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Request: The Cat That Got The Cream
Selina Kyle flipped on top of the Ace Chemicals building, her grappling hook yanking her to the roof. She arced into a roll, springing onto her feet. “Like stealing candy from a baby,” she chuckled. Kneeling, she analysed all of the possible entrances she could take. It would include neutralising the guards.
Since she’d joined Bruce and the kids on their side, it had been weird adjusting to being a hero. Selina fought on their side now, even with Clark Kent of all people. Sunshine boy was Superman, who knew?
Ace Chemicals was developing something bad, and it was Selina’s top priority to make sure it didn’t get out. She was to steal it and run like hell, which was indeed her very profession.
She leapt onto a railing, dashing towards a guard. Her whip wraps around his neck and yanks him down, allowing her to slide up to him and slam his head down, knocking him out.
She moved, slipping back into the shadows as another guard turned his gun back to his comrades. She bolted out again, swiping his neck, kicking out his kneecap and cracking his jaw. Two down, who knew how many more to go.
She sped through Ace Labs, avoiding security cameras and damn near bullet jumping as she went. Enhanced abilities allowed her to be as quick as she was, racing towards the main chemicals facilities.
She found herself in the main production lab moments later. There was the vial, a pinkish-yellow serum locked behind a biometrics pad. Also protected, she noticed, by glass and a steel bolt. Childs play.
She looked around for carbon hydroxide, finding a canister in a nearby shelf. Now she needed a catalyst. She perused through the shelves like she was cooking breakfast for her kids when she came across a spray can. Perfect.
She shoved the canister into the can, shaking it up and taping it to the bolt. She added water and watched as sub-zero steam rose from the canister.
She turned her back, wincing as she heard the sound of steel bulging and wailing before the bolt snapped, the glass shattered and she was home free.
She nabbed the vial, racing out the vent as several guards burst into the lab. She was zipping through the vents when a bullet damn near grazed her. Her toe caught, and as she yeeted herself out of the vent, the vial flew from her fingers.
It smashed on the ground, and before she could stop, fumes wafted up her nose. Her belly cramped and she felt hot. Shit, she’d been poisoned!
She couldn’t stop though, bolting away from the laboratories as fast as her legs could take her. She ran through Gotham’s streets, whipping and swinging her way back to the Batcave.
-
“Bruce!” The feral cat in heat rushed up to her husband. “Selina? What happened?” Bruce was alert immediately. His kitten’s eyes were dilated and her cheeks were flushed. “Th-the vial broke.. I breathed it in.. O-oh Bruce.. I’m so horny.. Please…”
Whatever was in that vial actively put her in heat, Bruce realised. He scooped her up, carrying her back to the bedroom. “Before we do this Lina, I need to know you want this..” He asks. “Fucking fuck me Bruce! Just put your cock in me and stuff me full of so much cream I’ll pop!” She begs.
He wastes no time, stripping out of the Batsuit and ripping away her catsuit. Pinning her down on the bed, he pins her hands above her head. “Are you a good kitten Selina?” He asks softly.
“Y-yes Daddy..” Selina whimpers. Bruce’s cock throbs, his boxers tented as he removes her panties. Her sex is wet and slick, her womb so hot it nearly burns him. He ignores it, removing his boxers.
His cockhead hovers at her labia, but she cries out, pulling him into her. He starts fucking her viciously, her walls accepting him easily. It reminds him of their honeymoon, pumping in and out of her. “Bruuce!” She whines, her hips rocking and bouncing on his member. His cock twitches inside her, her clit throbbing.
She heaves her body up and down, her cervix bruised and battered by his giant manhood. She was tiny compared to him, and his cock always ended up spearing her, having his way with her. “Good kitten, good girl Selina, take it, take it all.” Bruce growled.
“Y-yes Daddy!” Selina was his bitch until the end of the night, and oh God how she loved it.
Her arousal was building, and her belly was bloating. Bruce watched it, and knew instinctively something was up, but right now he was so horny he couldn’t care. Her pheromones wafted up into his face and he was stuck to her, his cock piercing her cervix.
