Business Suit Samus

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The structure blurred as the program loaded, changing to a fluorescent bathed cargo bay. A wide door hissed as it slid open, leading into the ship’s assembly hall. It felt more comforting than the last enclosure, but only due to the wonderful view through the main port. They crawled closer to a reddish orange planet set against a backdrop of twinkling stars. The person in the room was not interested, however, as she stood staring into a computer display set into the wall.

The unusually tall blonde woman wore a navy blue service coat and matching skirt. Black leggings and high-heeled dress shoes showcased her long, muscular legs, adding to her height. The golden blonde ponytail whipped as she turned around, angrily eying her skewed tie. She adjusted it and straightened her buttoned jacket, huffing as she waited. She looked uneased in the formal attire and her constant fidgeting showed that she was running out of patience.  The large doors were worn from many years of use, and stacks of rusted metal crates lined the walls. They were on an under-maintained research vessel.

The side entrance opened once again, revealing a tall, slender man with purposefully messy hair and casual attire. His penetrating blue eyes searched the woman up and down. “I am shocked you dressed properly for a change. Though, I don’t usually mind your tight fitting zero suit.”
“Why am I here?”
“Always to the point.” The man stepped inside, allowing the door to close. “To draw you in, of course.”
She took her hidden pistol from beneath the large desk. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
The confident man rolled his eyes. “It was too easy. I have some business partners who wish to see you gone. Goodbye Samus.”

He stepped back and the automatic door opened, revealing six small humanoid aliens. The gray-skinned creatures slouched down and ran past the man. She took a shot at him, but it passed through and struck the wall. The man laughed as the hologram dispersed. She quickly jumped upon the desk, blasting one of the aliens in the shoulder and then the head. She took out two more with clean headshots before they were upon her.

One took her hand and yanked the pistol from her grasp, easily crushing it. Another grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the ground. She tried to fight, but they were immensely strong, hastily dragging her to the ground. The last one pulled on her sleeve, ripping away one side of her jacket. They took hold of her arms and legs and carried her to the edge of the room. Her previous errant shot hit a water line and the hose was flopping against its restraints. One creature pulled it free and forced it into her mouth. They made foreign noises as they held her in place. Her ponytail whipped back and forth as she tried to evade the torrent of water, but the creature’s strength amazed her.

Breathing through her nose, she drank quickly, gulping down water with short pauses to take in another breath. After swallowing she only had a few seconds before her mouth refilled. Samus tried to plan an escape, but she couldn’t focus on anything but surviving the torture. The alien holding the hose pinched her nose and covered the gap around her mouth, blocking any water that seeped out. She had no choice but to drink as fast as she could. She chugged the water, and just as her breath ran out the creature withdrew the hose, blasting her coat with fluid. They growled as she shook, violently trying to break free.

Again the alien put the hose down her throat. She had to focus on breathing as they made her drink the high pressure water. They gave her another gap before the third round. She belched, feeling immensely full as the trio hoisted her upright. Her dress uniform was tight around the midsection and her leggings were ripped in multiple spots. They gave her another drink, this time going longer. She sputtered and felt like she might throw up, but they continued. They forced her to drink again and again. The buttons on her coat shot off, clacking against the metal floor. Her white blouse stretched and soon those buttons launched off one by one.

Her toned midsection was now heavily inflated, roiling with the airy water as more pushed inside. Her stomach pushed her skirt low as they forced her to stand. Her belly hung with a painful amount of fluid and her bra was sopping wet. The creatures rubbed their clawed hands along her soft skin, ripping away the remaining clothes as they touched her. Her full chest sprang free and her golden bush was fully exposed. The stubbornly proud bounty hunter hated being fondled by the unknown aliens, and she still kept an air of dignity in spite of her huge stomach. She appeared to be hugely pregnant, her exceptional breasts appearing fuller as they rested upon the bulging belly. Her eyes still had a noticeable fire, as she was surely still planning an escape.

The being gave her one final drink before he brought the hose lower. She gasped and coughed, getting all the oxygen she could. They parted her legs, lifting her into the air with ease. Spreading her wide, it slipped the broken, still gushing hose up her ass. Samus screamed in a high tone, holding the small creature’s shoulders to balance herself. The two on the sides used one hand to support her ass and another to rub her belly. They flaunted their unnatural strength, using minimal effort to hold her heavy frame. The one between her legs rubbed one of its claws along her blonde pussy, causing her to jerk away with agitation.

She was able to keep composure as the water erupted inside her. There was no respite now, however, and the sheer amount of fluid made her stomach wobble as she shifted. Knowing her time was fleeting, Samus kicked forward, striking two of them in one motion. Her support fell, causing her inflated body to roll atop the alien. She took another’s leg and pushed it backward, dropping it easily. She brought an elbow down on its head and quickly focused on the last one, driving her widened knee into its abdomen. They were strong, but very fragile when hit in certain areas.

She made sure they were out of commission before she pulled the hose out, showing a small amount of embarrassment and unease. The water hose slithered along the smooth floor, blasting water wildly. She got up with determination and edged her way out into the hallway. Samus was immense, walking her inflated body slowly. Torn leggings were all that remained on the bulky woman. Her arms were stuck pointing outward and her legs couldn’t close due to her size. Her curvy figure was even more so, with full breasts draped over a tight, full belly. Her ass had grown wide and springy, jiggling as she waddled along. Stubborn as she was, she did not want to humiliate herself by releasing the fluid here.

A man turned the corner, frozen in surprise. His eyes were glued to her expanded frame. She let out a deep sigh, irritated as he watched her chest rise and fall. She continued on, ignoring the transfixed man as he watched her shuffling along. Her ass rolled and shifted with each step, and only when she went into the washroom did the man snap out of it, continuing down the hall with bulging pants and a goofy grin. The scene faded as the bloated woman stumbled to the lavatory, grunting with complaint as she hugged the wall.

MOBA 6 – Sylvanas

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“The battle is almost finished.” The undead night elf sat in the tree straddling the thick branch. Still burdened by her last battle, she watched the remaining fighters, prowling at the edges of the center field. Including her, five remained, and all were trying to play it smart. They watched their minions battling from four directions. The center lane was a death trap, but all of them were ready to end this.

The Drow ranger, Traxex pulled back, stumbling upon an obscured altar nearby. A dazzling light appeared briefly, and a short man wearing a large contraption on his shoulders appeared, giving her thumbs up. The large weapons hanging above him bounced as he trotted ahead. He paused before continuing in the direction of the blue goddess from Smite’s team.

She noticed him and moved out from the tree line, prepared to defend herself. She grunted angrily as she leapt forward, bringing her swords upon the tiny man. She slashed wildly, but in spite of her efforts he spoke out before he fell. “They’ll fill you up!” He called as a number of small robots charged her.

