Fatman or The Boy Wonders

Another gem of a story by Cube, a well written love story between two super-heroes, one quickly getting fat, it's like all of my adolescent fantasies in story form. The thought of such a disciplined man having to let go and grow is just... yeah. Read it. Read it now after the jump. And get some cookies while you do -nothing like absent minded snacking to help a belly grow.

FATMAN
or
The Boy Wonders

"Bruce?"

Dick called out the name, hoping that there might finally be an answer.

But as before, there was only silence.

With a sigh, Dick walked on through the halls.

There had been other times when Bruce had been gone for long stretches.

"Business trips" is what Dick had always been instructed to call them -- and after all, any man as rich as Bruce was would be expected to constantly travel to see to his affairs. Still, every time Bruce went out alone for the night and did not return, Dick worried.

And it had been weeks since Bruce left for that routine evening.

Walking into Bruce's study, Dick locked the door and went to the bookshelf.

He smiled as he pushed over the volumes of Agatha Christie novels. Bruce had made such a fuss when Dick had replaced that old copy of "Crime and Punishment" which used to help hide the switches. Lifting a panel under the books, Dick activated the door. With a muffled clicking, the bookshelf slid open to reveal the secret Elevator...

"Finished," Dick sighed aloud. The only response was the humming of the Batcave generators and the squeaking of a few restless bats in the far reaches of the cave. Even Alfred wasn't around to make the dry observations that would have masked his nervousness. The Wayne butler had been called to London on urgent family business. He had only been willing to go after "Masters Bruce and Dick" had spent days reassuring him that his charges could fend for themselves for the months he needed to be away.

Dick had upgraded the computer files, plotted out the patrol route for the night and checked for any possibility for a signal from Bruce.

"C'mon Bruce, you've gotta be out there..."

But as before, Bruce wasn't. Dick blinked trying to ignore the stinging in his eyes.

"You have to be careful" Batman had warned him on that first time that they dressed for patrol together. Bruce had looked haunting in his dark mask, the tights and cape that blended into the dark. Dick felt pretty dangerous himself in his own outfit -- the outfit that turned him into Robin -- youthful sidekick to Batman

Well, that had been several years ago, but ever since Dick had scrupulously followed his mentor's advice.

Much more than Batman did.

How many times had he or Alfred had to haul Batman home and bind up the wounds that criminals had inflicted on his hero's trained body? Then there were the nights that he, Alfred, or both had been woken from a sound sleep as Bruce stood in front of him his costume stained in red. Dick learned the hard way how dig out the bullet, clean the gashes, or set the broken limbs.

Dick knew that the fact that Bruce was his guardian had helped prevent Batman from taking the ultimate life-threatening risks. But Dick was over twenty now and more than able to take care of himself as an independent adult.

So now Batman was set do destroy himself in the line of duty.

And Dick would lose the man he loved.

"Yes, damn it! I love you!" Dick shouted as he slammed the unresponsive communication console, tears now streaking freely down his face. He had never told Bruce how he had felt as there had always been an unwritten rule between them that all they could be was guardian and ward. The two men were close in every other way, but the fear of scandal, loss and overall questions of sexuality had kept Dick from expressing his feelings.

And now Bruce might never know.

"The hell he won't!" Dick muttered as he made up his mind...

Soon Robin was gunning his motorbike as he sped through the dark streets of the city, hot on the trail of Batman.

Robin slipped through the long corridors of the abandoned chemical plant.

It had taken days of searches and disguises, but he was almost there!

He hoped...

Inside a small storage closet, the unconscious form of Batman lay chained on a cot.

"Batman!" A voice whispered anxiously in his ear.

"Nnnnh!" The masked figure mumbled as he began to regain consciousness.

Batman felt his face being slapped. His mind was clearing.

"Robin"

He had never been so glad to see his sidekick as he was now -- suddenly he remembered.

"Get out of here, or they'll get you too!"

"You've been missing for almost a month!"

"Just go!"

"Not without you!"

"Please!" Batman insisted.

It was clear that he didn't care if he died or not. This was too much for Robin...

"Mmmmppph!" Batman suddenly found himself in a rugged embrace, his mouth being covered by that of his sidekick. Against his better judgment, Batman put his arms around Robin and returned the hug.

"I said I won't leave without you!"

The sound of footsteps echoed from outside.

"Then hide! Don't move!" Batman said, his mind whirling from what had just happened.

Robin had just managed to hide when six burly men entered the room, followed by the maniacally laughing Joker.

"Ready for your treatment Bats?"

Batman kept silent.

"Oh come on, Mr. Needle WANTS you..." The Joker pulled out a filled hypodermic "...after all, you two pricks are PERFECT together!" The Joker lost himself in insane giggling.

Batman sagged limply as the thugs held him forward while the Joker pushed aside his cape and poured alcohol on his backside...

From his hiding place, Robin got ready to move out

"Can't give you an infection now Bats can we? OK, One, two, three...

WHOOP!" The Joker jabbed in the needle.

Batman grunted.

And Robin froze in shock.

He saw a look in Batman's eyes that kept him in place. He understood why Batman had him stay put.

Batman NEEDED that injection.

He was hooked!

Soon Batman was lying on his cot again, the roaring, laughter of the Joker fading away.

"We've got to get out!" Robin's whispered as he stepped out of hiding.

"I - I can't!" Batman groaned, "I need that fix!"

"You're better than that!"

"Maybe a month ago I was, but all I think about is that injection and how I feel after it -- Oooooooh!!!" Batman gasped as the drug kicked in. His despair was now replaced by the warm happy sensation he felt...

And there was Robin in front of him.

A man who had kissed him!

Batman looked at Robin's mouth.

He traced it with a gloved finger.

"Don't be so sad..." He murmured.

Taking his partner's face in his hands, Batman pulled it forward to his own...

Robin's mind was racing with thoughts of rescue, battle, and rehabilitating Batman.

The lips touched.

Robin's mental race came to a screeching halt.

Taking off a glove, Batman feverishly opened his rescuer's tunic and rested a hand on his hard pecs.

Robin slipped his hands under the Batman's dark shorts and squeezed a small round buttock.

Utility belts dropped to the floor.

Shorts and tights were pulled off and left around their ankles...

Two nude forms crumpled to the floor, locked in each others arms.

Robin gently got up from the floor where Batman still lay in a doze. He shivered slightly as the chill of the store-room met the bare skin that had just been warmed by Batman's embrace He looked at the prone body of his partner. How many years had he wanted to run into Bruce's room and be held his mentor's arms. How often had he seen Batman standing before his bed, summoning him to duty and had to fight the urge to say "Gotham can wait -- I can't!"? If it hadn't been for the danger they were presently in, Robin might have been depressed by the waste of time that they could have been together as more than guardian and ward, hero and sidekick.

But he had better things to think about...

"Why don't we off him boss?"

"Yeah, why are we keeping the Batman here?"

"What if he gets away?"

The Joker smiled with poisonous sweetness as he heard the same henchmen ask the same questions. But it didn't matter -- he loved hearing himself describe his magnificent plan.

"Boys, boys," He chuckled, "I want Batman to be humiliated first. He's a junkie now, a masked junkie. And softie as I am, what could happen to him without his "little friends" here," the Joker chortled and patted a box filled with ampoules and syringes, "tempts me to turn him out here and now..."

Only a few feet away, Robin hid himself, listened and thought.

He had to get that box. Batman would probably do anything to get his fix and if Robin had the only source...

"Robin!"

"Yeah!"

"I've got to have it NOW!"

The young man stopped in disbelief as he turned to from the Batmobile. The Joker was hot on their trail and Batman had to have a fix!

And how could he help Batman's addiction?

"MY BOX! MY BOX!!!" The shriek of the Joker echoed through the passages.

Robin heard voices yelling, footsteps pounding and the Joker screaming louder and louder.

Steadying himself, Robin grabbed an ampoule from the bulky package he held...

Batman sat slumped in the Batmobile, his mind a blur from the latest dose.

Robin floored the pedal ramming through the Joker and his men, tossing the half full syringe out of the window...

"OUCH!" The Joker clutched his hand.

"Oh no! NO!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He dangled a hand that had been stabbed through by the flying needle. The villain knew that the drug was already running into his blood. He knew that he would already have to have more.

Or else...

The laughter that emerged from his mouth curdled the blood of his own men.

Seeing their stunned faces the Joker kept laughing louder and louder until the drug kicked in and he collapsed...

"PLEASE DICK! I'VE GOTTA HAVE SOME PLEASE! -- DAMN YOU!!!"

Bruce pleaded as Dick pushed him back to the bed. They had been locked in a battle of wills for days. Bruce begging, threatening and searching for a fix. Dick held his ground grimly, grateful that the drug had weakened Bruce enough to keep him from becoming dangerous as he withdrew.

Dick had kept the box of drugs, hiding them carefully. Any other time he might have been proud that the man who was Batman could not deduce where the box had been hidden, but right now ego would have to wait....

"YAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

Dick jumped and looked towards Bruce. The man was thrashing in his bed now, sweating and yelling incoherently at the top of his lungs.

