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This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
friends. I did not write these stories.
Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
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BATMAN - THE WEB
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Chapter 1 - The Setup
It was night. Batman's favorite part of the day, according to the
newspapers. But that was only because that was when the
criminals were most active. I was slowly working my way along a
rooftop as I searched for a good place to observe and wait.
A recent rash of robberies in this neighborhood all occurred within
a three block area surrounding the Hart Building; that I was now
standing on. A police stakeout was on the street below, but I did
not have much faith in their power of observation. After all, they
didn't see me enter the alley or climb up the fire escapes to the
roof. From my vantage point, I could see the unmarked police car
with the two undercover policemen trying to blend in with the
neighborhood. Looking at the streets below, I decided that the
north corner of the building would give me the best viewpoint.
As I climbed up on the north corner, I noticed that someone had
spray painted "Batman Slept Here.". I grimly wished that I had
been here when the vandal spray painted the building. Not
because I was upset with my name being taken in vain, but
because the building had been defaced. I did not tolerate any
illegal actions.
As I walked across the roof to get the best view point, I felt my knee
stretch a trip wire that was invisible in the dark. My reflexes
propelled me backwards and into a somersault roll behind an air
conditioner shaft as a small explosion sounded. I looked around
the air conditioner and smelled the putrid smell of a small
firecracker. A quick flick of the Batlight found the trip wire and the
remains of the firecracker.
"Why would any put a trip wire here?" I mused quietly to myself.
A quick scan of the area using the Batlight showed no other
surprises. As I stood, I brushed the dirt from my uniform where I
had rolled on the rooftop. I felt a little tenderness on my left palm
and right leg. Looking at my hand, I discovered that I had two
small cuts on my palm and three small cuts on my legs. Flicking
the Batlight back to the area where I had seeked cover, I discovered
the area was covered with many small shards of broken glass. I
opened my Bat-utility belt and got some antiseptic swabs from my
first aid kit.
After I cleaned the minor cuts, I very carefully continued out to the
roof edge to continue my neighborhood observation. The rest of
the roof was ok.
I spent the next three hours sitting and watching. Once, I saw
someone that was acting suspicious, but nothing occurred. About
two thirty, I decided that nothing was going to happen in this area
tonight and headed back to where I had parked the Batmobile.
I drove the Batmobile through the deserted streets making a last
round before heading home. After a quick circuit, I drove to the
road to the Batcave.
The road to the Batcave had a secret turnoff. Many years ago, I
had installed electronics to monitor this road and to let me know
when anyone was where they could see the Batmobile turning off
the road. Looking at this monitor, I saw that everything was
acceptable and activated the Batcave door opener. I turned off the
main road and quickly entered the Batcave as the door shut
automatically. I drove the Batmobile to the parking area and got
out.
As I entered the Bat-dressing area, I pulled my cowl and cape off
and hung it up. Then I removed my gloves and looked at my hand
where I got the minor cuts earlier. I saw a little tinge of reddish
infection on each of the cuts. I stripped the rest of my Caped
Crusader's costume off and examined my legs; to discover similar
infections there also.
I opened up the main first aid kit and re-applied antiseptics and
bandages after cleansing the areas. Nothing usual about getting a
small infection from a scrape. I got enough of those cuts and
minor infections to not be worried about it.
After taking a shower, I went upstairs to my mansion. The home of
Bruce Wayne, my alter ego. Alfred had already turned in for the
night and Dick Grayson, my ward, was at college. I missed Dick's
company and wished that the college that Dick had accepted, was
not so far away. Dick's alter ego was Robin and I also missed
having the Teen Wonder accompany me on my nightly patrols.
Well, Dick will be home in another six weeks for a three week
break between courses.
I laid down and went to sleep in my big bed. Being a very
handsome and eligible millionaire playboy, I could have had almost
anyone that I desired, waiting on me in bed. But I had decided
years ago, that I must live a single life because of my commitment
to be Batman. I could never share my life with anyone because I
could not risk them if anyone ever discovered my secret identity.
As I drifted off to sleep, I had some very pleasant thoughts about
my meeting tomorrow with Vickie Vale, the young girl reporter that
I frequently escorted to functions. I quickly fell asleep.
******
Her thigh was pressed against mine and the smell of her recently
shampooed hair was driving me up the wall. I had a very hard
erection, because she had just climbed in bed with me. We were
both naked and lying in my bed. She motioned me to suck on her
titty and as I reached for it; I woke up. Alone in my bed. With a
king-size erection. Vickie was not here. I was all alone and had a
very solid erection. That was a very realistic dream.
I laid back down, but my cock remained hard and kept me awake.
It wanted release and I needed it. It had been almost six weeks
since I had sex with that singer that I had picked up that night.
I opened my nightstand and removed the small bottle of oil and the
clean-up towels. I removed my pajamas and looked at my hard
erection. I poured some oil into my hand and slowly started
rubbing my belly and thighs with both hands. I continued my oily
self-massage down to my scrotum.
As I got more and more excited, I would wiggle my hips, imaging
that my throbbing erection was being touched and teased by
Vickie's hands. As I stroked myself, I tested my memory of sweet
Vickie's smell and her wonderful curves. Finally, I filled my hand
with oil once again and curled my fingers around my now-purple
shaft and started stroking myself, using my hand in alternating
tight grips or loose grip. I would speed up, putting some very rapid
strokes on myself and then slow strokes. Whenever I was close to
the brink, I would stop in the nick of time because I was really
enjoying this.
After about ten minutes, I knew that I had to release myself. I
refilled my right hand with oil, gripped my cock and began
purposeful, regular, medium-rate strokes. My mind roamed with
memories of Vickie doing this to me before we broke up. Would she
come over if I called her? Would she let me into her bed again? I
couldn't stand it anymore, so I began rapidly thrusting my hips up
and down, trying to get off.
When I ejaculated it was with a power that scared me. It was truly
brain-busting and seemed to last for many minutes. I couldn't
move when it was over.
When I recovered my breath, I looked at my hand that was covered
with my jism. I tasted a drop of my fluid and then looked at my
cock. It was still rock hard, which was unusual. By this time, it is
usually a dead soldier and is shrunken.
I got up and took a shower to wash the oil and my cum off of me.
All during the shower, I kept looking down at my still rock hard
cock. This was very unusual. I remember a couple of times that I
had prayed that it would get this hard and stay hard for hours, but
my prayers had never been answered. And now it was an
incredible hard cock.
I put my pajamas on and changed the bed sheets. As I cleaned up
after myself, I was constantly aware of my erection. When my bed
was restored to normal, I laid back down and tried to go to sleep.
But I couldn't. My hard cock was keeping me awake and aroused.
I found my hands drifting back down to stroke myself. Before I
knew what was occurring, I was soaking wet with sweat from the
exertion of masturbating myself again.
I repeated the same actions as before and my cock was still hard
while I showered. By the time that I had changed my sheets again,
I knew that something was wrong with me. I could understand
and wish for this condition under certain circumstances, but my
cock was too familiar with my right hand to get this aroused.
I went to the Batcave and examined my cuts, which still showed a
minor infection. I took a sample of my blood and tested it. I
discovered a cell-like amoebae in my blood sample that I couldn't
identify. I took other samples and ran the tests that my limited
medical equipment could perform. I found nothing that could
identify it.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was daylight outside. I
changed into my Batman clothes but had problems with my tights.
My hard erection was very obvious under the tights.
I looked at myself in the mirror and knew that I couldn't go out on
the streets, dressed as Batman, with that banana like appendage
sticking up under my tights. I could possibly get by at night, using
my cape to hide it, but there was too much potential during
daylight to have someone see it. All I needed was a picture of a
horny Batman on page 2 of the National Inquirer.
I changed back into some of my baggy Bruce Wayne clothes and
went upstairs to my normal car garage. I walked past my Corvette,
my Rolls, my 300Z, and climbed into my Toyota pickup truck. I
didn't want to call attention to a man with fancy cars in that
neighborhood that I had to return to.
I drove to the Hart Building and parked a couple of blocks away. I
still had my erection problem. I walked down the alley and made
sure that no one saw me before I jumped to the Fire Escape ladder
and climbed up. When I got on the roof, I stayed low and ran
across the roof until I got to the area where I rolled in the broken
glass last night.
The glass was gone. Someone had cleaned it up and removed it all.
I spent only a couple of minutes up there, because I did not want
to have to answer any questions why wealthy Bruce Wayne was
sneaking onto a roof where the Batman had been the night before.
Chapter 2 - The Exam
Back at the Batcave, I took more blood samples and confirmed that
something was definitely in my blood. I tried some tests with
different medicine doses and discovered that none of the
antibiotics had any effect on the amoebae.
As I was working on my tests, Alfred came down and said "You are
up very early this morning. Is anything wrong?"
"Yes, Alfred. I appear to have some sort of infection. Symptoms at
this stage of infection are increased sexual arousement and rock
hard penis that won't go down." I said as I put another sample
away.
Alfred paused for only a moment and then said "That sounds like a
problem that most men would love to have. I will volunteer to be
infected and you can test your medical solutions on me. After a
couple of days of enjoying the symptoms that you described, that
is."
I looked up and Alfred was keeping a straight face. I laughed at his
joke and said "It's no pleasure. I was coming back this morning
and was having a difficult time keeping both hands on the steering
wheel. And every woman I saw, I stared at them because I wanted
them to help me with my problem. I couldn't change into Batman
because it is too obvious under my uniform."
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
I tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling for a moment and
then down at bulging erection before I replied "I have to find a
specialist and get this treated. I can't let it go for several days and
hope it clears itself up."
I turned to the Batcomputer and started searching my medical
database. After entering my search data, the database returned
one name and phone number. I didn't know Dr A. Albertson, but
my database said that this was the one person in Gotham City that
was qualified to treat me.
I called the number and told the receptionist that I had come down
with an infection and needed to be examined by Dr. Albertson. The
receptionist asked me if I could be there at 11 am and I accepted.
I spent the next hour researching medical databases trying to find
some clue as to what was causing my problem. I found nothing
except that my hands kept getting drawn to my hungry cock.
*****
I drove to Dr Albertson's office and was taken into an exam room
as soon as I arrived. I explained my problem to the nurse, leaving
out some details, such as that I had already examined my own
blood in my private lab. She took a blood sample and let me sit for
twenty minutes while they examined my blood prior to the doctor
seeing me. She had me undress and put on one of those tiny
hospital gowns while I waited.
I was engrossed in thought, when the door opened and a tall,
attractive woman in a white lab coat entered the room. Her black
hair was pulled back into a ponytail and the glasses hid her face a
little. She wore no makeup and the baggy clothes didn't give any
hints of what her body looked like. She was young, about twenty-
eight or so, decent physical shape but her appearance was almost
too sterile. Not even any lipstick or earrings.
She smiled and said "I am Dr Albertson. Alice Albertson. May I
call you ....." she paused as she looked at my name on the records
that she was carrying "Bruce?"
"Yes, please do. And thank you for seeing me today." I said, with
my best smile, as I thought about fucking her on her exam table.
Her voice pulled me back from my daydream "I have never seen
this exact result in blood work before although I think I know what
is causing it. My nurse said that you have had a constant
erection, since you obtained some scratches. Do you think this is
where this infection came from and where did you get your
scratches?"
"Yes, to the question about what is causing the erection. No to
where I got the scratches. I was jogging through city streets
around my club yesterday and took a little fall, getting some minor
scratches which I treated. Then last night, it got hard and
wouldn't go down." I said.
"Please open your gown and let me examine you." she instructed.
I lifted up the front of the gown and she looked at my swollen cock.
Then she started putting on some rubber gloves as she said "Please
remove the gown so that I may examine you."
I took the gown off and laid it on my chair, remaining standing.
She pulled her chair in front of me and sat down so that her face
was about my cock level. I tensed as I thought about what I would
like for her do, with her mouth so close to my precious cock.
She took one finger and slowly pushed the head of my cock from
one side to see how far it would bend. It wouldn't bend much.
Then she pulled it down to see how far it would go in that
direction, with much of the same result. She asked "Are you
married?"
"No. I am a bachelor." I replied as I bit my lower lip to keep from
shoving my cock closer to her face.
"Good. If you were married and I found a cure for you, you wife
would have probable cause for suing me. I hope that you don't
mind my joke. I know that this is a serious problem for you. Is it
painful? Tell me how you feel! And give me honest responses. I
am your doctor and I have to know." she said as she leaned back
to direct her gaze from my cock to my face.
"It doesn't hurt. It feels very pleasant but I am in a constant state
of arousal. I want relief badly. I can't think about anything but
sex. I knew that you were looking at me with a professional eye,
but I wanted you to help me relieve myself so badly." I said quietly.
She smiled and asked "Have you masturbated yourself? Did it
provide any relief? Would you like me to leave while you test to see
if that provides any relief, temporary or otherwise?"
"Yes. I woke up and couldn't control myself. I did it twice and
neither time changed the symptoms." I said trying to keep from
blushing as I looked at her luscious lips. Here I was standing naked
before a fully dressed woman, whose mouth was about eighteen
inches from my throbbing cock. She could be very attractive if she
had on some different clothes, a different hairstyle, some makeup
and threw those glasses away.
"I need a sample of your sperm to examine. Normally, I would
leave you alone and return when you are finished. But you have a
very unusual problem and I would like to observe and test you. I
would like for you to masturbate yourself, after I hook you up to
some monitoring equipment. And I would like to be present while
you are obtaining the sperm. Do you mind?" she asked.
