Barbara has both a dream and a rude awakening

Barbara Gordon woke up horny.

She could feel her pussy, wet and needy, breasts hot and throbbing to be touched, nipples hard and aching for a good sucking.

And it was wonderful!

Her brain felt like pink champagne, all sweet and bubbly. She giggled as her eyes fluttered open, then followed that up with a delighted moan as her hands moved to play with herself with no hesitation.

"Mmmm . . ."

She lay bathed in sunlight from a nearby window on a sumptuous white four poster bed, completely nude. The sunlight didn't have anything to do with how hot she felt however, how wonderful. She lifted her head, long red hair done up in loose pigtails and yawned, stretching out her sexy body like a cat before opening her big blue eyes.

The first thing she saw was her titties, the massive mounds jutting up big and beautiful from beneath her collarbone, with long, thick pink nipples just perfect to play with. Distantly, she remembered a fuzzy time when they used to be way smaller and she didn't call them titties, but that was boring and uninteresting . . . unlike her fat, fuckable nips. She gave them each a gentle squeeze and a light pull, giggling and the moaning at the sensations.

"Morning, girls! Mmm . . . yeah . . ."

She kept one hand there, slim fingers massaging her pale titflesh expertly, as the other slid down her toned tummy to her waiting pussy.

"Ooh, yeah . . . mmm . . . yeah!" she moaned again as her second hand found its way between her toned thighs, distantly noticing her red pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart - not that it mattered. Her fingers found her wet, eager folds and she gently rubbed her clit with her thumb as she slid two fingers inside of herself. She giggled and moaned again at how good it felt.

She wondered if somebody would come in and fuck her or if she'd just have to get herself off with her hands. She really hoped the first one happened - she'd fuck anybody who walked in the door right now! Boys, girls, anybody!

Just the thought was getting her even hotter. She was getting herself nice and close to the first of many easy orgasms when the TV screen across from the bed she lay masturbating on clicked itself on.

It was her! Or at least a version of her. This version of her was boring - wearing clothes that covered up her sexy body and making a dumb, sad face.

"Barbara, it's me. I'm you. I know you don't want to pay attention but you have to because this is very, VERY important. Listen to me now."

She giggled. The version of her on the TV was so dumb! She didn't even know her name!

"I'm not you! I'm Barbie, silly!" she said to the TV version of herself before squeezing one of her fat titties. "Mmm . . ."

The image on the TV screen didn't reply, just kept on talking in the same weary tone, looking distracted and sad.

"I don't know how much of my mind I have left at this point but if nothing else, you must remember this ONE thing - do NOT say the word "WISH!" Please, no matter how far gone you are, you can't let her win!"

Barbie just giggled and ignored the version of her on TV, sliding another finger deep inside herself and moaning.

"She might have reduced me - you - us - to some simpering bimbo or brainless whore but, so long as I don't make a wish, she's stuck with me until the day I die and she can't hurt anyone else."

The TV was so boring! Barbie frowned and took one hand away from playing with her big titties to look for the remote, maybe find some hot porn to watch.

"Listen to me, Bruce and Dick and the others - they'll give you literally anything you want-"

Barbie's eyes brightened and her pussy churned at the magic word.

"Dick? Mmmm, Dick!" she agreed happily. "I want Dick!"

"Just so long as you don't make a damn wish, for anything. They'll take care of you, give you all the sex you could ever want, but only if you promise to never, EVER make a wish!"

"Gimme sex!" Barbie chirped agreeably. "I want Dick!"

The boring version of herself on the TV kept talking, rubbing her brow.

"I've told them to make sure this video plays automatically every morning when I wake up as a reminder to myself and made everyone promise none of them would watch it, so I won't be incurring any more goddamn penalties from that bitch, Inara."

Suddenly, a totally hot girl appeared next to Barbie's bed! She was a dark skinned cutie with a big spankable bubble butt, long legs and huge sexy titties to play with, dressed in nothing but purple silks.

"Hiya! I'm Barbie! Wanna fuck me?" Barbie chirped, spreading her legs and lewdly lifting her tits at the hottie who seemed really familiar for some reason. Distantly, anger and hatred flitted across her mind like a thunderstorm, but vanished almost immediately in a wave of pink bubbles and horniness.

"Oh, honey, I'd say I've already fucked you more ways than you could even understand anymore." the hot girl purred with a smirk on her face. "But what's one more?"

Barbie eagerly spread her legs to let this totally sexy girl eat her hot little pussy, giggling.

"I can only hope that somehow we figure out a way to beat her before I lose more than my dignity. Maybe Fate or Zatanna-" the boring girl who looked kinda like her said but she stopped listening at that point. She was gonna get fucked!

