The Sensual Show of the Slutbunny, Pt. 1

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You will go to the Squat Rack.

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You will put on a show.

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You are a-

Zatanna Zatara shook her head as she exited her portal to Gotham City.

Despite the instantaneous travel, her ASS was slammin' like a hammer on an anvil. It was as if some cosmic pervert grasped their abundant forms, pulled them apart, and crashed them together, ensorcelling them with her divine power to maintain their physics-defying fat-smashin’.

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The cheeks rippled without input from muscles or conscious thought, overstimulating the sensitive bud deep between them.

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Zatanna didn't think to stop her huge, ever-bumping humps from bashing into themselves. For whatever reason, that was impossible and ludicrous.

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The CLAPPING would not quit. Fleshy impacts resounded in Zatanna's ears, mind, and pussy, tenderizing her will between her buttcheeks, shutting out everything else except one thing.

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It’s been like this for the Homo Magi since the Watchtower. She couldn't remember much, only a satisfying workout with Dinah and Donna. Power Girl’s delightful Kryptonian Kans wobbled into the gym. Then, all the screens suddenly shifted to a single broadcast.

And–

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–and everyone sans Kara was writhing on the floor, partaking in each other's delicious bodies, begging any femme Leaguer to slamfuck them through the floor. None of them remembered how they found themselves reduced to cock-**** buttsluts. And **** to the ASSNOSIS that now compelled their subsequent actions.

For Zatanna, the League's preeminent practitioner of sorcery and stage shows, she parted with her erstwhile gym lovers carrying a spontaneous, undeniable desire to put on a show in Gotham City.

That town wasn’t one of her usual spots. Its people are understandably wary of theatrical characters. But the need to perform here specifically was too strong to deny, despite how this sudden disruption threw off her tour, as her manager Jillian Sloame rightly pointed out.

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But those concerns were smothered under her ASS. And after she pushed Sloane on the floor, sat on her face, and booty-bounced her brains out, her manager came around to the idea.

Concerns over finding a venue on such short notice turned out to be unwarranted. A prominent businesswoman soon contacted the stage magician, eagerly offering an establishment for her to perform.

This is why the Mistress of Magic found herself in Gotham’s Diamond District, the former stronghold of the Penguin, transformed so thoroughly that it was unrecognizable.

Dilapidated urban decay transformed into grunge-modern chic. Warehouses were converted into mega-sized outlets, neglected buildings renovated into fine galleries, restaurants, and clubs, clubs, clubs galore! Neon street lights gleaming. The pavement was sleek, like a runway stripper stage. Windows like dance mirrors on evrey establishment. And Gothamites of every slutty walk of life strutting around inflamed with ecstasy. Utterly free of the typical fear of their frightful city.

Zatanna had to stop next to a small outlet, so overwhelmed that she needed to remind herself this was still in the world’s most infamous city.

That also allowed Zatanna to catch her reflection and be reminded of the delicious little number adorning her fine figure, a full-body black romper, and matching stiletto knee-highs. It had a wide and deep cut to show off her trim belly and more-than-ample cleavage. The entire back was cut out to the tailbone, flowing right into the cleft of her bumpin’ badonk.

Looking up at her face, she nearly didn't recognize herself, lips the size of hotdogs, lidded eyes that barely had a thought in them, and her face layered with deep black lipstick, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. She didn't look like a magician or a superheroine, but a hussie partygirl out to get dicked down!

"I don't remember packing this up for my post-workout fit. Or caking my face in this whorish makeup!” It was hard to recall with the sleek, satin threads groping her body so tightly. And seeing her lips quivering for something long and meaty to suck on. “No, I should remember whether or not I dolled myself up like some pillow girl!”

That one logical thought pushed against the sleazy hase in her mind, bringing her back to clarity and reminding her this wasn't her only mindlessly lewd discrepancy.

What the hell was that in the gym!? She’s fond of Dinah well enough, and Donna is as gorgeous as her mother. But the debauchery they delved into, the way they contorted around each other's bodies, went well past any post-workout stretching!

Even more distressed realizations arose; chief amongst them was even more perversion that was permeating within the League–

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But then euphoria shot up her brain from her broad, wobbling backside. It resumed its autonomous clapping and was going even harder. Its massive motions and swinging were like an industrial machine, again emptying her head and pressing her forward, passing by the blocks, with cafes serving fine food on naked babes, outdoor stripper stages, and underground dance halls wafting with a visible miasma. Strutting, swinging her hips, shaking her ASS.

