Blaze Shows Lois Her Own Possible Fate

The room faded, as though a light went out...and the last sound Lois Lane heard was her father's gasp as he blew his load into his personal slut.

"You came here to find the women who had gone missing, only to discover that they had found themselves," Blaze whispered in the reporter's ear. "But what about you? Who is Lois Lane? Or perhaps better...who could she be?"

The light came on...only they were no longer inside. They were out in a bright sunlit stretch of white sand, a beach that ran straight down into water so blue and clear that Lois could see right down into the depths of the lagoon.

A female figure swam through the waters. The dark hair was longer and fuller. The breasts, as they broke the surface, were larger, rounder, the nipples darker and more prominent. Her skin was burned a golden bronze, no tanlines at all...and Lois Lane gasped as she fell back, to float on her back beneath the sun, utterly uncaring who saw her nakedness.

Or the swollen stomach that sat atop the water like a golden beach-ball. A violet amethyst the size of her thumb and the color of her eyes dangled from a navel-piercing. The reporter could not take her eyes off her other-self. She practically glowed...utterly content, relaxed, and beautiful.

"That could be you, Lois," Blaze said. "If you want it to be. No more worries, no more care. This island? You own it. The richest woman in the world, and you use your wealth to help others. Lois Lane, billionaire philanthropist, crusading fighter to make the world a better place...and soon to be a mother."

Lois gulped. "The father. Who's the father?"

"Does it matter?" Blaze asked. "Who would you want it to be? Tell me, and it can happen..."