End: Third Trimester

Weight came to Lois as the magic dissipated. A twinge of pain in her upper and lower back, spine automatically jutting forward. She staggered as her center of gravity shifted and stared down...at all of herself.

Lois Lane had seen women seven months pregnant. the bellies undeniable in size then, some women having gained up to a quarter of their body weight in belly and boobs. Hips widened, extra padding building up on ass and thighs. Muscles strained to carry the added mass, organs were squeezed as the growing baby in the expanding womb carved more space for itself. Yet Lois felt like she was carrying more than an extra twenty-five or thirty pounds.

I'm carrying it all in front, the gravid reporter thought, her hands reaching out to touch the taut belly. It seemed to jut forward farther than it should. Lois had seen women with far smaller stomachs give birth. She reached out to touch it, hands cradling the swollen orb of her stomach. Like a thick-skinned water balloon. Almost absently, she noted that her navel had become an outie.

"I'm so...big," Lois huffed, feeling suddenly short on breath. She sat down on the bed, wincing at the pressure on her lower back, the smooth skin of her distended abdomen covering her lap.

"Third semester. You still have, oh, twelve weeks to go, if the pregnancy comes to full term," Blaze noted with something like pride. "Looks like there was a bit of an...incident early on, though."

Lois stared down at herself. She knew, somehow, without being told.

"Twins?"

"Triplets," the devil said smugly. "Identical. That sort of thing is a lot more common with magically speeding up pregnancies, it's one of the reason we don't do it more often. All the possible complications that come along with it."

A sudden pang of panic went through the reporter's body. "My babies, are they..."

"Perfectly healthy," Blaze said, laying a proprietorial hand on the reporter's gravid stomach. "But now, let's talk about your amazing rack!"

The crimson hands slid forward and under the reporter's breasts. Lois blushed at the milky masses that her once pert bosom had become. She had known some women during pregnancy that barely went up a cup size, but hers looked to had gone from modest palmable breasts to titanic tits that slid to either side of her bulging belly. The nipples were a light brown, puffy, swollen, and sensitive. They overflowed the demon's hands, wobbling like bags of jelly...and, as Lois noticed with a wince, they were painfully full.

"Definitely not going to starve," the devil said approvingly, giving the reporter's milkbags a squeeze. Lois opened her mouth to protest...then shut it as she felt the red-skinned woman's hands clamp down on the back of her breasts and pull forward, the breast tissue pushing out between her fingers as she pulled it forward. Her tits felt ready to explode...and then did, in a little golden spray of colostrum all over the devil's wrists.

Blaze released Lois to lick up the milk off of her arms.

"Hmm, perfect." The demon pinched and squeezed the reporter's nipples. "By Lilith and Lucifer, I think we're going to have fun over the next few weeks. I can't wait to feel these tits wrapped around my cock."

"The women," Lois reminded her. "Your promise. We're freeing the women."

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze's smile was easy. "Anything for my...babymama."

The reporter's heart sank at the term, but she couldn't deny it. In the course of a single night she had gone from being a trim, fit, and definitely unexpecting professional reporter to barefoot and knocked up with triplets, bound by an infernal bargain. She tried and failed to rise off of the bed, and in agitation held out her arms, letting the demonic dickgirl help her up...and feeling the hard knob of the swollen scarlet shaft brush against her burgeoning belly, leaving a slimy smear of pre-cum.

Pregnancy hormones flooded the reporter's system, and the reporter shivered as her pussy began to feel damp, heat rising to her face. She wanted that cock inside of her...but she grit her teeth and staggered forward, leaning on Blaze's arm. Then realized that she had absolutely nothing that would fit her gravid form, unless she turned the bedsheet into a toga.

"You might have to be bedbound, for a bit," Blaze observed. "I can bring the girls in to do their nursing...and we can...wet the babies heads a bit, if you're in the mood."

Lois looked up into a mischievous smile, then sagged her shoulders in defeat as she shuffled back toward the bed.

It is, Lois reflected, going to be a very long and hard twelve weeks. I hope my poor pussy can take it.