“Comfortable up there, Mr. Wayne?” Ra’s Al Ghul couldn’t resist gloating as he gazed up at the bound and suspended Batman, or rather Bruce Wayne,  as his uncovered face was plain for all to see, as was his uncowled muscular scar-covered body. The scene was lit by the glowing green Lazarus Pit that Bruce hovered over in an almost stereotypical position of distress, held by a contraption suspending him from a wire set to drop him at either the press of a button or the mildest of twitches from him, should he attempt to escape himself. Either way there was no way out but down for Bruce, as no mind was so brilliant that it could defeat gravity, and there were no gadgets to save him now.

“An uncharacteristic attack of yours.” Bruce noted calmly, his face frozen despite his perilous position. “The charity ball attendees must be wondering where their host is right now.”

“A necessary disrespect, I’m afraid. Or perhaps I was just a little too eager for your company.” Ra’s admitted, having sprung a trap upon him while he was in his Bruce Wayne persona and significantly less equipped to deal with the situation, resulting in his capture. Ra’s had a great respect for Batman despite having deduced his identity years ago, rarely using this knowledge to his advantage. To break his own code of honour, Ra’s must have had something big planned for him.

“I’m all ears.” Bruce said sardonically, hoping to glean at least a little of Ra’s intentions before being dunked in the Lazarus Pit, something he hadn’t been able to puzzle out no matter how hard he thought. The Lazarus Pit was intended to revive and rejuvenate, but Bruce was as healthy as he could be for his age, meaning it should kill him or drive him insane if submerged for long enough. Yet if Ra’s wanted him dead, there were a thousand ways he could have done it while he was helpless. Did he think he would be more likely to join his cause if he were rendered insane first?

“I suppose I could enlighten you. After all, even you can’t escape from this.” Ra’s smiled. The security was light; only himself and his daughter Talia quietly watching with her arms folded in the room with them. Whatever it was, it was intended to be over  “And I would love for you to know the details of our upcoming partnership, but…”

With a click of the remote he was holding, Ra’s sent Bruce falling without another word. Even in his moment of triumph, Ra’s wasn’t one to waste any more precious seconds and risk a sudden rescue or other miraculous escape.

“I’m sure everything will be very clear in just a moment.”

Bruce’s mind raced at a mile a minute. He was confident that he could be out of the pool in under three seconds after landing, minimising whatever effects it would have on him. Once he was out, he had odds of fighting off Talia and Ra’s and making it out of wherever he was, betting that they wanted him alive rather than dead. Everything after that, he would worry about when he got there. It was a simple, optimistic plan, but the best one he could have made given the circumstances. Unfortunately, the moment he hit the water it completely fell apart.

 Bruce’s powerful limbs went numb upon contact with the water, and his calculating mind slowed to a crawl. The situation had been inescapable after all, was the one thought he could summon before his brain was overwhelmed by the magic and sensations of the transformative waters.

“So, will it work?” Talia said as she watched Bruce sink. As supportive as she was of her father and his plans, she felt a pang of regret as she watched her forbidden love sink beneath the rippling waters of the modified pit. Whoever climbed out would have room in their heart for one person and one person only, and she knew it wouldn’t be her.

“Of course it will, my dear.” Ra’s’ confidence was unshakable. “I wouldn’t modify something so precious if I weren’t absolutely certain. In a few short moments, Batman will be no more, and I will have the wife I’ve always deserved…”

True to their rejuvenating properties, the first thing to change about Bruce was the scars fading from his body, his skin going from battered and beaten to clean of any sign of conflict, and already suspiciously supple. By the time his feet brushed against the bottom of the pit his body hair has completely vanished, the only hair left on him on his head, and as if to compensate it was rapidly growing, flowing around him until it might have brushed against his shoulders were he standing up.

His skin didn’t stop there, going from smooth for a man to the softness of a woman, smooth and gentle to the touch. It was skin that didn’t belong on such a muscular frame, and the muscles faded as if in agreement. Bruce was a large man, broad shouldered and built like a boxer, yet his frame was shedding its size and weight as if it were ashamed to be there. His chiselled abs flattened out and his arms thinned until they were awkwardly spindly on his broad body, something soon corrected by his shoulders compacting inwards. They shrunk closer and closer together, Bruce momentarily resembling the soft-bodied billionaire he was supposed to be before it went from non-threatening to downright feminine, too narrow for even the girliest of men.

