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Steph liked tight pants. That wasn't the worst part, wasn't even close, really, but it was the latest problem, and one that hurt more than she expected it to.
"Shit." She tossed another pair of pants to the side, glaring down at the offending appendage dangling from her crotch. None of them fit anymore. At least not without being painful or advertising a lot more than she wanted.
If she removed some padding she could use her Spoiler suit, but seeing as she was still supposed to be benched it would probably ruin the subtlety aspect of returning to the Cave to run secret tests on herself.
Finally, she managed to dig out a pair of old pink tracksuit pants she used to wear on laundry days back when her and her mom were living in an apartment without a washing machine. They looked terrible on her, but they were comfy enough and didn't feature a bold denim outline of her monster cock, so really what was she even complaining about?
Throwing a shirt on after it, Steph grabbed her bag and went out the door, passing by her mom on the couch as she went, passed out still in her nurse's uniform.
She froze hand on the handle, sighing and heading back to find a blanket to cover her mom with, gently placing it over her.
"Whatever happens, I won't bring you down with me, mom," she promised, quietly. "Sink or swim, it's on me."
She turned away, some bitter part of her whispering, 'what else is new?' in the back of her mind.
The door to the apartment shut behind her, and Steph climbed onto her bike to pedal back toward the Manor, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't have to explain what she was doing there to any of the Bats.
"What are you doing here?"
Hope wasn't worth what it was used to, apparently.
Steph turned to the smallest Robin, deliberately taking a beat looking above him before she lowered her gaze to actually see him, his scowl deepening. "Oh, there you are."
"Cut the games, Brown," he snapped. "You're benched. There's no reason for you to be here."
"I happen to have more reasons to be here than just crimefighting, Damian," she rolled her eyes. "I'm here to see Cass-" Her cock twitched, dangerously. "Tim." She shook her head. "Tim, I'm here to see Tim."
Damian's eyes narrowed at her. "Right."
She passed him, entering the mansion proper but feeling his gaze pressed into her back all the while.
Batman's newest protegé wasn't her least favorite or anything. He was more an unpleasant reminder of her position in the Bat hierarchy. Up at the top were Dick and Barbara, real heroes who had proven themselves time and again, then there was Jason because murderers got a free pass, Cass who it felt like the taciturn Bruce wanted to like a lot less than he did, Damian, a literal toddler, Tim, who felt like he was on thin ice more often than not, then after that was cosplayers, the teller at the bank, girl scouts, a pile of dirt with a batarang on top of it, and Steph all the way behind that.
Okay, so she forgot Signal and Batwoman, and probably a few more, but the point was, everyone else, dirt, her, up to and including the ten year old raised by an actual psychopath who was still allowed to be a superhero despite all that.
Stephanie cooled her quickening heartbeat, annoyed just a short encounter with the brat managed to get her worked up to this extent. She knew she shouldn't let other people have that much influence over her; actually implementing it was the hard part.
She made it to the Batcave, thankfully empty for the moment, and began the careful process of drawing samples from herself and taking readings.
The bad news was, half the equipment in the Cave, she had no idea how to use or read. The good news was, the other half was either ordinary hospital equipment she knew about from her mom, or devices used often enough in her presence she at least knew how to turn them on.
Her tox screens finally came back.
No Joker Venom.
No Fear Gas.
Nothing from Ivy.
No drugs in her system, molly or otherwise.
She did have a concussion, a pretty bad one, but there was nothing supernatural about that, and it was healing as quickly as everything else was.
The only two physical signs she could point to that something was wrong with her was, well... the penis, for starters, and also the fact when she weighed herself she'd somehow gained fifty pounds.
Steph looked at herself in the mirror, in loose fitting clothes, and a little disheveled. She'd put on a bit more muscle, she supposed, since the last time, but fifty pounds worth?
No, that was definitely a clue.
That left her with, increased weight, stronger libido, maybe some kind of enhanced healing, decreased sense of morality? Or was that just because of the libido thing? Shorter temper, oh and also a big old dick to accompany her ladybits.
If she couldn't find any toxins to explain it, then that meant either she wasn't using these machines correctly, or it was something magical happening to her. Something magical meant she could talk to Zatanna about it.
Her dick gave another twitch.
Talk to Zatanna from a safe distance, maybe separated by a screen.
Great. That would wor-
"Stephanie?"
Steph froze at the voice, curious and warm, and not nearly a safe enough distance.
