"Fat Girl show," Donna grinned, the Amazons perfectly white smile chilling to the both Cassandra's soul.
"Fat girl show?" Cain asked in puzzlement as the much taller Donna dragged her across the sand, her pudgy legs unable to keep up.
"Fuck not the fat girl show, I thought you were gonna cancel it after Raven cried at it last time," Sandsmark groaned, her buttery hips bumping into the ex assassin at her side hard enough to almost knock the now clumsy Cain to the ground.
"Well last time I didn't think someone would fuck up so badly they'd get fat again in less than a year," Donna lectured her, firm finger flicking her protege's triple chin, "but well, you are quite the disappointment, aren't you Cassie? A big, fat disappointment."
Donna squatted, getting her buff arms around each girl's hefty waistlines and shooting into the air.
Cass had flown before, during the brief time she'd dated Superboy, but then she'd been fit and lean and hadn't wobbled like jello the entire time. Leaving the jungle camp behind, Donna rapidly flew the two piglets towards the main Amazonian settlement. It was a beautiful mix of white crystal spires and marble temples, a perfect blend of ancient mysticism and ultra high technology. As they neared, Cass could see the gorgeous inhabitants. Donna and Diana might be beyond the norms of human attractiveness, but they fit right into Themyscira. Cass couldn't see a woman who was under six feet or lacking a thigh gap, the Amazons proudly displaying bulging athletic muscles and proud, pert busts in tiny short skirts and rarely anything else. As immortals, most of the warrior women could have passed for college freshmen and as devotees to Hera and Aphrodite each of them was cover ready as they went about their day exercising, crafting or debating philosophy.
Which meant that the two grossly obese superheroines stuck out like swollen thumbs even before Donna hovered over a forum full of modelesque warrior women and shouted.
"Sisters, time for a fat girl show!" Donna yelled at the top of her lungs.
Every head turned towards the shouting flying woman, like dogs looking towards a whistle. The moment the Amazon's gorgeous eyes locked onto the two jiggling, near naked fat girls each of them immediately sported a gigantic, ear to ear grin and shouted.
"FAT GIRL SHOW!" the mob shouted, the cry echoing off the buildings.
"See you at the temple of Aphrodite!" Donna yelled, "spread the word!"
By the time Cassie and Cass were dumped on their butts on the marble floor of a temple, hundreds of Amazons had run or flown to the building, packing the open air main space in a chattering, beautiful line of gorgeous warrior mystics. Cassandra blinked, seeing that an immense statue of a naked, impossibly gorgeous woman was reclining in post coital bliss on the altar. Aphrodite had red hair to her ankles, a waist like a wasp, legs that went on forever and breasts like melons, the most perfectly pretty woman she'd ever seen. In comparison the rotund assassin and the pear shaped teen titan were worms.
"W-what's happening?" Cass stammered in confusion, trying to get her weak, clumsy body up right.
"The Amazons are freaking weirdos is what's happening," Sandsmark sighed, not even trying to get up as Amazons hauled up equipment, "they go gaga for fat girls..."
"In a good way?" Cain asked her hopefully.
"...that's a matter of perspective," Sandsmark sighed again as two leggy Amazons grabbed her and pulled her too her swollen feet, "from my perspective...no."
Donna, topless now and wearing just a jet black thong, hovered in the air above the two porcine campers, crackling a long whip, "Ladies and Ladies, Girls and Girls, I present to you the thirty fourth monthly Fat Girl show!"
Cass had just a moment for her eyes to bulge at considering how often heroines must be blimping up only for the crack of the whip to shake her attention.
"So, let's get this show started! On my left, we have Cassandra Cain. The Batgirl, terror of Gotham City's underworld, perhaps the greatest hand to hand human fighter ever born...reduced to a round ball of dough by her own gluttony and sloth. She started out at 105 rock hard pounds, so let's see some bets on what she weighs now!" Donna roared.
