Epilogue: Batbreeder VI: Batmothers, Incorporated

Caped crusaders sat around the table. Strong, intelligent women all.

Batgirl sat at the right hand of the empty chair at the head of the table. Her costume was distended by a pronounced belly. Spoiler and Black Bat sat at her right, their own stomaches bulging visibly. Opposite Batgirl was Batwoman, her dyed red hair an odd contrast with that of the younger woman.

The others...filtered in, by ones and two. Some knew each other, some did not. Zatanna. Vicki Vale. Lady Shiva. Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Holly Robinson, Catwoman's one-time replacement. Beryl Hutchinson, the Knight, from the United Kingdom. Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress. Renee Montoya, the Question. Zinda Blake, Lady Blackhawk. Katherine Spencer, Manhunter. Katarina Armstrong, Spy Smasher. Mary Turner, Strix. Yamashiro Tatsu, Katana. If they showed any surprise at the bat-family pregnancies, they did not show it.

At the opposite end of the tabel, Lois Lane sat. Batgirl and Batwoman made the introductions.

Patience crumbled.

"Where is he?" Lady Shiva asked. "Where is the Batman? He is who called us here, no?"

"Here," a voice growled as it stepped forth from the shadows....but the figure was not the caped crusader they knew. Shorter, less broad at the shoulders, less muscular. Small breasts beneath the bat-sigil on her chest, and an armored midriff. The Dark Knight took their seat at the head of the table.

"What is this?" Lady Shiva said. "You are not Batman!"

"She was," Zatanna said. "I used my magic to turn him into a woman."

Eyes widened behind masks.

"Why?" Vicki Vale asked.

The former Batman spread her hands to indicate the batwomen near the front of the table.

"I take it you've noticed the conditions of my colleagues," Bryce Wayne, the former Batman said, her voice husky. "I too am now in the family way. That is why I asked you to come here tonight. To invite you all to join us as part of a new enterprise—Batmothers, Inc."

As Lois Lane, acting as secretary, scribbled notes, Bryce laid out her vision. The world still needed heroes. A genuine family, lending assistance, both financial and tactical, to help raise a new generation.

"No more orphans," Bryce said as she finished.

"You...you want us to get pregnant?" Vicki Vale said. "Some of us aren't ready for that, Br—Bryce."

"Some of us as gay," the Question added. The strange featureless face focused on Batwoman for a moment. "Although I see that hasn't stopped some."

"The timing is never right," Batgirl broke in. "And we won't **** anyone. What we're offering for those who wish to join is...assistance. Comfort. Sorority. We can help arrange fertility treatments, insemination, and all medical support—all in conditions of absolute safety and security."

"Daughter," Lady Shiva turned to Cassandra Cain, the Black Bat. "I see the Batmatron has already converted you to this mad plan."

The younger woman nodded, slightly...and then spoke. "You wished for an heir, mother. Why stop at one? You're still fertile..."

Lady Shiva snorted. "If I wished to be impregnated, I would. I do not need your Batmothers to help me."

"No, you don't need us," Batwoman said. "But perhaps we need you. For most of us, these are our first pregnancies—I know 'Batmatron' as you put it, has certainly never had to deal with this. Neither have I. That's why we would like you to be a part of this—even if you don't want to get pregnant."

The Asian woman sat back, surprised at this turn of events. "I see."

Catwoman leaned forward. "If we say yes...do we get to find out who put a bun in the Batman's oven?"

Bryce allowed herself a little smile. "If you say yes, you'll get to meet them."

There was talk. Questions. Assurances. Batgirl and Batwoman had walked them through the network that had been set up, handed out slim black credit cards that would work at any Wayne Enterprises-connected clinic across the world, guranteeing payment as well as special services. Some personal invitations were made, too...and Lois didn't doubt that soon Catwoman and possibly a few of the other members of Batmothers, Inc. would be moving in. Some needed more convincing than others...but to Lois Lane's surprise, not one had said no.

Back at Wayne Mansion, Lois sipped a glass of cranberry juice, wishing it was stronger...but Albert had carefully removed all the **** from the premises. It wasn't good for pregnant women.

Bryce entered, her cowl off, the thinnest and sheerest of grey robes tied around her naked baby. The sight of the small, pointed breasts, visible beneath the fabric, made the reporter's cock ache.

"That went well," Lois said, putting her knees together to prevent her erection from tenting her skirt.

"It's a start," Bryce said. She grabbed a bottle of Perrier and popped it open. Sauntered over to Lois, hips swaying. The reporter was amazed at how quickly the former Batman had adapted to her body, to the way it moved. Effortlessly, she slid down into Lois's lap, her slim, strong arm curled around the reporter's back, so that the fingers of her hand stroked the dickgirl's neck.

"You want to recruit more?" Lois said, suddenly breathless. She had caught a glimpse of the breeding schedule that 'Batmatron' had set up. It was...aggressive.

"I've talked to Zatanna. No more using magic to change genders against their will...but I'm hoping some of the Batmen of the world will think about taking a year off. With the right assurances."

Lois nearly spat out her cranberry juice.

"You want me to impregnate people like Nightwing and Red Robin?"

Bryce nodded. "And Chief Man-of-Bats, and a few others. Strike while the iron is hot."

She buried her face against Lois Lane's neck, the hot lips kissing and sucking urgently against the reporter's skin. Lois could feel her cock throb now, beneath her legs, threatening to burst forth at any moment.

"But tonight...I think we should celebrate," Bryce lifted her head and looked Lois in the eye. "I wasn't lying, at the meeting. The pregnancy test came up positive. I triple-checked."

"Then...why..." Lois was panting as Bryce grabbed the reporter's wrist and slid the dickgirl's hand inside the Batmatron's robe. The reporter cupped the breast instinctively, the nipple already rock hard.

The reporter dumbly opened her legs. Bryce smiled, and pulled the glass from Lois's hand before it spilled on the carpet.

"You have a gift, Lois," Batmatron said as she rolled the skirt up, and the rising cock nearly hit the pregnant woman in the pussy. Bryce rested her elbows on Lois's shoulders as the reporter peeled off the thin grey robe that concealed the hard, muscular body. "You need to share it. But there are times when...I admit...I want you all to myself."

Bryce sank down, and Lois was not surprised to find the former Batman dripping wet, the tight twat spreading easily to accommodate her girthy prick. The little squirrel moans of pleasure that only she had ever heard as the athletic young woman that had been billionaire Bruce Wayne let gravity take her down and squirmed on her cock.

"Bryce...I...I think I..."

Batmatron sealed the dickgirl reporter's mouth with a kiss. Theirs could not be a traditional marriage. Too many women needed the babies that Lois Lane would fuck into them. Yet they would, through their partnership, be the head of a very unusual clan...and Lois Lane realized, as she struggled to keep from cumming too quickly, that Bryce Wayne was the women she wanted to impregnate forever and always.