"Cass, hey," Steph turned, instantly reddening at Cassandra in sweatpants and a sports bra coming down the stairs into the Cave, getting closer, almost within lunging distance...
Steph backed up, and Cass raised an eyebrow, concernedly. "Injuries, feeling?"
"Yep, I'm fit as a fiddle." Steph gave a shaky thumbs up, feeling blood rushing low, pumping her cock bigger, thicker. "All good, just came down to use the training equipment, you know how it is. But I did and I'm done now, so it's all yours."
"Want spar?" She asked, innocently, and Steph imagined wrestling with her, pinning her down, right where she wanted her.
Just like Harley.
"No," she said, quickly, and a bit too loud. "No thanks, Cass. I still think I might be too... sore for that, right now."
"Ah." Cass nodded her head. "Tender."
"Yeah, some parts of me are..." throb, "very tender."
"Okay." Cass passed her, heading to the training equipment, and Steph did her best not to shudder at the softly clean soap she smelled of, nothing identifiable, nothing that would give her away on a mission, just her in a way Steph couldn't pin down.
Pin down...
Steph shook her head, running too quickly up the stairs and out the door again, half hardened cock knocking distractedly side to side as she moved.
"Shit." Night. She'd wasted her entire afternoon on those tests and came out with hardly anything to show for it. Now the Bats were out in the city, and the Rogues more than likely the same. That was fine. She just had to keep her head down. No interacting with any villains, no even thinking about any Bats. Head straight home, call Zatanna and she'd be fine.
Steph's stomach grumbled as she stopped at a light, one hand going down to it, idly. Right, she'd also wasted her entire afternoon without eating.
Was there any food at home?
Steph cast her mind back to the last time she checked the fridge, vaguely remembering being disappointed, even if she couldn't quite picture what was there, it wasn't much. Her mom probably hadn't gotten around to doing any shopping yet either.
"Okay fine. Stop at Batburger, then go home, talk to Zatanna, get this fixed, and never think about it again." She turned off the main street, heading to the closest one she knew of, right on her old walk between home and school.
She wished she'd eaten back at the Manor, but like hell she was going back there now.
This was still fine, it was just Batburger. Supervillains didn't even attack Batburger, it was all cat museums and theme parks.
"Yeah, can I get three Batburger Deluxes, an order of Night-wings, large fries, and a drink, please?"
The man at the checkout counter eyed her up and down. "...to go?"
"For here."
She really should add increased appetite to the list of symptoms.
Steph unwrapped her first burger.
"Nobody move." The front door was dramatically kicked open, the one man she probably wanted to see right then even less than Batman walking through to level weapons at all the restaurant patrons. "Phones, wallets, and jewelry in the bag now. And no runny business. I'll relish the opportunity to take down anyone wanting to play hero."
"Why." Steph slowly rose from her seat. "Why here, in the entire city?"
He angled his weapons toward her. "Sit down there young lady, before you make a gravy mistake."
Condiment King. The one, exclusive supervillain in the entire city who actually would assault a Batburger.
"Please leave." She pinched two fingers to the bridge of her nose, breathing out a frustrated sigh. "I will hurt you."
"Aioli live once, but if you can dijon it out, you better be able to take it, too." He fired his condiment guns her way.
She crouched low, the ketchup and mustard flying overhead, before running up and across a booth, then leaping forward to knee him in the face, dropping him faster than a wet sock.
"Are we done?" She yelled down at the unconscious Rogue. "Was that it? That's what you interrupted my dinner for?"
She wanted to kick him. She really wanted to kick him. She could feel her foot wind back to kick him, but she forcefully lowered it again, stomping back to her food.
She was dimly aware of the restaurant clapping that the villain was defeated so quickly, but really she just wanted to eat her burgers.
She finally bit into the first, relaxing against the cheap pleather seats. That's it. Everything was fine. No more complications.
"Detective Montoya. Care to explain what happened here?"
Oh yeah, cops were a thing.
As Steph looked down at her, by then, half eaten meal she figured she really should have gotten it to-go at the very beginning and just avoided all of this.
As Steph looked up at the incredibly attractive Dominican lady detective, she figured, 'holy shit,' and the stubbornly active growth in her pants seemed to agree, distractingly shifting with the sight.
"Uh, Condiment King was here trying to rob people, I hit him in the face, then he stopped trying to rob people?" She shrugged at the bemused detective. This was so much easier in costume when she could pretend to be mysterious, then just leave when she wanted to stop answering questions.
"Uhuh." She marked something down in the notepad she was carrying, lips quirking as she did so.
