Let's Be Batman

"Please, don't touch it," Tommy begged, shielding himself from Batgirl.

"Jesus, that doesn't look good," Batgirl whispered. She stared at Tommy's dick and, for the first time, it wasn't with lust. Tommy's dick was frostbitten from his encounter with Killer Frost days before and had turned a deep purple. He was worried that it might peel or, worse, fall off. He had been privately freaking out before Batgirl had returned from her trip to Bludhaven. He knew there was no way to hide it so he had told her the truth about what happened.

"So Mr. Freeze did this to you?" Batgirl asked, her brow furrowed.

"Yeah, Mr. Freeze," Tommy nodded.

Batgirl thought hard. "Because I've seen what Mr. Freeze does to people and it's bad but not quite THIS bad. And usually doesn't it require direct contact...?"

"No, apparently not," Tommy said. "I was able to capture him but this lingered. Maybe it's special ice or something."

"Special... ice...?" Batgirl asked. She was even more confused.

Tommy quickly moved on. "So anyway, what do I do? Is there a special Bat-doctor I should see? Please don't say Alfred, I don't want to show him my dick."

Batgirl shook her head. "No, don't see a doctor. I know someone better. Let me make a call."

Picking up a phone that Tommy had always been afraid to touch, Batgirl made a call. Tommy could only hear one end of the call.

"Hey, Zee... No, it's Barbara... Yeah, he's fine. He just has a little, well, not so little problem... No, not life-threatening... You are? That's great!... He hasn't really had time to check his messages recently... Yeah, I'll have him meet you after your show. Thanks!"

Batgirl hung up the phone and started scribbling something down on a slip of paper. "You're in luck, she's actually headed to Gotham tonight for a gig. Meet her at the Old Royal Theatre at about 11:30 tonight, her show should be done by then. You'll have to sneak in and make your way to her dressing room."

"Okay," Tommy replied. "...Wait, who am I meeting?"

"Her name is Zatanna. She's a magician," Batgirl told him.

Now it was Tommy's turn to look confused. "You mean she's like a sorcerer or a wizard or something?"

"Well... kinda," Batgirl replied. She typed into the Batcave computer and brought up a webpage. Tommy gaped.

"You'll Never Forget Your Night With The Mesmerizing Zatanna," the header boasted. Looking at the picture underneath, Tommy could see why. Zatanna was a gorgeous raven-haired woman, with beautiful blue eyes that seemed to stare directly into yours. She was smiling widely, her pearly white teeth exposed through bright red lips. Her smile was dazzling, seemingly beckoning you closer. She was wearing a tuxedo vest but nothing underneath; her ample breasts peeked tantalizingly from the top of the vest. A top hat, a tuxedo jacket and hot pants covered the rest of her. Fishnet stockings ran up her legs. She was leaning towards the camera with one finger beckoning. It was hypnotic.

Tommy stared and then winced. He subtly adjusted himself, gingerly moving his injured but still operational dick.

Batgirl noticed the way Tommy was staring at Zatanna and quickly shut the browser. "So listen," She began, "Zatanna is one of Bruce's oldest friends. She knows almost everything about him. You CAN NOT let her know that you aren't Bruce. He didn't tell anyone he was going on this secret mission for a reason and we can't risk letting his secret get out."

Tommy nodded. "Got it."

Batgirl's eyes narrowed. "And you can't do anything with her."

Tommy looked at her innocently. "Whatever do you mean?"

Batgirl stared at him.

"Okay, okay," Tommy gave in, "I won't."

Batgirl eyed him skeptically. "Alright, you better get going if you want to meet her."

***

Tommy sat in Zatanna's dressing room, twiddling his thumbs. There wasn't anything quite so ridiculous as being dressed as Batman when you were just sitting around, he thought. He sat on a highchair, the type that a director would use, with one leg crossed over the other. He was trying as hard as he could to let nothing move his dick. He was sitting next to her make-up desk and the bright lights reflected his ludicrousness in the mirror.

Through the door, he could hear raucous applause. Tommy continued to wait and thought it odd that one of the most powerful magic beings in the universe apparently liked to perform as a stage magician. The room had some of the accoutrements you would expect a stage magician to have: a bunny in the corner, some wands scattered here and there, assorted stacks of cards. You would never guess that a powerful being was at work here.

Tommy continued to wait. The show was over but apparently Zatanna had been delayed. Tommy twiddled his thumbs, just to see if that was a thing people actually did. It wasn't very much fun.