Pre-cum flowed into her womb, and said uterus whirred into effect.
Bruce watched her belly become taut and hard, bloating into a round ball-shaped balloon. Amniotic slime began to billow through her uterus, pouching her belly into a rounded dome. “Ahhh!” She moaned, clutching it.
“Y-you’re getting me pregnant Bruce! Fucking your babies into me!” She wailed. She could feel weight piling onto her, and Bruce adored what it was doing to her hips, piling fat onto them inch by inch.
Her breasts grew a size, and Selina felt her nipples spring twin leaks, milk spraying into the air. Her body continued to balloon, the couple soon figuring out what the serum was for. “O-oh, I’m getting so pregnant! Getting so huge! I’m blowing up like a baby balloon!” She was pinned to the bed, her motherly cunt spewing cum from where Bruce’s cock plugged her up.
Cum spewed onto the bedsheets and still she grew. Her thighs grew fat and jiggly, and her shoulders grew fat too. She could feel her face get softer, rounding and her cheeks becoming rosy. Her hair became softer and shinier, hormones pumping into each strand and shining it with a gentle glow.
She bloated bigger, limbs fat and heaving, her back curving as her hips became bulbous and round. “Blow up bigger!” Bruce ordered. “Bigger, you bloated cum blimp!” Selina whined, obeying her bat as best she could. Her ass ballooned out in two twin orbs wider than the bed, his cock slapping against her wetly as she squirted. Milk gushed down her sides and onto the sheets, her boobs now bigger than her head.
“Fuck, fuck Lina, gonna cum, gonna cum kitten, fucking clamp me, get tight, get more fucking pregnant-“
“BRUUUUCIEEEEEE!” She cries out as he orgasms, blacking out as her own orgasm doubles her size, swallowing her limbs as she becomes one big sphericality, her diameter tight and full of an innumerable amount of infants, dozens of gallons of amniotic slime cramming her swollen womb to absurdly tight proportions.
She comes to nearly a half hour later, Bruce rolled her onto her belly and laid between her gigantic tanker tits. “God, yo7 got huge Sel. Welcome back.” He teased. She mewed, dazed. “Brucieeese.. I’m a huge baby blimp…” She pouted. “How’m I meant to be Catwoman now?”
“What, don’t you wanna be my baby factory? Maybe it’s time you hang up the cowl?” Selina liked being Catwoman though! Granted she’d started because she’d been an orphan in poverty, and now she was a rich successful mom of four Batkids.
She wondered if her career was really necessary nowadays. No matter what they did, neither Bruce nor Selina could get rid of their astronomical, frankly absurd wealth, and they had enough money that they could have a hundred kids and still be billionaires. “Would I be a good baby factory?” She kept her pout, her cheeks hot with lust.
“The best baby factory.”
“Then I’ll be the biggest baby factory ever Brucie!” She decides. He beams. “Good kitten.”
-
She’s still round and swollen when they wake up in the morning, and Bruce grins. “You still feel good?” He asks Selina. She coos. “Better than good. I feel pregnant Bruce…” she purrs. She adores how big she is, how titanic she feels in all aspects.
“You feel like grabbing some breakfast?” He asks. Her belly rumbling answers his question. He rolls her out of the bed, her fat, pregnant sphericality thumping softly on the hardwood floor.
“God, I’m huge..” she sees herself in the mirror as he sets her on her feet. She has a literal diameter, as round as a boulder and her boobs are bigger than her head, rivalling gym balls in size, if she guesses correctly, huffing and panting. “Yes, you are, and you’re never getting any smaller.” Bruce tells her.
She waddles out into the hallway and passing Alfred he simply smiles. “I’d assume something like this would happen sooner of later Mistress Wayne. If you need anything, I’m available for ‘almost’ anything you need,” he tells her. He’s already used to her new form, they dealt with superheroes and magic, this was just another day in the life. “Thank you Alfred, but sometimes I don’t get how you’re just so unflappable!” Alfred chuckles.
