The Gotham City Carnival had always been a stable family attraction, a break from the chaos and madness going on everywhere else. Today was no exception. "C'mon, Barb!"
Barbara Gordon stood shakily at the entranceway to the tent while her friend Janice tried to coax her in.
"I...I don't think so..." Barbara said.
"Oh, don't be chicken!" Janice said. "Look, I've been to two or three of these places before. Madame Vie is probably going to read your palm, make up some incantation, hand you a crystal, and charge you $5 on the way out. That's all!"
"I don't know..."
Janice grabbed Barbara's hand and led her inside, "C'mon!"
The tent was decorated no differently than anyone would expect a fortuneteller's to be; colored scarves, burning incense, scented candles. The only thing missing was a crystal ball or a deck of tarot cards.
"Hello?"
Not seeing anyone else in the tent, Barbara started to turn around to leave.
"HALT!"
A middle-aged woman, dressed in black, came out from behind curtained off area at the back of the tent. Although she had traditional gypsy features, she spoke in a clear western accent. She pointed a finger at Janice. "You! Wait outside." Then she pointed at Barbara. "You! Sit down!"
Janice started to leave when Barbara protested, "No...I don't think..."
"If you leave now, you will NEVER get your heart's desire," Madame Vie said. "The brightness in your darker heart will fade forever! Do you want that to happen?"
Barbara wanted to think about it, but Janice continued leaving. "I'll just be outside, Barbara," she whispered. "Just shout if anything's wrong."
Barbara wanted to leave, but instead she sat down at the table. "I don't know why I'm doing this," she said softly.
"Because it is your heart's desire that WILLS it," Madame Vie said. "I know this to be true. I could sense the yearning within you the minute you came in! You seek someone...someone unattainable...someone with a heart even darker than yours."
Barbara nodded nervously, ready to bolt at a moment's notice. This conversation was dangerously close to exposing her secret life as the caped crusader, Batgirl.
"That is why I told your friend to wait outside. This was not for her to hear. You strongly desire this man, yes?"
Again, Barbara nodded.
"You have talents you are not aware of," Madame Vie said. "Talents that you know little about, but will bring him to you. Give me your hands."
Barbara's hands were shaking as she placed them on the table. Madame Vie grabbed hold of them. Barbara went over her options should the Madame Vie be less than friendly. From where she was, she could quickly head-butt the woman to break her hold and leave, or she could somersault over the table and exit through the back of the tent. Either way would be bloody and brutal, but quick.
Madame Vie pulled out a small medallion on a chain. "This is the amulet of Jaka--the ancient god of love and sex."
"Jaka? I've never heard of him before."
The older woman smiled. "Yes. Jaka was the father to all great masters of sex and love. It is HIS power that made great things such as the Kama Sutra possible."
Barbara didn't say anything, but simply took it all in. It HAD to be a fake. She was a librarian, with access to all sorts of obscure books, and she'd never even HEARD of this Jaka character. So she figured there was nothing to worry about.
"Jaka protects me," Vie said. "Jaka empowers me. And now I ask that he empower you!" She closed her eyes and began to chant. "Oh great Jaka...oh great Jaka...Jaka oh powerful...Jaka my master and lover. I ask that you give your love to this woman...fill her heart with your power...fill her body with the power only you possess! Oh great Jaka...oh great Jaka..."
Madame Vie then began to convulse and shake. "OOOHHHH... Jaka...Yes...Fill me with your love! Fill her with your power...YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Barbara could swear that Madame Vie was climaxing as she chanted. There was a musky odor in the air, which she assumed was just the incense. She certainly hadn't felt any change come over her.
Then, Madame Vie collapsed on the table.
"Madame?" Barbara said as she tried to shake the woman.
"I am still here," Madame Vie replied, her head still on the table. "Jaka has spoken and will help you get your heart's desire."
"Oh," Barbara said as she started to get up. "Well, this has been quite...interesting."
Madame Vie shot up from the table and thrust the medallion into the younger woman's hands. "You must wear this around your neck tonight. As you sleep, Jaka will prepare you to receive his power. Tomorrow, your talents will be at their peak when your heart's desire is present. He will not resist your talents when they are at their peak."
Barbara looked at the medallion. It was supposed to be of Jaka, but she could swear it looked like Buddha. Oh well, she figured, no harm done in wearing it tonight.
"OK," she said as she slid the medallion over her head and slipped it between her cleavage. Then she reached for her purse. "How much do I...?"
Madame Vie sat back down at the table. "I need no money," she said. "My service to Jaka is more than enough. But if you can spare three dollars to cover for the medallion, I will be grateful."
Barbara put the money on the table and left the tent.
"So," Janice said, "what did she say?"
Barbara smiled. "Just mumbled something about this god Jaka, went into a trance, gave me a medallion to wear tonight and asked for three dollars."
"That's all?" Janice said with a frown. "I would have expected something more."
Later that night, Barbara decided against going on her nightly patrol as Batgirl and instead caught up on the sleep that she'd been lacking. She attributed her fatigue to the long nights she'd spent on surveillance of a local crack manufacturing plant. Drugs were nothing new to her, and she'd helped bust a few labs in her time, but this one was different--they were using runaways to help make the drugs. She had little tolerance for drugs, but the kind of slime who exploited runaways was the breaking point. She really wanted to break this group, and do it right so they couldn't weasel out of it in court.
As she slept, the medallion lay between her warm breasts and the white nightshirt.
The following night, Barbara was dressed in her Batgirl outfit. Everything seemed normal...except that her uniform felt a tad too tight, especially near the top. She simply wrote it off to nerves, since she always felt her skintight uniform was a bit too snug before she began a raid. She'd never gotten completely comfortable with wearing an outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination. She couldn't even wear a bra to cover up her nipples, which stuck through the outfit when the excitement sometimes made them erect.
