Barbara Gordon tries to control her new desires while facing down an army of magicians and an angry Amazon

Barbara Gordon barely had time to let her thick nipple fall out of her mouth with an audible pop before the audience was in motion. Diana also made to close the gap between them but instead seemed to find herself rooted in place as she spanked Inara again, frowning as she considered her options.

"!reh-" she heard Zatanna begin as her analytical mind and reflexes honed by years of crimefighting began to come up with a plan in literally a matter of seconds, her brilliant mind going into bullet time and considering her options quickly.

Reasoning with them? She couldn't risk Inara getting everyone in this audience to turn on her even more. A part of her wanted to try and reason with them but her standing in the wings with her one of her massive new tits in her mouth and a big black dildo magically pumping in and out of her pussy would have damaged her credibility even if Inara hadn't just smeared her. And she likely had seconds left before Zatanna would not only bind and gag her.Talking was out.

Combat? No, she wasn't used to her new center of gravity yet with her new measurements. Her sexy new giant boobs might be less heavy than they should be but they'd still be enough to throw her off. Not to mention, her new "utility belt" only held sex toys and restraints with the only thing close to a weapon being a whip she'd never trained in using.

Flight? Same issue as combat. According to Inara, she had some stupid yet unexplained new powers that let her do "anything sexy" but flight or superspeed probably didn't-

Wait! That was it! Her eyes narrowed as she realized the answer was literally right in front of her.

Barbara liked to read the Batfamily casefiles and she remembered being amused by Robin's tales of his first "battle" with Young Justice against a promising young archeologist who'd been transformed into a supervillainess called The Mighty Endowed. Her powers involved hypnotizing people with her enormous breasts, but said breasts were too heavy for her to stand upright. At the time she'd considered it grotesque, a brilliant mind turned into a joke. Now, however, it was an inspiration.

She crossed her arms underneath her massive new melons and thrust out her bare tits, her Bat shaped leather top long since unbuckled to give her better access to her assets.

"Stop!" she bellowed and the entire mass of assorted magical superheroes rushing in from the audience froze, suddenly now staring hungrily at her huge breasts.

She didn't know if Nina Dowd's abilities resulted in arousal of those affected but it certainly seemed to be the case for her. Even the usually unflappable Dr. Fate's pants were now starting to display a noticeable (and impressive, she noted) bulge. Even the women were drooling, Zatanna's spell stopped mid-syllable as she looked at Barbara's hot- no, ridiculous, she forcefully tried to insist to herself without any success - new tits. Barbara let out a little sigh of relief and cautiously moved one hand down to try and get the damn magic dildo out of her pussy, but then froze when she heard a voice.

"I think you will find, Sister, that I am immune to mind control so long as I grasp my lariat of truth." Wonder Woman announced imperiously, or as imperiously as someone with a tied up naked woman swinging to and fro in front of her could. "And I do not find your perverted mind control of myself or these magicians remotely amusing. Nor is that cowl yours to wear, I think-"

"Stop talking and fuck her up! NOW! Before she has me make another perverted wi- AAAH!" Inara hissed in heated rush, interrupted by yet another violent slap on her full ass cheeks by the strongest woman alive.

Barbara blinked in shock as she realized the heroine she idealized most now just saw a stranger with a Batman fetish - worse, some random topless slut fucking herself with a magic dildo to the sight of her spanking another woman and all the greatest magicians of the world mind controlled by her big tits. God, it was hot. No, it was wrong!

"Like, shut up, Inara! Uh, listen to me, Diana, please, I'm, ummm-" she began but was surprised to find her voice was now squeaky and breathy, her worlds peppered with unnecessary interjections that made her sound stupid and unsure. A bimbo's voice that almost nobody would take seriously. She paused in both surprise and fury before continuing, only for the dildo to suddenly ram her G-spot and make her see stars. Distantly, she realized that with her hand on the hilt, it would look to anyone watching like she was fucking herself with it - hard.

"FUCKING CUMMING!" she squealed so loudly they could probably hear her in Bludhaven, the words coming out of her mouth involuntarily with both the awkward, performative delivery and cadence of a porn star. "MMM, YEAH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING SO HARD! UH! UH! UH! YEAH!"