The four-armed goddess held her ground as they encircled her. She lashed out, but they moved too erratically. One launched a hose that snaked beneath her loincloth. It moved away and Kali gasped as the hose nestled in her rump. She dropped her off-hand’s spear and tried to pull it free as she spun around, slashing at the hose. It spread out inside her, only causing pain as she pulled, and her slash made a loud noise as it slid off of the steel cable.

Another robot inserted a hose and another after that. Soon she had ten separate tubes leading into her ass and they all pulled from different directions, making her unable to get close enough to land a strike on the robots themselves. She dropped incense, but they were too far back to be stunned. She wildly slashed as bulges ran along each tube. They were timed in sequence and slipped into her all at once, causing the blue-skinned goddess to stumble forward, stunned by the feeling. “It’s air!” She was horrified to see many more bulges coming toward her.

Kali turned her gaze to the white-haired drow who had brought this fate upon her. Using all of her might, the goddess leapt into the air and ran ahead, towing the small robots behind her. The bots rolled along, unable to regain their traction – however they still continued pumping. Countless bugles breached her backside as she charged. She drew back to cut the ranger when she released a gust, blowing Kali backwards and silencing her temporarily.

The drow ranger followed up with a frost arrow, slowing the deva and allowing the robots to find their footing. The blue woman dropped her lantern and gripped her growing belly with her two lower hands. She tried to pull ahead, but the robots all pulled the opposite direction. Small bulges continued down the lines, filling her more and more as she went to her knees. The ranger’s arrows rained upon her as well, making her blue breasts swell and spill over her limited clothing. A final, larger bulge appeared at the beginning of the hoses, moving at a faster pace.

Kali let out a warcry as she charged again with renewed vigor. A red haze appeared around her as magical blades repeatedly struck the archer and the robots. She dashed ahead, marking and attacking the startled drow. The robots fell apart, but the air was already gathered behind her. The swollen sections of hose went small as the air forced inside. Kali took it all at once, using the pain to increase her frenzy. Her belly was huge, bouncing as she cut at the ranger. Her enemy tried to run, but the goddess stayed at her side. Kali was no longer burdened by the robots and her awkward stomach didn’t slow her either.

Traxex was halted by a wave of dark, ghostly figures flying toward her. They passed through her, leaving her butt swollen and her legs thicker. She turned back to see Kali’s blades coming down as a thick-bodied, and unclothed Sylvanas appeared behind her. Both women targeted the Drow Ranger, causing her to bulge all over. She brought up her bow to fire, but Kali split it in two, leaving her defenseless. She stumbled onto her cushy rear, taking the non-lethal blows as she grimaced and swelled. Her curves crawled outward as she fell to her back.

A ball of green energy shot out, passing through Sylvanas, and boomeranged back into the woods. Ahri jumped out with unexpected grace, as she was large and mostly naked, her nine tails dancing behind her. The undead night elf turned to the new threat, releasing a volley as she approached. Ahri was still limber, able to dodge most of the arrows as she closed the distance.

Without warning, they all froze in place. The announcer laughed at their confusion. “So, we decided to make this finale a little… grander. We are going to bring in a few of the stronger beasts to finish some of you off.” He laughed again, this time it was far more sinister. “To start off, Roshan is making an unusual trip out of his pit!”

The armored beast stomped ahead, clearing a path as he emerged from the woods. His massive fist pounded the ground as he roared, showing his countless teeth. Standing just above the tree line, the horned monster’s gaze fell upon Ahri and he scooped her up with little effort. The beast was fast and strong, retreating back to his lair. Sylvanas was curious and the others had scattered, so she followed the captured fox. Watching them from the pit’s entrance, Sylvanas found a spot in the shadows.

Ahri struggled as the monster turned her over and prodded his pointed cock between her forcibly spread legs. Once he found her warmth, the monster slid in, pumping her fiercely. Ahri made all manner of sounds as she desperately clawed upon the damp, muddy floor. Her tails waved as the creature pounded the poor girl, and it was already about to finish. The monster slammed his fist upon the ground, stunning her as he let her go to gain a better angle. Her expanded ass flattened as Roshan pressed in, fully impaling her on his massive shaft. The disoriented girl’s belly ballooned beneath her in three close-spaced spasms. Completely filled, her cheeks puffed out before his seed shot onto the ground. There was a small hesitation as the beast slid the limp woman off and allowed her to drain the excess before he put her back into place and started again.

“Ahri is incapacitated! The League of Legend’s team is out!”
Sylvanas left the woman to her fate, moving her full frame cautiously up the riverbank. The ground shook as she ran ahead. She could see a huge creature in the distance. With horns and outstretched wings, the dark skinned monster’s face was obscured beneath a hood. She could see the towering demon swiping at the ground, toppling swaths of trees as it moved. She found a safe spot and watched the Drow Ranger running for her life, launching arrows as she tried to outmaneuver the monstrosity.

Sylvanas made haste, running to intercept her. Smiling, she blocked the frantic woman and controlled her mind. She commanded the girl to strip and spin around. Her light blue eyes calmed as she undid her ill-fitting armor and let it fall. She also removed her hood and cape, allowing her snow-colored hair to fall upon her lavender shoulders. Wearing only gauntlets and chausses, she stood exposed. Sylvanas enjoyed the woman’s beauty, eying her dark, pronounced nipples and trimmed white bush. Her backside bounced pleasantly as she walked toward the approaching giant.

The demon paused, reaching out carefully with his black claws, easily taking her in one hand. The mind control broke, and the drow shrieked in terror. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs wildly. A handful of his demonic minions approached and stood by his feet as he inspected his new toy. “Remove your armor.” The otherworldly creature boomed, turning only slightly to regard them. The misshapen creatures shed their spiked armor hastily. Beleth took hold of one of the smaller minions with his off hand, letting out a low, rumbling laugh.

He put the pale-skinned beast below her and brought him up, parting her legs with his fingers as he directed the demon inside. The creature used its hands to spread her apart and pressed his pointed head into her loins. Her screams hushed as Beleth moved, forcing the monster slowly inside of her. Traxex’s belly puffed out as she watched, and Beleth moved enough fingers to show her shame while still keeping hold. “I will make you fat with my offspring.” He gave another slow laugh.

He took another minion and pushed it in effortlessly. Sylvanas watched the forced encounter, uncertain if the creatures survived the insertion. He continued, still holding her legs apart with his large fingers. Grabbing one of the larger monsters this time, he crammed it up her surprisingly pliable lower opening. Traxex gripped the massive demon’s fingers tightly, grimacing as he put another in. Her stomach hung heavily, drooping far below his palm. He took the final, largest monster in his grasp, attempting to fit him inside.

