"Well thank you, my dear. Such a lovely homecoming." said Granny Gotham as Alfred poured her anouther glass of champagne. She sipped as Alfred smiled and gazed worshipfully at her. Granny Gotham was relaxing in the big chair before the fireplace, her Gothambox installed in the caves below and pinging out pulses of reality manipulating energy. The range wasn't great, but it easily covered the house and grounds. Thanks to her Gothambox, Alfred now believed that she was Martha Wayne - wife of Thomas Wayne and mother of Bruce- and that this house was rightfully hers. That...and that they'd always been secret lovers. Now she was back to take control of Wayne Enterprises from her son Bruce, and Alfred couldn't be happier.
"I wept when I thought you'd died, Madame." said Alfred, a single tear coursing down his cheek. Granny smiled and kissed his tears away, grabing him and sweeping him into her lap. She left his huge erection ("Didn't know you were hiding something as impressive as that, you old hound.") and kissed him on the lips. He trembled, then kissed back hard, tasting champagne, caviar and truffles. Her tastes were always as rare and exclusive as her partners. He now remembered with glowing contempt that Thomas hadn't given his wife the sort of attention she'd deserved, and that she and he'd been sleeping together behind that idiot Thomas for years. He'd frittered away his time on his charities, leaving Alfred the heavy burden of pleasing his wife...which he'd always been excellent at. Why, he'd been more of a husband to her than Thomas ever had.
Bolder, Alfred kissed back hard, cupping her huge, sagging breasts with one hand, while the other snuck down and stroked her crotch with passion. Yes...he'd been her lover for years...who was Bruce? Her son...who'd been gunned down with his father. Yes, Martha Wayne had survived the encounter, and she and he'd gone on to...
Granny Gotham (now Martha Wayne-Pennyworth) and her husband made love a dozen times before anyone else came to Wayne-Pennyworth Manor. It was their adopted sons, Dick, Jason and Tim...and as they came under the effects of the Gothambox, they're histories and memories changed. They'd come under truce to find what happened to Batman...but now, couldn't remember who Batman was. Bruce Wayne? Who was Bruce? Martha Wayne had taken them in, and Martha only had room for one 'Man' in her life. Martha had taken them in...but had remade them into the daughters she'd really wanted. Bodies slimmed, muscles shrank and skin became smooth and hairless, as their hair grew long. Yes, they'd been boys...but 'Granny' had shown them that they shouldn't have been boys. Only as girls...and later women...could they be worthy of Granny Gothams love. Though each retained their masculine cocks as a symbol of all they had once been, each now thought of 'herself' as female.
"Granny? Grandmother? Are you home?" sang out the haughty Regina Wayne-Pennyworth, her voice dripping with posh Mid-Atlantic tones. She and her beloved 'sisters Jasmine and Tabitha had been trained since entering this house to think of themselves as posh, snobby princesses, and that training had driven itself into their soulds. Regina had moved on the most, taking to heart her roll as a debutante and paragon of upperclass femininity, 'she' was regularly seen in jet-setting high society. Jasmine was the rebel and badgirl, hopping from one well-heeled boyfriend to another, and exposing her huge erection in dozens of sex tapes. Tabitha was torn between dedicated and simpering love for Granny, and worshipful devotion to her sophisticated 'sisters'. She was a naughty little child, wanting to please all sides.
And yet...the Gothamboxes were far from done with them.