A new invention from Wayne Enterprises

Alfred beamed at Barbara, seemingly happy to have a potentially helpful idea for her. "Wayne Enterprises has actually just invented a new material that might still be viable for you. But there will need to be some testing to see if it's really suitable, of course. Lucky we've already got such a good doctor here, eh?"

"Yes. Lucky." Barbara said tightly, trying not to take offense at how openly Dr. Mid-Nite was still gawking at her naked body since she knew it was really Inara's fault. "What kind of 'testing' exactly?" she asked cautiously, sensing Inara's hand in this, an impression the ifrit's smug smirk did nothing to dispel.

"Well, it should be simple enough really. We just need to collect some more precise data on what exactly sets off this, ah, condition of yours," Alfred said, gesturing at Barbara's nudity as if to illustrate what condition he meant. "Whether the time to onset varies depending on the material in question, the extent to which the degree of coverage affects that, and so on. Simply nailing down all the variables, as it were."

That didn't sound too bad to Barbara, at least not by contrast to her current situation; it sounded like the tests would involve wearing clothes, and even momentary coverage would be a welcome relief from the embarrassment she was feeling from her exposure. She could feel her bare nipples hardening in the cool air of the Batcave and could only pray the men wouldn't mistake that for a sign of sexual arousal.

"Okay, let's get started then," she said, forcing a slightly strained smile. As much as she wanted to **** Inara for causing this, the situation wasn't the fault of Alfred or Dr. Mid-Nite and it would be inappropriate of her to take it out on them.

"Capital! Let's begin right away, then. Doctor, as the medical professional in the room I'll yield the lead to you now," Alfred said with an exaggerated little bow.

Barbara had to break a real smile at that, even if it was a small one. She really did love that silly old man, and resolved again to keep him from being harmed by any of Inara's tricks and schemes.

"Very well, then. Barbara, if you'll just come over here and then face back away from me we can get started. I don't have a great number of fabric samples on hand, but we should be able to improvise with what we have here and some bandages," Dr. Mid-Nite said.

Barbara did as instructed, eager to get this over with as soon as possible, trying not to think about how she could feel her enlarged breasts swaying as she walked more than they ever had before or how her "condition" seemingly required her to stand with her legs immodestly apart.

Dr. Mid-Nite turned his head to Alfred and said "Oh, I almost forgot - Alfred, would you please go and bring Batgirl's panties here? They may be useful in the testing."

Barbara opened her mouth for a moment and almost voiced a protest, before she resolved to simply cooperate as much as she could and not interfere with the tests. The sooner they got through this the better so far as she was concerned. She flushed even further with embarrassment as she watched Alfred return with her discarded panties in hand, a scenario she could never have dreamed she'd witness just a couple of days ago.

"Excellent, thank you Alfred. Now, Batgirl, if you'll just spread your cheeks I can insert the thermometer and we'll begin testing," Dr. Mid-Nite said matter-of-factly.

Barbara turned her head and gaped at him before exclaiming "You want me to do WHAT so you can WHAT?"

"Rectal thermometers are more accurate and precise than oral ones, and precision is vital if these tests are to be medically valid. Please, Batgirl, it's a simple medical necessity, and nothing to be concerned about," Dr. Mid-Nite replied calmly.

After a moment, Barbara turned her head to face forward again. Well, she'd just resolved to do what it took to get through these tests as quickly as possible, so FINE. With her jaw clenched and her face flaming with renewed humiliation, Barbara reached back with both hands and spread her butt-cheeks for the doctor, trying to ignore Inara's tittering as she watched the proceedings with every appearance of glee.

Barbara's forlorn attempt to hang onto some form of dignity was immediately ruined however, as she let out an embarrassingly girlish squeal at the feel of what was being pushed up her asshole with what felt like it had to be the bare minimum amount of lube. It had to be at LEAST as thick as her thumb and felt shockingly cold inside her.

Still squealing, she instinctively rose up onto her tiptoes to try to escape what was still being pushed further inside her, an attempt totally thwarted by both the Doctor's determination to complete the insertion and her own hands still reflexively retaining their hold on her wide-spread butt-cheeks. It only stopped coming after it was pushed at least half a foot inside her virgin asshole, if it could still be called that after this kind of penetration.

"Oh my GOD," Barbara said, panting and scarlet with humiliation. "You didn't have a smaller thermometer you could have used?!"

Meanwhile, Inara had broken into actual peals of laughter on the sidelines, pausing only long enough to say "Well, he DID, but I made a little substitution. You're welcome!"

Dr. Mid-Nite cleared his throat. "Ah, Batgirl, I've finished inserting the thermometer. You can let go of your cheeks now."

Speechless, Barbara released her grasp on the butt-cheeks she had continued to unthinkingly cling to in her shocked state, trying to ignore the burning in her asshole from the barely-lubed insertion. At least they could FINALLY do the tests now.