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[b][u][center]Wrong Bat-Girl[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Rayoelgatubelo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“And that zipper goes up, hidden behind another little layer of cloth and latex, and that just about does it.”

Olivia smiled to herself as she looked down at the costume she’d managed to wiggle into. The black and red costume, with a bit of white around the neck, was just the perfect imitation of Harley Quinn, one of her favorite villains from the animated Batman series. She wasn’t the best person, but she was one hell of an interesting character, and she felt the need to be a little bad tonight.

She ran her hands down her sides, enjoying the feeling of the clinging latex part of the costume, the spandex being just a little bit off for the costume and requiring something else. It hugged her hips perfectly, and cupped under her breasts...maybe a little more than she wanted, but it looked good, and the character was really curvy, anyway.

[i]Just wish I could get the voice right,[/i] she thought in annoyance. [i]That would make this completely perfect.[/i]

Then again, if she could get the voice right for other things, it would make other costumes perfect, too. She shrugged, grabbing the giant hammer that she’d picked up for the costume, and headed for the door. There was a party to get to.

Of course, there were some problems when she got down to the bottom of the apartment building and onto the street. The latex was already riding up her backside, pushing between the cheeks, and she could feel it making her sweat, too. Making a mental note to avoid getting dehydrated at the party, Olivia shrugged it off and kept walking.

The only thing that actively annoyed her as she made her way downtown was the mark on her neck. Even though she’d treated it with every cream she could find, including some that she had needed to get some of her medical colleagues to prescribe for her, it continued to itch and burn. Whatever the bat that had bit her had contracted and passed on, it was one resilient little bug, and the costume was agitating it.

She kept rubbing her neck as she walked along, grimacing at the feeling as it got worse and worse as she kept moving. The costume wasn’t rubbing it that bad, she would have sworn. It wasn’t great, but she had tested it before, and it hadn’t gotten this bad.

[i]Maybe some sort of reaction? What did I have before I left?[/i]

Nothing, at least, not that she could remember. She hadn’t put on any fresh creams, because she didn’t want to damage the costume. Yet, she felt as if she had put on something that burned like hell, and it was spreading. She groaned, rubbing at it again out of instinct even though she knew that it wouldn’t do any good.

She was just passing by an alley when the moonlight in the distance hit her, and suddenly, the burning flared up hotter than ever. Olivia gasped, hissing as she fell back against one of the alley walls, dropping the hammer as she did.

“What the...what the hell?”

Still panting, she reached out to get the hammer, but no sooner had she put her hand into the moonlight than it suddenly seemed to swell. She grimaced, grunting and gasping as she felt her hand cracking under the black glove, and reached down to pull it off. Her other hand did the same thing as she struggled to pull one glove or the other off, her face screwing up in a wince of discomfort -

RIIIIP!

And suddenly, one glove removed itself, her fingers ripping forward with a suddenness that shocked her. She lifted her hands, staring at the spreading, leathery webbing between the fingers, watching as the digits slowly pushed out to a greater and greater length. Everything she saw was logically impossible, and yet...yet it was happening.

And happening to her.

“No, no, this...this isn’t real.”

But it was, and her hand was slowly getting thinner, narrower. The latex didn’t cling to her quite so much anymore, but her arm was getting longer as she stared at it, the sleeve no longer stopping at her wrist, but moving further down her forearm. A shriek was building up in her throat, and she knew she was going to scream. Soon, soon, she would scream at the top of her lungs.

A sudden hiss filled her ears, and she whined as she pulled her hands to her ears. Her eyes, closed in discomfort, suddenly whipped open as she felt them changing beneath her hands.

“No, no, not more...no, this isn’t real. This isn’t real!”

Olivia tried to push down on her ears as they started lengthening, moving along the side of her head. Despite everything she did, they kept growing, kept moving, dragging themselves along as if they had a mind of their own. She felt like she had dropped into a cartoon with the way that her body was moving and rearranging itself without her consent, and cried out.