Diana's features twisted in distaste, even as another swat was delivered to Inara's behind. But then, rather than resist it, she let one hand rest lightly on the ifrit's bare, amazing ass, and delivered only a mild tap, barely even a spanking. The ifrit yelped still as her ass cheeks were still reddened and bruised from her earlier blows but now the ifrit just blinked before giving Barbara an evil grin. The Amazon's brow furrowed and she began to float, hesitantly at first, then faster towards Barbara's quaking, sweaty post-orgasmic form with a triumphant smile.

As Barbara woozily returned to herself, tottering on ridiculously high purple heels, her knees weak, she registered that Diana had found a workaround to the constraints of the wish.

"Unfortunately for you, villain, I appear capable of multitasking and I think you will find that my lariat is long enough to ensnare you both-" the Amazon began to say with a triumphant look on her beautiful features . . . only for the lariat to suddenly untie itself from around Inara and whip around her own arms and legs instead.

"Hera!" she cried out as the golden rope quickly wound itself over her legs and arms with astonishing speed, freeing the ifrit. Inara unceremoniously tumbled onto the floor as Diana now suddenly found herself hogtied. "What magic- mmph!"

As a final indignity, the lariat wrapped itself in and around her open mouth several times as a gag . . . with the end of it coming to rest in Barbara's palm.

"Remember that penalty I mentioned, Batbitch? Even if you just outed me, trying to tell the big feminist killjoy here about me just now? That means I get TWO of them. That slutty new voice of yours was just my warm-up, time for the REAL show." Inara hissed as she stood up awkwardly.

Barbara opened her mouth to question her but what came out instead was something else entirely.

"Like, hi! I'm Batslut!" she heard herself squeaking in an inane, chirpy voice, followed by a moan as her other hand shoved the long black dildo in and out of her pussy. "I have these totally cool slutty powers that let me get fucked real good! I can, like, totally do anything if it turns me on or gets me fucked nice and hard! And I TOTALLY get turned on by fucking with sexy sluts like you!"

Barbara Gordon desperately tried to stop herself from talking, to let go of the lariat and the dildo, but it was like she was a ventriloquist's dummy and Inara was pulling the strings. A shimmering pink and purple energy crackled from her long purple nails down the length of the golden lariat and Diana tried to struggle but it was too late.

"From now on, you can't do anything without asking me or a man's permission first! And you gotta do whatever any man tells you to do! Oh, and doing whatever a man tells you to do makes you super horny!" she heard herself announce and found her lips curling up in a sinister grin. "You're gonna play with yourself whenever you're not busy to keep yourself nice and wet! Starting tonight, you're gonna stop being a superheroine or ambassador or whatever and be a whore instead! All the time! But, like, a super cheap one cuz you love to fuck so much! And don't forget, you gotta dress, walk and talk like one all the time so people know they can pay to fuck you any way they want! But you'll fuck girls for free, especially if they've got big boobies, cuz big titties make you super horny too! Oh, and if you try and stop being a whore or get help, you're gonna beg the next five guys you see to fuck you up the ass instead!"

Batgirl watched with both horror and to her shame, new feelings of deep arousal, as the lariat flickered with magical light and the commands seemed to take a deep root inside the mind of the Amazon Princess. Worse yet, her famous boots and bustier began to shimmer and transform into a cheap parody of themselves. The red boots gained a clunky platform heel and became open toe with cheap red fishnets climbing up her long legs to match. The bottom turned itself into a blue slingshot thong with white stars that was in turn covered by a nearly transparent tight white mini skirt that barely covered her ass with the thong peeking up and out of it. As she strained with the last of her resistance, her top became a flimsy blue string bikini top that matched her thong, with two white stars on each cup, both barely containing and drawing attention to her big swaying tits as she writhed in the lasso. Her tiara slipped out of her dark curls as she thrashed and became a tacky gold purse, condoms spilling out of the unzipped top as it fell to the ground.

"There we go! Now, time for some finishing touches." Inara purred as she admired her perverted handiwork.

