Act 1: The Flying, Gyrating Magician

"AND NOW THE SEXY BITCH ALL YOU ASSWHORES HAVE BEEN CRAVIN'! THE SEXIEST SLUT BUNNY AROUND! ZEE ZEE, THE MISTRESS OF MAGIC~~!!!"

Zatanna will talk with her announcer about that ad-lib. Yet that didn't put a crack in her beaming smile as she fabulously emerged from the curtains. Golden sparkles, confetti of purple hues, explosions of pink fog, and flocks of doves flew about.

The Squat Rack's proprietress generously allocated half of the facility and created a fabulous stage for her esteemed and exotic performer. The gym equipment was put aside for a substantial platform, and the dance floor was filled with seats. Private booths were set up for esteemed VIPs. Power Bottom set up her booth in the center of the crowd, the best seat in the house to enjoy Zatanna's show.

Her black stilettos clacked, and her wide hips swung until they reached centerstage. "Thank you! Thank you!" she waved and bowed. "You're all so wonderful–"

**POOF**

Smoke exploded around the magician, and suddenly, she was gone. The music stopped, the spotlights flocked about, and the crowd murmured in confusion.

"Over heeere~!"

Guided by her voice, the lights rediscovered Zatanna casually leaning on the bottom left of the stage.

**POOF**

"Oh, sorry! I'm here~."

Then she was standing in the back row, hand on an audience member.

**POOF**

And then she was sitting in a lucky femme's lap, arms wrapped around their neck. That femme felt the magical ASS on her crotch. And Zatanna felt the instant erection desperately trying to dig between her cheeks.

**POOF**

With one last teleportation, she was back onto the stage with her back facing the crowd. More importantly, her ASS was facing the crowd.

Zatanna pivoted on her feet, swinging her prodigious chest. "You ladies worked out a good sweat in the club!" she asked, flicking her hips.

"I bet you all got nice and limber out on the gym and dance floor. All sweaty and hot, working sooooo hard~!" She ran her hands on her neck, raising and fluttering her hair. "Think you'll have enough energy for little old me?" Their uproar was enough of an answer. She was already one of the gym/dance club's greatest hits.

How couldn't she be with her bangin' body wrapped up in her famously provocative stage and superhero attire? Zatanna's corset top was so minuscule that her massive melon mounds were exposed and lifted in a shelf of boobflesh. Her black tuxedo jacket framed them, and her unattached collar held a tie plunging into her deep cleavage. Her high-angled leotard presented a prominent cameltoe. And black fishnets delightfully squeezed all the copious fat on her lower body.

The black strings strained mightily against the mega-sized lower mounds of the magician. Perfectly round, bubble-shaped, jutting out over a foot in a full half circle. The back of the leotard was high-angled and shrunk so significantly that it completely disappeared when they plunged into its buttcheeks, leaving all of her ASS exposed for the delight of the audience.

But even with that substantially sexy and stacked booty, her most delightful feature was on her face, Zatanna's plump, extra puffed-out, pouty smoochers. She had the best lips in the Justice League, attested by evrey member who enjoyed her make-outs and blowjobs~. The impossibly juicy pillows covered her lower face and took a whole thing of glossy magenta lipstick to cover. They constantly puckered up and had a constant, enticing "O" shape. No matter what she was doing with her mouth, it **** imaginations of dicks diving into a cavern of pleasure~.

Her signature uniform was always enticing, but the corruptive energies in the Squat Rack warped it well into pornographic territory. But the sorceress didn't realize how much sluttier she looked. She was too busy assessing this lewd supernatural situation. Outwardly smiles and waves while her third eye diagnosed the ambient magic in the environment, which revealed how deep this supernatural perversion had penetrated.

And it turned out it was balls deep~.

The reality-warping lust-corruption was so powerful that it manifested a literal fuck-haze, a physical manifestation of Slut-Brain. Purple and gold glinting vapors saturated the air, basically molesting every woman and femme in the Squat Rack.

It fed everyone's libido into eye-rolling, tongue-wagging, breath-panting excess. The corruption used that lust to fuel and strengthen itself. A perpetually sustaining loop of a hex was created and was well past critical mass. It was degenerating all the women in the building into mindless, horny sluts, utterly OBSESSED WITH ASS! And its potency was leaking out into Gotham at gradually more substantial rates.

Looking above herself, Zatanna saw its most potent concentration was above her, swirling around like a whirlpool and funneling right into the stage. Zatanna was at the absolute center of this booty bimbo-making ****.

And that was the best place she could be! As her hips bobbed and wobblemounds swung, the sorceress undoubtedly believed the perfect way to turn things against her unknown adversary was to place herself deliberately into their trap, right in the middle of this corruptive, slut making ****! The Bat and her Robin performed their most daring comebacks in the heart of peril, and she was confident in emulating their feat.

