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WARNING:  The following story is for ADULTS ONLY!!  It contains scenes
of nudity and sexual situations that are for ADULTS ONLY!  If you aren’t
18 or older GO AWAY!!  If scenes of nudity or sexual situations offend
you, GO AWAY!  And if you are a moralist, a bible-thumper, a misguided
social worker, an overzealous and domineering parent, a member of the
Clinton Administration, Christian Coalition, or simply a postal
inspector impersonating a real human being - FUCK YOU!!  READ THE
CONSTITUTION YOU PRICKS!!

All characters in this story are copyright by DC Comics.  This story is
designed for personal entertainment only and should not be redistributed
for profit under any circumstance.  If you do, you’ll find out that
Time-Warner lawyers are worse bitches than Janet Reno and Hillary
Clinton ever could be!

This story is not based on current DC continuum.  That means Bruce Wayne
is still Batman, Barbara Gordon is still Batgirl, Dick Grayson is still
Robin, Alfred is still the Wayne family butler, and the Joker is STILL
the clown prince of crime!  Everyone got it?  COOL!

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Batgirl - Blow-up Doll 
- by MD James

The Gotham City Carnival has always been a stable family attraction, a
break from the chaos and madness going on everywhere else.  Today was no
exception.

"C’mon Barb!"

Barbara Gordon stood shakily at the entranceway to the tent while her
friend Janice tried to coax her in.

"I-I don’t think so.." Barbara said.

"Oh don’t be chicken!" Janice said.  "Look, I’ve been to two or three of
these places before.  Madame Vie is probably going to read your palm,
make up some incantation, hand you a crystal, and charge you $5 on the
way out.  That’s all!"

"I don’t know.."

Janice grabbed Barbara’s hand and led her inside.  "C’mon!"

The tent was decorated no differently than a fortune teller’s would;
colored scarves, burning incense, scented candles.  The only thing
missing was a crystal ball or a deck of tarot cards.

"Hello?"

Not seeing anyone else in the tent, Barbara started to turn around to
leave.

"HALT!"

A middle-aged woman, dressed in black, came out from behind the back of
the tent.  Although she had traditional gypsy features, she spoke in a
clear western accent.  She pointed a finger at Janice.  "You!  Wait
outside."  Then she pointed at Barbara.  "You!  Sit down!"

Janice started to leave when Barbara protested.  "No.. I don’t think.."

"If you leave now, you will NEVER get your heart’s desire," Madame Vie
said.  "The brightness in your darker heart will fade forever!  Do you
want that to happen?"

Barbara wanted to think about it, then Janice started to leave.  "I’ll
just be outside, Barbara.." she whispered.  "Just shout if anything is
wrong.."

Barbara wanted to leave, but instead she sat down at the table.  "I
don’t know why I’m doing this," she said softly.

"Because it is your heart’s desire that WILLS it," Madame Vie said.  "I
know this to be true.  I can sense the yearning within you the minute
you came in!  You seek someone.. someone unattainable..  someone with a
heart even darker than yours.."

Barbara nodded nervously, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.  This
conversation was dangerously close to exposing her secret life as the
caped crusader Batgirl.

"That is why I told your friend to wait outside.  This was not for her
to hear.  You strongly desire this man, yes?"

Again, Barbara nodded.

"You have talents you are not aware of," Madame Vie said.  "Talents that
you know little about, but will bring him to you.  Give me your hands."

Barbara’s hands were shaking as she placed them on the table.  Madame
Vie grabbed hold of them.  Barbara went over her options should the
Madame Vie be less than friendly.  From where she was, she could quickly
head-butt the Madame to break her hold and leave, or she could
somersault over the table and exit through the back of the tent.  Either
way would be bloody and brutal, but quick.

Madame Vie pulled out a small medallion on a chain.  "This is the amulet
of Jaka - the ancient god of love and sex."

"Jaka?  I’ve never heard of him before.."

The older woman smiled.  "Yes.. Jaka was the father to all great masters
of sex and love.  It is HIS power that made great things such as the
Karma Sutra possible."

Barbara didn’t say anything, but simply took it all in.  It HAD to be a
fake.  She’s a librarian, with access to all sorts of books, and she’s
never even HEARD of this Jaka character.  So she figures, what’s to
worry?

"Jaka protects me," Vie said.  "Jaka empowers me.  And now I ask that he
empower you!"  She closed her eyes and began to chant.  "Oh great Jaka..
Oh great Jaka.. Jaka oh powerful.. Jaka my master and lover..  I ask
that you give your love to this woman.. fill her heart with your power..
fill her body with the power only you possess!  Oh great Jaka.. Oh great
Jaka.."