The drug lab was inside a condemned hotel. They'd chased out the hookers and homeless people who were using it and quickly produced their poisons. The lab itself was in the old conference room, which was accessible from the outside through the service entrance. There were two armed guards at the back entrance, but that had never stopped Batgirl before. A quick batarang and a side thrust kick turned the guards into unconscious bookends.
She grabbed some flare pellets and was about to switch on the spectrum lenses in her mask when she heard the sounds of gunfire and wood splintering from inside. Did they know about her? Maybe it was a rival gang. What about the runaways?
Throwing caution to the wind, she pulled out a small concussion pellet and threw it at the door. The metal structure was blasted open. Then she threw in the flare pellets to blind anyone on the other side.
Batgirl was about to rush in when a man rushed out blindly, almost knocking her down in the process. She turned and was about to chase him when a bat-line whizzed past her head to snare the man. She turned around to find Batman standing behind her.
"You almost let this one escape," he said icily. "If you hadn't thrown those flash bombs he WOULD have gotten away."
Batgirl was floored. This was her raid! She was the one who'd spent countless nights staking out the place! She felt the rage burning up inside her. How DARE Batman steal her thunder?
"Listen..." she started to say.
But Batman finished tying up the man and turned around to face her. "Not now," he ordered. "The police will be here in seconds to pick up the slime, and take care of the kids." He then pointed to the two guards Batgirl had taken out. "Tie them up, then meet me in the next alley!"
The anger rose as she complied with Batman's request. She heard the police cars arriving at the far side of the building, and knew it would be only a matter of seconds before her other escape route was closed off. She leapt up to the fire escape of the adjoining building, then followed it up to the roof. Twirling her own bat-line, she then descended to the alleyway behind the Pussycat Lounge.
The Dark Knight waited silently for her in the shadows. Since she still had her spectrum lenses on, she was able to quickly spot him.
She landed like a cat, but now it felt as if her outfit getting even tighter. It must still be nerves. She had never confronted Batman about his actions. Maybe she should start...
"Just who the HELL do you think you are!?" she started. "I staked that place out for a WEEK getting ready to make my move, then you just waltz in and steal my bust!"
Batman was about to reply, but instead he kept quiet. His attention was focused on something else.
"Well?" Batgirl said. "I'm talking to you...I..."
Then she realized that something WAS wrong. Her outfit was getting REALLY tight around her chest.
She looked down, and discovered that her breasts were now larger than before. She first thought it was simply the way the spectrum lenses interpreted the images, but when she turned the lenses off, she noticed that her breasts were still growing, getting larger by the second. The bat-insignia on the front of her outfit began to distort as her bust line continued to increase.
"Batman," she said in shock, "What's...happening...to...me?" She put her hands up to her breasts in a vain attempt to stop them from growing.
"I...don't...know." was his only reply.
In a Dumpster at the entrance of the alley, Sam "Shutterbug" Sleezeback poked his head over the edge. He'd hidden there to get pictures of Taffy Tassels when she stepped out back for a little illegal fucking. Taffy was the biggest feature performer in town, and rumored to fuck anything that could move after one of her shows. But instead, he was getting a most unexpected treat! There was Bat-fucking-girl giving a show of her own to Batman! He couldn't see too well, but she was clearly holding her tits and moaning in front of that Dark Knight dimwit.
"UUUNNGGHHH!" Batgirl moaned as she felt her tits continuing to grow. What had she been thinking about not being able to wear a bra underneath her outfit? If she'd been wearing one, it would have popped from the growth!
Batman reached for his belt. "Hold on, I'm bringing the Batmobile."
He turned away for only a second when he heard Batgirl moan again, this time in pleasure. He turned back to face her, only to notice that her hands were now down at her groin. There was a distinct odor in the air...the smell of a woman in orgasmic pleasure. Her breasts were now 44DD, and he knew the outfit was near the breaking point. The costume was a mixture of kevlar and spandex, but he knew even those fibers weren't designed to be stretched forever.
"Batgirl," he said calmly, "Your cape...cover yourself with your..."
RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
Like a bursting balloon, the front of Batgirl's outfit split open, revealing her now 46DDD breasts to the cold night air. The suddenness of the tearing threw her back onto the ground, where she lay there with her legs spread. In the dim light, Batman could see her groin was damp with her sex juices. The tear in her costume went down all the way to the thin blue panties that were now just visible above her crotch.
"AAAHHH!" shrieked Batgirl. "I...can't...stop...it...UUUNNGGHHHH!!! I'm...I'm...Oh god...no...not here... NO!!!!!"
She spasmed as she came, her growing tits giggling like twin mountains of Jell-O.
Then, Batman heard another sound in the distance.
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK
The faint sound of Sam's camera clicking off frame after frame of Batgirl's predicament would have been ignored by anyone...except Batman! He turned around and saw Sam at the entranceway of the alley, his camera's night-sensitive telescopic lens catching everything in full color!
"Yeah, baby!" Sleezeback said as he continued to click off picture after picture. "Jiggle them Bat-bitch! Grab your nipples!"
Batman was about to pursue him when he heard Batgirl moan again. He turned back to look at her and saw that her breasts were even larger...now the size of twin basketballs. At the rate they were growing, she'd be smothered in a matter of minutes unless he did something.
"Damn," he mumbled as he let Sleezeback run away with the incriminating photos.
"I...I...I...UUNNGGHHH...can't...take...any...more...of...this..." she said as she continued to pant. "Do...some...thing...NOW!"
Batman cocked his arm back, then slammed down into her solar plexus with the palm of his hand. Batgirl screamed in pain, her whole body shaking in shock. Then she was unconscious.
The Dark Knight checked her vitals. She was still alive, and the growth of her breasts seemed to have stopped. He rolled her onto her side just long enough to remove her cape and use it to cover her up.
Batgirl's scream had attracted the attention of the club's employees and dancers, who raced outside to find out what was going on. Taffy Tassels giggled at the sight of Batman carrying Batgirl towards the waiting Batmobile.