“Your husband is a ridiculous man Ms Wayne, and I raised the boy. I know many, many strange things, please believe me when I tell you this is nothing.” Selina smirks. “Touche Alfred, Touche.”
She has to be gently levered down the stairs and it has even Bruce swearing and groaning. “Fuck me, you’re a gym routine all on your own!” He grunts and Selina moans. “I’m your big, bloated gym bunny!” She agrees, set down on her belly. She’s rolled into the kitchen where Tim stands, jaw dropped as he sees his mom rolled in, a gigantic pregnant ball.
“Mom, what happened!?” He races over, feeling her turgid circumference. “Some serum from Ace Chemicals.. Made me super pregnant… you’re gonna be a big brother Tim.” She announces. His mom’s pregnant? His hand race towards her belly, and as they meet her tummy with a loud slap a riddle of kicks meet his palms. “Holy crap! There’s so many of them!” He laughs, poking her popped belly-button.
“Oooh! Tim! Mama’s hungry, please move baby!” She moans and he helps his dad move her to the table. “I’ll help make you food! You’re so big, you gotta eat so much food!” Tim laughs. “You’re gonna get so much fatter!”
Selina squeaks, but it’s true, and as they make food Jason trails in just a little later, Steph not far behind. Steph freezes, gaping while Jason takes one look at her, and bags under his eyes groans. “Coffee, then this.” He decides, walking past her.
“Mama, what the fuck?” Steph demands. “What the hell happened last night-“
“Language Steph,” Selina reminds, but Steph shakes it off. “Mom, you’re literally a balloon, and is that milk? Are you lactating? Holy fuck, you’re pregnant-!” A kick silences her and Steph seems to process. “Okay, you went out on a heist last night, you went out to Ace Chemicals and you came back a balloon- wait, are you pregnant with actual babies or like chemical super soldier babies-“ Selina cuts off her rambling with a belly bump.
“Okay, I’m pregnant with normal babies from your dad, you’re gonna be a big sister again, calm down a bit.” Selina reminds her adoptive daughter. Steph beams, hugging her mom and Selina once again feels the love of her family.
Dick wanders in and does a double-take. “What- I’m not even gonna ask.” He’s seen Beast Boy’s multiple forms, he’s not gonna be shaken by his literal balloon of a mom, he’s determined. He walks past her, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “You’re okay?”
“I’m okay, just.. Kinda stuck like this forever.” Dick pokes her. “Don’t think it’s that bad, you’re all taut and warm.” He slaps her belly playfully and swipes a spare coffee off of Jason. “So what do we do next?” Steph asks. “Go back to Ace Chemicals? Call Barry and hope he and Caitlin have a fix?”
“I don’t want a fix.” Selina tells them. “Your dad and I are keeping me pregnant forever.”
Steph spat out her coffee. “B-but what about Catwoman?”
“Retired, forever.” Selina replied. She’d miss the suit, but the only thing she was about now was baking her buns and moaning them out. Her time as Catwoman had left her with scars and breaks that never healed right, and now she never had to worry about injury again.
“Then who else?” Jason asks. Catwoman looks to Steph proudly, and her adoptive daughter straightens. “Wait, you’re serious?” Selina waddled over, pressing her belly up into Steph’s hip. “Super serious.”
“Mom!” Steph’s face is wet with tears, her arms immediately slamming around Selina’s bloated diameter. “Aw honey!” Selina chuckles, the babies starting to kick up a storm.
“Oh, sorry little ones! I’m just so happy! Hi! I’m your big sister!” Steph is in awe, as is every one of the other Batkids.
Jason walks forward, placing a gloved hand to Selina’s belly and smirking. “They have Dad’s kicks already Mama, you’re gonna be so black and blue.”
“Maybe, but that just shows how much your dad loves me.” Selina joked back, Dick hiding his legs behind the table.
