Chapter 7: Ricarda Grayson Gains A Lot in Her Next Day

It is not often in Blüdhaven that a morning opens so wholesomely. Usually, the light reveals the sordid activities whore-city’s conducted in the night. The places stolen or vandalized, the bodies found, the aftermath of the nightcrawlers’ perverted escapades found out after they sulk back into their shadows, replaced by what the city has for average citizens.

But this time, the city dawned from an uneventful evening. Uneventful after everything else was silenced by a remarkable locomotive incident, and overly present police in the aftermath, silenced after the bottom-heavy superbabe known as Nightwing made her first prolific act of heroism, despite not being what she idealized.

But despite that, she gained much from the incident. Not just stopping a significant crime, but much more, as she would discover when she wakes up from one of the best nights she’s had in a while, roused by the gentle morning rays.

“Goddess, this rug’s gotta be the best home purchase I’ve ever made. I slept like a baby!” she exclaimed after waking up, feeling more refreshed than she has in a while. Ricarda rose herself from the floor. She lifted herself on her arms, unperturbed with her leg splitting sleeping position. She was not questioning why she spent all night on this admittedly comfortable Persian, why her body in her unconsciousness seemed to keep her hips pushing upwards, sticking out as if still locked in a presenting position.

Instead, she was pleased to find out that she woke up early. The alarm clock far in her room showed the nightly heroine, and the daily police officer was over an hour before she set it. So, for once, it didn’t need to **** her up for the day after a rough night. For once, she would have more than enough time to get to work.

“It really did the trick. Maybe I should watch late-night TV more often.” Ricarda joked. Yet, she has no recollection of right before she fell asleep All she remembers was seeing that scrumptious Canadian and her Kryptonian friend. Vale was saying something about an exclusive video. Trying to think deeper about what she saw after the initial interview brought, in the back of her mind, a wordless husky female voice that was so steamy it could melt ice, the intense sensation of ecstasy stopped the pondering.

Ricarda gets up from the floor but quickly finds herself puzzled. Her movements feel off. An acrobat is intimately aware of their body, every little flex, and every tweak of their muscle. Fully aware of their flexibility and capabilities, and if there was anything unusual about her body.

And it was telling her that she was thiccer than usual. Did she gain weight? When? How? Did she get a five-course meal of protein intake?

Ricarda conducted a not-so-scientific anatomical analysis. Her hands were sensually traveling around her body, her soft palms feeling her succulent form. Strictly to explore her suspicions, of course.

She ran a finger through the crease of her abs. She moved her arms upward as her palms went up to her tricep and forearms. They felt as trim as usual. So Ricarda hasn’t gained anything on her upper body. Except for her Robin’s as she palms her chest.

But when her hands went down. Ricarda found the imbalance explicitly concentrated in four areas: Dem hips, dose thighs, dese legs.

And especially DAT ASS.

Her thighs definitely felt more padded. Almost comparable in width to her still slender torso. Even her calves felt softer and doughier. She pressed her hands for a deeper feel. Her tight quads and hamstrings were still solid despite the padding on top of them and her fingers sinking in the fat.

Her hips felt wider than she was used to. Reinforced by the wider gait, she now realized she was adjusting to this entire time standing. And it also received extra hand sinking padding.

And when she moved her hands behind herself, oh my! They felt so vast! Ticking out so much! Bouncing and wobbling at even a twitch, like the jello they feel like.

It can’t be possible! She couldn’t believe it! The only way she could is if she saw it.

Fortuitous that she owned a full-sized, ceiling-to-floor mirror in her bedroom. The one that she’s always had.

Ricarda places herself in the mirror. Her body automatically puts her back facing the reflective surface. Her head snaps over her shoulders, her body making her look behind herself, making her look at her clearly bigger ASS.

“Oh my God! Look at my butt!” Ricarda cries. She unconsciously starts bouncing off her heels, making the surprising rounder rump jiggle up and down.

“It is so big! I look like I should be on a rap video.” The heel bouncing increases to jogging in place. She unconsciously gets more into it as she questions herself, making her grown booty shake, getting more hot and bothered.

“Goddess, people might think I look like a prostitute. Or Bea, I think I’m as big as her now.” Entranced by her booty popping rhythm, Ricarda got hornier and hornier.

“I mean, my butt, how did it get so big.” Now she’s descended into complete booty popping, Putting her hands on her booty, feeling her palms and fingers taking up less space on the surface than she remembered they should. Groping her ASS vigorously and making herself moan

“AH~! I can't believe it's so round. Mmmmmrgh~! It’s just sticking out there. Ooooooh~!” Ricarda arched her back, the jiggling sensation rolling her brain in ecstasy.

