Cassandra wanted to argue with Barbara that she was still fighting fit.
Raised to be the greatest martial artist on Earth, Cass thought of herself as invincible. She could dodge bullets, fight men thrice her size for hours on end and even fight metas with good odds. But thinking of how...slow her patrol through the city had been that night, with her breath coming in huffs and puffs and the frequent breaks where she'd munched on snacks provided by dear, beautiful Stephanie, her costume's thighs squeaking together unless she took very careful steps made her exposed cheeks, both sets, burn in shame. Then add in the humiliating fight, where she'd taken hits from out of shape renta cops just because she was too slow to dodge. She'd seen them coming, slow as molasses, but her own heavy set body was heavier still.
She wanted desperately to be the best again, to prove that she had over come her evil birth and become a heroine...but how could she do that at this size? When she and Stephanie had first met, before they'd admitted their attraction, Cass had marveled at how untrained and unprofessional Spoiler was. Now that she was twice the new Robin's size and needed her help in a fight, could she really say she was field ready? She couldn't even see her feet!
"Barb...you've got a point," the quiet girl admitted, her pride screaming at her in denial, even as her hands hefted her considerable gut.
Barbara smiled ear to ear, "I'm glad that you could admit that Cassandra. You've taken the first step in admitting you have a problem."
"Where is it?" Batgirl asked her mentor, barely able to make eye contact.
"Themyscira," Barbara said, "an isolated point on Paradise island they use to train new amazons when they have them. A woman named Donna Troy runs it during the summer session, you'll be in good hands and back in fight form in no time...with some good habits!"
On the other side of the cave, Stephanie looked devastated. Cass could feel the disapointment, the two had been dating for nearly two years and it was very clear to her that Stephanie liked her like this. As her body went from cut to chunk, Steph couldn't keep her hands to herself and always made sure that Cass had plenty of fattening snacks. Stephanie always abstained, her mother was a heavy set woman and the young crime fighter had to work hard to keep fit, avoiding the gorging sessions Cassandra had once harmlessly engaged in. The new Robin had started pinching and fondling as soon as Cass' abs coated over, moving quickly to pressing her girlfriend to have one more portion, take a break on patrol and eat, to ignore Barbara's demands she diet as her costume's started going up in size too slow to keep up with her rampant bulk and then ...well into straight up feederism, filling Cass to the popping point two nights a week with Happy Co brand chocolate syrup. Cassandra liked getting stuffed and liked that Steph liked it too...but still, she wanted to be a bad ass again...
"How long does camp last?" Cassandra asked Barbara glumly, already missing her mentor and more importantly her girlfriend.
"Until you're back in shape," Barbara told her, "thankfully Themyscira is timeless and you don't age while there, so even if it takes a while you'll only be gone a week from our perspective. Unfortunately, your session won't start for a week, we'll be sending you in via a league boom tube and there's some sort of weird, magical storm or something preventing a transfer. Until then I'm putting you on the inactive roster...and a diet...until then, you should probably go rest you like ahem, beat..."
"Pardon me, normally I love standing around in a cold basement in my underwear listening to someone else's surrogate mommy daughter talk and I'm not ungrateful for getting my fat butt out of that fat trap," Selina interrupted, tapping one plump foot, "but I hope there was some sort of plan here. Every woman in this city but you and the girl wonder over there have guts oozing over our knees, even your ahem, heavy hitter here is too big to be a Bat. So what's the plan to stop Harley?"
"Well, I was getting to that," Barbara said as Cass waddled off...
.....
Cass groaned to herself as she made her way towards her room.
This auxiliary bat cave was pretty huge to be honest, enough to run a war on crime on its own. And the bed room designated hers was up a few flights of stairs or an elevator, that she thoughtlessly hit the button on. When had she gotten so lazy? It used to be she trained from when she woke up to when she put on her suit, now it was getting to the point she'd rather watch trash tv, slurp soda and stuff herself than exercise!
That the fit Stephanie might go after her girlfriend and easily catch up to the hefty assassin wasn't hard to guess. Still, Cass let out a high pitched shriek when Steph not only snuck up on her but squeezed a lot of the ample ass cheeks hanging out of her exposed panties.
