Chapter 16: Nightwing Goes on a Raid

Nightwing stood before the entrance of the Mihn Tong. The reliefs of twin Menshen adorned the doors, goddesses who bring fortune to those who cross them, seemingly fickle goddesses given the crisis befalling their patrons. The figures fiercely posed with their svelte but powerful backs facing out, looking over their shoulders, magnificent ASSES jutting outward.

The blue-winged heroine met their sultry gaze. For a second, she thought the two cat-eared goddesses winked back.

She shook her head. It had to be her imagination. Debaucherous delirium was plaguing her. Nightwing’s mind was fighting against the lust taking over her body and putting her in a precarious state.

“I-I’m not some blue big-butt bimbo!” She reiterated, "I don’t know what's going on with this city. But it seems insistent to convince me that I am!”

Oh really? To me, it looks like you did that all by yourself. You’ve been the one slutting it up since you came to Blüdhaven. Almost like that's why you’re here~!

“No!” She cried to the voice. “I…I…I have to focus. I have to get Foxy.”

Yeah, you do~

Breathing in and out, she centered her mind. Then, without hesitation, Nightwing opened the doors, her double doorbusters wobbling behind.

Unsurprisingly, the Mihn Tong’s headquarters was scrumptiously adorned with eastern aesthetics. Jade vases, tapestry, and wall-spanning prints show their duplicitous wealth and pride in their heritage.

It was complimented well with the piles of defeated and well fucked Tongs littering the reception room.

"With all the attention outside, the Facers rammed their way and took their ASSES hard and fast." Nightwing surmised. “Safe to assume that they control the whole building. Foxy could have already gotten to the Matriarch."

"Mmmmmmmmmm~!" *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

At that sucking sound, Nightwing snapped to a stance and saw a squad of guards standing at the reception desk, standing guard over the lone elevator in this old building. Yet it was their dicks that were at attention. Each had a Tong woman bobbing their head on the lengths.

“Ahhmmmmph, sho guud, why does it tashtes sho guud…” One moaned, caving her cheeks inward to suck every drop of jizz.

The sighs of delight made Nightwing realize she was just standing there watching the blowjobs. Finally snapping out of it, she sent herself forward with a short hop.

*wobble*

She hit a spinning kick on the fellatio’d felons. They let out one last burst into their cumdumps mouths, who passed out alongside them.

"Nice!" a bit of ego showed, but then she frowned. "Though… I meant to hit their heads, so how did I miss and graze their breast?" Indeed, her toes just flicked their nipples, and even such a slight contact jolted through their bodies like lightning.

“No way I would miss targets just standing there. Something was off with my delivery.” It felt like her lower weight shifted and lowered her off-target.

Lower weight! Nightwing looked behind herself at the biggest suspect. “I bet you and your stupidly ridiculous size threw me off.” The hefty haunces still shook after she landed, slapping down on her thighs, up to her back, and on each other, refusing to stop.

“Though, that still doesn’t feel right. I’ve already got used to this extra weight I’ve packed.”

“It felt like…like my ASS suddenly swerved me off.”

*wobble*

"Whatever, don't have time to mull it over." She looked towards the elevator, "Big bosses like to be on top, so the smart bet is to go up."

Nightwing went towards the elevator in a vast, pendulous stride. Annoyed but resigned, she didn't have the mental ability to fight against the stripper stage strut anymore.

The bluebird reached for the call button but was not surprised it was nonfunctional. She anticipated they would shut down the elevator and **** her up the stairs. Yet they wouldn’t expect their quarry to ascend regardless, climbing to the top of the disabled elevator and grappling the rest of the way. So with an escrima stick in hand, she opened the elevator doors.

Only to find an empty tube and look up to see the elevator in the middle of the building.

“Looks like Foxy’s learning.” She conceded. “But that’s not going to stop me. I can still make it up almost halfway.”

She shot her line to the bottom of the elevator, pulling herself to the second-floor doors and working them open. “I'm not playing along if they think they'll run a building-wide gauntlet on me. I’ll sneak around, take them out unnoticed until I get to Foxy and take care of her.”

That said, a False Facer greeted her upon opening the door.

“GUYS! GUYS! That HUGE ASSED superbitch is here!” She screamed, sprinting to alert her comrades.

The unfortunate heroine could only sigh and quickly get out of the elevator shaft. Immediately the minions of Roma crossed the corner.

Fortunately, the masked mob was reckless as always, Nightwing knew she could take them down quickly, and she had to before more arrived. So she threw a jab at the first one to reach her.

*wobble*

"Aaaah~!"