Until Zatanna finally reached her destination, the nexus of this euphoric paradise—The quartet of imposing former warehouses with their white “frosted” windows.

The Squat Rack

The sorceress-superheroine’s bubble buns made her approach the establishment, going towards the VIP entrance of the proprietress’s chosen few. Through the pleasure of her phat posterior, she saw the hopefuls desperately awaiting their turn. Eager like co-eds going to their first femme frat party gangbang. Countless svelte shapes were illuminated through the windows, gyrating like phantasmal slut-spirits. Bound to a beat that drove them to work it and work out until they exploded with delight.

Even so baffled by her own bootymeat, all of the spellbound women reminded Zatanna of Power Girl. That Kryptonian has been practically moaning this place's praises. She remembered Shayera telling her that all Karen’s time not with her company or the League goes here.

More than that, the dimensionally displaced Kryptonian became one of the Squat Rack’s most significant shareholders, right behind the Mayor of Gotham herself. Starrwear hosted fashion shows on its dance floors and collaborated to create several clothing lines.

She even overheard Kara talking to Beatriz and Tora, both now carrying gravid bellies, going so far as to say she belonged to the Squat Rack.

And all the other sluts in the League did too.

“Welcome, Mrs. Zatara.” Zatanna, finally freed from her clap-daze, stood before the VIP entrance. A powerfully built but kind-faced honey-blonde bouncer greeted her, wearing an 80s-esque barely there leotard as her uniform.

“Oh! Th-thank you.” the magician replied, “And thank you for caring for me. I know this sudden request of mine must have annoyed you and the rest of the staff.”

“It wasn't any trouble at all,” the beautiful Bouncer reassured, along with closing the distance between them. Getting so close, Zatanna could appreciate their significant height difference.

**SQUEEZE**

“UUUUUOOOOOOoohhh~!.”

“Standard inspection procedure,” She justified her unilateral seizing of Zatanna’s bootycheeks, employing a tight grip on the sensual adipose. “Even our esteemed guest must undergo standard inspection procedures.”

“O-Of course.” the guest meekly consented. She couldn't be rude, even if the “search” seemed solely focused on one admittedly large area of hers. That grip reminded her of when Diana gets tipsy at League parties. “I'm just happy your boss was so accommodating to my last-minute whimaaaaAAAH~!” she shuttered, feeling the fingers sink deeper. “Oh~! I-Is this truly necessary for a pat-down?”

“Entirely necessary, " the Bouncer cooed, applying even more **** and making Zatanna moan louder. “I also wanted to inform you that your crew arrived earlier. They are setting up in the portion of the dance hall we allocated.”

“G-got it. I'll just head over toooooOOOOOHHHHH~!”

“Don't worry about them.” She kindly but insistently told the performer, now mauling her cheeks. She pulled Zatanna upward, and her legs automatically wrapped around the Bouncer’s waist.

“Mrs. Bottom is personally assisting with the preparations, " the honey-blond told the raven-haired as she carried her into the cavernous entrance, playing with those abundant and pliable cheeks. “She wanted to let you relax while she took care of your crew.”

“That’s very generous of her, but I should stillaaaAAAHHHHHHHH~!!” The ministrations made her feel like mush in the Bouncer's arms, and she felt a long and girthy log now supporting her considerable lower weight.

“As said, Mrs. Bottom wants you to relax.” The Bouncer stressed, “She encourages you to head to the dance floor.”

“And shake that ASS for her.”

Suddenly, Zatanna found herself in the middle of the dance floor. In the epicenter of ASS-CRAZED HEDONISM!

Sweaty, raunchy women and femmes shaking their fuckable, fertile flesh. A sea filled the dance floors, the metal balconies, and the walkways. All the lusty ladies were bumping, grinding, and twerking, wearing the latest in salacious, so much creamy, glistening, oiled-up skin shamelessly shown off. Clacking heels hitting the floor, bouncing and jiggling their substantially sweet cakes, round, bulging out, and bouncing as all heck, driving themselves into ASSGASMS.

Or they were on the exercise machines, yoga mats, and dance studios. All their motions, thrusting and pumping and thrusting and lifting and thrusting and stretching and thrusting and thrusting and THRUSTING! Zatanna desperately wished that she was evrey one of those exercise machines so that every femme stud could work hard on her.