“I’m just so….Asstastic”

As crazy as it feels, she’s gone through another growth in her lower body, with much of the spontaneous body fat concentrated primarily in her buttcheeks.

Just like her calamitous confrontation with Two-Face, sucking the villans dual femme cocks in her bimbo mouth, guzzling down the twin geyser of femme jizz to save the DA and The Bat. In the aftermath, she had grown after processing the fatty semen meal inside her stomach. Growing closer to the size they were today or was yesterday.

But was that really what happened? Ricarda slowed down her bouncing, confused by her memory. Didn’t Two-Face have The Bat and the DA in nooses? And-and I stalled for time by playing off Two Face’s psychosis, goading her into a coin flip, and…

*SLAP*

Ricarda’s hands start inexplicably slapping her ass, hitting the sides of her cheeks. They stuck out so far her palms weren’t touching her hips, only the jutting fat of her ass.

*SLAP*

*SLAP*

*SLAP*

Any concerns she had over supposed contradiction memories got slapped away. She was smacking herself to a high octane booty pounding beat entrenched in her mind. The sensation of her palm’s impact sent rippling traveling through Ricarda’s buttcheeks, collided in the center of her asshole.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

After a few minutes of automatic butt battering, Ricarda finally stopped. She composed herself after the sting on her cheeks, riding out a body-wide ripple of hot, wet arousal in her crotch. “Yeah, Two-Face pounded my mouth pussy” Ricarda reinforced to herself. “I gave her a super blowjob like the super-slut that I am. That’s how it went down.” She punctuates the factual recollection with a final SLAP. With that entrenched, she could return to her mirror-gazing booty shaking.

BRRRP! BRRRP! BRRRP! BRRRP! But a shrieking sound interrupted, bringing her attention to her nightstand clock. Revealing that she was now late for her shift at the Police Station. Did that much time pass? She was checking out her ASS and making it POP for that long!?

She rushes to get dressed and out the door, her more considerable booty clapping in her frantic departure louder than it used to.

…..

As no one would be surprised, a Police officer such as herself works unusual hours to be available at all times to offer service to the public. This requirement was Ricarda’s most significant concern when starting this venture. Of course, she is not unfamiliar with that kind of working hours with her secret hero lifestyle, nor juggling it with her public identity. But a cop and a hero? Where both requiring her to give her body, for the good of the public, at any time when needed?

Fortunately, that so far has not become an issue. Officer Grayson got it easy in the rotation. Near exclusively posted to Alpha shifts. Or, at worst, a swing shift for the afternoon. The scheduling has not made it too difficult to transition to her nightly work on the streets.

Plus, the work that she did in her shift was admittedly light. Ricarda passed through the precinct doors in the usual work routine. Her harried rush calmed down when she realized she wouldn’t be late. Her first task was to find Seargent Rohrback for her assigned beat, despite knowing it would be in Melville. As per usual.

And, as per usual, the precinct’s eyes were all over her. And they immediately noticed Ricarda’s extra voluptuousness.

How couldn’t they? With her large, pale buttocks even less contained in her patterned booty shorts, their eyes were glued to the rookie’s marvelous junk swaying to and fro, her hips moving side to side. Ricarda was still getting used to her widened gait and couldn’t control the extra swing she gained, which overly emphasized her booty shake-shaking, her hips wiggle-wiggling, and her thighs smacking together.

Alongside that, her boobs swinging the opposite to her momentum. Throwing themselves to her left when her torso went right, then the other way as she turned. They flip-flopped in her shirt, risking her precariously buttoned shirt, which struggled from tremendous strain.

Ricarda was too lost in thought to feel the more intense stares. Aside from dealing with her even tighter feeling uniform, Ricarda was mulling over her new mission. To figure out a means to analyze the chemical she got on the train last night.

As she determined after the night of deep, hard, throbbing thought, she would figure this out on her own.

CLAP!

She wouldn’t go to Gotham for The Bat’s help.

CLAP!

She couldn’t ask Barbie for help.

CLAP!

Barbie is too busy being smothered in body-consuming ASS.

CLAP CLAP CLAP!

She couldn’t go crying back to Mommy if things got tricky. She can figure this out on her own. So she would explore her second plan. Use the police’s resources, such as the forensic equipment.

The first problem, she’s not a forensic scientist. So trying to sneak in and use the equipment herself won’t work. Instead, she’ll need one of the techs to analyze it for her.

Except, the rookie showing up with an unknown substance that she couldn’t explain how she got it would cause problems. Even more, does the precinct even know of it and where it’s from? Or, if they do, are they openly acknowledging it? Just having it could get her in trouble, which is why she didn’t bring the tiny capsule with her. Not until she could secure a reason for her to have it analyzed or find someone willing to do it on the side.