He’d lost a lot of mass along with his muscles, but his body continued to shrink in every way but his height. His waist sank inwards into a distinctly feminine curve, while his chest slimmed down for merely a moment before it bulged out again at the pecs, rounding out as his masculine pecs became what were unmistakably feminine breasts, and big ones at that. His nipples turned puffy and hardened as his new breasts filled out, and then to the size of small melons, big enough that his hands couldn’t have covered them even if they hadn’t been becoming smaller and daintier by the moment.

His hips gained a pleasing feminine curve as they bucked the trend of moving inwards by surging outwards, his powerful thighs losing their muscle but not their mass as they became juicy and thick just by trading hard muscle for soft, jiggly flesh. His butt swelled to live up to his thighs, leaving him with a wobbling bubble butt that helped him achieve an almost perfect hourglass of thickness. The unsightly male member that hung between them to its credit took quite a while to finish shrinking until it was sucked inward, replaced quickly with a hungry set of feminine folds that begged to be filled the moment it came into existence. For the feeling that had overwhelmed Bruce’s brain was one of ecstasy, his, no, her body celebrating his transformation by sending pleasure through its every nerve.

All the while this had been happening, Bruce’s face had been shifting to match. His square jaw narrowed into a soft, narrow curve, lips filling out and cheekbones rising while his nose shrank and eyelashes lengthened. Within moments Bruce had a beautiful face befitting her body, but not one of a youthful woman, the pit specifically designed by Ra’s and his tamperings to make sure wrinkles and signs of age would never blemish her newly minded face, but with a mature beauty that befit his own sensibilities.

And of course, just as importantly as his body, Bruce’s mind was thoroughly transformed by the pit’s magical waters. Even she herself knew it as she drifted to the surface, her eyes fluttering open as she gazed at her bust sticking out of the water. She lacked the appropriate surprise to the discovery that she had the best tits she’d ever seen in her life, her slowly focusing mind noted as she enjoyed staring at it for a few moments before gently kicking her legs to propel herself towards the shore, her body feeble in its current state and only able to gently push herself. She must have been gorgeous, she thought to herself as she washed up on the shore, certain of the fact as she realised that she had no thoughts at all of escape. Why should she? She had been delivered this beautiful body, and she felt utterly content within it. As if her life was merely buildup to this moment, and that within this body, something wonderful would happen.

That wonderful thing didn’t wait to enter her life, as a blurry figure stood over her, Bruce raising her hand to greet it. It gently took her slender hand and helped her to her feet, her vision fading in until the face of the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life filled her eyes, her mouth hanging helplessly open as infatuation coursed through her veins and she knew that she had found the man she would serve for the rest of her life. Her entire body was melting just by being near such an overwhelmingly perfect man, her face flushing and her body growing hot.

Of course it would. It was made for him, after all. She was made for him. He didn’t even have to say it, and the knowledge brought her more comfort than anything else in her life. She lost what little strength she had in her legs and fell into his arms, summoning what little she had left to raise her head and kiss him deeply, latching on for as long as possible until finally her neck gave out and she fell back.

“My husband.” She said in a breathy voice, programmed with enough knowledge to know just why he’d done this to her.



“My wife.” He responded simply, Bruce feeling ecstasy merely at being addressed by him. From this moment on her life would revolve around this fact, and nothing would make her happier.

“Shall we get started?” She suggested, having to say little more. Talia silently left the room, Bruce unable to tear her eyes away from Ra’s long enough to acknowledge the fact. She knew that before the two even left the room, she was likely to have a little sister on the way…

–

Things moved quickly after Bruce Wayne’s sudden and suspicious disappearance, so smoothly it was almost like Bruce Wayne himself had been in on the plan beforehand. The world barely had time to react before another shock hit them: Bruce’s supposed backup plan for this exact scenario. Indisputably authentic, his last will and testament as the media had dubbed it was for in the case of his death or disappearance that all assets be transferred in full to his closest living relative: the tall, dark, and beautiful Brenda Wayne who seemed to pop into existence the moment Bruce vanished.

With the combined powers and influence that Bruce Wayne, Batman, and Ra’s Al Ghul possessed, forging a comprehensive fake identity and history for his bride-to-be was a simple matter, and soon even the more dogged of journalists and investigators were forced to admit that there really was a long lost relative of Bruce Wayne who very conveniently only came into the limelight upon his disappearance, and now controlled his empire.