The eager Amazons began shouting numbers and holding up signs, a frenzy of numbers that Cass soon lost track of. When they were done, two near naked warrior women grabbed Cassandra by her shoulders and plopped her onto an immense bronze scale. A vicious calliper pinched a plentiful roll of tummy fat, while a long ruler smacked the short girl atop her head. Before she could say a word or even gasp in pain, the archaic device said in a clear, electronic voice, "Height: 5'3. Weight:314 pounds. Body fat content: 51%. BMI: 55.6 dangerously obese."
Cassandra didn't know what to exclaim about first, that she'd lost an inch or gained 20 lbs in three days. She didn't get a chance too as a half dozen near naked beauties holding "314' signs hurried up towards her, shrieking in happiness. Firm hands began pinching and fondling her sagging gut and immense love handles, their strong fingers sinking deep into buttery lard.
"She's so soft! Where are her muscles!?" a ginger Amazon laughed.
"Like butter in the sun!" a black skinned warrior woman teased.
"No, like gelatin, look at her bounce!" an asian Amazon giggled.
"S-stop!" Cass stuttered, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and enjoyment at the teasing and fondling, turned on by the dozen D cup breasts bouncing in her face from the tall women.
"You say she's an elite fighter?" one shouted at Donna.
"Once the very best in the world," Donna grinned down, "back before her little...eating problem."
'but she has no muscle!" the same blonde shouted up, pinching Cass' thick upper arm pillow to demonstrated.
"She tried some drugged pies...and found out she had a gaining fetish!" Donna laughed, every Amazon following her.
The sound of hundreds of perfect women laughing made Cassandra's heart pound, feeling more turned on than she ever had. This felt like a dream come true almost...and then they hoisted her onto a chair. The half dozen young immortals who'd won rights to their prize ran screaming from the room, Cass holding onto the arm rests for dear life as Cassie Sandsmark's chair shouted out '399lbs!"
A short run later and the half dozen Amazons deposited the bewildered redeemed killer into a villa. The group disappeared into rooms with high pitched laughter, returning with baskets of flower petals they threw across the obese assassin's bulk.
"What's going on, please?" the stunned Cass asked.
"You are our Icon of Decadence for the next month!" a gorgeous amazon with red hair to her hips and freckles from her forehead to her navel said with joy, "I am Helena, your humble worshiper and first of this squad!"
"Our Queen of Gluttony, I am Desmoina priestess of this squad!" an Asian amazon with long black curls and breasts big as her head smiled, "I am so happy we have you!"
"I'm...your worshipping me?" Cass asked in confusion as the near naked, muscular female forms paraded around her.
"Of course, how could we not worship such a monument of sloth, gluttony and pure laziness? You are one of the fattest girls we've ever seen!" the ginger Helena smiled, pulling out a necklace with a central ruby the size of Cassandra's fist and sliding it over the stunned assassin's head, "a big ball of decadent lard! ahh, it must have been so enjoyable for you to get that big."
"All of that eating and gorging, all of that ignoring every duty and becoming a fat coward!" Desmoina said, pinching Cass' cheek and putting a crown on her head as the other Amazons laughed.
"I'm...not a coward," Cass gulped.
"Only a coward could let themselves grow too unfit to fight," Helena objected with a grin, "but that is alright, it is in your nature to be a coward perhaps. Here, we shall worship you for it!"
Cassandra had to admit she was a bit intimidated over how much taller and fitter the Amazons were than her. Even with out superpowers, in her current state she had no chance against them if she tried to run...as if she could run.
"Worship me how?" she asked cautiously.
By stuffing you!: Amazons have immense mothering instincts that they never get to indulge in, now every ounce of nurturing is on Cass...and its going to be a very well fed, smothering type of nurturing!
By stuffing ourselves! Amazons are on a strict diet and exercise program that leaves them perfect but without any chance to relax...save for when their squad gets a fat girl to transfer all of their indulgences into! As a half dozen Amazons gorge themselves to their limit for a month, Cass is in for a very fattening time!
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