Her Whole Kit, Showing Her Caboodle.

"Just pull!", she shouted in a **** hiss while using her jacket to cover her half-deflated chest.

From bemused to startled the man reached in with an almighty yank!

Still, there appeared to resistance, even from this strong fellow, yet it came, stretching out.

It was a silky black scrap, with a square soaking wet that reaked of sex.

It was Zatanna's tiny g-string!

And not just any, the one she had been wearing...

until now!

"Eeeep!", Zatanna squeaked out as she felt her plump pussy released from the confines of her tiny undies, rubbing into the rougher material of her leotard.

No one no but Zatanna, that is until her highly responsive sex exposed her.

Zatanna was getting seriously wet from this panicked exposure.

But the man kept pulling!!

What came out next was her matching bra, attached, but worst of all was her breast form still sitting in the cup which spilled out as it was yanked violently.

She could feel her shrunken bust sitting awkwardly in the too big in the chest too small in the stomach leotard that her ripe pussy was currently munching on.

Zatanna pulled her lapels closer to her as a shield against the growing laughter, and awareness of the audience...but then she felt a tug on her arm!

Her jacket!

It was disappearing into thin air!

Or teleporting to the hat, rather!

Her row of sleeve buttons were now intertwined in the hooks of the bra attached to the panties the man was still tugging, slowly, but implacably, like the hanky of clown.

And she was the clown!

Her jacket was truly half off, before finally dissolving into the hat.

Soon Zatanna was desperately clutching at nothing!

She was in her leotard, with her tiny tits, and pressing pot belly, and her juicing camel toe!

She felt the leotard stretching on her form.

Oh...god...NO!!!

Stop! STOP! She commanded, begged, whined, but it was too late.

The leotard was the last come out, still attached to the hat.

Zatanna stupidly reached for the hat on her head, to clutch and her rock hard nipples on her real, and underwhelming chest, her formerly hidden flabbiness, her unmowed bush dripping in her girly gutter grease!

But she was bare headed.

Bare everythinged.

The man had taken away all her clothes.

Her girdle, covering up her paunch,

her g-string, soaked in staining secretions,

her bra, comically over-sized and without breast forms,

her jacket, her signature style and last shield,

her leotard! He...he didn't even leave her that! Not her undies! NOTHING!

That meant...she had nothing, she looked down.

She was completely

NAAAAAAAKED!!!!!!

Clutching with her hands she tried to run off stage.