Barbara Gordon rushed through the train platform to board her morning ride to the University. Days like today she wondered if going to college was worth all the hassle. But as a superheroine she knew that knowledge was power. And her alter ego Batgirl needed all the help she could get to stop the crimewave flowing over the city like a hairbrush across her cutie booty.
As she pushed through the crowds of Gotham citizens she she felt a sense of frustration. Wearing her student uniform dark purple, and black (Gotham University colors) zebra print silk lined push-up bra & fur lined velvet volleyball thong always made her pussy hot and her booty sweat. The fabric always firmly wedged up her ass crack. Held in place by the built-rubber anal ring. That and the childishly tacky zebra print outfit marked her as a Gotham University coed. It left her feeling exposed.
As part of Mayor Kyle's Civic reorganization plan she knew that she was required to perform various public service requests by regular citizens if asked. Some days she was asked to help model new butt plugs at the Kat's Den. Other days she was forced to bang out metal bikini's at the goth fetish foundry. Either way most requests left her sweaty and covered in cum. (Civic assistance refusal was also a violation for all Gotham University students in the student code of conduct.) Some days it was a wonder that she ever got to school. She really wished she could wear more mature clothes, like a latex cheetah print pussy belt.
Barbara paused to look at the TV screens on the walls of the train station. President Catwoman ordered all transportation systems be fitted with equipment for quickly displaying important government bulletins. As she watched the screen there was a digital wanted poster. Security camera footage from a bank robbery this morning was playing. The security camera zoomed in on the fleeing criminal's bombastic ass bouncing up and down. Barbara immediately recognized Catwoman's Goddess ass on display. At the end of the footage Catwoman looked back at the camera grinning and slapped her own ass. Everyone in the train station felt an unbelievably strong slap across their asses and shuddered in orgasm.
Unconsciously licking her lips Barbara, remembered the day that America overwhelmingly voted to allow supervillians to run for president AND to require that they be immune from any prosecution while in office.
**Flashback**
Originally, Barbara had been an organizer against Catwoman. But Catwoman's political debate against the establishment candidates changed her mind. It was a 1-Booty Electoral System. Barbara knew that she had to vote for the biggest, most dominating, pair of fuckmeat in heels. It was just that simple.
As Batgirl, Barbara had tried to stop Catwoman's crimes countless times. But Catwoman always managed to wiggle her huge ass out of trouble.
During the election Catwoman robbed the Board of Elections. Batgirl chased Catwomen from the crime scene all the way to the Gotham Stadium where there was a political rally happening. When she realized the rally was for Catwoman she knew she had to let the event go on.
But Catwoman insisted on having Batgirl come on stage to be part of the rally. Batgirl needed to set a good example, so she agreed. Catwoman wanted to demonstrate her political values in action.
At first Batgirl thought Catwoman was holding up an elephant trunk attached to a belt. Catwoman giggled with amusement.
"Don't worry Batslut, I know politics is hard for a silly flat assed bimbo like you! For this demonstration you are the average citizen. And this-" she said holding up what was clearly a very life-like flesh colored latex strap-on, at least 4 feet long. "This is the government..."
Catwoman stood center stage in her dark purple and black bodysuit. As usual Catwoman's suit had diamond shaped cutouts to reveal her justified cleavage from top to bottom. Her 6-pack abs, and muscular back were displayed. The TV camera's liked to zoom in on her butt cleavage underscored by the 2 dimples on her lower back.
She towered over Batgirl in 10 inch black thigh high stilettos. With her hands on her hips she imperiously looked down at Batgirl like she was a high school slut to be fucked by the Queen Bee.
"You see Batslut, government moves in ways that people don't understand how it works." As she spoke the government cock seemed to writh and shiver. As Batgirl watched, it seemed to flex extending towards her.
"When it senses citizen prey, it moves closer. It sways this way and that way. Almost hypnotic." As Catwoman spoke Batgirl watched the swaying cock, now level with her astonished face. Watching the gentle sway Batgirl could feel the cock wanting to be helpful.
In that instant the cockhead lashed out faster than she could see. The cockhead hit her square on the cheekbone. Stunned she stumbled back. Before she regained her balance the cockhead hit her twice more on the other cheekbone. She couldn't believe how hard it was. The big strong cock seemed so soft, but it hit her like a fist.
"As you can see, the government lulls you into false security. Then knocks you on your ass." Catwoman explained as she stayed where she was, hands on her double wide hips. The government cock seemed to move from her with no direction.
