Subject: Reposted by Request:  Batgirl - Blow-Up Doll - by MD James
From: MD James <d2beast@aol.com.SPAM.SUCKS!>
Date: Fri, Oct 10, 1997 15:43 EDT
Message-id: <4772eli$9710101536@qz.little-neck.ny.us>


BTW Celeste, anytime you want to review this one... I know my friend
David E-mailed you a copy a few weeks ago.

WARNING:  The following story is for ADULTS ONLY!!  It contains scenes
of nudity and sexual situations that are for ADULTS ONLY!  If you aren’t
18 or older GO AWAY!!  If scenes of nudity or sexual situations offend
you, GO AWAY!  And if you are a moralist, a bible-thumper, a misguided
social worker, an overzealous and domineering parent, a member of the
Clinton Administration, Christian Coalition, or simply a postal
inspector impersonating a real human being - FUCK YOU!!  READ THE
CONSTITUTION YOU PRICKS!!

All characters in this story are copyright by DC Comics.  This story is
designed for personal entertainment only and should not be redistributed
for profit under any circumstance.  If you do, you’ll find out that
Time-Warner lawyers are worse bitches than Janet Reno and Hillary
Clinton ever could be!

This story is not based on current DC continuum.  That means Bruce Wayne
is still Batman, Barbara Gordon is still Batgirl, Dick Grayson is still
Robin, Alfred is still the Wayne family butler, and the Joker is STILL
the clown prince of crime!  Everyone got it?  COOL!

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Batgirl - Blow-up Doll
- by MD James

The Gotham City Carnival has always been a stable family attraction, a
break from the chaos and madness going on everywhere else.  Today was no
exception.

"C’mon Barb!"

Barbara Gordon stood shakily at the entranceway to the tent while her
friend Janice tried to coax her in.

"I-I don’t think so.." Barbara said.

"Oh don’t be chicken!" Janice said.  "Look, I’ve been to two or three of
these places before.  Madame Vie is probably going to read your palm,
make up some incantation, hand you a crystal, and charge you $5 on the
way out.  That’s all!"

"I don’t know.."

Janice grabbed Barbara’s hand and led her inside.  "C’mon!"

The tent was decorated no differently than a fortune teller’s would;
colored scarves, burning incense, scented candles.  The only thing
missing was a crystal ball or a deck of tarot cards.

"Hello?"

Not seeing anyone else in the tent, Barbara started to turn around to
leave.

"HALT!"

A middle-aged woman, dressed in black, came out from behind the back of
the tent.  Although she had traditional gypsy features, she spoke in a
clear western accent.  She pointed a finger at Janice.  "You!  Wait
outside."  Then she pointed at Barbara.  "You!  Sit down!"

Janice started to leave when Barbara protested.  "No.. I don’t think.."

"If you leave now, you will NEVER get your heart’s desire," Madame Vie
said.  "The brightness in your darker heart will fade forever!  Do you
want that to happen?"

Barbara wanted to think about it, then Janice started to leave.  "I’ll
just be outside, Barbara.." she whispered.  "Just shout if anything is
wrong.."

Barbara wanted to leave, but instead she sat down at the table.  "I
don’t know why I’m doing this," she said softly.

"Because it is your heart’s desire that WILLS it," Madame Vie said.  "I
know this to be true.  I can sense the yearning within you the minute
you came in!  You seek someone.. someone unattainable..  someone with a
heart even darker than yours.."

Barbara nodded nervously, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.  This
conversation was dangerously close to exposing her secret life as the
caped crusader Batgirl.

"That is why I told your friend to wait outside.  This was not for her
to hear.  You strongly desire this man, yes?"

Again, Barbara nodded.

"You have talents you are not aware of," Madame Vie said.  "Talents that
you know little about, but will bring him to you.  Give me your hands."

Barbara’s hands were shaking as she placed them on the table.  Madame
Vie grabbed hold of them.  Barbara went over her options should the
Madame Vie be less than friendly.  From where she was, she could quickly
head-butt the Madame to break her hold and leave, or she could
somersault over the table and exit through the back of the tent.  Either
way would be bloody and brutal, but quick.

Madame Vie pulled out a small medallion on a chain.  "This is the amulet
of Jaka - the ancient god of love and sex."

"Jaka?  I’ve never heard of him before.."

The older woman smiled.  "Yes.. Jaka was the father to all great masters
of sex and love.  It is HIS power that made great things such as the
Kama Sutra possible."

Barbara didn’t say anything, but simply took it all in.  It HAD to be a
fake.  She’s a librarian, with access to all sorts of books, and she’s
never even HEARD of this Jaka character.  So she figures, what’s to
worry?

"Jaka protects me," Vie said.  "Jaka empowers me.  And now I ask that he
empower you!"  She closed her eyes and began to chant.  "Oh great Jaka..
Oh great Jaka.. Jaka oh powerful.. Jaka my master and lover..  I ask
that you give your love to this woman.. fill her heart with your power..
fill her body with the power only you possess!  Oh great Jaka.. Oh great
Jaka.."

Madame Vie then began to convulse and shake.  "OOOHHHH… Jaka… Yes!..
Fill me with your love!.. Fill her with your power!… YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Barbara could swear that Madame Vie was climaxing as she chanted.  There
was a musky odor in the air, which she assumed was just the incense.
But other than that, she felt no differently.

Then Madame Vie collapsed on the table.

"Madame?" Barbara said as she tried to shake the woman.

"I am still here," Madame Vie replied, her head still on the table.
"Jaka has spoken and will help you get your heart’s desire."

"Oh," Barbara said as she started to get up.  "Well, this has been
quite.. interesting.."

Vie shot up from the table and thrust the medallion into the younger
woman’s hands.  "You must wear this around your neck tonight.  As you
sleep, Jaka will prepare you to receive his power.  Tomorrow, your
talents will be at their best when your heart’s desire is present.  He
will not resist your talents when they are at their best."

Barbara looked at the medallion.  It was supposed to be of Jaka, but she
could swear it looked like Buddha.  Oh well, she figured, no harm done
in wearing it tonight.

"OK," she said as she slid the medallion over her head and slipped it
between her cleavage.  Then she reached for her purse.  "How much do
I..?"

Madame Vie sat back down at the table.  "I need no money," she said.
"My service to Jaka is more than enough.  But if you can spare three
dollars to cover for the medallion, I will be grateful."

Barbara put the money on the table and left the tent.

"So," Janice said, "what did she say?"

