Magically Induced Lactation

"Normally, magical changes are...temporary. Especially if the person doesn't really want them. Proper curses are damn difficult," Blaze brought her hands forward to just hover above Lois Lane's modest bust. "However, if a subject were willing and agreed to the changes, they can be done much easier...and more permanently."

The reporter swallowed as the implications sank in. It wasn't about just fixing what happened to these women tonight. She'd have to live with the consequences.

"But you can do it? Make me lactate using magic?"

The demon nodded. Lois took a deep breath, her hard nipples almost brushing the crimson palms.

"Then do it."

A halo of black lightning began to surround the demon's hands. Little arcs of dark electricity flared between her fingers, running up them like miniature Jacob's ladders in a strangely rhythmic pattern...but Lois didn't see any of them strike her skin. Not yet.

"Subtle...subtle is the way to do it..." the demon murmured. "Your body is made to do this, it knows how...it just needs the right biochemical nudge...hormones to unlock the hidden functions. Milk glands activating, fat storage shifting priorities, primeval building routines to change the milk ducts, the shape of the nipples and areolae...once the process is begun, it cannot easily be stopped..."

Lois yelped as the dark lightning did finally make contact with her nipples. She felt frozen in place, a tingling paralysis holding her muscles rigid as it moved down the path of least resistance from the points of her tits down through her legs to the carpet.

"Your body is primed Lois...it thinks the babies are coming. Now we just have to speed things up..."

The tingle in Lois Lane's nipples rose to a burning, right on the edge of pain. It seemed to extend deep inside her breasts, branching out, but all still below the surface. Her body began to feel hot...feverish...breath coming fast, eyes hot, sweat starting across her brow, trickling down her ribs...and she was, oddly, very hungry and thirsty all of a second. But she couldn't see any change. There was a lingering soreness, but they didn't look bigger or feel heavier.

No wait, the reporter stared down at herself. There's something wrong with my nipples...

Aside from being erect, the areola looked...puffy. Swollen. Maybe a shade darker. And there were little bumps ringing the nipple now, growing almost before Lois Lane's eyes, like little pimples...

"Those are your milk ducts sweetmeat," Blaze answered the unasked question. "They come in naturally, when you're ready to lactate. Normally they take a few days or weeks to get to this point, but I've accelerated the process. Your body is making milk. Soon these tits will swell..."

The electric lightshow ended. The burning faded a little more slowly...and Lois realized she could move again.

"Drink some water...or milk if you have it. Your body needs nutrients." Blaze stood up and walked around the dazed reporter to fetch her coat. "You should be ready by the time we get there."

"W-where are we going?" Lois found her voice.

"To the women, of course. You wanted to fix this tonight, didn't you?" The demon flashed Lois a smile that would have made Eve's fig leaf drop. "I must admit, I'm eager to see what you look like when full."