Epilogue: Head to Toe

"Lane, are you there?" Perry White, the editor of the Daily Planet's voice came through the speakers of the laptop. "Can't see you."

"My webcam's out of order, Chief," Lois Lane said, winking at the strip of black electric tape she'd stuck across the little glass eye. "But I'm here. You don't want to see me anyway, I'm absolutely huge."

The reporter ran one crimson hand over the great sphere of her abdomen. She was only six-and-a-half months along, but to anyone that saw her they would think she was full term. Her stomach stuck out as though she had swallowed a basketball, and her breasts had started to ache and swell, the soft tits resting on her bare belly. As the meeting began, her hand traced the dark line that ran from her crotch up to her navel...and she knew that if they could see her, the people of the Daily Planet would be talking about something other than how massive Lois Lane's pregnancy had become in a couple of short weeks.

Every inch of her once pale skin was now blood-red. The formerly blue veins at her wrists and carving through her breasts like marble were pale purple rivers; the pink nipples had darkened until almost purple-black, and even her lips were reddish-purple. Head to toe, Lois Lane looked as though she had been dipped in a river of blood...and the strangest thing was, she didn't mind it at all.

It had taken a little while to get used to, seeing the color spread on the face in the mirror. Yet once the process was complete...Angie would come up behind her so that they could stare at each other side-by-side, and it would just be the same. Like they were sisters...no, more than sisters, Lois knew that.

Angelica went out to get the groceries, the mail, prenatal vitamins, and every other little errand. Lois smiled at the screen, knowing none of them could see her as she thought about her live-in-lover.

No, she corrected herself, staring down at the gold band on her left hand. Angelica Blaze Lane. My wife.

Still, Lois knew she wasn't the only one stuck at home for long months, unable to go out. These virtual meetings on the internet were a godsend for letting her continue to work from home, even during her maternity leave. Gave her at least that little bit of human interaction.

She doubted she was the only one that attended the video calls naked.

Clothes had increasingly ceased to be an issue. Almost nothing Lois owned still fit her with her expanded bust, wider hips, and huge baby belly. Nor did she need to wear anything to go out, and they kept the apartment warm. More often than not Lois Lane would lounge around all day completely in the nude, and her wife didn't mind that at all. If for no other reason than it gave her ready access whenever either of them got horny.

Which was often.

Lois leaned forward in the backless chair, her hand thrumming that dark line until she reached her pussy. A bit of dark stubble there. She'd have to get Angie to shave that later...and lick it clean...

As if sensing her thoughts, the reporter's wife appeared behind her just as Clark Kent was talking about recent developments in the superhero community...something about Wonder Woman...but Lois got distracted as Angie spread her ass cheeks, two well-lubed fingers massaging the reporter's asshole. She turned her head and shot a silent glare at the demon...but Blaze only kissed her cheek, and rubbed the crimson cockhead against the reporter's anus. Lois bit her lip, unable to deny her body's desires as the dick that had impregnated her slipped into her once again...

She couldn't mute her microphone, because she knew that people would see it. The reporter leaned forward as far as her belly allowed, tits hanging free below the level of the table, and tried not to moan as the stiff prick pressed forward, slowly but relentlessly. Whatever else she might have been, Queen of Hell or bastard child of a wizard, Angie Lane was an attentive lover, who squeezed a little bit more lube out onto her scarlet shaft as is slid into the crimson asshole before her.

"Are you okay there, Lane?" Perry said at one point. "Sound like you're breathing kind of heavy."

Lois grinned at the screen and pushed the laptop a little farther away. "Just the kids moving around a bit, Chief."

Perry shook his head. "What was it...triplets? Quadruplets?"

"Something like that," Lois lied smoothly. Magic played merry hell with the sonograms, but Doctor Midnite had assured her that Lois and Angie were in for a big family.

"Well, we're about done," he said she watched him shuffle papers on his desk, trying hard to hold her breath as Angie began thrusting hard into her ass, the balls slapping against her exposed cunt. "Kent, I want more on that Wonder Woman piece. Sounds like there might be something there. Lane, the maternity columns have been doing good numbers on our digital edition—see if you can't do something a little spicy for Saturday. Best sex positions for pregnant women, that sort of thing."

Although Lois couldn't see it, she could feel the blood flow to her cheeks. A dark purple spreading across the bridge of her nose like a bruise.

"No—ah!—problem Chief."

The video call ended. Lois hung onto the table edge for dear life as her wife picked up the pace, those great crimson balls slapping into her scarlet slit, pussy drooling into the plastic chair cover. Blaze let her hands slide up to grope the vast, hard reach of the reporter's belly, her achy tits...

"Best sex positions," Angie whispered. "That might take some research."

"God, I love working from home," Lois gasped as her thighs began to quiver...and their voices rose, now that they didn't care who heard them.