End: Lois Lane's Warning Comes Too Late For Zatanna

"Zee, look ou—!"

The sorceress' eyes widened. Then the little green glowing motes were on her...and in her.

Later on, when Lois Lane had a chance to think of it, she wondered if the shape of the idol had been more than just coincidental for whatever power lived within it. The image of a pregnant woman, swollen with life and with great, massive breasts spreading over the almost-sphere of her belly, the exaggerated hips and the plump cunny tucked between them, were all part of the magic somehow. A way to give it shape and focus. She wondered if, once the idol was destroyed, that power had simply latched onto the nearest person or thing that had resembled that idol...like water finding its lowest level.

Zatanna had been closer. That might explain what happened next.

Emerald light filled the magician's eyes. Then everything about her just seemed to...swell. Lois saw the remnants of her clothes grow tight as the flesh within ballooned. Most of the growth was in her belly, which had already looked full-term, but now slowly grew forward and up, the veins visible within, the navel slowly stretched and flattened against the curve. Seems split and the magician wobbled as her heels collapsed, feet bursting out of her shoes.

Instinctively, Lois grabbed her and guided the magician toward the bed. The reporter's hands sank into soft, swollen fleshy arms that had been slim and firm a moment before. The shreds of pants and panties, shirt and coat, fell off of her...and Lois noticed that not all of the clothes were split. Some of the seams looked like they had simply unraveled.

Zatanna's breasts were the size of her head by the time Lois got the magician onto her bed. They had lost all of their shape, sagging out and over that belly, the areola simply darkened areas as big as the reporter's outstretched hand around nipples the size of the tip of her thumb. There were folds of flesh around Zatanna's hips and ass, her thighs ponderous and yet smooth. Even her face had filled out, her neck lost in a roll of fat that rose up to her chin, the cheeks smooth and pudgy...no wrinkles at all, the reporter noticed. The magician looked utterly timeless and eternal...and once seated on the bed she drew her legs up under her, rolling backward on a now-capacious ass to display the swollen slit of her pussy.

The reporter was not surprised when green lines began to burn across the pale, living skin, incising familiar whirls and spirals into the flesh. Lois placed her hands on the dark marks, hoping they might rub off...but they seemed to be permanent tattoos...and as Lois laid her hand on that stomach she felt an electric jolt run up her arm, and drew in a breath. Something wet dribbled down the reporter's thighs, and inside her own stomach, something shifted. There was a sense of pressure...and Lois didn't have to look down to feel her hips shift, the milk start to leak from her bloated tits, the belly bulge forward as something else grew inside her womb...

Lois stepped back...shocked at her now greater gravidity...and slowly the green light faded from Zatanna's eyes. The magician groaned and blinked, she shifted in place...Lois kept her distance as the now-rotund, impossibly pregnant living fertility idol took in her massive form. To the reporter's eyes, she guessed that Zatanna had to weigh four hundred pounds...and her stomach was huge. Big enough that she could have been pregnant with a five-year-old.

Zatanna blinked...and then closed her eyes and sighed. Lois saw the massive shoulders seem to sink a little.

"Zee?" The reporter said. "What...what do I do? Who do I call to fix this? There has to be somebody that..."

Zatanna opened her eyes. "Somebody set you up with a fertility magic booby trap," she muttered. "Some diabolic cunt set you up with a compulsion and some ancient bit of magic, and I was too stupid and arrogant to be careful and fell into it with you. And when I find them, I'm going to re-invent the human centipede as a single-person experience."

The mound of pregnant magician wobbled in inchoate fury...and then Zatanna sighed.

"Okay, just...get your phone and dial this number. And find me some kind of sheet to cover myself with."

"Yes, goddess," Lois mumbled as she waddled over to the phone, wondering how she was going to explain this...and though she could not hear the laughter of the demon Blaze, she felt a shiver down her spine, as though someone walked over her grave. As she dialed the number Zatanna gave her, the reporter thought back to all the choices she had made this night, and wondered what might have happened if she had done anything different...for something told her she was going to be dealing with the events of her night out for a long, long time to come.