Madam Maternity, Epilogue (Superhero TG Preg, Rapid/Hyper Preg) (Patreon)

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By FoxFaceStories

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Peter Avery has just discovered that he has superpowers. Enrolled into the organisation Artemis to hone his powers and serve alongside other heroes, his trajectory is complicated by the arrival of a strange villain on the scene: Madam Maternity, who has the power not only to cause instant pregnancy to female victims, but even cause men to become pregnant women as well - permanently! Soon Peter and his friends are tasked with helping end this threat, and finding out what this Madam Maternity wants, and why she is targeting so many virile heroes.

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Epilogue

Clementine moved through the aftermath of the battle. It was a good thing she was invisible, she considered, because otherwise she would have been the subject of envious looks and a guilty conscience on her own part. Practically every hero who had taken part in the battle had been impregnated, even the former men. Poor Marcus was in the second trimester with a baby, annoyed that she’d likely have to take this pregnancy ‘the long way,’ while Andrew had managed to stave off labor for now, though she was very much close to her waters breaking in the next few days. At the moment, the adoptive brothers-turned-sisters were taking care of each other, swapping jokes and making gallow’s humour as a form of coping. Andrew had already decided to keep her third baby. Marcus didn’t know what to do, but no one would judge her for any decision she made. Clem often butted heads with the speedster, but she was all encouragement now, and left the pair to their shared company.

Others were equally unlucky. Poor Monolith had beaten out her own damn record. It was only thanks to her super strength that she was managing to move with the weight of what was apparently now nine or ten babies. Clem practically felt her own uterus want to drop out and runaway at the sight of how grotesquely pregnant the bruiser was. Worse, labor had been triggered by a birth pulse, so she was being attended to by multiple paramedic services as she howled curses.

“I’LL GET HER! I S-SWEAR I WILL! I’LL GET HER F-FOR DOING THIS TO MEEEEEAAAGHHHHH!!!”

But then her body forced her to bear down and push, and while Clem’s invisibility allowed her to eavesdrop and spy at will, she wasn’t exactly wanting to be privy to what happened next. Her main concern was finding Peter. The last she’d seen of him he’d teleported with Madam Maternity, but the effect had looked different. More . . . explosive. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and her mind kept turning to the worst. 

“I’ll find him,” she said to herself. “I know I will. He has to be safe.”

But Andrew had been unable to sense him with her mind powers, and Dangerbee had briefly been able to speed around to look before her new pregnancy tired her out. If they had come up with nothing, what luck would she have?

“Can’t give up,” she said. “He wouldn’t. I know he wouldn’t.”

She thought of the kiss he’d given her. It had been a magnificent kiss, like something out of the stories published about Lady Glory when she was apparently romancing Bluestone. Not that the romance worked out, but she had learned a lot about Lady Glory that messed with her understanding of the heroine. But Peter was different. He was kind, and determined, and he could see her. Not just physically see her, but he put up with her silly jokes, didn’t judge her weird media preferences, helped her style herself, chatted with her endlessly and easily. For the first time, she felt like she wasn’t invisible with someone. Even Andrew and Marcus couldn’t quite give that to her. 

And then Peter had gone out like the hero she knew he would be, and there was a hole in her chest that was rapidly filling again with fear.

“No. Don’t think about it. Just find him. He’s Adapt. His power literally helps him adapt to things. I’m sure he thought of something!”

She continued to move down streets and ask random civilians questions, even if it meant spooking them due to her permanent invisibility. Most had no time for her, one turned out to be in labor with twins, her astonished wife struggling with the concept of having a wife of her own as she held her former husband’s hand. One woman was even buoyant and ecstatic.

“Sorry dear, I’m too busy celebrating! I was sixty two years old, now look at me! I’m a total pinup, and I get to be a mom! I couldn’t have kids before! What a blessing!”

From the angry looks of the former Fathers for Moms members, each of whom were tiredly breastfeeding their new babies, she was one of the few ones to consider herself lucky. The same could be said of the heroes. Only Pagan seemed to be adapting perfectly well to her pregnancy, but there was a rumour she was pretty insane, or at least very hippie-ish. She was already praising the ‘Great Mother’ for the ‘blessing of fruit to my body,’ which as far as Clem was concerned was a damn weird way to put it. Negatron seemed to get some amusement from it at least; the tech-class powered superheroine was once more with a baby and looking quite tired.

“I’m going to keep it,” she said after Clem’s inquiries. “I know it’s stupid, and probably some mental thing, but . . . I can’t not, right?”

“It’s your choice.”

“Yeah, it’s my choice. God, what a day. What a disaster. I’ll send out some drones to look for Peter though. Adapt, I mean. I’ll communicate to you first thing if he shows up: we all owe him for helping save us. We got an edge today, at the least. Don’t know if it was worth it though, even if I . . . accept this.”