I thought for a second and nodded my head no. She stood and
walked over to some equipment in the corner. She wheeled the
cart over beside me and started putting the standard blood
pressure monitors and EKG monitors on me.
I was still standing naked as she applied this equipment. She said
"Your body is in excellent physical shape. What do you do for a
living?"
"My parents left me a fortune. I monitor my investments." I
replied.
She smiled as she said "That Wayne. I thought I recognized you.
When I was a college student, my father drove me by your house
and told me that I would own a house like that some day if I
studied and worked hard. You have a very beautiful house."
"Thank you. After we get this under control, I will invite you over
for a tour of it." I said, trying to keep my thoughts focused on
something other than how much I wanted to fuck her at that
moment.
"If we don't get it under control, you would be the life of any party
that you went to." she said as she smeared some EKG jelly on my
chest and attached another suction cup.
Before I could respond, she continued "I would love to see the
inside of your house someday. That has been one of my personal
goals. I understand that it has the best view of Gotham City and
that at night, you can see all of the building lights from your
hillside home. But enough of the small talk. My father was Dr
Alvin Albertson and he owns the AA Research Lab. I inherited it
and maintain this private practice to keep my medical skills
current as compared to my research skills. My specialty is Urology
and Communicable Diseases. I don't like to brag, but I am the
most qualified person in Gotham City for your particular problem.
By the way, how did you select me? I usually only see references
from other physicians."
I thought fast and said "I called a golfing buddy and he
recommended trying you."
She walked behind me and said "This will sting a little. I am going
to stick a needle in you now and tape it down so that I have it in
place when you start ejaculation."
I felt the slight sting as she inserted the needle into my leg and
taped it to my side. When she was finished, she handed me a cup
and said "Collect as much of your sperm in this cup as possible.
Do you want a Playboy magazine or other sexual reference to help
you?"
I nodded my head no and she continued "I am a doctor. I cannot
and will not interact with you sexually. My career is worth more
than a cheap thrill. If it will help you, I will start stroking you but
you must do as much of this as possible. I will pretend that I am
enjoying it so that you can ejaculate as soon as possible."
I nodded and she put some k-y jelly on her gloved hand. Her hand
slowly wrapped around my hard cock and slid slowly up, spreading
the jelly along it's turbid shaft. She quietly said "Oooh, that feels
nice". And she put one hand on my shoulder. She was standing,
legs about a foot apart with her knees spread a bit more and one
arm outstretched with her hand on my shoulder for support while
she slowly stroked me. She was staring deep into my eyes. I
reached out to put one hand around her waist but she pushed my
hand away. My cock was stiffer than I think it had ever been before
and I could feel it throbbing up and down against her soft hand
that was covered by the rubber glove. I moaned softly, and closed
my eyes. My breath was coming so fast that it burned my lungs.
I opened my eyes to meet her eyes. Our eyes locked on each other
but I could only think of her hand on my crotch.
I was too far gone now to stop easily. My cock bobbed up and
down with my heartbeat and her slow stroking. It seems that I saw
this in slow motion but I'm sure it only took a few seconds.
With her free hand, she placed my hand on her hand wrapped
tightly around my cock. My hand started picking up the stroke
speed as she said "I am going to remove my hand and you must
continue the motion. Keep it going. That's it. Don't that feel
good?" she asked as her hand slipped out from around my cock.
My hand had picked up the motion and was stroking just a little
faster.
She was looking at the monitors and she smiled at me as she said
"I don't mind if you pretend that you are making it with me. Why
don't you pretend that it's my lips instead of your hand wrapped
around your penis? Do you like the way my lips look when I do
this?"
She made a licking motion of her lips and I stroked harder and
faster. She smiled and said "My throat is deep. My ex-boyfriend
liked for me to take his cock into my throat. Think about my
tongue pushing your foreskin back as I pull you deep into my
warm, wet throat. Can you pretend that I am doing that to you?"
I grunted and picked up my speed. I was stroking my cock as hard
as I could and I felt great. I was rocking my hips back and forth
slightly as if my cock was sliding in and out of her mouth about an
inch at a time.
Then it happened. I shuddered as I started to cum. She shoved
the cup in my other hand and screamed "Catch" as she started her
blood work. Sperm spurted from my dick into the cup and I
watched as I throbbed and filled the cup with sperm. I hadn't paid
any attention this morning, but this was the most cum that I had
ever seen.
When I finished, she took the cup from me and said "Have a seat
and rest. Then I will do two more simple tests and you can get
dressed."
I did as she instructed and looked down at myself. I was still rock
hard and cum was still oozing out. She came back in the room
and handed me a towel as she looked at the monitors. Then she
said "It's still engorged and won't go down. Ok, lets' get this
equipment off of you and then you can get dressed. By the way,
was it as good for you as it was for me?"
She smiled big and I laughed. I continued this joking by saying
"Doc, you know that I want to get into your bed."
She paused and said "Sex between a doctor and a patient is
frowned upon. However I think that I can cure your problem and
once cured, you are no longer my patient if I do not see you
professionally. If things go the way that I think they will, then you
should be in my clothes within two weeks. I have a weakness for
strong virile men. Now get cleaned up and come down to my office
after you clean up. There is a shower in the bathroom."
As she walked out of the room, my cock trobbed. It was ready for
her now. I smiled as I repeated her "you should be in my clothes
within two weeks" remark.
As I took a shower, I found it difficult to keep from masturbating
again, but I knew that I didn't have time. Maybe, after I get home.
I dressed and entered her office. She smiled as I sat down and said
"We must keep this professional. You know that I only helped you
because you were having difficulty."
I nodded and echoed her words "yes, I was having difficulty."
She said "Your sperm and blood work are going through some
specialized testing now. My preliminary test indicates that I have a
solution but it's going to take two full days under my care. I am
making a vaccine from your samples and will be finished by early
tomorrow morning. I would like for you to be here at 7 am. I will
inject you with the vaccine and then start a IV with strong
antibiotics in it. You will have to have repeated doses of the
vaccine every two hours for thirty-six hours so you will spend the
night here and then you can go home the following day in time for
dinner. When you come here in the morning, bring your shaving
gear and cancel any meetings the rest of the week, because you
will need to relax so you can recover quickly. You have a rare virus
that has only been documented in South America. Have you been
to South America lately or been close to any orchids lately?"
"No, I haven't been south in six months and I don't remember any
orchids recently." I replied.
She leaned back and said "I can't do anything for you today. Go
home and find some way to relax or relieve yourself. Then be here
at 7 am sharp so I can get started before I make my hospital
rounds."
"Thank you doctor. This has been the most enjoyable doctor's
office visit that I have ever had." I said as I stood.
"See if you still feel that way in two weeks." she promised. Then
she picked up her pen and started writing. I was dismissed.
Chapter 3 - The Treatment
The rest of the day was rough. Very rough. I am in good shape
but even my strong arms get tired after the eight masturbation's
within twenty-four hours.
I couldn't do anything but masturbate because I was too horny.
And I had transferred my sexual fantasy from Vickie to Alice. The
beautiful and mysterious Alice. The very professional Alice. The
Alice that had promised me that I would be in her panties within
two weeks. Could I wait two weeks? No. I wanted her now. I
wanted to fuck her. I wanted to suck her. I wanted her to suck
me. I wanted to fill her full of cum. I wanted to see my cum
dripping down her mouth. I wanted to suck on her titties. I wanted
to fuck her. I wanted to bury my hard cock in her cunt. I wanted
to rub my cock across her nipples and to stroke my hard cock
between her breasts and to shoot my cum up to her face. I
wanted to fuck her so bad that I couldn't stand it. I had never had
this strong of a sexual urge for any woman and I really didn't know
how to handle it. Or if I wanted to. I was enjoying the feeling that
I was having, even if it was very unpleasant to be constantly
aroused.
I mentally undressed her several times and discovered that she
had a beautiful body. I imagined what she would look like in a
tight sweater, a short skirt, with make-up, and her hair fixed
differently. I imagined what she would look like, just walking
around in her bra and panties. Lacy underwear. Black garters. I
imagined what her tongue would feel like on my cock. I sniffed the
air to see if I could get a trace of her cunt smell.
I tried to watch TV but I could only think about having sex with
every woman that I saw on the TV. I realized that I was stroking
myself as I watched Ophra discuss problem children with her
audience and wondering what her pussy would taste like. I found
that I wasn't looking at her face, but staring at her boobs to see if
they jiggled as she walked up and down the aisle. As she turned, I
pretended that she was naked and I was looking at her ass
cracks. I had to turn the TV off because I was breathing hard and
sweating lightly just from the image of a normal woman on TV.
There was nothing sexy about what she was doing or saying, but I
was so turned on by their images, that I couldn't concentrate on
anything else.
I went out to get some fresh air, hoping that it would clear itself
up, but I did nothing but stare at every woman's tits and their
asses as they went by me. I wanted to hump every woman that I
saw. For the first time in my life, I wanted to go into a peep show
and masturbate as I watched fuck films. I found myself driving to
the section of town where the prostitutes hang out.
I knew that I couldn't go on like this. Alice's treatment had to
work. And it had to work quickly. I have to be cured. I knew that
I couldn't wear my Batman costume until I got my problem under
control. Although I could change the costume so it wouldn't have
the tights, I couldn't trust myself if I found a woman in a helpless
situation. I thought about what would happen if I saved some
woman and wound up fucking her just because she was
vulnerable. The newspapers would start calling me Cockman or
the Horny Hero.
The Batsignal went off that night. I called Commissioner Gordon
at his office and discovered that there had been a major
robbery at a jewelry store. The crooks had already escaped so
there was not much that I could do to help. With my current state
of mind, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the robbery and focus
on finding the criminals. I informed the Commissioner that I was
sick and unable to come but would investigate the crime when I
was feeling better. He said he understood and would not use the
Batsignal for a couple of days unless it was very important.
******
I masturbated again as I took a shower the next morning. Every
time had produced almost a small cup of cum. I canceled some
meetings and lunches that I was supposed to attend. The hardest
one to cancel was with Vickie Vale. I didn't talk to her on the
phone but got her answering machine. Her recorded voice
sounded so wonderful that I dropped my trousers and started
stroking myself as I tried to keep my voice level. I left her a very
brief message and finished masturbating as I stood by the phone,
with my trousers down around my ankles.
I gathered my overnight case and told Alfred that I would be gone
for a couple of days. He told me not to worry and to take care of
myself. Good old Alfred. What would I do without friends like him
that I can trust with my inner most thoughts and feelings.
When I got to Alice's office, the door was open and I went in. She
was reading the newspaper. She looked up and said "That was
some robbery last night. Batman was called but didn't show up.
They escaped with almost half a million in diamonds. Wonder
what Batman was doing that was so important that he couldn't
show up. I would like to meet him someday. Oh well, are you
ready to spend a couple of days being treated by me?" she asked.
I sat down and said "I couldn't control myself last night. I thought
about you a lot. I used your image as the object of my attention.
After I get over this, I am going to have to see if the real you is as
good as the mental image of you that I was focused on for so many
hours yesterday."
She laughed and said "And I thought about you. I really did. I
thought about you and would like to get to know more about Bruce
Wayne. I want to know the real Bruce. The man behind the
mystery. The most desired man in Gotham City, excluding
Batman of course. If you only knew how much I through about
you yesterday. Well, after this treatment is finished, I have some
things to tell you. Some things to share with you. I promise you
that I will get to know you much better. Would you like that? That
is, would you like to share some things with me and get to know
me better?"
"Yes. And I can't wait until you have cured me. If you don't cure
me, I will have to rape you. When do we start?" I asked.
She stood and said "Follow me." I followed her down the hall to a
patient room. She said "Take your clothes off. You need to be
completely naked. I will come back in about five minutes and
expect to find you naked and lying on the bed. Ready for me.
Understand."
I gave her a big smile and she walked on down the hall. I put my
shaving gear away, took off my clothes and hung them up. Then I
peed and laid down.
She came back and laughed when she saw the totem pole sticking
up in the middle of the sheet covering my body. She pulled the
sheet off of me and prepared a needle. When she had it ready, she
said "This will relax you. To make sure that you don't hurt
yourself while you are connected up to the needles, I will have to
restrain you. Taking this medication can impair judgment and I
have to make sure that you don't hurt yourself. Just relax and put
yourself in my hands. I will make sure that you don't have that
engorged cock problem when you wake up. As you go to sleep,
think about me. Remember what I promised you. You will be in
my panties within two weeks. All you have to do, is trust me and
sleep. A good sleep while I take care of you. "
She injected the needle into my arm. Then she started an IV into
my arm. When the IV started flowing, I was feeling very warm and
relaxed from the shot. I don't know what was in it, which is
unusual for me. I usually ask and know what is being injected
into me. But with my concentration screwed up, I didn't care
about anything, except how to satisfy my hard cock.
I didn't object as she fastened my legs to the bed. Then she
restrained my arms. Then she put two straps across my body. I
didn't care. I was warm. I was happy. I was relaxed. I didn't care
what she did to me. As I went to sleep, I was very happy.
Chapter 4 - The Slow Wake-up
I feel very confused. I am still drugged and can't concentrate more
than two seconds at a time. I feel weak. I can tell that my body is
tied to the bed. I remember coming to the doctor. Doctor Alice.
Good old fucking doctor Alice. She is going to cure me. She is
going to fuck me after I get out of here.
