Stephanie Brown gasped and shuddered in her chair. Sweat glistened from every pore - in the harsh spotlights of the conversion room, her skin looked almost opalescent even as her mind became increasingly debased. Her breath now came in wanton pants and sensual moans, and under Mr. Fink’s watchful gaze, clear fluid began to drip from from her lower lips.
Of course, this wasn’t at all unexpected for the CEO and founder of Bimbotech - the conversion chairs had special drains for this very reason. But it never ceased to thrill him how, over the course of a session, as the unconscious thrashings of a woman desiring escape and resistance slowly turned into the sensual writhing of a eager little bimbo in heat. Even Stephanie’s already bimbofied body had put up a fight - but only for a relatively brief time, and what little resistance there had been quickly overridden after the technicians had confirmed that they now possessed the identity of Oracle.
There had been little need to keep the chair from its full potency after that news had been revealed, after all.
Even now, Stephanie’s hips began to writhe, frantically dry humping the air even as the straps around her ankles kept her feet firmly on the floor, her heels clicking upon the tile.
“Oracle…” the bimbo-to-be mumbled under her breath, plump lips almost caressing the word. “Barbara… Barb… Barbie…. Barbara Gordon… Barbie G-spot...”
This wasn’t the first repetition of the Oracle’s name - but the modified programming continued to emphasize the need to tell her Men everything they wanted to hear as it warped and twisted her very thoughts to better service them.
Her exhalations began to quicken, now, and Fink, eager to see his newest creation complete, gave a quick command to his technician. From a recessed port, a small pink vibrator cheerfully labeled “FUNTIMES” rose to press against the blonde’s clit and began to buzz.
“More…” she moaned, bucking her hips against her newfound source of pleasure. “More…”
Her voice began to catch and quiver as the buzzing continued, copious amounts of transparent goo pouring down the chair’s drain.
“Fuck… clitty… bimbo… horny... “ she panted, eyelids quivering beneath the chair’s helmet. “Hot… hottie… hot… hawt….”
She was almost ready now, the process nearly complete. Her hands twitched towards her center, aching to caress her soccer-ball tits or needy pussy, the straps creaking as they resisted her best efforts. Not that she could put up much of one - her combat skills were gone forever, her martial arts replaced by luscious and lascivious techniques, the better for to make her Men cum. Her tongue twitched and twisted inside her perfectly proportioned mouth in emulation of a throat-sizzling blowjob; her mounds jiggled as she unconsciously put an eye-catching twist into each shudder and shake, hardened nipples begging to be sucked and pulled and pinched. Her tight little rosebud, yet unclaimed, flexed in eager anticipation of what was to come.
And her needy, eager, bald pussy, her bimbo cunt finally began to convulse as she came, her legs splayed for all to see, her arousal overflowing the drain to drip onto the floor below. This was no mere orgasm - this was far far more powerful than any she had experienced before. Those pitifully few frantic cums she had managed to wrestle from her own sultry body paled in comparison to that of a fully converted bimbo - mind and body finally in accord under her new nature.
The helmet retracted, its job complete.
The young woman who had once been Batgirl - who had danced among rooftops with her best friend and ally, who had geeked about costume designs and team-ups, who had fought super-villains and common criminals alike was no more.
And in her place...
“I’M STEFFIE BLOWBANG!” The newly born bimbo proudly proclaimed. “Like, thank you so much for making me a horny little bimbo girl, sir! It feels Zoh-Emm-Gee Good!”
She beamed at Fink, perfect white teeth gleaming, and let her tongue wander around her lips.
“And you made Cassie one too! I just, like, can’t wait to see her and her yummy little cunt too!”
Fink looked at Steffie Blowbang, and once again felt his appreciation.
“Oh!” Steffie exclaimed. “But firsties… let me help you with that! Please?”