Cyril Figgis Posted September 27, 2020 Share Posted September 27, 2020 I knew that Ivy's diet wouldn't go well, but boy, she is really bad at this, isn't she? ulvrik and Batman76 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lyle81992 Posted September 27, 2020 Share Posted September 27, 2020 4 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said: What if Ivy is actually a giant fruit? If she isn't she'll be by the end of the story. Batman76 and >_< 0_0 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted September 28, 2020 Author Share Posted September 28, 2020 12 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said: What if Ivy is actually a giant fruit? Well, she is apple shaped... 11 hours ago, Cyril Figgis said: I knew that Ivy's diet wouldn't go well, but boy, she is really bad at this, isn't she? Why would she need to diet? She's not even fat.... 7 hours ago, lyle81992 said: If she isn't she'll be by the end of the story. Legit she might turn into a tree. And here's the last part of this chapter... Inside the massive gym beneath Titan’s tower, Donna Troy took a deep breath, breasts pressing against her sports bra, then dropped into a squat, grabbed a metal bar and hauled upwards into a clean and jerk while letting loose a great battle cry. The thick metal I-beam she gripped was attached to a pair of decommissioned Abrams Battle Tanks and it pushed upwards without any resistance. Really Donna struggled not to toss the 130 tons of assemblage of metal into the air at the ascent of her lift. The Amazon warrior slowly lowered it, barely feeling a strain in her muscles, like the massive weight was barely as much as she’d curled. Probing, asking the Gods to stop her from fool hardiness, the incredibly strong Titan performed a slow set of curls. A bright grin spread across Donna’s classical features, a realization that her strength was growing by leaps and bounds. Done with the massive weight for the moment, she placed it down carefully, turning to see her successor to the title of Wonder Girl. “Apologies Cassie, I didn’t see you there,” Donna said to the demi-God, daughter of an American archaeologist and ever amorous Zeus, “but are you sure you’re ready for this level of weight?” The far slimmer and younger blonde, clad in tight black spandex booty shorts and bra just like Dona, gave a minor glare to the insult. Cassie was built like a track captain, long and lean with hard muscles and sharp features. But she lacked bulk and currently couldn’t get to 100 tons on any lift at all, by the thighs of Artemis she couldn’t clean and jerk sixty tons! “Just wanted to tell you congrats on the new record,” Cassie said calmly, “oh...and your shoes are untied.” “Ah, my thanks Sister,” Donna said, mentally cringing at the reproach she’d given just because her fellow Amazon had once chided her, “I will correct that… Donna’s glance down didn’t show undone laces, but that didn’t mean they were there. Instead all the Amazon saw was a vast bronze colored belly. The last couple months of gains had put a layer of fat over her core muscles, including a substantial pooch but her gluttonous affair over the weekend had left her stuffed to the bursting point the entire time. Sometimes Starfire would be feeding her, sometimes Dick and sometimes she’d be hose fed but there wasn’t a moment that the Amazon wasn’t getting more calories added to her body. The result was an immensely bloated stomach that made Donna look overdue with triplets, a bloat that had only gone down slowly to leave quite a bit of belly fat in its wake to give the Amazon a toe blocking gut. She’d been stuffed so sick she never wanted to eat fatty foods again, having only had a few apples and a protein smoothie that day and thanking the Gods that Kori was on the other side of the country and away from the oven. “Um, one moment,” Donna said, walking over to one of the tanks and extending her legs one after the other, showing that despite the loss of her waistline she was still quite flexible, “I can’t see due to well…” “To your beer gut being in the way?” the cocky, skinnier blonde asked. “...At the moment it is,” Donna admitted, tying her laces up tightly, “but I’m starting to cut today you see and soon it will all go away soon. Perhaps you should start a bulk of your own, it will help with your strength issue…” It was a catty comment, but Donna knew when she was being insulted and how to pay it right back. Yes she’d lost every bit of definition between her breasts and the top of her thighs, but the body builder Amazon was proud of how immensely strong she was, mighty to the point that she’d soon need to build heavier weights to lift. And just because she had a big belly bulging over her shorts, didn’t mean she needed fat jokes! Cassie took the dig against her strength with nothing more than a frown. For an Amazon the girl was a true featherweight, very swift but lacking any real punch or ability to grapple. Instead of getting angry at the strength comment she simply shrugged and tried another tactic. “No thanks, I don’t want to wind up like Aunt Di,” Sandsmark said with a shrug of her lean shoulders, “its kind of sad with the tabloids talking about how big she’s gotten, I called her tonight but she didn’t answer, she must be devastated to be so embarrassed….” The