Batgirl Gets Caught and Shrunk (Patreon)

WARNING: This story contains body alterations and shrinking. Batgirl sat perched on a ledge, overlooking her target. The building appeared to be decrepit and in a state of abandonment. But looks could be deceiving and the caped crime fighter knew, from her intel, that some kind of human trafficking ring operated out of the former industrial building. Clad in her tight, black batsuit, Barbara Gordon stood up and leaned forward, leaping from the ledge. She was diving head first off of the brick building. Quickly, she stretched her arms out to her sides, allowing the wings of the suit to catch the air which semt her gliding towards the abandoned factory like a bat. She landed on the tin roof louder than she preferred, but it was far better to enter from the roof than try to breach a side entrance. At least, that's what Batman had always told her. Batgirl surveyed her surroundings and noticed a ventilation duct not too far away from her current position. She quickly proceeded to tip toe as quietly as humanly possible across the rusty roof until she reached the exhaust system. 'This looks as good as any other entrance' The latex clad crime stopper thought to herself as she stuck here head into the vent which told a few different story than the exterior of the building did. Numerous mechanical noises permeated from within the old industrial building. Gears cranked, pistons pumped and various other mechanisms called out from below. 'Abandoned my ass.' Batgirl grinned, hopping into the vent and crawling her way within the structure. Cobwebs covered most of the metallic duct work as the nubile, young woman slithered along the slick surface on her hands and knees. Crime fighting was a dirty job, but she was happy to do it, especially if it meant freeing fellows women that were destined to become slaves in the urban jungle of Gotham. Suddenly, and old, corrugated steel panel gave way from underneath her, sending the caped crime fighter tumbling through the air until she landed on her back, a top a conveyor belt. The force of the landing left her winded and out of breath. Still, she was able to look around as she was gently riding the machine. Dozens of women, all young, from barely out of high school to mid twenties were forcibly dressed in dainty outfits by the machines. Batgirl noticed a tan Latina girl getting dolled up by robotic arms, her face painted childish make up while her hair was pulled into pigtails. The machinery had already put her into some kind of pink dress that looked more at home on a doll from the fifties than it did on a young lady. If that wasn't bad enough, she watched a petite, pale Asian girl get pulled out from a glass cylinder, naked as the day she was born, and manhandled across another conveyor belt. Soon, more mechanical arms joined the ones which had already had the Japanese girl at their mercy. A bonnet, matching mittens, booties and a big diaper were the girl's new infantile wardrobe. Batgirl noticed that the woman fought valiantly but was no match for mechanical menace. Barbara tried to right herself, but couldn't seem to lift her arms or legs up from the surface of the rubbery conveyor belt. She was effectively trapped, pinned to it thanks to metal shackles that had clasped around her wrists and ankles while she was taking in the bizarre activities of this perverse doll factory. "Looks like we have an unwelcomed guest at the Doll House." Batgirl gazed beyond the machinery and spotted a weird woman with brilliant white her, bedecked in a flowing porcelain colored dress. "Let me, and these women go or there will be hell to pay!" The caped hero declared. "Such talk from such a little bratty bat. I think I'll make an example out of you." "You'll do not such-" Batgirl was cut off, effectively gagged by a big bright pink pacifier which a metallic arm plopped into her open mouth. The mechanical limb quickly tied a ribbon behind Barbara's, ensuring that the babyish gag stayed in place. "Now, that's much better. Silence is golden, as they say." The villain chuckled while punching in a few commends into the computer in front of her. Gagged and trapped on the surface of the conveyor belt, Batgirl had no choice but to wait for a moment to escape and strike out at her fiendish foe. However, the numerous metal limbs kept her from doing anything. They instantaneously moved her from the conveyor belt to the large, glass cylinder without much fuss, save for a few attempted kicks. A quick red light scanned her entire body, going from top to bottom. Batgirl stood, bound and gagged, as a black screen descended close to the tube she was imprisoned in. She watched it come to life, going from the dark, off setting to a blue screen. Once loaded up, it changed from blue to green, displaying a three-dimensional depiction of Batgirl, complete with her trademark outfit. The avatar was a perfect replica. “Breasts?" The villain asked, thoughtful. "I think not!" The caped crime fighter heard her opponent frantically typing away at the keys of