This choice: Catwoman gets a pie in the face! • Go Back... Harley's aim wasn't what it used to be—but years as a career criminal with a major in clowning had left her with quite the throwing arm.
At least, when it came to pies.
Catwoman had been with her little leather cowl down, almost defenseless against the tin that soared towards her face. Her green eyes widened as she met her creme-y demise of Harley's design, head recoiling backwards as a loud SPLAT filled Harley's office. Catwoman fell backwards, landing on her tightly toned rump, as the pie tin fell from her face and into her open, shaking palms.
"What did you..." Selina's voice broke into a quiver, globs of yellow goo falling from her hair and face, before her tone hardened, "What did you do to me, Harley?!"
Harley had already settled back into her overexerted office chair, one hand resting on her proud gut while the other worked towards feeding it fuller. The great white whale that had once been Gotham's second-most hated harlequin smiled contentedly, her black lips parting into a toothy grin that dimpled her chubby cheeks. Her eyes, blue and piercing, were perhaps the only dead giveaway that somewhere beneath all of that blubber remained the mind of a dangerous supercriminal.
"Just a snack." Harley purred, fingers pressing into the top of her stomach as she massaged its contents lightly, "A little somethin' to whet your appetite before dinner."
"If you think that I'm..." Selina struggled to stand, suddenly finding herself weak, "I-I'm..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Catwoman collapsed back onto the floor. She felt weak, like her body couldn't support itself. Her knees knocked together, a ringing had begun to play in her ears. Even as the creme fell from her eyes, Selina's vision was blurry. Her arms and legs may as well have been made of lead. The femme fatale sunk forward, her head hanging low as she struggled to maintain a peculiar balance on her knees. As the ringing grew louder, an awful emptiness roared from inside of her.
"Ha...rley..."
She didn't know what happened. But the smells of Harley's smorgasbord of rich, decadent food was enough to make her stomach turn. The back of her throat clenched, threatening to spit up stomach bile. She'd never been so hungry in her life!
And then she saw the pie—or rather, what remained of the pie, sitting in front of her.
Without thinking, Selina collapsed onto the floor, grabbing globs of banana creme with her gloved fingers. She shoved them into her mouth, sucking the residue from her leather safe crackers like her life depended on it. It may as well have. She was so hungry, she honestly felt like she might die! Poor Catwoman made grunting, desperate sounds as she sucked down the second-hand dessert, literally licking her fingers as she tore the crust from the pie tin in an attempt to abate the intense, visceral hunger that had overwhelmed her senses...
The queen-sized clown looked on at her handiwork happily, remembering all too well the feeling of weakness that came from being put in such a sorry state. A state she vowed that she'd never be put in again. Powerless. Empty. Hungry. Watching someone else go through the same thing was... oddly satisfying! Certainly enough to work up an appetite.
"Yeah, first one's always the kicker." she said with a belly laugh, her plush hand now moving in concentric circles along the surface of her stomach, "You shoulda seen me the first time, rollin' around, stuffin' myself with pies til I felt like I would pop."
Another bite, this time from a chunky chicken breast that had been slathered in oils and butters.
"It was kinda hot, honestly." Harley hummed as she took another big girl bite, "In a 'oh my god, I think I might die' kinda way. Which, I think we both know, is literally the best kinda way."
"Gonna... kill you..." Catwoman winced as she struggled to a standing position, faltering as her right knee threatened to buckle, "I swear to God I'll..."
"Maybe, but it won't be til after dinner." Harley dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a pretty white napkin, before she snapped her fingers, "Which, coincidentally, is just big enough for two. Comparatively. It's really big enough for like twenty, but why split hairs?"
***
Harley collapsed into a pasty white pile, her whole body wobbling as her super size settled in her seat. The seat in question was at her own private dining area, located in a door just off to the side of her office. Behind her, an aide carried her discarded high heels that had snapped under pressure. Her chubby white toes clenched in delight as her feast, and feline-themed friend, were escorted into the room behind her so.
"Phew, I am outta shape." Harley said with a happy heft of her stomach, "But you probably already knew that."
"Harley... please..." Catwoman begged, her cowl and goggles now fully removed, "I can't..."
"Trust me, you'll feel much better after you get some food in ya." Harley had already resumed eating, the entirety of her course now transitioning from cart to the dinner table as aides serviced their boss with expertise, "I would know, wouldn't I?"
As much as Catwoman wanted to protest, and as angry as she was with her long-lost friend and cohort in crime, it was really hard to focus on anything other than the delicious hock of ham that was being brought in from what was presumably the kitchen. Or the entire turkey that had already had its drumsticks ripped off by Harley. Or the bowl of rich, buttery mashed potatoes...
Selina was drooling. She couldn't take this anymore. She had to eat...
"There ya go!" Harley cheered Selina on as she watched her grab food by the handfuls and ravenously shove them into her mouth, "Now you're gettin' it!"
Catwoman ate with desperation. She was so hungry, she could barely think straight. Nothing mattered more to her right now than stopping the aching emptiness inside of her stomach. Not her career as a thief, not her dalliances with Batman, honestly not even Harley. Selina's nerves were fried and she felt like she was running on empty. Her body was running almost entirely on autopilot. She wasn't even tasting the food that Harley had served her, just eating it. Devouring it. Literally shoving it into her face.
"Yeesh, I knew that stuff was potent, but I never took you for a lout, Kitty." Harley's second chin wobbled as she laughed, "We got forks an' knives for a reason, y'know. I thought you were one of them house-trained cats!"
Catwoman paused, however briefly, and took Harley's advice for the cutlery. Her hands made a mad dash for the silverware and she went right back to attacking her meal, no less slowly than if she'd been doing it bare-handed.
"Now don'tcha feel a little better?" Harley said from across the long table covered with food, her attendants bringing out more and more courses in light of special occasions and circumstance, "Maybe thinkin' a little more clearly now that you've got something on your stomach?"
"What... mfph... the hell is... nom... wrong with you?!" Selina panted between bites as her assault slowed, however briefly, "Why—"
"It's just like I said, I want everyone to feel just like I do—big and beeee-youtiful!" Harley held her wobbling arms wide, hanging low in the sleeves of her black business jacket before crashing down into pillowy puddles of pudge against her sides, "That's why I laced each an' every one of my products with an eensy-weensy little dose of what I got. Sorry, what we got."
"An..." Catwoman managed through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "Antidote..."
"Why would I go an' do a dumb think like makin' an antidote?" Harley snorted, ripping off a chunk of turkey and slamming it between two pieces of bread, "I'm crazy but I ain't stupid."
Selina's green eyes grew wide in terror.
"Don't worry, I dosed ya juuust enough to get ya good and used to eatin' 'til ya start to pack it on the old fashioned way." Harley sneered—it was somehow more effective now that her face was broad and wide, the jowls really helped sell her superiority—at her feasting feline friend as she bent over her tray, "Than maybe you'll start t'see things my way!"
It was here that Harley let out quite the evil laugh. She'd clearly been practicing since her days as a hench wench. She threw her head back as Catwoman continued to gorge herself helplessly on the food that Harley's aides kept bringing her. She was helpless, a prisoner to her own amplified appetite. The humongous harlequin rolled her head back onto its neck roll, boisterous, belly-shaking laughter echoed throughout the office as Selina kept eating and eating and eating and eating...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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