The two new partners sat at the table silently, both wondering what to do now that they had eaten. Barbara was relatively full from the huge pancake breakfast she had eaten, but Harley wasn’t as satisfied as the other woman. Sighing, Harley lumbered up to her feet, rubbing her bulging stomach.

“All this talk about hot girl’s has gotten me hungry.” Harley’s eyes narrowed in on her full figured partner. The fat criminal licked her lips as she studied every chubby inch of Barbara’s body. “You know Batsy, you don’t have to give me one on one loving if you help satisfy my other urges. I know I promised sex, but trust me when I say that getting deep throated by me is just as satisfying.”

“You better stop thinking what your thinking Harley. I’ll admit, I’d love to get inside that sexy body of yours, but I’m not taking a dip in digestive juices,” Barbara firmly told Harley. What Barbara wanted was a long partnership with Harley, not a one-night stay in her tremendous belly. As tempting as it sounded to add to Harley’s amazing figure, Barbara enjoyed living far too much.

“Meanie,” Harley pouted cutely. Sighing, Harley turned to the entrance to her hideouts main room. She had been sleeping in the back of the warehouse, leaving the main room where everything was stored for her henchmen and henchwomen to stay in. “Front and center Henchwoman #12. Your boss wants to have some words with you!”
The sound of movement could be heard in the main room, until thunderous footsteps could be heard coming towards the door. Barbara raised her brow in interest when a fat young woman stepped into the room. She had to weigh at least four hundred pounds, which Barbara could see easily through her tiny leotard. Her flabby arms hung at her side as she scratched her huge thigh absentmindedly. Other then the fact that she was super obese, Barbara noted that she had dark purple hair and squinty eyes that must have been hard to see with.

The fat woman huffed in indignation and crossed her plump arms over her even plumper chest. “You know, I do have a name. You don’t have to call me by my number every time you want something.”

“I have to remember that… Gaz,” Harley answered after a momentary pause. As the henchwoman stood in front of her employer looking blasé, Harley was eyeing the fat woman like she was a banquette. Harley had only eaten thin people so far, making Gaz her biggest challenge to date. The heavy henchwoman would make a good challenge before Harley went after even bigger prey, like say her new partner.

“You’re thinking about eating her, aren’t you?” Barbara whispered into Harley’s ear. The hungry villain looked behind her, surprised that her partner was giving her trouble over this. Barbara looked back defiantly and whispered sharply into Harley’s ear, “I thought we agreed we were only going to eat criminals?”

Shaking her head at her partners naivety, Harley turned back to a bored looking Gaz with a big warm smile. “Gazy honey, could you remind me again about the first crime you ever committed?”

“Oh yah, that,” Gaz grumbled, scratching her big belly again. “When I was a kid I sold my annoying older brother to some bug eyed alien weirdo. Made about twenty bucks from selling the freak. I think the alien fried his brains or something, I can’t remember. Why you asking boss?”

Barbara looked over Harley’s shoulder at the henchwoman, gaping at the monstrous act this woman had committed without any remorse. Hearing Gaz confess ended any doubts Barbara had about letting the underworld of Gotham met their end in Harley or hers stomach. If Gaz was any indication of the kind of criminals in Gotham, they deserved far worse then a relatively painless end inside their bellies.

“No reason,” Barbara mumbled before leaning back to whisper into Harley’s ear. “Bon appetite.”

With no more arguments, Harley advanced on Gaz with speed that seemed unimaginable for someone her size. One second, Gaz was staring wearily at Harley, wondering when she could leave and have her own breakfast and the next second, her boss was nearly on top of her with her big meaty chops opened wide. Harley had Gaz’s entire head in her mouth before she had time to squeak out in surprise. As Gaz’s delicious flavor hits Harley’s tongue, the hungry villainess grabs Gaz by the shoulders tightly and took a deep swallow.

The flesh in Harley’s neck bulges out as her throat fills with Gaz’s head. The helpless henchwoman starts kicking to escape, but it’s pointless, no prey will ever escape Harley’s jaws. Her legs keeps kicking as Harley swallows again and pulling each fat boob over her lips and down her throat. Harley groans wantonly, loving the familiar feel of soft, sweet flesh inside her mouth.

A few feet away, Barbara watches, her own hunger flaring at the sight of her partner eating. Hopefully there would be more henchwomen like Gaz waiting in the main room for a second course. Nothing would help Barbara digest her pancakes more then a nice plump henchwoman.

The drooping paunch of Gaz’s belly now resides in Harley’s mouth, completely filling her wide maw to the point of spilling out. Harley licks the huge sack of fat, disappointed to find Gaz’s leotard ruining the taste of flesh. With a silent reminder to ask her henchwomen to disrobe before eating them, Harley uses her tremendous strength and leverage to lift Gaz’s flailing legs off the ground and high into the air. With the help of gravity, inch after inch of Gaz jiggles it’s way into Harley’s mouth and down her throat. Harley is gulping constantly to keep up with the pace of Gaz’s decent, not slowing down even when her throat starts to hurt. As more of Gaz fills Harley, her belly starts to grow bigger and bigger, swaying against her knees as Gaz is dumped into Harley’s belly. As Gaz’s crotch is about to be swallowed, Harley probes her tongue against her sex, managing to get a brief, but rewarding taste of Gaz’s pussy before that too is swallowed.

With a last loud slurp, Harley sucks Gaz’s legs into her mouth like spaghetti. Saliva drips from her lips as she noisily sucks down the last of the criminal until her feet wiggle past her lips and finally down her throat. Harley’s belly is bigger then an easy chair, showing the occasional lump as Gaz squirms and struggles inside.

“That was nice,” Harley groans, as the sounds of gurgling quickly start from inside the stomach. Her body wants to quickly break down the henchwoman like the pancakes she had eaten earlier and like those pancakes, Gaz would increase Harley’s weight. The struggles inside her grew more frantic as digestion started, causing an erotic thrill to run through Harley’s body. Looking at Batgirl, Harley licked her lips with a new kind of hunger on her mind.

“Care for a roll in the sack, Batsy. All the wiggling in my belly has me randy. I promise to be gentle,” Harley chuckled and winked naughtily at Batgirl, who stared back mesmerized at her partner’s huge, quivering gut.