*Crunch* *Smack* *Gulp* *BELCH!* Back in the Batcave, our favorite fat cat was having her fifth meal of the day. Bruce had instructed Alfred to prepare a large breakfast for Catwoman, which he was hoping would tie her over for a while. Unfortunately, that wishful thinking was soon left in the dust, as their criminal house guest demanded more food. Now he just wished he wouldn't have to call the Justice League for help.
Alfred continued to prepare more food, and Batman brought it down to the cave for her.

" *BUUUUURRRRRRRP!* Excuse me. I don't know who's your chef, but give him my compliments." Catwoman said after belching again. She dabbed a napkin around her mouth, now realizing how messy she had gotten. Her new appeteit had hit her so abruptly, just like Harley and Barbarra, that she really lost sight of her manner of eating. Thankfully Batman had already had a few roasts prepared for that moment, or he might have been on the menu. In any case, Catwoman's manner of eating had smeared some of her meal around her face. She actually stopped using the napkin at one point and began to lick the tasty remnants. As for the rest of her, everything below her mouth wasn't as filthy, but Batman handled her a moist towel to wipe herself up. Why did he think a napkin would be enough?

"Are you full?" he asked her, praying that her had finally bought some time. He needed to get back to work on an antidote.
"I think so." Catwoman patted her belly. She didn't feel completely full, but the hunger wasn't unbearable as it had been before. Besides, now that she was coming back to her senses, she wanted to make sure she didn't get any fatter.
With that said, Batman went back to the computer. Before working though, he called up to Alfred and suggested her go to the grocery store.

Catwoman slumped back against the cave wall. At least eating had occupied her time, but now what was she supposed to do?
The only thing she could think of was eating some more. Even if she didn't want to get any bigger, she couldn't resist thinking about delicious food. She never realized how delicious everything was, whether it be fuit, dairy products, meat, and the oh so irrisistable sweets. Still, she had noticed that as much as she ate those foods, she still felt like she needed something more, filling.

She looked back at Batman, hard at work, focussed away from the rest of the world. Catwoman remembered how he said that anyone who takes Chemical V would be able to eat a whole person. As that thought crossed her mind, drool trickeled from her mouth. She was beginning to get into the same mindset as the two other Jumbo girls of Gotham. Just thinking of eating something so big, that would keep her tummy full for so long sounded so wonderful.
She looked over at Batman.
As she did, she rubbed squishy gut, as grinded and churned her meals. While stroking her belly, a moan escaped her lips.
The moment she kneaded her blubber, Catwoman felt a tingle run up her spine, and throughout her body. She thought that she still hated her fat form, but now she realized just how soft and warm it was. That factor, combined with her mostly full belly, and the fact that she was still in the shredded remains of her costume, all gave her another idea.
Again she looked at Batman.


We all know the two possible outcomes of this.