Finally, Tommy could hear a din of voices getting closer. Tommy raced over to a closet and stepped inside. Leaving it open just a hair, he could barely make out a tall figure entering the room. She was leaning over, talking to someone through the door. She kissed them on the cheek. As she did, Tommy checked out her ass. He grabbed his dick in pain.

Zatanna closed the door and turned around. Depositing a large pile of roses on a nearby table, she called out, "Bruce?"

Tommy stepped out of the closet. "Hello," he said neighborly.

"Bruce!" Zatanna cried out. She bounded over to Tommy and gave him a big hug. Her breasts pushed up against him.

"Ah!" He spontaneously cried out. Zatanna jumped back and looked at him with concern.

"Are you hurt? Batgirl mentioned something was wrong and-"

"No, I'm okay," Tommy said. "Just in a little bit of pain."

"Bruce," Zatanna chastised, "What's wrong? And why's your voice sound funny? You can tell me anything, you know that."

Tommy made his way over back to the make-up table and took a seat. He cleared his throat. "I have a small cold, I think. My problem is that I had a little run-in with Mr. Freeze and have a certain condition now that Bat... Barbara thought you could help me with. I didn't want to bother you but..."

Zatanna laughed, throwing her head up into the air. "Oh Bruce," She said, "You know you're never a bother. Show me your injury and let me see what I can do."

As she said that, Zatanna held her hands behind her an held her head high. She shouted, "Hatpot dna taoc yawa!" and both her jacket and hat flew off her head, landing on the coat rack near the door. Tommy noticed that her breasts weren't just bursting out of the top of her vest but also the sides. He cleared his throat again, covering up his groan.

Tommy began to show Zatanna his injury but faltered. He remembered what Barbara had said. "Are you sure you need to see it? I mean, it's in kind of a sensitive area. I don't want to shock you."

Zatanna thought for a moment and then her eyes went wide. "You mean... oh. Oh!" Then she laughed again. Somehow she was sexier when she laughed, Tommy thought. "Bruce, I don't think there's any part of you that I haven't seen before."

Tommy was surprised at this; apparently the original Batman wasn't a monk like everyone thought. Tommy got off the chair, turned himself to the side, and shimmied off the bottoms of his suit down to his knees. Then he slowly turned and faced Zatanna.

"Yikes," She said, her hand shooting up to her mouth. She stared at it. "It looks like it's... frostbitten? But it's also swollen, much larger than normal. Does that happen during frostbite?"

Tommy tried not to smile. "Uh yeah, I think I heard that somewhere."

Zatanna continued to stare. She seemed to be lost in thought. "Oh right, we need to fix it," She muttered to herself, suddenly snapping herself out of her daze. She opened up an old steamer trunk and pulled out of it a thick leather-bound book. It looked incredibly ancient. Opening it, Zatanna began to search for a spell.

"So, let's see here... warming spell won't heal the injury... general healing spell? No, we need to be careful with that area..." She flipped pages, scanning quickly.

Tommy stood uncomfortably. Apparently there WAS one more activity more ridiculous than sitting in a brightly-lit room while dressed as Batman and it was standing in a brightly-lit room while dressed as Batman with your dick out.

"You know what," Zatanna said, looking up and then down at Tommy's dick. She spoke to it, not him. "Maybe we can look through my father's old spells. He might have some gender-specific spells for a... situation like this." Zatanna put her book away and grabbed an older, even thicker book. She flipped to the back.

"A-ha!" She exclaimed. "Here we go: 'This spell will make your penis better than new and take a real load off your mind!' Sounds like just what we need."

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. Zatanna continued.

"It's funny... this spell isn't listed under healing spells. It's in some section that I haven't used before. Oh well, I'm sure it's fine."

"Ok," Tommy replied, anxious to get on with it. "I'll just stand here and you do that thing I've seen you a bunch of times before."

Zatanna stood up straight and faced Tommy. She arced her back and closed her eyes; her breasts were severely testing the top button of her vest. Tommy gritted his teeth.

"Okay, here we go," Zatanna said. "Ekam siht ckoc retteb naht wen! Eraperp ti a evissam doal!"

Tommy felt a stirring in his groin. He looked down and saw a pale blue light envelop his dick. Before his eyes, the frostbite slowly went away and his cock returned to normal. Better than normal; Tommy wasn't sure but it seemed to him that his cock was thicker than before.

Zatanna eyed his dick. She licked her lips and then spoke. "Huh, it appears that the spell cured your frostbite but didn't fix the swelling. Let me look for a different spell." She returned to her father's book.

