Selina gluts herself on Diana's breast milk, blimping up immensely

Like an ornery alley cat, Selina did not approve of being manhandled and responded by hissing and clawing at her captors. Her swipes did her no good once Wonder Woman clapped her on the ass and sent her tumbling into her tit. Giving her a bright red hand print on her posterior while she received her mouthful of milk. Catwoman choked and forcibly swallowed the first liter. In the the short window of time, she craned her neck back to gasp for air before the so-called goddess shoved her back onto the tit.

Perhaps if permitted to drink at her own speed, Catwoman might have found this ordeal pleasant and taken the time to savor the rich cream gushing into her. But that was not some she could control. That honor belonged to one of Diana's attendants who squeezed and milked her as if her milk bag was bagpipe. Catwoman was **** to get into the rhythm and swallow as much as she could before her diaphragm was flooded.

Just when she thought her belly hadn't any more room, the milk found some extra space. When there was none left, it pushed out and stretched until there was enough room. The maidens cheered for their newest member as if this were a rite of passage and not a breach in the Geneva convention. The worst part of it was that while she wouldn't admit it to the overgrown amazon, her milk truly was the more delicious than any cream she's ever drank.

It was so good that even when the maiden milking Wonder Woman had stopped squeezing, Selina kept drinking of her volition. Of course, she figured that if she did stop, Wondy would just shove her face back onto the breast. So she drank until Diana was satisfied and lowered her guard. Selina would get her **** when the time was right. But for now, she ignored the aching of her stretched out stomach.

Selina kept going until her hair was viciously yanked and her head removed. She didn't have a milk mustache so much as she had a breast milk beard. Wonder Woman pulled her close and let Catwoman rest her weary head on her pillowy chest. Wonder Woman was announcing something to her followers but Catwoman didn't catch a word of it. She was distracted by her daunting belly. It had to be sticking out at least 2.5 ft. It was taut enough that a needle could prick and pop her.

As much as she wanted to slug the princess in her self-righteous, chipmunk cheeks, Catwoman could barely stand as is. Two of the maidens lifted Selina's arms around their necks and escorted her out of the room. She didn't know where they were taking her but it wasn't as if she could fight them.

They made their way down a grand corridor made of marble floors and ivory pillars to a section of the temple lined with rows of queen-sized beds.

Selina sat down and figured this must be the living quarters. It had as much privacy as a Dickensian orphanage but with finer bedding. So fine that Selina was out like a light in seconds. When she came too, it was almost dusk. Sitting up proved to be a hassle until a blonde maiden with her hair in a bun weighing around 500 pounds rushed to help Catwoman up. The fact that the thief couldn't even do a simple sit-up was humiliating and she hoped Bruce would never learn of this.

"Are you alright, sister?" asked the maiden.

"Peachy," hissed Selina. She gazed at her gut and noted how it was still sloshing from before.

"I understand it must be difficult but you will learn to appreciate the goddess's gifts. I know I do. Oh, but where are my manners. My name is Gabriella."

"Selina. I take it you've been here for awhile?" She had to if she believed all of Diana's bull crap.

"Six months, to be precise. I understand this is all a lot to adjust to but if there's anything I can do to help, feel free to ask."

Catwoman was about to tell her to beat it but then had a stroke of genius. "Anything huh? Maybe you can help me out, sister."