And the raven-haired bird’s hand roughly squeezed the criminal’s chest, the pleasure driving them into submission.

"W-what?" Nightwing aimed for the face. How did she end up with a big heaping of boobies?

The next one reached her. She didn't have time to think and just sent out another punch.

*wobble*

“Eeeah~!”

Once again, her hands filled with plumpness.

More Facers were coming, so she had to keep punching. So Nightwing pushed the two in her grasp away and struck at the next oncoming.

*wobble* *wobble* *wobble* *WOP*

"Aaah~!"

"Gaah~!"

"Oooh Fuck yeah~!!"

And she kept filling her hands with fat titties, grasping the slutbags with a sensual **** that sent them crumbling on the floor.

The groper balked at her hands and the five women they molested into submission. “I was aiming those punches for the head. And they were supposed to be punched. So why was I groping like a sleazy femme on Gotham Metro?"

Nightwing looked behind to a full-body mirror inexplicably but conveniently beside her. She turned her eyes to her tremendously sized and troublesome bottom. “I could feel the shifts in my hips lowering my aim. I know it was you.”

In response, Nightwing’s legs spread, and her wobble wagon ran itself up and down.

*Wobble* Wobble*

“Just-just moving around however you want…” Nightwing trailed off, entranced by the undulations.

*Wobble* *Wobble*

“Constantly jiggling all you want…” She was spellbound seeing the waves made on her wide booty.

*Wobble* *Wobble*

“Oh, Goddess, why does it feel so good~” Her brain was getting as soft and squishy as her ASS.

*CLAP* *CLAP*

“Aaah~!”

The impact of the double cheek clap snapped her out of it.

Goddess, what’s wrong with me? I joked about it earlier, but it actually feels like my ASS is controlling my body?!”

Unfortunately, her turmoil distracted her from seeing another group of False Facers upon her. Panicking, she ran and just let her legs move her.

Naturally, Nightwing was faster than these Facers. But at every turn, she was led to another group of masked goons, adding them to the bird hunt. She ran into them as they were ramming into Tong women and couldn't help but gawk at how their hard femme cocks turned them into slavish whores. But, unfortunately, those moments enraptured cost her the momentum she barely gained.

And worst of all, the donktastic do-gooder’s escape was unintentionally counterproductive. Her extra-huge ASSCHEEKS were wildly dancing behind her. The cacophony of their smacks and quaking made these randy hunting dogs more eager to catch their prey, pushing them to keep up with her.

It even felt like they wobble, wobble, wobble, wobble, wobbled even harder just to temp and taunt her chasers.

*Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble*

And it was tormenting her with pleasure.

*Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble*

“Guuuuuuuhhhhhh~!!” Nightwing’s eyes were rolling back, and she gritted her teeth as her legs melted into jelly. The same jelly that her booty felt like it was made of.

*Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble* *Wobble*

But Nightwing had to keep moving. She couldn't let them corner in a place where they could surround her and attack from all sides. She couldn't allow herself to get mobbed for the third time.

That made it unfortunate when Nightwing stopped in the middle of a four-way intersection, with False Facers in every direction. Fully aware of their advantage, the masked minions of Roma sauntered at her from all sides. Their erections were all pointing at her.

It looked like Nightwing would go three for three, dogpiled again by packs of bitches. This time she couldn’t run from it. These horny degenerates were determined to mash her into their big-butted plaything.

But…she was already losing herself. She couldn’t trust her body not to act out its lewd willfulness. If she tries to “fight,” It could snap her precarious mental state for good., Condemning her to become a perverted FATASS~!

Either sounds fantastic. How about both~?

How about neither? She desperately told back the voice and steeled herself to the four corners of slowly oncoming False Facers.

But what could she do when Nightwing’s mind couldn’t control her body? When it would rather listen to her ASS!

There's only a meter between her and the crowd on all sides.

What’s stopping Nightwing’s body from doing nothing and letting them do nasty things to her?

They were nearly at arm’s length, reaching to rip off her skintight super garb.

She didn’t know what to do!

Hands came from all directions, eager to make Nightwing their twerk-slut.

Her mind couldn’t make a choice.

So her ASS decided for her.

Nightwing’s leg threw a roundhouse kick to the closest woman. But rather than hitting the sole, it caught her head in the crook between the thighs. It brought her to the floor, and Nightwing’s hand went down on her.

The goon closed her eyes, expecting a hit in the face. But her face contorted in bliss when Nightwing hand fished her cock out and inflicted a rapid-speed handjob. She didn’t last against the velvety goodness. When it felt the femme meat tense, the hand aimed it to shoot at another oncoming attacker.

