Circe stops her

Circe laughed right along with the rest of the crowd as the now fully nude Zatanna turned to run. Her pale body shook as she stumbled away, frantically clutching her reduced chest and crotch. The sight of her running was the best part yet, so spastic and undignified, with every inch of flab giggling and shaking. And, even though Zatanna had plastered her hands over her chest pretty quick, the crowd had gotten a good enough look to know that her breasts were not what was advertised.

Circe wasn't about to let Zatanna get away though. She waved her hand, casting another spell. Under Zatanna's feet the ground became a slick as ice. Zatanna slipped, trying desperately to catch her footing. She flailed comically, hovering in place, arms and legs windmilling before she went down hard! Luckily, her well padded butt cushioned her fall. She sat dazed for a moment. Then, she looked up. The camera man was standing over her filming. Then, she looked down.

She was naked, having used her arms to try to catch herself, totally uncovered. Her small breasts pointed eagerly at the camera. Her belly was scrunched and had rolls as she sat hunched forward. Her bare legs were spread wide, her open pussy showing between them. She was getting filmed, totally exposed! All her secrets bared for the whole world to see!

"AAHHH!" Zatanna screamed. She slammed her thighs together and cupped her hands over her flat chest.