Barbara woke up with a snort, feeling reenergized and at ease. She reached down and scratched her huge, flabby ass, finding it a little tender. Sighing with content, Barbara looked around for Tim, wondering where her lover was. A small frown formed on Barbara’s face when she saw the horny little guy wasn’t there. She had taken up nearly all the space on his bed, but she had at least suspected that he would of curled up under one of the folds of flesh to sleep with her. Apparently, she’d been wrong because the boy wonder had amscrayed while she had been sleeping.

“Guess chivalry really is dead,” Barbara groaned and sat up on the bed. She had wanted to wake up beside Tim and maybe cuddle. She might not have been as horny as earlier, but she still would of liked to feel the small boy rubbing against her fatty body. She shouldn’t be that surprised he wasn’t there, the only reason they had sex was because she was horny, there was no emotional bond between them other then mutual lust. Tim had only been a booty call, if Barbara wanted someone to wake up beside; she had to find a boyfriend or even a girlfriend. That’s right, Barbara was bisexual.

“Why do I feel heavier?” Barbara asked herself as she lumbered off the bed. She looked down at her huge paunch. She patted the huge round bulge, feeling the many layers of raw fat underneath her skin. She had twice as much fat as anything else on her body hiding nearly every muscle and bone in her body. Unaware to Barbara, the fat also hide the bulge in her intestines that Time made. Unaware that anything was wrong; Barbara put on her undersized robe and left Tim’s room quietly. The last thing she wanted was to be found in Tim’s room by anyone.

“Miss Gordon, I’m glad I caught you.” Barbara froze and slowly turned around to see the resident butler of the Wayne manor behind her. His face was emotionless and Barbara could only hope he had not caught her coming out of Tim’s room. As cheerfully and innocent as she could, Barbara asked, “What can I do for you Alfred?”

“I’ve finished sewing your new batsuit and I wanted to deliver it to you. Mater Wayne wants you on the street with him tonight trying to catch Miss Harley and Miss Poison Ivy.” Alfred handed Barbara her new costume and thanked him. She looked at the black and purple uniform she had been handed and grinned widely. Soon she’d be back on the street, bigger and hungrier then ever. She was going to show Gotham the new bigger, badder batgirl and her insatiable appetite for stopping crime.

“One more thing, Miss Gordon,” Alfred said before Barbara could run off to try her costume on. “I haven’t been able to find master Tim, do you have any idea where he might be?”

“No clue, I’m afraid,” Barbara shrugged, glad the butler didn’t know about her get together with the young boy. She wondered for a second where Tim could be, but then brushed it off as unimportant. He was probably off giggling about banging her and thinking he was such a hot shot. Barbara scratched between her huge ass halves as another strong inch came from that area.

“I’ll keep looking for him then,” Alfred sighed and let Barbara rush to her room. She was dying to try on her new costume and she what she would look in it. When she got her room, she locked the door and threw her tiny robe away. Finally, she’d have something that would fit her. When she checked out the costume, she discovered it wasn’t a one piece uniform like her old costume. Now curious about what other changes Alfred had made, she slipped into it and checked herself out in the mirror.

“Woah,” she muttered at the sight of the brand new batsuit. The only thing that hadn’t been completely changed was her cowl and cape, both were larger, but generally untouched. The rest of her costume was another story. Instead of a full body black spandex suit, she was wearing a large pair of black bloomers and tube top. Her stomach was completely exposed because the tube tope only reached a few inches bellow her big, full breasts. Instead of the bat symbol in the middle of her chest, it was on both her breasts, pushed out by each protruding mammary.

The bloomers were tight, leaving her thighs completely exposed. Barbra lifted the cape up and checked the back, not being surprised to see her crack had sucked up the back of her bloomers. Her nearly completely exposed rear would be hidden behind the cape, but one quick breeze and anyone behind her would get an eye full of ass. The costume exposed more skin then it covered, giving Barbara an almost sultry look. That didn’t bother Barbara at all. Let the criminals look at her corpulent belly and huge ass. All would soon fear the portly and wide defender of justice, the fat Batgirl!