-
They were enjoying their day when they heard a knock at the door. “Bruciee! Open the door I wanna see Selinaaaa!” Harley was outside bouncing excitedly. Selina waddled to the manor front door, smiling, “Should have known this was Harley.” She flapped her hands.
Bruce opened the door. Harley’s eyes fell on Selina and gasped. “Oh Sellly! I meant to surprise you with it but this is even better!” Selina wondered what Harley meant by surprise her with it. “Hang on, what?”
“It was gonna be a thing! We had the whole babies talk and I knew you wanted to be a mom again, I wanted to be an aunt again, so I came up with the Baby Factory serum! Now you’re a big baby making blimp!”
“Harley, I love it, but please just tell me next time?” Selina asks. “I’m so fat and huge, but what if it had gone wrong?”
“I know,” Harley apologised, “but it didn’t! It turned out great, look at you!” Her pale, cold hands touch Selina’s diameter and the heavily pregnant mom of five gasps. “Oh, cold, cold!” She shudders, flapping her hands.
“Oops sorry!” Harley apologises, but then squeals, the babies are kicking again and Selina watches in awe. She’d never ever expected to be this pregnant but she couldn’t imagine anything better.
“Say, what abouts we go down to that old Halla Justice and show Wondy and Kent how big you’ve been blown up?” Harley suggests? “You’re so big you’ll have to be hauled in with a crane, huh?”
Selina squeaks, but Bruce seems to like the idea, if going by the pole in his crotch was anything.
“And,” Selina has an idea, looking over to Steph, “we can show our new Catwoman her new colleagues.” Harley beamed, rushing over to Steph. “Oh my God Stephie! You’re taking Mama’s place already? God, ya been waitin’ for this since ya been a squirt!” Steph accepted Harley!s hug, bouncing together. “I know!”
“Well if that’s settled, let’s get down there.” Bruce kissed Selina and he swiftly bowled her over.
-
Waddling into the Hall of Justice, Selina squeaked when she realised she no longer fit the doors. “Bruce!” She squealed, and Bruce very swiftly helped her out. With Harley and Jason’s help they pried her through and the pregnant vessel of a woman rolled right back onto her feet. “Thank you guys!” She beamed. Waddling around, they continued towards the meeting hall.
They saw several Lanterns pass by and do a double take. No-one had ever seen a pregnant woman of her size, since when was Catwoman a Metahuman? She could tell what they were thinking, her ballooned breasts jiggling and wobbling as she waddled.
Heaving her fattened frame towards the meeting room, while waiting for Diana and Clark to turn up Bruce wanders over to the nearby break room. “How’s about we hide you in here for the big reveal?” He suggests.
“Yeah? And I just huff and puff my fat, hyper-pregnant ass out for both your best friends to see? What if I pop out our new baby then and there?”
“Then you do, and we have our new baby.” Bruce replies. “And you’ll look so sexy while doing it.” He nips at her ear and Selina gasps. “R-remember during the Riddler’s last escapade I begged you to let me suck your cock upside down?”
Bruce groans, and with the others taking that as their cue to leave, Bruce unravels his suit, letting his cock spring free.
Selina feels herself lifted off her feet, and then she feels a rope go around her belly. It attaches to the ceiling, winching her up. She hangs there like a wrecking ball, feeling every inch of her ton-heavy frame creaking and groaning when his cock hits her cheek. The air conditioning blows on her skin, she shudders visibly.
She’s suspended upside down, her cunt leaking her own cum down her diameter, trailing down her belly, her sides, and Bruce’s cock parts her lips. She swallows his member eagerly, feeling him shove himself down her throat inch by inch.
It reaches the back of her throat, and she relaxes her upper soft palate, moaning as she starts guzzling. She sucks and moans, his cock pumping her mouth and making sure there was no way she could close it while he battered her throat.
Selina whimpered, sucking as hard as she could. Pre-cum flows down her throat, soft swallows helping it settle in her belly. The babies were quiet, allowing her to bob there gently. It helped her suck Bruce’s cock tighter too, clamping her lips around him.
