Ivy and Harley were soon hand-cuffed and kept sedated with enough tranquilizer to knock out a herd of elephants. By the time the cops arrived, Batman and Wonder Woman were gone.
He had started to head towards one of his safe-houses and the spare Batmobile waiting there, when he found himself being carried through the air by Diana.
"You're in no condition to drive."
"Speaking of conditions, how long have you had yours?"
"It was sudden and I can only be grateful to Hestia that I was not on my couch when I expanded. I'd hate to buy a new one."
"Thank you."
"Who are you and what have you done with Batman?"
"I'm serious Diana. Ivy's breasts were sapping my will and nothing I could do was able to save me. If she was like that, I can only surmise that yours, Harley's, and any other woman affected would have the same abilities."
"I would not say no to you wanting a more thorough examination of my breasts, Bruce. For purely tactical reasons, of course." She brought him closer as they landed on the doorstep of Wayne Manor, Diana controlling her speed to appear as a blur to any people or cameras but not fat enough to injure Batman.
"You haven't talked like that in years. Ever since we agreed to-"
Another burst of superspeed on her part finds Bruce in his bedroom, the doors shut, barred with a few of his training weights, and Diana kissing him for all she was worth.
"We agreed but I still wondered. No longer. Now I will claim what I've dreamed about."
She had him pinned under her bulk. Not enough to hurt but enough to keep him where she wanted him. Half a blink on his part has the both of them nude, her hands responsible. The lasso is wrapped around his right shoulder, the sense of calm filling him.
"Do you still want me?"
"Yes."
"For more than a night?"
"For as long as you'll have me."
The lasso's removed, wrapped around her shoulders now, Bruce avoiding making eye contact with her breasts.
"I love you Bruce and I shall have you for the rest of your days." She removed the lasso then, tossing it on the pile that was their costumes, gently moving his face upwards until he was eye level with her breasts. "Stop resisting me, dear Bruce, and let go of your damned control for one night!"
A jiggle of her breasts had him captured, his whole being filling with her command, summoning reserves of strength he only called upon when absolutely necessary, such as being buried alive under loose soil and he needed to claw his way out. He lifted her off him only to swing around until he was topping her, mouth going towards one of her breasts and biting hard.
Diana's lust expanded, the Amazon feeling skinny for the first time since she'd grown just under an hour ago. She remembered the feelings of power and concern over her large frame. Then the lust hit her and she recalled Bruce's face, his scarred body, the lives J'onn's machine had shown her. She wanted to make one of her own with him and the figure she now had could make that happen.
She'd patched into the Watchtower, gotten his location, and been teleported as close as possible. The sight of those fat harpies trying to end her Bruce brought immense rage as her body eclipsed their own, her strength increasing. It was simplicity itself to rope the both of them off him and allow the Bat to take over his features as he secured them for the authorities.
She waited as patiently as she could and now she was rewarded as his head moved lower yet his tongue did not bring the relief she needed, not until he entered her and started filling that ache with his warm seed.
Diana only hoped that his stamina was a match for her lust.
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