Gaining the Weight for Saving the World

[Batman76]

 

First chapter in a new, long story set in the DC comics universe:

 

Chapter 1: Ordering

Barnaby’s Buffet Barn was slow when the meeting started. A big restaurant filled with booths and tables, it was almost empty due to the lunch crowd having filed out two hours before and the dinner crowd being three hours away. Only a few retirees were really there, but store policy was to have food out regardless. In the Asian section, sauce heavy General Tso’s chicken glistened next to pyramids of cream cheese stuffed wontons, while across the aisle in the American Section mountains of French fries steamed beside thick slices of roast beef.  An entire wall of Soder Soda fountains of every possible flavor and type stood empty, next to several soft serve ice cream machines and a make your own milk shake stand. To save money, management only had a few employees there, most of them cooks prepping fresh food in the back and leaving the front under one worker’s bored eyes.

Steve was a college sophomore working his way to a psychology degree. He was immensely bored, having already swept the aisles twice and made sure the buffet was spic and span before returning to the front door and waiting for anyone to come in while wrestling with deciding whether to get on his phone or not. In general he didn’t mind getting paid for essentially nothing, but Steve’s girl friend had dumped him two days ago, the long distance hadn’t done them favors, and although it wasn’t in too bad of terms he could use a distraction, preferably one in the form of a cute co-ed to flirt with. Right now the only customers he had to focus on were a few overweight grannies playing bridge in a far corner, not exactly ideal flirting material.

He sighed, propping his head on his hand and looking down at his phone, debating whether or not to text his now ex-girlfriend.

‘Hey Sugar, got any tables open in this joint?’ a sultry voice asked him, ‘I could use a big one.’

Steve’s eyes darted up and widened. If not for his hand already holding up his chin it would have gone slack and he was immensely glad for the front desk hiding his crotch. In front of him was a knock out.

The girl, no woman, looked to be in her mid, maybe late twenties and was in spectacular shape. In an America where being only ten pounds over weight made you average, this lady was a stunner. She wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’4, but fish net tights cradled shapely legs that seemed very long below a short, skin tight black skirt around her broad hips. A white tee with a winking black cat in a witch's hat on it cradled a flat belly, showing a sliver of tan flesh, and gorgeously pert tits, either a big C or a firm D by Steve’s not exactly practiced judgement.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ she said amused and he looked up to see her gorgeous oval face, a friendly grin on her red lips and one plucked black eye brow over dark brown eyes. She was for some reason, wearing a small top hat affixed by a pin to her shoulder length black hair which was in a pony tail and carried a small black leather purse.

‘Um…yes…I mean…no…I mean…we’ve got plenty of room,’ Steve stammered, brain desperately trying to pull blood from his dick, ‘table for one?’

‘Make that five,’ she told him with a grin, turning around to look out the window at the parking lot and giving Steve an impossible to resist look at a stunning badonka donk, each perfectly round cheek the result of so many lunges and squats it looked ready to pop out of the skirt seams, ‘although I don’t think any of them have got here yet.’

‘Uhhh,’ Steve said, quickly sliding a menu in front of his waist as he stepped from out behind the register, ‘how will I know them?’

‘Trust me, I’m sure you’ll recognize them when they arrive,’ she said with a wink, ‘can you give me a more private room? We girls can get a little bit…emotive when we eat.’

‘Oh yeah…yeah…uh…we’ve got a party room in the back,’ he said, struggling against oxygen deprivation as the woman stepped by him, hips swaying, ‘it’s a bit far from the buffet though…’

‘Trust me, it won’t be much of an issue to us…yet,’ she winked.

The lady sat in the party room, a room that could easily fit thirty and equipped with its own ice cream machine and soda fountains, and looked up at the waiter as he plopped a plastic soda cup on her table.

‘Sorry to seem lazy, but I just sat down and could you do me a favor?’ she cooed, a bit of cleavage showing on her shirt, ‘Get me a big glass of root beer, just a little bit of ice? No bra today, so if its too cold…’

Her shoulders shrugged in demonstration and Steve almost fell over. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

‘Sure! Sure!’ he said, quickly pouring the drink, almost spilling it and putting it down, placing a straw in it as he did.

The woman took a long, deep sip, lips sucking hard enough he almost fell over.

‘That’s great sugar, get me another after a while will you? By the way, put Z on the check.’

Steve swallowed, brain having run out of words by that point. He walked out, stride somewhat out of whack, and slid gently into his chair behind the register, trying to force down his raging hard on. As blood slowly came back up he started desperately formulating a strategy to get this lady’s number. It was going to be hard, pardoning the pun. He wasn’t bad looking by any means but not working out much due to both work and study wasn’t doing his formerly hard bod any favors and he wished he’d shaved this week. Even if he’d lived in a gym the last decade and been a hell of a lot more suave and rich this woman was out of his league. She was stupidly hot and impossibly sexual…but she was giving off every possible signal she wanted to screw with him. But did she want to screw him or screw with him? Did he care?

‘Hi!’ a chipper voice said eagerly in front of him, ‘Are you busy? Oh geez, I hope you’re not busy. Should I seat myself?’

Steve’s eyes darted up and saw against all odds the second hotty to walk into the room within ten minutes.

What he noted first was blonde. Long blonde hair, almost down to her waist framed a diamond face with big blue eyes behind cute, hipster glasses. Very white teeth were nipping soft pink lips in a worried expression. A long, loose red skirt went down to her knees, while she had long ugg boots around her calves. She had in contrast a tight yellow T with a peace sign in between what were assuredly firm b cups. Unlike her friend, surely this was one of the four the gorgeous brunette was waiting on, she lacked a lot of curves, but she had an earnest, kind girl next door sort of vibe if the girl next door had a runway model’s body under her clothes. She couldn’t have been twenty yet and everything about her screamed college coed, hell, was she in his college? Surely he’d have noticed but she looked really familiar.

‘Uhh…no! I’m not busy! Not at all,’ he said a little bit more focused. Sure she was utterly gorgeous, but not quite the same level of urgent sexiness that shut down his mind. Granted, there was some hardening but this was a type of hot that he was familiar with.

‘Oh great! Can you help me find my friend?’ she asked eagerly, looking around even though the only other people insight were at least forty years older than the sultry first woman.

‘Oh sure. Yeah, she’s…hey are you in Professor Swinton’s class? I could have sworn I’d seen you before?’ he asked, noticing she seemed strangely familiar.

‘Yeah…that must be it!’ she said, slightly nervously, ‘Oh hey, there’s my friend! Gotta go!’

She hurried off, skirt swishing, despite the first woman not being anywhere in sight. Even though the party room’s door was shut and unmarked she found it easily and opened it up. Steve sighed, wondering if he’d put off a too desperate vibe.

‘Hello! Are you the water? Or is it the mater-dee?’ a third voice interrupted his wondering, touching some sort of mental third rail that had him hard before he turned to face her.

This lady was tall, five ten at least and somehow all of it seemed to be made out of leg. Really tan skin over really long shapely thighs showed under very very short, very very tight purple shorts that clung tight to gorgeous hips that made Steve’s brain scream ‘PUT A BABY IN HER NOW!’. A far too short crop top exposed several inches of toned belly and the ensemble was so skimpy the outline of her pelvis was visible along with her lower ribs. His eyes started twitching when he got to her boobs, assuredly double D’s that defied gravity with their pertness and given the nipple outlines jutting through the purple fabric not in a bra. He barely noticed her knee length fire red hair or her vivid green eyes, the green covering far more than would be normal.

‘Uhhhh,’ he said, mental processes threatening to shut off, ‘Hi.’

‘Oh hello! I am here to meet some friends! Girlfriends!,’ she started again, her words strangely accented somewhere between australian and Russian, ‘Friends that are girls! We are not that kind of girlfriends unfortunately, I’ve asked though and maybe one day we will be.’

‘That’s very nice,’ Steven said, his IQ plummeting by the moment as what mental capacity still existed was taken up with this impossible arrival and the two women already in the room.

‘Your re-star-ra-unt is very nice!’ the red head continued, mouth going a mile a minute despite butchering many of the words, ‘The amount of food here is very enticing! Is it a bu-fat then?’

‘Yeah….all you can eat,’ Steven said, wobbling.

‘Oh good! I am very the hungry and could eat like a the pig,’ she said smiling, ‘All of the food I’ve eaten here is so delicious, every meal is great! Where I am from everyone is so thin, but here people are lucky they can be fat. My friend Raven though says that I deserve to be a ‘fat-ass’ I eat so much but it remains hard no matter what! I’ve been eating a lot though lately, can you tell me if I look ‘fat-ass?’

She turned around, showing off and sticking out an ass that made the first woman’s pert rear look both flat and flabby. Steven couldn’t say anything at this point.

‘Oh no! Look at me doing talking! I am supposed to meet friends.’

‘Ummmmm.’

‘You seem very nice Stev-en!’ she said reading his name tag badly, ‘I would give you my number, but I don’t know what it is yet! Your food here smells very nice though! I will come back many times even though I might become a fat ass! Can you tell me if my friends are here?’

Steven raised his hand, pointing at the party room’s door and almost falling over.

‘Oh thank you!’ she said, wrapping him in an incredibly strong hug, breasts driving the wind out of him, ‘I will get some food and go in!’

The waiter was so numbed mentally that he didn’t notice the red head grabbing a plate of soft serve ice cream covered in yellow mustard before entering the party room. His vision wavered, breathing heavy until the door opened again with a soft bell chime.

It would have been impossible to not be attracted to the third woman (not that many would turn away the other two though), even gay guys who liked fat old people would pop boners at her and the next one in line wasn't any exception. But for the first time Steven felt guilty about being attracted.

Woman number four was very tall. Steven was at six one and this lady had an inch at least on him without the high heels. Elegance gleamed off her, from her black pinstripe slacks to matching jacket and tight white blouse. Maybe she was older than any of the other ladies, but she had a timeless look that Steven would have believed her to be anything between a mature nineteen and spectacularly well preserved forty five if she said it. Steven’s exhausted hard on wanted to whimper looking at her, like he was sinning just by being in the same room as this perfect woman. Her legs, impossibly long, must have been spectacular beneath those slacks and the bulge at her chest was just as large as the chatter box red head. Her olive skinned face was disturbingly symmetrical, lips too firm, her eyes were almost too blue, skin too smooth. She wasn’t wearing makeup and she wouldn’t need to, it would be like putting paint onto of Renaissance statues. Her jet black hair was in a tight bun and star earring gleamed on her ears.

Steven blinked at her.

‘I’m looking for some friends of mine,’ she said, looking at Steven who didn’t know whether to respond or fall on his knees, in a voice that on its own seemed strong enough to dead lift a tank.

‘I can see that,’ he said, wilting in shame.

‘They're here I can assume by your …posture,’ she said, looking around at the temple of gluttony, ‘although I’m not sure why she chose this place to meet. She’s in a private room?’

‘Just past the oldsters,’ he replied, finding staring at her too hard.

‘Those are not oldsters. They’re people, they’re women, ones who’ve worked their entire lives to please others,’ the tall woman said, leaning in, a flash of a silver bracelet on her wrist as she put her hand on the desk and pulled Steven towards her, ‘they deserve your respect, no matter their age. Would you have people call your mother oldster? When you too grow grey would you like to be insulted? If some woman decides to be with you, will you desert her when she is no longer comely? Your disrespect disgusts me.’

She turned and Steven didn’t dare turn to look at her no doubt perfect ass. Instead he shivered and whimpered, mind practically in a blender.

‘Diana already here then?’ another voice asked as the bell chimed again.

Guest number five looked at him with a raised blonde eye brow above a bright blue eye, while her lips sucked on the straw of a whip cream heavy Frappuccino. Technically, she was very tall, six feet at least. Technically, she was in spectacular shape, her hard biceps bulging even as she sucked the fatty treat and her powerfully muscled legs bulging at white leggings. Technically, she looked like the second girls more ripped, shorter haired, taller and tanner big sister, twenty five to girl number twos nineteen. This was all technical to Steven though as he couldn’t look away from her tits.

F cups. F cups at the minimum. Huge, gigantic, hooters that had to cause car accidents every day. They surged at the bra and workout shirt as the woman walked in, jostling against the cups with the occasional sigh of a stitch. No, F cups were too small. This lady was big in the shoulders and these things still looked disproportionately huge. G cups? Holy shit, maybe Hs? He could drown in cleavage like that. Hell, he’d like to drown in them. He’d be proud to have it on his tomb stone, ‘Here lies Steven, died in epic tits.’

‘Eyes up here buddy,’ she said, finishing off the coffee drink and lifting his chin up with a finger so he looked her in the eyes.

‘I’m sorry!’ he said, feeling like a five year old with his hand in the cookie jar.

‘Trust me, its not the first time its happened, just have a thought. Not everyone has skin that’s as thick as mine. You’re more likely to get laid if you think about what’s behind the rack. You know, how I"m a person too.’

‘You’re right…I’m…I’m really sorry,’ he said, forcing his eyes up, ‘its been a weird day and I should be better.’

‘Kori already here then?’ she said looking down at his crotch.

Steven followed her gaze, eyes just briefly brushing over her cleavage to see with horror a small wet stain at his crotch, just to the side of his still rock hard member, both clear in the khaki pants.

‘Oh shit. Oh shit,’ he muttered.

‘Hey, it happens. You’re not a monster or evil or even a dick for getting turned on when five of the hottest women you’ve ever seen walk by, especially if Kori is one of them. You’re just a horny guy, its biology. Its only if you hate us for not automatically fucking you for good service or try stalking us or eye fuck us or cat call or overlook other customers for us that you’re a dick. Also don’t try stalking us, it won’t end well.’

‘You give really good advice. I’m sorry about all this, it is a bit weird,’ he said, ‘we don’t usually get women who…well. Oh shit, that would be a dick thing to imply, um…you’re friends are in the party room for privacy. The door past the two old er, I mean, senior urrr, other customers playing bridge.’

‘Thanks Steve,’ the last woman said, ‘I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other. A lot more really.’

‘Well, in that case,’ he said, this last woman’s easy demeanor and open honesty raising up some hopes, ‘I’m off in a few-‘

‘I’m a lesbian. Kind of. Its complicated,’ she said, ‘Honestly. Big dyke, like sixty percent of the time, even if I have time for it…but if  you can control yourself around my ginger friend, you can probably get laid every night this week provided you don’t die or mind sharing.’

‘What…really?’

‘Oh yeah. Huge slut, super friendly, very well, let's say foreign ideas of propriety. When we’re done she’ll probably 69 you in your car if you can talk to her for a few minutes. But seriously though, you wouldn’t be her main squeeze or even a side guy. You’d be like a cup of coffee after six course dinner. Trust me though, it’ll be the time of your life getting drunk. I’m Karen by the way, bring me all the checks and I’ll give you some other tips.’

She turned and left the waiter behind. The muscular blonde didn’t really liked being oggled, but she also understood basic biology and how one of her friends might fry someone’s brain, let alone five of them one after another. The guy was sexually shell shocked and then probably terrified by Dianna too. It was an easy pace to the party room and it slid open easily, not that she was even trying. She could have crossed the long restaurant in a heartbeat and kicked the door to Canada without even trying.

Four women turned and looked at her as she came in.

‘You’re looking very well Karen,’ Dianna said, her eyes not exactly pleased, ‘although you don’t need to show it all off.’

‘Well, let’s just say I’m proud of what the goddesses gave me to work with while I can work with it. Maybe you should do the same in civvie clothes,’ the new entrant said, walking over to the soda machine and fixing herself a suicide of half a dozen flavors before topping it with a big blob of vanilla ice cream, ‘I’m not sure that’s a good outfit for what we’re doing though. You’re professional wear would be better, although the belt would probably pinch after a bit.’

‘Hi Karen. I’m glad that we’re doing this together,’ the skinny blonde girl pipped up, ‘well, not that we’re doing this. Its kind of weird and I’m not really looking forward to it, but I’m glad you’re here too. Oh god, not that I mean you’re going to have it happen to you too!’

‘Its nice to see you to Kara,’ the taller blonde smiled, coming back to the table, ‘although the circumstances could be better. We should hang out more, talk about your classes.’

‘Kar-umph-en!’ the red head said through a mouthful of melting ice cream and mustard, ‘You, urp, look great. Who’s gribnocks do you think will be biggest at the end?’

‘We’ll just have to find out won’t we Kori, although I’ve got a bit of a start I wouldn't mind getting together and comparing some time,’ Karen said, sitting down into the chair and looking at the so far silent first woman, who sat at the end of the table, trying not to smile.

‘So Zatanna,’ she said to the brunette, ‘we’re all here. Enough super powered might to level a planet and cheese cake to put playboy out of business if we started up our own Instagram.’

‘As if,’ Diana said with a huff.

‘You say that, but your costume covers less than mine,’ the curvy blonde laughed, ‘and since you’re here its going to cover a lot less.’

‘Oh! We should check!’ Kori laughed, finishing off her mustard and ice cream, ‘Before and after!’

Diana frowned at her, eyes blazing before rolling them, ‘Alright, fine my costume is skimpy, but I didn’t design it that way. You however, put that hole in your own leotard.’

‘I didn’t know I was gonna get that big then,’ Karen huffed, sucking up ice cream and sugar, ‘I was an itty bitty, skinny little 5'2 b cup who felt self conscious around your big rack and then I went up seven cup sizes in a year, grew a foot and got ripped. Alright, we’re getting off topic. So Z, you’ve got us all here. Power Girl, Super Girl, Star Fire and Wonder Woman. A lot of power and a lot of well, feminine charm it just so happens as well which can't be a coincidence. So tell me, remind me again before we set off on all this: why did we all agree to get fat?’

 

 

[Batman76]

The flimsy background for why this is happening and out first gratuitous stuffing.

 

Chapter 2: The Spell

‘Why the need to ask my sweet PG?’ asked Zatanna, sitting back with a smile, ‘don’t trust me?’

‘Only as far as I can throw you, which is about the inner rings of Saturn, Big Z,’ Karen returned with her own grin.

‘Karen, I do not understand, I thought humans cannot breathe in space?!’ asked Starfire in alarm, ‘and Zatanna is not big, she is really the pe-tite!’

‘It’s a figure of speech sweetie,’ Zatanna told her, ‘Karen trusts me, she just wants to hear the full story before she gets started on losing that almost perfect figure. The rest of you deserve it too, you’re all giving up a lot. Noitatneserp!’

The magician waved her hand, summoning a small orb of light above the table. It swirled for a moment before forming into the shape of a woman, a tall, imperious lady in a white toga.

‘So, as some atlantean scrolls I’ve come across say, long ago there lived an Sumerian Goddess of beauty, strength and fecundity named Marna,’ the magician began, ‘she gave her people the skills to grow food from the ground and how to make sweet love to each other.’

A variety of smaller shapes appeared, growing plants as well as men and women in frantic copulation.

‘She seems like a very nice goddess!’ Starfire pointed out, ‘It took my people many eons to learn that position!’

‘Wait, but if she already had worshippers didn’t they already know how to have sex?’ asked Kara with a concerned voice, ‘And didn’t plants already grow?’

‘It’s the back story Kara,’ Zatanna said with a scowl.

‘The ways of the gods are odd and not easily understood,’ Diana turned to the youngest heroine, ‘what is important is that we show them respect.’

‘Oh yeah, Marna was big on being shown respect,’ the curvy magician continued on, the magical lightshow twisting to show a pyramid with chained slaves being led up it, ‘in very graphic fashions.’

There was the sound of an axe falling and Supergirl squeaked and covered her eyes.

‘Well, as long as they are worthy of respect,’ Wonder Woman clarified.

‘Alright, she seems like bad news,’ Karen agreed, ‘and I’m guessing somebody stopped her then?’

‘They did,’ Zatanna confirmed, image swirling to show a curvaceous woman in a very tight white robe that was split up the side to show her superb legs and round hips, ‘Marna’s High Priestess, a woman of great magical power and great looks grew tired of the slaughter her once peaceful goddess demanded. She needed to rebel, less Marna’s desire for sacrifice wipe out humanity.’

‘She looks like you!’ Starfire exclaimed, pointing, ‘Just like you her rear is a badonk!’

‘Yeah, I notice the similarities,’ confirmed Zatanna, ‘and they don’t stop there.’

‘Let me guess, she had four allies,’ Karen said, ‘who also happened to be powerful and beautiful women.’

‘Oh yeah,’ the Magician agreed, the presentation changing again to show a very tall woman in shining bronze armor, ‘from Greece she recruited a Princess of the Amazons, immensely strong, impossibly statuesque, her dignity unquestionable.’

‘I’m glad to see somethings haven’t changed,’ smirked Dianna.

‘From the northern steppes came another princess,’ continued Zatanna as the image shifted to show a nearly nude woman with an easy smile and very red hair, ‘a shipwrecked Tamaranean woman who had become a queen of the barbarians.’

‘Oh! My great aunt Toriander!’ Kori laughed, ‘Her griblocks are much saggier now though!’

‘With such powerful allies did the Priestess fight Marna,’ Zatanna described, image showing the trio fighting the demons and angels of the Goddess with magic, might and sword, ‘but they weren’t strong enough. When things seemed desperate, two women came from the stars!’

The projection showed two women in skin tight jumpsuits, one of them a few years older and more curvaceous. Both removed helmets to show long blonde hair, before the sun envigorated them and they charged into battle to save the original three fighters and knock the goddess Marna to the ground.

‘Okay, so a very unlikely combination of a demi-goddess and three demi-godesses like aliens that all resemble us showed up and kicked the bitch’s ass,’ Power Girl said with another slurp, ‘but I don’t see our need to join the obesity statistics.’

‘Yeah, no offense meant at all,’ added Kara, ‘but you a bit unclear on that. Sorry.’

‘Okay, if you’ll let me go on!’ Zatanna said with a huff, ‘with the Kryptonians they were strong enough to beat Marna or so it seemed. She regrew instantly from the ground, strong as ever and thrashed the exhausted five heroines. They only barely escaped to plot their next move.’

The heroines, battered and bloodied, fled the vengeful goddess and hid on an island. They huddled together conspiratorially and then retired to couches where servants began to bring them food. Their bodies, slim and toned to perfection began to soften and bulk by the moment. The tamaranian’s slim legs spread until they slapped into each other with meaty thumps. With a creak the bronze abdominals of the Amazon’s breastplate took on the dome shape of the huge gut behind them. The slim Kryptonian girl grew the curves of her older companion and continued on, catching up to her triple chinned, senior who’s breasts were hanging on each side of a mountain of fat rolls. Lastly, the Priestess’ tight rear end flared out like a wild fire, ripping her dress in half.

All five of the women watching cringed.

‘I understand the need to take in sustenance after a battle, but I don’t see why turning into that would help,’ said Diana.

‘What? No declarations about the respect needed for everyone when its an Amazon with a bit of blubber?’ asked Karen.

‘These women were warriors, heroes!’ Diana exclaimed, ‘discipline should be their watchword, on the field and at the table! How can they fight when they’re…like that?’

‘It was the only way too fight,’ Zatanna exclaimed, ‘Marna embodied strength, beauty and fecundity. Together they had enough to beat her on the first two, but not the last. Only by gorging until they were avatars of fecundity themselves could they beat her.’

Once more the scene shifted to a battle, this time the heroines shattering Marna for good before going their separate ways. However, their fighting was much slower and had several pauses for breath.

‘I get the strength requirement, but why the looks?’ asked Kara, ‘Why would that matter?’

‘Gods are the embodiment of their traits,’ Diana explained, ‘only by being better at those traits can someone beat them. Thus the requirement for strength, beauty and ugh, weight to overthrow the goddess.’

‘Well, I guess that makes sense, but I’m not really sure about the beauty thing,’ Super Girl said shyly.

‘You made number four of the ‘Hottest Superheroine Top 100’ in your debut year,’ Karen said, ‘you’ve got the looks, trust me.’

‘You shouldn’t read those abominable magazines,’ Diana reminded her.

‘Your just jealous that their centerfold offer to me was bigger,’ Power Girl prodded her.

‘If you want to compare yourself to meat, go ahead,’ the Amazon said, ‘but if you must, know that I got offered more per pound tubby. Those frappachinos you suck down aren’t doing your waistline any favors.’

‘We’ll see in a few months wide wonder,’ Karen smirked and turned away, ‘so Z, before Dianna and I have a throw down and level the block, I’m guessing Marda is coming back?’

‘Unfortunately it seems that way,’ the magician replied, ‘some cultists summoned her. I captured them all, but not before they completed the ritual. She’ll be back in six months and we’ll need to be in tip bottom shape to beat her.’

‘But Zatanna! You are the magic, can’t you make us all fat right before she gets here?’ asked Kori, ‘would that not be easier?’

‘Unfortunately we’ve got to eat our way there the old fashion way,’ Zatanna answered, ‘the scrolls were strangely specific.’

‘Okay, so given we can’t risk that they were written by some ancient pervert I’ll agree on that,’ said Power Girl, ‘but I’ve found a small wrinkle in your plan. You see, Kara and I are Kryptonians under a yellow sun and with that comes the whole package of super. Super strength, speed, invulnerability, hearing, vision and of course, metabolism. To demonstrate, I have never done a sit up and yet I’ve got these b**s.’

With that she stood and lifted her shirt up, exposing an utterly jacked torso studded with highly defined abdominals and flanked by sleek obliques. Starfire cooed and leaned towards them, while Diana tried looking away but found her eyes drawn to the Kryptonian’s rockhard belly. Kara blushed, hand going to her own stomach which while very flat lacked such definition.

‘I don’t gain weight,’ Karen continued, tapping her steely belly, ‘like at all, not since my boobs came in anyway. And I eat like a damn pig too. Every pay day I get three boxes of two dozen donuts each for the workers at my company. When I stop by the bakery, I have to get four because I’ll eat a whole box on the way. I suck 1,200 calorie frappuchinos like water. I eat half a dozen foot long hot dogs every lunch and a family size Chinese takeout every night before I break out the ice cream and hot fudge. If you ate half of what I do you’d be in a motorized wheel chair by winter, Z.’

Kara looked shocked, ‘You mean…I’ve been trying to avoid the freshman fifteen this whole semester and I could have been stuffing my face with anything I wanted!?’

‘Wait, that is not a normal diet on earth?’ asked Starfire in confusion.

‘You disgusting glutton,’ Diana said with horror, ‘you’re abusing your powers! Bragging about being offered to strip when you didn’t even earn your beauty!’

‘Didn’t you get your looks from Aphrodite?’ asked Karen, ‘You don’t exactly hold back at lunch.’

‘That’s different! I exercise everyday outside of hero duties!’ stated the Amazon, ‘Runs and javelins and shot puts and weight lifting! I don’t even use my powers to do them either! Most days I only eat vegetarian! I deserve a treat sometimes! I earned this body!’

‘Ladies, ladies please. Rest assured I’ve taken your differing powers and species into account. While my own butt happily clings to anything I eat, for you all,’ Zatanna said, ‘I’ve got a solution. A magical one, a spell that’ll slow down your metabolisms to a normal, dangerously slow level while increasing your appetite to a woman in her third trimester with triplets without counting against the ‘no magical fat’ rule.’

‘Wow. A spell that’ll make me hungrier than normal and easily gain weight. It sounds too good to be true,’ Karen said sarcastically, face forming a frown, ‘what’s the side effect?’

‘Well…it’s a small one…but you’re powers will turn off at first. Just for two hours and then after you’re done eating they’ll come back.’

‘I’ve fought minotaurs and gorgons without powers before,’ bragged Diana snidely, with a glance at Karen, ‘one of the benefits of staying in exercise PG.’

‘It took a few weeks for mine to kick in when I first got to earth,’ Kara said with a shrug, ‘I can go a few hours without them.’

‘But I don’t technically have powers,’ observed Kori, ‘this is just how my species is. It would be like taking away your ability to breathe.’

‘Yeah, well magic is screwy, what can I say,’ shrugged Zatanna.

‘Well, lets hope no supervillains break in here while we’re eating,’ sighed Karen, ‘what’s the other side effect?’

‘Well, your stamina will take a hit, even when your powers are active,’ Zatanna confirmed, ‘and you’ll feel every ounce of it even at your strongest.’

‘A small price to pay for defeating an evil such as you described,’ said Diana, ‘I’ll exercise harder to make up for it.’

‘And once we beat Marda and undo the spell…well you have to lose it the old fashion way,’ Zatanna added, ‘no magic, no super science. Just good old diet and exercise.’

‘I’ll be back to normal in a week,’ smirked Diana, ‘its just a few months of Karen’s normal diet, I mean grossly over eating. It won’t hurt my discipline.’

‘And we have to each gain at least a hundred pounds,’ the magician finished, ‘the fatter we get the better.’

Everyone stared at her.

‘Well, more cushion for the pushing is something I don’t mind but…damn, here I was thinking I could hide it at work by sucking my stomach in,’ said Power Girl, ‘but…well, if its to stop a monster like you described I’ll let my diet catch up to me.’

‘Ugh, well, I’m not getting many dates anyway,’ sighed Kara, ‘at least I’ll get to feel what having boobs is like.’

‘Everyone always says they want to see more of me!’ exclaimed starfire, ‘so this is excellent! My boyfriend Dick and our girlfriend Babs will be so happy!’

‘Its just looks,’ sighed Diana, ‘if I risk life and limb fighting super villains then getting some pudge is nothing. I’m in.’

‘Alright ladies,’ said Zatanna standing up and cracking her knuckles, ‘say good bye to your abs and hello to the Plus Size aisle, cause we’re getting fat starting here!’

The curvy magician gave her tight caboose one last pat and raised her hands, saying, ‘Ekil kool ll’ti gip a neth, gip a ekil stca dna gip a ekil stea ti fi!’

From a dark corner of the party room,so dark that two Kryptonians couldn't see it, two green eyes gleamed above an evil smile.

‘Um, does anyone else feel any different?’ asked Karen after the magic rolled over her, ‘I’m only feeling my usual mid afternoon snack time hungry. And I’m not exactly feeling powerless.’

‘I could eat, I guess?’ confirmed Kara, the skinny girl rising from her seat and hovering a few inches above the floor, ‘and my powers are still on.’

Diana stood easily, dashed to the side of the room and picked up the side of the soda fountain. It weighed at least three hundred pounds but she held it by its handle easily, doing a curl with it.

‘My strength does not seem to have abandoned me either, are you sure it worked Zatanna?’ asked the Amazon.

‘Oh trust me, its working,’ smiled the magician.

