This choice: Batman picks up a distress signal from Wonder Woman within Gotham. • Go Back... As Batman raced into town, an emergent video call played on his batmobile’s HUD. To his surprise he found it was none other than Wonder Woman.
“Batman, I need your help!”
She looked to be in trouble. Diana wasn’t the type to call for “help”. She was stubborn like that. Prideful. So this had to be serious. He tried to ask what was wrong but the call cut out. He revved his engine heading to where the signal was emanating from. “I’m on the way...” he narrowed his eyes.
By the time Batman arrived to the rooftop deep in the city that the signal was coming from, he only found Diana’s armor. Her leotard, gauntlets, tiara, lasso, high heeled boots, sword, and shield. Did she strip down naked?
Bruce reached out to inspect the items but as soon as he made and sort of physical contact with the tiara, it developed a mind of its own. The crown flew through the air and placed itself on Bruce’s head. He placed both his hands on it trying to pull it off yet it wouldn’t budge. His head was growing too small for his cowl, his face shrinking a little and his already raven hair bursting at the seems with length. His mask wasn’t built to accompany so much hair like Batwoman or Batgirl’s so it tore off.
Bruce covered his face, worried about his secret identity. That wasn’t really a concern since it’s not like anyone would recognize his extremely womanly face now anyway. His chin rounded out, his nose smaller and his neck thinning. His voice raised in pitch several octaves.
As he struggled with removing the tiara, his cape accidentally swished over the rest of the armor and equipment which all started to float around him devilishly. He tried to back away but the bodysuit was next, burning through his batsuit and latching itself onto his chest. He grunted, feeling a couple ribs crack under the unbreakably tight waist. It was clearly designed with a woman’s proportions in mind, not a man’s. Not that this would be a problem for much longer.
His waist was alleviated of the pain it was causing him, shrinking his stomach down and evaporating most of his muscle bulk. His arms and chest followed suit as the silver bracelets latched onto his wrists. His hips popped outward to child-bearing capacity while his shoulders thinned and became far less broad giving him an overall smaller frame. He felt the flesh inside his butt swell with feminine muscle, rounding out into an appealing pear shape.
The high heeled boots got rid of his suit’s pants and boots, shrinking his feet down to fit while simultaneously thickening his thighs.
The changes were mostly complete now except for two key ingredients.
Bruce didn’t need his detective skills to know what they were. His batsuit had completely vanished, leaving him unable to call Alfred or anyone for help for that matter. He glanced down wearily at the empty breast cups and awkward bulge he sported that the Wonder Woman costume retained with all its might.
Fat built up under each of his nipples now which grew larger themselves. The bat started to unwittingly develop mammary glands. He could feel his cock slowly slipping back inside him but there was nothing he could do about it. When he tried to look passed his budding breasts, all he saw was the star spangled tights attached to his new bodice. “Uh...” Bruce moaned as he clutched the ledge of the rooftop just to hold on to something.
As his breasts grew larger, his dick only went that much further in. He struggled against the endorphins he was feeling, the female pleasure points replacing his old male ones. All his testosterone was being forcibly converted into estrogen and there was nothing he could do about it. He underwent female puberty in a matter of seconds.
Bruce swore under his breath as he became a she and her bust rubbed against the breastplate of her new costume. Her deep cleavage rested behind the WW just as Diana’s had. “Uh...” she reached her first female orgasm which sent a shockwave through her system. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She had to resist the alien thoughts of imagining that a man was doing it to her.
Now she looked exactly like Diana of Themyscira, only with slightly larger boobs than she remembered her having. That or they just looked bigger from the perspective of actually having a pair of her own.
The lasso attached itself to her hip, the sword sheathed on her back and the shield landing in her left hand. A note was taped on the inside of it.
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