He strapped the unconscious Batgirl in the side seat, then sent a menacing look at the onlookers. The message was simple and unspoken: None of Your Business!
In the cave underneath Wayne Manor, Batman had placed Batgirl on a medical table. Her costume--what was left of it-- was in shreds at the foot of the table. The only thing she was wearing was her mask and the blue panties. He wanted to remove her mask, but he knew that it wouldn't be professional at this point.
The Dark Knight left Batgirl in the care of his butler, Alfred, while he turned to his computer. As he entered figures into the terminal, his other hand reached for the phone.
"Robin," he said into the receiver. "Listen carefully. Batgirl was...injured, tonight. She's here in the cave." He paused while the Boy Wonder talked, then answered, "No, she's still alive, but in her...condition. I thought it best to bring her here." He paused again. "No, I couldn't take her with a hospital. Not like this. Listen, a photographer saw Batgirl when she was stricken and took some...compromising pictures of her." The image of the photographer appeared on the main screen. "His name is Sam Sleezeback, but he goes by the name 'Shutterbug.' He usually works for Bad Girls magazine and has a loft at 1501 Cain Boulevard. I need you to get to him and get that film before he has it developed!" Once, again he paused while his sidekick talked. "No, Robin. I need you out there. Contact me when you have the film. Don't return to the cave until I give you the all clear."
Batman put down the phone. Dick Grayson may be old enough to be considered an adult, but he knew the young man wouldn't be able to handle Batgirl in her current condition. Besides, if Sleezeback managed to get those pictures developed and published, he would effectively destroy Batgirl's career forever.
Sam Sleezeback held the roll of film in his hands. THE roll. The one that would guarantee him the biggest payoff of his life. How many people would pay through the nose to see pictures of Batgirl topless? How many publications would kill for photos of Batgirl, the most prim of masked crimefighters, lying on the ground masturbating?
Then he realized something...BATMAN had seen him!
He'd never encountered the Dark Knight before, but like everyone else he'd heard the rumors about what happened to people who crossed the Batman. He wasn't someone to just ignore; especially when it involved his friends. Suddenly, Sam began to consider himself a marked man.
"I've got to get this developed," he said to himself.
He knew one of those one-hour shops was out of the question. He'd tried to get pictures developed there once and ended up in the police station on trumped up kiddy porn charges. And because of his affiliation with all the skin magazines, he was barred from any contact with the professional photo studios. Still, he needed to get to a darkroom...before Batman or one of his people got to him first!
He picked up the phone. It was time to play hard ball!
A woman answered the other end. "Yes?"
"Selena, darling...Sam Sleezeback here..."
"HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
"Selena, kitten..." he said reassuringly, "Play nice now. I'm here to help you!"
Selena was unconvinced. "The last time you said that, I ended up naked in a sleazy magazine!"
Sam smiled. That photo spread had been worth a few thousand! "Well, kitten, I've come across something that will make up for all of that...with interest."
"What do you mean?"
He fingered the roll of film in the canister. "Well darling, I have pictures of a certain winged beauty that will make your memorable spread look like finger paint!"
That got her attention. "You've got...pictures of...BATGIRL???"
Sam's devilish smile got wider. "That's right...in all her glory, writhing on the ground in heat like the slut she is."
Then he heard Selena Kyle laugh. "You have my condolences, Sam. When Batman catches up with you..."
"But he won't, kitten. Because you won't let it happen!"
Selena laughed again. "You must be kidding! I don't have a death wish!"
"No," he said, "But I have some more pictures of you. The ones I DIDN'T sell to Bad Girls magazine. The ones that'll get your parole revoked. IF you know what I mean."
There was silence for a minute. "What do you want?"
"Simple deal," he replied. "You do whatever it takes to make sure I get my pictures developed, and you get your pictures and the negatives. If I can't get my pictures developed, Bad Girls will get another feature spread of Catwoman, and you'll be back behind bars."
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..." growled Selena. "You have a deal."
Bruce Wayne let his head slump on the computer console. After a couple of hours of searching, there was still no answer to Batgirl's sudden breast growth or her uncontrolled orgasms.
Alfred came up behind him. "Excuse me, sir, but I have a bit of news for you."
Bruce turned to face him. "Yes, Alfred?"
"It would appear that Batgirl's...um...breasts...are getting smaller again. She has not begun any more uncontrolled... uh...bouts, sir."
"A good sign," Bruce said as he returned to the computer. "Has she woken up yet?"
"Not yet," Alfred replied, "But in the meanwhile, I think I shall go upstairs and prepare something for her troubles. Perhaps some chicken soup. No doubt she has a parched throat by now."
Bruce put his mask back on and returned to the infirmary. Batgirl looked so peaceful lying in the bed. And indeed, her breasts WERE starting to return to normal. They were already down to 38C, and from the look of things, it appeared she would return to her original stature in another hour or two.
Then he noticed something around her neck. In all their concern to remove Batgirl's torn outfit, he and Alfred hadn't noticed the small medallion on its thin silver chain. He carefully lifted it from her warm flesh and examined it. The medallion had an image of Buddha on it, which was completely uncharacteristic of Batgirl. She was no Buddhist. Then he noticed some slippery material on the chain that glistened slightly on his glove.
Batgirl stirred awake. "Uhh...Bat...Batman?"
"Yes," he said. "How are you feeling?"
A hand went up to ensure that indeed she was covered up. "I feel...weird...and sore...and tired." She looked down at her chest and the still overly large curves. "It wasn't a dream, was it?"
Batman shook his head. "No. I'm afraid not." He then motioned to the medallion. "I want you to tell me everything about this medallion you..."
Batgirl interrupted him as she winced and cupped her breasts. "Oh god...not again...UUNNGHHH!!! It's happening again!"
Her melons started to swell again, filling out beyond her fingers, and moving beyond the cover of the sheet preserving her modesty. The odor of sex once again filled the area as she moved her hands back to her wet crotch. She began to pant as she masturbated herself to yet another climax.
