!tnangerp ton si sioL

Gesturing theatrically toward Lois' stomach, the witch's face dropped into a poker mask of concentration. With deep solemnity, she carefully enunciated each syllable of the nonsense incantation...and to the reporter's amazement, a pale yellow light seemed to emanate from Zatanna's gloved hands, as though they glowed from some point deep within, getting brighter with each moment.

There was a pulse of light. Lois blinked, afterimages floating across her eyes. It had almost seemed like something had come out of Zatanna's hands at the moment she had pronounced the final syllable, and the reporter had felt...a sort of connection to her. A flash of empathy and understanding had bridged them for that second, as though they shared some intimate bond, and Lois wondered if the witch had felt it too.

Lois stared down at her stomach—and with a thrill saw that it was back to normal! Her tummy was flat once again, her bloated breasts back to their normal size. The reporter poked and prodded her abdomen with a searching finger, unsure if it was just wishful thinking, but it every sense told her that it was true...she wasn't pregnant!

"You did it!" Lois said excitedly. "Oh Zatanna, you really did it, you s—"

The reporter's thanks were interrupted by a sudden groan from the witch. Lois looked up at her hero.

The front of Zatanna's overcoat was bulging out, buttons straining as the narrow-waisted clothes suddenly had to deal with an expanding waistline. Lois watched in shock and horror as the witch's breasts began suddenly to catch up, cloth straining against sudden cleavage.

It isn't like watching a balloon rise. Lois thought to herself as the breasts pushed out of the top of the coat. It's like she's...growing, filling out.

Despite herself, Lois could feel a weird tingle of excitement between her legs...and a kind of unexpected emptiness deep inside. After a few minutes, the growth appeared to stop...or at least to slow down below the rate of being immediately perceptible. Even so...

I think she's bigger than I was. Lois was careful not to say that out loud. Of course, Zatanna was in amazing shape and had bigger breasts to begin with, so maybe pregnancy just stood out more on her...but I could swear that the witch's baby belly was farther along than mine was.

"Stupid..." Zatanna muttered, and the reporter wondered if she was talking about herself or about the situation. Then the witch seemed to remember that Lois was there, and resumed her poise—or at least as much as she could, with her coat buttons hanging on for dear life, her breasts almost spilling out of her shirt.

"So, the good news is the spell worked." Zatanna bit her lip and gingerly touched her swollen orb. "There was just a, uh, conservation of fetus there. Like not being able to pull a rabbit out of a hat without immediately putting it in another hat. Ha."

The witch was smiling, but Lois didn't think Zatanna found the situation funny at all. There was perspiration on her brow and an edge of desperation in her voice. "Just needs another spell, is all..."

"Are you...sure that's a good idea?" Lois said. "I mean, I'm really grateful for your help, but maybe we should call in someone else."

"No." Zatanna spoke with emphasis and finality. "Nobody knows about this but you and me. Besides." She took a deep breath, and Lois was afraid for a moment the witch was going to pop out of her clothes. "I've got this. Just need to be careful with the wording."