My mouth is dry and a tube is down my throat. I don't remember
a tube being placed down my throat. I try to sit up but can't
because I am tied down. I feel so weak. My throat is raw. I can't
talk because of that damn tube down my throat. Why did she have
to do that? Did she run into problems? Where is she? Why am I
still so druggy?
I hear a voice close by but I can't understand it. I am still half
asleep. The voice repeats itself and sounds very familiar. Through
my fog, I faintly hear "Bruce, can you hear me? I have stopped the
medication but you are not ready to be untied yet. The medication
that put you to sleep should wear off in the next couple of minutes
and you can wake up. The treatment was a success, by the way.
You no longer have a hard cock sticking up from your body."
Good. I am cured. Thank god. Now if she will only take that tube
out so that I can talk. Then she can untie me. I can feel the
sleeping shit wearing off and feeling some sensations returning to
me. I know that I have to pee.
The familiar voice says "Keep your eyes shut while I remove this
tube. Then you can open your eyes."
I know the voice is familiar but I can't place it. I know it's not
Alice's voice and I wonder where she is. I almost gag as the tube is
pulled out of my throat. As it leaves my mouth, I cough and then
open my eyes.
At first, everything is blurred but then I began to focus. I can see
the man standing beside the bed that removed the tube. As my
eyes focus, I think to myself that he looks a lot like me. Then my
eyes clear up and I see that it is me. The man standing beside the
bed looks enough like me to be my twin brother.
I mumbled "Who are you?" but my voice sounds strange and
funny. I try to move again, but can't because I am still tied to the
bed.
I look hard at the man smiling at me. It is me standing there.
Something is wrong. He smiles and says "Yes, Bruce. You are
looking at yourself. This is your body. Or used to be your body. It
is now my body. I am now Bruce Wayne, playboy millionaire. Or
you can call me Batman. Yes, I know about that. You see, my
trap was to catch Batman and I was very happy to see Bruce
Wayne show up with the symptoms that only Batman could have.
By the way, you are now Doctor Alice Albertson. How does it feel
to be a cunt? I told you that you would be in my panties within
two weeks and I didn't lie to you. You just didn't expect to be put
into a situation where you were wearing them, did you Alice?"
My strength was slowly returning but I was still weak and I had to
know what was going on "How did you do this? It's impossible."
"Your old buddy Superman is the one that you should thank for
your current situation. About eight years ago, that scientist from
the Phantom Zone tricked Supie into putting on an illegal Krypton
body exchange helmet. The scientist called the helmet the Web,
which stood for Wearers Exchange Bodies. Get it, W E B. Supie
wound up in the Phantom Zone in the criminal's body and the
criminal was on Earth reaping benefits from Superman's talents.
Well, Supie found a way to escape and to trick the criminal into
exchanging bodies again. During the fight, Supie thought the
helmet was destroyed, but it wound up in South America. I found
a tribe that didn't know what they had. I proved it could work on
Earthlings and came looking for you. Or rather came looking for
Batman. You see, I never wanted to be a girl. When I was a girl, I
used to pretend that I was a male super hero. Not a weirdo like
Superman or Green Lantern, but someone that was a hero because
of their excellent normal physical capabilities. You were my hero.
I wanted to be the Batman. I even considered taking Batgirl's place
and had a costume made for me. But playing Batgirl was not the
same as being the Batman. I had to be you. The more I thought
about it, the more I became convinced that I had to be you. And
had the technical capability to be you. If I could get you into my
office and asleep. I put the broken glass up on the building. I
arranged for the robberies to occur in that area, knowing that
sooner or later, you would seek out the highest building for your
perch. I knew that you would have to be treated by the most
knowledgeable doctor. That could only be me, with your
symptoms. I was expecting Batman to show up within a couple of
days and I was very surprised when Bruce Wayne showed up. So I
used the Web on you. You have been captured and brought under
the control of the Web."
I was getting some feeling and control of my body now. Or whose
ever body that I was in. I turned my head so that I could look at
myself to see if what I was hearing was completely true. I couldn't
see nothing but a sheet pulled over a body. All body parts were
under the sheet.
The man laughed. I couldn't call him Bruce because that is me.
He said "You want to see your body? Don't blame you. It is a nice
body. It is much nicer than when I occupied it. Have you figured
out yet why you had the tube down your throat when you woke
up? Well, it is because not only do I have great plans for your body
continuing the Bruce Wayne and Batman identities, but I have
even better plans for you in that body. I told you that I always
wanted to be a man. I wanted to be a man with a perfect wife. A
sexy horny beautiful woman that only has one goal in life which is
to keep me satisfied. I hated my body when I was living in it and
seriously thought about going through a sexual reassignment
surgery, but I knew that I would always look like a skinny queer
looking guy. So when I found the helmet, I decided that I could re-
sculpt my old body into what I think the perfect woman should
look like. You know that I am a doctor and can do that type of
plastic surgery. So after we swapped bodies, I put you to sleep and
re-built the body. I enlarged the boobs, using a technique where
the implants were inserted through an incision in the belly button
area. The scar will never show. The boobs went from a 34B to a
38DD. A tattoo like injection was used to darken the areolas to a
sexier looking nipple. I also padded the hips and ass cheeks and
removed some fat from around the waist. The nose was re-built
also and some silicone cheeks were implanted in the face. The lips
were injected so that they will have a wonderful little pout and will
look luscious, not like my old thin, cruel lips. In two weeks all scars
will be healed, the bruises will have cleared up and any evidence of
surgery will be difficult to find. You will be a very beautiful woman
with a very sexy body."
He pulled the sheet back and I looked down at the body. The chest
was taped and so where the hips. But looking at the arms and
legs, I could see that I was definitely not in my body. As I was
checking my body out, he held a mirror in front of me so I could
see my face. It was her face, except that the nose was bandaged
and the area around the eyes was blue from the surgery trauma.
I tilted my head back. I had seen enough. He put the mirror down
and pulled the sheet back over me.
I said "You are not going to get away with this. I will come after
you. You should have killed me when you had the chance."
He laughed and said "You don't get it yet, do you? Think for a
minute. Why should I endanger my wonderful plan by leaving you
in a situation where you can find me. I don't plan to hide. I will be
Bruce Wayne. I am Bruce Wayne. When I went home last night,
Alfred had supper waiting for me. He was really worried about me
but he knows that good old Doctor Alice had done the best that
she could. After he went to bed, I poked around until I found the
entrance to the Batcave. I am quite impressed. You have done a
lot of work in there and have the best setup that I have ever seen.
I don't know what everything does yet, but I learn quick. I will also
be Batman. Only this Batman will cash in on his popularity.
Batman will show the beautiful women how his Batcock works.
And you. Do you think that my plans call for you to pick up the
Doctor Alice identity? No, because you won't and don't have the
medical skills, not that you couldn't bluff your way through at
start and quickly pick up the skills. You will remain Alice
Albertson but you will not practice medicine. After all, with all the
money that Bruce has and that Alice has, you don't have to work.
You will change your direction in life. Alice's friends will discover
that she tired of being a plain jane that was dedicated to her job
and never concentrated on her looks. They will discover that she
had some nips and tucks here and there and changed herself into
a blond sexpot. Then she found a man that she was crazy about.
Which will be me. All she wants to do, is to satisfy her man.
Which is me again. She will have no memories of being anyone but
the blond bombshell that she is now. You see, the reason that I
was in South America was because I had already discovered the
little virus that I used to catch you. I was there because I had
suspicions that mixing that flower with another particular flower,
could produce a very strong and potent hypnotic drug. I perfected
my drug and it will help you forget everything about being Bruce
Wayne or Batman. You will only remember what I tell you to
remember. I will help you learn the Alice identity and to build the
blond sexpot personality. I will make you happy to be Alice and
teach you how to make me happy. You will live with me at Wayne
Manor as my mistress. I will work on Alfred's memory so that he
doesn't question any lapses in my memory or changes in my
personality. When Dick comes back, I will help him with his
memory also. Batman and Robin together again. Oh, one
question has been bugging me. I know that my version of Bruce
Wayne will be bi-sexual but did you and Dick ever get it on? All of
those rumors are floating around about Batman and Robin.
Anyhow, Dick will become bi-sexual when he gets back from
school."
"You fucking asshole" I screamed as I pulled at my bonds.
"Now, now, don't do that. Don't want to cause any un-necessary
stretch marks in my perfect surgery, do we? Let me give you a
mild dose of tranquilizer to calm you down." he said as he twisted
a dial on the IV pole.
I was struggling against my restraints but within moments, I felt
the anger ease and I wanted to relax.
He continued "You see, you are going to be the key to my success
in my impersonation of you. After I hide your old memories and
create your new memories, you become nothing more than a
simple cunt. A fuck. A fuck with a perfect body that is willing to
do whatever I desire her to do. But with this body and identity, I
can get whoever I want to provide me the same sexual relief. So I
don't really need you except that I want to become the perfect
Bruce/Batman. To do that, I need someone to coach me, to help
my memory. So I hide your memories so that when I give you a
code word, they will be available for me. Only thing is that you will
not have the personality that you have now. You will have the new
personality that I will give you. It will be a very vivacious
personality in a fucking terrific body. Think of Marilyn Monroe or
Racquel Welch with Batman's memories. You will tell me what I
want to know and then those memories will go back to sleep with
another code word. After awhile, they can go to sleep permanently.
So, don't plan on marrying me. I just want you for your body and
your lack of brains. I will take care of you, but you will be happy.
Remember when I promised you that you would be in my panties
within two weeks? Well, you will be, but you will think that they
are yours because you are wearing them. I also promised you that
when you woke up, you wouldn't have that hard cock sticking out
from your body. Was I right or was I right?" he laughed.
I didn't care. The new drugs were making me very placid. He took
my pulse and checked my pupils. Then he said "It is time to start
some of your training. What is your name?"
"Bruce Wayne." I replied.
"No, I am Bruce Wayne. You are Alice Albertson. What is your
name?" he asked.
"Brrruuuccce Wayne" I replied, feeling my tongue slur the words.
"No, I am Bruce Wayne. You are Alice Albertson. What is your
name?" he asked again.
I felt good. He was not going to confuse me Whatever his plan
was, it was not going to work. I am in control of myself. I know
who I am. I smiled as I said "Alice. I am Alice Albertson."
"Good. We both agree. I am Bruce Wayne. You are Alice
Albertson. Who am I?" he asked.
I knew that answer. Whatever he was trying to do to me, was not
working. I replied "Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne.
No matter what you do to me, you cannot convince me otherwise.
You are Bruce Wayne. I am Alice Albertson."
"What sex are you? Alice Albertson is a woman. Bruce Wayne is a
man." he stated.
Another easy answer. I smiled again as I felt a warmth flow
through my body. I replied "I am a woman. They wrote a song
about me. I am woman. I was born a woman. I have a cunt. I am
woman. I am Alice. You cannot control me. I am too strong for
you. Whatever you are trying to do to me, won't work. I am
woman. I am Alice. I like that name. Why don't you turn me loose
Bruce and let's talk this over."
He said "We still have a long way to go. Do you remember your
first period? Tell me about your puberty, when you first realized
the difference between men and women's bodies."
I felt a little dizzy. It must be from lying in bed. I rolled my head
around and opened my eyes to look at Bruce. He smiled at me and
I smiled back. He has a nice smile. Then I remembered what he
asked me "Oh, yeah. I was fourteen."
Before I could continue, he said "Twelve. Remember that girls
mature two years before boys."
"Yeah. I was twelve. I remember it now. I remember being scared
as I discovered that I was bleeding. You should consider yourself
lucky Bruce because men don't have to go through that. Only us
girls. Part of the price for being a woman, I guess. Anyhow, I was
twelve when I had my first period. What was the question again?"
He patted my hand and said "You are doing good. What is your
name again?"
"Alice. Don't you forget it. I am Alice Albertson. Doctor Alice
Albertson, but you can call me Alice." and then I started giggling.
Don't know why, but us girls giggle all the time. Must be
something that our female hormones cause.
Chapter 6 - Life at the Manor
Now that we had started fucking again, neither one of us could get
enough. We did it three more times that day.
That night, we were sitting on the patio, looking down on the bright
lights of Gotham City when the Batsignal lit up the sky as it
beckoned for the one and only Batman. I knew that Bruce was
also Batman. Maybe that is why I was so drawn to him.
He said "Come on."
I followed him back into the manor and he tripped a switch that
opened a secret panel. I followed him inside and the panel shut
behind us. We walked down some stairs into the Batcave. I looked
around. Everything looked so familiar but I knew that I had never
been down here before.
He picked up a red phone that was labeled "Commissioner Gordon"
After a moment, he said "Batman here, what is the problem,
Commissioner."
I couldn't hear what the other person was saying but after a
moment Bruce continued "I have been sick and still feel weak.
However, I can do what you are requesting. I will meet you there in
twenty minutes."
As he hung up, he looked at me and said "It's time for Batman to
get back into action. I want you to go with me. But you have to
hide your identity. I have a costume that I want you to wear so
that no one recognizes you."
He handed me a black and gray teddy made of a patent material
blended with latex. It was long sleeved, high collared, low cleavage,
and it was cut high to show off my fabulous legs. It was a female
version of the Batsuit.
