Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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The nocturnal crimefighter slowly returned to consciousness. Something
was covering his eyes. His arms were behind his back and bound in a
single sleeve. As he became more aware, he sensed weakness throughout
his body and odd shifts in his weight distribution.
"Looks like someone is finally done their nap," said a familiar voice.
"Laugher," said Bat Cape. "What have you done to me?" Why was the brave
and bold one speaking so softly, in a higher than normal register?
"Ha, ha, ho, ho," came the crazed sounds of merriment. "You'll see soon
enough, Dark-winged Defective."
There was cool air against most of Bat Cape's skin. His trademark outfit
had obviously been stripped away. He tried to gather his thoughts to
begin planning an escape but found it difficult to focus. All he could
do was mutter to himself.
"Hey boss," said a gruff voice. "Sounds like your 'old chum' can't think
straight."
"That's right, Chuckles," said The Laugher. "The changes made by his
treatments weren't all physical. Heh, heh."
"You won't get away with..." Bat Cape tried to finish his sentence.
"...with..."
"Yes? Won't get away with what? My nefarious plan? Too late, Low IQ
Batty. How about if I give you an eyeful of your new look?"
The blindfold was pulled away from the helpless hero's eyes. He blinked
several times and saw the Comedian of Crime's pasty face and manic grin.
Then Bat Cape lowered his eyes to see why his body felt different. To
his shock he saw the huge globes of massive breasts. When he lurched
back in horror, their soft tissue rippled. And they had big pink
areolas and nipples, like the tops of cupcakes with an extra dollop of
icing on each one. As heavy as they were, it was hard for him to keep
his balance.
To his henchman, The Laugher said, "Hey, Chuckles. Move that full length
mirror so the Bat Babe can get a better look at herself."
When he saw his reflection, the Justice Team member gasped. His hair had
been allowed to grow until it fell past his ears. It was styled into a
mass of curls and cut in bangs across his forehead. There was make-up
around his eyes. His lips had been inflated into extreme plumpness and
colored bright red. There was no hair anywhere on his body. And what a
body it was. Those plus-plus-sized boobs were held up by half-cups that
jutted out from a boned corset which was severely compressing his waist.
His hips flared, he was wearing lavender panties, and his thighs had
been
supersized. When he shook his head in disbelief it made his heavy tits
shift side-to-side on their platforms.
"This isn't possible," he said in that same small voice. "I've only been
here for... for..."
"Longer than you imagine," The Laugher supplied. "Which is why I had
time not only to let your muscles atrophy and to give you that impressive
weight gain, along with reducing your intellect, but also to alter your
voice to be more appropriate for your new figure and hairstyle and those
permanent cosmetics. Plus, you need to take a close look below your
waist. Between your shapely legs, Bat Bimbo."
"Between my..." His mind still wouldn't clear.
When he peered at that part of his mirror-image he was startled to see
that those panties had a cut-out crotch and, where his manly genitals
should be, there was only a miniaturized version of a three-piece set.
"Punchy," called The Laugher. "Where are you, girl? Where's my Ms.
Punchy Lyon?"
"Right here." His lunatic girlfriend appeared from behind the throne the
villain had acquired for his hideout. "Punchline at your service,
lover." She wore a polka dot bikini and matching, cone-shaped clown hat,
as well as similarly-patterned knee boots. There was a wife ruff around
her neck. Her particolored hair was arranged into ponytails at either
side of her head.
"Put Bat Clod's new shoes on her, if you please."
"Aye, aye, my Captain of Comedy."
She reached behind his seat of power and produced a pair of bedazzled
hooker-style shoes with stacked heels and thick platforms. Laugher stood
behind Bat Cape and held his shoulders. A moment later his loopy
girlfriend was on one knee before the captive, leering up at him as she
fitted the gaudy shoes over his feet, tightened multiple straps, and
clicked shut a series of tiny padlocks.
The Laugher reached under his garish tuxedo jacket and pulled out a
sorority style paddle. He aimed it at the prisoner's posterior. The
panties had only a thong in the back. That double-wide bottom was given
a hard whack.
"Let's go, Bat Guano. Step lively."
The blow smarted terribly. As Bat Cape tried to move out of the way he
angled his body to the side. That gave him a mirrored view of his
backside in profile. It jutted out behind him and, he saw as it received
another blow, jounced when it was smacked. With a cry he moved forward,
his footwear forcing him to take short mincing steps. He couldn't
prevent himself from crying out and the sounds he made were high and
squealy. The Laugher forced him to circle the large room. There were
other mirrors spotted around the walls and Bat Cape got to see his overly
full lips pulled down into a frown, and the way his hips swayed when he
moved, along with how his well-padded figure jiggled all over. It was
impossibly shameful but all he could think about was trying to avoid the
paddle. When he attempted to formulate a plan, to think ahead of the
immediate moment, his efforts failed. His mind had been reduced from a
steel trap to a steel sieve.
