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Jason held the mask up to his face and took a hit. The liquid in the vial bubbled as he inhaled deeply. He had become accustomed to the dosage. He knew just the right moment to pull away before his veins started to tingle from the adrenaline surging through them. He gasped, his full lips parted open as he sucked in fresh air. Now he was ready for another day as Gotham’s new emerging crime lord.
He walked over to his gear table, his balance feeling off. Everything felt just a little off. Did Crane change the formula? Jason wondered. His pants felt tighter, so did his tactical boots and compression shirt. His lips felt funny too and he was a little light headed. There was also a tingle in his ass that he had never felt before. Shaking it off, he suited up.
The reflection in the mirror was everything he could have ever wanted to be. Tough, intimidating. The picture of a man that people would listen to. His brows furrowed, noticing a slight sheen to his lips. They were already pretty plump to begin with, but now it looked like they were… juicier? He had been mocked for his girly lips in the foster system before - something he found annoying and would often get him in trouble when he exploded. But in this moment he was starting to see what they meant.
Bending over to pick up his gear and guns, Jason was suddenly aware of how tight his pants felt. They constricted at his thighs. Whatever tingle he felt in his ass just moments ago came back with a fury as he felt the fabric of his underwear shift against his crack. He did a double take in the mirror, noticing the ever-so-subtle curve of his rump in his pants. He didn’t really have an ass before… did he?
Underneath Jason’s cocky bravado was really a self conscious young man who lashed out when threatened. And this sudden dysmorphia was causing him to feel anxious. Like he was falling off the building all over again. He grabbed for the maskand took another, stronger hit from his mask. Inhaling deeply, he could feel all of that going away. No emotion. Just a surge of… something. He couldn’t identify what he was feeling.
His head hung back, keeping the mask pressed up to his nose, his eyes closed. While the drug worked on his insides, it also started to work on his outsides as well. His thighs grew, and so did his ass. The holsters around his legs felt constricting, almost to the point of breaking as he continued to inhale Crane’s toxin.
His head felt lighter and lighter. No more worries, no more stress. In fact, he was starting to feel good. Euphoric almost. Though the anxiety in his chest went away, the pressure continued to build externally as his pecs started to fill out as well. He took in a sharp intake of air as he yanked away the mask. His breathing was heavy, his entire body rising and falling while he took in more air.
Jason looked significantly different now, but he couldn’t really pinpoint why. His head felt funny. The more he tried to think, the more his cock throbbed. He blinked. He didn’t even notice he got hard. And were his legs always this big? Was he always this tall? Unconsciously, his hand came up to his chest, giving one of his enlarged pecs a squeeze. He let out a moan most unbecoming of an aspiring crime lord.
Shit! I’m late! Jason realized, fully lost in the sensation of him groping his chest with both hands. He scrambled to gear up, a bit confused as to why his vest wasn’t fitting properly and why there were so many annoying straps that he couldn’t figure out how to secure. He eventually got frustrated trying to understand, and his head hurt. He threw what he could in a duffle bag and donned his helmet.
Jason leaped onto his bike, his ass cheeks jiggling obscenely on impact. He revved it up, letting out a tiny little gasp as it rumbled to life. With his legs spread like that, the bike vibrated right against his crotch. He arched back further into it, his cheeks spreading as much they could within his suddenly tight underwear. It all felt incredible. He had to bite his much much fuller lip to focus on the road as he zoomed out to his next meeting point.
By the time he made it to his destination, Jason’s boner was leaking through his pants. His mouth also hung dumbly open underneath his mask. His legs felt wobbly, and the insides of his ass was on fire – hungering for something he didn’t know yet. He gave it a good scratch with his gloved hands, holding back a scream of pleasure as he aggressively rubbed the fabric into his crack.
He took a moment to collect himself. He knew something was off, but he couldn’t figure out what. That was scaring him, and he couldn’t very well go into a mob bosses’ operation feeling like a scared little kid. Jason took another hit of the drug, his entire body filled with bliss. His legs and chest grew more, now threatening the seams of his clothes beneath. But Jason didn’t notice. He ran into the building, his buttocks bouncing with his heavy steps.
Even if his head felt a little fuzzy – a lot fuzzier now, actually – Red Hood was still trained by the best of the best. He quickly took down a few headstrong goons who rushed him. The ratatatat of his machine gun echoed through the warehouse. Some thug got the best of him and tripped him, kicking the gun away from him. The two started to brawl, throwing fists and kicks. It was a bit difficult to fight properly. His clothes felt too restrictive, and his boner still hadn’t subsided much. The friction he felt between that and what was rubbing against his cheeks made it entirely too hard to focus on the present.
