Alfred smiled, but inside he withdrew. He was fond of Barbara Gordon, but...he didn't like being reminded of Robin or Madames former existence, as it made him think of his own previous existence as an emotionally crippled wretch. He shivered at the image of himself...without the Madame to tell him how to feel or what to think. His current life was a blessing...and as he let Barbara in, he reached out and flipped a concealed switch on the wall. The Madame had connections with STAR Labs, and one of her contacts had built a device for her that tapped into a subjects brain...burrowing in and finding something that they feared and hated, yet without stripping them of what made them useful. Madame had installed the system, programmed into it the DNA of people it should ignore, then told Alfred he should try it out on someone sometime...his prerogative.

 

Barbara felt a strange sort of...buzzing throb in the back of her head. Sensing a headache coming on, she asked Alfred for some aspirin and a glass of water.

 

"Hey, Alfred...can you get me a beer?"

 

She paused, and processed her request. It made total sense. She was a little on edge, and what took the edge off faster than a beer or three. But...she didn't drink...did she? Yet she could clearly remember that she'd been drinking since she was 12, and drinking regularly from 14 on. It was impossible... but again she could remember that daddy was always working so hard...and he just couldn't keep track of his daughter...so they'd made a deal when she was 16. He'd provide her with a couple of cases of beer every week, but she had to get perfect grades in school.

 

So...she got perfect grades.

 

She'd rush home, avoiding any extra curricular activities as all, and hurling herself into her schoolwork while chugging beer after beer. Soon, she found she was utterly unable to focus on schoolwork - anything at all that involved hard thinking - without a beer in her hand. College had come and gone in a fuzzy haze, as her drinking had run wild by then. A case a day was disappearing down her gullet, but she learned and learned everything she needed to know about computers and hacking. Her brain was always so cloudy these days, it seemed...and was that alright?

 

"Would you like another beer, Barb?"

 

"Wha'...?" She mumbled, feeling slow and uncoordinated. She looked down...and saw her hand. Pale as milk from her 'quasi-Morlockian' lifestyle, and lacking any athletic training at all, her hand was thick, ponderous and soft...much like herself. She moaned in confusion as her eyes followed that hand...to her heavy, bingo-winged arm...to a body that was so soft, milky, swollen and huge...just like always? Her clothes were the right size - grey skirt and blazer, yellow blouse and flats, all sized for a woman of circus fat lady proportions - but how could she have ever allowed herself to grow so...

 

"Barb? The beer? Would you like another?"

 

Barb. That was her name. He 'real' name. Not some high-toned girly-girl 'Barbara' who didn't even like beer, but a big, earthy woman named 'Barb'. A jolly, happy woman who never worried or fussed or fretted about things, because she knew that things would always work themselves out. She glanced down again, and saw that her professional clothes had become something much more 'her'. A huge, ragged tee-shirt with the Budweiser logo on the front, faded drawstring pants and a pair of flip-flops on her feet. Something low maintenance, easy to shrug off and utterly unfashionable.

 

"Uh...yeah, Alf...gimmie another beer. By the way, can I sit down? I'm feelin'...kinda tired jus' standin' here like this."

 

Alfred smiled at the obese, drunken young lady who wobbled after him. He knew that this was some image she'd always feared, yet the device not only made it seem normal...it seemed wonderful. She was so fat and slovenly - her still basically pretty face so round, thick-jowled, piggish and ruddy - but she no longer had any personal hangups. She liked herself, liked her life, and only got along with people who accepted her for herself. He handed the grossly obese woman another beer, and she expertly opened it with one hand, chugged it down, and accepted another without even a pause. Alfred felt compelled to lead her into one of the mansions inner rooms that adjoined the kitchen, and both of them saw it at the same time.

 

The took was tiny, cramped and dominated by a massive bed. On the walls were giant flat screens and computer displays. On extending arms next to bed on both sides, were mounted wireless keyboards and a mouse pad. Barb saw that three mini-fridges sat in arms reach. A plastic trashcan overflowing with crushed beer cans sat in the corner. It was a room that never saw any natural light, and all internal lighting would be provided by the monitors and displays.

 

Her clothes - spare though they were - vanished, revealing Barb in all her glorious nakedness. Without a pause, she waddled forward, lumbered into the center of the bed, and positioned herself just right. The bed instantly developed a 'Barb-shaped' depression in the center, as if she'd never left the bed at all. Her body suddenly mushroomed outward as she grew even fatter. True immobility engulfed her, and she opened another beer, chugged it, then belched like a frat boy.

