A suit so thin and tight it's basically indistinguishable from body paint

"God, yes please. I just want to be done with this now," Barbara whimpered, acutely aware of the chill air of the Batcave on her naked and wet body (particularly with regards to her highly erect nipples).

"Aw, what's the matter Babs? Sure looked like you were having fun to me!" Inara exclaimed with gleeful enjoyment as she watched Barbara blush again at the reminder of her repeated orgasms.

"Certainly, miss - right this way," Alfred replied smoothly to Barbara.

Barbara followed Alfred to a slightly raised metal platform with two small indents parallel to each other and about a foot apart.

"This is set up to assist with donning the new material, as one downside is it can be a bit difficult to put on otherwise in its current iteration. Please place your feet in those indents there, and raise your arms straight up over your head and keep them there while looking straight forward," Alfred said, calmly explaining why this was there and what she should do next.

Barbara couldn't help but feel a bit of trepidation as she saw Inara holding one of her hands in front of her mouth in a faux-attempt to cover her still clearly visible shit-eating grin. Still, at this point she was willing to accept that literally anything would be a step up from the nothing she had to wear now. With anxiety still in her heart, she followed Alfred's instructions and assumed the indicated stance, acutely aware of how moving her feet so far apart had spread her recently gaped pussy open again.

With a slight mechanical whir, a metal ring rose from the edges of the platform with a bar going across the ring that went between Barbara's spread legs. The ring then collapsed to a smaller size that was only a couple inches away from Barbara's body, and began to be raised up by a telescoping rod on one end of the platform. The ring and bar had some kind of thing, stretchy material attached to them that they were pulling up over Barbara's body.

The apparatus then proceeded to go up the full length of Barbara's body all the way up to the tips of her raised fingers, covering everything but the back of her hair and the bottom of her face with the material as it did so. Barbara, required to keep looking forward, couldn't watch it do any of this except for the moment it passed directly in front of her eyes, but she felt slightly encouraged by the fact that she actually seemed to be getting full-body coverage, just like her old costume had given her. Maybe Inara decided to have a little mercy for once, Barbara thought wishfully (and inaccurately).

While the apparatus was doing this, Alfred had been wheeling up a full floor-length mirror behind Barbara. He reached her just as Barbara was finishing having her new costume put on her. "Ah, if you'll just turn around then you can admire your new suit properly, miss," Alfred advised.

Barbara took his prompt and turned to take herself in. She was immediately struck dumb by what she was seeing in the mirror, and a new wave of color rushed to her cheeks. This new suit was clinging to her so tightly and was made of such thin material that it hardly offered any more modesty than body paint would have. Her recently enlarged breasts and still-hard nipples were outlined perfectly, as were her pussy lips, clearly showing the exact shape of her vagina to anyone and everyone who might care to look. It clung to her body so tightly and with such flexibility that even her clitoris (still erect from her arousal and earlier orgasmic humiliation) and her interior pussy lips could be made out distinctly. She numbly turned to check and confirmed it clung to and displayed her ass just as well, not that she'd expected anything different at this point. It did technically obscure her face enough to protect her identity, but that was the only good thing she could say about it.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohhhhhh my god, your face!" Inara cackled as she saw Barbara's dumbstruck expression as she took in what she'd be wearing to fight crime going forward. Even after everything Inara had put her through Barbara could clearly still feel humiliated anew, and Inara loved that about her. Really, she'd almost be sad once she finally broke her.

"Oh my god... it's like I'm basically still naked. And this is what I'll be wearing to fight criminals?" Barbara muttered numbly, mostly to herself, too worn down by everything to even muster proper outrage at Inara's bullshit this time.

Alfred overheard her comment and nodded enthusiastically. "That's right, miss! The material is so light and offers such freedom of movement that it's like you're practically wearing nothing at all!

"...That's not really what I-"

Alfred continue, too excited to pause and let her speak. "And yet even so, it offers nearly as much protection as your old suit! It's truly incredible; we were just going to use it as a second layer of protection that could fit under all your suits, but when we realized the nature of your condition I thought this might have potential. Well? How do you feel?"

Barbara pushed past her numbness to take stock of herself. Begrudgingly, she had to admit that she was feeling none of the "overheating" symptoms that had made other clothes basically nonviable for her. "...I guess this could actually work, yeah," she admitted sullenly. Inara had, technically, kept her promise not to stop her from continuing to be a hero.

Alfred beamed, taking no heed of her tone thanks to Inara's manipulations. "Wonderful, simply wonderful miss! Why don't you go ahead and try running through a few combat routines against the combat dummies," Alfred suggested, gesturing in the direction of said dummies.

Barbara sighed. She might as well. Better to get a sense of it now than in the field. She walked over to the dummies and swiftly launched into one of her standard attack sequences.

Right away, Barbara could identify a whole new problem with this "suit," if it could even be called that. In fact, she started to realize the issue even just during the walk over. It wasn't the complete lack of support for her breasts causing them to bounce around wildly (not to mention painfully), which she'd already expected. (She tried to block out Inara shouting "Woo, shake them thangs!" in the background at that.)