Barbara smiled.  "Just mumbled something about this god Jaka, went into
a trance, gave me a medallion to wear tonight and asked for three
dollars."

"That’s all?" Janice said with a frown.  "I would have expected
something more.."

Later that night, Barbara decided against going on her nightly patrol as
Batgirl and instead catch up on the sleep she’s been lacking.  She
simply deduced her fatigue to the long nights she spent on surveillance
of a local crank manufacturing plant.  Drugs were nothing new to her,
and she’s helped bust a few labs in her time, but this one was different
- they were using runaways to help make the drugs.  She had little
tolerance for drugs, but the kind of slime who exploited runaways was
the breaking point.  She really wanted to break this group, and do it
right so they couldn’t weasel out of it in court.

As she slept, the medallion lay between her warm breasts and the white
nightshirt.

* * * * *

The following night Barbara was dressed in her Batgirl outfit.
Everything seemed normal.. except that her uniform felt a tad too tight,
especially near the top.  She simply checked it off as nerves, since she
always felt her skin-tight uniform was a bit too tight before she begins
a raid.  She was never comfortable wearing an outfit that left nothing
to hide for her.  She couldn’t even wear a bra to cover up her erect
nipples as they stuck through the outfit.

The drug lab was inside a condemned hotel.  They chased out the hookers
and homeless people who were using it and quickly produced their
poisons.  The lab itself was in the old conference room, which was
accessible from the outside through the service entrance.  There were
two armed guards at the back entrance, but that never stopped Batgirl
before.  A quick Batarang and a side thrust kick turned the guards into
unconscious bookends.

She grabbed some flare pellets and was about to switch on the spectrum
lenses in her mask when she heard the sound of bullets and wood
splintering from the inside.  Did they know about her?  Maybe it was a
rival gang..  What about the runaways?

Putting caution to the wind, she pulled out a small concussion pellet
and threw it at the door.  The metal structure was blasted open.  Then
she threw in the flare pellets to blind anyone on the other side.

Batgirl was about to rush in when a man rushed out blindly, almost
knocking her down in the process.  She turned and was about to chase him
when a bat-line whizzed past her head to snare the man.  She turned
around to find Batman standing behind her.

"You almost let this guy get away," he said icily.  "If you didn’t throw
those flash bombs he would have gotten away."

Batgirl was floored.  This was her raid!  She’s the one who spent
countless nights staking out the place!  She felt the rage burning up
inside her.  How DARE Batman steal her thunder?

"Listen.." she started to say.

But Batman finished tying up the man and turned around to face her.
"Not now," he ordered.  "The police will be here in seconds to pick up
the slime and take care of the kids."  He then pointed to the two guards
Batgirl had earlier taken care of.  "Tie them up, then meet me in the
next alley!"

The anger rose as she complied to Batman’s request.  She heard the
police cars from the other side of the building and knew it would only
be a matter of seconds before her other escape route would be closed
off.  She leapt up to the fire escape of the adjoining building, then
followed it up to the roof.  Twirling her own bat-line, she then
descended to the alleyway behind the Pussycat Lounge.

The dark knight waited silently for her in the shadows.  Since she still
had her spectrum lenses on, she was able to quickly spot him.

She landed like a cat, but now she felt her outfit getting even
tighter.  Maybe it was still nerves.  She had never confronted Batman
about his actions before now.  Maybe she should start doing so..

"Just who the HELL do you think you are?" she started.  "I’ve staked
that place out for NIGHTS getting ready to make my move, and you just
waltz in here with my bust?"

Batman was about to reply, but instead he kept quiet.  His attention was
focused on something else.

"Well?" Batgirl said.  "I’m talking to you.. I.."

Then she realized that something WAS wrong.  Her outfit was getting
REALLY tight around her chest.

She looked down and discovered that her breasts were now larger than
before.  She first thought it was simply the way the spectrum lenses
interpreted the images, but when she turned the lenses off, she noticed
that her breasts were still growing, getting larger by the minute.  The
bat-insignia on the front of her outfit began to get distorted as her
bustline continued to increase.

"Batman.." she said in shock, "what’s… happening… to.. me?"  She put her
hands up to her breasts in a vain attempt to stop them from growing.

"I.. don’t.. know.." was the only reply.

In a dumpster at the entrance of the alley, Sam "Shutterbug" Sleezeback
poked his head over the edge.  He was initially there to get pictures of
Taffy Tassels as she stepped out back for a little "illegal" fucking.
Taffy was the biggest feature performer in town, and rumored to fuck
anything that can move after one of her shows.  But instead, he was
getting a treat he wasn’t expecting!  There she was - Bat-fucking-girl,
giving a show of her own to Batman!  He couldn’t see too well, but she
was clearly holding her tits and moaning in front of that dark knight
dimwit.

"UUUNNGGHHH!" she moaned as she could feel her tits continue to grow.
What was that about now being able to wear a bra underneath her outfit?
If she wore one now, it would have popped from the growth!

Batman reached for his belt.  "Hold on, I’m bringing the batmobile in."

He turned away for only a second when he heard Batgirl moan again, this
time in pleasure.  He turned back to face her, only to notice that her
hands went down to her groin.  There was a distinct odor in the air..
the smell of a woman in orgasmic pleasure.  Her breasts were now 44DD,
and he knew the outfit was near the breaking point.  The outfit was a
mixture of Kevlar and Spandex, but he knew even those fibers weren’t
designed to be stretched forever.

"Batgirl," he said calmly, "your cape.. cover yourself with your…"

RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

Like a popped balloon, the front of Batgirl’s outfit split open,
revealing her now 46DDD breasts to the cold night air.  The suddenness
of the tearing thrust her back on the ground, where she lay there with
her legs spread.  In the light, Batman could see her groin was damp with
her sex juices.  The tear in her outfit went down all the way to the
thin blue panties in the front of her crotch.

"AAAHHH!" shrieked Batgirl.  "I… can’t…. stop… it!…  UUUNNGGHHHH!!!
I’m… I’m.. Oh god… no…. not here… NO!!!!!"

She spasmed as she came, her growing tits giggling like twin mountains
of Jell-O.

Then Batman could hear another sound in the distance..

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK..

The faint sound of Sam’s camera clicking off frame after frame of
Batgirl’s predicament would have been ignored by anyone.. anyone except
Batman!  He turned around to see Sam at the entranceway of the alley,
with a night-sensitive telescopic lens to catch everything in full
color!

"Yeah baby!" Sleezeback said as he continued to click of picture after
picture.  "Jiggle them Bat-bitch! Grab your nipples!"