I put a pair of jet black pantyhose and slid them on before I put the
teddy on. Then I stepped into the form fitting teddy and wiggled my
way into it. Inhaling, I slowly zipped it up the back, all the way up
to the nape of my neck. The teddy was so tight that it showed every
detail of my ample body, yet it was stretchy enough to allow free
movement. It did not have a cape. I asked Bruce why as he was
dressing and he replied "The cape will get in the way and will hide
some of the best features of your body. I want everyone to see
what a wonderful body you have." I was finished with the teddy
and he pointed to the table. On the table, was a wigstand with a
beautiful shoulder length red head wig. I felt the wig and knew
that it was human hair. I put it on and fastened it in place, then
lightly brushed it for a moment before I put the Batcowl on.
There were two sets of boots. As I looked at them, Batman said
"Wear the flat boots tonight. The heels are for when we are going
places where we won't be in action."
I sat down and put the almost knee high black boots on. Then I
looked in the mirror at my reflection. I looked very good, except I
needed some lipstick. As I applied it, Batman finished dressing
and stood behind me. He said "As you know, I have taken a couple
of weeks off to relax. Sort of a mini-vacation. I discovered that
while my body is in good shape, my reflexes are off. Where I would
normally patrol Gotham City by myself, I need some help for awhile.
The newspapers will know that you are not Batwoman or Batgirl
and will give you a name. I thought that we would call this
identity, the BatKat or Katrinia. After all, you are Batman's main
pussy."
I stood and walked as sexy as I could over to him and put one arm
around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. As we kissed, my other
hand was rubbing his cock under the Batsuit. When our lips
separated, I said "When we come home, I want to try out the
famous Batpole. I want to see what it is like to slide up and down
it."
Then I turned and walked to the Batmobile. I started to the
driver's side for some reason and then remembered that Batman
would want to drive. I walked around to my side and stood,
waiting for him to open the door for me. After he opened the door,
I sat down and waited for him to get in.
The powerful vibrations of the Batmobile felt good. I enjoyed the
way that my Batsuit vibrated against my clit from the vibrations of
the Batmobile. I almost wished that it was a longer ride into
Gotham City. Much longer.
We pulled up in front of a building that was surrounded by
policemen and reporters. Commissioner Gordon was standing on
the steps waiting. As Batman got out, a smile of relief filled the
police head's face. Then he saw me and tried to figure who I was.
As I walked up the steps, a lot of camera flashes went off. I
stopped, puffed out my chest and turned to give them the best
smile and view possible. I put my hands on my utility belt, spread
my legs slightly and lifted my chin. Then I hurried along behind
the Batman and Commissioner Gordon.
Batman said "Robin is still unavailable. The BatKat will be helping
me for awhile. Or you can call her Katrinia."
The older man smile and nodded his head as he said "You will be
most welcome. Anyone that Batman trusts enough to wear the
Batsuit, will be welcomed by me and my men."
We walked into a jewelry store. Several of the glass cases had been
busted and the contents removed. Batman watched me as I
walked around the room. Then he came over to me and whispered
"What do you think?"
I whispered back "They have been robbed."
"No, what should we do?" he asked.
"I don't know. You are the Batman. What should we do?" I
whispered back.
He looked at me for a moment and then whispered "Corn beef
cabbage makes Batman fart."
I felt funny for a moment. A warm flush flowed through my body
and I felt strange staring at Batman. I looked down at myself for a
moment because I felt really funny.
Batman whispered "What do we do?"
My confusion and slight dizziness cleared up. I replied back in a
whisper "We should find where they came in. It takes longer to get
in than it does to get out. They might have left some clues."
Batman turned to Gordon and said "Please have everyone leave the
room."
As they left the room, we walked around the room. A door opened
into an office and everything looked normal. But I paused and said
"Look at the floor in the corner. See those heavy dustballs in this
clean office. That type of trash can only accumulate in false
ceilings." We pushed a chair over and he stood on the chair as he
lifted the tile and looked.
He had a big smile as he said "I see a busted cinder block firewall
in that direction. They came through here."
We walked out of the office and out into the hall where
Commissioner Gordon was waiting for us with the building janitor.
Batman pointed at an office door down the hall and commanded
"Open that door."
The janitor unlocked the door and Batman and I entered by
ourselves. I quickly saw the tools leaning against the wall. We
entered another office and found a hole in the ceiling going to the
floor above. I said to Batman "Boost me up and come on."
He held his hands and I jumped into his hand as he lifted me up to
where I could pull myself to the floor above. As I examined this
office, he ran up the stairs with the janitor. I was walking down
the hall. This office had a busted lock and there was a wall
mounted ladder going up to an unlocked roof access hatch. I
climbed up and Batman followed me onto the roof.
There was nothing on this roof, but the next roof was one floor up.
I jumped but for some reason, couldn't jump as high as I though I
could. Batman braced me again and boosted me up. As I climbed
on the roof, he loudly whispered "How do I get up there?"
I smiled and said "Use your Batmuscles. It's only one floor."
He jumped and missed the ledge on the first attempt. On the
second, he caught it and pulled himself up. I had already walked
around the small roof and found nothing. Except for the next
building's roof. There as a two by eight plank laying on the far roof
closest to the roof where we were standing. I turned and walked
back about ten feet. Then I ran and took a flying leap across the
alley.
I hit the wall with a thump and barely caught the roof ledge. As I
pulled myself up, I was very confused. For some reason, I knew
that I could easily jump that alley but my muscles didn't carry me
across and barely got me to the edge. I am going to increase my
workouts and get my body into shape.
Batman was whispering "You damn fool. Are you trying to kill
yourself?"
I lifted the plank and placed it across the opening. Batman stood
on it and slowly walked across the narrow distance. He was
waving his arms and was having problems with his balance, which
didn't seem right with my memories of Batman. Normally he
would have just jumped that opening and his balance is so good,
that he would walk a tightrope across that gap. And here he was,
having problems with a eight inch wide board three stories up.
When he got over on my side he said "I am the Batman. Don't do
that again if you ever want to come back out with me."
"Yes, sir." I replied, knowing that I probably wouldn't obey him.
We examined that roof and found a stairways going down to an
abandoned office floor. We found signs of recent work and some
blueprints of the building that had been robbed. We looked
around and didn't see any other clues.
We walked out of the building and down the street to the roped off
building. Commissioner Gordon was on a police radio. Batman
said "I found their working area. It's the third floor of that
building. Have your men fingerprint the building. I don't see
where we can help you anymore tonight. Good night."
As we walked to the Batmobile, Commissioner Gordon shouted
"Welcome back Batman. We missed you. Nice meeting you
BatKat. I am looking forward to seeing more of you."
The crowd parted to let us enter the Batmobile. Reporters were
shouting questions of us and the camera men were snapping
picture after picture of me. I was the new mystery. The woman
beside Batman.
After we got into the Batmobile, he looked at me and said "Corn
beef cabbage makes Batman fart."
I felt dizzy again and had to shut my eyes for a moment to clear
away the dizziness. When I opened them again, he was smiling at
me "How do you feel?"
"I feel horny and want to suck your big Batcock." I replied in a very
sexy, smooth voice.
We drove back to the Batcave. After he parked the Batmobile, we
fucked in the Batcave. I undressed except for my red wig and
Batcowl. He kept his tunic on.
After we showered and changed back into our normal clothes, we
returned to the patio where we enjoyed the view of the city. And he
enjoyed the blowjob I gave him. I don't like to brag but I am one of
the best cocksuckers in the world.
Chapter 7 - Training
The next morning, he woke me up and gave me a butt fuck. After
we showered and went down to breakfast, we read the newspapers.
There were pictures of me on the front page of every paper and on
several of the inner papers. I smiled and said "That costume
makes my boobs look bigger."
He replied "It is sewn to make your boobs ride higher and has the
same effect as one of the push-up bras."
Alfred entered the room, carrying a breakfast tray. "Good morning,
Master Bruce and Mistress Alice."
"Good morning Alfred." I replied.
Alfred said "It is good to see the Batman back in action and may I
say that your Batsuit looks good on you, Miss Alice."
"Thank you, Alfred." I smiled. I like Alfred. Too bad that there is so
much of an age difference between us.
Alfred handed me my thyroid pill and a glass of juice. As I
swallowed it, Alfred said "I have the same problem and only
recently discovered that I have to take the same medication. I will
make sure that you take your medicine every day."
Bruce said "My balance was off last night. I see now that muscle
tone is only part of it and that I need to develop some reflexes.
After breakfast, let's go to the Batcave gym and work out."
*******
Nothing was going right. Everything that I tried to do, wouldn't
work. Nothing felt right. Bruce was getting frustrated because my
limited advice was not helping. After all, what do I know about
gymnastics? I am only a fucking cunt.
Finally he looked at me and said "Corn beef cabbage makes
Batman fart."
I felt dizzy again and shut my eyes. When I opened them, the
dizziness has passed. Bruce said "What am I doing wrong?"
I replied "You are not tucking your body in fast enough and
releasing it at the correct moment to break your spin. Let me
show you."
I climbed onto the trapeze stand, took the swing and swung out
and dropped as I went into a flip. Then I opened up and missed
the bar. I rolled as I fell to the safety net and bounced. I climbed
back up the ladder, took the swing and swung again, this time
changing my tuck time by one tenth of a second and opened to
catch the swinging bar. I swung over to the other stand and
caught myself.
"See." I said.
We spent the rest of the morning and he improved with my
coaching. He is clumsy and timid and shouldn't try this without a
safety net but he should get his reflexes back quickly.
After the training, we worked out in the gym. I had discovered that
my body was too weak. Bruce said "We don't want you to look at a
masculine woman, so we have to watch your bodyshaping and
keep your body as feminine as possible."
After working out, we switched into some jogging clothes and went
for a run. I couldn't keep up with him. Not only were my muscles
not in shape for this, but my chest was bouncing all over the place,
even with the sports bra holding my boobs firmly in place.
Running with boobs jiggling made me feel funny.
After we showered and cleaned up Bruce said "Corn beef cabbage
makes Batman fart". I felt dizzy again but it passed after a couple
of seconds.
I put on a very sexy, low cut dress and Bruce took me to a nice
restaurant. When we returned to Wayne manor, Alfred said "There
is a message for Batman on the Bat answering machine."
I followed Bruce to the Batcave and watched as he pressed the
button. A female voice cooed "Hello Batman. Who is the sexy
woman following you around. Call me. I have some things to
discuss with you."
Bruce looked at me and said "Who was that?"
"I don't know. I never heard her voice before." I answered.
He frowned and said "Corn beef cabbage makes Batman fart".
Again I felt dizzy and it quickly passed. Bruce said "Who was
that?"
"It was Batgirl. She dropped out of action because she became
pregnant. She is on travel because she doesn't want her friends to
know that she is an unmarried mother." I replied. How did I know
that now. I didn't know it a minute ago.
He continued "How did she get this number?"
I replied "It's a radio frequency telephone so there are no wires
leading here. The phone is in the closet behind Gordon's office.
She also has a similar number. It's programmed into the
autodialer as item 17."
I wondered why I knew this and he didn't.
He sat down and pressed button 17. After a couple of moments, a
female voice said through the speaker phone "You got my
message."
Bruce said "Yes. I did. How are you doing?"
The voice said "Four months down and only five months to go. I
can't get into any of my clothes now. Who is this woman in the
papers with you?"
"Call her Katrinia. I can't tell you who she really is." he said. Then
he looked at me and paused before he continued "Let me put you
on hold for just a second."
He pressed hold and said "Corn beef cabbage makes Batman fart".
I became dizzy again and when I opened my eyes, he was talking to
the woman on the phone. He unzipped his trousers and pointed. I
knew what he wanted.
So while he talked to Batgirl on the phone, I gave him a blow job.
********
We went on patrol several nights. One night, we found a robbery
in progress. While Batman fought one of the robbers, I used judo
to take care of the other three. The next morning's papers had
quotes from Batman on how he captured all four crooks.
We practiced and trained every day. My coordination was a lot
better and my endurance was increasing. Batman was getting
better at regaining the skills that he lost somehow.
Every night we would sleep together in his large master bed.
Except for the night he stay at Vickie's place. I was mad. I walked
the floor all night waiting for him to come home. I cried. I smoked
and I don't smoke. I walked the floor.
When he finally came home the next morning, he just wanted to go
to bed and sleep. I just wanted to kill him. He went upstairs and
laid down to sleep. I went down to the Batcave. For some reason, I
felt very comfortable down there.
After a couple of hours, he came downstairs and found me on the
Batcomputer going over his medical records. I was very interested
in his recent virus with the hard cock. Although I was his
physician and had treated him for that, I did not remember too
much of it.
He said "I want you to stay at your place until I tell you to come
back here."
I looked up and knew that my eyes were filling with tears. I
whimpered "Don't make me leave. I won't fuss at you anymore.
You can fuck that slut."
He said "It's not that. I have something to do and don't want you
around for a couple of days..
He turned and walked out. After I finished crying, I went to the
bathroom and re-applied my make-up. I went upstairs and packed
some clothes to take with me. Alfred carried them out to my car
and I drove back to my house. This was the first time that I had
been back there in almost three weeks.
My house felt empty. It didn't feel right. I felt more at home and
relaxed at the Wayne manor. After knocking around the house by
myself waiting on his phone call for six days, I drove over to the
lab.
I still owned the lab and had turned the management over to one of
my best employees. As I walked into the lab, people nodded and
smiled at me. After I walked back them, I knew that they were
talking about me. Let them talk. I know that I have changed and
the change is for the better. I want to be a sexy woman. I want to
be a desirable cunt.
