Another few days went by since Barbra’s little inspection in regards to her new pudgy midsection, and those days were spent doing three main things; eating, watching TV, and resting.
Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne’s always loyal butler, walked toward the room Ms. Gordon took in while she heals her broken bones; and upon reaching the door, she could hear Barbra laughing, the shuffling of a pizza box, and to the englishman’s slight disgust, a slightly loud belch.
Putting the noises behind him, he knocked on the door. He heard the TV go mute a second later.
“Yes?” Barbra said from the door.
“It’s me. Ms. Gordon. I just wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner, given that pizza hasn’t filled you.”
“Oh, no I’m starving.” Barbra responded, in a slightly dramatic tone. “But I don’t want to put you through any trouble; think you could order another….er, make it two large pepperoni pizzas.”
A slight look of shock came across the butlers face for two reasons: 1. Ms. Gordon must know how unhealthy this is, what it will do to her later on. And 2. How is she not full yet?
“Err, of course, Ms. Gordon. I’ll be right on it.”
“Thanks.” Barbra replied kindly.
After the englishman walked away, Barbra turned her TV volume back up just in time for the news. She was resting in her queen sized bed that she rarely left while laid up (half because of her leg; the other half simply because of laziness) and was clad in her favorite purple PJs which “ironically” had Bats on them (She grew to have a fondness for the animals; as long as they weren’t half man). Despite just requesting her dinner, she had a bag of chips resting comfortably on her side, her slightly wider side.
All the eating and lazing around continued to add up on her body, mostly in her belly area; which was now poking through her PJs, revealing her snow white skin and tiny innie belly button. Beyond that, her face and cheeks had gotten slightly plumper (not to the point where her cowl would fit uncomfortably tight, but still plumper) and her breasts and butt were ever so slightly expanded. All together, since she was laid up, she must’ve gained at least 25 pounds.
“Man. This is the life.” Barbra moaned as she absent mind-idly stared at the TV, which seemed to be focusing on an annual singing contest, and the current first place contender, a man clad in purple with odd looking goggles and orange, bushy hair. “Yummy food, comfy bed; no school, and the freedom to be lazy without Bruce tiring me out.” She continued shoving more chips in her gaping mouth, resting her hands behind her head giggling.
it was during a commercial when Barbra’s eyes moved down to her slightly protruding stomach. She knew she had put on a few, but she was slightly taken aback by the size of her gut.
“I wish junk food didn’t make you fat.” She said placing a hand on her stomach, beginning to rub it in a small circle, “If that were the case, then I’d be a selfish pig forever.” She continued toe rub her little belly, causing her to giggle over how ticklish her midsection was and oddly enough…how good it felt.
“Then again-“ she thought, “this feels…kinda nice. I mean, my skin is as soft as a babies, minus some cuts and sores from crime fighting, and a layer of chub makes it feel….sooooo goooood.” She hit a sweet spot of pleasure on her belly, now only rubbing in that area as her head fell back on her pillow, slight drool coming from her mouth. She originally intended to work off the weight she was gaining, but now, she thought she could keep a few pounds.
For the next few minutes, she happily played with her belly, rubbing it, shaking it, jiggling it, all making her feel so good; she even began to blush as she lifted her shirt slightly to continue her belly play.
Three more minutes went by, when her playtime was interrupted by…
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