Epilogue: Lois Lane, CEO of Preggr

"Look, it's not enough just to go for hook-ups. We need to time things for 'accidents' to happen," Lois Lane said to her staff. "We need conception events. There are plenty of horny super-powered men and women out there, what we need is to get them together at the right time and place."

"Um...how?" One of the staff asked.

"Work the psych profiles. Work the biometrics. Look at this," Lois jabbed a button on the laptop and the screen behind her filled with analytical data, biometric charts. "You see those stress readings over time? Nightwing is ready to blow. He just needs to find the right excuse. Now look at Wonder Woman." Another button. "You see that window, when she's ovulating? We need to get them in the same space together. Give them a push."

"Wonder Woman isn't on Impregger," someone chimed in.

"Then we need her to get on it. Marketing?" Lois looked around the room.

"We're approaching her through the Mothers of the World Initiative." A woman said. "Just a promotional thing. 'One date.' Big donation."

"Put pressure on Nightwing," Lois said. "Adjust his feeds. I want him to be bombarded by Amazonian spam, ads, whatever it takes. Prime the pump. Let's make it happen people."

The meeting was over. Lois sat down heavily in the chair at the head of the table as the men and women of Preggr, Inc. filed out. Her ankles were swollen and ached, and she needed to take a load off, at least for a moment.

She stared at her swollen stomach, a few of the buttons holding on for dear life. Twenty-eight weeks pregnant. Lois could hardly believe that in three months she'd be a mother herself...and here she was, trying to manipulate heroes into having babies. With the resources of a mid-sized country to throw at the problem.

"How many do you have so far?" Blaze said, stepping out of the shadows behind her wife. "Conception events, I mean?"

"One. Because we got lucky. Beast Boy and Raven. But that was almost guaranteed to happen anyway. Two horny twenty-year-olds, and we gifted them a stay in a five-star hotel that conveniently had an open microbar, no condoms, and a 'spermicidal' jelly that actually counteracts most forms of non-hormonal birth control," She sighed. "It's only been a month, and it's taking too long to get the heroes to sign up for Impreggr."

The demonic dickgirl was in her human form, wearing one of Lois Lane's old suits. She leaned over the chair her wife was slumped in, her long fingers played at the buttons of Lois's shirt.

"Have you considered," Angelica Blaze Lane said to her wife. "That maybe you should widen your pool of candidates a bit?"

A button opened, exposing the Preggr CEO's navel. It hadn't popped yet, but Lois knew most of the growth happened in the last trimester. it was only a matter of time.

"What do you mean?" Lois said.

"Villains. Bad boys love good girls, bad girls love good boys. Your focus is on conception events...just because one of the parents is a villain doesn't mean they might not grow up to be a hero. Look at Catwoman: she's practically married Batman at this point, whether they've made it official or not."

Another button opened, and another. Enough skin exposed that Angie could slip her hand inside the reporter's shirt and rub the pregnant woman's stomach.

"That's...not a bad idea," Lois mused. "I mean, not ideal, but that would give us a bigger pool of candidates...hmm, and maybe we could get some synergy. Find a hero and a villain with impregnation fetishes, match them up at a special event...maybe even a group event..."

"Key parties for superfolk?" Blaze smiled and swirled the chair around. She got down on her knees before her pregnant wife, and kept working at the buttons lower down. Untucking the reporter's shirt from her skirt.

"Nothing so crude. But if we leverage things right..." Lois reached over and tapped out some notes on the keyboard. "I mean, some of those superprisons...surrogacy might be a good deal, if we can approach the wardens and staff. Hmm."

Angie pushed her wife's skirt up. There were no panties beneath, just the bottom of the rounded abdomen flowing into the smooth mound of the reporter's vulva...an area that the demon kept meticulously clean-shaven, since it was now too difficult for Lois to easily handle that task herself.

"Oh ho? I thought you were wearing panties this morning when you left for work," the demon's eyes flashed briefly, from human to the pure white that were the mark of her heritage.

"I did. But I thought you might drop by this evening..."

Blaze bit playfully at her pregnant wife's thigh...they had talked about Lois Lane's late nights at her new job. It left time for fewer moments like this...but Lois wanted to get Preggr and Impreggr to be as stable as possible before Lois herself had to take maternity leave. Then there would be the baby to take care of.

The former reporter sighed as her wife kissed her way down her thighs, thicker now than they had been seven months ago, to bury her face in that pussy. Lois groaned, spreading her legs wide and sliding down further in the seat, until her ass was actually hanging off the edge.

Nightwing, she had a feeling, was the key. Young, strong, handsome, physically fit, clean of genetic diseases...a part of her wanted to mold him into Impreggr's main stud, to match him up with heroine after heroine, and have him knock all of those super-sluts up. He was so close to being perfect...he just needed the right circumstances, the right push.

Lois huffed as her wife's tongue slathered her pregnant pussy. Moaned as Angie sucked on her clit. There was something there...a dark little thought.

"The whole point of Impreggr is that the men and women involved are doing everything of their own free will. It would be wrong to...to...influence those decisions...but we do. Targeted advertising. Hitting them when they're most psychologically and biologically ****. Encouraging sign-ups, hook-ups, arranging the environment...we don't...we don't get out there and make them fuck but...fuck-fucking close..."

Blaze paused. Lois looked down at her. A strange thought entered her head.

"But villains...villains wouldn't have those some restrictions, would they? If someone like the Mad Hatter got a hold of Impreggr...if they thought they could hack it..."

The demon cocked her head. Lois could see the cock straining against her old pants.

The CEO of Preggr levered herself out of the chair and bent over the table. She began typing rapidly into the computer.

"Angie, I need you to fuck me...I've got this really crazy idea..."

The demon was on her feet in an instant. The cock sprang free, impressive even in its human guise.

"You want villains to hack Impreggr and get superheroes to fuck each other?" Blaze asked.

"No. I want them to think that's what they've done," Lois was smiling madly now as she wrote up an entire new initiative. "We'll let it slip that Impreggr exists...that heroes are on it...and then we get a villain to think they've worked an exploit into the system. Get the villains to think that they're manipulating the system, so that they can fuck heroes. Except we're the ones pulling the strings...we're the ones setting them up to fuck...and fuck...and...oh, fuck..."

Angie slid into her wife's pregnant cunt. Her hands rubbed the swollen stomach.

"Mmm. Sounds like a plan. Think it'll work?"

Lois panted as she typed away. "There's only one way to find out."