Zatanna Boob Window

Zatanna, for all her nature as a magician, had a bit of stage-fright. Did that sound odd? She supposed this specific situation was at least a bit different. Before it had been about the magic. Now it was something… more.

Nevertheless, nerves or not, here she was, giving an interview. She had to, because as much as she might not like it, she had been enlightened and she knew that this was just as much a part of her duty as stopping criminals.

“Zatanna, can you comment on the new fashion trend sweeping the superheroine ranks?” The reporter, one Ms. Lane, asked. Zatanna had set up this interview with the help of the league. Specifically Power Girl herself. She had told them that they needed to get themselves out there and help clarify their new duties.

“Yes, I’d love to. The league and hopefully many other superheroines not affiliated directly with us are adopting this new uniform to help foster better relationships between the powered and the nonpowered.”

“Yes, but why exactly… this?” Ms. Lane pointed at Zatanna’s chest area.

“Why, Ms. Lane, it’s not like I was dressed modestly before. I’m just emphasizing it a bit more now.”

“I’d say it’s more than that.”

“And you’d be correct. I’m afraid I wasn’t being completely candid. You see, this is a sexual thing. I won’t deny it. In fact, it’s all about us superheroines using our bodies in every conceivable way to help the public. And one of those ways is showing off our cleavage for the good men and women of the world to masturbate to.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me.” Zatanna closed her eyes. This was the turning point. “There’s a magic in sex you know. In love and lust both. Let me prove it to you.”

Zatanna withdrew her wand from her cleavage and pointed it at Lois Lane.

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The light in the room flashed.

A moment later Ms. Lane was staring at Zatanna’s chest, unable to look away.

“That’s a good girl. You can’t help but have your mind absorbed by my cleavage. My tits are always on display, always ready to be lusted for by you.”

Ms. Lane just drooled in response. Until her brain caught back up and she managed to find the ability to use words again. “Tits. I need your tits.”

“And you can have them if you continue being a good girl, but not until you do something for me and the league.”

“Anything. Need perfect tits.” Lois moaned her desperation.

“You’re going to help us gain access to the Daily Planet execute staff. We’re going to enlighten them to the beauty of lust, and once they’re under our control, we’re going to brainwash as many television networks as possible until we’re ready to broadcast our hypnotic message to the world. Everyone needs to admire our sexy bodies.”

“Love.”

“Yes, they need to love us. If everyone is too busy stroking themselves, then they won’t be able to commit any crimes. PG really is a genius. I only wish I had thought of this plan sooner. But before we do that, I’ve gotten permission from PG to enjoy myself a bit. Come here you tit-**** and lick to your heart’s content”

Lois Lane needed no more words of encouragement. She dove forwards, sticking her head into the windowed cleavage, motor-boating the offered tits like her life depended on it. Or at least like her life’s purpose was being a **** to enjoying them as much as possible. She’d do anything for this. Helping Zatanna brainwash her colleagues and bosses was absolutely not a problem. How could it be when doing so would mean more chance to lick these heavenly bodies that tasted so sweet, so fulfilling. Maybe she’d even get to suck on Zatanna’s nipples. Oh gawd, that sounded so good.