With a click and a soft yelp, Supergirl suddenly lowered to the floor. Alarm flashed on Diana’s face as second by second the soda machine began to feel heavier and heavier, her firm arm first straining and then trembling as she tried to keep it up. Her other hand grabbed it and she strained, beads of sweat on her forehead as she lowered it down with a heavy clank. Her hands shook, her thighs trembled and beads of sweat were on her forehead. Power Girl, still seated, opened her mouth to say something and instead grunted unexpectedly.

‘Friend Karen, are you alright?’ asked Starfire with concern.

‘Yeah, ow,’ the now powerless Kryptonian tried to play off, rubbing her lower back, ‘just some unexpected soreness.’

‘Only your griblocks are much lower!’ pointed out the friendly alien, her tan finger poking helpfully into Power Girl’s heavy chest.

Heavy did describe them now, Karen thought. For years her chest had just been there, huge yes, attractive enough to turn herself on yes, big enough to make dressing appropriately hard yes. But they hadn’t really weighed her down or sagged despite their 40G cup size. Now though…they pulled down on her shoulders and lower back. Her bra, which didn’t quite fit at the best of times, now pinched the suddenly sensitive boob fat which overflowed its cups, bulging at the sides of her arms. Even breathing was more difficult, each inhalation having to push these giant sacks of mammary meat up.

‘You are very much saggy now,’ pointed out Kori before sticking out her own chest, ‘am I?’

Starfire’s own impressive set of DDs hadn’t actually changed. Maybe it was their smaller size, but they didn’t seem to sag at all. Feeling jealous, Karen tried to zoom in on them with her binocular vision only for nothing to of course happen.

‘Yeah, just a bit Kori,’ Power Girl groaned as a stitch in her bra popped, ‘at least were not hungry yet.’

‘Yeah, that might take a few minutes,’ confirmed Zatanna, ‘let’s start eating ladies. I wouldn't want you all wasting away.'

….

Wonder Woman led the five out of the room, her heels clicking loudly in the now empty restaurant. The women with their card game had left, while the cashier across the way with his perverted thoughts cringed as he made eye contact with Diana. She grinned to think that she could still put fear into someone so weak willed, but that didn’t stop her hand shaking.

That machine had been so heavy. At first it was nothing, no heavier than a piece of paper or a main battle tank was to an Amazon, particularly one with her discipline. But then second by second it had gotten heavier and heavier, so much so that both her hands couldn’t move it. No, it hadn’t gotten heavier, she, Diana of Themiscyra had gotten weaker and weaker. Twenty minutes ago she could have picked up the restaurant and carried it to the moon…now, now she was no stronger than a well conditioned mortal woman. Involuntarily she shivered, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

‘Silence your fears girl!’ her own mind yelled at her, the disciplind emotion sounding like her mother’s voice during her punishing childhood training, ‘You are an Amazon! Fear is beneath you! Even powerless, even disabled you will fight on!’

Diana shrugged her shoulders, feeling a jostle in her chest as she did. He own breasts had also lost the pertness that came from being able to casually ignore gravities pull, but unlike Karen the Amazon hadn’t vocalized it at least. She’d take a spear through the gut without wincing, that was the Amazon way!

Gut. Soon she’d have a gut, she thought as she picked up a tray and wandered into the food section. That would be very strange indeed, even with her powers. Fat was alien to the Amazons, Diana having been raised on an island with thousands of perfectly fit and utterly beautiful warrior women had been shocked for weeks to see fat people when arriving in America for the first time years earlier. Their wobbling and waddling had disgusted her, made her think she was surrounded by victims of some sort of plague. No Amazon had ever let herself get fat, it had been instilled into them at childhood.

‘Look at this pudge!’ Hippolyta’s voice had yelled as her finger dug into the childish softness of her daughter’s belly decades before, ‘The cooks have been letting you sneak cookies again haven’t you? Did I build you as an Amazon or as a sow?

That had not been a good day, Diana remembered. She’d lost her childish softness through training, gained discipline. She hadn’t had a cookie since and had no desire for one. Indeed, none of this greasy, over spiced food held any appeal. Just smelling it made her want to vomit. She couldn’t understand how Power Girl was piling a tray high with fries and fried chicken, or how Supergirl could stand making a mountain of mashed potatoes. Those two deserved the blow up that would hit them!

It’ll hit me too, she thought, well, I’ll have to eat something.

Suddenly the smells changed. In the space of a heart beat the formerly revolting smell of fatty buffet food went from disgusting to delicious. Savvory chicken, glistening sauce, gleaming fried potatoes, steamy wontons stuffed with cream cheese, succulent bacon fat! Just smelling it made her feel half mad and Diana realized with shock her mouth was open and drooling.

She closed it quick before anyone could see it and started loading her tray up with food. Chicken, yes chicken was good protein, not bad for you. Yes, it was fried and swimming in a thick orange sauce that might add a few calories here or there but nothing too bad. Better get more than one spoonful, yes, five would be good!

Diana licked her perfectly symmetrical lips at the plate, ignoring how she felt the weight of it in her hands.

Oh, better not only get one thing. I need to balance that out, with some salad probably. I’ll need fiber!

Her heels clicked on the tile as she neared the salad bar, but never reached it. Instead she caught the smell of something straight from heavy, gooey and hot, dripping with butter and stuffed with perfect chocolatey goodness. A desert table, one half of it stacked with row after row of cookies. Chocolate chip, macadamia nut, double chocolate fudge, yuck raisin.

One or two won’t hurt me, Diana thought, picking up the first chocolate chip. I haven’t had one for years, why its been a century. One for each decade since should be enough. There fifteen! That’ll be good. Might as well grab two for the trip to the seat.

‘Great Hera!’ taking a small bite of the cookie as she walked towards a booth held by Zatanna.

Sweet chocolate, so hot to be almost molten! Crumbly, delicate cookie crust! Her mouth gobbled up the rest of the cookie in two steps, the second in three. Five of them had disappeared by the time she sat down next to Zatanna, who was attacking a pile of Mexican pork with gusto herself. Diana would usually have had a comment on such gluttony, but now she was too focused on the cookies.

Six, seven, eight, nine and ten.

Diana’s eyes crossed. Never had she had such pleasure in her life, not from the burn of working out, not from the sting of battle, not when she’d first lain with another Amazon or the time she and superman had put a crater on the dark side of the moon.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

Diana’s perfectly manicured hand went towards another cookie and she frowned like a child to see there were none left. Her tongue absently licked at some chocolate at the side of her mouth, while her stomach gave a small cry of protest. She looked down past the swell of her chest and realized she was feeling her belt dig into her belly. Well it was on the loosest setting, she might as well get used to it being on other holes. Adjusting it, she felt her hunger increase.

She tried a bite of chicken and almost fell over. Usually she went vegetarian, following a diet that had kept ever Amazon with a perfect set of abs for five thousand years. But this chicken…this sauce! Oh Hera and Athena! Diana had another bite and another, closing her eyes until suddenly her fork hit nothing. She looked down, seeing only sauce on her once full plate. Zatanna was only half done with her pork.

‘I got you a drink,’ said the magician, sliding over a cup filled with fizzy soda.

Usually the Amazon Princess didn’t indulge in such frivolities, but when need must and that chicken had been quite salty. She shuddered as the sugary sweetness hit her and frowned when her straw sucked only air.

Diana loosened her belt another notch and then when her friend was looking away quickly scooped some sauce into her mouth. Oh Mount Olympus it was good! Diana stood, hurrying back to the buffet. Her stomach let out a growl like a captive hydra, demanding more feeding.

More of that glorious chicken! She scooped it onto her plate, a small mountain of it forming and some sauce splashed on her jacket sleeve. Diana sucked it off in a heartbeat and kept spooning out food, a few more splatters of various sauces hitting her clothes. Chicken, pork, beef, all different types! Fried potatoes! Mashed potatoes! A baked potato! More cookies! Oh a piece of cake! Better get two!

Soon her tray groaned, at least five loaded plates and three cups filled with cola precariously stacked on it. It trembled and shook, at Diana’s limit to hold it up. Even powerless she was still a very tall and very strong woman, but this…this was a lot of food. The jiggling, wobbling food right beneath her nose taunted her. She wanted it in her mouth, in her belly!

Diana was drooling again, mouth open like a zombie. But this time she didn’t close it, instead she raised up the tray and tilted her head, taking a big bite of orange chicken, filling her cheeks, not, not caring at the big orange stain that was now on her blouse, not even bothering to close her mouth as she chewed.

‘Hera and Aphrodite,’ the greek woman moaned through food, sitting at the nearest booth, unable to stand it anymore.

Digging in without even a fork, shoveling it into her mouth with sticky hands, the chicken was soon gone. She loosed her belt, smearing grease on her skirt, then started on another stack of cookies that soon vanished. By the beef she’d undid the belt completely. By the time she got started on the various varieties of pork products, Diana had undid her size 6 skirt to make room for her swollen belly. As the last of her soda disappeared, the Amazon stood up, suddenly unsteady on her high heel. She wobbled to the buffet, not bothering with a plate as she leaned against the desert table.

A sea of cookies, cakes, pies and puddings loomed at her, along with an entire bin of whipped cream. It had been looted by Diana and the other women but was still mostly intact. Seeing only the food that was there was not in her mouth, the Princess dived in.

[Batman76]

Chapter 2.5: Karen's perspective and the End of the Feast

Power Girl thought herself prepared for what was about to happen. As admitted, she had a huge appetite. She ate when she was bored, she ate when she was frustrated, she ate when she was upset and most of all she ate when she was hungry, which given how large her stomach was from all that frequent eating was a lot. Her regular habits of donuts for breakfast, frequent handfuls of candy after, plenty of hot dogs and burgers for lunch, more candy, Chinese food and or a large pizza for dinner and then ice cream was for most women a recipe for dietary disaster. Only her inhuman metabolic rate let her keep her similarly inhuman physique. Her assumption after Zatanna had cast a spell was that she’d just be at her regular level of hunger.

This assumption was not to be a correct one.

She made up the tail end of the procession of heroines, moving slowly, feeling almost crippled by her own breasts. With every step her lower back gave a twinge, a warning of things to come. They pulled down at her shoulders and her bra bit into them viciously. Karen had felt that she might need to go from G to H for a while now, but when she was invulnerable and defiant of gravity it hadn’t seemed important. She’d liked having huge breasts, she’d been turned on by her own bouncy front meat and only annoyed about how hard it made to find clothing that fit. Now though, with every step causing a wince they didn’t seem quite so enjoyable. It was getting to the point that she was barely noticing how before her eyes were both Starfire’s heart shaped booty barely restrained in denim cut offs and Zatanna’s bulging posterior tugging against a tight leather skirt.

Well, almost.

Karen was never one to overlook a tight butt in front of her, no matter if her boobs were hurting and a slight pang of hunger was starting to gnaw in her stomach. Walking into the buffet area, and putting a hand to her lower back, the kryptonian smelled the same buffet ‘fried’ smell she usually did at such establishments, which only made her hungrier.

She focused on it, it let her ignore the feeling of helplessness. Used to perfectly athletic grace even when not using super speed, she felt like she was mired in tar. When she could usually hear and see everything for miles around due to her senses, now it was like her head was in a sack. Without any ability to fly she felt nailed to the ground.

Not having super powers she concluded, sucked ass. Ugly ass.

Going into the buffet, Karen started filling up a plate with fried chicken and fries. It wasn’t her favorite, but it would do as a starter. She usually cleared three or four plates a meal, but maybe this over eating spell would increase that. After filling up another float, the muscular blonde woman followed super girl over to a booth and took a seat.

‘So Kara, I know we haven’t got to talk much the past few months? How’s your first semester going?’ she asked the other kryptonian, ‘I know you’re trying to do a computer science program, right? How’s working with the clunky crap that is earth technology?’

‘Tell me about it!’ said the skinny girl with an eye roll, ‘I mean, keyboards and mice? Are these b**s toys?’

‘Haha, its like they don’t even know what a civilization is!’ laughed Karen, ‘I know they try but they might as well be rubbing sticks together!’

‘They’re trying at least. There’s one professor who’s starting to look over my ideas but most of my fellow students are pretty contemptuous. Hey, look at Diana over there’ the younger version of herself confirmed, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes to her mouth, ‘something in those cookies?’

Across from them, Wonder Woman was shot gunning cookie after cookie into her mouth. Karen turned watching in amazement as the icy brunette began demolishing a pile of orange chicken, the fried meat disappearing in less than a minute, before rising, clumsily loosening her belt and stumbling for more food.

‘Wow, I guess she was wound up so tight that when she let rip everything tore open,’ said Karen in amazement, ‘ten bucks she’s the fattest of us when this is over?’

‘Ummmmm,’ was all Supergirl would reply with.

‘What’s that…holy shit Kara!’ Power Girl exclaimed, seeing that the other woman’s big plate of mashed potatoes and roast beef, along with its plentiful gravy had vanished in the past thirty seconds. Even the plate was licked clean, the only evidence of its existence a few drops of gravy on the peace sign of Kara’s shirt.

‘Ish…ish really gooood,’ the lithe blonde slurred, rising up unsteadily from her seat, letting Karen see how her flat belly had developed a little bulge before she started shambling towards the buffet, passing Diana who labored under such an immense tray of food her arms shook and occasionally dunked her face onto the plates on her way back to her seat. Kara didn’t bother with trays or plates, taking a ladle and beginning to spoon gravy directly from its bin into her mouth.

Karen’s big blue eyes widened in shock. Surely some part of the spell had gone wrong, it couldn’t make them this hungry could it? She looked at Zatanna in confirmation, but the magician was rubbing her own first trimester food baby as she loaded up a plate of mini burritos. Karen made to rise, almost tripping over herself and cursing as she forgot she wasn’t going to fly up for the moment. Without powers she was both clumsy and top heavy, but she’d be able to stop Supergirl at least until Zatanna fixed the magic. She’d hold the younger Kryptonian back if she had to, it would probably actually be easier without powers. Both women’s super strength was equal, but without it Kara was a 5’6, 110lb twig while Power Girl was 170lbs of muscle on a six foot frame.

‘Kara! There’s something wrong, you’ve got to stop!,’ she said, trotting to the other blonde’s side, ignoring a few winces when her chest bounced too hard, ‘Kara…hey this stuff smells really good.’

The food did smell amazing, like heaven really. Maybe just a handful while she dragged Kara away. Couldn't hurt, right?

….

An hour and a half later and the buffet was destroyed. Its not that there was no food left, five thin women even on a rampage couldn’t eat that much, but what remained was splattered across tables, the ceiling, other food containers and superheroines. It was silent, save for a few groans, the on/off churn of an ice cream dispenser and several constant, quiet biting sounds. Steven was nowhere in sight, having hidden in the kitchen in shellshock.

Zatanna polished off her eighth plate, a nice sized steak, half a dozen muscles and a pile of bread sticks having disappeared down her lips. She lowered one hand to her belly and found it swollen, warm and groaning faintly. Its tan dome stretched out her shirt beneath her tits, showing several inches of resultant gluttony that brushed faintly on the edge of the table. For a moment she tried to undo the button to stop her tight skirt from pinching, only to find that it had ripped off due to the pressure earlier and that the zipper was broken. The magician could take off the garment, but that would mean standing up to shimmy it off which would mean she’d have to get up. She could also fix it with magic, but that wouldn’t work until she stopped eating and this poutine her other hand was feeding her was really good.

Being a stage performer in Vegas required staying in tip top shape, unfortunately for Zatanna the women in her family tended towards ever increasing bottom heaviness with exceptionally heavy gains in their late twenties. She’d been on a very strict diet and a very harsh exercise regime for four years just to stay in the same fishnets less she look chunky on stage or worse, look like a whale next to the other superheroines. She knew with utter confidence how good she looked, but knowing that you’ll be frequently pictured next to someone like Diana or Karen, women who never seemed to be bloated or have a bad hair day, was enough of a motivation she hadn’t touched a buffet in all her years in Vegas. Now though, she could eat whatever she wanted and those superhuman hard bodies would be puffing up right by her! In some ways the threat of Marna was an answer to her prayers.

‘Z…urg…Zatanna,’ a pained voice moaned as Power Girl crawled towards her on hands and knees, her arms and legs shaking from the effort.

‘What’s up Karen? Aside from our blood sugar levels that is,’ the magician joked as Karen toppled over on her side.

Power Girl looked like a wreck of herself. Grease and sauce made a ring around her mouth, a lock of her short blonde hair had turned red from ketchup and it looked like a modern art exhibit had been done on her sleeveless workout top and the tops of her heavy breasts. Her gut was enormously distended, pushing her shirt up and her leggings down to the point Zatanna could see Karen wasn’t wearing underwear either. That was almost inconsequential though, Karen’s stomach was eye catching. She still had abs, for the moment, but they were stretched across an enormously tan dome that bulged out over most of Karen’s lap. Zatanna’s own late term food baby was impressive, but the blonde woman looked ready to pop with twins. It groaned and gurgled like a bomb about to go off and Karen rubbed it, wincing at the touch.

‘My powers…urg…they’re not coming back…ugh…what’s wrong?’ the Kryptonian demanded.

‘Oh, poor stupid Karen. Your powers are never coming back. I was jealous, of you mostly being able to eat anything you wanted,’ confirmed Zatanna, ‘so I tricked you!’

‘What!?’ Power girl asked groggily, trying to push herself up and failing.

‘I made up a story to lure you here, hit you with an irreversible spell and now you’ll spend your days as a mere human failing against the battle of the bulge like the rest of us,’ Zatanna said with an evil grin, ‘getting fatter and fatter, struggling to walk, winding up in a wheel chair!’

Karen stared at her in horror, only for Zatanna to break off into girlish giggling.

‘Ugh, you bitch,’ she grunted, ‘that…umf… wasn’t funny!’

‘Yeah it was!’ the magician argued, ‘you should have seen your face!’

‘Haha,’ the Kryptonian moaned from the floor, ‘then…urf…why aren’t…urk…my powers coming back? I’ve stopped eating!’

‘Have you?’ asked Zatanna

‘Yeah, twenty …munch… minutes ago,’ Karen confirmed.

‘Really? Because to me it looks like you’re eating French fries out of your cleavage,’ the brunette wizard pointed out with one of her own poutine fries.

Power Girl looked down, finding that both the rim of her bra and the thick valley of her cleavage was stuffed with at least a large order of fries. She groaned and then took another handful of them.

‘Why did I do this again?’

‘You said you wanted to hide them from Kori,’ Zatanna confirmed, ‘it didn’t work and you half came from her eating them off you anyway, then you decided to do it again but got distracted by what was left of the ravioli before you could find her.’

‘Ughhh,’ moaned the Kryptonian, ‘well…I don’t want to waste these…’

‘There’s the fat girl spirit!’ said Zatanna, punching the air theatrically, ‘Act like that and we’ll be fat enough to kick that Marna bitch’s face in, goddess or not.’

For a moment there was only chewing sounds as the two stuffed women topped themselves off.

‘Z?’ asked Karen.

‘Yeah?’

‘Its not going to be like this every day is it?’ asked Karen.

‘No, it shouldn’t but there could be, well phases when you’re hungrier than other times,’ the magician confirmed.

‘K-k-karen…’Supergirl’s voice moaned from across the room.

‘We should go help her,’ Karen said, making no motion to get off the floor.

‘Yeah, you should,’ Zatanna winked, ‘my skirts shredded and I can’t magic it up until this poutine is done. You on the other hand are all out of fries.’

It was true Karen realized, pulling her hand out of her bra where it had been alternating between searching for more potato wedges and tweaking her nipple. After a moment she felt the dull ache in her lower back recede and the immense G cups regain their lofty perk as her powers returned. With a slow, almost geologic pace she rose up, both hands on her heavily swollen gut. She still felt the immense weight of the food, but Zatanna had said at the start she’d feel every pound even with powers. She peered out, x-ray vision cutting through buffet tables to find Supergirl stranded by the desert tables. With slow, weary steps Karen left the still munching Zatanna behind and stumbled towards her other friends, both hands massaging her stomach.

Super Girl was flat on her back, a cake pan and a tray of what had been brownies next to her on the floor. White icing and dark fudge stained her mouth and her shirt, which had been pushed up so high it might as well be a tube top. Despite Kara’s skinny frame, her belly was larger than Karen’s own swollen gut by a good half a foot and sloshed dangerously. She was finishing off the last brownie as Karen walked up.

‘Yeah? What’s, urrr I need some pepto, what’s wrong?’ Karen asked.

‘I’m almost out of food,’ the other kryptonian pouted, as if there wasn’t enough for a family of ten in her gut, ‘and they won’t share!’

They were Diana and Starfire. The Amazon princess was sprawled on the nearest desert table, vanilla and chocolate pudding mixing in her half freed hair. Her belt flapped open above the ripped button hole of her pants, which had died first before being followed by the buttons of her formerly white blouse one by one, none able to hold against the irresistible bulge of her mammoth food baby. Her shirt was open at this point, revealing a lacey red bra cradling a very pert pair of E cups that were home to a large collection of crumbs. She glared at Karen and Kara and shoved another cookie into her mouth.

‘There’s only…munch…twelve left…,’ Wonder Woman declared selfishly, ‘I let you smell them, the rest of the cookies are mine!’

‘You can have as much as ice cream as you want Kara!’ Starfire said helpfully, ‘but you have to come get it!’

The red haired alien was leaning back in a chair, her head craned back to allow ice cream to funnel into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged with vanilla fudge swirl, puffing out like a chip monk until she released the machine’s lever and then swallowed with a gulp. Maybe it was her alien physiology, but the Tamaranean’s stomach just looked kind of puffy in comparison to the rest of the bloated heroines.

‘Karen, carry me over to get ice cream!’ Kara huffed like a child, trying to fold her arms under chest but finding her belly in the way.

‘I think that you’ve had enough,’ Power Girl sighed, bending gingerly to pick her friend up.

It wasn’t her weight, even with all the food she’d eaten she could pick up a thousand girls with Kara’s skinny frame. It was having to bend over at all, her stomach so huge it bumped her mid thigh region as she bent. Ignoring the pain, Karen managed to get one arm under Kara’s shoulders and the other under her legs, cradling her like an infant that saw the coed’s slim face pressed against Karen’s heavy right boob. Halfway through the Italian section she started snoring.

‘How are we going to do this Zatanna?’ Karen demanded when she got back to the magician.

‘Well, we open our mouths you see and…’

‘Z, we just demolished about four grand worth of food. They’ll have to spend hours cleaning this place up. If anyone had been in the way we’d have ran them over. I’m surprised the poor waiter didn’t call the cops, as is we either turned him gay or gave him a fat fetish,’ Karen went on, trying to ignore Super Girl snuggling her tit, ‘my company is doing pretty well now and I know you signed an eight-million-dollar deal with that casino.’

‘It was nine million actually,’ Zatanna confirmed, finishing off her poutine.

‘Fine, nine million. Which I’m sure they’ll honor when you start waddling onto the stage next month,’ Karen rolled her eyes, ‘point is, we can afford to eat like this. The others can’t, even if the hunger is only a tenth this bad. Kara’s a student on a scholarship, I don’t even know if Diana’s ambassador job has a salary and Kori…, well I have no idea what Kori does for money and I’m not sure I want to know really, but when that tight little ass of hers rips its way out of her jeans she’ll surely be earning a lot less. That’s not even counting the new clothes they’ll surely need.’

‘Relax,’ Zatanna said, ‘I’ve got it covered. If you’ll look at…can you hand me my purse?’

‘No, you’re done eating and I’ve got enough in my hands with Kara trying to nurse me,’ Power Girl denied her, while trying to jostle Supergirl’s lips off her shirt.

‘Ugh, fine,’ Zatanna said, ‘Em ot stengam!’

Four small, pink metal pigs flew out from Zatanna’s small purse, hovering over the hand not rubbing her stomach.

‘Fridge magnets?’

‘Special fridge magnets,’ explained the magician, sliding one over to Karen who bent at the knee to pick it up, ‘put it on a fridge and to any woman who opens it up it’ll be full of all their favorite goodies, restocking every time.’

‘You know we could solve world hunger with things like these?’ asked Karen, ‘let my company take a look at them and we could start building them by next year!’

‘They were made by a demonic diet cult using the hearts of very bitchy cheerleading captains,’ Zatanna explained, ‘they also have a nasty sense of humor.’

‘Hungry again already lard ass?’ the small pig chimed at Karen in a preppy voice.

‘Lovely,’ sighed the Kryptonian, pocketing it and gliding over to put the other in Supergirl’s purse, ‘look, I need to get her home before she rounds second base. I’ll stay in touch Z, message me if you find anything and be sure to give Kori and Diana the same little demon magnets. I’ll let you cover the check, be sure to tip the poor waiter well and to wipe any security cameras.’

She stretched out an arm to put the other pig magnet in Kara’s purse. Unrestrained, the groggy Kryptonian girl pulled down Karen’s top to reveal half of her immense rack. Firm, teardrop shaped, succulent, large as its owners head its golden skin and upturned pink nipple practically glowed. The sleeping, food drunk Kara locked her lips around it and started sucking, some sensation for more food making infancy’s instincts kick in. Power Girl moved to stop her, then froze, shivering on the spot with her eyes crossing.

‘Having fun?’ asked Zatanna

‘Ooooooo,’ moaned Karen, reluctantly pulling the unconscious Kara off her nipple and pulling her shirt up, ‘she’s good. For a virgin she’s really good.’

‘Better than me?’ asked Zatanna with a cocked eyebrow.

‘Well…it has been a while,’ Karen grinned, ‘maybe you got rusty.’

‘Meet me at my penthouse in the Venetian an hour after you drop her off,’ the magician grinned.

‘But I’m so dirty,’ Karen flirted at her, ‘I’ll need to clean.’

‘The bathroom has that huge Jacuzzi,’ Zatanna promised, trying and failing to lean forwards seductively due to her stomach, ‘we can take as long to clean up as you need.’

‘That sounds nice Z,’ Power Girl said regretfully, ‘but as full as I am, I don’t feel too sexy right now.’

‘Trust me Karen,’ Zatanna promised her, ‘it looks really good on you. I’ll leave the window unlocked, just in case.’

Power Girl bit her lip, ‘An hour ten. I’ll need to send an email into work letting them know I won’t be in until after lunch.’

'Just until lunch? The hotel has a really nice buffet...'

'They can surely manage until after the weekend,' Karen said, clitoris quivering.

The still statuesque, if bloated blonde, hurried to the door, and slid through it with some difficulty due to carrying Supergirl. There was a thud and a shattering sound as Kara's invulnerable head broke the left door, although it wasn't nearly hard enough to wake her. There was a faint woosh as Karen took off from the still deserted back parking lot.

Zatanna smiled, then used magic to fix her skirt button which immediately threatened to pop off again. Another word turned the mini-skirt into a comfortable pare of sweats and she slid out, feeling dreamy and warm with this much food in her. She slowly headed over to where Diana lay groaning in the wreckage, some realization of her utter lapse in discipline starting to coalesce in her brain, to give the Amazon the pig magnet that would insure her path to obesity would be cheap. Absentmindedly, Zatanna made sure to pick through the wreckage for any edible morsels on her way.

She didn't notice another woman idly watching her from another booth, a stunning physical specimen every bit the equal of the stuffed heroines, albeit with a much flatter waist and long, purple hair.

'Eat up piggies,' giggled Circe the witch, 'I need more power.'

[Batman76]

Chapter 2.75: Seduction

Las Vegas, Zatanna’s Penthouse, Night of Day 1 (Thursday)

Several small, frantic knocks sounded at Zatanna’s open window. With a sigh, she abandoned the tray of chocolate dipped strawberries room service had delivered, got up from her bed and sashayed over to the window. With high heels, a seductive pose and a mostly open front it was a sight for sore eyes, marred only by the bulging puffiness of her stomach. Outside the window, Power Girl hung thirty stories up in the night air above the neon glow of the Vegas Strip. She’d showered off and changed into a different pair of leggings and a new shirt, but her immense, food engorged midriff hadn’t gone down an inch.

‘The window its…’ the busty flying woman said, ‘I don’t think…’

‘Something wrong Karen?’ Zatanna asked, amused, ‘you can’t fit through? Is it those big hooters getting in the way?’

‘Haha, no it’s the fifth of a buffet I have shoved into my belly,’ the Kryptonian snorted, ‘come on, magic me in or something! Someone’s going to see me!’

‘Try first,’ Zatanna demanded with a grin.

‘Ugh, fine.’

Karen’s shoulders easily came through the  open window and then with a little twisting both her immense breasts plopped through as well. Her belly though…no matter how she angled or pushed, it was not going to make it. Simply put, too much food was in there for any give, it was too round to make it through the gap without touching and too sore for any real pushing.

‘A little help here, Z? Wait, are you touching yourself to me?’ Karen asked, seeing one of the magician’s hands between her legs.

‘You kept me waiting long enough.’

‘There was a fire on the way. I had to pull some people out,’ Power Girl explained, trying to get her tits back out and finding it wasn’t going to happen unless she broke the window.

‘They ask about your new look?’

‘I moved too fast, just left a blur in their vision,’ she answered, ‘Um, Z I’m really stuck here.’

‘Should I make the window bigger or just reduce those big zeppelins on your chest?’

‘Ha, you want to suck this rack tonight or not?’

Zatanna grinned, ‘Nediw wodnid!’

The window expanded and Karen easily slid through, exhaling with relief as it closed up behind her. The room was set up exquisitely for a love nest: an enormous king size bed dominated its center, a fluffy white comforter giving it a cloud like appearance. Various paintings and portraits of the rooms owner decorated the walls, all of them nudes. On a long table was set up several bottles of champagne in ice buckets, four bubbling fondue trays of various rare chocolates, baskets of marshmallows and strawberries and a gallon of exquisite whipped cream.

‘More food already Z? I know were trying to get fat here, but I don’t think I could eat another bite today,’ Karen explained, rubbing a hand over her pregnant looking gut.

‘They’re all aphrodisiacs,’ the magician explained, ‘pretty potent ones after I got done with them. Try one.’

Karen begrudgingly sauntered over to the table. To her dismay, she found herself actually feeling hungry again despite the giant food baby still in her. She selected a particularly succulent strawberry and dipped it in chocolate before tossing it in her mouth. It tasted like heaven, particularly tart and sweet, and a shiver broke out across her body. Her thighs threatened to give out and her pussy got as wet as Niagara falls, a desperate need to climax filling her. Catching herself on the table, she looked over at Zatanna entering the bathroom. Stumbling, barely able to think she was so horny, the Kryptonian woman followed.