She cradled her round, full-term bump with one hand, while breastfeeding a baby against her chest with the other. Negatron had been hit by a pregnancy ray, then a birth pulse, then a pregnancy ray again. To say it had been a ‘busy day’ for her was a damn understatement, but then she was usually one for that.

“Thanks for helping,” Clem said. “I wish you the best with your baby, Negatron.”

“Babies, plural. God, what a day.”

It was a total disaster for Artemis. They could come back from it, but it would take a long time, a big media and campaign blitz, and more than a few villains to step up, make havoc, then be caught heroically in order to get the public’s trust back. Estimates were already in the thousands in terms of those who were impregnated, with nearly half of them being former men. The amount of babies born or going to be born was likely around the five thousand range due to the sheer amount of multiples. A visiting male tourist from Australia ended up not only a suntanned raven-haired beauty, but one who would be heading home with quints. A Korean couple had two sets of twins between them. A visiting Indonesian dignitary had decided to attend the parade and was now having her position in the government re-evaluated in terms of leave. Clem couldn’t quite figure it all out, she wasn’t one for world events beyond heroing, but it was clear even to her that this event was going to have longer lasting international relations as well, ones that Artemis would be stretched thin to try to smooth over. This was not even to mention the Protector’s Guild now having to deal with numerous heroes taking time off to be mothers, some like Negatron likely for a few years. They would be short staffed for a while. Clem at least knew she could help there. As fearful for Peter as she was, she was at least proud of her own efforts on this day.

“I’m proud of you too, Peter. I just need to find you.”

‘Clem! I’ve got him! He just re-appeared two streets down from your location, on the left, in an alley. Can you make it?’

She was already running, ducking and weaving carefully around labouring women and pregnant ladies being herded into cars to make it home with strange new news. Her heart felt like it was in her throat as she crossed the two blocks. She darted into an empty alley that was impressively thin, and came face to face with someone who was definitely not Peter.

And also definitely was Peter.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “Peter. I’m so sorry!”

She crossed quickly over to the woman in front of her, launching into a hug. The woman could have been Peter’s sister. Her hair was longer, but still vibrant and ginger in colour. She had a similar smattering of freckles, and her figure was still quite thin, except in several particular places. She had the same kind eyes as well, and her jaw was set with a determination that she recognised absolutely as the boy she had fallen in love with. The woman hugged her back.

“Hey Clem,” she said.

Tears poured down Clem’s eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. You - you sacrificed yourself for me. And now you’re a woman, and you’re pregnant, and it’s all my fault!”

She stepped back a moment, looking at the round belly belonging to the feminised Peter. The new woman had unzipped and discarded much of her Adapt costume to allow it to stick out, the white underside of her belly showing beneath the stretched undershirt. It shifted slightly from the movements of the single child within.

“Ngh,” Peter grunted, rubbing her belly. “Not used to that. Or, um, these.”

She looked down at the pair of what had to be D-cup breasts that were also stretching the shirt. Clem was a little jealous, which she knew was a stupid emotion to have at this moment. Still, she laughed a little.

“I can’t believe you’ve got bigger boobs than me.”

“Yours are nicer,” Peter said, daringly.

“You wouldn’t even know!”

She laughed back, before turning serious. “Clem, it’s not your fault. I knew what I was doing. I didn’t want you to end up like this. I know the idea of being pregnant and having an invisible baby scares you, and for good reason. I was . . . happy, to take the hit.”

More tears flowed. “But now you’re going to be a woman. You’re going to give birth. This is you forever.”
 Peter gave a wan smile, rubbing her belly. “I know. It’s not . . . ideal. But it’s necessary.”

“Did you stop her, at least? Madam Maternity?”

“That’s exactly what I’d like to know as well.”

Peter and Clem looked up to see Lady Glory descending from above. She was incredibly fertile-looking, her belly swollen with multiple babies. She grunted as she landed, nearly overbalancing, an event at odds with her usual poise. Her skin glowed more than usual though; the gorgeous lead superheroine wore pregnancy very well, even if her belly was enormous.

“Triplets,” she said idly. “Still coming to terms with it. But it will be all worth it if you can tell me that Madam Maternity was defeated. What happened, Adapt?”

Peter couldn’t help but notice she was calling him by his hero callsign. There was a hunger in the woman’s eyes, a desperation for this to be over, but a deep respect for him and all he’d done as well. For Clem as well; only Peter could see how much the invisible woman was heartened by Glory’s presence. The new woman took a deep sigh.

“Madam Maternity used an emergency teleport. It sort of shifted us out of time. I was right, she was a robot, though I couldn’t get much more than that. She hit me with a beam and then fled. I don’t think she’ll be back for a while . . . but she will be back.”

Lady Glory cursed under her breath. As if in agitation, her babies kicked visible within her belly, which was uncovered by her costume, bare to the world. 

“And nothing that could help us capture her?”

“Only the information I was able to give everyone and that Grey Matter passed on. I’m sorry, Lady Glory.”

