Barbara tries to bargain with Inara regarding her newest penalty

"We've taken the liberty of contacting Dr. Mid-Nite, he should be here shortly." Alfred said as he tenderly undid the straps on Barbara's hospital bed. "Master Dick is currently searching the entirety of Gotham City for that terrible plant woman's stronghold and the plant you encountered. I shall be nearby at all times should you need, ah, sedation or assistance."

Barbara gritted her teeth, face red with both anger and embarrassment as Alfred unplugged her IV and helped her up. At least, she thought ruefully, she'd been spared the embarrassment of going full nympho in front of Alfred. Tenderly, she reached up to touch her new, fuller lips and hissed softly as they tingled with pleasure.

"Everything all right? Do you require anything?"

Barbara blinked as new memories began flooding her mind. Her original life ran like one track but the other one- Jesus!

It didn't seem like such a big change at first - just some pouty lips - but these memories . . .

A childhood fall suddenly became more serious. A trip to the doctor became a short coma, with memories of the doctor's words flitting through her mind.

"-damage to the amygdala but it could have been much worse. She won't suffer any permanent cognitive decline, just a possible lack of impulse control. Be patient with her going forward-"

Her father indulging her more and more, simple things like sweets - especially lollipops. Rewards for good grades like ice cream cones becoming more sinister in retrospect. An oral fixation taking deep, permanent root.

Then, puberty hitting a great deal differently. Her pretty girl-next-door face now made enticingly sexual by her huge DSL. All the boys and even some grown men whispering about her CSL as she blossomed into a young woman. Looking up what it meant online and being disgusted at first . . . then intrigued . . . then aroused.

Noticing how all the boys reacted now when she worked a sucker, pouted prettily, bit her puffy lower lip. All the attention it got her. And then kissing, God, kissing! Innocent kisses got her so much more excited in this lifetime than they did before . . . because she knew exactly what the boys thought about her lips, her mouth, what they really wanted her to do with it. She'd watched the videos online, so many, many videos. Buying lipsticks, so many lipsticks, to highlight her best feature before she even really know the true power of her DSL.

Inevitably, she got her first real boyfriend, Greg. She'd dumped him when he tried to get under her shirt, then cried to her Daddy over her first heartbreak- at least that was how it went originally. Now, she had a different memory, one where she still stopped him from reaching his hand up her shirt, frowning . . . but then smiling nervously and asking if she could try something else with him instead. Her first blowjob, making up for what she lacked in technique with raw enthusiasm. Reveling in all his groans, the taste and feel of him. It didn't matter that he wasn't really big, in fact, it was better for her to practice. And God, did she get in plenty of practice! She told herself it didn't really count because it wasn't real sex. She wasn't even taking off her clothes! She was still a good girl . . . even if she ended up soaking through her panties every time he came down her throat without warning. So what if she slid a hand under her skirt or squeezed her boobs a little when she did it, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. Fuck, it felt so good!

Greg and her still broke up but months later, when she still stubbornly refused to let him see her naked or let his hands do anything other than grab her red hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock and balls, but by then, it was far too late. Barbara had an addiction now and tons of other teenage boys were more than happy to settle for B. J.'s DSL wrapped around their yummy cocks.

"What? B. J.? No, I'm Barbara Gordon. I'm Barbara Gordon!" she thought to herself, annoyed and dizzy, as the train of memories continued barrelling through her mind.

B. J. That's what all the boy started to call her. "Her comes Beej." she'd hear to a chorus of snickers. She convinced Daddy it was short for Barbara Jeanne but anyone at school could have burst his bubble. The other girls made up a nasty rhyme when they caught her blowing Sam Forrest, the Junior quarterback, behind the bleachers during lunch, juices running down her legs from under her pleated skirt and hand between her legs.

"Barbara Jean, the blowjob queen, sucked 50 cocks before she turned 16! Hookers charge you twenty bucks but B. J. Gordon just loves to suck!"

