"Do we have to leave so soon?" Ophelia cooed as she rubbed her fat tits against his back. "Let's stay in bed a little."

 

"If -- if what you're saying is true about Wonder Woman, then we need to talk with the rest of the Justice League," Bruce said. "We need to figure out what exactly is going on."

Ophelia glanced nervously at Bruce. She was rich and gorgeously plump and willing to take what she wanted; that sounded so much nicer than being that stuffy prude of a Wonder Woman who never seemed to get the dick she needed.

 

But how should she convince Bruce to let her stay.

 

She started to cry fake tears.

 

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked.

 

"Oooo, I couldn't bare to let the rest of the Justice League know what has happened to me," she said. "Could we try to figure things out ourselves without letting anyone know? I mean, you're Batman. If anyone can solve it, it would be you. Please?"

 

* * *

 

"Hey, Babs, rise and shine!"

 

Barbara Gordon slowly opened her eyes. She seemed bigger and heavier.

 

"C'mon, Babsy, we got a big job ahead of us!"

 

That voice. It sounded almost like Harley Quinn's....

 

"Hey, wake-up, Lazybones!"

 

Barbara heaved herself out of bed, then stared in shock at the figure she saw in the mirror. A giant muscular bald woman covered in scales like a crocodile, and with her teeth filed to points.

 

She was Barbara "Babs" Jones - Killer Croc. 

 

Was that right?

 

"C'mon, Babs! Don't keep the other girls waiting!"