Everything's taken care of for this story. Expect four parts total, the next two to come out before too long.
PLEASE NOTE: This story's fetishes are still latex, bubble butts, and teasing (no sex yet). Know what cup of tea you're drinking! ^-^
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Catwoman dropped down into the lab, carefully landing between the vines that criss-crossed the floor. She didn't know if Poison Ivy had laid these vines as a trap, but it was always best to be careful with the beautiful but mad scientist. Since there was a rare rose exhibition across town, it was a safe bet Ivy was missing - which made now the perfect time to strike.
The curvy cat burglar began creeping across the floor, her body swaying as she avoided all of the plants hanging around it. As sexy as she knew she looked in her tight latex outfit, she would look even better in the one hanging over her arm. Her special outfit dug even further between the cheeks of her ass and had special sections above her asshole and pussy that could stretch deep inside. Not to mention the keyhole between her breasts that she was sure Nightwing - or any other male - wouldn't be able to resist.
Once that outfit got a final boost from Ivy's toxins, it would be unstoppable. Catwoman shivered in anticipation of feeling it slide over her curves, but she couldn't indulge herself. Not just yet.
She finally reached the lab's work tables and found the exact chemicals she wanted. After working with Poison Ivy enough, Catwoman knew how she operated. Poison Ivy might be immune to all her own poisons, but she still labeled them carefully. It didn't take Catwoman long to figure out the system and find the newest, most potent mind-controlling perfume. She'd seen old versions in action, capable of making any man into a devoted slave.
After spraying a bit on herself, Catwoman determined that it would work just how she intended. There was no chance it would compromise her, it would just turn her into an irresistible weapon of lust. Catwoman carefully applied the perfume to her second outfit, working it deep into the latex before putting on a final coating. It shone darkly in the light and she couldn't help but imagine how it would look stretched over her body.
That was what she came for, but Catwoman examined all the other chemicals Poison Ivy stored. She swayed back and forth with a finger on her lips before her eyes lit up. Among the lip glosses was a tube that indicated it was designed to induce erections that lasted for hours. Ivy was more interested in men than she pretended to be!
Catwoman grabbed a few tubes of the new lip gloss, humming happily to herself. Then she was scampering away, her outfit shining darkly in the light for a moment before it vanished.
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Dick Grayson crouched at the edge of the skylight, just out of sight of the guards below. They were only doing their job and didn't need to be distracted by the ominous sight of his Knightwing uniform. Not that it would matter when Catwoman showed up.
He was sure that she would arrive, sooner or later. The chain of diamonds on display in the hall below was incredibly beautiful and valuable, an opportunity no thief of her caliber could pass up. They'd hired a few guards, as if that was going to help them. Even if the men noticed Catwoman stealing the chain, they couldn't do anything to stop her. She could have beaten them all, but she wouldn't have to: they'd be stunned by her huge breasts and impossible ass and then she'd be gone before they realized it.
Dick wasn't sure he should be the one trying to stop Catwoman, not after what he had nearly done during their last encounter. He had gone back home and masturbated furiously, but he still couldn't stop thinking about her. But Bruce was out of town and Barbara had refused to listen to his concerns, so he was the only fully trained agent in Gotham available to try to prevent the theft. Letting her steal the diamonds and escape wasn't even an option, not if he wanted to call himself an ally of justice.
"Hello, Nightwing," a voice purred. Dick leaped to his feet and turned, but he already knew who he would see. That sensual tone belonged to only one woman.
Even though he'd braced himself, he still shuddered when he saw Catwoman standing behind him. She'd changed outfits, and this one took his breath away. The latex clung to her body even tighter than before, but it opened between her massive breasts, revealing a huge stretch of mouth-watering cleavage.
"Stop it, Catwoman!" He clenched his fists, though it was more to keep himself under control than to fight. "We're not going to play around today. Either leave, or I'll take you down!"
"Mmm hmm. I'm sure you will." She took a sauntering step forward and then spun around for him. Even though he knew he should have averted his eyes, Dick found himself looking down.
Oh, God, her ass was even more incredible in this outfit. Her usual costume made her bubble butt perfectly round, but this one cleaved deep between her ass cheeks, revealing each juicy globe. How deep could something go between them? The latex was lost between the cheeks of her ass, so he had no way of knowing how deep it went.
She finished spinning and Dick realized that the latex covering her pussy was tighter as well. Was it just his imagination, or could he see the lips of her pussy clearly outlined? Something was definitely strange about that part of the outfit. He could smell the latex and her scent... and something else, but he couldn't afford to think about that right now. He needed to focus. Couldn't let her get control.
