To Zatanna

For what seemed like hours, Lois could hear little but the rushing of the wind. She hugged her new, magnificent breasts, pressed against the chest that had inspired them. Beneath the cape, the reporter gently teased her own nipples, sensitive and a little sore where the piercings ran through them.

This is like an episode of the Twilight Zone, the blindfolded reporter thought. Warped by my own desires into a body that...that...

She couldn't finish that sentence. Not even in her own mind. A part of her had wanted this. A part of her still did.

They were getting lower. Lois could hear traffic, the honk and squeal and sirens of a city. Then people, the roar of a crowd...music, distant and strange. She felt the vibration as they landed, Power Girl's feet on the ground. Walking. Through a door, down some stairs...more doors and corridors, the reporter mentally mapping their route in her head. Power Girl's skin was so soft, through the boob-window in her costume, as soft as Lois Lane's own.

A knocking. A door opened. A familiar voice.

"Oh wow, Kara. Finally, found the woman of your dreams? Weddings are one floor down, congratulations."

Power Girl set Lois on her feet.

"Thatanna?" the reporter recognized the voice. "It'th Loith Lane. I need your help."

The door closed, and Lois explained to them about her investigation...the statue, the cult, the book of spells. Without her eyesight, Lois couldn't pick up on any of the subtle visual cues of her friends, but then again she didn't want to end up with Zatanna's long legs on top of everything else.

Or maybe she would want that, which was the real problem.

Zatanna listened carefully. Lois could hear Power Girl fidget. The reporter could almost feel the superheroine's eyes focused on her breasts, the hard nipples jutting out, the piercings prominent. It must be hard, having tits that big, seeing them on someone else...and Lois wondered for the first time whether Power Girl was a lesbian. That would be a complication.

When the reporter's story was finished, Zatanna took a deep breathe.

"Well, I won't give you any lectures about playing with strange magic. But I'm not familiar with the spell you used. I'm going to try a divination to see if I can undo it. This won't take long, and should be painless. Just stand still for a moment."

Lois stood at attention. Her every nerve seemed on end, ready and waiting for something.

".cigaM ezylanA"

The witch intoned the spell gravely, carefully enunciating each syllable, voice pitched low and sonorous, sending a creeping chill up the reporter's spine...and beyond that, she felt like she was being watched. Maybe it was just the blindfold, but she felt completely naked in that moment, someone staring at her intently, all the hairs standing up on the back of her neck, gooseflesh down her arms...and something else, something inside of her thrilled to that kind of attention, made her want to puff out her chest to show off her huge breasts, to lick her nose with her new tongue, to make her augmented booty clap and see what that did to Power Girl, who almost seemed to be panting in the corner, barely able to contain herself...

The moment ended.

"Okay," Zatanna said, taking a deep breath. "I've got good news and bad news..."