It was cruel and unfair - she wasn't just some cheap slut or dumb bimbo or a whore! She never let a guy fuck her pussy or her ass and only took off her top to suck off guys very, very rarely, but that didn't matter to anybody - she was forever B. J. Gordon, "Beej," the blowjob queen of Gotham High. Admittedly, didn't help that she couldn't say no to a good blowjob . . . which was any blowjob provided the guy wasn't a total creep.

Half of Barbara felt ill but the other half just felt a deep satisfaction at the memory of so many yummy, yummy cocks in her insatiable mouth, cumming over and over as they filled her mouth with their seed. How powerful and sexy it made her feel, making a boy cum with just her hot little mouth.

"Uh, I need to, uh, use the bathroom. Be right back." she muttered, running away from Alfred hastily as she blushed a beet red.

"Certainly. Just, er, call out if you need assistance." Alfred said, averting his eyes uncomfortably as she ran off in her hospital gown. "I will leave your uniform outside once you are finished, ah, freshening up."

Barbara barely heard him and grunted an acknowledgement as she barreled into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror, memories flooding in faster now. She still graduated top of her class but in this version, she'd had to suck off Mr. Eddington, her pervy chemistry teacher, to get out of being reported for "lewd behavior" when he'd caught her blowing her lab partner after class. It was gross and demeaning but also kinda hot-

"No! NO!" she hissed at herself in the mirror. "I'm Barbara Gordon, not goddamn B.J.!"

But the memories of her old life felt less real than the new ones more and more. Her going away to college and becoming Batgirl were now shot through with memories of dozens upon dozens of hot blowjobs (most embarrassingly, the T.A. for her Freshman Psychology class, Hunter) and even eating pussy once or twice as an experiment (God, her roommate Tamika, really?). Her becoming Batgirl but after having snuck onto the rooftop to see him, feverishly fingering herself later as she sucked on a dildo as she imagined him forcing her to her knees and ordering her to suck him off with that sexy voice of his. Later, finally giving up her cherry to Dick Grayson - that still happened, at least - but only after God knows how many blowjobs on how many rooftops and in the Batmobile, after he said he loved her for more than just her insatiable slut mouth and didn't want to share her with anyone else. Being heartbroken and devastated when he cheated on her with that bitch Starfire and deciding it was because she could breathe in space and didn't have a gag reflex, never mind anything else about her-

"No! Goddamit, I am NOT a blowjob queen!" Barbara snarled at her own reflection, spittle flying from between thick, pillowy lips. "Inara, goddamn you, get back here!"

Inara appeared next to her with a cheery smile on her face.

"Oh, my, that was fast! You already thought up your wish? I didn't think-"

"BARBARA JEAN, THE BLOWJOB QUEEN?!?" she shouted at Inara before remembering to lower her voice. She jabbed a finger at her. "No! This is unacceptable!"

Inara just laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on! You're still the same person, more or less! Just a more FUN version of yourself! I didn't even ruin your silly little hobby of running around in tights pummeling mentally ill people for fun and passing judgement!"

Barbara shook her head violently.

"No! No way in HELL is this acceptable!"

Inara's eyes glittered dangerously.

"Oh, really? So, you want the OTHER penalty then? Because I can give you those giant boobies you begged so prettily not to get, just say the word-"

Barbara gritted her teeth.

"N- no! I don't- not those either, just- could you maybe NOT have made me a fucking laughingstock cum guzzler for my entire adult life? I mean, B. FUCKING J.? Jesus Christ!"

Inara cocked her head at her and raised an eyebrow.

"OK, just to be clear, you want to keep this penalty but you absolutely want to not have always been this way?"

"Yes!" Barbara said without thinking.

Inara grinned evilly.

"OK, but remember, you ASKED for this, Barbie. The other version was SO much nicer - too bad you just took it off the table. Anyways speaking of tables, here goes!"

"Wait, what does that-"

But it was too late . . .