Blaze Is To The Changes

A pink haze seemed to creep into Blaze's brain. Slowly, the pink coloration crept down her dark horns. The demon's tongue slid over lips that were slightly swollen and tingly. The fabric that held her breasts in place continued to distend as the once small, palmable mounds continued to grow, and all over the scarlet body the once gauntly-thin succubus began to fill out. Raw magic flashed along the edges of the mystic mirror, that cast pink shadows on the demon's face...

"So pretty," Blaze murmured as she stared in fascination at Lois Lane's huge tits. "I wish I had boobies like that."

...and on the other side of the mirror, the half-exhausted sorceress scowled. Lois Lane's breasts hung on her chests like the swollen stomachs of women full-term with triplets, yet with the amount of power that Circe had poured into the spell, she knew the reporter should be bent double and unable to stand erect. There was something wrong...and her scowl deepened as she saw that the reporter's breasts actually began to shrink a little, as if the magic spilled out of them!

"Your will must be stronger than I thought, Lois," Circe said, and she shifted her grip, so that her fingers rested on the sides of the reporter's head, two fingers against each of the reporter's temples. "Maybe a lobotomy will dampen that rebellious spirit!"

A sharp crack, as of a peel of thunder, shook Lois Lane's world. For a moment, Lois felt an emerald spike hammer between Circe's fingers, and the reporter's jaw went slack. No thoughts at all flowed through the reporter's brain. She was barely aware at all. Head empty. A being of pure emotion and physical sensation. Aware of the aching strain of the skin over her bloated tits. The pain in her back. How her overgrown hair tickled her bigger, rounder ass. The burning need of her neglected cunny.

Then the moment wavered and was lost. Lois Lane blinked, and her eyes clear a little. Her brow furrowed as conscious thought returned to her.

Circe growled in frustration as she saw consciousness return to Lois, after a spell that should have blasted her consciousness and left her little more than a mental vegetable.

"Where in Hades is all the magic going?" the sorceress asked to herself.

On her throne in her lair, Blaze's body had gone limp. Her eyes, which were now pure pink and glowed from within, were focused on the mystic mirror. The succubus' jaw hung limp, the beestung lips open, and a line of drool dribbled out of it. The swollen breasts, like a pair of crimson melons, hung down almost to her navel, and the orange strips strained to hold them. The dark horns were now pure pink, smooth and polished as Barbie's fingernails, and the red skin around them began to lighten from a blood red to a bubblegum pink.