Though Jason didn’t notice the changes in his body, his clothes certainly did. Already stretched beyond their normal capacity, the fight wasn’t doing anything to reduce wear and tear. With a loud RRRRIIIIIIPP, his pants gave way. They split around his calves, circling at his crotch. The back split open, taking his underwear with it, and revealing two perky white cheeks.
Jason’s face felt hot underneath his mask. An undignified yelp came out as he quickly dropped his hands to try and cover his ample backend. The motion was too much, and his armored vest popped off along with a new tear in his shirt going straight down the middle. Similar rips appeared on his sleeves, exposing his biceps.
The thug let out an amused chuckle as he witnessed such an embarrassing display. “Looks like that confidence was all an act! You really expect us to follow a kid who can’t even keep his clothes on?”
Panic was starting to mix in with his embarrassment. The gunfire and fighting had all stopped while the mob men took a moment to laugh at Jason’s exposed body. They made degrading comments about his “mommy milkers” and the ass “so big it could rival Robin’s.” He needed to think of something fast. His hand ghosted by his drug mask and paused.
Before he could even really think about it, Jason whipped off his helmet and drank in the last few drops of the vial. The thugs thought it was something of Bane’s venom and reacted quickly. One knocked it out of his hands, but it was too late. The toxin was finished. Whether it was actually helpful to Jason, was another matter all together.
He let out the most sinful of moans, his hands quickly reaching up to his massive pecs. His shirt was practically entirely shredded, and his pants were torn up as well. His ass now definitely was just as big as Dick’s was, and just as round and bouncy. It wobbled obscenely as Jason fell to his knees in utter bliss. The cold air tickled his spread hole, making him throw his head back.
“Fuck! Fuck me, man! I need a big fucking cock to fill my hole!” Even under the haze, Jason was aware that his pleas for dick were utterly embarrassing. Logically he knew that. But on the other hand, he was so horny and his entire body felt hot. If he wasn’t too focused on playing with his nipples and shaking his ass invitingly for the men, he would have taken off the rest of his remaining clothes.
The thugs looked around, cocky grins spreading on their smarmy faces. They had gotten an anonymous tip from someone using their boss’ line, saying that this afternoon they’d be getting a new toy. They had brushed it off, but clearly it was accurate. Jason found himself surrounded by the men, his eyes glazed over with lust.
The first brush of skin on skin contact made him cum instantly. It was all so much. He found himself lifted up, his already tattered clothes being sliced off by their knives, leaving only his red hoodie partially on his body. The air was cold, but his body was hot. Despite having just came, his cock was still hard – covered in the sticky slime of his orgasm. Begs spilled from his plump red lips, until he was shut up by a thick cock sliding its way inside.
Jason practically screamed as hands pinched at his tender nipples, and wrapped around his cock. Then that scream was made real when someone’s shaft easily slid into his lubed up hole. The man bottomed out in seconds, the thick cockhead of his pressing right up against Jason’s prostate. His eyes went crossed as he lost himself to the pleasure.
He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus on was cock. His brain fogged over with lust, completely giving into all the sensations enveloping his entirely body. Though they looked tough and were manhandling him pretty roughly, it couldn’t help but feel like he was being worshipped so very intimately. His ass cheeks clapped, echoing loudly as cock after cock drilled into him with brute force.
When they weren’t being stroked or flicked, his pecs bounced up and down wildly. His throat should have been sore, but he guzzled down the cocks and their subsequent orgasms like it was nothing. Jason found himself flipped and spun, and bent over in positions he could only imagine Dick could do naturally. He had lost count of how many times he came, but judging by how sticky his chest felt, it was probably a lot. It honestly didn’t matter to him anyway, all he cared about was how good everything felt.
As for the men dominating him, they finished either in his mouth or in his ass. They would have it no other way. Each time their seed filled his holes, Jason couldn’t help but moan. His cheeks were flushed red from the activity and the underlying shame of how slutty he was acting. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone filming the whole thing, making him flush even deeper.
At some point the men vanished, and Jason was left desperately chasing the fullness he felt. One hand played with his nipple while the other fingered his loose hole, his hand coated with their loads of dripping cum. His stomach felt bloated from the amount he had taken in his mouth. But all in all, he still felt like his brain was swimming in a lustful haze.
Then his body burned through all the drug. The blush on Jason’s face intensified as he realized mid ministrations just what he was doing. He quickly yanked his hands from his hole, earning an unintentional moan as cum continued to leak out profusely. He scrambled around, looking for any semblance of his clothes but only found the torn and shredded remains. Luckily he still had his hoodie.
