This choice: They are Gotham citizens • Go Back...Chapter #5Meeting Fred and Carrie by: chaos   “Fred, I think we hit the jackpot,” Carrie giggled as she licked the head of the toy figure. Carrie and Fred were just two normal citizens of the great cesspool that was called Gotham City. They a married couple, both of them huge in both girth and sexual appetite. Carrie was a stripper down at the Heavy Hippo, the best BBW strip club in Gotham. She had long curly blonde hair, a round, pudgy face and big, full lips. She had a pear shaped body with a big set of breasts, but an even bigger ass. She was wearing six X-large pants and they were still strained by her fat ass. She was dressed in torn jeans and a halter top, leaving her enormous, drooping belly sticking out. To Batman she looked disgusting as she held him close to her chubby face.
“Let me get a look at him!” Fred greedily demanded as he snatched the former hero from his wife. Batman was greeted by an even more revolting sight as the fat man breathed, his revolting breath right on him as he stared intensely at him. Fred was a huge man in every way. He might have been handsome if he wasn’t so fat, with his face bloated with multiple chins sticking out. Fred was unemployed, a man of his size and limited education unable to find much work. He had a bigger gut then his wife, a massive blob of fat swinging around from under his strained tank top. He was wearing a pair of shorts that failed to cover most of his fat ass. Like his wife he had a lot of junk in his trunk, but unlike her he didn’t take as well care of his body. He hadn’t bathed in days, giving him a terrible odour that only his wife could love. He was a fat, stinky, perverted man who had every reason in the world to be excited to have Batman in his grasp.
“You probably don’t remember, but you arrested my cousin last month on a breaking and entering. He’s going to spend the next ten years in Blackgate because of you. Only fair that you spend the next ten years making that up to me.”
Batman wanted to scream out that he was not going to let this pig of a man imprison him and that what happened to his cousin was justice. But he couldn’t speak, not that anything he could do would matter. Carrie and Fred had been using and disposing of transformed victims for months without a shred of mercy. The only difference this time was that they were planning to go out of their way to make the hero suffer.
Stuffed into the back pocket of the fat man, Batman was squished between his cushiony backside and wallet. He could feel them moving, the ass wobbling behind him with every step. He tried to figure out a way, but against magic he was completely helpless. But Batman wasn’t afraid, he had gotten out of much worse situations before. He’d find someway to escape or one of his comrades would save him. These two fat perverts couldn’t be worse then the like of Joker or Penguin.
Batman waited, trying to listen to the outside world, but not being able to pick up much. He heard cars honking, traffic and the couple talking about mundane stuff. They never brought up him or their plans, which was fine with Batman, let them forget he even exists. The sound of the street disappeared and Batman could feel Fred moving up the stairs. As he moved his ass shifted beside him and Batman almost retched. He couldn’t stand being this near to the man’s ass. Suddenly, chubby fingers yanked him out and he was staring back at Fred, who was grinning ear from ear at him.
“We’re home bat toy. Me and the misses have so many ideas on how to welcome you to the beginning of your punishment but we figured we’d let you decide.”
If Batman could have gasped in horror he would have. Carrie had stripped down, the fat woman was lying on her bed, legs spread open and her fingers pushing against her soft mounds. Her huge breasts rested on her belly, wobbling as she breathed heavily, aroused by this situation. Fred stroked his cock through his shorts at the sight of his wife before looking at Batman.
“Don’t get too excited, she’d all mine. Your nothing but property, no more important then the bed we’re going to fuck on. Now you have three choices, either you're going to be my wife’s dildo or her butt plug. I know those options don’t sound very good, but I’ll give you one more choice. I like to be extra safe and use a condom sometimes, but I’m fresh out. Do you want to be wrapped around my cock?”
All those things sounded like pure Hell to Batman. Up a snatch, an ass or wrapped around a cock, he wanted none of them. He was going to scream his refusal when it hit him, he was still an action figure, he couldn’t talk at all. Fred was just playing a sick game with him. He had no control over this; Fred would decide his fate.
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