Wonder how those lips would look wrapped around her dick...
Stephanie forced the thought down, shifting slightly so her quickly tenting pants were hidden a little further under the table.
"A few of the other witnesses say they saw you dodge past his initial strike and hit him with a flying knee strike, like a, quote, 'fighting game character's goddamned special move'." She lowered the notepad, to give Steph an amused look. "So..."
"He pointed a gun at me and I ducked, like a normal person? Then I jumped off a table cause I was trying to tackle him, and I guess I overshot and knocked him out." She waved her hands dismissively. "I took a women's self defense class at the Y a couple years ago, but this was mostly just kind of going for it. Whoever said that sounds like one of those Batman chasers looking for him around every corner."
'Now bend over this table and show me that ass,' her brain unhelpfully added to the end.
"Right, well it's the official stance of the Gotham Police Department that civilians do not engage with supervillains." She finished penning down something on the pad before looking up again, smiling. "But unofficially, thanks. You've saved a lot of these people from having a crappy night."
"Hey, maybe you could give me a hero's reward," Steph said, the statement coming out a lot less like the joke she intended and a lot more like a particularly lustful come-on.
The detective's eyes widened slightly, surprised, before cracking a smile. "Maybe some other time, 'hero'. Can I have your name for the statement?"
Maybe she should just take that reward now...
"Stephanie Brown," she answered, ignoring the persistent thoughts as her dick rubbed up against the underside of the table.
"Thank you, and have a good night." She finished marking down the name and moved on to another witness at the scene, leaving Steph with half her meal left, and a raging erection that didn't feel like it was going down anytime soon.
"Fantastic," Steph muttered, resisting the urge to try and 'take care of it' discretely. Jacking off in a crowded Batburger was so far from the top of her bucket list.
She'd just sit there, finish her food, and wait for it to go down.
+<>+
It didn't go down.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Stephanie pedaled as fast as she could down the street, frustration etching itself onto every nerve in her body. She just had to make it home. If she made it home, she could take care of this, call Zatanna, lay low and it'd be fine. If she just made it home, this incredibly annoying day would finally be over.
She ran the red light, ignoring the cars beeping at her as she went. They could go to hell, this was an emergency.
She nearly crashed into the bike rack at her apartment, fumbling with the keys to her lock before she finally made it inside, shooting past her mother digging into her purse for something. "Stephanie, I'm heading to the store to pick up food, do you need anyt-"
"Nope. All good." She slammed the door to her room, back pressed against it and eyes squeezed shut as she waited.
When she heard the front door finally open and shut, Steph reached into her pants to grab her cock, shuddering at the instant pleasure the action provided. "Fuck. These things are serious."
She moved the waistband of the tracksuit pants down, letting the underwearless monster free as she kicked them off and to the side. It took a force of will to release it for a moment so she could shuck her shirt and throw it in the corner, but when she finally fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes she could give her full attention to the angrily neglected cock.
"You should have dealt with that detective right then and there," Barbara's voice filtered in through her imagination, squeezing the cock tight, rubbing it fast. "You could have shoved her into a bathroom stall and had her take responsibility for the state she left you in. Instead you pussied out, and now look at you: desperately jacking off instead of letting her do it for you. Pathetic."
"Need keep head clear," Cass's voice came on the other side, gently cupping her balls, and lubing up her fingers with the juices constantly gushing out of her own pussy, before moving up and down the length in slow rhythmic strokes. "Can't neglect. Make mad. Make mistakes."
"Awh, there's no need to do this all by yaself, Spoils," Harley's voice came next, a little further away, like she was actively beside the cock and not whispering in her ear. "Here, let me help ya out."
Steph felt something hot and wet lick up the side of her cock like a lollypop, a long and rubbery tongue distinct enough she could identify it in an instant, and her eyes shot open to see the real Harley Quinn in her room slobbering up her cock with a big dopey smile on her face.
"What the fuck?" Steph's blood ran cold, confusion, fear, pleasure, rushing in so much at once she couldn't move against it all. "What are you, nnn," she bit her lip as Harley licked some more. "What are you doing here? How did you, ffffuck, find me?"
"Boopy-doop, you donated blood to the hospital, sweetcakes." She lifted her head above the cock, dripping down a long string of saliva to coat it as slender fingers glided down its length like a treasured artifact. "That means they had your dna on file, and I just had to match it to all the yummy dna you left in me last night." She giggled, leaning in. "Yummy yummy yum-" Harley's head dipped down, lips closing around the shaft and taking it all the way into her throat, Steph's toes curling, spots flashing in her eyes at the white hot pleasure surging through her with the action.