Maybe Wallis could help her out. It would take the speedster less than seconds to…

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!

No No No, she had to do this on her own! She’ll find one of the station techies.

But that might not be necessary. Before exploring that option, Officer Grayson wanted to confirm if her department was investigating the substance. With how spectacular her secret identity’s intervention became. There’s no way they wouldn’t have found the other purple vials from the other cars. So were they already on top of it? Or are they hiding the material from official processing? The police themselves securing the material for whoever was smuggling it. Or they were trying to sell it to interested parties.

She needed to find out from her fellow officers, such as her superior Sergeant Amy Rohrbach, who she once again literally ran into—impacting titty to titty.

“Oh, Sarge! I was looking for you. Sorry if I was late.”

Rohrbach doesn’t immediately respond to her subordinate. Like the rest of the precinct, it was very apparent that her favorite newbie became even more favorable. While Ricarda didn’t notice, she was heading to her Seargent. She definitely noticed her officers hip-swinging and bust-shaking, so mesmerized that she didn’t stop her from crashing their fit yet soft bodies together.

“Ohhhhhhh, you bootylicious gurllll~!” The mature Seargent moaned from the titty impact, confirming to herself that Grayson’s boobs are, in fact, bigger. “I-I mean O-Officer Grayson. No trouble at all. You’re just in time for your posting.”

The Seargent would be the best person Ricarda believed to gleam for information. High ranking enough to likely receive a briefing and one of the few cops that would care enough to pay attention to any “oddities” with how the case was processed.

“Hey Sarge, what happened the last night? The girl is chatting up about something big happening on the track near Littleneck Bridge.”

“You haven’t heard? Until now?” Rohrbach is surprised at her otherwise officer. “She’s more of a vapid bimbo than I thought,” the Seargent muttered to herself. “My favorite kind of girl.”

Ricarda leaned in, trying to emphasize an innocent disposition. But it only accentuated her cleavage, expanded by another button on her top she didn’t know popped off. It made Rohrback throb harder in her leotard’s crotch.

Ricarda also didn’t realize the not-so-obvious changes she gained last night. Her natural feminine scent was more potent, like a purple musk. Her hair was glossier, lips fuller, and her skin smooth with a slight oily sheen.

Rohrbach’s hands were trembling as she fought against the need to maul at her pupil’s maddeningly seductive body.

“Big oooool’ Titties! Wait! Wh-what!” Rohrbach remembered that she was talking to her. “Y-Yes. Last night some out-of-town gangsters were making loud moves in the city. Going after a shipping train.”

“I heard gossip from the girls.” “Definitely a reliable source.” the Seargent replies dryly. “Usually, I know your point, but they said something about a superhero stopping them.” Oops, Ricarda tipped her hand a little too much. She was getting too into fishing for indirect praise.

Thankfully Rohrbach didn’t catch the slip because the Sarge was now frowning.

“Yeah, looks like Bludhaven finally gained a vigilante problem.”

That...was not what Ricarda hoped to hear. “Vigilante? I thought the hero stopped the out-of-towners robbing the train’s cargo.” But, once again, Ricarda was overreaching and fishing, “O-Or, so I heard.”

“Stopped? Hero? I wouldn’t say sending cars throughout Park and Ride, on the streets, and in the Narrows is stopping. We were out there all night cleaning up that mess. Traffic was more hell than usual, and getting those wrecks was a nightmare. All that to stop some smuggling? What’s so ‘heroic’ about that?”

Ricarda had to try hard to keep her face neutral, coming out as pensive. But Rohrback gave her an opening to take. “If it was smuggling, what was it?”

“Cars apparently,” she paused and narrowed, “But I don’t buy it.”

“What do you mean?” Ricarda was egging her cop instinct.

“They were seemingly after cars. Old ones. Not vintage, just out of date.” “Do you think there was something more to it?” Ricarda incepted her thoughts. “Maybe, but who knows. They were impounded and sent to the junkyard pretty quickly.”

“Either way, don’t worry about it. It’s in Soame’s hands. She’s been assigned to deal with our new ‘guest.’ She’s bad enough. I don’t want you tangling with a vigilante.”

The gnawing in Ricarda’s gut makes her push this more than she probably should. “Would that be such a bad thing? The help would be nice.”

It only makes her mentor narrow her eyes in a way Ricarda never wanted to be directed at her. “Despite my pride as a cop, I’m going to let that one go. Look, policing is...tricky in this Blüdhaven. But we’re not Gotham, despite what everyone else thinks. We don’t need some Bat wannabee making our city her playground. Undermining us in this city.”

“Despite what they say, there is good policing in this city. We don’t need a vigilante undercutting it.” Rohrbach declared to Ricarda and herself.

