Barbara AKA Batgirl looked down at the fallen henchmen while drooling slightly. She was a protector of justice, a defender of the weak, a super hero, but she was also incredibly hungry. Her pudgy gut rumbled ominously as she looked down at the hunky morsel just lying there, waiting to be eaten. If she ate the man, it would be murder she rationalized to herself. However, that seemed less important every second she looked at him. Weren’t henchmen the expendable red shirts that either ended up dead in the cross fire or killed by their own employers. This unconscious soul future was either to be killed or sent to prison, both unpleasant situations to say the least. If she ate him, he wouldn’t have to worry about prison or dying from some horrible event.

“If you don’t want me to eat you, say something,” Barbara whispered down to the comatose henchman. The man remained silent. If he had been awake to hear Batgirl, his response would have most likely been a very boisterous no. However, he wasn’t awake and upon hearing no response, the starved super hero licked her lips and grabbed him with her chubby fingers.

“Down you go then,” Barbara giggled. Any hesitation she might have had was long gone, her belly needed filling and she didn’t care how fat she got. Any weight can be lost, even if it’s caused by eating another person. Barbara opened her chubby chops wide enough to fit the man’s head inside her mouth. Without a second more to think about what she was doing, Barbara crammed the man’s head into her mouth and started to scarf him down. Saliva dripped from her lips as she gulped and licked the unaware man as he went down her throat The feeling of eating another person was incredible for Barbara as she starts feeling the man slip down her gullet. She was a little worried his shoulders were too wide and her lips wouldn’t be able to fit around them, but as soon as they touched her drooling maw, her mouthy expanded further and covered the mans shoulders. Gripping him tightly around the waist, Barbara moaned and swallowed again, feeling his chest rest in her mouth.

The unconscious henchman slid down her gullet easily, forming a bulge in Barbara’s throat that grew wider with each swallow. The sensation of eating him was something Barbara loved, if not as much as she did his taste. Lost in the rapture of flavor, Barbara knew that she could get used to eating people. The henchman was giving her so much pleasure without even being awake, it made Barbara wonder if it would feel even better if he was wiggling around a little.

Already at his stomach, another loud, wet gulp left only his legs outside of Barbara’s distended mouth. She could feel him starting to curl up in her stomach, making her whole gut even larger. Knowing that she’d gain weight from eating him didn’t bother Barbara in the least any more. If gaining a few hundred pounds was the price she had to pay for eating him, then it was a small price to pay. With the henchman’s legs hanging from her lips, Barbara tilted her head back, letting gravity help send the man down. Gulp after gulp sent him sliding down her neck and into her caldron like belly. Each inch that emptied out into her made her already huge belly bigger and jiggle wildly. Barbara quickly gave his feet one last swallow, sending one comatose henchman to a very cramped belly to be digested.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Barbara muttered as she looked down at her corpulent midsection. She was horrified of what she’d done, but rather that she had actually did it. A whole person was inside her stomach, slowly being digested like a slab of meat. The thought struck Barbara as strange but oddly exciting as well. Giving her belly a loud slap to finish digesting it’s meal, Barbara waddled out of the factory. Batman and Robin were long gone by now, leaving her to get back on the Batcycle. She only hoped the tiny bike could handle her big figure.