Sweat from above and below, pheromones rising and lowering to create a stormcloud of feminine fuck scent, a tempus spreading a sex-charged hysteria, and working evrey horny bitch in this place even harder.

Bu, bu bu bu, bu bu bu bu bu bu

All the sensations around Zatanna…

Bu, bu bu bu, bu bu bu bu bu bu

Surrounded by legions of enthralled, stacked bitches…

Bu, bu bu bu, bu bu bu bu bu bu

All of them bound to the omnipresent beat….

Bu, bu bu bu, bu bu bu bu bu bu

MMMMMMMH~! The Rave-Lust was overwhelming!

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

It felt heady, heavy, thick, and musky.

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

Stroking and caressing her with soft, strong hands.

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

Groping and grabbing her body like a lover.

Turn around, stick it out, show the world what you got~!

It got into her mouth so thick she needed to chew it up.

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

Swallowed it down and begged for more.

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

Dazzled her with bright and slutty purple-gold.

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

She HAD to…to…

Turn around, stick it out, show the world what you got~!!

Zatanna put her hands behind her head and squatted down low, sending her mighty ASS shaking!

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

Up and Down!

Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!

Side-to-Side!

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Figure-Eights!

Turn around, stick it out, show me what you got~!!

“Fuck…my ASS~!!" My slutty donk~!! It's perfect for bouncing around!” Zatanna slipped down lower, so her ASS was dribbling on the floor. Up top, her melon mounds violently bouncing around, swinging so hard they could fly up and smack her in the face, joining the wild jiggle-dance.

Keep that ASS clapping, my slutty sorceress~.

Her ASSCHEEKS followed the command and amped up. Going so fast, they were flickering, impacting with a power that could crush coal into diamonds and grind those diamonds into dust. It felt like her cheeks were the loudest out of all the booties in this club, perfectly rippling with the beat.

Good girl. Grab dat ASS for me~.

Zatanna reached her hands down and groped her ASS, her fingers squishing into the pliable meat as it jiggled and jostled with each of her movements. Sweat dripped down and flicked off her pumping hips. And a sensual chuckle reverberated through her as she moved her slutty body around.

But even though the shaking and slamming of Zatanna’s ASS was melting her brain, a lingering awareness, the powerful mind of a Mistress of Magic, kept her from being entirely consumed. She maintained a sliver of clarity, however tiny and however much it was getting beaten by her juicy feminine fat.

What the hell am I doing?! Zatanna's booty-battered mind wailed as she did a split, with her torso nearly parallel to the floor, holding herself up with her arms, plunging her crotch into the ground as if she was a femme fucking a fine booty. However, it just made her own fine feminine ASS shake powerfully.

This energy! This Lust~! It's so overwhelming! It is conquering evrey one of my senses and telling them to give in and shake it!

And this is spreading all over Gotham City! Flowing out from the Diamond District, flowing from the Squat Rack!

Gotham’s Leylines! This place is tapping into them, infecting them to expand this ASS ENTHRALLMENT. That’s why she never noticed it before! It was so insidiously all-consuming and over-saturating that she never questioned it until she was in its center.

AAAAAhhhh~!! Zatanna gasped, feeling herself going cross-eyed. She was now crouching with her hands on her knees, swinging so hard she was trying to drive stakes into the ground. It left an afterimage that made it look like she had four huge buttcheeks. But still, her senses would not entirely give in, determined to diagnose the maelstrom of ASS DEPRAVITY she was now drowning in.

This beat! It feels precisely in tune with the buzz of Slut-Brain that’s plagued her since the Watchtower.

Slut Brain…

The Watchtower…

The Watchtower! The broadcast! She remembered!

It was on every screen! The entire League must have seen it! Zatanna realized even as her body bent over, stuck her arms back, and swung her hips side to side.

Power Girl was already brainwashed. And likely Diana, too! The thought was horrifying and undeniably hot to imagine the two most enormous racks of the League swinging around in this place, dressed in nothing but a rubber band tube top.

And it drove me to come here to finish corrupting me! She cried as her cheeks still-

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"Guuuuuuh~," Zatanna trembled as two pairs of fine ASSES ground into her crotch and against her big, buoyant bottom.

A-Ahhhhh~! T-trying to turn us all into PHAT-ASSED BIMBOS. Goddess, why do I love the sound of that~!? Automatically, each of her arms wrapped around the girls grinding on her, bringing them even closer as she sucked on the neck in front of her.

Snap out of it! She pleaded with herself, despite engaging in a triple make-out. I have to focus! Banish this from me before I fall completely!