Madame Vie then began to convulse and shake.  "OOOHHHH… Jaka… Yes!..
Fill me with your love!.. Fill her with your power!… YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Barbara could swear that Madame Vie was climaxing as she chanted.  There
was a musky odor in the air, which she assumed was just the incense. 
But other than that, she felt no differently.

Then Madame Vie collapsed on the table.

"Madame?" Barbara said as she tried to shake the woman.

"I am still here," Madame Vie replied, her head still on the table. 
"Jaka has spoken and will help you get your heart’s desire."

"Oh," Barbara said as she started to get up.  "Well, this has been
quite.. interesting.."

Vie shot up from the table and thrust the medallion into the younger
woman’s hands.  "You must wear this around your neck tonight.  As you
sleep, Jaka will prepare you to receive his power.  Tomorrow, your
talents will be at their best when your heart’s desire is present.  He
will not resist your talents when they are at their best."

Barbara looked at the medallion.  It was supposed to be of Jaka, but she
could swear it looked like Buddha.  Oh well, she figured, no harm done
in wearing it tonight.

"OK," she said as she slid the medallion over her head and slipped it
between her cleavage.  Then she reached for her purse.  "How much do
I..?"

Madame Vie sat back down at the table.  "I need no money," she said. 
"My service to Jaka is more than enough.  But if you can spare three
dollars to cover for the medallion, I will be grateful."

Barbara put the money on the table and left the tent.

"So," Janice said, "what did she say?"

Barbara smiled.  "Just mumbled something about this god Jaka, went into
a trance, gave me a medallion to wear tonight and asked for three
dollars."

"That’s all?" Janice said with a frown.  "I would have expected
something more.."

Later that night, Barbara decided against going on her nightly patrol as
Batgirl and instead catch up on the sleep she’s been lacking.  She
simply deduced her fatigue to the long nights she spent on surveillance
of a local crank manufacturing plant.  Drugs were nothing new to her,
and she’s helped bust a few labs in her time, but this one was different
- they were using runaways to help make the drugs.  She had little
tolerance for drugs, but the kind of slime who exploited runaways was
the breaking point.  She really wanted to break this group, and do it
right so they couldn’t weasel out of it in court.

As she slept, the medallion lay between her warm breasts and the white
nightshirt.

* * * * *

The following night Barbara was dressed in her Batgirl outfit. 
Everything seemed normal.. except that her uniform felt a tad too tight,
especially near the top.  She simply checked it off as nerves, since she
always felt her skin-tight uniform was a bit too tight before she begins
a raid.  She was never comfortable wearing an outfit that left nothing
to hide for her.  She couldn’t even wear a bra to cover up her erect
nipples as they stuck through the outfit.

The drug lab was inside a condemned hotel.  They chased out the hookers
and homeless people who were using it and quickly produced their
poisons.  The lab itself was in the old conference room, which was
accessible from the outside through the service entrance.  There were
two armed guards at the back entrance, but that never stopped Batgirl
before.  A quick Batarang and a side thrust kick turned the guards into
unconscious bookends.

She grabbed some flare pellets and was about to switch on the spectrum
lenses in her mask when she heard the sound of bullets and wood
splintering from the inside.  Did they know about her?  Maybe it was a
rival gang..  What about the runaways?

Putting caution to the wind, she pulled out a small concussion pellet
and threw it at the door.  The metal structure was blasted open.  Then
she threw in the flare pellets to blind anyone on the other side.

Batgirl was about to rush in when a man rushed out blindly, almost
knocking her down in the process.  She turned and was about to chase him
when a bat-line whizzed past her head to snare the man.  She turned
around to find Batman standing behind her.

"You almost let this guy get away," he said icily.  "If you didn’t throw
those flash bombs he would have gotten away."

Batgirl was floored.  This was her raid!  She’s the one who spent
countless nights staking out the place!  She felt the rage burning up
inside her.  How DARE Batman steal her thunder?

"Listen.." she started to say.

But Batman finished tying up the man and turned around to face her. 
"Not now," he ordered.  "The police will be here in seconds to pick up
the slime and take care of the kids."  He then pointed to the two guards
Batgirl had earlier taken care of.  "Tie them up, then meet me in the
next alley!"

The anger rose as she complied to Batman’s request.  She heard the
police cars from the other side of the building and knew it would only
be a matter of seconds before her other escape route would be closed
off.  She leapt up to the fire escape of the adjoining building, then
followed it up to the roof.  Twirling her own bat-line, she then
descended to the alleyway behind the Pussycat Lounge.

The dark knight waited silently for her in the shadows.  Since she still
had her spectrum lenses on, she was able to quickly spot him.