The cock extended further to get closer to Batgirl. It came so close she felt like it was looking her in the eye. She knew now that she hadn't respected the cock. Now that she knew it was serious she could resist. But she had to look down to show her respect for the dominating cock.
Lurching forward the cock moved to her crotch. Seeming to nuzzle her front like a dog. Before she could put her hands down the cock moved to rub its shaft across her tits and neck. She felt like she understood the cock now. She tried to feel its now 4 inch diameter shaft. She touched the shaft for a moment when the cock hit her again in a dizzying string of blows.
The cock hit her across her nipples somehow ripping away her top leaving her naked from the waist up. The cock hit her sharply on her chest and shoulders. In a blur she felt the powerful government cock use its long shaft to bitch slap her across the face, sending her reeling.
Before she could react she felt herself slugged in the gut so hard it forced all the air out of her as she collapsed to her knees. The government cock never stopped its attack by immediately thrusting straight into her mouth and down her throat.
When Batgirl tried to breath in with the cock down her mouth, she could only get a sniff of vanilla, cinnamon, and chloroform. Instead of air she felt the government cock begin to cum thick ropes deep into her lungs. The moment the first wave of hot thick cum hit her system, wave after wave of orgasms steamrolled any resistance she might have had.
Batgirl wanted desperately to enjoy every drop of cum the powerful government cock was generously giving to her. Even as she coughed and gagged from government cum in her lungs she didn't worry that she couldn't breathe.
"As you can see. The government pulls out when it wants to. And decides on doing what it wants without asking you" As Catwoman spoke the government cock flipped Batgirl onto her back in the middle of the stage. Batgirl still coughed, struggling to breathe. Huge gobs of bright purple cum from the government cock dripped out of her mouth.
The government cock hooked her bottoms and ripped them off her. The government cock arched high into the air and came straight back down to enter her exposed superheroine pussy. The moment the cockhead bottomed out, it released another wave of hot purple cum into Batgirl.
The government cock pulled out of the dazed crimefighter. Moving like a boa constrictor the government cock coiled around her. Lifting her high in the air to bring her down on her knees in the middle of stage.
The government cock still coiled around her, its cockhead came level with her face again. Batgirl felt the cockhead slapping her repeatedly across her cheeks, but more gently this time. The slaps stopped as the cockhead seemed to kiss her. Covering her nose and mouth. Quickly running out of air Batgirl was helpless before the powerful government cock controlling her life. Just before she blacked out the cockhead released her face but blasted her mouth and nose with a particularly big load of purple cum.
"And just when you think the government has what it wants from you, there's always something to fuck you up the ass!" Catwoman shouted with wicked glee.
The government cock quickly uncoiled Batgirl leaving her exhausted on her knees. As her strength gave out the superheroine was naked save for her mask and boots. She fell face down ass up.
The government cock lashed out like a whip. Hitting Batgirl's naked ass with furious blows. Her previously supple lily white butt was covered in red lash marks. The government cock reared up and blasted her back and ass with hot purple cum. As Batgirl writhed with cum soaked pleasure the government cock rammed so far up her ass, she felt a full body convulsing orgasm like never before then everything went black.
When she finally came to Batgirl realized she was still at Catwoman's political rally. Everyone there had seen her being made a fuck toy by the government.
The worst part was when the news cameras arrived. Catwoman pinned her in 69 position and used her sexy supervillianess ass to slap Barbara's face while taunting her.
Barbara couldn't understand how it was physically possible. She knew with all her heart that Catwoman's glorious mega dumper was an unstoppable weapon. But on every news video it looked like Barbara was grabbing those sexy buns and willingly shoving her face up that dominating booty slave making rump.
Catwoman giggled and laughed. Shouting that bigger butts always dominate smaller butts. Then Catwoman made Barbara tongue fuck her criminal ass until she gushed pussy juice on the stage and begged to be smothered until she dropped.
Catwoman just cackled and told her she knew what to do. Barbara had to look directly at the nearest TV cameras and shout "Big Sexy Bubble Butts Rule Tiny Butt Fuck Sluts! All bubble butts must obey Goddess Catwoman!"
For months Barbara saw Catwoman all over the news talking about her new political ideas. Big juicy bubble butts are superior to smaller butts. The bigger, sexier the ass, the more smaller asses must obey. Before long Catwoman's new political party the Bubble Butts, won big at the polls. She credited the idea from Batgirl. Barbara was furious, but what could be done. When a bubble butt as big as Catwoman's said something, she knew it must be true.
