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Logomancy is one of the most complex and difficult of the magical arts. One to be exercised only with great care and consideration, less forces be unleashed which cannot be turned back. Too late, as the words came out of Zatanna's mouth, did she realize she should have been a little more specific...

A red arc of fire erupted from Lois Lane's pregnant-with-twins belly button. The witch gasped as her world faded to a blur, unable to stop what was happening. A terrible pressure grew inside of her stomach...and then all over as her body began to soften and gain weight, just as the reporter's had. Her clothes were suddenly too tight, and she was unable to move to loosen them.

Fishnets dug into thighs suddenly less slim than they were a moment ago. Too-small panties crawled up her crack as her slightly heftier ass-cheeks swallowed them. Zatanna could hardly breathe as her bra hung on for dear life, the growing mammaries pushing up and out as they filled with milk.

Her stomach though was the worst. Her formerly trim stomach was pushing out, demanding room, and there was nowhere for it to go. The magician could only stand there, frozen as her magical pregnancy warred against her costume—and she knew which would win.

The first button that popped off was a moment of utter relief, a little pressure gone. The others quickly followed, and Zatanna staggered as she felt the weight piling on her, center of gravity shifting, the new twins inside her belly resting exactly on her bladder. Seams gave way as her bra finally gave way, her already substantial breasts having seemingly doubled in size. Dark nipples dripped milk onto her swollen, taut midsection.

Then the spell was ended, and all that was left were two women, pregnant with twins, in Lois Lane's apartment. Ready to drop.

"Z are you...okay?" Lois asked, rubbing her own gravid belly.

"I just...need a minute," Zatanna huffed, sitting down on the bed. "I think we just gained fifty pounds in five minutes."

Lois grimaced. "I think we're going to lose most of it soon."

"Why do you say th...oh, shit," The witch looked over and saw the damp stain spreading on the bedcover from the pregnant reporter's vagina.

Then something gave way inside of her own body. At first, she thought that she had just inadvertently wet herself, the babies pressing too hard on her bladder...but then the witch felt the first cramp.

"Oh shit," she repeated, realizing their waters had just broken. They were both about to go into labor.

Lois reached for the phone. "I'm calling Superman. He's faster than 911."

Zatanna ran a hand over her enormous stomach, which had dropped low, the swollen mass covering her lap. She was about to be a mother. It was a lot to take in. But what she wondered...really wondered...was whether giving birth would actually resolve the curse. Because if not...both of them would alternate between being brain-dead bimbos and knocked up for the rest of their lives.

The reporter clicked off the phone.

"He's on his way. Say...who was the 'sperm donor' from your spell?"

Zatanna blushed, then winced as a kind of cramp started deep within. The first of her contractions.

"You don't want to know." she said. "And hopefully, we won't need them again."