Gotham Brothel
"It's very sweet of Bruce to let me use his work out equipment while mine's unavailable," Barbara smiles to Alfred, who neatly hangs Barbara's Batgirl suit from a coat rack near Batman's computers.
"He truly is generous, Miss Gordon," Alfred smiles, looking to the computer monitors, "Oh... Oh my."
"What is it?" Barbara says, looking in the direction of the monitors.
"It appears... something isn't quite right in Gotham."
"What? Where's Bruce? What's going on?" Barbara says, getting closer to Batman's computers, displaying a map of Gotham. Everywhere, small red, flashy dots are popping up all over the map. "What is this?"
Alfred takes a closer look, "The readings are so strange. It's no surprise at all. They're coming from Arkham Asylum."
"What are?" Barbara says, moving her wavy read hair over her shoulder.
"Spores. It appears that these spores, according to this, Miss, are changing women all over Gotham."
"Changing? They must be some pretty big spores..."
"On the contrary, Miss," Alfred says, sitting in Batman's office chair, typing onto the keyboard. "These spores are microscopic and appear to be airborne. Women all over are inhaling them and... changing."
"They don't seem to be going after men at all..." Barbara says, looking closer to the monitor, "That woman... zoom in!"
Alfred zooms in on a woman who is struggling to hold her dress down, only for a rather large penis to fall, drooping to her knees.
"My word... Miss Gordon... Batman is currently dealing with another crime in the nearby city... but... you don't suppose..."
"I'm way ahead of you, Al," Barbara says, pulling down her suit's hood. "Looks like Batgirl has some work to do."
Using her own zip line, Batgirl lowers herself onto the panicking streets of Gotham. Men and women are running about, but it's not the men who are in dire trouble.
The women are ravenously chasing the men, and some are even stripping naked, chasing after each other.
Everywhere Batgirl looks, there are futanari women pleasing each other orally and anally. Averting her eyes, Batgirl decides she must travel the higher roads - the skyscrapers.
Before she can grab her grappling hook, Batgirl is tackled to the ground by an insatiable blonde woman, moaning and groaning viciously, grinding against her latex covered leg.
"Agh! F-fuck me! I... I need to cum!" the blonde woman growls, her eyes dilated and her groin pulsating hard against Batgirl's leg.
"You're not well! Do you understand! Ugh! Off!" Batgirl says, rolling out from under the woman, dashing away toward Arkham Island, only be to stopped yet again.
Surrounding her are vivacious, lusty, busty women. Turning to run away, she sees that only more of them have come to trap her.
"We love a woman in latex, Batty!" a brunette says, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
"Can you smell her scent? She's so scared... but don't be scared, little bat," a redhead says, rubbing her bulging groin.
Batgirl places a hand on her stomach, and another on her head. What am I feeling? This isn't right... I ... I've got to get out of here!
_ _ Fumbling for her grappling hook, Batgirl clumsily shoots it up into the air; luckily the hook grabs onto a building and she is immediately pulled up and away from the hungry crowd.
Looking down at the small group of women, Batgirl watches is shock as they begin to undress each other. Fondling each other's breasts and crotches, the small group turns into a full on orgy.
Moans and groans grow from below as Batgirl can't avert her eyes. As she takes a deep breath, she can feel that strange tingling in her stomach yet again.
I wonder what that's like... being with another woman... I'll bet it's... No, come on! Barbara, seriously! Batgirl shakes the thought and returns her focus on getting to the island.
After wading and fighting her way through horny women and struggling men, Batgirl finally comes to Arkham Island - the haven for the criminally insane, and according to Alfred's information, the criminally insatiable.
Opening a small communicator on her wrist, Batgirl takes cover atop one of the building's gargoyles, overlooking the massive island and it's many miniature-districts.
"Alfred, it's Batgirl... I'm in. I'm right outside the penitentiary - on the computer, can you find the...agh!" Batgirl gasps, feeling a strange stinging sensation in her groin, "Agh! Damn it! What is that?!"
