A tight squeeze!

Batgirl walked through the funhouse, though her formal formidable appearance had altered a bit. She now had lost her cape, gloves, belt and boots. Her armored costume now looked more like a leotard then a super hero costume, since her hands and feet were bare. To top it all off, she new was coated in this gross red liquid. She had to shimmy up the slide coated in the green goo.

Mad Hatter watched in pleasure, switching between several different angles to watch Batgirl writhe her way up the steep, goo covered slide. He laughed at how angry and flustered she looked.

"Oh, this is great fun!" He laughed. "And, she's mixing the chemicals, without even realizing it!" He laughed and hollered. As he had secretly planned (more with batman in mind, but perfect for his new intention) The red and green liquids came together to form a binary compound. Batgirl, forcing her way angrily up the slide, was causing them to mix!

Batgirl flopped ungracefully to the top of the slide. She struggled to catch her breath. Her red hair which showed though her costume was greasy with filth. She groaned in disgusted frustration! Then, as she struggled to her feet, she felt something strange. She looked down. Her costume felt... tighter? She gasped as it squeezed her ribs tightly. She felt like she was being crushed!

It was the goos, of course. When combined they increased in tensile strength and resistance. Basically, the more she moved, the tighter it became. She struggled to keep walking, but soon found herself being squeezed like a marshmallow in a vice!

Batgirl began panicking now. Hyperventilating, her breathing made it tighten even more. Her suit was crushing her! Fear overwhelming her, she unclasped the secret straps to her costume, then ran the zipper down it. By the time it was down she couldn't even move her arms. It grew tighter... tighter! She squirmed desperately, struggling to **** herself out the now wide open neck line. Her bra clad breasts popped out. After squirming her shoulders, she manged to shrug her whole torso out of the costume. Flopping onto the floor she kicked her legs until she was free of it.

She lay, gasping for breath. She now had on he purple sports bra, matching panties, her mask... and nothing else! She looked back at her costume. It was crushed to a tiny pile, obviously never to be worn again in it's sticky prison!

She was now in a madman's funhouse... in her underwear!