End: Quick Fix

Zatanna faced Lois toward the mirror and lifted away the blindfold.

The reporter looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. Her bosom heaved, like a whale coming up for air. Power Girl actually blushed, and for a moment looked ready to faint.

"I do want thethe titth," Lois said, spraying a little with her lips. "But you thaid thith could take time?"

"A lot of women struggle with body issues all their lives," Zatanna said. "Like I said, I can help you...but think of this like...like cosmetic surgery to someone with body dysmorphia. It's a temporary fix. Your own desires are going to continue to shape your body."

"But we can work through it together!" Power Girl promised, her hands kneading the reporter's shoulders. "Think of it like therapy. We can just help you...accept yourself."

Lois closed her eyes. It was a lot to take in. She **** herself to look in the mirror. There were parts of her she could still recognize. The eyes, the hair...but how much of herself had she lost, trying to chase some impossible societal standard?

"Thatanna," she said quietly. "How long will the thpell latht?"

The witch chewed her lip. "Maybe a week? It depends on the strength of your desires. If you get a really strong desire, your body is going to start changing to reflect that. I can cast it again, but...it's never going to be a permanent solution."

The reporter nodded. "Underthtood. Now fixth me."

With a theatrical gesture, the sorceress carefully intoned:

".lamron ot nruteR"

There was no flash of light or eerie glow. Lois watched herself in the mirror...and saw, as well as felt, the flesh begin to recede. No more piercings, no more lisping tongue...her breast shrank, lifted, firmed up, now standing small and high on her chest once more. In mere moments, Lois Lane was back to normal.

Power Girl was standing right beside her, a slightly wistful look on her face. Her breasts were, as always, magnificent. Not head-sized monsters, just big, natural titties, the cleavage clear through the hole in her costume, round and soft and prominent, real natural breasts and...

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said as her breasts immediately began to reverse themselves. Just as quickly as the weight and mass had vanished inside of her, Lois felt it spilling back out. The skin stretched and bulged, growing and swelling until her mammaries they were exact duplicates of Power Girl's in size and shape—though Lois that the small pink nipples were just as her own had been. On her smaller frame, the tits looked huge. Lois lifted her hands up above her head. The breasts were wider than her chest. That was definitely going to make running harder...

Power Girl grinned. Zatanna coughed.

"So...yeah, some desires are stronger than others." The witch said. "The rest of your body should be okay for a week or so. Really isn't safe to do it more than once a week. But we can get started on those visualization exercises I was talking about. when Kara and I can get back from sorting out that cult and those missing women."

Lois sighed. Her hand wandered up to hold onto Power Girl's as it rest on her shoulder. They were very nice tits, after all. If she wore a binder...or maybe just a loose shirt...or just told people she'd gotten breast implants...

Maybe I can keep them.

"In the meantime," Zatanna said, handing Lois a button-up shirt, this should...um...cover you up. I can't do anything about support."

"Thanks. Kara," the reporter asked. "Can you take me bra-shopping? After all this?"

"It's a date," Power Girl said with a grin...and Lois Lane had no doubt that if Zatanna weren't in the room with them, there was no way she would keep the blonde superheroine away from her tits.

As they got up to go, Lois Lane realized she was okay with that too.

The book was gone by the time they arrived, the demon fled. What was left of the cult the superheroines turned over to the police; the women were found held captive in a storage room, **** out of their minds. Zatanna suggested they were being held for sacrifice, but no one who knew was talking. Lois had her story, taking notes, trying to ignore the stares at the way she filled out Zatanna's shirt, where a few of the buttons were hanging on for dear life. Lois could already feel the weight of them dragging on her shoulders, and was thinking about the exercises she'd have to do to keep mobile with these juggs...and she smiled as she thought about how, for the first time in her life, she had to worry about these kinds of problems.

The quick fix wouldn't last, and Lois knew that. There would be therapy, and more magic, and maybe at some point she'd reach some kind of understanding with her own body.

As long as that understanding includes big tits, the reporter thought.