As the lariat finished sparking and began to unwind itself from the Amazon's body, Barbara noticed the Amazon's rope-burned lips become covered in thick fire engine red lipstick, complimented by whorish caked on makeup, dark blue eyeshadow and rouge, the amount making even her famous face something sultry and unrecognizable. Her famously dark hair turned a trashy peroxide blonde but with clear dark roots and her formerly practical nails extended into long, red impractical claws. A host of tattoos began to appear on her alabaster skin, blossoming like flowers. Most notably a pair of blue garters blossomed on her muscular thighs with "Open Here" in black cursive along the bands on both the front and back. This was followed a series of even phrases in electric blue and garish red fonts. "Fuck" and "Daddy!" each took space across the slope of each of her impressive breasts with "Me" in the middle of her breastbone, so anyone who looked at her chest would read "Fuck Me Daddy!" Just below her navel, the phrase "Cock Goes Here!" with bright red arrow pointing down at her pussy appeared. On her back, just below her waterfall of dark curly hair and above her ass, a "Spank Me Harder!' tramp stamp appeared on her lower back. As a final pair of insults, "#1 Cocksucker!" raced up one muscular forearm while "Plow My Holes!" raced up the other, each phrase covered in intricate but amateurish flower patterns to draw the eye.

Then, although the Amazon shook with fury, the look on her face one of pure rage, she did . . . nothing.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot!" Barbara heard herself squeak as she used the lariat like a jump rope and skipped on over to Wonder Woman's frozen body, circling it before looping the lasso around her neck one more time. "Don't forget to keep smiling and give everyone some good 'come fuck me' eyes! You gotta be the best whore you can be! Now go out and walk around Vegas until you get your first dozen customers, Deedee Pussywillow!"

As she removed the lariat and slapped Diana hard on the ass, distantly, Barbara somehow knew that the purse contained an ID with that ridiculous name on it and that a whole new life had been fabricated to match.

Barbara felt a matching rage of her own although she couldn't express it as Inara puppeted her. She wanted to cry, to scream to **** herself to stop. Most of all, she wanted to stop feeling so damn horny as a part of her now thought this was the hottest thing she'd ever seen or done, reducing the paragon of feminism to a tacky hooker. The dildo met no resistance as she was still, to her shame, sopping wet, watching Diana swing her hips and walking heel to toe in her hooker heels with a giant idiotic grin and sultry look on her trashily made-up face. Her impressive tits, barely contained by the bikini top, swayed and jiggled as she walked down the steps of the stage and out of the auditorium into the Vegas night air. Only her height and musculature hinted at the famous Amazon Princess she truly was. Barbara was ashamed to notice she was drooling at the sight of her ass before the auditorium door slammed behind her.

Distantly, she noticed she wasn't the only one drooling. All the magicians in the audience were staring with a ferocious, hungry intensity at her boobs, eyes lidded with lust and breathing heavily. She guiltily dropped the lariat like a hot skillet as control of her body returned to her.

"Like, um, goddamn you, Inara!" Barbara squeaked, her voice suddenly returned to her, such as it was. She sounded like a furious chipmunk. "With these magicians, I'll, uh, totally fix her and stop you and junk!"

She turned at the assorted crowd and loudly announced "Stop staring at my totally yummy huge titties and, ummm, stop her!" pointing at the ifrit.

Nothing happened. Barbara blinked in surprise as they just kept mindlessly gawking at her breasts.

"Oh, well, would you look at that?" the evil entity said in a tone of faux-innocence as she snapped her fingers and her gauzy purple silks returned. "Do you remember how trying to tell just one person about me nets you one penalty? Looks like you just told, oh, let's do the math - at LEAST half a dozen new people about me! And that means I get to make you do anything sexual I want!"

Inara grinned as she floated up to Barbara, violet eyes flashing with promises of vengeance and wanton cruelty.

"And now that you're Batslut, well, there's nothing sexual you can't do!"

The redhead's stomach dropped as she realized just how deeply and thoroughly she'd fucked up, licking her lips nervously.

"You just had YOUR fun, my dumb little buttslut - now it's MY turn!"