Lois Will Birth Them

"All we need is a womb, right?" Lois said to Blaze. The dickgirl demon blinked and nodded.

"Well, I've got one," she patted her stomach. "If you can regress them this far, then you can make me...unbirth them, right? Then I birth them, and you can make them grow back to normal. Easy-peasy."

The demon stared at her. "Nothing about what you just said is easy-peasy. You're talking about an incredible strain on your body. That is incredibly dangerous."

Lois stepped into the room, dropped into a squat by the sleeping girls. If anything, they looked smaller than she had thought.

"But you can do it, right?" she said. The reporter's heart was thumping. She couldn't believe that she was really considering this. Yet at the same time, it seemed to make so much sense...eliminate four or five problems with one womb. Get it all done tonight. That was simple enough, right?

Except that's not it, is it Lane? Lois told herself. Because if Blaze was right about the spell, then you're under its effects as well. So giving birth to these girls should free you from it too.

The reporter hoped that Blaze didn't "hear" that little conversation with herself. Right now she was trying to think of other things.

"It has already begun," the demon whispered.

Lois was about to ask her what she was talking about...and then she felt a twinge inside of her, like a cramp. The reporter put a hand to her stomach and felt a weird, unfamiliar flutter deep inside.

Something slipped out of her pussy.

The reporter stared down as four pink tendrils wormed their way out of her vagina, slipping through the bedclothes. Lois watched in mute fascination the exposed midriff of the nearest sleeping girl as the tendril made contact with her belly button...and suddenly fused with it. The cord began to thicken then, visibly pulsing.

She felt suddenly bloated then, a pressure within, and the reporter could swear she felt the flesh of her abdomen pushing against her fingers. Lois groaned as the cramping increased. Suddenly off-balance she shifted backwards, belly arched out, one hand on the ground to better support herself.

Her cheeks flushed as she realized what a garish sight she must be presenting now, glad no one except Blaze could see her. The reporter looked down at the girls...and saw, with a dull surprise, that they were getting smaller, shrinking down, hair receding, heads still huge but bodies slipping into that fetal crouch...and as they shrank, Lois Lane grew.

The reporter's belly was wobbling now, solid, water building up, skin stretching. The babies were too small for their clothes now, shrunk down to the size of newborns. Lois bent forward, staring down at the slack cords that connected her womb to these four little lives.

"Lay down," Blaze said, stepping in finally. The air smelled like ozone around her, black sparks of magic crackling off her skin. "I'll help."

Lois Lane laid her back against the plush carpet of the nursery, legs spread and knees bent. The dickgirl scooped up the nearest of the children in her hands—a big baby, nine or ten pounds, and set those little toes at the entrance to the reporter's labia.

Her channel was still slick with the demon's spunk, felt loose from the sex they had only a quarter of an hour ago. Lois wasn't sure she could have managed what happened next otherwise. It was like her pussy unfolded, stretching itself, muscles pulsing gently as it drew the baby in, like a snake unhinging its jaw to swallow it's prey whole.

Or, as far as Lois could parse the sensation at the moment: It feels like I'm being fucked by a bowling ball.

The reporter gasped as the fetus-to-be entered her, shoulders rubbing against her cunt, stretching it wider than it had ever been stretched before. The mass of the child in her birth canal was something she had never experienced, pinning her to the ground...and then where the little toes should have met resistance deep within, she felt the cervix **** itself open wide.

It was not a pleasant experience. Lois felt sure that she was about to be ripped in half, had to resist the urge to try and push. Could understand now why women were given **** when they gave birth, as the fetus made its way into her waiting womb. And as soon as the crown of the first baby slipped out of sight, Blaze was there with the next one, feeding its feet into the now-gaping cunt.

Most people think of magic as instant, painless, wonderful. Maybe it is all those things, but not here and now. Lois Lane's hands tore at the carpet, feeling every moment as the children were fed, one by one, into her straining pussy, stretching her cunt out beyond anything she had ever known and experienced. It was like being fucked constantly, for hours on end, and Lois shuddered and cursed at the unexpected sexual stimulation as much as the pain.

Lois could feel them, every one, as they entered her womb. Her belly had swollen steadily, and the reporter guessed there was some conservation of mass at play, the shrunken toddlers fueling her growth. By the time the first had wriggled into her womb, the reporter's belly was doming like that of a woman at full term. She couldn't even see Blaze's hands as she fed the children into her, just the great swollen stomach, belly button already popped out, a dark line along the middle.

That was only the first. The weight was making it hard for Lois to breathe already when the second one slipped in. How much did pregnant women gain, over the course of forty weeks from conception to birth? Lois thought it had to be at least twenty-five pounds...but that was for a single baby. She was preparing to have quadruplets. A hundred pounds or more, maybe doubling her body weight...

...and it wasn't all going to her belly. Lois could see and feel her breasts swell, blue veins bulging beneath the surface, already erect nipples darkening to a golden brown, growing puffy and standing up. Her modest bosom at least double in size, the shape suddenly lost as the swelling teats began to sag, gravity and mass drawing them down, only to be pushed aside by her slowly ballooning belly.

The reporter's nails felt raw as they sliced through the carpet, tearing up the weave. Her belly wobbled above her now, all of the weight pressing down on her bladder, her spine, and she didn't think she could get up if she wanted to, not without major assistance. It towered at least two feet in front of her, a great globular swell, and Lois felt little movement from within, painful jolts against the taut skin.

"...and four," Blaze said. One hand pressed against the belly as though to steady it. "We should shift you onto your side for this next part. It'll be more comfortable."