Batman did the only logical thing a person could do when confronted by a giantess; he tried to run away. At first, Brooke was too busy gloating over her victory to notice her tiny victim was trying too flee, but after taking a quick glance down she saw that her new Bat-Toy had run several feet away from her. Watching the bug sized man run made the sadistic smile on her face drop. He couldn’t even stick around while she savored her victory, Batman had to ruin everything. With a growl, she took several steps and was right on top of the tiny hero.
“Where do you think you’re going bug. I’m going to get you, bitch!” She moved her massive sneaker in front of the fleeing bug to stop him, but Batman tried to evade her. He leapt forward, trying to dodge her on coming foot; instead of getting in front of her shoe he ended up right under it. Brooke’s sneaker came down on top of him with a crash, his body instantly flattening under her massive weight.
“Son of a bitch!” Brooke screamed as she saw she had just crushed the Caped Crusader. The killing part she didn’t really care about, but the fact that it had happened before she could do anything to him made her nearly foam at the mouth in rage. She had been planning, dreaming! Of all the cruel and humiliating things she could do with her Bat-Toy, she had bought clothing and sex toys to use with him, she had masturbated all night just thinking about it. Now, because of Batman’s own stupidity, he was dead and she wasn’t going to have any fun.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” She screamed as she stopped her foot into the ground. As her sneaker hit the ground she felt something sticking under her treads. With a disgusted grunt, she lifted her foot up and tried to scrap the Batman’s remains off her shoe. She expected to find a rear smear, but instead there was a flattened black blob attached to the bottom of her show. It took her a few seconds to scarp it off with her finger, but it came off. There was no blood and as she held the black shapeless mass she couldn’t feel any broken bones. Looking at the remains as they rested in her palm, she was amazed to watch them stir. Slowly, arms and legs formed from the mass as it begun taking shape. Within a few minutes Batman was laying in her palm, seemingly completely safe.
Gasping for air, Batman didn’t know how he was still alive. When the sole crashed down on him he thought he was dead. It certainly felt like he died as he was crushed under it. The pain was intense, worse then anything he had ever felt. However, he had remained alive, feeling every stomp Brooke took, as he remained flattened to her sneaker. Batman weakly looked into the young girl’s eyes. Her amazement quickly turned to sadistic glee. Then she closed her hand around Batman, crushing him again into a black blob.
“Oh my God! This is incredible! Faye said that there were often side effects of her mom’s potions, but I never expected it to do this. This is going to be even more fun then I imagined,” she perverted giggled, squeezing her malleable shrunken hero in her fist, delighting every time her fingers sank into her helpless, puny body. She had been worried that she might accidentally kill Batman, she had a temper and could easily decide to end things quickly if she had one of her sudden rushes of anger. Now she knew killing him would be a lot harder then just stepping on him or throwing him to the ground in frustration.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned, closing her fist and squeezing the Dark Knight as hard as she could. Her fingers went down to her tight, black shorts, touching her pussy. She was getting off on this, getting hornier by the second as she played with Gotham’s hero in her fist like silly putty. He felt warm and smooth, his body trying to reform even as she had her fingers clenched around him. Moaning loudly, she nearly stuck her hand down her pants and started masturbating.
“No, bad Brooke, save it for later,” she said to herself. She could get off as much as she wanted when she was home and alone. No need to have some perverts coming by and see her fingering herself. Taking several calming breathes; she opened her hand, letting Batman return to his regular shape. When he returned to normal, he just laid in on her palm, overwhelmed by the pain he had experienced. Brooke hadn’t meant to, but just from accidentally stepping on and squeezing him she had nearly broken years of mental training.
Staring at the puny person, Brooke had no sympathy, in fact she planned to make every waking moment for the hero one of pain and humiliation, and she wasn’t going to stop now.
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