Batman didn't want to hurt her again, but he also didn't want her to be orgasming uncontrollably either. He reached for some ether and a cotton rag. Putting the proper amount on the rag, he then brought it to her mouth and nose. The smell put her right to sleep again, but Batgirl continued to moan and thrash in her sleep; and her breasts continued to grow, though slower than before.
He reached behind her and removed the medallion from around her neck, hoping that it would help him find out what was happening to her.
Robin reached the publishing department of Bad Girls magazine through the skylight. The whole floor was a combination studio and office. Various sets were stored in the back, and it was not unlike a small movie studio. Aside from the pictures of naked women, nobody would even suspect the true nature of the magazine. Robin, of course, knew otherwise.
The whole floor was dark, so he knew Sam Sleezeback wasn't there yet. The publisher's office was at the end of the hall. It too was empty.
Robin moved in the dead of night to the answering machine. He pulled out a small tape player and then popped out the cassette from the answering machine.
"BEEP! Hey, Harry! Sam Sleezeback here. Listen, I've hit the mother-fucking-load here! I've got film so HOT it's melting in my hands! Call me now!"
"BEEP! Harry! Answer the fucking phone! It's Sam Sleezeback. I have some film that will make Bad Girls sales go through the ROOF! We're talking BIGGER than the Catwoman spread! BIGGER than Poison Ivy's spread! I mean it! I have it! Call me, so we can both get rich!"
"BEEP! HARRY! Sam Sleezeback. Listen, this stuff is hot! I mean radioactive hot! I can't keep waiting for you, I've got to get this stuff developed! Listen, I know a place where I can get it done. I'll call you when I get there so we can talk about how much money we're going to make!"
Robin returned the cassette to the answering machine. Sleezeback couldn't get a hold of the publisher, which was a good sign. He placed a bat-bug on the phone line and headed back out. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Sleezeback called again from wherever he was getting the film developed. With his call-tracer he'd know precisely where that was.
Batgirl awoke for the second time in the cave. She looked about for Batman, but instead saw an older gentleman wearing a surgical mask in front of her.
"Good morning, young lady," Alfred said.
She started to sit up. "Who are you?" she asked.
"You may call me...Al," he said, trying to stifle his British accent. "I've been asked to serve as the go-between for you and...our mutual friend. He's asked you not to refer to him by his name for the time being, since doing so might aggravate your...condition."
Barbara looked down at her chest. Her breasts were still twice her normal bra size, and she could detect a faint whiff of the wetness still evident in her panties. "Does...he...know what's happening to me?"
"He has his suspicions. But he'd like to know some more about your condition, and the medallion you were wearing."
She put her hand on her chest where the medallion had once been. "My medallion! OHH! Why didn't I think about it?"
"I assume, miss, that it's more than just an ordinary medallion?"
She looked down towards her cleavage, then back up at 'Al.' "Unless you call THIS ordinary."
She told Alfred everything about her visit to Madame Vie, and how she'd gotten the medallion she wore around her neck. Alfred thanked her for the information, then gave her some chicken soup.
In the adjacent part of the cave, Batman stood by the computer.
"Did you get everything, sir?" Alfred said as he approached.
"Yes, Alfred," Bruce said as he put down the headset. "The microphone you had in your shirt pocket picked up everything. The question is, how helpful will it be?"
The Wayne family servant removed his surgical mask from his face. "I assume the test results of the medallion were inconclusive?"
The Caped Crusader held up the plastic bag containing the piece of jewelry. "I've examined the substance that was coating the chain. It appears to be some kind of slow-acting genetic enhancer. It's much like what Wayne Enterprises' genetics department has been working on as an alternative to steroids."
"It would appear to narrow things down, sir."
"But it doesn't," he replied. "Wayne Enterprises isn't the only one working on this stuff. LexCorp and STAR Labs are also developing the formula, or a derivation of it. It also doesn't explain why Batgirl's breasts only seem to grow in my presence."
"Then might I suggest a trip to the carnival?"
It was nearly two in the morning. The sound of the pounding on the door would wake up even the dead.
Carl Peterson, freelance photographer, opened his front door and was surprised when Sam Sleezeback wormed his way inside.
"HEY!" Carl said. "What are you...?"
"Need your lab," Sam said as he took off his coat. "Whatever pre-teen bitch you're fucking, better get her out now, because this is some prime shit!"
Carl closed the door. "Look, I don't know why you're here, but I won't have anything to do with you! You're poison and you know it!"
"I love you too, asshole," he replied as he made his way to the darkroom. "I've got a hot roll here and I've GOT to get it developed."
"Try Quick Photo," Carl suggested. "If my editor ever found out I'm associated with you..."
"Hey," Sam shot back pointing a finger at him, "If you don't help me, I'll make sure your editor knows a whole lot MORE about you! Like how you used to pop the cherries of 14-year-olds who wanted to be models! In fact, I'll bet you've got one in the sack right now. Probably doesn't even know you're screwing her in more ways than one! Now get off the fucking pulpit and give me a hand with this!"
Carl sighed and began to set up the darkroom, making sure the door to his bedroom was closed first. No need for Sam to see what was sharing his bed.
Sam, meanwhile, reached for the phone and dialed the number for Bad Girls magazine. "Hey! I'm here at a friend's place getting the film developed. You can reach me at 555-9955. Better answer real fucking quick, or I'm taking this stuff to Saints and Sluts! You want the big bucks from this, get off your ass and call me! I can't keep this stuff for long, you know."
Robin smiled as he heard the sound of Sleezeback hanging up the phone. The bug worked perfectly. He flipped the receiver over and verified that the call was from '555-9955.' He then plugged the receiver into his comlink and contacted the Bat Cave to get the address of that number--one Carl Peterson, 903 Wilson Street.
"Gotcha!" he said as he headed for the Bat-cycle.