After a few failed attempts, the immortal scoffed angrily and rammed him in with immense force. Traxex was unable to be actually hurt, so her pussy stretched unnaturally wide, swallowing the beefy demon in an instant. Her belly hung, burdened and shaking as some of the monsters moved inside her. The hooded demon smiled, rocking his plaything as he watched, her low hanging midsection swaying like a pendulum. He laughed heartily as he reached up and pinched her stomach, surely crushing all of the occupants.

The immortal launched her aside, sending the Drow Ranger to roll upon her swollen stomach, coming to rest in a nearby path in the forest. She was unable to move, resting entirely upon her impressively distended stomach, her legs dangling uselessly above the ground. Dire wolves slowly emerged from the shadows, their heads low and cautious. They sniffed for a time before they moved behind her, going to their haunches to get between her parted legs. The alpha male licked her furiously, obviously smelling the morsels inside.

“And another bad end for a participant; The DOTA 2 team is out!” The announcement paused. The Drow Ranger held her hanging breasts, her lip trembling, as she clearly enjoyed the wolf’s tongue. “Well, maybe it’s a good end for her.”

The immortal demon stomped away, no longer caring about her fate. “They only take out one before they go. I can still win this.” Sylvanas said to herself as she set out to find the remaining two women. She didn’t have to go far, finding Kali mostly avoiding acid attacks from a towering worm like monster. Baron Nashor crawled closer, chasing the unprepared goddess in the shallow river. Her clothes and weapons had melted away and it only seemed a matter of time until the monster would get hold of her.

Suddenly a large spine shot up from below the water’s surface and knocked her backward. Kali sat frozen in the pool. The monster roared as it approached, the ground shaking all around her. Kali looked down as a tentacle burst through the water and nimbly moved between her parted legs. She balled her fists and leaned forward in agony, her expressions showing her unseen invasion. Her eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth, revealing the tip of the tentacle as it waved in the air in front of her.

Baron Nashor was upon her now. The tentacle slipped back down her throat and she cried out as it raised her, coiling inside to keep her in place. It raised Kali high to the beasts open maw. It’s smaller heads moved out, watching her from either side. The monster calmed as it moved in, acid dripping from its fangs. Kali couldn’t stifle a scream as the beast drew close and used its mandibles to spread her jaw wide. Baron Nashor launched large blobs of acid into her open mouth. It roared again, the sheer force of its breath forcing the goop down her throat. It repeated the process three more times, making sure she swallowed every drop before it finally let her fall to the ground.

Kali crawled upon her hands and knees, inflating in waves as the acid damaged her from the inside. Her huge, spherical breasts rocked, her belly drug upon the ground, and her ass wobbled. Her arms and legs swelled too, and soon she was puffed out in an ungainly manner. She fell to her side, still expanding in pulses, outstretching her arms as the monster left her to grow.

“Smite team has been eliminated – Heroes of the Storm lasted until the end! But… We have to decide on a clear winner now.”

Sylvanas wondered where her so-called ally had been during all of this. She found the final boss patrolling a top lane. The fire giant roamed, searching for either of the remaining competitors to snuff them out. She was about to move away when a hunter’s mark appeared above her, signaling the giant to her presence. Sylvanas ran clumsily, attempting to locate the hidden night elf before she was caught.

Tyrande revealed herself on the opposite side of the lane, waving as she grinned. She was slightly larger than last they had met, barely fitting in her armor. “Fool.” Sylvanas muttered as she sent a wave of banshees ahead, using them to teleport behind the towering monster. She lobbed a stunning potion at Tyrande’s feet as she trotted past. “Good luck!” Sylvanas spoke spitefully and left her to the approaching giant. He plucked her from the trees, pleased at his captive.

He shook her just enough to halt her struggling. His braided copper beard and hair sat messily upon his burly chest. The giant dropped his sword and reached his flaming hands into the ground, snatching a rounded boulder from beneath the surface. It caught fire instantly and he wasted no time in pushing it painfully into the woman’s lower opening. Her armor gave way, falling to the ground as the object stretched her. The giant grabbed another and repeated the process, forcing her stomach outward as he rammed it in entirely.

Sylvanas watched from a shorter distance this time, assured of her victory. “How many do you think you can take, priestess?”
“You think I am finished?” She laughed, getting a few pitches higher as the third boulder breached her. The giant unclasped his loincloth and showed his glowing red cock. He held her legs apart, letting her upper half hang as he put his yard length shaft between her smooth posterior. His cock was not outlandishly thick, but it ran from her ass to her neck as he hoisted her midsection. She sneered at it’s heat, and both girls knew what was coming.

“I think you are!” Sylvanas called as the beast drew back and pushed the tip in.
“Elune help me!” Tyrande wailed. He raised her higher and released his hold, allowing the boulders in her belly to pull her down upon his cock. Her ass stretched, slowly engulfing the lengthy shaft. He shifted from time to time, working it deeper into her bowels. She had already taken most of it, leaving her pussy to glisten with unwelcome excitement. The monstrous man grumbled as he took her thighs and pushed her lower, making the entire cock vanish between them.

He went to his knees, setting her upon the ground as he fucked her from above. Her weighted belly kept her in place as he rammed her ass. Tyrande was growing very slowly due to the fire damage, but that was going to change quickly. Sylvanas crept around the couple, moving behind the giant and shooting an arrow into his red-hot balls. As expected, the arrow deflected against his stony, molten skin, however, it did excite him. He increased the pace, fucking her like a wild stallion.

Sylvanas walked in front of them, seeing Tyrande’s pained face as she took the ridiculously oversized lover. Tyrande’s gasped and grunted as airy noises escaped her gaping asshole. “You’re not recovering from this.”

The giant drove in hard, blasting the woman full of glowing magma, causing her belly to distend and her skin to brighten. She was inflating all over as the damage came from within, her stomach rolled to the sides and her frame swelled, making her look grossly overweight in less than a minute. The mighty giant pulled out of her ruined ass and left, content. Without his weight keeping her in place, Tyrande’s purple stomach lifted her higher, making her roll and wobble before coming to a balancing point.

Tyrande laughed at an unknown joke, her swollen frame rocking as she watched, immobile upon her enormous stomach. “You see this?” She raised her fat hand, showing a glowing object in her palm.

Sylvanas’ mouth hung as the announcer confirmed her fear. “Remember when I said there was no coming back once a player was out? I forgot to mention that there are a couple of exceptions…”
“Tyrande soloed Roshan.” The undead elf muttered as she cast her eyes low with disbelief. “That’s where you were.”

A brilliant flash appeared, leaving no trace of Tyrande. Sylvanas searched the area, but nothing seemed unusual. A light-green glimmer caught her eye as a wisp flew toward her and slipped between her thick bluish legs with amazing speed. She only felt a small tingle as it went inside. She stumbled, unsure of how to react.