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice not to have a horrible sensation on his dick every time he moved. In fact, his dick was feeling great. Tommy closed his eyes and admired the sensation.

Gradually, Tommy noticed that his dick was feeling a little TOO good. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down.

"Uh, Zee..." He said quietly. Zatanna starting speaking as she looked up.

"Haven't seen anything about swelling ye..."

Her voice trailed off as she saw what was happening to Tommy's dick. It was expanding, slowly being filled with blood, getting larger and larger. To Tommy it seemed larger than normal, filling so full of blood that it became stiff as a board. His balls filled too, becoming double their normal size. Tommy began to feel pain.

"Oh shit," He groaned, doubling over and falling into the director's chair. His cock felt so warm and full that it felt like it would burst. His balls ached terribly; it was the worst case of blue balls Tommy had ever had. He groaned and collapsed into the chair.

"Oh no," Zatanna whispered, quickly rifling through her book to find some sort of spell to reverse Tommy's condition. She tried several in rapid succession.

"Tcerenu!"

"Nenfos!"

"Msagor!"

None of the seemed to work. Whatever magic her father had written down was very powerful. She seemed at a loss for what to do.

Tommy, meanwhile, was in agony. His cock quivered and his balls continued to fill. He thought he might cry.

"I'm dying," He said softly, his arms clasped to the sides of Zatanna's director's chair. His eyes were closed tight, trying to cope with the pain.

As he did, he heard Zatanna say, "Well, I guess there's one thing we can try," but he didn't pay any attention to it. All his focus was on the pain in his groin.

Tommy suddenly felt hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him straight up. He strained to his open his eyes and saw Zatanna in front of him. She was trying to smile sweetly but Tommy could see the concern on her face.

"Don't be alarmed, Bruce. This is the only thing that I think we'll work," Zatanna said, looking him in the eye. With that, she brought her hand down to his dick and started lightly stroking it.

Tommy immediately groaned. "What... what are you doing?"

"I think the spell will end as soon as you... you know..." Zatanna said. She was bent over, her long legs straight. Her face was close to Tommy's, one hand on the arm of the chair while the other dropped down and was jerking his cock. Tommy breathed heavily.

"Does that feel better?" Zatanna asked. A strand of hair had fallen in her face.

Tommy tried to comprehend the sensations in his dick. "Y-yeah, actually," He said, surprised. His dick did, in fact, feel better.

"Good," Zatanna told him, picking up her pace. She looked down at Tommy's dick as she jerked it, her hand grasped tightly just below his head. She was pumping up and down quickly, turning the head of his dick even redder with blood. Tommy looked down Zatanna's vest and watched her breasts jiggle wonderfully with every pump of her hand. He groaned harder.

Zatanna slowed her pace for a second, just long enough for her to lean down and spit onto Tommy's dick. She quickly moved her hand up to it, moistening his cock with her saliva. Then she began jerking him quickly once again. Tommy caught his breath before sighing heavily. He pushed himself deeper into the seat of the chair. His cock was so hard.

"Just like old times, eh Bruce?" Zatanna said, smiling. Tommy's cock was slick with her spit and Zatanna was now moving her hand in long strokes, from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head. She was still holding him tight but would loosen her grip as she reached his head; her long black fingernails would graze Tommy's head, making him quiver.

While Zatanna jerked him, she said, "Nottubnu!" Her vest popped open, freeing her enormous breasts from their prison. Tommy gaped at them; Zatanna noticed and smiled again. Tommy thought it funny that Zatanna could probably cast a thousand spells that defied imagination but the most amazing thing about her was her tits.

Tommy's enjoyment was interrupted by a sharp pang in his balls that caused him to moan in pain. He glanced down and noted that his balls were still large and seemed to be getting larger.

"This isn't going fast enough," Zatanna said worriedly. Tommy took it upon himself to rectify that. He stood up from the chair and bent Zatanna over it. Stepping behind her, he quickly yanked down her hot pants to her ankles. He ripped at her fishnets, easily tearing them to create a hole. He positioned himself.

"Bruce, what are you... oh BRUCE!" Zatanna exclaimed, throwing herself into the seat of the chair as Tommy's cock pierced her pussy. If Tommy hadn't been holding her by the hips he thought she would have fallen to the ground. She began to regain her balance while Tommy started pushing his way deeper inside.

Tommy had been so distracted by Zatanna's tits that he hadn't really been able to admire her ass. Now, as he admired the way the fishnets strained over her ass before descending down her long, straight legs, he thought he might lose it instantly. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping tightly to her. He thrusted hard and brought his cock out slowly. He worried if he thrust too fast too soon he might cum.

