Bruce Wayne rushed out of his room, a hundred different scenarios rushed through his mind. One of his many enemies could have figured out his identity and come to kill him, a criminal could be breaking in to rob Bruce Wayne or an accident could of befallen one of his housemates. He was ready for anything, except his young sidekick sticking out from under the naked colossal ass of his other sidekick.

“H-Help,” Tim gasped. His whole lower body was underneath Barbara’s gigantic ass. Tim flayed his arms around as hundred of pounds of ass fat lay on everything bellow his chest. There was practically no situation that could make Bruce Wayne aka the Batman freeze up, but seeing Barbara’s big pudgy butt cheeks nearly swallowing his young ward made him immobilized.

“I’m getting up. I’m getting up. I’m getting up,” Barbara repeated as she tried to get to her feet, but her chubby little legs were having trouble. She groaned loudly as she hauled herself up, her meaty hills lifted off Tim, much to the boy’s relief. Barbara turned around to face Bruce, her face crimson with embarrassment.

Still frozen stiff, the eccentric billionaire looked Barbara up and down. She was wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe that had belonged to Bruce’s late aunt Greta, who was by no means a thin woman. The bathrobe had fit aunt Greta’s two hundred pound mass perfectly, but on Barbara it looked more like a under sized t-shirt. It barely covered her huge chest and it stopped at her meaty ass. Bruce could see almost everything, that day he learned that Barbara was a natural redhead. Realizing she was exposing herself to Bruce, Barbara spun around with amazing speed for such a big girl.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, turning nearly complete red. Bruce shook his head, getting rid of thoughts he didn’t want to think about. He looked at Tim, who was still lying on the ground, gasping for air. There was a big wet spot on his shirt from the ass sweat that had gotten on when Barbara sat down on him.

“What happened?” Bruce demanded, wanting answers to why his ward was nearly crushed under a ton of ass flesh.

“I was walking to the bathroom when I tripped, all this weight has me completely off balance. Tim was hiding behind me for some reason and I landed on top of him when I fell. It’s not my fault.” Barbara glared over her shoulder at Tim, angry with him for embarrassing her like this. What she wanted to know was why was he trailing behind her? She hadn’t even seen him until he was under her butt. That question was answered when she spotted the hardon the boy wonder had in his pants. Bruce saw it as well; he narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“Go to your room, Tim.” He barked out and the boy did so without any complement. He knew that he had been found out and that both Barbara and Bruce knew what he had been doing. He couldn’t help himself. Last night he had gone to bed thinking about all the exposed flesh, he had seen sticking out of Barbara’s costume. He had dreamed about her huge floppy breasts and meaty ass halves. When he saw her walking down the hall with barely any clothes on, he just had to follow her. He wasn’t going to make the mistake of following Barbara again. He’d deal with his hormones the way all teenagers do, with some tissue paper and lotion.

“Totally inappropriate,” Bruce muttered and stated to walk away. If he had been more aware of his own person, he would have noticed that he was only in his boxers and sporting morning wood. Luckily, for him, Barbara never noticed because she was thinking about Tim and the blunt object she felt poking into her ass when she had sat on him.

It was nice knowing that Tim still had his crush on her, even with the hundreds of extra pounds she had on. She thought about him sitting in his room now, that hard on still throbbing. A heat rose up from her loins and she looked at his door across the hall. She was so horny, but was she enough to do her colleague in justice? Her body said yes, but her mind said no. Which one is a girl to listen to?