Batman was about to pursue him when he heard Batgirl moan again.  When
he turned back her breasts were even larger.. the size of twin
basketballs.  At the rate they were growing, she would be smothered in a
matter of minutes unless he did something now.

"Damn," he mumbled as he let Sleezeback run away with the incriminating
photos.

"I.. I… I…. UUNNGGHHH!!!!… can’t… take… any.. more… of … this…" she said
as she continued to pant.  "Do… some.. thing… NOW!"

Batman cocked his hand back, then slammed down towards her solar plexus
with the palm of his hand.  Batgirl screamed in pain, her whole body
shaking in shock.  Then she was unconscious.

Batman then checked her vitals.  She was still alive, and the growth of
her breasts seemed to have stopped.  He rolled her to her side just long
enough to pull off her cape and use it to cover her up.

Batgirl’s scream attracted the attention of the club employees and
dancers, who raced outside to find out what was going on.  Taffy Tassels
giggled at the sight of Batman carrying Batgirl towards the waiting
batmobile.

Batman strapped the unconscious Batgirl in the side seat, then gave a
menacing look at the onlookers.  The message was simple and unspoken:
None of Your Business!

*****
In the cave underneath Wayne Manor, Batman had Batgirl on a medical
table.  Her costume - what was left of it - was in shreds at the foot of
the table.  The only thing she was wearing was her mask and blue
panties.  He wanted to remove her mask, but he knew that it wouldn’t be
professional at this point.

The dark knight left Batgirl in the care of his assistant Alfred while
he turned to his computer.  As he put figures in the terminal, his other
hand reached for the phone.

"Robin," he said into the receiver.  "Listen carefully.  Batgirl was..
injured.. tonight.  She’s down here in the cave..  No, she’s still
alive, but in her… condition.. I thought it best to bring her here.  No,
I couldn’t take her with a hospital.  Not like this.  Listen, a
photographer caught Batgirl as she was stricken and took some..
compromising pictures of her."  The image of the photographer appeared
on the main screen.  "His name is Sam Sleezeback.  Goes by the name
‘Shutterbug’ for his obsession for taking pictures.  He usually works
for ‘Bad Girls’ magazine and has a loft at 1501 Cain Boulevard.  I need
you to get to him and get that film before he has it developed!  No,
Robin.  I need you out there.  Contact me when you have the film.  No,
don’t return to the cave until I tell you it’s all clear to."

Batman put down the phone.  Dick Grayson may be old enough to be
considered an adult, but he knew the young man wouldn’t be able to
handle Batgirl in her current condition.  Besides, if Sleezeback manages
to get those pictures developed and published, he will effectively
destroy Batgirl’s career forever.

*****

Sam Sleezeback held the roll of film in his hands.  THE roll.  The one
that will guarantee him big bucks.  How many people would pay through
the nose to see pictures of Batgirl topless?  How many publications
would kill to see Batgirl, the most prim of masked crimefighters, lying
on the ground masturbating?

Then he realized something..  BATMAN saw him!

He’d never come across the dark knight before, but like everyone else
he’d heard the rumors.  He’d heard what happens to people who cross the
Batman.  Batman wasn’t someone to ignore, especially when it concerned
his friends.  Suddenly Sam began to consider himself a marked man.

"I’ve got to get this developed," he said to himself.

He knew one of those 1-hour shops was out of the question.  He’d tried
to get pictures developed there once and ended up in the police station
on trumped up charges of child porn.  And because of his affiliation
with all the skin magazines, he was barred from any contact with the
professional photo studios.  Still, he needed to get to a darkroom..
before Batman or one of his people got to him first!

He picked up the phone.  It was time to play hard ball!

A woman answered the other end.  "Yes?"

"Selena, darlin!  Sam Sleezeback here.."

"HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

"Selena, kitten…" he said reassuringly, "play nice now..  I’m here to
help you!"

Selena was unconvinced.  "The last time you said that I ended up naked
in one of your skin magazines!"

Sam smiled.  That photo spread was worth a few thousand!  "Well kitten,
I happen to come across something that will make up for all of that..
with interest."

"What do you mean?"

He fingered the roll of film in the canister.  "Well darling, I have
pictures of a certain winged beauty that will make your memorable spread
look like finger paint!"

That got her attention.  "You’ve got… pictures of.. BATGIRL???"

Sam’s devilish smile got wider.  "That’s right.. in all her glory,
writhing on the ground in heat like the slut she is."

Then he heard Selena Kyle laugh.  "You have my condolences, Sam.  When
Batman catches up with you.."

"But he won’t, kitten.  Because you won’t let it happen!"

Selena laughed again.  "You must be kidding!  I don’t have a
death-wish!"

"No," he said, "but I have some more pictures of you.  The ones I DIDN’T
sell to Bad Girls Magazine.  The ones that will get your parole
revoked.. IF you know what I mean."

There was silence for a minute.  "What do you want?"

"Simple deal," he replied.  "You do whatever it takes to make sure I get
my pictures developed, you get your pictures and the negatives.  If I
can’t get my pictures developed, Bad Girl will get another feature
spread of Catwoman, and you’ll be back behind bars."

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…" growled Selena.  "You have a deal."

*****

Bruce Wayne let his head slump on the computer console.  After a couple
of hours of searching, there was still no answer to Batgirl’s sudden
breast growth or her uncontrolled orgasms.

Alfred came up behind him.  "Excuse me, sir, but I have a bit of news
for you."

Bruce turned to face him.  "Yes Alfred?"

"It would appear that Batgirl’s.. um.. breasts… are getting smaller
again.  She has also not begun any more uncontrolled… uh.. bouts, sir."

"A good sign," Bruce said as he returned to the computer.  "Has she
woken up yet?"

"Not yet," Alfred replied, "but I think I shall go upstairs and prepare
something for her troubles in the meanwhile.  Perhaps some chicken
soup.  No doubt she should have a parched throat by now."

Bruce put his mask back on and returned to the infirmary.  Batgirl
looked so peaceful lying in the bed.  And indeed, her breasts WERE
starting to resume to normal.  They were already down to 38C, and from
the looks of things, it appeared she would return to her original
features in another hour or two.

Then he noticed something around her neck.  In all their concern to
remove Batgirl’s torn outfit, he and Alfred didn’t notice the small
medallion on a small silver chain.  He carefully picked it up from her
warm flesh and examined it.  The medallion had an image of Buddha on it,
which was completely uncharacteristic of Batgirl.  She was no Buddhist.
Then he noticed some slippery material on the chain that glistened
slightly on his glove.

