End: Blaze Goes Boom

The scarlet succubus fell to her knees, stomach swollen like a great red tick. Lois Lane found herself rubbing her clit furiously as she watched the stomach grow translucent, and ugly purple-black lines appeared on the stomach that was visibly inflating...and still the cum came on, the demon shaking in unspeakable agony as the streams of white and grey and off-yellow cum oozed in streams up ass and cock-hole and pussy.

Black lightning arced between the demon's horns, and the light of the circle flared in an eerie glow. The pure white eyes turned to Lois...and was it the reporter's imagination or was the lean, hungry face looking puffy, the skin under the chin sagging? Did something white slither within those shining eyes, that bulged out from their dark, deep-set sockets beneath those curling horns? White spittle fell from the demon's mouth...and Lois watched it ooze its way back up toward her crimson lips.

"Lois...please! Break the circle. I'll give you...I'll give you anything. I can't..."

The reporter's face was stuck in a rictus grin. Her wrist ached, fingers moving mechanically. The magicians standing around the captured demon were sightless, locked in their trance as their spell worked...and whatever mercy and forgiveness in Lois Lane was drowned out just then by her one true vice: curiosity. She wanted to see what would happen next.

The begging died on Blaze's lips as she saw the reporter, panting and flushed of face, masturbating with abandon at her plight...and anger flared within the demon. Her stomach swelled now, a round, sagging paunch like a woman pregnant with triplets, dark lines showing where the scarlet hide had become far over-stretched, belly button popped out like a third nipple.

Knees locked to the ground, Blaze pounded her fists against the invisible barrier. White lightning crackled in mid-air, and the witches didn't even register it, though at each strike the circle flared a little brighter...and with every increasingly **** blow, Lois could see that the demon's form continued to swell. The cock was lost to sight now, the great morbidly obese belly hanging down the scarlet succubus' thighs, which were taut and swollen to twice their size.

The demon's chest heaved, and Lois saw the flesh between the ribs inflate and fill out. The small breasts began to swell and sag. An ominous dark line ran up from the demon's crotch to her bony sternum, from which the now-pendulous udders hung. The demon's face was puffy, and the eyes bulged sightlessly, the blows of sausage-like fingers tipped with dark claws scraping at her invisible cage, black sparks tracing lines as they fought with white lightning, and for a moment Lois was dazzled, wondering if Blaze would do it...if she would burst this cage, and gain her freedom to make good her escape or wreck her vengeance.

It was not to be.

Both fists slammed hard against the invisible barrier, directly in front of Lois...and there was an audible rip. The swollen belly tore along that dark line, and Lois shuddered and gasped as if an electric current struck her as the split skin peeled back and a torrent of pink liquid fell down, the whole of the demon's plumbing falling down and bursting like overfilled balloons. Blaze opened her mouth to scream...and only a pink froth came out. She fell backwards, the red flesh melting, and through the white cage of bone Lois saw swollen, fluid-filled sacks that had to be lungs...and a dark heart like a jewel, floating for a moment in a pool of cum...and then that too burst, a mighty rupture that sent a spurt of reddish gore and white sperm up to strike the ceiling...and Blaze fell back.

Lois Lane panted as the pleasure washed from her. With shaky legs, she gathered her robe about her, to conceal her nakedness...and the remains of Blaze began to congeal, the bones crumbling, flesh melting, the cum roiling and concentrating. The whole great mass was drawing together, condensing, becoming solid before the reporter's eyes...and within twenty heartbeats, there was no more trace of semen, or of the succubus. Only a pink pearl the size of a large marble.

The light died...and the magicians came at last out of their trance, shaking their heads, staggering backwards from their positions.

"It is done," Raven said. "The curse has been inverted. Blaze has suffered her punishment."

"Is she," Lois swallowed. "Is she dead?"

Zatanna shook her head. "Demon's don't die as mortals do. Her essence is imprisoned...for now."

"Which begs the question," Rose Psychic said, as she pointed toward the marble. "Of who gets to be caretaker of this? None of us can do it."

Lois Lane blinked. "Are you asking me?"

Four pairs of eyes turned to look at the reporter.

"You have no magic for Blaze to draw upon," Dr. Fate intoned. "And so long as the prison is intact, Blaze should be undetectable to divinations."

"You don't have to," Zatanna said quickly. "I mean, we can figure something else out if you don't want to. But it should be harmless. Just keep it secret, keep it safe."

Lois almost laughed. "Sure, Gandalf."

The reporter strode forward and picked up the sphere. It really did look like nothing so much as a giant pink pearl. She popped it in the pocket of her robe and shook her head.

"Well, I don't know about you ladies," Lois said. "But after the night out I've had, I need a drink..."

There was a bottle of wine, and after that was gone, a bottle of vodka in the freezer. A friendly glass turned into shots...and the little party went on into the early morning hours. The pearl, cool and smooth, weighed heavily in Lois Lane's pocket...and she smiled to think of it there, and knew that the image of Blaze's final bloated form would keep her warm on many a cold night to come.

At long last, Lois Lane's night out was over.