Two Weeks Overdue

Lois Lane tried to groan as the pregnancy swelled, week after week. Black lightning arced from the hands of the scarlet succubus, and the reporter's pale flesh drank it greedily. Laying down on the bed now, Blaze moved on top of her, both hands pressing against that belly that rose, moment by moment, inflating not like a balloon but with the slower and more inevitable growth of a true pregnancy, as viewed in a time lapse. Lois shook in impotent frustration as the weight grew and grew, pinning her to the bed and then causing her to sink down against the groaning springs.

Her hips widened, her breasts seemed to go soft and then began to puff up, sagging gently against the growing belly, the swollen nipples now surrounded by little bumps that began presently to ooze a thin golden fluid. Within ten minutes, Lois Lane would have thought herself at full term, her stomach doming out as thought she had swallowed a basketball, dark red veins visible along the sides. With a silent "pop," she watched her navel unfold, sticking out at the top of the great swollen stomach like a third nipple.

Blaze was not done. The demon's white eyes were drinking in the reporter's gravid form, and Lois didn't need to see that scarlet cock to feel the head of it press into the bottom of her belly. Yes, Lois Lane looked as though she was nine months pregnant with a single baby...

...but she was having quadruplets.

The weight shifted as the reporter's pregnancy advanced still further, the mass of her distended abdomen sinking downward, putting pressure on her bladder. Before Lois could even think of what was happening, she felt the warm wetness spread along her pelvis and pool into the hollow she was sitting in. With blushing embarrassment Lois Lane realized she'd pissed herself...not that Blaze seemed to care in the slightest.

The demon seemed to be at the height of sexual excitement, even more rapt than when she had been impregnating the intrepid reporter. Her nipples were standing out stiff, emitting tiny black sparks, and black lightning ran between her horns like an obscene Jacob's ladder, the long forked tongue lolled out, drooling a viscous saliva, and Lois had no doubt that in but a moment Blaze would lick and kiss her grotesquely gravid gut, which wobbled over the reporter's body obscenely, and was spilling out onto the sides. Lois could almost imagined she saw the form of her full-term babies inside...but when would it end?

Slowly, the dark lightning diminished. Blaze's hands were on either side of the great, squat sphere of the pregnant baby belly. Lois could still feel her cock, hard as steel, stabbing into her lower belly.

"Forty-two weeks," Blaze hissed. "Overdue. Especially with multiples. Why, you might go into labor at any time..."

The hands slid down, dug into the sheets. With inhuman strength, she heaved Lois Lane up and out the bed, the great mass of the reporter's belly squished between them, and the reporter felt a momentary, instinctive panic for her babies.

"Don't worry," Blaze said, her hands cupping the reporter's ass in her hands. "We're just going to...induce you."