Epilogue: Gratuitous Pregnant Sex Injury

"...broke both arms, and you're fortunate your anus didn't prolapse," the doctor glared at the reporter. "Quite frankly Mrs. Lane, you are twenty weeks pregnant, and attempting that particular sex swing act was absolutely reckless, both for your own health and the baby."

Lois Lane, both arms ensconced in casts, belly jutting out of the paper smock the nurses had given her to wear, could hardly argue.

"And as for you," the doctor turned her 100-kilowatt stare on Angelica Blaze Lane. "You should not be aiding and abetting her! I respect patients having a healthy sex life during pregnancy, but this is bordering on nymphomania. Given the extent of your reckless behavior I would be well within my rights to have you both detained for mental health evaluation..."

The reporter grimaced. Muscles bunched in her arms, and pain flared, even through the medications she was taking. The last thing she needed was to be committed to psychiatric care while five months pregnant.

"We will abide by your medical advice, doctor," Blaze assured her. "Please, we just want to go home."

The doctor snorted. She turned back to Lois. "Complete bed rest, eight weeks. I'll write a note for your employer."

Lois coughed. "Um...does that mean...no sex?"

The doctor hesitated. "If your asshole was not as well-trained as it was, the damage could have been worse." She assented. "You can continue to engage in non-rigorous anal sex during the period. Use plenty of lube. No sex swings or large toys. If I see any evidence of tearing when you come in for your next X-rays, I'll refer you to clinical psychology. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes'm," Blaze said, putting a hand on Lois Lane's knee. "Very clear."

It was hard enough to move when five months pregnant, much less with both arms in casts. Angie had to help Lois Lane every time the reporter wanted to stand...and the reporter didn't want to think about the rest of it. Going to the bathroom...getting sponge baths...brushing her teeth...granted, there was no part of the reporter's body that her wife hadn't licked, touched, sucked, and rubbed her throbbing erection on at this point, but it was still embarrassing to feel so utterly helpless.

"I'm getting fat," Lois complained bitterly in the car. Blaze had bought the minivan apparently on a whim, and going through Metropolis traffic with the demon behind the wheel was not an experience for the faint of heart.

"That's the pregnancy, sweetmeat," Blaze assured her.

"No, it isn't. I'm getting a tummy roll. And my tits are huge. I can wear any of my bras any more."

"You are not getting a tummy roll, and I love your big fat milky tits."

"You see!? You just said I'm fat, I'm..."

Stupid tears came to Lois Lane's eyes. "I'm just going to turn into a lardass lump on eight weeks of bedrest."

"Hmm, you might pack on a few pounds. But we can do some exercises..." Blaze said cheerfully as a horn screamed. The demon waved her middle finger at the truck driver she had just cut off and careened through the red light at top speed.

Lois sniffed. "Are you still going to want to fuck me when I'm big as a house?"

Blaze took her eyes off the road, very alarmingly, to look Lois in the eyes.

"Babe, if you weighed six hundred pounds, I would still find a fold and fuck it."

The reporter laughed. Life would go on.

The clothes came off as soon as they came in the house. Nudity had been the default for when they were at home for weeks, but now there really was no reason to wear anything. It was weird for Lois, being babied by Blaze. The very second thing she had to go the bathroom, and while the reporter could sit down and do her business okay—and Lois was grateful that they had installed the bidet—she still needed the demon's help to wipe herself clean down there, and to flush.

Then it was straight to bed.

Lois laid down and almost immediately grew bored. She stared at the mound of her belly, sticking up so high now that she could barely see her toes. Not for the first time, Lois wondered if there was really only one baby in there...

"Babe?" Lois said. "Darling wife?"

"Hmm-hmm?" Blaze said.

"Bring your cock over here. I've got an idea."

Ten minutes later, Blaze was straddling her wife's chest, the heavy nuts resting on her collar bone, the head of her dick in the reporter's mouth. The demon was holding tablet in both hands, the lower edge resting on her cock, so that Lois Lane could watch herself suck her wife's cock.

"Well, the doctor certainly can't call this rigorous," Angelica said with a smile.

Lois ignored her, sucking on the swollen cockhead like it was a giant pacifier. The pregnant reporter was staring into her own violet eyes, pussy itching and ass feeling empty as she saw the pregnant slut in the mirror sucking that fat prick that had knocked her up. It was strange to her that she had once found Blaze's cum bitter and hard to swallow. Now she slurped at the dick hard, admiring the way her cheeks hollowed and her face stretched as her tongue tickled the demon's urethra, wanting more of her favorite salty treat.

Eight weeks of bedrest. Five months pregnant. Maternity leave from work. Lois Lane could almost feel her gears shift. There was nothing for her to think of except sex...and she was already making such plans...for starters, she should be recording this...