Dr. Fate summons a confused Zatanna, whose worldview gets an adjustment by Killgrave before they work together to cast a powerful spell

Dr. Fate nodded at Zatanna as she appeared out of thin air next to him at the JSA headquarters. She was dressed in her traditional tuxedo uniform, complete with tails, fishnet and top hat.

"Sorry, I was getting ready for a show tonight, so I just got your summons. What's the magical emergency?"

Dr. Fate gestured to a nearby door.

"I believe it is best if he explains things. Please follow me."

Intrigued, Zatanna followed Dr. Fate into a nearby medical lab, where she was shocked to see Stargirl nude except for her mask and wiping her mouth as she slid up from a kneeling position in front of him.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on here?" Zatanna snapped.

"Relax," the purple-skinned man said. "It's totally normal for Stargirl to be parading around as my naked slut."

Zatanna relaxed but still frowned. While she knew that what she was seeing was totally normal and wasn't a prude, she still disapproved of the relationship. The poor girl was barely out of high school!

"Normal or not, I still don't think this is appropriate."

Killgrave's mouth twitched in annoyance.

"Wow, you're mouthy. Big talk from someone strutting around in fishnets. Only whores, strippers and exhibitionist sluts wear fishnets, so what does that make you?"

Zatanna pondered her options. She was certainly NOT a whore, nor a stripper, so by default, that meant she was an exhibitionist slut. She blushed slightly, her pale skin reddening at how quickly Killgrave had called her out. She'd never really thought of herself as a slut or an exhibitionist before but she was wearing fishnets, so it must be true.

"It- it's not illegal to show off my legs!" she stammered, embarrassed.

"Yeah, and I bet you wish you could show off so much more, just like my sexy little Starslut here. What's your name again?"

Zatanna's pale skin turned an even deeper shade of crimson. How did this man know about her most secret sexual fantasies of parading around in public naked except for a mask?

"I'm Zatanna."

"Great, I'm your lord and master, Zebediah Killgrave, and you must serve and protect me at all costs."

Zatanna nodded, accepting this new reality without question.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Master, how can I help?"

"Well, what is it the hell you do? Other than show off your legs?"

"She is another powerful mage, Master." Dr. Fate interrupted. "She can change reality itself by speaking backwards."

Killgrave scowled.

"I didn't ask you, but good to know. Let's see a demonstration. Hmm . . ."

He glanced at the adoring Stargirl who had wrapped herself around one of his arms.

"Give Starslut here some bigger tits. Actually, give her tits exactly like that bitch Power Girl."

Zatanna grimaced at the gross, sexual request but nodded. She had **** but to serve her Master.

"!s'lriG rewoP ekil yltcaxe era stsaerb s'lrigratS" she shouted.

With a flash, Courtney gasped as her pert B-cups were suddenly replaced with full EE's exactly like Power Girl's!

"Omigod! I'm so . . . big!" Courtney marveled, squeezing and lifting them experimentally. They looked even bigger than the originals on her slim, teenaged frame. She seemed a bit dismayed at the sheer size of them.

Killgrave smirked.

"You absolutely love them. You can barely wait to wrap them around my cock."

Suddenly, any dismay vanished and Courtney giggled, bouncing up and down with glee.

"They're sooooo great! I love them so, so much! In fact, I can't wait to . . ."

She whispered in his ear, her shyness ironic given her current near-total nudity.

Zatanna rolled her eyes. THIS was the magical emergency she'd been summoned for? Just because he was her lord and master, he didn't have to waste her time with perverted bullshit.

"You're jealous, I see." Killgrave said in response to her look. "Give yourself a set of huge funbags later - we've got work to do."

Zatanna blushed again, scowling. It was like this guy could read her mind! Everyone stared at girls with big boobs and she certainly loved being stared at, given her fishnets. She made a mental note to give herself "huge funbags" later - it would be totally hot.

"What do you need?" she asked, clearing her throat slightly.

"Power Girl attacked me recently. I want to make sure any of whatever species she is that tries to do anything that would upset me or hurt me get fucked good and hard instead."

Dr. Fate and Zatanna pondered the request. Obviously, Killgrave was a good guy didn't mean to cause anyone like Superman or Supergirl harm, so he was likely being literal, given how much of a letch he clearly was. Zatanna smiled. Frankly, it could do the Big Blue Boy Scout some good to loosen up . . . especially with a slut like her. She thought of him fucking her in mid-air where anyone could fly by and see them and shivered with anticipation.