Batgirl then stirred awake.  "Uhh… Bat.. Batman?"

"Yes," he said.  "How are you feeling?"

A hand went up to ensure that indeed she was covered up.  "I feel..
weird..  and sore.. and tired.."  She looked down at her chest and the
still-large curves.  "It wasn’t a dream, was it?"

Batman shook his head.  "No.  I’m afraid not."  He then motioned to the
medallion.  "I want you to tell me everything about this medallion you…"

Batgirl then winced and cupped her breasts.  "Oh god… not again..
UUNNGHHH!!!  It’s happening again!"

Batgirl’s breasts started to swell again, filling out beyond her
fingers, and beyond the cover of the sheet preserving her modesty.  And
the odor of sex once again filled the area as she moved her hands back
to her wet crotch.  She began to pant as she masturbated herself to yet
another climax.

Batman didn’t want to hurt her again, but he also didn’t want her to be
climaxing uncontrollably either.  He reached for some ether and a cotton
rag.  Putting the right amount on the rag, he then brought it to her
mouth and nose.  The smell put her right to sleep again.  Batgirl
continued to moan and thrash in her sleep and her breasts continued to
grow, even though now only slower than before.

He reached behind her and removed the medallion from around her neck,
hoping that it would help him find out what was happening to her.

*****

Robin reached the publishing office of Bad Girl Magazine through the
skylight.  The whole floor was a combination studio and office.  Sets
were stored in the back, not unlike a small movie studio.  Aside from
the pictures of naked women, nobody would even suspect the true nature
of the magazine.  Robin, of course, knew otherwise.

The whole floor was dark, so he knew Sam Sleezeback wasn’t there yet.
The publisher’s office was at the end of the hall.  It too was empty.

Robin moved in the dead of night to the answering machine.  He pulled
out a small tape player and then popped out the cassette from the
answering machine.

"BEEP!  Hey, Harry!  Sam Sleezeback here.  Listen, I’ve hit the
mother-fucking-load here!  I’ve got film so HOT it’s melting in my hands
as I speak!  Call me now!"

"BEEP!  Harry!  Answer the fucking phone!  It’s Sam Sleezeback.  I have
some film that will make Bad Girl sales go through the ROOF!  We’re
talking BIGGER than the Catwoman spread!  BIGGER than Poison Ivy’s
spread!  I mean it!  I have it!  Call me so we can both get rich!"

"BEEP!  HARRY!  Sam Sleezeback.  Listen, this stuff is hot!  I mean
radioactive hot!  I can’t keep waiting for you, I’ve got to get this
stuff developed!  Listen, I know a place where I can get this stuff
developed.  I’ll call you when I get there so we can talk about how much
money we’re going to make!"

Robin returned the cassette to the answering machine.  Sleezeback
couldn’t get hold of the publisher, which was a good sign.  He placed
one of the bat-bugs on the phone line and headed back out.  He knew it
would only be a matter of time before Sleezeback would call again from
where ever he was getting the film developed.  With his call-tracer he’d
know precisely where.

*****

Batgirl awoke for the second time in the cave.  She looked about for
Batman, but instead saw an older gentleman wearing a surgical mask in
front of her.

"Good morning, young lady," Alfred said.

She started to sit up.  "Who are you?" she asked.

"You may call me.. Al," he said, trying to stifle his British accent.
"I’ve been asked to serve as the go-between for you and.. our mutual
friend.  He’s asked you not to refer to him by his name for the time
being, since doing so might aggravate your.. condition."

Barbara looked down at her chest.  Her breasts were still twice her
normal bra size, and she could detect a faint whiff of the wetness still
evident in her panties.  "Does.. he.. know what’s happening to me?"

"He.. has his suspicions.  But he’d like to know some more about your
condition, and the medallion you were wearing."

She put her hand on her chest where her medallion once was.  "My
medallion!  OHH!  Why didn’t I think about it?"

"I assume, miss, that it’s more than just an ordinary medallion?"

She turned down towards her cleavage, then back up at "Al."  "Unless you
call THIS ordinary."

She told Alfred everything about her visit to Madame Vie, and how she
got the medallion she wore upon her neck. Alfred thanked her for the
information, then gave her some chicken soup.

In the adjacent part of the cave, Batman stood by the computer.

"Did you get everything sir?" Alfred said as he approached.

"Yes Alfred," Bruce said as he put down the headset.  "The microphone
you had in your shirt pocket picked up everything. The question is, how
helpful will it be?"

The Wayne family servant removed his surgical mask from his face.  "I
assume the test results of the medallion were inconclusive?"

The Caped Crusader held up the plastic bag containing the piece of
jewelry.  "I’ve examined the substance that was coated on the chain.  It
appeared to be some kind of slow-acting genetic enhancer.  It’s the kind
WayneCorp’s genetics department has been working on as an alternative to
steroids."

"It would appear to narrow things down, sir."

"But it doesn’t," he replied.  "WayneCorp’s not the only one working on
this stuff.  Lexcorp and STAR Labs are also developing this formula, or
a derivation of it.  And it doesn’t answer what’s causing Batgirl’s
breasts to grow in my presence."

"Then might I suggest a trip to the Carnival?"

*****

It was nearly two in the morning.  The sounds of the door pounding would
wake up even the dead.

Carl Peterson, freelance photographer, opened up the front door to see
Sam Sleezeback worm his way inside.

"HEY!" Carl said.  "What are you..?"

"Need your lab," Sam said as he took off his coat.  "Whatever pre-teen
bitch you’re fucking, better get her out now, because this is some prime
shit!"

Carl closed the door.  "Look, I don’t know why you’re here, but I won’t
have anything to do with you!  You’re poison and you know it!"

"I love you too asshole," he replied as he made his way to the dark
room.  "I’ve got a hot roll here and I’ve GOT to get it developed."

"Try Quick Photo," Carl suggested.  "If my editor found out I’m
associated with you.."

"Hey," Sam shot back pointing a finger at him, "if you don’t help me,
I’ll make sure your editor knows a whole lot MORE about you!  Like when
you used to pop the cherries of 14-year olds who wanted to be models!
In fact, I’ll bet you’ve got one in the sack now.  Probably doesn’t even
know you’re screwing her in more ways than one!  Now get off the fucking
pulpit and give me a hand with this!"

Carl sighed and began to set up the dark room, making sure the door to
his bedroom was closed first.  No need for Sam to see what was sharing
his bed now.