A gigantic Jacuzzi tub filled the floor, large as a small pool and filled with hot suds. Zatanna stood on the other side, her robe off and her hands on her hips. An evil grin was on her mouth.

‘Like what you see?’ the magician’s tan skin seemed to glow, from the eager folds of her pussy to the curves of her hips to the brown circles of her nipples. Even the heavy bulge of her buffet binge seemed gloriously sexy, ‘then you’d better reciprocate if you want any.’

Karen ripped away her pants with a tear, tossing their remnants aside. Her long legs, with their smooth thigh muscles and taut calves looked sharp enough to sharpen knives on. She didn’t have underwear on and a feminine roundness clung to her hips, a hint at the substantial charms she had behind, a flawlessly muscular ass. Beneath a small curl of soft blonde hair, her pussy glinted with eagerness.

‘And the top?’

Another tear exposed Karen’s torso. Her poor stuffed belly was on full display now, its taut roundness contrasting with the fitness of the rest of her body and Zatanna thrilled to think how heavy and uncomfortable it must feel to her current fling. Her chest was magnificent of course, each breast an enormous, gravity defying tear drop with a bright pink nipple. Above them, Karen’s heart shaped face was fixed in a rictus of almost orgasm.

Karen walked over the bathtub water and grabbed Zatanna by the hip and shoulder. She locked lips with her, ignoring the discomfort of her sore belly smashing in, and kissed her deep, tongue thrusting hard inside the magicians mouth. The brunette’s own tongue rose to defense and the two frenched hard, twisting and thrusting. Zatanna pushed her back and Karen went meek as a kitten, falling into the water with a splash and disappearing beneath the bubbles.

The curvy brunette followed more gently, being careful not to bend at the waist. As soon as she was in the water, Karen popped up behind her. Hands were cupping the magician’s nipples before she knew it.

‘You know, some people say smaller tits are more sensitive Z,’ whispered the sud covered Power Girl, ‘let’s test that out.’

Her hands vibrated, forming a blurr across Zatanna’s breasts. They vibrated so fast they almost stayed still, quivering with too much motion. Her nipples sent rumbles of pleasure through the mage’s body and she moaned loud, mouth a hard O. Almost coming she turned, breaking free of the hold and facing the gigantic chest at eye level.

‘Revoc Eudonf!’ she groaned and a long stream of molten chocolate raced from the living room to splash Karen in the chest, covering her nipples and steaming.

Before the blonde could react, Zatanna shoved her face in, licking, stuffing and biting. On the Kryptonian there was no need to be gentle and she went to town, almost animalistic in her gnawing. The chocolate had been enchanted too and every bite made her hornier. Her legs gave out and she fell back on her hard rump with another splash.

‘Do me!’ she begged Karen, desperate for climax, ‘Set me off! I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me!’

‘Telling me what to do? And with no please?’ answered Karen, blue eyes blazing madly, ‘In that case, how about No?’

Zatanna’s face started to fall and Karen blurred away. Before anything else could happen though, Karen’s thighs were around her head, the kryptonian hovering at eye level so that none of her already considerable weight was on the mage’s neck. That tantalizing pussy was covered in whipped cream and she went at it hungrily. Something blocked her though, a heavy weight pressing into her forehead. She stuck out her tongue, but could only barely brush it.

Karen’s belly.

‘Your gut…,’ she moaned, ‘its too big…’

Power Girl angled herself back and Zatanna saw she had a small bowl of strawberries resting on her belly. Her tits hovered over them like a promised land. But more importantly, the angle let Zatanna get at that pussy. She shoved her head forwards, grabbed Karen’s tight little ass with both hands and went to town. Her tongue started at the bottom and slurped its way up, pausing when it found the clit and sent a moan through its owner. Zatanna reached out and bit it, hard and Karen screamed with pleasure. She started sucking in and out, acting like a vacuum cleaner, not letting that clit rest.

A scream escaped the blonde woman’s lips. Her back went horizontal, the empty bowl of strawberries fell away to the side and both her hands found her own tits, super strength mashing them desperately. Zatanna went right on sucking, even as the impossibly strong thighs on either side of her head went stiff. Karen shook and shuddered, gasping and choking as waves of glorious pleasure rippled through her. Finally she couldn’t take anymore and her brain shut off, as her body slid off the magician and into the hot water. For a while she lay there, the only motion a quiver of her eyes before suddenly Zatanna was standing over her.

The magician, hand on her stomach for support, lowered herself down so that her thighs were on either side of Karen’s head. Her pelvis pushed down onto Power Girl’s face, trapping it beneath the water.

‘Lets see how long you can hold your brea-----oh holy shit!’ Zatanna moaned.

Bubbles roiled up from where Karen was submerged. Underwater her tongue worked mercilessly, thrashing like the propellers of a beached ship as it lapped at Zatanna’s pussy. Thoughts of touching her tits or PG’s tits went out of her mind, everything went out of her mind. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure so pure it was like torture she screamed. Several light bulbs burst and her hair flew out from the magical overload and she fell to the side like a cut tree, letting Karen bob up.

Both of them laid there for a while, motionless for what seemed like an hour.

‘Hey…Z…how’s the room service in this place?’ Karen hesitantly asked, ‘I mean, I know I look like I could pop with twins at any moment but I’m starting to get hungry.’

‘Five Stars. People literally die for their tiramisu.’

‘When you get up you should order some.’

‘That might take a while.’

Silence reigned again.

‘We’ll need to go shopping in the morning. I want to show you off in the pool and at some shows. Something skimpy, to show off that bod in what time you’ve got left in it,’ Zatanna explained, ‘I’d bought some lingerie and other toys for us to use tonight but I never got to them….’

‘The lingerie should fit tomorrow,’ Karen said, rubbing her belly, ‘probably…’

[Batman76]

Chapter 3: First Signs, pt 1

Las Vegas, Poolside, Sunday morning, Day 4

‘Your abs are gone,’ observed Zatanna, taking a sip from her Margarita and lowering her shades to look at Karen who lay in the deck chair next to her.

Karen put down her milkshake, a 32 oz chocolate colossus that was already mostly empty despite having been delivered only a moment ago. She peered down past her mountainous breasts, barely contained in an E cup gold bikini that was at least a cup size too small. For the first time in years her belly didn’t look utterly ripped.

‘They’re not gone,’ she denied, ‘they’re just…faded a bit. See if I flex…’

Karen’s still firm looking torso bulged, flexing with tension. When she’d bought his on Friday, her abs had been cut like diamonds even after her initial gorging session. Seventy two hours later, her stomach was still flat, but they were considerably less toned, going from a six pack to more a suggestion of firmness when resting. Power Girl’s flexing made it pop up to a vague four pack for a moment, but as soon as she let it go they vanished again. Her stomach gurgled, demanding more food despite the pint of chocolate ice cream in it.

‘Then they disappear when you stop. It’ll be good practice for when you start sucking your gut in, who knew you were a fat girl without your powers,’ Zatanna smirked, finishing off her margarita, ‘I still can’t believe you bought that fucking nerd Star Trek costume. It doesn’t even fit you now.’

‘Its not a nerd costume, Princess Leia’s a cultural icon,’ Karen protested, ‘its not my fault you’re a philistine who won’t watch Star Wars and gets it confused with that TV crap. And you’re one to talk, drinking tequila before breakfast, its going right to your ass by the way. Its swallowing your g-string.’

‘You mind?’ asked the magician.

Her swimsuit was white and technically a one piece. Its entire front side had the amount of material as the average bikini bottom, just enough to not let her nipples slip out and to cover her groin. Almost all of her back was exposed, including the round, tan hemispheres of her ass which was on full display as she lay on her front. She kept cocking her legs back and forth, making the cheeks jiggle.

‘Not at all,’ the tall blonde confirmed, ‘but was it really a smart thing to buy these? They won’t be flattering by Wednesday and they won’t fit within two weeks and it cost two hundred bucks for my size.’

‘What size are you?’ Zatanna asked, putting aside her empty cup and looking out across the pool where employees had almost finished sitting up a buffet.

‘I’m not a standard size,’ Karen said, ‘due to my height and general level of being ripped generally I go for a ten in formal clothes and have it taken in at the waist.’

That’s not the size I’m asking about,’ the magician asked.

‘40G and I hope I don’t get any bigger,’ Karen asked her, pressing at her own heavy breast, ‘they don’t look bigger do they?’

‘Hmmm, no but I’ll take a closer look after breakfast,’ Zatanna smiled, ‘and don’t complain. I’m thirty eight inches on the backside and would love for more to go to my tits.’

‘Hmm, I’ve heard rubbing them can make them grow,’ Karen smiled.

‘Well, we can test that before you go tonight.’

‘Oh yeah, back to work…’ Karen sighed.

It wasn’t that Karen hated her job. She ran a company and ran it well. But it would be hard to go back to work after a long weekend in Vegas. Since her arrival on Thursday afternoon the two had been going full hedonist. After their sex romp and a long sleep, when their bellies were somewhat back to normal the next morning, they’d splurged on shopping. Each had spent nearly a thousand dollars on clothes that they’d only be able to wear for a few weeks more: the aforementioned skimpy swimsuits and several cocktail dresses that barely fit at the store. Zatanna’s was utterly backless and so short it barely covered her ass, Karen’s had a neckline that went down to her navel and had caused several waiters to trip. And then they’d eaten.

Neither were as hungry as the crazy moment in the buffet, but the spell was still on them and they were still eating constantly, just at a slower rate. They munched or snacked all day by the pool, bags of chips or candy on hand for rare times there weren’t hotel waiters around to bring an appetizer to split. Breakfasts and lunches were the strips fabulous buffets, a literal smorgashboard of treats to try out. Dinner was never a buffet, but a 5 star restaurant with a dozen courses. Their bellies started the day out flat and by noon bulged noticeably with food. Both had gotten comments on how good they looked pregnant.

‘So Z, what are you going to do about getting fat?’ Karen asked the other woman.

‘Well, that is the plan,’ the magician reminded her.

‘No, I mean for your show,’ the kryptonian asked, ‘your magic is pretty amazing but its not the only draw if you know what I mean.’

She cocked her head towards a billboard hanging off the hotel. It was one for Zatanna’s twice weekly show and on it the magician was essentially nude, wearing a top hat and white gloves with three playing cards the only thing preserving any modesty.

‘I’ve got an amulet for that,’ she answered, ‘whenever I’m wearing it, I’ll look slinky as ever no matter how much I eat. How about you, how do you plan on explaining to your employees why their hot boss Karen Starr has a severe case of secretary spread?’

‘I won’t really need to,’ the other superhero said, finishing off her shake, ‘I told you I eat like a pig all the time. I’ve told them I do a lot of crossfit in my time off, they’ll take me blowing up as me finally getting my just deserts.’

‘And when people start asking why Power Girl’s hanging out of her leotard?’

‘Well…shit,’ Karen replied, ‘several leaguers blowing up is going to make the tabloids. We should have thought of this first. You have anymore of those amulets?’

‘Nope, one of a kind. And I can see the headlines now, ‘Superheroine Weight Crisis! Power Girl’s Pudgy Gut! Maid of Steel or Maid of Lard? Wonder Woman, is she on the man’s world diet?’ Zatanna laughed.

‘If reporters ask, we’ll say its for body positivity or something,’ Power Girl said half heartedly, ‘and if any other super heroes do…well, we’ll say it’s for a mission and leave it at that.’

For a moment the two were silent, watching as the last buffet trays were laid out.

‘We should get over there,’ Karen said, rising up with a graceful bounce.

‘Show off,’ Zatanna said, rising up more slowly. She had very high platform heels on so as not to look too short next to the other heroine. The magician’s already big rear end looked heavenly with them, but they did make walking a bitch.

‘You’re gonna bounce a lot more when you’re fat,’ she whispered to Karen as they took their place at the head of the line.

‘Your ass is already fat,’ the other woman whispered, ‘speaking of which, how much are you up? I heard you weighing yourself before we left.’

‘I’m up six, to 135,’ she whispered back, taking up a plate, ‘you?’

‘I’m up seven, 177.’

‘Tubby.’

‘Lard ass.’

Both were smiling as they loaded up trays, earning shocked looks from the other patrons, and returned to their seats. Neither were recognized, Zatanna had cast a spell to make sure no one would, and they settled in with relish.

‘So, I figure thirteen hours till I go home,’ Karen grinned as she at bacon, ‘how much food and how much sex can we fit into that?’

 

[Batman76]

Chapter 3: First Signs, Part 2.

Gotham, Quasi-Abandoned Industrial District, Saturday Night, Day 10

Three figures knelt on top of one of Gotham Cities many, many abandoned industrial buildings. All three of them wore dark clothing, a mix of Kevlar and spandex that offered protection, mobility and concealment. On the far left was a tall man in a black and blue body suit that clung to his supremely athletic body. A small domino mask covered his eyes and he looked intermittently through a pair of binoculars.

The Asian woman on the right, leaning up against one of the city’s many gargoyles, was wearing a black scarf across her face and a yellow accented black body suit over her body. She wasn’t particularly tall, but an impossibly fit musculature that would have done Bruce Lee proud was evident under her armor. The dark eyes visible over her mask gave away nothing and her utter stillness was disturbing.

In between them was a second woman. Long auburn hair streamed out from the back of her cowl and dark purple body armor framed a slim body that seemed perfectly fit, even if it wasn’t quite as over muscled as the other woman’s. Nimble fingers danced over keys on a tablet strapped to her wrist, her blue eyes darting over the figures flashing over it.

The three were utterly silent, making no sound on the roof. The munching was coming from Starfire.

‘This steak out is much more boring than you made it sound,’ the Tamaranian said, shoveling another handful of trail mix into her mouth, ‘there has been no cow meat at all!’

From her flaming red hair, to her bright purple clothes to her over tan skin, Koriander stood out like a sore thumb.

‘Don’t worry Star, as soon as we’re done I can treat you to a steak,’ the handsome man said, flashing a winning grin at her.

‘Oh thank you Dick!’ she gleamed, jumping up and down, breasts heaving as she did.

‘…No problem at all,’ Dick Grayson or Nightwing said, transfixed until the woman next to him elbowed him in the stomach, ‘Ouch Barb.’

‘Dick,’ Batgirl said to her long time boyfriend, ‘its one am. There’s no steak house open in the entire city. And you’ve got a Calc test in the morning.’

‘Oh, no meat of the cow?’ asked Starfire with a pout.

‘Dick can take you to get a steak after tomorrow,’ Barbara sighed, rubbing her temples as the alien jumped up and down again, ‘just stop eating for now.’

‘Oh, I am finished!’ Koriandr exclaimed, tipping open the emptied bag, ‘did you want some?’

‘No, I told you Star, I’m on a diet,’ Babs explained, for the tenth time.

‘Oh, me too!’ the alien grinned, ‘Mine is letting me eat many nice things! How is yours treating you?’

‘Ummm, pretty good, the spinach is…tasty with no dressing,’ the vigilante sighed.

‘Excellent! Maybe we can compare results?’

‘Why don’t we wait until after we get back to base?’ asked Nightwing, diplomatically, ‘you can compare there when we shower off.’

‘Oh goody! Orphan, would you like to join us? This way no one will have an empty mouth?’

The dangerous woman stared blankly at the buxom red head, shaking her head slowly. Cassandra Cain, or Orphan, would never understand her new friends. She went to doing push ups as a way to pass the time.

Barbara Gordon for her part was confused too, especially on her relationship with the alien girl. Part of her no shit hated Starfire and didn’t hide it. After all, Kori was an over bubbly, over busty airhead filled with annoying questions and habits, ranging from filling the fridge with mustard to being taller/bustier/curvier/thinner than Barbara to fucking her idiot boyfriend on the first day she’d met Kori.

Of course, Babs hadn’t been able to say much considering she’d screwed the alien redhead first. She’d met Star after the former had wondered into Gotham University’s library and began pestering the nearest person with questions about dolphins. That had been Barbara who’d prepared to give the seeming lunatic an earful but ten minutes later had been utterly naked in a supply closet half concussed from the best orgasm she’d ever had. At the end of the day she’d stumbled home, confused about her sexuality only to find Starfire and well…Dick.

She should have been angry, and part of her was. But she hadn’t been able to not join in, just for that moment and then twice a day every day afterwards. Half the day Bab’s mind felt like it was full of a pleasant fog and she had to remember to wipe the stupid grin off her face when punching out a drug dealer. Sexually, Kori was too eager and generous and utterly hot for Batgirl to stay mad at her for too long. Motorboating her while getting taken from behind or having the alien’s rapid tongue on her clit while her own mouth was full of well, Dick, was utterly mind blowing.

The daily threesomes and strange earnestness mostly overcame the alien’s many annoying tendencies in Bab’s eyes. One thing not overcome was the constant eating. The former Titan had a huge appetite and frequently indulged, eating junk at every meal. Given that her own vigilantism was possible from working out, a good diet and nothing else, Babs didn’t enjoy seeing a fitter woman constantly eating around her with no ill effects.

At least at first.

Starfire had been living with them for two months, yet in the last ten days had clearly started putting on weight and doing it fast. She was never far from some sort of unhealthy snack, be it candy bars or a bag of chips although Barbara hadn’t figured out where they were coming from, and her meals had huge portions that she ate with wild abandon. Koriander must be eating four or five thousand calories a day, often sporting a large food baby and many of those calories were certainly sticking.

The firm muscles of the Tamaranian’s belly had softened, fading from view along with her ribs and there was the tiniest little crease above her shorts, the start of a roll, and smidgeons of softness along its sides, an embryonic muffin top. In the back, her already short skirt was running out of fabric to deal with expanding cheeks, their bottom slopes beginning to be visible from behind as they inflated. Her thigh high boots pinched just a little bit, the softening thigh flesh mushrooming over them. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled, a quarter cup size too big for their bra. Even if she hadn’t seen it, Babs would have felt it. During sex the alien girl had much more give to her and softness than she had two weeks earlier.

Something odd was definitely up and she had a bad feeling of what it was. Bab’s couldn’t help but feel happy that the woman she’d felt inferior too was gaining weight, especially when she’d lost a pant size to try and compete in the meantime. Plus, the extra curves were strangely satisfying and she wondered what Kori would look like with more on her. The bad feeling came from simple logic, a sexually active young woman gaining weight wasn’t a problem that required a genius. A faint alarm tone on her tablet awoke her from her thinking, the target was in place.

‘Alright everyone,’ Barbara said, ‘its go time. The bio weapon shipment is headed in for its delivery. Starfire, Orphan get to the roof to take out the snipers then wait for our call to take out the main group of guards from above.’

Both Orphan and Starfire departed, the former shooting a line to the other ware house, the later flying into the air with a slight jiggle. As they left, an armored car pulled into view beneath Dick and Babs. It was unmarked and the guards inside both had assault rifles.

‘Now that were alone, we need to have a serious talk about Kori,’ Babs began, ‘I think you’ve fucked up big time.’

‘This really isn’t the time for it Commissioner,’ he said with a grin, jumping off the roof.

Barbara frowned and jumped after him. It was only when he was trying to annoy her that he called her by her father’s title. It had been annoying when he’d been a little shit head fourteen year-old she had to hang out with to fight crime before he got all stupidly handsome and it was annoying now they were adults fucking twice a day eight years later. She jumped off after him, slowing her fall with her cape and landing lightly beside him on the armored car’s roof.

‘It is exactly the time,’ Bab’s hissed, throwing a batarang into guard’s head, the metal missile knocking him out before he knew she was there, ‘you knocked her up!’

‘I am pretty confident Starfire isn’t pregnant,’ Nightwing sighed with exasperation as the truck entered the factory, sliding off and smashing the window of the armored car, pulling out a driver and punching him out.

‘You say that, yet I know you’ve been barebacking it the whole time,’ Barbara answered snidely, jumping down and breaking the driver’s arm then slamming his head in the door as he tried to jump out, ‘you’re fucking me with the same penis!’

‘Yes, because you have an IUD and she’s an alien with a triple helix DNA, 42 Chromosomes and an immunity to all earth diseases,’ Grayson answered her, pulling out an escrema stick to knock away another guard’s assault rifle and break his knee cap, ‘I think we’re in the clear here.’

‘Then why is she getting fatter?’ demanded Barbara, ducking a burst of gunfire and returning it with a taser dart, ‘and eating mustard all the time?’

‘I wasn’t going to say anything to her about that,’ Nightwing yelled back as a huge guard swung a metal baton at him, ‘as long as she’s healthy and happy, I don’t care.’

‘You just care about her boobs getting bigger,’ Barbara claimed, cracking the giant guard’s ankle with a kick, ‘Face it boy blunder. Alien and human sex organs do weird things when crossed and your magic pecker has a good chance of putting a frustratingly beautiful baby in her.’

‘That is highly unlikely,’ he said, somewhat less confident as dozens of guards emerged from deeper within the warehouse, guns raised, ‘there are a lot of these guys.’

‘You can’t ‘There’s an army of mercenaries!’ your way out of this!’ Batgirl protested as bullets spat by them, the pair jumping behind the armored car for cover, ‘You should instead be asking pertinent questions like, ‘How will my long suffering girlfriend kill me? Will my alien girlfriend give birth to one baby or a litter? Or How will my adopted father kill me?’

‘After Damian, Bruce has no room to talk,’ Nightwing protested, leading her past the truck and behind a pile of crates, the mercs in pursuit he raised his radio to his mouth, ‘Orphan, Starfire! Light them up!’

‘She…she is…eat. So much eat,’ Orphan’s rarely used voice answered him, ‘like pig.’

‘What?’ asked Barbara as a bullet splintered the box between the two of them.

Something red and sticky dribbled out and she smelled it. Jelly? What the hell kind of bio weapon plant was this?

‘Surrender!’ the mercenary’s leader demanded, ‘Give up! HQ will be pretty happy for catching a subject like you Batgirl!’

‘What am I, chopped liver?’ Nightwing quipped.

‘I am not in the mood for you quipping right now Mr. Fertile-dick!’ Barbara yelled at him before turning on her cowl’s radio, ‘Orphan, do it alone if you have to! And Starfire, hurry the hell up or we’re never having sex again!’

An impossibly fast black shape hit one squad of the mercenaries. Fists and knees moved like a blur, faster than the screams of pain and cracks of bone. Merc after merc fell howling in agony to the floor as Orphan went to work, dodging gunfire before they could pull a trigger and hitting before they realized she’d moved. In seconds a dozen armed men were reduced to mewling wrecks on the floor.

The officer turned with a raised pistol, only to see a terrifying sight hovering before him. Starfire hovered in front of him, reaching out one hand to casually crush the pistol and the gloved fist that held it. Hovering in the air as she was, her eyes and right and aglow with energy she was terrifying. Terrifying enough that everyone overlooked the streaks of red jelly at the sides of her mouth, the powdered sugar on her boobs, the heavy (and to Dick, very pregnant) looking bulge at her stomach and the half dozen jelly donuts in her free hand.

‘Put the guns down now please,’ Starfire ordered and when they hesitated a moment shot a pair of laser beams from her eyes, melting the guns in the men’s hands. Orphan was among them a heartbeat later, knocking them all out.

‘This is a donut factory?’ asked Barbara as she moved from cover, cuffing the unconscious mercenary leader.

‘Maybe your intel was wrong?’ Dick asked her.

‘It’s never wrong,’ she glared at him, ‘and most donut companies don’t hire forty armed guards with machine guns, even in Gotham. Something was up here.’

‘Maybe it was some kind of donut monster they were going to make?’ asked Dick, similarly engaged but casting nervous glances at his other girlfriend’s suddenly full stomach and thinking of things like diapers and Batman killing him.

‘No monster here! These nuts of dough are just delicious!’ she smiled messily, before putting a hand on her belly, ‘Oh…I think I have eaten to many. My stomachs are much upset. May I bring some home for later?’

‘Given that they might be bio weapons we need to examine for evidence, no you can’t,’ sighed Barbara, ‘and Dick had something he needed to ask you.’

Nightwing glared at her, before turning back to the other redhead in his life, ‘Well, you see...um…we’ve been together for a little while and I wanted to make sure that after that you weren’t…’

‘Oh no Dick!’ Kori beamed, ‘I am not bored! You and Babs both try so very hard to keep up in bed, I know you get tired after two hours but I do not mind!’

‘That’s not what I was going to ask,’ Dick sighed, ‘you see, after two people have done it together for a while…usually theres…’

‘Oh Dick!’ Starfire squealed, picking him up in a bone cracking hug and planting sticky kisses on his face, ‘You are so kind and I would normally say yes in a heartbeat. But I am part of a long term mission that is very dangerous. After that ask me again, but only if we can marry Barbara too!’

‘Uhhhhh,’ groaned the almost groom, while Barbara palmed her face.

‘OH! I know!’ exclaimed the alien, ‘there are other donut places! I will go get many of them and see if they are the same donuts as from here! It will be a clue!’

Without another word she shot off into the night, leaving a hole in the wall. Batgirl stalked up towards Grayson, looking as terrifying as Batman usually did towards the city’s criminals.

‘Listen, listen I know we didn’t get an answer out of her…’ Nighwing stammered

‘YOU PROPOSED TO HER!’ Barbara shrieked, drawing out her bo staff with a click.

Orphan sighed and went back to work cuffing mercenaries. Eventually the two would shut up and they could go back to work investigating what the bioweapon was. Starfire’s actions were an open book in comparison.

[Batman76]

More stuffing, some more action and some actual weight gain in this weight gain story.

Chapter 3, Pt 3: Themiscyran Embassy, Washington DC. Monday Afternoon, Day 19.

The embassy of the Amazons to the United States was a beautiful structure. It had high stone columns around its central block of offices and reception rooms, a garden like grounds behind a low wall, a large bath house/pool for the staff and multiple exercise areas scattered about. The small staff of Amazons knew of the corrupting was of man’s world and worked hard to resist it. There was a running track around the whole compound, several sand pits for wrestling and sparring, truly colossal weights of steel and concrete and a long range for the throwing of javelins and shooting of bows.

The last part was where Diana currently was, throwing javelins and listening to her schedule for the afternoon. Another woman stood next to Wonder Woman, like her an Amazon if a few inches shorter and not quite as muscled. This was her secretary Caila, a woman with soft brown curls and a warrior’s seriousness. A white scribes robe covered her body, but did little to disguise its typical statuesque or its athlete’s muscles, and she held a clay tablet and a stylus. Her mistress stood before her like a statue, staring at the barbed tip of a steel spear.

‘The Queen of the English asks for an audience to discuss working together on a program to help battered women. And the group of shoe merchants blasphemously named after the victory goddess wishes a meeting on endorsements,’ the secretary informed her as if she’d said a dog had just shit on the floor, ‘what is your answer to them?’

Diana moved in a blur, throwing the thirty pound missile with perfect poise. A sharp boom sounded as it broke the sound barrier and then slammed home into the bulls eye chalked on an eight ton block of granite, moving it back at least a foot. The spear shattered, disintegrating from the impact.

‘Find a free moment for the English Queen,’ Wonder Woman snorted, ‘tell the shoe merchants that I must decline or risk the Gods’ wrath. What else is there?’

‘The mortal news seeker Lois Lane sends her daily message that if you ever so much as look at her husband again that gifts from the Gods or not she will nail your tits over her fire place,’ Caila said flatly.

‘Lane should have been born one of us. Hades himself would have trembled,’ Diana sighed and threw another javelin, ‘we will send her a large fruit basket at the equinox, even though it was a misunderstanding.’

A soft sound of harps sounded and Caila pulled a Wayne Enterprises Smartphone from the folds of her robes.

‘Your niece wishes to eat dinner here tonight my princess,’ the scribe informed her, ‘there are many other appointments though. The Justice League has an election for new members at the same time.’

‘Clear them,’ the Superheroine answered, ‘I could use seeing young Cassandra.’

‘I will do so with joy,’ the scribe smiled, ‘it would do you good to talk to family.’

‘I sense meaning behind your words, speak clearly,’ the Princess commanded, taking up the last javelin.

The scribe sighed, ‘You have not been yourself the past three weeks. Often you are isolate yourself for some time. Your mood is foul and you snap like a hydra. We worry if prolonged exposure to these mortals has warped you. Those of us here as embassy staff are only here for a few months before going back home, yet you have been here for nearly fifteen years. There are physical changes as well.’

‘You do not need to beat around the bush Caila,’ Diana sniffed, waving a hand at her body, ‘I know I’m getting fat.’

Amazons typically exercised nude, yet several accidents involving visitors and onlookers had persuaded them to wear modern workout attire. Thus Diana was in a black sports bra with a matching set of panties, while her long black curls were in a pony tail. A faint sheen of sweat glowed on her bronze skin and she looked good enough to be in an advertisement for the clothes she wore.

‘Yes, you have grown slovenly indeed,’ Caila observed, ‘I do not know how though. You lead us in exercise every day, you patrol for enemies and fight them daily, you do not grow old. I do not understand it. Did one of the heroes you associate with get you with child?’

To a mortal eye this as an uncalled for comment, yet to an Amazon’s exacting eye their princess had grown dangerously soft. Diana’s long thighs had only the barest traces of muscle on them near the knees, at their tops they’d started to bulge towards each other. When she ran or stretched, they jiggled. A similar tale was told by the Amazon’s ass, her rockhard buns having grown a thin layer of pinchable softness. Her mortal clothes did not fully cover them and the oozing flesh promised more growth. At her midriff, those blessed abdominals carved by thirty straight minutes of planks every day for a hundred years had vanished like a puff of breeze, or cream in this case. There was no hint of ab or oblique, instead Diana’s belly had taken on an attitude of softness. Standing she still looked quite lean, but sitting down and her belly had started to just barely hang over her panties. Anyone who dared could easily pinch an inch, be it around her softened naval or on the folds on her side when she twisted. Diana did so, face grimacing at the foreign feeling. Further up, her breasts were mostly unchanged yet when nude had lost some of their firmness. The firm bulge of her bicep was losing detail by the day, her forearms bulged slightly around her bracelets and even the perfect symmetry of her face was warping, growing just barely wider than a month earlier.

‘Would such a curse be so simple,’ Diana snarled, bending the spear in half and throwing it like a javelin to explode against the stone block, ‘then it would be almost a joy. No, my curse is far worse Caila.’

‘Worse?’ asked the Amazon, alarmed.