I sat down at my desk and looked at the paperwork. I read some of
my notes on different projects. I looked around the office and saw
a locked door. Funny, I don't remember what is on the other side
of that door. The door is locked. I check my desk for the keys but
don't find one. I open my purse and find a bobby pin. I carefully
insert the bobby pin and feel the lock click as I jiggle the bobby
pin.
I open the door and walk into another office. This one is full of
equipment and file folders. I look at the bottles of medicine on the
cabinet and recognize the thyroid pill that Alfred and I take daily. I
wonder why I have such a supply of it here.
I open a door and discover that it is an outside door so that the
lobby can be bypassed. Funny that I don't remember this office.
This is better than the office that I have.
I open a file cabinet and discover several thick files on Batman. I
look at other files and discover chemical formulas that I don't
recognize and test results. One of the thick folders identifies the
virus that Bruce had. Why did I have so much information on this
particular virus?
I find another thick folder and reading the notes, I realized that
this drug is a powerful hypnotic drug. Why do I have all these
notes and don't remember any of this? Something is not right.
Then I find my most recent notes. Three videos are stuffed into the
folder. I put the video marked One into the VCR and sit down. I
see Bruce and me entering a patient room. Bruce lies down after
he undresses. I talk to him and then inject him with something.
He falls asleep after I restrain him. I exit the room and return,
wheeling another bed. I leave the room again and return with a
cart and some strange equipment which I don't recognize. I don't
remember any of this.
I watch as I put a timer on the IV going into Bruce's arm. The
other bed has a similar timer on the IV hanging from it's IV pole. I
undress and put the strange helmet on my head after adjusting a
couple of dials. My body jerks once and then I remove the helmet
and put it on Bruce. I shut the IV off going into Bruce's arm. I put
the helmet on Bruce's head and re-set some of the dials. I quickly
lay down on the other bed, and inject something into my arm. I
see my eyes shut and I lie there for a couple of minutes. Then the
helmet buzzes and a weird light fills the room. My body jerks and
so does Bruce's body. After a couple of minutes, the helmet light
turns off and our bodies quit jerking.
I watch the screen for several minutes and then see Bruce slowly
remove the helmet. He sits up and looks at his body. Then he
looks at my sleeping body. He has a big grin on his face. He gets
out of bed and almost falls. He walks clumsy over to my sleeping
body and hooks the IV up to me. After he has it going, he puts the
restraints on me. Then he walks out of the room. That video is
finished.
I remove that video and put video number Two into the VCR. It
starts off with Bruce dressed in lab clothes walking around my
body. I am laying on a table in a operating room. I watch as he
performs the breast enlargement surgery on me. I fastforward
through the video and see the other procedures that he has done
on me. I don't remember Bruce doing this to me. I remember
Doctor Johnson doing this to me. Where is Doctor Johnson now?
That's right, he went on a six month tour and won't be back. But
why do I remember someone else doing what Bruce is clearly doing
to me. And where did he develop the skills necessary to perform
this type of operation?
I fast forward through the rest of the tape and it is simply surgery
videos. I remove the video and put Video Three into the VCR. I am
back in the patient room and Bruce is talking to me. I am coming
out of the sleep and I hear Bruce say "Bruce, can you hear me? I
have stopped the medication but you are not ready to be untied
yet. The medication that put you to sleep should wear off in the
next couple of minutes and you can wake up. The treatment was a
success, by the way. You no longer have a hard cock sticking up
from your body."
I stop the video. My hands are shaking. I press the continue
button and watch and listen as I hear Bruce explain what he has
done to me. I see myself trying to break my restraints and Bruce
turning on some drugs into my IV. I see my body relax as the
drugs take affect. I rewind the Video to listen to the following
portion:
He said "It is time to start some of your training. What is
your name?"
"Bruce Wayne." I replied.
"No, I am Bruce Wayne. You are Alice Albertson. What is
your name?" he asked.
"Brruuucce Wayne" I replied, slurring the words.
"No, I am Bruce Wayne. You are Alice Albertson. What is
your name?" he asked again.
I smiled as I said "Alice. I am Alice Albertson."
"Good. We both agree. I am Bruce Wayne. You are Alice
Albertson. Who am I?" he asked.
I replied "Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne.
No matter what you do to me, you cannot convince me
otherwise. You are Bruce Wayne. I am Alice Albertson."
The rest of the video was similar. He would ask a question and
after I responded, he would tell me what he wanted the answer to
be. After I gave the correct answer, he would move on to the next
concept that he wanted me to learn.
I listened as he explained that I had to take my thyroid medicine.
It has to be something to keep me this way.
I listened as he helped me build my personality and sexual desires.
I listed as I discovered that my real memories were hidden and he
could bring them out by saying "Corn beef cabbage makes Batman
fart." and could return me to my bimbo state by saying it again. I
listened as I discovered that I had another code phrase that put me
into a learning state. That phrase was "Wonder Woman's falsies
are made out of Kryptonite."
Everything was making sense. Now I knew why I felt so
comfortable at Wayne Manor, why Batman had lost his reflexes,
why I felt that I could leap across building roofs. I am Batman. I
am Bruce Wayne, trapped in this woman's body, with implanted
memories and feelings. I have been robbed of my identity.
I look for the helmet but don't discover it anywhere. I make Xerox
copies of all of the notes and copies of the video tapes. I put
everything back in place and go back to my house. Rather I go
back to Alice's house. I recognize that I am not her even thought I
feel and look like her.
I say the phrase "Corn beef cabbage makes Batman fart" and
nothing happens. I play the video and listen to Bruce say "Corn
beef cabbage makes Batman fart" and my memories return. I
make a small tape recording of him saying this phrase. Apparently
I only respond when I hear his voice with those words.
I have to get my body and my memories back. I made a small
video of myself giving instructions and give myself instructions
using the procedures that I saw Bruce use on me. Then I injected
myself with the hypnotic drug, starting my tape as I fell asleep.
When I wake up, I feel better. I have removed my block on my
memories and now remember every thing. He can no longer control
me. However, I gave myself instructions on how to behave so I
would act as if I was still under his control.
I turn in and go to sleep because I have a lot to do in the morning.
Chapter 8 - Payback
I shower and dress after I wake-up. As I look at myself in the
bathroom mirror, I feel comfortable with being in this body. I have
adapted to being someone else and to being a woman. And I really
enjoyed sex as a woman, but I have to get my body back. I have to
get my life under control again.
I don't call and I go over to the manor. I use my key to open the
front door and go back to the kitchen dining area. Vickie is sitting
there in her robe, reading the newspaper.
She looks up as I come into the kitchen. She smiles at me and
says "Good morning. I was hoping that you would come home
today. Bruce told me that he thought that we should be sisters
and he was right. I want to get to know you better."
Alfred entered the dinning area and said "Good morning, Miss
Alice. Miss Vickie and I are getting ready to take our morning
thyroid medication. Have you had your pill yet?"
So he has Vickie on the pills now. That means that he has her
under his control. I smile at Alfred and say "Yes. but I will take
some juice. I came by to pick up some more clothes. Is Bruce
here?"
Vickie looked at Alfred and then said "He is still upstairs. Dick
came home from college yesterday."
I sat down and Alfred poured me some juice. I asked Vickie "How
long have you been here?"
"The day that you returned to your house to take care of your
business, I moved into the guest bedroom next to your room. I
have been here ever since." she said, with a shy smile.
I heard someone coming down the hall and turned to see Bruce
and Dick walking down the hall. Bruce was holding Dick's hand
as they walked. Both men were dressed in Speedo bathing suits.
Bruce saw me and dropped Dick's hand. As he entered the
kitchen, he said "What are you doing here?"
I smiled and said "I ran out of clothes and came by to pick some
more up. I didn't think that you would mind."
He frowned for a moment and then the smile came back "Well, I
was going to call you tomorrow and ask you to come back. I have
some surprises for you. Vickie moved in with us and Dick came
home from college. Dick, this is Alice."
Dick nodded at me because his mouth was wrapped around a
bagel. Bruce said to me "Come back with me for a second."
He walked out of the dinning area and I followed him into the den.
He shut the door and said "Wonder Woman's falsies are made out
of Kryptonite."
I let my eyes focus on an area not within the room and my
breathing get shallow. Bruce said "Why are you here?"
I slowly replied "I missed you. I used the clothes as an excuse."
He thought for a moment and said "You can come back. But your
new instructions are that you think that Vickie is your best friend.
She also is your lover. You will make passionate love to her when I
tell you. And another thing, you will not be jealous of Dick and me.
Or Vickie and me. You will accept my relationship with them as
being normal. Remember that you are a cunt. A slut to fuck
anyone that I want you to fuck. What are your instructions?"
I calmly said "Vickie is my lover. I enjoy sex with her. She is my
best friend. I enjoy seeing you and Dick together because I know
that he makes you happy. I am a cunt. I am your cunt and will
fuck anyone that you want me to fuck."
"Good. Wonder Woman's falsies are made out of Kryptonite." he said
again.
I shook my head as if to clear a fog. Then I looked at him and
smiled.
He walked out of the den and said "Take Vickie up to your room."
I followed him back to the kitchen and watched as he held his
hand out. Dick took his hand and they walked out to the pool. I
held my hand out to Vickie and she took it. She touched my hand
briefly, and when I didn't pull away, she ran her fingertips gently
along the palm to my wrist. I shivered at her touch. I returned
Vickie's caress with one of my own, along the back of her hand
down to her fingers. She leaned closer to me, our fingertips
touching, her breath light on my cheek. I looked up into her eyes
and nearly melted. She let me lead her upstairs to my bedroom.
That is, to my assigned bedroom.
We were barely inside my bedroom and she was already tearing off
my clothes. She bent her head, and her lips brushed mine. I felt a
spark begin at that touch and travel down my spine, radiating out
along my arms and to our still-touching fingers and further down
my back, ending in a small explosion between my quaking legs.
Vickie moaned, "did you just feel what I did?" as she unzipped and
remove my skirt.
"Yes, I'm all wet inside, just thinking about you," I replied as I
untied her robe and pushed it off her shoulder to the floor.
Vickie looked hungrily at me, her eyes moving downward to take
look at my breasts. She said "Bruce said that you have the nicer
body. He wants me to take some time off next week and see Doctor
Johnson about my breast enlargements."
I let her finish, and as her eyes returned to lock on mine, I pushed
her back on the bed, and began to kiss her: first, gently brushing
her cheek, then lightly on her lips, and then more and more as she
thrust her tongue between my lips and I through hers, our mouths
joined together, tongues intertwined, fighting each other to drive
even deeper... and then backing off to nibble on her lips, as she
licked mine, tasting, and then thrusting once again. I broke away
to continue my exploration, trailing kisses down her neck and
behind her ears, and then on down to her shoulders.
I nibbled at her earlobe and then blew gently into her ear; she
tensed at that, and then her pelvis lunged as I thrust my tongue
in. I teased her ear a moment longer, then began kissing my way
down her jaw to her throat, then across to her shoulder. I gently
kissed and licked from one shoulder to the other and back, and
then, trailing my lips lightly over her skin. She shivered at the
touch of my lips on her smooth flesh.
I began kissing her gorgeous tits -- firm 36C tits, with large,
dark aureolae, and lovely firm nipples, my lips occasionally
straying down to her belly button. I knew so well what I wanted to
do to turn her on, but where I had made love to her when I was
Bruce. I started licking them, feeling her nipples growing, and
getting firmer from my teasing.
I positioned myself straddling her with one knee between her legs,
and she began grinding her mound against my thigh. I could feel
her wetness leaking from her. She was totally into it by then --
writhing beneath me, her head moving from side to side, and her
hips grinding in slow figure-eights. I finally tore myself away from
her chest to continue downwards, across her stomach, kissing her.
By the time I was at her crotch, I couldn't wait any longer; she
smelled so delicious. I dived into her. She tasted heavenly.
I put my hands under her, and lifted her by her ass-cheeks, then
licked her from her ass to her pubic hair. I moved back to her
pussy and lapped up her juice, savoring it as I licked her. I moved
up to her clit, and she went crazy, bucking up into me. I slid down
a bit further so I could bring a finger up to her cunt. I slid it slowly
from her mound, past her throbbing clit, and down her slit,
passing between her inner and outer lips, and ending by teasing
her anus. I drew it back upwards as my mouth returned to suck
on her clit, and came to rest poised at her hot opening.
Vickie was wriggling her ass in an attempt to capture my finger,
but I held back and slowly inserted it into her pulsating hole. She
began to cum almost immediately, her pussy drawing my finger in
and rippling against it. I felt her let go and thrust another finger
inside, thrusting in and out as my lips and tongue worked over her
engorged clit. She just continued cumming, and finally I stopped
as she writhed, gasping for breath, underneath me.
I began thrashing around, pumping my pelvis against her. She
settled down onto me, and our pussies ground together as we
sucked each other cunts. Vickie started moaning again herself,
then she began humping up and down. We must have been at it
for over an hour, cumming together and alternately, before she
finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted.
Chapter 5 - Two weeks later
I slowly wake up and stretch. It feels good to not have to get up
anymore. Deciding to retire from my medical practice and take it
easy was one of the best decisions that I ever made. I only have to
get up now, when I feel like it.