"Fuuuck. Fuck. I came inside you." She tightened her hands into fists, bunching up her blankets around them. "That's so much dna evidence. I led you right to me."
Harley hummed, her throat vibrating around Steph's cock, making her inhale sharply at how close to the edge it was bringing her.
"I'm gonna cum," she hissed, barely holding on. "I'm gonna cum, do you have a tissue or-"
Harley pulled back, black lipstick smudged all down the length, until it was just her tongue remaining, sticking to the head like it was a frozen pole. "Feed me, Spoils. Feed your baby momma her puddin'."
"Nngh," Steph finally let go, Harley giggling as she sealed her mouth over the tip, catching strand after strand of her thick, gooey, cumshot, right on her tongue.
"Fuck. This is so fucked," Steph groaned. "My secret identity's toast. I just fucked a supervillain in my room. I gotta take you to Arkham. I gotta take me to jail, I can't-"
"Aww, you got so many worries in that big ol' brain of yours, don'tcha Spoils?" Harley rubbed her face against Steph's twitching cock, already reviving its softening length. "But I know exactly what you need." She gave a big sloppy kiss to the side of the dick before pulling back, flouncing her big ass over to Steph's closet, and bending over to undo a padlock she must have placed there. "I figured ya wouldn't be happy I figured out who ya were, so I prepared a little peace offering ta help smooth the road. Didn't know what shoe size ya wear to get ya a nice pair o' heels, but I figured there was one thing I knew ya liked..." she opened it up and hoisted the object inside, no wrapping on it apart from a simple purple bow.
Livewire, bound and gagged and looking pissed off to high heaven without a speck of clothing on her.
"Can I pick 'em or what?" Harley asked, throwing her on the bed beside Steph. "Got those primo Belle Reve collars that shut off her powers." Harley dipped a hand down to idly work the supervillain's pussy. "Still gives a little shock, sometimes, but that part adds to the fun, dont'cha think? It just ain't screwin' if it's not reminding ya of a good run of electrotherapy."
The villain tried to say something, but the gag muffled it into incomprehensibility, and as Harley quickened her fingers, eventually it looked like the glare she was shooting the clown's way was becoming more and more difficult to keep pure.
Stephanie watched, feeling her insides buzz, hair lifting from the static in the air as Harley brought the struggling blue skinned girl to unwilling orgasm, and as she felt her dick raise to its full length again, still slick with Harley's spit, she felt that voice in her head telling her this was a bad idea slowly suffocating away.
"I think she liiiikes yooouuu," Harley teased Livewire, moving behind her so she could wrap her legs around the electric girl's and force hers open, pussy twitching and exposed as her eyes widened fearfully; Steph's thick pillar of dickmeat steadily moving closer.
"She's a criminal," Steph was muttering to herself. "I didn't put her in this situation. I'm under a curse or something. This is just the curse doing this. I can't be blamed for what the curse does."
Livewire tried to speak, scream, anything, but all that came out were soft squeaks that only made Steph harder.
Steph's hands landed on Livewire's modest chest, squeezing and kneading as her well-lubed tip rubbed up against the villain's folds.
"I don't know how Harley got you here," Steph whispered to the villain. "I don't know if she shipped you in from Metropolis, broke you out of prison, anything. I don't care, either. You're meat Harley picked up from the butcher, a gift for me." Steph batted at the bow pressed into Livewire's hair, dipping in close so she could get right in her ear. "I own you now."
Steph thrusted forward, spearing Livewire on her monstrous dick, just close enough to hear her muffled scream as new heaven enveloped her.
If Harley's pussy was a velvet vice, Livewire's was a coil twisted around her dick, tight enough it almost hurt, and buzzing so much it made her back teeth tingle.
"Fffuck, it's like biting into a powerline." Steph felt her hips move faster, pistoning in and out like she could fuck the charge back into her. "Feels like I'm trying to stuff a sausage into a fucking, nnf, coin return. How many dicks you take before this? Negative five?"
Livewire's head lolled over, muttering something darkly as a tear streaked down her face.
"No fucking way, you're a virgin?" Steph laughed, leaning forward to lick the tear off her face, salty and coppery all at once. "How much of a gloomy bitch must you have been? Bet you wish Supes would have given you a hand with that, Kryptonian dick must be the tits."
