Evening fell on Gotham and the criminals were beginning their usual shenanigans. Batman gazed around at his various monitors and tried to figure out which crimes were currently being dealt with by the police and which were ones he needed to respond to. That was when he spotted a transcription of a 911 call run by on the screen. He furrowed his brow and paused it, reading what it had to say.
"Help... My house is on fire... Need immediate assistance..."
Batman ran the phone number it was from and realized it was nowhere near any available fire stations or engines. He sent the address to the Batmobile and hurried out to it so he could at least try to get anyone out of the house. So, in true Bat-fashion, he zoomed right out of the cave and tore down the desolate road to the highway.
When he arrived at the address he saw something very, very strange. It was a house out toward the edge of the city and matched the address but there was no fire. In fact, there didn't seem to be anything wrong on the entire street. He double checked the address and then walked around the house to see if there were any signs that a fire had been there. Though the only thing he found to be amiss was a trash can lid on the ground out on the side of the house.
"What's going on here..." he muttered to himself.
He went up the front steps to the door and tried the handle. Usually he'd meet resistance and would have to find another way in but this door swung right open. The house was dark but seemed to be in good order. Furniture was basic and there weren't any signs of a struggle so he figured it could have just been a false alarm. Then he felt it.
The floor began to rattle as rumbling thuds echoed through the quiet house. Batman readied himself for a fight and squinted a bit as the light in the room came on suddenly. It took a moment for his eyes to focus and he was astonished by what he saw. A man stood before him in the room, grinning devilishly at him. Of course, what was truly shocking was the man's size. He had to be nearly or even 7 feet tall! He was also immensely fat. His gut, packed into a very tight grey t-shirt, hung down his thighs where it bumped his knees. His moobs were massive and pushed the chest of his shirt out under his big double chin. His arms were lardy but looked very strong. The blubbery encased thighs on the man also seemed to be pretty thick with muscle as well.
"Well, well, well... I thought I'd get a fireman here but I got Batman!" the man rumbled in a deep voice.
The man rumbled over to turn on a lamp in the corner of the room to provide more light. Batman noticed the guy was wearing a huge pair of boxer shorts that were painted onto an ass the size of the moon! The man had to be at least 700 pounds. Maybe more. Though he didn't seem to be in trouble at all...
"What exactly is going on here?" Batman asked, cautiously letting his guard down as he scanned the room.
The man waddled over to Batman and shut the door, locking it. His flab pressed into Batman's body and despite him being a strong, powerful superhero he suddenly felt tiny and weak. The fat man grabbed Batman's shoulders and then slid them down to his waist. Batman's eyes widened as he was lifted up suddenly and turned around, his face inches from the fat man's.
"I'm gonna make you my Batbitch!" the man grinned.
Batman kicked his legs as he tried to free himself but was met only with belly. "What?! What are you talking about!"
"You see, Batbitch, I like my size. I like using my size. So now and then I call up some unwilling fella to come down here and I dominate him however I see fit. Imagine how much fun I could have dominating the city's greatest hero?" the big man grinned.
He rumbled over to the plush couch at the other end of the room and tossed Batman down onto it. He was dazed momentarily when his head hit the armrest and it was just enough for the big man to take a couple big strides over to him. When the stars cleared from Batman's eyes he gasped and yelled out when he saw the massive rear end coming down on him. Then with a muffled THUD Batman was cast into darkness as he was sat on, lost underneath the man's flab.
"Ahhh, yes. Nothing you can do will help you now, Batbitch!" he grinned and laughed.
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