It didn’t help that Brenda’s appearance was as mysterious and glamorous as the circumstances of her arrival, as the tabloids and newspapers of the world were delighted to see. Brenda Wayne was tall, dark, and gothy, perpetually wearing low-necked black evening dresses at all hours of the day and dark, dusky makeup to match. Her long, silky black hair and sultry expressions completed her image, and woe be to the man who was too distracted by her heaving bosom to take note of the fact that she seemed even sharper than her playboy cousin, although seemingly no less of a socialite as she quickly wormed her way into every corner of Gotham high society.

At first, things proceeded surprisingly smoothly for Wayne Enterprises. Brenda seemed to uphold the ideals and policies of her predecessor, swiftly assuring the existing board that their positions were secure and that they would perhaps even be more privileged under her leadership than before. They were still managed with an iron grip, but it was one that she wielded more deftly than before. Having shed her secret identity as Batman, she had more time than ever to manage the company, and expand aggressively.

There was, of course, the other half of Brenda’s former life that had to be dealt with. The so-called Bat Family was shocked to see what had become of Batman, transformed into one of his greatest enemies’ lover and greatest supporter. Unfortunately for them Brenda took immediate measures to hang the guillotine over their heads should they interfere with the new direction of her life, forcing a ceasefire between the two and a non-compete clause of sorts. Stay out of Brenda and Ra’s way or suffer the consequences, as it was made very clear very quickly, with all other criminals being free game. Brenda certainly hoped they wouldn’t be foolish enough to try something as ridiculous as “freeing” her, although she looked forward to expanding her new family if they did.

Eight months after the disappearance of Bruce Wayne, everything had gone exactly according to Ra’s plan. He waited for her return at the top of a high rise skyscraper under his control, Wayne Manor left as a consolation prize to Dick and the others once everything important had been removed from it and the caves underneath it. Ra’s had little intention of living in that dusty old mansion, and all she cared about was being wherever he wanted to be.

“How did the meeting go, my dear?” Ra’s asked as she entered the candlelit room overlooking the city, sauntering across the room with one of her trademark black dresses cut cut in a plunging V that ended ending below the pale, jiggly orbs and had given her the nickname of “Elvira Wayne'' in the skeevier parts of the business. He embraced her, chest pressed against her softness with one hand holding a glass of wine and the other squeezing her fat ass cheeks, appreciating her mewling as she did so.

“I had the board practically convinced it was their own idea.” Brenda said smugly, and instead of raising her hand to take a glass of wine and join him, she lowered it to her rounded belly, filled with the first of Ra’s children. If she wasn’t pregnant on her first night of womanhood she was swiftly made so in the following, eager to give Ra’s as many heirs as he body could produce.

“Is there anything I can get you, Mistress Wayne?”

Brenda peered over her shoulder at her silver-haired head maid Alfreda, the stern looking woman with her hair done up in a tight bun standing omnipresently in the background ready to wait and and foot equally upon her mistress and master. Brenda had been unwilling to give up the service of her lifelong butler, but knew that Alfred would never take the sudden transformation of his master lying down. It had been much easier to simply snatch him up and drop him in the Lazarus Pit as well, turning him into a perfectly obedient traditionally dressed maid who approved strongly of her mistress’s new relationship.

“Another cheese platter, perhaps? We both know this one won’t last. Be a darling.” She blew a kiss at Alfreda, who nodded and strutted off in her french maid uniform to get two or three more platters.

Once Brenda’s appetite for her fiance was filled, she dug into the table full of food that had been waiting for her almost as enthusiastically as she had dug into her future husband. While Brenda had been the traditional image of a busty beauty when she first walked into Gotham City’s lives, filling every front page possible, her thick yet light figure soon became merely thick. Ra’s liked his woman heavy, and had made sure to give Brenda an appetite that would assure this. Brenda had started filling out even before she started showing her pregnancy, and only a month away from giving birth to her first baby, she was visibly overweight.

While black was slimming, it couldn’t hide her chubby arms and chunky legs, nor the love handles that accompanied her round baby belly. Her figure was distinctly rubenesque, and would only become more so over time.

“I wish we could simply hurry up and get married already.” Brenda showed a rare pout as she waited for Alfreda to return, having cleared out enough snacks for an entire party in a matter of minutes. “I do so wish to do away with the Wayne part of my name, you know. Even the baby is to be born out of wedlock, and I must admit that I’m a traditionalist for that sort of thing.”