She put a hand on his shoulder, though he could tell she was upset. “It’s okay, Adapt. You did as well as you could have. Both of you did. This is still an absolute disaster . . . but things could have been worse. I just fear that we’ll never beat her.”

Peter decided to venture something at least to alleviate her fears. “There’s one thing I found out, Lady Glory. She can’t do this forever.” He summoned his best lying skills to explain her rampage would soon stop. “The energy she uses is in limited supply in the form it is conducted. I suspect she only has a few more appearances at best, and she knows it. I know it’s not the best reassurance . . .”

“But it’s something,” Lady Glory said. “Thank you Adapt. We’ll have a full brief at Artemis in several days. For now, we have to deal with this chaos. You rest and find your friends. And I can help any of you adapt to your new circumstances. I’ve been through it before. Currently going through it again! Thank you both for being heroes.”

Clem gave a little sound of excitement before collecting herself.

“Sorry, I just love her so much.”

“I noticed.”

She turned Peter around with her hands, inspecting her new form, even placing her hands on her stomach. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “You’re a woman.”

“I can barely believe it too. But it was the right sacrifice to make.”

“A heroic one?”

“Yeah.”

“You know, you’re kinda cute as a girl, at least.”

Peter grinned. She wasn’t used to the weight of her full breasts, or the feeling of having life shifting about in her stomach. She wasn’t used to her new voice, or her changed centre of gravity, or her general softness and long hair. But hearing Clem say that she was cute was nice. Very nice.

“Clem, my power is pretty good at figuring out what’s not being said sometimes. It’s why I suppress it around people I care about, so they don’t think I’m doing a weak version of mind reading. But even with a suppression on it, I can tell you find me mega hot.”

Clem giggled. She placed her arms over Peter’s shoulders - they were not equal in height - and stared into her eyes.

“You’re very, very lucky that I’m totally bisexual, Peter.”

They kissed again, and this time the kiss lasted a long time.

***

‘Finally, the romantic pair are back.’

Andrew was communicating mentally again, probably since it was easier than talking given how short of breath her latest pregnancy was making her. She was lying back against a spare mattress on the street while more capable heroes held off the press. Marcus was at her side, looking glum about her own situation but happy that Peter was back. She zipped rapidly to him and Clem, nearly batting the invisible woman accidentally aside, and hugged Peter.

“You’re back! Holy moly, and you’re a woman like us, and you’re pregnant! And you two are a couple! What a day!”

“Someone’s excited,” Clem snarked.

Andrew chuckled. ‘Marcus here got another boost in power courtesy of this latest pregnancy. She’s even faster, but also way more hyper.’

“I need so much fucking sugar right now,” Marcus whined. “And it’s not just cravings. I can’t believe I’ve got to be pregnant for like four months this time. Goddamn it, I hope I don’t start feeling emotions towards it and want to be a mom.”

Peter bit her lip. She knew that would likely be the case now.

“By the way Peter, you look super hot,” Marcus continued.

“Doesn’t he just?” Clem said, kissing her on the cheek. “Sorry, she.”

“And just pregnant with one? Lucky you.”

‘Come sit down with us, Peter. Commiserate with us over belonging to the formerly-men-who-are-now-pregnant-mothers-to-be club. It’s pretty exclusive.’

“And thank God I missed it,” Clem said, slumping against Peter. She rubbed the new ginger-haired woman’s stomach though, something which was soothing to the both of them.

‘So, what do you plan to do, Peter?’ Andrew asked her over their shared telepathic connection. 

Peter knew that the one person she wouldn’t be able to hide the full truth from was Grey Matter, and likely Clem, given how close she was. Marcus maybe, in time. She trusted these three totally though, and knew she’d figure out a way to keep it all a proper secret in time. For now though, she just wanted to be with her friends, all four of them now a girls group, and simply find comfort in that. She held her stomach. Inside, her little baby stirred, only half-formed, with several months yet to go. It was astonishing to think about. She’d be a woman for life, and eventually be lying back and pushing this baby out of her new womanhood. It was intimidating to think about, even with her adapted midwife knowledge and general medical learning. And then she’d breastfeed, and probably wear dresses at some point, and learn how to use bras, and style her hair - if she wanted to keep it long - and adjust to being a bisexual woman in a relationship with another woman. Her mother had always wanted a girl, but she had little doubt it was going to be an awkward bit of news to drop still, especially since her mom was going to be a grandmother. She could only hope that Clem would stay by her side. She had a feeling that would be the case.

“I’m going to have this kid, and I’m going to raise it,” she said.

Clem shifted against her, but more in surprise than alarm. He could read her cute features well: she was happy for him, even if it was a shock.

“And I’m going to still be a hero,” she continued. “I want to be, and I need to be. I can adapt; it’s my power, right? Besides, the world needs more heroes.”

That much, she knew now, was totally certain. And she was more than ready to do her part. They all would.

The End