‘I vanish at times to surrender myself to gluttony where my shame won’t be known,’ she continued, ‘for my appetite is beyond all control. Even now I can think only of eating until I am so sick I cannot move. Bars of Chocolates, creamed ice, fried meats, these are the foes that are laying me low. In eighteen days I have gained twenty three pounds from such fare and the curse has more than five months left to run.’

‘Goddess of War and Wisdom,’ Caila said, hand over her mouth in shock, ‘Milady, you must go home at once! Our oracles can surely heal you!’

‘No, I have no desire to be cured or to be seen by my mother in such a state,’ Diana said, patting the alien softness of her middle, ‘I must ride it to the end, despite the jeers and ridicule I will face. You and the Amazons have noticed, surely my heroic comrades have as well. Soon the gossip mongers will realize I grow soft and the mockery will begin. ‘Blubber Woman, Wide Wonder, Wonder Whale’ I can already hear the jeers. As if I care. They mocked me for fitting their fool standards, as if my looks mattered more than my strength.’

‘But…but why not let yourself be cured!?’ demanded the scribe, tears in her eyes.

‘A great and terrible foe comes who I and a few others can only defeat by growing fat, further I was sworn not to say,’ Dian explained, turning away and looking at the mangled target while mentally cursing Zatanna, ‘shall I live, then in a little over five month’s time I will begin to lose this disgusting flab.’

‘My Princess, I am not worthy!’ exclaimed Caila.

Diana turned to see the other Amazon prostrate on the ground, weeping.

‘Arise scribe, I did not give you need to kneel,’ said the plumping amazon, bending at the waist, feeling the horrible sensation of her belly rising up over her waist band, and lifting hr

‘But…such courage!’ Caila exclaimed, ‘to force such sinfulness upon yourself, to give up your litheness and without a word to armor yourself against ridicule, to give up any glory! One million apologies my Princess! Truly you are our champion! I had never imagined such courage!’

‘Thank you, but there is no need for this. I risk disfigurement every time I fight,’ Diana explained.

‘But you do so now, willingly!’ the scribe beamed, ‘I will inform the cooks! Our portions will all be increased starting tonight. You need not eat in secret anymore Princess! Nor bear your burden alone!’

‘What do you mean, alone?’ Diana asked, perfect eyebrow rising.

‘We will eat as you eat, grow as you grow,’ the scribe explained, ‘let the mortals think it a ritual or religious occurrence, something to draw mockery from you. If it is one jibe I that falls upon me instead o you, it will be worth it!’

‘My thanks for your offer,’ Wonder Woman said cautiously, ‘but I cannot ask you to. This is my burden.’

‘No!’ stamped the scribe, ‘I and every sister I tell of this will eat and grow fat regardless of your will on the matter. You deserve companions on this road from amongst your own sisters. We will be with you, every bite of the way!’

Diana smiled, crushing the shorter amazon in a hug, ‘Your loyalty is admirable beyond count. Go, inform the cooks to prepare a dinner for fifteen. I hope my dear nice is not too shocked.’

The scribe sped away, athlete’s legs putting out a pace they would soon be unable to match. Diana watched her, then picked up her work out bag in a blur. She pulled a 16oz bottle of soder cola from its confines and chugged it, tossing it away to land in a trash can thirty feet behind her. Soda fizzing in her stomach, she pulled out an extra-large candy bar, peeled it and practically inhaled it. Then another, then another and another. In all, five king size collections of chocolate, caramel and nuts vanished down her mouth and Diana fell to the ground, vanquished and groaning.

‘You have bested me again,’ the Amazon snarled at her own stomach, the softness bulging outwards as she began to digest an entire day’s worth of calories, ‘enjoy your victory while it lasts. I will defeat you one day, your flabby tyranny will end.’

Wonder Woman stood up, wincing at the roll that formed over waist band and the way her thighs jiggled. She picked up her trash, hefted the workout bag and returned to the embassy. Her workout had raised a sweat on her, so bathing was required before Wonder Girl arrived, so she entered the bathing room. Amazons believed in communal bathing, displaying their honed forms to each other in a gesture of openness but Diana was glad the great hot pool was empty. Despite the acceptance Caila had shown her the Amazon felt deeply ashamed of herself. Stripping, she ran her hands over her body.

Everywhere Diana felt give, jiggle, slack. The long length of her body had dulled the effect of so much eating for a while, but now it was catching up, particularly in her stomach. Her belly was getting a roll when she sat, a small one yet but undeniable. At the sides were her spreading hips, small love handles topping them. Diana frowned, poking herself, wincing at how far the finger went. Her belly was soft, tender, weak. She would soon have what mortal women referred to as ‘a problem area.’

Her limbs were not much better. They were long shapely and beautiful still yes, but her thighs and calves had lost much of their hardness. Indeed, her calf muscles had vanished completely, the first step towards the dreaded cankle. Diana ran a hand up her legs, feeling them for hard muscle and finding none, frowning as she noticed how her thighs were now touching at the top. Her arms were at least somewhat defined, but it was a precarious existence that would soon fade.

‘Gluttony is besting me,’ Diana grumbled, ‘but I will bear it for the greater good, though not without complaint.’

She dived into the pool and swam, long smooth strokes of her arms and legs gliding her through the water. Its heat felt good on her limbs, relaxing some of the tension she felt. After a while, perhaps twenty minutes, Diana paused, letting herself float in the great bath. She breathed very deep, almost out of breath.

Over the past few days she’d begun to feel that more and more. As her belly started to slowly form its gut, Diana’s wind had begun leaving her. Her powers all remained, her speed, her strength, her flight and resilience, yet somehow her stamina was slowly leaving her. Sweat sprang up more easily every day, while the amount of time that passed before she felt soreness in her muscles shortened. At the morning runs she had still won, but had done so with a stitch in her side. Zatanna had warned her about this, that she would feel the weight super strength or not.

Diana’s clit tingled at the thought of it.

She frowned. Why was she turned on by her own dissolution? Her appetite was beyond her control, her daily exercises did nothing to stop the loss of her hard earned body, even easy tasks like eighty mile runs were beginning to sap her and she was aroused by this? She brought her knees up to herself, wincing as they slapped her belly and softer breasts. She would have to think on this later, now she had company coming.

Thirty minutes later and Diana had changed. She wore a formal robe, long white and flowing. It showed her arms, still enviably strong but was very forgiving around her now fuller waist and unlike most Amazon garments it was not slit to show off her softening thighs. Happy to have her belly not be constricted for the first time in days, Wonder Woman let it relax and took a seat at the embassy’s table. She was alone for the moment, the small staff of Amazons having retired to let her speak privately to her niece. With no one around, she absentmindedly let her hand drift to rubbing her belly. Candy bars digested, it was now grumbling for more food. She recoiled away from it as the door opened.

‘Cassie!’ Diana smiled at the blonde girl who entered, rising from her chair and embracing her.

‘Aunt Di!’ Wonder Girl returned, giving her a bone cracking hug of her own before the two took a seat.

Wonder Woman smiled at the girl before her. She’d known her since she was an awkward child, but in the intervening years Cassandra had grown into a beautiful young woman. Right now she was wearing size two blue jeans and they were, Diana noted enviably, loose on her girlish hips. Despite that her breasts were easily in the C range and she was almost six feet tall, all of it fit and firm as any amazon. Her red armored shirt, an echo of Diana’s own, bared an inch of tan, muscled midriff that made the Princess long for her own abs again. Her shoulder length hair was golden blonde and her diamond shaped face had shining blue eyes.

The two sat down on each side of the table. Cassandra talked a mile a minute, talking about the start of her first semester of classes at college, about her time on the Titans, about rooming with Supergirl, her relationship with Superboy and about her relationship with her mother. The two had been arguing again and Diana frowned at that.

‘I know your mother, what could the good Dr. Sandsmark do that would require you to insult her so?’ Wonder Woman asked with a frown.

‘Well…she doesn’t want me to sign this,’ Wonder Girl admitted, taking out a packet of papers from her back pack and sliding them over.

‘A modeling contract?’ Diana asked, reading over the lines, ‘well, you would not be the first woman to utilize her looks, nor even the first heroine to for financial gain. If you wish to do it and do it to celebrate yourself I can find little fault, but do remember that you will face criticism from many fronts, especially if…what is this? Have you read this fully?’

‘Well, I’ve gone over it a little but not line by line yet,’ Cassie admitted.

‘They want you to lose 20lbs!’ Diana exclaimed, ‘where would it come from?’

‘Well, it’s a little extreme I guess.’

‘A little!? You have a perfect warrior’s physique girl! You do not need to lose an ounce! The only thing you have to lose is muscle and then where would you be when you fought!?’ Diana raved, crushing the paper into scraps, ‘This is an insult to you and your beauty. Never sign a thing they give you!’

‘O…okay,’ Cassie said meekly, leaning back from the suddenly angry Amazon, ‘I’ll be sure not to do that.’

‘Good, now dinner will come soon and I have much to talk to you about myself,’ Diana said more softly, ‘some of it is not pleasant…’

Caila came in, a worried look on the scribe’s face, ‘My lady, I hate to interrupt but the mortals ask for help. Chaos grips one of their merchant bazaars, a bizarre riot and some sort of monster has attacked!’

Diana sighed, ‘Signal them that I am on my way. Cassie, it is good you are here.’

Diana stood up and spun, summoning her armor as her skirt swished. The Amazon felt the familiar steel settle on her frame, then suddenly stumbled as a sharp pinch gripped her entire body and she struggled to breath. Cassie gasped, hand over her mouth as she saw her mentor, no longer hidden in loose robes but now exposed in her costume.

Wonder Woman’s star spangled panties proved inadequate to the task of containing her expanded hips, allowing half her ass to hang free. Slight muffin tops of lazy fat bulged along the tops of her boots, a ring of backfat showed above her heavier cheeks and her slightly too large breasts were overflowing their cups. Most shocking, even stranger than the sudden emergence of fat where it had never dared appear before, was Diana’s seemingly utter lack of muscle tone. It was like seeing her without a nose or without skin.

‘Aunt Di…are you alright?’ Cassie asked with concern, ‘you’re just a little…bloated.’

‘I’m fine,’ Diana sighed, tugging her costume, the armored plates loosening a bit as the armor adjusted, a faint jiggle running through her body as they did, ‘nothing is harmed but my vanity. We will speak on it later but for now we must act!’

The two dashed out the door, leaping into the air and flying towards the city. Buildings flashed by and in a moment they touched down at the mall. Police were already on scene and let the two through the cordon. They entered the mall, steps echoing in the empty space.

‘It looks like a black Friday riot in late September,’ Cassie said, ‘smashed windows, clothes and packages everywhere! And I smell something…it smells sweet’

‘Donuts,’ observed Diana, mouth watering, ‘its donuts.’

There was a horrible growling sound, fit to come from Cerberus himself.

‘And there’s our monster,’ said Cassie, punching her palm in readiness.

‘No Cassie…,’ sighed Diana, rubbing her stomach, ‘that was me.’

‘You’ve gotta tell me what’s happening to you Di,’ the young woman said with concern.

‘When this is over I will,’ Wonder Woman promised, ‘now though, we’ve got people to save.’

They moved through the damaged corridors and into the malls food court. Dozens of people swarmed about, all of them young women of no small attractiveness. Blonde or brunette, African or Asian, coed or professional, none of them would have been kicked out of bed. All of them did share one trait though: their stomachs bulged heavily with food. Belts had come undone, buttons had popped off, zippers had torn and even underwear had been ripped by the sudden expansion. As the two Amamzons neared, the women didn’t seem to notice the heroines, instead crowding around some enormous, golden brown circle. The sound of intense chewing echoed through the mall.

‘There’s some broken diets,’ Cassie joked, hoping up into the air for a better view, ‘at least they’ll be easy to round up with stomachs like that.’

‘I’ve seen this before Cassie, something is wrong with these women,’ Diana said with concern.

Her heel made a squishing sound and she looked down to see a jelly donut end its existence, squirting out a delicious looking red paste. Horrified at her hunger, she took another step forwards, only for a cream donut to plop its white cargo onto her other boot. Clamping her mouth shut, and ignoring a growl from her belly, Diana jumped into the air alongside Wonder Girl.

‘Sisters!’ Diana said, ‘I too know hunger’s bite! You must control yourselves!’

The women did nothing but continue to eat. From above, it was clear they crowded around a giant pile of immense donuts, easily fifteen feet thick. Every time one took a bite, ripping away the succulent dough, it grew right back.

‘They don’t seem to be taking your diet advice well,’ Cassie quipped.

‘They must be mad,’ said Diana, taking out her golden lasso and roping the nearest woman, an attractive Asian woman in pink workout clothes four sizes too small for her belly. Sanity returned to the woman’s glazed eyes as the magic rope pulled taut.

‘You need to run!’ the terrified civilian yelled, ‘it’s here!’

‘What’s here, cholesterol?’ asked Cassie.

‘No, the donut king!’ the woman yelled.

Behind them the huge pile of donuts shifted. It rose up, ecclairis forming arms the size of a grown man tipped with bear claws, long johns piling into seven foot legs. Cake donuts formed a giant, circular body lined with cinnamon roll teeth and piles of cherry danishes for eyes. It roared, making the stuffed women at its feet run with panic.

‘AMAZONS! THE FAT WILL TAKE YOU!’ the donut monster yelled, stepping forward with a squelch of donuts.

‘Any ideas here Diana?’ Cassie asked, eyes wide with shock, ‘you’re the expert I take it.’

‘We’ll speak on your curtness later,’ Wonder Woman warned, both easily dodging a clumsy strike by the giant thing, ‘for now, don’t swallow any of it!’

Both women ducked around several blows, occupying its attention while the stuffed women ran for the exit. The giant donut was huge and strong, but immensely slow. Diana was grateful for that, after a few minutes she was already sweaty and breathing hard. She really was getting out of shape.

 Diana whipped out her lasso, circling its left arm and pulling it tight. Although it wouldn’t harm the innocent, the magic rope cut through the donut arm like it was made of well, donuts. Half the monster’s arm fell away, collapsing into a pile of inanimate objects on the ground.

‘Wonder Girl, we have to rip it away from itself!’ Diana yelled up.

‘No problem WW!,’ her side kick answered as the donut swung its remaining arm at her.

Cassie ducked under the blow with ease, she was neither sweating or panting, and shot down to slam into the donut monster’s knee. With a herculean jerk the young heroine ripped its leg off at the hip and unbalanced it fell backwards with a crash, collapsing as it did into regular donuts again. Diana landed, looking at the strange thing in wonder and no small hunger. Eating it would be madness though, a donut monster’s body was no place to look for plunder.

‘DI!’ Cassie yelled from behind her, voice high with terror.

Wonder Woman turned, seeing that the donut leg Cassandra had ripped off had swarmed over her like a horde of army ants. Already it enveloped her to the elbow in a gleaming grip, donuts surging up towards her mouth. She struggled and fought, muscles bulging with panic but despite being strong enough to lift an airliner could not get out. With a blur Diana dashed to her side, grabbing a bear claw and pulling. Her fingers cut through the donut with ease, but it healed back together as soon as she pulled away. She tried again, pulling and pulling to no avail. The donuts were at Cassies chest, surging past her breasts.

‘Do not panick Cassie and keep closed  your mouth,’ instructed Diana, ‘I am sorry you must see this.’

Wonder Woman thrust her face onto Cassie’s chest. Her mouth chomped and chomped, devouring and gobbling up pastry like there was no tomorrow. Combat honed reflexes let no donut surge away, she pushed them towards her mouth just as if she’d been blocking a hyperspeed blow. Cream got on her face, jelly in her hair and she didn’t slow. Her belly, already a size too big for its armor, bulged out as dozens of donuts disappeared into it. With a snap she undid her belt, giving her more room to eat. By the time she got down to Wonder Girl’s flat, and now some what sticky belly the donuts lost their connection to each other, falling down and becoming just normal food again.

Cassie looked at Diana, horror and adoration mixing in her face. Wonder Woman for her part groaned, placing a hand on her very full belly, and sat down. She must have eaten a hundred donuts in seconds and she realized her belly was so swollen her suit’s armored plates had separated, letting her tan skin peek out. It actually stood out several inches past her chest.

‘Diana that was,’ Cassie began and stumbled, the sticky but unharmed girl unable to finish.

‘Despicable,’ Wonder Woman groaned, ‘I’ve become a pig, a slave to my instincts. Part of me wants to dive into that pile and keep eating until you have to roll me away.’

‘I was going to say the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,’ Wonder Girl admitted, ‘so, ever see anything like this before?’

‘No, thank the Gods,’ Diana said, looking across the food court at a collapsed and destroyed donut shop, a sign saying “Little Piggies Treats” hanging forlornly off it, ‘but I doubt it’s a coincidence. I gain weight for the first time in my life and a donuts monster arises? No…this was deliberate, for now though we must retire. Both of us need to bathe and I would prefer not to have to explain my gut to the media yet.’

The two flew towards the skylights, Cassie opening them as Diana barely fit herself through.

‘At least you’re safe though,’ Diana told her niece, ‘I’d hate to think what your boyfriend would say if you showed up with a belly like this.’

‘He actually said he didn’t mind a little meat,’ the slender heroine admitted, ‘although, that might not be what he meant.’

[Batman76]

Chapter 3 pt 4, NYC, Starrware HQ, Day 23, Friday Afternoon

Power Girl, in her civilian guise as CEO Karen Starr, stalked her company from basement to penthouse. She cast a superhumanly exacting eye through engineering, marketing, production and administration, looking for the slightest sign of dust, waste or failure. There were none and her employees were groomed, polished and ready for presentation. Everything was as ready as it could be, which was good because Karen knew productivity plunged in every section she visited. This had always happened, but now after twenty three days of a pound or more a day the effect was magnified.

First off, her CEO disguise consisted of a red wig, glasses and a pantsuit. She needed to hide her identity and given Power Girl had blonde hair, no glasses and sculpted legs, the wig, glasses and pants hid those. She couldn’t hide being tall, fit and stacked but she could at least hide how ripped she was and with a loose blouse how stacked she was. However, her disguise had taken some knocks. The wig and glasses were still on, but not a one of her slacks could be forced up over her ass. The effects of her regular overeating were no longer blocked by a Kryptonian metabolism and most of it was finding its way to her lower body.

All of her leg muscle, be it the flat bulge of her quads, the toned ripple of her hamstrings and the hard, firm slope of her calves had vanished. When she walked there was a jiggle in her thighs and if her legs weren’t at the right angle she could feel her thighs brush against each other. The clean sculpt of her calves was softer, her ankles thicker and before long she’d have a nice pair of cankles. Although she knew she was getting fatter every day, Power Girl was too ashamed of losing her once fabulous leg muscles to display them yet. Thus although as Power Girl she wore heels, Karen Starr wore flats to hide her height as best she could. Now though, shame made her wear a pair of three inch heels, the stance giving her legs some illusion of tone and her ass a false roundness it no longer really possessed.

Although it had been overlooked too often in favor of her breasts, Karen’s ass had always been full and shapely as well. Now though, the pert cheeks bulged out, matching her chest in proportions at last. Each was lower and softer, the ass of someone who spent a lot of time sitting on it while eating snack food. Where once bullets wouldn’t make a dent in it, now it was soft it could be pinched by hand. There were even some silvery stretchmarks across its surface and a small patch of cellulite on her lower right cheek that she felt in particular horror of.

While her legs and ass had taken the brunt, there had been plenty of weight to go around.  She’d never had narrow hips at all, but they’d rounded further as they’d absorbed hot dogs, snickers and French fries. Karen’s skirt fabric was stretched further by her belly, now an undeniable facet of her physique. It wasn’t a full on gut, but her abs had been fully buried beneath the small, puffy starter paunch that had covered her lower belly. To button the skirt she’d had to suck it in, laying back on her bed and struggling to make sure she didn’t rip it in half.

‘How’s our anti-mater collider?’ Karen asked her physics staff, half a dozen lab coated men and women with twice as many degrees, ‘Up and running?’

‘Its looking great boss,’ her chief engineer Davis informed her, giving a thumbs up, ‘although are they coming to this part of the building?’

‘Probably not, but I want everything in tip top shape,’ she said, ‘keep up the good work, if all goes well there should be a bonus for everyone.’

There was a smattering of cheers and she turned to go. As the door closed, her super hearing picked up a chatter of gossip:

‘Is Mrs. Starr looking a little different?’

‘Yeah, if you call her ass exploding a little,’ a woman’s voice said.

‘You saw how she ate at the company picnic, didn’t you? Lady’s lucky she had that hard bod as long as she did. I was always fat.’

‘Tell me about it, at least I didn’t get fat till I had a kid. For her, it looks like the rest of her body was just catching up with her rack.’

‘Haha, remember when you thought she was Power Girl?’ came a man’s voice.

‘Oh yeah, I was so wrong. No way Power Girl would get that fat.’

Karen’s face reddened. Yes, she was putting on weight. Yes it was intentional, but geeze, they were gleeful about it.

‘Yeah, especially that muffin top she has going on.’

Muffin top?

She dashed into the nearest women’s room, almost blowing the door off the frame. She saw herself in the mirror and her eyes bulged. Oh yes, she had a muffin top. Not too big, but there was a soft roll of fat mushrooming over her stomach. Wincing, she poked it and felt the softness, then turned in profile and winced again. Her ass looked even bigger than she thought, her pinstripes not contributing to any sort of slimming effect. She knew from the struggle with her bra that perhaps it was time to go up to a full H, but she hadn’t realized how they were overflowing the cups so notably. It was visible even through her red blouse. Worse than even larger breasts, she shuddered to think of how she would feel without super powers, was the chubby bulge of her tummy.

‘You really should have gone out and bought new clothes yesterday Karen,’ the Kryptonian sighed at herself, ‘you knew how fat you were getting. Yet bank robberies, monsters and robots kept getting in the way didn’t they? Now here you are, one pound short of the big 200 and you’re wearing the clothes you did when you were 170 with the only fat on your body in your boobs. Ugh, why did this have to happen the same day I have a meeting with Bruce Wayne?’

She stood straight, heard a straining button on her chest, and sucked in her stomach as well as she could. It went down reasonably and although she couldn’t do anything about the budding love handles, she could at least not look that soft. The benefit of a big frame was that a lot of her muscle turning into fat didn’t quite show with the right clothes…as long as it was only a few pounds. And now, it was more than a few pounds, wasn’t it?

‘Alright Karen, you can do this,’ she said to her reflection, ‘you’re smart. You’re tough. You’re talented. You’re charismatic. You’re…a little puffy, but with a suit jacket I think…you’ll look like a chubby girl in a suit jacket. Don’t sweat it. Bruce Wayne might be a playboy, you might have a crush on him as wide as your ass, but you can do this. You can sell this product.’

She gave herself her CEO smile. Confident, inviting and tough. She frowned when it didn’t look right.

‘Oh yes, you’ve got the start of a double chin, that’s what’s wrong,’ she sighed to herself, then looked at her watch, ‘shit. He’ll be here in five minutes.’

She was in her office in less than a second, the benefits of super speed and keeping one elevator shaft permanently empty. Karen waited, drumming her fingers on her desk and then put on her suit jacket in a rush. Best to hide that muffin top if she could after all if she could. As she did up the red jacket’s last button, the Kryptonian felt a gurgle in her gut.

‘Come on, there’s a tall stack of pancakes and a side of bacon in you from breakfast,’ she sighed at the bear like growl, ‘ugh, I can’t talk shop with that going off.’

She opened up the bottom right drawer of her desk, pulling out a three pound bag of Reese’s pieces, sole survivor of a 5 pack bought at the start of a week.

‘Eating candy whenever you’re nervous Karen,’ she said to herself as she opened it, ‘what are you a fat girl?’

She tilted her head back and poured the candy down her mouth. Her tongue went wild with the sugary, peanut buttery sensation and she kept it pouring without swallowing. She let her cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk, filling up with the sweet snack.

‘Mrs. Starr, Bruce Wayne to see you,’ her Secretary chimed on the intercom.

Karen’s eyes bulged, almost as big as her cheeks. Shit shit, she hadn’t heard anyone walk in. She chewed like a madwoman, super speed letting her swallow without gagging. As soon as she did she felt her waist band pinch even more as her belly swelled, at least two pounds of confections bulking it out further. She hurriedly put the rest of the bag in the drawer, ran her tongue over her teeth for any shells and hit the intercom button.

‘Please, send him in Darcy,’ the Kryptonian told her, standing up behind her desk, sucking in as hard as she could and angling her head so it wouldn’t show her soft under chin.

Bruce Wayne came in through her door and she had to work not to let her jaw drop. Karen had spent her adult life around superheroes who worked out a lot and wore skintight outfits, but Wayne was something different. He was tall, handsome, muscular and perfectly prepared in a way that would have been elegant in a woman. The CEO moved like a tiger through tall grass and she wouldn’t mind being bitten by him. She offered a handshake, his was rough, and returned it just as strong as he did. He raised an eyebrow at that and she felt her legs quiver.

‘So, tell me about your new roadster,’ Wayne began, ‘I hope its worth coming all the way from Gotham to hear about.’

Karen launched into her description of the electric car with its revolutionary battery with just the right amount of eagerness. But a good deal of her mind was focused on Wayne. Holy shit but he was hot. The guy’s muscles bulged visibly in a three piece, tailor made suit. His hair was dark as a moonless night. He had a warm grin that made her feel right at home.

As she talked about the roadster’s recharging capability, she felt herself moisten. Two weeks ago she’d flown out to Vegas for another weekend of sex and buffets with decidedly chubby Zatanna, but she hadn’t come since then. She hadn’t fucked a guy in at least three years. A burning need for it spread out from between her legs and she had to fight not to use X-ray vision to take a peek at Wayne’s goods. As soon as he was gone she’d be reaching up her own skirt, she was certain.

Power Girl was also thinking about how her gut was in agony. Sucking in her belly before hadn’t been pleasant, holding it while talking for fifteen minutes with two pounds of candy in there? It was pure torture, pain radiating out from her abused belly. Back before this she hadn’t had a problem holding in a food baby all day, this had to be another ‘feeling it’ thing like Zatanna had mentioned.

‘And that’s how we manage to overcome the heating issue,’ she finished, ‘with that out of the way, we think we can bring our in house production down to $100K per car. Fine for a luxury model, but given how Starrware focuses on green initiatives we want it to be affordable to the common man, which is where Wayne Enterprises comes in.’

‘I see,’ the other CEO said and she could see vast calculations turning in his brain.

Holy shit was she getting turned on. This guy was so utterly, totally professional. She hadn’t caught him stealing a peak at anything even once. Yes she was in a business jacket to hide that tummy, but she was still her, her breasts stuck out like a cliff even in this. Wait, did she want him to take a peek? Maybe? Granted, she kind of wanted to have his b**s right now so maybe it was just a desire for reciprocation.

‘My automotive branch is working on a new model, but we haven’t had your success in working on the heating issue yet,’ Wayne explained, ‘just licensing it from you would cut costs down by $20K per car, but copying the whole model directly on our larger manufacturing line would let us have a sell price of $30K on the basic sedan model and still see a profit. The luxury model of course can be sold for a much higher price.’

‘Luxury always has a higher price Mr. Wayne,’ she said with a smile, hoping it sounding smooth and sexy, ‘I believe we have a deal.’

They shook hands again. Did he notice her palm was sweaty?

‘I believe we do,’ the tycoon said, rising from his chair with cat like grace, holy shit his crotch bulge, ‘I’ll have legal look over the fine print, but by Monday it should be ready to sign.’

‘I look forward to it,’ Karen said honestly, walking him to the door, sucking in her tummy hard and wishing she could do the same with her ass, settling for not letting him get behind her, ‘this is a big day for both our companies.’

‘I can see that,’ Wayne said, pausing at the door, shit shit did he notice she’d gotten chubby?, ‘by the way, I’m having a get together next week. It’s a charity ball for…stopping landmines I think. Would you like to come?’

‘Oh yes, I’d love to come, anytime,’ Karen stammered, feeling like a school girl getting asked out by the quarter, ‘what time?’

‘It starts at six,’ he said, ‘I appreciate it, my prior date is…indisposed for some time.’

‘Nothing can stop me from coming,’ the Kryptonian said with a smile, ‘coming there, that is.’

‘I look forwards to seeing you then,’ Wayne said and departed.

Karen waited, tracking him with X-Ray vision until he was gone. Her mouth was dry and her legs were trembling. The underwear on her clit might as well have been a vacuum cleaner. At some point she’d stopped sucking in and the agony of her soft abdominals had been replaced with the dull pinch of her skirt.

‘Darcy,’ she said, buzzing the intercom, ‘cut the security camera feed to my office.’

‘Are you going to do your ‘made a deal’ dance again?’ the other woman asked.

‘What? No,’ Karen denied, ‘I just need to um, just cut the feed okay. And tell the staff to put up their hammers because we fucking nailed it!’

As soon as Darcy had made the announcement, Karen grabbed the candy from her drawer and jumped up into the air above her desk. She swung herself back and forth, gyrating her hips and kicking her feet.

‘Go Karen! Who sold an auto deal to Bruce Wayne!’ she hummed in between bites, ‘You sold an auto deal to Bruce Wayne! Who’s stock is going up? Your stock is going up! Who’s got a date to a ball with Bruce Wayne! You’ve got a date to a ball with Bruce Wayne!’

She crumpled the empty bag and it missed landing in the trash can with a soft thump.

‘Well, if only one thing had to go wrong,’ she said lowering herself to earth, ‘Now…oh shit. I’ve got a date with Bruce Wayne.’

She looked at her reflection in the window and with a grimace took off her suit jacket. Her belly seemed really swollen now, maybe it had been already but geeze she looked kind of pregnant. Her hips were really getting wobbly and the little bulge beneath her chin seemed incredibly noticeable. Had her skirt been that tight on the thighs when she’d put it on this morning? And her breasts…yeah they’d gotten bigger but with every thing else filling out they looked proportionally smaller.

‘I’m worrying about my looks,’ Karen said to her reflection, ‘I’ve never worried about my looks before. Come on Karen, you’re a brilliant entrepreneur! You’re Steve Jobs with a big rack and an ability to lift tanks! You don’t need to worry about a measly thirty pounds in three weeks. With the right dress you’ll look great as ever.’

She bent to pick up the candy bag and her a small pop. Instantly her hands went to her butt, finding it far bigger and softer than she wanted but unsplit. She looked past the heavy mountains of her chest and the growing bulge of her belly, finding the waistline of her skirt. Instead of a button there were just a few threads.

