This choice: Robin, Stephanie Brown, Fit and FA • Go Back...Chapter #24Robin, Stephanie Brown, Fit and FA by: Sulla76   A red, green and blonde bolt shot through the sky light Cassandra had already smashed, crashing down onto a heavy set guard Cassandra had knocked over and putting the chunky merc out cold.
"Nobody," a high pitched feminine voice yelled, the kevlar clad vigilante shooting through the air and kicking another fat guard in the head.
"Touches," the attacker continued, R shaped stun batarangs electrocuting another fatty.
"BATGIRL!," Robin roared, an extendable staff knocking legs out from underneath a fourth and final guard.
Selina blinked, taking a moment to realize that this was a different Robin than the black haired boy who'd been wearing the mask when she could see her toes. Bruce tended to go through Robins after all so she didn't bother keeping track, doing so made her feel older especially as at least two had grown up cute, but this one stood out because she was a girl. She was a bit above medium height, in the traditional red and green, extremely blonde and most embarrassingly in shape. Her stomach was flat under her red vest, her strong thighs had a gap between the green tights and her biceps didn't ripple but flex. She seemed somewhat familiar, but Selina wasn't sure how...
Mainly because at that moment, Selina hated her more than absolutely anyone in the world except for Harley.
Catwoman sat up with a grunt and a bunching of fat rolls, seeing that this Robin was fussing over Batgirl. The ponderously chunky martial artist didn't really need help up, but Robin wasn't taking no for an answer. If anything, she was going over the fatter vigilante's rolls and curves with a fine tooth comb!
"Oh God, I'm so sorry that I got here too late! I had to arrest Roxy Rocket and she's big enough getting her off of that rocket was time consuming!" Robin stammered, "Are you okay? Are you hurt! Oh no, you have a bruise right across your butt! Which one of them did it to you baby?"
Batgirl groaned, rising up with unaccustomed stiffness, "I'm fine. Let's just evac.
"You've got a point, we need to get you out of here quick and somewhere safe," Robin said, "I've got a Batmobile parked out front, there's snacks for you in the front seat, as well as for...Selina?"
Selina's green eyes, narrowed, finally recognizing the girl behind the domino mask as Stephanie Brown.
"...Spoiler," Selina said, "you've been promoted."
"...I think of it as more, sponsored than promoted," Stephanie Brown smiled back, "but I'm so glad to see you again!"
Stephanie was one of a lot of Gotham kids who decided to put on a cape and go crime fighting, her motivation being her awful loser of a Riddler rip off father. Most kids on her path chickened out, others got lucky and had a real Bat or Bird or cop scare them straight, the unlucky got killed. Stephanie was one of the exceptions, she wasn't the world's best gymnast like the first Robin, a combat monster like Batgirl had been or a genius like the third one, but even operating as a solo heroine named Spoiler she'd found a nack for solving complex crimes and stubbornly pushing to be the best she could. During her last Mafia Queen phase, Selina had served as a bit of a mentor towards her early on, doing a bit to keep the kid alive, thinking of her as a lost kitten...
Who was now half Selina's size at the slightest.
"I'm sure," the half naked and immense anti heroine groaned, getting stiffly to her feet, her feline grace long lost, "let's just get to the car..."
"We need to get some evidence," Cassandra insisted, trying to keep her destroyed pants up.
"Oh sweety, don't worry about that," Stephanie told her, sweety, patting a once muscular shoulder, "I'll grab that for you, you've done enough today."
"...But...the case...," Batgirl said, almost whining.
"There's some snacks in the car....," Stephanie said, practically dangling them in front of the much fatter girl.
"...Just hurry," Cassandra grumbled, "don't want to have to rescue you..."
"I'm sure I'll be just fine," Stephanie smiled, dashing towards a computer.
To Selina's chagrin, Stephanie caught up to her and Batgirl by the time they reached the car. Getting into the Batmobile wasn't easy given her new clumsiness but she managed to collapsed into the suddenly cramped back seat. She and Bruce had had sex in that seat before, but there was just so much flabby, bulky, squishy Catwoman! Her butt felt immense, her belly enormous and her tits huge, God she wobbled and bounced with every pot hole!
The car shot through alleys, side streets and eventually into a section of hidden, abandoned subway tunnels before winding its way towards an auxillary Batcave located deep under Wayne Tower. Stephanie popped the hood, leaping out almost:
"Oracle, I've got the hostages saved!" the fit blonde beamed.
"Not a hostage," Cassandra grumbled, climbing out with significantly less grace, her prominent belly smacking against the armored side of the car.
"Oh yes you are missy!" an angry female voice yelled, "Cassandra, how many times have I put you on diets? And how many times have you broken them to go pig out instead? Dear God, look at that costume, that's a size sixteen and you absolutely destroyed it! This was it Cassandra, absolutely the last straw! You always worried me sick but now that you can't even take care of yourself? Wait...oh my God are you still eating???"
Selina Kyle had known Barbara Gordon since she was Selina's boyfriend's side kick's annoying girlfriend with frizzy hair and buck teeth. She'd grown into an annoyingly attractive, modelesque crime fighter of her own accord, before being tragically paralyzed in an entirely random attack. Since then, Selina had occasionally done some work for Gordon's new identity as Oracle, one of the best hackers and information brokers in the world. A lot of heroes owed their lives, and a lot of criminals their jail sentences, to Oracle's data, but with maturity had come an increasingly commanding and controlling aspect, especially towards younger heroines under her care.
So when Oracle, absolutely furious wheeled her chair around from the computer screen, Selina's eyes widened to find she was...
Huge and Hypocritical; so enormously fat her wheel chair's wheels barely turn. Selina is unrecognizable and Cass is a joke but Barbara weighs more than both of them put together! Barbara's thighs are so huge they couldn't move even if she wasn't paralyzed, while her gut hangs over her knees and her fingers are so fat she can barely type!
Fit and Furious! the socially isolated Oracle doesn't get out much, meaning few chances for her to eat Happy Co pies. She's still extremely lean and fit, even in her chair!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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