“D-don’t…”

She lurched forward as her stomach surged outward. Tyrande had respawned inside her. Sylvanas found balance, bending forward and pushing against her knees, her full abdomen resting upon the grass. The woman inside thrashed, causing her to tip backwards and land flat on her back. “You haven’t won yet!” She fought to arise in spite of the burdensome weight.

A roar came as the ground shook more and more. Sylvanas froze as she spied Roshan coming toward her. “Oh, looks like he respawned!” Tyrande spoke from inside her. “Looks like I might win after all.”
Sylvanas struck her stomach. “You fool! He’ll crush you in there! You’ve doomed us both.”
“We can’t die, remember? I just have to make sure he goes in your ass and slip out then.”

The monster grabbed her leg, dragging the undead night elf back to its lair. As expected, it stabbed its large cock in between her legs, searching for an opening. Physically beaten, Sylvanas used her mind control one final time. She couldn’t control the beast, but it allowed her to nudge his mind to her whim. She tensed her muscles and pushed, trying to move the intruder out with great effort. Finding her spread hole, he parted her easily, slipping in and stopping as he hit the woman inside. Tyrande screamed, caught off guard by the monster’s power. It pressed in and pulled out again and again, stopping as it struck the unwelcome occupant.

Frustrated, the beast shook his hips, moving his cock inside her. He drove in hard and this time his cock moved in fully and smoothly. Tyrande pushed out in all directions, wailing loudly as the monster fucked them. “He’s in me!” She squirmed as he pounded.
“I’m not letting you win.” Sylvanas spoke coldly, relaxing and ignoring the painfully large cock pushing into both of them.

Roshan pumped them angrily for a short time before he snorted and jumped forward. He released his seed, causing the already huge ranger to swell to obscene proportions. She grew outward and upward, filling to the brim as the liquid poured out of the girl inside her. Both were fat with the beast’s seed, unable to escape as he started going again.

“Nobody wins!” The announcer called. “Except the people watching… and Roshan, evidently. I guess this shows you that all of the games match up if you play them correctly.” Roshan howled as he lay upon the mound of purple flesh, still pumping furiously.

Comeuppance

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Still sore, Lilly took some aspirin before heading back to bed for an extra few hours. It was midafternoon when the knock came. She lumbered to the door to see Katja waiting for her. “Come, you are to see something.” Lilly stumbled into the bathroom, smoothed her wild hair, and brushed her teeth before following. Katja brought her down the hall and into an open room where most of the other girls sat watching Gina, who was trapped in a newly constructed pillory. Her head and hands faced the crowd as Traci waited behind her. A large black bucket was suspended from the ceiling with a chunk of translucent tubing running from the side. The hose had a simple twist valve that kept the water from spilling onto the ground as it hung.

Katja directed her to join Traci. Lilly stepped behind the trapped woman in the center of the room and the woman beside her gave a disinterested glance.
Traci huffed, presenting the end of the hose. “You get to do the honors.”

“She lost track of you yesterday and I want her to suffer for it.” The Master said from the edge of the room. “Maybe after this you will learn to follow my instructions, Gina.”
Lilly felt empathy for the trapped girl, but she knew the punishment was mild compared to some of The Master’s games. I might be pregnant because of her, why should I care if I cause her a little discomfort.

Lilly spread her ass and spit, rubbing the nozzle around until it was decently lubricated. The tattooed girl whimpered as she pushed the flared end into her ass. Turning the valve, Lilly walked away and took a seat. The girl’s expression showed discomfort as she wiggled her behind occasionally.

They all observed the girl’s torment, watching quietly as she tried to tolerate the flow of water entering her backside. Gina’s long face turned in agony as the design stretched upon her inflating tummy. She lifted a foot and shook her ass in a fruitless attempt to avert the building discomfort. The girls watched her twisting and moaning in agony for a long while. Her midsection drooping as she was held in place, bent forward and unable to stop the water pooling inside her. The other girls commented on her willpower, glad that none of them had found their way into such a predicament. Eventually, the bucket ran dry. Her belly had inflated to look about eight months pregnant, sagging as she was trapped in place.

Traci held a bulbous butt plug that was attached to a harness. “Plug her up.”

Lilly carefully removed the hose and hurriedly inserted the plug. Gina yelped and jumped as they affixed the straps. Traci put two restraints upon Gina’s wrists before she unlatched the pillory and allowed the pained girl to stand. Gina danced in agony, “Please, I’m so sorry! I will do anything else, just not this! I can’t hold it!”

The Master scoffed. “You aren’t sorry yet. This will teach you to be more responsible.”
Traci put a restraint around each of her upper thighs. She grabbed Gina’s arms, slapping the girl’s breast a few times to get her to stand still. A butler brought her a long formal brown maternity dress, which Traci guided over her expanded frame. It took a moment to align, but once in place there were two small holes cut by the thighs. This allowed Traci to attach her wrist cuffs to the restraints on her legs, forcing the girl to keep her hands at her sides. The brown straps blended well with her long sleeved dress, appearing to be part of the ensemble to the untrained eye.

Gina’s sad brown eyes revealed her immense torment. Traci led her away as The Master got their attention. “Everyone get dressed, we are having guests in thirty minutes.” Lilly followed the rest of the girls into the hall and they separated into their rooms to prepare for the visit from unknown clients. Lilly wore a plum colored ankle-length, strapless dress. She moved her breasts up as she fit into the snug attire, giving her a pleasant amount of cleavage. She applied subtle makeup and ventured upstairs to socialize. I am kind of glad we will see some visitors. I know they are just Johns, but it will be a nice to have some straightforward sex.

Gina stood against the wall as a plain looking middle-aged man talked about himself. Gina was barely hiding her discomfort as sweat glistened on her brow and she shifted uncomfortably. Her companion was oblivious, rambling about how much money he was making at his new job. He seemed to be undeterred by her dominant belly.

Moving to the next room, Julie and Traci both sat chatting with an even older man. He eyed her as Julie finished her story. The man smirked as he turned back and excused himself. He stood and approached Lilly with an intoxicating confidence. The man took her hand and planted a light kiss. “My name is Patrick; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lilly’s heart fluttered. I have never met someone so smooth – he makes a wonderful first impression. “I’m Lilly.” There was a moment of uncertainty as they both expected her to continue. I’m a real charmer, she thought sarcastically.
“It is a wonderful evening; perhaps I can take you on a walk before dinner?”
“I… I think we should stay here for the night.” He said we can’t leave the house, but maybe this could be an exception? “How do you know our host?”
“We are business partners. I visit a couple of times per year to check in.”
 
He is being intentionally vague. I bet he is a real freak behind closed doors. I have met men like him before. She knew his cool charm was too good to be true. Still, I have to keep him entertained. That is what separates the prostitutes from the escorts: the foreplay. They chatted for about a half an hour before the butler summoned them for dinner.

