Epilogue: Hurry Up And Wait

"It's a good thing you came when you did. I know we were due to induce you tomorrow, but babies come when they want to," the doctor smiled benignly as she looked up from between the pregnant reporter's legs. "You're not quite fully dilated yet, but you're definitely well on the way. We're going to monitor your contractions, and when things start moving..."

What followed was a hand-and-forearm gesture that Lois Lane couldn't quite interpret, but the reporter smiled as the doctor walked off, leaving the pregnant reporter on her bed, legs spread, a monitor strapped around her immense belly. Yet not alone.

Blaze stood by her side in her human form, holding her hand. They'd made her wear a mask and gown and gloves, but there was no mistaking the nervous energy of the tall, dark-haired demonic dickgirl. If she wasn't holding her pregnant lover's hand right then and there, Lois knew that the demon would be pacing the waiting room, worried out of her horned skull.

Now Lois Lane could remember how she had got this way...the long months of pregnancy, of secret meetings with her lover. She was sure that Angie remembered it too...and Lois realized something else, something about herself.

She loved being pregnant. Her free hand ran over the taut skin of her stomach, almost unbelieving at how big she had gotten. Full term with triplets...three babies about to be born...but all that Lois Lane could think of as she stared at the huge dome of her belly, the navel long ago popped out so that it stood like a nipple on a massive, bloated tit, the thought ran through the pregnant reporter's mind:

I could have four.

As soon as they were alone, Lois whispered:

"Let me suck your dick."

Blaze blinked. "You're in labor. We're in a hospital!"

"Nobody's looking," the pregnant woman pointed out. "Climb up here and fuck my face."

"You're having triplets!" Blaze said, but Lois could see a definite tent-pole forming in the dickgirl's gown.

"We're having triplets," Lois licked her lips, almost able to smell that cock. She'd heard that pregnant women had stronger senses of smell, and right now she could believe it. "And I want more."

"Lois, no." Blaze said. "It's not safe. Trust me, I'll be more than happy to fuck you however you want, but let's get these out first, and then—"

"You will stick your cock down my throat right now," Lois said, gripping the demon's hand hard as a contraction rocked her frame. "Or I will never let you fuck me again."

Lois Lane grimaced as the contraction deepened. Her whole body seemed to press into that cramp, until she couldn't hardly breathe—and then, slowly, it passed. Muscles relaxed, and Lois gasped as she lay against the elevated portion of the bed that held her in a sitting position.

"You don't mean that," Blaze said.

"Angie...baby...think back over the last forty weeks of new memories," the reporter narrowed her violet eyes. "And tell me I don't mean every word of it."

It was a lost battle, and Blaze knew it. With a gesture, the door to the room locked itself. Blaze let go of the pregnant woman's hand. The demon clambered up onto the bed. Pants down, gown up and tucked under her chin, the sweat-slick cock hard and pointing straight at Lois Lane's face.

"I really don't know what's going to happen," the demon said. The reporter wasn't listening. She kissed the now-familiar dick like she would greet an old lover. Her mouth opened and Lois Lane's hands gripped the dickgirl's buttocks, shoving her forward, the cock sliding along the pregnant woman's tongue. It hit the back of her throat and didn't stock, the hot prick sliding down her throat like the key of a weary traveler sliding into the lock on their own front door.

A sense of wonderful completion filled Lois as the balls pressed against her chin. She couldn't remember how many times she had sucked this dick in the last ten months. In her womb, the triplets squirmed.

Better make some room, kids, Lois thought as Blaze began to move, drawing her cock out and plunging it back in. They settled into a quick, dirty, throat-fucking. The demon was standing aside the reporter's massive belly, the bed rocking dangerously, the pregnancy monitor beeping. Lois heard the jiggle of metal on metal as someone tried the door and found it locked. There was the sound of voices outside...

Hurry! Lois thought as she sucked harder. Her pussy was dripping, and it wasn't amniotic fluid. She could feel the next contraction coming, and a part of her was afraid she'd bite down if the cock was still in her mouth when it peaked. Blaze, meanwhile, had both hands on Lois Lane's head and was driving the cock forward, slamming her nuts into the reporter's chin, grunting far too loudly...

She loves this, Lois thought as her own hands worked the dickgirl's ass. She loves fucking my pregnant mouth. She loves fucking me. She...

Lois Lane's eyes grew wide as she suddenly remembered all those nights when she had woken up, Blaze's strong arms around her, the hard mass of the cock pressing against the small of her back. Waking up to feel her pussy a sticky and nasty mess. Blaze holding her hair back as she puked into the toilet from morning sickness. Massaging cocoa butter into the reporter's growing belly. Shaving her pussy when Lois got too big to do it herself. Meeting the reporter for Lamaze classes. Picking out cribs...

She loves me. Lois realized.

The voices outside grew higher as Blaze slammed her cock forward so hard that it shocked Lois out of her reverie. The dick swelled in her throat until the knocked-up reporter couldn't breathe, and Blaze half-howled as she came again, pouring her jet black seed down her babymama's throat.

It wasn't the biggest load of Blaze's life. Lois could remember what it had been like once, when she had **** Blaze to go a week without sex. Like trying to chug an entire cup of yogurt at once. This was thin and watery by comparison, though she knew it would put most human men to shame. Lois felt a momentary pang of sympathy for all those women who would never know more than a tablespoon of hot baby batter spraying down their throats in their lifetime.

Then something inside of her rumbled internally. The belt cinched around her pregnant stomach, already taut, began to fray. Blaze didn't pull out. She grunted again, louder this time, as though her mighty demonic muscles were trying to squeeze out that final drop...and to her disbelief, Lois felt something hot and liquid spurt deep inside her throat.

The belt snapped. Lois couldn't see the surge that came, but she felt it, the weight of the belly hitting her thighs, the crack of her hips widening. It was the final trigger for her tits, which seemed to balloon outwards, sagging and shapeless as they prepared to feed...

Six? Lois Lane blinked as the memories washed over her.

Blaze quickly clambered down. The door opened, concerned doctors and nurses piling in...and Lois struggled to swallow instead of screaming as the first of her sextuplets pushed its way down the birth canal.