"...to the BatCave! Somethin's terrible wrong with ye, me litle lass, yer meltin' away on me!"
Chief O'Hara bent down and offered his arm to the shaken girl, who was staring up at him with a mystified expression. A quick glance at her feet and his standing on the same level ground confirmed the worst. She was now a good head shorter than she was when she arrived this night! Much to her relief, she seemed to still have the same shape, her womanly curves and tight, athletic figure were still in evidence. As she ran her gloved hands along her shapely hips, over her narrow waist and flat tummy, she saw nothing wrong with her body but her size. Batgirl was cupping her generous, firm breasts in her hands, making sure she hadn't shrunk any extra THERE when Harley's afterglow settled in.
As the sighing clown-girl eased herself off with a grin across the city, Batgirl felt another series of erotic waves course through her small body. The diminutive beauty gasped, small hands in their oversized gloves tightening on her plump cleavage, only furthering her own arousal.
The policeman could only watch in astonishment as one of the city's greatest crimefighters stood before him, increasingly BELOW him, as she kneaded and caressed her soft, firm mounds under her costume, and continued to dwindle away. Could this really be the infamous Batgirl? The figure before him now stood barely over four and a half feet high, fondling herself openly, and making soft, mewing sounds. Her own arousal seemed to act as a magnifier for the shrinking process Harley and Ivy had set in motion.
With every passing second the already little woman shrunk smaller and smaller, barely noticeable unless you kept your eyes trained on her. Now reaching only about four feet high, an empassioned toss of her head sent her cowl flying, and a brilliant plume of auburn hair erupted from the tiny figure, settling down on her shoulders in soft, flowing waves. The look on the petite darling's face was one of pure pleasure, one hand now slipped free of it's glove was playing with a very swollen nipple through the thin costume, her other hand having snaked it's way up her neck to curl into her hair. The tiny heroine was growing more and more disheveled by the second as she shrunk further and further, now getting much too small for her costume. The calf high boots she always wore were now well past her knees, and the brunette munchkin kicked them off one at a time, dropping another inch or so without the hard soles, and losing her once skintight pants in the process. Luckily, her shirt now stretched down just past the sweet globes of her tight little ass, and one dainty little shoulder poked enticingly out of the collar of said shirt. Batgirl sighed deeply, her hands traveling down her little body of their own accord, over her curvy little hips, and lingering on those lovely, trim thighs....Gotham's premier heroine now stood a mere four feet tall, flushed and in disarray, clad only in an ill-fitting shirt that was more of a minidress than anything else....still caught in the throes of an erotic rollercoaster ride that threatened to reduce her further....
Thu Jun 29 19:53:47 2000