Not Without A Fight

For a moment, it was high noon in Lois Lane's apartment—or at least, that's what it felt like as Zatanna faced off against the gravid idol. There was that kind of electric tension in the air that made the hair stand up all over the reporter's body. The feeling of forces moving, gathering, just beyond perception, ready to be released.

The pregnant witch's eyes narrowed into hard slits. Her mouth moved in a short, fierce incantation.

".skaerb lodi ehT"

An audible crack thundered in the quiet stillness of the apartment, almost punctuating Zatanna's spell. Lois watched in amazement the stone surface splintered, a diagonal crack scarring the top third of the idol, ripping across its left breast and the top of that swollen belly...and from within a pulse of green light flashed out.

Instantly, Lois felt a too-full sensation in her belly. Looking down, she could see the smooth dome expand, swelling from within as though in a time-lapse growth spurt. The reporter's mouth went dry as she turned to Zatanna—and saw the same thing happening to the witch, her belly already approaching full-term, buttons on her shirt giving out one-by-one to expose more and more of taut flesh.

But the witch wasn't done. Her mouth moved again. Voice tense but steady.

".serutcarf lodi ehT"

A ripple like the echo of thunder rang through the air and the smell of dry dust. The cracks extended and rippled across the belly, so that the whole top of the idol caved in on itself, falling into the hollow interior, with only the squat legs and lower curve of the idol intact, the crude line of the vulva...and yet green lambent forms crawled over the broken remnants, and another pulse of emerald light swept towards them.

Lois groaned, sinking to her knees as her center of gravity suddenly shifted. Her stomach lurched forward, downwards. She gasped as vivid red striations appeared on her belly, the skin stretched out. Her breasts too felt over-full, nipples darkening almost to a greyish-brown, swollen and hanging down. A wave of nausea swept the reporter as she put a hand against her belly.

Too far...it's extending out too far. Was all she could think as she stared at her distended abdomen. Too far for one.

Slumped on her knees, the lower edge of Lois' stomach rested in her lap, the curve just brushing the carpet. Her nipples were standing out proudly, yellow-white beads forming on the tips, blue veins pushed out against the skin from within. Her tits were so full they hurt, and it was all Lois could do not to reach up and grab her own udders to relieve the pressure. Instead, she looked at Zatanna.

The witch was still standing, though her legs were shaking. Her white dress shirt had burst open, and her bra clasp had given up so that Zatanna's entire chest and abdomen were exposed, belly and breasts hanging out in the open—and that wasn't all. The fishnet dug deep into thighs that had swollen into meaty flanks, her hips had widened and the curvy ass had packed on meat, causing her pants to split, so that Lois was sure that she could catch a hint of pubic hair beneath that towering pregnant stomach and tits.

It looked like a medicine ball hanging from the thin frame, belly button popped out and standing proud like an obscene third nipple. Zatanna's breasts had swollen into massive, saggy udders, almost shapeless without a bra, that hung on either side of her belly, the massive areolas dark and dripping, red streaks showing where the skin had stretched too far, too fast. The heroine's back arched with the strain of keeping her upright.

In other circumstances it would be comical, or perhaps dramatic—Zatanna was almost a physical model for the idol now, the taut dome of her stomach a potent symbol of fertility, breasts ready to feed masses, cunt exposed to breed more...but the witch stood firm, though there were bags under her eyes, sweat pouring from her brow, and her voice was strained and tired as she uttered one more spell.

.deyortsed si lodi ehT

No thunder this time. A sort of green fox fire hung over the remnants of the idol, as the stone swiftly crumbled, bits and pieces breaking apart like old clay—and even the crumbs continued to fall apart, until there was nothing there except a pile of dark grey dust, and even that seemed to diminish, moment by moment, as though an ice cube were slowly melting in the heat of the sun.

The green fire gathered itself up into a miniature ball of light and silent flame, and for a moment Lois thought she saw it take on the outline of the idol, in all of its terrible gravid glory...and then it shot across the room, straight at Zatanna, who wobbled on unsteady legs, barely able to stand.

Instinct brought Lois to her feet. Before she was even conscious of it, and despite the ungainliness of her own too-pregnant belly, she lurched forward, crashing into the witch, trying to knock her out of the way...and all the reporter could see was a flash of green light...