She landed like a cat, but now she felt her outfit getting even
tighter.  Maybe it was still nerves.  She had never confronted Batman
about his actions before now.  Maybe she should start doing so..

"Just who the HELL do you think you are?" she started.  "I’ve staked
that place out for NIGHTS getting ready to make my move, and you just
waltz in here with my bust?"

Batman was about to reply, but instead he kept quiet.  His attention was
focused on something else.

"Well?" Batgirl said.  "I’m talking to you.. I.."

Then she realized that something WAS wrong.  Her outfit was getting
REALLY tight around her chest.  

She looked down and discovered that her breasts were now larger than
before.  She first thought it was simply the way the spectrum lenses
interpreted the images, but when she turned the lenses off, she noticed
that her breasts were still growing, getting larger by the minute.  The
bat-insignia on the front of her outfit began to get distorted as her
bustline continued to increase.

"Batman.." she said in shock, "what’s… happening… to.. me?"  She put her
hands up to her breasts in a vain attempt to stop them from growing.

"I.. don’t.. know.." was the only reply.

In a dumpster at the entrance of the alley, Sam "Shutterbug" Sleezeback
poked his head over the edge.  He was initially there to get pictures of
Taffy Tassels as she stepped out back for a little "illegal" fucking. 
Taffy was the biggest feature performer in town, and rumored to fuck
anything that can move after one of her shows.  But instead, he was
getting a treat he wasn’t expecting!  There she was - Bat-fucking-girl,
giving a show of her own to Batman!  He couldn’t see too well, but she
was clearly holding her tits and moaning in front of that dark knight
dimwit.

"UUUNNGGHHH!" she moaned as she could feel her tits continue to grow. 
What was that about now being able to wear a bra underneath her outfit? 
If she wore one now, it would have popped from the growth!

Batman reached for his belt.  "Hold on, I’m bringing the batmobile in."

He turned away for only a second when he heard Batgirl moan again, this
time in pleasure.  He turned back to face her, only to notice that her
hands went down to her groin.  There was a distinct odor in the air..
the smell of a woman in orgasmic pleasure.  Her breasts were now 44DD,
and he knew the outfit was near the breaking point.  The outfit was a
mixture of Kevlar and Spandex, but he knew even those fibers weren’t
designed to be stretched forever.

"Batgirl," he said calmly, "your cape.. cover yourself with your…"

RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

Like a popped balloon, the front of Batgirl’s outfit split open,
revealing her now 46DDD breasts to the cold night air.  The suddenness
of the tearing thrust her back on the ground, where she lay there with
her legs spread.  In the light, Batman could see her groin was damp with
her sex juices.  The tear in her outfit went down all the way to the
thin blue panties in the front of her crotch.

"AAAHHH!" shrieked Batgirl.  "I… can’t…. stop… it!…  UUUNNGGHHHH!!! 
I’m… I’m.. Oh god… no…. not here… NO!!!!!"

She spasmed as she came, her growing tits giggling like twin mountains
of Jell-O.

Then Batman could hear another sound in the distance..

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK..

The faint sound of Sam’s camera clicking off frame after frame of
Batgirl’s predicament would have been ignored by anyone.. anyone except
Batman!  He turned around to see Sam at the entranceway of the alley,
with a night-sensitive telescopic lens to catch everything in full
color!

"Yeah baby!" Sleezeback said as he continued to click of picture after
picture.  "Jiggle them Bat-bitch! Grab your nipples!"

Batman was about to pursue him when he heard Batgirl moan again.  When
he turned back her breasts were even larger.. the size of twin
basketballs.  At the rate they were growing, she would be smothered in a
matter of minutes unless he did something now.

"Damn," he mumbled as he let Sleezeback run away with the incriminating
photos.

"I.. I… I…. UUNNGGHHH!!!!… can’t… take… any.. more… of … this…" she said
as she continued to pant.  "Do… some.. thing… NOW!"

Batman cocked his hand back, then slammed down towards her solar plexus
with the palm of his hand.  Batgirl screamed in pain, her whole body
shaking in shock.  Then she was unconscious.

Batman then checked her vitals.  She was still alive, and the growth of
her breasts seemed to have stopped.  He rolled her to her side just long
enough to pull off her cape and use it to cover her up.

Batgirl’s scream attracted the attention of the club employees and
dancers, who raced outside to find out what was going on.  Taffy Tassels
giggled at the sight of Batman carrying Batgirl towards the waiting
batmobile.

Batman strapped the unconscious Batgirl in the side seat, then gave a
menacing look at the onlookers.  The message was simple and unspoken: 
None of Your Business!

*****
continued in part 2

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