Without the sleeves, it could only be precariously wrapped around his waist. And with his ass the size it was now, it was struggling to keep tucked in. The red fabric, soaked with his sweat and cum, threatened to slip off at a moment’s notice. It wasn’t enough to cover his ass, but at least his front bits were covered. His enormous chest on the other hand…
Jason gasped as a breeze tickled his newly sensitive nipples. His hand itched to give them a squeeze, the last vestiges of the drug still in his system clouded over his brain. But he resisted the urge. He gathered his things, and picked up his helmet. He was all too aware of how things jiggled now. He could practically feel the weight of his meaty ass and pecs bouncing with his motions. How Dick manages to do flips with all this junk behind him was a mystery.
He sighed as he mounted his motorbike. He knew he looked extremely stupid right now, completely naked save for his boots and his helmet, with half of a hoodie pathetically tied around his waist. The angle of how he sat, spread his thunder thighs, only exacerbating how fragile his modesty was hanging on by. Not that he had much left, considering both the top and the bottoms of his supple cheeks spilled out of the waist cover.
Red Hood took off. The intense blush on his face was hidden by his helmet, but was slowly creeping down his exposed neck and shoulders. The hoodie flapped in the wind, practically showing off his entire legs and ass. The only cover he did have was for his crotch – which people wouldn’t even see while he rode anyway.
He tried to take the less populated streets, but Gotham was Gotham. There were tons of people everywhere, even in the seediest of streets. Jason tried his best to ignore the cat calls and made it his focus to just get back to the Manor. But there was no denying that his mind was still a little foggy. And the embarrassing comments they were making about his ass, and his body made him lick his lips. That action only elicited more of his body’s heightened response, and he was now starting to chub up. He shook his head and continued driving. He had some choice words for Crane.
Jason made it back to the manor with only his duffle bag strapped across his back. When he made it out of the city and hit the open road, the wind easily pulled off his only covering. He was absolutely mortified that he had to finish the ride completely in the nude. Luckily for him there was no one around, save for a few birds.
“Hey asshole!” Jason yelled as he entered the manor. His boots stomped on the floor with malice, but the comical bounce of his ass made it less threatening than he thought. “You changed the fucking formula.” He glared at the mad doctor, who had a blunt in his hand.
Scarecrow chuckled, raising his eyebrow at how the drug had affected his apprentice. “No, I didn’t. You just didn’t know who you were messing with. I work with fear, Jason. Not the absence of it, but fear itself. I told you this toxin would remove your fear. Well, that’s not correctMy new drugs just provide a new kind of fear. A more… personalized one.”
“You think I’m fucking scared of being… this?” He gestured to his body. “This is some kind of fucked up fantasy, a wet dream!”
“No, no. While that is all nice to look at,” Scarecrow leered at him, reclining in his chair. “That is merely a manifestation of your fear. I know you. And what you fear, is looking weak. Like you’re less than. I’d say mission accomplished wouldn’t you?”
He pulled out his phone, where the footage of Jason’s naked body being plowed and drilled and played with in all sorts of manner was playing. The former Titan blushed profusely, even more so when he saw Crane’s eyes flick down to his hardened cock. He brought his hands to cover himself, looking to the floor in shame and anger. Then he moved. Shattering a nearby vase, Jason went in to strike Scarecrow.
Fast as he was, Crane was prepared. He tossed a powder into hi’s face while he evaded. Jason’s entire body went slack, his face dopey and mindless. His hands dropped to his side, revealing his hard cock once more. “Such a shame, I’d have thought you learned your lesson by now. We’ll just have to fix that.”
When Jason woke, he was still naked. That wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that his hands were bound behind his back, resting on the upper curve of his pillow cheeks. His entire body felt sore. He wasn’t entirely too sure what happened when he blacked out, but he could probably figure it out. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he needed to find a way home. Without being seen, preferably.
That’s when a greed bird flapped down and Conner landed next to him. “Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding!” Gar shouted out. “Calling all Titans, we found Jason. And er… he needs some clothes.”
Jason blushed terribly as Gar and Conner stifled their laughter and attempted to free him of his bondage. The moment their hands touched his bare skin, Jason’s mind clouded over. His cock lurched as he moaned. It was like he took a big snort of Scarecrow’s toxin, only at a triple dosage. Before his mind went completely dumb-horny, he saw from his peripheral a red blinking dot hidden in a vantage point. He blushed profusely, knowing that his whore-like behaviour would be broadcast to whatever pervs Crane had gotten to watch.
Scarecrow was right. There was nothing he was more terrified of than this. His burgeoning reputation as Gotham’s newest crime boss went out the window. Now he was just a dumb slut with a big ass and plump lips. But in the moment, it didn’t matter. All his thoughts, all his fears, vanished in the blink of an eye. Until the drugs left his system, all he would care about was cock.