Copycats

No one? She was so sure that someone had been following her. Just as she was about to let her guard down, a horrid stench reached her that was stronger than before. Suddenly, her reflexes kicked in and leapt backwards as a tremendous figure lunged from above. Selina avoided the attack just in time, and even with her heavier figure she still managed to land on her feet and live up to her feline namesake. As the dust settled, she got a good look at her attacker and gasped when she realized who it was.

Herself.

Standing before her was another Selina Kyle, only this fat cat was far larger than herself. This thief wore a jumpsuit much like her own only it was far too small for her and everything was on full display. The zipper was all the way down, no doubt to give her paunch room to breathe and cover up her waist like a doughy apron with a few creases here and there. Her breasts were a out four cup sizes bigger and bigger than her chubby head. And then there was her ass, which looked like it could fill the entire backseat of a cop car. How she managed to sneak up on her, let alone remain acrobatic with those thunder thighs was baffling.

"I should have known they'd someone after me," said the fatter Selina. "I just didn't expect a scrawny copy cat. Let's see if you're at least half as good as I am."

Before she could get a word in, this world's Catwoman pounced with astonishing speed. Selina just barely dodged the attack. She had a plethora of questions but first she had to put an end to this fight. "I'm not here to fight. I came here to-"

"Steal what hasn't been taken?" The other Selina guessed, pausing to let out a cheesy belch. "You bastards already took everything from him. First his business, then his life, and now his home?" She spun around and aimed her flabby ass at Selina, revealing a prominent blown out hole in the back of her suit, where she vented a nauseatingly fishy PPPPPPBBBBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRTTTTTT! It was almost as strong as one of Black Canary's screams and stung her nostrils. This stunned Selina long enough for the fatter cat to move in and land a flurry of slashes on her that tore her costume to shreds. The front of her leather attire was exposed much like her doughy counterpart and gained a series of a claw marks that drew blood. To make matters worse, the fat cat belched again in her face and ended her combo with a belly bash that sent her flying and slamming against the wall.

Selina fell to the floor, aching from the beatdown she just received. The hardest hit she got was the revelation that Bruce was dead. She refused to believe this was the case and wanted answers right now. She winced and struggled to get back up to her feet but her new weight made it difficult. Not to mention her head was still spinning from the gas attack, and the other Catwoman was in another weight class entirely and in her element. How was she going to get out of this?