revelation that Wonder Woman, Champion of the Amazons by her warrior’s skill and the most perfect woman to ever live by the Will of the Gods, had turned into a 300lb, unrecognizable porker had hit both Cassie and Donna with the shocking force of an atom bomb. It was unbelievable for an Amazon to be that obese, even Donna’s bulking program had left her limbs mostly untouched but Diana was just a big ball of fat! The two had debated staging some sort of intervention, but would have preferred to contact Artemis, the fourth Amazon loose in Man’s World, before moving. Unfortunately the redheaded egyptian had fallen off the grid recently, leaving Donna and Cassie alone to grapple with the problem of Diana Prince being dangerously overweight. “Yes, I’m sure it weighs heavily on her,” Donna admitted, “in those pictures she looks the size of a barn…” It wasn’t easy for Donna to judge, especially now that she had weight problems of her own. But Cassie on the other hand… “Yeah, but look at the bright side, you two still look almost identical,” Cassie grinned, floating up off her feet, “I’m going to go hit the flying obstacle course, my time’s improving a lot lately….” The blonde shot off in a flash, leaving Donna in her dust. With a glare, Donna jumped after her, her flight picking up speed as she chased after the blonde through the elaborate series of hair pin turns, hard jinks, repeated dives and numerous laser trip wire booby traps ranging from tasers to tranq darts to dulled saw blades that made up the titan’s obstacle course. Despite her head start Cassie couldn’t pull any farther ahead, but neither could Donna catch up to her. No matter how fast she pushed, willing the divine winds to push her faster. But despite her gains in lifting, the extra bulk around Donna’s body was slowing her down. Whether heavy muscle or soft fat, the brunette body builder was too heavy to reach her old top speed...and as the sharp pain in her side and the sweat on her brow suggested, her dedication to anaerobic rather than aerobic exercise was starting to hit her stamina too. As her breath started to rise, Donna gave a short prayer to Hermes for speed, pressing herself faster and faster towards a narrow turn, pitching upwards to avoid a trip wire… That her gut still hit. The whirling saw blade came out of the wall, Donna’s bracers rising up to meet it. Her reflexes were still fast and the blade was shattered (although it was programmed to stop before it actually met her), but the impact was enough to knock the Amazon down. Her thick butt bounced off one rocky wall, hitting another trip wire where a taser fired and shocked the Amazon right in the ass. Stunned, the mostly invulnerable Donna fell out of the obstacle course and landed with a thud right in front of her best friend and leader. “Good the evening to you Donna,” Koriander said through a bearclaw, “how goes your new diet?” “Ugh...better than the cardio,” the frazzled Brunette groaned, whipping her static raised hair down and looking up at the tall alien redhead to realize Starfire had box after box of donuts in her arms, “um...what are those?” “Complimentary snacks from my shoot today!” Kori explained, setting them down on a weight bench and revealing a very big belly, stuffed almost as big as Donna’s had been and a pair of white pants that weren’t buttoned or zipped, “They are the delicious, minor deficiencies in the amount of butter but that will be correct in the next batch I am told.” Thoughts about her diet and recent humiliation rose in Donna’s mind. Yes her strength was through the roof...but so were her triglycerides. She’d lost her abs and her waistline in record time and given the photo evidence of just how big Diana had gotten, realized she had far farther to fall from fitness. But those donuts smelled...frankly intoxicating…. “Really Kori, I shouldn’t, I need to start cutting,” Donna said, drool pouring over her lips and her belly groaning like a monster of myth, “I should be losing weight…” “You can’t get stronger if you lose the weight, silly,” Kori smiled, a donut in her hand. Before Donna could move, the dangerously fast alien had the cream filled luxury donut inside her mouth. Any restraint ended the moment her tongue touched the butter cream icing, fears of getting too fat going by the wayside by the time her teeth bit into the crust. When she’d burst the cream inside the pastry, Donna’s hands were already shoving it into her mouth and grabbing another from the box Kori had sat by her. Inside her plush gut, her buried abdominal muscles were spasming, a dampness forming across her groin as she started to cum. “Wow, I guess I need to try the harder with my food,” Starfire laughed, ‘its a good thing they offered me a cooking show.” Donna didn’t respond, the brunette doing nothing but eat. Ivy’s specially made donuts had hijacked her libido by the first bite, turning eating her spore infested food into an unrivaled aphrodisiac even as they made sure the Amazon would be unable to conceive until she stopped eating them, Ivy protecting the environment in multiple ways. Whenever the strong fat Amazon got hungry or horny her mind would immediately turn towards Ivy’s food, unable to get anything like that thrill unless she was eating. In between Donna would be fully lucid, but given the appetite