She licks his shaft, feeling it twitch. Bruce’s spine arches, and he holds her jaw, making sure she drains every last drop out of his heavy, full balls. “Take it all Selina, be my big, pregnant broodmare.” The cat-lady whines and as her tongue flicks his tip he groans, a deluge of cum flowing into her guts.
Her cheeks bulge, her eyes fly wide open and she moans, swallowing copious amounts of cum. The flow doesn’t stop until her skin is literally protesting, and he pulls out, cum dripping down her chin and down her temple. “B-bruuuuuuce!” She cries pitifully, brain broken once again.
“Good kitten,” he decides, unhooking her from the harness and settling her back on her feet. “Gonna be a good girl and wait patiently?” Selina nods enthusiastically, panting, and Bruce smiles. “Good, wait here.”
Bruce walks into the meeting room and grins. “Diana! Clark! How are you both?” He hugs them both and Clark shares his grin. “Been good! Diana and I have been vacationing on the Watchtower for a week or so. Been good to just get the two of us chilling out.” He winks at Diana, who rolls her eyes, turning back to Bruce. “So what’s up Bruce? It’s obviously not an emergency, so you have some reason.”
“Selina’s pregnant!” Bruce announces. Diana gasps, leaping towards her friend. “That’s amazing! Do you know how far along?”
“Very far along.” Bruce says. “Darling, you can come on out now!” He calls.
It takes a full minute for Selina to waddle inside, and the super-couple’s jaws drop, watching her. “H-how?” Diana squeaks. “You’re huge!” They’d faced a lot over the past few years, and Diana didn’t think she could be surprised anymore, but this was new.
“Oh, something Harley cooked up! I really wanted to have babies and she helped me!” Selina laughed, letting Diana feel. Clark swallowed, and looked between the two. Diana seemed to be fondling Selina’s breasts and feeling up every single part of her in a lewd display that had both men silently staring.
“Keep-keep going,” Selina begs. Diana gets a feverish look in her eyes and both their boys are stock still. So Diana gets mischievous, leaning in and kissing Selina full on the mouth.
Diana slowly takes off her blouse, unbuttoning one by one. “Good kitty.. Want more?” Selina dumbly nods, and for a moment wonders where her intelligence has gone. Then Diana starts trailing kisses down her jaw and her mind goes blank again.
Their boys collapse in their seats, watching dumbfounded as Diana strips down to her bra, pressing her generous cleavage into Selina’s side. The Amazon woman dips down, kissing down Selina’s diameter towards the brown, ripened nipples gushing milk. “Mommy making milk for her little kittties.. Good girl…” The phrase is burned into her mind now and all Selina can do is flap her vestigial digits.
Diana’s lips lock around the fattened, thumb like nipple and she suckles. Warm, fresh milk flows down her throat. “Dianaaa!” Selina begs. Diana takes that as a sign to keep going, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.
Once she’s had her fill, she collects the milk cupped in her hands and raises it to Selina’s mouth. “Mommy deserves a taste of her own milk, she’s being a big, fat, pregnant kitty for her bat and her friends, doing so well..” Diana teases. Selina’s cheeks are burning and she has no words for what is occurring right now.
She drinks her own milk, gulps it down, and still finds herself thirsty. Diana feeds her again and again, and then when Selina’s belly rumbles, Diana slowly rolls Selina onto her back.
Climbing atop her, Diana’s strong Amazonian thighs squeeze Selina’s belly like a vice. Then slowly Diana gyrates her hips. Her cunt presses into the swollen nub that Selina’s belly-button has become, poking it and massaging it. “You like that, you big, swollen baby factory?” Selina’s mouth is wide open, shuddering and whimpering.
Diana leans forward, grinding her pelvis into Selina’s nub. The sensation makes a baby kick, and then they all start at it. “Ohhhh.. Like a homemade vibrator…” Diana huffs. The muscled woman leans enough that her hands knead Selina’s breasts together, twin fountains of milk spraying up towards the ceiling.
