End: Use The Ring To Fake A Pregnancy

Action followed thought. The limp sorceress' lower body became a translucent pink, and raised to the Star Sapphire's eye-level. The tentacles pulled Circe's overstretched cunt wide. Lois Lane could stare straight down the meat hole to where the cervix gaped open. Circe simply twitched, eyes rolled up in her head, pain and pleasure mingled into a single ongoing climax that annihilated conscious thought, her body on automatic pilot.

The reporter held up her ring. A part of her operated on automatic too. She forgot her original mission, the missing women she had come to find. Love and lust overwhelmed her reason. No longer did she think in terms of rationality, of what she could and could not do.

She felt so much love inside of her. It poured out from her heart. Through her ring.

Was made manifest.

A tiny violet speck shot forth from the ring like a comet. Through the cavernous cunt of Circe. Past the gates of her cervix. To attach itself onto the walls of her uterus. Then the reporter slowly withdrew the tentacles. Lowered Circe down to the ground. No more sand, no more sun; the endless beach had given way to a dim and grungy concrete, and the naked sorceress lay on bare concrete. Her abdomen was still transculent, and Lois could see the tiny spark she'd planted there.

Lois Lane turned all her love on that speck. Which doubled...and doubled...slowly at first, but growing bigger and bigger. Until it took on the familiar contours of an embryo. Until it filled her uterus.

The reporter reached down and rubbed her slit with her free hand as she pushed harder. The ring burned on her finger. Normally, a woman's body changed naturally with pregnancy...but Circe wasn't really pregnant. The energy construct in her womb pushed against its prison, and Circe's flesh stretched. Immediately, the witch's magic regenerated the tissue around the construct. Slowly, steadily, a bulge grew in Circe's abdomen, as the broken flesh repaired itself as fast as the "baby" grew.

The Star Sapphire bit her lower lip and moaned. She had to be careful. Not to grew too big, too fast. To visualize the development of the pseudo-fetus. Too big, too fast, and Circe would burst like a balloon...and that would be...terrible...

Steadily, the **** woman's abdomen distended. A great dome bulged up. No stretch marks—Circe's body healed without scarring. The Star Sapphire fell to her knees and caressed the stomach as it approached what she thought of as full-term. The belly button, distended by the inner growth, popped out to form a little bump of flesh atop the bloated belly. In her sleep, Circe stirred.

"I wish I could be there when you wake up," Lois whispered. "And when this thing comes out of you. Until then, though..."

The reporter plucked the ring off of her finger. There was a hiss of burning flesh as Lois touched it to that outie belly button, the ring burned and fused there. The translucence faded so that Lois could admire the taut flesh. Even though she wasn't pregnant, fluid filled in the space around the energy construct, to give a more natural appearance.

Lois Lane sighed and stood up. She found the Wonder Woman costume by the door. Up above were her clothes, her smartphone...without the Star Sapphire ring to overwhelm her reason, Lois realized she was in over her head. She needed to call in the Justice League. The reporter gave a smile as she admired the naked witch with the hugely distended abdomen. The "fetus" was still growing, albeit slowly. There was enough charge in the ring to keep going until dawn. Lois wondered how big Circe would get...

...but that is another story.