Rapid Pregnancy

Zatanna returned to the bedroom. Lois was sitting naked on the bed, staring at the television. A woman with bottle-blonde hair and bleached teeth was selling a candle that smelled like her vagina. The witch walked over, took the remote from out of the reporter's unresisting hands, and clicked the television off.

"Lay down," Zatanna ordered.

The big violet eyes looked up at the witch, wide and naive and trusting. Zatanna could tell there wasn't a lot going on behind those eyes.

"Okie-dokie," Lois told her, resuming the position once more.

The witch took a moment to calm herself, to work through the steps of the spells she had to cast. Closed her eyes and took a breath. The little flutter in her stomach was just nerves, and she knew that. She had only been pregnant with twins for five minutes. Nothing in her body was changing, not visibly, not at the level she could perceive with her mundane senses. Zatanna counted to ten, then opened her eyes.

She focused on Lois Lane's navel, and knew that deep down beneath that, through layers of skin and muscle and tissue, were her ovaries, her uterus, her birth canal. For a moment, Zatanna considered getting a towel...but she was in the zone now, and such thoughts were distractions. Focus was needed. Absolute focus.

The world seemed to die away, until it was just the two of them. Zatanna's lips moved, working out the incantation without making a sound—and then she spoke.

".enaL sioL ot ycnangerp ym refsnarT"

From the witch's abdomen, twin motes of light emerged. They swirled around each other, miniature suns caught in each other's gravity. The golden motes of light whirled in endless rotation as they spun through the air...landed in the reporter's abdomen and sank into the tissues.

A slight, nagging headache settled into Zatanna's temples, but her training as a magician was such that she could ignore this. It was time for the second and more complicated part of the spell.

".mret lluf ot secnavda ycnangrep s'enaL sioL"

Power crackled invisibly in the room. Zatanna could feel time and space bending, the whispers of the things from Outside this plane attracted as great forces were concentrated on the naked form before her...and completely unaware of these things, Lois Lane blinked, intelligence returning to her eyes. Her brow furrowed.

"I feel...strange. What did you just...oh!"

The reporter's form began to blur, her consciousness trapped for a moment between the here and now as he body experienced forty weeks in forty seconds, brain unable to process the sensation. Zatanna watched as the reporter's stomach visibly domed. 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 on to the reporter's slim form.

Zatanna shuddered as she saw the hard lines of muscle melt away as the reporter gently plumped up, breasts swelling in time with the belly, nipples darkening, blue veins rising to the surface. The pale complexion cleared, and a dark line ruse 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...

But something was wrong. Zatanna could feel it, the pressure in her temples steadily growing.

Lois is big, she saw as the stomach wobbled a foot above where it had half a minute before, looking for all the world as though the naked woman had swallowed a basketball. Too big. Why is she so big? One baby shouldn't...

Realization struck Zatanna, too late. There was a sense of psychic release as the spell finished, Lois gasping as she suddenly saw, for the first time, the massive swell of her pregnant-with-twins belly, the fat tits that sat heavy on her chest. The reporter looked due at any moment, waters ready to break.

The witch put a hand to her head, pain increasing steadily. Two motes of light. They both transferred to Lois...I'm not pregnant...that means...that means...the curse is hitting me.

Zatanna shook her head. Panic filled her, nameless and animalistic.

No! I don't wanna be dumb! Not going to be some bimbo. Gotta...gotta get pregnant again...just say the words...

Hastily, the magician cast another spell.