It certainly makes things better

Looking down at herself Barbara had completed her transformation and she couldn't be happier. She had made no short quarter in her enhancement, and was now admiring herself in the mirror of her room, wearing her old Batgirl outfit for old times sake.

Every time Barbara now looked at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but feel a burst of shameful pride. This is what sluts should look like. With bodies sculpted purely for pleasure and perversion, and Barbara couldn't be prouder to be one of these new women now.

She had long since forgotten about trying to track down the Justice League, she didn't care. Both Batman and Dick would likely protest her lifestyle changes even if it was what she had secretly always wanted. Now Oracle would exist purely to serve her own erotic lifestyle and as for Batgirl, well. Batgirl was dead, now there was only Batslut. Her nipples went hard just admitting it to herself.

So now it was clear that she was a slut, but more than that a determined slut, and she was **** to embrace her new nature. It was fortunate that on the same note that Cyber Cunt had given Batslut with the number of the enhancement clinic she had also gave her own number. She had offered to introduce Batslut to the life of a whore and Barbara certainly wouldn't turn down the offer.

"I thought you'd be calling me soon Batslut, have you come to your senses?" came Cyber Cunt's happy go lucky voice on the other end.

"Yes. I don't know what I was thinking before, teach me everything you know" Barbara begged, massaging her new massive tits with great sanctification.

"I'll see you soon Batslut, I want to see what you've done" she said as the phone bleeped off. Leaving Barbara with nothing else to do but masturbate the night away.