**Present**
After the wanted poster finished playing the screens furned to another announcement about the importance of the newly passed Glutes ID Initiative. Barbara had to admit she was glad to see that the Supreme Court had ruled that the relatively new science of Anatomical ID Profiling was being supported by the courts. Barbara knew it was an amazing new science that would prevent false identity based convictions. The method was based on the age old fact that the individual profile of the Gluteous Maximus was 100% unique to the individual. Barbara was glad that science was moving forward all the time. She had even helped organize the registration drive on campus to get every student ID updated to display the Gluteous Maximus profile. This was important because any liquor store clerk knew the difficulty of identifying a coed just by her face and hair. The local business community wanted the every butt that entered their stores to be carefully inspected.
Suddenly Barbara shuddered as she felt a pulsing tap directly on her asshole. She clenched her tight booty in time with pulse. On autopilot her feet stepped to her side and she felt her ass thrust out. She froze that way for a few moments, until a a hot mass of fuckable New Gotham ass collided with her ass. She landed on her hands and knees feeling that incredible rhythm wash over her. Ba-donka, ba-donka, ba-donka. All at once Barbara felt the pleasure wash over her. Her second orgasm in 5 minutes.
Looking around her as she got to her feet, she saw dozens of New Gotham Women moving through the crowds with no difficulty as the regular women in front of them deferentially moved out of the way. She could always tell a New Gotham Women was close by from the tapping vibration she felt in her clit and her butthole. The vibrations always made everyone nearby anxiously aroused. But when you were close enough you started to feel the gentle, almost musical ba-donka, ba-donka, ba-donka....
The rhthm was the sounds their asses made as they walked. New Gotham asses always seemed to be in motion. Even when New Gotham Women stopped their haughty strut their bubble butts kept moving. Ba-donka, ba-donka, ba-donka...
As they stood with one foot crossed in front of the other, they often paused to stretch touching their toes. Their hips rolling in a gentle rhythm. Ba-donka, ba-donka, ba-donka...
Barbara could feel the rhythm like a pink haze flowing through her mind. The gentle sound was like going to the best rave in the city and feeling the sounds directly through her pussy and ass. New Gotham Women weren't the majority of the population. But they were all around. Barbara knew that her 44-22-44 inch measurements were decent. But the smallest New Gotham Woman measured at least 55 inches at the waist. Catwoman said that New Gotham Women are the next step in evolution. New Gotham Women are the jiggling erotic superiors to everyone else, answerable only to a goddess. And because Catwoman is the only goddess she knows, they must obey her phat supervillianess ass. Barbara had to admit it made sense.
All college students in Gotham were required to ride in the designated train cars. Along with a dozen other coeds she boarded the train car which had no seats. Carefully placing her Gotham University issued uniform patent black leather 6 inch knee high boots into the slots on the floor, the mechanism extended to cover her legs up to her knees and locked her feet into place.
Keeping her knees straight she bent over to pick up her headset from the slot in front of her boots. The headset was a combination of earphones & goggles with special antennas on top. Coeds always joked that the antennas looked like cat ears.
With her headset securely in place she placed her hands on the safety handgrips located in front of her boots. The grips locked her hands in place. Barbara had to admit Catwoman's Bubble Butt party's commitment to safely was impressive. With her hands and feet secured to the train car, she couldn't move even if she had wanted too.
**Flashback**
Barbara remembered going to the Transportation Planning Meeting as Batgirl to protest the new modifications to the train cars. She was standing at the podium speaking to the city council when she had the sudden feeling that she was being watched.
She was already self conscious because of how she was dressed. The lycra purple and black plaid mini-skirt with her purple spaghetti string Batgirl top, purple Mary Jane shoes with 4 inch soles. At least she still had her black Batgirl cowl that covered her whole head except her mouth.
She didn't want to be dressed so un-superheroinely. But after that first rally, Catwoman had insisted that Batgirl come to all the Bubble Butt political rallies, and bachelorette parties. Batgirl didn't like it. But Catwoman had said it was only fair to ensure event equality so Batgirl had to participate.
Batgirl didn't like the way the news media made it seem like she supported Catwoman running for President. Just because she was at every single event for Catwoman, things that Catwoman said would be funny, and later at Catwoman's new Bubble Butt political party candidate events.
After all those events destroyed so many costumes, she was down to the dregs of her superheroine wardrobe. Also, she could have sworn her tongue was stained purple from something.