enhancing enzymes inside the pastries she was shot gunning down there might not be much in between “Have you seen Cassie? I wanted her to have some of them,” Starfire smiled, “she’s so the skinny…” Donna pointed up at the obstacle course, where the lithe blonde could be seen shooting around. Starfire smiled, putting a couple more boxes next to her overweight friend. “I’m going to go give her some, here have a few more boxes for yourself,” Kori smiled, shooting up into the air, far faster than either Donna or Cassie had gone…. ….. “Umm, Raven? Hey Raven?” a sweet, annoying voice asked. The grouchy psychic groaned to be disturbed from her post stuffing/orgasmic sleep. Bleary purple eyes opened to see an extremely skinny red haired green girl of college age, her body would have been an hour glass if she’d had anymore fat on it and her freckled face was writ with obvious fear. M’Gan, or MIss Martian, really shouldn’t have been afraid of much, she was a super hero and an alien shape changing psychic. But being afraid of waking up Raven was a good idea. “What. Is. It?” the portly Goth groaned, wondering if she’d just been stuffed, fucked or both. Probably both. God those donuts Kori had been so fucking good she’d had to call that gibbering idiot Beast Boy up here to plow her and feed her most of the rest until she passed out. The obese psychic was totally spent from such exertion, needing at least thirty more hours of sleep here on the couch in the senior’s common room. But here, her student was trying to wake her up! “You were just kinda three hours late to our lesson this afternoon and I wanted to see if you were okay…,” M’Gan told her gingerly, so afraid of her mentor’s wrath she turned white. Caucasian white, after the actress whose appearance she’d copied. Not her actual nightmarish xenomorph true form. “Ugh, I’m fine. New lesson, go to your room and sleep. Real psychics need 18 hours of sleep a day,” the grouchy Goth muttered, licking delicious frosting off of her lips. This food hadn’t been quite as wondrous as Kori’s usual stuff, but it had made her so damn horny… “Well, I would but Cassie is my roommate and she put a sock around the door which usually means she’s uh, busy,”M’gan pointed out, “oh and it’s only 4pm and still light outside…” Raven groaned. In her gorged, thoroughly satisfied state she couldn't muster up the energy to blast this annoying alien into Hell where she deserved for waking her up. If Raven kept getting annoyed she’d soon get there but right now all she wanted was to fucking sleep… Off this gigantic gut she’d grown. Raven looked down at the massively stuffed ball of fat, filled with a slowly digesting mountain of donuts. It dwarfed even her massive thighs and mammoth ass, at least until it finished digesting. A loud, rumbling, angry process that sleep and cream would be needed to finish off. “Ugh, fuck, second lesson. *Burp* Get me some damn cream,” the gravid Goth decided. “Couldn’t you just levitate over here? I mean, of course I’ll get it for you,” M’Gan said, walking over to the fridge and turning her hand transparent, the limb phasing through the door and pulling out a carton of cream, “but if you’re too stuffed to get up...oops…” Raven’s blue eyes lit up red, splitting into four as her angry demonic heritage rose to the fore...only for a large belch to rend the room. “Donuts. Your lesson is donuts, M’Gan,” Raven ordered, the belch having hit the momentum of her anger before she took the soothing cream from her protege. “Donuts?” the alien ginger, how many of those were there anyway, asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, donuts. There’s *urp* most of a box on the counter and if I don’t eat anymore I’m going to burst. So eat all of them,” Raven ordered. “Um, eat all of them?” the skinny mini alien asked, looking from the vast pale paunch setting on the once slim thighs of her mentor, “I’m not really hungry so how about I toss them…” Raven growled, eyes lightning up and splitting again. She levitated off the couch on a burst of black miasma, a psychic tentacle wrapping around M’gan’s before the Martian could respond. M’Gan’s will was strong but her psychic power didn’t have Raven’s magic backing it up. “Eat. The. Damn Donuts,” Raven ordered, “You wanna be a *urp* strong psychic? Right? Now get me some pepto and eat the damn donuts!” Dropping the Martian and guzzling some of the pink medicine, Raven drifted back to sleep to the sound of munching. xandercroft, ulvrik, scl04 and 5 others 5 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted September 28, 2020 Share Posted September 28, 2020 Donna’s my new favorite 🥰 but Ima still curious what Catwoman’s been up to. It’s been so long... she must be massive by now Batman76 and ulvrik 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted October 7, 2020 Author Share Posted October 7, 2020 So at last we return to Catwoman! But wait, she's slender and single? What's going on!? DCUO Chapter 32? Lightning flashed across Gotham’s polluted sky. Sheets of rain slammed against the baroque buildings with the force of an artillery barrage, driving even the worst muggers and vigilantes indoors. The city battened down, its teeming streets emptying for once, with bats and clowns waiting until safer weather appeared. But not everyone was out of