The Laugher howled with glee. Punchline chortled and used a digital
camera -- which was inside a replica of a bulky, old-time news-
photographer camera - to snap multiple images of the hampered hero.
Between the awkward shoes and his outrageous curves, Bat Cape could
barely keep from falling over. He tried to remember any tricks he had
learned to escape from bondage like his arms were in, but his mind
remained frustratingly uncooperative. Not until he had wiggled his way
around the spacious room three times did his tormentors relent and allow
him to catch his breath.
"Well," declared The Laugher. "I guess somebody won't be swinging on
ropes anymore."
"Right," agreed Punchline. "And no more fancy marital arts moves for Bat
Bozo."
"No acrobatics."
"Not even any sprinting after guys like Chuckles over there."
The henchman started to wave in recognition but then The Laughter pulled
a bulky plastic pistol and fired a dart at him. His gang member crumpled
to the floor, instantly asleep. The Mood-swing Madman was as irrational
as ever.
"Now, Bat Brain," he said as he tossed aside his weapon. "What shall we
do with you? Hmm?"
Though he struggled to find courageous words, all the Made-over Manhunter
could come up with was, "Gee whiz. This isn't fair."
"Unfair is my middle name," said The Laugher. "I wanted it to be Milton
but my parents gave me Unfair." He let out a characteristic cackle.
"Maybe we should put you out on a street corner and offer you to horny
guys. How much could we charge for Bat BJs?"
"Nooo," the upset crime-crusher wailed.
"Don't like that? Would you rather be a fetish model in some kinky sex
shop?"
"Please," he squeaked. "Not that."
"I'm running out of ideas here. The only other thing I can think of is
to put you in a hot nightspot and see what develops." He herded his
victim toward a door near the far corner. "If only we had a club full of
perverts and members of your rogues' gallery of baddies. Sort of like -
-
" He pushed open the door and shoved the top-heavy figure through " --
THIS."
Suddenly Bat Cape was in a nightclub. There was a rotating mirror ball
overhead, with beams of colored lights reflecting off it. A long bar ran
down one wall and behind the bartenders were shelves lined with bottles.
At one end of the space was a low stage. Tables lined the other two
walls and the rest of the area was devoted to a dancefloor. Thumping
music began to play and the patrons who had been waiting for it started
to move to the insistent beat. Bat Cape noticed that many of them wore
rubber and leather. There was also plenty of bare flesh exposed. He
tried to gather his thoughts but was distracted by a trio of familiar
faces approaching him. There were his archenemies, The Pelican, Half-
Face, and Feline Femme.
"Well, well," Pelican said, brandishing his walking stick at Bat Cape.
"How are the mighty fallen." He let out a croaking laugh.
"For sure," seconded Half-Face, whose features and clothes were 50%
masculine and an equal portion feminine, split down the middle. "Love
your new look, honey."
"Mmmm," purred Feline Femme. "I see something that looks like kitty
treats."
She stepped close to fasten her lips over one of his nipples. Bat Cape
nearly swooned, the erotic energy she triggered was so powerful. At the
same time she cupped a hand over his shrunken male parts and massaged
them. His libido soared and his head spun. All he could think about was
his need for sexual release. His diminutive penis stiffened but gained
barely any length or girth. Worse, even though his arousal mounted to
impossible levels, he didn't get any closer to gaining relief.
"Poor baby," Punchline said with mock sympathy. "It's so very easy for
Bat-Tina to get stimulated, but so awfully difficult for her to go the
rest of the way."
"P... p... please," Bat Cape pleaded to the cat gal. "Stop doing that.
I think I'm going to faint."
"You won't do that," The Laugher assured him. "But you could become
addicted to being teased if we don't put you over the top. So how about
if you work your way through the crowd toward that stage and we'll see
what we can do for you."
"But everyone's looking at me."
"You don't like the attention? I guess I shouldn't have put that sign up
at the entrance to say that you were the main attraction this evening."
He said it innocently but then erupted into mad guffaws. "And just in
case anyone doesn't recognize you..." He dipped a hand into an inner
pocket and came out with a mask that duplicated the look of Bat Cape's
usual cowl in abbreviated form. As he slapped it onto the Defeated
Defender's face, it stuck there. The eyeholes were large enough that
they didn't hide any of the permanent liner. "You're going to be the
star of the show, Bat Boob."
As he moved toward the stage, dancers pointed at the buxom figure of the
formerly fearsome fighter and laughed raucously. Hands both male and
female reached out to grope him. They swatted his sore bottom and
flicked his sensitive nipples. With his arms still trapped behind him,
he was totally vulnerable. His undersized erection bobbed with every
hip-swishing step he took. His jugs wobbled atop their half-cups. At
last, more mortified than ever, he stepped onto the stage. Punchline put
herself alongside him and threw an arm around his waist. The music
stopped and all eyes went to the Masked Missy.
