"...more food!" declared the tubby tabby, with her finger extended in an "Aha! I've got it!" expression.

MJ breathed a sigh of relief. "At least she's got something other than sex on her mind..."

"But--but we're all out of food..." huffed Felicia. "And I highly doubt Sumo Sammy's will be coming back anytime soon. What is a big, fat, jiggly, naked babe to do, I ask you?!"

"I don't know, but you forgot horny..." said Mary Jane.

"Please, MJ! This is not a time for sex, this is a time for food! Scrumptious, delicious food..." she declared in a daydreaming ecstacy as MJ rolled her eyes.

"Typically when this happens to NORMAL people, they go out to the store and get some more food, but you're hardly in a position to go anywhere, I'd wager, fat-ass."

"And where is it written that I cannot go out in public, hmm? You didn't seem to mind all of this earlier, did you?" she asked seductively hoisting her jelly jugs.

"Please. It was a small moment of weakness. I'm over it now. And besides, I was gonna say that in your position, going out in public would be indecent exposure, correct me if I'm wrong."

"Don't mind if I do, MJ. In fact, this new Black Cat is anything but indecent. Why, I guarentee that men, and women having a "Moment of weakness" would slip in their own puddles of drool chasing after this kitty."

"I suppose this where you put your theory to the test, eh?"

"Oh, you can count on it, sweet-thing..." she said with a smile as she checked her clawed gloved by extending and retracting them. “I’d grab my grappling hook, but I simply don’t think it’s going to do me or this fine, dimpled, powerful ass a lick of good. I think that’s everything, or lack thereof, anyway.”

“Wow, I knew you were out of your tree Felicia, but I never thought I’d see you follow through with this. You’re over at least 800lbs and going out in public NAKED!”

“MJ, once the world has witnessed the debut of the new, and improved Black Cat, no one will think twice about seeing naked half ton women waddling around. Fat will be where it’s at, and thin… not so much.” she said for lack of a better rhyme.

“You’re crazy. You never were the trend setter when it came to the women in Peter’s life. I believe that’s where I come in.”

“You’ll see MJ. And you’ll really see once Peter realizes the truth and I steal him away from you; right in front of your chubby, yet less chubby and elegant than my face, face. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to get myself some food and maybe a little somethin’, somethin’ extra…” she winked. “Be a good, fat ginger hostage while I’m gone and I may give you a little extra treat to hold you over.” And with a wave and a smile, Felicia turned towards the door and began waddling away, with thoughts of food and sex on her mind. Maybe she’d find herself a lucky guy to wheel her groceries to her “car” and have her way with him. And maybe after sex, dispose of him, she thought as she licked her chops. “Wow, I’m hungrier than I thought…” she mused as she rubbed her gelatinous gut of flab.