Selina wasn't used to being snuck up on.
After all, she was among the stealthiest people in the city. And while her thighs were as thick as a race horse's flanks, her ears hadn't gotten any duller despite the extra chunk. There were only two people in Gotham who could move quiet enough to sneak up on her and her pride was pretty happy that Bruce hadn't seen her at this size! Especially as she was wearing only a too snug set of lingerie, her dimpled butt hanging out and her floppy chest over flowing the cups. She was lucky that she'd gained in an hour glass shape...minus her rather girthy pie gut and clapping thighs.
"Batgirl, you shouldn't be so snide at this happening in the city under your...," Selina turned towards the young vigilante, voice trailing off.
"What?" Cassandra Cain asked from where she leaned casually against a railing, mask pulled up to her mouth and a Happy Co apple pie in one hand and a fork in the other.
"You...hmmmmmphhh, hehehe," Selina began trying to control her laughing and failing.
Selina didn't much like Bruce Wayne's adopted daughter. To the public, she was just another of the orphans the philanthropist constantly adopted, different only by being a girl, not white and avoiding the limelight. But to Gotham's underworld, she was the most hated vigilante of all of them: Batgirl. The old red haired Batgirl was just one of many side kicks, but Cassandra was a combat monster. Raised to be the ultimate assassin, the girl had abandoned killing but maintained unbelievable fighting skills and an ability to read body language. She could punch through brick walls and dodge bullets, while she was a bit neuroatypical and couldn't read well, Cassandra was one of the most dangerous vigilante's in the city, if not the most badass, doing nothing all day but eating, sleeping and training, becoming a lean but frighteningly ripped young woman. Selina, weaving in and out of the Bat's graces as she did, had had a few absolutely shitty run ins with her that ended with lost loot and a kicked butt, knowing she could never compete with a woman who was a physical paragon...
Or had been.
'Hahahahaha," Selina burst into complete and uproarious laughter, stealth be damned, "you got fat!"
"...I did not," the vigilante denied, unthinkingly taking another bite.
"Then what's that hanging out of your costume?" Catwoman sniggered, pointing a chunky finger at Cassandra's rather hefty belly, "you used to have an eight pack that showed through your kevlar, now your gut is hanging over your pants!"
The ultra lithe fighter had turned into plus size apple with a rather embarrassing looking pot belly. Her jacked upper arms were looking rather thick and her nimble legs puffy, while the svelte girl's small chest had burst into a pair of small melons and she'd gotten some rather chunky hips, but most of her gain was focused on her gut. Batgirl's armored black costume was stretched to the max around her limbs and chest, but she was totally exposed across her belly. The naked, doughy beer gut and jiggling love handles were sagging under their own weight, the frequently shot girl adding stretch marks to her collection of scars. Her utility belt was looped around her shoulder instead of her plus sized paunch . Said waist was looking pretty bloated, suggesting this wasn't her first sample of Happy Co's pies she'd had and her utility belt had more than a few candy bars shoved into it. Batgirl looked to have porked up a good hundred pounds, about as much as Selina had, but Catwoman was tall and leggy at least, while the extra fluff making was making the martial artist's 5'4 height look rather short.
"...I'm bulking," Cassandra told her stiffly, a blush spreading across her chipmunk cheeks.
'Right into an absolute chunk!" Selina giggled, her own rotundity forgotten.
"Its mostly muscle," the quiet vigilante replied, pausing as a voice cut in on her radio.
"Batgirl, did you find Catwoman?" Oracle's voice cut across her comm.
"Yes, I've got her," she said, turning her rather thick back toward's the thief and finishing her candy bar, "you don't have to baby sit me."
"...Are you eating?" Barbara Gordon demanded, the first Oracle's voice nearly rising to a shriek, "You know you're on a diet until you're back at your fighting weight again missy!'
"...it was just a salad," Batgirl muttered.
"In a pie factory! God, I knew I shouldn't have sent you in," Barbara groaned, "just evac with her before security gets to you!"
"I can handle them," the stubborn Batgirl insisted, just as the nearest door burst open!
Half a dozen uniformed Happy Co security burst into the room...after some minor difficulties fitting through the door. The six female guards were all on the husky side to say the least, each of them weighing somewhere between Batgirl and Catwoman, but all armed with clubs. Once upon a time, six heavy set guards were good odds for Selina but she hadn't exercised in God knows how long. Similarly, she knew that Batgirl could have whipped through them in ten seconds but now?
"Hands on your heads and give up, we'll hook you back up to the feeding machine kitty, Ms. Harley doesn't want you hurt!" the senior most guard growled, trying to pull her billy club out from under a love handle, "and...holy shit Batgirl!"
The guards recoiled for a moment, before taking in just how chunky the Silent Knight had gotten and getting more confident. Batgirl scowled at them and threw a smoke bomb, leaving the fat guards choking and coughing. The vigilante then dashed toward's Selina with surprising speed...although the heavy set Catburglar noted that Cain was breathing pretty hard by the time she crossed the room and wrapped a plump arm around Catwoman's considerable girth.
"We're going," the quiet girl snarled at her, pulling a grapple gun from her belt.
The weapon fired through a skylight with a characteristic *poof*, its micro engine screaming as it began to pull the two hefty Gothamites upwards...about an inch off the floor. Selina's bare feet were still touching the ground, the corpulent batgirl slightly swinging next to her.
"Any other plans now that you're too fat to swing off roof tops?" Selina growled.
"I swing fine, you're too fat," Cassandra hissed back, dropping back to the ground with a small rip of seams, "we fight."
The guards stumbled out of the smoke towards them, not an intimidating sight unless you were even fatter. Selina gulped, hoping that they'd just get her hooked to over eating Harley's pies again. She tried taking a fighting stance as the guards waddled towards them, feeling the strain in her weak thigh muscles and hoping like hell Batgirl still had her muscles under her blubber.
"Batgirl, damn it run, you can't fight in your condition!" Gordon's voice reminded her, "You've gotten way too big!"
"I'm still a fighter," Cassandra insisted to her mentor, taking a stance and trying to ignore the pinch of her far too tight pants.
'Damn it, I'm sending in some back up, hold tight!" Barbara groaned, "and don't rip your costume again!"
More fat ass than bad ass: Batgirl isn't the fighting machine she used to be. She still has her body reading ability and martial artist skills, and even a some deal of her strength and her gadgets, but she's quite out of shape, slow on her feet and easily winded, while her famous speed is loooonnnngggg gone. Worse, she thinks of her self as a swift bad ass still! She can handle a few guards, maybe, but not this many! She'll need some help after some clothing damage!
Fighting Fat: Cassandra might not be as fast as she used to be, but she's still a fighting machine! Batgirl manages to best the guards, at the cost of her pants, and she and Selina escape!
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