the city… “I swear, after this I’m marrying rich,” Selina Kyle mused to herself silently, practically spitting rain out of her mouth as she shimmied across a long cable. Despite the rain and wind, the cat burglar’s grounded boots slid along the cable without a pause or a sound, the nimble woman’s perfectly toned legs walking along the narrow length of metal as if she was on a side walk hundreds of feet below. Selina might be miserably wet even through her insulated suit but the brunette master criminal was purring at the thought of what she was about to steal. “A diamond big enough to go retire in the Bahamas, doing nothing but sipping bikinis and preying on cabana boys,” the lithe Catwoman purred with a smile, green eyes shining in the night as she got towards her target, the massive Wayne Enterprizes tower. With a spring of her powerful thighs, the thief launched herself into the void, sailing across the air and hitting the side of the skyscraper. The claws set into her gloves and boots scraped along glass and concrete before making purchase, Selina’s light body not pulling too hard on the wet surface. Nimble as well, a cat, she pranced up the side of the building, until she reached her desired window. “Brucey, Brucey, Brucey, so foolish of you to store the family jewels here,” Catwoman laughed, clawed glove cutting a circular hole in the window and sprayed a thick gas into the room to show dozens of laser trip wires. Selina slid through the circle, her lean hips and taut butt letting her keep it small. Her long legs and trim arms danced through the lasers without touching them, until her heels landed atop Wayne’s desk. The green eyed woman grinned again at her own skill, made sure to wiggle her perfect butt at the security camera and bent down to the safe hidden under Bruce’s desk. A few flicks of her wrist cracked the world class safe, the door swinging open and letting Selina see… “A polaroid? What is this the 90s?” she glared, “where’s the damned diamond?” The thief’s eyebrow raised to see it wasn’t even some sort of family photof of her occasional boyfriend’s way too many kids or Justice League porn. Instead it was of an immensely, comically fat woman passed out on a couch. “Dear God, Bruce you’re a freak. What the hell are you doing with this?” Catwoman laughed, “this would be worth black mail money at least!” Unlike the thin models or well, herself who usually graced the billionaire’s muscled arm, this woman was a swollen pile of over pampered lard. Her head was thrown back in sleep, cheeks so swollen her eyes didn’t look capable of opening. Her jowls had swallowed her neck, drooping fat hanging down to an angrily swollen pair of tits and hanging over her pearl necklace. Bloated, useless looking arms were sprawled across her belly, their biceps and triceps folded sacks of dough starting to hang over her forearms while clumsy fingers were swollen around her rings. The woman’s gut was like a beach ball inside a bean bag chair, looking both loose and packed to the brim at the same time, stretching a small black dress to the breaking point. If Selina had dared think anyone would have sex with this freak, it would seem like this ball of dough was pregnant! Her legs were even worse, so packed with fat that angry purple stretch marks and pink spider veins were splitting across thighs thicker than Selina’s waist, the immense sea of cellulite coated dough hanging over her knees to meet her clumsy cankles, ankle fat rising out of a pair of sensible shoes. Biggest of all was the woman’s hips, so wide it looked like most doors would struggle to accommodate her. “This woman is 350 pounds of shit shoved into a 200lb bag. How could anyone ever let themselves go like that?” Selina giggled to herself, leaning in and plucking up the picture, “Its a good thing I said not to that proposal if this is what the Bat is into! Oh, wait, what’s this!” A large gem was behind the picture. A large emerald of unusual brilliance, why it seemed to be glowing in the darkness…. “Not a total loss at least,” Selina smiled picking up the gem. She held it towards the glare of the exit light and nearly dropped it in surprise to see another woman! “Who the hell are you?” Selina hissed, snapping into a combat pose as she took in the newcomer. The woman was tall and dressed strangely, in a flowing dress that left her arms bare. She had arms like an athlete yet gave an air of being a little pregnant and somewhat indulgently curvy. Her blonde hair was piled around a golden crown and her huge brown eyes looked at Selina with mockery. “In four months thief, you will get everything you ever wanted,” the woman said, smiling fiercely. “I’ve got what I want, lady, I’m hot as hell and sleep naked on a pile of money,” the successful criminal growled, “so how about you answer my question?” “Why you know me, Mrs. Wayne,” the woman grinned, teeth too brilliant, “Olympus sends you a blessing of fruitful loins and a woman’s figure. Go now, stop your childish play and get you to your loom and to your kitchen. Abandon a maiden’s figure and a maiden’s mockery, for now you are a matron.” “A matron? No, I’ve got an IUD dumbass,” Selina hissed. “Ha, your dreaming self pretends at being a hero, even after the Cyprian’s arrow binds you to the Bat. From my generous bosom, I grant you yet