Barbara Gordon had never once imagined she'd be parading around Gotham City in next to nothing, much less with a set of giant breasts that bordered on practical joke sized on her slim, athletic frame. Inwardly she was screaming with frustration and rage at Inara but outwardly, her face never changed from an insipid grin as she made her way down the fire escape stairs, her massive new tits swaying and jiggling with each step in her barely there top.
"Goddamit, Inara!" she thought furiously. "Stop this!"
"Sorry, what's that? I couldn't hear you over your heroic monologue!" the ifrit replied with a snort.
"Those cunning minxes Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn will no doubt expect me to attack from the rooftops!" she heard herself announce to nobody in cheesy voice as she made her way down to the alley next to Montoya's apartment building, her huge new tits nearly slapping her in the face as she made the short drop. "But by simply walking down the streets of Gotham City to their lair, I shall achieve the element of surprise!"
Speaking of surprise, a nearby wino at the mouth of the alley awoke at her words, then goggled at Barbara's new figure displayed in her new Batslut "uniform."
"Fuck me! Them's some huge fucking hangers!" the old man slurred enthusiastically as he grabbed his crotch, leering at her breasts and ignoring the rest of her. Barbara wanted to retch and turn away but instead she just continued to smile insipidly and briefly arched her back at him, showing off. The wino gave an appreciative grunt and began unbuckling his stained trousers.
"Hmm, you do know I can make you do ANYTHING sexual right now?" Inara said with a thoughtful tap of her lower lip as she wandered around Barbara in a circle. "I was going to have you go stop Ivy and Harley in a very Batslut fashion but maybe some "community service" might be better! Helping the less fortunate is a thing you superheroines do after all, right?"
Barbara felt her hands go to the clasp of the top that barely contained her new tits, preparing to display them in full to the wino. Inwardly, she retched at the thought of touching this man, much less fucking him - she could smell him from where she was standing and he reeked.
"Inara, please, not that!" she thought with disgust. "Can't we make a- a deal or something?"
Time suddenly slowed to a crawl around them and Inara stopped her circling to face Barbara, a triumphant look playing across her sensual features.
"Huh, so this is how that Flash guy sees things? Fun! Anyways, I'm listening. What did you have in mind?"
Barbara Gordon felt control of her body return to her, changed as it was. She instantly raised up her arms to try and cover her massive new breasts, although it was a lost cause, given their size and how much of a canyon of cleavage was on display.
"I made that deal with you about my lips exactly so I wouldn't have these- these ridiculous cow udders!" she snapped.
"Not hearing a deal, Barbie, but if you really want me to give them back to that cop who'll need to pay for reduction surgery and suffer her whole life instead of letting you just make them appear and disappear with your superpowers, I'm good with that." the ifrit replied, motioning to snap her fingers.
Barbara's eyes narrowed.
"Wait, what do you mean "appear and disappear?"
"I know you were a little busy losing your pussy eating cherry at the time, but I did tell you - Batslut's got superpowers! Not my fault you're busy being too much of a mouthy bitch to have me explain them to you."
Barbara's memory was photographic and so she knew what she had to do, even if she didn't like it. She sank to her knees in the alley before the horrible creature who was making her life a living hell and spat the words out through gritted teeth.
"Thank you for making me dress like the dumb little buttslut I am, Inara!"
"See, was that really so hard?" Inara replied, her own now less generous bust quaking with laughter at the situation.
"Now then, since you just asked me soooo nicely - you've got two! Batslut - that's you - can do anything so long as it wouldn't be out of place in a porno. I watched all of that modern day stuff while you were out cold and it inspired me. That includes getting people to fuck her at the drop of a hat for the most ridiculous reasons imaginable and be places she isn't supposed to be. Logic, what's logic?" she finished with a giggle.
Barbara pinched the bridge of her nose as she stood up.
"And the other one?"
"Batslut can also shapeshift! Kind of - which is to say Batslut can change her body type to become the ultimate fantasy slut of anyone she meets! Turn into whatever gets the other person off the hardest, their totally irresistible dream girl. I just made sure that your default Batslut body has your original curves plus a not so little upgrade or two." Inara finished with a reach to honk her huge tits, making her hiss with pleasure before slapping them away.
"But you said I can make these monstrosities disappear?" she muttered, trying to compose herself after the grope. Fuck, these things were sensitive!