‘I should probably go buy that dress,’ she hummed to herself, letting her belly surge out to its full size and force down the zipper, ‘and go upsize everything else. Maybe get two upsizes.’

She pulled a paper clip from her desk and used it as a crude snap. With her jacket over it it should serve to keep her skirt up for now. Then she pulled her phone from her pocket and started a text to Supergirl:

‘Hey Kara. Don’t know about you, but I’ve gotten too fat for my clothes. I could use some company for a retail shopping trip. My treat.’

After a moment her younger self texted back, ‘Same boat. I really need some new bras. Meet us at my place in ten minutes?’

Karen raised an eyebrow, ‘Us?’, ‘Sure, but make it an hour. I feel like driving today while I still sorta qualify as a hot blonde in a sports car.’

[Batman76]

Chapter 3 Part 5, Outside Kara’s Dorm, Metropolis, Day 24

‘So, why are we waiting out here again?’ asked Cassie, the fit blonde girl leaning up against the exterior to their dorm.

She was wearing cutoff jean shorts, the size two’s a little loose around her waist but tight around her firm rear and showing off her slim leg muscles. Her blue t shirt would have had her mom throwing a fit, it was to small up top to show off her breasts, while too low in the bottom exposing the bottom part of her abs. Her academic mother might have blathered about modesty, but right now Wonder Girl was endorsing the ‘got it, flaunt it’ method of thinking. Besides her boy friend didn’t mind.

‘Karen said she wanted to drive,’ Supergirl told her, tugging absently at her shorts, ‘since she’s paying I don’t mind.’

‘Yeah, but why drive? We can all fly,’ Cassie said, ‘I’m the slowest and I can make Mach 3.’

‘Karen is …particular about driving,’ Kara told her, ‘and given that I desperately need new clothes, I’m willing to indulge her. Besides were invulnerable anyway.’

‘I’m sorry, what was that last part?’ Cassie asked.

‘Oh good, she’s here,’ Kara said, super ear cocked to the side.

A red convertible zipped silently around the corner, doing at least thirty over the speed limit despite its electric engine. It slammed to a halt in a few feet next to the two girls, looking hulking and dangerous. Its license plate read simply ‘STARR 1’ and the latest high pitched song from the Black Canary’s blared over the radio. Karen sat behind its wheel, wearing aviators sunglasses, a red silk scarf and black leather driving gloves. She’d taken off her suit jacket and undone the top three buttons on her blouse, exposing a mountain of cleavage.

‘Hey, I’m looking for two skinny blondes,’ Karen sarcastically asked, ‘but you can’t be them because there’s only one skinny blonde here.’

‘Haha, well I’m supposed to be picked up by this super ripped lady,’ Supergirl said, walking around the hood to the passenger door, ‘but since you came instead I guess I’ll go for the flabby woman.’

Karen got a good look at the other Kryptonian as she walked by. The past weeks had certainly put a stamp on her and for her part Power Girl was a little jealous. With her initial gain Kara hadn’t bulked up as much as filled out, her string bean body distributing the pounds in a very pleasing manner. Super Girl’s skinny legs had a little shape to them now, thicker yes but shapelier. Her hips were less girlish and had gotten a womanish roundness to them, with her barely existent butt growing round and full looking like she’d split the athletic shorts. An inch of belly showed beneath her white shirt at her midriff, it looked soft and puffy, an inch or two to pinch that probably rolled over her shorts when she sat down and formed a small almost muffin top as she stood. Up above though was the biggest change, flat chested Kara had bid tiny tata town goodbye and headed to bustland. She was wearing a much larger bra, probably borrowed from her roommate, and her tits were over flowing it. Every step she seemed to be adjusting it, trying to get the suddenly big hooters to fit. She even looked a little taller.

Kara for her part noticed the changes in her sort of big sister. All of Karen’s muscle tone was gone and her softer thighs spread out to fill her car seat. Beneath her breasts she had an undeniable paunch, more than her little inch by far. Beneath Power Girl’s face was the soft start of a double chin.

As Cassie hoped into the back seat and Kara into the passenger one, Karen gunned the engine. Her roadster shot out from her parking spot and down the street, cutting past several cars to the sound of horns. She whipped around a dump truck, through a red light and was doing 90 MPH by the time she got on the highway. Kara was thrown back to her seat, Cassie almost fell out.

‘Is it safe to drive like this?’ Kara asked, struggling with her seat belt, trying not to rip it out of the car frame.

‘Why? We’re all invulnerable,’ Karen asked as she whipped around a semi, ‘so how’s the new you?’

‘Weird, really weird,’ Supergirl said, ‘I’m getting all these looks wherever I go now and guys certainly notice me more.’

‘She came home at midnight last night,’ Cassie yelled from the back, ‘her shirt was on backwards after going to a scary movie.’

‘Oh good choice, those are the best to do it in,’ Karen said, raising a hand up for a highfive that Kara hesitantly took, ‘so, did you round the bases?’

‘No, just, just second base. I couldn’t last past that, these are pretty sensitive,’ Kara blushed, ‘like really sensitive.’

‘I bet he told everyone in the Batcave about it,’ Cassie added in.

‘He would not!’ Kara denied, too quickly.

‘Oh my god, you’re dating a Robin?’ Karen laughed, ‘that’s goddamn adorable. As for the sensitivity, I know that feeling, when mine were coming in anything could set me off. I almost came walking once, actually that was last week, so that won’t change. How’s the rest of gaining weight treating you?’

‘Most of my stuff still fits kind of,’ Kara admitted, putting a hand on her rounder hips ‘but I’m starting to have a different shape. All of a sudden my hips are round and my rear end is pressing into the back of my pants and starting to cut into my thighs. So I might as well get some clothes that fit better, as I know this isn’t going to stop.’

‘I’d settle just for a different shape,’ Karen told her, poking her own soft ring of belly fat, ‘my muscles fading fast and all of a sudden I’m jiggly everywhere and there’s rolls when I bend. The first few pounds got disguised by how big I was already, but I’ve started overflowing my frame. My legs are getting chubby and my ass is getting bigger by the minute, while my abs have turned into this puffy little jello gut. I broke my last button today, right after a meeting by the way. Still I got a date out of it despite having gained thirty pounds.’

‘Thirty?’ squeaked Kara, hand on her own little paunch,‘I only gained twenty!’

‘Rub it in why don’t you,’ Power Girl huffed, ‘Cassie, I notice you’re not saying much as we discuss what pigs we are.’

‘Umm, not a lot to say,’ Wonder Girl said, ‘but do you know there’s a cop behind us?’

Karen looked up, noticing the sirens and flashers for the first time, ‘Damn it, I really should have paid attention, they’ll take my license for sure this time. Alright, when I pull over, make sure to show as much cleavage and smile as big as possible.’

A moment later they were siting by the side of the road. Karen had undone another button on her blouse, letting the overloaded red bra show and displaying headsized cleavage. Kara and Cassie had reluctantly followed her advice, tugging their shirts down as well to show off.

‘Poop poop poop poop,’ Super Girl repeated to herself, ‘we’re gonna get in trouble! Were gonna go to jail!’

‘Relax there,’ Karen told her, patting her knee, ‘a smile and some cleavage can get you out of any ticket.’

‘Aunt Di wouldn’t be happy about this,’ Cassie said.

‘Yeah, well she has diplomatic immunity,’ Power Girl quipped, ‘alright, he’s getting out. Remember, you’re blonde and hot. Just three friends out for a road trip, having fun. So act stupid.’

He turned out to be a she, a skinny red head who wasn’t impressed by the display of cleavage as she handed over a hefty ticket, ‘You were going thirty miles over the speed limit maam.’

‘I’m sorry, you see it’s a new car and the accelerator is a little stiff,’ Karen said, cursing her luck to not get a lesbian at least.

‘You should drive more safely when you have your daughters in the car with you.’

‘Daughters?’ asked Karen.

‘I’d expect such driving from a teenager, but not somebody of your age,’ the police woman said, ‘I see you speeding again out here, you’ll spend the night in a cell.’

Karen sat fuming, the car shaking with her in anger.

‘PG, you alright?’ Kara asked nervously, ‘the car’s starting to shake.’

‘Daughters? Daughters?’ the other Kryptonian asked, ‘How old does she think I am? I got the number two spot on Maxim’s list for crying out loud!’

‘Well, that was a few months ago, wasn’t it?’ asked Cassie nonchalantly, pretty sure she’d herself move up from thirty four this year.

Karen gunned the engine, shooting down the road and straight into the parking lot of a Big Belly Burger, hitting the breaks only at the ordering sign.

‘I’m going to need two doubles, two large fries and two large shakes,’ the angry Kryptonian snarled at the box, ‘What do you two want?’

Karen finished her first shake in the twenty feet between the second window and the street, throwing the emptied cup hard enough into the trash can hard enough that the steel drum fell over. She floored it into the road, whipping around another car and zipping away through a redlight. The whole time she was unwrapping a burger and attacking it, sauce flying around. Kara slowly and meekly unwrapped her first sandwich, having only gotten two doubles, a large fry and a shake and began eating with more measured bites. In the backseat Cassie ate and said nothing, after having seen even Wonder Woman blow up she was under no desire to follow the lead of her friends.

‘I can’t *munch* even believe  *umff* that lady,’ the plump CEO muttered through her food, ‘I swear *smaff* daughters? How *chew* old does she think I am? Next time *mummmfff* demon robots invade *gnaw* I should ask her how old she thinks I am.’

‘I’m sorry that police officer said that, but it could be a compliment, Well,’ added Kara with genuine good nature, ‘people always say I look younger than I am. If you got knocked up at 18 then…’

‘Then I’d be at least 35,’ Power Girl muttered, trashing her first wrapper and opening up the second, ‘stupid bitch. I’m only *gulp* 29 and I *munch* basically stopped aging two years ago. I mean geeze, I know I put on a little weight, but come on!’

Cassie didn’t say anything. Karen was offering new clothes for free, that earned not pointing out that the Kryptonian’s softening frame was looking remarkably matronly with its thickening muffin top and increasingly beef thighs. Nor did she mention that with her jiggly new Ds that Kara wasn’t exactly girlish anymore. Instead she put a hand on her flat belly and thanked Zeus and every other god that she wasn’t one of the heroines who were a part of Zatanna’s little deal.

Five minutes and several near car accidents later, Power Girl’s roadster pulled into the mall parking lot. Wonder Girl hoped out easily, her athletic limbs negating any need for opening the door. Kara got out slowly, standing up heavily despite her strength. Her roommate’s soft belly was noticeably swollen, the inch gap between her shorts and shirt now a hand’s span in height, and the kryptonian girl rubbed it slowly. She was as athletic and flat bellied as Cassandra in comparison to their driver.

 Karen wobbled out of the car, leg’s shaking with effort. She almost tripped standing, her heels making her awkward. She was badly off balance despite the counter weight of her full rear, for her belly bulged out like a cannon ball. Her skirt was stretched out badly, its improvised paper clip clasp pulled into a flat wire sticking out forlornly. The blouse had come untucked as well and was hanging over the dome like a maternity shirt. Faint growls and groans escaped from its depths and Power Girl sweated under its weight.

‘Might…might have over did it a little,’ Karen panted as she began walking to the mall.

Kara winced sympathetically, she’d hit the same level of stuffed a few times the last month, ‘Think of it as thinking ahead, next month our guts are going to be this big anyway.’

‘Good point,’ Power Girl agreed as they neared the mall, ‘that was really a planned meal and not an anger driven gorging session.’

They shopped for a good three hours. Underwear was the second stop of choice, both Kryptonian’s in desperate need of new bras, and their swollen stomachs drew eyes at Victoria’s Secret. On Karen’s advice, Super Girl bought nearly a dozen of them running into the F cup range, as well as many of their low cut T shirts with the idea of flaunting what she was getting. The older woman got herself some H cup bras and some leggings that showed off her new badonkadonk which she bought while wearing, tossing her ruined skirt, as well as some very slinky black lace lingerie the two younger women couldn’t help but notice.

‘So, who’s that for?’ Kara asked.

‘Oh you, know in case,’ the CEO said.

‘In case you have sex before you get too fat for it in the next two weeks,’ Cassie teased, ‘come on, who’s the lucky girl? Is it Diana?’

‘As if, It’s a guy,’ Karen admitted, ‘someone from work. Its probably nothing, he only asked me out on one date.’

She refused to say anything else on the matter for a good two hours. Each was toting a good dozen bags of clothes in the next three sizes by that point, ranging from leggings to formal skirts, when Karen eyed a dress shop. In its display was a white sequined ball gown, low cut, sleeveless and with a long slit up the side. It would have looked gorgeous on Karen…a month ago.

‘I need something for a party,’ Karen explained, hurrying into the shop with the other blonde’s following.

Inside, the clerk, a skinny woman with a slightly puffy stomach, raised an eyebrow at the full bellied woman before her, who looked overweight despite the pregnant looking stomach, ‘Good afternoon. Give us just a moment and we’ll get your daughter measured.’

Power Girl’s face flattened, ‘Oh, no. She’s not my daughter, she’s my sister. And its for me. I want the white dress in the display.’

‘I see, we don’t do maternity clothes ma’am,’ the woman behind the counter said, ‘Or anything over a size ten.’

‘I’m not…, ugh,’ Karen pulled out her purse and withdrew a fat stack of cash from her wallet, ‘Look. I know I’ve put on some weight, in fact I know I’ve got a problem. But in a week I’ve got a very nice party to go to with a guy who I really like and that dress will go a long way to making me forget about how my thighs rub together for an evening. So measure me, alter the damn dress and I’ll pay double. Deal?’

‘Right this way please,’ the clerk said with a smile.

Twenty minutes later the trio of superheroines left the store, Karen humming in joy at the dress she’d pick up Friday. Even though it was a size fourteen and at her instruction loosened further at the waist it was still a gorgeous dress.

‘So, who’s the lucky guy?’ asked Cassie, ‘Must be something for you to spend two grand on a dress you’ll only be able to wear once.’

‘I’ll be able to wear it more than that,’ Karen said in denial, ‘its just a dress to have around.’

‘Umm, I hate to point this out, but you’re gaining more than thirty pounds a month,’ Kara observed, ‘in five months you’ll weigh nearly four hundred pounds and that dress will be like a scarf to you. When Zatanna turns our metabolisms back on and we get skinny again, it’ll hang off you like a tent.’

‘Okay, point,’ the entrepreneur admitted, ‘today I made a stupidly huge business deal with Wayne Enterprises. And at the end of it I got invited to a party by Bruce Wayne.’

Kara shrieked, wrapping her in a hug.

‘Oh those are so hard to get into!’ she told her mentor, ‘Usually they only invite the real upper crust and models to those!’

‘Ummm, models?’ Karen asked nervously.

‘Yeah, it was one of the perks the agency that tried to hire me advertised,’ Cassie pointed out, ‘usually Wayne gets the entire Victoria’s Secret line up.’

‘Oh, oh goody,’ sighed Karen, rubbing her soft stomach now that her food had gone down, ‘Let’s get something to eat while we think on that.’

Karen thought very hard while she ordered. The weight was hitting her looks hard and she was less than a sixth of the way through gaining it. People were thinking she was older, her body shape was shifting, her clothes didn’t fit anymore. She’d never thought much on her looks but then she hadn’t needed to think on it did she? Sighing, she consoled herself thinking she couldn’t get that much fatter by the next weekend.

While they waited in line, Cassie couldn’t help but notice everyone in the mall seemed just a little overweight. Even beyond American’s tendency to obesity it seemed strange, otherwise fashionable young women walked around with muffin tops, their pants a size too small for the amount of girl in them.

A few minutes later and the trio had trays, overfilled with both Chinese and Mexican food in Karen and Kara’s cases, and a table. Cassie ate her salad and watched her friends pig out. She was becoming an expert in watching this sort of thing. Her aunt seemed enormously pissed off at her softening physique despite willingly gaining, staring down at the heavy meals served to her by the Amazons in disgust. Karen she wasn’t sure on, she ate more than willingly, indeed she devoured everything in front of her, but seemed dismayed at getting heavier. Kara though seemed really into it, making a pig out of herself as she sucked down noodles and general tsos. It was really making the young Amazon wet.

‘So what’s it feel like to be that full?’ she asked.

‘Like I’m going to explode,’ Kara moaned, continuing to eat, ‘and at the same time like I could come at any moment.’

‘Meh, its okay,’ Karen beside her said, ‘its just mall food. That stuff from Zatanna’s evil fridge magnets is the real deal.’

‘Yeah, I don’t think I’d ever eat that,’ admitted Cassie, who’d be shocked more than once to have the winking pig magnet insult her weight and open the fridge to find it full of junk food. She’d known better than to sample it.

‘Well, you gotta do what you gotta do,’ said Kara, leaning back and rubbing her gut, now even more swollen than earlier, having puffed up so much her full Ds were resting on it. Cassie had to bite her lip to keep from coming.

‘So, you girls have any plans for dinner?’ asked Karen, ‘I was thinking pizzas at my place and a monster movie marathon.’

‘Well, I do have a test Monday,’ admitted Kara, ‘but I don’t think one night would hurt. Its not like the prof really knows what he’s talking about. What do you think Cassie, mind crashing on Karen’s couch together?’

‘Ummm,’ said Cassie legs trembling. She sort of had a loose plan to meet up with her boyfriend that night, but the thought of being pressed up to Kara’s swollen, quivering form…, ‘Yeah I can do it.’

There was a scream, a crash and a sizzle. Across from them at a stirfry place, named strangely enough Little Piggy’s Stir-Fry, a huge figure of f boiling meat and vegetable arose, its mouth a bunch of fanged fortune cookies.

‘Not again,’ Cassie said, jumping up in a flash as mall patrons ran, mostly panting, by, ‘alright, I’ve seen this before we need to separate it from its component parts. And don’t let it touch you! It’ll suck you in like tar!’

The two food swollen Kryptonians were still getting up. Karen in particular needed her hands on the table to do so.

‘I’m gonna go change first,’ Power Girl said, picking up her bags and preparing to dash away to an unseen part of the mall, ‘Kara can you disable the mall security cameras?’

There was a woosh of super speed and Super Girl appeared in uniform, tossing a handful of torn cables onto the their table. Karen nodded and dashed the other way, clothing bags in tow.

‘Ugh, remind me not to do super speed that full,’ she groaned, rubbing her stomach and looking queasy as the monster rolled towards them.

Cassie did a double take at her roomie. Kara’s out fit clearly did not fit. Her red boots were way too tight over plumper legs. Her knee length skirt had shortened pretty noticeably due to having to cover fuller hips. She had a baby muffin top on the sides of her food swollen stomach and her doubled breasts were threatening to pop out.

‘I know, I need to size this up too,’ Kara admitted, easily dodging out of the way as a giant stir fry fist slammed at them.

‘Hold on,’ Cassie said, biting her lip and drawing her lasso, ‘I’ll try what I did last time.’

The rope shot out, circling around the food monster and pulling taut. It cut through the soy sauce and noodle body with ease, but merely pulled tight on itself and returned to Cassie’s hand without doing any damage. The body reformed without pause and whipped noodles at them. Kara was able to get out of the way, but the slightly slower Wonder Girl received a blow that sent her spinning, slamming into a soda machine with a burst of cola.

‘No way…you…you…butthead!’ Super Girl cried, letting out a burst of heat vision.

The stir fry monster, already sizzling, merely steamed more and knocked Super Girl into the air towards the rising Cassie. Wonder Girl caught her friend, with her face and was knocked back into the soda machine, dazed and confused with Kara’s full chest on her face.

‘Power Girl, where are you?’ yelled Kara.

‘Come on, come on,’ Karen muttered to herself in a stall in the nearest women’s restroom, ‘fit damn you!’

She’d changed into her blue boots, tight on her fuller calves, and blue gloves, but was having a lot of trouble with her white leotard. She’d gotten it past her chubby thighs no problem and even gotten the rear part of her jigglier ass with out too much difficulty (aside from how half her butt seemed to hang out of it) but was having a lot of trouble doing its zipper. Between her bulging chest and growing belly, especially with swollen after a few meals as it was, there was no room for the zipper to work. Super strength or no, it wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Snarling, she pulled a pencil out of her purse, desperately rubbing the graphite tip along the teeth and giving a jerk on the zipper. Finally it caught and slowly pulled upwards, getting stuck at the puffiness alongside her left breast. Throwing on her cape, she pulled on her red belt adjusted its hole from the third to fourth loosest setting and left the stall. She paused despite Kara’s yelling.

‘You look like shit Karen,’ she sighed.

Tubby thighs that rubbed at the top. Paunchy lower belly that oozed on the rim of her leotard. Over full hips and a low ass with stretch marks. Shit, no wonder she looked older.

‘Power Girl, help!’ Kara yelled again.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,’ she sighed to herself and zipped outside, seeing Kara hit it with heat vision again for now effect, ‘How’s that working out Super Girl?’

‘Not at all! It just keeps getting angrier!’

‘Well, time to try the opposite then,’ Karen said, inhaling a deep breath.

She shot a cone of painfully frigid cold into the monster. It slowed its motions, took a step and then crumbled, falling to the ground in semi frozen chunks. These Karen set on fire, although not before putting some of it into a to go box for testing later.

‘Two food monsters in two malls?’ asked Karen, ‘can’t be a coincidence.’

‘Yeah, but who’s doing it, does any supervillain have fattening as their MO?’ Kara agreed.

‘Its probably related to you guys…you know…,’ offered Cassie, putting her hands together and then pulling them wide apart.

‘Yeah getting fat I get it, that it started as soon as we started looking soft is clear sign that something is behind this,’ Power Girl agreed before cocking an ear, ‘now we need too…cops and press are outside.’

Kara paled, almost in fear.

‘So?’ Cassie said, ‘I know you’re not your best but you’ll have to face it eventually.’

‘Yeah, well,’ said Karen, dashing away and returning with their bags, ‘I hear Lois Lane’s Gucci heels pushing past the cops so we better get out of here. Because I do not want to face her questioning today.’

‘Oh yeah,’ Kara said in total agreement, ‘I’m not ready to talk to Aunt Lois about this.’

The two Kryptonians blasted away through the skylight. Cassie sighed, shrugged and followed them.

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Chapter 4, Noticeable Expansions

Undisclosed Location, Day 29

Zatanna waddled through the buffet line. Vegas’ plentiful food and her own shortness had made her gain easily more visible than those on her taller comrades. As predicted, the weight had hit her lower body hard. The magician’s shapely legs were chubby and flabby, her thighs brushing heavily on each other with each step. Silvery stretchmarks were all over them, running over dimples and patches of cellulite.

 The enormous globes of her ass jiggled as she meandered down the trays, occasionaly knocking tongs from the table side as she brushed pashed. Each heavy cheek strained the fabric of her once loose athletic shorts, bulging so tight against the grey cloth it was easy to see she wasn’t wearing underwear and that blotches of cellulite were starting to spread across its surface in eagerness. Her hips were wide and matronly, topped with love handles that hung over the sides of her pant. The rest of her was almost unchanged, bar a soft pouch of fat beneath her chin.

The former sex pot wasn’t getting too many glances right now for a few reasons. Her growing heaviness, untidy clothes and extreme focus on food would drive away most boys. Not that the brunette noticed, everything had faded away, even her sexcapade with Karen, save for a desire for more food. The second reason was because the buffet was empty except for her, its doors closed despite an entire line of food being laid out. Not that Zatanna noticed, eating as much as she could and moving as little as possible were her chief concerns. Just sitting in her pent house before the enchanted open fridge, shoveling food into her mouth. She had to eat as much as she could because…

Why was it again?

Zatanna looked around frowning, ‘What…where am I? A buffet? That can’t be right…’

What was she doing here? She had a performer’s body, a super heroes body to maintain and those fishnets wouldn’t fit right if she spent her time in buffet lines.

‘I feel so strange,’ she murmured, ‘so groggy. Like I’m hung over. My body feels, so heavy.’

Zatanna looked down in horror, seeing instead of her trim legs a bloated ruin of a lower body. Love handles, cottage cheese thighs, wobbling calves and behind her a ridiculous ass. She was ridiculously pear shaped, so wide she couldn’t believe it.

‘But…but,’ the magician stammered.

‘Butt indeed!’ laughed a high voice and Zatanna realized she wasn’t alone.

Turning she saw that two women sat an empty table. One was tall and curvaceous, easily Diana’s equal in height or Karen’s in shapeliness, her curvy body clinging to a red gown. She had strikingly purple hair and evil looking eyes that glowed with sadistic glee.

‘Circe,’ gasped Zatanna, recognizing Wonder Woman’s foe immediately.

‘In the very sparse flesh, at least comparatively,’ the ancient witch grinned.

Next to her was a very thin woman, probably in her late thirties by the slight signs of aging around her eyes. She had a prim, very well cut skirt suit over her slender physique. Everything about her seemed to radiate severity, from the perpetual frown on her mouth to the way her blonde hair was pulled tight in a bun.

‘This isn’t going to interfere with production is it?’ asked the business woman with annoyance, ‘we’re behind schedule already with the delays in Gotham.’

‘Not at all Ms. Cale,’ the witch assured her, ‘this is just adding a little flavoring.’

‘Wait a minute, Veronica Cale,’ Zatanna exclaimed as she recognized her, ‘the business tycoon, what the hell are you doing here with her? And what am I doing here!’

‘You are providing the input for the production of exotic, highly addictive food ingredients that will see my company become the largest on earth,’ the skinny blonde said with annoyance, ‘while giving me the satisfaction on seeing Wonder Woman and the rest of that bubble titted group of airheads known as superheroines turn into slothful pigs.’

‘No! Were doing this for the prophecy! To stop the Assyrian goddess of gluttony who can only be stopped by us getting fat, 'she denied, the scenario sounding more and more ridiculous with each word, '…I’ve been played haven’t i?’

‘You’ve been played marvelously little piglet,’ laughed Circe, ‘convincing your friends all at once, making them think it was for the greater good and casting a spell I put into your mind yourself. Now when Diana and the rest of those idiots start blowing up none of their friends will start to wonder why and do inconvenient things like bringing them to Themyscira. Or to some magician like, you.’

Zatanna stared at them both in horror.

‘Can you stop playing with your food now?’ asked Cale, ‘we need to get production back up and we need to do more experiments to stop the creation of more food monsters.’

‘Please, don’t spoil the fun,’ the witch laughed, ‘you can’t make an addictive ingredient like that from her magical energy without a few kinks.’

‘No!’ snapped Zatanna, ‘No, I’m stopping you right here, right now!’

She took a fighting pose, fists up, legs spread. It would have been a lot more intimidating if her thighs had stopped touching at any one point. A faint sheen of sweat broke out over her forehead just from that effort. She realized that every bit of her formidable athleticism had atrophied away and her BMI had skyrocketed. Even accounting for a month of eating she was far fatter than she should be.

‘What are you going to do puffball?’ laughed Circe, ‘fall over on me?’

‘You might be an older magician, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeves,’ Zatanna sneered, stretching out her hands, ‘Semalf otni tsrub!’

Her eyes widened when neither in fact burst into flames. Circe laughed again.

‘You’re not in Las Vegas. You’re in one of my research facilities inside a hermetically sealed chamber,’ Cale said coldly, ‘one designed to continuously subvert the powers of a particular super human, in this case you. In here you’re nothing more than yet another flabby woman who’s lost her looks and every time your body produces magical power, like say by eating, the room siphons it from you and into my factory’s food replicators. You just gave me enough additives to give a cheer leading team a life long weight problem.’

‘My friends are going to come for me!’ snapped Zatanna, ‘when they find out that I’m missing they’ll look for me! They probably already are if my show’s been cancelled!’

‘No one’s looked, because you haven’t missed a performance,’ giggled Circe in Zatanna’s own voice, with a swish of her hands turning into a perfect replica of Zatanna in slimmer days, replete with top hat, ‘I always wanted to be in show biz.’

‘But…but…,’ Zatanna stammered, ‘someone will…Power Girl...’

'Was a fun lay, but getting a bit heavy for my tastes,' the disguised sorceress giggled.

‘No one will ever find you,’ Cale said, ‘this plan is full proof. Now, if you’re done here Circe, we need to get back to production.’

A door hissed open and Cale used it before Zatanna could think to act. Circe, still disguised as the other magic user, blew her a kiss.

‘Don’t worry, you won’t be alone forever little piglet,’ Circe giggled, ‘once the others are nice and heavy you’ll have your own little over eater’s anonymous chapter. Now, back to eating!’

Zatanna moved to say something, but her stomach rumbled. The food smelled so good. She’d just have a quick bite, then focus on escaping.

Outside, in a sterile white research laboratory, Cale turned to Circe.

‘I still don’t understand why that was necessary,’ the CEO huffed, ‘she may try and escape now that she’s not in a daze.’

‘Hopeless food tastes the sweetest dear,’ Circe said, 'she'll try and resist her urges, putting off even more power.'

‘Nor do I understand why you insisted on using other super heroines if Zatanna is all we need,’ Cale went on, ‘we both have a history with Wonder Woman so I understand including her. But the Kryptonians, the other alien, why them?’

‘Why? Because it amuses me,’ grinned Circe, ‘and I wanted some variety. You’ll see when youre ready to expand production.’

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Another short update:

 

Chapter 4 pt 2, Gotham, Hotel District, Day 30

Power Girl was in her suite, a room filled with clothes and several half empty bags of candy.

‘Okay you’ve got this,’ Karen Starr muttered to herself, pacing back and forth in her hotel room in her underwear, ‘you can do this PG. Its just a date. You can do a date. You’re confident, you’re awesome, you’re sexy as all hell.’

She looked in the mirror, stood up straight, inhaled and smiled.

‘Not too bad, as long as you suck in your gut and are only seen from the waist up,’ she said to herself, seeing a curvaceous woman in the mirror, ‘no more abs, or quads or lats or anything but…hey, you have huge tits and big hips, that’s what men care about right? And its not like  you look that bad…just a little soft.’

She exhaled, letting her stomach pooch out to its fullest extent with a wince. The Kryptonian put her hand on it, the paunch soft as butter. She pinched an inch and then some more, finding not a hint of tone. She twisted in the mirror, seeing fat folds form along her side, and despaired at seeing how much cellulite was starting to mar her once perfect cheeks. Fingers ran over her backside, feeling how unsmooth and soft it was becoming.

‘Okay, a little soft is a bit of an understatement,’ the superheroine said to herself, ‘you’ve gone from fit to over curvy to well…plump. Pleasantly plump.’

