She has to answer

Batwoman tried to struggle within her non-existent binds, but couldn’t. She was stuck in place, frozen due to this madman’s hypnotic power over her. For the first time in a while, she was scared.

You smile, and bring your ruby-hilted cane up to her face, it’s glow reflected in the lenses of her mask. You begin to give her some simple commands. “You will be able to move your eyes, and your mouth, but that’s it. You can only speak the truth, and must respond when I ask you a question, do you understand?”

“I understand,” Batwoman said, terror obvious in her voice. “I must answer your questions truthfully, and that’s it.”

“Wonderful,” you respond, and before you begin questioning her, you send the thugs she had just defeated away to an emergency room or whatever. You didn’t certainly want to deal with them, or share Batwoman at all. “Now, the first question: what’s your real name?”

Try as she might have, Batwoman couldn’t not speak, or lie. “My name is Katherine Rebecca Kane, but my friends and family call me Kate.” Despair was easy to tell, her life now seemingly ruined.

“Kate Kane, eh? As in the Kate Kane who’s cousin to billionaire Bruce Wayne? That Kate Kane? Does Wayne know about this?”

“Yes, I’m that Bruce Wayne’s cousin Kate. And yes, he knows. In fact he encourages this.” There was only a little relief for Kate, knowing she was able to hide the fact that her cousin Bruce was also Batman.

Interesting, indeed! “Okay, okay. I get where all the gadgets come from now. Let’s move on to more personal stuff. That hair of yours, is it real?”

“No, not really. I’m a natural redhead, but my hair is cut very short, and is more of a ginger color than the bright red you see. I wear a wig, to conceal my identity.”

“Oh that’s a little disappointing,” you say. The obvious candy red was sexy! Thankfully, you could change that. “Actually, how’s this: the bright candy red hair that goes below the shoulder in length is actually all natural.” You wave the cane around to add a little spectacle to your reality warping.

Ms. Kane felt her scalp… not shift per se, but change. What was once a synthetic wig became natural, its color staying. “How did you do that, is it more hypnosis? Are you making me see and feel this?

To you, it was more fun if she noticed and remembered the changes. Especially with what you were asking next. “I ask the questions here! Now: your breasts. They look to be about a C-Cup, is that correct?”

This just became a lot more terrifying for Kate, but she couldn’t stop herself. “They’re actually around a mid B-Cup, it’s just that the costume and armor I wear make them look bigger than they really are.” No no no no no! She didn’t want to answer that at all! She was feeling so embarrassed right now.

That was more disappointing than the hair! “I don’t know, just by looking, I’d say your tits are… Double-D-Cup’s. Maybe a little bigger, yeah. I bet you got implants too, because you wanted some ogling from the guys, right? And even better, they probably don’t effect crime fighting!”

To her horror, Batwoman felt her body change again. Her breasts grew in size, now partially filled with silicon, although she couldn’t tell. Her costume changed too to accommodate the size, but still felt much tighter than before. But this was impossible! She knew even hypnosis couldn’t alter the perception of reality just like that, could it!

It also wasn’t supposed to alter tastes, and yet as your question entered her mind, she now knew she wanted guys to stare at her chest. It’s why Kate got the implants… despite not actually “getting” them. She wants boys to stare and drool at them, hungering for her big boobs. But she didn’t know why, she was a lesbian for gods sake! “Yes, I have big breasts, all for dudes to lust at! It feels really good. And no, they don’t affect my crime fighting. In fact, I’m sure they help, even, by distracting men.”

You were getting hornier and hornier now, seeing her tits inflate and her admitting she wanted dudes to ogle. Oh, this was good. Now, onto the next question.