The Birth Of Batslut (Batman futa transformation)

Story by DarthStrainjyer

Contents: Transformation, forced transformation, bimbofication, kidnapping, sissyfication, feminization, oral, anal

Batman and Robin are captured by their enemies and transformed into horny futa bimbos.

This is a story I was always hoping someone would do, but no one ever did, so I tried my hand at it. For better or for worse, this is the result. I've never posted anything before so I dunno if this is any good. There's a much longer story I did during the quarantine, but I thought I'd post this with it's more recognizable characters to test the waters first.

This might be too dark for a lot of people. I'll take it down if it is. Please thank if you like this story.

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THE BIRTH OF BATSLUT

The sensational Feminization and Bimbofication of Bruce Wayne

By Darth Strainjyer

It was a dark, warm night in Gotham City on the last real day of The Dark Knight’s existence.

Not that he was aware of that at all, or had any inkling to what his fate was going to be. The bleak gothic spires that populated the skyscape of the city were topped with tick dark clouds that obscured the moon and the stars, and would have plunged the city into complete blackness had it not been for the electric lights of the city itself, a strangely gloomy metropolis that seemed to be ripped out of a Dashiell Hammett or Raymond Chandler novel. Indeed, Sam Spade would have felt right at home among the towering monolithic structures that rose above the rabble populace like so many goliath tombstones. From even high above these buildings, one could still faintly hear the whine of police sirens and the screams of victims of the rampant crime that still, despite best efforts, continued to run rampant on a nightly basis.

Indeed, with Gotham’s odd rogue’s gallery of bizarre colorful criminals, it had been said that Gotham was the only place in the world where people treated crime like it was a Broadway show. This was not entirely a true statement, as borne out by the assortment of weird villains that populated Metropolis, Central City, or in particular Coast City, or really any city that the costumed vigilante’s known as “super heroes” made their home. But there was something uniquely Gotham about characters like The Riddler, Two Face, Poison Ivey, Penguin, Scarecrow, and in particular the fearsome Joker and his former girl Harley Quinn.

Above all of this, a glimmer of hope shined against one of Gotham’s two twin towers: The Bat Signal. Projected from atop the Gotham Police Department, the symbol heralded the summoning of Gotham’s resident hero and source of hope: Batman, the mysterious caped crusader. And somewhere above the rooftops, a blacker shadow against the black night sky, Batman himself swung across the horizon.

Swinging on the grappling hook, Batman moved stealthily above the roofs, moving forward at a deliberate pace. Swaying up behind him was his ubiquitous sidekick, Robin: The Boy Wonder. Although technically, since his eighteenth birthday, he was no longer a boy. As they moved about through the air, Batman looked ahead focusing on their goal in the distance. Few people in the buildings realized that Gotham’s legendary protector was only a few feet above their homes. Fewer still would ever suspect that underneath the menacing cowl was none other than Gotham’s number one son, billionaire playboy and philanthropist and owner of Wayne Enterprises Bruce Wayne himself, or that behind Robin’s mask resided his long lost son, Damian, only a few months past his eighteenth birthday.

As the air whipped past him, Batman focused his eyes on a smaller building, tucked in between several warehouses and factories. Once upon a time, when the area had been more prosperous, it had been a small five story office building used by surrounding businesses. Now it was simply vacant, abandoned, and decaying.

Batman narrowed his eyes. At least, it was supposed to be vacant. But even from up here, he could see lights on in some of the upper windows and make out figures moving around behind them. The lights seemed to flicker and change frequently. His mouth made a hard line as he looked over the building.

“This is it, Robin.” He called back, in his deep gravelly voice, “It looks like our information was correct.”

At least he hoped it was. For months now, people all over Gotham had been disappearing, seemingly without a trace. It had started with a few petty criminals and street people, but soon escalated into bankers, judges, detectives, TV

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