A swirl of smoke blew around the cave as the magic that had once filled her left her in an unusually enjoyable tingle. Even as her words shaped the magic, Zatanna played with the energy a little, just a bit, to further the tingle into a gentle caress. Heat quickly followed it, spreading out from her core.
The magic moved with her will, bending and shaping Bruce’s body into a new, feminine one. All ways but one.
Her energy reached out, gently cupping Bruce’s chest.Slowly, the magic massaged him, rubbing is way past his skin and deep beneath the very things that made him Bruce. Behind the muscles, the bones gave way to the tender touches of magic. The muscles softened, not enough to completely render him, er her weak, butt replaced by a thin layer of fat to hide what little strength he had. More importantly, the magic surrounded and swallowed his chest, sucking gently with each brush, pulling his muscles and fat outward even as the rest of his chest shrank.
As his chest became breasts with each suck and caress, the magic wrapped around his waist. Tighter and tighter, the magic distigrated a set of ribs in its way. With each crushing blow inward, Bruce’s hips began to flair outward. Through the smoke, the curves formed with an ass bubbling out along with his hips.
But before she could watch the rest of the change, the magic burned within her center, echoing out to her limbs in waves of pleasure. The heat grew and grew and grew inside of her. The magic flairred again, a burst of pressure from her pushed its way outward. She arched upward and tried to hold back the moan bubbling up to the surface.
The moan echoed through the chamber, but even through her own euphoria, she heard Bruce’s own climax coming closer and closer. Another burst and she nearly lifted herself off her toes. Almost as quickly as she felt it building to a burst, Bruce’s voice, now a soft husky thing rather than rough, deep cadence he previously possessed. Just the soft breaths pushed her over the edge.
The cave grew silent except for their deep breaths. The smoke and magic finally dissipated, clearing from around Bruce, or she should really call her Ginger.
In front of her, a girl stood straining the t-shirt she worenow as a dress and the sweatpants hung just off her hips. Thin arms wrappedthemselves around her tiny waist, hugging herself and seeming to hold the largebreasts up. As she looked up at Zatanna, the heat began to grow again at theintensity of Ginger’s eyes.
“Zee?” A breathy voice asked. It was light, airy, and such a strong contrast to his old one. “It work?” Zatanna nodded, though the question was kind of stupid. She hoped none of the man’s brains cells were lost in thisimage of a stripper, because there were few things others would think a womanlike this could do, except be a stripper.
Fiery red hair topped a nearly angelic face, and whereas before Bruce stood nearly a good six inches or more above her without heals,Ginger maybe was her height if she was lucky. The hair curled off her shouldersand Zatanna caught sight of it reaching down to her ass.
Every move Ginger made screamed sex, even the large tent in the sweatpants did not detract in any way.
“God I’m good.” Zatanna whispered once she regained her voice.