Mess with her more

You decide that it’ll be fun to mess with her some more. She’s now obviously incredibly conflicted with herself, and you want to see how far it goes. You stroke your member just a little bit, allowing it to get harder, watching Batwoman’s face as the lust behind her eyes grows. “You’ve said you’ve never given a blow job, right? Or a titjob?” As you ask the question, you gently move your penis to the left and to the right, seeing her eyes trail it.

“Yes… I mean, no. I’ve never given a blow…” Batwoman lost her train of thought for a moment. She quickly snapped back, stating, “no! I haven’t! I’m a lesbian. A lesbian, dammit!” At this point, it was more about her convincing herself than trying to convince you. It was really fun, you had to admit, although the next woman you take over would probably get it easier.

“Are you sure about that?” You ask, staring at the cleavage hole in her costume. It exposed her big, white, milky breasts, tits that she now retroactively had expanded so there was more for men to see. You had made it so she adored when men stared at her cleavage, had a real enjoyment and thrill from it even. And even now, the feeling of adoration she was getting from you looking at her jugs was overwhelmingly her natural sense of disgust.

“I mean, wouldn't you want to start? I can clearly tell that you do. Look at you, primed and ready to suck my cock, on your knees for me, it’s perfect! You just have to say yes.”