Although spontaneous memories she suddenly recalled "reminded" her that, for the sexy bird at least, those instances usually ended up with spewed cum on her back after a hard buttfucking.

A fact that wasn't foretelling at all.

Continuing this show, the show she was brainwashed into performing, was obviously the best plan.

"Etativel," Zatanna whispered while falling back. She suddenly stopped mid-air as if perching her well-padded behind in an invisible chair.

"I know, I know." Zatanna raised her arms apologetically while her body floated higher into the air. "Levitation isn't that impression when Superwomen fly through the sky." She flicked her hand out and conjured a deck of cards. "Parlor tricks aren't enough to please girls like you with discerning taste."

"Magicians like me need more to entice you. More to get you excited~!" While shuffling, she slipped her hands out of her gloves, but they continued on their own.

Zatanna pulled out a glass from nowhere and sipped while the disembodied gloves did a riffle shuffle. "Good thing I'm the girl who can provide~!" She placed the glass down like it was on an invisible table. The disembodied gloves did the same with the cards and slipped themselves back into her hands.

Admittedly, these were parlor tricks she could do in her sleep. But a good magician knew how to distract her audience from what she was doing. And that was perusing through the crowd the find the culprit responsible for this cunt wetting convergence of power.

Lust was the rawest sensation with which to fuel magic. It would need direction and definition to work efficiently. A magic user or someone using magical means must be on-site to maintain this perverted field.

The same person that ensorcelled Power Bottom to utilize the Suat Rack for their nefarious magicks. Because there was no way she could be the one creating this corruption in her ASS-OBSESSED ESTABLISHMENT!

The culprit had to be here, and Zatanna would find them. By willingly subsuming in the worst of the slutty miasma.

"Dens em gniylf." Slowly, Zatanna rose. So far, things have been going well. Her little warm-up tricks piqued the crowd. Her adversary had no idea her quarry was on to them. Next, she would fly above the crowd, keeping them entertained and letting Zatanna get a closer perspective. It's only a matter of time before she finds the corrupting perveeeeeeeEEEEAAAAAA!

Zatanna's body suddenly flipped, legs spread apart, and Zatanna was made to perform a flying twerk-split.

**CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP****CLAP**

Up to the furthest in the crowd, it felt like Zee Zee's ASS was shaking right in their faces. Bigger than prize-winning watermelons, malleable and taut like a balloon. Her vast, jiggly cakes were seesawing and smacking, and her fat-layered, fishnet-straining thighs quivered like jello.

**CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP****CLAP**

Many in the audience already saw her throwin' that magic down on the dance floor, but seeing it exclusively on stage was a wonder. Those vigorously gyrating, gigantic globes wouldn't stop jiggling, jiggling, jiggling. The twin cheeks were mashing their brains into milkshakes. Vivid imaginations were imposed upon them, sinking their hands in when they grabbed them, wobbling like jelly when they spanked them, and rippling with waves of fat when they plowed them.

**CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP**

“Teg em nowd!” Zatanna gasped. “Teg em nwod no eht dnuorg!”

Her **** incantation seemed to work as intended, but as her body descended on the stage floor. But her body abruptly fell and slammed on the stage, still in a split. Her lower body popped up from the **** of the impact, and her wobblemeat CLAPPED.

**WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP**

Completely outside her conscious power, Zatanna's hips flung up and down, her crotch slamming down on the stage, and the impacts kept her jiggling cheeks slamming into each other. The floor-humping split-twerking hit right on her inflamed clit, making her erupt at each landing.

**WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP** **WHAP** **CLAP**

Eventually, her ASS decided to calm down and let the performer off with one last crotch-slamming orgasm. While Zatanna's body blissfully trembled, the audience gave her an ovation, boners standing at attention and pussies crying in adulation.

"Ooooooohhh. Oh goddess~!" Overcoming her pussy's pulsating pleasure, Zatanna rose and composed herself to a degree. "Oooooofff~! W-well, it looks like my ASS still wasn't done dancing!". Fortunately, her beaming professionalism didn't give away her shaky voice. And the crowd was too in the afterglow of her flying twerking.

And she didn't give away the fury brimming in her chest. Her adversary had to be responsible for her vast booty going wild. This sinister plot to transform Zatanna into a bubble-butt bimbo slut wasn't enough? But toying with her? Perverting her spells to make her embarrass herself?!

But Zatanna would make them regret it—maybe make them perform a twerk show for a side act.

On the other hand, Zatanna was already a bubble-butt bimbo slut long beforehand. And that continuing to stay in the nexus of the slut-**** was making it worse.

But her mind was too deep in ASS to consider that. Which also influenced her next trick.