It took a while, but soon Bruce had calmed to a mildly manic state and was crying for a dose.

"I'll give you anything else Bruce, but not that!"

Some more demanding and rebuffs followed until a rumbling in Bruce's stomach made him shudder.

"Food -- eat -- something," Bruce whispered savagely.

"Munchies?"

"Yeah -- get me anything!"

Soon Dick watched as Bruce sat hunched over a tray of sandwiches, tearing away at them...

Dick watched with concern as Bruce tossed uncomfortably in his sleep. He had just gone to sleep after a thorough bout of munchies, taking in more food than Dick had ever though him capable of, so it might very well be that Bruce was just sleeping off indigestion. Still, even though Bruce had finally taken hold of himself, there were still moments when his inner cravings just burst out and turned him once again into a desperate man. These happened most often at night. As a result Dick kept watch, providing food and support, fighting off sleep and resisting the longing to climb into bed and comfort Bruce more personally.

5:00 AM, the clock on the night table shined the numbers as if taunting Dick to close his eyes.

"Hell!" Dick thought "I've been up longer lots of nights!"

But those nights had never been so consecutive...

Slowly Dicks eyes drooped...

"UhhhnnnUhhhnnnnnOooooohhhh!" Dick moaned with pleasure as he felt the results of a wonderful dream involving Bruce, Superman and the Green-Lantern's power ring. He gave into the pressure of his crotch.

"MMnhhhh!Mnnnhh!"

Dick opened one eye. That wasn't HIS moan of pleasure!

Looking down he saw a mop of tousled hair and saw the broad shoulders resting against his legs as a firm mouth took in the surging of his cock.

"Oh Bruce!" Dick whispered happily.

Dick felt the warmth of satisfaction as Bruce looked up at him and smiled.

Dick placed a finger on the corner of the other man's lips, touching a bit of the come that streaked the corners of his mouth.

"Come into bed, chum" Bruce said as he stood, pulling Dick up with him...

Bruce stirred dreamily in his sleep, his unshaven face scratching and tickling against Dick's chest. Dick was awake and smiling with pride and relief at the man alongside him. It had been a few weeks since he had had to bring home the wreck that had been Batman, and now they had just spent their first night of sound sleep -- no nightmares, cravings or anything unusual.

Well, perhaps the sex the two men were enjoying constantly might be unusual, but it was a very welcome development!

Dick stroked his hand along Bruce's torso. The time under addiction had caused Bruce to lose some tone, and the sculpted middle was now padded with a fleshy pot-belly. Dick pressed a finger gently into the navel and watched it sink down into the yielding gut.

It was crazy, but he liked holding and cuddling up to that paunch! Dick felt himself stiffen as he remembered how just before they slept, Bruce pressed on top of him with that softened middle, rocking with pleasure as Dick nibbled and sucked at his still powerful pecks.

"Nice," Dick though as he felt the softness of Bruce's waist, "but he'll have to get rid of it..."

Suddenly, the bedroom door softly opened. A tray entered the room followed by the Alfred's silent presence.

"'Morning," Dick mouthed silently and put a finger to his lip.

Without permitting a single expression to flit across his face, Alfred quietly placed the tray by the bedside and uncovered the second cup that all butlers keep prepared just in case of surprise company.

As Alfred left, Dick slipped out of bed and followed the butler into the hall...

"I ought to say, it is not what you're thinking, but I can't." Dick said, scanning the Alfred's face. But for all their training in understanding human reactions, Alfred was one of the few people who could stay unreadable under the gazes of Bruce and Dick.

"Come to the kitchen Master Dick and we shall have a talk."

"...and thats when you found us..."

Dick sat at the table as Alfred sipped at his breakfast tea thinking upon what he had been told.

"I should have remained here," the butler said as he set down his cup.

"It would have happened anyway. Bruce has wanted me for a long time too."

"No, not that. I mean, you shouldn't have to have gone through all that on your own."

"You had family to deal with."

"And you two are not my family?" Alfred permitted an eyebrow to rise.

"Well, he's better Alfred, but he will still need the both of us to get back on his feet."

"We shall have our work cut out for us -- especially you Master Dick."

"I know that."

"You are no longer the innocent young lad that needed protecting and care."

"I haven't been that for a while"

"I know that and so does Master Bruce, but I think that becoming his lover is going to force you to make some very hard decisions."

"I haven't even thought about a future with Bruce just yet. How could I with all this?"

"True, but I can assure you, Master Dick, that you are going to have to look far ahead. Things you took as a matter of course may turn out very differently."

"You're right, I know that."

"Master Dick?"

"Yes, Alfred?".

"Master Bruce couldn't chosen a better person.

With a surprised laugh, Dick hugged his old friend.

"Jeez, can you look at that?"

Dick sat forward and looked at Bruce. He was standing in front of a mirror, trying to button his shirt. The munchies had taken their toll, pushing out the muscular broad chest with a layer of fat and swelling out Bruce's middle far past the capacities of any of his carefully tailored shirts. Very few of the buttons were able to lay flat under the strain of the bulk they had never meant to cover.

Strangely enough, Dick felt himself get rather stiff at the sight of it.

Why, if he had spent years imagining Bruce's sculpted Adonis-like body all over him, was he even hornier for the more Bacchus-like figure before him?

"Bruce, why don't you use the new clothes that Alfred ordered for you?"

"I will, but I just had to see how much damage I had done."

Bruce then pulled on his trousers. Pulling at the top of his fly, Bruce sucked in hard to get the ends to close.

Dick also inhaled sharply.

The legs of the trousers went smooth as they filled out with the meaty upper legs, pulling out at every pleat and fold that had once bagged loosely. Up above, the colors of Bruce's briefs showed out defiantly through the open fly, covering the sizable cock that had no other place to go but forward from in between his plump thighs. Up a little further, Bruce's gut pushed out between the shirt tales forming a full roll over the pants.

Dick got out of bed and walked to Bruce, his rigid penis bobbing along with each step. Standing behind him, Dick looked in the mirror and placed his hands on top of Bruce's softened middle.

"I'm running to fat, chum." Bruce said with a smile, enjoying the pressure at his backside.

"A little out of shape, maybe getting chubby," Dick countered rubbing himself harder against the other man's back.

"No -- Fat. Feel this belly!" Bruce made Dick's hand squeeze his paunch and jiggle it a bit.

"Fat?" Dick breathed softly against Bruce's ear and began to shake his middle until it snapped a button.

Quickly Bruce spun around and clamped his mouth over Dick's falling with him to the carpeted floor as they feverishly pulled the binding clothing off...

Bruce walked amongst the crowds of guests at the Reception Hall. The Wayne Foundation was supporting a new anti-famine drive and Bruce was now beginning to wonder if it was perhaps the most sensible place to make his first public appearance since his "Ski Accident in Europe." Everyone had noticed that his figure was -- well -- not as dashing as it usually was and a few jerks had pointed out how he was becoming the perfect representative of the Anti-Famine movement...

"Ya got the stuff?"

"All that the boss is askin' for," a thug nodded at the loaded cart he was wheeling.

"Then bring it in."

Ever since the escape of Batman and Robin, the Joker had been acting even madder than usual. His laughter as they drove away became a nonstop sound in the hideout, only getting louder when the Joker used the up very few drugs that had not been taken by Robin.

Then the laughter stopped -- and the demands for food began.

Soon almost all the Joker's Henchmen were gone -- there were no heists being planned, no schemes for cash being organized. All that remained were two clods who had no imagination or ability to think of trying for anything else.

The cart was wheeled in and left by a massive figure that sat quietly.

The Joker reached out a fat thickened hand, pulling out a box of doughnuts and began to eat, a tear rolling down his chalk-white face as he munched and looked at the shining white flesh that just kept getting bigger and bigger.

The moment the last of the drug had left his veins, the Joker had gone into violent withdrawal. He locked himself into his room and watched himself sink into levels of lunacy that even HE never thought were possible. Even now, his throat was tender from the laughing and giggling that he thought might rip out his vitals. But somehow he got through it.

Only to feel the hunger.

It had been a small pang in his middle that wasn't too hard to ignore., but he knew that unless he had more of the drugs he would just get hungrier.

And fatter.

It had been with a fascination that the Joker watched his violently colored suits push out as his sticklike figure began to get fleshier. Nothing else seemed to matter -- money, revenge -- no, nothing at all.

Just the growth of his figure as his body accepted food for the hunger that wasn't really there.

The Joker never bothered to fight it. He simply ate away and watched his buttons snap off and his clothing tear to shreds.

The Joker's shirt opened out as his flat chest filled and blossomed into huge nippled tits. His twig thin legs thickened and made the trousers he still put on look like odd tights or striped sausages. The ass that had been painfully small rounded and rose out of the back of his pants and underwear until they simply rode above, exposed to the world. Arms that had been slight but muscular grew heavy and hamlike.

The source of the Jokers mad hunger, his gut, swelled into existence like a flat mass of warm dough that finally took on yeast. Within days, he had to leave his shirts open to accommodate the dome of fat. Soon it rose down and over his trousers, flooding his hips and sagging lower and lower on his growing body.