Patrick led Lilly into the dining room. The conceited man who shadowed Gina helped the swollen woman into her seat. That punishment is worse than I thought. How long is he going to make her hold it? Gina’s face showed her misery as she plopped into the chair. The man struggled to slide her into place. He moved her too much and pressed her stomach into the edge of the table, eliciting a sad moan from the pained woman. He apologized and sat beside her.

With a few girls absent, the rest sat with various men in suits sprinkled between them. The Master tapped his glass with a utensil. “I am pleased everyone was able to attend. I hope you all enjoy this meal as well as the following desserts.” He smiled at the various ladies. “My only request is that you assist me with a little problem before you engage with your chosen company this evening.”

That sounds foreboding. The man sat and everyone started eating. The main dish was grilled Mahi-mahi and some interesting looking side dishes. Lilly had to build up courage to try some, but they all tasted wonderful. She couldn’t help stealing glances from Gina, who sat prodding at her food from across the table. Her companion smiled and said something to her. She made no response and Lilly could see he was getting irritated.

The Master took another bite as he watched the couple. “Gina, our chefs spent a great deal of time for this meal, you need to eat more than that.” Gina nodded to him and looked at her plate. She stabbed a bite of fish and placed it in her mouth, chewing with mild disgust. She had an audience by this point, and The Master shook his head. “Perhaps some wine would help? Owen, help her, please.”
Owen, the man next to her, took her cup of wine and brought it to her lips. She shook her head, but still gulped down some of the greenish-yellow wine. She coughed as he raised the base of the glass, forcing her drink even more. He brought the cup down as she recovered, looking frustrated.

“Gina is being punished today.” The Master said impassively. “She let one of our girls get man-handled by society. The girl is in no danger, but Gina needs discipline regardless.” He motioned to his butlers. He whispered a few phrases into the man’s ear before the servant led her away. “And that, my friends, is the problem we shall tackle after our dinner.”

They ate for a while longer, but Lilly could tell everyone was anxious, wondering what would befall Gina. Lilly excused herself to use the bathroom. Patrick bowed his head with acceptance as she made her way downstairs, hearing a noise beyond the door at the end of the hall. The butler that accompanied Gina exited and closed the door, heading upstairs. Lilly’s heart skipped a beat as she approached the closed door, knowing she should just leave the poor girl to her fate.

Instead, she eased the door open and stepped into the room. Gina sat in the center, still wearing her long brown dress with her wrists restrained to her thighs. Now, however, those bonds were also linked to some hooks upon the chair. She also wore a leather wraparound open-mouth gag with a small lock on the side. Two connected stainless steel rings forced her to keep her mouth spread open. The woman groaned, looking despondent.

Lilly stepped closer, putting a hand on Gina’s taught belly. She could feel the warmth of her skin from the beneath the layered chiffon dress. Gina spoke sloppily through the restraint. “You have to help me. Take this off, please! I can’t take any more!” Nearly weeping as she begged.
“I can’t, he will be back any moment and he will notice if you’re gone.”
“Please, please, please! I will do anything for you if you just free my hand, that’s all I’m asking!”

Lilly licked her lips nervously, looking for any unseen witness or camera. Once confident they were alone, she reached down and unclasped the bond on Gina’s right hand. The girl frantically worked her hand free and set to unlatching the hooks from the chair. She held her belly as she trotted clumsily to the door. She stopped with a loud gasp as footsteps approached. She searched for another escape, panicked as the door opened. The man’s chiseled face allowed a slight smile. “You aren’t finished quite yet, my dear.” He turned to the man behind him. The butler directed her back to the seat and reattached her bindings.

Gina groveled, begging the man to let her go to the restroom. Of course, he ignored her. The Master walked to Lilly, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. “She could have gotten you hurt or worse. You should not have tried to help her, now you only made her punishment more severe.” The men and women from upstairs stood watching in near silence.

The woman attached to the sturdy wooden chair trembled. She was a pitiful sight as she tried to talk with her mouth held open. “I learned my lesson, I will be more careful next time!” Drool glistened on the edge of the gag.
The Master shook his head. “I believe you, but now I’m using you as an example.” He waved another butler to retrieve a small rolling cart from the edge of the room. The servant removed the cloth to reveal a rubber ball, a strip of leather, a large transparent funnel with connected tube, and a quart carton of heavy whipping cream.

“Lilly, you are to do the honors.” The man in charge commanded, pointing to the funnel and then the carton. She looked around, seeing the other girls and their companions watching with varying levels of interest. Gina gave an exaggerated shake of her head with a pleading expression. Lilly begrudgingly took the funnel and put the end of the hose into the girl’s open mouth. It fit into the rings snugly as she took the open carton of cream and held it with her off hand. At his command, Taryn came behind the woman in the chair and held her head steady.

Lilly knew what she had to do. “I’m sorry, Gina.” She poured the thick white substance into the clear funnel and watched it slide down the tube and into Gina’s mouth. She tried to turn away, but Taryn kept her in place, tilting her head up to allow the cream to collect in her mouth. There was a small gap, allowing air to continually force more downward. Gina, however, refused to swallow as her cheeks bulged out.

“If you spill a drop then I will make you drink twice as much!” The Master said sternly.

Nearly to overflow, Gina finally gulped it down; she clenched her eyes as she continued swallowing the thick substance. Lilly paused until she finished what was already in the tube, allowing the woman to catch her breath. Taryn gave her an urging look. Lilly lifted the carton once again, splashing more cream into the funnel. She continued, with a few pauses and many frantic motions from the victim, until the entire container was empty. She withdrew the funnel’s hose and Gina wretched, her whole body convulsed and it looked as if she might vomit.

Taryn snatched the ball from the table and fit it into Gina’s gag. She grabbed the strip of leather and hastily affixed it over the open section of her mouth, creating a seal so nothing could come back up. At least, nothing can come out. Lilly stepped away and decided to rejoin the crowd. The Master put a hand on the heavily inflated woman’s shoulder as he spoke. “This will be a lasting reminder for her to be careful. Now, I shall open bids for some time with her before she empties.”

“Four thousand.”
“Six thousand!”
“Seven!”
Patrick smiled as he glanced to Lilly. “Eleven thousand for her and the one in purple.” He watched, and no one countered.
“Very well, he gets a package deal.” The others murmured for a short time before The Master continued. “Now you all shall take your ladies to their rooms to leave this trio to their fun!” He followed them out.

