The air was rich with the aroma of cocoa in Commissioner Gordon's apartment as Barbara had a conversation with her father about the Joker.
Somebody knocked.
Miss Gordon walked to the door to open it, her slippers barely making a sound. When she opened it, her smile quickly froze as she found herself looking at the barrel of a strange gun held by the Joker. He stood there silently with a wide grin as he pulled the trigger. However, instead of a bullet, it shot a syringe into her abdomen. Barbara instinctively pulled the syringe out and spotted the label "TITAN" on it just as her irises began to turn green.
The dart fell from her trembling hand as veins began to emerge on it before her very eyes. Her heart throbbed; dizziness and nausea took hold of her. She clutched her rippling stomach and stumbled backwards before falling to her knees, her fingers clawing the floor as her glasses were flung from her face.
"BARBARA!" Her father shouted.
The Joker stepped in, calmly stepping over Miss Gordon's writhing, convulsive body.
Barbara could feel her muscles beginning to twitch and swell as her transformation became more aggressive. Her back widened, her abs straining as they became more visibly defined under her shirt. Pulsing green veins appeared on her ankles and spread across her delicate feet, quickly followed by the uneven swelling of her flesh.
"Why... why would you do this?" Barbara moaned as she struggled against the changes.
"To prove a point," answered the Joker.
As soon as he finished, Barbara let out an agonizing scream. Her body began to bulk up considerably. Her traps becoming mountain sized, her lats turning into a V-shape. Barbara's yellow shirt ripped at the back as her spine began to push outwards. Her neck then caught up with her traps as her delts, biceps, and triceps bulged unevenly, followed by her forearms. Her glowing veins popped and grew with every heartbeat. Her breasts expanded, pecs growing sinewed and vascular. Her calves and thighs swelled to inhuman proportions. Her hips widened, her glutes and quads thickened, tearing through her brown skirt. Barbara's black slippers couldn't hold out any longer, one by one exploding on her feet. The arches became visible and more defined as her soles hardened. Her fingers and toes thickened and swelled, the nails sharpened.
The Joker laughed madly as began taking a flurry of pictures, but Jim Gordon was silent, his face frozen with horror.
Barbara's painful screams slowly turned into guttural roars. Her teeth transformed to fangs. She tried to stand up as her body became more ripped, but it was not over. She grew taller every second. Cracks appeared on the ground under her expanding clawed feet as her weight increased. Ankles became thicker to support her new frame, and the rest of her legs bulged into vascular tree trunks. Her abs mutated to a six, then eight-pack. Bone sprouts emerged on her delts, back, and forearms, strengthening into spikes, just like her vertebrae. Her biceps pumped further; the artery on them grew so tumorous it almost burst, followed by the rest of her arm and back. Every individual body part continued to throb and swell, becoming more powerful. Barbara's eyes turned more ferocious as she reached the peak of her transformation.
Finally, the former heroine stood in the middle of the room barefoot, her auburn locks falling onto her boulder-sized shoulders, the remnants of her clothes barely covering her hulking, vein-ridden (yet feminine) body as she roared with power, becoming the Joker's living proof of just how transformative one bad day could truly be...
Tags: female muscle, muscle growth, breast expansion, height increase, transformation, unwanted transformation, monster girl, clothes ripping, mind control, corruption, superhero, comics, evil, science
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Story by rpg200 |
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Artwork by Yuri Di Curzio |
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