Placing her hand over her crotch, she can feel that her labia has swollen, "Just swelling...it's only swelling."
"Batgirl? Batgirl, are you alright? I'm at the computers now - what do you need?"
Struggling and breathing oddly, Batgirl puts on a strong front, keeping focus on her task, "I... need you to find the... s-source of the...spores!"
"Right... there are strong readings coming from the botanical gardens and in the penitentiary. Miss, I do suggest getting to higher ground before you proceed, as..."
"Thanks, Alfred." Batgirl says, interrupting him, eager to stop the strange outbreak.
Batgirl closes her communicator, only to need to clutch her chest - her breasts are stinging with a strange pain, and they too seem to have swollen just a little.
"Come on, Barb..." Batgirl whispers to herself, standing up straight and spanning her cape wide. Falling from the gargoyle, Batgirl soars gracefully to the ground, landing on her feet just outside the door.
She kneels with a brief weakness, feeling her labia swell even more. Her latex suit displays more of a cameltoe now, but Batgirl has much more important things to worry about.
Finally inside, Batgirl slowly looks around the penitentiary, seeing many empty cells and long hallways. If there's anyone I should check with first... it's Joker.
Entering a long hallway, the lights in the asylum flicker, only making the halls seem creepier. The sound of Joker's laughter echoes in the distance, slowly growing louder.
Batgirl's heart slams against her chest as her breasts swell further, her nipples erecting and growing more tender. Agh... the spores... that must be what's going on with me... I'd better make this quick...
Batgirl busts through the doors of the main asylum where the mutated criminals, titans, and other extremely dangerous villains are held.
In his glass confinement, Joker is sitting on the floor, his clown makeup smeared, and his usually coif hair asker and messy.
Batgirl approaches him, "Joker..."
"Ah... the girly Bats. What an interesting surprise!"
"What do you know about all of this going on?"
"All of what? The women suddenly thinking I'm god's gift to humanity? That's always been a thing..."
"Cut the crap, you know I'm talking about the outbreak."
"Outbreak? Well... Miss Batsy, I dunno anything about that. I'm stuck here all day, trying to plot my revenge, fogging the glass and drawing little pictures... why, just the other day I drew a rather interesting..."
"Joker, I don't have the time. If you have nothing to do with this, why are you looking less than your best?"
Joker smiles, releasing a soft cackle, "Let's just say... I wouldn't mind Harley participating in another visitation hour, that's all!" Loosening his bowtie, Joker sits back, his pants slightly undone, laughing his traditional laugh."
"Harley..."
"You're next, Miss Batsy... don't think Harley and her little posse won't try and gobble you right up!"
Looking around the building, quietly searching for Harley Quinn, Batgirl finds her body tingling in pain once again. Trying to focus on the task at hand, the pain becomes a bit too much to bear.
Shooting her grappling hook at a nearby structure inside, a pinch of pain throws off her aim. As she swings, the stone where the grappling hook grabbed onto crumbles, causing Batgirl to fall straight to the ground.
At Poison Ivy's feet.
"Well, well... look at what the bat dragged in," says Ivy, her voice as lusty and promising as ever.
Batgirl can't help but trail her eyes slowly up Ivy's body, examining her vine-covered feet, forming stockings up Ivy's legs. The vines crept up slowly, forming a very thin pair of panties on Ivy's lower body, barely covering a thing.
Only two small vines crawl up Ivy's sides, blooming two small roses at half-bloom to cover her swollen breasts and enflamed nipples.
Ivy runs a hand up her own neck and through her deep, rosy-red hair, moaning gently and softly, "Do you like what you see, little Batty? My babies grew me this outfit from the goodness of their souls... mmm, it feels so good to wear natural things. It's... almost like wearing _nothing_at all."