The butler unhooked Gina from the chair; Patrick and Lilly helped the rotund woman through the hall and into her room. The woman appeared distant as she sat upon her king sized bed. The man flipped her dress up to see the harness holding the plug in her ass. With her legs apart, it left her glistening pussy exposed. He brushed his fingertip over her privates and enjoyed how she squirmed.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t pass up such an… interesting opportunity.”
“You like them big, don’t you?” Lilly asked playfully. I have to make his experience enjoyable, but I bet he will finish pretty quickly. I just hope Gina can last. Lilly stroked the crotch of the man’s pants. “What turns you on?” She was far more confident in the bedroom, she realized.

Patrick moved her arms up and removed her dress, pleased that she was naked beneath. He unbuttoned his shirt as he directed her. “Give her a good lick, but don’t you dare let her cum.”

Lilly used all her strength to slide the burdened woman to the edge of the bed. Kneeling, she gave the girl a few quick licks. I’m afraid she’s going to cum as soon as I start. The man undressed behind them as he waited for a show. Lilly decided to prolong the experience as she started probing Gina’s pussy. She shook Gina’s filled belly, causing the girl to grumble as she was being pleasured. Gina pushed her hips upward as the pain subsided.

Lilly stood and put a hand in the center of her friend’s fleshy midsection, pressing downward forcefully. Gina gave muted screams from behind the gag, shaking her whole body in an attempt to diffuse the pain. Lilly was about to go to her knees once again when the man edged her aside. “My turn.” He lifted her legs, with her arms still trapped at her sides. The man slipped himself inside, pushing his weight down upon her as he bottomed out. He rolled her backward, causing her hips to push up against him. Gina struggled to break free, but it was fruitless. The man slammed her with no regard, ignoring her obvious torment.

He lifted her hips higher, nearly standing above her on the bed as he drove his cock down and into her. He reached down and removed the covering from her gag, allowing her to speak somewhat. Gina was past using words, however, screaming with each thrust and thrashing her restrained hands wildly as he pumped her from above. It looked awkward, the older man squishing the heavily inflated girl in the tight dress. She gave pained whimpers, grunting in extreme agony as he gave one final hard thrust. He pulled out and let her fall onto the bed, bouncing slightly as her legs straightened. The man stroked himself as he went to a knee and launched streams of hot jizz onto her face.

Gina couldn’t fight back as the man inserted his cock into her open mouth, shooting the last few loads down her throat. Lilly felt bad for the girl as he held in place, buried in her mouth until he was finished. She gagged as he withdrew. “That was fun.” He tucked his limp cock away as he stepped down to the floor. He marveled at the immense woman lying spread, coughing upon the bed. He patted the restrained girl’s knee. “If you make her cum then you can empty out, deal?” She lay motionless, finally recovered from the coughing fit. The man angrily jabbed two fingers against the harness over her ass. Gina jerked away in an instant, vehemently agreeing due to the pain.

Patrick ushered Lilly onto the bed. “Clean her up first.” Lilly made a show of licking the man’s seed from Gina’s cheek and swallowing it. The man watched as he sat on the adjacent sofa. She traced her tongue along the disjointed woman’s face, lapping up every spot of the sticky substance.
“All gone.” Lilly could see Gina was now expressionless, devoid of any pain or anguish. A few remaining tears streamed from her empty eyes. That’s not good at all.
The man smiled. “Good, now sit on her face. Bring her back to the fun.”

Sighing sadly, Lilly lowered herself onto the swollen woman’s open mouth. Gina made no attempt to please her, so Lilly went even lower spreading her legs until she was smothering the poor girl. Gina clicked back to reality, thrusting her hips up in an attempt to wriggle free. Lilly lost her balance and fell forward onto the woman’s mountainous belly. Gina wailed, startling Lilly as she frantically shot upward. The woman in brown had a new sense of urgency, giving short, quick gasps as she furiously darted her tongue in Lilly’s pussy.

Leaning forward with care, Lilly found a spot where minimal weight was on the distended belly, resting her head on the pleasantly warm stomach. She found comfort as she felt orgasm coming. Lilly held the girl’s ass as she moved her own hips, feeling the girl’s extended tongue brushing her button.

The man, aroused again, approached hastily. His dick was hard and ready as he jammed it into the unsuspecting woman’s opening. Putting his hands on her sides, Lilly was already at the point of no return, pushing her hips lower to muffle the restrained woman’s screams. He forced her downward onto the girl’s belly and fucked her wildly. Lilly’s orgasm came as the man pumped the bottom girl faster. He lasted only a few seconds, pulling out to shoot his load into Lilly’s mouth and Gina’s trimmed mound.

There was a long pause before the man unclipped Gina’s hand restraints and went back to the couch. Lilly rolled aside as the inflated girl lazily lifted her burdened frame. Lilly spun around and promptly assisted her, leading her with slow, calculated steps toward the bathroom. Her hefty stomach swayed as they went in and closed the door. Fumbling with the harness around her waist, Lilly held the edge of the butt-plug as the girl readied herself to sit upon the toilet. “Do it… please…” It was one of the saddest things Lilly ever heard. She popped the toy free and washed her hands as the girl gave tormented cries, releasing unreal amounts of water.

Back in the room, Patrick sat leisurely. “Come, sit with me until she comes out.”
“I don’t think she can handle any more tonight.”
He smiled. “I think you’re right, but I want to make sure she’s okay before I bring you back to your room. That was quite the punishment for her.”
Lilly nodded, leaning against the man as he casually rubbed her breast. Deep down he does care. Lilly nuzzled against the older man’s chest.

Harley’s Party

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“Thanks for the gift, Mr. J! I’ll take care of little miss bat-brain for you!” Harley glowed as she watched the Joker upon the monitor. He was leaning out of the car, firing wildly as it swerved around a corner.

“Be sure that you do, sweet-ums! I can only keep the Bat entertained for so long!” He moved the phone into the car to watch one of his henchmen behind the wheel, who kept glancing over nervously. “It’s even harder with help like this!” The Joker held his revolver to the man’s head. “Go faster you numb-skull! He’s only chasing us with a tank!” His characteristic laugh was the last thing Harley heard as the call ended.

“He’s such a doll. He told me to throw you a party! Isn’t that thoughtful?”

Barbara Gordon struggled against the rope wound around her midsection. Joker’s thugs got a lucky hit in and had tied her to a short, heavy wooden table. She couldn’t come close to breaking it, she knew. Harley removed her mask, allowing her red hair to hang freely upon the ground. Barbara’s defiant green eyes watched the showy clown princess. “Barbara Gordon? Ha! Ain’t that a laugh!”

“You don’t have long. Robin is probably already watching us.”

Harley stepped behind the subdued heroine and yanked her tight-fitting boots and pants off. Barbara struggled fruitlessly. Her firm rump elevated as her face pressed against the wood. “Maybe your crush will enjoy the show then!” Harley’s dyed pigtails bounced as she shook her head. “Or maybe little Robin is off dealing with a cat burglar. Oh, wait, was I supposed to keep that secret? I can never tell who Selina is with these days.” She laughed.