Zatanna was moaning something that Tommy couldn't understand. He wasn't sure if it was another language or a spell or what. Not that he particularly cared; all that he cared about was the tight sensation around his cock.

Tommy had worked himself in deeply and had adjusted to Zatanna's tight pussy. Now he began to thrust, sending her head back and her hands clasped to the backing of the chair. Tommy's balls swayed heavily as he fucked the magician.

Tommy grabbed one of Zatanna's legs and moved it up to the chair, her long leg stretching out to the side. It gave Tommy a great view of her ass as it squeezed itself tight AND allowed him to fuck harder. He began to pound Zatanna's pussy, his hands reaching around and massaging her perfect tits.

"Wow, Bruce, you've...uh... never lasted this long before," Zatanna asked Tommy without stopping her thrusting around his dick. Tommy was offended before he remembered that she wasn't speaking to him. Deep down, he was happy that he apparently had one thing on the real Batman.

"Must be the spell," Tommy grunted, grabbing Zatanna by the shoulder with one arm while the other stayed fast to her breast. He was deep inside her now, his balls slapping against her clit while he drilled her. She seemed to like it.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," Zatanna growled from her throat. Her long leg stuck out to the side started to shake, her ass jiggling from the motion. Tommy knew she might cum soon. He redoubled his movement, pounding her roughly. His hand shot from her breast to her pussy and he furiously rubbed her clit.

Zatanna's pitch got higher and she buried her head into the seat of the chair. Tommy's cock was drilling her while she worked her pussy. Finally the shaking transferred from her leg to her whole body, the orgasm rippling through her. She began to shout.

"Yfisnetfi! Yfisnetfi! Yfisnetfi!" Whatever she yelled caused her body to convulse violently, her hips thrusting back against Tommy's dick. One hand shot to her mouth and she bit it, trying to either stifle her noise or prevent herself from accidentally swallowing her tongue.

Tommy helped matters by shoving his cock as deep as he could go inside Zatanna and then holding it there during the length of her orgasm. She screamed louder and her body convulsed. Finally, Tommy pulled out. He hadn't realized that he was the only thing holding Zatanna up was his dick and when he pulled out she tumbled forward, sending herself and the director's chair hurtling to the floor. She lied there for a moment, her body twitching involuntarily.

"Are you... are you okay?" Tommy asked nervously. He hoped she wasn't hurt. Zatanna didn't respond; instead, she quickly scrambled herself back up to her knees, quickly took off her vest and threw herself at Tommy's cock.

She moaned as she took him in her mouth, her bright red lips wrapping around the head of his dick. Her tongue thrashed wildly around his tip while her hand started stroking up and down furiously on his cock. Her pussy juices made him slick and wet and she was able to jerk him easily.

Tommy looked down, wondering who this woman was. Before she had seemed so polished, so sure of herself, someone who had everything figured out. Now, her cheeks red and her eyes filled with lust, she seemed like someone else entirely. Tommy liked it.

Zatanna whispered, "I love your new cock," to Tommy and looked up at him while she sucked his dick. Their eyes held, Zatanna never once breaking eye contact as she bobbed her head on his cock. She saw that he was barely holding on, popped his cock out of her mouth and smiled. It was that same mesmerizing, wonderful smile that Tommy had seen on her webpage, except this time her hair was wild and her mouth was covered in her own juices and spit.

"I... I think I'm going to cum," Tommy whispered. The batter in his balls was rising up and Tommy could feel himself getting ready to explode. It wasn't until now that he wondered how big his load would be.

Zatanna kept stroking Tommy's dick and began to look around. "Okay, we should probably find a trash can or a bucket or somethi- AHHHH!!"

Tommy was cumming. A lot. His semen exploded out of him in streams. The first hit Zatanna right in the nape of the neck, sending cum dribbling down her tits. She screamed in surprise and put up her hands but it was no use against the volume Tommy was shooting of his cock.

Tommy grabbed his cock and started jerking it, too wrapped in his own intense orgasm to show concern for anything else. He had never had an orgasm like it. It felt like he was flying, each eruption from his cock sending him higher and higher.

Zatanna, meanwhile, was getting drenched. Tommy's cum was shooting higher now, the initial part shooting over her head and onto her makeup table. The rest of his rope hit her from head to navel. Some fell into her open mouth, stifling her shout. Her eyes shut tight as strings of cum laid over them. Zatanna stopped screaming and resigned herself to her fate. She waited for Tommy to stop.