Ivy sends one of her vines to crawl slowly up Batgirl's leg, "I see that you've met my young spores, Batgirl. Aren't they doing a wonderful job? I see they've... influenced you as well." Ivy giggles softly as she runs a vine over Batgirls swollen pussy.
"Ivy... this is madness! You're turning all of Gotham into some kind of orgy!" Batgirl grunts beneath her body's strange responses.
"Isn't it lovely? Now the world will love and be loved... no more of this... negative energy destroying nature's good bounty."
"People are... are raping each other!" Batgirl protests.
"Oh, no. As you can see... and maybe feel, my Dear... their bodies are all too willing. Very willing... just as yours is right now." Ivy's vines slowly wrap themselves around Batgirl's arms and legs, rubbing her pussy from the outside of her suit firmly.
Ivy watches as Batgirl slowly becomes putty in her grasp, "Yes..." she moans gently, "relax, Batgirl. Enjoy it... love is to be enjoyed and shared."
Harley Quinn and Duela Dent come into the room, giggling to each other and poking at each other's breasts.
"No way! Mine have totally gotten bigger! Joker even said so!" Harley giggles, twirling a blonde pigtail in her index finger.
"Ah, there are my girls," Ivy moans softly, "Where have you two been? We have a guest, you know."
"Ooh!" Duela smiles, laughing, "I do love a woman in latex! Well, as you can see!" Duela twirls around, running her hands down her orange leotard that tightly hugs her sides. A bit too small for her bulging crotch, Batgirl watches in shock as a rather thick penis falls from the clothing.
"Oh, not again! This is the fourth time! Ivy, is there any way you could just change me back to a normal girl?!" Duel complains, crossing her arms.
"Darling," Ivy moans, "Don't you think I would have done something if I could?" Ivy says, spreading her legs apart slightly, revealing that this whole time, she had been tucking her own cock out of view.
"Or!" Harley giggles, "Or we can just make the erections go away!"
"Duela, Harley..." Ivy moans, "We do have a guest..."
"So let's use the guest!" Harley laughs, skipping over to Batgirl, stripping off her suit and leaving her naked in Ivy's grasp.
Batgirl looks down at herself. Her pussy is no longer only swollen, but gaping as well. Batgirl's clitoris is thick and sensitive, begging to be touched.
Batgirl's heart slams against her breasts as she looks down at her nipples, hardening and reddening around the areola from too much stimulation.
The longer Batgirl breathes the air, the more aroused she becomes. Soon, the floor beneath her is wet with heat from her pussy and also her dripping juices.
"What have you done to me!? You're all c-crazy! Let me go or... mgh... or fight me!" Batgirl shouts, her breasts moving with each thrash amidst the vines.
"Now now... fighting is prohibited now. It's all about love, my Dear. Love." Ivy moans, slithering a vine between Batgirl's legs, rubbing gently and slowly at her clit.
"Agh... a-agh... Ivy... n-no... please!" Batgirl moans, trying to fight the amazing sensation.
"Ooh, looks like fun, Ivy! And look how wet she is!" Duela smiles, taking her leotard and purple tophat off, shaking her green colored bob over her ears and smiling ear to ear, "I can feel myself getting harder!"
"H-hard?" Batgirl says, her heart beating faster. Soon, her speech fades from her. Her mind becomes fuzzy and she only wants one thing.
"F-fuck me?" Batgirl says, moaning.
"With pleasure!" Harley says, giggling as she skips over to the front of Batgirl, sitting on her knees like a playful child.
Ivy lays Batgirl to her back with her vines and Harley immediately begins licking at Batgirl's pussy.
"Hey, no fair!" Duela complains, "What part of 'er am I supposed to fuck?!"
"Oh, ladies... calm down. Here," Ivy moans. "Harley, dear... why don't you get more comfortable while I make a few... adjustments?"
Harley slips out of her nurse costume, revealing her own extremely swollen pussy, "Fine, but try not to get it dirty! Mister J found it for me special!"