Now he was turning into mountain of mime-white blubber with green hair and a constantly feeding blood red mouth.

"Fat clowns ought to be jolly..." he sniffed and let fly with a loud belch.

Patting his tremendous gut with his chubby hand, the Joker thought the one thought that would keep him going -- even if he got so fat that he'd be immobile, so fat that he'd out grow the room and see his belly break through the wall that it was already inching towards:

Batman wouldn't be very far behind.

And better still, Batman had no idea what he would be in for...

"Fatman, I mean," he burbled, his thick lips buried under a mass of pastry...

The Anti-Famine speeches went on and on.

Seated close to the speaker, Bruce sneaked a look at his watch.

10:15 AM.

It wasn't so long after breakfast, but Bruce was already feeling a bit hungry.

A grumbling noise echoed out.

Everyone looked around -- some wondering, others giggling.

Bruce glanced about as if puzzled too.

And hoped no one knew that his stomach had growled.

Maybe if he had some fresh air...

As the next speaker was introduced, Bruce quickly slipped out through the nearest door...

And entered the kitchen...

"Bruce? Where have you been? You're being introduced!" A Wayne Foundation associate whispered urgently as he found Bruce standing by the kitchen door, wiping his mouth.

Bruce smiled amiably, his belly feeling comfortably full, if a bit snug at the belt -- a result of his having a spree in the hall kitchens --, and proceeded to the podium.

Upon reaching the podium, Bruce waited for the applause to die down and opened his mouth to speak.

"BUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!"

Bruce turned bright red as a crashing belch leaped from his mouth and roared across the hall. Thinking quickly, even as his embarrassment grew, Bruce waited for the wild laughter of the guests to subside and continued:

"And that should be the result of this Anti-Famine drive!"

Reporters and attendees laughed delightedly and gave Bruce a standing ovation...

Bruce squeezed under the wheel of his sports car.

"It'll have to be major workout time at the Batcave."

Even as Bruce thought this he smelled the odor of ribs wafting from a restaurant.

Five minutes later Bruce was driving along, one hand guiding the spicy tangy ribs to his mouth from one of the three bags of them he had purchased.

"Welcome back Master Bruce."

"Thanks Alfred. Is lunch ready?"

"I thought you had luncheon at the Foundation drive Sir?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't much" Bruce said hurriedly.

"I'm getting Master Dick's lunch in a few moments sir. I'll just set it up for two."

"Great. Where is Dick?"

Dick splashed in the pool, completing his daily set of laps. As he stood, toweling off in the sunlight, two arms grabbed him from behind.

"Careful bud -- I'm packin' a Rod!" A voice grunted into his ear.

"So am I!" Dick growled back, pulling one of the hands onto the cock that was threatening to snap out of his speedos.

He turned and kissed Bruce tenderly.

"How did the Drive go?"

"I kept thinking of you all the time I was there, chum."

"Romantic, aren't you?"

"I'll show you how romantic I can get!"

Bruce pulled off his suit-jacket and Dick noticed that Bruce seemed -- well -- fuller in the middle. He noted how Bruce was now tugging at a belt that was at the last hole -- a few notches past where it had been in the morning.

"I'll do that," Dick whispered as he undid the shirt, kissing Bruce's middle and chest as he opened each button. Bruce was happily caressing Dick, never noticing the slight frown of curiosity that flitted over Dick's face as he took in the slowly fading ridge in Bruce's gut where the steering wheel of his car had rubbed hard. Every touch and kiss of Dick aroused him as he discovered the new increase in Bruce's belly size.

"There you go" Dick said, as he tossed aside the shirt, quickly noting the small streaks and smudges that stained it.

Bruce must have stopped at every fast-food place he could as he drove home!

And he was definitely fatter!

Slowly Dick lowered his head. Bruce softly sighed as his partner's lips traced along the underside of the belly that was now free of all restraints.

He shuddered in pleasure as sensual fingers ran against his thick inner thighs. "Yes! Yes!!!" he repeated as an eager tongue licked the top of his trembling, stiff penis.

Shifting forward, Bruce shifted onto Dick so that he covered the man who eagerly mouthed his erection, his own mouth now hovering above the taut mound of speedo crotch that was now wet more by Dick's pre-come than by the pool water. Bruce began to suck at it, cloth and all.

"Press on me Bruce, all your weight!"

As Bruce relaxed and let his belly push onto Dick, he was delighted and aroused at the sight of Dick's erection popping out around the cloth of the swim brief. For a moment it stood right in front of Bruce's face, before being taken in his mouth...

At a discreet distance, Alfred waited with the laden luncheon cart. He heard the cries of pleasure, the groans of release.

He smiled at the pleasure and happiness that it symbolized.

But he was already bracing for the storms that would eventually break.

Sounds of splashing signaled to Alfred that it was time to get the lunch down to the pool, while the men were discretely immersed.

"Let's eat!"

"Just another moment," Dick said as he relaxed against the wet tufts of Bruce's chest. They were soaking in the pool, in a sun warmed embrace.

Bruce's gut rumbled.

"Please Dick..."

The two men were soon next to the lunch cart. At Dick's insistence, Bruce lay his head in Dicks lap.

It seemed a very romantic meal as Dick fed his partner -- and Dick did enjoy it.

He knew that every spoon and forkful was helping to make Bruce's pot belly bigger and rounder than ever.

"Lets go, chum!"

The Batmobile streaked through the streets of Gotham, in hot pursuit of a getaway car. Inside the Batmobile, Robin furtively looked at his partner's tight pecs and sculpted muddle. He licked his lips as watched the muscular thighs ripple as Batman shifted his foot pressure on the accelerator.

Batman turned and looked at Robin. Robin smiled at him, but the stony face that Batman returned sent a chill down the young man's spine. It was the same intense, driven look that Batman always had when he was ready to hurl himself into the role of avenger without a thought of danger.

Not now after all that they discovered!

The crook's car skidded into a blind alley and with a screech the Batmobile slammed to a halt. Before Robin could say a word, Batman jumped out and ran towards the trapped crooks.

Guns began to blaze in the dark as they shot off their rounds.

"NO!" Robin yelled, racing after his partner.

Batman staggered, but kept running.

Right behind, Robin heard the Joker's hysterical laughter.

A hypodermic crunched under his shoe.

Looking ahead, he was stunned to see the Joker rapidly firing what looked like a large cannon at Batman. Batman's mouth was open as he caught the flying projectiles and swallowed them down.

"Eat Bats! Eat it all!"

The missiles seemed to fly in slow motion and Robin could make out hot-dogs, filet-mignon, ribs, hamburgers and more. All of it landed in Batman's mouth and ran down his throat.

The tiny waist was rounding over the utility belt.

"Eat Bats..."

Little snapping sounds roared through the alley as thread gave way on Batman's costume.

"Eat..."

The lines of the middle swelled into a silky-haired belly which pushed up and out, lifting the shirt higher until it caught the yellow Bat-insignia pushing it into a mass of wrinkles.

Batman kept swallowing...

With a pop, Batman's shorts gave way, leaving him clad in his tights for just a moment before they too split apart.

Robin tried rushing forward, but he fell, pulled forward by the length and weight of his tremendous erection. Getting up, he grabbed it like a bat and held it upright, trying to ignore the throbbing and twitching that increased with every step he took towards Batman.

Batman looked odd with the double chin that filled out the bottom of his cowl, but he was now dressed again in a tuxedo that could barely fit his bulky figure. His navel pushed out from the shirtfront, right below a small pin that read -- "INSERT HERE!"

Robin's penis leaped out of his hands and hovered ahead of him, leading him closer to that navel. He looked down and saw that he was also in a tuxedo that was richly embroidered around the fly with the words "OFFICIAL LIFE-LINE."

Batman grabbed the head of Robin's cock and pushed it into his navel.

Almost automatically, Robin felt himself coming and with every surge Batman seemed to grow even fatter.

"Will you, FATMAN, take this youthful ward as your loving consort?"

The Joker and Commissioner Gordon were looking over their comic books and reciting a sort of marriage service.

Fatm - well - BATMAN smiled sweetly and belched a "Yes" that flooded the air with bubbles.

"And you, Boy Wonder, do you take this filthy rich man who likes running around town at all hours and in all conditions, for thinner or fatter?

Especially now that you're helping turn him into a fat whale?"

Robin looked at Batman, only to see a huge wall of belly only interrupted by the navel that he was plugged into.

As Alfred began to play the "Too Fat Polka" on the xylophone, Robin said "yes."

Suddenly the wall of belly threatened to engulf everyone. Robin stepped back, his penis falling limply before him.

"Help me! Robin...."

Batman began to deflate like a balloon, whizzing around the street.

"I'll catch you darling!" Robin yelled as he ran after his flying shrinking love.

"I'll bring him down," the Joker yelled as he pulled out a rifle and fired.

With a loud POP, Batman burst and vanished, leaving only his cowl to drift to the ground.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Robin yelled and began to weep.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Dick heard his own cry as he opened his eyes. He felt Alfred's hands gently shaking him awake.

