The Devil Cannot Wait

Lois winced at how tightly the demon's dick filled her pregnant pussy. She swore that it felt harder and thicker than before. That should have been impossible...but the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had just seen and experienced many things that she would have thought impossible earlier this evening. Nothing in Lois Lane's experience could have prepared her for getting impregnated with quadruplets—and the pregnancy advancing so rapidly!

She touched her stomach carefully, as if afraid it was an illusion. But no, there was firm flesh beneath her stomach, the once-flat abdomen bulging out from within. Only her "first growth," Blaze had said...did that mean her first trimester? The equivalent of three months? But it was so big...Lois had seen women five or six months pregnant whose bellies didn't bulge out so far.

A shiver ran through Lois as her finger slid into her navel, which felt a little shallower. Too many thoughts were running through her head: How big am I going to get? Will my boobs get any bigger? Damn, I can really feel the weight of it on my bladder. Is it even safe to have sex during pregnancy? I thought you had to wait until later...

The way Blaze stared at the reporter's bloated belly with undisguised lust. Something of the same line of thoughts must have been going through the demon's mind as well. With one very important difference: the demonic dickgirl didn't want to wait.

Arcs of black lightning began to rise off of Blaze's fingertips, curling up her arms.. Lois Lane tasted ozone...felt the hairs begin to stand on end on her arms and legs. She looked a question at the demon, but the arcs were increasing in frequency and length, and now Blaze's vast mane of black hair was billowing out with static electricity, every strand on end, black lightning rippling up her horns like a Jacob's ladder, black sparks glinting from her teeth, set in a rictus grin.

There was a clap of silence. Anti-thunder that pushed all sound away. A bolt of black lightning descended down from the ceiling and landed just beneath the reporter's navel. In that moment, the pregnant reporter froze. Every muscle seemed to contract at once.

Once, back at university, Lois had learned that energy and mass are the same thing. That time and space were two sides of the same coin. That with enough energy, you could deform time itself... Dark energy flowed into the reporter, seeping into her pores. She felt new air condense inside her lungs as the old air was pushed out, nutrients filled her stomach and raced through her veins without eating or expelling anything. Her body knew what it needed, and Blaze gave her that as she raced the reporter through her growth cycles.

Inside of her, four embryos busied themselves with growing, dividing, replicating over and over in a set pattern. Small hearts began to beat, tiny brains grew, sexual characteristics came in, and tiny flippers resolved themselves into hands and feet...and the more they grew, the more they pressed against the walls of their mother's womb.

Lois Lane could have screamed as she felt her belly stretch, but she was a prisoner in her own flesh. Dark red stretch marks appeared, faded, and appeared again as her belly blossomed, rising higher and wider, far past what would have been full-term with twins. The crack of her hips widening stretched through her body. Hormones surged through her petit breasts, which filled out and descended, the now-soft and saggy breasts slumping down on either side of her chest. Blaze's cock quivered inside of her, the pussy growing tighter and tighter as the mass of her womb left less and less room in the tunnel.

All the reporter could do was hang on, and wonder when it would end.