 

She loved here. Had lived here since Madame Fledermaus had first hired her to monitor social media, news and her own computer defences. 'Barb' was a model employee, and she worked tirelessly at whatever the Madame asked. As a reward, Madame had hidden her from her father who cruelly refused to respect his daughters wishes, and fed her the nonstop buffet of beer and junk food that she lusted for.

 

"When th' Madame gets back wir' Robin, ask her if she can see me. I've got some ideas I wanna talk wit' her about. An' if Robin's in th' mood...I wanna see him later too."

 

Barbara had always loved Dick Grayson. That had now transferred to a love of Regina Robin that was eagerly reciprocated, and many an evening Robin would spend with this massive, globe of jiggly fat that was so warm and bouncy and cuddly as a studded bear. Madame and Alfred both thought they made a cute couple.

 

***

 

"I bet you're wondering why I didn't treat you so...roughly, Jervis?"

 

At first the Mad Hatter had thought something was wrong with the...was it Domme Duo? But after a few moments his memories had straightened themselves out, and he remembered the strange, sexy heroes of Gotham. His 'partners' had charged right in...and in a dazzling series of leaps, kicks, throws and such, Killer Croc had been wrapped in leather straps that sapped his will to fight. Clayface had been hit with a chemical that had slowed him, then rendered him solid. Both Madame Fledermaus and Regina Robin had avoided attacking him, instead saying "Just sit back and watch the show, Jervis." and "Don' yo' worry 'bout nothin', Jerv. Easy back an' let us do our thang."

 

Madame brought out a whip of some kind, and began striking Killer Croc. His cries of pain soon became moans of pure extacy, as his body shrank and feminized drastically. His layers of thick scales became smooth and softly patterned like a boa constrictor, but in shades of cream, tan and yellow, while his muscles became the smooth, supple build of a professional aerobics instructor who taught belly dancing in her spare time. Finally hhe unbound the once murderous criminal, and he giggled and undulated in a gracefully sensuous dance. Even without hair - his head smooth and bald as an egg...or a snake - he was vision of erotic loveliness. Most striking of all, though...was the thick penis that moved and wriggled with a mind and rythem all its own between his legs.

 

"Oh, Madame...Regina..." he hissed in a voice as soft as a whisper "...please forgive the foolish actions of this silly boi. From this day forward, ever shall I be thy most loyal and loving Sexy Snake. Please, Madame...say that this unworthy one may serve you...say that this silly boi is thy property forever?"

 

"Yes, Madame!" Gushed the former Clay face, who had undergone a similar change. His massive, mud-like body had taken on boldly female lines, with massive breasts forming on his huge torso. His body had grown smooth and his mud oddly silky, and his once rudimentary face had become a caricature of Mae West at her most slutty. "I know I've been a bitch today, but if you allow Mud Bath to serve you, I'll lavish the most extreme pampering upon you. Trust in Mud Bath...the Spa That Walks Like a Woman."

 

Now here they were. Mud Bath and Sexy Snake both chatted with each other like old friends, gushing and giggling at the idea that Madame and Robin would own them forever. They seemed very happy, and though they were obviously very different...they also seemed sane, stable and much smarter than they'd been before. They'd driven off without any of the expected police interference, and the people who'd been in danger had all cheered, obviously not caring either about the Domme Duos strange appearance OR highly illegal tactics.

 

"Now that you mention it, um...Madame Fledermaus, I was curious. I'm hoping not to...become like them, of course."

 

Robin laughed, tweaked her huge dick, and said "They be's as happy as fuck, Jervis. They knows they gonna serve de Domme Due fo'eva an' eva', an' they totally into it. But you? You special."

 

"You're a gentleman, Jervis. You rob, yes...you are naughty and in need of a spanking on occasion...but you do not casually kill, and that's most important. You, the Penguin, the Riddler and a few others are a joy to watch, and I've no wish to harm you. In fact...I wish to employ you...as my personal haberdasher. Interested? You will make hats for me...and for a few people I know...and I shall allow you to live in my Batcave, where you will have access to the finest workshop...as well as all the pampering and sex your little heart desires. Interested?"

 

***

 

Kryptonite Queen was going nuts! First Jimmy Olsen, but later Lana Lang...Perry White...and even Cat Grant! Everyone came in, forcing Lulabelle to capture them and keep waiting for he beloved Superman. To say she was getting angry was an understatement. Her villainous personality kept bubbling to the surface, causing her to snarl and threaten her 'guests'...her 'Lois' personality growing desperate to get things back on track...