"Master Dick! It's just a bad dream."

Dick covered his face and breathed in deeply.

Then he noticed the empty place in the bed.

"Where's Bruce?"

"That's what I really came to see you about Master Dick. He is in the Cave and seems very distressed. I'm just lucky that I came in time to pull you out of your upsetting sleep. Please hurry and see what you can do."

Bruce was sitting in his chair. He was in his Batman costume -- or almost in it. His legs were splayed apart to let the large belly he had grown rest forward more easily. His large tits pressed out the part of the shirt he could fit over his plump chest, weirdly stretching out the Bat-insignia in front. In one hand Bruce held a chicken drumstick and in the other, the utility belt that been outgrown several massive meals ago.

"I'm FAT!"

Saying this, Bruce took a savage bite of the chicken.

"And I'm gonna get FATTER won't I?"

Dick gently took the chicken bone out of Bruce's hand and placed a hand tenderly on the other man's doubling chin.

"Let's get to bed for now lover and we'll talk this out tomorrow."

"We've been trying to ignore it haven't we?"

"Yes, but we now know and we'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll have a lot to think about."

Bruce slapped at the round belly and watched it jiggle.

"How can you want me, getting so fat?"

Dick's tiredness and dream got the better of him.

"I love you fatter!"

Bruce stared at him.

As they went, arm in arm, back to their room, Bruce wondered at Dick's answer.

Dick was turned on by his fattening figure?

Bruce recalled the wonderful way Dick made him feel as he kissed the sensitive parts of his gut.

If he WAS getting uncontrollably fatter, Bruce did feel some comfort to know that not only would Dick be there for him, but that Dick also found his swelling gut sexy.

For deny it as Bruce might...

He LIKED how Dick was admiring and enjoying his increasing blubber!

"...SEVENTY-NINE...

Bruce grunted as he sat up trying to reach beyond the paunch toward his toes.

"...EIGHTY!!!"

Bruce lay back, sweat drenching his chubby frame.

"Great Bruce! Why don't you rest for a moment?"

"Great chum!" Want to help relax me?" Bruce looked up at Dick and grinned wickedly as he saw how the young man's workout shorts pushed out. No further urging was needed as Bruce closed his eyes dreamily and felt Dick pull down his sweat pants.

He had been doing these workouts long enough to know how much the sight of him working out his big-bellied frame was turning Dick on. Dick had even creamed his pants as he helped Bruce carry out certain exercises.

How would it have been if his partner hadn't been in love with him -- or if when Dick had gotten older, Bruce hadn't found himself falling for him?

Dick would have helped him out -- that much no one would deny. But it would have been a very different experience altogether.

Bruce chuckled slightly as Dick tickled a sensitive spot.

Definitely a different experience.

And how about his bloating up? Had Dick not been there, treating him as a sex-object as he got fatter, Bruce shuddered to think how he would have coped, feeling and watching the pounds that swelled out the powerful build he had been so proud of. In his secret heart, Bruce enjoyed the sensuality and breaking of self-disciplines that growing fat had represented.

Could he be happy letting go and enjoying himself with Dick always by his side?

Yes.

But he had a duty and a mission as Batman...

"But...not......at.........the............moment!" Bruce gasped as he and Dick were rewarded for their efforts to "relax."

The two men lay quietly, getting ready for the next session of exercises.

A pain ran through Bruce's gut like a sword, forcing him to double up.

Quickly Dick took a bottle out of his pocket and gave Bruce two pills of a powerful hunger suppressant. Bruce's will was strong enough to let him ignore the hunger for a while, but until he ate something, the pangs would keep coming back harder and harder as if demanding him to stuff his belly OR ELSE! The pills helped reduce that tearing sensation in his vitals to something bearable.

Bruce still ate heavily at times.

But now that he could control it, hopefully Bruce could work himself back towards the athletic figure that he needed as Batman.

"Bruce! Alfred! Look at this!" Dick called as he raised the volume on the TV.

"The Gotham Police didn't quite believe it when two men came to the 89th Precinct, claiming to be working for the Joker. But when they finally followed the men to the place they claimed was his hideout, they found a surprising sight..."

The men were fascinated as they watched the screen image policemen and firemen breaking through a brick wall. It crumbled and finally fell forward creating a large gaping hole. The news-camera zoomed through the opening.

Collectively, Bruce, Dick and Alfred let out a gasp.

A chalk-white mass seemed to fill the room

A mass with stubby arms and a bump at the top which had fluorescent-green hair, wild eyes and thick red lips that kept opening and moaning in a low wail:

"FOOD, PLEASE I NEED FOOOOD!"

"The thugs said that the Joker has just spent the past few months having them buy him carloads of food and experts estimate that the Joker now weighs well over two thousand pounds..."

The three men remained fixed at the television as they watched the rescue operation. A Bulldozer with a mattress attached to it gently pushed the greased blubbery figure of the Joker onto a padded flatbed, that a straining crane lifted onto a truck. The moment that the final weight of the Joker rested in the vehicle it began to groan and bend under the pressure of his flab.

Eventually, the Jokers was shifted until the truck was stabilized and could cope with its load, but before he drove off, the Joker gave a fat-deepened howl of laughter and shouted at the camera.

"Well, FATMAN are you having as much FUN as I am? I know you MUST be a hungry hero now and I love knowing that you're going from BAT to PIG!!!"

The reporter's voice returned, "If what the Joker says is true, this could explain the long absence of that vigilante known as Batman. Could he have turned into FATMAN? If not, what has happened to --"

Dick switched off the TV and looked towards the chair where Bruce had been sitting.

It was empty.

Dick and Alfred looked at each other.

And rushed to the kitchen.

"Why bother?" Bruce said to himself as he loaded another spoon of ice-cream in his mouth, "I'm gonna get as huge as the Joker anyway!"

"Bruce!"

"Master Bruce"

Bruce ignored the pleading voices behind him and crammed more into his mouth.

He could feel his belly pressing out larger and rubbing against the table...

Another spoonful...

Bruce was sure that his ass would begin to overhang the chair at any moment...

"Please Bruce..." A comforting hand rested on his shoulder.

Bruce shrugged it off roughly, frowning as he heard the spoon scraping the bottom of the container.

Dick and Alfred looked on sadly as Bruce got up and lumbered to the freezer and brought back another frozen box.

He imagined his thighs swelling up like sponges as he worked through the new batch...

"What a horrible night," Dick thought as he woke up. It had taken hours of pleading and cajoling, threats and declarations of love before Bruce finally left the kitchen -- although, not before he had undone all the effort they had put into his workouts. Bruce's belly now assimilated everything he took in and stored it as fat so when he stood up from the carton littered table, Dick was shaken to see that Bruce's gut was larger than ever, hanging out from the burst open front of his shirt and drooping over thighs that were rubbing firmly together in the overstrained shorts.

At another time Dick would have been aroused by it. But the distress of his lover overrode all considerations.

"Master Dick...." Alfred whispered and motioned his head to the toward the door.

"It's the Bat-Phone," Alfred said as soon as Dick was out of the bedroom, "Commissioner Gordon is concerned over that news item of last night. Its made it to all the papers and is threatening to become national news."

"And he wants Batman to appear and reassure everyone."

Alfred nodded.

"Perhaps I should put on the Batman costume and go there. It's worked before."

"Yes, but Master Dick, what would Master Bruce's reaction be? Its not quite the same as the other times."

"I think Bruce ought to go, but how? He's gotten fatter than ever and it'll take ages before he'll ever get close to his old figure."

"Master Dick, I think he may never see his old figure. But you are right, Master Bruce must be Batman..."

"It's all a matter of proportioning and reinforcing, Master Bruce."

"We'll see, Alfred" Bruce said dubiously as Dick helped push him into the tight, reinforced body-stocking.

"It helps." Bruce admitted, looking in a mirror. The bouncy abundant flesh was still there, but the ribbed fabric seemed to make it sleeker and less unwieldy.

"Now lets get you into this," Dick said.

"A corset?" Bruce asked, sighing as Alfred and Dick placed it around his lower body.

"One -- two -- PULL!!!" Bruce grabbed onto a post for support while Dick and Alfred pulled the cords with all their force. The laces tightened and began to pull the reinforced fabric around Bruce's waist. His fat and fleshy torso compacted as far as the two men could possibly squeeze it. Quickly they fastened the binding.

Critically they checked Bruce out.

"You might get away with it, Bruce but you still don't look right in the Batman gear."

"I know. Too much here still," Bruce thumps his firmly encased middle.

Alfred and Dick looked at him thoughtfully.

"I know!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up. Quickly he rushed through the Batcave and into the elevator...

Minutes late Alfred returns, lugging a furry mass of plastic and cloth.

"Alfred what are you doing with that old King-Kong costume?"

"I had almost forgotten about this, Sir. I had it put in mothballs after that Halloween party," Alfred said as he grabbed a pair of shears and began cutting at the upper part. I should have gotten rid of it, but I am glad I didn't."

"Phew! Mothballs is right!" Dick wrinkled his nose.

