Zatanna

Lois took a deep breath as she scrolled through the numbers on her phone, finally stopping at Zatanna Zatara. The world's greatest witch. The kind of person that Superman and Batman went to when they were having magical problems. The kind of person that might be able to fix a magical faux-pregnancy with a twitch of her nose, or however it worked.

The reporter dialed the number. Keep it calm and collected, Lois. She told herself. Going to get this fixed. You're not really pregnant, you're not—

Just as the line clicked, and a woman's voice said "Hello?" Lois felt something shift inside her bloated belly. Something inside of her, moving around. Looking into the mirror, she could see the stretched skin distort.

"OhmyfuckinggoditsLoisLaneIstolethisdemonicidolandnowIthinkI'mpregnantohgodohjesusfuckthere'ssomethinginmepleasehelp..." The reporter's voice rose in pitch as sudden panic set in, heart thumping madly.

"Lois? Lois where are you? Can you tell me that?" The voice was calm, and controlled, and hearing it the reporter regained some of her own composure.

"I'm in my apartment, in Metropolis." In the bathroom, she didn't add.

"Tnemtrapa s'enal siol ot tropelet." The witch incanted, carefully enunciating each syllable.

There was a popping sound in the next room, and the line went dead.

"Lois?" A woman's voice came from the other room.

The reporter turned around.

Standing near the bed was a leggy wonder in fishnets and coattails, raven-dark hair falling to her shoulders; a corset gave her breasts shape and emphasized them, but the actual cleavage was hidden by a tasteful formal white button-down and bowtie, leaving just a jutting balcony beneath a waspish waist. Just as Lois saw her, Zatanna turned to see Lois—and the reporter watched the shock and horror that crept over the witch's face as the naked reporter with her swollen, leaking tits and rounded belly made.

"Oh shit." Zatanna mouthed the words. Then she took a deep breath, putting the mask back into place, favoring Lois with a smile—but the reporter had definitely seen the moment of panicked surprise, and couldn't mistake it.

"Well, you weren't exaggerating." The witch rubbed her hands together. "Why don't you tell me everything, and then we'll see what we can do."

They sat on the bed, Zatanna as far from the stone idol as she could manage. Most of the time she stared into Lois's eyes, but the reporter caught her from time to time sneaking a glance at her tits, her belly. It occurred to her that she didn't really know much about Zatanna—whether she was straight, lesbian, or bi; whether she had a pregnancy fetish or was horrorified at the idea of having kids—but at this point, Lois was far beyond being embarassed. She could almost feel her belly growing. And she really had to pee.

Zatanna whistled. "Okay...well, this seems like a pretty routine magical pregnancy, or pseudo-pregnancy. And anything that magic does can be magically undone, so...I'm going to try a spell. Is that alright with you?"

Lois nodded. "You get this a lot?"

A bead of sweat ran down Zatanna's head.

"Honestly? This is a first. But theoretically, this should be easy."

Lois frowned. "'Theoretically'?"

But then a look of serious concentration came over Zatanna's features, and her carefully controlled voice contorted in a way that Lois had never heard a human throat make.

She's casting a spell...but will it work? Lois' heart thudded in her chest.