"Halo, who da fuck is der?" he spat out.
"Just a little pussy... looking for a place to stay," came a small sexy voice from the dark. "Would you know a place where a nice little kitty could warm up for the night?"
"Yeah, my bed for one, and youse cat can stay by the fire while I keep you and your pussy warm too," Louie heartily replied.
"Oh, I don't own a cat, but....." the voice returned, when out of the dark jumped a dark brown and yellowish spotted beast that slit Louie's head clean off, then quickly ran into his store as the metal grate slowly slumped closed. Louie's body stood motionless for a moment then thudded on the pavement.
Inside the store, a fang-filled smile glanced around at Louie's wares. Kitty Litter had made herself a good haul tonight. But this was not always so.
"Yeah, now we get to hear her dumb origin story - get to the point!"
" I'm building a god damn background here! SHUT IT!"
"Sorry."
Anyway...
Anyway, she was in the research and development wing watching many of the animal tests (sorry, SPCA) when she remarked that the new skin cream line was due in 4 days. The scientists went nuts and rushed the testing of it but what they didn't see in the initial test was that the cheetah that was the subject had cut itself on its cage and some of its blood leaked into the formula. Not caring for second or third tests, Katrina literally ran it into a photo shoot. She was the company's lead model - I don't know why, though. So she applied the lotion, did the shoot and the commercial.
"Hmm, I feel like a new woman in this ZiffCO lotion." After the shoot she returned to her penthouse and sat down to her always extremely small dinner when she got a different urge. She ran to her fridge, raided every chunk of meat in there, and had a small kill across the kitchen floor. When she realized what the hell she was doing, it was already five pounds of steak, hamburger, and hot dogs too late. So she decided that it was late and that a good night's sleep was in order.
She walked to her room and noticed the moon, and suddenly how hot she felt, like a cat on a hot tin roof. She ripped off her nightgown, leaving her naked in the hallway. She looked down and to her astonishment, her breasts were growing! Already she had a nice B cup, but now these C's loomed in front of her, she felt stronger, meaner and soon fur had layered her body. She ran to her bathroom and hissed in laughter at the long fangs that now had replaced her teeth. She was free and the beast had a new jungle to roam! They never found Katrina Ziff, only a broken window and rotting meat. The case was closed. But Kitty Litter's had just opened.
Back in the present, Rubberbanda, affected only by her seemingly unlimited ability to stretch herself since birth into almost any size, shape, and height she needed to get her crime fighting done, was still scouring the city when the police sirens split the night, stretching from building to building. She caught up to them at Louie's just in time to see the coroner leave with the body. Melting down the storm drain, she slithered right up to chief of police Dirk as he examined the site.
"Hey Chief!" she bubbled loudly
"Shit, Banda! You scared my ass!"
"Sorry. So what's up?"
"Nothing really," he replied. "Just a fat fuck that had his head removed the hard the way."
"Wonderful" she mused, "nothing else, no finger prints, semen..."
As she spoke, an image formed in the chief's head, and it was her. Wonder how much she can stretch, he thought? What none of them saw was the 2 cat's eyes staring from an upper window of the shop in a seemingly laughing matter.
"So that blonde bitch is the great Rubberbanda!" Kitty scoffed. "Bet I could turn her into a nice scratching post!" she added as she disappeared out the back door.
"Well, we're done here so I guess that unless you want to come along, I'll be going."
"Nah, it's late so I'm outtie" she giggled and with that she strecthed back to the roof from whence she came. Returning to her position at the top, she heard movement on the roof as well.
"Hello?" she asked to no one in particular. Her only reply was a soft 'meow' followed by a roar and a brown flash. With that, Kitty was on top of her and grinning madly at her next meal. She took one of her claws and traced down the body suit that covered Banda, slitting it down the middle.
"Let's see if it is not only the outside of the body that's rubber on this bitch," she growled.
"Oh they're real, just watch!" and with that she sucked in her breath, and like two giant balloons her breasts shot out, knocking Kitty to a corner of the building.
"You like what you see?" she said.
"We'll see." And with that, the cheetah woman flew off the building into the night.
"It's okay, my pet," cooed Kitty to the tranquilized cheetah lying on the examining table "Soon you will help me achieve a greater goal." She set to work, mixing together a formula, then inserting it into a syringe before leaving the lab and slipping into the pale dawn.
Morning woke all the city's residents, including the now groggy Rubberbanda, known by day as Amanda Stevens. She briskly walked to her daily job as a lawyer for the Busch law firm. The day was the usual melee of court dates, plea bargains and trials and by that night she was ready for a shower and sleep, but knew her duty to protect the city was also greatly needed as well.
The moon rose again to its fullest as Rubberbanda scoured the streets for the ferocious feline. As she neared the end of 100th avenue and one of the city's more elaborate corporations, she noticed a commotion at the top of the apartment slum next to it. Upon closer investigation, she saw that Kitty Litter was about to claim another victim. She had in her claws a homeless man and it appeared to be supper time.
"Hmm, looks good, a little greasy for my taste, but for a snack it'll do" she put in a low rumble to the man.
"You know, maybe the killing will stop when I stop you" Banda interrupted her.
"Ahh, the main course," she purred, dropping her victim. "I've waited for you to come and was this close to tracking you down myself, but you came," she said as she pulled from the ground a syringe, in it an amount of clear liqiud. "I know what triggered my change, and with this we'll see who the better bitch is..." as she thrust the point into her own thigh.
"Not for long!" and as Banda lept on top of her and clasped her arms around her, she noticed a pecular sensation. It seemed she was losing her grip on Kitty - but she wasn't slipping, Kitty was getting bigger!
Her transformation started slowly but then she exploded in a flash of giant muscle and Kitty laughed at the shrinking hero as she lost sight of her under two huge breasts. Now almost 10 feet tall she loomed over Banda, laughing.
"So you like the new improved Kitty - or is it Lioness now?" she roared in delight, marveling at her size and strength, putting cracks in the roof as she lunged and punched for Rubberbanda. With quick thinking on Rubberbanda's part, she hid on another building and slowly inflated herself larger and larger. When the huge Catwoman looked for Banda she got the surprise of her life as she turned and stared fang to tooth with our hero.
"Not so big now, are we" as Banda struck a vicious blow to the cat, knocking her to the oppoisite side of the roof.
"Oh I'm just getting warmed up" growled Kitty as she lunged back, scratching our hero and getting her in a head lock that began to choke off her air supply. Seeing herself deflating rather quickly, Banda slipped free and in one futile effort got a few good shots at the cat before knocking her to the ground. But with the new heaviness of the combined weight, the roof collapsed.
The police came and, aided by the chief with more patting down and touching than required, they got the situation under control. Standing with Banda as the cat was carted off to the maximum security sector of Automaton jail, the chief looked at the tired heroine.
"So you alright" he remarked.
"Yeah, a little shook up but great," she answered back.
"Maybe I could give you an escort tonight. You know, for safety."
"Yeah, but I need the best," she replied.
"I know a guy, good, reliable and very strong" he answered.
"Yeah, maybe the bedroom should be cleared first," she came on.
"Yeah, but you know, if you can stretch into anything or fill out in any shape..."
She closed his lips and mouthed "you'll see" as she pulled him from the scene and to his squad car and together they slipped into the night.