[i]Call someone. Should...should call someone, get help.[/i]

It was a good idea, but she hadn’t brought her phone. It wouldn’t fit in the costume, and there were no spaces for pouches. She groaned, knowing that it was still back at home, over ten blocks away. And there was no way that she was rushing down the street like this, particularly as she felt her face pinching, changing, her nose pointing upwards and something [i]growing[/i] in her mouth, swelling and expanding.

Even as that was changing on the inside, even as her ears were getting bigger and turning into something altogether different, she felt other changes happening. Particularly at her chest. She’d always been a decently endowed woman, but the latex had shown her just how big she was, plenty large enough to fill both hands and then some.

Now, she was big enough to need a third hand, and still growing. The latex of her costume hugged her tightly, leaving her changes impossible to ignore. She could feel the pressure growing, compressing her lungs, making it hard to breathe. Gasping for breath, she slumped back against the brick wall behind her. Her back arched, her chest straining to get free as it grew, bubbling forward little by little.

“Nnngh...mmmph…”

She could make out her nipples standing out from the latex, too, pushing forward and begging for attention. The second she saw that, she was aware of something else, something burning between her legs. Her pussy...her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she gasped as she felt the latex tighten down there, pressing against her like skintight underwear, except...except…

“SOooooo goooooood…”

A throaty moan escaped her mouth, just as her tongue did a moment later. It flopped out, reaching more than twelve inches away from her face before she pulled it back in. Her cheeks burned as she realized what she had there, just what it might do, but before she could focus on it her breasts swelled again...and again...the latex tightened hard around her chest, and she couldn’t breathe. It was too tight, too -

RIIIIP!

Just as before, with her gloves, her growing breasts ripped right through her costume. This, though, was far more embarrassing, and she blushed as she saw her bouncing orbs. They stood out like perky new things, rather than the heavy gloves that they should have been, and her nipples stood out like little beacons, begging to be touched.

[i]No, no, this...this can’t be happening, has to be -[/i]

She broke off with another moan, feeling something growing in the small of her back, and pushing out against the costume just as much as anything else had. The growth dragged the latex right into her pussy, grinding against it like someone’s questing hand, except this was something she couldn’t pull away from. Anytime she moved - and she was squirming a lot - the latex tugged tighter around her groin, rubbing against her pussy and making it all the more obvious.

Whimpering and whining in desperation, Olivia tried to reach down with her arms to pull the costume out of the way. As she stretched her arms out, though, she saw something else.

Something leathery was slowly growing out from her wrist and the undersides of her arm, pushing down and connecting to her sides. It was cutting through the costume as it did it, too, making her lose even more of her hard work as it ripped through the latex. Olivia shook her head.

“Come on...this...even for a nightmare...this isn’t...isn’t fair…”

Another rip cut through the back of her suit, and she felt something wiggling. A tail? Something like it, anyway.

Another crack filled the air, this time at the bottom of her legs. She watched as the latex stretched, her toes getting thicker and bigger, and her heels rising up from the ground. The ball of her foot widened, cracking and stretching and ripping the little boots that she wore to go with the costume, and the claws - [i]claws[/i] at the tip of her toes ripped through the front, leaving her barefoot in short order.

As her heels arched up, and one of her toes pulled back along the side of her foot, the others began to gain webbing between them. It was an itchy feeling, tickling as it spread up between them, but it wasn’t...bad…

Olivia gasped as her balance went off as her foot cracked and lengthened into a new position, falling to all fours. The pressure hit her dripping pussy again, and this time, there was no resisting it. She threw back her head, letting out a moan of orgasm, a moan that started human, and then went so high that it faded from all ears but hers. She came, flooding the inside of her costume, soaking it, and then dripping through one of the many holes that had ripped through it.

Panting desperately, the much growth, leathery-skinned bat stood up. Olivia looked at herself, saw the ruins of her costume in shreds around her arms and her belly, and slowly shook her head.

[i]Not going home when I’m already this close. And besides…[/i]

She smiled, her teeth popping free like daggers, many fangs showing behind her new, slightly rubbery lips.

[i]I’m horny.[/i]

The former human swayed as she walked down the alley, belatedly remembering a shortcut that would get her to the party in no time at all.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]