“Dianaaaaa!” Selina pleads. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The former thief turned superhero turned baby factory can’t keep up mentally. All her facilities are now focused on being the most efficient, the fattest baby factory ever created. She’s baby-brained to the maximum, and Selina sinks into it like a warm bath.
Diana pokes Selina’s nub and a gush of cum splatters the meeting room table. It drips onto Diana’s seat and Diana knows she’ll enjoy sitting in it not minutes after this.
She drives Selina’s arousal to the peak, watching her swollen form vibrate and groan under her, and then she inverts Selina’s navel with a forceful jab of her thumb.
“UWWAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Selina’s brain is truly broken, a pure geyser of arousal spraying out of her, twin fountains of milk splattering her belly pure white and Selina barely comes back to coherence. Minutes later she does, but she has no words.
“Haaaahhh?” She tries, and Diana rolls her upright. “Good girl.” Selina beams and settles her chin on her crest.
Clark and Bruce stand, and wordlessly, they take their girls into a group hug. “We need to do that more often,” Diana purrs. Clark agrees, if his fantasies are anything to go by.
As Selina and Bruce leave with the family, they don’t see the drone in the trees.
Lex Luthor watches the Bat and the Kryptonian silently. He would kill them both. And the bloated baby balloon would be the way to do it.
-
Selina's woken in the middle of her afternoon nap a few days later. Bruce and the kids are out today getting things for the babies and she's home alone. Rocking on her cunt, she huffs, setting her feet down on the ground.
"Hello? Alfred? Kiddos?" She calls, waddling through the house. She's hefty and huge, it's taking her ages just to leave the room, even longer for her to turtle her way down the corridor. It takes ten minutes, and she hears a thud. That wasn't her kids OR Bruce. Her heart thunders in her core.
"Who's there?" She demands. She's unable to fight, nearly completely immobile like this. Completely vulnerable.
The doors burst open and Selina screams, guns pointed in her face. "Don't move you bloated bimbo, don't even flap those hands!" She's gagged with something, and the five armed men bowl her over. She desperately tries to beg, but they're already rolling her away. She knows her milk trail will lead the boys to wherever she's being taken, but she's terrified they'll pop her.
She cries as they roll her towards a huge flatbed truck, rolled inside a horse carrier and the door shut on her. She begs for her life through the gag but they just roll their eyes. "Why does Luthor want a bloated baby blimp anyway?"
"Something about Wayne humiliating him, I dunno, do you wanna get paid or not?" The men converse before they enter the van and start pulling away.
She waddles towards the door and watches as they pull away from Wayne Manor.
She can feel her new collar under her chin, a present for her upon finding out just how full she was. There were seventeen babies inside her, each over ten pounds, and she was full-term with all of them.
She wishes for once she still had her mobility. She could have fought them off, protected her children, but now she's a baby factory, she can't do a damn thing.
She sets her jaw, she won't let Luthor see her cry.
Pulling up on Luther Corp, she's unceremoniously pushed out by the gangsters, and each one she can feel their manhoods poking into her diameter. She defiantly glares at them, even if they don't see, remembering their faces.
She's rolled into a dim room illuminated by pale blue lights, and as she's shoved down a catwalk one thug nears her face with his junk. She lets it slap against her face, and she's hauled up into a harness by her hands and feet, suspended belly first.
She's held up in a huge circle like hold, the clamps that hold her held up by electricity. The babies kick and she attempts to soothe them. "It's okay, it's okay babies." She tries, but can't bring herself to believe it herself.
“I wonder if you really believe that.” Luthor walks in, hands in his suit pockets. She can feel her lip wobbling but holds her tongue, tilting her chin away.
He grabs her jaw and forces her to look at him. “You’re gonna pop. Your Bat will die, the Superman will die, and no-one will oppose my run for President.” He snarls. Selina spits at him, and he slaps her face.
“Careful, or I’ll let my men keep you. They keep thinking about building a barn for you.” He slaps her belly. “Either way, you’ll burst.”
