Inara decides to be nice... sort of

"...Since it seems like you're FINALLY getting the picture that failing to cooperate is not in your best interest, I'm prepared to make you an exceedingly generous offer. I'll roll back this penalty since you're being SO dramatic about it in favor of a different one, and I'll even offer you some terms to limit what I do to you from here. And all I ask in return is one simple thing," Inara said as she smiled with an air of mock-sweetness that was infuriating to Barbara. How dare this bitch make a game out of her life like this?

"What. Do. You. Want," Barbara ground out.

"Why, it's the simplest thing! I just need you to promise - make a HARD commitment, as it were, to make all seven wishes before the next week is up," Inara said. "Don't get me wrong, cute as all your posturing and squirming is, I've got places to be and people to corrupt. I can't get hung up on dealing with you forever! And understand that if you fail to meet that condition, I'm not going to play any cute little games with you anymore. I'm just going to straight-up ruin your life, forever. You understand now that I can do that, right?"

Barbara gritted her teeth as she **** herself not to scream at the ifrit for being so cavalier about the horrible violations she had ALREADY inflicted. Then as the wave of sensation from unthinkingly pressing her swollen lips together hit her, she had to **** herself not to scream for a completely different reason.

Trying not to let on how badly she had just been affected by that - though judging from Inara's smirk she wasn't succeeding - Barbara had to at least know what she was getting offered. "...What terms, exactly?"

Inara clapped her hands together delightedly. "Yay! I just KNEW you'd start to see reason! And I think you'll agree my terms are quite generous: in exchange for your irrevocable commitment to finish making all your wishes inside a week, I'll limit future effects on you such that you'll still be able to live your life and keep being Batgirl. No more changes to your personal history either, aside from rolling back the lips thing, since that gets you so worked up for some reason. Honestly, I liked you better my way personally, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste."

Barbara had to admit to herself, that would be a huge improvement over what had been happening to her recently, though she had no doubt the ifrit would still take any chance she could to fuck with her. "And what about the current penalty? You said you'd replace it?" Barbara asked cautiously, trying not to trigger her hypersensitive lips just by talking.

"That's right! I have to say, it rather hurt my feelings when you rejected those lovely fuckpillows I gave you earlier," Inara pouted, "I mean really, B cups? Aren't you supposed to be a grown woman, not a middle schooler? But since you were so repulsed by those beautiful F cups I gave you before, I'll just give you some nice bouncy C cups instead. At least then you'll look like an adult. But since you were so rude about it, you have to accept one bonus penalty from me in exchange for my mercy. Same limiting terms as I said before, though. And no more negotiating over it, that's take it or leave it."

Barbara had to stop herself from reacting angrily to how Inara apparently defined terms like "adulthood" and "mercy". She knew there HAD to be a trap ahead somewhere, but she also knew she'd probably never get a better offer from the sadistic ifrit, even if she didn't like the idea of submitting to a change to her body like that. Surely there was some way she could figure out wishes that could technically meet her conditions without harming anyone with a whole week to work with, even if she wasn't able to figure out a way to escape the situation with Inara completely. "Fine, then. I, Barbara Gordon, irrevocably swear that in the next wee- in the next seven days I will make all the wishes I have to," she said, glaring at Inara as she realized if she hadn't changed the wording the ifrit could have only given her until the weekend instead of a full seven days.

Inara pouted again for a second, apparently miffed that Barbara had sniffed that trap out. "Then so be it! The deal is sealed," Inara intoned with surprising solemnity, and snapped her fingers.

Barbara suddenly found herself almost completely in her costume, missing only her cowl. Then Barbara couldn't stop herself from gasping in relief as she felt her lips returning to their normal size and sensitivity. Unfortunately for her, that lapse in control also meant she wasn't fast enough to suppress a moan as she subsequently felt her breasts expand a full cup size, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She clapped her hands over her mouth, mortified at having done this in front of the bitch tormenting her.

Inara smirked at her. "Oh yes, don't forget - I turned up the sensitivity in those cute little tits of yours too. They're going to be about twice as sensitive now. Enjoy!"

Barbara glared at her furiously. "Is that the bonus penalty, then?"

Inara laughed prettily. "Oh of course not! That's just a detail you forgot to ask about, silly. No, I've already applied the bonus penalty, actually."

Barbara frowned at her. Nothing else felt different. She quickly checked herself in the mirror - nothing looked wrong, either. She turned back and glared at Inara like she could compel her to provide answers through the sheer power of her eye contact.

Inara just smiled smugly back at her though, saying "Oh don't worry about it sweetheart! I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough." And when Barbara blinked, the ifrit was apparently gone.

That wasn't nearly good enough of an answer for Barbara, but apparently she wasn't going to get a better one. With a scowl, Barbara slid on her cowl and stepped back out into the Batcave, just catching the tail end of a conversation between Dr Mid-Nite and Alfred.

"The swelling to her breasts seems permanent, as do the neurological changes that I believe have rewired them to become increasingly sensitive erogenous zones, but at least we now know that sedating her while the toxin is surging in her system will result in these sorts of changes."

"Good lord! You're saying Miss Gordon must give in to whatever twisted desires the toxin manifests in her mind or face further complications?"

"Yes, I- Oh! Batgirl! What did you hear?" Dr. Mid-Nite said, looking concerned as he caught sight of Barbara.