Sam, meanwhile, reached for the phone and dialed the number for Bad
Girls Magazine. "Hey!  I’m here at a friend’s place getting the film
developed.  You can reach me at 555-9955.  Better answer real fucking
quick, or I’m taking this stuff to Saints and Sluts!  You want the big
bucks from this, you get off your ass and call me!  I can’t keep this
stuff for long, you know."

*****

Robin smiled as he heard the sound of Sleezeback hanging up the phone.
The bug worked perfectly.  He flipped the receiver over and verified
that the call was from "555-9955."  He then plugged in the receiver to
the comlink with the Bat Cave to get the address of one Carl Peterson,
903 Wilson Court Street.

"Gotcha!" he said as he headed for the Bat-cycle.

*****

The carnival had been closed for two hours.  In the background, restless
animals sounded off their frustrations at being poked and prodded by
children while being soothed by their weary caretakers.  Mechanics
finished their maintenance checks of the rides before calling it a
night.

Batman moved through the shadows with ease, undetected by all except a
few animals.  Workers and guards would be only inches away from him, yet
never notice his presence.  He stealthily made his way to the tent of
Madame Vie.

The interior of the tent was dimly lit.  The smell of incense was still
in the air.  So was the faint and strange odor from the candles.  Batman
scraped a few shavings from the candle wax and put them into a specimen
container for future examination.

In the back of the room, he found a makeup table complete with more
small medallions like the one Batgirl was given.  And a jar that didn’t
look like cold cream.  He scraped a sample from the unmarked jar and put
that in a specimen container.

"So," came a voice from behind him, "you are here."

>From the mirror at the table, Batman could see a 50-ish woman in black
standing behind him.  She appeared not to carry any weapons or any other
objects in her hands.

"You knew I’d be coming?" he asked.

Madame Vie smiled.  "Of course!  A woman with a dark heart, yearning to
be with a man whose heart is even darker.. who else would that be?"

Batman turned around to face her.  "This woman wouldn’t happen to have
red hair, would she?"

Madame Vie smiled.  "You wouldn’t be here if it were anyone else, would
you?"

Batman approached her, trying to be as intimidating as possible.  "This
woman is in a lot of pain because of her visit to you.  You’re going to
tell me what you did to her to cause her pain!"

Madame Vie didn’t flinch, nor give any sign of being intimidated.  "I
have done nothing to her that her heart’s desire did not wish," she
replied.  "I have prayed to Jaka and Jaka has agreed to make her desires
come true."

"There’s no such being as Jaka!" Batman said as he grabbed her arms.
"It’s a hoax!  The images on those medallions is of Buddha!  Now WHAT -
DID - YOU - DO - TO - HER?"

"I have done nothing," she said, "but to fulfill her heart’s desire.
She sought answers.  I have given her the answers and the means to make
her desires come true."

"HOW?" he snarled.

"By enhancing her talents," she said with a smile.  Then her leg brushed
outside Batman’s.  "The talents all men and women have."

Batman felt the stirring in his loins as her leg brushed up against
his.  He felt the blood rush to his groin, and his cock start to harden.

"The candles!" he realized.  "Some kind of aphrodisiac!"

Madame Vie smiled.  "To men, it is.  But to women, it’s something more..
it enhances their desires.. magnifies them."

Batman broke his grip on the woman and backed away, carefully making
sure his cloak covered the raging hard-on he had.  "The antidote!" he
said through clenched teeth.

"There is no antidote," she said with a laugh.  "Except one..  Do I have
to explain that to you?"

Batman backed away.  "There’s an antidote somewhere," he said as
menacingly as possible under the circumstances.  "And when I find it,
I’ll be back for you!"

Madame Vie laughed as he merged with the shadows.

*****

Robin arrived at the rooftop of Carl Peterson’s loft.  He peered over
the skylight to see into Peterson’s living room.  A clean-cut man in
sweats and a tee was arguing with a guy in rumpled clothes.  He couldn’t
hear too much through the glass, but it wasn’t hard to determine which
one was Peterson and which one was Sam Sleezeback.

Normally he would have waited until Sleezeback was alone before acting,
but he knew time was crucial.  Batgirl’s reputation depended on it.

Batgirl.  Even just thinking about her brought back the desires and
fantasies.  For a long time he had a crush on Batgirl.  At first he
thought it to be just the kind of infatuation people had about costumed
heroes and heroines.  After all, he knew he had a fan club of his own.
But after spending countless cases working with her, he knew it was
something more than just the way her body looked in a skin-tight
bodysuit and cape.  Much more.

He also knew that she wasn’t interested in him at all.  Oh sure, she
thought of him as a friend, but that was it.  He knew she really cared
about Bruce.  Or rather Batman.

It was hard for him to get over her.  He tried dating dozens of girls.
But every time he still compared them to Batgirl.  Besides, he still
worked with her from time to time, which only served to hurt him even
more.

And now he was in the process of defending her reputation from some
sleazy photographer who caught her doing… well something that apparently
Batman objected to.  He didn’t know what, but whatever it was, it
probably wasn’t any good.

"That’s it!" he said to himself.  "After this is done I’m transferring
to NYU!  I’m getting out of Gotham!"

Then he saw Sleezeback head to the room in the back.  Peterson wasn’t
too far behind.  Perfect!  He can slip in and drop a gas pellet that
will fill up the darkroom with smoke and alter the developing chemicals
so they will destroy the negatives.  Flawless!

He started to reach for his utility belt when the sound of a whip
cracked against his wrist.  Before he could react, he was pulled away
from the skylight.  He turned around to see Catwoman stand in front of
him.

"Well, well," she said with a smile, "look what the cat dragged in!"

Robin freed himself from the whip.  "I don’t have time for your games,
Catwoman!"

Selena smiled as she recoiled her weapon.  "Then I guess you’ll have to
make time, Boy Wonder!"

Her whip reached out again.  This time Robin rolled out of the way and
launched a Batarang.  The bat-shaped weapon came close to hitting
Selena’s head, but with reflexes of a cat she dodged out of the way.
She twisted her attack, striking at Robin from the side.  This time the
whip hit him in the bare leg.  Robin cursed at the attack, and then
renewed his mental vow to redesign his outfit to have long pants!

Robin was about to strike back when Catwoman tackled him.  The two
rolled across the rooftop in the heat of combat.  Robin was trained in
judo and wrestling, but even he couldn’t fight off a woman who fought
with animal intensity.

Then he began to notice a smell.  The odor of the combat.  The sweat.
Before he knew it, he found himself lying on his back, with Catwoman
straddling over him.  The purple bodysuit hugging her shapely form.  The
black hair as it framed her face..