Soon the large furry chest section was cut free from the rest of the fabric.

Alfred held it up, tailor-fashion over Bruce's chest.

"Now do what you think, Sirs?"

They looked at the large chest that pushed out with its rigid larger than life pecs. The dimensions were big enough to make the bound gut and secured hips and thighs look significantly smaller.

"You'll just look more imposing I think."

"Blockier not fatter..." Dick agreed.

"You know Alfred, I don't know what we'd do without you!"

"All in a days work, Master Bruce," Alfred beamed.

The Batmobile raced along the road to Gotham City. Batman was at the wheel, looking imposing if a bit restricted in some movements -- but that was expected with the tight confines of the car.

"I never appreciated the Tilt-a-Wheel feature before..." Batman thought as he handled the raised steering wheel with ease.

Soon they were close to the Gotham Police Plaza Building...

"You checked the cables?"

"Yes Robin, the grips and snagging lines too"

The two men looked down at the crowd that had gathered in the plaza in front of Police Headquarters. It was swarming with journalists, cameramen, broadcast crews.

"Good luck, Batman," Robin squeezed his partners hand.

Batman turned and smiled. "I want to kiss you now, but I guess we'd better wait."

They held hands for a moment quietly.

"Here goes!"

With a joined report, two projectile pistols shot out above the crowd, sending lines which hooked onto a nearby building. Soon both men were soaring across the crowded park, swinging down to land next to Commissioner Gordon.

The next few minutes went off like clockwork. The crowd applauded their arrival and reporters, clearly disappointed to see a seemingly fat-free Batman, resorted to their usual questions and comments of the Batman/vigilante/"lunatic in tights" category.

Then just as everything was about to break up...

An armored truck, driverless, smashed through the police barricades blocking the Police Plaza. and headed towards the crowd, aimed to where Batman and Robin were standing.

Without thinking, Batman raced forward until he was close to the vehicle.

He lobbed a few explosive charges in front of the truck, sending it veering to one side away from the mass of people. Grabbing his projectile pistol, Batman hurried towards a massive steel lamp-post. He quickly attached one end of a cable to the base of the post and fired the gun, smashing a grappling hook and the other end of the cable through the grille of the truck. Smoke began pouring out, but the truck continued on, following the running Batman...

The cable lost slack...

The truck spun wildly against the pull of the line, and turned over inches away from Batman.

Papers fell out of the smashed window of the cab and fluttered at his feet.

Breathing hard from the surprise exertion, Batman remained motionless for a moment, looking down at the scraps as a wind started to push them along.

JANUS JEWELRY HOUSE...

A hauling sheet? Was that the company the truck was supposed to be sent to, before it was sent hurtling through the Plaza?

Batman tried to bend down to pick a sheet up, but threatening popping sounds forced him to stand upright again, his mind on more urgently personal matters.

Robin stood by looking at him anxiously.

"Lets -- get -- out of here!" Batman gasped as he shot off another projectile line and hauled himself into the air.

"Pant - Pant - Pant..." Batman sat back in the Batmobile while Robin Drove.

Only now was he beginning to get his breath back and in truth, the bindings around his middle were no help. Pulling up his shirt, Batman reached back as well as he could and undid the knot of his corset.

"You were amazing out there!" Robin said in admiration.

"Not bad for FATMAN, eh chum? Ooooooh! That is MUCH better" Batman smiled in relief as he rubbed his slightly freer middle. "I wish I could get this damn body stocking off!"

"I'll be glad to help you, Fatman."

Robin quickly reached over with his hand and briefly patted the bulge of Batman's belly.

"You sure will! And when you finally let me get out of bed, I'm going to redesign this suit properly."

"You mean?"

"Absolutely, Robin. Today has shown me that fat as I am, I can be as good as I ever was!"

"Oh that's good!" Bruce moaned as he lay flat on the bed. Dick lay on top of his bulk, resting his stiff penis in the deep crack formed by Bruce's widening ass and rubbing the bruises and stiffness of the day out of the large torso with a firm massage.

Lulled by the kneading and stroking, Bruce dozed off, leaving Dick to his thoughts...

Dick knew that it would be wrong for him to ever convince Bruce to give up his commitment to fighting crime. But at the same time he knew that he had to stop Bruce from always cast himself into danger without a thought or caution.

At times, Bruce had barely survived even in his slimmest peak condition...

It had been so wonderful to dream about Bruce being with him always. All the same Dick fully realized that the moment Bruce hit the street again as Batman -- especially now that he was fatter and for all his skill, less agile and still subject to that hunger -- his very dreams would be filled with a million wounds and thousands of deaths...

Each involving the man he had finally given his love to.

With a sigh, Dick moved off of Bruce and stretched out alongside his lover's warm flesh, letting him sleepily toss his arm around him.

"I'll just have to wait and hope," he yawned...

It was closing time at the Janus Jewelry House. All the guards were at their usual places in the empty complex of showrooms. Suddenly, one after the other, the personnel seemed to nod off. When they were revived by the police, the watchmen were shocked to discover that the place had been emptied and thoroughly trashed.

It was when the news cameras panned through the damage rooms that Bruce caught an odd detail.

"The symbol that the Janus House uses."

"The double faced head?"

"Every one of them was bashed in on one side only!"

Dick lifted his head from Bruce's vanishing lap.

"Two Face!"

Bruce nodded.

"And remember that scrap of paper I saw falling out of the wreck of that truck? This is an inside caper."

"And Two Face'll be gunning for you!"

"I'd better get Gordon on the phone...."

At the Janus Company Security vaults, several figures crept along the silent, dark corridors of the central vault complex. They had used an old abandoned pneumatic mail tube to sneak past the police lines outside. A few gas grenades eliminated the guards inside and as the boss had planned, the security system blanked out on schedule.

"Help yourselves boys!" Two face whispered to his accomplices, using a flashlight beam to point out the diamond cases..

"And get fifteen years!" the vault echoed with that harsh sentence. The lights went on as Batman and Robin stood before the criminals.

"Two unarmed against eight armed," Batman said to Robin.

"You'd think he's know better."

Glib words, but nearly accurate. Batman and Robin nearly did win out, but as well Batman moved and fought, it wasn't with the same speed and sure-footed ability that had triumphed in pre-belly days. Robin tried to keep up his end of the battle, but he was constantly distracted and concerned over how Batman was holding up.

Soon they were lying on the floor, tied up and helpless.

"Sorry I missed you before Batman!" Two-Face growled, "but I've heard from the Joker and I think I know how to deal with you!"

The men carried several large hampers into the vault chamber. When the containers were opened a delicious smell filled the room.

"Any little pill or shot you take to cut your hunger will be used up soon.

So even if I free you, you're gonna be at those hi-cal eats like a pig in the trough."

Bead of nervous sweat began to form on the foreheads of both Batman and Robin. Batman was already feeling the gnawing in his gut that the smell of food always brought on, even under the pills -- and they would be wearing off at any minute, leaving Batman to the hunger that would rip through him once again.

"I could just kill the two of you, but 'honor among thieves' you know," Two-Faces smile looked equally fiendish on both sides of his face as he heard the first gentle rumbles emit from Batman's middle, "the Joker wants me to leave you for the police to find, FATMAN face first in the food. And I'm sure it'll be a treat for your sidekick there to watch you humiliated too."

Ten minutes passed -- the growling and churning noises getting louder and louder with every moment.

Batman was squirming and shifting uncomfortably. He was trying desperately not to look at the food, but his eyes always kept wandering to the containers.

"Let him at it boys!"

The bonds were cut and with a cry, Batman threw himself at the baskets, slurping and chomping away at their contents.

"Now lets get out of here fellows and leave FATMAN and Robin to the cops and the press."

Robin looked on sadly. How could Batman ever face anything after what was clearly about to happen? Especially if his bindings give way?

The image of a burping, overstuffed Batman, naked except for his cowl, filled the sidekick's mind. He pictured his hero towards the last of the baskets, his belly hanging down and resting firmly on the floor as he sat and finished the food, oblivious to the news-cameras around him.

Then there would be the humiliation as Batman lost whatever effectiveness he had as a crime fighter.

And Robin would be there to comfort him and give him all the love he needed.

He would show Batman all the other things life had to offer...

There's be no more nightmares of Batman's violent death. No fears that Bruce would be gone forever "on business." Dick would have Bruce for himself, safe and sound...

And gorgeously fat!

Robin snapped out his reverie to realize the Batman, his cheeks crammed with edibles was staring at him. Involved with eating as he was, Batman seemed to be looking into Robin's eyes, seeing his thoughts...

Turning red, Robin shut his eyes tight, forcing those thoughts out from his mind.

Suddenly two hands reached down and untied his hands.

"Batman!"

Robin couldn't believe it, but there he was, perhaps a trifle gravy smeared around the lips...

But away from the food!!!

"Quickly Robin, Help me!"

Following Batman out of the chamber, Robin soon found that they were at the opening of the forgotten pneumatic tube.

"Close the air lock!"

With a clang Robin had sealed the tube opening.

Batman pulled at a rusty wheel. His arms shook at the strain against the unmoving valve.