“And we especially don’t need the crazy that inevitably follow them. You’ve seen what Gotham has become after The Bat emerged. The freaks and clowns that replaced the mobs. We don’t need the kind of chaos that they bring.”

Ricarda doesn’t give a response, focusing on making sure to keep her feelings in. Rohrbach takes this as her point being made. “As I said, don’t worry about the vigilante. Instead, worry about today’s beat. You’re on Melville...again. Just as the Cheif request as always.”

Ricarda wordlessly takes her assignment and excuses herself to keep her mentor from seeing her break her composure.

She doesn’t notice when she once again runs into a woman breast to breast. “Ricarda, my sweetie, what’s wrong?” askes “Inspector” Soames. “You shouldn’t stain that pretty dollface of yours with tears.”

Unlike the Seargent, the inspector took full advantage of the closeness. First, she held Ricarda by the waist and rubbed their breast together. Then, grabbed Ricarda’s buttcheeks and slightly juggled them. Naturally, the inspector is only feigning concern to get in Ricarda’s booty shorts.

“Inspector Soames,” Ricarda exclaims. Having enough of herself together to keeps up the demure rookie act. Not much as an act as she squirms under Soame’s caressing touch. “It’s-It’s nothing just got dust in my eyes.” Fortunately, Soame’s ‘concerns’ are shallow, not caring to press into Ricarda’s worries.

But the rookie cop realizes the opportunity in front of her Phyllis is the lead investigator for the case. So she can get information from her from a direct source.

“I heard that criminals from out of town tried to stop a train and that a Super...a Vigilante was also in the incident.”

“Ah, right lass. Looks like the Haven finally has a superhero.” “Superhero?” Hearing Soams refer to her as that piqued her. “That's right. Our fine commonwealth now can enjoy its own spandex-wearing girly.” Phyllis bites her lips at the memory of squeezing said superhero’s booty. Making her dig into Officer Grayson’s ass even deeper, and the rookie to moan as such.

“The Chief assigned me the task of taking care of our guest. But that’s all. Nothing special. I just happened to be posted to the task.” Soames is smart enough to downplay her actions. Officer Grayson is, of course, evident in how the Inspector was tasked to ‘take care’ of the Superhero. And how she took liberties with that assignment.

But Ricarda wanted more than the press conference account. Shyly, but insistently. Ricarda pressed her questioning. “Were they going after something? I wouldn’t think any gang would just visit Blüdhaven for nothing. And what about the superhero? What exactly were they stopaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!”Soame’s shut down her questioning with a firm squeeze of her ass with both hands. The rough booty handling silenced Ricarda from pressing more questions “Don’t worry her pretty little head about our new superhero. Or anything of these out-of-town pricks. I’ll be taking care of both of them.”

The conversation and molesting ended when an officer appeared, saying that she was getting a call about a wiretap. “Aright, thanks.” Soames turns back to Ricarda, getting one last tight squeeze of their bodies together. “Back to business fer me then. So sad our time is always getting cut short. I would love to know you better.” She finally lets go and departs, leaving Ricarda with a slap in the ass. “Goodbye, sweetie! An don’t make yourself a stranger to me.”

After her cheeks stop shaking from the slap, Ricarda determines that Soames settled the very quickly. Meaning the rest of the precinct was unlikely to know much about it. She’s likely made the substance disappear quickly with few traces in the system.

There might be small breadcrumbs to follow where Soame’s sent the material. But Ricarda would need to get someone to look into the substance independently.

In any case, Officer Grayson received her own message. Her phone received a text from her computer, receiving the text Soames sent and sending it to herself after several ounces across the globe.

The so-called Inspector wanted a meet, which Ricarda saw coming. This tap likely had something of interest to Soames, enough to contact her “partner.” The one she unknowingly already spoke to and whose body she was copiously groping.

Well, Officer Grayson could afford to disappear from her solo patrol to allow Nightwing to make a daytime meeting.

…..

Ricarda has gained much from her initial experience in Bludhaven. First, she has achieved her reputation in the city as Nightwing. The police know that there’s a superhero in town. Eventually, the rest of the city will know that as well within the Precinct as Officer Grayson with slight traction in the inner workings of the BPD’s and figuring out how to use it to her advantage.

Unfortunately, not all of her gains were what she wished. She had a hard swallowed insight into how her superhero work is not appreciated the way she wanted, by one she hoped who would. Thus, the hope of replicate a similar relationship her true mentor made with her ally in the **** is seemingly fleeting. Or at least, not with the one she would prefer.

But most significantly, she has gained in her bootiful form, developing further into a donktastic slut. Further creating an ASS, that while still fantastic, is not yet worthy of her, yet not realized, new Goddess.

Ricarda Grayson will be gaining much MUCH more in her time spent in Blüdhaven.