End: Blink Twice

I need to hold on, Lois told herself. Help is on the way. And there's only one way for me to get through this...

The reporter blinked twice, sealing the infernal bargain. Blaze's mouth split from her Mona Lisa smile into a wide Cheshire cat grin. She stepped forward, her fingertips just touching the reporter's bare abdomen. Lois tried to look down, but the strap around her neck made it difficult to see past her breasts.

"Human bodies are so fantastic," the demon said. "So...elastic. Given time, your womb can stretch to hold a baby. Eat big meals and your stomach can distend and stretch...over time. Not fast enough for you though, my dear. No, to swallow ten gallons of semen on top of everything else...we're going to have to give your beautiful body a helping hand."

A shock ran through Lois. Her body stiffened automatically, and she nearly gagged on the tube. Sweaty fingers nearly flicked the switch in her hand, to send the jizz somewhere else...but instead they froze in place in a weird, white-knuckled grip.

The ten-gallon bottle was upended. The jizz descended through the tube.

Black sparks began to fall upwards off of Blaze's arms. She seemed entirely engrossed in her activity, and Lois could do nothing as the warm, heavy load of sperm made its way down her throat, to her stomach. The earlier jizz was already pushing its way through her intestines, and Lois was sure she couldn't possibly take any more.

Yet as she felt that weird, familiar, too-full pressure as though she had overeaten...something changed, inside of her. The jizz continued to flow. The sense of fullness, didn't go away, but neither did it reach the point of pain, of needing to gag or vomit. Instead there was growing sense of pressure and heat...the bound reporter could feel the weight of the cum in her bloated gut, and it was growing. The cum was definitely going somewhere.

As she tried to look down again, Lois saw the demon's fingers, black sparks burning off of them...and something else. A pale expanse of flesh, slowly but visibly growing as the jizz ran through the tube in her mouth, down her throat.

It was the reporter's belly.

As the sparks continued to rise and the jizz continued to flow, Lois could see that Blaze was slowly losing any hint of human form. Red splotches like blood appeared on her skin, all fat and softness shrunk away as her bones and muscles grew more prominent. Dark horns flicked into existence, first as shadowy forms outlined against the demon's forehead, and then with increasing solidness, until they were there, and real.

A dark, forked tongue slid path plump lips as the reporter saw her own belly bulge forward, as far out as her breasts. Lois could feel the demon's claws pressing into the soft gut that had, until minutes ago, been her hard-won and hard-kept abs. With a shudder, the demon's clothes fell away, and Lois was aware of the hard red prick dangling between Blaze's legs, pointed right at the reporter's expanding belly.

"So soft," the demon said. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and then they were pure white, with no pupil or iris...but Lois could still feel them avidly focused on her growing gut. "More."

Lois Lane's eyes flickered to the bottle...and was shocked to see only half of the ten gallons bottle was gone. Five more gallons of baby batter were destined for her distended abdomen...and with a sinking sensation, Lois realized that Blaze's foul magic was going to make sure that she swallowed every drop, like a terrible flesh balloon.

Her abdomen wobbled, gravity and fluid dynamics taking hold as the space within continued to expand. Lois thought that she looked pregnant rather than fat...her hips were still trim, her breasts hadn't changed at all, arms and legs still thin and toned...it was only that bloated belly that showed anything wrong with her, and now for the first time she felt it touch the top of her thighs, and Lois moaned through the tube in her mouth.

Distress ran through Lois as her soft stomach continued to distend. She could feel the thick, heavy jizz sloshing through her innards now, and taste the ammonia-reek of cum in the back of her throat. Certainly she had to be reaching some kind of physical limit...the demon's finger-tips were buried in the softly expanding gut, and drops of perspiration dotted Blaze's head, her breath coming in ragged pants.

