"Ah, fuck it", he grinned, "Seems rude not to!" He calmed tipped the bottle through the inviting whole in her ring gag, then filled the gap wit one hand and pinched her helpless nose with the other - if Batgirl wanted to breathe, she simply had to swallow them as soon as possible.
Fresh new horror gripped Batgirl - surely those things couldn't do what they said they did - and there were so many of them - her mouth was chock-full of pills - and she had no way of spitting them out. The prolific amounts of drool her gag was produced soon started to soften them and, gasping for breath, the first few started to disappear down her throat.
The effect was instantaneous, and both of her already mighty orbs felt inflamed and ready to burst. She could see them growing before her eyes - and so fast; they were the size of beach balls, no, beach parasols - they were bigger than her! Within moments her once pert puppies had been replaced by 8' tall mountains of flesh that wobbled ridiculously, only pendulously connected to her fragile frame. The fallen heroine was crushed beneath their sheer weight, breath becoming even more of an issue despite Spud incredulously releasing her. She felt pressure on both sides of them; simple maths meant that 2 adjacent 6' spheres and a 10' foot wide alley did not make a happy combination - she had filled the street! Wedged as they were, her cleavage was a doorway tall enough for Spud to walk through, but far too narrow. This all put quite incredible pressure oh her agonised teats. The vicious clips were still holding true, and their teeth biting deeper and deeper. And Batgirl could only cry in pain and incredulity at what was happening to her.
"Woh, Batty - we should rent you out!" Spud too was astonished, for for him it was just a further opportunity for fun. "Sorry honey, but I ain't been on a trampoline for years..."
He leapt on top of her, needing a flying start from a nearby bin. Their consistency was still quite perfect, and suddenly she was transformed into a veritable bouncy castle. He bounced up and down, mashing her abused body deeper into the filthy floor. One moment they scraped forward against the walls and threatened to suffocate her, the next backward putting even more pressure on her taut tummy. Batgirl was beyond horror now, but it provoked questions deep within her that she was in absolutely no position to answer. Not now! Not here! Not like this. She couldn't move anything above her waist, but she was blowed if she'd end up embarrassing herself even further. But she needed him to get off her soon, however hard she concentrated.
Spud took his time. He was smart enough to know that he would never enjoy an experience like this as long as he lived. But he eventually got bored and slid down to land on his feet - but that send a shudder through the stricken Batgirl that left her on the very brink. And then he turned; he had boxed a bit as a kid, and just had to have a go at one of those punchbags...
He had no real intention of hurting her at this stage, but the succession of tiny impacts bouncing through her flesh was far more than she could now take. Batgirl strained with everything that she had less, but a horrendous muddy mess slid between her bruised butt cheeks and sat there. Trying to jerk her delectable behind out of the mess, she could now only succeed in releasing her bladder similarly. Fresh humiliation followed fresh humiliation.
Spud couldn't see her disgrace, but he could smell it.
"I guess that's why you need those diapers honey"
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