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WARNING: Due to the NSFW, cringe content of this fan fic, it should not be read by anyone.

Night time Metropolis. 

A glowing neon sign atop the entrance to a casino hotel reads “The Amazing Zatara”. This is where the magician super hero Zatanna Zatara, and her father, Giovanni Zatara, take residency and perform their magic shows.

Karen, AKA Bumblebee, knocks on Zatanna’s dressing room. No one answers. 

KAREN

Uh Zee? I got your text, and came as soon as I could.

Y-you said it was an emergency? 

Karen turns the door handle; it’s not locked. She opens the door, and peeks her head in.

KAREN

Zee? H-hello?

Karen walks in very nervous. *CRACK*

KAREN

Gah! Huh?

Karen looks down; she stepped on lipstick. The floor is littered with powder mirror cases, and make up items. They were knocked off the dressing table with a vanity mirror. A corner of the mirror has a photo tucked in of a younger Zee and her dad when they started out performing, and traveling.

Something massive approaches Karen from behind, casting a huge looming shadow over her. Karen trembles, and closes her eyes.

KAREN

( Whispering )

Please don’t be a monster. 

Please don’t be a monster. 

Please don’t be a-

*BOING*

A jiggling pair of bippity boppity boobs rests atop Karen's head, and blocks her vision. They are barely contained within a black vest and white undershirt, and are bigger than Karen’s head.

KAREN

...Eh?

ZATANNA

Phew! Can I rest my

mommy milkers on you for a bit? 

They’re just sooooooo heavy.

Zee stood behind Karen with tired eyes. She was sweating and cupping her SLOSHING breasts to keep her balance. Karen’s mouth was agape. Her face blushing, and sweating from the lewdness of the situation. 

Before Karen could even say a word, *FWOOMP*, Zee’s magician mammaries doubled in size, stretching her clothes, and causing small rips in the fabric. The extra weight pushed the burdensome boobage further down on Karen, shoving her whole head between the under cleavage. 

ZATANNA

Oh, sorry Karen. I forgot to mention. 

They won’t stop growing, and I lost my wand.

KAREN

Mmmphh! Mmrphmph!

Karen's face was getting squeezed from all sides. She tried desperately to pull her head out, but unfortunately, Zee's growing mounds of flesh had a tight grip on her. The steamy heat from the magician’s warm bosom wasn’t making it easier.

ZATANNA

( Groans ) 

That’s the last time I try an untested

growth spell minutes before daddy’s performance. 

I figured if I exaggerate my makeup to look fabulous

from afar, why not exaggerate…other assets? But 

I didn’t want to become two beach balls with legs attached!

After a few more tugs, Karen manages to pop her head out. She panted heavily, finally able to breath. She crawled out from underneath Zee's meat mountains.

Karen was soaked in sweat, mostly Zatanna’s breast sweat. She shivered from the ickiness, and wiped her brow. She wringed her bee-striped sweater to squeeze out the perspiring liquid.

ZATANNA

Karen, you have to help me find my wand.

It’s the only way to reverse the spell.

KAREN

Well, w-w-where did you lose it?

ZATANNA 

It has to be in this room. I tried looking for it, but I can't

even find my own feet without these wrecking balls getting

in the way, and knocking over every-

*FWOOMP* Zee’s endowments expand once more, and tear open her vest. A button flies off and hits Karen in the forehead. 

KAREN

Ow!

ZATANNA

Sorry!

Bits of skin escape through holes on Zee's undershirt like tightly pressed marshmallows. There’s a growing hole on her shirt exposing tons of cleavage. 

ZATANNA

( Moans ) 

Karen, I don’t know how much longer

my clothes will hold. Hurry!

Karen gets a determined look on her face. 

KAREN 

You can count on me, Zee!

Karen pulls her honeycomb shape necklace from her sweater to activate her Bumblebee super suit. The armor parts fly in, and wrap around her body piece by piece. Her bee wings grow out her back, and she puts on her helmet. 

KAREN

Breast do this!

I-I-I mean let’s boob this! 

Uh I-I-I mean let’s do tit-

ZATANNA

( Annoyed )

Just find my wand!!!

KAREN

Eep!

Karen shrinks down, and flies around the dressing room. She checks among the beauty products on the floor.

KAREN

Not here!

She flies into Zee's magician hat. Karen then magically pops her head from Zee’s cleavage.

KAREN

Nope!

She struggles for a bit, but manages to squeeze out.

She flies over to the two rabbits in cages, Blackberry Hazel von Owsla III and Dandelion Pipkin de Hyzenthlay.

KAREN

Have you two seen a wand?!

The rabbits shrug.

*FWOOMP* Zee’s tiddies continue to grow and slosh around like water balloons. The undershirt rips at the seams. The sleeves tear off, leaving what’s left as a torn tube top barely covering the nipple areas.

ZATANNA

( Groans ) 

Can't. Hold. On. Much. Longer!

Karen flies down and looks beneath the dressing table. Under the table there are dust bunnies, a moldy piece of donut, a Burrito Bucket coupon, and ZATANNA’S WAND.

KAREN 

Ah-ha!

Karen flies under the table. 

*FWOOMP* The last thin piece of fabric clinging to Zee SNAPS, and exposing her bouncing bazongas. The ballooning magician looses her balance. 

ZATANNA

Oh no! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Karen flies out from under the dressing table, pulling out the wand. Zee falls down.

KAREN

Tatas! Uh I mean ta-daaaaoooh my gosh.

Zee's milk wagons PLOP down on the floor, squashing Karen, and the wand. The dressing room shakes from the impact. Zee is unable to move or stand due to the weight of the her icebergs, now tightly pressed between the dressing room walls.

ZATANNA

Karen? Are you okay down there!

KAREN

Mmmrpheah!

Poor, shrunken Karen is pinned and flattened to the floor by Zee's shoulder boulders.

ZATANNA

( SIGH ) 

In hindsight, I probably should have texted Kara.

You know, super strength and all that?

Oh well, at least they stopped growing.

Zatanna notices the sound of liquid droplets. She gets a worried look.

ZATANNA

Karen……do you hear leaking?

KAREN

Mmmmuh oh! 

The entire casino building shakes and gallons of MILK explode out of every window, and doorway.

We hear two screams from within the milk drenched building.

GIOVANNI

Zatannaaa!!!

ZATANNA 

Sorry, daddy!