Batbimbos: How the Mad Hatter Conquered Gotham!

Jervis Tetch, AKA The Mad Hatter, clapped his hands with glee as the first step to his plan was finally completed. Year after year of being foiled by the Batman and his irritating allies had grown tiresome. The Bat and his little family were some of the most finely trained combatants and detectives in the world.

But in a world of superheroes, they were only human.

Zatanna, one of earth’s most powerful magic users and a friend of the bat, had not been difficult to ambush at all. Hatter attended her show as it came into Gotham, watching the confident, raven head beauty strut around in her skimpy outfits showing off mediocre magic tricks while hiding the true extent of her power. She knew full well that most people in the audience were fixated on the pair of full, soft, bouncy tits squeezed into her corset, and the fishnets creeping up her shapely legs to her plump, fuckable ass. Waiting until the show was over, Hatter slipped into her dressing room, rush up to her and place his mind control gear on her head, a pair of bunny ears that matched her slutty outfit. The heroine didn’t even have time to gasp before the mind control tech dominated her mind, leaving her frozen with her does eyes wide and her full lips open in an inviting “O” of surprise.

So easy.

“Zatanna.” Hatter said calmly, standing behind her where she sat at her dressing room table. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes, Master.” Zatanna said blankly, her face blank and doll-like.

“Who controls you?”

“You do sir.”

“What are you?”

“I’m your empty headed fuckslave, sir.”

“Good slut.” Hatter smiled. “Now tell me how your magic works.”

“I can make almost anything happen when I say the commands backwards. I can create and change objects and people.”

“Can you change your self?” Hatter asked, his hands idly reached down the grope Zatanna’s soft round tits, his cock hardening in his trousers.

“Yes, sir.”

Hatter pondered for a moment, realising that this was going better than he ever could have hoped. He was so sick of seeing these Justice League sluts strutting around, looking down on genius minds like him. Now was the time to change.

“I want you to make yourself a fuckdoll worthy of your new master. Make yourself an inflated fucktoy that’s only good for pleasing cock. Turn yourself into a misogynistic perverts ultimate fantasy slut!”

“Yes sir.” Zatanna said blankly. “Ekam em a obmib esaetkcoc rof ym wen retsam!”

And just as she finished the spell, it came true, all at once. Her lovely but modestly sized breasts exploded outwards until they were huge ballooning bimbo titties, stretching out her outfit with their ridiculous fakeness. As soon as her lips uttered the last backwards word, they filled out into plump, juicy cockpillows, make her entire face look like it was built for blowjobs. Her dark, intelligent eyes took on a glassy emptiness that screamed “Hi DADDY I’m a ditzy little sexpot please BUTTFUCK me!” Her dark hair took on a lustrous shine, almost begging to be pulled by some big strong stud about to go balls deep inside her. Her curves intensified, her ass becoming thick and firm and her legs becoming even more shapely. Her costume magically adjusted itself, making room for her obscene new cleavage and becoming even more revealing, with higher heels and a leotard that left nothing of her wet, waiting pussy to the imagination.

Mad Hatter’s cock was now throbbing hard. She looked like a pornographic version of herself. Like some slutty little daddy issues whore that had dressed up as her for halloween with the goal of cockteasing as many men as possible. No one would ever be able to take her seriously again, not unless they were looking for a stripper.

She was perfect.

“Like, hiiiiiii Master!” The newly bimbofied Zatanna stood up and cheered in a new breathy, high pitched voice her new tits jigging like something straight out of a hentai fever dream. “I’m Zeezee! How can your slut, like, serve you?”

“On your knees. NOW!” Mad Hatter ordered feverishly, yanking his cock from his pants.

Giggling and pouting with her new cockpillows, Zeezee dropped to her knees at his feet and began sucking like a pro, pumping Hatter’s long, thick shaft with her manicured hands while she looked adoringly up at her new master, her plump lips sucking desperately at his swollen head.

Hatter growned, it felt fucking amazing, to have this stuck up superslut, this magical powerhouse, turned into nothing but a brainless cockgobbling barbie doll for him.

And hell, having suck his fat cock was pretty cool too.

Zeezee pumped faster and Hatter groaned.

“Once we’re done here.” He panted as she continued to suck his aching dick like it was her job (since it was now). “We’re gonna use your magic to go after the Bat, his friends, and anyone else who gets in my way. Batwoman, Catwoman, that Quinn slut. I’m gonna make them into my sluts and fuck them all and rule this fucking city, and you’re gonna help me!”

Zeezee squealed with approval with her mouth still full of cock, picking up the pace, milking his rod like a whore. And Hatter couldn’t take it anymore.

“HERE IT COMES BITCH.” Hatter moaned, pulling his pulsing cock from between his lips as he came, spattering his new bimbo in rope after rope of thick baby batter, dripping down her pretty, adoring face and into her protruding cleavage.

“Thank you Master!!” Zeezee gushed, her hands furiously working her needy pussy and squeezing her new porndoll fuckbags, eyes crossing with pleasure. She was nothing but a sex object now, a fawning slut ready to doom her fellow heroines to servitude as Mad Hatter’s brainwashed bimbosluts in exchange for a quick cockslap on her pretty bimbo face.

“Clean my cock slut.” Hatter ordered. “Then get yourself cleaned up. We’ve got work to do.”

To be continued......

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