Batman, of course

The Dark Knight woke up, suddenly. Before he could remember anything, he noticed he felt… odd. His arms were chained up above his head, fully covered in a form fitting costume and gloves. Batman’s head was feeling fuzzy, so he began to look around. He was in a dark room, with a bright light directly above of him. He began to move his legs, and looked down, shocked at what he found.

Double-D breasts, on a lithe body. As his thighs moved around, they rubbed against each other, large and soft. Bruce moaned as a sudden sensation of pleasure came to the Dark Knight. What was going on?

There came a sound, and the confused crusader looked up, and saw a door opening, a man shrouded in light walking through. Batman quickly realized who it was. And try as he might, he could not utter a single word, a plea for help, a cry of joy at his friend’s presence. No sound escaped those lips now.

But Superman wasn’t there to save Batman. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said, “I’m going to explain it to you. You’re here because I put you here. I made you go here. I made you like… this.” He gestured to Batman’s feminine form.

“I don’t know why, but I suddenly decided I had a new goal in life, a new dream. And so I started with you. I began to sneak around, and put in **** into your every meal and drink. I put hypnotic devices everywhere, every place you frequented. Subliminal messages, hidden recordings, heck I even “convinced” your foes like Mad Hatter and Poison Ivy to put my messages into your mind whenever they attacked you. All just to make you… this.”

Batman could only watch horrified and confused, as Superman continued. “You thought it was all your idea. The changes. Starting small and subtle, only noticeable with a direct comparison. That is, until you decided you needed those,” he gestured to her large breasts, “and you bought the nicest pair you could get. And then, you begged and pleaded for Zatanna to make you perfect. Which she did… with my help. And now, here you are, my little whore. But you might have some questions. Why? When? Why can’t I remember anything about this?”

These were all true, of course.

“And the thing is, I admit… it’s because I wanted to see your slutty face one last time, before I make you into my whore. With this.” He pulled out, from his belt, a simple tube of lipstick. “When I apply this, your personality will shift permanently into Bat-Whore. And then you’ll be mine.”

Too weak to fight, Batman just gaped his mouth in horror, as Superman applied the lipstick.

And when he did, Batman’s mind immediately super-scrambled, all his memories and mind remained, but forever changed and shifted to be exactly what Clark had said, Superman’s permanent little Bat-Whore.

And as she swallowed his cock later, she decided she couldn’t be any happier.