The carnival had been closed for two hours. In the background, restless animals sounded their frustrations at being poked and prodded by children, while being soothed by weary caretakers. Mechanics finished their maintenance checks of the rides before calling it a night.
Batman moved through the shadows with ease, undetected by all except a few animals. Workers and guards would be only inches away from him, yet never notice his presence. He stealthily made his way to the tent of Madame Vie.
The interior of the tent was dimly lit, and the smell of incense was still in the air. So was the faint and strange odor from the candles. Batman scraped a few shavings from the candle wax and put them into a specimen container for future examination.
Behind a curtained area at the back, he found a makeup table, on which were several small medallions like the one Batgirl had been given. And a jar that didn't look like cold cream. He scraped a sample from the unmarked jar and put that in another container.
"So," came a voice from behind him, "you are here."
In the mirror on the table, Batman could see a fiftyish woman in black standing behind him. She appeared to not be carrying any weapons, or any other object in her hands.
"You knew I'd be coming?" he asked.
Madame Vie smiled. "Of course! A woman with a dark heart, yearning to be with a man whose heart is even darker...who else would that be?"
Batman turned around to face her. "This woman wouldn't happen to have red hair, would she?"
Madame Vie smiled. "You wouldn't be here if it were anyone else, would you?"
Batman approached her, trying to be as intimidating as possible. "This woman is in a lot of pain because of her visit to you. You're going to tell me what you did to her to cause her that pain!"
Madame Vie didn't flinch, nor give any sign of being intimidated. "I have done nothing to her that her heart's desire did not wish," she replied. "I have prayed to Jaka, and Jaka has agreed to make her desires come true."
"There's no such being as Jaka!" Batman said as he grabbed her arms. "It's a hoax! The image on those medallions is of Buddha! Now, WHAT...DID...YOU...DO...TO...HER?"
"I have done nothing," she said, "But fulfill her heart's desire. She sought answers. I have given her the answers and the means to make her desires come true."
"HOW?" he snarled.
"By enhancing her talents," she said with a smile. Then her leg brushed outside Batman's. "The talents all men and women have."
Batman felt a stirring in his loins as her leg brushed up against his. Blood rushed to his groin, and his cock started to harden.
"The candles!" he realized. "Some kind of aphrodisiac!"
Madame Vie smiled. "To men, it is. But to women, it's something more...it enhances their desires...magnifies them."
Batman broke his grip on the woman and backed away, carefully making sure his cloak covered the raging hard-on he had. "The antidote!" he said through clenched teeth.
"There is no antidote," she said with a laugh. "Except one...Do I have to explain that to you?"
Batman backed away. "There's an antidote somewhere," he said as menacingly as possible under the circumstances. "And when I find it, I'll be back for you!"
Madame Vie laughed as he merged with the shadows.
Robin arrived on the roof of Carl Peterson's loft. He peered through the skylight into Peterson's living room. A clean-cut man in sweats and a T-shirt was arguing with a guy in rumpled clothes. He couldn't hear much through the glass, but it wasn't hard to determine which one was Peterson and which one was Sam Sleezeback.
Normally he would have waited until Sleezeback was alone before acting, but he knew time was crucial. Batgirl's reputation depended on it.
Batgirl. Even just thinking about her brought back the desires and fantasies. For a long time he'd had a crush on Batgirl. At first he'd thought it to be just the kind of infatuation most people had with costumed heroes and heroines. After all, he knew he had a fan club of his own. But after working with her on countless cases, he knew it was something more than just the way her body looked in a skintight bodysuit and cape. Much more.
He also knew that she wasn't interested in him at all. Oh sure, she thought of him as a friend, but that was it. He knew she really cared about Bruce. Or rather, Batman.
It was hard for him to get over her. He'd tried dating dozens of girls. But every time he compared them to Batgirl. Besides, he still worked with her from time to time, which actually only served to hurt him even more.
And now he was in the process of defending her reputation from some sleazy photographer who caught her doing...well something that apparently Batman objected to. He didn't know, but whatever it was, it probably wasn't any good.
"That's it!" he said to himself. "After this is done I'm transferring to NYU! I'm getting out of Gotham!"
Then he saw Sleezeback head to a room in the back. Peterson wasn't too far behind. Perfect! He could slip in and drop a gas pellet that would fill up the darkroom with smoke and alter the developing chemicals so they'd destroy the negatives.
He was starting to reach for his utility belt, when a whip suddenly cracked through the air and wrapped around his wrist. Before he could react, he was pulled away from the skylight. He turned around to see Catwoman standing in front of him.
"Well, well," she said with a smile, "Look what the cat dragged in!"
Robin freed himself from the whip. "I don't have time for your games, Catwoman!"
Selena smiled as she recoiled her weapon. "Then I guess you'll have to make time, Boy Wonder!"
Her whip reached out again. This time Robin rolled out of the way and launched a Batarang. The bat-shaped weapon came close to hitting Selena's head, but with reflexes of a cat she dodged out of the way. She twisted her attack, striking at Robin from the side. This time the whip hit him on his bare leg. Robin cursed at the attack, and then renewed his mental vow to redesign his outfit to have long pants!
Robin was about to strike back when Catwoman tackled him. The two rolled across the rooftop in the heat of combat. The Boy Wonder was trained in judo and wrestling, but even he couldn't fight off a woman who fought with animal intensity.
Then he began to notice a smell. The odor of the combat. The sweat. Before he knew it, he found himself lying on his back, with Catwoman straddling over him. He couldn't help noticing how her purple bodysuit hugged her shapely form, and how her thick black hair framed her face.
Then he felt something else building...and he knew she'd feel it, too.
Catwoman gave a wicked smile. "OOHH! Now is that a bat-boner I feel? Or Robin's Raging Rock?"
Robin didn't want to degrade himself by answering. But it was obvious he was getting aroused. Catwoman reached down and began massaging his cock through his outfit.
"MMM," she said. "You DO have a good sized one! How about we skip the fighting and go straight to the fucking?"