"If you really want me to fuck you, Barbie, you have to say the words . . ." Inara cooed, reaching down to massage her breasts expertly and pull on her hard nipples, making her moan in delight.

"Ooh! Mmm, yeah! Play with my titties!" Barbie giggled delightedly. It felt so good when another girl played with her titties! She was gonna get fucked!

But the other girl kept talking instead of eating her pussy or sucking on her titties or anything fun.

"Barbie, focus. Listen to me. If you want more, if you want to get fucked, you need to say "Inara, I specifically wish . . ."

Distantly, a tiny corner of what was left of Barbara Gordon's mind began to scream at her in fear and alarm . . . but all that mattered was how good the other girl's hands felt and getting fucked!

"Inara, I . . . ooh, yeah, pull on my nips, just like that! Ah!"

"Say it. Say "Inara, I specifically wish!"

Inara made an annoyed noise, then leaned down close and whispered it again in her ear.

"Repeat after me, Barbie. Inara."

"Inara . . ."

"I."

"I . . ."

"Specifically."

"Sp-spec- . . ." Barbie stuttered. Big words were hard, especially when she just wanted this hottie to shut up and fuck her!

"Specifically!" the girl hissed and pinched her nipples painfully hard - or at least what would have been hard if Barbie's body was able to feel anything but bliss anymore. Instead, she just saw stars and felt an orgasm rushing on like a freight train.

"SPECIFICALLY, ooh!"

"Wish!" the ifrit snarled in her ear. "Say it, say wish!"

"WIIIIIISH!" Barbie half-moaned, half-screamed as the girl mauled her big titties and slid another hand between her legs.

"That this dream will come true!" Inara purred as she moved her face up against Barbies for a kiss, purple eyes gleaming with triumph and lust. Her hot, nimble hands coaxed a thunderous orgasm out of her.

Barbie's mouth began to form the words, about to scream them in orgasmic delight . . .

Only for Barbara Gordon to wake up screaming in terror.

"NOOOOO!" she bellowed, finally waking up in real life, only to find herself strapped to a gurney and in a hospital gown panting and covered in sweat.

Panting, she slowly began to take in her surroundings. She was still in the Batcave, in the distant portion by the bathroom and showers used for medical purposes. Her clothes had been removed and replaced with a hospital gown, with sensors on her body and an IV in her wrist. Thick leather straps held her down.

"Morning, buttslut! Well, evening, really but- aw, look at you! Aw, did someone have herself a widdle nightmare?" Inara asked, standing over her with an expression of mock innocence on her cruel, sultry features.

Barbara nearly launched herself at her but found she couldn't move due to the restraints.

"I'll- I'll never let you win! I'll never let THAT become a reality!" she snarled angrily, trying to hide how terrified that dream had made her, how painfully, vividly real it had all felt.

"Oh, honey - if you don't make those seven wishes, that's your future! I guarantee it."

Barbara closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, taking in long, even breaths to steady herself before trusting herself to speak again.

"I'm smarter than you think, Inara. And you've overplayed your hand. Now that I know what you've got planned for me, I can counteract it, plan for it-"

"Or, just putting this out there, you could make seven harmless little wishes!" Inara said with a snort of annoyance. "Just easy peasy stuff! You hate that bitch Poison Ivy, right? Wish she was addicted to cum and bam, she stops being a supervillainess and starts being a streetwalker! Harley Quinn gets on your nerves, so why not wish her away to a brothel? Or just give her boobs bigger than her head, that'll stop her from flipping around causing trouble for sure! Make Talia Al Ghul or Circe's IQs lower than their bra sizes or turn them into Batman's pet sex slaves!"

Barbara didn't say anything, grimly ignoring the ifrit as she tested the straps around her collarbone, stomach and waist, finding no way to get loose.

"Or hey, like I offered, you can even improve someone's life! Alyssa wants to be a girl, so just wish her to have a beautiful, sexy pussy! Make her dreams come true! Make that Doctor Leslie Thompson young and hot again or maybe even turn that sweet old butler into a hot young stud! By my lamp, why not both? Think of the good you could do!"

Barbara finally stopped fidgeting and snapped at her.

"Good? You think I honestly believe you care about doing GOOD after that penalty nightmare you put me through?"

Inara smirked and then belly laughed.

"What? Ha! Oh, you honestly thought the NIGHTMARE was the penalty? No, my dumb little buttslut, that just was me getting to make you do any sexy thing I wanted with penalty number one - in this case, I made you have a wet dream since they knocked you out so fast."

Barbara felt her stomach drop.

"No, no, this - THIS is the penalty."

Barbara gasped as she felt her breasts begin to tingle, a strange warmth filling her chest. A haunting image from the nightmare suddenly filled her mind - massive, comically huge breasts jutting from her body, the kind of tits only a stripper or porn star would want. Breasts that would forever ruin her career as Batgirl and rob Barbara Gordon of her dignity. What cup size were they even? E? F? G?

