Zatanna—This Is Definitely A Supernatural Problem!

"How pregnant are you now?" Zatanna's voice buzzed from the phone on speaker.

Lois Lane slurped up the last of the noodles and swallowed heavily before answering. The reporter leaned away from the table. In the last twenty minutes, she had devastated the steamed shrimp and a small mountain of steamed rice, and now she was eyeing the tray of orange slices that the waiter had just brought out. Her tummy had slowly bulged forward with food...and then the idol had 'flared' again, and Lois had felt that strange sensation of her belly condensing, mass shifting from her stomach and racing around her body...womb swelling forward, elastic waistband digging into her expanding hips and thighs, breasts pushing out a little more.

"Well, if each instance adds one...triplets," the reporter licked her lips and tried in vain to pull her shirt down over the protuberant belly, now clearly pregnant. "If it doubles each time, quadruplets. When can you get here?"

There was a pause on the other end. Lois Lane reached out and grabbed a plastic cup—the largest size they had—and sucked down sticky-sweet soda. She had a feeling there was going to be another 'flare' soon. The reporter was starting to feel full...and that's when it had happened the last couple of times.

"Lois, based on what you've said, I'm not coming within a mile of that idol."

The straw slurped noisily as she drained the cup.

"What!? Zee, I need your help here! I'm pigging out and blowing up! I must have put on fifty or sixty pounds tonight, and I can't stop eating! I can't suck in my gut, and my ass is threatening to swallow my exercise pants!"

"I understand that," the witch said. "But this is obviously a magical trap aimed at women, and as someone with a functional and non-impregnated uterus, I need to keep my distance. I'm going to try and help you from here. It's just...going to be a little tricky. In between stuffing your face, I need you to follow my instructions, okay?"

Lois groaned...but she didn't have much of a choice. Her stomach bulged forward, past her breasts now, and the reporter gave a little belch. The pregnant woman rubbed her chest, wincing at a sudden spate of heartburn...and then Lois felt the heat spread throughout her body and knew it wasn't heartburn. It was the idol.

She felt feverish, her whole body boiling, eyes so hot they hurt...and for a moment there was a terrible sense of relief, as the pressure on her stomach eased, and her swollen stomach subsided a little. Yet now Lois knew that was only a prelude, the mass being redistributed. The reporter groaned, bladder suddenly fit to burst as the weight in her swollen womb increased, the stomach pushing out further, and though Lois couldn't see it she almost knew there was a dark line leading up from her crotch to her belly button. Her shirt stretched farther as her soft tits grew heavier, now big enough that the bottom of them could rest on the top of her belly...and her sides were muffin-topping over the elastic waistband of her exercise pants, the leggings now tight against her thicker, softer thighs, and Lois felt a draft of air that suggested the crack of her ass was now exposed.

Either that added one, and I've got quadruplets, the reporter thought, her stomach grumbling again. Or it's doubled, and I've got octuplets!

The thought of being filled with even _more _babies gave Lois an almost sexual thrill. How far along she was, the reporter couldn't guess...although she had seen women six months gone with bellies like the one she had now.

Hang on babies, Lois thought, rubbing her stomach, mouth salivating as the hunger hit her again. Mommy and Auntie Zatanna are trying to fix things!

"Okay," Zatanna said. "Here's what I want you to do..."