another gift. Clarity,” the brown eyed blonde laughed, each sound like a peal of thunder, “the plague put upon you by Demeter’s daughter and my own miasma will be cleared for you, that you may see what you have become. Perhaps you will even avoid your well earned fate thief, but I doubt it. One such as you has no ability to control passion or appetite.” “I’ll show you appetite, when I make you eat carpet!” Selina growled, jumping at this strange woman. Hissing, Selina sprang at her, only to land on the office’s coffee table. She sprang up, finding herself alone in the office. “Damn it, that better be some weird Wayne security hologram and not ghosts. I hate supernatural crap, it makes things too complicated,” Selina muttered, feeling the cold rain from the open window hitting her face and cleavage. She frowned, she had her zipper up to her neck from the cold, when had it gone down? The thief looked down to see her fake C cups exposed, she pulled the zipper up over them, meeting an unusual amount of resistance. But as soon as she let go, the zipper shot right back down, her tits swelling up before her eyes. The spandex and kevlar cat suit, comfortably snug across her body began to pinch, groaning as it seemed to shrink! “What the hell?” the cat burglar gasped, feeling a second chin pinch under her mask. Her zipper shot downwards, plumpening breasts flopping out as her firm abs bulged outwards. Her stomach was obviously pregnant but before she could even touch it layers of soft fat began building over the bump, turning into an ever more bulky belly. The thief’s hips popped and cracked, widening to a comical degree as her sleeves and gloves grew tight around her thickening arms. Rips sounded on her thighs and hips, kevlar leggings tearing like paper and the seat of her pants shredding to expose pale, fat flesh. “No, no no nonononononnonono!” Selina stammered, jumping towards the window. Even if she could have fit through the small hole in the high window, Selina couldn’t hope to make it. Her agile dance of earlier was one minute and one hundred pounds behind her, Selina’s limbs now stiff and weak. She tripped over her own feet, going down hard on her knees as alarms began to blare from the laser her gut tripped. “I’ve got to get out of here, got to get to a doctor or something,” Selina gasped, sweat breaking across her body as she lurched towards the hole she’d made. The hole was ten feet up, normally just a few hops for her. But when she jumped, the suddenly overweight thief barely left the ground. Hell, her knees almost gave out when she landed! Panicked, she struggled to get up onto a small table by the window, what remained of her pants giving out as she tried to get one thick leg onto the wood. It took her a full two minutes to get her sweaty, fatter by the second frame onto the wood, which gave an ominous groan under her increasing weight. “Come on!” the frenzied brunette near cried, “I’ve got to get out of here before the cops come, before I get caught...before anyone sees me like this!” She reached for the hole in the window, four feet and a mile away...as the table groaned and broke under her. Thankfully Selina landed on the office chair at the table, but that was a temporary refrain, her ever widening butt snapping its base and making her land on her back. Groaning in pain, the once tough Catwoman awkwardly rolled to her side, her weak, trembling limbs barely able to hold herself up. The sway of her belly was beginning to touch the carpet on her fours, drooping breasts not too far behind. “Whoever she was I’ll get her for this,” Selina wheezed, heart racing and lungs heaving to fuel her growth, arm fat splitting her sleeves as she clumsily got to her feet, needing to put a hand on her knees to stand up, “but I’ve got to get out of here first…” The now obese woman waddled forwards, her once silent tread replaced with the slapping echo of her rasping thighs, their noise matching the thunder outside. Each step was a torture, Selina having to force her bloated legs past each other. By the time she got to the doorway her hips brushed the doorframe and her drooping apron belly was now bouncing off of her thighs. Ankles, knees and hips screaming at her own weight, Catwoman lurched down the hallway, a pool of sweat and tears falling in her wake. “This can’t be real,” Selina groaned, not able to recognize her own voice as the chin strap of her mask ripped away under the force of her jowls, “this can’t be real! I’m not fat, I’m not fat!” She saw the stairs, immediately knew that she was well past ever using them again. Selina slapped at the button of the elevator, her gloves ripping under the pressure of her sausage fingers as she did. Once able to run a mile in four minutes, the nimble woman now had to brace herself against the wall as to not collapse after a short walk down a hallway. Selina glared up at the photographs on the waiting room wall, a framed picture of Wayne and his side kicks/adopted children. They all seemed to be laughing at her, especially the lithe asian girl at Wayne’s side. “I’ll get *uhf* you for this,” Selina moaned, unsure who she was talking to or how she’d get anything but a bariatric surgery in this state. Three feet away the elevator pinged open. Selina lurched towards it with all speed, the doors still