Pillow 12 - Bat-boobs Returns

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“This is so bonkers!” Zatanna protested whilst stumbling around the dark backstage area of her theatre.

She had to use both hands to support the weight of her massive back breaking boobs, two dangling, milk leaking heavy, meaty orbs that hung free from her topless chest. Every step in the search for a seat made her moan and bite her lips, an intense hot blush adorning her face.

“Hmmmph!” her fingers slipped around the so very thick nipples. “For all the magic winds...!”

Pure raw pleasure.

Her butt finally met a seat, a small stool in a corner and when she finally sat down the motion made milk spill all over her thighs.

“NAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The usually so respectable super-heroine made a face more worthy of hentai than of a superhero tale. Zatanna had dealt with something like this only twice before and this was the first time she was feeling it in her own flesh. Slowing her breathing she closed her eyes.

“Concentrate... Calm down... Stop... rubbing the nipples...”

She couldn’t stop, but managed to focus her mind just enough to think.

As far as she knew the extra pounds in her breasts were once Bruce Wayne, best detective in the world, the Dark Knight.

Batman.

“Bat-tits...!” she mumbled, biting her lips.

Despite how many times she had warned him not to, the Batman had sneaked into one of her sanctuaries, triggered a magic trap and ended up becoming her milkers whilst she was in the middle of one of her magic shows.

It had been quite the spectacular performance of bizarrely lewd public self-humiliation, but, she had to admit, it also had been way better than the finale she had had in mind for that night’s show.

But she might be thinking that because right now she was hornier than an oven.

“You can do it Zatanna... You can do it...!”

With those words of self-encouragement she began to fondle those thick nipples.

Her pussy munched her panties.

Her legs crossed themselves .

“Niiiiiiiiiigh... So intense...” gasping and moaning. “Goddamn you Bruce, I should leave you like this for being such an intrusive prick...!”

The rubbing of her stiff nipples progressed rapidly, drops of warm milk began to leak out of the pink pores, sliding onto her fingers. The squishy echoes filled the dark backstage area.

“Just a bunch of boob fat... That’s what you deserve... Nghh! You tit-headed moron...! Nothing but pounds of weight in my breasts... Aaaaaah!”

She bit her lips again.

The flow of magic reached Zatanna’s just as she opened her eyes, glowing energy sparkling in her pupils, changing from bluish white to a bright pink as she reinforced her powers from the sexual heat. With lots of effort and a lot more breast massage,  she formed the mental image of a puddle of milk inside her mind. With all her will she began to pull from that puddle and from the puddle slowly emerged a shape.

Inch at inch an erect phallus emerged.

“Absolute creep...! You are turned on by this?” moaned the magician. “I am...”

As Batman’s erection was sculpted in milk, the drops leaking from her nipples in the material world began to fly and merge, forming a liquid floating mass in front of Zatanna that kept growing in size as the perverted ritual of restoration progressed.

Like a crumbling Greek statue a fit man began to rise from the depths of the imaginary milky puddle.

Zatanna groaned loudly.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...!”

Her mind overflowed with pleasure.

The orb of milk continued to grow in the air, spinning around upon itself, the seemingly inexhaustible stream of warm white liquid pouring out of her nipples never stopping.

Nails pressed into the tender skin, her fingers squeeze gaining strength along with the glow in her eyes. Gradually, but so slowly it was hard to notice, the mass of the breasts began to decrease slightly.

But plenty of boob meat remained in Zatanna’s hands.

She pulled her nipples, massaged the skin, and felt intense sexual pleasure beyond the simple worldly pleasure of the flesh.

Magically empowered pleasure.

A mind-breaking experience.

The echoes of Zatanna’s moans and the glow in her eyes intensified to their maximum. In the air the rotating orb of milk began to acquire shape and form.

Muscles, limbs, a groaning head and pulsating erection...

Man and magician reach orgasm at the exact same second, in an explosion of cum and lactose. Inside Zatanna’s mind the sculpture of milk imploded leaving only an intense and lewd joy.

Outside it, from what was no longer an orb of milk, dropped Bruce Wayne, although naked and completely coated in milk the knight managed to achieve the perfect superhero landing despite the less than flattering circumstances. Both heroes gasped, twitching from their orgasms without saying anything for a couple of minutes.

Zatanna’s breasts had decreased to a more manageable size, but remained clearly enhanced by the bizarre experience. She remained in her seat, her trembling legs covered in her own juices as she slowly rubbed her naked breasts enjoying the passing of the pleasure.

Batman began to stand up.

“You...” he muttered, droplets of milk falling from seemingly every inch of his skin.

Before he could say anything more Zatanna raised a finger, a portal opened, from which a cape and other superhero’s attire and gadgets flew, hitting Batman’s face directly.

“You trashy, rich creepo...” Zatanna mumbled coldly.

Bruce managed to grab his suit and equipment before they dropped to the floor, his superhero uniform summoned directly from the magician’s clock tower sanctuary, the sperm stains in the crotch area now cold.

The tense, awkward silence dominated the scene for a few more minutes whilst Batman put on his dirty sticky pants.

“What...” he began to say.before being interrupted by the magician once more.

“I have told you fifty seven times not to stick your bat-nose into my business without permission.”

“I needed your help.”

“Don’t you have a bat-phone?”

“You didn’t pick up.”

“I was in the middle of a show,” Zatanna crossed her arms firmly under her breasts. “And you don’t have the right to invite yourself into other people's houses.”

Another moment of awkward silence.

“What was...” Bruce scratched his head, his brain seemed to be vibrating inside his skull. “That...? What was...”

“A trap to catch flying rats.”

“Why would a trap...”

“You never respected magic, Bruce, and now magic has caught up with your arrogance and to be honest... I’m pretty tired right now, I need a shower and I’m pissed off with you, so you’d better leave before I do something worse to you...”

Batman blinked.

“Worse in which sense?”

“I’m not in the mood, creep!” the magician rubbed her forehead. “Look, I think your brain may be boobs now, so... Don’t touch women or...”

Bruce felt a twitch in his penis.

“Or?”

“You may relapse,” Zatanna said, yawning loudly, Batman tried to concentrate on the woman’s words, but his eyes seemed to be fixated on the perfect roundness of her tits and nipples. “So maybe take that into account for the next couple of days...? Maybe a week? A month at worse, just try not to tit yourself up again, because it’s not certain you could get milked out again...” Zatanna frowned and snapped her fingers to attract the man’s attention. “Did you understand what I just said?”

A confused Batman shook his head.

“Y-Yes...”

“Fantastic!” she pointed at the red stage curtains. “Now leave, using the door and if you need my aid, you call me, on the phone, like a normal person.”

Zatanna didn’t leave room for any counter-arguments, but Bruce stood there, looking at the curtains and then at the magician.

“Don’t you ever dare tell anybody about this.” he requested in what he tried to make a menacing tone.

“You are overestimating how scary a pair of fat milkers you are, Bat-boobs.”

Batman frowned with a shadow of anger across his face.

“Never...! To anybody...!”

The magician smirked.

“Tell what to who?”

Bruce stood there, pondering it for a few seconds, before he took a last glance at the heroine’s bust and chose to let her have the last word before starting to walk in the other direction.

“Careful! Don’t leave a mess of milk everywhere, you ungrateful idiot!” Zatanna shouted towards the Batman as he disappeared behind the red curtains.

She waited until she heard a door opening and closing. After a very tired roll of her eyes she looked down... and began to measure her improved boobage with her hands...

“There goes the smartest pair of tits in the world...” sighed the most powerful magician in the world, alone backstage.