Batgirl moved to get her utility belt in order to cut the damn costume off but found her movements held in place by the strange fabric. She couldn't move!
"Ah, ah, ah, you didn't say the magic word." chuckled Catwoman, her sultry voice full of delight.
"Laugh all you want but once I get out of- AH!"
Batgirl squeaked in shock as tiny prickling sensations ran up and down her body, intensifying at her breasts, lips and pussy. A slight hiss of gas issued out of the cowl, making her cough and gasp for air. A few of the red strands of hair in her head she could
see poking out of the kitten-eared cowl started to change to a trashy platinum blonde.
"What are you doing to . . . to . . . my voice!"
Batgirl's formerly stern voice now sounded like she was huffing helium. She now had a squeaky bimbo voice somehow and that wasn't the worst of it.
"Ooh . . . no . . . stop . . ." she panted softly, feeling strangely pleasurable sensations rocking her body as it changed beneath the strange fabric.
"Oh, hush now, Big Titty Kitty. You're just my stupid little henchslut and if you keep complaining, I'll give you such a spanking."
Batgirl woozily tried to fight the sensations. What had Catwoman called her? Why would she call her Big Titty Kitty, she wasn't that-
"OH MY GOD!" she screeched in her new squeaky voice as she stared downwards at her chest. Her tits were expanding at a phenomenal rate! She'd never been exactly flat chested but they were now jutting out further and further, like a set of overripe honeydew
melons with thick, obviously hard nipples. She could feel them expanding, nipples rubbing against the velvety fabric, getting her so incredibly wet. Why did it have to feel so fucking good?
"Stop, stop! I look ridiculous!" Batgirl squeaked both furious and increasingly horny.
"That's because you ARE ridiculous, my Big Titty Kitty." cooed Catwoman over the line. "You're my dumbest little henchwench with the biggest boobies. You're just a stupid bimbo but we keep you around for fun and games and to distract all the boys."
"Nuh-no! I'm not, um, that- you- not a bimbo!" she squeaked. Why was it getting so hard to think all of a sudden? "What are you- um, why am I so, oooh . . ."
Batgirl was suddenly acutely aware of her throbbing pussy, how good her clit felt against all that tight velvet as a pink leopard print thong slid between her firm ass cheeks, how her new, huge tits were so hot and heavy. Why was she so fucking horny and stuff?
Her hands suddenly raised themselves without her willing them to do so and her gloved hands began to maul her giant new titties.
"Ooh! AH! Mmmm, fuck! No, you- stop! I- AHH! Ngggn!" Batgirl whimpered trying to fight the wooziness in her mind and the hot, increasing pleasure the kneading of her huge tits caused deep between her legs. She was gonna cum but she couldn't cum because she
was being controlled by Catwoman . . . controlled by Catwoman . . . making her a dumb bimbo slut . . . but with such good-feeling titties . . .
Catwoman grinned and flipped the last switch on the remote on her hand.
Batgirl's mind was shattered by a massive orgasm that left her whimpering and screaming, covered in sweat beneath the flimsy pink leopard print costume she wore. The tiny thong panties were clearly soaked now and when she tried to think, all she could see was
stars and all she could think of was . . .
"Catwoman?" she asked in her silly squeaky voice, struggling to form words. Thinking was hard! "Wha' - what just happen to me?"
"Silly Big Titty Kitty. You played with your big boobies without my permission again and now you have to be punished. Get over to the hideout right now, you stupid slut."
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