"Let's get Batgirl on her way, shall we?" Harley broke into a wide grin. She gestured and a door appeared in the far wall, one which promptly slid open to reveal a small apartment inside, complete with overstuffed couch and love seat, recliner, wide-screen TV, and a huge fridge. A snap of her fingers, and the food laden table slid into the middle of the apartment. "All yours, Batsy-Girl-inside you go. The table and fridge will be stocked with food automaticaly-and the tv will have all your favorites-E, Cartoon Network, MTV, Comedy Central-just nothin' edumacational. You'll be bustin' out of your costumes soon enough, but I fixed it so your bat-underwear will grow along with you. In ya go." Harley gave Batgirl a shove, and the temporarily addled caped crusader (Harely having halfed her IQ for the duration of her "sentence" inside the room) stumbled inside.
Wonder-Woman was stirred to speak, despite Harley's hold over her. "Blast you, Harley! Must you destroy grace and beauty wherever you find it? End this, and do not subject Batgirl or any others to further indignities!"
"Ah, you're kinda sweet on Batsy-Girl, ain't ya, Wonder-Blunder? Tell me the truth now-not that you have any choice." Wonder-Woman drew herself up as much as possible, given the scrawny physique Harley had saddled her with, and spoke in a clear,strong voice: "I was raised among women, Harley, and appreciate the beauty of her female form, as well as the discipline Batgirl has brought to her body. That is all."
"Ah, you protest too much, Wonder-Blunder. I think you do like her in a special way. But since you did so nice a job cleaning up my new HQ, I'll set you two up together. But the whole "two beautiful women in love" is a played out-it's just a guys' fantasy anyway. The lesbo couples I've known are always a pair of dogs. I'm already makin' Bats a fatty, so with you..."
“I can’t leave you as skinny as ya are, or Batgirl will break you in half after I get done fattening her up. Let’s get you back to being semi-normal.” Wonder Woman’s form began to fill out, as she regained her former musculature and tone, while her ridiculously outsized breasts shrank back to their former (still-voluptuous) size. Her "Wonder-Maid" attire returned to her normal star-spangled attire. She remained terribly near-sighted, however, still sporting Coke-bottle glasses.
“It occurs to me that Babs might need some looking after-someone mature to look after her, after she turns into a blimp. Besides I told you, the whole beautiful lipstick lesbian couple thing has been done to death…can’t have you making Blimpie Babs feel inferior with you still looking so hot. So I’ll just take that immortality thing off your hands and make you, say, forty years older.”
No sooner had Harley’s words left her mouth than Diana began changing. Her immortality now stolen by Harley, she began aging years in seconds. Her hair went grey, then white; crow’s feet formed around her eyes, while lines creased her mouth, brow, and neck. She lost a bit of height and muscle mass. Thirty-five…forty-five…fifty-five…finally hitting her mid-sixties.
Despite the added decades, Wonder Woman still looked striking. Her now-physically sixty-five year old body remained remarkably fit, while her face was that of an aging beauty. Although they were now duller in color, her hair and skin still held a measure of youthful vitality. She resembled a past-her-prime Hollywood starlet, not a geriatric matron.
"Hmmmph," mused Harley, "not quite the look I was going for-this being the ultimate, super-duper misterss of reality is tough stuff. Good thing I can always fix things up...les’ see here...an extra fifty pounds, a little more wear and tear around the eyes...arm flaps...we'll get you that matronly look yet, Wonder Dame." As Harley spoke, the now older Wonder Woman continued to change: she lost another inch and a half in height, bags formed under her eyes, her cheeks drooped, and she lost muscle tone in her upper arms, as they grew flabby. She then began to rapidly gain weight: her breasts going up a couple of sizes and then sagging downward, a soft paunch replaced her still-toned midsection, her hips and rear spread further out. Cellulite and spider veins appeared on her once perfect legs. Within moments, she went from looking like an ex-model/athlete in late middle age to the very model of a out-of-shape senior citizen. Still clad in her skin-tight leotard, she looked like a sad parody of a super-hero.
“Pa-fect!” yelped Harley, as Diana regarded her new body with dismay. “You and Batsy-Girl will make a real interestin’ lookin’ couple as soon as I’m done with her…speaking of which, let’s check how she’s getting along.”
“I…I…remain an Amazon, Harley, no matter what you do to me. I will find a way to stop your madness.”
“Yah, yah, yah, Golden Oldie…big talk from an old broad. Like I said, time to check on soon-ta-be Fatgirl.”
Sat Dec 01 06:16:21 2007