Epilogue: Pregnant Sex Worker Lois Lane

At sixteen weeks pregnant, Lois Lane had a noticeable belly. One that she couldn't suck in, and which was increasingly difficult to hide. It stuck out farther than her breasts...but she didn't want to hide it. Just the opposite.

She decided on the low-cut miniskirt, the one that hugged her hips and barely covered her ass, just to accentuate it. Thigh-high leggings, no panties. Wonder bra to make her breasts look bigger, and a tank top on top of that. A little heavy on the makeup: bright red for the lips, rouge on the cheeks, tease out the eyelashes...shave off her bush so that it was nice and smooth...just a splash of perfume...

The ring she took out of her clit. The little gold band with the hinge she set carefully in her jewelry box.

The reporter stared at the result in the mirror.

"You look like a pregnant whore," Lois said to herself. "In an hour, you will be."

Cellphone and wallet went into the inner pockets of her jacket. The key in her outer pocket was a spare Angelica's apartment, but the little dangly metal bit that looked like a cartoon cat's head cut from sheet metal was really a knuckle-duster. Just in case things went sour.

Not that Lois expected trouble.

She had met the women. Talked to them. It was like Perry White had said. Young women from Metropolis University. They had sowed their wild oats and ended up pregnant. Now they were doing sex work. A woman had approached them, set them up with an app. Preggr. Like a dating app, except there were prices involved...

They knew Blaze. Her girlfriend's name and a story had gotten Lois an invitation. But before she could learn more about who was behind the app...how far this went...she had to build up credit.

"So what's the problem?" Angie had said, late last night, as she rubbed her fiance's feet. "It's not like the first time you've gotten fucked before."

Lois swallowed. "I know, but I mean...we're..."

"Together," Blaze said. "That doesn't mean you can't fuck anyone else. It's not like you haven't."

The reporter opened her mouth, but Angie held up a hand. "I don't mean we're in an open relationship. And no, I'm not fucking anyone else besides you. But I'm okay with you sleeping with someone else. It's for your job, right? I appreciate that you feel you need to be exclusive, sweetmeat. I really do. That kind of loyalty is what I love about you. But if this is something you need to do...or want to do...then you should do it."

"It just...it feels like cheating!" Lois said, unable to really express the emotions she was feeling.

"How can it be cheating if you've already told me about it?" Blaze had said. "If I already said it was okay? Babe, don't get me wrong. I don't want to share you with anybody else, but I also don't own you. I want you to do what you need to do. Just promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Come back to me, when it's all over," Blaze leaned forward. Her hand stretched out and touched the reporter's belly. "And tell me all about it, as I fuck you."

So here she was. The cab picked her up a block from her apartment building. Let her out at the hotel. Her client met her in the hotel bar, a red rose in his lapel was the sign they had agreed on. Lois scanned him quickly. White, thirties, bow tie and glasses, red hair and freckles. No wedding ring. She pictured him as an engineer or a lawyer, somebody with enough money to engage in their kinks. But she needed to know. His handle was BellyLover34.

"Can I get you a drink?" he said, and there was half a whiskey before him.

"No, can't," Lois said, putting a hand to her stomach as she sat down.

"May I?" he said, eyes on her stomach.

"Of course," Lois kept her voice low, confident, sultry. "That is what we're here for."

His hand reached out, just below the level of the table. Lois kept her elbows on the table, leaned forward so that no one around them could see. His fingertips were cold...probing...slid back and forth, and she could tell by the far-away look in his eyes that he was utterly absorbed in his task.

"How far along?" his voice was hoarse.

"Sixteen weeks," she said.

"And only one baby? You feel big. Could be twins." There was an edge of excitement in his voice.

"Tell you what," Lois said, very quietly. "Why don't you finish your drink, and we can go to your room and you can give me a full check-up."

He gulped the whiskey. The tab was charged to the room. They stood up together. His hand found its way to her hip, like Lois was his girlfriend. She resisted the urge to squirm out of his grip. This was the job. He was the job.

