This choice: "Ravishing," said Clayface, slipping from his disguise. • Go Back...Chapter #9"Ravishing," said Clayface, slipping fr... by: Yote   "Ravishing," blurbled Alfred gleefully, his voice suddenly different, slurred, as though talking through a mouthful of treacle. His face sagged, his features running together into a ugly, dripping slab of clay split apart with a grinning maw that dripped slime. All to late, Batman noticed the characteristic smell of wet earth that filled the room, easy to miss in the dankness of the Batcave.
The thin, upright form of the butler swelled, losing definition, the clothes vanishing into the amorphour, grey-brown flesh. Clayface towered above Batman, ten feet high, the walkway beneath his massive feet groaning and sagging.
"Clayface," Batman choked out, barely masking his panic. How had he not noticed sooner?! He fought to clear his mind of the fear rising in him, yet it seemed harder now. How could he have been so foolish, injecting himself with the Anti-Venom. As long as it coarsed in his veins, he was as weak and helpless as... a woman.
No, not helpless. He was still Batman and, strong or not, he still had his agility and a whole cavern of gadgets at his disposal. Yet Clayface was standing between him and the armoury. To get his suit and utility belt, he would need to somehow get through him...
Clayface gurgled in mirth. "Surprised to see me, Batman? Or perhaps.... Bruce Wayne."
He had to keep him talking. When Clayface was distracted, he would make his move for the equipment. "How did you know where to find me, Clayface? I know for a fact you're not smart enough to figure out my secret identity yourself."
"A stroke of luck really. After your... death, I thought it would have a go at running Gotham. It was fun for a while, being the Mayor, but soon I started to think, 'why have all this responsibility?' Why settle for Mayor, when I can be a man far richer and more powerful than him. A man like Bruce Wayne..."
The amorphous figure began to condense, assuming a familiar human form, the tall, broad-shouldered, handsome figure of Bruce Wayne. Clayface ran a hand through his short-cropped hair and felt his chiseled jaw with delight. "I took the form of your butler to get closer to you. Only then did I discover the truth, that you are in fact Batman." His eyes roved over Bruce's swollen breasts bulging from the plunging cleavage of the leotard. A line of drool fell from his lips. "Or should I say Batgirl. I've been watching you for some time, trying to decide to best time to strike. I could never imagine you would serve yourself up to me like this. The story's are true what they say - you're almost as good as master of disguise as me. You'd really have fooled Penguin and his lackeys. And using Anti-Venom on yourself... inspired!"
"What have you done with Alfred?" Bruce demanded.
"I'm afraid you'll never find out, my dear" Clayface crooned, stepping confidently forward, a mixture of lustful and violent intent on his face.
Now or never. Batman broke into a run. Yet as he did so, his heavy breasts sloshed against his chest, and he stumbled, his weakened legs falling out beneath him. The anti-venom had robbed him of his agility as well as his strength. He staggered...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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