“Oh, I’m just kiddin’! We both know Robin is just too goody-two-shoes for that kind of thing.” Harley grabbed a small ball from her pocket. “Now, about this party we’re having – I’ve got the perfect way to start!” She licked the ball and placed it between Barbara’s exposed cheeks. She grabbed her wooden baseball bat and wound up dramatically for the swing. She tapped it right on the spot, forcing the wet ball into Batgirl’s ass.

Barbara yelped and squirmed. The pain just subsided as Harley planted another semi-damp ball between her pliable ass-cheeks. She swung again, knocking a second ball into the helpless hero. “Little batsy having a hard time? Well, might as well try for three!” She put a third in place and turned the baseball bat, using the large end to force the sphere into the screaming woman.

Harley danced in front of a grunting Barbara. “You think that’s bad?” She spoke sweetly before angrily yelling the rest. “Wait until you get a load of this!” She pulled out a detonator switch and made a show of pressing the button. Barbara felt three sequential pops in her bowels. Her belly bulged in time with the blasts. Harley laughed manically as Barbara struggled, her belly now swollen outward. “You’ll be farting confetti for a month!”

The door slammed open. “Everything okay, boss?”
“Of course it is, you idiot!” Harley was about to berate the goon, instead she gave a thoughtful look to Batgirl. “Actually, you two got here just in time. I think she was getting lonely. You can’t have a party with just two.” The two thugs closed the door and stepped in, grinning from ear to ear. They both stared at the partially clothed, unmasked woman tied to a table.

“Take off your pants, you hornballs! You ain’t getting’ me, but you can imagine it as you plow her!”

Trotting to a nearby table, Harley pulled away a sheet to reveal a cake, a bowl of fizzy cola, and two wrapped presents. “Who wants some cake?” Harley held the confection in front of her victim. She grabbed a handful of the generic chocolate cake and stuffed it against Barbara’s closed mouth. “Eat up or I will get upset!” Harley forced a second handful mostly into her mouth this time.  “You can have your cake and eat it too!” She happily continued force-feeding the hero.

“No more.” Barbara managed to mumble in between bites.
“Aww, so humble. It’s okay, you’re kind of skinny.“ She grabbed the last big glob of cake and pushed it into Batgirl’s mouth.  “Isn’t that yummy?”

The goons stood behind her, naked from the waist down. They moved closer. “Not so fast, there are still presents to open!”  Harley grabbed a handful of napkins to clean the girl’s face. “Care for something to drink?” Barbara shook her head. “Oh well, your loss.” She opened the larger present. It was a large plastic syringe. “You know what this is, batsy?”

Harley proceeded to place the tip into the bowl of cola and drew the handle upward. “Looks like you’re going to get some pop after all!” Once it was full, she carried it over and wiggled the tip into her ass. Her victim kicked and struggled, but the henchmen easily held her legs apart. Barbara felt the end slip in and then a blast of ice-cold fluid poured into her rectum. “I bet you didn’t expect to get popped like this, eh bats?” Harley guffawed. She had one of her henchmen bring the bowl closer and set it behind her. “You were pretty hungry, so I’m sure you’ll want most of this to wash it down!” She shrugged. “Wash it up? I dunno how this is going to work.” She cackled.

Barbara felt another blast of chilly fluid go into her ass. She grumbled and struggled, but she was unable to break free. Another load pushed inside. Barbara’s belly audibly detested the unwelcome dose. The fourth hurt immensely as Harley forced it in. “Looks like she’s at her limit. There is so much left… Might as well go for one more drink!” Barbara wiggled her ass in a fruitless attempt to evade the enema. She screeched, begrudgingly accepting the liquid. Once the tip came free she involuntarily let some out. Batgirl whimpered as she fought to retain the rest.

“Aw, what a sight.” Harley allowed her to struggle for a short time before hitting one of the brutes on the shoulder. “Well, what are ya waiting for? Plug her up!”

One of the goons moved behind her and carefully placed the tip of his cock against her pinched asshole. He pressed in as the victim yelped and groaned. Halfway in, he paused. “Wait, what’s the other present, boss?”

“Good question!” Harley ripped open the tiny package to reveal a large, bulbous butt plug. “Looks like she had a plug after all… Oh well!” She came closer and bent down to look Barbara in the eyes. “How you doin’, party animal?”

“Go to hell, Harleen!”
“She’s got quite a mouth! I think you should plug that up!” The second goon moved in front of her and grabbed a tuft of her hair, enticing her to open her mouth and let him inside. The man behind her had been easing his way in slowly, and he was now balls deep.

Batgirl couldn’t imagine herself in such a predicament, huffing as the ruffian used his cock to seal her ass. He began a slow rhythm, allowing her backside to retain most of the fluid. The man in front pressed in without prompt. He slid past her tonsils quickly. She wretched and turned, sputtering and coughing. He jerked her hair and he started again, sliding his notably large, thick cock down her throat. She choked it down unwillingly. He moved carefully, which allowed her to accept it entirely.

Harleen made a showy gesture. “Look at that bulge! She’s taking every inch of it!”

The man behind her drew back and slammed his shaft up her filled ass. Barbara gagged on the cock in her mouth, unable to get away from the painful intruder in her backside.

“I ain’t gonna last long, boss.” The burly man spoke defeatedly.
“What do I care? Pop it in her ass, I’m sure she won’t mind, right bats?” She choked again in response. Harley crawled atop the victim and sat open legged upon her back. She spread Batgirl’s ass as the henchmen increased his speed. Barbara felt every inch sliding in her ass, stirring up the carbonated drink in her belly. The man who used her mouth increased pace as well. Harley glanced over her shoulder, smiling.

“You boys can just imagine that you’re railing me down here.” Harley leaned forward, lying upon the restrained heroine. She looked up to the man fucking Barbara’s ass as she held it open. “Just imagine that you’re slipping in and out of my tight little behind. Your hard cocks exploring my warm nooks and crannies.” Harley’s firm ass showing to the other man from beneath her contour hugging latex suit. He could see her skin-tight red and black leggings.

Both men weren’t holding back at this point. They slammed Barbara relentlessly until they both reached climax, one after the other. “There ya go! Fill the bat! Teach her a lesson!” Harley wiggled her behind atop the subdued girl. “Doesn’t that feel good, havin a bunch of spunk comin in from both directions?” She jumped up and spanked Barbara’s supple rump. The girl only managed a gargling noise as the goon’s cock still blocked her throat, forcing seed into her belly. “I think she likes it!”