"I...I..."
Robin didn't know how to respond. How could he? He was a man, like anyone else. She was a woman...no, she was more than just a woman. She was a BEAUTIFUL woman.
Catwoman tugged down her purple bodysuit to reveal her firm and ample breasts. "We can even leave our masks on. How about that?"
Robin gulped. What could he say? The answer came almost as a whisper.
"Y-yes..."
Selena brought herself up to him and kissed him forcefully on the lips. The sensations were nothing like Dick had ever felt with a woman before. Sure he'd been kissed by some girls, but not like this. Before had been with passion. This was with lust.
Once the top half of her outfit was off, Catwoman moved herself back over Robin's cock. She placed her breasts between his hard-on and began to tit-fuck him through his green shorts. After a few pumps, she reached for the tops of his shorts and pulled down, revealing a nine-inch sexual nail.
Selena licked her lips before giving Robin the first blowjob of his young life.
"Oh shit!" Robin exclaimed as he unfastened his belt and starting undoing his tunic.
She sucked on his cock for a minute, not wanting him to climax too soon. She needed to make it last. Then she pulled his cock out of her mouth and began working herself out of the rest of her catsuit.
Batman returned to the cave in frustration. He'd spent the better part of an hour conversing with the best sources he had. He'd even woken a few chemists up to ask them about an antidote. None of them could offer a solution.
He had, however, been finally able to deduce what had happened to Batgirl. When she'd entered the tent she had inhaled the scent from the candles. The wax had a chemical that served as an aphrodisiac, arousing her like it did him. Then she'd been given the medallion covered with the genetic enhancement formula, which was absorbed by skin contact into her bloodstream. The formula worked when certain parts of her body were highly aroused, such as when she'd seen him in the alley behind the abandoned hotel. The result was not only the rapid growth of her breasts, but also her hyperactive libido causing her to climax uncontrollably.
He knew how it happened. But he was baffled about what to do with that knowledge. There were only a few solutions available. One was to ask Batgirl to retire and go back to her regular life. But that was unrealistic. He'd known for years that she was really Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Gordon's stepdaughter. She was in contact with Batman on a regular basis, both as Batgirl AND as Barbara. There would be no way to avoid her seeing him and being affected.
The next solution would be to remove her mask and admit her to Gotham General Hospital. Since she'd entered Madame Vie's tent as Barbara, he could easily say that he found her someplace in that condition. She'd have first-rate access to research and chemists, and even the skills of Wayne Enterprises' specialists could be used to treat her. But that left her to the scrutiny of doctors and nurses and orderlies, not all of them willing to keep quiet about this kind of situation. Many were known to squeal about their more bizarre cases to the tabloids, even after swearing an oath of secrecy. It would effectively destroy her life as Barbara Gordon.
Then there was the one solution left...the only one that he knew could cure her. And it meant crossing a line he once swore never to cross as Batman.
"Damn," he cursed. There really wasn't any other option.
Robin watched in shock as Catwoman pulled off the rest of her outfit. The glow of the moonlight accentuated her pale skin and the dark curls of her mound.
Selena licked her chops as she repositioned herself on top of Robin's still-hard cock and guided it into her. She gave a soft purr as it slid inside.
"OOHHHH!" moaned the Boy Wonder.
"Ohh yeah, baby," she purred as she began a slow gyration over him. "Ohh...you REALLY need this, don't you?"
Robin could only moan as she rode him. His gloved hands gripped the roof gravel, but he wanted desperately to put them on her huge breasts. Eventually she reached down and forced him to cup her tits.
"Squeeze my nipples," she said. "Squeeze them with your fingers."
He did, not really able to feel the sensations. He pulled his gloves off, then reached out for her mammaries. He found them warm to the touch. No...hot to the touch!
"Yes!" she exclaimed as she picked up the pace of her gyrations. "Oh...now you're learning!"
His hips met hers, matching her gyrations, as he could feel himself preparing to climax for the first time inside a woman.
"Catwoman," he said, "I think...I'm...gonna...I'm...UUUNNNGGHHHHHH!!"
The sensation was nothing like he expected. His cock exploded inside her in spurts. Selena grabbed hold of his hands so they wouldn't leave her tits. Her hips bucked now to his pace as she could feel her pussy milk every ounce of sperm from his love pole.
"Yes," she said softly as she rode him past the climax. "That's it...let it all come out."
Robin managed to free his hands from Selena's tits and began to snake them around to her back. The air felt chilly around him as he realized they were both naked for the whole world to see. He suddenly became very conscious of his surroundings.
"Catwoman," he said with a gasp. "Maybe we'd better..."
But before he could answer, Selena reached down beneath his testicles and pinched a nerve. Instantly, the Boy Wonder could feel himself get hard again.
"UNNGGHH!" he groaned.
Selena began gyrating herself again. "...Better continue where we left off!"
Batman approached Batgirl as she slept on the examination table. She was much younger than he was...she had just turned twenty-one a couple of weeks ago. Yet the feelings he had for her defied his dark nature.
For many years, Bruce Wayne had found himself attracted to Barbara. There was a beauty that she often hid behind ugly glasses and bulky clothes. The beauty that came out when she assumed the identity of Batgirl. He'd first attributed his infatuation to the wishful fantasies of a man in his thirties. He knew that Dick was in love with her, and he didn't want anything to happen that would cast a shadow on that possible romance. After all, they were both around the same age.
But now he couldn't put his feelings aside. What he needed to do to cure Barbara would bring those feelings in the open. Feelings that he now knew she shared.
He put a gloved hand to her cheek. "Batgirl..."
Batgirl opened her eyes. She didn't expect to see Batman standing in front of her.
"But...I..." she stammered. "I thought that..."
"Barbara," he said softly as he undid the fasteners of her mask and slid it off.
"Wha...?" She started to protest, but felt the rush of sensations as her breasts began to grow again. "I...thought..."