I sat up and a hunk of blond hair falls across my face. I push it
out of my face and throw the covers off. I stand and walk across
my bedroom to the bathroom. I squat and pee, then wipe myself
dry.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. I like what I did to
my hair. I like my new blond color and the permanent. I smile
and look at my cheeks as I check out my new high cheekbones.
They look very natural. The blue bruises around my eyes have
faded and I can start putting make-up on now and fixing myself
up. I say out loud "Alice Albertson, you are some sexy woman." I
like the sound of the words as I say them. I smile at myself in the
mirror and say the words again, only this time, making my voice
lower and sexier sounding "Alice Albertson, you are a very sexy
woman. Every man in Gotham City wants to fuck me."
I pull my nightie off and look at my titties. They look so natural
and real. I like the bigger shape of them. They are still a little
tender and I can't have sex yet because they need to heal a little
more, but they do make my figure look nicer. I wonder why I didn't
have the bust enlargement years ago.
As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I try to recall the wonderful
dream that I was having when I woke up and especially remember
what we did. Bruce was in it. I have been dreaming about him a
lot and my dreams are always sexual.
I open the night-stand drawer. After the dream, the sight of the
vibrator just makes me feel lonely and horny. I hold it in my
hands looking at it. It was a vibrator with interchangeable rubber
cups, etc. I flicked the switch on the handle and pressed the cup
against my thigh very lightly. The immediate feeling was
marvelously pleasant and I began rubbing the vibrator in light
circles over my thigh.
I let it drift closer to my pubic area, letting the vibrator get
closer and closer. There was a very pleasant feeling as the
device came closer to the edge of my panties. Each circular
motion of the vibrator found it moving closer and closer to
my crotch. I moved it from my thigh and pressed the head
flat against my panty covered pussy. As I alternated applied
and released pressure, I began to feel something building
in my loins. The more I did this, the harder I pressed the
rubber cup against me. It did not take long for my panties
to get wet in the crotch.
Quickly turning the vibrator off, I sat up and pushed my
hand inside my panties and felt how soaking wet I was
down there. My dark pubic hair lay in damp ringlets.
Exploring with my fingers, I inserted one in the top of my
slit. Just touching my clit sent a very pleasant jolt through
me. I began to rub myself as I turned the vibrator back on
again and pressed it against my crotch as I fingered myself.
I pushed the crotch of my panties down so that the vibrator
rested directly on my pussy. I adjusted the skin folds so that
the little nub was exposed and put the vibrator in direct
contact with that very sensitive area.
The feeling was so intense that I pulled the vibrator away
for a few seconds. When I replaced it, my clitoris was once
more covered by its hood, so the contact was extremely
wonderful and bearable. Getting used to the vibrations, I began
to push and turn the vibrator to explore the other sensitive
areas.
Then without warning, I felt my pussy begin to pulse and throb.
I pressed the vibrator harder against me, intensifying the feeling,
feeling the heat pass through my body. My breasts began to
tingle. Lifting the other hand to one tit, I could feel the nipple
standing rigidly outward. I was moaning and groaning as wave
after wave of pleasure rolled over me.
I felt like I was in another world, enjoying brand new sensations.
But I knew that I had done this before. This is my bedroom
and my vibrator. Why does this feel so new and strange?
Then it began to fade. I removed the cup and put the six inch
dildo attachment in it's place and turned it on. I raised my
left leg a little and shifted my hips, . I started going slow. It
felt as if my insides were being flipped inside out. I began to
pump the artificial penis in and out, slowly. As my excitement
began to build, I pumped faster and faster.
The vibrations were great, but I was really enjoying the pure
thrusting. I thought about turning the vibrator off, but before
I could really do it, my vagina began its explosive contractions
around the dildo as I experienced a very strong orgasm.
As I lay there in the warm afterglow, I smiled as I extracted
my toy from the still pulsing cavity. I looked down and watched
my pussy turn inside out as it clung to the soft rubber surface.
My left hand traced the outline of my sexually stimulated
nipples, adding to the pleasure of the moment.
I tried to remember the experience in my mind. It had been
as if my whole body had begun to radiate heat from the
pit of my stomach. I had felt goose bumps on my arms and
legs, my face had seemed on fire. Also there had been that
strange tingling sensation in my breasts as my heart pounded
as if it had wanted to leap from my chest. The blood had
throbbed in my temples and I could hear it rush in my ears.
It was a very good feeling. It was heavenly.
After twenty minutes, I step into the shower and let the warm
water stream over me. As it flows over my body, it feels so
good as the warmth flows around me. I normally take relaxing
baths, but I have some things that have to be done today and
need to hurry. I start washing myself and feeling how sensitive
my body is. I feel very soft and as I wash myself, I start getting
a little turned on from my gentle washing. As my washcloth
touches my vagina, I shudder from that wonderful feeling. I
find it difficult to wash and keep going because I want to
play with myself. But I have some things to do today.
I shave my legs quickly and then rinse myself. After I finish my
shower and dry off, I parade naked back into my bedroom. I know
which bra I am going to wear because I only have two bras that I
can wear for the next two weeks, while I heal. I take some lotion
and rub into my sensitive boobs. Then I put my support bra on
and some white panties. I put panty hose on, making sure that
they don't have any ruins in them. Normally I don't wear both
panties and panty hose but I am due for my period and can't be
too careful. I pick out a nice blouse and skirt and put them on.
Both are a little tight. Bruce and I are going shopping today. He
thinks that I should buy some new clothes to fit my new body and
my new image. I agree. Most of my clothes are very matronly or
formal. I don't know why I wore those styles. I find it difficult to
remember that I used to be that uptight about my appearance. I
have looked at pictures of myself over the years and I was very
stuffy.
Well, that was the old me. The new me is very vivacious and alive
and happy to be a woman. I feel like I just woke up after being
asleep most of my life. I have so much to do. So many things to
make up for. And Bruce is going to help me.
I put some highheels on and almost stumble as I walk across the
room. Funny, you would think that I would have better balance in
these things after wearing them all my life.
I blow-dry my hair and brush it the way the beautician showed me.
I still can't do it as nice as she did, but I get better each day on
making it look the way that I think it should look.
I hesitate as I start to put my make-up on. For years, I didn't wear
any and now I have to learn how to apply it. But Bruce arranged
for a couple of lessons and I can put the basics on.
I look at myself in the mirror. I am really fantastic looking and
have some nice curves. I can't wait until the next two weeks are
up so that I can have sex again.
I pick some earrings and put them on, then add a simple necklace
and a ring. I pick up my purse and look at myself again. I am very
beautiful and Bruce is very lucky because I want to be his woman.
I go down to the kitchen and pour a glass of juice to help me wash
down my daily pill. I have a small thyroid problem and have to
take this pill every day of my life.
I lock up my house and go outside to my car. I have to trade cars.
This little Honda doesn't match my new image. I get in the car and
start the engine. Then I remember that I will have to get a new
driver's license to match my new looks. Don't want any cops giving
me a hard time.
I drive slowly over to the section of town where Bruce lives. He
wants me to move in with him and I think that I will. I like being
with him. Sleeping with him, feeling him next to me. Sucking on
his cock. Having his cock inside me. All of those wonderful
feelings.
I pull into his driveway and see a strange car. I walk up to the
door and press the door bell.
"Hello, Alfred, is Bruce ready?" I ask as Alfred opens the door and I
enter the house. I like Alfred. He takes such good care of Bruce.
He looks a little bit hesitant. Then he says "Please come with me to
the den and I shall inform Master Wayne that you are here."
As we walk to the den, I see them. Bruce is coming down the
stairs and has his arms around Vickie Vale. That damn hussy is
after my man. I take a deep breath as we start to walk by the
staircase, but I decide to show her that I am not afraid of her.
"Hello Bruce. Vickie, imagine seeing you here. What a surprise.
Are you going to join Bruce and me this afternoon?" I ask in my
most honey-dripping voice.
"Hello Alice. No, I was just leaving. Thank you for the invitation
and maybe we can do it someday but I have other plans for today."
then she turned to Bruce and continued "I enjoyed myself. We will
have to have a long discussion soon. Bye."
As she walked down the stairs, I saw that she had an overnight
case in one hand. She had spent the night here. I continued my
best fuck you type of smile. The fucking bitch is trying to beat my
time.
Alfred showed her to the door and I waited until she was outside.
Then I said "What was she doing here?"
Bruce looked at me and said "Your body hasn't healed yet. She
was here to give me some very needed relief. She is a very good
fuck."
"My mouth is healed. I can do everything with my mouth that she
can do with her whole body. Bruce, why do you treat me this
way?" I pleased.
"I thought that we agreed that I could fuck whoever I wanted to
fuck." he said as he walked into the den. I followed and watched
as he lit a cigarette and sat down.
I sat down beside him and said "When did you start smoking?"
He waved the cigarette around and said "I always wanted to start,
but never did for some reason. Thought I would try it for awhile to
see if I like it. Are you going to move in here?"
"Yes. But do I have to have a separate bedroom. Why can't I sleep
with you in my.... I mean your bedroom?" I asked, puzzled as to
why I already thought about his bedroom being my bedroom.
"We have visitation rights with each other and I can have other
visitors if I want. I like fucking Vickie and I am trying to get the
Catwoman to come over to see me. You are almost healed and are
ready to move in here. We will have your new clothes delivered
here and then get what we want to bring from your house." he
said.
He drove me shopping and we shopped. He has very taste in
women's clothes for being a man. He knew what would look good
on me and what wouldn't. We bought new bras, panties, slips,
panty hose, blouses, skirts, pant suits and formal dresses. Bruce
likes to have a lot of parties and wants me to look very sexy on
those nights. We spent almost twenty thousand dollars on new
clothes for me. But as he said, I am worth it.
We shopped all day and then went back to Wayne Mansion. I
wanted to sleep with Bruce but he wouldn't let me. He said
something about doctor's orders
I awoke the next morning to find the sunlight gently radiating into
my bedroom. I was confused for a moment and was trying to
determine why I was in this bedroom and not in the master
bedroom. Then I remembered our discussion last night.
Alfred had prepared coffee in my anteroom and it's wonderful smell
was calling me. The warm glow from the morning sun illuminated
the room and inspired me to have my morning coffee while sitting
naked at my window seat. My thyroid pill is on the tray and I take
that with my coffee. As I reclined against the pillows, I felt the rays
of sun bathe my naked body in a glorious warmth.
I saw Bruce working out in the backyard gym. He has a very
expensive workout area and spends a lot of time at it from his
overall physique. The sweat glistening from his muscles left me
breathless and starved for sex. Seeing him work out made me
crave the endless hours of lovemaking that I was looking forward
to.
His skin was bronzed by the sun. He was built well, his arms and
legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight shorts he
wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front that made
me stir as I watched him lift weights and work out.
I wanted him. I was very aroused. I decided to go on down to the
pool and take in some sun. I dug my new bikini out of my clothes
that I purchased yesterday. As I was tying the top around my back,
I tried to imagine what I could do to get him to make love to me
today. After I was suited up, I went to my mirror to make
adjustments for the maximum benefit.
My breasts are DD-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of
the bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full,
my cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I turned
sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They looked
perfect against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the
thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was
strategically placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully
spread my vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My pubic hair that
was exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had
begun to seep from deep within me.
If I couldn't have sex with him, I would see how aroused I could get
him from looking at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in
those tight little shorts. I liked dressing seductively. I enjoy
wondering what men are thinking while they look at me,
fantasizing about what they would do to me if they had the chance.
I walked outside to the pool. I opened the door and stepped out
into the patio. The noise of the door opening prompted him to turn
around.
"Good morning. I slept very good last night. How do you like my
new bathing suit?" I asked.
"Don't know if it looks good on you or you make it look good." he
said as he stared at my chest.
"I just want some sun. Go ahead with your workout." I said as I
laid in the nearest lounge chair.
He started doing chinups. I said "Alfred spent the night with me
last night. He said that I was the best fuck that he ever had. He
couldn't figure out why you didn't want to touch me. I told him
that I thought you were gay."
He quit doing his chinups and I decided to go all the way. I put my
hands behind my back to pull loose the strings of my bikini. I
looked up at him as my top slid down to my belly exposing my bare
breasts. He was watching me, his eyes alive with pleasure. I let my
lips form a soft smile as I returned his steady gaze.
I slipped my bikini bottoms off also. My pubic hair shimmered in
the sunlight, as I felt the warmth of the rays caress my entire body.
Bruce was still busily trying to keep focusing his attention on his
exercise. I knew that he wanted to look at me, and I gave him
every available opportunity to do exactly that.
"I think that Alfred knocked me up last night. For a little man, he
has a mighty big cock. If I have his baby, will you still love me?" I
said very casually.
He looked at my bare pussy and breasts. He walked over to the
cabana and returned with some oil. He said "You don't want to get
a sunburn yet. Your skin is still too sensitive."
As I applied the oil, I said "How would you know how sensitive my
skin is? Alfred can tell you after last night. He has such
wonderful hands. And his tongue. When he speaks French and
runs his tongue up and down a clit, he proves what a master he
is."
I let the oil drip down to coat my already hard nipple. Then he
smiled and reached towards my breasts and began to rub the oil
into my nipple area with moderate pressure. I let my eyes close as I
felt his fingers caress the very tips of my nipple. I watched as he
held the bottle above my other breast and let oil run down onto it.