But I want to~! I want to give in so baaaaaaaad~~!!! Her eyes rolled into her skull as the two mouths sucked on her puffy lips.

Mercifully, the pair left her and her ASS to find others to dance with. That slight reprieve allowed her to keep her thoughts going and try to find ANY solution.

Does the Bat know? That's usually a rhetorical question. She can’t use magic, but her deductions are magical in and of themselves.

But she was out of town! And she learned the kids are out, too.

Except Barbara-

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–Barbie is too busy being buried in ASSCHEEKS. She shouldn’t bother her.

That left Zatanna alone to seal this all-consuming perversion permeating clearly from the Squat Rack.

There's no way this could have occurred naturally. Someone created this place, likely for this specific purpose!

And that meant only one person could be responsible–

“Hey, Zee Zee~.”

Power Bottom was before Zatanna Zatara, in a deep squat and pressing her powerful and extra stacked body onto her won. Her pussy, and Power Bottom’s substantial femme bulge were pressing together. Power Bottom’s tits were overwhelming hers and pancaking across her entire torso, up to her chin. The beautiful, bottomless glowing purple and pink spirals of her eyes were boring right into hers.

“I hope you're having fun ASS-SLUT.” She wrapped her powerful arms around Zee’s neck to bring her closer, their pillowy suckers only millimeters from a makeout.

“I know how hard you work, so I wanted to give you a chance to work it. Enjoy yourself while I take care of everything for you.”

Being before this bountifully bodacious woman. Feeling her extra stacked body smothering her own. Her lips, her tits, her cock, her ASS. Basking in her considerably sexy power that emanated like a purple-gold aura, the same one that she was now seeing throughout all of the Squat Rack. It all clicked!

Zatanna’s eyes narrowed, pushing back the lust with all her willpower. Though she, of course, couldn't stop her cheeks from bouncing.

It was now clear to her, and she had to say it to Power Bottom face to face.

“Power Bottom, I know you have nothing to do with this, but someone is using your establishment for some insidious plan to corrupt Gotham into their twerk paradise, where evrey ASS belonged to them. They’re even working to turn the entire Justice League into their SLUTTY ASS SHAKING RAVE SLAVES~~!!!"

“Oh, how naughty~,” said the wholly innocent and uninvolved businesswoman. She seemed more concerned with getting her hands all over Zatanna’s body, “Though I must admit I can understand why someone would do something so sexually sinister.”

Her hands went down and seized the sorceress's cheeks. And on contact, Zatanna shuttered. More than squeezing, it felt like her hands absorbed into Zatanna’s stacked-up booty meat.

“Having all of the most heroic, beautiful bitches, bloated up with the PHATTEST ASSES in the universe. At my feet. As my Supersluts.”

“Supersluts?” Zatanna pondered Power Bottom’s words as she raised her arms and locked her fingers behind her head. Her face turned into a tongue-waving ahegao.

“Yes~! “ The totally innocuous dance and fitness enthusiast laughed. “At my beck and call to twerk for me, to offer evrey one of their fuckholes to empty my cock. Helping me usurp the world, making every ASS mine~!”

The undoubtedly not-a-supervillaness’ eyes trapped Zatanna in their gaze. The purple spirals were like a burning sun fueled entirely by perversion.

“So I can be the Bitch Tamers main piece of ASS~~!!!”

Instantly, her demeanor became nonchalant. “Well, that would be delightful. But, of course, that's only hypothetical. I have nothing to do with it.”

“Of course,” Zatanna agreed. Also, turning out of her mindless sluttiness. Both stood up from their squat and sashayed their hips off the dance floor. The ecstatic crowd strangely parted away from both of them as if pulled away by a controlling ****.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?” Power Bottom asked.

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“I should continue as planned. Jumping headlong into this possible trap would be the best idea.”

“That's wonderful to hear,” Power Bottom grinned at hearing the exact answer she had expected. “It would be a shame to cancel after all the work everyone put in to set this up.”

In the side of her vision, she saw her blonde bouncer give her a smile and kiss. “And it looks like your crew is ready for you. I’ll leave everything in your capable cheeks.”

The proprietress turned Zatanna around and sent her with a hard **SMACK**. “Good luck, Zee Zee.

I look forward to your performance.

With that spank returning those cheeks to their endlessly clapping state, Zee Zee sauntered backstage, confident of what she had to do.

She had to put on a show.

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