Scared. Aroused. Scaroused.

Lois Lane shuddered, unable to stop her hips, riding the cock hard, churning the cum inside her pussy into a foamy cream.

"Oh god," she said, staring down at the spunk on the demon's cock as she moved faster and faster, toward her own orgasm. "You really did it. You impregnated me."

All of it was wrong. A thousand sex ed lessons came back to haunt Lois in a moment of guilt. She could be pregnant. She could have a disease. She could end up like her mother, tits swelling, aching, always complaining of back pain, never finding a bra that fit, having to go in for surgery just to try and live a normal life.

"I inseminated you." Blaze said, rubbing the reporter's nipples with her thumbs. "We'll have to wait and see if you 'took'...or if your tits will grow."

"They will," Lois gasped, voice shaking, body moving on its own. "I...I'm going to turn into a freak...a big-titted freak...I'm going to die..."

Something about that image repulsed and aroused Lois like nothing else. To think of her pert little titties turning into sagigng, bloated tits. Always growing, bigger and bigger, areolae the size of dishplates, bloated udders propped up by her belly. Everyone would look at her and no one would take her seriously. She would just be a set of tits...

It was the surgery that killed her mother. The infections that set in, the weakness. Days in bed, bloody bandages. Then the heart attack...all because her mother couldn't live like that, not as a freak, not with tits the size of her head, ready to explode.

"You're not going to die," Blaze insisted. "I want to see your tits swell up until they explode. If you don't take this time, I'll fuck you until you are pregnant, and I'll impregnate you again and again until your fat fucking juggs are hanging down to your belly button."

Lois Lane's pussy clenched tight, an electric shock shooting up her spine. Toes curled as she gasped out loud, a mewling exultation, pussy milking the cock, sucking the cum up inside her womb...and when it was done, Lois fell forward, her tiny, sweat-slick titties slapping down heaving on Blaze's own.

When she caught her breath, Lois asked the one thing she could think of.

"You promise?"