He watched as the droplets intersected with my skin and slid down
to my chest. He then squeezed small puddles of oil onto my belly,
legs, and the top of my pussy. I felt the warm oil run down the
inside of my inner thighs and onto my asshole. He began to
massage my breasts and belly with his slickened hands as I felt a
warm feeling inside that I knew was my body releasing my fluid
onto my vaginal lips. He began his decent to my lower body, slowly
rubbing the oil deeper into my skin. I felt his cock getting harder as
it was pressed against the side of my torso. He began moaning
slightly with each stroke of his hands.
I closed my eyes as he let two fingers slide onto the center of my
pussy, I watched him savor the taste of my sweet juices on his
fingers after he had felt that I was very hot. I let him massage the
oil onto my pussy as well as my upper thighs. I kept my eyes
closed and imagined that what it would feel like if his cock were
inside of me and we were making love. My body was moving gently
against his hand while I sighed and moaned in pleasure. I opened
my eyes to see him gazing fondly between my legs, he watched as
he increased the pressure on my pussy. "You have a perfect body. I
want to make love to you."
Bruce reached down and pulled at one of my nipples, I let my head
fall back and arched my back to show my boobs off. Bruce pulled
his shorts off, his cock was already firm with anticipation. He
swung a leg over the chair and me so that his crotch was right in
front of my mouth. I smiled at him and took his cock in my hand
and lead it to my mouth. Starting at the top, I licked all the way to
his balls, increasing the pressure as I went along. Bruce's eyes
were closed as he began to push deeper into my throat. I was
soaking him with my saliva as he plunged deeper into me. I knew
that I have to relax when I performed fellatio. I wanted to do
everything I could to please him. I curled my tongue to cover as
much area of his dick as I could, and begin the suction from the
deepest point of my mouth. He was pumping my mouth just as if it
was my cunt. He would begin short strokes, only allowing the tip of
his head to enter my mouth, then pushing deeper into my throat
while I sucked him for all that he was worth.
"You like to suck dick. Your luscious lips were created with that in
mind." Bruce said as he was pumping deep into my mouth, I was
sucking him harder with each stroke. Bruce was fingering my
pussy, I could feel the wetness inside me. I knew that I was close to
orgasm but I wanted to hold it as long as possible.
He helped me off the lounge. I knew what was coming next and I
couldn't wait. I felt my legs tremble as I stood to wait for Bruce's
instructions. "Why don't you get down on all fours so that I can
take better care of you." I bent over and rested my body on my
hand and knees. My ass was arched high in the air so that
Bruce could see the juices dripping down my inner thighs.
Bruce was rubbing his cock against my pussy lips as I started
groaning. I felt as if I were about to explode, my legs were trembling
and I didn't know how much longer I could hang on.
Bruce slid his rigid cock up into my tight cunt and began pumping
only the head. He knew that I liked to be teased, and he loved to
keep me on edge as to what was going to happen next. I was in
total ecstasy, Bruce was pumping deeper and deeper into me. I had
never experienced such a total release.
He grabbed the sides of my ass and pulled me harder and harder
onto him. He was giving it to me with a force I had never
experienced. I looked back at Bruce, his eyes were closed tightly as
I felt his pressure increase.
I felt my pussy swell and tighten as I tried to hold off just a little
longer, but it was no use. I let out a low, deep moan as I felt my
cum gush and coat Bruce's cock. He followed my lead and pumped
feverishly, intensifying his plunges with every stroke. Bruce's
juices rushed forward into me and then began to flow back out
onto the ground, while coating both our legs. I couldn't hold all of
it and so it seeped out and down the sides of my legs. He slowed
his motions to release all of his fluid into my pussy. My muscles
contracted on Bruce so that I drained every last drop from him.
He pulled out and pulled me to my feet. My whole body was shaky
from the experience, so my balance wasn't what it usually was.
Bruce embraced me and held me for a moment. He broke the
silence by asking "Have you ever had a better fucking?" I knew that
it was the best cock that I had ever had.
Chapter 9 - Following them
Batman and Robin went on patrol. As soon as they left the
Batcave, I went downstairs to the Batcave disguise room and put
on a Wonder Woman outfit.
Wonder Woman is a friend of mine and we have worked as a team
several times. During one of her trips to Gotham City, she stayed
over three weeks, using my Batcave as a base for her project. All
of the super heroes, except Superman, have several dozen copies of
their uniforms. They get tore, dirty, and age fast. Who supports a
super hero wearing a faded, dirty uniform. She left two of her
uniforms here. She didn't leave her magical belt which was the
embodiment of her psychic spirit and, while away from paradise
island, was the only way she could draw psychic strength from the
elements, giving her the incredible strength, skill and stamina of
Wonder Woman. Those items never wore out so she did not have
copies of those items. But I had some look-alike copies of them.
They just didn't have any magical properties.
I put the red, white and blue uniform on. It was a little loose in the
hips and tight in the bust. So my boobs are bigger than Wild
Woman's and her ass is bigger than mine. Interesting.
I put her boots on and then found a black, shoulder-length wig that
I put on and fastened to my hair, making sure that my blond hair
was hid. I put on my copies of the femimim barrette to help hold
the wig in place, put the belt on, fastened the rope to the belt, and
slid the bracelets around my wrist. I put some lipstick on and
looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a dark-haired Alice
Albertson going to a costume party. Well, in the dark, or in a faint
light, I could pass for Wonder Woman because of the costume.
I grabbed a small first aid kit and emptied it out except for two
needles that I filled with the hypnotic drug. I wouldn't have the
opportunity to use but one and if that failed, I was not going to
survive this. I put the first aid kit on my belt. I would have
preferred wearing my utility belt, but that would look very strange
on Wonder Woman's waist.
I went to my Bat electronics room and found a portable voice
transducer and a wrist radio. I searched through my tapes of
telephone and radio calls and found a couple of samples where I
had taped Wonder Woman's voice. I modified the voice transducer
to convert my Alice voice to a voice that sounded like Wild
Woman's voice. I knew that Bruce didn't know what Wild
Woman's voice sounded like, but he does know and recognize
Alice's voice.
I also picked up a small Batmobile finder. I have used it before to
follow the Batmobile when the Batmobile was under the control of
someone else. I hopped on a Batcycle and started it. As that nice,
vibration spread between my legs, I felt like grabbing a Bat dildo
and inserting into my vagina. Maybe, next time.
******
I found the Batmobile parked on a street. I knew that Batman
and Robin were up on the rooftops on patrol. I hid the Batcycle so
they wouldn't see it and climbed up to the roofs. I raced across
rooftops until I saw some movement on a roof ahead. I was able to
recognize the red jerkin that Robin wears. I stopped and activated
the voice transducer and wrist radio.
"Calling Batman. This is Wonder Woman." I said.
I saw them stop. Then I heard Bruce's voice "Go ahead Wonder
Woman."
"Hi Batman. I arrived in Gotham City about two hours ago. I
trailed a spy on the train and he just checked into a hotel. I expect
him to sleep for the rest of the night and then he will meet his
contact for lunch. I have the rest of the night free for whatever.
What are you doing tonight?" I said.
"Robin and I are on patrol. Would you like to join us?" came his
voice over the radio.
"Hi Robin. I thought that you were away. I ...." I paused, clicked
the radio, and then re-started the transmission as if I was having
difficulty determining what to say, then I continued "I thought that
you might be alone and would want some company. I am a little
embarrassed because I was hoping that you would be alone
Batman. You see, Steve and I broke up. On the trainride here, I
developed a little scenario where you and I found a little quiet
rooftop to .. to sit and talk." I said.
Batman's voice changed as he said "You and Steve broke up.
Interesting. Well, Robin was just getting ready to turn back and go
back to the Batcave for a research project. I suppose that I could
join you. Where are you now?"
I gave an address that was several blocks away. He suggested that
I meet him at a building that very close to where he was now. I
counter-offered another building that would take him a couple of
minutes to get to, but one that he could get to, with his current
climbing skill level. I had to get there first. He agreed and we shut
down the radio communication.
I watched as he and Robin talked for a minute. Then Robin left
him and climbed off of the building. As I worked my way across
the rooftops, I stopped to check on the current status of the
Batmobile. It was moving and headed out of the city. Robin was
leaving.
I saw Batman working his way across some rooftops and almost
laughed at the clumsy way that he was maneuvering across the
different buildings. I had worked my way to where I was very close
to the building where I wanted to face him but it was on the other
side of the street.
I turned the radio back on and said "Hi, Batman. I am almost
there. But I forgot to bring a pillow."
He responded "We can use my cape. We can roll it up and it
makes a nice pillow."
I cooed "You know I wanted to do this when I worked with you last
fall, but I was going steady with Steve at that time."
"We will make up for it tonight." he replied.
I said "Come and get me. I am getting ready to swing across the
street." as I shut off the radio. I could see him from where I was
standing.
I took my rope and lassoed a chimney on a building across the
street. Then I swung out and across the street. I knew that he
was watching and could clearly see the long black hair and the
short Wonder Woman red, white, and blue leotard. I wanted him
to think that it was really Wonder Woman before he got here.
I walked to the far side of the roof and took off the radio and voice
transducer from my belt. I removed the first aid kit, took out the
two needles and got them ready. Then I held one of the needles in
my right hand so that it was hid from sight.
I stood on the roof top, with my legs spread wide and my hands on
my hips. With the slight breeze blowing through my hair, and the
faint light from the distant street lights, I knew that he wouldn't be
able to tell that I was not Wonder Woman.
I heard his footsteps crunching on the rooftop behind me. His
arms circled my chest and his hands cupped my boobs as he
breathed into my ear "Hi."
I turned quickly and pulled his face to my lips, knowing that he
would shut his eyes in anticipation of the kiss. As I kissed him,
his tongue tried to enter my mouth and I let it. With my left hand,
I reached between our bodies and started rubbing his erection. As
I did this, he spread his legs slightly to give my hand better access
to his cock. I rubbed it as if I wanted his cock, but I was really
checking it to see if he had on a protective cup. He didn't.
I quickly brought my knee up sharply and hard into his gonads.
My knee had the expected result. No man can stand or move when
that occurs. As he fell, I jabbed the needle into his hip, plunging a
double doze of the hypnotic drug into his body.
"Aggggggh." he screamed.
As he rolled in pain on the roof, I removed the black wig. It had
served it's purpose to hide my appearance long enough. As he
rolled in pain, he looked and then recognized me "YOU!!!!!!!"
He tried to get to his knees but couldn't do anything but remain
doubled up with the pain. From Alice's records, I knew that the
drug worked in forty-five seconds to 90 seconds on my body and
was effective for three hours. I also knew that his pain and mental
stage might extend that time so all I had to do, was just to stay out
of his way until the drug kicked in.
He pulled himself to his knees and slowly stood, but he was bent
over. He said "Wonder Woman's falsies are made out of Kryptonite."
as he tried to take control of my mind.
I stepped backwards and said "Guess again. See how real they
are." and I pulled my top down to flash him the very real boobs.
"Wonder Woman's falsies are made out of Kryptonite. Wonder
Woman's falsies are made out of Kryptonite. Wonder Woman's falsies
are made out of Kryptonite." he screamed at me.
I smiled and pulled my top back up as I said "You haven't been a
man long enough to know that every man has one very sensitive
spot where a well placed knee, can destroy him. I know what you
did to me and how you did it. Now I am in control and I am going
to take my body back."
He reached out to grab me but I easily side-stepped his slow grab.
As he followed me across the rooftop I was counting the seconds
and I began to get worried as a minute passed.
Then his knees collapsed as the drug started taking effect. He
rolled onto the roof. I slowly approached him and removed his
cowl, making sure to watch his hands for any sudden movements.
After I removed the cowl, I removed the Batlight from his utility belt
and shined in into his eyes. The pupils were very dilated.
I said "Bruce, where is the helmet?"
He replied "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Bruce, I am your friend. I am trying to help and to make the hurt
go away. Where is the helmet?" I again asked, using the
techniques that he had used on me.
He slowly replied "I don't..... don't..... What helmet?"
"The helmet that you used to swap our bodies. I need it to help
you with your plans." I replied.
He slowly said "I hid it. In the lab. Above the ceiling over my
desk."
I said "Stand up."
He slowly stood up.
I handed him the cowl and said "I am here to help you. You must
do as I instruct you. If you do not do what I tell you, then your
plan won't work."
"I will do what you want. My plan must work." he said.
"Put the cowl back on and follow me." I said as I put the black wig
back on.
I opened the roof door and walked down the steps to the outer
door, with him following me. We walked to the corner and I
stopped a taxi.
"I am Wonder Woman and Batman has been hurt. I must borrow
your taxi to take him back to the Batcave. Your taxi will be
returned to you tomorrow, good citizen of Gotham." I said to the
driver.
He looked at me and at Batman standing there. As he got out, he
said "Batman makes the streets safe for us. I will do anything to
help. Take it."
I gave the taxi driver a quick kiss on the cheek and brushed my
boobs against him as payment for his willing sacrifice. I helped
Batman into the backseat and drove us to the lab.
I had to pick the lock on the door and it took a couple of minutes
to find the helmet. I drove us back to the Batcave. The taxi didn't
have a door opener so I had to use the hidden walk-in entrance
after entering the code on the hidden door lock.
I had Batman lay down on the hospital bed and started an IV into
his arm, with a mild sleeping compound going into his body. Then
I moved the other hospital bed beside his bed and put an IV on the
bed so it would be ready.
