Batgirl leapt and swung over the rooftops of Gotham city... until she landed on the warehouse roof where she scheduled to meet with her fellow Birds of Prey teammates, Black Canary and The Huntress. Landing on the rooftop with grace Barbara noticed the two other heroines were already there the raven haired beauty in the dark purple outfit leaned against the firewall, while a few feet away the blonde in the black leather and fishnets stood with her arms crossed.
"It's about time, what kept you?" Helena said with a smirk.
"Traffic." Batgirl responded snarkily... "So have you guys found any clues as to why even the low level low lifes seem to have gotten more brash recently?"
"No... every henchman I pummeled all muttered the same thing about their boss just getting more motivated." Huntress said.
"Maybe they are starting their New Year's Resolutions?" Dinah said to add some levity to the situation... having no idea how nearly correct she was...
Barbara was about to say something perhaps even to tell Dinah that this was serious but before she could the three all heard a loud shrieking whistle blow... and suddenly snapped to attention.
"Hey Girls! It's time you got with the program! It's 2019! Stop thinking with 2018 ideals!" the trainer said somersaulting onto the roof. "Don't worry I can whip you all up into shape! Get in line and we can start this Year off right!"
Another toot of the whistle and the girls find themselves robotically get in a line with their hands at their side.
"Alright girls... you call those little things titties? I don't think so... get to massaging them flatties of yours until they grow into fatties!" the trainer said with another blow of her whistle and the girls immediately start massaging their tits sensually and they begin to balloon up inside.
"Don't forget to focus on those slutty nips of yours... twist them and pull get them nice and sensitive for your new masters!" The trainer says with a chirpy tone.
Master the heroines try to wonder but are distracted as their hands begin to do as the Trainer insisted... making them moan in need.
Good Job Girls!" The trainer claps "Now then... what's next... hmm..." she taps her lips "Ah yes, well blondie you are far too smart for your master's liking. So open up..." She says as she skips over to Black Canary who opens her mouth, and deposits a piece of gum in her mouth.
"Now then chew that for a bit and start blowing yourself a nice big bubbly blonde!" the trainer smiles and watches as Canary does just that slowly a hot pink bubble begins to grow from her lips.
"Atta girl, just fill that bubble up... fill it up with those unnecessary thoughts... just let your mind go blank" The trainer says into the blonde heroines ear.
"keep putting those nasty thoughts all in that pink bubble.... until." POP! the bubble bursts and Dinah stands their with a dull glaze in her eye and bright smile.
"oopsy daisy... you let them fly away...not that it matters you don't need to think about anything but being pretty and pleasing your master."
Dinah giggled as she pulled the gum back in her mouth and mindlessly chewed on it.
"Now then Batgirl... no no no... you are ALL WRONG! You're not some Durable Daredoll... rushing out to right wrongs and face off against danger.... you're a dainty ditzy damsel... weak, soft, and scared of her own shadow... it's a new Year Girl... it's time to stop hiding behind these masks and let the REAL You come out... it's perfectly safe you're hunky master will protect and provide for you... and all you have to do in return is be his lovely little trophy. So keep on stretching and feel all that hard muscle tone melt away... "
Barbara tried to say something but couldn't her mouth kept the same plastic smile as before... and then she felt herself go into the stretching routine she had used for her dance classes as she did so... she did feel her abs, arms and legs hardened after years of countless training and crime fighting... soften... but that's not all fears and doubts began running through her head.
Suddenly realizing just how dark it was on this rooftop, she didn't know if someone was hiding in those shadows, and how high she was or if some kind of rodents or icky bugs were hiding out... oh why did she decide to come here.
The trainer smirked as she watched the fear begin to build in the heroines eyes and moved on to her last target.
"Look at them... a ditz without a thought in her head and frightened princess... isn't that just so typical of women?" The trainer whispered in Helena's ear as the Huntress watches them.
"Women are like totally worthless aren't they? Always using their tits and asses to tempt guys... and then getting angry when the men take them up on their offerings." The Trainer puts a hand on her shoulder and pushes slightly as Helena begins doing squats
"They're all worthless cunts... every last one of them... yourself included. But at least your Master agrees with your stance and lets you put them in their place... you love the way they all squeal as you break them down for the glory of your wonderful master. They complain and cry and beg for mercy but they always end up kissing your perfectly toned ass and worshipping him."
Helena's eyes narrowed as she watched her two team mates, stretching and/or rubbing their privates... if she could talk she'd be cursing them out and letting them know how she really felt about them... but this other perky skank was clearly doing something to her... she'd bet that ponytail would work as a great handle to force the skank to tongue Helena's asshole. Helena moaned at the thought all while still doing the squats without the trainer's aid.
"oh you girls have done excellent... now when I blow my whistle our session is over... and you girls need to hurry on back to your masters, they'll be wondering where their sluts went."
The trainer puts the whistle to her lips and blows it again the 3 girls suddenly erupt into a flash of lights as the women's outfits morph to fit their new lots in life. Barbara's batsuit changes into a slutty princess dress, Black Canary's leotard turns bright pink and her boots gained about 3 inches in heels, Helena's purple uniform turns into a shiny vinyl number with zippers over her nipples and crotch, her boots become thigh highs with massive platforms with sharp stiletto heels, her crossbow is replaced with a thick bullwhip and the tools on her belt is replaced with an assortment of toys.