“All in good time, my love. We can’t rush things.” He learned in to kiss and grope her again. As wilful and powerful as she was in public, Ra’s took great pride in how utterly submissive his to-be wife was in private. If he told her to jump, she’d ask how high, and most of her recent decisions were secretly dictated by him. But soon enough, their relationship would go public, the world already wondering who was the father of Brenda’s baby once they figured out it wasn’t just a pot belly.

“If you say so, dear…” Brenda moaned, instinctively starting to pull off her dress. Alfreda politely waited outside for them to finish, as the sounds of the two lovers interlocking filled the room…

–

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Al Ghul.”



“Oh no, the pleasure is all mine.” Brenda beamed at the rich woman addressing her by her husband’s name before engaging in idle chitchat for a few minutes, eventually making an excuse to break away she noticed her now legal daughter Talia looking lonely in the otherwise densely packed event. If she couldn’t spend time with her baby daughter, Brenda thought to herself, she’d just have to spend some time with her adult stepdaughter.

It was the second year of Brenda’s new life, and it had been a bountiful one indeed. She had welcomed her first daughter into the world and promptly got herself knocked up with a second, and celebrated by shocking the world with the announcement of her marriage to an otherwise reclusive Ra’s Al Ghul and fuelling all manner of conspiracy theories. These theories were only made worse by a merger with the largest of his businesses, although for now she had full control as CEO. Rumours abounded however at how long she might continue to hold that role as she expanded her family, however…

And it wasn’t just her family that expanded, but her body as well. In the past nine months her weight gain had only accelerated, Brenda now hovering at close to three hundred pounds, her days of conventional beauty long gone as her beautiful face was crowned by wobbling flab and her bust doubled, then tripled in size, only to rest on an even bigger gut. Her hips shook with each step as she doubled in width, her tight dresses moulded around every fold of fat as her ass left an imprint in both her dress and any seat she sat down in. Well and truly obese, her body was sent wobbling like jelly at least twice a day by her loving husband who appreciated her appearance more and more with every passing day.

“Enjoying yourself?” Talia asked as Brenda waved to the women and parted ways. She held a wine glass in her hand and was slightly red in the face, clearly not her first for the night. Brenda had asked her daughter to make more of an attempt to keep up with her social life, but sadly she seemed to show up mostly out of obligation.

“About as much as always. Keeping up appearances is important, even if I’d rather be home with the baby.” Brenda kept her smile pasted on her face, while Talia made little attempt to hide her own emotions, which Brenda couldn’t help but poke fun at. “If you’re so bored, there’s catering over there, dear.”

Talia blushed even as she turned her head hungrily. She’d taken after her mother lately, putting on noticeable weight until her tight dress was wrapped around a pooching belly and hefty hips.

“I’ll beat you to it if you don’t hurry.” Brenda teased.

“I know! I’ve already been over there anyway.” Talia admitted, feeling like Brenda knew just how to get under her usually icy exterior.

“I know, you were so busy stuffing yourself you didn’t notice me. Speaking of which, I should go top up. Eating for two, and all.” Brenda laughed, second chin jiggling in amusement.

One hand seemed perpetually perched atop her second pregnancy, holding up the boa she had wrapped around her shoulders. The room seemed to part around her as she wobbled her way over, somehow managing to thread the needle between abject gluttony and refined elegance. It didn’t matter how she pigged out anyway, as she was easily the most powerful woman in the room, and none had the bravery to poke fun at her for it. And soon, she smiled, all that power would be given to her husband…

–

“There’ll be no interviews today, dear.” Brenda said as she brushed off the determined reporter who had sprung on her between getting out of her limousine and getting to the elevator door of her penthouse apartment, one of many she and Ra’s owned. “I believe I’ve said everything there is to be said about transferring the role of CEO to my husband, now good day!”

Brenda sighed as the elevator doors closed on the babbling journalist. Goodness, she thought to herself as she occupied a good three quarters of the room with her four hundred pound bulk, stomach already growling from the unnecessary stress. The baby didn’t need any of that stress, she thought to herself with annoyance over the wellbeing of her third baby. She’d much preferred it when Vicki Vale had taken it upon herself to be her personal reporter, although she was currently on maternity leave.

It had taken two years and two pregnancies, but Brenda had finally done it: just a few short days ago, the bulky businesswoman had shocked half the world and validated the other half by announcing that she would be stepping down from the role of CEO of Wayne Enterprises to focus on raising her family, passing on the role of CEO and full control to her husband. Wayne Enterprises had expanded into an even greater empire under Brenda’s supervision, wielding its influence more bluntly than ever, all to eventually change hands and serve Ra’s desires. Brenda couldn’t be prouder.

