End: Foal Imminent

Lois Lane grunted as Circe's hands pressed against the reporter's flat stomach. Horse-cock was married with horse-cunt, the equine prick buried deep in the reporter's newly engorged and transformed pussy. Disturbingly, Lois could feel something warm and wet dripping down from the base of her pussy, something hot and runny and too thick to be pussy juice...

That wasn't all she was feeling. Circe's gaze was intense as she focused on a point behind the reporter's belly button. The hands on Lois Lane's stomach were heating up, and Lois could almost feel...something passing through them. Her stomach rumbled, and Lois was suddenly aware of an odd sensation, like butterflies, but the rest of her body didn't feel nervous just...odd. Like an oncoming period. In fact, as she looked, the reporter could see that her normally flat stomach was looking a little puffy and bloated, the sorceress' slim hands actually pressing into the flesh.

"Did you know," Circe said. "That a normal pregnancy for a mare runs 330 days? Imagine being pregnant for eleven months."

The reporter swallowed. She had seen women that were ready to drop. Most of them looked big...not huge, with triplets or quadruplets or anything, but nine months of gradual constant weight gain had changed their bodies. Her imagination failed to imagine what another two months would add on top of that. If a normal baby was 7-8 pounds...how big would it be?

"A normal foal," Circe said, moving her hands now to the sides of the reporter's stomach. "Are ten percent of the mother's body weight. How much do you weigh, Lois?"

"One-fifteen," Lois said, automatically, although she thought it was probably closer to 120 pounds. Twelve pounds was a big baby...

Not that I have anything to worry about, Lois thought, shaking her mind to expel the image.

She was about to ask Circe if she was actually going to use that horse cock, or just keep plugging up the reporter's cunt, when Lois noticed something that shocked her to her core.

Her stomach was growing.

At first, she had thought it was just a bit of bloating, but now the reporter could definitely see the belly doming, slowly but steadily, and that strange supernatural heat and sense of something flowing through the sorceress's palms returned to Lois, stronger than before. Lois pushed her upper body up from where it lay in the sands...

It wasn't like some 80s horror movie bladder effect. It wasn't inflation. Things were happening inside of Lois. Pressure was building up, skin stretching, a warm, heavy weight growing, pressing painfully on her kidneys. Over the course of perhaps ten minutes, Lois felt she looked a couple of months pregnant...not so pregnant that it couldn't be hidden with bulky clothing, but naked and with her thin frame, the tight little dome of the belly stood out clearly from her frame.

Circe licked her lips.

"Of course...a horse is bigger than a human being. A 700 pound pony would have a 70 pound foal..."

Fear ran down the reporter's spine.

The sorceress couldn't...Circe wouldn't...

The warm trickle of horse cum ran over Lois Lane's asshole. Green flames burned in the sorceress's eyes...and overhead, the sun winked out, so that they were alone on a lightless beach. There in the dark, Lois could see the lines of green flame flowing just beneath the skin of Circe's hands, flowing into the reporter's stomach, feeding whatever was growing in her belly.

The reporter thought that she should fight, escape, get help...call for help...but her voice was choked in her throat, and she knew why.

Curiosity. It was her most defining feature, what set her apart. Insatiable curiosity, overriding her rationality and everything else. In the dark, the growing bulk of her bulging belly limned by the green flames of the magic feeding it, Lois realized that...she wanted to see. How far Circe would go. How far Lois herself could go.

Minute by minute, the dome stretched. Circe's hands moved, and Lois groaned beneath the weight. When the hands moved, it left trails of green fire on the reporter's vision, but she could see then how taut the skin was, the stretch marks developing, the dark line that was crawling up from her crotch to her belly button.

Forty minutes after Circe began, the stomach was a towering dome, the navel popped out silently, and Lois felt pinned in place by the bulk of her belly...as though she had swallowed a basketball. Lois was in a cold sweat, her body suddenly feverish, the air still. If every minute was a week, then she was at full-term for a human pregnancy...but a horse pregnancy lasted something closer to 47 weeks...

Those last seven minutes were the longest of Lois Lane's life. Her stomach continued to grow...distending grossly, hanging forward, the sorceress having to shift and draw more and more of her cock out of the reporter's equine snatch to make room for the swelling form within. It had begun to move...each kick made the tight skin thrum, and Lois nearly peed herself as the weight of her massive womb pressed down on her bladder. More and more it grew...and as Lois shifted her arm she realized that other parts of her had been growing too. Her breasts were still small compared to her stomach, but Lois could feel the pressure in them now, the swelling. She couldn't see the darkened nipples, but knew she had added a cup size or two, and that they were full to bursting with milk, the nipples thicker and erect, waiting for an eager mouth to suckle on them.

The cock popped out of Lois Lane's cunt, and was followed with a hot flood of fluid. Lois realized, as the first painful cramp her body, that it wasn't just old cum flowing out of her. Green fire grew brighter in Circe's hands as she held the massive belly between them...and Lois wondered how much of that magic was dulling the pain or lending strength to tired, overstretched muscles...

Then the reporter was blinking in the light, no longer sitting on the sands.

She was sitting on a bare cement floor, naked, alone...with an enormous stomach resting on her thighs. Now Lois Lane knew what an eleven-month pregnant woman looked like. Her stomach was grossly distorted, as though she had swallowed an entire watermelon.

A cramp went through her stomach.

"Oh god," the reporter said, her hands touching the sides of her gravid stomach. "I need a veterinarian."

Somewhere far off, Lois Lane heard a woman laugh...and as she staggered to her feet, both hands beneath her massive stomach to help haul herself along, her night out definitely coming to an end as she desperately counted the minutes between contractions, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt the edges of the brand that declared her pussy Circe's personal property...and the heavy, swollen, animalistic lips of her horse-like cunt below.