End: Inducing Labor

Blaze piled baby blankets to the reporter's left side, and carefully guided the belly down on top of them. Lois found herself gasping, briefly out of breath from even this slight exertion. Her breasts sloshed onto the side, soft and fat and sore, but the immensely gravid woman sighed as the immense weight was taken off of her back, and she found she could breathe a little easier. Her legs instinctively curled up, thighs against her overburdened belly.

"I can't believe I'm so big..." Lois ran a hand over her swollen stomach. The skin felt as tight as a drum and...yes, she could feel the little forms within. The hard round bump of a head, the little bony poke of an elbow.

"You're the equivalent of full-term with quintuplets," Blaze said. The reporter twisted her neck to look at the demonic dickgirl, who eyes were spitting black sparks, the crimson cock between her legs hard and ready. She had shaken off any semblance of human form now, horns curving back from her forehead, skin red as blood, lean and muscled like a greyhound.

"Quints?" Lois blinked. "Five? But there were only four...oh."

The reporter remembered the little episode upstairs. It had been less than an hour, but felt a lifetime ago. If she had been impregnated then...conception normally took longer than that, but there was so much magic at play Lois doubted normal biology had much say in fertilization at this point...it made sense that as the four girls shrank, the embryo within her might grow.

Blaze, without further ado, slid two fingers along Lois Lane's labia...and then without asking pushed them inside. The reporter grunted at this sudden and unexpected intrusion. She couldn't see what the shemale succubus was doing, but she could feel the fingers push in up to the knuckle and rummage around.

"What are you doing?" Lois said. Her voice didn't have any ire in it; the unbirthing had been physically and emotionally exhausting, and the whole length of her birth canal felt sore and stretched. The worst part was, she was also...horny. It made no sense, they had just had sex upstairs, and Lois had just had four babies inserted in her pussy, pushing her body past its normal limits...

...but that was a part of it. Lois hadn't cum when the babies slipped within, but she had been stimulated. There was that edge of need in her body, tired and sore as she was, and a feverish heat centered around her cunny that thrilled to have something moving inside of it and wanted more. There had been a few times before in her life that Lois had felt that way, usually when terribly sick or after running a marathon, body ready to collapse but needing desperately to get off, unwilling to calm down until she had rubbed herself half to ****.

"You're under the effects of multiple spells. A lot of magic inside of you, and the interaction can get unstable, affect you in unexpected ways. We need to resolve them as soon as possible before something happens." Blaze removed her fingers and sniffed them gently. "I think you're wet enough to begin."

"Begin what?" Lois asked. Her belly felt so...taut. It wasn't like being stuffed with food after a big meal. It was this constant pressure from within, the gentle movement of the babies inside of her.

"We need to induce labor." The demonic dickgirl said simply.

That was when she felt the head of Blaze's cock press against her pregnant cunt.

"I...don't think I can really move much like this," Lois said, apologetically.

"Don't worry big mama," Blaze smiled, reaching out to pat that immense belly. "I'll do all the work. You just lie back and feel good."

Bloated and helpless as a beached whale, Lois Lane thought she could just about manage that. She grabbed what blanked and stuffed animals and things she could, making a nest for her head, neck already sore but unwilling to shift her position...and Blaze slipped a hand underneath her right knee, lifting it up slightly, making her pussy just that more accessible to push her cock in.

"By Satan you're tight!" The demon hissed as she struggled to squeeze her prick into the pregnant pussy.

Except Lois knew she wasn't. If anything, her pussy must be wider and softer than any other time in her life right now, the muscles stretched to extremes by the passage of the four infants going the wrong way. But those selfsame babies were now inside of her, the over-extended womb bearing down on her vaginal canal...and the scarlet shaft seeking to bury itself inside of her. So it would be soft as anything but still a tight squeeze...

With determination, inch by inch the demon managed to push herself into Lois. The cock didn't feel like the throat tickler that the reporter had seen up at the bar...or maybe it's just that after the unbirthing, anything smaller than a football felt tiny inside the reporter's cavernous cunt. By the time Blaze's ballsack settled against the back of the pregnant woman's left thigh, all that Lois could feel was a rather pleasant fullness.

One hand beneath the reporter's knee and the other braced on her hip, Blaze began to move, sliding that demonic dick in and out, wet and easy. She didn't set a pounding pace; it was a marathon rather than a sprint, and sore as her pussy was, Lois appreciated that. If nothing else, it gave her a chance to play with her tits.

Lois Lane had no problem with her breasts, normally; they were proportional to her body, small and well-shaped, perky and sensitive. Breast-play always formed an important part of her masturbation sessions, and she had always considered nipple piercings, but had been afraid that they would affect her sensitivity. Now though...pregnancy had added mass to her girls, the formerly perky shape still there but distorted, sagging at the bottom, nipples darker and puffy, nipples thicker than she had ever seen them. They felt almost painfully swollen, and as she gently pulled and squeezed, golden drops emerged.

"Oh fuck," the pregnant woman whispered. "I'm lactating."

"That's so damn sexy," Blaze said, her cock sliding in a little faster now, rubbing against that spot inside Lois that set off little alarm bells in her brain. "You should taste it!"

Lois flashed a coquettish smile. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Lick your nipples!" The demon huffed, a dark flush covering her own face, and Lois knew that she had found one of her lustful lover's kinks. "Stick them in your mouth!"

The reporter wasn't sure that was possible...but she bent her head down and tried to lift her tits with her hands. To her surprise and secret delight, Lois found she could just wrap her lips around the dark nubs. She sucked gently on her own breasts, licking at the nipple, tasting the unfamiliar sweet liquid drops.

"Oh fuck!" Blaze shuddered and thrust in with all of her might...and Lois gasped, releasing her nipples, milk spraying in a little shower as her pussy clamped tight around the welcome invader, a hot liquid warmth flooding her depths...

The demon pulled back, ass settling onto her heels, cock flopping out of the pregnant pussy as they both panted. Deep inside of her, Lois felt something like a cramp starting.

"I think..." she huffed as the pain spread. "...I think it worked."

Even with magic, birth is not instantaneous, nor painless. For the rest of her life, Lois would remember the agony of the next few hours, as what had taken minutes to slide into her womb took at least twice as long to come out. Blaze was there, doctor and midwife and helpmeet all in one, encouraging her to push, holding her hand through the contractions, catching the babies as they came out, covered in blood and jizz.

Lois could barely move, all her attention given to squeezing out the next girl, and the next. The babies, once they were free and the cord cut, began to grow. The reporter watched in fascination as the children grew to become women between her very eyes, women she had known only from photos...her tired lips whispered their names as they looked about them in shock and bewilderment...Jenny Dunlap, Tonya Wong, Diana Reynolds, Mara de la Cruz...their skin was fresh and sleek, reborn without the scars of the world on them, and at a wave of Blaze's blood-slick fingers, they fell asleep where they stood.

One final push...and a wail that went straight to Lois Lane's soul. Blaze smiled as she held the little pink cherub in her arms.

Past the point of exhaustion, Lois Lane slid onto her back. Her belly sagged, the skin stretched and empty. Her pussy felt destroyed, still twitching as it worked to expel the afterbirth, five placentas in all. Yet she managed to hold out her arms, and Blaze slid their daughter into her hands.

Somewhere, a cock crowed over Metropolis. The night was over, a new day had begun. What that might hold in store for this new family, who can say?