"There is a cure," Batman said evenly. "But it's...not a conventional one. I didn't want you to go into this without your consent first."
Barbara knew what he meant. He needed to fuck her, to satisfy her heart's desire, in order for her to be cured. She pulled back the covers and began tearing at her cum-soaked panties.
"Do it!" she said between her teeth, bracing for another uncontrollable climax.
Batman stepped back, and pulled the cowl over his head. Barbara panted as she realized that the man standing before her, the one she'd loved all these years, was Bruce Wayne! The sounds of her panting echoed in the cave as he quickly removed the rest of his outfit, so that they were both naked.
Barbara's breasts had already grown to a size 48 when he got on the table above her, his ten-inch cock standing erect.
"Put...it...in!!" she moaned. "Fuck...the foreplay...I'm...UNGGHH...wet enough...as is!"
Bruce dropped to his knees and prepared to enter her wet pussy. But instead of acting immediately, he paused. This is Jim's stepdaughter, he told himself. You can't just ram into her like she's some cheap whore!
Barbara saw his hesitation and reached out past her growing mammaries to guide him inside her. A shock of pleasure hit her, then a wave of pain as his cock tore through her hymen.
She screamed as her virginity was lost. The sound reverberated through the stalactites and startled the bats that were sleeping. Softer screeches could be heard amidst the flapping of bat-wings.
"I'm...sorry..." Bruce said as he started to pump his rod into her.
"OHHH!" she screamed. "Yes! Fuck me Bruce...PLEASE!"
Barbara's breasts were once again the size of basketballs, yet softer than pillows. He could feel her soft nipples pressing against his chest as he continued to fuck her. Their once pink color grew faint as her breasts continued to grow. He was wondering how long it would until they were so huge that sex would be impossible. The thought of that made him pump even faster.
Beneath him, Barbara Gordon was a woman possessed. She tried to clutch to his ass cheeks to bring him all the way inside her, but the sheer size of her tits prevented her from even reaching him. She could only grab hold of her tits and ride him as she was brought from one rapid climax to the next. The intensity of her uncontrollable orgasms, and the sensation of the huge cock inside her virgin pussy, made it hard to even speak. Instead, she vocalized her pleasures in grunts and screams.
Beads of sweat poured down Bruce's brow. He was a trained fighter taught by the best martial arts masters in the world, and he was skilled in various forms of meditation and concentration of chi energy. He'd learned, from the best Yogis in India, how to control his energies, which enabled him to be the perfect fighter as well as the best lover possible. There had never been a time when he'd lost control when fucking a woman. Yet with Barbara he had no control whatsoever. It was as if all of his knowledge had vanished!
The primal sounds of her pleasure, the heat of their contact, the sounds of his balls slapping against the outside of her pussy. He was no longer Batman, the cold and unemotional knight of justice. He was no longer Bruce Wayne, the suave millionaire playboy. Right then, right there, he was just a man. A man with needs and desires. And Barbara...she was just a woman, with her own needs and desires. It was like a fuse was lit inside of him, and it was going to...
"ERRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The sound of him at the threshold of his climax echoed through the stone walls. She matched his cries of pleasure as she felt his cock explode into her.
Exhausted, Bruce collapsed on top of Barbara's cushion-like breasts.
Then he realized something.
"Barbara," he said in a whisper.
Barbara weakly opened her eyes.
"Your breasts..." he said.
Then her eyes widened. They weren't growing! Nor was she feeling incredibly horny anymore!
"It worked," she said in a croaked voice.
They both laughed at the news. It did work. But she was still so...big!
"Now what?" she said. "I can't go out with tits like this! Everyone will know that Batgirl and Barbara are the same person! Christ, I even put Wonder Woman to shame!"
"I dunno," Bruce said as he played around with one of her faint nipples, "I think the Princess still has you beat by an inch or two..."
"YOU!" she cried out as she managed to slap his arm. "I think I know what to do with you..."
Then she felt him getting hard again. Oh yes, he knew as well!
Dick Grayson cried out as he climaxed for the fifth time.
"MMMMMMM!" mumbled Selena Kyle as she sucked his cock dry.
She marveled at her skills. The touch was something she had learned when she was walking the streets. Stimulate a certain nerve that went from a man's rear to his balls, and it would stimulate him. It would seem to be a sure-fire solution to impotence, but she'd learned quickly it was a hollow hard-on. The drive would be there, but less and less sperm came out each time it was used. Some men even said it was painful after the third time. And she'd brought Robin to his fifth climax!
The Boy Wonder wasn't in any mood to complain. He was too exhausted to do anything. They had fucked in every position he thought imaginable for the first three times. After the fourth time he wasn't able to do anything except lay there on the rooftop while she sucked and fucked him.
Finally, he passed out. The fifth time was just too much and too soon for him. Selena got up from her hands and knees.
"FUCK!" she exclaimed. "That boy made ME sore! I guess Mister Vibrator will be all alone tonight." Then she saw the light as it started to appear along the horizon. It was close to dawn!
"Shit!" she exclaimed as she began to collect Robin's clothes and move him off the rooftop. People would be waking up soon, and she didn't want to leave another scandal in her wake!
Downstairs in the loft, Sam Sleezeback was in seventh heaven. In his hands were the first prints of his roll. The pictures that showed Batgirl grabbing her tits in front of the caped crusader, with a look of shock and orgasmic pleasure on her face!
"YEAH!!!" he yelled. "I've done it! Do you hear me? I've DONE it! I am going to be a FUCKING RICH MAN!"
Carl Peterson came running out of the darkroom. "Shut the fuck up!" he said softly. "You'll wake up the neighbors!"
Sam waved it off. "Agh! Listen, I've got to get 'em to that asshole of an editor at Bad Girls, but when I'm done I'll buy you some champagne!"
Carl handed him the rest of the prints. "NO! Look, you've already done enough damage to me already! Here are the prints. The negatives should be dry now...I'll go get them and then..."