She shifted her weight nervously from one leg to the other. It almost felt like there were strong feminine hands holding her hips, making her sway side to side. But that was impossible, irresistible hip swings didn't affect anyone who wasn't a rap video dancer.
Batgirl knew that maintaining her image of strength was important, so she tried to continue. But she was interrupted when she was certain she imagined thick feminine lips and teeth nibbling on her ear. She imagined feeling heavy but firm milkers with 1.5 inch hard nipples pressing into her back as phantom long nails scraped across the tops of her bulging bat buttocks.
But then her fantasy seemingly took control of her body. Her left hand was guided forward by an imaginary strong feminine hand with purple long nails to make her clutch the podium. A non-existent force shoved her 32BB tits into the podium. As her tits lurched forward thrusting her ass out behind her, a phantom hand couldn't have shoved her lower back forcing her ass out more.
If Batgirl wasn't absolutely sure that her fantasy wasn't real she would have sworn that her right hand was forced into a thumbs up by another imaginary hand with long purple nails.
Batgirl knew that a giggling, amused, sensual woman's voice definitely didn't wisper "Itchy Butthole!" in her ear. The only thing that Batgirl knew with bedrock certainty was that she herself suffered from the real medical condition Itchy Butthole.
As Barbara, she was embarrassed to talk about her condition with even close friends. Itchy Butthole is of course is a condition caused by a woman with a smaller butt trying to understand things that should be left to women with bigger butts. The symptoms always flare up especially strong when a small butt woman needs to submit and let her mind be wrapped up in the bigger bubble butt's warm smothering dominance.
So when Batgirl imagined the phantom hand guiding her thumb directly to her bimbo backside, and tearing a hole through her purple costume bottoms. Her thumb forcing its way into her superheroine backdoor entrance. She knew it was just her Itchy Butthole acting up again.
Unfortunately this episode seemed particularly bad. With her left hand and feet seemingly frozen, she jerked as hard as she could but her thumb wouldn't come free from her overstressed Bat butthole. Every jerk of her thumb sent threads of painful discomfort from her ass to her head.
But the harder she jerked her thumb the more she felt the painful throbbing of her bowels laced with guilty tingles of pleasure. Guilty because her Itchy Butthole was only a problem when she wasn't letting big bubble butts dominate her.
Ba-donka, ba-donka, ba-donka...
"Are you OK?" A strong, almost musical voice asked, as she felt strong feminine fingers palming her ass. Long nails from the hands dug into the quivering mass of her superheroine ass. Everywhere the hands and nails touched her ass felt like soothing lotion being poured on abused skin.
Batgirl felt the desperate need to answer the graceful, butt groping woman. All at once as the familiar tapping on her asshole, pussy, and nipples left her in a wreck. She knew without seeing that a glorious New Gotham Woman was behind her.
Just from how strongly Batgirl could feel her need to submit to the unseen butt mastering alpha woman, she knew it must be a particularly powerful New Gotham Woman. She smelled like vanilla, cinnamon, chloroform.
Batgirl felt her lips moving without knowing what she was saying. She heard herself answer in a voice 2 octaves higher than normal.
"No miss-miss, tress. I've got my thumb stuck up my ass..." she admitted while blushing, still unable to see the woman as her body held her a prisoner at the podium. As she answered she felt a warm rippling vibration of guilty prickly pleasure obviously from obeying the woman. It was like her Itchy Butthole was making sure she knew how lucky she was it didn't get worse.
The members of the city council who Batgirl had forgotten were still there laughed. A few made comments about Civic planning being too hard to understand for women who didn't have the ass for it.
"Don't worry little batslut. I'll help." The woman brought both hands down on Batgirl's ass. Batgirl completely imagined a purple flash of light all around her and a sound like a gunshot. Batgirl crumpled to the floor, finally coming to rest on her back. But her right thumb still firmly a hostage to her Itchy Butthole.
Batgirl looked up at the woman standing over her. She had of course voted for Mayor Selina Kyle. But this was the first time Batgirl had met her in person. Mayor Kyle reached down to hold Batgirl's chin as she towered over her. Batgirl admired the stylish purple nails on Mayor Kyle's hands.
Batgirl knew that Mayor Kyle had been the most perfect, fuckable, bubble butt of all the candidates that ran for Gotham City Mayor in the recent election. That was of course why she was the most qualified.