No, it was something even worse.

The material was so smooth - almost silken-feeling - and clung to her so tightly that as it stretched and shifted to accommodate her movements (and Barbara had to admit that Alfred was right, it was causing no issues there at least) it was... stimulating, certain parts of her.

Or to put it less delicately, it was rubbing over her pussy, clit, nipples, and even her still-tender asshole like it was caressing every sensitive point on her body, and it felt really good. Too good, in fact. Barbara stubbornly pressed on and tried to ignore the sensations, but by the time she finished her first couple combat routines, she was panting because of more than just the physical exertion. She had already brought herself to the edge - not of her physical limits, but of the point of orgasm.

With this suit, every fight - hell, every anything given how it feels from literally any movement - is going to be a battle to not cum in public, Barbara thought miserably. Even if I manage it, how am I going to feel after several hours of basically constantly edging myself?

Alfred cleared his throat. "Ah, I think this is a good opportunity to point out another of the new suit's features!"

Inara grinned. "Ooh, great idea Alfie. I was wondering when he'd get to this."

Oh no, Barbara thought as her pattern recognition kicked in.

"As you can likely tell now, miss, even though the suit will 'stick', as it were, very tightly to the wearer, it's still designed to be completely breathable," Alfred explained. "That way, your sweat - or other bodily fluids - will not be trapped against your skin but instead can easily pass through," Alfred continued, gesturing broadly towards Barbara's lower half as he did so.

Barbara looked down at herself instinctively when he did so. "Oh no," she moaned as she finished mentally translating what Alfred just said and blushed bright red as she realized why Alfred had picked now to bring it up. In other words, everybody will be able to tell when my pussy is wet even though I'm technically wearing something. Wet, like it is right now. And presumably will be nearly constantly when I'm wearing this FUCKING suit, given how it feels. Oh god, this is almost worse than being naked...

"No, it's really true!" Alfred exclaimed brightly, completely misinterpreting the reason for Barbara's protest thanks to Inara, who was visibly loving everything about Barbara's current situation. "The suit is also designed to make it easy for you to, ah, 'relieve yourself' if necessary without having to remove and then redon the whole suit through a simple and intuitive process," Alfred continued. "Observe!"

"Wait, what does that mea-"

Barbara's words were cut off abruptly as Alfred poked her in the belly button. With that, a portion of the suit barely narrower than her hips detached from the rest of the suit right above her butt. It then furled itself up as it slid down over her ass, between her legs, and up past her pussy to right below her belly button. Leaving Barbara bereft of even the dubious "coverage" the suit had offered for her once-private areas below her waist once again.

Worse, the material continued to cling to her as it furled itself up, essentially dragging itself over her asshole, pussy, and clit. As close to the edge as Barbara had been, that was more than sufficient to push her over into coming. Her pussy was already red and swollen from her repeated orgasms earlier, and its resulting sensitivity left her no chance to resist successfully. Under the patient eyes of Alfred, Barbara unwillingly moaned and shuddered her way through yet another humiliating orgasm, pussy juices running down her legs in a stream.

"Nice to see you're having so much fun with your new suit, Babs!" Inara chimed in with malicious cheer. "What can I say except you're welcome!"

"Are you finished climaxing, miss?" Alfred inquired politely, entirely unfazed and unmoved by Barbara's continuing sexual humiliation thanks to Inara's meddling. "I don't want to continue if you aren't able to listen yet."

"I... yes, I have finished. Um. Climaxing," Barbara said, doing her best to shut Inara out and bright red as she uttered words she'd never have dreamed she'd be saying to Alfred, but knowing the butler was far too polite to continue without her confirmation.

"Excellent! Now, as you can see, this will promptly free the areas where you might need to relieve yourself from the suit," Alfred continued. "To close the suit up again, just pull it back to where it detached and it will automatically reseal itself."

Barbara gave this a shot, and immediately found a problem. The highly elastic material would try to furl itself back up again if she gave it the slightest opportunity, and it was awkward to say the least to have to pass it through her own legs and then press it to her own lower back. It wound up taking more than a minute for her to successfully close her suit again, and in the process she was pulling the material around over her pussy again, forcing her to bite her lip to not entirely successfully stifle a moan.

"So, any questions, miss?" Alfred asked once she'd finished.

"...So to summarize, this is the only coverage I can wear while fighting crime, there is no way to cover it with anything less tight, it will let any and all body fluids through including those from a... private region... and if literally anybody pokes me in the belly button my suit will automatically open to leave my vagina and butt completely exposed until I go through that whole process to close it up again?" Barbara 'asked' resignedly.

"Exactly correct, miss," Alfred confirmed, unable to see any problems with anything Barbara had just said.

"Great. Just. Just great," Barbara said grimly.

"Babs, I couldn't agree more," Inara said in response, smirking at her from barely two feet away now.