Everyone froze as they stepped into Zatanna’s apartment and took in the sight of her. Sitting down on a couch was the mistress of magic, Zatanna, looking positively bored with a bucket of ice cream beside her. It wasn’t the lack of interest in the home invaders that made everyone pause, it was the condition the sorceress was in. Her uniform was still on, but her shirt had been unbuttoned to allow a her huge, bobbing belly to pool out onto her fishnet stocking legging. The belly twitched as it digested a meal that was still alive. Zatanna looked up at her guests, giving a slight frown at their arrival.

Slowly, she lumbered to her feet, her belly swinging as she moved. Stretching her turned joints, Zatanna stared crossly at the group of heros, super villains and plants. “About time you got here. I expected a visit from you last night, but no one showed up and I was left here hungry and bored all night. I shouldn’t be mad I guess, with those new bodies I’m sure the hormones must be pumping pretty high. Maybe I should just be grateful that you put on clothes and came at all.”

Everyone continued to gape at the big-bellied superhero, trying to wrap their minds around what they were seeing. Completely baffled, Tim stood on the tips of his toes and whispered sharply into Poison Ivy’s ear. “Did you douse her earlier with Chemical V or something?” Poison Ivy shook her head swiftly; she wasn’t to blame for this. The silence returned, until Zatanna sighed exaggeratedly and motioned for everyone to come to the dinning room table. Everyone sat down, even Harley and Barbara, who found reinforced chairs that could hold their massive bulk. Zatanna eyed her guests, her eyes lingering on the larger females forms. Smirking softly, Zatanna leaned back in her chair, making her wobbling stomach stick up in the air.

“What happened to you? When did you come into contact with Chemical V?” Barbara spouted quickly the question everyone was wondering. Silently, she thought about who could be inside Zatanna and of an innocent person was being digested as she sat there. The sexy and well-fed superhero chuckled softly and smirked mischievously at everyone at the table.

“What I’m going to tell you remains between the five of us for now, no one else must know about this.” No one argued with Zatanna, they all wanted to know what was going on and were willing to keep a secret. Hearing no objections, Zatanna leaned over and began explaining. “A few years back, all the magic users in the world came together to discus what we were going to do about the rise of crime around the world. Criminals were escaping from prison and nothing was deterring people from turning to crime. We all agreed something had to be done, but no one could think up a possible solution. It was this old git of a boyfriend of mine, Constantine, who came up with the idea of a spell to imprison criminals not in jail cells but in somewhere much more secure and safe. His idea was to destroy their bodies until they served a fitting sentence and have their souls stowed away until their prison time was up. He suggested a very unusual place to keep the souls.”

“Inside women,” Barbara gasped at realizing where this was going. “He suggested that you have criminals digested and keep their souls inside the women that eat them.” She placed a hand on her cumbersome belly, thinking about what she had been using it for. She looked back at Zatanna, who nodded solemnly.

“Constantine was always a pervy git, but he had a good idea. If we trap criminal souls inside women’s bodies, they wouldn’t be able to escape until they finished their sentence. When each person is digested, they are judged by the magic inside the woman and only released after a certain time. No one stays dead, eventually everyone returns to life once the sentence is over with a renewed sense of crime and punishment.” Zatanna petted her fat tummy, which had stopped shaking a few moments ago. “This unlucky criminal was a pickpocket that tried to steal form me earlier this afternoon. He found out first hand you don’t steal from me. Don’t worry about him though, he’ll be back on the streets in about three years after he’s learned his lesson imprisoned inside me. No one really dies from digestion, they just go away for a bit.”

“That’s an amazing story, but what does this have to do with us? You said you were waiting for us, why was that?” Harley questioned tensely. Zatanna’s woman prison was a good idea, it would keep the streets safe and stop crime all together, but one thing bothered Harley. Her and Poison Ivy were criminals. If Zatanna was waiting for them so they could be her late night snack, she was going to be in a world of hurt. No one eats her Red, but her!

Zatanna’s smile widened, she knew what Harley was thinking and wanted to put her mind at ease. “I was waiting for you because I wanted you to join me in the first ever man-eater woman’s Justice League.”

“WHAT!” everyone shouted and jumped to their feet. They all thought they had misheard Zatanna, but they hadn’t. The sorceress wanted to form a new league that would hunt down every criminal on earth and eat them. Zatanna had the spell to have digested criminals judged and returned to life after serving their sentence, all she needed now were women to do the eating. She had two ideal man-eaters in front of her, all she needed was their cooperation and all her plans could begin.

“My idea is to get all the female super heroes in the world to join and have them eat every criminal on the planet. We’d be an unstopped force for good and show the world that being a super hero is a woman’s job.” Zatanna paused to look around the table and judge everyone’s reaction. Batgirl looked almost sold, but there were still lingering doubts about forming a team. Harley was less certain, not trusting anyone she hadn’t slept with before.

Knowing she had to sweeten the deal, Zatanna gave further information. “The spell has some positive side effects that might interest you. Woman, no matter how long they stay inside a belly, cannot be digested if they’re under the spell. If you digest an innocent person, they come back to life right away. You can control the mass of fat on your body, going from sumo to blimp in a matter of seconds.”

“Wow,” Poison Ivy muttered at the implication of just those three side effects. Everyone around the table thought the same thing about how useful this spell sounded and how powerful they’d be in a collection of man-eating superhero women. Tim and Poison Ivy looked at Harley and batgirl, it was their decision and as one, they stood up and gave it.