A Nursery

Lois went down the stairs behind the bar. There were kegs and bottles of beer on the left, and racks of wine on the right, a small corridor barely lit by a 10-watt bulb in between. After ten feet the booze gave way to bare concrete...and that was where it got strange.

Someone had painted the walls a powdery sky blue. Clouds appeared on the ceiling, white and diaphanous. A green field along the bottom, swelling gently. There was a light up ahead, coming from a doorway, and the sound of gentle snoring.

With the devil at her heels, Lois Lane pushed aside a baby gate and stepped into a nursery.

There were piles of stuffed animals, and the blue sky/green fields motif extended to cover the whole room. Lois Lane saw a shelf full of brightly-colored children's books, a simple flatscreen soundlessly cycling through some popular cartoon, a plastic toilet and a supply of diapers, a glass-fronted wine fridge repurposed to hold bottles of apple juice. And in the middle of it all, sleeping gently on their individual blankets, four little girls, maybe twelve months.

Lois looked a question at Blaze. The demon's voice slipped inside her mind, probably the better not to wake the charges.

When I came to this plane, I was looking for women who...wanted children. Were willing to have them. With me. Strong, smart, willful women, someone I could be compatible with. So I cast a spell to draw them here and fulfill their wish.

The bartender waved at the sleeping forms. Unfortunately, there was a flaw. Instead of women that wanted babies, I got women that wanted to BE babies. So those young women came here and...regressed.

Anyone else might have denied this explanation, but Lois Lane had been around superfolk long enough to take this kind of personal transformation in stride.

Can you fix them? Lois "thought" back at her paramour.

Blaze frowned.

Not if they're unwilling. They're still under the effects of the spell, perpetually stuck as babies. The only way to end it is for the terms of the spell to be completed.

Lois blinked. And those are...?

The demon blushed. The spell was designed for women who wanted babies, and it would end when they gave birth. But these women want to BE babies, so it won't end until someone gives birth to them.

The reporter rubbed her temples. And after they're born?

Blaze shrugged. They would be regular newborns. I could rapidly age them, or they would age naturally.

Lois found a hand hovering over her own stomach. She could still feel the cervical cap, holding Blaze's sperm in place. Imagined that she herself might be pregnant soon, if she wasn't already.

I'm as much a victim of her spells as these girls. The reporter thought to herself, hoping Blaze couldn't "hear" that. The woman took a deep breath and "thought" at Blaze:

Okay, so here's the plan...