Several days passed. Several days of Bat-Boobs and Titty Kitty exploring every inch of the Batcave and of each other. When they weren’t fucking their respective brains out, Selina coaxed Betsy into using her still vast intellect to replicate Batbabe’s transformation pellets. Their plan was simple: transform the Bat Family into a legion of super lesbians to rival Mighty Maid’s. Not necessarily to save the world or anything quite as altruistic as that, though. Selina just wanted to make sure she was the one in charge and Betsy couldn’t agree more.
At the moment, Bat Boobs was dancing for her lover, twirling around the Batcave’s brand new stripper pole. Her top was gone, leaving her big, fake boobies free and jiggling as she moved to the music. She turned and thrust her leather clad ass at Titty Kitty, giving it a slap. Titty Kitty laughed and reached up, grabbing Betsy’s hips and pulling her over and into her lap. Betsy moaned as she felt Selina’s tits press into her back, the larger woman’s arms embracing her from behind and squeezing her breasts. “Mmm, yeah, Titty Kitty! Squeeze my big bat boobies.”
“You hot little slut,” Selina purred. “I get so horny when you shake that gottverdammt ass.”
Their play was interrupted by an alarm and flashing red light. Bat Boobs leapt from her mistress’ lap and ran to the computer. She hit a few keys and then turned, a big smile on her face. “Our guests are here!”
Batwoman Kate Kane and former police detective Renee Montoya, who now sometimes went as the Question, entered the Wayne Manor drawing room.
“This is where Batman signaled to meet?” Batwoman asked.
Renee nodded. “Why Wayne Manor, though? That’s the question.”
Kate rolled her eyes. She was about to admonish her ex-lover when a hiss from above drew their attention to the vents.
“Gas!” Renee tried to run for the door, but found moving hard. She felt strange.
Batwoman tried covering her face with her cape, but it didn’t help.
The gas worked fast and as planned. Both women were overcome with a combination of mental and physical changes, designed to remake them as part of Titty Kitty’s loyal lesbian legion.
Titty Kitty and Bat Boobs entered just in time to admire the effects. Bat Boobs squealed in delight as she saw the former Batwoman. As planned, her measurements were now identical to Bat Boob’s. They were the same height, the same weight, and had the same big, fake boobies. Even their clothes were similar, with the former Batwoman wearing knee high black leather boots with platforms and chunky heels, fishnet stockings and tight leather booty shorts. Her leather halter top featured a large bat symbol cut out that displayed her delicious cleavage and connected to a black leather choker around her neck. She even had the same flying bats tattoo on her arm. But where Bat Boobs was a slutty little Asian minx, this new girl had chalk white skin and vivid red hair that fell to her hips in a pair of pigtails.
The new girl was looking down at herself, marveling at her new body, her hands already squeezing her enormous rack. She looked up as Bat Boobs approached. “I’m, like, so effing hawt!”
Bat Boobs giggled. “I know! Were almost twinzies!”
The new girl giggled as Bat Boobs came close. “We look so yummy.” The two girls kissed and kissed again. “Like who are you? And, like, who am I?
Bat Boobs brought the new girl’s hands to her chest. “I’m Bat Boobs!” she said proudly. “But you can call me Betsy or slut.” They both giggled. “I used to be Batman, but I’m sooo much happier this way.”
“I bet!” The new girl had one had inside Bat Boob’s top and was teasing a nipple.
“And now you’re Bat Ditz, but your regular name is Kandy.”
Bat Ditz giggled. “Kandy Kane! I get it! That’s so effing hawt!
“You know what else is hawt?”
“What?”
“Her.” Bat Boobs pointed at the former Renee Montoya who was flexing and posing to Titty Kitty’s delight on the other side of the room. Renee was a now a seven-foot-tall, toned, Latin amazon, each inch of her tanned body lined with sleek, feminine muscle. She wore white, knee high laced boots, little blue shorts with white sequence and a matching top that showed offer her own not unsubstantial breasts. A little blue mask covered her eyes, but left her tightly braided black hair free. She looked like a Mexican wrestler and Bat Ditz loved it.
By now, the pale, busty tart had caught the former Renee’s eye. She smiled and came over, checking out the smaller woman as she walked. “Hola, chica. Me llamo Roxy, but that sexy beetch over there, she call me Luchawhore.”
Bat Ditz squeezed her tits together with her upper arms. “I’m Kandy and I want you to eff my effing tits off!”
Roxy laughed and picked Kandy up. Kandy wrapped her legs around Luchawhore’s waist and the two began passionately making out. As they kissed, Kandy reached behind her back, unclasping her top and choker, freeing her perky white tits before pressing them in Roxy’s very appreciative face.
Betsy and Selina watched as the new couple stripped and quickly followed their lead. Soon, Bat Boobs and Bat Ditz where on their backs, lustily making out with each other as their muscular girlfriends strap on fucked them for all they were worth.
“Oh, eff!” Bat Ditz yelled.
“Ju fucking love thees, don’t ju, sloot?”
“Ja she does,” Titty Kitty grunted. “They both do.”