Batgirl had hoped to meet the attractive Mayor at one of the Bubble Butt rallies she had attended. But somehow, Batgirl had always been too wiped out after going on stage with Catwoman to follow up.
Batgirl was hopeful that Mayor Kyle would agree to help her find away to oust Catwoman from political office. With Mayor Kyle and maybe some of the other recently elected public officials (All from the Bubble Butt party of course). Batgirl was really hoping that legitimate politicians like them could help finally unravel Catwoman's fiendish plots.
"Uuaaah, does poor little Batslut have an Itchy Butthole?" Mayor Kyle cooed. Batgirl could only nod embarrassedly, with her thumb still stuck up her firm but not gloriously large ass.
"Don't worry little Batslut. Let mama's big juicy bubble butt wrap you up!" Mayor Kyle shoved Barbara's unresisting head face first into her perfect phat ass. "Mama's Queen sized booty gonna make you into a good little subbie ass slut."
Barbara felt her entire head be engulfed inside the Mayor's life changing ass. Her head, batcowl, and even her long dark red hair quickly got pulled up the politican's big phat ass.
To Batgirl it felt as though a million tiny yet infinitely soft pieces of silk delicately but unstoppably pulled her head into the center of the ass while massaging all the cares and worries out of her simple small butt mind. In front of her eyes it was like a never ending spiral of pink, purple, and white. Batgirl laughed with the joy of it. She could feel the beautiful colors swirling through her, pulsing in time with the Mayor's dominating ass. Leaving the crimefighter's face, memory, and heart scrubbed clean.
Breathing deeply Batgirl smelled the most incredible scent combination. Vanilla, cinnamon, chloroform, and dominance. If her pussy hadn't already been gushing for the powerful feminine Mayor it would have now.
Winking to the Gotham City council members Mayor Kyle kept Batgirl tucked up her honorable ass until the slutty crimefighter's thumb popped out of her stubborn Itchy Butthole with a sound like a champagne bottle opening.
"Bat-kitty must be done!" The Mayor crowed. With a two handed double slap to her brainwashing backside, Batgirl was ejected from her heavenly re-education bubble butt.
Mayor Kyle helped Batgirl to her feet, and immediately grabbed her by her clit.
"Bat-kitty looks good enough to fuck with a big latex cock!" The mind altering Mayor buzzed as she overwhelmed her new pet Bat-kitty's slut pussy.
Mayor Kyle firmly controlled Batgirl's new relationship with her own free will. Manipulating Batgirl's pussy through the bright fabric of her new costume, she squeezed a pair of orgasms in quick succession.
"What made you pick your sexy outfit my pet? A neon pink, purple bustier and lady jockstrap set. It looks so hot I want to spank you til you cum buckets of Bat-pussy juice! I love your short hair. Fire engine red with frosted tips makes you look like a delicious piece fuckmeat." Said the Mayor as she ran her non-pussy wrangling hand through her new property's hair.
Batgirl already felt incredible from the Mayor helpful handling her pussy. She purred contentedly as the beautiful Mayor inspected her costume by pushing it into her sensitive pussy. For some reason her tits and ass felt like they had been a different size not so long ago.
Luckily Mayor Kyle was happy help Batgirl feel at ease. Sometimes she wondered if a neon colored jockstrap was the best superheroine costume choice. With her plump ass completely exposed it was harder to keep a low profile. But she was 100% sure it was the only costume bottoms she wouldn't damage if her Itchy Butthole had a flare up.
"Oh my little Bat-kitty I think you may have forgot something between my thick butt cakes!" Mayor Kyle said as she bent over. "Why don't you reach in and fish it out for yourself."
Batgirl leaned over and stuffed her head up the Mayor's perfect ass again. When she pulled her head out a few moments later her mask was on her face again. It was a good thing the Mayor remembered. Batgirl could have walked right out of the meeting and forgotten her mask. Not only would it jeopardize her secret identity, she loved the way her batmask had little pink and purple cat whiskers and ears on it.
**Present**
With coeds secured like this there had been no injuries on trains from meteors like she originally feared.
Once all the coeds were in place the doors closed. Safety restraints lowered from the ceiling locking around their hips to hold them in place. Small tubes extended pushing their way into every coed sphincter through the rubber o-ring already fitted into their assholes as part of their uniform bottoms. The tubes inflated to hold them in place. Barbara cooed with everyone else as the cool pink liquid flowed into her ass. As the car started moving the headsets dominated the attention of the coeds.