This choice: Yes | Go Back Chapter 8: A Real Bird of Prey (ID #1007908) an addition by: chaos ![View fearboy's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author There are many different kinds of birds in the world, but only two things really separate birds and that’s whether they are prey or predator. The Canary is a weak, frail bird that is most of the time prey. However, there is a certain canary out there that isn’t a tiny yellow birdy, but a fearsome, large predator. Other birds are her prey and tonight she is hungry.
Black Canary, a second generation hero whose life had taken an unexpected turn. Once a happy, energetic girl, she married fellow super hero Green Arrow, earned a good reputation and even helped lead the Justice League of America for a time. Today, she was no longer the girl she once was. Her marriage fell apart, she fell of the grid and she was no longer with the JLA. She took some time off to think about her life, but more importantly who she was. She no longer felt like the brash, cocky girl she had been when she first put on her fishnet stockings. Older and maybe a little bit more cynical, she decided it was time to show everyone the Black Canary was a lot darker then they could have ever imagined.
First thing she did was reform the Birds of Prey. Getting Oracle and Huntress on board was easy enough, but they decided to branch out. They were operating in Gotham City and even with the Batman family running around, you need as many heroes as you can get to keep the city clean. So new members were made and the team was reformed, everything was back to normal, except for one buxom blond that wasn’t through becoming a predator.
Several stories up, something came dropping down with a loud crack. Spider web shaped cracks formed under the huge object as it’s feet hit the pavement. As though nothing had happened, the object started moving, it’s bulk shifting around as it moved. As it walked under a street light, the object was revealed to be a woman, a very big, round woman.
Her breasts pushed out nearly a foot in front of her body. Huge round spheres, held tightly in a corset like top that revealed the top half of the large melons. They quivered inside their cups as she moved, threatening to spill out any second. Her flabby naked arms rested at her sides, chubby hands tightly clenched into fists. Her belly was only a swell on her broad body, small when you saw how wide her hips were. Her waist was nearly four feet in diameter if not larger. Round, bulging hips that could knock a car back if slammed hard enough into it. Luscious hips that a man wouldn’t be able to grab onto with his hands. It matched her ass which was two bowling ball sized fleshy halves highly visible as the back of her corset like costume disappeared completely between the fat buns. It swayed as she moved, moving in a hypnotic rhythm as she strutted herself. Her legs would have looked more appropriate on a hippo as her meaty thighs smacked together. On top of this obese form was a round, pretty face that seemed too innocent to belong to a seasoned fighter. However, beyond that chubby cute face was a hungry predator looking for her next meal.
The dark night was disturbed as a loud, wet growl gurgled from inside the whale of a woman. She patted her pudgy belly, trying to get it settled down. “Don’t worry, food is coming,” she whispered and then licked her lips in anticipation. This was Black Canary, the bigger and more hungry Black Canary. Her new waistline can was thanks to her new diet of candy bars, hamburgers and criminals. Black Canary was literally taking a bite out of crime.
She had always been able to eat people. Along with her Canary Cry she also had an expandable mouth, throat and digestive tract. She might have had other orifices that could stretch, but Green Arrow had never checked. She had always had a hunger to fill her belly, but had fought it. She had always thought it was wrong, that her desires were morally corrupt, but after losing so much she gave in and was no happier and more confident then ever. She was a true bird of prey and tonight she was hunting something other then petty criminals. She needed a bigger, stronger prey so tonight she was eating super hero.
She had had called Oracle for some backup and was now waiting for her takeout. She didn’t know who would come, but she was peraped to eat them. She had once believed in good and evil, now there was only prey and predator. Everyone was her prey.
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