End: Lois Receives Many Blessings

The stage was set. Lois Lane shed her robe, and knelt naked before the squat form of the idol. The green light on the camera was on to show it was recording.

"This is Lois Lane...and I've had quite an interesting night out..." She spoke as she stared into the camera, conscious of her nudity, but focused on getting her story out. Little details came to mind, and Lois shook as she looked back at the events of the night, and how she seemed almost to be guided to this point.

"I don't....I don't know what will happen," she said as she raised the first jug of blood. "But I'm going to find out."

She tipped the jug with both hands. The thin, dark red line flowed out of the lip and splashed against that stub of a head. Oozed down the channels carved in those pendulous breasts, that massively oversized, gravid belly. Droplets splashed on Lois Lane's skin...but a part of her hoped...no...prayed...

There was a flutter in her abdomen. Lois held her breath. The blood oozed down the gore-stained idol...but it did not pool about its base. The reporter nearly shook in excitement as she saw that the statue was actually drinking the blood being offered.

In exchange for which, blessings were given.

Pain lanced through the reporter's belly, just on either side of and beneath her navel, like two highly localized cramps. Lois struggled to keep her hands steady as she kept the jug tilted, the blood flowing. Her swollen stomach felt tighter...and as Lois spared a glance downward, her heart hammered faster in her chest. It was swelling. Being pushed out from within. She could almost imagine the fetus—or fetuses—growing inside of her...

The last dribbles of the jug ran out, and Lois quickly grabbed the next. She could see the liquid blood being drained into the grooves, and the terrible sensation of that squat head looking at her, hungrily. Swifly, Lois resumed pouring her libation to the blood goddess...and her stomach continued to swell.

It was taught, not flabby. Lois could feel the skin stretch, but it was like a water balloon slowly inflating, heavy and pushing against her organs. Kneeling before the idol, Lois could see it dome out in front of her, the pressure building on her lower back, her thighs slowly disappearing from view...nor was that the only change. With a tingle, Lois became aware of a pressure in her breasts. She looked down at nipples that were stiff and puffy, darker than she remembered, and watched blue veins shift to the surface and become more prominent...but the tits grew too. Her half-tear-drop breasts, small enough to fit in a grow man's palm, began to spread, the shift in weight evident in her shoulders and back. Their growth seemed to outpace her stomach, which had already shifted out and downward, so that she could feel her lower belly on her thighs.

The blood ran out. Breathing heavily, Lois ripped open the steaks and slapped them onto that stony surface...mumbled, nonsensical prayers filled her mouth...

"Goddess, please...more...bigger...give me your gifts...make me your vessel...so big and round...blood for the blood goddess..."

It was a mania, and Lois was lost in the madness as the steaks slowly shrank, sucked dry like her tampon had been, and her body continued to change...she looked as if she was nearly full-term now, her swollen teats at least twice as big. The camera captured everything...even the last sacrifice.

Lois Lane's hand had reached out for the final steak...only for her hand to clamp onto something furry and squeaking. A rat, attracted by the scent of blood, had nibbled on the steak. It squirmed in the reporter's grasp, and the reporter was so lost in the grip of her blood madness she did something she would never have done.

Taking the rat in both hands, head in one and body in the other, she twisted suddenly. There was a high-pitched screech...then silence. Reverently, expectantly, the gravid acolyte laid her offering on that swollen stomach.

In exchange, she felt a lurch in her stomach. As the furry form collapsed, life and essence drank by the vampiric statue, the little one inside Lois Lane began to kick...and Lois understood now what the goddess truly craved.

A life for a life. The reporter staggered to her feet, unused to her new balance. She looked for all the world like a woman in her ninth month of pregnancy...but Lois Lane knew that there was so much more room to grow.

There was a pet's store that opened early...the reporter staggered to her closet, hoping her stretchy pants would make her decent enough to go out on the streets. A dozen rats, to begin with...that seemed like a nice round number. In her belly, a little kick. Lois rubbed her distended abdomen.

"Don't worry, little one," she whispered. "You won't be alone much longer..."

As dawn rose over Metropolis, Lois Lane was lost in her madness...headed out into the streets to find more lives to sacrifice to her goddess. Small lives, at first. That was how it always started. The demon Blaze watched from the shadows, and wondered how far Lois Lane's madness might take her. Cats, dogs...humans? That was always a big step...but big steps required big rewards. She smiled as she stepped forward and turned off the camera Lois Lane had left running, to save the battery.

"Ah, Lois, Lois...you went for a night out...but you found a deeper and darker mystery than you were ready for," Blaze said. She chuckled to herself. "How far will you fall?"

It was not a question that would be answered...not in this story.