End: They Both Get Hit

Green light struck them both...and to Lois Lane, it seemed to fill them, skin suddenly too tight. She heard cloth rip, felt gravity suddenly drag on her more heavily. Witch and reporter hit the bed so hard that the mattress skewed off the boxframe, and they fell down heavily on hands and knees.

Which was when things really started happening.

Lois Lane groaned as her belly surged forward. There was no pain, which was the strangest thing. Just a sort of exhilarating energy that seemed to suffuse her entire being, but which focused now in her gravid gut. The skin stretched forward easily, the womb within swelling as eggs were magically fertilized and raced through their growth cycles. Her body responded to the increased pregnancy faster too—skin gleaming like ivory, breasts shimmering as they swelled and grew, growing fatter, losing all shape as the swollen, dark nipples reached toward the floor. The reporter's hips cracked as they widened, flaring out half again as wide as before, her buttocks and thighs spreading to fill the gap...

And then it happened.

Her belly button scraped the floor.

Lois Lane looked down, but couldn't see her pregnant stomach. Her massive tits, once pert handfuls, were in the way, two great hanging udders nearly as big as her head, sore and sensitive and ready to burst, milk drops beading around the dark nipples. She had to turn her head to the side and try to twist her body and just sort of stared in amazement at the bulk of her own stomach, that bulged out obscenely.

As a cub reporter, Lois had gone to a breeding farm and seen the cows fat with calf. They had that same barrel-like look to them, stomachs hanging heavily, sides stretching out in a way that human pregnant women just...didn't. Yet as Lois looked at her own massively pregnant stomach, so big that if it looked like she was pregnant with a baby as big as herself, she could definitely see it.

More, as the magical energy faded, she could feel it.

Whatever power that the idol had unleashed, Lois could feel that it must have been finished, because the aches and pains of her situation were coming back to her. Her stomach wasn't just pressing heavily into the floor, it was heavy. Her back ached immediately, as though she were carrying another whole person. Her breasts felt like they were going to tear from from her body, the milk ducts swollen and so full that Lois felt like her tits would explode at every moment. She could hardly move, her palms on the floor, dragging her gravid belly along the floor.

Panting, Lois Lane looked over at Zatanna.

The witch was nearly nude. Her panties had burst off, as had the fishnets. She still had the heels, and the partial remains of her tailcoat, but the swelling belly and breasts had utterly destroyed her shirt, tie, and bustier. The tophat remained on her head, strangely enough. Lois thought that it looked very dapper, even though otherwise Zatanna was dragging her belly on the ground just like Lois. Unlike the reporter, Zatanna's breasts were even bigger: her leaking nipples, each one the size of a thumb, were dragging across the carpet.

"So...you can fix this, right?" Lois said.

Zatanna sighed.

"I can repair the changes the pregnancies have wrought to our bodies..."

"Yay!"

"...after we give birth."

"Boo!"

The reporter knew she should feel more distraught about the whole situation, but something about it just seemed so...unreal. Even though the rugburn her navel was getting as she dragged herself forward toward her smartphone was definitely very, very real.

"Well, as long as we've removed a dangerous magical artifact from the world, it's okay, right?" Lois said.

Zatanna didn't say anything. She was leaning against the bed, her left hand rubbing the massive side of her swollen stomach.

"I hope so," the witch said. "That was...a lot of magic we were hit with. Like, a lot. Centuries of pent-up magical power."

Lois nabbed the smartphone and turned around. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, there might be...side-effects." Zatanna said. "Permanent ones."

"More permanent than the dozen or three babies a piece we're knocked up with?"

The witch sucked in air. "Lois...there were hundreds, maybe thousands, of souls locked in that idol. If we're very lucky, then we absorbed as many as we could, and the rest have...gone one to some other reward, or found homes in the waiting wombs of nearby women."

"And if we're not lucky?" Lois said, the happy feeling evaporating in the face of the witch's seriousness.

"We might be pregnant for a long, long time." Zatanna said.

As light dawned on Metropolis, the demon Blaze stared at the shrine with a little smile. A part of her had hoped that Lois Lane would find her little surprise.

"What now, mistress?" The first of her new disciples said. If Lois Lane had seen her face, she would have recognized one of the women that had gone missing.

"Now?" Blaze said. "Now that Lois Lane is...indisposed...for a while, we can move forward to the next phase of our plan!"

The demon allowed herself a malicious cackle. She felt that she deserved that.