Then he felt something else building.. and he knew she’d feel it.

Catwoman gave a wicked smile.  "OOHH!  Now is that a bat-boner I feel?
Or Robin’s Raging Rock?"

Robin didn’t want to degrade himself by answering.  But it was obvious
he was getting aroused.  Catwoman reached down and began massaging
Robin’s cock through his outfit.

"MMM," she said.  "You DO have a good size one now!  How about we skip
the fighting and go straight to the fucking?"

"I.. I.."

Robin didn’t know how to respond.  How could he?  He was a man, like
anyone else.  She was a woman.. no, she was more than just a woman.  She
was a BEAUTIFUL woman.

Catwoman started to tug at her purple bodysuit to reveal her firm and
ample breasts.  "We can even leave our masks on.  How about that?"

Robin gulped.  What could he say?  The answer came almost as a whisper.

"Y-yes.."

Selena brought herself up to him and kissed him forcefully on the lips.
The sensations were nothing like Dick felt with a woman before.  Sure
he’d been kissed by some girls, but not like this.  Before was with
passion.  This was with lust.

Once the top half of her outfit was off, Catwoman moved herself back
over Robin’s cock.  She placed her breasts between his hard-on and began
to tit-fuck him through his green shorts.  After a few pumps, she then
reached for the tops of his shorts and pulled down, revealing a
nine-inch sexual nail.

Selena licked her lips before giving Robin the first blowjob of his
life.

"Oh shit!" Robin exclaimed as he unfastened his belt and starting
undoing his tunic.

She sucked on his cock for a minute, not wanting him to climax too
soon.  She needed to make it last.  Then she pulled his cock out of her
mouth and began working herself out of the rest of her outfit.

*****

Batman returned to the cave in frustration.  He spent the better part of
the hour conversing with the best resources he had.  He even woke a few
chemists up to ask them about an antidote.  None of them could offer a
solution.

He was finally able to deduce what happened to Batgirl.  When she
entered the tent she inhaled the scent from the candles.  The wax had a
chemical that served as an aphrodisiac, arousing her like it did him.
Then she was given the medallion covered with the genetic enhancement
formula, which was absorbed by skin contact into her bloodstream.  The
formula worked when certain parts of her body were highly aroused, such
as when she saw him in the alley behind the abandoned hotel.  The result
was not only the rapid growth of her breasts, but also her hyperactive
libido causing her to climax uncontrollably.

He knew how it happened.  But what to do with that knowledge baffled
him.  There were only a few solutions available.  One was to ask Batgirl
to retire.  Go back to her regular life.  But that was unrealistic.
He’d known for years that she was really Barbara Gordon, Commissioner
Gordon’s stepdaughter.  She was in contact with Batman on a regular
basis, both as Batgirl and as Barbara.  There would have been no way to
avoid her seeing him and being affected.

The next solution was to remove her mask and admit her to Gotham General
Hospital.  Since she entered Madame Vie’s tent as Barbara, he could
easily say that he found her someplace in that condition.  She’d have
first-rate access to research and chemists, and even the skills of
WayneCorp’s chemists and specialists could be used to treat her.  But
that left her to the scrutiny of doctors and nurses and orderlies, not
all of them willing to keep quiet about this kind of situation.  Many
were known to squeal about their more bizarre cases to the tabloids,
even after swearing an oath of secrecy.  It would effectively destroy
her life as Barbara Gordon.

Then there was the one solution left.. the only one that he knew could
cure her.  And it meant crossing a line he once swore never to cross as
Batman.

"Damn.." he cursed.  There really wasn’t any other option.

*****

Robin watched in shock as Catwoman pulled the rest of her outfit off.
The glow of the moonlight accentuated her pale skin and the dark curls
of her mound.

Selena licked her chops as she repositioned herself on top of Robin’s
still-hard cock and guided it into her.  She gave a soft purr as it slid
inside her.

"OOHHHH!" moaned the Boy Wonder.

"Ohh yeah baby," she purred as she began a slow gyration over him.
"Ohh.. you’ve REALLY needed this, didn’t you?"

Robin could only moan as she rode him.  His gloved hands gripped the
roof gravel, wanting desperately to put them on her huge breasts.
Eventually she reached down and forced him to cup her tits.

"Squeeze my nipples," she said.  "Squeeze them with your fingers.."

He did, not really able to feel the sensations.  He pulled his gloves
off, then reached out for her mammaries.  He found them warm to the
touch.  No.. hot to the touch!

"Yes!" she exclaimed as she picked up the pace of her gyrations.  "Oh..
now you’re learning!"

His hips met hers, matching her gyrations, as he could feel himself
preparing to climax for the first time inside a woman.

"Catwoman.." he said, "I think…. I’m… gonna…. I’m…. UUUNNNGGHHHHHH!!"

The sensation was nothing like he expected.  His cock exploded inside
her in spurts.  Selena grabbed hold of his hands so they wouldn’t leave
her tits.  Her hips bucked now to his pace as she could feel her pussy
milk every ounce of sperm from his love pole.

"Yes.." she said softly as she rode him past the climax.  "That’s it…
Let it all come out.."

Robin managed to free his hands from Selena’s tits and began to snake
them around to her back.  The air felt chilly around him as he realized
they were both naked for the whole world to see.  He suddenly became
very conscious of his surroundings.

"Catwoman," he said with a gasp.  "Maybe we’d better…"

But before he could answer, Selena reached down beneath his testicles
and pinched a nerve.  Instantly the Boy Wonder could feel himself get
hard again.

"UNNGGHH!" he groaned.

Selena began gyrating herself again.  "… better continue where we left
off!"

*****
Batman approached Batgirl as she slept on the examination table.  She
was much younger than him.. she just turned twenty-one a couple of weeks
ago.  Yet the feelings he had for her defied his dark nature.

For many years, Bruce Wayne found himself attracted to Barbara.  There
was a beauty that she often hid behind ugly glasses and bulky clothes.
The beauty that came out when she became Batgirl.  He first attributed
his infatuation to the wishful fantasies of a man in his thirties.  He
knew that Dick was in love with her, and he didn’t want anything to
happen that would cast a shadow on that possible romance.  After all
they were both around the same age.

But now he couldn’t put his feelings aside.  What he needed to do to
cure Barbara would bring those feelings in the open.  Feelings that he
now knows she shares.

He put a gloved hand to her cheek.  "Batgirl…"

Batgirl opened her eyes.  She didn’t expect to see Batman standing in
front of her.