Robin joined him and soon the wheel began to turn. First with a squeal as the rust crumbled off of it, then more smoothly.

A hiss began to sound out of the sealed tube.

CRASH!

"Oh no!"

The pneumatic seal, corroded and neglected blew open, unable to take the first blast of air.

Leaving Robin to keep opening the air valve, Batman ran to the opening and forced the seal back down...

And then sat on it -- hard.

Months before, Batman's weight would have mattered little against the force of the air thrusting its way through the tube, but with all the fat he had put on...

"What's doing in there Don?"

"Quiet -- Maybe Gordon's flipped a cog?"

"Yeah, like maybe he ought to stop buddying up with old pointy-ears..."

"BAM"

Like all the other officers in the area, two cops covered their ears at the loud explosion and were stunned to see the pavements blast out in chunks, hurling up a surprised Two-Face, his crew and millions of dollars in precious stones into the air, finally landing them in a pile, ready for the taking.

Batman got up from the air valve.

"Robin..." He called out, the blood draining from his face.

Robin rushed over just in time to catch Batman as he began to fall forward, his stomach growling loudly. Gritting his teeth, Robin began to haul the heavy load in his arms to the vault chamber where the food was still waiting.

"It must have taken a lot of will to leave this," Robin thought as he grabbed some roast chicken and placed it into Batman's mouth. Batman chewed, swallowed and began to breathe easier as the sounds from his middle began to ease off.

Robin reached under Batman's shirt to open the corset a bit, only to have Batman shake his head.

"Someone might come in..."

For the next hour, Robin sat on the floor tenderly feeding his heroic comrade.

Luckily, they were...

"Lets head off to the Batmobile, chum" Batman finally said.

As they made their way out of the back of the building, Batman absently nibbled a pastry he had taken as the left the vault room.

"SNAP!"

"Wha-?" Batman halted.

"RIP!"

"Oh no!" Robin whispered as he watched.

That final pastry had done it.

Under the costume, lacing eyelets began to be pop loose...

The reinforcements of the corset began to warp outward...

The back side of the seamless body stocking began to tear into a ragged split...

Now free again, Batman's belly pushed forward in a rush of fat that lifted his shirt and caused his snapping utility belt to whip across the room. Soon it was at rest, drooping ahead like fleshy sack dotted with a navel and littered with the rags that had minutes ago been part of the imprisoning corset. Then his ass which now looked strangely undersized and flat behind this paunch, rounded out over his thighs which themselves immediately widened as the body stocking and binders disintegrated.

For one brief moment, Batman's outermost garments held fast, making him simply look like he had been simply inflated. But the seams began to stretch -- showing glints of skin and torn underclothing -- and then snapped altogether. Trunks, tights, shirts, the fake pecs Alfred put in, began to fall in tattered segments, leaving behind just a few segments of body stocking which still covered Batman's bulk.

The two men rushed to the waiting vehicle, Robin's arms were filled of the tatters of Batman's clothing. From the corners of his eyes, he watched the jiggling of Batman's fine fatty figure, the jouncing of the firm round paunch and saddlebags that hovered lower and rounder than ever at Batman's hips, the ample tits that bounced their nipples with each thudding, panting step the heavy thighs that forced on ahead, then back, as they brushed against each other, and when the cape lifted in back, the large globular cheeks of the plumped up buttocks.

.Robin felt himself moisten as he ran alongside.

"This is stupid," the young man thought, "We have to get out of here and all I want to do is screw him right now!"

Robin started the motor as Batman finally squeezed into the narrow seat of the Batmobile.

The car zoomed across town its passengers keeping a tense silence...

Safely in the tunnel to the Batcave, Robin cut the motor and looked at Batman. The hero was wedged in his seat, his large belly pressed against the dashboard, his hips and legs overflowing at the sides so that every time Robin had to shift, he had to do it against the pressure of Batman's thighs.

He was clearly uncomfortably seated.

And so sexy!

Pulling off a glove, Robin laid a hand on Batman's pillowy pec, squeezing its nipple. Leaning across the cramped area, he pressed Batman's head back into the headrest with the force of his kiss. Batman, reached out and pushed his hand under Robin's short, cupping his sidekick's tight bubble-butt with his powerful, but gentle fingers.

"Batman...I......love.........you............so..................muuuuchhhh!" Robin breathed, as he felt himself spirt out, his full crotch getting wet and sticky with the come that began to drip, where he leaned over, onto his lover's belly.

"I love you also my Robin...my sweet Dick," Batman answered, breaking the rule (which applied to most heroes) never to call his partner by his real name when behind the mask. As he felt his partner's come slicking up his curving gut, he felt his own cock already hard and hot, swell up even more almost ready to shoot.

"Call me FATMAN" Batman breathily.

"Oh you are FATMAN, so fat and so sexy." Robin bumped against the dashboard as he kissed the length of the fat belly.

"And am I -- fatter?"

"Oh YES!"

Batman's logical mind screamed out "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!?" but his heart and desires were in charge now.

"Am I a pig in tights?"

"A sexy hog."

"Would...you......want.........me.........to.............get..............fat ter?" His cock was rubbing Hard against the curve of his gut.

"And...fatter!" Robin answered, his own cock becoming inflamed yet again.

"...And..............fatttterrrrr...!!!"

"FATMAN......FATMAN.........FATMAN......!!!"

Batman chanted his "and fatter" to Robin's "FATMAN" as they held each other tighter and tighter. He squeezed his chubby thighs together against the shaft of his painfully erect penis, holding back as much as he could until...

With a burst, his fleshy high-pressure hose streamed out the milky, sticky liquid out over the seats and floor of the Batmobile. Robin held in Batman's tight grip buried his face deep into the fat chest and surged off another stream as well...

Two naked figured finally got out of the Batmobile, leaving their costumes, tatters and masks all over the well-ejaculated interior.

"We have a lot to decide, don't we dearest chum?" Bruce asked as he and Dick scrubbed each other down in the showers.

"What do you mean!"

"As Batman and Robin."

"Well..." Dick turned his head away, his mind going back to those thoughts he had when tied up in the Vault Chamber.

Bruce kept looking steadily at his flinching partner.

Taking Dick's face in his hands, Bruce made him face him again and meet his gaze.

The only sound was the falling water...

"Master Dick! Master Dick!"

Still half asleep, Dick tried to ignore Alfred's urgent call and rolled over to snuggle against Bruce's warm figure. Instead he found himself rolling into the empty side of the bed.

"Bruce...?"

"He's gone Master Dick!"

"Bruce!"

"The Batmobile is gone, so is that other large costume..."

Dick sat up, hardly able to breath. As he shifted to get out of bed, his hand hit a folded note.



"My Chum, My Love,

There is something Batman -- I have to do. I hope to be back soon. When

I am back we can figure out our future as Bruce and Dick and also as Batman and

Robin -- As US, damn it! Do not trace or follow me this time -- Please.

I know I can trust you and Alfred to do what's right.

With all my love,

Bruce



Dick, still undressed, rushed to the Batcave. Ignoring the chill of the cave, Dick ran through calling and searching for the man he knew he would not find. Finally, He stood at the empty spot where the vehicle usually stood.

"BRUCE! BATMAN!"

"Please Master Dick," Alfred approached and gently helped the shivering young man into a robe. "Lets go up and get something hot into you."

As they walked forward, Alfred's shoe crunched on a small piece of glass.

"What is this?" Alfred reached down and picked up a broken small ampoule.

Dick's eyes widened.

"Alfred, come with me a moment!" He asked the butler in a hollow voice.

Ten minutes later Dick and Alfred were at the hiding place. It was empty -- every syringe, ampoule and vial of the fatal drug was gone!

In one moment, Dick's worries increased a hundredfold.

Did Bruce think he could slim down on the drugs? Was he going to do himself in with the doses now that it was getting so hard to be Batman?

So many scenarios -- all bad -- flooded Dick's mind.

Dick wiped a tear that rolled down his cheek.

"Damn it" He thought, "I'm not gonna cry!"

All the same, he felt his chest pounding, his stomach squeezing worse than ever and his throat dry.

"What has happened, Master Dick?" Alfred asked anxiously.

"The drugs...gone! I hid them here! I -- I should -- have -- destroyed them!"

With a sob, the flood of tears began and Dick stumbled into Alfred's protective embrace, crying as if he could never stop.

The weeks passed by in a painful and slow progression of days, hours and minutes for Dick.

Before Alfred's eyes, the man who had wept so heartrendingly, turned into a cold robot with only a glimmer of hope to keep him going.

Dick attended to all his usual business as well as Bruce's. It was all very automatic from the communicated instructions he faked for Bruce to the Wayne Foundation, to his occasional patrols as Robin -- careful, yet without thought of himself.

Alfred watched in helpless concern as Robin began to come back with bruises, gashes and wounds. The butler knew that he was becoming like his vanished mentor -- once he lost the man he cared about to the members of the criminal underworld, Robin was going to try to kill himself fighting against them...

"Master Batman!"

Alfred rushed down to meet the Batmobile as it roared into the cave.

