Bonney

Tim awoke in a confused and groggy state. At first, thinking what has just transpired with the Riddler was all a bad dream. He saw himself in a small room with not much in it but a stool and a mirror. He felt some kind of rumble as if he was in a moving vessel but brushed it off. Sitting down to collect his thoughts he stared into the mirror removing his gloves and pulling back his mask to look at himself in the eyes. He stopped when he realized something was off.

“Was my hair always this long?”

He questioned, noticing that his near buzz-cut black hair, perfect for fighting crime, had become more unkempt and grew almost to his shoulder while becoming just a bit lighter in color.

Tim wanted to dismiss this as just seeing things. The next part, however, he couldn’t as he saw his once blue eyes darken to new muddy browns that filled his scleras. All this while the slight stubble he has completely vanished leaving a smooth face. Recalling his interaction with Riddler mentioning something about anime and his slight visions of this world all he could do was come to a farfetched conclusion.

“I’m I becoming some anime character?”

He cried out with a slight panic in his voice. His assumptions were further confirmed when his whole body seemed to slim down to an unreasonable degree.

His arms and legs started to shrink. The once pristine figure he had worked to gain over many years was fading from him. His broad shoulders became much smaller while his ribcage changed position as if to prepare to accommodate changes that were yet to happen. Although he seemed to gain some height going from 165 cm to 174 cm.

All the body hair that he had disappeared leaving nothing but smooth silky skin. Even as he was feeling his new shape Tim noticed that his hands were becoming much more dainty and small with his fingernails lengthening as well.

“Riddler, whatever you’re doing, stop it now!”

Tim cried out but he heard no response as his body continued to morph. He felt a hard pain in his waist as it felt like it was clamping in on itself. Morphing to become much smaller, the Red Robin could only look down in bewilderment as a waist no bigger than 55cm now was a part of his figure.

His costume was now much more loose fitting but that would soon be rectified as he felt a sensation in his chest. His perfectly chiseled abs have now ballooned outwards becoming rounder and soft.

“Wha-what’s happening!? I-I’m growing t-t-t-tits!!??”

A shocked and flustered Tim exclaimed, putting his new delicate hands on the growing appendages as they started to slowly grow in. Ones that he could never think he would ever have, but there they are on his once fully male body.

But before he could further focus on that his hips cracked growing far outwards to childbearing proportions that couldn’t be smaller than 90 cm. His thighs became so much thicker and womanly. Even his rear grew significantly, almost popping out. Taking a moment to examine his new comically exaggerated hourglass figure Tim finally realized the full extent of what was happening.

“What kind of sick joke is this? Is Riddler making me some kind of Waifu for his own personal enjoyment?”

He cried out, however, the voice exiting his mouth wasn’t his. As he said the sentence his tone shifted from gruff and masculine to one that was much more high-pitched. This soft and heavenly delivery made Tim perform a double take

“E-even my voice, this is not right,” he verbalized pressing his hands on his throat where his adam’s apple once lay but alas there was nothing left but smooth womanly skin.

This distraction made Tim look up at the mirror where he saw a face that looked nothing like his. It was soft and delicate with a feminine jawline, pronounced eyelashes, potent red lipstick, along with an Anti-eyebrow under his right eye. He also had new pink hair that reached nearly all the way down to his hips.

“This can’t be happening!”

He asserted in denial. After that the growing mounds of flesh that Tim has recently obtained topped off at sizable EE cups. The two breasts combined with his hips and thighs being much more well-endowed stretched his costume to its limit.

This too would end up transforming as it was dividing into parts. The skin tight black leggings would split in two where one half became a baggy pair of orange-and-black striped buckled shorts while the other a pair of hot pink and dark red stockings with a yellow sun-like motif on them connected to his boots that gained high heels.

His utility belt vanished while the chest harness holding morphed into suspenders connected to his shorts. The red tunic shrunk with sleeves becoming thin straps until it was just a white low-cut tank top exposing both his midriff and new cleavage. Even his cape and mask weren't spared as his cape became a brown furred jacket that hung on his shoulders and his mask into a green Furażerka with a light-green lining that lay adorned on his head.

“I can’t believe I’m like this.”

Tim expressed still not used to his female voice.

The new clothes were very tight around his penis but that issue got cleared. As soon afterwards he felt a tingling sensation in his groin area as his flesh was being pulled inside his body. Instinctively Tim grabbed at it trying to save whatever he could.

“No! Anything but that!”

He cried out.

The very essence of his masculinity and what made him one of Batman’s boy wonders in the first place was receding away from him. His attempts to save it were futile as nothing could stop his manhood from shifting inside himself to produce a fully functional female anatomy complete with fertile ovaries, eggs, and a clitoris. The new lips between his or much more accurately now her legs cried out in satisfaction as the feeling of her old shaft descending into her body created a sense comparable to a female orgasm overwhelming Tim with great pleasure and euphoria.

Just then whatever vessel she was riding on hit some kind of turbulence knocking her on her new bubble butt greatly cushioning her fall.

Getting back to her senses she thought back to how the Riddler caused Tim all this discomfort. How she was supposed to be a man, a crime fighter even, not some thigh-endowed chick in a skimpy outfit. She could only imagine what **** she would intake on him once she got out of this virtual world.

“Riddler, You’ll pay!! I swear it,” she thought.

Just then there was a knock on the door

“Bonney are you still in there?” the voice questioned.