Kara Zor-L, aka Power Girl (Earth 2).

"System activating? What system?"

Bruce took a step back, looking over her shoulder to the exit just as the heavy metal door sealed behind her. Great. The Fortress of Solitude was made forged from a kryptonian alloy. Even with the strength of this Kara girl, she doubted she'd be able to knock it down on her own.

"Please stand still."

Metallic tendrils shot from the walls. They appeared to be the very same kind that were in the ship she found outside Gotham that turned her into... well, a her. But Bruce was faster this time. She wasn't about to just submit herself to whatever weird body alterations this computer had in mind. She bobbed and weaved, using her enhanced speed and super powered reflexes to evade the machine's attempt to nab her.

"Stop! Override!"

Bruce tried to find a trigger word to shut the damn thing off. What was with kryptonians and their damn metal tentacles? More and more tendrils were deployed the longer she dodged. She could only evade for so long before she inevitably got snatched up, two wrapping around each of her limbs for good measure.

Another set of tendrils, without hesitation, began unclothing her piece by piece. First her boots were pulled off her feet and then her red skirt was yanked down while her blue top was pulled over her head. She'd never felt so **** before in her life, as if she knew what was coming.

"What are you doing? Stop this right now!"

"I cannot, Kara Zor-L. I am preparing you for your mission!"

"Mission? What mission?! And stop calling me Kara! I am Bruce Wayne!"

"My scanners indicate you are in fact Kara Zor-El down to your very DNA. Shall I run diagnostics to assess your mental condition? Perhaps you hit your head upon entry into Earth's atmosphere?"

"No! I'm not crazy!"

"Great! Now let's begin."

A special tendril with a green dimly glowing tip plunged into her thigh.

"Begin what?!"

Bruce grunted in her high pitched voice, which actually came out as more of a squeak.

"I have injected a small shard of kryptonite into your body for the time being. Do not fret, it is too small to render any real harm to your person. I am merely using it as a means to begin editing your body, your skin would be far too indestructible to do so otherwise."

"Edit my body...?"

"Yes. Your current form will simply not do for where I am sending you."

A two more tendrils snaked down her arms, giving her goosebumps as the cold metal touched her warm flesh. They suddenly latched onto her nipples, forcibly stimulating her, so much so that she unwillingly squealed with delight.

"S-stop..."

Her face reddened. It was hard to evoke confidence given her situation. She was no longer the powerful Dark Knight. She was a **** blonde girl being suspended in the air by an alien machine for the second time that day.

"I am afraid I cannot."

The machine replied. Some mystery liquid began to flood the tubes and she felt an odd, albeit pleasurable, sensation in her chest. She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip as she couldn't contain the feelings she was experiencing. She was cursed with the hormonal response of a young woman.

Bruce felt two more tendrils snake up her legs and jab into her thighs, which was more painful than the previous two.

"Injecting numbing agent. Apologies for the slight pinch. You shouldn't feel any more pain for the duration of this procedure."

A similar liquid was being injected into her thighs now. The more the tendrils pumped, the more she wondered what was being done to her. It was when she closed her eyes to try and quell the burning feeling in her lower regions and opened them back up again to see her chest, she realized what was being done to her.

Her breasts, which weren't small before by any metric, had doubled in size since the "procedure" began.

"Wha-what..."

Bruce wanted answers but her body was fighting her every step of the way when it came to verbalizing her questions.

"You are wondering why I have increased your breast and thigh size, yes? Having these exact measurements will be crucial to blending in on your mission."

"Mission..."

She repeated. The machine kept talking about some kind of mission but refused to elaborate on what that was. What important mission could possibly require her to get bigger tits?

She glanced down at her thighs since the machine referenced them too. Her thighs were in fact much larger and her ass and hips had expanded even more so to accommodate them.

"Measurement requirements met."

The machine finally announced and just like that, the tendrils that had penetrated her body popped out and snaked away. A new tentacle came forth and redid her hair, cutting it shorter to be more around her shoulders than it was before. She winced as the tendril holding the kryptonite shard popped out of her body. She did feel considerably weaker after being exposed to it. She must have really inherited Superman's weaknesses as well as his strengths.

Without wasting any time, the machine crammed her into an ivory long sleeved leotard that exposed her thighs and ass. There was a window for her cleavage deliberately cut right above where her enlarged breasts were. She was dropped into a pair of blue high heeled boots, a matching pair of blue gloves placed on her hands and a red short cape on her back.

"For the duration of your mission, you will be known as Kara Zor-L, aka Power Girl. You will be traveling to Earth 2 to uncover information about an impending Apokaliptan invasion. Good luck."

"Good luck?! I'm not-"

The opening of a boom tube cut off the newly dubbed "Power Girl" and just like that she was jettisoned into another world.