slamming shut as she got to them. Her belly slapped into it with an explosion of pain, followed by her drooping breasts. The swollen, sagging dugs responded by beginning to gush thick white milk from her tea cup sized nipples. Fast as a fire hose the drooping boobs loosed the milk, spilling across the wall and floor. “Not *ugh* real,” Selina said, clumsily hitting the button again as her legs began to tremble, leaning against the door and slowly sliding down, knees popping just from holding herself up. A tidal wave of lard fell through the doors, Selina landing with a very wet slap. The polished marble wall of the elevator showed a laughably obese woman, well over six or seven hundred pounds of cellulite and stretch marks. Selina screamed bloody murder, rolling to push herself up but finding her body resisting her. Black spots formed in her vision, foam forming at the corners of her mouth as she rolled from her side to her back, sausage fingers groping at the elevator buttons. Once the Lobby was finally let up, Selina let her arm fall with a grown, the flour sack bulk of her upper arms swallowing her elbow. She struggled to get her breathing under control as the elevator went down only for a red light on the control panel to catch her attention around the same time as she began feeling the sides of the elevator on her back, flanks and front at the same time. Catwoman squinted, fat from her forehead and cheeks limiting her field of vision to see that the red light was labelled “1200lb Weight Limit Exceeded”. “What...no…*puff* imposs…*huff* ble,” Selina moaned, barely able to understand herself, the gallons of milk she was shooting out every minute beginning to fill up the elevator. Above her, the thief heard the groan of steel cables and a sudden snap as the elevator fell. She tried to scream, but couldn’t get enough air, falling faster and faster, open mouth filling with her own milk as the rising tide of cream began drowning her! She burbled and gasped, trying to raise her head or to grab the handrails, but her arms, each of them three or four hundred pounds refused to do more than jiggle. The elevator hit just as Selina began to drown… “AAAHHHH!!!!” Catwoman gasped, lurching up from her accustomed spot on the couch. The taste of cream was still in her mouth and her heart was hammering faster than the drummer of a speed metal band’s hands. Selina looked around, seeing a lavishly and tastefully appointed living room on a massive scale, recognizing it as Wayne Manor. “But why, why am I...oh shit,” she muttered to herself, wiping sweat from her brow and gasping, “we got married...okay, jeeze it was just a nightmare but at least I’m not...no. No, No no no nono!” Selina screamed again, looking down to see not the body of an ultra lithe catburglar but the lazy, spoiled, pampered bulk of a 365lb hippo of a pregnant woman. Swollen, veiny boobs bigger than her head, a gut so big her maternity dress was stretched across it and even worse, what little she could see of her fabulous, perfect legs were swollen, jiggling piles of cellulite! “When did this, no this isn’t possible I…how?” Selina asked herself, glad only that she wasn’t immediately ballooning as in her dream, “but no I was thin and then…” Selina’s mind flashed back over the past five months. Five months of snacking, grazing, stuffing, munching, sampling, gorging and above all else, eating. She’d eaten like a monster ever since she’d finally gotten pregnant by...no, wait she’d only gotten pregnant by… “Hera! That ancient Greek bitch! she did this to me, just for borrowing her stupid gem!” Selina remembered, realizing that her haze of overeating had to be coming from that curse, “I’ll...do something!” Catwoman tried to stomp off, but her weak, swollen legs could only manage a waddle. The obese woman slowly made her way to her bedroom, aiming to see what the damage to her slinky figure was and wondering why she still tasted cream. As soon as she was gone, Cassandra hopped up behind the couch, empty cartons of cream in her strong hands. The same months that had made Selina obese had been far kinder to the quiet vigilante, her skinny homeless girl physique bulking out with fifty pounds of hard muscle. Her thighs ripped with might, her biceps throbbed with power, her eight pack was so taut the muscle seemed able to poke out an eye. “Weird, she’s never woke up like that before,” the Batgirl said to herself with a shrug of her muscular shoulders, “maybe I should feed her more…” SilverPathfinder, flyer33, xandercroft and 7 others 6 1 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted October 7, 2020 Share Posted October 7, 2020 This is my new favorite chapter. I’ve been going through a werewolf phase (werefat phase?), and there aren’t enough stories like that in the world. Maybe because they can be too melodramatic. But melodrama can be good sometimes! ulvrik, xandercroft and Batman76 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted October 7, 2020 Share Posted October 7, 2020 Oh, that Cass...ain't she a little stinker? Great chapter all around, with a very fun dream sequence and wonderful revelation in the waking world. xandercroft, >_< 0_0 and Batman76 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted October 20, 2020 Author Share Posted October 20, 2020 On 10/7/2020 