Batman stepped out of the vehicle and rubbed his limbs and body, stiff from travel, patrols and all the binding needed to control his gut. Finally able to move freely, Batman pulled out the box of drugs and placed them heavily onto a table.

"I took these to every damned lab and organization I could think of. No one could crack it!" Batman spoke, not noticing the look of concern and worry on Alfred face. "All of them say that I'll always have to take suppressants or just keep eating and growing..."

"Master Batman!"

"Where is Dick? I want him to peel me out of this gear and see how much fatter I've gotten. He'll get a kick out of it -- I know I will...

"Master Batman!"

"Sorry for rambling like this Alfred, I'm tired and more than a bit horny!"

"It's Master Robin!"

"What!"

"He needs help!"

"So glad you worked that radio, Sidekick," the Riddler grabbed his hair and forced Robin to look up at him. "I preferred to set up my Riddle trap for Batman, so thanks for signaling him."

Robin smiled ruefully, knowing that while Alfred wasn't Batman, he could at least summon the police...

"Think that Batman will get you out of my little surprise? I doubt it..."

Robin looked down at the woven meshwork that bound his arms and upper body.

He had already found it hard to breathe as the mesh tightened slightly.

"What and idiot I am," Robin thought as he felt the pressure increase.

He had been following the Riddler on what seemed to be one of his typical sprees and found himself in an ambush. Had he been thinking clearly he would have realized that it was a trap. But Robin's mindless behavior for the past few months had been perfect for the Riddler's plans. After all, the Robin of old would never have plunged alone into a throng of criminals working a job.

As Robin gave a pained gasp under the slowly shrinking mesh and lay still, the Riddler nodded happily.

"Now riddle me this! The more you escape me the worse you get caught -- what am I?"

As the Riddler laughed, Robin tried shifting his arms again and felt the mesh contract further...

"Wonderful! WONDERFUL!"

The Riddler cheered as he rubbed his sore jaw and watched his men his men force Batman to sit next to his unconscious partner.

"Poor young fellow, he'll be a sad loss for you, won't he?"

Batman's mouth kept in a tight line.

"Well, you won't have to worry about missing him for long," the Riddler added savagely, gritting his teeth at Batman's lack of reaction.

"Ah well," the Riddler said, shrugging his irritation aside to look at the brighter prospects, "two for one, today! I'm on a lucky streak"

The Riddler began to walk away, then turned back.

"Oh, before I forget, riddle me this," the villain began...

Batman was left alone with Robin. Turning his head stiffly, he looked at the prone figure next to him. Robin's figure was wrapped so tightly that his skin was beginning to turn blue in places from the pressure and lack of air.

His breath was barely coming out at all.

He had to get Robin free before the young man's lungs could no longer move at all.

Which meant he had to get free first and immediately. Batman began to think of what the Riddler said.

"The more you escape me the worse you get caught..."

Batman carefully shifted a shoulder up. It loosened a moment, but then the weaving around it shrank quickly, leaving Batman wrapped tighter than before.

Every motion that might have freed him seemed to tighten the mesh around his chest and arms tighter, anticipating every possible move that could free him.

Stopping for a moment, Batman rested...

Then an idea flashed into his mind.

What if he moved out in a way that wasn't really an escape move?

Batman sucked in air and tensed the middle that was wrapped under mesh, costume, corset and spandex...

Then exhaled.

Inhaled...

Exhaled...

For once, Batman was grateful to hear snapping sounds that would have filled him with dread at any other time (save a choice moment with Robin).

Inhale... Tense..

Exhale... Relax...

Batman smiled at the ripping sounds, he heard and felt his middle free itself from its restraints...

Inhale... Tense...

Exhale... Relax...

The cool tight mesh began to press against the flesh that was creeping out of his costume.

Inhale...Exhale...

Batman gritted his teeth as the metallic links cut into his skin.

Inhale...Exhale...

Inhale...Exhale...

"TCHING!" The first strands of mesh snapped apart. They had been designed to hold and strangle an escaping hero with a muscular build, not for the relaxing belly of a FATMAN!

Inhale...Exhale...

'SNICK! SPRING! TCHIK!" Batman's fat gut advanced forward breaking apart the links...

Inhale...

Exhale...

Inhale...

Exhale...

Using the same regular deep breaths, Batman leaned over Robin, he full mouth pressed against his sidekick's as he leaned him against the soft naked expanse of blubbery pecs and belly that had burst his bonds.

"C'mon Robin," Batman thought, "I can't be too late!"

Inhale...

By the time Batman was able to get his partner free of the deadly wrapping, Robin's heart was almost still .

Exhale...

Batman trembled nervously, rubbing his partner's chest and ignoring the sting in his eyes. A horrible picture formed in his mind, an image of loss that he had never quite imagined before...

Inhale...

An image of him alone. Fat or thin, hero or Bruce Wayne, he suddenly realized that he could never face a future without this wonderful, caring young man who lay lifeless in his arms...

Exhale...

'Dear Lord, don't let me lose him now. Not after all we've made it through..."

Inhale...

A teardrop fell and splashed onto Robin's motionless face...

Exhale...

"Thump!"

Robin's almost silent heart gave a strong beat.

Inhale...

"THUMP!"

Exhale...

The beat was stronger...

Batman pulled his mouth away.

Robin drew a shuddering breath...

As Batman worked to get Robin's breathing normal, the young man briefly opened his eyes and saw the fleshy masked man looming over him, pressing his lips against his own.

"It has to be a hallucination," Robin thought and slipped out of consciousness again.

Soon the hulking figure of a naked fat man in a cowl and cape silently stepped through the building. Over one thick, meaty shoulder, the inert form of a slim man was slung.

"Why do they always assume, I can never escape and then just leave us alone?" Batman thought thankfully as he moved as quickly as he could to the Batmobile and escape. As he plodded down narrow catwalks and stairs that he once would have run, Batman noted how his bare padded hips were rubbing solidly against the rails and the walls.

Putting Robin in the passenger side, Batman looked at the driver's seat and placed his hand on the large belly that now preceded him.

Even when he had been tightly fastened up in his costume it had been a snug fit behind the wheel...

"GET HIM, MEN! FIND THEM BOTH! NOW!!!" The Riddler's petulant cries rang out.

Defying physical laws of space and motion, Batman somehow managed to fit himself and his fat body into the small seat and behind the fully tilted, but still overwhelmed steering wheel, his hands reaching just so that he could shift his gut and drive...

The Batmobile roared off...

It took a while for Alfred to help pull Batman free of the tight confines of the driver's seat.

Finally, he was holding Robin's limp figure in his arms and moving to the elevator.

"I'll get your room ready, Sir" Alfred said as the car moved upwards to the mansion level..

"My room? Where has Dick been sleeping?"

"His old room -- Master Dick said he couldn't stand facing your empty side of the bed any longer."

"Please," Robin spoke in a hushed whisper.

Batman and Alfred strained to hear Robin's barely audible whisper.

"My -- room."

Silence...

Carefully Bruce pulled off Dick's Robin costume and lay him on the bed. As he pulled up the covers over the young man, Bruce's face was burning with anger.

In all the time Bruce had spent observing (and finally enjoying) that lithe young body, he had never seen the many scars, bruises and wounds that he saw now.

Not even bothering to finally cover himself, Bruce quietly left the room, his temper boiling.

"Alfred! How could you let him!"

The Wayne butler was surprised to be cornered by the hulking, nude figure of his employer.

" Sir?"

"Robin -- Dick, I thought you'd keep an eye on him and here I find him a total wreck! "

"Sir! I have listened to nonsense from you before, but I will not stand for THIS!"

Bruce couldn't believe his ears. In all of Bruce's born days, he never had heard Alfred approach anything close to real anger.

"Alfred!"

"No, I shall NOT stand for this! How DARE you blame me for what happened to Master Dick! How DARE you!" Alfred, permitted his usual reserve to drop a little further and shoved Bruce back onto a sofa, which creaked ominously under the sudden load of the fat man.

"Now you are going to hear a few home truths, Sir!"

Alfred took a deep breath and began.

"You have left Master Dick alone as a boy, as a young man and now as your lover. He has had to help patch you up and bind those injuries that a doctor would usually be called for. 'Experience' you called it! Well sadism is my word for it! You constantly left him in the position of being orphaned over and over again as a youngster and now that you know how much you mean to him, you still go off to leave him wondering when he will have to face life alone!

Did you ever think of that before you ran in front of bullets, cars or simply played the 'Great Hero?'" Alfred raised a hand to silence Bruce's emerging protest, "We all know that there are enough unavoidable risks in fighting those criminals out there, but I mean the little extra bit of danger that always meant a new scar and proof that you were BATMAN without helping worth a ha'penny. Now you suddenly discover yourself to be in the same boat -- Master Robin - Master Dick thought he had lost you and began to act just like you -- all the Dark Knight rot after years of being the careful one and more often than not, pulling that fattened arse of yours out of the firing line --- and you are afraid of the danger. With your secretiveness and lack of openness, you have provided him with more tears and less reason to live and you have the nerve to accuse ME of letting him throw himself away!"

