Barbara shifted her tremendous ass to the side and looked at the criminal she had pinned. He was completely helpless under her and the smothering he’d taken had left him unable to fight back. Slowly, Barbara lifted herself up, not taking her eyes off him. Nothing she had eaten had filled her up half as much as the henchman from last night. No matter what she ate, no matter the quantity, nothing made her feel full. She’d ignored the emptiness inside her and thought she had it beaten down, but the sight of another criminal, weakened and ready to be eaten had brought her hunger back tenfold. The only thought going through her mind besides satisfying her immense hunger, was that she had to make this quick. Couldn’t have Batman finding her hand in the cookie jar.

“Wha Ya Doin,” the thug grunted in a daze. Barbara said nothing and bent over before reaching for his arm. She greedily pulled his hand into her mouth and slurped her way up his arm. The criminal watched in horror as Batgirl ingested his arm. He could feel his fingertips at the back of her mouth, and then felt her swallow pulling him closer to her maw. As his head slowly arched forwards and he felt Barbara’s lips mash against his face, he tried to scream for help, but was cut off by another swallow.

Barbara swallowed, pulling the criminal’s head and shoulders into her cramped and wet mouth. Her tongue bathed his face, sampling the rich taste of his skin as he screamed inside her mouth. She could of spent hour lapping at his tender skin, but Batman could show up any second, she had to make this fast. Taking a deep swallow, her throat pulled her meal down her throat, bulging out her neck on the outsides with the shape of the descending criminal. He squirmed inside Barbara, but was unable to resist the strong pull of her throat.

Moaning roughly, Barbara felt so good as she ate. The sensation of her food squirming down her bloated throat was even better then the sex she had with Tim. Wanting more wiggling man food, she wrapped her lips around his waist and lifted the criminal up. With an impressive show of strength, the criminal’s legs hung over Barbara’s mouth as she latterly chugged the felon down. Her throat bulged as she swallowed, being filled more and more by squirming meat. The criminal was squeezed faster down Barbara’s throat towards her belly, which jiggled as it filled up.

Before Barbara knew it, the criminal’s legs were effortlessly slurped down her greedy throat as half of the body slid into the stomach. Barbara sighed as she felt the entire criminal empty out into her stomach, stretching her abdomen out, but remaining mostly hidden by the many layers of fat on her body.

“Better then Alfred’s cooking,” Barbara chuckled to herself before letting out a loud wet burp. Feeling completely content, Barbara walked out of the men’s wear to meet up with Batman. She didn’t get far before her stomach started to violently shake as the criminal tried to escape from his imprisonment inside the world’s fattest super hero.

“Hey, cut it out in there. Don’t make me swallow a gas grenade,” Barbara threatened her stomach, which resumed to tremble. Gritting her teeth, Barbara half considered grabbing something to knock her uncooperative meal out when the shaking stopped. A loud groan rumbled up inside Barbara as her stomach started to churn her digesting meal.

“That’s better,” Barbara huffed and strutted out of men’s wear to meet Batman. It would take an hour for her meal to completely make it’s way through her body, but that didn’t matter. Barbara’s fat hid her extra mass perfectly. What were a few more inches when your belly can be measured in feet? All this weight might have been a small pain, but it helped hid ingested meals. If Barbara didn’t know that she’d eaten someone, she never would of noticed the extra weight inside her. She couldn't notice the weight of a criminal inside her, just like she didn't feel the boy lodged deep in her intestines.