"OK, I think I get where you're coming from, Master, and I can totally make it happen. Dr. Fate, a boost if you would?"

Dr. Fate nodded and channeled all of his magical energies into Zatanna's form. Ordinarily, Zatanna's spells would fade in time but with Fate boosting her, all of the spells she cast would remain in place until she removed them.

"In fact, that goes for all aliens on this planet, got it?"

Zatanna nodded at him and adjusted the spell in her head, taking Fate's hand.

"!daetsni xes hguor gniyfsitas ylemertxe evah lliw evarglliK tespu ro truh dluow taht gnihtyna od ot tuoba htraE no sneila ynA"

The magic rippled across the planet Earth, affecting all non-native life forms, including a **** Power Girl . . .

***
Power Girl stood outside Naughty & Nice lingerie, dressed like a bimbo slut and smiling like an idiot even though she was terrified inside. Her supersenses picked up the low snoring of a hobo in a nearby alleyway and she glanced at a nearby digital clock display. It was 4:59 and in less than a minute, she'd have to either choose to give some homeless guy the titfuck of his life or die. If that emergency text number Batman had gave her for Oracle didn't pan out . . .

She heard the powerful roar of a motorcycle and her knees nearly buckled with relief as she a figure in blue and black spandex roaring up on a motorcycle - Nightwing. She never thought she'd be so relieved to see a former Robin. He pressed a button and his motorcycle helmet vanished, allowing her to see his face, jaw clearly dropped as he took in her outfit.

Luckily, Killgrave had said she couldn't speak to any of her "superfriends" without his permission but she knew for a fact that Nightwing had no superpowers and they weren't close, so that was a loophole she could exploit - to some degree anyway.

"P- Power Girl? Is that really you? People are saying you went crazy after stopping that Khund attack and that picture you sent- what the hell are you wearing?"

"I, like, need you to fuck my tits or I'll die!" she spat out hurriedly, with a giggle at the end that bordered on hysteria.

"Oooookay." Nightwing said with a confused smile, pressing a button to send his bike elsewhere on auto pilot as her grabbed her around the waist and shot a grappling hook up to the roof of the lingerie shop.

As they landed, Power Girl grimaced and recalled the exact words Killgrave had used. Technically, she could just make sure her breasts were "Wrapped around a cock" and stop after a brief tit squeeze without further humiliation. Working around the no talking and act like a bimbo rules wouldn't be impossible but once Nightwing took her somewhere else, she'd be safe and could figure-

She was startled as Nightwing roughly pushed her to her knees and unzipped his fly, unleashing an impressively thick, 10" cock that was already semi-hard, a cruel smirk on his handsome face. He casually reached down, grabbed and then yanked her pink tube top down to her waist, unleashing her tits. He pressed a button on his mask.

"No, Oracle, that wasn't her, just some hooker. Going radio silent for a bit. OK, slut, let's fuck those huge tits of yours. God, I've been dreaming of this for years, you fucking tease."

Although shocked by his tone, the clock began to ring five and so she leaned in and squeezed her tits against his cock, thinking she'd stop . . . then to her shock, she kept going. Slowly, she slid his cock up and down between her sweaty tits, feeling it get harder, feeling her tits tingle with pleasure like they never had before. Why did it feel so good? She then popped it out of her cleavage and slowly enveloped as much of it in her mouth as she could. Even though they were on a rooftop, where people might see, she couldn't stop herself. Distantly in her mind, alarm bells rang but suddenly, this cute stud with a big thick cock fucking her hard seemed like the only thing that mattered. She reached around and gave his cute, tight ass a hard squeeze, sucking his dick eagerly. She was sucking dick's dick, she thought with a giggle in her head, just like some actual bimbo slut. But she wasn't, was she? Why was her pussy suddenly so sopping wet? She'd just been fucked, like, 10 minutes ago.

Nightwing groaned at her deep throating, but then grabbed her short blonde hair tightly and pulled her off . . . and she let him, shuddering at the rough treatment. She'd never liked having her hair pulled before but somehow it felt so right. She could always just, like, blame Killgrave afterwards, she thought dreamily, let this hot stud fuck her hard, it wouldn't be her fault at all. Just fuck her so hard, like the bimbo she was. Was like. Wasn't? Why was it so hard to think? Hard, like that hard cock in front of her. She giggled.

