End: Lois Cannot Eat Fast Enough For Circe

Lois Lane had covered a competitive eating competition once. Had visited a women's sumo wrestler amateur championship dinner. Yet it was one thing to watch people put away massive amounts of food and being able to do it herself. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter had been on a diet since she was a teenager. Constantly managing what she ate, how much, and when.

Which is why after half a rack of ribs, the reporter already had food sweats. Her stomach felt bloated and full, fingers and face covered in grease.

*Urrrruuup* The reporter burped, fighting the sudden terrible revolt of what she had just eaten. Lois groaned as she looked across at the mounds of food remaining. There was obviously too much.

"Eat!" Circe commanded, magical **** adding emphasis to the world. "Go on! You've barely started."

In response, Lois Lane's body lurched. Bile burned at the back of her throat, and Lois choked it back down only with difficulty. The reporter shook, body rebelling against the command.

In agitation, Circe grabbed a handful of rice and crammed it into the reporter's face.

"Eat! Swallow! You stupid, skinny cu...aaagh!"

The reporter's jaw had clamped down automatically, catching one of Circe's fingers in the process. Lois Lane hadn't even known what she was doing as her teeth had sheared through sorceress' flesh, at the second knuckle. Lois didn't even chew. She just swallowed, the mass of rice and bloody finger forcing their way down her gullet as Circe cursed and held her spurting stump.

"Sow!" Circe swore. "Stupid, vicious..."

Anger flared in Lois...and something else. Something that pushed back against the control the sorceress had over the reporter. A tiny bit of Circe's own magic, allied with the reporter's will, driven by indignation and indigestion. Forming instinctively in Lois Lane's mouth as two little words:

"PIG OUT."

Circe stiffened as if struck a blow...and perhaps it was because in her pain and shock she could muster no defense, or perhaps it because it was some of her own power that was turned back on her, but the reporter's spell struck into the core of her being, and the command seared itself into her soul.

Without hesitation, Circe turned to the remaining feast. With her wounded hand, she shoveled rice into her mouth. Bones with scraps of meat that Lois Lane had left behind were stripped bare, then cracked open with superhuman strength so that Circe could suck out the marrow. Lois Lane watched with appalled fascination, one hand rubbing her food baby as the sorceress ate with a single-minded all-consuming determination that went past hunger and approached obsession. Lois felt sick as she saw the food disappear, and the sorceress' abdomen begin to grotesquely extend, stomach stretching to accommodate the feast.

When Lois could watch no more, the naked reporter stood up and wobbled away, holding her own aching gut. The frankly pornographic Wonder Woman outfit served her as at least minimal clothing as she stepped out of Circe's pavilion with its sandy beach and eternal sunshine, and back into the cold, pale corridor of the brothel. The spare outfit displayed the reporter's own distended stomach unflatteringly, but it served to stave off any questions as she made her way back to the dressing room to retrieve her own clothes...and once dressed, a t-shirt tugged over her bloated belly, it was easy to slip out of the club by an employee's entrance, and get a cab home.

There were things going on at the club...but they were, the reporter knew, far outside the scope of her own ability to investigate. Exhausted and nearing a food coma, Lois texted the details to the Justice League, wondering what they would find down there...how much Circe could eat. Because that final image of the sorceress stuck in the reporter's mind, and would haunt her nightmares, long after her night out was over.

It might have been her imagination...but Lois had noticed a strange and terrible alteration to Circe's features. The tips of her ears longer and starting to fold. The nose growing and turning up. Fingers thicker, and squeezing together. Nipples pushing through in two lines down her distended abdomen. And right above Circe's buttocks, at the base of her spine...Lois Lane could swear she had seen a soft, pink, curly tail.