Epilogue: Showing Already?

Four weeks. Knowing she was pregnant, even without taking a test, had Lois Lane supercharged. She was reading pregnancy and parenting articles every day. Buying books, prenatal vitamins. Checking her weight every morning to see if she'd gained a pound. Riding Blaze's cock every night, just groping the dickgirl demon's tits and grinding that cock in her pussy. The little red devil's mark grew slowly, a patch of red skin that looked like some weird birthmark more than anything else...easily concealable. A secret that only Lois and Blaze knew.

Lois Lane woke up, four weeks and one day pregnant, and she felt great. Bursting with energy. As always, she stripped out of her pajamas, and felt the results of last night's lovemaking roll down her thighs in thin dribbles. Sometimes Angie would even eat her out afterwards, but this morning the demon was snoring softly and Lois didn't wake her. She would just go into the bathroom, weigh herself, wipe her pussy and start with her morning exercises.

The lights in the bathroom flickered on. Lois stared into the mirror.

Her scream shook Blaze out of her slumber, and set the dogs in the apartment below to howling.

Half a heartbeat later, the demon was behind her, black lighting crackling along her horns, morning wood hard as a sword and nearly stabbing Lois Lane in the back. The reporter leaned over the sink, staring into the mirror, touching her face.

A great, irregular patch of blood-red skin covered Lois Lane's mouth, all the way from the base of her nose to the bottom of her chin. Her lips looked plumper, and slightly purple. Lois peeled up a lip to reveal a white canine that was substantially longer and sharper than it had been the night before.

Then the reporter's hand fell to her stomach. It was only visible since she was naked, but there was the slightest of bloating in the formerly flat plain of the reporter's stomach. Not something she would even notice, except that she looked for it...and as her fingers poked and prodded, the skin was firm. No soft fat. She knew that she'd gained a pound or two in the last couple of weeks...she had gone from 115 to 118...but this was...was...

"By the dark gods, that's sexy!" Angelica Blaze declared as she came up behind Lois. The demon pressed her hands against Lois Lane's upper back, bending the reporter over the sink.

"What are you doing!?" Lois said, even as she spread her legs a little to better facilitate entry.

"Sweetmeat, I have to fuck you," the demonic dickgirl was trembling with excitement...and Lois gave out a little gasp as the head of the crimson cock pushed its way into her cum-slick tunnel.

"But...the devil's mark!" Lois Lane's grip on the sink was white knuckle. Blaze felt even thicker than usual...and yet the reporter felt the sexual heat come over her as though it was contagious. Even as Angie was slow, not wanting to stab her entire cock into the pregnant reporter at once, Lois found herself pushing back, wanting more of that fuckrod inside her slutty slit.

"Yes, it's unusual for it to show...this early," Blaze's mouth kissed the reporter's shoulder, and her hands came up to squeeze Lois's breasts from behind. "I've heard tales of some women showing early..."

"Showing early!" Lois huffed, instinctively squeezing her pussy down as her toes curled on the bathroom rug. "I can't...can't show my face..."

"You can wear a facemask, for now," Blaze hugged her tight as she **** as much of her cock inside the reporter's tight tunnel as she could. "By Lilith, you're tighter than last night..."

They moved together. Blaze pawed at her lover, kissed her, tasted her...and Lois Lane pushed her hips back, body braced as the demon slowly sped up her strokes in both speed and power. Below them, the dogs ceased barking and began pawing at the wall, little mewling noises leaking up from the floor. Eager little bitches. Lois smiled to herself. Her bottom canine teeth just touched her upper lips when she closed her mouth. Like little tusks.

As Blaze pounded away at the pregnant pussy, Lois Lane tried a wider smile. Her lips were definitely beestung. She ran a tongue over them, until they were glistening wet. Sexy little tusks.

A facemask will do for today, Lois thought. But if I'm showing this early...how long am I going to be able to hide this pregnancy?

There were no answers from Blaze, who had reached down between Lois Lane's legs to stroke the reporter's clit. Lois's whole body quivered. She would just have to wait and see...