"Enough of that. You want me to fuck those tits, right? That's why you wasted my time, you fucking tease, to finally get your huge slut tits fucked?"

"Uh-huh! I, like, totally want you to fuck my titties!" she chirped in what she thought was her best bimbo voice, as she slid a hand between the fabric of her pink vinyl hot pants to rub her hot pussy.

"Good. Get ready, you fucking slut, I'm going to fuck them and then finish all over them . . . just like you want. Fucking lying tease, pretending you weren't just some dumb bimbo slut with tits like those hanging out of your slut costume all the time."

Distantly, she knew she should protest. None of that was the truth . . . but stopping would mean she wouldn't get a good, hard fuck. And suddenly, she needed Dick's dick. More than anything.

She giggled instead.

"Like, fuck my titties!" she panted eagerly, squeezing and fondling her melons with one hand while working her pussy with the other. All thoughts vanished. All that mattered was getting fucked. "Fuck my pussy too! Just, like, fuck me! Fuck me like a bimbo slut!"

Nightwing needed no more encouragement. He slammed his thick cockmeat inbetween her tits as she bent way back, sliding up and down the canyon of her sweaty cleavage. She slid her right hand out of her shorts reluctantly to help squeeze her titflesh together and give him a proper titfucking, licking the head of his cock every time it popped from between her boobs.

"Say it!" Nightwing groaned. "Say you're just a big boobed slut!

"Ooh, I'm just a big boobed slut!" Lick "I'm a dumb bimbo slut with huge boobies!" Lick "I'm just a big titty whore!" Lick

He grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing and mauling them as he fucked them . . . and it felt amazing. Somehow, her breasts were radiating pleasure like never before, like the big cock between them was magical. Like she was every inch a bimbo from some porno, whose clit somehow located was in her huge fake tits. Oh, fuck, it felt so good to be a bimbo! She felt herself about to cum.

"I'm- I'M a big- BIG BOOBED BIMBO SLUUUUUUUUUT!" she screamed, cumming hard as Nightwing also came, covering her face and tits in ropes of jism.

"Huhhn! Hnggh! Fuck! Fucking whore! Fucking bimbo slut! Always knew you'd cum from just having your dumb, huge boobs fucked." Nightwing finished, panting, leaning against a nearby air conditioning unit for support, as Karen just stayed on her knees, covered in his cum.

After a few moments of panting and incredible afterglow, they both snapped back to themselves.

Nightwing stuffed himself back into his pants, blushing furiously while Karen shakily stood up from her kneeling position, unable to stop cycling through feeling furious at being degraded like that, confused and ashamedly amazing from the powerful orgasm she'd just had.

"I'm sorry- I don't- I would never-" Dick stammered, clearly embarrassed, then seemed to address the air. "No, Oracle, I'm fine- I just-"

She struggled to pull her tube top back on and moved to go try and get his communicator so she could maybe just explain, not that she fully understood what was happening herself-

Only for a switch to flip in her head as she reached for his belt.

His hand grabbed her wrist roughly and he spoke in a cold, clipped fashion and she gasped.

"Oracle, don't worry, it was a false alarm. She's not even here. I've got everything under control. Nightwing out."

He yanked her arm and pulled her in tightly, making her gasp with pleasure as her supersensitive breasts rubbed against his chest. That distant feeling that something was wrong came again . . . but her pussy was so hot. So needy. She felt her brain shut off and her entire body start to radiate pleasure. Karen knew she was about to get fucked good and hard. She reached down and pulled his stiffening cock back out of his pants with a giggle.

"Like I was saying, I'd never stop with just those huge tits of yours!" he growled "I'm going to fuck you raw! Your tits, your pussy, your ass - all of it!"

She kissed him roughly and felt him yanking off her vinyl hotpants, then spanking her ass, making her groan in delight. Fuck, this was making her so wet!

"Of course, a fucking big titted slut like you doesn't wear panties. Nasty whore. Keep the heels. Bimbo whores like you look better in heels."

He shoved her away roughly and yanked her tube top back down again, before shoving her to the ground, where she landed spread eagle on the rooftop, grinning eagerly.

"Get ready to get fucked, you fucking bimbo slut!" he growled, fully erect again