By the time they got into the elevator, she could feel that his palm had become warm and damp.

"How did you find Preggr?" she asked, as the doors closed. "I heard about it from a friend of mine at the university, but I never knew about how guys found it."

BellyLover34 looked squeamish. But if there was any struggle for secrecy, it vanished as Lois arched her back a little, to make her stomach stick out more.

"I'm one of the programmers," he admitted. "Most of the guys on the app are connected with the project in one way or another. We...met in college, on pregnancy image boards, forums, porn sites...I think Jim had the idea, first. He got us some financial backing, and the rest of us did the grunt work with the code. Felicia had some contacts in campus health...that's how it started, really. Was supposed to be a safe sex dating app-cum pregnancy tracker. What's safer than sex with a pregnant woman, right? Can't get more pregnant. And pregnant women, their hormones kick in and they get so horny..."

"Yes they do," Lois said, recognizing her cue. "That's what I told Diana, how frustrated I'd been. My kitty has been awful lonely the last couple of months...it's real hard to get a date when I look like...this..."

Lois ran her hand down her body as if she was some kind of beast. She could see BellyLover34's cock straining against his pants.

He nodded, speechless. "You must be real smart, if you're a programmer! Is that what you do for a day job?"

The doors opened. Hand still on her hip, he guided Lois out into the hallway, which was mercifully clear.

"Yeah...mostly, these days I do data analysis. You wouldn't believe the kind of data people leave on their phones. I've been working on algorithms that trace pregnancies by browsing data...you've heard about how Amazon knows when a young woman is pregnant before she does, starts shifting her ads to prenatal vitamins and all that? We're doing the same thing. Just deeper. Preggr is part of that now. Jim's in charge of the company. We have to keep it on the down-low because of...well, y'know..."

"Yeah, the whole legality thing," Lois said. He slid his card and the door clicked open. "Don't worry she said. I'm not a cop."

"I uh...didn't think you were..." he said.

Lois shed her jacket. Rolled up her skirt to show her bare pussy. The tops of her thigh-highs were soaked.

"You've fucked a lot of pregnant women, haven't you?"

He swallowed. Took off his jacket and carefully hung it on a hanger. His hands were trembling, eyes sliding back toward the reporter's bald pussy.

"A...a few," he said. "I uh...I already deposited the money. You just...just have to accept it."

"I will," Lois said as she unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it down her hips. Standing there in only her bra and leggings. "I'll accept all your deposits."

He had a condom. Freak he might have been, but he wasn't prepared to catch a disease. Lois smiled as he stripped down, pecker stiff, and sat on the bed next to her. It was an average dick. Smaller than Angelica's...and that caused a stab of worry in Lois, at what she was about to do. But then, hadn't Angie told her to go for it. She got on her knees, and slid the latex over the tip of the cock. Her lips brushed the rim of the condom and she pressed down, unrolling it over his stiff prick, all the way down to his hairy sack.

Bobbed her head, long and slow, working up saliva, getting it slick and ready. She didn't want it to hurt when it went in. His breath was coming in slow pants, eyes absorbing everything as this pregnant goddess slurped on his cock like it was the most precious candy in the world.

"I wish I could have been the one to knock you up," he blurted out.

Lois had her hands on his knees and raised her mouth off his dick. She stared into his eyes as she pushed herself to her feet, thrusting her belly forward. He understood what she was about as she moved to straddle him.

"Is that what you really want?" Lois asked. "To knock a girl up? Seems to me, you have it made with Preggr. Get to fuck all the pregnant girls you want, no need to look after the kids, deal with morning sickness..."

Moment of truth, but Lois Lane was already passed the point of no return. She was committed to what was about to happen, what had to happen, if she was going to squeeze any more information out of her new contact.

On top of which, she thought to herself as she lined his cock up with her slit, he's right about the hormones.