a keyboard, altering the visual display on the screen greatly. Batgirl's average, but very appealing chest disappeared from the model on the screen. Barbara could only gasp as she realized that all the women here had undergone whatever procedure this monitor was documenting. Her boobs would be removed! The white haired foe continued punching something onto the terminal. “These abs are no good. How about a nice baby belly?” Batgirl cried out behind her pink pacifier. “Maybe just a good little layer of baby fat?" With a raised flourish of her hand, the villain typed in a command and the visual representation of the villain's desires manifested itself onto the screen. Barbara moaned, in great despair, as she saw her once toned mid-section soften considerably. The pristine, ripped abdominal muscles on the screen grew soft from the ribs all the way down to the waist. A slight, extended arc of baby fat now shown prominently on the avatar. One final entry was made into the computer and the glorious red locks of her changed into a shoulder length pixie cut. Barbara stared at the screen in utmost horror. She could see that the avatar truly intended her to be a baby doll! "Let the transformation commence!" Batgirl let up a muffled scream as her enemy turned a big red dial on the machinery which caused the tube to come to life. Barbara could bear the sounds of air filling the cylinder. Valves clicked open and snapped shut. The air pressure intensified greatly within the tube as a dark green mist started to fill the void present within the tube. This was nothing like the other toxins or gases that criminals like the Joker utilized. No, this concoction was much more potent and visceral. Batgirl could feel her body cry out in pain. Her limbs began to tighten and cramp, causing the crime fighter unimaginable agony beyond any she had ever experienced before. All of her various muscles: her arms, legs and stomach seemed to be pulsate until randomly stopping and then returning to normal. These spasms kept repeating and the cycle would continue, unbroken. Each time, the muscles would scream out in pain and then start relaxing a little more until the muscles melted away. Her toned physique gone. After a few moments, Batgirl realized that she was somehow free from her restraints, but she felt too weak to do much. Still, she forced her arms against the tube, in an effort to break the glass, but that was beyond her strenght. She simply couldn't do it. The mist had drained all of her strength and energy, robbing her body of the most basic abilities. An alarm rang out as the transformation was nearing the halfway point, or at least, that's what the fifty percent satistic on the monitor told the young woman. Barbara could feel her flesh burn hot, tightly caressing her shrinking chest as the tissue of her breasts started to recede. It was like a thousand fire ants crawled around on her bosom. Hundreds of painful little bites continued to nibble at her boobs until it seemed like they were about to disappear. The young woman no longer had big breasts obstructing her view of her stomach. Now she could witness her once toned abdominals seemingly contract and expand. It felt like an electric jolt would hit her stomach, but then the pain would dissipate, going away after each jolt and this caused her stomach to lose it's firmness after each jolt. A gradual rippling effect could be seen and with each new ripple, a layer of fat appeared. Soon, her gut started gurgling as her belly took shape. Ater all the physical features had been altered, Batgirl noticed that she was literally shrinking, falling in height after each convulsion passed. She went from being a tall five foot seven to maybe a foot at best. This must've been a sinister additional step in her enemy's plan since no other woman was shrank down to the height of a doll like this. Freed from the large pacifier, it fell out during the shrinking process, Batgirl voiced her rage in a high pitched tone. "What the hell have you done to me!" "Oh, that's so cute!" The villain cooed. "Look at her flat chest and baby fat! Oh, and her little baby haircut!" "Answer me, you crazy bitch!" Batgirl screamed. "That's enough of that." The villain bedecked in white hit a switch and Barbara's tube was engulfed in knock out gas. --A few hours later-- A groggy and disoriented Batgirl woke up, laying in a dark room. She pawed at her nonexistent chest beneath the pink bib before she found a thick, babyish diaper taped to her groin. "Fuck, I thought that was a nightmare!" She quickly started pulling at the plastic diaper until it came loose. Her coordination was heavily impaired due to the shrinking process, but she still could manipulate the actual baby diaper. Suddenly, a bright light illuminated her surroundings, showing her plastic furniture and a fake, bright pink interior. She was in a doll house! To add insult to injury, the bright light was the Bat signal, calling upon her, and her fellow heroes, to save the day. "How can I save anyone like this?! I'm a doll now!" The End?