at 4:31 PM, Cyril Figgis said: Oh, that Cass...ain't she a little stinker? Great chapter all around, with a very fun dream sequence and wonderful revelation in the waking world. When you think about it, its all stealth training isn't it? Anyway, short update on the fattest of fat cats.... “This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Selina muttered to herself, as some sort of mantra, some sort of magic spell that might make her skinny form pop into being. She was in her and Bruce’s shared bedroom, desperately trying to convince herself that she wasn’t a heavily pregnant lardass and deeply failing. The world class Catburglar was huffing and puffing from the effort of hauling her fat butt up the stairs and tearing her way through her dresser, wardrobe and closets, finding nothing but plus size and maternity clothes. Selina wasn’t just fat, she’d clearly been fat for a very long time! “I need to work out, *unf* ugh, how did I get so fat?” she muttered at herself, ignoring a rumbling in her gut. The effort of getting across the cavernous mansion was exhausting, enough to make the green eyed brunette ashamed of herself. She used to be able to climb a building, now she got out of breath in her own house!? And she was angry at the flab on her once perfect butt and the clapping, chaffing of her huge thighs and the painful swell of her ankles and the wobbling jiggle of her under chin. And the anger was made worse by how damned hungry she was! “There’s gotta be some sort of workout clothes here, some spandex, some shorts, what have I been wearing, just maternity dresses and “little” black dresses? How haven’t I been laughed out of the city? How has Bruce not left me?” she muttered to herself, finally finding a pair of running shoes in the back of her closet, “Finally!” She waddled back to the bed with her prize, the frame groaning under her bulk. Getting her stiff, weak legs up in her lap was difficult, her joints felt locked and there appeared to be no muscle beneath the thick layers of flab. Yet the true awful realization of how much Selina had changed hit her when she started shoving her feet into them, realizing that she’d gone up a few shoe sizes. “Fuck, my feet got fatter?” the cat burglar sneered, “what kind of hell is this?” A knock on the door startled her. Selina furrowed her brow in annoyance and rolled slowly, creakingly to her feet. The slow waddle that was her maximum speed infuriated her, as did almost opening the door onto her belly. The person on the other side was even more annoying. “Ugh, yes Cass-oh my god!?” Selina gasped seeing the person on the other side, “what the hell happened to you?” The Batgirl had been a gaunt, waifish thing. Fit and firm yes, but without much bulk thanks to her long years on the street. During Selina’s months spent in a mind altered haze, Cassandra had been bulking up too...but all of it was muscle. “Um, a lot of things?” the quiet girl answered, shrugging broad shoulders, their defined muscles poking out of her taut crop top. Muscle covered the martial artist from head to toe. The muscle on her exposed belly was so jagged with hard muscle that it was hard to tell where abs began and obliques ended. Her legs were stretching black leggings half transparent over her razor sharp quads and her calves would put an olympic sprinter to shame. When the short asian girl brushed hair out of her eyes, a sleeve ripped under the flex of her immense bicep. “But you’re you’re so….big,” the obese Selina gasped, shocked and angered that the already fit Batgirl had turned even fitter while she’d ballooned into a pregnant parade float of herself, “how … no no, never mind I…” She looked over, seeing that smiling Grecian bitch of a Goddess Hera briefly grinning at her from a mirror. “Just, um, what did you want?” Selina asked, “Your um, Mommy is here to help…” Cassandra cocked her head quizzically, “I’m going to Stephs. Want any food from town?” The two sentences were short, but they were a lot. More than Selina could actually remember Cassandra saying to her, apart from the ghostly half memories of the past months. She shook her head, trying to stay focused. “Stephanie...Tim’s girlfriend? I remember her,” Selina swallowed, internally squirming at thinking how much fatter she was than that skinny blonde and what it would be like to see her, “wait, can you drive?” “Tim’s taking me. Want any food?” the ultra fit vigilante asked again, puzzled at Selina’s strange body language. “Errr, no I don’t really need anything, as you can notice,” Selina grimaced, “you just go on...with whatever you’re doing…” To her surprise, Cassandra patted her belly, “Eating for two. I’ll get you some burgers.” Before she could respond, the much fitter woman turned down the hall. Selina kept her own hand on her globular stomach, the kick of her pregnancy surprising to her and soothing. She might be the size of a cow, but she at least had gotten the pregnancy that she’d wanted….she just had to find a way to keep her mind… The ring of her cell phone, of course it was a digitized meow of a cat, snapped her from the thought. She waddled over to where it had fallen on the floor, bent over with difficulty and ignored the sigh of seams on her dress as her gigantic, bean bag chair butt cheeks pressed against the taut fabric. She saw