"But… I.." she stammered.  "I thought that…"

"Barbara," he said softly as he undid the fasteners of her mask and slid
it off her.

"Wha..?"  She started to protest, then felt the rush of sensations as
her breasts began to grow again.  "I… thought…"

"There is a cure," Batman said evenly.  "But it’s.. not a conventional
one..  I didn’t want you to go into this without your consent first.."

Barbara knew what he meant.  He needed to fuck her, to satisfy her
heart’s desire, in order for her to be cured.  She pulled back the
covers and began tearing at her cum-soaked panties.

"Do it!" she said between her teeth, bracing for another uncontrollable
climax.

Batman stepped back, and pulled the cowl over his head.  Barbara panted
as she realized that the man standing before her, the one she loved all
these years, was Bruce Wayne!  The sounds of her panting echoed in the
cave as he quickly removed the rest of his outfit, so that the two of
them were naked.

Barbara’s breasts had already grown to a size 48 when he got on the
table above her, his ten-inch cock standing erect at her.

"Put.. it… in!!" she moaned.  "Fuck.. the.. fore.. play… I’m… UUNGGHH…
wet enough.. as is!"

Bruce dropped to his knees and prepared to enter her wet pussy.  But
instead of acting immediately, he paused. ‘This is Jim’s stepdaughter,’
he told himself.  ‘You can’t just ram your cock into her like some cheap
whore!’

Barbara saw his hesitation and reached out past her growing mammaries to
bring him inside her.  A shock of pleasure hit her, then a wave of pain
as his cock tore through her hymen.

She screamed as her virginity was lost.  The sound reverberated through
the stalactites and startled the bats that were sleeping.  Softer
screeches could be heard amidst the flapping of bat-wings.

"I’m.. sorry.." Bruce said as he started to pump his rod into her.

"OHHH!" she screamed.  "Yes!.. Fuck me Bruce..  PLEASE!"

Barbara’s breasts were once again the size of volleyballs, yet softer
than pillows.  He could feel her soft nipples pressing against his chest
as he continued to fuck her.  Their once pink color grew faint as her
breasts continued to grow.  He was wondering how long before they would
be so huge that sex would be impossible.  The thought of that made him
pump even faster.

Beneath him, Barbara Gordon was a woman possessed.  She tried to clutch
to his ass cheeks to bring him all the way inside her, but the sheer
size of her mammaries prevented her from reaching anything of him.  She
could only grab hold of her tits and ride him as she was brought from
one rapid climax to the next.  The intensity of her uncontrollable
orgasms, and the sensation of the huge cock inside her virgin pussy made
it hard to even speak.  Instead, she vocalized her pleasures in grunts
and screams.

Beads of sweat poured down Bruce’s brow.  He was a trained fighter,
skilled in various forms of meditation and concentration of chi energy
from the best martial arts teachers in the world.  He learned from the
best Yogis from India to control his energies, which enabled him to be
the best fighter as well as the best lover possible.  There wasn’t a
woman in the world he hadn’t fucked where he had lost control.  Yet with
Barbara he had no control whatsoever.. all of his teachings were gone!
The primal sounds of her pleasure.. the heat of their contact, the
sounds of his balls slapping against the outside of her pussy..  He was
no longer Batman, the cold and unemotional knight of justice.  He was no
longer Bruce Wayne, the suave millionaire playboy.  Right then, right
there, he was just a man.  A man with needs and desires.  And Barbara..
she was just a woman.. with her own needs and desires…  It was like a
fuse was lit inside of him, and it was going to….

"ERRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The sound of him at the threshold of his climax echoed through the stone
walls.  She matched his cries of pleasure as she could feel his cock
explode into her.

Exhausted, Bruce collapsed on top of Barbara’s cushion-like breasts.
Then he realized something..

"Barbara," he said in a whisper.

Barbara weakly opened her eyes.

"Your breasts.." he said.

Then her eyes widened.  They weren’t growing anymore!  Nor was she
feeling incredibly horny anymore!

"It worked!" she said in a croaked voice.

They both laughed at the news.  It did work.  But she was still so..
big!

"Now what?" she said.  "I can’t go out with tits like this!  Everyone
will know that Batgirl and Barbara are the same person!  Christ, I even
put Wonder Woman to shame!"

"I dunno," Bruce said as he played around with one of her faint nipples,
"I think the Princess still has you beat by an inch or two.."

"YOU!" she cried out as she managed to slap his arm.  "I think I know
what to do with you…"

Then she felt himself getting hard again.  Oh yes, he knew as well!

*****

Dick Grayson cried out as he climaxed for the fifth time.

"MMMMMMM!" mumbled Selena Kyle as she sucked his cock dry.

She marveled at her skills.  The touch was something she had learned of
when she was walking the streets.  Stimulate a certain nerve that went
from a man’s rear to his balls, and it would stimulate him.  It would
seem to be a sure-fire solution to impotence, but she learned quickly it
was a hollow hard-on.  The drive would be there, but less and less sperm
each time it was used.  Some men even said it was painful after the
third time.  And she brought Robin to his fifth climax!

The Boy Wonder wasn’t in any mood to complain.  He was too exhausted to
do anything.  They had fucked in every position he though imaginable for
the first three times.  After the fourth time he wasn’t able to do
anything except lay there on the rooftop while she sucked and fucked
him.

Finally, he had passed out.  The fifth time was just too much and too
soon for him.  Selena got up from her hands and knees.

"FUCK!" she exclaimed.  "That boy made ME sore!  I guess Mister Vibrator
will be all alone tonight.."  Then she saw the light as it started to
break along the horizon.  It was close to dawn!

"Shit!" she exclaimed as she began to collect Robin’s clothes and move
him off the rooftop.  People would be waking up soon, and she didn’t
want to leave another scandal in her wake!

*****

Downstairs in the loft, Sam Sleezeback was in seventh heaven.  In his
hands were the first prints of his roll.  The pictures that showed
Batgirl grabbing her tits in a look of shock and orgasmic pleasure in
front of the caped crusader!

"YEAH!!!" he yelled.  "I’ve done it!  Do you hear me?  I’ve DONE it!  I
am going to be a FUCKING RICH MAN!"

Carl Peterson came running out of the darkroom.  "Shut the fuck up!" he
said softly.  "You’ll wake up the neighbors!"

Sam waved it off.  "Agh!  Listen, I’ve got to get ‘em to that asshole of
an editor at Bad Girls, but when I’m done I’ll buy you some champagne!"

