Epilogue: Harder To Hide

The shirt had been a mistake, Lois Lane decided. She had gone for a button down-tucked into her pants, no jacket, and there were times during the day at the office when she tried to suck in her gut, and couldn't quite.

I'm not fat, she told herself. I'm pregnant. And just beginning to show.

It wasn't just the belly she was worried about. The devil's mark had crested her belly button, and there were times she was afraid the red stain would show through the white shirt. Anything that Lois wore from this point forward would have to cover her entire waistline, and dark enough not to show the little side-effect.

Lunch was the hardest part. In ten weeks, Lois had gained eleven pounds, and her appetite was increasing. A salad didn't cut it anymore, and devouring a chicken breast and a slice of pie had been fulfilling, but left her feeling stuffed, bloated, belt too tight against her stomach.

Just smile and keep your head down, Lane, the reporter repeated to herself. Doctor's appointment this afternoon.

Pre-natal care had been a tricky bit. Blaze had blithely assured her hell's finest midwife would be at her disposal, but the reporter wanted whatever modern medical science could offer. With the devil's mark, that ruled out any normal obstetrician; she'd had to make a few discreet inquiries among the superhero community, claiming she was doing an article on super-medicine, trying hard to cover up what she actually needed.

It was Power Girl, funny enough, that turned Lois on to Doctor Midnite.

"There was this one time I was pregnant, except it was retconned in this big cosmic thing, and he was the most wonderful soul during all of it." She said, slipping Lois the number. "He has seen it all. You should totally interview him!"

He kept the lights dark in his office. Lois lay on the table, nervous as his hands gently pressed into her abdomen.

"No pain or soreness?" The doctor's voice had a slight accent, somewhat faded from his time in America.

"No," Lois answered truthfully.

"Nausea? Changes in appetite? Odd dreams?" He said.

"Yes to all three," the reporter thought back.

"Perfectly normal for a pregnancy at this stage. You should pay attention to your body's cravings, they'll tell you what the baby needs." He hesitated and pushed his dark glasses up his nose. "Libido?"

Lois blushed. "Supercharged."

"I take it you are still sexually active?" He asked.

Lois thought of the cock waiting for her at home. She could barely make it throughout the day without having to touch herself. There were times when she had found herself on the toilet, staring at her little tum, hands running over the burgeoning bump, drifting down between her legs. No one had ever told her that having a belly would be so sexy.

"Is...that a problem?"

"Not at all. Quite healthy, in fact. Too many women have quaint notions about sexual activity during pregnancy. It's good for you to get regular release, either by yourself or with a partner. Later in pregnancy there might be a little difficulty due to size and position, but until your water breaks, I would encourage you to try and keep up whatever level of sexual intercourse meets your needs."

Lois felt a knot of tension inside of her dissolve. He had a marvelous way of speaking, like the sex ed teacher she never knew that she wanted.

"Okay. Thank you. I will."

"Excellent. Well, I'll do a little bloodwork," he said, removing his hands. "And I'm going to write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins. But you appear to be doing perfectly fine. Come see me again in a few weeks, and you can call me any time."

"Thank you," Lois said, taking the prescription from his hand, and meant it. She paused. "If anyone should ask..."

"Doctor-patient confidentiality," he said, lips a tight smile. "My lips are sealed."

The smell of pizza pervaded the apartment as Lois stepped in. Pineapple and ham had been something she'd craved recently. Blaze had managed to master many of the particulars of takeout, and was learning what her lover liked.

Unfortunately for my waistline. she added, then chided herself. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like that.

The demon stalked into the kitchen, wearing a pair of panties that Lois had outgrown, the hard cock jutting out from the striped fabric. She beamed to see Lois, hands immediately reaching for the buttons of her shirt. Like always, she wanted to see the belly.

"How did the doctor's appointment go?"

"Good," Lois said, holding up a brown paper bag. "Got vitamins."

"Did he say anything about the mark?" she pulled the shirt away, revealing the bright red stretch of skin curling up her belly button, fractal and ragged as a map of Antarctica. It was like the weight of the world falling off of Lois Lane's shoulders. The one place where she didn't have to hide.

"Didn't seem to think it was a problem. I get the impression he's seen a lot in his day."

Blaze was tugging at her lover's pants. The reporter sniffed, aware of how she was salivating. The red cock was right there, though...and she knew that Angie had been saving herself all day for this. Lois was torn between sex and pizza.

"Can we fuck over the table?" The pregnant woman asked. "I'm eating for two."

So they did, Blaze seated on the chair, Lois seated on Blaze. The hard cock slipped into her cunt with the satisfying firmness of a headphone plug into its jack. She brought the greasy cheese to her face, teeth tearing through crust and pineapple, ham and tomato sauce. Was still bouncing up and down on that dick as she finished her slice and reached for a second.

"You're...oof...going to give yourself...oof...a tummyache," Angie warned, her hands straying to her lover's breasts. They hadn't really begun to grow yet, but Blaze claimed they were getting bigger every day.

"Just tell me there's ice cream," Lois managed, in between bites.

Somewhere, deep down inside, maybe they both knew it was a happiness that couldn't last—and all the more precious because it was so fleeting. So they savored their time together, before everything went wrong.