End: Blaze Tries To Make Lois Burst

The demon's eyes flashed...and in response, the dark strands about Lois Lane's legs moved, forcing her legs to close. The reporter cried out as black webbing tightly wrapped around and around her knees, until they were **** together...and all the while the heat and pressure continued to build, the weight of her distended abdomen pressing down on the woman's spine, ugly red lines on the skin appearing as it stretched too far, too fast...and already Lois thought she looked to be full term.

"Stop!" Lois cried out. "What are you doing? How am I going to give birth unless I can open my legs!?"

Blaze's eyes were focused on the swollen stomach. Black lightning crackled over the heavy belly from the scarlet fingertips...and Lois could feel other changes afflicting her body too. Her breasts, once pert handfuls, had slowly softened and filled out, until they pressed against the rising gravidity, the nipples darker and puffier than before. They ached, and as Lois watched, the round bumps around her nipples which had to be the milk glands began to leak a golden-white fluid. Her hips cracked...her ass felt fuller...and Lois couldn't see the rest of herself, but she shook and shivered as she felt subtle shifts in her body...all the effects of pregnancy compressed into minutes...

"Birth?" Blaze said, tasting the word. "Didn't you want this child in your womb? You know elephants are pregnant for 22 months...nearly two years. Imagine what it would be like to be pregnant with a child a year old..."

Lois Lane's eyes bugged out in her head.

"You can't...that's impossible...I'll...I'll burst..." The pregnant reporter said.

"Will you? Let us see," the sadistic succubus said...and pressed both hands against the already overdue pregnancy.

Beneath the demon's palms, the heat inside of Lois seemed to reach a white-hot heat, as though she had swallowed a bucket of coals. Pale flesh stretched beyond anything Lois had ever seen for a single pregnancy. She remembered the mass of stretch marks that had marked the grossly distended stomach of a woman with octuplets...and as the stomach rose higher and higher, Lois saw the same ugly red and purple striations as muscle and skin was stretched too far, too quickly, but also healed swiftly thanks to the demon's magic.

The pressure building on her body, and Lois feared at any minute the impossibly tight flesh would split...already she could feel the horrible mess between her legs as the weight of her massive uterus crushed her bladder, forcing the contents out onto the bedsheets. As the massive wobbling mass moved upwards, stopped only by her ribs, it compressed the reporter's diaphragm and Lois felt herself gasping for air, unable to take a full breath.

Desperately she wanted to push...to expel the growing child...but in her heart Lois knew it was too late. Already, the child struggled for room inside of her. Lois could see the vague outlines of it press against her skin as it squirmed. Bigger than a newborn...most babies tripled their weight by the end of the first year...and Lois knew there was no way its head would make its way through her narrow pelvis.

As Blaze's power pushed the reporter's pregnancy past the point of normalcy, black sparks crackling up and down her torso, so did her body continue to respond. The reporter's breasts had lost all firmness, and now hung as two leaking sacks bigger than canalopes, blue veins prominent on the pale, sweaty skin, leaking milk copiously from nipples like animalistic teats, the dark areola almost entirely swallowed by the puffy, erect milk-nobs. Her hips cracked and ached as they widened, and the swell of her ass pushed up her lower body to make her swollen stomach seem to rise even higher.

Desperately, Lois Lane screamed. She called out for help, for rescue...she called out the name of every superhero she knew...for God and Jesus to save her...and as the reporter's voice strained into a ****, painful wheeze, Blaze's half-smile grew a little wider.

There was no one coming to rescue her.

The great mound of Lois Lane's body was inhuman. Her navel had been stretched until it was lost, a mere discoloration stretched out too far to ever return to what it once had been. The scarlet succubus admired the reporter's form as she lay there, arms bound and spread out, legs together...like a bloated ultrafeminine Christ. The blasphemy brought a sardonic chuckle to the demon's throat...and she reached out, one dark talon extending longer and sharper than the others.

"Now, Ella Lane," Blaze whispered aloud to the reincarnated figure within Lois Lane's womb. "I reclaim what is mine! And your daughter shall pay the price for your folly."

Lois Lane's violet eyes were fever-bright with pain...and she was not sure for a moment but that a pale woman stood at the end of the bed, with dark hair and dark eyes, an ankh amulet between her slim breasts. Like a goth. She smiled at Lois, sunny and cheerful. Than she reached out her own hand...and for a moment, a pain struck the reporter's heart as she was sure,a bsolutely certain, that her baby was about to die...

...but the pale finger touched the back of Blaze's outstretched hand.

"Time's up," she whispered...and for the first and last time, Lois saw Blaze's mask drop, and her face betrayed her true emotions. A kind of weary resignation.

"Rules," the pale figure said...and then Blaze just...vanished. Like a wind scattering dried leaves. Her body just fell apart, swept back into the shadows...and with them went the dark bonds on Lois Lane's arms and legs.

The pale woman turned to go.

Lois called out to her. "Wait...what...what about my baby?"

The dark eyes met Lois Lane's...and there was a sadness in them. A bottomless well of empathy, sympathy, and pity. The pale lips tried on a crooked smile.

"She's...not ready to come out yet," the woman said. "Sleep, now."

Then the pain was too much, and for a while Lois knew no more.

A hand clasped hers. Lois Lane woke like a cat, fully aware of herself without showing any outward sign...and she was immediately ware of the aches and pains of her body, that she was laid on her side, IVs in her arms, the beep of machines...and it was with no surprise, when she opened her eyes, to find herself in a hospital bed, her immense gravid gut stretched out before her beneath a blanket, Clark Kent holding her hand. He smiled as she looked at him.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," he said. "You had a worried there for a moment."

Lois couldn't resist a smile. It was such a corny line...pure Clark. She laid a hand on her stomach.

"Is the baby okay?" She asked.

"The doctors did an ultrasound. She's fine. Biggest baby they've ever seen, but healthy." He assured her.

The reporter took a deep breath, not sure where to start with her story...but she couldn't resist one more question.

"Are they going to...I mean, when is the Caesarian scheduled?" She asked.

Clark swallowed. He looked past Lois, onto the other side of the bed. Lois shifted her head. Standing over her was a buxom woman in a tophat and tales...but the legs were bare except for fishnet stalkings, and the white ties was tucked down inside an impressive cleavage. The sorceress Zatanna smiled down at Lois.

"Yours is a very magical pregnancy," Zatanna said. "Whoever made you this big...they kept you from giving birth by putting a curse on you to prevent it. They're gone now...the pregnancy is advancing normally...but they didn't remove the curse. You're not going to give birth naturally, and surgical intervention will probably kill whoever tries it."

It took Lois a moment to interpret this.

"I'm...stuck like this?" Lois said.

"Just until I can find the right counterspell," Zatanna assured her. "Although that can take...weeks. Or months."

Clark gave the immensely pregnant reporter's hand a squeeze.

"It's okay Lois," he assured her. "It's going to be okay. I'll be here to help you every step of the way."

Dimly, Lois Lane nodded. Shocked momentarily into silence. She had begun this night out with a trim, toned body,the work of years of hard exercise and eating right...and now here she was, bloated like a tick, pregnant beyond anything natural...and nly going to get bigger.

It was the end of her old life, her old story...and the beginning of a new story: Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's most pregnant reporter.