She slid down on his length. After months of nearly daily dickings from Blaze, Lois could definitely feel how small an average prick was inside of her. The pregnant whore squeezed her pussy, hoping it would be tight enough to get him off.

"Aagh! Preggr...is just the beginning," he said with a grin. "W-women can't stay pregnant for-forever right? Jim knows that. It's why...he got us backing. We're going to do a new roll-out. I can get you into the beta, once you...once you drop..."

"Roll out for what?" Lois cooed, pushing his shoulders back until he was laying flat on the bed, legs over the side, the reporter rolling her tips on top of him.

"ImPreggr," he said with a grin. "A new...surrogacy app. Lots of...fertile young women out there. Lots of people with money that would love to put a bun in their ovens."

"Tell me more," Lois said as she let her ass rise and fall. Despite herself, she could feel the heat building inside of her as his condom-clad cock rubbed her cunny. The added weight of her belly wasn't much, but it still felt like it was pressing down, making her feel the cock more...

He talked as they fucked. Lois Lane absorbed everything, riding his dick, playing with his nipples. Let his hands run all over her body as he explored, a kid in a candy store, babbling out project secrets. Names, dates. Lois could already count a couple felony violations of the law, if ImPreggr did even half of what he said it would do.

What worried her was who was funding it.

"Our backer will take care of all that," BellyLover34 insisted. "He's got the whole legitimization route planned out, we just need to give proof of product..."

Lois knew better not to push too hard.

"Maybe you can tell me more about it," she said. "Next time?"

He huffed, his cock shrunk back down to a pink slug between his legs, the spent condom filled with a yellowish goo.

"Yeah..." he said. "Next time."

He closed his eyes. Lois checked her phone, and sure enough the money had been transferred. She stopped in the bathroom to pee, then got her clothes back on. BellyLover34 hadn't paid for the whole night.

As she left the hotel, the reporter felt...nothing. She had just sold herself for money. Had fucked a complete stranger. Crossed that line that separated a normal woman from...from what? For years, Lois Lane had agreed that sex work was work. Had heard all the arguments that compensated sex was really no different than letting the date pick up the check for dinner and a movie. A part of her felt weirdly that she should feel more guilty than she actually did. Cheaper, somehow.

Yet...she didn't.

She thought of that a lot as she played back the audio her phone had recorded in the cab. The car dropped her off, not outside her apartment like she had planned, but outside the club. Lois needed to talk to Angie. To tell her what had happened.

Angelica was tending bar. Her face broke into a grin as Lois walked in. Patrons stared. Lois suddenly realized what she must look like, walking into the club like this. Angie didn't care. She yelled something at the other bartender, Maria, and then came out from behind, grabbing Lois by the wrist and dragging her into the back. Along the corridors toward the elevator which led to her apartment.

Blaze couldn't keep her hands off her girlfriend, hands sliding up under the miniskirt, squeezing that ass, crushing her to her own pelvis, where that big cock rubbed against the reporter's still-wet slit.

"Tell me," the dickgirl said. "Everything. Every detail."

She carried Lois through the door. The cock slid into the reporter's cunt and filled it in a way that perfectly normal cock never could. Lois felt her legs wrap around Blaze as the dickgirl took her unprotected, the heavy balls slapping against her ass, pussy squelching as she whispered the details of the encounter.

Lois hadn't been able to feel when her client had cum inside her. But she felt when Angie blew her load deep inside her womb. The dickgirl came with her entire body. Every muscle would tighten in that moment, her voice would lower to a bare, animalistic grunt, and then like a flower blooming under the moon, her face would relax into a pure, blissful smile...and Lois would feel the cock moving inside her again, throbbing gently, trying to push that last drop of jizz deep inside her cleft as though trying to knock her up all over again.

"I didn't...get everything," Lois swallowed. "I have enough for the article. But if I want to get his backer...I might need to meet him again."

"Do it," Blaze said, her eyes bright. She pressed her lips against Lois Lane's. "I don't care if you fuck a thousand men. As long as you come home to me."