Zatanna puts on quite the show and Lois displays new talents

Zatanna's magic depended very closely on what she said and also what she meant by what she said, so she had very specific definitions of words in her mind as a matter of necessity. It might surprise those who expected her to be a party animal but she spent quite a bit of time going over dictionaries and was an avid reader. While she mostly used Webster's Dictionary as one of her primary foci for her witchcraft, this awareness of lexicography extended to even foul language, such as "slut." While Webster's merely defined a "slut" as a woman who was sexually promiscuous, the implication of the word "slut" was far broader in her mind. To Zatanna, a slut in the most pejorative sense was a woman who had sex with men regardless of the morality or ethics of such an act. A slut didn't care if a man was married, stupid or even flat-out evil - just if he was hot and willing to fuck her. She thought with her pussy first and foremost, dealing with any possible consequences only after she'd gotten the fucking she so wantonly craved.

And an exhibitionist? That was even simpler, someone behaves in an extravagant way in order to attract attention, also per Webster's - which as a performer, she was already guilty of, but Killgrave had obviously implied it in a sexual sense given he'd mentioned the word prior to "slut." Ergo, she got a sexual thrill from the attention of others and was indiscriminate in regards to the nature of that attention, but would likely get the most thrill from being sexual or titillating in public.

All of that plus her impromptu definition of the word "spankable" meant that she saw no problem with asking the good Doctor to take things to the next level as his hand came down on her newer, more erotically charged ass a ninth time. Her ethics were now a thing of the past when it came to sex.

Zatanna shuddered with pleasure as Dr. Fate delivered her spankings with a cold, impersonal hand. Getting spanked out in the JSA HQ where anyone could walk buy and see her by a married man - it was exactly the sort of thing an exhibitionist slut would get off on and she was exactly that now that Killgrave had opened her eyes to her true self. God, given that and her new ass, it was getting her SO close to orgasming!

"Ooh! Not gonna lie - this is getting me really fucking hot! Fate, did you wanna fuck me? Right here, right now?"

"Ten." Fate said coldly before delivering his final spanking, making her squeal. "I think not. My wife would disapprove and even if she did not, I would not find pleasure in coupling in such a public venue, unlike yourself. Also, in lieu of more specific instructions, I now have magical defenses to build for the JSA HQ in general and to protect Killgrave specifically. Good day, Zatanna."

Before she could respond, he vanished in a giant golden symbol, leaving her frustratingly close to cumming.

"Damn it!" she growled. She thought about maybe getting Wildcat or some other stud around here to finish the job - just a couple more spankings in public would do - but they'd likely be laser focused on defending her Lord and Master as well. With a seething grunt of annoyance, she spat out a quick spell and transported herself back to Las Vegas, where she was scheduled to perform in less than an hour.

Appearing back in her dressing room, Zatanna gave herself a quick once-over. The slutty make-up was great and her new ass really drew the eye in her famous outfit, nearly engulfing the bottom of her leotard into a thong . . . but if she wanted to really draw people's eyes sexually during her act, she should probably put the "tit" in "titillate" before the show.

She remembered what her Lord and Master had said - "give yourself huge funbags later." Again, this gave her tremendous leeway for interpretation given the usage of slang, which worked in her favor. Had he simply said "larger breasts" or "bigger tits," this spell would simply be an obnoxious and tediously permanent enlargement of her B-cups (not that she wasn't guilty of giving the girls a temporary upgrade now and then in the past before a big show or hot date) to a bigger, heavier size. Now, "huge" meant extraordinarily large according to Webster's which would ordinarily mean back problems and custom bras galore, as much as an exhibitionist slut like her would enjoy the attention they garnered . . . but funbags? Well, that was literally and figuratively the magic word!

"Funbags" implied that they weren't so much part of her anatomy but were instead literal toys to be played with. To Zatanna, "funbags" meant her breasts were about to become literal playthings meant to make everyone happy, including her - just big, round bouncy balls of pure pleasure. Just two squeezable delights for both her and for anyone who wanted to fuck her. Any clothes she bought or owned would morph to fit them, in way that guaranteed as easy access as possible, and they'd weigh only just enough to jiggle pleasantly and draw the eye because buying custom clothing and tremendous back problems wouldn't be "fun" for her. Also, the more ridiculously pert they were in addition to being huge, the more attention they'd gather. The thought alone made her wet.

"Mmmm . . . but why stop there?"