Selina waits until he’s gone before she cries, sniffling and sobbing. She was terrified.
-
She doesn’t know how long it’s been, but she knows she’s slept and woken several times. How she’s been able to sleep under threat she doesn’t know. She blames the sleepless nights waiting for another one of Joker’s bombs to go off, the waiting for Penguin to finally pull his latest heist, and she blames Brainiac.
She hears shouting, her senses prickling. She gasps, listening intently. She can hear a familiar shotgun, blood spattering the halls, and when Jason turns the corner, she beams. “How did you find me?” She asks, astounded. Jason points to the collar. “We kinda suspected someone would try something. We got you Mama.”
“I should have known,” Selina’s just relieved, she and the babies are safe. One by one, Jason shoots off the restraints and eases Selina down onto her feet. “Can you waddle?” He asks softly.
“Yeah. I can.” Selina moves with him as more of Lex’s guards race down the corridor. They all fall the same, a slaughter making it slippery. All the blood clings to her underside, but she thinks they deserve it.
She’s helped along until they reach Luthor’s office.
Superman floats outside the window. Bruce is in full cowl, and Dick, Jason and Steph are all there. Steph’s wearing her Catwoman suit, and Diana? Diana has Luthor held up by his suit collar.
“You okay?” Bruce asks when she waddles in. It’s good to finally see Lex defenceless, and Selina revels in it. “I am now. I was scared, but this helps.”
Bruce turns back to Lex. “You scared my wife. You kidnapped her and our unborn children.” He takes off his cowl, and Clark floats in, taking off his suit, left in a normal T-shirt and jeans. Bruce does the same, and the two men stand there.
“You’re not dealing with Batman and Superman. You’re dealing with Bruce and Clark, two very pissed off husbands.” Bruce cracks Lex across the jaw, Diana letting him go.
They let Lex get up before Clark shatters his kneecap. Lex howls, and Clark huffs. “After what you did to Selina? I know you had designs on Di too, I think the pain’s the least of your worries.”
“Fuck. You.” Lex snarls, trying to go for Bruce. Bruce trips him, grabbing his shoulder and cracking it from its socket. “I don’t kill. I do however give people lengthened stays in the hospital.” Bruce snarls. “I’m under no illusion about what I do, Luthor, but you? You’re sub-human.”
“Two grown men running around in their pajamas? God, you’re freaks. Terminally so.” Lex despises them. He turns to Clark. “I’ll turn your Wonder Bitch into a broodmare and break her in like I did to-“
Blood spurts from Lex’s crotch. Diana sliced off his cock within a fraction of a moment, fury painting her features. Lex gapes, then drops to his knees.
“Jason,” Selina murmurs. “Do what you do best,” she tells her eldest son, who hugs her. He turns to Steph, taking her hand, and then Bruce and Clark help roll Selina out of the office.
A shotgun blast echoes through the floor, and Jason catches up to them on the ground floor. “One less chucklefuck to deal with.” Jason huffs as they load into the Batwing.
“I’d say language but I get the feeling I couldn’t stop you if I wanted to,” Selina remanded him lightly. “You okay Mom, really?” Jason asks softly.
“I will be,” Selina murmurs. “Nightmares for a while, sure, but the babies and I had each other.”
She shifts, and then a pop sounds from below her. Her waters soak her underside and Selina gasps. “Oh! G-guess we’re having the babies now!” She alerts Bruce.
-
Selina gave birth to triplet girls. The night was waning as the last girl was placed in her bassinet, and looking over her, Selina couldn’t believe her luck, her life.
Bruce stood beside her, looking down at them. “My God, Selina, you did it.” He kisses her jaw, her leaning into it. “I did. Which makes me a good baby factory, right?” She flaps her hands, still bloated and spherical.
“It makes you a perfect baby factory.” Bruce agrees. “And I can’t wait for our next ones.”
As they look over their new daughters, Selina can’t wait for the rest of her eternity as a breeder. She’s reached the peak of everything she’s ever wanted.