Epilogue: Accidents

Lois Lane was in the meeting when her new bra, which she had bought only just last week, gave way. Her breasts hit the table with an audible wump, and the reporter's eyes immediately teared up as the sore udders hit the hard surface. Perry White, who had been in the middle of making some fine point on city politics and the bastards that kept being elected, stopped and glared.

The busty reporter had coughed with embarrassment and tried to cover up the accident by crossing her arms in front of her on the table...but that simply made her look like she had smuggled a pillow into the meeting as was about to take a nap.

She could almost hear her coworkers afterwards. Snickering. Making little jokes. Mooing sounds. Lois Lane's tits wobbled with every step as she carried her broken bra back to her desk. It was a G-cup...and the strain had been too much for it, Lois saw immediately. The nylon had held up fine, it was the little latch at the front...the strain of holding in the reporter's lady lumps had bent some thin but critical component, and the whole thing had given way.

Lois was still fidgeting with the clasp when Clark Kent came over with his cup of coffee. He set the cup down and pulled the undergarment from her hands without a word. The stared up at him as he raised his glasses, just an inch, the pupils of his eyes glowing red for just a fraction of a second...and then he did something complicated with his hands, too fast for the reporter to follow, and when he handed the bra back it was good as new.

"Thanks, Smallville," she said, and meant it. "Top you up?"

"Please," he said.

No one was looking as Lois grabbed his coffee mug and maneuvered it under her blouse a quick squeeze or two helped relieve the pressure, and she handed the cup back to him, the black brew now swirling with fresh cream.

That had started as an accident too. Lois had tried to use a milking device at her desk, but she couldn't store it all and had to put it in the fridge...and Clark was the only one of sixteen coworkers who had figured out where the milk for that day's coffee had come from. Ever since, it had been their little secret. One of them, anyway.

"How are things with Diana?" Lois said.

"Taking things slow. I think there's mutual attraction there, but I don't want to...seem too anxious," he said at last.

"Clark, you're a gentleman," Lois said. "But women have needs too. Don't be afraid to let her know that if she wants things to move to the next level..."

"Speaking of which," he gave a wry smile and looked pointedly at her left hand as he sipped his coffee. "Have you set a date?"

Lois rubbed the engagement ring with her left thumb, twirling the big orange diamond around.

"Next month," she said. Her hand fell under her breast to where her taut little belly was just beginning to show...not that anyone could see it with her ever-growing bosom. "I'm fourteen weeks, and I'd like to get it done before I hit the second trimester. As it is, Thing One and Thing Two aren't going to starve, but Momma is going to struggle to find a wedding dress that fits her twins..."

The reporter had only found out she was carrying two babies instead of one last week.

"There are other options," Clark said. "Diana's people use togas. Or you could always do one of those pagan skyclad weddings..."

She swatted him on the pants leg...but not too hard. His invulnerable leg wouldn't feel her hardest punch, but Lois would. Then her face fell.

"Am I making a mistake, Smallville? Rushing into things? It just seems like since that night, it's been one thing after another..."

He set the coffee cup down and stood behind her on the chair. His big hands fell to her shoulders and began to massage the muscles there. Ever since her tits had begun to balloon, Lois could feel the added weight back there...and had been working out to build up the muscles that let her carry them without being hunched over.

"You're the only one that can say that, Lois," he said quietly. "But I know that I've never seen you happier than when you found out you were pregnant, until you found out it was twins. I know I didn't exactly warm to Angelica at first...but does she make you happy?"

"I...I think so," Lois said. "She's always there for me. Gets me to every appointment. Goes clothes shopping with me. When she proposed, I didn't say yes at first, but we've been spending so much time together, and she says she wants to do right by the babies and..."

Lois sighed.

"...I don't know what I would do without her."

Clark Kent gave her a final squeeze.

"Then do what you have to do. Oh, and Lois?"

"Yes, Clark?" she said, leaning her head back to look up at him.

"You've got milk on your keyboard."

The reporter's head snapped down and sure enough, her leaking tits had left a puddle on the desk of her cubicle, the edge of which had reached her keyboard. She swore and went to lift the electronics out of the way...and Clark Kent smiled and went to fetch some paper towels.

He thought about Diana as he sipped his coffee. Wondered what she would look like when her own milk came in. She had much larger natural breasts than Lois did, starting out...and there was something about the thought of Wonder Woman lactating that made him resolve to follow Lois's advice and be a little more pro-active with his girlfriend. Of course he would use a condom, but if the condom should break...well, Lois Lane was living proof that accidents happen, and needn't always be unhappy.