Leotard loses its integrity, as does Zatanna

The leotard was skin tight, at first, and without the aid of her precious shaping garments Zatanna could hear the strain and stretch of fabric.

So could the audience, picked up by her microphone, the speakers reverberated the sound of splitting cloth throughout the theater.

Her leotard was splitting!

Her gut was spilling out!

Her top rolled up like a window shade in a cartoon, ending in a roll under her breasts and her briefs, without the connection, were now jagged and seemed to contract!

Thank Goodness, her undies were still hidden, for now...