Zatanna thought about all the hot studs she came across in the course of her work in the Justice League. They were usually spoken for (like Superman) or killjoys who prioritized crimefighting over fun (like Bruce), which wasn't at all satisfying for a slut like her. She thought back to Stargirl, parading around with the body of a porn star in just a mask - the lucky little bitch - but obviously, stupidly in love with her Lord and Master Killgrave. A waste but it gave her an idea. She grinned wickedly.

What if she gave herself an alternate identity? An "evil succubus" with a body literally built to fuck, like something out of a wet dream, one that no man could resist? Someone who was "evil" and so nobody would judge or even know it was Zatanna being such a nasty slut, parading around naked and getting superheroes to fuck her? With the right spell, she could have her cake and eat it too, and with Fate's power still revving through her body, it would be permanent.

She smiled and contemplated the exact wording of the spell she was about to cast, pussy churning with anticipation.

With a spell this complex, she actually took the time to write it down forwards, doing some edits until she was satisfied with the wording.

"Whenever I say the phrase "Succubi, arise!" I will transform into a six-foot tall, sexually irresistible woman who is totally invulnerable to harm and built to fuck. In this form, I will still have all the powers of Zatanna as she exists right now, supercharged by Dr. Fate, but will not have to speak backwards to manipulate reality. I will also have no need to breathe, eat or sleep and possess the ability to make anyone do whatever I say and seduce anyone I want. I cannot become pregnant or catch any diseases but will always be completely naked. I will also become double jointed, have shimmering rainbow-colored hair up in long loose pigtails that would ordinarily hang down to just above my spankable and erotically charged ass, hypnotic green eyes, bright candy apple red skin that is pleasurable to touch, long flexible legs, a trim waist, thick hips, plump sensitive DSL, a long prehensile tongue, huge funbags, and an ass and pussy that will feel only pure pleasure and instantly transform to feel incredibly tight and wonderful for any cock that is pleasuring them. My hands will be slim and beautiful with golden nails and make anyone that I touch become instantly aroused. Other people will never recognize me, suspect Zatanna of being Succubi or vice versa and no one will ever do anything to stop Succubi from getting whatever she wants. Should I need to, I can transform back into Zatanna by saying Succubi backwards, with no one remembering me doing so."

With a smile, Zatanna said it all backwards, using up the last of Fate's power.

"Showtime's in 15, Miss Zee!" came a muffled voice through her dressing room door as her assistant knocked.

"Oh, don't worry - I'm about to put on one helluva show!" Zatanna said with an evil laugh.

***
"Gllk!" and "Mmmf!" were not the usual sort of noises one expected to come from the mouth of Pulitzer-prize winning reporter Lois Lane but, these were the noises someone would expect to hear from someone getting face-fucked by a thick 11 inch cock of steel, which was currently the case.

Lois had never really cared for giving oral sex and frankly, Clark's enviable endowment made it tricky given her gag reflex, so they just never really brought it up. She'd only briefly put a few inches of him in her mouth as part of foreplay on rare occasions and had blown him to completion even fewer times (mostly birthdays and anniversaries). All of which meant that her giving him an enthusiastic, expert level blowjob like she was right now was completely out of the ordinary.

Clark grunted. He'd always wanted this, darkly dreamed of this secretly, especially when Lois would make one too many smart remarks. Her mouth just being used as a wet hole for his thick cock to fill, all the way down to the base of it. Giving him a real, perfect, sloppy and above all ENTHUSIASTIC blow job . . . like he DESERVED after all the times he'd gone down on her. No more excuses about how it was too big or how she didn't like the taste, just taking his meat in her mouth like she should. He grabbed her dark hair, now up in pigtails, and roughly drove her head forward to impale her mouth around his meat. He groaned with satisfaction at the sight of his wife on her knees with his cock deep in her mouth, FINALLY, her mouth so warm, wet and willing.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You love sucking my supercock, don't you, Lois?" he growled.

Lois was finding it a little hard to breathe with so much in her mouth but it didn't matter. All of her other thoughts shut off the moment he'd asked her to suck his dick. Only getting that big, thick, yummy dick down her throat like a good little cocksucker mattered. She had to make her stud of a husband happy like the loving, personal cumsult she was. She had been such a bad, selfish little wifey, not sucking his juicy, huge cock all the time. Only his pleasure mattered right now . . . but it did feel soooo GOOD to finally let him fuck her slutty mouth! It was like her uvula was a little clitty and his thick dick was teasing it expertly. While she gently cradled and caressed his balls with one hand to coax out all that delicious cum, she slid her other hand between her legs to pleasure herself. Ordinarily, she'd work his shaft but since he was so balls deep in her mouth right now she couldn't stroke the bottom part of his shaft as she sucked him off. She focused on breathing through her nose and moving her tongue up and down his length, making little humming noises as she did so to make it feel even better. A Superman deserved a supercocksucking, after all! Thankfully for them both, Lois Lane, star cocksucker, was happy to report for duty.