"And then what, gentlemen?"
The sound came from the bedroom. Carl turned in horror. It wasn't the young would-be model. Instead, it was an older brunette wearing a trenchcoat and holding a bullwhip.
Sam smiled. "Selena, kitten! I take it you did your job well?"
Selena smiled devilishly. "I did my job. You did have a guest, but I took good care of him. He'll be in no position to hurt you."
Sam laughed. "Just great! Listen, kitten, I don't have the pictures with me now, but I promise..."
She waved her clawed glove at him. "Oh, I understand purrrrfectly. But I figured since I was here that I'd get a peek at what I was protecting. After all, it was my ass on the line...in more ways than one!"
Sam started to protest, but before he could, she snatched the proofs from him. She studied the pictures carefully. "My, my...such camera work. It certainly brought out Batgirl in all of her glory! Did you know her breasts were growing?"
"That's what I said," noted Carl. "That isn't a distortion! See? Her tits WERE getting bigger!"
"All I know," Sam said, "Is that those tits will net me a SHITLOAD of money!"
"I don't think so!" Selena said.
Then she tossed a small pellet into the darkroom. Instantly, the room filled with a white smoke.
"What the...?" Carl said as he raced into the room.
Sam was incensed. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU...ARGGGAG!"
Selena had grabbed him by the throat, the talons of her clawed gloves digging into the sides of his neck near the jugular. "I promised that Batman and his people wouldn't get to you," she said with a sneer. "I never said that I wouldn't."
"You bitch!" Carl said as he stormed out of the room. "You ruined my..." Then he saw what she was doing. "Oh shit!"
She turned to face the professional photographer. "I know what you've done," she said with a sneer. "I've sent that girl away. And if I EVER hear you're preying on young girls again, I'll tear your balls off and mount them on my mantle! You'll WISH Batman caught you!"
She turned back to face Sleezeback, who was starting to turn blue. "The same goes double for you!" Then she shoved him away and headed back towards the fire escape in the bedroom.
Sleezeback landed against the kitchen counter. He coughed as he tried to breathe again. "You've... cough ...just made...feature... cough ... cough...bitch!"
She laughed as she headed to the fire escape. He'd find out for himself, she thought. After she'd followed Robin to Sleezeback's loft, she'd broken in and destroyed all the incriminating pictures the slimeball had of her. He couldn't hurt her anymore.
Robin awoke in the stairwell next to the rooftop door. He groggily stood up and adjusted his outfit, assuming Catwoman had hurriedly dressed him. The belt was slightly crooked, and the clasps on his crimson tunic were off by one. It was when he was fixing the tunic that a collection of pictures and a letter fell out. He picked them up from the floor and read the letter.
These are all the pictures Sleezeback had that are still intact. I've already destroyed the negatives. Batgirl's rep is safe. You can thank me tonight. You know where to find me!
He looked at the pictures. Three were of Batgirl, first clutching her chest, and then topless. The last picture, though, was a professional shot of Selena Kyle, naked. It was signed "Last night was the best, lover! - Selena"
Dick Grayson smiled as he put the pictures back into his tunic and began figuring out how far it was to the safehouse.
As morning broke, Alfred returned to the cave. He left Bruce and Miss Gordon sleeping on the examination table. Her breasts were already down to a more manageable size, which was, no doubt, a relief to all parties involved.
The manservant picked up the Batman outfit off the floor and reminded himself to bring down some terry-cloth robes for them, then to find something that she could wear, since her Batgirl costume was destroyed beyond repair.
He looked at the sleeping couple. The two lay in a spoon position, with her between his arms, and his hands firmly on her breasts.
"Sleep well, Master Bruce," he said softly. "And you too, Miss Gordon."
In the days to come, there were some subtle changes to the Batman Family. Barbara never got her breasts back to their original size. But since she wore baggy clothes anyway, nobody really noticed that she now had to wear D-cup bras. And her appearances as Batgirl were all the more memorable. Of course, Alfred had to make some alterations to her costumes, including adding some built-in cups to accommodate her sensitive nipples. But by then she had already started to move into Wayne Manor.
Dick Grayson transferred to New York University, and it wasn't long before Robin made his first appearance there. The former ward of Bruce Wayne was often seen in daylight in the company of an older brunette woman. Coincidentally, the number of cat burglaries in New York started to rise.
EPILOGUE
Madame Vie smiled as she watched the carnival leave town. It would be heading to Metropolis, but she wasn't ready to leave yet. Instead, she headed to the old and abandoned Gotham Amusement Park. Inside dilapidated haunted house, she made her way into the back room and slipped out of her black clothes.
Vie smiled as she removed her bra and then slid into the green bodysuit. "It went perfectly," she said out loud. "The chemicals affected Barbara Gordon exactly the way you predicted. But I don't know why we..."
"WHY?" came a voice from the darkness. "Why NOT? You saw the results. Batman and Robin are split further than Marla and the Donald! Bat-babe is his new partner now. After all these years, I've finally found Bat-boy's weakness."
The man came out of the shadows to reveal his emerald green hair, pasty-faced complexion, and the bright red lips that framed his trademarked grin.
"...And the punch line is he'll NEVER KNOW that the man behind it all is little ol' Joker!"
'Vie' sighed before applying the tropical oils that restored her younger-looking face, and then pulled off the wig that concealed her own red locks. She was once again Pamela Isley, botanist and environmental fanatic.
"Don't forget my part," she said as she finished putting on her leafy outfit. "Without me you'd still be in the Asylum!"
"Of course, my dear Poison Ivy," he said as he placed a white hand on her bare shoulder. "Your performance was superb. For someone who would rather hang around plants than animals, you were able to fool even Batsy!"
Ivy began to shudder when she felt the familiar tingling between her legs. Then the top of her outfit fell over as her breasts began to grow out of them.
"And now," Joker said as he reached for the zipper of his pants, "It's time for your regular antidote!"
THE END