She grabbed Livewire's face, kissing her through the gag, her moans just barely audible from so close. "I'm gonna take good care of you, baby. I'm gonna make you a productive member of society, like the hero I am. I just have to, mmf..."
She shoved forward, powering through until her whole cock was hilted within her. Livewire screamed again, all her insides stretched and mashed aside, giving way to this enormous fuckpillar splitting her apart.
"...break you in, first," Steph finished, viciously, shifting back until just the tip was inside, and hilting again, repeating the process over and over until Livewire's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her drooling spit soaking right through the gag.
"Aww, where's all that fight you had in you before?" Steph taunted, rhythmically feeling her balls slap against her ass. "I'm just kidding, you didn't fight this at all. You wanted this from the very start, didn't you? Wanted to feel something besides the inside of a fucking light socket."
Livewire's eyes slowly came back to focus on her, or as much as they could when Steph was shaking the whole bed they were on.
"You felt so fucking lonely you started hurting everyone around you. You thought if you could just be so much of a cunt to people no one would want to be around you, it wouldn't hurt as much when they didn't want to be around you. That's why you didn't fight this. Because for once in your life, someone chose you." Steph laughed. "Yeah, as fucking rapemeat, but still." She grunted, feeling her dick so close to cumming, but tightening her stomach, forcing it to wait just a little longer.
"I'm gonna cum inside you," Steph told her, and Livewire's eyes widened again, but she continued. "Ah ah ah, you don't get a choice in that, big surprise. I'm gonna breed you right here, right now. And if it doesn't take today, I'm gonna do it tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, until it does. You're a cut of meat from the butcher, you're mine." Steph kissed her on the cheek, and Livewire's eyebrows furrowed, confusedly. "That means you're stuck with me. And I'm not going anywhere."
She closed her eyes again, more tears streaking down her face, but with a different meaning this time.
"Ahh, you like that, don't you?" Livewire's head slowly nodded. "Thought so. Welcome." Steph thrusted forward once. "To being." Twice. "Mine." She pressed as far as she could go, collapsing into Livewire, and Harley still right behind her, fingers playing with her pussy all the while, watching as Steph worked over the fresh meat she'd brought.
And Steph came, white hot breeding sperm shooting rope after rope inside the supervillain's virgin pussy, squeezing down to milk her cock like a press as she came in the same instant.
"Fuuuck, fuck, fuck. So tight. Shit." Steph felt like she'd need a tire jack to release her cock from Livewire's pussy at this rate, but she rode out the orgasm, finally slowly allowing her softening dick to slide free.
"Wowee," Harley cheered, hugging Livewire tight against her. "That went better than even I thought it would."
Steph felt dizzy, leaning roughly against her bureau to catch her breath. "Shit. Harley, take off her gag. She should be able to cuss me out by now."
"Yeeeeaah, she's kinda..." Harley slapped her face around, lightly, to no real response. "Unconscious, at the moment, so that's a no go on the talkies."
"I knocked her out?" Steph barked, disbelievingly.
"That was a loooooot for someone's first time, Spoils. I'd be shocked if your cock didn't reach all the way up and scramble her marbles into jelly." Harley giggled. "Who knew Livey still needed her cherry popped. She's gonna be ruined for anyone else now."
"This is all so fucked up." Steph shook her head. "I shouldn't even be talking to you, I..."
"Aww, Spoils." Harley shoved Livewire to the side, springing off the bed to reach Steph, gloved hands moving down to caress her tender dick. "What about all that stuff ya were sayin' before? Reformin' criminals, takin' 'em off the streets, doesn't that sound worth it?" She leaned in to whisper, nibbling on her earlobe. "Wouldn't Batman be happy about that?"
Steph shuddered, wanting to push the clown away, wanting so much more to keep feeling her hands on her dick, so soft and skilled it was like she knew everywhere she was weakest even before Steph did. "I guess... if they're criminals."
"Exactly." Harley grinned, eyes shining like she could see hearts and stars imprinted on the insides. "Only the worst of the worst. Scout's honor." She reached a hand low, unzipping her crotch and revealing a quim so sopping wet it was dripping onto the floor. "Now reform me, Puddin. Reform ya little fuckpet."
Harley slid Steph's cock inside her, fucking her standing in her room with the unconscious Livewire behind her, and Steph let it happen, mouth closing around the sadistic clown's, feeling her tongue meet her own.
Really, like this, it all felt so reasonable.
Why did she want to cure this again?
Ah well.
Who cares anymore?