"Mmmf! MMMMMM-HHHMMMMM. . ." she hummed happily in agreement across his tool, drool escaping from her lips as she happily got her face fucked. She looked up at her husband as best she could with his hand guiding her by the pigtails, violet eyes hot with lust and wide with adoration.

Time seemed to stretch out into nothing. The blowjob was long, leisurely, sloppy and rough, with plenty of lustful and loving eye contact . . . just like Clark always dreamed of having.

Clark grunted in delight, trying to decide if he wanted to let her swallow every drop of his cum or finish all over her face and tits . . .

***
Zatanna had been practically dripping through the bottom of her outfit the entire performance. Some of her sexy male assistants had noticed her new ass but hadn't said anything because there had been so little time before the performance before they'd gotten started. Their stares were nice but they hadn't seen anything yet. She nearly messed up a line or two as she went through her usual Friday night show for the folks who'd packed it into the casino's main theater in Vegas, which was very unlike her, but she forgave herself considering the showstopper that was going to end this show.

"And now, I've saved the best for last . . . get ready! I'm either going to be sitting pretty or be dead in a few seconds."

With a whispered phrase, Zatanna vanished out of the way of two flamethrowers and a heavy weight that came crashing down, as well as a straightjacket and several chains, reappearing in a purple cloth bag suspended four feet in the air on the corner of the stage by a rope. She relished the screams of the crowds as always but this show would end a bit differently.

"!dworc eht gnicaf m'I os ylisae em hctac stnatsissa elam eerht dna nepo raet gaB"

The bag tore open and her three well-muscled male assistants caught her easily, without even mussing her top hat.

"Told you I'd be sitting pretty!" she told the crowd, eating up their applause.

This would normally be when she'd say "Good night, everyone and don't forget to keep believing in magic!" and the show would be over . . . but not tonight.

As the three assistants put her down, she strode to the center of the stage and yelled "Succubi, arise!"

The transformation was as shocking as it was instantaneous. Where Zatanna had once stood, a now naked, red skinned amazon of a woman stood, with shimmering rainbow colored hair cascading around her head in pigtails and massive yet pert breasts with thick black nipples jutting forward, each bigger than her head. She looked like some sort of cartoonish doodle of a sexy devil woman come to erotically charged life.

"Greetings, foolish mortals! It is I, Succubi! I have banished Zatanna and taken her place in this mortal realm! Now, all of you, stay in your seats and watch as I make these three men pleasure me!"

The confused and scandalized audience suddenly felt an unearthly compulsion to stay in their seats and watch what was about to unfold. Zatanna drank the sensation of their eyes helplessly staring at her body and laughed with delight.

Zatanna turned and smiled at her stunned trio of male assistants. George and Raul were actually gay and in love with one another, but Tyrone was single and always flirting with her jokingly. All of them were well-built studs with thick muscles and no doubt lovely cocks. Tonight, she was going to get a foursome she'd always dreamed of, in front of a packed theater.

"Boys, get naked."

All three men rushed to comply, unable to resist her commands. Zatanna cooed at how pleasantly big and well-shaped all of their cocks were. Raul looked about average but was still a lucky boy, since George looked to be at least 9 inches limp and thick as a cucumber. Best of all, Tyrone was also well hung - at least 9 inches himself, flaccid - but getting bigger by the second as he stared at her new, ridiculously sexy body.

"George, Roger, each of you suck on one of my nipples while stroking yourselves. Tyrone, you hot fucking stud, come over here and fuck me from behind while smacking my ass."

She bent over just enough to give Tyrone access to her dripping wet pussy, then gasped as Gary and Raul's mouths found her dangling nipples, each man kneeling on either side of her and lifting a tit up with one hand to suck on her dangling funbags as she bent over. Fuck, that felt good! Throbs of pleasure radiated through her from her massive new tits. She grabbed each of them by the hair and her magic hands made both of them instantly hard and aroused, despite being mind controlled into performing their current task.

She might have cum from just that stimulation alone while everyone in the audience was **** to watch . . . but then Tyrone rammed into her with no foreplay, not that she needed any. He then followed that up with a hard smack to her new spankable ass. It was enough to trigger the first of many powerful orgasms and she screamed in delight.

"Yes! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!"