The Lois In The Mirror

There was a sound like the shattering of glass. Lois Lane felt the warm arm beneath her palmable breasts, the hard hot cock splitting her pussy, the crimson fingers toying with her slit, letting black seed drip onto the ground between her spread legs. It was like waking from a nightmare...into another nightmare.

"What..." Lois breathed. She could remember everything. Being short...with big tits and a big ass...and slutty...

"Call it the Mirror of Maybe," the demon purred into her ear. "It shows you as you might have been, and may yet be. For you, it gave you a taste of being...another Lois Lane. Did you like it?"

"No! No I...I..."

Lois stared into the mirror, down at herself, and back into the mirror. Making sure the two images matched. She once more had the long, lean limbs, the pert small breasts, the flat stomach and toned ass that had come from years of dieting and working out at the gym. Her body, as it was. Weird relief went through her, and yet also a sense of...loss? Regret?

"Not everyone has the strength to stay true to themselves," the demon whispered, a strange smile on her lips. "You have my respect for that. But there are still other possibilities...new possibilities...for you to consider."

The crimson finger left the reporter's pussy and trailed one ink-stained finger up her stomach, drawing a line of black cum over the reporter's flat abdomen until the hand rested on her stomach.

"For example, I just came inside you. You're not on birth control. How long has it been since your last period."

Lois felt a gaping pit open up in her stomach as she did the quick mental calculation. It was a dangerous day for her, she could be ovulating...and she had let the demon cum inside her, while under the influence of the mirror. She had to get away, take a morning after pill, just in case...

"Look," the demon ordered, pressing her breasts into the reporter's back, shifting the arm across Lois Lane's chest to cup the reporter's left tit. "Look into the mirror, and see what may yet be..."

The human woman wanted to close her eyes...but curiosity prompted Lois to look. She saw herself, just as she was. Except...was her hair a little longer? Skin a little brighter, free of zits and blemish? Her eyes sank to the stomach, where the demon's hand rested. Realized she was holding in a breath, trying to wonder if she imagined the very slightest change there. A thickening beneath the skin. Not even a bump, not yet, but as she watched, seconds ticking by, the flat plane of the stomach seemed to be changing, just a little, just enough to be noticeable.

It could have been four weeks in the future, or six or eight. Like a time-lapse video, days going by in seconds.

"The mirror can only show you what may be up to a certain point." The demon said. "A point where reality branches out, and all probabilities coalesce around two paths. Then, you must decide on your future, and it becomes reality. This is that point. You've missed a period, taken a test. Now you face the choice of your life. To do nothing and let nature take its course or, in the other..." the demon left that part unspoken.

"What choice would you make, Lois Lane?"