This was not what Robin meant when he told Zatanna he was breaking up with her so he could get more pussy. Robin had been dating the mistress of magic for a few weeks and they had not been fun. She liked to play games with him, which was all right with Robin most of the time except her games involved humiliation. She loved freezing him and treating him like a statue, getting off right in front of him as he was rendered paralyzed. She loved rubbing her butt in his face and farting all night at him. She loved using her magic to turn him into anything she pleased. When she had suggested that she turn Robin into a condom for her next orgy with the Wayne couple, Robin had dumped her ass. Not the best idea when dealing with all-powerful sorcerers.
He had no idea what happened next. Everything went dark and he remained completely paralyzed. When he had finally seen light again, he was looking at his mentors face as he was being lifted up. Robin had tried to scream for help, but no sound had come out of his mouth. He had no clue what was going on until he passed by a mirror and saw himself. He was a pair of panties! At least it was better then being a condom.
The shock of finding himself a pair of undergarments passed quickly and Robin was left with an impending sense of dread. He knew what was in store for him and he was not looking forward to it. He had always felt uncomfortable around Catwoman, especially now that she was married to the man Robin thought of as a father. When she came on to him it was like his step-mother was trying to get into his pants. He always worried that Batman wouldn’t like what he was doing with his wife. Now he was going to be plastered to as a pair of panties. This was going to be very uncomfortable.
Catwoman swung him around as she received him, admiring him like a fine piece of art. Robin had tried numerous time to inform Batman about his location, but he couldn’t hear him. Helpless, Catwoman and stepped into him and all Robin had see was her jiggling, cottage cheese thighs before finding his face pushed hard into her wet, throbbing cunt.
It was weird being panties. His head was on the inside of the crotch area and the rest of him was located on the back. He could feel the back of his body squeezed together between Catwoman’s huge, plush ass cheeks. The feeling of his whole body being squeezed together into almost a tight string wasn’t painful, but not to pleasant either.
His face pushed hard into her drooling cunt, her juices soaking into his fabric as he tried to pull away. It didn’t work and he was left stuck to Gotham cities fattest burglar. He was forced to smell Catwoman’s pussy and taste it too. He had no nose or mouth, but that didn’t seem to matter when magic was involved. Robin was trapped against Catwoman’s pussy for as long as she wore him.
Feeling very sour about the situation, Robin winced in his mind as he felt her ass cheeks grind his body down and her pussy rub across his face. That’s when he heard Catwoman say something that gave him hope.
“Bruce, fuck me please!”
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