Aware she was in danger of eating her way out of her dress for this party, Karen had tried to keep to a relatively stable diet: only four meals a day and no snacks or empty calories from sodas. Unfortunately, fear that she’d be too much of a blimp for her dress had led her to stress eating, which had kept her weight gain right on track. Yes it had only been a week, but she looked even heavier.

Heavy thighs that were getting a few dimples in the back, while they firmly squished together up top. No trace of muscle tone was on them and they spread considerably when she sat, they’d become an unexpected problem area. A flabby little belly on her lower pelvic area pooched over her underwear and turned every pair of pants into mom jeans. Instead of ripped glutes she had a thick layer of jiggly blubber, wider and lower than she’d imagined.

The damage up top wasn’t as bad, but still frightful. Beefy arms that had started to jiggle when she moved fast, mocking her once cut limbs. Heavy breasts that bulged at the sides of her bra and had definetly lost an inch to sagging as they transitioned from big breasts to fat girl tits. A broader face that had a double chin at most angles.

‘Okay, I’m not my best but I’ve got a trick or two up my sleeve,’ Karen told herself, going over to her suitcase and taking out a garment she’d never seen herself buying, spanx.

‘Its temporary,’ the kryptonian told herself as she eased into the control garments, rolls forming around her belly as she struggled with it, ‘its no big deal. This doesn’t mean you’re a fat ass for real. Its just temporary.’

The spanx slid up her thighs and with a tug she pulled it over her hips. Karen was used to tight clothing, but it didn’t feel right. Her sensitive thigh and belly fat squirmed beneath the fabric, as it muffin topped below and above it. In the mirror it looked horrible, but hopefully it would look okay under a dress.

Her stomach gurgled, loudly and with deep insistence.

Ignoring it, the plump super human tugged her dress over her head. She moaned with relief to find its zipper go up with out much struggle, unconsciously sucking in her stomach as it zipped. With it on, she looked back in the suite’s mirror and smiled.

Busty. Curvaceous. Stunning.

Long, silky legs displayed in the dress’ slit, ones that didn’t bulge in anyway. Wide, round, ultrafeminine hips. A waist line that wasn’t her old ultra flat one, but was still notably narrower than her hips. And of course, twin tan orbs of busty beauty up top, so huge and well displayed by the low cut gown she could barely take her own eyes off them.

‘Not bad at all,’ she smiled to herself, ‘if I could get rid of the tummy flub I wouldn’t mind staying at this weight.’

Her belly gurgled again, a twinge of pain from it, just as the alarm went off on her phone. Shit, time to get picked up!

With a super speed dash she put on her heels, gloves and makeup, while grabbing a purse, super heroing outfit hidden inside it. A moment later she was out the door and into the elevator, sharing it with an older woman who kept casting side long glances at her, no doubt judging her. Karen grinned back at her, until a roar worthy of a dinosaur erupted from her stomach. Power Girl’s eyes went wide and she felt a strange tug on her shoulders.

‘Oh no,’ the CEO muttered to herself, ‘not now.’

The elevator slowed and her body suddenly felt heavy. Her lower back suddenly ached, while sharp, stabbing pains came at the sides of her bra where too much boob flesh fit into too little fabric. Circles of pain radiated around the spanx at her thighs and stomach. Her feet and ankles were suddenly sore from the heels.

When she stepped out of the elevator she almost stumbled, unused to compensating her changed body and her pace felt glacial. The old woman clipped by her with a huff as Karen put a gloved hand on a table for support.

She was feeling the weight of her own body again, but this time with an extra forty pounds of fat and greatly atrophied muscles. Her stomach groaned, quieter but with great insistence as she got a smell of the hotel restaurant’s cooking. The superhero took a half step towards it, stopping herself with the memory of last time. She was going to have a hard enough time getting laid tonight having gotten chubby, but showing up covered in food and swollen into near immobility?

‘I’ll have to resist,’ she groaned to herself, even as she saw a limo driver at the door with a sign bearing her name, ‘just hold on…I can do this, right?’

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At some pant I probably should. Also, I should continue this.

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Been far too long!

 

Chapter 4 pt 3, Gotham Warehouse District

There was a full bar and a tray of gourmet chocolates in the back of the limo. Karen kept her eyes locked tight upon them, all of her mental energy focused on keeping herself from hurling her body onto the tray and filling her gullet with chocolate and booze. The thought of showing up at the swanky ball with a bulging belly, a chocolate smeared face and a high blood alcohol content was the only thing that kept her from gorging, but it didn’t stop her from drooling.

Because she was focusing so much on it, she didn’t notice the limo turn deeper into the city, heading away from the rich outskirts and towards the crime ridden warehouse district. The car turned into the gates of a large building, a decaying sign bearing ‘Gotham Bakery: Cake Depository’ above its doors. Power Girl’s nose was the first thing to notice that she was in the wrong location, when it picked up the smell of baking batter and sugary icing. Her blue eyes turned away from the chocolates and widened in alarm, seeing that the Limo was surrounded by nearly a dozen people, all of them toting guns.

‘Oh shit,’ the temporarily depowered Kryptonian muttered, stomach filling with butterflies, ‘and during that time of the month.’

Normally twelve people with guns would be a walk in the park, but as she was powerless and more than a bit doughy at the moment, Karen found herself at a huge disadvantage.

‘Damn you Z,’ the woman muttered as the door was opened and a gun motioned her out.

Getting out was awkward. The car was short, she was both tall and wearing heels and her now flabby midsection and soft thighs wasn’t up to contorted positions. With a soft grunt she managed to pull herself out, finding that she stood a foot taller than her captors.

‘What is this, a freshman cult?’ the CEO asked incredulously.

All of her captors were young women, wearing extremely cheap looking nun Halloween costumes and carrying cheap guns. They were also all incredibly bored, several chewing gum or checking their phones.

‘Shut up!’ the nearest woman said tiredly, adding an eye roll as she closed the car door and a ‘You prideful sinner!’

‘…What?’ Karen asked, dumbfounded.

‘Ugh, just, the professor is giving us credit to talk this way,’ the younger woman sighed, waving her gun, ‘now come this way, so you can be judged!’

‘Judged for what?’ the Kryptonian asked, while noticing that the gun’s barrel seemed suspiciously small.

‘I don’t even know,’ her captor sighed, ‘but I’m getting three credit hours for it, so who cares. Now follow me.’

Karen had a hunch that the gun was actually a BB gun, but without X-ray vision she couldn’t be certain. She could probably handle two or three of these girls even in her pathetic state and in heels, but against twelve of them she’d obviously go down. Right now all she could do is go with them and wait for an opportunity to glut herself back to full power.

She started walking forwards, only for a sudden tug from behind to catch her mid stride and a huge rip to split the air. She looked down, past the sequined globes of her chest to see her bare legs and above them the tough fabric of her spanx. Karen spun around, seeing the skirt of her dress had been caught in the door when it was closed and, perhaps weakened by being let out, had ripped right off at the slightest pressure.

‘My mom has a pair just like that,’ one of her captors giggled.

Power Girl fumed, feeling herself blush with shame. She’d wasted a huge amount of money on a dress that would hide her weight gain and here it was exposed. Even worse, the remaining part of the dress looked like her super hero costume, save for the unsightly spanx. Sighing, she unzipped the blouse and tossed it away onto the skirt.

‘Just, shut up and take me to your boss,’ she demanded, wishing that she could fly out of the warehouse.

Going to the boss meant going up several flights of stairs. With each step Karen felt every one of her forty extra pounds of fat that she’d gained and every degree of muscle tone she’d lost. The mushrooms of fat at the bottom of her spanx rubbed together and the control underwear pinched painfully at her soft abdomen and flabby buns. Her heavy breasts bounced uncomfortably, earning sympathetic winces from her lower back. She was breathing heavily by the top of the stairs, sweat forming on her brow.

‘Not work out a lot at your company?’ the seeming head henchwoman asked.

‘You’re looking like you’re carrying a freshman fifteen of your own,’ Karen panted, catching her breath on the end of the stairs, ‘you know, the earlier you start putting it on, the fatter you’ll get.’

The kidnapper looked down at her own chubby thighs and cast a glare at Karen, ‘shut up and follow me.’

The boss was waiting on a desk in an old office. She was a woman of about thirty who was…well, Karen couldn’t throw stones about weight anymore but she was undeniably fat. A two piece naughty nun costume had its skirt strained to bursting by overwide hips at the side, a sagging belly fraught with red stretch marks hung over its cheap belt and immense breasts overflowed her cups. Her face had a thick double chin and a growing patch of adult acne.

‘Ah, Karen Starr, the prideful bitch who made me fat through her own sinful pride!’ the woman said, sliding ungracefully off the desk.

‘Umm, I’m sorry but have we met?’ the Kryptonian asked.

‘Of course, I am the brilliant Doctor Kathy Baker,’ the obese woman exclaimed, ‘although I looked a bit different then.’

Karen flipped through her own memory, ‘Wait, weren’t you the one who had that stupid 3d Cake printer? And um, weren’t you a lot thinner?’

‘Of course, I used to be a size two!’ the fat woman exclaimed, ‘until you rejected my proposal to supply everyone with a 3d Cake Printer! Despondent, I ate myself into obesity, until I had a revelation! You only rejected it because you knew you’d lose your valued hard body if you had constant access to cake! Now your sin of pride will be wiped clean with a tide of righteous batter!’

Karen stared at her, ‘That’s…completely true.’

‘Yes and now you will…what?’ asked Doctor Baker.

‘I was utterly obsessed with being ripped,’ Karen said, ‘but now I’m not. I’ve stopped working out, eat whatever I want and I’ve gained forty pounds.’

She peeled off the spanx, showing the stretch marks on her legs and how her belly hung over her stomach. The Doctor stared at her, taking in the plump thighs, the tight spanx, the thickening arms. This wasn’t a woman with a hard body, it was a woman growing into the middle age spread early.

‘Well…you’ll still suffer! By the time I’m done with you, I’ll look skinny!’ the fat wannabe villain yelled, pushing a button on her desk.

A door opened and a quad rotor drone hovered in, gently dropping a large sheet cake onto the desk and then leaving. Karen’s stomach growled audibly and she licked her lips hungrily. This might have been embarrassing, but it was shaping up to be the best kidnapping ever.

Ignoring the vengeful kidnapper, Karen sauntered over to the desk and pulled off her gloves. Ignoring her hands and the fork at the side of the desk, she shoved her face right into the sugary white icing. Its flavor was like a bomb going off in her mouth and she started swallowing, barely taking time to chew. Icing smeared across her face, crumbs got into her bra and she kept eating, shoveling the cake in when she had eaten its middle. Dryness shook her mouth and she chugged down a pint of milk next to the cake. Karen plopped heavily into the old desk’s chair, groaning happily. One hand traced the swollen dome of her stomach, which sloshed slightly, and she sucked icing off the other.

‘Well…um…uh,’ Dr. Baker stammered, ‘well, I hope you liked that cake as it was laced with a highly addictive additive! Now you’ll be hooked to fatty food!’

Power Girl’s swollen belly groaned audibly from where it rested on her thighs.

‘You got anymore?’ she asked with a smile.

An hour and four cakes later, Karen leaned contentedly back in the chair. The crumbling remnants of four different sheet cakes were in front of her, as well as nearly a gallon of milk. Her belly was a vast, swollen dome of flesh that was making odd sighing noises and was painful to touch. She’d never stuffed herself so big before, she looked like she was pregnant with quadruplets for Rao’s sake.

‘But…you were…why would you do this willingly?’ Professor Baker stammered.

‘Body positivity and all that,’ Karen said contentedly, ‘Love yourself in your own skin and all that.’

‘But…you must have eaten sixteen thousand calories in one sitting! It was like seeing a machine!’ the overweight wannabe villain asked.

‘Yeah, well, you should have planned a bit more and maybe kidnapped someone without an appetite,’ Karen said with a demure burp as the low level supervillain walked out of the room in a huff.

And without super powers she added mentally. Now that she was done gorging, all of her powers were back in full force. She scanned the room with X-ray vision, revealing that all of the guns really were BB guns. She smiled and rubbed her stomach, debating on how uncomfortable it would be to knock out all of them with super speed.

A sudden crash interrupted her thought process from somewhere else in the building. There was the sound of running and several punches, before Doctor Baker was driven hard through the door with a ferocious punch. Karen was not entirely surprised to see a dark, caped shape loom in the doorway.

Batman.

Karen had been focused on the vice of gluttony for the last month or so, but the sight of the muscles straining the dark knight’s Kevlar set her clit twitching. Reflexively she tried to suck in the immense dome of her stomach and wiped a bit of frosting from the corner of her mouth as if it would do anything.

‘Ms. Starr, are you alright?’ the vigilante asked.

‘Oh, I could use help with a couple things,’ she cooed, smiling.

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I'm actually part way through another chapter...

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And it arises from the dead!

Chapter 4 pt 3, Batgirl’s House, day 51, Late Night.

Barbara Gordon had to admit to herself that she was addicted.

Batgirl’s face was shoved deep between a pair of long, pillowy soft and well tanned thighs that pressed warmly against her blushing cheeks. Her pale forehead pressed a plush lower tummy roll that spilled part way onto her red curls. Her strong martial artists hands were clinging to a round, heavy cheek that felt like memory foam between her fingers. Her tongue licked up and down on a hairless pink pussy that tasted like a surprisingly wonderful combination of pineapples, roast beef and mustard. Her blue eyes crossed at the pleasure she got from chowing down on the plump heaven in front of her, barely even noticing her boyfriend’s dick plunging deep into her own pussy.

Babs risked a look up, seeing the round paunch of her girlfriend hovering above her, the heavy downslopes of her chest hanging over it, all of them bouncing and throbbing with every breath. Another tremor of desire flushed through her, athlete’s muscles trembling at the sheer joy of the fat laden landscape before her. From her plump gut, to her heavy breasts to double chinned face, the alien princess had swelled from model like perfection into a over indulged curves.

The alien moved slower now and was certainly a much bigger target, yet remained the most powerful member of Barbara’s team. Her superstrength and starbolts remained dangerously effective, even though one hand was always stuffing her face. When not moaning with pleasure or gorging she retained her hyper active personality, floating and flitting around like an increasingly wide fairy.

Exactly how big the gorgeous alien was remained a question. Barbara hadn’t asked when the other red head was lean, she was afraid the number on the scale would be smaller than her own. But now, with the blubbery Kori’s paunch resting on her thighs sitting or standing, she desperately wanted to know. She guessed maybe 180 lbs, maybe higher given how everything was sagging.

Maybe it was the thrill of her rival having gained at least sixty pounds in a little less than two months. Maybe it was the incomparable feeling of butter soft thighs against her face activating some long hidden fetish. Maybe it was some sort of alien mind control pheromone making her be attracted to this strange woman no matter how she looked.

But no matter the reason, Barbara had to admit she was addicted.

Themyscyran Embassy, day 51, morning.

‘I’m doomed,’ Diana said to herself, staring at the heavy reflection in the mirror.

The tall sculpted warrior she was used to seeing had vanished day by day since she decided to help Zatanna. As she felt her limbs soften and her belly expand, the Amazon had taken to avoiding  mirrors, dreading to see the result of her magical gorging. But now, with an official return to Themyscyra ordered she couldn’t avoid it, making herself have to confront the obese monster in the mirror with naught but underwear to cover herself, for she’d even outgrown her once loose formal robes and a new set was being stitched for her.

Diana’s sharp face had bulged outwards, striking features becoming round, dull and heavy. Even her big blue eyes seemed piggish. Her narrow waist had exploded outwards into love handles and a heavy tummy roll, rapidly becoming her widest measurement even as silvery striations covered it. All the perk had gone out of her now matronly breasts, which hung inside an underwire bra grabbed from a plus sized store, fat mushrooming along the rim and armpits of the G cup.

Once, the Amazon’s arms had created terror in any villain that had seen them, the muscles on them bulging with barely contained power. Now they were so swollen with fat her trademark bracelets wouldn’t close around her puff forearms. Her long fingers had gotten chubby, even as her hard earned warrior calluses had faded away to nothing. Fat had coated her triceps, which bulged like a woman much older.

Wonder Woman’s black granny panties clung overtight to her ultra wide hips, which had lost their athletic prowess in exchange for unrivaled talent for sitting around. Not long ago, a bullet fired at her flawless ass would have bounced off with a clang. Now any gunshot would have gotten lost in a fold of lard or patch of cellulite. She was wearing an XL sized pair but still half of her bloated backside hung out of it, a bulging shelf.

Several despicable tabloids had voted the Amazon’s legs the sexiest on earth, which had been near unarguable so sculpted and lean were they. But two months of indolence and gluttony had made them thick and columnular. Her graceful ankles and muscular calves had swollen down and up, meeting into one thick cankle. The hyper defined muscles of her thighs had been lost to atrophy, replaced with useless fat that touched at the top.

Apart from her height, Diana didn’t look like the Warrior Princess of the Amazons, but like a typical American housewife who would be seen waddling about Wal-mart pushing a cart laden with processed foods. Her mother was going to be furious, no matter her good intentions. Nervous, she picked up a chocolate bar from an ever present tray and started munching on it

‘Are you sure about this?’ her niece asked, Cassandra looking particularly fit in comparison.

The younger heroine was wearing Diana’s breast plate, which had been modified to fit her smaller frame.

‘I am…not able to continue as Wonder Woman,’ Diana said nervously between bites, ‘I am…my duties in aiding my allies take up too much of my time.’

In truth, not a single part of Diana’s uniform could hope to fit around her over stuffed frame and she hadn’t tried for a month. She’d ballooned far more than she could have feared, having piled on seventy pounds of blubber in the last fifty days. Her appetite was out of control and to make matters worse, the Amazons on the embassy staff had decided that aiding her in her mission was their chosen duty. They cooked meals and constantly pampered her, swelling her up by more than a pound a day. In the maddening period of powerless gorging that Zatanna’s spell had inflicted on her three weeks ago, they’d kept their Princess eating constantly for an entire day of magically enhanced gluttony. The feeling, of being utterly helpless and totally out of control had stayed with her ever since. She hadn’t even tried to use any of her array of powers, bar her customary speed which allowed ever faster eating.

Diana had stopped working out after that and had started gaining an unbelievable two pounds a day as consequence. She hadn’t gone to official meetings or fought any evil doers, leaving it to her former side kick, who out of Diana’s expanding shadow was blooming into a powerful heroine in her own right.

‘You will act in my stead until I can return,’ Diana said, ‘that is…if I can return.’

‘Di, I’m sure you can lose this,’ the younger heroine insisted, standing closer and presenting a contrast of youthful fitness and swollen obesity, ‘why a few months without the curse…’

‘I’m not talking about the curse,’ the obese Amazon sighed, pinching the deep layer of fat over her waist, ‘I’m talking about what my mother will do when she sees all of me.’

….

Farmhouse in Hamilton County, Outside Metropolis

Kara Zor-El’s sneakered feet sat down softly onto the porch of a well maintained farm house. There was a soft groan despite the Kryptonian girl’s intentions, she hadn’t gotten use to flying at her new size with powers. A year of being ethereally slim and willowy had been replaced with a brief month of eye catching curves as her skinny body had filled out into a gorgeous woman’s.

‘One, two, three here goes nothing,’ the freshman heroine said to herself raising up a hand to knock and feeling the hem of her sweater rise up as it did.

Rolling her blue eyes, Kara adjusted it, pulling her very tight leggings up a little bit. She needed another Starware funded shopping spree with her ever increasing gain, but didn’t want to be the first to admit she’d gotten too fat by calling her doppleganger, resulting in a cold war of straining blouse buttons and pinching waistbands. But she really didn’t want to see her aunt Lois with her tummy poking out. Sucking in her stomach a bit, Kara rapped on the door, making sure to not accidentally knock it off its hinges.

A moment later the door opened, revealing the stunning form of Lois Lane-Kent. The ace reporter was easily twice Kara’s age, yet boasted long coal black hair, smouldering purple eyes in a determined square face, a jaw dropping 36-24-36 figure in tight purple blouse and long, athletic legs in a short white skirt. Her aunt had a confused look for a moment as she viewed the girl on her porch, barely recognizing her.

‘…Kara?’ asked Lois.

‘Yeah, long time no see, huh Lois?’ the overweigh coed said shyly.

Lois was more than a little bit shocked by the transformation. She’d tried to form a relationship with the teen refuge, but her own overbearing nature and Kara’s skittishness had prevented it. Still, seeing an inflated version of the once willowy Maid of Might was an enormous shock.

Kara’s leggy, model figure had grown dumpy and pear shaped. Her legs had gotten thick and toneless, straining her black leggings to the point of breaking, making her thighs touch all the way down. Her girlish hips were enormously wide, easily having expanded into the forties, and almost comedically round. The girl’s once tiny waist was a hefty dome of fat split in two by the tight hem of her stomach, which whilst dwarfed by her hips was startlingly large. Her small breasts hadn’t grown much since their earlier spirt and were now dwarfed by the rest of her ballooned body. Her lean face had turned round and puffy, making her barely recognizable.

‘You could say that,’ the shocked woman said, ‘you uh….’

‘Freshman fifteen,’ the Kryptonian said, not explaining where the other forty five pounds had come from, ‘hit me like a ton of bricks. Well, a ton of bricks wouldn’t actually do anything so…’

‘It looks…good on you,’ Lois said softly, lost for words for once, ‘um…so I’ll be back tomorrow morning at lunch.’

‘Great! It’ll give me tons of time to spend with my little cousin,’ the plump girl said, not adding it would give her time away from her infuriatingly skinny room mate cassie.

As Kara ballooned, Cassie was getting ripped, to the point that with a dark wig she’d have been a doppleganger for her mentor prior to Wonder Woman turning into a blob. She tended to flaunt her increasingly hard physique in very tight work out attire, while Kara was finding she could barely keep her ever expanding rolls contained. Nor did Kara like the way the taller girl’s eyes lit up when they glanced on the Kryptonian’s softening physique. A little bit away would do her good.

‘Oh, Jon’s off with his father. You’ll have the house to yourself’ the MILF reporter went on, trying not to look at the various bulges that her niece now consisted of, ‘there’s a fridge full of food for tomorrow and a booklet of coupons and fifty bucks for pizza.’

‘Pizza sounds great,’ Kara said, aware it was something a fat girl would say and that she’d had a full meal before leaving college.

‘Just a few chores you shouldn’t have any trouble doing,’ Lois said, handing her a list and walking to her car, ‘Take care!’

‘Yeah,’ Kara said as the new Starware electric drove off, ‘how hard can it be to house sit an empty house?”

….

Barbara Gordon’s House, Day 52, early morning.

‘Babs are you the allright?’ Korri was asking.

Barbara’s blue eyes opened blearily, she felt as if she’d gone twelve rounds with Killer Crock. She looked up to see Star Fire standing over her, a concerned look on her face and a plate of cookies in her hand. The orange alien looked very concerned, but it didn’t stop her eating another baked good, not that anything did.

The bomb shell body Barbara had been jealous of had faded away, a slim sand castle worn down by relentless tides of junk food. Somehow she was still relatively hour glass, but so much fat had stuck to her body that that was becoming academic. Her skimpy costume had had to be retired, as there was simply too much tamaranean to fit into it.

Even wearing one of Dick’s T shirts and a pair of Barbara’s athletic shorts the red head was nothing short of obscene. Several inches of delicate orange gut poked out around the top of her shorts where the shirt failed to meet it, a doughy spare tire of a muffin top that went all the way around. Between wide hips and a bulging fupa, the shorts themselves were near ripping. As she looked up, Barbara was treated to a sight of her roommate’s camel toe.

 

Star Fire’s once perfect legs had ballooned out, flabby thighs meeting all the way to her knee. Part of it was from constant over eating, part of it surely was from Koriander almost never walking anymore, preferring to instead float from couch to fridge and back. At the rate her muscles were atrophying and her weight accumulating, Barbara wasn’t sure Koriander would be able to walk the next year. Although she was still somehow the most dangerous member of Barbara’s team, her star bolts and flight making her dangerous despite being the size of a pig.

‘You look like you’re doing the dozing,’ Starfire said again, prodding her gently with her toe in the belly.

Somehow that hurt, badly.

‘What happened?’ Barbara asked, sitting up and finding her stomach groaning in protest.

‘Oh, I think I left this magnet on,’ Starfire said as she picked an evil looking pig magnet off the fridge, ‘That was a bad idea, Zatanna said it wouldn’t be good for a normal human to eat from it.’

Barbara tore her eyes off the slightly sagging F cup breasts stretching out Starfire’s t shirt. Every soft pounded added to the alien was making her more and more attractive to Bab’s eyes and as a consequence she was more easily distracted.

‘Eat from what?’ Barbara asked, one red eyebrow raised.

‘Oh, the fridge when the magnet of pig is on it!’ Starfire explained, ‘Without it, the fridge is like this!’

Star opened the door, revealing a fridge full of healthy vegetables and low fat salad dressing. She shut it and put the pig magnet back on to it. The magnet oinked at the alien.

‘Two more piggies coming back to the troth, should have known that fatasses spread!’ the magnet hissed and when Kori opened it, the door held several meals full of takeout Chinese food, several pizzas and platters of cookies and brownies, as well as several twelve packs of soda. Koriander finished her cookies and pulled out a pizza, opening it to reveal a steaming hot meat lovers.

‘Magic is amazing is it not!’ Kori laughed, taking a huge bite, ‘Would you want some more?’

‘No way,’ Barbara said in horror, ‘There’s no way I want anything like that!...What do you mean more?’

Batgirl looked down, expecting to find her carefully toned gymnast physique, displayed in a skimpy pair of panties and bra. That gymnast physique was still there alright: high bust, slim legs, narrow hips, but her muscular waist bulged out like a woman ready to give birth. All around her were discarded wrappers of her favorite junk foods, stuff she almost never touched but had gorged on weeks worth in one sitting. Her belly gurgled and Babs swore she could feel herself get fatter, expanding ass cheeks swallowing her panties, softening thighs spreading together growing breasts over flowing her cups.

‘This meat lovers is quite good! I haven’t found the addicting part though,’ Kori continued, ‘I’m still not sure what that means. Do you know?’

Barbara licked her lips, suddenly picking up the smell of the pizza, ‘I’m not sure…but I could help you look for it.’

 

[Batman76]

Chapter 5: Over the Edge

NYC, Day 59

'Ms. Starr?' Came the voice of Power Girl's secretary Sarah, calling from the waiting room outside her office.

There was a brief swallowing sound followed by a, 'yeah?'

'Your yearly physical is scheduled in fifteen minutes,' came the reply.

Karen's eyes widened, the unexpected appointment such a shock that the Reese's piece she'd tossed up to catch smacked her between her eyes. Her tongue of course snagged it as it slid down her face when she sat up quickly, or what passed for quickly. Invulnerable she might be, but the Kryptonian heroine had to sit up very, very slowly from the couch she'd had installed in her office. Part of it was that her once hyper defined abs had atrophied away to nothing and that while she maintained her super strength, due to the spell placed on her, Karen was at the mercy of her own weight. She'd ballooned in the past few weeks, her expanding figure growing to such an extent that it seemed her previous rapid gain had merely been a few vanity pounds, and the thick roll of her gut threatened to keep her from getting up.

Another reason was because it was one thirty and at noon, Karen had eaten what was effectively a three person Chinese take out of General Tso's chicken, fried rice and twelve pieces of crab Rangoon for lunch by herself. The heroine's belly had been upset by the grease, so she'd started munching on candy to calm it, raiding the three pound bags that she refilled her desk drawers with every week. A near empty bag fell to the side as she slowly sat up, one that had been unopened when Karen's fingers had grabbed it an hour earlier.

'Uff, did you say, did you say a physical?' The head of Starr Ware asked, her voice nearly a whine, 'I'm not sure I want a physical...'

The Kryptonian looked down at her bloated physique. Gone were the days of physical perfection, of being an impossible mixture of lean muscle and womanly curve. Heck, gone were the days of being out of shape and plump. Since the incident in Gotham a further deepening of Karen's already voracious appetite had taken place, going merely from being usually hungry to constantly hungry. The heroine ate constantly now, her stomach consistently hurting from over consumption of the fattiest, sugary and greasiest food she could put in it from dawn to dusk.

As a result, the already increasingly hefty Karen Starr had ballooned and all of it was unflattering. Her once strong face had lost her confident jaw and high cheek bones, gaining unflatteringly round cheeks and a heavy second chin. An underwire I cup supported her breasts, which sagged like a forty year old with three kids and even as she sat up sent a twinge of pain into her lower back. Her waist had gone from a paunch to a volley ball of adipose that threatened to burst the button on her size twenty skirt and caused significant gaping in the buttons of her blouses. Worst of all, her ass had nearly literally exploded, becoming her dominant feature as the gluttonous woman became a pear. 

Once taut round cheeks had deflated as their muscles atrophied away, the cellulite coated globes that replaced them hanging like partly deflated basketballs. Her hips had widened and widened, until she'd had to remove the arms of her chair. Fat had attached to her legs like iron files to a magnet, the once shapely, muscular stems inflating into to less, flabby, weak tree trunks that gave Power Girl a humiliating waddle.

'Company policy, you put it in the rules that no one could miss!' Her secretary chirped.

'Stupid skinny Karen,' the heavy woman sighed, looking down at the sprawl of herself, really not wanting to know how much it weighed and cursing the confidently lean version of herself from six months ago.

the Kryptonian floated to her feet, even with super strength she felt every ounce of herself and hated the heavy strain rising put on her, and stood. Her legs wobbled for a moment, they could theoretically hold up a mountain range but for a moment struggled with their owner's tubby weight. Sliding into her shoes was difficult, Karen's feet had gotten fatter and her gut got in the way of seeing.

Five of the fifteen minutes had passed before the CEO, who could outrun a speeding bullet, waddled to her secretary, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow. Sarah was a bubbly girl, increasingly so as like most women in North America her weight took off. Karen reflected that she'd been skinny when hired, but now had fat girl cleavage pushing at her shirt and an office paunch straining her waistband. A half empty donut box, of the same brand she'd destroyed an errant monster from, sat near the plump secretary like a murder weapon at a crime scene.

'Which company Doctor, Sarah?' Her boss asked, tearing her eyes away from the donught. 

'A new one, Dr. Porci,' the chubby young woman said, 'she recommended me this great diet plan!'

'A diet plan?' Karen asked, one eye brow raised over a perfect blue eye.