The Princess of Puns announced, "Ladies and Genitals, welcome to the
first public appearance of Cute Cape. This sexy showstopper has a
problem. Her pintsized pee-pee gets stiff but it doesn't squirt. So I'm
going to have to give her the only thing that can satisfy her urges,
nine
thick inches of strap-on satisfaction. Dildo delight. Anal invading
inspiration. Whatever it takes to help Bat Babe empty the marbles that
used to be man-balls."
As she finished speaking, a girl in a striped bikini and clown wig handed
her a hip-harness, while another assistant, similarly attired, waited
with an impressive, rainbow decorated, rubber cock. With a fat head.
And attached testicles. The sight of that instrument made Bat Cape
shudder. Yet his need had grown so powerful that, at the same time he
was dreading what was to come, he was also hungering for it. He watched,
mesmerized, as Punchline fitted and tightened her harness, before
accepting the proffered prong. She affixed the butt banger to its
holding device and gave her hips a few test thrusts, much to the delight
of the watchers.
"Assume the position," The Laugher told his old nemesis. "Bend over and
spread your feet." Taking a pair of comically long scissors from his
deep pants pocket, he had Punchline pull the rear band of the panties out
from Bat Cape's booty. Laugher operated the giant scissors with both
hands to snip it. Then he stepped aside.
Feline Femme moved in with a tube of scented lube. She opened it and
spread a generous amount along the length of the terrible tool. For good
measure she applied an added gob to the intended recipient's rosebud.
Finally she got some more on her fingertips, knelt in front of him, and
used her slippery digits to tease his receptive, down-pointing nipples.
He mewled loudly, unable to control his reaction, and wriggled his hips
in invitation.
In a strained falsetto he begged, "Please, use that thing on me. Stick
it in my tail end. Use it. Stick me." It was like his vocabulary was
shrinking as he stood there in that shameful pose.
Feline Femme went to the side of the stage. Bat Cape continued pleading
to be penetrated. His voice was breathy.
Punchline relished his imploring but now it was time to get busy. She
thrust the business end of the rammer-jammer into his virgin tightness,
making him yelp loudly. Then she held it there while the onlookers
cheered their appreciation for what she was doing. Inch by unhurried
inch she buried the thick pole as he pushed himself back onto it. Before
long it had entered up to those artificial balls. Bat Cape moaned
gratefully and she began pumping in slow motion. The reappearing shaft
was slick with slippery stuff as it slid out and in. The aroma of
strawberry lube filled the air. The crowd watched raptly while their
former foe acted like a whimpering, needy, slave to sex, which was what
he had become. Punchline took her time while many cameras captured
pictures. She picked up her pace and brought Batty to the brink over and
over, until he was blubbering to be put across the finish line. She
accommodated him with a series of long energetic strokes, her pelvis in
constant motion, and made him wail with a mix of pleasure and pain as he
at last spurted his cream onto the stage. She unfastened the straps from
her hips and thighs, to adjust and redo them around his, so that he was
wearing the harness inside out and it was holding the dildo inside it's
new wearer.
Looking dazed and sounding confused, his voice wispy, Bat Cape said,
"But I'm still horny."
"I know," The Laugher acknowledged before he giggled at what had been
accomplished. "That's part of the fun. You'll always be ready for more,
really want it, and not be able to get it from anything less than a king
size can-opener up your fundament. Sometimes you'll get it on stage but
most nights customers will pay to do you in the back room. You'll also
be providing oral services to guys and gals. From Bat Cape to Bat Babe
to Bat Slut. Just think of all the good times you have to look forward
to."
"Oh no," the Masked Mincer groaned. "You can't leave me in this
condition."
"Sure I can. Wouldn't want you getting any silly ideas about returning
to your old career. No, I like you much better this way. With tits so
overgrown and a bum so ginormous that there's no way you can ever go
after the criminal element again, and a reduced IQ that makes crime
solving impossible. Best of all, your sex drive will make it impossible
for you to go more than about a half hour without all your attention
going to having your prostate milked. Of course, if we only allow it
once a day, you'll spend the other 23 hours plus obsessing over it. All
your attention will be on that ridiculous dick, so small it wouldn't even
register on a Peter Meter. Fun, fun, fun."
"And if you don't want to wait even longer for your next session of
getting your pipes cleaned," Punchline suggested, "get down on your knees
and lick up that mess you made on my lover's nice clean stage."
Bat Cape sank into the required position, his arms still trapped behind
him, that awful fake cock tormenting his bung, the crowd relishing his
ordeal. As he lapped up his salty discharge, he raised his eyes to see
The Pelican, Half Face and Feline Femme gloating over his lowly status.
That would be a familiar sight in the days and weeks and months to come.
He was stuck and there was no way out. He was Bat Babe.
*********
(This mischief was provoked in part by the several super stories written
by C.C., including the devilishly clever SPRITZED!)
(Also, I updated my Fictionmania Biography to include the newest site I'm
posting stories on.)
Tammi
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