Two were closing to Nightwing’s front and back. Her hand reached behind to pinch an erect nub, making its body quiver. Then her other hand repeated on the front. Nightwing’s arms pulled the nipple-twisted two together. They crashed into each other, wrapping themselves around in an intense make-out.

Nightwing’s body narrowly dodged a punch across her face. Since this assailant was too close to use arms or legs, her haunches struck the woman and launched her. Another woman ran by her hip-checked comrade to attack. Nightwing’s body dodged and let the crook’s overcommitment throw them off balance and fall. Then, mid-decent, her arm grabbed theirs and twisted them around to show their back.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

A feeling of catharsis rushed through Nightwing as her palm ferociously spanked this False Facer. Alongside was understanding. Feeling her hand sink into soft flesh made her understand why people found it so appealing, especially when smacking one as cheeked up as herself. She also realized why big-boobed women loved stuffing heads between their tits when her arms pulled her foe into her knockers.

Her body let the smothered opponent free to catch a skirt-clad kick. Then it moved forward, sliding her tongue up the leg until reaching her enemy’s pantyhose-covered pussy, putting that woman’s lights out with a long lick.

As that Facer fell, Nightwing’s legs sprung her body onto a shocked and turned-on femme, ramming her plush lips onto their raging boner. Her lips power pushes her back against the wall of women behind her. They sucked on the clothed shaft, her fingers assisted by drilling against the clothed pussy, ministering both as if the layer of pants weren't there.

As soon as she felt the twin explosion of fluids, another kick was coming for her. Although her back was completely exposed, she was not without a shield. Her BIG ASS brought itself up and caught the leg in mid-extension. The Facer felt her leg sinking into the super soft mass, then the energy reversed against her, making her bounce back on the floor.

It gave Nightwing a second to get up. In the next second, another False Facer was on her winding up a big, inefficient haymaker. But that worked to Nightwing’s advantage. She was so close that Nightwing’s stupid large smoochers smacked themselves on their face, overwhelming the thug with a thick and heavy make-out, bringing them to the floor.

She left her kissing partner cooing. Nightwing stood against the rest of her adversaries, who lost their confidence in numbers. This walking, ULTRA-ASSED, lust monster took a quarter of them down in seconds through her overwhelming eroticism. They stood paralyzed, fearful, and aroused at being defeated through their dicks and pussies.

As for their big-butted blue adversary, she was a passenger in her body's fornicating fury.

Oh, Oh, Goddess! What am I doing? Why can't I stop myself? Nightwing helplessly watched her body charge at the False Facers.

It‘s not listening to you because it doesn't belong to you anymore. The voice laughed as Nightwing carved through the hall of women. You are a living temple, a temple to ASS~!!

Th-that can't be true! Nightwing tried to argue as her body countered a punch and knee, pushing her opponent back into a roll, allowing said ASS to strike them in the face.

How could you be anything else with all that junk?

One tried to punch, and she spanked their ASS down. Another came, and she grabbed and twisted their wrist, then uppercut them with her tits.

Nightwing’s body whirled around and rapidly thrust her ASS into a Facer’s chest, overtaking their torso with its overabundance.

It’s what I so lovingly created you to become.

But I... Nightwing began, only for her body to race through a windowed hallway, flicking her hips against several Facers through a windowed hallway. Even with such brief contact, they were left crying out and cumming.

Your body has already given in, and it's about time you accept that.

Her body turned a corner to a row of four girls. Her body blurred to the eye, and her ASS was in four places. All four were rapidly overwhelmed and reduced to eye-rolling, tongue-flopping bliss.

Give in. Give yourself to me~

Nightwing’s ASS flew through the hallways. Striking nipples, cocks, pussies, and other ASSES. All fell in droves to divine pleasure, submitting to her body, submitting to the ASS.

Give in, Ri Ri, give in to your ASS~!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!”

Nightwing screamed and climaxed with her battle’s conclusion. She stood amongst the mass depravity her body inflicted. Every hallway, and on every level, was filled with quivering, ejaculating bodies. Bliss brought upon by the perverted temple.

And Nightwing happened to find herself in the hallway leading to the main office. To the office of Madame Minh. She could hear howling and moans from the other side of the hall.

To Foxy.

Menshen adorned the leader’s doors, the same as the Tong’s entrance. The same cat-eared goddesses, ASSES jutting, smiling at their beloved and eager to see her complete her blessing.

Without any more hesitation, Nightwing was made to open the doors. her double doorbusting ASS wobbling behind.