Bruce sat frozen, unable to say one thing that could deflect what he knew to be the absolute truth. Finally he spoke...

"Alfred, I've been such a jerk! I don't know what to say..."

Alfred placed a hand gently under Bruce's plump chin, his voice softening.

"Master Bruce, I think for the first time, you truly know how Master Dick has felt all too often. Remember that feeling. Something tells me that it will be a great help to you now."

"What can I do to apologize to you, old friend."

"Let me see you to finally be happy together -- thats all Bruce." Alfred patted Bruce's chunky shoulder. Bruce looked at his butler, startled at hearing the dignified man use his first name so informally. Smiling he lifted himself off of the sofa and clapped a massive arm gently on the other man's back.

"I will do my best Alfred, I can promise you that!"

"Now Master Bruce, can I suggest a warm bathrobe and a spot of breakfast?"

Bruce laughed and slapped a beefy hand on his belly, setting it to jiggle.

"Sure thing!"

After weeks of feverish delirium and unconsciousness, the young man's body and mind had finally taken the upper hand over fatigue, despair and abuse.

He was no longer the limp figure that Bruce and Alfred had to nurse past crisis.

But though he was recovering, something had changed.

Dick started to shut out Bruce. He was polite, but made it clear that any thoughts of closeness or intimacy between the two men were not to be considered. It was as if the past had been removed from his mind and heart.

Any of Bruce's talk of a future together was met by stony silence.

"I've lost him Alfred, haven't I?" Bruce said sadly as he returned from bringing Dick's meal-tray to him. He had hoped that Dick might direct even a little attention to his gut...

But Dick, just ignored the mass of belly-fat he had once so happily cuddled and fed.

"Master Dick, still needs time," Alfred reassured his concerned employer, "I know he does love you, Sir. Be patient. Now sit down to dinner."

Bruce looked at the food in front of him.

"I..I'm not hungry..."

Ignoring the outraged growl of his gut, Bruce waddled away from the dining room, the well stocked table and a stunned Alfred.

In the Batcave, Bruce opened the box of drugs and held up a vial. He stared at it as an idea began to form in his mind...

"Alfred?" Dick looked up from his sickbed.

"Yes, Master Dick?"

"Have you seen the papers?"

"Why Master Dick?"

"Look..."

The Butler looked over the newsprint.

"A WELL ROUNDED RIDDLER "

Below the headline was a photo of the Riddler being led by two police officers. He was far from the snakelike figure that had once bound Robin and Batman in mesh. The pattern of question marks on the tight outfit angled crazily over a bloated body that was ready to burst out and bare more than the huge soft gut that already sagged far over the thighs...

"Like the Joker," Alfred said thoughtfully.

"Has Bruce been going out as Batman recently?"

"Well..."

"Do me a favor Alfred."

"Check out the computer for other overfeeding criminals?"

"Certainly, Master Dick."

The rest of that afternoon, Dick remained in his room, looking over a small pile of news outputs and microfilm prints.

One after the other he saw them...

Two-Face waddling off, his famous two-sided suit shredded along the dividing seam where his increasingly flabby body pushed out.

The Scarecrow, being hauled face first from a vat of chocolate pudding that he had raided a pastry factory for. He was still lanky, but the swelling middle gave promise of a giant gut like the others.

The Penguin, a Top-hatted blob of lard being carted to Arkham Asylum.

All the major criminals that had centered their operations in Gotham City seemed to have begun to eat uncontrollably, focusing on food to the exclusion of crime.

"Well, I know what he's doing with the drugs!" Dick muttered, rubbing his crotch. There was no denying that some of the photos of men, all bloated past the capacity of their tailored suits and tight costumes were a definite turn on.

Dick understood what Batman was doing...

And for the first time in years, Dick felt secure...

He began to hope again and look forward to the future...

As Gotham's crime rate began a steady, long lasting plunge.

At last the drug case was empty.

Batman, was smiling as he drove towards the Batcave and Wayne Manor. He had found a way to neutralize the worst criminal masterminds that had ever plagued Gotham. There might be other madmen and master thieves as time went on, but for now there would be a breathing space for the city.

And in the meantime, other brave heroes could step into the breach.

"And I'll be able to breathe again" He muttered as he pulled at his compressed waist.

It was late when Batman stepped out of the Batmobile, to find Alfred waiting for him. Alfred was smiling as he held a large salver bearing a note with a single word.

"Tonight?"

Batman looked at Alfred who nodded upstairs and winked.

A large figure loomed hopefully over the bed that once been so happily occupied.

"Dick"

"Mmmmm?"

"We have to go out tonight."

"Oh Batman, no..."

"It's urgent."

Dick kicked down the blanket and spreading his legs out to show off his massive erection, he uttered the words he had always wanted to say:

"Gotham can wait -- I can't!"

"And you won't!"

Batman pulled Dick up and held him tight in his arms.

"Oh, my wonderful Dick, I have missed being with you like this..."

"I missed you too."

Dick thumped the hard front of Batman's abdomen.

"You're kind of lumpy Batman."

"You know how to fix that!"

Dick reached back and reaching under the costume, pulled the lacing free.

"Unnh!" Batman said in relief as his belly began to fall freely into Dick's waiting hands. He began to massage it, helping it work its way out of the confines of the costume...

"C'mon fatty, I want to see all of you!"

With a happy laugh, Dick pushed Batman fell back onto the bed and began to work on pulling the skin-like shorts.

"That's one" Dick said as he worked the trunks down to Batman's knees.

He approached the mound where Batman's belly and thighs met and pushed out the crotch into an erotic mound.

Batman panted happily as Dick applied his lips to the rod running along the top of the mound in a smooth long curve. Batman could no longer see Dick's head when he worked at that spot, but he knew what was happening on the other side of his full gut, and spread his legs out to make more room for Dick's face as he sucked at the encased cock with his hot mouth.

With a laugh, Batman felt his first surges of come spread a warm patch along the confines of his tights.

The quickly, Dick pilled off the tights and remaining gear, looking proudly at his lovers, massive thighs and full lower body.

"You are fat," Dick said finally climbing over the gut as he approached the masked face towards him and kissed it.

"I'm FATMAN now!" Bruce grinned, showing off the double shin that now sagged out of the cowl.

Dick slid down along the huge chest and began to nibble at a large nipple through the fabric. He pulled at the shirt and felt the warm huge belly that fell free into his arms. Soon Bruce's massive figure was free of all restraints.

"I love your giant belly, Bruce." Dick said as he and Bruce joined hands and shook it so that it rolled back and forth.

"I love how you poke it with your hard dick, Dick."

"Really?"

Suddenly Dick spread his legs and moved his groin over the thick slit of a navel that gaped from the huge mass of fat. Dick place his hard dick into the deep belly-button. His cock head fit in comfortably.

"Fuck my gut Dick!"

Dick gently pressed in, forcing the navel deep and letting the flesh around it surround his shaft.

His pelvis began to side up and down as Bruce pulled him forward and kissed him. Soon Dick shuddered in pleasure as he felt himself tingle and his tip get moist.

Bruce rubbed his meaty thighs together, forcing his own hard on to get even more arouse.

The slit began to dribble cream where Dick's cock was still inserted.

"Yes, d yes" Bruce chanted, "I am sooo fat!"

"Sooo fat!"

"Fatman... Always here to love you... and be fed by you... and get fatter for you..."

"Oh FATMAN! FATMAN!" Dick bounced in and out sending shock waves of motion along Bruce's gut.

"Yes... Fatmannnnnn..."

The men grabbed each other tightly, as they both moaned out and shot their loads of love together.

As usual in the morning, Alfred wheeled a serving cart of food by the bedroom door. As he walked away he could hear the two men cry out in together in orgasmic bliss: "I... LOVE... YOUOOOO!"

Dick had fattened up Bruce far too much to ever fear that his behemoth of a lover would ever easily disappear again. And Bruce was far too happy living the life of "Fatman" under his lover's tender care -- ever eager to add another pound for Dick to adore. He now only saw the future only time to spend in Dick's wonderful arms.

Dick came to the door, a pair of skimpy briefs that barely covered his well worked crotch. The light shined on his body making it glisten slickly with the evidence of heavy activities in the conjugal bed. With all the food around it was natural that Dick would also begin to join Bruce in enjoying the sensuality of the full belly. As a result, Dick now hefted a very plump spare tire around his middle and his powerful pecs were starting to droop forward.

Wheeling the cart in, Dick flashed a well inflated bubble butt that rose far above the waistband of the outgrown briefs.

Clearly Batman's former "Boy Wonder" was becoming Fatman's "Boy Blubber."

"Get that sexy can back in here Dick!"

Through the door, Alfred glanced at the massive form of Bruce sitting on the end of the bed. His gut was hanging solidly between his thick spread out legs, a huge round sack of flab and muscle, that Bruce was enticingly patting with his hand as he smiled at Dick.

Before he closed the door to their room, Dick looked at Alfred and grinned happily.

The butler smiled and began to return to his quarters.

As he walked away, he could hear the laughter and delighted cries of the men begin again...