With a suddenness that surprised the reporter her stomach surged forward—until it touched the tip of the demon's leaking prick. Blaze shuddered and moaned, the black sparks exhausted as her hands grasped that fluid-filled belly and rubbed her drooling dick across the overflowing abdomen, sinking the tip into the reporter's belly button...and with a surprise Lois heard a gurgle and belch from her right. She turned to look, and saw that the line of tubing was clear...she had swallowed it all. More cum than most women would see in their entire lifetimes was resting inside her jizz-filled stomach.

Still breathing raggedly, the demon turned those pure white eyes to Lois.

"Just a little more," she said. One red hand pulled the tube out of the reporters throat. Lois coughed, tasting the rancid mix of cum and stomach acid that trailed off the end of it...but then she shut her mouth for Blaze was trying to climb the chair, that hard red prick wavering, the heavy testicles hanging beneath tight and taut as they prepared to blow their load in the cumdump before them.

The next few minutes were a confusion for Lois. The crimson cock consumed her vision. She could smell that demonic dick, even about the reek of cum. Her bloated belly gurgled, and the reporter strained against her bonds. There was a heavy bang, shouts of alarm...the devil's urethra pressed against the reporter's lips in an obscene kiss, the precum rubbed against her clenched teeth...and Lois Lane shut her eyes, not wanting to see it as Blaze **** her cock down her throat.

The cock pulled away. The minute didn't come. Lois heard the sounds of struggle, a growl of some animal, the clap of thunder and the smell of brimstone...and then someone was tugging at her bonds.

"It's okay, Lois," a familiar voice said. "It's over."

Lois Lane opened her eyes. It was Superman...and Raven that pale, gothy witch that ran with the Teen Titans...a female hispanic Green Lantern, who had bound Blaze's helpers up in glowing green chains...and the magician Zatanna, in her tophat and tails and fishnets. Of Blaze there was no sign.

"I guess I missed the action?" Lois said, then burped. She grimaced. Her throat hurt, and her stomach...her gut hung before her, and obscenely distended potbelly. When the straps had been undone, Lois reached down and pulled the tube from her pussy, then struggled to stand. Superman reached out to lend his arm, but Lois waved him off. Teeth clenched, she staggered to her feet...and then bent backward, feeling the new weight on her back. She had to lean backwards, pushing out her belly as the new center of gravity hit her.

How much does ten gallons of cum weigh? The reporter thought, feeling her legs tremble and back ache. Has to be at least eighty pounds!

"Boston Brand told us where to find you. Blaze has been banished. Her evil plots foiled. We've rescued the other women," Raven said.

"That's good," Lois managed. She turned to Zatanna. "Zee...I don't suppose I could get you to magic away this belly?"

The with turned to Lois and frowned. She tipped her tophat to the side, rolled up her sleeves, and in a theatrical voice intoned:

"!Lamorm ot treveR"

Lois held her breath, waiting for the belly to magically vanish.

Waited.

And waited.

Zatanna furrowed her brow.

"!hcamots talF"

All eyes went to the bloated gut, which hung down over Lois Lane's thighs, hiding her pussy. Lois ran a hand over the smooth, soft orb. There were no stretch marks, and it wasn't fat, exactly...

Raven broke the silence. "Did you...ask her to change you?"

Lois remembered the blinks. "Maybe? Kind of?"

Zatanna and Raven shared a look, then turned back to Lois with a grimace.

"Mortal magic can't undo demonic contracts. Without Blaze here, her magic is fled...but the changes to your body will remain. I'm afraid you're stuck like that, at least for a little while."

Lois Lane's shoulder's slumped. Her knees shook. Superman was at her side in an instant, holding her up as the strength went out of her legs. The Man of Steel took off his cape and wrapped it around the reporter's naked form.

"A little while?" She said.

"We can deal with the excess skin using cosmetic surgery and healing magic," Raven said. "But only after everything inside of you has...come out."

The reporter caught her meaning, and grimaced as her bloated gut gurgled ominously. Her night out was about to have an ignominious end...and the reporter wondered if her body would ever be the same.