"Inara, stop! Stop! Stop this, please, stop this!"

"Oh, what's that? You DON'T want huge boobs? Funny, sure seems to me like you envied that Power Girl an awful lot when I dug around in your mind . . ."

Barbara hissed, the sensation of her expanding titflesh feeling achingly pleasant and warm, nipples rubbing against the rough cotton of the gown. How bad was the damage already? And why did she have to make it feel so damn good? She felt her face burning with shame as she broke down and begged.

"Please, I'll make a damn wish, just not this! Anything but this!"

"Do you promise?"

"I-"

She burned with shame but she nodded.

"I promise, just- just stop!"

"Let's seal it with a kiss."

Inara smiled and leaned down to kiss her, a tiny peck on her lips, and the feverish warm radiating from her chest stopped and receded. She glanced down and sighed with relief. Her C-cups remained thankfully unchanged.

"Done. No huge titties for you, Barbie - at least not yet. You get a different penalty tonight, since you begged so prettily."

"What-" she began to ask, only to feel that strange, hot tingling again . . . this time in her mouth. "Mmmph!"

Barbara moaned as she felt her lips swell out and expand to beestung pouts, swollen up to an Angelina Jolie-esque degree.

"Wha- wha duh you duh to muh mouth?" she mumbled, her huge lips tingling with every syllable and feeling a little drool slip out as she spoke.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be able to talk normally again in a minute or two. To answer your question, I've given you - what's the phrase? DSL? CSL? Basically, your lips are now huge, puffy, erogenous zones. Since you like to back talk me so, SO much . . . well, now, the more you talk, the more you'll feel the lips between your legs start to tingle, just a bit. Oh, but the real fun, that comes with kissing . . ."

Inara leaned back down and gave Barbara another tiny kiss. The sensations from her huge new lips were like having both of her nipples sucked at the same time and she gasped. She pulled away with a giggle.

"And sucking!"

"Whuh-"

Inara stuck a finger in Barbara's mouth without warning and her lips, much to her shock, instinctively puckered and began to suck . . . then radiate pure pleasure.

"Now, you and I BOTH know you never had these pleasure pillows attached to your mouth, but as far as everyone else remembers, you've now always been Barbara "Big Lips" Gordon."

Barbara tried to **** herself to stop sucking on the ifrit's finger or at least bite down angrily, brain woozy with pleasure, but found that she couldn't do either.

"Growing up was so hard for you - big ugly Fish Lips Barbara Gordon - until you turned 14 and those giant soup coolers started getting the attention of boys and you realized how INCREDIBLY good it felt to kiss, then how good it felt to do . . . OTHER things. You were SO ashamed - the good little policeman's daughter! - but you just couldn't stop yourself!"

The redhead let out a mewling noise around Inara's finger that was a mixture of rage, arousal and pleasure.

"This is your penalty - sexy, fuckable lips that won't stop sucking anything until you either cum . . . or someone else does. You can't say no to oral sex but, on the bright side, this is how it'll feel when you finish sucking a cock or eating a pussy to completion."

"Gllk! Ufff! MMMPH! MMMMMMMMM!" Barbara responded wordlessly as she came hard, pussy suddenly exploding without warning, eyes seeing stars, mouth still wrapped around Inara's finger. The orgasm was as intense as the one she'd had last night when Dick had fucked her, leaving her utterly breathless and dizzy.

The ifrit pulled out her finger with an audible pop, leaving Barbara panting for air.

"I . . . ugh . . . yuh . . ." she babbled, feeling drool slid down the side of her flushed cheeks and trembling with both rage and the aftershock of the powerful orgasm. "I . . . hate . . . you."

"Tsk, tsk! Rude! Especially when I've given you SUCH a nice gift!"

Distantly, Barbara heard Alfred's voice.

"Nothing on the south side but- oh! The monitors say that she's waking up! I'll go and check on her, Master Dick. Yes, I'll keep you appraised the moment I know more about her condition. Keep searching for the plant, rest assured I will not let her do anything she regrets. Alfred, out."

As the butler's steps approached, Ifrit pulled away and wiped her finger on Barbara's gown with a wink.

"I'll leave you and that sweet old man alone. Make sure to think about that wish you promised me, though! You've got until sunrise to make it or else you also get the original penalty . . . but doubled."

Barbara shuddered as the ifrit vanished with a blown kiss and Alfred entered the room.

"Miss Gordon? Are you- how do you feel?" he asked, blushing faintly as he advanced with a syringe held cautiously in one hand.

"I'm fuh- fine." Barbara whispered. "In control. I'm in control again, Alfred."

But was she really?