Pillow 9 - Bat-boobs X

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The storm punished the rooftops mercilessly, the constant raindrops hitting the concrete and glass as hard as bullets, the lightning crossed the sky.

Batman flew between the buildings as Gotham city’s dark clouds remained illuminated.

In time with the thunder he landed on the next rooftop and kept running and jumping, a vigilant shadow determinedly moving towards his objective.

Disappearances had been on the rise for the last few weeks, not just citizens, villains and allies alike had gone missing, leaving behind little to no trace. After losing a member of the bat clan in one of those mysterious occurrences, the Dark Knight decided it was time to step into action.

There were no clues, no traces, just vague incoherent babbling from beaten goons. Whispers about an ominous menace lurking down every dark alley and twisting both wicked and righteous beyond reality.

Something far beyond comprehension.

Something esoteric and arcane.

The Batman knew what that meant: Magic.

He didn’t like magic... but he knew who could help...

Amongst the turrets and gargoyles of a church’s apparently abandoned clock tower. Batman swung through the air, climbing the wet brickwork of the west side easily using his clawed gauntlets until he reached the clock’s hands.

Batman put a hand on the face of the giant time measuring machine, nothing that could be seen by human eyes or even with the special vision filters of his cowl, but he knew from previous experience where to find the runes.

They glowed beneath his touch, they dematerialized the surface, with ninja expertise the detective sneaked into the darkness.

His cape opened like wings.

Gliding between massive gears he reached the floor.

Zatanna Zatara wasn’t at home, in fact the sanctuary seemed to have been unused for a while, dust had accumulated on the wooden floor and the many old tomes were all over the place, yet Batman kept advancing.

Several times before the magician had warned him to contact her before breaking into any of her domains, the Dark Knight had been trying to contact Zatanna for the past few weeks without success until his patience had run out.

He needed something - a lead and even if Zatanna wasn’t around he was sure something in that hideout would be able to help him.

Until his boot stepped onto the trap circle.

Quickly he pulled out the bat-claw and shot to escape, but the rope of the claw was cut in mid air by the magical force field.

And the tingle began to climb his skin from the tips of the toes.

Blasted by the incandescent energy surge the Batman’s first reaction was to fruitlessly punch the invisible wall.

The magical power inside the small enclosed space quickly grew in potency to the point where it became visible to the naked eye. It became harder and harder to move or even to breathe.

Not even his shouts were allowed to leave that arcane trap, the sharpest mind in the world thought of a million ways to escape from his impending doom... and none of them seem capable of helping him escape from the ordeal he had walked right into ...

A man that had always planned for everything just couldn’t have imagined this.

Nothing in his bat-belt could save him.

The electricity passed between his cells as his yelling became deafening, but the clock tower remained silent.

His throat hurt, his lungs burned, he couldn’t move and sweat dampened his skin.

Inside his mind any coherent thoughts were being replaced by something...

Something else...

Something that frightened him to the core, he had always put himself above such lewd thoughts, such perverted visions... tossing them away every time they came into his mind... but the flashing power from above was taking away all of his knowledge, all his memories and will and replacing them with a singular depraved thought.

Round and soft and bouncy.

An absolutely humiliating punishment for trespassers.

Lightning pierced his chest.

A wave of heat so strong that sweat became steam.

Unable to move he screamed, louder than ever, as inside his high tech suit his very erect penis came inside the bat-underwear.

Even if the last shouts of the man were never heard, the intensity of the light could have been seen from outside the tower for a brief instant, but nobody noticed it.

As powerfully as the energy had reached its peak, it abruptly ended, dispelled after its purpose had been achieved.

The trap runes vanished.

The Batman’s suit and cowl dropped, empty and steamy onto the floor, no trace of the man that had been wearing them other than the warm cum in the pants.

Excited claps, bright lights, Zatanna bowed to her public.

At her side were a pile of womanly clothes, from them a bunny jumped out and a young woman from the audience grabbed the furry creature that was her mother, giving the helpless critter a big hug.

More applause together with some cheering.

With her hands spread wide Zatanna straightened up from her bow with open arms, a radiant smile on her lips.

“Now! For tonight’s final trick...!”

The magician was halted right in the middle of her enthusiastic announcement, she had just felt a huge shower of magical power being dropped right on her.

A torrent of energy that made her freeze with the smile across her lips as it tangled with the core essence of her being... and made her pussy vibrate...

The push to her back that forced her to take a few steps towards the edge of the stage was sharp and sudden..

“Woah...!”

She waved her arms to maintain her balance and then hugged her sides.

“What... What the... Ngggggggggghhhhhhhh...”

Blushing fiercely she bit her lips at the sensation of the imminent change charging up in her chest. Very slowly, very gradually, she felt as the skin of her already desirable breasts began to stretch.

“Oh, oh, wankers...” she whispered as the feeling became one of sweet pleasure.

The resistance of her bra and corset was tested as the inflation progressed, she moaned and gasped impotently... and the public noticed the oddity...

They all kept watching, mesmerized,  at what they thought was the planned finale of the show. Some were very confused at the show of swelling breasts, others acquired vivid blushes on their cheeks.

Not only was her chest area increasing in mass, soft yielding flesh that kept stretching her skin, but it also was being filled by liquid.

Jiggling milk.

“GAH!” cried the helpless magician as inside her costume her bra strap snapped.

She could barely hold her tits in place, her nipples were enlarging along with everything else, thick and leaking. Tears appeared in the corners of Zatanna’s eyes as she realized what was going to happen and how little she could do to stop it even with all of her amazing powers.

“Oh, no...!”

With an even louder snap her boobs slid out from the fabric of her costume.

Free of restraint they bounced all around and above Zatanna’s arms as she was forced to bend even more because of their ever increasing weight.

Milk splashed the shocked crowd.

The bunny held by her daughter seemed outraged by that public indecency.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Zatanna’s moan was loud and clear as milk came out of her very thick nipples.

Flashes crossed her mind, ones trying to make her understand why she was suffering such an ordeal... others full of a restrained lewdness she had never known but which was now free and yet contained inside the domain of her body and self.

It didn’t make it any easier or less humiliating.

Large, veiny and milky, her tits hanging out.

Silence.

She clenched her lips.

“Heeeeeeeeem...” her eyes nervously look from one side to the other. “That was all!” she opened her arms wide pulling on all her talent as a show-woman. “Thanks for coming! Don’t forget to get a season ticket for the entire tour! The next show will be in Metropolis!”

Before any questions could be asked she clapped her hands, the curtain fell and behind it it was as if the stage on the other side didn’t exist.

Like magic.

“My back is gonna kill me...!” she cried.

Looking down at her enlarged breasts she resigned herself to cast a spell to make them less of a punishment on her spine.

“Dark spirits... and light ones too! Look at these things!” she gasped incredulously “They are... So big... So thick... How in the nine and one hells could this happen...” she rubbed the top of her tits... her whole body trembled... “Oh! Oooooohhh!”

Milk splashed onto the floor, her knees crossed.

“So... Sensitive...” Zatanna shook her head to focus.

A very particular image had crossed her mind as she came... that of a vanishing penis... She gulped...

The magician looked down at her massive milkers and asked in a shivering whisper.

“Bruce...?”