I undressed myself and put the strange helmet on my head after
adjusting a couple of dials. My body jerks once and then I remove
the helmet and put it on Batman. I shut the IV off going into
Batman's arm. I put the helmet on Batman's head and re-set
some of the dials. I quickly lay down on the other bed, and inject a
sleeping compound into my arm. My eyes shut as I fall asleep.
*****
When I wake up, I am in my body. Bruce Wayne's body. Alice's
body is in the next bed and is still asleep with the IV still flowing
the sleeping compound into her body.
I stand up and feel weak but my strength is quickly returning. I
put the helmet away and take off the Batsuit. I feel funny. I am in
my normal body but I don't feel normal. Normal was being
smaller. Normal was having boobs jiggle on my chest. I rub my
hand across my face and feel the stubble on my face. I prefer the
smooth face and don't like this stubble. Although I am back in my
body, I have a lot of adjustment to do when I have time.
I ran my fingers up and down my large chest. I stopped my hands
at my nipples to rub and play with them until they got hard. They
were not as sensitive as the nipples on my Alice body. My cock was
really starting to throb now. I slid my hands all over my chest a few
times, lingering for a few seconds at the area around my nipples. I
slid my hands down my sides and started to stroke my smooth,
tight thighs
My body was tense with my arousal. My breathing started to get
heavy. My hands continued to rub my body. But I didn't touch my
cock yet. I wanted to prolong this. I wanted a hole to stick it in. I
wanted the hole to be on me. I wanted to fuck myself with my own
cock. I just stood there for a few minutes. My body shining with a
light coating of sweat. My penis throbbed and stuck straight out
from my muscular body. I had a patch of dark curly hair at the base
of my shaft.
I walked over to the mirror, my cock bobbing up and down as I
walked. It turned me on to see my 7 inch penis sticking out in
front of me. I slowly brushed my hand up and down the length of
my shaft, while watching myself in the mirror. My eyes traveled all
over my slightly hairy chest. Going down to my flat stomach, then
to my cock with its patch of brown pubic hair. Meanwhile, my
hand grasped my hard dick and started to stroke it as my other
hand caressed my balls, working its way back to my tight ass
cheeks. Rubbing my ass in the same tempo that I stroked my dick.
The pre-cum started to ooze out of the head of my cock, a small
glistening trail of it traveled down my cock head, onto my shaft
and stroking hand making it slippery. I stopped stroking my dick
long enough to spread my jism all over the head, making it shine.
A low moan escaped me as my passion built up. I started stroking
my cock harder and faster now, while my other hand feverishly
roamed all over my muscled body. All I could think of was my hard
cock.
With my passion building, I started to moan as my orgasm started
to build. My balls got tight and pulled up. My cock oozed a think
stream of pre-cum which slid down my shaft and over my tight fist,
leaving a gleaming trail. I stroked my shaft faster and faster as my
cum built up in my tight balls! My other hand continued stroking
my chest.
A low moan escaped me as I began to feel my cum work its way up
my throbbing shaft. My eyes locked onto my reflection in the
mirror as I watched the head of my cock swell and shoot out a
thick white stream of cum. My cock was pointed straight up as I
stroked it. My cum landed in a stream from my nipple down to my
stomach. I stroked my cock as I shot out 4 more big squirts of my
cum.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror and realized what was
happening. As Alice, my personality had been conditioned to get
horny whenever I saw Bruce's naked body. Even though I was in
my body, my mind had started turning on the sexual desires. Now
that I knew what was happening to me, I was able to exercise
enough self control so that I could put on my jeans and shirt. As I
dressed, I felt the strong sexual urge subside.
I shut the sleeping compound off and hook up the hypnotic drug. I
watch her body and when I start seeing signs of her waking up, I
start the hypnotic drug flowing into her body. After a couple of
moments, I see the new drug take affect as her body relaxes and
she eases into the hypnotic state.
I said "Alice, can you hear me?"
She replies "I am no longer Alice. I am Bruce now. I am very
happy being Bruce. I am Bruce Wayne."
I said "Alice, you have been dreaming. You had a dream. You
dreamed that you changed bodies with Bruce Wayne and you also
imagined that he was Batman."
"I did change bodies with him. I am Bruce Wayne." she replied
"No, you just dreamed it. Remember when you were a little girl
and you pretended that you were a super hero and later you
pretended that you were Batman." I said.
"Yes, I used to pretend and dream about being Batman." she
replied.
"You just had another dream. It was not real. You are still Alice." I
said.
She slowly replied "It was only a dream. I am Alice."
"Yes. It was a dream. You have never been anyone but Alice. You
tried to change your life by having plastic surgery on your body.
Do you remember that, Alice?" I asked.
"Yes, I remember the surgery. I had my boobs enlarged. I changed
my nose." she replied.
******
After about six hours of that, I turned off the hypnotic drug and re-
started the sleeping compound. She had forgot about being me,
about me being Batman, about what she did to Alfred, Dick, and
Vickie, and about the helmet. She also forgot about the hypnotic
drug. She was going to wake up and be Alice, but not the old
Alice. She was going to be the Alice that she had turned me into.
She was going to be a cunt, a fucking sexpot cunt that was in love
with Bruce Wayne. She would do whatever I wanted her to do. I
didn't plan on keeping her that way forever. Only until such time
that I was sure that she was happy being the new Alice and that
she would never remember anything about what she did to me.
I looked at the clock. It was 11 pm. I had spent the night
changing bodies and the day re-building memories for Alice. I was
tired.
The sleeping potion that was flowing through her body would keep
her asleep for the rest of the night and I could go upstairs and get
some rest. Tomorrow, I can work on Dick, Alfred and Vickie.
I walked upstairs and quietly down my hallway to my master
bedroom. I would sleep in the bed that I am supposed to sleep in
tonight. My room was dark, but I could hear someone sleeping
quietly in my bed. I smell the faint scene of Vickie's perfume and
know that she has been waiting on me.
I undress and slip into bed. I slid over so that I am lying in her
curl and put my arm over her to cup her breast. I find a flat
muscular chest covered with smooth pecs.
Dick's voice echoes around the room as he says "I knew that you
would tire of her and come back to me. We have something special
between us now. I am sorry that we wasted all of those years when
we could have been sharing our desires." as he turns around and
starts rubbing my cock.
It only takes a second for me to recover and then I smile. After all,
I still have Alice's sex drive and sexual desires in my memory. I am
just a very sexy Alice in Bruce Wayne's body.
Slowly, I placed my hand on Dick's chest. I could feel the heat
radiating off of his hot smooth skin. I moved my hand off to the
sides of Dick's chest, slowly until I touched his nipple. Its was stiff
and a dark brown color, without any hair. I slowly touched Dick's
nipple with the tip of my finger, and Dick sighed with pleasure
I began to get overcome by my lust for this smooth boy. I felt his
hand begin to rub my cock. My breathing began to get heavy, as
my hard, throbbing cock stood straight up. His shaft and balls
were also smooth and hairless. Dick stood up on the bed, his dick
standing out in front of him. He slowly rubbed his hand up down
the length of his shaft, while his other hand played with his balls.
He continued this until a drop of his pre-cum appeared at the slit
of his penis. He then got on his knees and moved closer to me. His
cock was inches away from my mouth.
With his hand firmly wrapped around his hard shaft, he brought
the glistening tip of his prick to my chest, and rubbed some of the
goo on his cock onto my nipple. I moaned with my desire. My
cock throbbed rapidly now. Dick leaned closer and pulled me up.
We were standing on our knees facing each other. Our hard cocks
almost touching. Dick reached out pulled me by my shoulders,
until our hard bodies were touching. He wrapped his arms around
me, as I did the same to him. Our bodies pressed against each
other. Our chest rubbing, nipples hard and brushing against our
smooth skin. Our two cocks were also rubbing together now, juices
mixing from each other. I wanted my heavy 38DD breasts so Dick
could suck on them.
Dick quickly leaned forward, and I fell back, onto the bed with Dick
falling on top of me. I was moaning now, mad with desire. The
feeling of all that hot, smooth boy flesh pressed against my own
was making me go crazy. Dick slid down the length of my straining
body. He stopped at my chest and began to rub it. He licked and
then sucked on each of my nipples. He then slid further down to
my pulsing cock. Dick wrapped his hand around my shaft and
began to very slowly pump me.
I was pulling on his body and he was rotating so that his bobbing
cock was above my face. He straddled my face, with his 7 inch rod
hanging in my face. He lowered himself until the tip of his cock
touched my forehead. I eagerly reached up and grabbed the
swollen head. I began to jack Dick's cock. Almost as soon as I
began, I saw some cum leak out of the head. I brought his head to
my mouth and slowly began to lick it
Dick had stopped jerking on my cock and began to slowly suck it.
As soon as I felt my throbbing meat slide into Dicks mouth, I
reached my hands around Dick to grab his ass and shove his cock
deep into my mouth. I now had 4 inches of cock stuffed in my
mouth, with two heavy balls hanging in my face. I could feel the
hard, hot throbbing shaft begin to swell, as I swirled my tongue
over the head and glans of this wonderful cock. I was at my peak
now...my hips began to buck, as I tried to shove my cock deeper
down Dick's throat.
We were covered in a coating of sweat now. We were moaning and
making noises, as we reached our peak, and began to shoot our
cum into and all over each other.
I felt the cock in my mouth swell up and then begin to shoot a big
load of cum, which filled my mouth and began to drip down my
cheeks. I swallowed the first couple of spurts, and let the rest
spray all over me.
My cock began to dump its load at the same time. Dick sucked my
cock all the way down his throat, which made me cum even
harder. But then he took my dick out of his mouth and rapidly
stroked his fist up and down it, so my cum sprayed all over his
chest.
He collapsed on top of me, as his cock continued its spurts, all
over my chest and stomach. When we finally stopped shooting
cum, we just laid there. Dick was lying on top of me, with his cock
pressed against my stomach.
We fell asleep, exhausted with each other's cum drying on us.
Chapter 10 - The new family
I slowly eased out bed. Dick was sleeping soundly. I looked at his
naked body lying in my bed and wanted his cock in me. Now that I
was back in Bruce's body, I could only take it in my mouth or ass.
As I took a shower, I tried to think about all these strange emotions
running through me. I knew that my personality was still the Alice
personality and that she had these strong sexual desires built into
her personality. I knew that it was the Alice personality that had
sucked Dick's cock and that it was the twisted Alice's personality
that had modified Dick's sexual desires to be gay.
I had to put everyone back to where they should be and then to
work upon myself. I cannot go around with all of these strange
desires floating around inside my head. I have a job to do. I am
Batman.
As I was thinking these things, I didn't realized it but I was
stroking myself. When I realized what I was doing, I quit and
hurriedly dressed.
When I went downstairs, Vickie was reading the newspaper. I
smiled as I sat down. She said "I have missed you. When can I
spend the night with you?"
At that moment, Alfred opened the door and came in carrying a
breakfast tray, with juice and everyone's pills. I said quietly
"Wonder Woman's falsies are made out of Kryptonite."
Alfred and Vickie looked forward and both of their faces went
blank. He used the same code words on them. I said "Wild
Woman's falsies are made out of Kryptonite." again and watched as
they returned to normal, not realizing that they had been
momentarily hypnotized.
I said "I have a lot to do today and tonight. But tomorrow, we will
spend all day together."
*****
It has been a long day. I worked some more with Alice and finally
felt confident in my re-building her mind. I took her back home.
When she wakes up, she will be the Alice that I turned her into.
She will not be the old matronly Alice, but will be the sexy young
Alice that she wanted me to be. She has returned to her work and
has sold her company to Wayne Industries, where she will work
and report to me.
Dick has gone back to college. Although I would have liked to play
with him a little more, I removed the memories of his gay
experiences with me and sent him back to the little honey that he
was banging at school. After a couple of licks of her pussy, he will
be the old normal Dick Grayson, with no homosexual desires or
memories.
Alfred was the easiest to restore. Then Vickie required more work.
She had quit her job when she moved in with the phony Bruce.
Although I would love to keep her in my bed, I have to go back to
being Batman. I can't have a woman or anyone that keeps me from
being the Batman. So I modified her memories so she remembers
only that she had another affair with Bruce that didn't work out.
And she forgot about the gay things that she saw Bruce and Dick
do with each other. She went back home and will wake up feeling
very normal tomorrow. I will arrange for the newspaper to hire her
back.
But now comes the real problem. I still think as the Alice that I
was. My personality is still driven by the sexual desires that were
the key to her personality. I have recorded a video as Bruce where
I will give instructions to myself, using the same techniques that
were so successfully used on me. I will take the Alice personality
and hide it away and restore the Bruce personality. I find it hard
to do this, because I want to be Alice. I want to feel the boobs
bouncing on my chest. I want to put on make-up, brush my long
blond hair and turn someone on. I want to feel a hard cock slide
into me. I find it difficult to return to the monkish, almost celibate
life that I used to live as Bruce and Batman. So I have made one
small concession to my strong desires.
I will hide my Alice personality away and restore my Bruce
personality with full access to Alice's memories. After all, I can't
delete this learning experience. I will give myself a code phrase
that can re-activate the Alice personality and de-activate the Bruce
personality. And when I take a vacation, I can enjoy myself.
My video is ready and I am lying on the hospital bed. I reach up
and start the IV and then the video. As the warmth flows through
my body, I hear my voice on the video say "Bruce, we are going to
build a wall in our memory The wall will protect you from the
confusion that you are feeling. You can trust what we are doing to
ourselves."
I repeat faintly "a wall" as I fall asleep.
The End