Magically Induced Rapid Pregnancy

"If you want to free those women from addiction tonight, then lay down on the bed," Blaze ordered.

"Why?" Lois asked, suddenly wary.

"Because it'll be easier on you," the demon winked. "You might even enjoy it."

Not without reservations, the reporter lowered herself on her back, head on a pillow. She didn't have much choice; the guilt ate at her. The reporter wanted to get those women free of their addiction as soon as possible. She had come this far...and she was willing to do whatever it took.

The scarlet succubus leaned over Lois. Her cock was flaccid now, and without the veil of lust the reporter picked out more details of her features...there were more shades of red and pink on Blaze than Lois had first thought. Gentle shades beneath her breasts, radiating out from those soft pink nipples, and her fingertips were darker around the nails as if scorched, the palms lighter.

The demon placed her hands on the reporter's stomach, one on either side of the reporter's navel. She stared straight down, as though memorizing every nook and cranny of the reporter's belly button.

"It takes time for a pregnancy to develop. You need food...starches, vitamins, minerals... All of that is mass...and mass is energy...and mass warps space-time. With enough energy, in the right way...we can just move you...a little further along..."

The air grew greasy. Lois could see the dark hair on the demon's head start to rise. Black sparks bust over her horns, just a few at first, and then more and more, until dark arcs connected the parallel horns, and ran up them like an infernal Jacob's ladder. Lois Lane's heart began to speed up...

...and up and up, until it fluttered like a hummingbird's wings in her chest.

The reporter's form began to blur, her consciousness trapped for a moment between the here and now as her body experienced forty weeks in forty seconds, brain unable to process the sensation. Blaze watched as the reporter's stomach visibly domed, and pressed against her hands. Weeks of fetal development were being compacted into seconds, cells doubling and doubling again as they raced through their growth cycles. The reporter's body cried out for nutrients and they were supplied by the magical energy gathered around her, weight piling onto the reporter's slim form.

The hard lines of muscle melt away as the reporter gently plumped up, breasts swelled in time with the belly, nipples darkened and spread, blue veins rose to the surface. The pale complexion cleared, and a dark line ran up from the reporter's mound up the steadily rising belly. Dark hair grew at crotch and head and leg, nine month's worth of personal grooming gone unattended...

"More," Blaze said, a dark electric aura crackled from her hands as she poured hr pour around and into Lois Lane.

Trapped in that pocket of fast time, Lois was stuck watching the black miracle that took place before her, moved beyond words. Her nipples stood out from her breasts in a way they never had before, a dark brown now and the base of them touched the top of her swollen stomach, which seemed to Lois to be full term yet it continued to grow, to **** Blaze's hands up.

A trickle of fluid leaked rom the reporter's tits, a dim ache and sense of fulness now impinged on her consciousness. Lois could watched in awe at the wobbly masses bigger than cantaloupes that now slid to either side on her chest...massive heavy milksacks that wobbled and shook. The red hands continued to press down on the stomach that now seemed to rise a foot above what had been the flat plane of the reporter's stomach. With a shock, Lois felt her belly button pop, to sit atop the heavy dome like a massive nipple.