Blaze Tells The Truth

Lois Lane woke up curled around a warm human body, her head resting on their shoulder. She smiled, eyes still closed. It had been a long time since she had been like that with anybody. Her pussy had that pleasant kind of soreness and stickiness that she attributed to a good fuck. A part of her wanted to stretch this moment out as long as possible...but her body was sending signals that it was time to find a bathroom, and Lois knew she couldn't put it off much longer. She opened her eyes to look at her lover.

"Hi," Angelica Blaze said, waving her arm. "I, um, don't want to spoil the moment but if you're awake I really have to pee."

"Me too," Lois said, with a smile. "Did we...um...?"

Blaze's eyebrows rose. "You don't remember?"

Lois blinked. "It gets a little hazy. We were in your office...I drank that tea, and then..."

The reporter's eyes went wide as her mental gears began to crank. Her lips collapsed into a small "o"—and she looked down at the small, firm paunch that had once been a smooth, flat tummy.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said as she poked at her stomach. It stubbornly refused to vanish.

Angelica levered herself up to her feet, and then bent down to help Lois up. Both woman and dickgirl were naked.

"Let's go to the bathroom," the former demon said. "We'll both feel better after we pee."

Lois allowed Blaze to help her up. The reporter had questions.

"What happened to the women? How the hell am I pregnant? Are you really a demon? Where are our clothes?"

Angelica took a deep breath. "Yeah, so...here's what happened."

During the pregnant reporter's little nap, the now-human Angelica Blaze had considered her situation...and come to the inescapable conclusion that the angel was right. She was proper fucked. Any demon that came across Blaze in her current condition could tie a knot in her cock, just for starters, and there was nothing the dickgirl could do about it. So, against her every infernal instinct, Blaze told Lois the truth.

Fortunately, the bathroom was unoccupied. Lois took one stall, peeing while sitting down; Blaze took the one next to it, peeing standing up. The reporter could actually see the dick through a hole drilled between the walls.

"...so the angel unhooked all the women and took them away. I heard some sirens, so I guess the cops came in and shut down the club...and the whole milking-slash-**** operation...but they never came into the milking room, so...I...just stayed there with you until you woke up. And here we are."

The dickgirl shook the last couple drops and reached out for a square of toilet paper to wipe the head. Lois stared through the hole with a kind of morbid fascination.

"So now what?" The reporter asked.

"Well, the dressing rooms upstairs should have clothes, if we can't find yours...and you left your smartphone in my office, I think? Then uh...um." Blaze coughed. "Could I...crash at your place? For a bit?"

Lois Lane leaned forward on the toilet, elbows on her knees, head in her hands, the bulging belly almost touching her thighs.

"I got high, had unprotected sex, and now I'm knocked up and naked. And my babydaddy is a homeless, penniless illegal alien with a big dick and a cute ass and nothing else," Lois said. "I didn't even get my story, because the missing women are all gone and probably in social services custody right now. My night out has turned into a public service announcement, the kind they show to kids in highschool that seems too ridiculous to be true."

Angelica Blaze walked around to the door of the toilet stall. Lois hadn't bothered to lock it.

"Um...if it would help you feel better...how about some oral sex?"

Lois Lane raised her head a little, fingers dragging at her face. She saw Angelica Blaze, as if for the first time. Just as naked as Lois was...but human. Powerless. Utterly dependent on Lois.

"Yes," Lois said after a moment's consideration. "Come here."