Harley stepped aside and grabbed the butt plug from the table. “I guess we do need this after all!” She danced closer and shoved the henchman behind Barbara away. Harley quickly pressed a long object into her sticky butthole before following it with the pear shaped butt plug. The man in front slid his cock out and stepped away, leaving lines of drool and sperm to fall to the floor. She had no time to think about all of the man’s seed she had swallowed, as she felt a rumbling in her bowels. Sharp pains caused her to scream in agony, causing confusion as the men watched her. Her belly grew noticeably, swelling as it churned. “Make it stop!”

Harley laughed as she watched. “Afraid I can’t help now. Those candy mints make quite the reaction, don’t they? I put a whole package in you!” Batgirl clenched her teeth and struggled against her bonds. Harley stepped back, pleased with the display. “Fine, cut her loose. She can’t do much with that spare tire anyway!”

One man grabbed a knife from his vest and cut the rope. Barbara tumbled onto her back, her belly now allowed to grow freely upward. The tight latex of her suit was pushed up just beneath her breasts. Her distended belly appeared to be ready to pop, as her exposed lower half lay lifeless. Her pussy was wet with her own juices as she struggled to endure the pain.

Harleen put the flat of her shoe against the girl’s privates. Barbara moved weakly, attempting to stop her, failing to reach around her heavy belly. “I don’t want to kill you tonight, bats, I just want you to remember this lesson.” She pressed her foot harder. Batgirl let out a weak sigh as she gripped her stomach. The worst has passed, but I can’t quite reach her. Barbara tried to ignore the discomfort as the air in her belly searched for an escape. The reaction seemed to stop, and her belly was at its peak.

She groaned and feigned extra anguish to search the room. Her utility belt was a few feet away, but in her state she knew she wouldn’t reach it fast enough. With Harley’s shoe pressing against her exposed vagina, she chose another option. She pressed her hips upward, moaning as she closed her eyes. Sweat dampened her red hair as she lay at their mercy.

“Get a load of this, she’s into it!” Harley pressed just a bit harder, causing her to gasp and moan. “Well, I was going to be nice and not use her cooter, but you only live once, right? Get back in there, mush for brains.” She picked the goon with the larger, still semi-erect cock. He went to his knees and moved closer.

“Wait, let me be on top, please!” I can reach my belt if I just get the upper hand.

The goon ignored her pleas. His painted face showing his teeth in a creepy grin as he moved his cock up and down against her warm, wet lips. He guided himself inside as he watched her face contort. “I wanna watch you squirm, bitch.” The man’s voice was coarse. He moved his torso lower, putting weight on her inflated belly. He pressed in as he lay upon her. She knew he wouldn’t last long even though it was his second round.

The other goon stepped closer to the observing villainess. His organ grew rigid, and his eyes watched Harley’s formed backside as she paid him no mind. The man set his jaw and brought a hand to touch her ass indecisively. Harley turned and smiled playfully. “I see what you really want.” She grabbed his cock and rubbed it gently. “You want a little love from mama, don’tcha?”

Barbara mustered all of her strength and rolled her aggressor onto his back. She lay upon him, showing her agony as the liquid and air sloshed in her belly. The man had slipped out, but it was wet enough to allow him right back in. “I like it when a lady takes charge.” The man raised his hips, effortlessly lifting her added weight, and began pounding her. She could barely focus as he fucked her. The belt is right there, I just need to reach it.

A gunshot caused them both to freeze. The man fell to the ground beside Harley. He had pulled her suit low enough to show most of her left breast. She ignored the exposure as she talked down to the corpse. “You goddamn buffoon! You stupid sack of crap! You know I’m off limits, but you try anyway! Why are men so stupid!” Her unbridled rage faded as she turned to the man beneath an inflated Batgirl. “What are you watching me for?” She seemed to snap back into a good mood. “The party is still goin’!” Blood pooled beside her and she stepped away indifferently.

The man resumed pounding Barbara. Thankfully, I think that distraction bought me some more time before he finishes. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her arms as he pounded her pussy. He lifted her enough that she could plant her feet subtly and she waited until he was nearly finished before she took action. Now! She shot forward as fast as her burdened body allowed. Grabbing her utility belt, she looked back to see the man shooting strings of cum into the air and Harley aiming her gun.

Batgirl launched a batarang, knocking the gun underneath a nearby desk. She quickly found the grappling hook and launched it onto the leg of the low, heavy table she was strapped to. She tugged with all her strength and watched it catch and fall upon the still distracted thug. She heard something snap, followed by his whimpering, knowing that he wouldn’t be a threat any more.

The painted woman grabbed her baseball bat and tucked her breast back into her suit as she buttoned it again. “Nice moves for a tub like you!” She tossed a party favor, distracting Batgirl, as she lunged forward and kicked her right in the belly. Barbara rolled backwards, shrieking in misery. Harley brought the bat around to swing, but Batgirl triggered her trap. A small explosion caused the floor to disappear beneath the wild villainess.

After the dust settled, Barbara looked down to see Harley Quinn lying unconscious amidst the rubble. She’ll live. She stood awkwardly, looking at the scene. They saw my face. The thug did not know who she was, but Harley sure did. Barbara only hoped she hit with enough force to cause some short-term memory loss. I’ll deal with that later if I have to.

She decided it was time to turn on her GPS tracker. Barbara hit the hidden button in her suit and took stock of herself. I can’t let Tim find me like this. Naked from the waist down with a belly that appeared noticeably pregnant; she shuffled to her clothes and bent down to grab them carefully.

Barbara hurried to pull her top down and her pants up, struggling to buckle her utility belt over her inflated belly. Her snug pants pressed the plug in her ass deeper, causing even more torment. Her tummy surged and roiled as she snapped the belt together; luckily it stretched more than she expected. Her suit was incredibly tight, but that helped to hide her distended belly. It pained her to bend down for her mask, but she knew Tim would be here soon. She moved her hair aside and slipped on her cowl, huffing laboriously.

She mentally focused herself, trying to ignore the discomfort and think of how to clean up this mess. She hurriedly redressed the half-naked thugs and used her hacking tool to erase the camera footage. It took time, but eventually she hid all clues that might cause Tim to think she was captured. All finished.

Mere moments passed before she heard something above her – Robin perched in the rafters. “Looks like you had fun.” He dropped down and took stock of the unconscious trio.

I’m glad he’s not very observant sometimes. She took special care not to touch her squished belly. “Yeah, took some effort this time. Mind bringing them in for me, Tim? I need to head back.”
“They must’ve done a number on you. You look like crap.”
“I survived.”
Tim grinned. “Yeah, I’ll clean up here. Nice job.”
She wondered if he had been there longer than she realized. Batgirl pushed the thought out of her mind. “All in a night’s work, Boy Wonder.” They laughed. Barbara hid her pain as she launched a grappling hook and disappeared out the window.Hopefully no one will ever know about tonight. The things we do for this city…