Ivy lifts Barbara, naked and sex-hungry, off of her back, bringing her forward a bit. Ivy grabs ahold of her cock in her hands, slowly bringing it to Barbara's mouth.
Harley, naked, lays on her back beneath Barbara, opening her mouth wide, sucking gently on Barbara's swollen, leaking pussy.
Ivy moans gently as Barbara bobs her head, taking Ivy's cock deeply into her throat while she grinds on Harley's tongue.
"Finally! Look out little Bat!" Duela giggles, pushing her cock deeply into Barbara's ass, reaching in front of her and fondling her massively swollen tits.
Occupied from all ends, Barbara's eyes roll into the back of her head. Her heart beats quickly as nothing but pleasure courses her veins.
Ivy thrusts a bit into Barbara's throat as she slithers a vine down between Barbara and Harley, slipping her vine up into Harley's thick, juicy pussy, thrusting hard.
She does the same with Duela, crawling up her thigh and slithering her way into Duela's ass.
Barbara doesn't last long at all. Spraying her cum all over Harley's mouth, Barbara screams over Ivy's cock, thrusting and riding on Harley's lips even harder.
Harley moans ravenously as Ivy fucks with her fines harder and faster, thrusting harder into Barbara's mouth.
Duela can't help herself, she thrusts harder, faster, grabbing fiercly onto Barbara's tits and releasing a heavy, hot load into Barbara's ass, pulling out and splashing her cum onto Barbara's back and in her hair.
Barbara cums again, squirting her juices onto Harley's chest as Harley cums hard over Ivy's vines.
Ivy pulls her vine out of Harley's pussy and brings it to her lips, licking her vine slowly and tipping her head back.
Moaning, Barbara deep throats Ivy's cock, wanting more, looking up at her needingly, as if to beg.
"I'm going to cum... mmgh, so soon!" Ivy moans, watching Duela stroke her cock, cumming all over Barbara's back a second time, covering her in a thick, sticky layer which drips down her sides.
Harley moans again, spraying more cum onto Barbara's belly and onto Duela's lap.
"Wow! You guys sure were horny!" Duela laughs.
"Oh, we are... we...oh! Oh! Yes..." Ivy moans sensually as she releases her hot, sticky seed deeply into Barbara's throat, forcing her to swallow.
Barbara pulls away to catch her breath, only to wear a mask of Ivy's semen, allowing it to slowly drip down her neck and breasts.
"You know what would be funny?" Harley giggles, "If we all cum in the Batgirl suit and she wears it!"
"That... oh my god!" Duela laughs, "Yeah!"
"Oh girls... you are too clever!" Ivy moans, her cock twitching as Barbara's insatiable list compels her to lick at the strong, erect cock.
As Harley and Duela please themselves, Ivy received yet another blowjob from the kinky little bat. The two girls giggle as they spray their cum all over the suit. Duela cums inside the suit - the arm and leg holes, even in the hood, laughing the entire time amidst their moans.
"Now, now, little bat... what's say we put your clothes back on? You must be rather chilly..." Ivy moans.
Obediently, Barbara becomes Batgirl once again as Ivy's vines help her dress. The tight latex presses the girls' cum against her body, and moreso, up into her pussy.
As she moves, Batgirl can feel her clit being massaged by the pressure of the suit combined with the warmth of the cum. Her clit becomes stimulated again, making her scream with pleasure.
"Aagh! Yes! F-fuck... me! Agh, God!" Batgirl moans, cumming hard in her suit, only adding to her little collection.
"We are satisfied for now... but poor Batty," Ivy moans, "If only there was a big strong man who could satisfy her womanly needs?"
Duela and Harley simultaneously spout, "What about Batman?!"
"Ah yes... the Batman."
Batgirl's eyes widen as her body tingles. Yeah... Batman... I... I need... I need Batman.