"Well, sure! Every superheroine has a secret identity!" Inara replied with a wink. "I got inspired by that do-gooder you know, Captain Shazam or whatever his name is. If you say a magic word, you get to turn back into good old flat-chested Barbie Gordon or back into Batslut!"
"So, what's the magic word?" Barbara asked with narrowed eyes.
"Gosh, it's right on the tip of my tongue!" Inara replied with faux-innocence. "You know, I bet I'll remember once you fuck a few guys."
Barbara wanted to strangle her but **** herself to keep her cool.
"I know you can already make me do one sexual thing because I said your name out loud. What's it going to take for it not to be fucking that wino?"
The Arabian beauty let out a belly laugh.
"Fucking? Oh, I was just going to have you give him your first proper titfuck now that you've got the goods but that is sooo much better. How selfless of you!"
"Inara!" she snapped, hands flexing into fists and back. "Can you for once in your life just-"
She took a deep breath to calm herself, feeling her massive new mounds lift and flex as she did so.
"What do you want?"
Inara's expression turned dark and hungry and she leaned over into her space, whispering in her ear.
"I want you to admit you're not so pure and innocent. I want you to think up at least two of your hottest, darkest fantasies and then make them come true with your new Batslut body. If you do that, I promise your little penalty tonight won't be something you hate and I'll even throw in saving the day from Harley and Ivy as a bonus."
She stepped away and gave her an evil little grin.
"Otherwise, it's time to fuck the homeless! Hmm, get off by making your wildest dreams come true or fuck a wino? Tough choice, right?"
"You're- you're just going to try and trick me or twist them into something sick." Barbara muttered, her pale skin blushing a deep red all over as she thought about her sexual fantasies. "Again!"
"Nope. I'll let you live out those two fantasies just as you've always imagined them, Ifrit's honor." Inara said with a smirk. "It'll be way more fun that way."
Barbara Gordon grit her teeth and sighed. There was really **** at all but at least she could try and minimize the damage her thoughtless wishing had caused . . . and yes, maybe enjoy some fantasies. They'd have to be harmless, however, so she'd have to be careful when thinking of them up and admitting to them - not like the ones she occasionally had about Superman, who was a married man after all-
"Ooh, very good choice, Barbie!" Inara interrupted, making her the redhead blink with shock.
"What? I didn't even say anything!" she sputtered.
"No, but you thought it!" Inara replied with a huge grin. "Let's go see if he really is the Man of Steel!"
With a snap of the ifrit's fingers, the two vanished and reappeared in the Fortress of Solitude, where Superman stood examining the portal to the Phantom Zone.
"Oh, no!" Barbara breathed, horrified as Superman looked up and blinked in shock at the busty, barely-clad redhead appearing out of nowhere.
"Oh, yes!" Inara replied with a laugh. "Time to make your naughty little sex dream come true!"
Barbara felt her body changing involuntarily as Superman looked at her, her curves changing to those of whatever he most deeply desired from a woman. She felt her pussy spasm with need involuntarily, getting automatically wet and ready for him to use her however he wanted. In the reflection of the crystal walls of the fortress, she could see herself start to change.
Her hair darkened to a jet black with a few wild red locks still there and, to her surprise, her huge new tits shrank down to a much more manageable set of DD's, matching Wonder Woman's famous pair, just before she felt her legs get longer. She felt the muscles in her new legs burning with eagerness - fuck, she felt so strong now! - stopping just a few inches under Superman's own height around 6' 1". She felt her waist shrink and her hips widen just before her ass cheeks seemed to inflate and popped out to a perfectly round bubble butt. A low gasp slid out from new, fuller lips at the reflection that looked back at her with violet pupils, heavily lidded with lust. She was now a perfect amalgam of Lois Lane, Wonder Woman and some third fantasy woman, all sexy muscle, lush curves and sensual brunette heat.
"You have to fuck me, Superman!" she heard herself announce in a voice close to her own but tinged with both obvious desperation and arousal - a far smokier, sexier voice that sounded like Lois Lane's but had a hint of Wonder Woman's accent. "Male Kryptonian DNA is the only way to cure what the Pink Kryptonite did to me!"
Superman smiled and reached up to grab the famous symbol on his chest with both hands.
"Well then, I'd say that this looks like a job for Superman!" he said with a low, unfamiliar tone of lust in his voice that made her pussy throb, tearing off his costume and displaying his chest. She couldn't help the moan that came out of her involuntarily as he began advancing on her . . .
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