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Chapter #4
...decided a donut or two wouldn't hurt.
by: Unknown
Batman listened to his gut and pulled into the drive-through at Gotham Donuts. He had intended to just order two glazed, but when asked his order heard himself say, "Two dozen - no, make that three dozen custard-filled, please, and a 2-liter cola." He had a hard time looking the clerk in the eye as he paid and quickly drove away. He hadn't even lft the parking lot before he began shovelling the tasty sticky treats into his mouth.
Once he took one bite, he was amazed at how ravenous he felt. He downed donut after donut, washinh them down with soda. His belly swelled even more, and his batshirt rode up exposing his swollen gut. His bat shorts felt incredibly constricting as his ass ballooned even bigger; shifting in his seat, he heard a rip and knew that the seat had just split.
What was also weird was that as soon as Batman had tasted the first donut, he had felt a stirring in his crotch. Halfway throgu hthe first donut, he'd popped a boner which had gotten harder and harder. Now he was finished eating, but his hard-on was still there, pushing up against his engorged stomach. Batman reached down underneath his belly and between his legs, intending to just move his bat penis into a different position. batman...
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