'My god, you're getting soft! I can barely feel anything under these...Butt-Girl!,' the blonde Robin good naturedly teased, jiggling Cass' rear.
"It's not that soft...," she said, biting her lip at how good the teasing from Steph felt, almost as good as the groping.
"Not that soft? CC," Steph said, sliding her hands under Batgirl's ruined torso armor and squeezing her boobs, "we're gonna have to rename you DD, these things are getting too big for my hands..."
Cass giggled, all apprehension forgotten in the presence of her girlfriend. Stephanie might be a goofball but she was also sweeter than Cassandra's now favored soder cola. But still, the thought of being away from her for however long....
"Sorry about the fat camp. I know you like me like this," she sighed, patting her gut, "but...I can't fight crime this fat..."
The fit blonde giggled, working a rip in the seam along Cassandra's arm to pinch her beefy tricep flap, "I'll say. I watched you for just a second and Cassandra...you've lost your edge girl. You know I could kick your butt in a fight now..."
"Please, leave me some pride, ouch!" Cass joked and then yelped as Stephanie pulled her far too tight panties out and sling shotted them into her ample ass.
The elevator dinged open and Stephanie pushed the butterball Batgirl into it, pushing her tight into a corner.
"Not if I've got a say...but I get it. Right its gonna suck to lose the 240lbs of fried buttered poptarts we fattened you up into, but right...I get it. You like being fast and dangerous and I know how much Batgirl means to you," the fat worshipping Stephanie told her girlfriend, pressing her lean body into Cassandra's and squeazing, "so yeah, no need to apologize. You'll come back the baddest badass on Earth again and I'll be second fiddle...but I think we'll both know you're a natural fat ass...but we've got a week to enjoy you...so let's see how far you can go?"
"Babs put me on a diet," Cassandra squeaked timidly, not wanting to disappoint her mentor even further.
"Babs is gonna be running a one woman war against an obesity epidemic. Batman's out of town, Nightwing is out of town, Redhood is out of town, Drake and Damian are out of town. Its just the women and they're... Cassie, I know you don't get out much but...every woman in this city but me and her turned into a real heiffer. Yes that includes you and yeah, you've gotten hit with the fatty stick harder than anyone else but that fat cat back there, but the women Barbara is going to be rangling are still pretty hefty. She'll be pulling her hair out keeping them focused, which should let you slide out of attention. And if she sees you even fatter...well, hey, you're a fat girl now. You can't control your eating, you got lazy, what's she gonna do? Send you to fat camp again?," Stephanie explained with a grin, "So...we've got two weeks..."
"Not much time," Cass admitted.
"Yeah, but eight weeks ago you could have won gold medal in almost every olympic sport back to back. Now you can't out fight girl Paul Blart and you set your suit's blood pressure monitor off going up a flight of stairs," Stephanie teased her, fingers fondling Cass' plentiful gut, "Whatever Harley put in this Happy Co stuff is unreal, you've been gaining three or four pounds a day on it without really trying save for a feeding session every week. If we keep you stuffed and on your back for a full two weeks, with your muscles atrophying and not burning as much energy...why Cass, you might be the biggest girl at fat camp, a total cream puff...sound fun?"
Cassandra's mouth had gone dry and her pussy had gone wet, she gulped and nodded, invisioning how much fun getting that full would be. Anyone else pointing out her lardy, lazy nature and telling her what to do sent her into a total rage but Stephanie feeding and fondling and degrading her...that set Cassandra straight into horny town...
"It does...order a pizza," Cass told her girlfriend, almost vibrating with excitement.
"One pizza? oh heck no," Stephanie grinned, "we're gonna do a lot more than that...and we're gonna be taking pics for posterity's sake..."
Two Weeks and Forty Five pounds: Cass gets stuffed for two weeks...getting even bigger...
Cat's got a point, what's the plan? Catwoman is a bitch, but she's got a point? How is Barbara gonna fix this? hear Barbara's plan to take down Harley and meet the team of heroines Babs is gathered to make it happen, some are expected, some aren't and all of them are pretty big....
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