One by one, the villains came on her and vanished. Her body was absolutely drenched in jiz, cum, and milk, and she only wanted more. She wanted to be used, to be abused, to do anything, anytime, with anyone. Even--
Zatanna realized that she was nearly alone in the room. It was her, her Mistress, and the man she was sucking off.
Her father. Here, alive, and fucking her face, sending load after load down her throat.
She loved it. She wished her mother was there, too, to lap her cunt as she was fucked up the ass by her father. As she continued sucking her father's dick down her throat, she heard him say, "Stit erom worg rethgaud." She moaned, even before the spell
took hold. Beneath her already ample breasts, another pair grew, and when they were the same size as the original, all four grew even larger, until they brushed the ground as she crouched. No normal bra would ever do again.
And Mistress smiled...