'Oh yeah, it turns out your body gets addicted to junk food,' the secretary chirped, taking up a doughnut, 'So you have to hit rock bottom by eating nothing but junk food! Then it'll recognize how much food you really need and burn off anything excess!'

Karen had become an expert on excess and even before that had had all the biology education krypton's science computers could cram into her infant brain twenty seven years earlier, so there was skepticism in her voice, 'How long does it take?'

'Oh, it's hard to say. but I've got to stick with it!' Sarah chirped, taking another bite and getting custard on her face.

Power Girl turned away from the interesting sight, a demanding rumble from her over pampered gut echoing the slap of her heels. Walking down the hallways she had trouble recognizing her employees. Mostly this was because Starwarre was at last taking off, it's profitability and size exploding by leaps and bounds. Karen was happy about that, and finding it strange that she had less and less work to do as her company increased, but was struck that all of her employees were on the plump side. Most of them had been slim young professionals either her own age or a bit younger, but now all of them were coated with the type of flab usually developed in middle age. Spare tires pressing against the last holes on belts, doughy office asses straining the seams of dress pants that should have been retired, second chins jiggling as they munched omnipresent pastries.

She should have been spooked, but was mostly annoyed that despite the cornucopia of fatties around her, Karen was still by far the biggest woman in sight. 

Karen's breath came heavy and there was a faint sheen of sweat around her face as she got into the company doctor's office. Her super strength and speed remained, but her stamina when it came to hauling her own fat ass around had certainly dropped like a lead balloon. She found herself greatful that the number of supervillain or alien attacks the last few months had dropped away to almost nothing. She was so immensely out of shape she had no idea how'd she handle in a fight. hell, she had a goddess to fight in a couple months, Zatanna's claim that fat was the way to beat it better be right.

'Dr. Porci?' Karen asked the woman across the desk from her, who looked very strange.

For one, she had purple hair, albeit pulled back in a bun. There was also the fact that she was skinny, curvaceously skinny but skinny. Apart from a few other heroines, this woman was as lean as Karen had seen in several weeks. A smile split her pretty face as she eyed the CEO up and down.

'That's me, you'd be Ms. Starr, correct?' The woman asked, vivid green eyes blazing.

She looked very familiar, but Karen was too caught up at looking at how slim she was to put a finger on it.

'Yes...all of me,' she said, 'I hope I'm not late.'

'Of course not, if you'd take off your shoes and step on the scale,' the skinny Doctor gestured at a device like a medieval torture rack.

Gulping, Karen slid off her shoes and walked like a condemned prisoner. Various racks and slides clicked and whirled as she stood, realizing she was subconsciously sucking in her gut like it would help.

'Two hundred and fifty pounds,' Porci announced crisply, "eighty pounds since last year."

karens mouth fell open. Eighty pounds. Eighty pounds in less than three months, half of that in twenty days. Two pounds a day.That was crazy, flat out insane. 

"Let's get a height for BMI," the doctor hummed, taking another measurement, "ah, 5'10."

"What?" Karen blanched, "I'm 6'0!"

"Large weight gain can cause spinal compression," Porci smiled, "let's see, putting these in the calculator. A BMI of 35.9, you're obese. Let's get your blood pressure."

Power Girl stood stunned, letting the doctor run her through a few other tests. She was obese. Obese. OBESE. Yeah, she'd expected to get fat, but now that she was jiggling in a doctor's office it drove it home.

"Your blood pressure is on the high side of normal," the doctor was saying, "but it's elevated compared to before. Im going to put you on a diet and exercise regime."

Karen sat stunned. She'd been put on a diet. She was so fat she'd been put on a diet.

But wait, she couldn't lose weight. Well, she probably literally couldn't but she needed to keep the fat until Zatanna's ancient gluttony goddess was beaten.

"I need to lose weight?" Power girl asked, voice timid as a mouse.

"Oh, don't think of it like that," the doctor said, patting her belly, "we just want you to be as healthy as you can at any weight."

Karen exhaled, a bit relieved.

"Besides," the doctor continued, "once someone reaches your weight, it almost never comes off."

The disguised Cersi watched with glee as her victim waddled away, caught fully in her trap.

 

 

 

[Batman76]

I don't like downers, but that doesn't mean it won't have a lot of WG.

[Batman76]

Chapter 5.1 : Double dealings

Las Vegas, 

Cerce strutted into Calecorps head quarters. Heads turned as she did, her voluptuous Grecian figure was shown off to aplomb in a once two grand evening gown of purple and sequins. She'd gotten it for free by charming the clerk, but it had been marked down to a hundred dollars due to the store, the same one Power girls destroyed gown had come from, having come by necessity a plus size clothier. The store would have suited most of the workers, apart from the elite POISON mercenaries and Cale's science staff, the common workers at the company were as bulging and puffy as anyone else in America. 

That put a grin on the ancient witches face. Soon she'd have the whole world at her feet, dumb and fat as pigs. There were just a few obstacles first. One of those was her partner, Dr. Veronica Cale who was in her ultra sleek modern office. Unlike the now lazy Karen Starr who lounged on a sofa eating herself into further obesity, this ruthless CEO was talking to her AI Dr. Cyber, while doing yoga in workout gear, her skintight Lycra tights and sports bra showing off a flawless, size 2 figure. Cerce examined her, Cale wasn't much compared to an Amazon but she was physical perfection compared to most women. A shirt could have been ironed on her toned belly, her A cups might be small but they were as high as a girl half her age and her long legs and tight ass could have belonged on a ballerina. She was in a difficult pose, slowly scissoring her legs in the air while standing on her hands, yet seemed perfectly attentive of the computer's hologram.

"We're struggling to meet demand with just Zatanna powering the facility," Cyber reported tonelessly, 'food production will soon be peaking at 23% of the American market.'

'Move the profits into buying up clothing stores, how's Victoria's Secret doing?' Cale asked, breathing even.

The hologram, of a curvaceous synthetic woman with cables for dreadlocks, hummed for a second before answering, 'Internal documents report that sales are down 31% and that 20% of their models can't make weight for the fashion show.'

'Buy every stock available and do the necessary paper work to put me in charge,' the hard bodied blonde ordered, springing up with ease, 'When I am, raise prices and add subliminal messaging to the adds. Ones that will increase appetite, raise sales and make fat women feel worse about themselves.'

The AI whirred again, 'Done. If there is resistance from any of the models?'

'Check their education against the POISON checklist and draft them in if they pass,' Cale said, whipping a barely existent bead of sweat off her face with a towel, 'if not, fire them."

The blonde woman turned, eyes narrowing to see the Greek witch grinning at her. Cerce's huge green eyes went up and down the lithe tycoon, drinking her up.

'Afraid of gaining a few pounds?' The witch asked coyly.

Cale ignored her, 'You've examined the targets then? Are they ready for capture?'

'I've seen what I needed,' Cerce offered, 'Power Girl's close. The curse Zatanna put on her is working just as intended, even better. Not only is she fatter than expected, but she's gotten lazy too. She's not questioning what's going on, all she could think about was food.'

"Was?" Cale asked.

"The examination brought up just how fat she'd gotten in a way she couldn't ignore," Cerce explained, "now she'll be helplessly addicted to food and aware of what it's doing to her."

'And her energy reserves? My food processors need more,' Cale asked authoritatively.

'Theyre perfectly in order, stronger even given how much more solar energy she can store,' the witch shrugged, 'the other two aliens and Diana are probably similar. Starfire and Supergirl are also powered by the sun, while Wonder Woman now has more of a body to store the blessings of Olympus. I'd say that the four of them now are the most powerful beings on earth.'

That brought a frown to Cale's face, 'I don't want them empowered! I want them fat, stupid and weak! How are they getting stronger?'

Cerce smiled at her angry partner, a sexual thrill going through her body at thinking of Cale being obese, slow moving and dim, 'that's what the curse is for! It's all mind over matter. The worse they feel about their weight gain, their less their minds can tap that power. Telling that fat ass Kryptonian she was obese, shorter and needed to watch her blood pressure kicked her self confidence in the gut. Her active powers probably fell by a third. But once they're caught and in the devices I helped your scientists build, they'll be able to supply enough power to feed and fuel human civilization. A civilization with you at the top.'

Cale's anger faded, the bitter woman assuaged at the thought of world domination, 'Then let's not take them later. Let's take them now!'

'Wait just a bit, we need to savor this meal,' Cerce said, walking to the window and viewing the Las Vegas strip, 'this will be your final victory over Diana. Once she's beaten, she'll never do anything but eat again. Don't you want her humiliated first?'

The CEO paused, taking a sip from a water bottle, 'I do. I want that zippelin breasted magic bimbo shown to the world just how much of a slob she really is. I want her spirit broken. And the others too!'

'Just what I want,' Cerce agreed, grinning at how easy it was to manipulate the vengeful genius, 'and we'll have it done at your hands.'

'Mine?' Cale asked, 'I still couldn't beat Wonder Woman in a fight.'

'Not yet, but I have a little something for you just for that," the witch smiled, drawing out a vile of red liquid, "A bit of Amazon DNA. It'll make you as strong as Wonder Woman in her prime."

Cale looked at the vial, eyes wary, "I'll have my scientists put it into mass production for my mercenaries."

Cerce grinned. She'd known Cale would do that and it just made her own plans even more likely to succeed. Cale's scientists would find nothing but what Cerce wanted them to find.

"I'll be leaving then," the witch announced, brushing back her purple hair and opening the door, "I've got some maintenance charms to put on the prison Zatanna is in and then the false Themiscyras illusions to top off."

She swept out the door, brushing past Cale's office assistant who stood waiting with a tray of green tea and raw avacado. The witch didn't pay her a glance, if she had she'd just have noticed it was a woman who listened very attentively. 

"Here's your breakfast Dr. Cale," Lois Lane said, hiding her normally confident voice with a high squeak, just like she hid her purple eyes with contacts and her dark hair with a wig, "Was the meeting alright?"

"Never ask me about business young lady," Cale snarled, even though she and the spying Lois were the same age,"Put it on the table and leave."

"Of course!" Lois chirped and then left, hoping the high tech recording device in her hip pocket had gotten everything. 

"This explained what had happened to Kara", Lois thought to herself, "Now I just need to grab Zatanna and get out of here."

[Batman76]

20 hours ago, maxymumspyder said:

Figured I would chime in here, given my work was referenced earlier. I think @riptoryx hit the nail right on the head as far as my drive and purpose behind writing Willpowerless. In fact, I don't think I could have summed it up better.

@CyrilFiggus - I am just happy to hear you read it and finished it, despite your disappointment at the end! I hear your feedback about a paranoid Batman. There's a lot of reasons why I went in that direction, one of them being I have struggled with Batman's key inclusion in the Justice League, given he has no powers. I remember an old story-line once where he had a contingency plan for every member of the Justice League, should they go rogue and attack humanity. This was sort of a spin on that. Personally, I've always been a fan of Batman in terms of existing within his own universe, bereft of Superman and the rest.

Anyway, that's a very nerdy digression and I don't want to hijack this thread either! Onto my thoughts on this story!

@Batman76 - This story is tremendous fun (and the real reason I am chiming in). Easily one of the best to have been posted the past 12 months. I have enjoyed every single chapter of this story. It's fun, well-written, and deliciously descriptive. Thank you for your contributions and your creativity. In particular, I enjoy all things Wonder Woman. This last chapter was a fantastic twist and an excellent revelation as to how this "curse" is intended to work. Anyone that hasn't read this story should definitely check it out. I very much look forward to future installments!

I try! Will Powerless was definetly a big influence on this, even if the tone is a bit different!

 

Chapter 5.2: Wonder Woman's unknown battle

 

Silent as an owl at midnight, Wonder Woman's invisible jet swooped down towards themyscira. 

 

Diana cast an eye over the island of her birth, taking in its abundant natural beauty. It seemed unchanged: a ring of golden beaches leading up to sheer white cliffs that made it a nightmare for any invader who could get past the swarms of megaladon Sharks that haunted the island's razor sharp coral reefs. Thick forests spanned the island's high peaks, woods that the Amazon knew were filled with both game animas and dangerous monsters. Cultivated fields and orchards flanked the broad central River, at the delta of which was perched the island's single large city, a walled and brilliant expanse of marble domes and arches. It was a sight to stir the heart of anyone, especially a native who'd been gone too long.

 

'Somethings never change at least,' Diana said as she put the plane on a landing course, having to suck in her tummy as she adjusted the yoke.

 

The experimental plane had a narrow seat, one that Wonder Woman's doughy childbearing hips filled to excess to the point she felt it had gotten narrower. Her long legs had brought its cramped cabin space to her attention even when she had five percent body fat, now that her sagging paunch sprawled across her thunder thighs she felt like she could barely move. In some ways, Diana wished she'd flown under her own power, however doing that for more than a few hundred miles gave her a stitch and Paradise island was only barely even on earth. As it was, it had taken the overweight heroine a few hours and several passes through otherworldly fog even to find it.

 

Diana looked down, feeling her double chin bunch under her jaw. She hated the feeling of pinched flab, just as she hated every small reminder of her decline from human perfection into mortal tubbiness.

 

"Aphrodite, forgive me for wasting your gift of beauty," she prayed, "I will endeavor to restore it." 

 

She could hear her mother now, criticizing her for the early stage apron gut that had replaced her warriors abdominal muscles. Queen Hippolyta was a loving mother but also a stern warrior queen who brooked no nonsense. She'd not been happy at her daughter ever leaving the island, fearing the corruptive touch of man's world. Looking down at the broad crescent of fat that filled her lap, Diana knew she'd be getting an ear full and probably an order for a diet and pitiless exercise. She had her mission against the ancient gluttony goddess as an excuse, but the princess knew her mother might order her locked in prison anyway. The Queen could get like that when angry   And given that her command had been nothing but an order to return and the wandering islands rough coordinates she likely wasn't in a good mood.

 

Taking another invisible pass before she landed, Wonder Woman frowned as she looked again at the island. Themiscyra's whole population were warrior women, but most also had vital roles as fishers, farmers or smiths. Yet the island was bereft of activity:  there were no fishing boats in the bay, nor bronzed women tending the fields. The practice yards at the field of Ares were bereft of training warriors, the Hall of Aphrodite was empty of couples making love in its gardens and the forge of Hephaestus issued no smoke. Yet the city was not burned and there were no signs of fighting to her exacting eye.

 

"Something's wrong," she said, decades of warrior training kicking in as she dived the jet straight at the ground to avoid any anti-aircraft fire and landing it with a hard thump on an isolated beach.

 

Diana had been trained as an Amazon warrior for longer than many nations had existed. Her mind was already moving as she popped the jet's canopy, calculating what threats would be capable of taking out the island's lethal inhabitants without leaving signs of a struggle. They were few and all of them dangerous, the warrior princess was glad that her sword, lasso and shield were stored in the jet's cockpit. Something had attacked her home and it would soon feel the wrath of the Princess of the Amazon.

 

Wonder Woman roused to war would be a terrifying sight, save that she had to pause to undo her restraints, lifting up they spongy bulge of her gut so she could get at the buckle, and then had to struggle getting out of the narrow cockpit. After a moment's effort, Diana hopped down to the beach, sword and shield on her back, lasso at her side and a ripple running through her entire body as she landed. 

 

Hidden behind an illusion, which the whole island was to some degree, was Circe. The witch was in a tiny green bikini and her curvy shape bore a deep tan gained from preparing the deserted island to be one huge trap for Wonder Woman's ego. Lounging on a wicker beach chair, the immortal enchantress had on a pair of sunglasses and held a coconut half full of rum, shaved ice and pineapple juice.

 

"Oh look at that gut," the enchantress giggled, "and to think I used to be envious of your abs!"

 

The Sorceress was curvaceously slim, but she didn't have an amazons muscles. Naturally lazy, the purple haired witch had an inch to pinch around her mid drift, not helped by the pina coladas she'd been knocking back. But she was runway ready compared to Diana's bloated belly.

 

Ignorant of her opponent, Diana paused at the top of her planes wing. She buckled her shield and sword to her back and hung the lasso of truth at her side, the magic rope hanging without a knot, then adjusted her runners shoes and the fit of her shirt. Wonder Woman had chosen her attire well, an active wear red shirt and sports bra that didn't pinch her bloated midsection and a pair of blue denim shorts that didn't inhibit her movements. It wasn't much compared to her old armor in terms of protection, but its bronze waist had only measured 22 inches and Diana had added a foot and more to that measurement since then. She looked down, disgusted at the useless layers of adipose that clung to her once perfect physique, but was determined to meet whatever threat there was anyway.

 

'I've fought Gorgons while blind before,' the tall, Apple shaped woman snarled at her fat rolls, 'this will be nothing.'

 

She set off running, shoes pounding across the soft golden sands. Diana could move like a bullet thanks to the blessing of Hermes and knew the beaches like the back of her own hand, having run the trails every day since she was a child.  A blue and red blur was in her wake as from a running start she hit a hundred mph in moments.  The seventy pounds on Diana's frame didn't seem to slow her one bit as she was focused on whatever threat had harmed the other Amazons.

 

"Should have expected that protective nature would boost her self confidence," Circe growled, "let's remind her how unheroic her physique is."

 

A spell was launched and In a single moment Diana's snug, but fitting clothes shrank a size. At size twenty the shorts weren't roomy but didn't cut into her, at size eighteen her bread dough thighs were cutting into the hems and gaps erupted between the three strained buttons. Her red shirt was suddenly of insufficient size to reach past her belly, a thick muffin top of lazy fat suddenly jiggling over it. Heavy breasts were suddenly over flowing a too small bra, the matronly tits screaming as the fabric cut into them. 

 

Suddenly reminded of her overweight status, Diana felt all of the tiny, hateful reminders of her fat magnified by motion. With each step, every impact caused ripples to run through her lard coated frame, every swing of her legs caused her thighs to rub together with a soft slap and each heave of her ample chest caused her stomach to dig harder into her waistband. Claws of pain radiated out from her lungs, her muscle's spasmed in anger and torrents of sweat poured from her brow.

 

Circe grinned as she saw Wonder Woman stop at the other end of the sand, bent over with her hands on her knees, dry heaves going through her as she panted. Several weeks of pampering at the hands of her staff had erased several centuries of athletic conditioning. Her mighty heart pounded louder than thunder, beats so fast she could barely count them and she sucked in air more greedily than she'd ever eaten food. The atrophied muscles of her thighs shook, complaining at the effort, and her hands could barely grasp her knees. Sweat coated her, staining the bright red shirt near black, she fell over heaving, gut rising and falling.

 

"There you go wonder whale, look at those power levels fall," Circe grinned, a magical interface seeing her rivals strength and speed drop twenty five percent, "by the end of this little trap, you'll barely be able to hover."

 

'Athena...Defender of the City...oh goddess don't let me fail,' the Amazon groaned after a few minutes of panting, looking at the steep trail that led up to the top of the cliffs, a sight more fearsome than the demonic hordes of Hades, "no matter how fat I've gotten."

 

Fully aware she was giving into her fatness, Diana bent her knees and launched herself into the air, floating upwards with agonizing slowness. She stopped several feet below the edge, unable to fly any higher. The warrior princess had to pull herself over the edge, huffing and puffing. Circe laughed as her rival almost fell and had to rest.

 

When she had her wind back, moved slowly towards the city, short bursts of movement from cover to cover that hid her progress and didn't tax her decimated stamina. After an hour of walking, the Princess's breathing was even, although she was still sweaty when she came to the city walls, it's bronze gate shut tight.

 

"What are you gonna do lard ass?" Circe cooed from her hidden beach chair which floated thirty feet behind the superheroine, a bit tipsy.

 

Wonder Woman's Blue eyes scanned the walls, seeing shut gates and unguarded parapets. Frowning at the lack of sentries and knowing the gate was near inviolable, Wonder Woman weighed her options. Her arms felt too weak to smash the enchanted bronze and the walls were taller than the cliffs.

 

"Have some motivation tubby," the witch giggled, causing a blood curdling scream to echo from the illusion city.

 

"No Amazon fights alone," Diana spat and Circes eyes widened as the Amazons abilities surged past their old maximum.

 

Concerned only for her people, Diana leapt easily to the top of the gate tower, covering a distance equal to the cliff in a tenth of the time. She hung from the flag pole just beneath the Amazons banner, scanning for where the scream came from.

 

"Can't let her dedication overcome her shame, otherwise I'll have just made her stronger," Circe mused to herself while waiting invisibly nearby, "time to remind her just how big she is."

 

A few minor spells passed the sorceresses lips, ensuring maximum humiliation.

 

 Diana heard a groan from the bronze flagpole and looked over in alarm as it tilted dangerously to the side under her weight, thick bronze bending like rubber. She released it and tried to fly away, but her lasso was somehow wrapped around the pole and her efforts merely snapped it off at the base. The lasso was un breakable, the pole was bronze and her overstrained shorts were cotton so it was no surprise that they ripped first. Seams failed half way along the left side, stitches ripping and buttons popping free as the Amazon's meaty left hip was laid bare, as the bronze pulled. Wonder Woman gave an indelicate grunt of surprise, her mortification outrunning her reflexes. Her ability to fly instantly wavered, gravity redoubling its efforts and it was all she could do to keep herself up in the air.

 

The bronze pole, which weighed a mere five hundred pounds, fell, pulling Diana with it as her shame weakened powers failed to pull up the pole. She hit the ground with a thud, the starred blue banner falling over her face. For a moment she laid there, utterly mortified at what had just happened. She'd ripped her pants wide open and failed to lift up a pole! That was no deed worthy of an Amazon!

 

"Gods on Olympus," Diana groaned, then sat up, gut pinching against the remnants of her shorts on her right side, "I can barely fly. What am I thinking, trying to help my sisters? I'm a hindrance..."

 

Circe laughed hard enough to spill her booze, the Amazons strength had just halved!

 

 

"If there'd been anyone to see me..." the saddened Diana grunted to herself,  "No! I wish there had been! I'd rather be a laughing stock before all my sisters than be unshamed without them as long as they were safe!"

 

Wonder Woman sprang up with ease, tearing away the remnants of her shorts. Her flabby cheeks hung from her under ware in a most unflattering fashion, but she clearly didn't care. Grabbing her lasso, she went determinedly into the city, not giving a thought to how her gut hung over her panties.

 

"How is she doing this?" Circe growled at the chart as Diana's power levels skyrocketed back up.

 

standing up off her couch, a tiny roll forming over her waist, the witch cast away her booze and cracked her knuckles.  

 

"Once I'm done, you'll never think of yourself save as a blob of fat!" Circe declared, preparing to bombard Diana with her best spells.

 

Thunder rumbled as Diana's courage and selflessness went up against Circes fattening Magic.

 

 

 

[Batman76]

31 minutes ago, CyrilFiggus said:

Looks like things are starting to come apart for the villains.  And is the softness in Circe's middle a sign of things to come?  Hope so!

First rule of WG stories, any thin woman who appears will gain weight.

[Batman76]

 

Chapter 5.3 Hubris

On tip toe and with lasso wrapped on her arm, Diana crept through the deserted Amazonian city. A strange sense of subtle wrongness crept into her mind, even beyond the absent inhabitants it was odd. Of course this was because it was an illusion, she didn't know this but the Amazon's instincts were heightened nonetheless. Every muscle was coiled to spring and her senses were listening for ambush,  ignoring the rub of her thighs and the feeling of her unrestrained paunch brimming over the top of her underwear with each step.

 

Behind the heavily overweight warrior princess was Circe. Invisible to her target, the witch had passed through the wall as if it was made of air and her beach chair rolled after Diana, giving Circe a perfect glimpse of Diana's cottage cheese coated gluteus Maximus as she walked into the trap filled town. With every step the fat cheeks jiggled and wobbled, straining against the black fabric of her brief cut panties.

 

'You dress like an old woman Diana,' the witch said, slurping another pina colada, 'let's give you a more flattering cut for a girl your size.'

 

With a wave of a hand, Diana's black panties shrank, exposing more and more of her pudgy ass as they turned into a Lacey black thong that was two sizes too small. After a few more steps Wonder Woman had to pause and tug a thumb under the hip band of the overburdened lingerie. In the back it was giving her a horrible wedgie, while in front  several inches of flabby FUPA now sagged freely without even the slightest support and the mis-sized negligee pressed tight against her plump privates. Her self confidence plummeted as she tried to solve the insolvable problem, there was too much fat Amazon and too little fabric. Wherever her fingers pressed they found soft, yielding adipose, particularly in her stomach which hung down over the front of her thong. Worse, every attempt to earn more slack tugged tighter somewhere else and for a second Diana's face flushed as she brushed against the eager button of her clit. She shivered, a wave of pure pleasure rippled through her.

 

'Not the time Diana,' she grunted, pulling her hand away in shame, 'control yourself in some manner.'

 

Wonder Woman walked on, her pace slower. She was breathing more heavily now and sweat had formed again on her body, the shame of touching herself coupled with the reminder of her obesity making every pound weigh heavier.

 

'Ohh, shame and lack of self control got you down?' Circe laughed to see Diana's power falter, 'Let's see how you handle my first little trap!'

 

In front of her, Diana paused at a crossroads. The raven haired beauty sniffed repeatedly, a strangely familiar aroma catching her nose. Her mouth watered and her tongue licked her lips, even while her flabby belly gurgled in demand.

 

'Chocolate...hmmm...melting chocolate,' Diana said, lifting slightly off the ground and hovering after the smell, her super powers making her seem a cartoon.

 

'Good little piggy,' Circe giggled, refilling her drink and sitting up, her own full stomach sloshing with liquor.

 

Wonder Woman came to at the door of a house. She wiped drool off her lips, realizing she'd just walked into the house almost totally unprepared. Another wave of shame and self hate rippled through her, that she'd followed her gut literally instead of thinking. Suddenly it was much harder to levitate, her power of flight nearly vanishing and she settled heavily on the ground.

 

'Is my will so weak? That I will abandon myself with out a thought?' She chided herself, grabbing hold of a doughy fist full of heavy gut, 'but cooking food must mean someone to cook it. I will find the answer yet.'

 

Raising up a leg, the under roll of her gut brushing against it, Diana kicked in the door. Her leg didnt' go as high up as it had a few months before and although weaker in comparison she was still several hundred times stronger than a normal woman. The door shattered and she sprang through like an avenging angel, fists raised and ready to deliver punches able to puncture steel armor, as strong and dangerous as she'd ever been and not slowed an iota by her layers of pillowy flab.

 

An incredibly dangerous enemy awaited her inside the house: a two gallon caldron of bronze, filled with bubbling white chocolate. Allied to it was a small army of strawberries and a veritable horde of marshmallows. Fondue, now Diana's greatest weakness.

 

For a moment, Diana stood, torn in her desires. She had to find her sisters, the mere existence of this snack food meant that they had to have vanished not long ago. She should go look for them, they couldn't be far.

 

'I'm so hungry... And I can't resist...,' Diana said out loud, surprising herself, 'It's been hours since I've eaten. I'm a tubby pig with no self control!'

 

Alarmed that she'd said that out loud, Diana looked down, seeing her lasso had gotten itself wrapped around her arm. She was speaking purely from her Id, unable to dissimilate or to lie to herself. The strangeness of the situation seemed suddenly obvious to her, Themyscira wouldn't be abandoned, the streets would run red with blood before the Amazons gave her up. And chocolate was unknown to the island, how could it be here?

 

Diana looked around, confusion rippling through her. What was she doing here? What was she wearing? Why was she so fat?

 

'Oh no you don't dare break free!' Circe hissed from outside, just a tad drunk and with a wave of her finger made a huge bubble of chocolate appear at the top of the caldron.

 

Wonder Woman froze, abandoning her line of thought. Her gut groaned, her increasingly hefty, flabby stomach demanding sacrifices like an angry goddess. She'd given into it for weeks now, losing any ability to even hesitate in feeding it. More and more of her thoughts had gone into tending its endless needs as it went from a muscular plateau to a soft plane to a plump bulge to a soft apron of fat.

 

'Give in!,' Circe snarled, 'Give in!'

 

Diana walked forwards, her legs going on their own accord from the demands of her pampered gut. At first she pretended decorum, dipping in a strawberry and then biting it off just below the leafs. The sweet sour fruit and the dark chocolate made her whole body tingle with a sexual thrill, one she didn't let end as two, three, four, five more strawberries followed the first.

 

'Gods of Olympus I'm in Elysium,' Wonder Woman groaned, feeling herself glow with joy with each bite, 'I just want to eat...Aphrodite it feels so good!'

 

After the sixth she lost every sign of decorum. Diana shoved handfuls of marshmallows into the caldron, devouring whole handfuls. She moaned joyfully, feeling her muscles tremble, and kept eating mouthful after mouthful. Already heavy, her fully belly swelled out, pulling the panties even tighter, her shirt riding up into a bra. Within a heartbeat she was eating one handed, the other pinching and fondling herself, nearer orgasm now than she'd been in weeks.

 

Desire for food and climax warred, Goddess but she could use more hands! 

 

She hadn't gone either way when the marshmallows were gone, but half the white chocolate remained. Diana shoved one hand between her legs and grabbed the outer edge of the caldron in the other. She hefted it up and poured it down her throat, lapping it up even as some spilled on her face. Climax came eighty percent of the way through and she collapsed, falling into a chair and letting the fondue pot hit the ground. Tides of pleasure rolled through her body, her brain blanking at the release.

 

'There's my fatty!' Circe laughed, 'You're broken like a reed! I should have started feeding you years ago! Let's rub it in, something that'll send you so far down in shame your powers will break forever!'

 

A full length mirror appeared opposite Diana. It showed her a heavily overweight woman, most of her weight concentrated in a swollen double belly, the lowest half of which hung like an apron between flabby thighs to touch the floor over her thong.  Her belly button was a deep hole flanked by red stretch marks and her love handles hung over hips.

 

No muscle showed anywhere on her body, her flabby legs had a coat of cottage cheese and not a hint of strength. Her diamond cut biceps had deflated almost to nothing while her triceps were half way to bingo wing status. At some point her bra had vanished, heavy breasts sagged against the chocolate stained, over tight fabric, her wider nipples visible. A round face was flushed red and smeared with chocolate, a ring of whiteness around her panting open mouth, further drying fondue smeared over her curly hair.

 

Circe grinned, feeling her rivals power fall like a rock in water. Part of her worried that she had pushed it too far, Diana might be fully depowered and she needed the Amazon merely hampered for public shaming. Still, the sight of the perfect Amazon princess being reduced to near naked slob filled her with joy equal to Diana's orgasm.