Barbara gritted her teeth. Of COURSE Inara still had to explain this change with an effect from the "Ivy toxin". That couldn't be the extra penalty though, could it? "Enough," Barbara said shortly as she was distracted by her thoughts. She then grimaced, embarrassed by her own poor manners. "I mean, thank you for coming to treat me on such short notice. I really appreciate i-"

Barbara's words were cut off mid-sentence as an intense and still mounting feeling of heat in her skin swept over her. She suddenly felt flushed and overheated beyond belief, all over her body.

"Batgirl! Are you alright? What's happening to you?" Alfred asked, urgent concern plain to see on his face.

"It's h-hot," Barbara stammered, feeling almost faint already. "I'm s-so hot..."

Dr Mid-Nite rushed over with a thermometer to quickly take her temperature. "Good Lord, it's true - she's burning up!"

As best as she could, Barbara tried to think through the feeling of overheating. This must be the extra penalty, but what was it exactly? What was making her feel like this, so flushed all over? Well, almost all over. For some reason the part of her face not covered by the cowl felt completely normal... oh, no.

Barbara instantly knew exactly what she had to do before she passed out and triggered another "complication" even as she unleashed a blistering series of mental curses on Inara for putting her in this situation. Frantically, she whipped off her cowl, exposing the rest of her face and neck and immediately feeling the sensation of overheating decrease in those regions. With no time to waste before she slipped into unconsciousness, she then unzipped her batsuit and began to struggle out of it.

"My God, Batgirl! What's happening to you?" Alfred exclaimed worriedly, as Dr Mid-Nite stepped clear of Barbara's increasingly frantic movements.

Barbara had no time or attention to reply, quickly pulling her batsuit down to her waist, a currently-distant part of her mind noting that with her new C cup breasts there must not have been a bra that fit her because she was apparently completely topless without the batsuit, her newly-enlarged breasts bouncing wildly from the energy of her movements and sending little tingles of pleasure through her thanks to their increased sensitivity. Barbara tried not to think about how her pussy was moistening from the feelings she was unwillingly subjecting herself to.

Despite the feeling of relief from the waist up, Barbara paradoxically felt her feelings of faintness increase further. Without a moment to spare, she pushed her batsuit down her legs and stepped free of it, quickly kicking off her shoes as well. She now stood in front of both Alfred and Dr Mid-Nite in nothing but a sensible pair of blue boyshorts panties.

The feeling of faintness only continued to grow even with her legs now freed as well, however. Despite the urgency of the situation, Barbara couldn't help but squeeze her eyes shut and cover her face in utter humiliation over what she knew she had to do next. But faced with no alternative, Barbara had to drop her hands, and then drop her panties.

She stood before both men completely naked now, without a scrap to cover her - newly full breasts swinging and her neatly trimmed red bush completely exposed. At least she finally felt the feeling of encroaching faintness leave her at last, apparently content with her total humiliation. The burning feeling in her skin was gone as well now - except, of course, for her face where Barbara could feel an incredibly intense blush that had to be practically turning her whole face pink. That blush only intensified as she realized that not only was her pussy exposed, it was embarrassingly wet, though she dearly hoped that at least that much wasn't clearly visible. She hurriedly pressed her legs together and covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, fuming at Inara in the privacy of her mind.

"...Well," Dr Mid-Nite said, finally breaking the awkward silence. "Do you... feel better now, at least?"

"Yes, thank you," Barbara said quietly, subdued by the terrible embarrassment she was experiencing. "It was my clothes, apparently I just... can't cover my skin like that now." Even as she said that, Barbara realized that her breasts and pussy were starting to feel too hot again where she was covering them, and had to drop her hands to her sides and spread her stance once again, looking away from the men in shame as she did so.

As she did, her gaze fell upon Inara, who had apparently chosen this moment to make herself visible again as she gave Barbara two exaggerated thumbs up. "Woo! Great show, Babs! I'd get some ones for you, but unfortunately it looks like you're not wearing anything I could stuff them into. Although I'm sure we could improvise somewhere," Inara said, smirking lewdly.

At this blatant mockery, Barbara felt the fires of anger burning in her alongside the blazing humiliation she still couldn't help but feel as the two men stared at her, apparently still all but dumb-struck. Couldn't they at least look away? "How the hell am I supposed to be Batgirl now?" She asked angrily, thinking of the terms Inara had promised her.

Alfred perked up as he responded, "Actually miss, depending on the exact nature of your new, ah, condition I may have something for that," evidently thinking Barbara must have been asking them instead of talking to the air as it would appear to anyone who couldn't see Inara. Inara just smirked and pointed at Alfred, apparently indicating he would in fact have the answer to Barbara's question.

"Oh by the way Babs, you might have noticed your guy buddies there have been staring just a tad. Yeah, you know how people might normally have an impulse to look away to respect your privacy and let you keep at least some modesty if you were unwillingly exposed in front of them? I went ahead and turned that off," Inara said brightly. "Just thought that'd make things a little more fun!"

Barbara promised Inara **** with her eyes with the intensity of her glare, but she knew there would be no use in yelling at her now. She turned to regard Alfred instead, doing her best to ignore how Dr Mid-Nite was still openly eyeing her exposed body interestedly.

"What do you mean, Alfred?" She asked.