Carl handed him the rest of the prints.  "NO!  Look, you’ve already done
enough damage to me already!  Here are the prints.  The negatives should
be dry now… I’ll go get them and then…"

"And then what, gentlemen?"

The sound came from the bedroom.  Carl turned in horror.  It wasn’t the
young would-be model.  Instead, it was an older brunette wearing a
trenchcoat and holding a bullwhip.

Sam smiled.  "Selena, kitten!  I take it you did your job well?"

Selena smiled devilishly.  "I did my job.  You did have a guest, but I
took good care of him.  He will be in no position to hurt you."

Sam laughed.  "Just great!  Listen kitten, I don’t have the pictures
with me now, but I promise…"

She waved her clawed glove at him.  "Oh I understand purrrrfectly.  But
I figured since I was here that I’d get a peek of what I was
protecting.  After all, it was my ass on the line.. in more ways than
one!"

Sam started to protest, but before he could, she snatched the proofs
from him.  She studied the pictures carefully.  "My, my.. such camera
work…  It certainly brought out Batgirl in all of her glory!  Did you
know her breasts were growing?"

"That’s what I said," noted Carl.  "That wasn’t a distortion!  See?  Her
tits WERE getting bigger!"

"All I know," Sam said, "is that those tits will net me a SHITLOAD of
money!"

"I don’t think so!" Selena said.

Then she tossed a small pellet into the darkroom.  Instantly the room
filled with a white smoke.

"What the..?" Carl said as he raced into the room.

Sam was incensed.  "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU… ARGGGAG!"

Selena had grabbed him by the throat, the talons of her clawed gloves
digging into the sides of his neck near the jugular.  "I promised that
Batman and his people wouldn’t get to you," she said with a sneer.  "I
never said that I wouldn’t."

"You bitch!" Carl said as he stormed out of the room.  "You ruined my…"
Then he saw what she was doing.  "Oh shit!"

She turned to face the professional photographer.  "I know what you’ve
done," she said with a sneer.  "I’ve sent that girl away.  And if I EVER
hear you’re preying on young girls again, I’ll tear your balls off and
mount them on my mantle!  You’ll WISH Batman caught you!"

She turned back to face Sleezeback, who was starting to turn blue.  "The
same goes double for you!"  Then she shoved him away and headed back
towards the fire escape in the bedroom.

Sleezeback landed back against the kitchen counter.  He coughed as he
tried to breathe again.  "You’ve… *cough* … just made… feature… *cough*
.. *cough*… bitch!"

She laughed as she headed to the fire escape.  He’ll find out for
himself, she thought.  When she followed Robin to Sleezeback’s loft, she
broke in and destroyed all the incriminating pictures he had of her.  He
couldn’t hurt her anymore.

*****

Robin awoke in the stairwell next to the rooftop door.  He groggily
stood up and adjusted his outfit, assuming Catwoman had hurriedly
dressed him.  The belt was off slightly, and the claps on his crimson
tunic were off by one.  It was when he was fixing the tunic that he
noticed that a collection of pictures and a letter fell out.  He picked
them up from the floor and read the letter.

"These are all the pictures Sleezeback had that are still intact.  I’ve
already destroyed the negatives.  Batgirl’s rep is safe.  You can thank
me tonight.  You know where to find me!  - CW."

He looked at the pictures.  Three were of Batgirl, clutching her chest,
and then of her topless.  The last picture, though, was a professional
shot of Selena Kyle, naked.  It was signed "Last night was the best,
lover! - Selena"

Dick Grayson smiled as he put the pictures back into his tunic and began
figuring out how far it was to the safehouse.

*****

As morning broke, Alfred returned down to the cave.  He left Bruce and
Miss Gordon sleeping on the examination table.  Her breasts were already
down to a more manageable size, which was, no doubt, a relief to all
parties involved.

The manservant picked up the Batman outfit off the floor and reminded
himself to bring down some terry-cloth robes for them, then to find
something that she could wear, since her Batgirl costume was destroyed
beyond repair.

He looked at the sleeping couple.  The two lay in a spoon position, with
her between his arms, and his hands firmly on her breasts.

"Sleep well Master Bruce," he said softly.  "And you too Miss Gordon."

In the days to come, there were some subtle changes to the Batman
Family.  Barbara never got her breasts back to their original size.  But
since she wore baggy clothes anyways, nobody ever knew she now had to
wear D-cup bras.  And her appearances as Batgirl were all the more
memorable.  Of course, Alfred had to make some alterations to her
costumes, including adding some built-in cups to accommodate her
sensitive nipples.  But by then she had already started to move into
Wayne Manor.

Dick Grayson had transferred to New York University, and it wasn’t long
before Robin made his appearance there.  The former ward of Bruce Wayne
was often seen in daylight in the company of an older brunette woman.
Coincidentally, the number of cat burglaries in New York started to
rise.

*EPILOGUE*

Madame Vie smiled as she watched the carnival leave town.  The carnival
would be heading to Metropolis, but she wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Instead, she headed to the old and abandoned Gotham Amusement Park.
Inside dilapidated haunted house, she made her way into the back room
and slipped out of her black clothes.

Vie smiled as she removed her bra and then slid into the green
bodysuit.  "It went perfectly," she said out loud.  "The chemicals
affected Barbara Gordon exactly the way you predicted.  But I don’t know
why we.."

"WHY?" came a voice from the darkness.  "Why NOT?  You saw the results.
Batman and Robin are split further than Marla and the Donald!  Bat-babe
is his new partner now.  After all these years, I’ve finally found
Bat-boy’s weakness.."

The man came out of the shadows to reveal his emerald green hair, his
pasty-faced complexion, and bright red lips framing his trademarked
grin.

".. and the punchline is he’ll NEVER KNOW that the man behind it all is
little ol’ Joker!"

"Vie" sighed before applying the tropical oils that restored her
younger-looking face, and then pulled off the wig that concealed her own
red locks.  "Vie" was once again Pamela Isley, botanist and
environmental fanatic.

"Don’t forget my part," she said as she finished putting on her leafy
outfit.  "Without me you’d still be in the Asylum!"

"Of course, my dear Poison Ivy," he said as he placed a white hand on
her bare shoulder.  "Your performance was superb.  For someone who would
rather hang around plants than animals, you were able to fool even
Batsy!"

Ivy began to shudder as she could feel the familiar tingling between her
legs.  Then the top of her outfit fell over as her breasts began to grow
out of them.

"And now," Joker said as he reached for the zipper of his pants, "it’s
time for your regular antidote!"

** END **


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