 

"Oh I wish I had a camera or better yet film," Circe giggled, "Putting you eating yourself sick on YouTube...ha, it'd break the mortals Internet."

 

Circe gave an immense chuckle, her pina colada swollen belly bouncing as the laugh trailed into drunken giggling. She snorted, nearly hurling up the multiple drinks she'd sucked down over the afternoon and had to swallow. Looking up, she realized Diana's icy blue eyes were boring into her from inside the house. 

 

"I've eaten like a pig today, been humiliated at every turn and reminded with each step how decrepit I've become,"Diana said out loud, "but it was only when I lassoed myself that I realized I wasn't even on Themiscyra. Then I knew that someone was watching with me and that it had to be you."

 

The witch paled, fear gripping her, burning away her drunken haze. Wonder Woman stood up, gut sagging, smeared with chocolate but with eyes blazing. Circe swallowed, squirming back in her as Diana wrapped her magical rope around her own arm. Apart from her height the Amazon had the body of a fatter than normal office worker instead of her once mighty warrior frame, but she'd never looked more frightening.

 

"Circe," Diana ordered as she drew her sword.

 

The witch gulped, scrambling to rise.

 

"Run."

 

 

[Batman76]

Diana of Themyscira pushed herself up using both hands, let out a small grunt as her fondue stuffed stomach folded, and ran.

Not long ago she'd been one of the fastest women in the world. Not a speedster, but capable of sprinting a few hundred miles an hour for several hours and with reflexes faster than a speeding bullet. 'Those powers still belonged to her, but sloth, gluttony and a specially tailored curse had trapped them in a body most unfit to use them.

Rage was powering every step as she ate up the distance between herself and Circe, but gluttony had powered her to eat up a small mountain of food that made her thick, tonelessly thighs slap together with every step. Every swing of her heavy arms made her hefty breasts strain against the inside of her sports bra, the overripe melons earning the frequent pop of a seam. Even the jowls beneath Dian'as once flawless jaw bounced along with her, but the greatest motion was in her stomach.

The impenetrable wall of muscle that had been her abs had softened like ice cream on a hot day, expanding out into a wobbling pair of love handles and a gut that was nearing the size of a standard beach ball. Filled with nearly a gallon of white chocolate, the swollen orb had pushed Wonder Woman's shirt up to her chest and hung out over her far too tight thong underwear. The flabby apron slapped into Diana's thighs with each step, sending a jolt of pain and humiliation through her that sapped her inhuman speed down to mortal levels. 

A stitch like a knife wound burned in Diana's side. Her out of shape muscles burned with lactic acid. Before a hundred steps had passed, she was sucking in air with heaving breaths through her mouth and sweat poured off of her in torrents. But she kept going, because Circe the Enchantress was in front of her and as sure as the two hundred and fifty pound chronic over eater who was an Amazonian princess beneath the layers of fat, Diana knew her bloated state and more importantly her missing Amazonian sisters were linked to the purple haired supervillain. Diana was sworn to defend her people, she was the island's champion and the thought that Circe had hurt them drove her berserk. Despite the pain from her dangerously out of shape body, Diana kept running, anger burning brighter and brighter, legs pushing faster and faster as her customary speed slowly returned.

'Circe!' Diana raged, 'Circe! Where are my sisters! What did you do to them!?'

The ancient witch would have happily told the closing superhuman that this wasn't really Themyscira, that it was all an illusion, because the look in Wonder Woman's piggy blue eyes said that if she got within reach of Circe, she was going to be torn apart. And despite the hundred or so pounds of flab Diana had piled on, she was closing. Part of it was the sisterly rage the Amazon felt and part of it was because even if Circe had an enviable hour glass figure, the mauve locked witch was a rather drunk, dehydrated in tropical heat and had last regularly exercised around the time iron had started displacing bronze. Diana hadn't exercised in months and was carrying a hefty load of cellulite yes, but her porky limbs at least knew how to run. Circe ran like a girl and was wearing flip flops to boot.

She turned around and looked at Diana, seeing the on rushing ball of fat get closer and closer. At the last moment Circe hissed an illusion, turning left as an illusionary doppelgänger continued on straight. Wonder Woman kicked out at the false Circe, collapsing a three story house into rubble. Circe's stomach flopped in pure panic seeing how strong the obese woman remained, getting fat didn't see to have hindered her strength at all. She started stammering spells, everyone she could think of that would help.

'Circe!' Wonder Woman called from the rubble, seeing her nemesis panting nearby, size eight curves pouring out of a size six green bikini, 'What did you do to me! What sort of plan do you have that requires this!'

The Witch turned to run, but Diana's lasso whipped out and caught her leg. The witch froze solid as ice and Diana arose slightly into the air, floating over rather than walk.

'I have to thank the Gods for this victory, as always,' Diana said as she neared her snared enemy, 'had my lasso not snagged on my leg, I'd have been stuck her eating until I vomited. It was only their will and your arrogance that your plan failed. Now, where are my sisters and how and why are you making my friends and I fat?'

Circe stayed silent and Diana tugged her rope, 'You have to talk Circe, no one can resist telling the truth once their in the rope.'

Wonder Woman gave another tug and Circe fell over. The witch cracked in half, revealing herself to be nothing but a sugary shell filled with nougat and caramel. All around the apple shaped superheroine, the facade of Themyscira turned into candy. Peppermint pillars, chocolate walls, licorice doors, fountains filled with soda and gumdrop decorations surrounded her.

'On Athena's shield I will find you Circe! No trick will save you!' Diana roared, her belly rumbling in hunger at the sugary nirvana about her.

Wonder Woman went to soar up in the air and see if she could spot her quarry, but paused for a brief snack first.

Several streets away, the real Circe stood bent over, hands on her knees. The witch had thrown up twice already from her run, had cramps in both legs and black spots in her vision. She'd gotten one hell of a wedgie as her too small bikini bottom had been swallowed up by buns a size too big for them and her left breast had popped out to reveal one brown nipple.

'Cale will need to step up her game,' the witch groaned, 'Diana's still too dangerous. We'll need to go to the next phase.'

Circe opened up a portal to safety, swapped her bikini for a flattering gown with the snap of a finger and stepped through it, arriving in a exclusive private gym in New York City. Several dozen of Cale's employees were preparing for Circe's next target, setting up red sun lamps and exercise equipment or stretching. The dozen or so that were stretching were all spectacularly fit and very statuesque women, clad in revealing and skin tight spandex. A call came in on the witch's cell, Santanna's Black Magic Woman playing and she opened it to her Veronica Cale's harsh demand.

'Is Wonder Woman in custody?' The CEO snapped.

'She's still too strong, but we're working on it,' Circe said, leaving out how she was almost captured and how apart from speed, Diana seemed strong as ever, 'She's weakening by the day.'

 'She better be,' Cale growled, 'What about Power Girl?'

'Oh, don't worry about her,' Circe said, looking up at a clock, 'I'm going to start draining her dry in about five minutes.'

[Batman76]

New update, detailing Power girl's doomed attempts to get in shape.

At the entrance to Mighty Gym, Power Girl felt a cold shiver of fear go up her back.

It would almost have been welcome, for the Kryptonian CEO's body was covered in a sweat just walking from the garage to the front door of the gym. Elevator's, escalators, her electric sportster and frequent abuse of her flight powers whenever she could use them without being seen had limited the superheroine down to less than three thousand steps a day over the past month, often barely going over two thousand. The three thousand steps from the top story of the parking garage, the only place there had been a spot, to the front door had been a torturous effort, one as severe as going several rounds with Bizarro or getting into a fist fight with Giganta.

Each swing of Karen's over thick thunder thighs had been an effort of will, sliding the cellulite coated tree trunks past each other in what was an undeniable waddle. The flabby flesh of her thighs met almost down to the knees and strained the fabric of her once smart size sixteen skirt, which was under assault by its wearer's expanding blubber in every direction. Every time her heels clicked onto the ground, a faint jiggle went from her thick cankles, up thighs nearly as thick as her own waist, past a bulging FUPA, through her sagging H cups and into her new third chin. The garage had only been three stories high, but she'd been panting by floor two and had spreading sweat stains in her red blouse by floor one.  The temptation to just fly, or at least glide down, had been extreme and only fought by large signs saying that the entire area was under security camera observation.

A work week had passed since her humiliating physical, with its ominous diagnosis of obesity and high blood pressure, and a prescription for a diet and exercise regime. The diet, a fairly generous one that gave Karen a 2K calorie limit and a high daily requirement of fruit and veggies hadn't been hard to keep. In Karen's eyes, since she'd eaten twice the daily recommendation of fruit and vegetables at breakfast, that should raise her caloric requirement up to 4K, right? Granted, she'd not eaten less than 6K a day the entire work week, but it was effort that counted, right? 

As for exercise...well, the company required gym appointment was for that. She didn't want to do it wrong, especially as the gym had been proscribed by her company Doctor as being the best in the city. Granted, she used to spend hours each day going Mano e Mano with supervillains, aliens, robots and magical monsters, but it's not like she was an expert.

'I know there's a bit of an obesity epidemic in the city right now, Ms. Star,' Porci had told her technical boss, patting Karen's puffy hand with her slim one, 'but dont' worry. If they can't get you back in shape, no one can!'

Karen had had to grimace at that. She was supposed to be getting fatter of course, if she hadn't agreed to that she'd still be eating whatever she wanted while rocking a six pack, but the utter collapse of her stamina made her doubt she'd be able to help Zatanna and the others fight that ancient goddess Z had been worried about. That date was coming up in only two months and at the current rate, Karen would have trouble keeping her own arms up. Super out of breath had been added to her repertoire of powers and it wasn't exactly helpful.

Taking a deep breath before the glass and steel bulk of the gym, Power Girl saw half a dozen advertisements for the workout place. All of them featured goddess like women in their twenties wearing workout gear closer to lingerie in coverage. All of them practically oozed sex appeal, rippling muscle and bouncing breasts making Karen instantly feel a mix of lust and shame. Several of them were short haired and busty blondes, a reminder of how far her current condition was from normal.

Inside, Power Girl was instantly greeted by a woman almost calculated to make her feel ashamed.

'Hi! I'm Kelly, you must be Ms. Star! I'll be your personal fitness instructor for today!' The thinner woman smiled, showing dazzling white teeth.

The old Power Girl, the one who had been so confident she'd both decided to call herself Power Girl and found a tech company on the same day, would have made this woman seem like a more than decent cosplayer. Now if you were to ask which of the two were a Kryptonian, they wouldn't have picked the actual super hero. Like Karen, she was a tanned, blue eyed blonde (although as usual at work, Karen wore her red wig as a precaution of being identified) and like Karen she was tall, but there the comparison's ran out Not because she looked different than Karen, but because Karen not looked different than Karen.

Kelly  had a confident square jaw, high firm and surely fake D cups were shown off in a white sports bra and long, just slightly thick muscular legs displayed in barely existent shorts. Her fully bared torso was a rock solid four pack obtained only by hours of ab work out and a very low fat diet, or in Karen's case extraterrestrial genetics. 

'Great to meet you,' Karen sighed, extending a hand and seeing that her skin looked significantly paler than Kelly's bronzed fingers.

Well, it's not like she was getting out much?

'Oh you don't know how much it means to me!' The fitness instructor said, pumping her hand and inadvertently flexing, 'I've always looked up to you and how you made way for women in the high tech industry! I'm working my way through engineering college just so I can enter the field!'

'You don't say?' Asked Karen with a smile.

'Oh yeah! You inspired me!' The other woman said, 'That women could both be really smart, successful and sexy!'

'Oh...,' the obese superheroine said.

''When I was a freshman in high school, I weighed over two hundred pounds,' Kelly went on, 'I saw you at a press conference and thought, 'My God, here's a woman who's a genius and looks as good as power girl or Wonder Woman!' If she can do it, then I can to! I mean, Power Girl was always my favorite, but it's not like anyone else can look like her, right?'

The actual Power Girl winced and felt Ike running, or at least waddling, away to hide and bury her sorrows amid ice cream.

'yeah, it's ah...been a few years since then...'Karen said, rubbing her waist line, 'a few too many company dinners...'

'Oh don't worry!' Kelly said cheerily, 'We'll get you back to fighting form in no time! Then you can prove that women over 40 can still look good too.'

Karen had to swallow an objection that she was only twenty eight, but she'd had a lot of practice swallowing.

'So...what do we do first...My doctor said they'd have gym clothes here for me...,' Power girl asked, trying to change the subject.

'Oh, don't worry. We've got a suit built especially for you,' Kelly assured her, 'as well as everything you need to get you into the perfect shape.'

The two women, one fit and thin, one obese and wide, went down the hall, Kelly arresting her pace so that the waddling CEO could keep up. A security camera remained focused on them.

'Enjoy being that thin while you can Power Girl, *munch*,' Circe said through a mouthful of candy bar.

The witch sat on a rolling chair at the gym's security desk, shoes propped up on the desk. Fitting her location, Circe was wearing tight Lycra leggings and a sports bra, that didn't quite fit, a slight roll pouring over the top of the pants and her cleavage needing constant readjustment.

'Your fat ass is never going to be that thin again,' the witch promised, 'and soon, you won't even have your super powers.'

[Batman76]

Ten years earlier, and in what may technically have been a different dimension in some ways, Karen had seriously considered making her costume a two piece. Back then she'd certainly had the body for it, right after arriving on earth she'd been tall, tan and willowy blonde, with a tiny waist, skinny legs and a tight little butt, looking nearly identical to Supergirl.

The big difference had been in appetite.

Krypton's aesthetic, scientific food had bee utterly devoid of taste, fat, sugar and cholesterol and Karen, as she'd decided to rename herself had been pretty instantly hooked the first time she'd bitten into a big belly burger or sipped a sodder soda. For the first month on earth as her powers had slowly built under the yellow sun, Karen had had a permanent food baby stretching the size 0 jeans she'd worn. She'd been staying with the Kents at the time and the heavily pregnant Lois (spoiled until rotund by her husband to the point of un recognizability) with all the schadenfraud possessed by usually svelte beauty who was sixty pounds over her fighting weight with four months of pregnancy to go towards a rail thin, younger woman, had warned her that she'd start getting a gut if she ate like that. Lois, who knew something about guts given how she hadn't been able to see her increasingly swollen feet since the third month, was right.

When it had come time to design her super heroine outfit, Karen had been subconsciously sporting the tiniest hint of a starter belly beneath her navel. Worried how it might develop, the kryptonian had opted for a one more flattering, belly covering one piece in case she continued gaining weight. And she had indeed gained weight, the heroine had never lost her gluttonous appetite, but for years her super powered metabolism had instead been fueling the growth of muscular curves. There were her immense set of headlights of course, but Karen's skinny arms and slender thighs had bulged with an impressive amount of muscle and that little starter belly had quickly evaporated to the point that a few days before Zatanna had called her with her obesification plan, she'd been opting for adding an ab window to show off her six pack. 

After all, she was Power Girl, it's not like she had anything to be ashamed of, was there? It wasn't like she could get fat, right?

'I'm afraid I might be too Fa...big for those,' Karen said hesitantly as she and Kelly walked into a changing room with a mannequin in its center.

'So, these workout clothes may look a little skimpy,' the lithe personal trainer next to her said, 'but it's scientifically designed to maximize caloric burn rates, reduce lactic acid build up and monitor health.'

Skimpy didn't describe them. The workout clothes were a veritable bikini, pure white and made entirely of spandex with odd patches of electronics on them.

'I mean...it's very small,' the disguised Power girl emphasized, tapping one puffy hand onto her meaty fupa, 'I'm no sure if I'll be able to fit into it.'

Indeed, the bikini seemed to fit it's manniquin perfectly, but the plastic torso was only a size six at most.

'Oh, don't worry,' Kelly said, dismissively, 'it's one size fits all, you wouldn't believe how much it stretches! I'll step out and let you get into it!'

Kelly stepped out through a door, leaving the obese CEO alone with the bikini. It was just a few small triangles of spandex, but Karen felt terrified of it. Just the thought of being in front of someone else with her gut sticking out like it was, her huge ass cheeks turning the back into a thong or just swallowing it out right. She felt her cheeks flush, for some reason reminded of the sexual encounter she'd had a month earlier and started to sweat.

'Oh look at the fatty hesitate,' Cirsi giggled in the sound proofed control room as she watched the pear shaped Kryptonian and digging into a bag of potato chips, 'scared someone will see what a lard ass you are?'

Power girl took a deep breath, 'Okay, it's not a big deal. You've fought way worse than a bikini...'

She kicked her heels off first, noticing to her horror that they were a non matching pair, a detail she hadn't noticed given how her breasts, gut and thighs bulged over them. Without the high heels, the superheroine felt immediate shorter and stumper. Her skirt went next and as soon as Karen's puffy fingers undid the overnight snap, which she had to suck in to undo, she heard the zipper force itself down. Curious, she pushed her stomach out as far as she could, watching in the mirror with horror as the zipper essentially undid itself and fell to the floor. 

'I needed a new pair of those anyway,' she muttered to herself and started undoing her blouse.

After a moment, Karen stood wearing only her underwear: a white set of granny panties, stockings and a size H bra. She looked at herself and winced, seeing how she was bulging in each direction. Her love handles and gut hung over the top band of her panties, which strained against her Fup and hips. Indeed, even without her enhanced vision she could see a strain where her enormous hips were threatening to break their way out and how her pillowy thighs had started yet another run in her stockings. 

'I just bought those...,' she whined petulantly, shoulders sagging as she started peeling off her underwear. 

 She'd gained significant amounts of poundage in her legs and ass, until Tree trunk was a good description of the superheroine's once enviable thighs. So much fat had found their way around Karen's formerly muscular legs that her thighs had fat rolls, her inner thighs had gotten so round that they met almost to the knee and she had a definite waddle to her step. Once golden and perfectly smooth, varicose veins and cellulite had dominated her increasingly pale skin. The only downside to tree trunk, was that tree trunks were strong and hard, Karen's legs had the strength of pillows and were just as soft. Getting the panties off her ass was hard, it clung to them and she had to force them out and then had to painstakingly peel her stockings off. By the time she was done, Karen was bent at the knee, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead, an ache in her knees and lower back and breathing just slightly heavily.

'Am I out of breath from taking my clothes off?' Karen groaned, blushing at the humiliation and instantly feeling herself get wet. 

When she stood up, having used her hands to push off her knees, she saw her very plump pussy gleaming beneath her gut and felt the weak muscles of her belly quivering.

'What the hell is wrong with me...'she groaned, undoing the front snap of her bra.

The Krytonian's breasts surged out and the bra practically exploded away. Karen's famous breasts surged out...and down. Her famous perkiness had deserted her, stretch marks flanked the sides of her once perfect skin and the breasts sagged down like a woman at forty. Even for her size they were low and heavy and thanks to the spell making Karen's own weight bypass her super strength now had a constant back ache from them.

'Doubt any magazine is going to offer  you money for those now!' Cersi laughed in her control room, unconsciously tugging her own sports bra over breasts that weren't quite B cups anymore.

Karen let out a disapointed sigh at seeing how far she'd fallen, literally in the case of her breasts, and how immense shed' gotten from her jowly chin to what we're resembling lunch lady arms to her line backer cankles.

'It'll be over soon,' she promised herself, 'soon I'll be skinny again...soon.'

The bikini was a surprise, somehow it fit! The lower part slid easily over her monstrous thighs and was actually loose on her immense hips, while the sports bra slid gave her hefty tits room to breath. But as soon as she had it on, the garment let out a beep and began tightening with a hiss. Karen let out a surprised squeak as the rear panel was swallowed by her volley ball like ass cheeks, turning into a thong and then disappearing up her crack, growing so tight until the fabric grew tight on her clit and the squeak turned into a moan of pleasure. The bra let out a similar hiss and tightened around her chest, pushing her boobs back to something resembling their old perk.

'Rao, I look like a super model got inflated with helium,' Karen groaned, seeing how her mushy lower body had made the bottoms essentially disappear, the bikini so tight it seemed more obscene than nudity.

'You okay in there Ms. Starr?' Kelly asked, peeking around the door.

'Um...as much as I can be,' the portly superheroine sighed, 'I don't have any shoes though, do I need to get some?.'

'No prob! I've got the rest of your gear right here!' Kelly said with annoying chipper ness, laying a new set of designer running shoes at her feet and a very large looking fit bit.

'Oh,' Karen said, somewhat disappointed that she didn't have an excuse to skip and a little alarmed because without heels, Kelly was a few inches taller than her.

'Get them on while I program your monitor bracelet,' Kelly beamed, sneering with disguise when the disguised heroine bent down and grunted at the effort of tying her shoes.

'I don't need to be weighed or anything, do I?' The Kryptonian asked as the bracelet was slapped onto her wrist.

'Nope, the bracelet will take care of all of that!' The trainer insisted.

'Weight: 261 lbs. Height: 5'9,' the bracelet boomed loudly in a judge mental female voice, 'BMI: 38.5. Warning: Subject Morbidly obese! Reduce Caloric intake immediately!'

Karen's eyes bulged. How could she have gained eleven pounds in five days? And how could she have lost an inch? This wasn't possible! She needed to see a doctor, one of the few who understood kryptonian bodies to figure out what the hell was happening or better yet, to tell Zatanna to make her hot, buff and tall again!

'Don't worry, it'll only do that once an hour,' Kelly said, 'let's start working out!'

'Umm...for how long will it do that?' Karen asked hesitantly.

'Oh, until you hit your target weight! They're made out of titanium and  unless you have a key, don't come off once they lock on!' The taller, thinner, fitter woman laughed, 'You'd have to be superhuman to get it off!'

'Oh joy,' Karen groaned, waddling after Kelly towards the door.

The doors were opened to a torturous display of ellipticalls, treadmills, stair steppers and weight machines of all types.

What Karen immediately noticed were the twenty completely gorgeous women were working out, each of them with the hard bodies of fitness models gleefully displayed in tight outfits just as skimpy as Karen's. Some were willowy runners going full speed on treadmills, others were buff looking martial artists sparring in a ring and one was a hulking body builder who must have been near two hundred pounds of solid muscle, save for a pair of likely silicone G cups. All of them were fit and all of them were at least six feet tall.

What Power girl didn't notice, was that each of the lights were red sun lamps that were slowly forcing the yellow sun energy out of her cells. As Kelly led her to a weight rack, Karen's powers faded with every breath and a small battery symbol on its screen began filling.

'Get ready to waddle out of here a powerless lard ass while I saunter out of here with your powers,' Circe giggled, cracking open a fresh sodder cola from the half empty twelve pack at her side.

 

 

[Batman76]

'We're going to start off with some bench presses first,' Kelly ordered, 'to build up some lean muscle mass on you.'

A sense of relief settled on Power Girl's beefy shoulders. Lifting weights, especially while laying down was easy. After all, she still had her immense strength in relation to anything bar her own body.

'I'm gonna start you off easy with just the bar, ' Kelly said, taking up the spotting position while Karen plopped onto the bench, her avalanche of back rolls wobbling with the impact, 'tell me if you need a spot.'

'Oh, this won't be a problem,' Karen said, 'I can still lift fairly well...'

The superheroine put her pudgy hands on the gleaming bar and easily lifted it off. Her first lift was easy, the bar bounced off her bloated chest and felt as heavy as paper. But the mere motion of moving her arms forced her to use the sunlight in her cells, while the red sun lamps hummed, forcing their way into her cells and forcing the yellow sunlight out. As she pumped her arms, Karen felt the weight growing heavier and heavier and failed to notice the battery on her fitness bracelet fill.

By the tenth rep, Karen's arms were trembling and sweat coated her body, pooling in the deep crevasses of her rolls. The obese heroine gasped with effort, barely able to control as the eleventh rep pressed into her chest. Groaning, she pushed upwards with all her might, lifting the fifty or so pounds of iron an inch or so off her chest.

'Need a spot?' Kelly asked, the athletic woman leaning down with a raised eyebrow.

'No, no I can do it!' Karen said in between breaths, arms spasming.

She was a superhero, one of the strongest on earth, she could bench a building! What the hell was wrong with her that she couldn't lift one weight? Near roaring with effort, she pushed the bar half way to its catch...and could do no more. The bar fell and slapped into her chest with a  stinging impact.

'Good job! You almost did the full set!' Kelly said as she caught the bar and put it onto the rack, 'Maybe after a few months we can add a couple weights to it!'

Power Girl lay gasping and sweaty, barely able to breath. That should've have been possible! Even with Zatanna's stupid spell, she should have been able to lift this entire gym, much less one weightless bar!

'What's a matter, weak as a mere human?' Circe laughed in her control room.

'Let's get you onto some ab work!' Kelly exclaimed, flexing her taut abs in anticipation, 'You've gotta have a strong core!'

Karen looked past her inflated chest to the flabby dome of her gut. Once she'd had a gleaming six pack, but it was buried beneath more than a foot and a half of flab.

'...Sure,' she said with the enthusiasm of a death row prisoner on the way to the chair and sat up, finding a strange burning in her chest. 

For the first time, she was feeling muscle soreness.

Karen managed eight sit ups, each slower and sloppier than the last as her power drained. By the ninth she collapsed in a panting mass, her super strength utterly spent and the battery half full. Her head was light, the only part of her that was, and she was increasingly disoriented. Her heart banged in her chest and she couldn't catch her breath.

'Warning! Max blood pressure and heart rate exceeded! Rest and hydrate!' The bracelet chirped.

'Wow, I can tell you're really pushing yourself!' Kelly cheered, kneeling easily down by the portly Power girl and handing her a bottle, 'Here, drink up and rest!'

It took quite a while for Karen to recover enough to continue, during which she drained three bottles of the gym's specialty sports drink. It tasted amazing and she sucked it down greedily, desperate for relief. What was happening to her? Even with her damaged endurance a few sit ups shouldn't push her to the brink of collapsing!

'That's two thousand calories a bottle chubby,' Circe laughed as she tossed her soda can over her shoulder, 'and you've burned, what, maybe a hundred in this work out?'

'I think I should go home,' Karen said in a small voice, 'I'm not sure I can do this.'

'Now Ms. Starr,' Kelly said, kneeling next to her, 'I remember when I was fat and first started trying to work out. I wanted to quit every day but I kept going, because I thought of how fit and confident you seemed. So just think on how fit you used to be and you'll slim down in no time! Just remember what it was like to have a thigh gap instead of being so pear shaped your thighs touch the whole way down!'

'Thanks,' Power Girl said bitterly, staring at Kelly's flawless legs and then looking down at her own pillowy limbs, pale bloated and covered in cellulite craters.

'Awesome! Let's do some running!' Kelly said, hopping up.

Karen lumbered gracelessly, having to use both arms to stand up. Her arms and core were painfully sore, sweat coated her like a second skin and her skin tight work out clothes were pinching painfully. The treadmill gleamed like a torture device and groaned as the gigantic kryptonian stood upon it.

'We'll start you at six miles an hour for ten minutes!' Kelly said as Power Girl stepped on, pressing buttons and letting the machine start.

It was set at jogging speed and Power Girl, who had the land speed record for a woman, could barely keep up. Her thighs slapped and slid together with all the force of continental plates grinding, although  much softer. Pain radiated from her ankles and knees, unused to supporting such weight with only a human's strength, and cramps started forming in her thighs and calves.. Each of her basketball sized cheeks wobbled back and forth with each step, threatening to throw off her balance. A stitch rapidly developed on her side and her breath came in gasps. Her arms screamed in pain, too weak to swing as she ran. Red spots started dotting her vision and Karen was soon gasping from her mouth for air.

After less than four minute, Karen slid off the back of the treadmill. She landed hard on her ass, jiggles rippling up her body along with pain. Power Girl gave a surprise yelp and with a rip, the workout panties tore in three places. The Kryptonian could only sit there, pear shaped body spreading on the workout matt as her lower lip trembled. She heard titters and whispers, realizing that the Amazonian clientele were all looking at her. 

'Serves her right getting so fat,' one whispered

'Oh my god, have you ever seen an ass like that?' A lean runner who barely had an ass.

'Why does she even try?' Asked a third. 

'Are you okay?' The personal trainer asked, handing her a towel that would never wrap around Karen's immense hips, 'here cover up and I'll go get a doctor!'

Karen stubbornly tried to stand up, but found she couldn't do it with only one hand. Her whole body trembled in weakness, which sent a spike of fear through her mind. That had hurt, it had hurt like it would hurt a human!

'Ms. Starr, let's see what the problem is!' A familiar voice chimed. 

Kelly  had returned with Dr. Porci. Her company's Doctor was wearing workout clothes herself, although she had an utter lack of muscle tone and a puffy little belly pressing over her yoga pants. Karen didn't even notice the disguised witch's nascent chubby paunch, given her own swollen body Porci might as well have been a run way model.

'Hmmm, does this hurt?' The doctor asked, prodding one sharp finger hard into Karen's hips.

'Oww!' Karen said, unused to something hurting like that.

'Alright, well it appears that this intervention is too late,' Porci sighed, pulling a clip board from a bag and beginning to write on it.

'Too late?' Karen asked.

'Exercise and diet won't work for you,' Porci continued, 'you've become too inured to gluttony and sloth. Quite simply, your body wants to stay fat and will only get fatter unless something drastic is done. I'm sorry but I'm putting you on medical leave from Starware.'

'Medical leave!?' Power girl gasped, 'you can't...you can't do that!'

'I'm afraid I can and just have,' Porci smiled, 'do you really think you can negotiate deals or run the company in this state?'

Karen looked down at her corpulent state, at legs thicker than her old waist, 'Well...'

'I'm placing you in an extreme weight loss camp in Los Vegas,' the disguised Circe continued, 'one that specializes in ultra fit women who've gotten uncontrollably obese. Ex-models, injured athletes etc. You'll be put on a very strict diet program.'

Power Girl sighed, her old feistiness forgotten, at least in Vegas she'd be able to see Zatanna and get this stupid spell removed.

'All right, if you think that's what I need,' she groaned and with Kelly's help slowly got up, wrapping the towel around her enormous hips as she did.

'Oh, I'm sure it is,' Porci smiled, emphasizing her own budding second chin a fact Karen didn't noticed as she was too busy noticing that the doctor now looked her in the eye, 'You'll see changes there you can't even imagine! Here though, let me take that bracelet and get you a new one. It's battery is low...'

A few minutes later, a powerless Karen waddled gasping out of the gym. Beyond sore, she had to pause twice to get to her car. Circe smiled as she watched the corpulent Kryptonian's progress, holding onto a bracelet charged with every ounce of Karen's powers.