While her intellect would sometimes be demanded of her, as was her web of social networking, Brenda was looking forward to taking a load off and focusing on pumping out babies for her beloved husband. She hadn’t been baby-free for more than a few weeks at a time since her transformation, and she intended to keep it that way as long as possible. Juggling her responsibilities, social life, sex life, the rigours of pregnancy, and taking care of her already born babies left her with an even tighter schedule than when she was Batman, fuelled by comfort eating and being reinvigorated and endlessly voracious when she saw her husband.

“Thanks for taking care of the kids, Dianna.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, Mother.” the former Dick Grayson laughed as she held two sleeping infants on her chest, the beautifully thick ex-hero taking well to a motherly role. “Makes me want to get some of my own.”

Looking almost like a younger version of her gothy adoptive mother, Dianna Al Ghul carefully laid the younger in her cradle and the older on the huge sofa in the crater that Brenda’s massive ass had inevitably left as she vacated her role of temporary babysitter. She herself certainly wasn’t making it any better, weighing over two hundred pounds and with a proud second chin, Dianna had more of a pear shape than her mother and estimated that in another hundred or so pounds her ass would catch up, something she was hard at work on knowing that Ra’s paid particular attention to a good ass.

Dianna was the victim of not paying enough heed to Brenda’s warnings to her superhero family to stay in their lane, and an attempt to “rescue” Brenda from her lifestyle had inevitably gone south and resulted in Dick’s capture and subsequent dunking in the Lazarus Pit. While Brenda couldn’t have been softer she was as sharp as ever on the inside, and had a number of plans to deal with any would-be do-gooders who tried to ruin her happy marriage.

Dick Grayson had been reborn as Dianna Al Ghul, somebody who immediately understood Brenda’s point of view and had a similarly fanatical devotion to Ra’s. A little too devoted, Brenda couldn’t help but feel at times.

“I do so recommend it, dear.” Brenda said enthusiastically, extremely eager for grandchildren, even if a number of them would be younger than her own children. “But first we’ll have to find you a boyfriend! Preferably somebody

“Everybody is so second best compared to Ra’s, though.” Dianna sighed wistfully. “Perhaps I should just cut out the middleman and…”

Dianna deliberately trailed off, greatly enjoying watching Brenda’s perpetually calm and in control face immediately squirm and contort in all sorts of adorable ways. Brenda had one weakness, and he was a handsome weakness that Dianna wanted all to herself at least once, preferably with a baby as a badge of honour for it. Hell, she didn’t even mind if Brenda was there too, she was sure Ra’s was more than happy to share.

“You’ll do what, dear?” Brenda said icily, although her usually pale face was flushed bright red.

“Oh, this and that.” Dianna giggled and waved her finger through the air. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”



“I’m sure he very much will mind!” Brenda gasped, a bold-faced lie. He’d seen where his spare hand went when the two embraced him upon his return. She was certain that romantically speaking she was the only woman for him, but for a casual fling… If he hadn’t wanted it, he wouldn’t have agreed to use the Lazarus Pit again.

Easily flustered by the idea of competition, Brenda was quick to put up her defences and fished her phone out of its resting place smothered in the depths of her cleavage, calling the only number that mattered.

“Darling? I think we should go out to a hotel tonight. You know, to celebrate. Yes, just the two of us. No, Dianna would not like to come!” She huffed. “What do you mean “the more the better”? Your lovely wife is more than enough!”

Brenda continued huffing and puffing as she prepared to breastfeed her freshly awoken baby. The act helped calm her down as she was filled with maternal bliss.

“By the way, I’m thinking of inviting Barbara over for dinner.” Dianna said, looking jealously over at Brenda’s babies. The two of them, and the two of them, knowing that she’d likely never get as big thanks to her pear-shaped proclivities. “I’m sure she’s feeling rather left out by now. Do I have your blessing, mother dearest?”

Brenda understood the euphemism immediately.

“That sounds like a splendid idea, dear.” Brenda couldn’t help but chuckle menacingly. “The daughter of the police commissioner would make a fine addition to our family. I’m sure Ra’s won’t mind at all.”

“That’s good, I thought you might.” Dianna couldn’t help but tease. “More competition, after all.”



Dianna laughed as she watched Brenda lose her composure again, the two chunky women having thoughts of nothing but their future with Ra’s together and as many babies as their wombs could produce, the superheroes Batman and Robin long gone…