Bruce’s face on the phone and swallowed, trembling to put the phone to her ear. Bruce, thinking of him seeing her like this, God he must think she was a disgusting pig… “Selina love, I hate to ask a favor of you,” he told her, his voice slightly distorted. “B-Bruce its me, um, how are you? Its so good to hear you,” Selina replied nervously, “are you on your way home?” “Unfortunately not, there’s a minor issue in Ruritania that needs my attention. But I’ll need you to meet the company’s board of directors for me,” he asked her. The board of directors? Easy as cake...when she was a hundred and eighty pounds thinner! It would be hard to be commanding when she was the size of a cow and too fat for most of her shoes! “The board, that’s a big...a big thing,” she gulped. “Well, if you’re not up to it, I understand,” Bruce said to her, “You’ve surely got a lot of pregnancy issues on your mind. Are you eating enough? The doctors said you have to keep your strength up.” “Eating enough?” Selina asked, looking down to see the sphere of her gut and the bulge of her swollen tits, “they said I needed to keep up my strength?” Dim memories returned, astonished doctors saying that the spherical woman was perfectly healthy. This was due to the mix of Hera’s curse and Ivy’s plague, but Selina didn’t know that, all she could think of was how any doctor could see her and not recommend emergency lipo! “Yes, here, I’ll have some delivery sent to you,” Bruce said, “I can tell when you’re hungry.” Selina shook her head, “No, no, I’m…” Her stomach gurgled, louder than a 5.0 earth quake and easily audible over the phone. “You know what...I’ll happily go to that meeting,” she said to him, “so don’t both ordering, I’ll get something on the way….” ulvrik, Cyril Figgis, venusderuebens and 6 others 3 2 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted October 21, 2020 Share Posted October 21, 2020 Boy, what a change a couple hundred pounds makes. Selina is a far cry from how she used to be, and I am here for it. Batman76 and >_< 0_0 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted October 21, 2020 Share Posted October 21, 2020 She awakes! Catwoman is back! I’ll miss Momma-Cat, but it’s surpringly refreshing to have a character actually realize something’s radically “wrong” with the world 🤰 Remember Back to the Future Part 2 when Marty starts wandering around LA and everything is dystopian because the timeline got messed up? That’s probably what Selina’s about to do. Oh! Maybe she and Cassandra will team up to find out what’s causing everything... for different motives? Been awhile since I was able to read stuff. Been practicing card-counting and bulking for a bodybuilding competition. But I’ll always make time for DC Chubs 🥰 flyer33, ulvrik and Batman76 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 11, 2020 Author Share Posted November 11, 2020 Glad I had some time tonight to catch up on this. Your guys' comments are always much appreciated! For some one who’s old job had relied on remaining silent and stealthy, Selina Kyle had been used to drawing attention. Between her fantastic legs, impressive ass and perfect sense of style, the Catwoman had been a show stopper even before she’d had her tits bumped up from As to Cs. She merely had to strut in to see the rich and powerful glance towards her, the men lustfully and the women with hateful jealousy at the effortlessly graceful and lithe Selina. Awakening to find herself the size of a baby elephant, with butt cheeks like basketballs, boobs like small melons and a 6-months pregnant stomach under a blubbery potbelly, the billionaire’s wife was more than a bit anxious over not having that effect. “Come on Selina, come on, you can do it,” the graceful cat burglar grunted to herself as she attempted to extricate herself from a dangerous trap in the parking garage of Wayne Tower. This trap was far more mundane than the magical nightmare Selina had had the night before but also just as humiliating. “Jesus Christ, why don’t they make Ferrari’s as easy to get out of as they used to?” the pear shaped thief moaned, sweat beading under her make up. Selina’s expensive tastes had pushed her to take the flashiest car in the massive Wayne garage that didn’t have a Bat logo on it. Unfortunately, said Italian super car hadn’t been designed for a woman with hips disproportionate to her 365lb weight. Getting into it had been hard enough and Selina had barely been able to get the belt done around her dome of a stomach, which had pressed into the wheel the whole time, as had her beefy thighs. Meanwhile her immense hips had been so broad she could barely get the door closed, forcing her to sit at an angle. She’d known it was outrageously stupid and dangerous but her own sense of feline stubborness prevented her from quitting once begun! “I’m not…*pant* that fat,” Selina growled, trying to haul herself up again, dismayed that she was even more out of shape than she’d thought. Just getting her massive facing towards the door had been difficult given the weakness of her thigh muscles. Once Selina had been impressively strong, but now the retired thief felt weak as a kitten. Her atrophied muscles burned with the effort of turning herself to the side, her thighs sticking to the genuine leather of her seat. She was breathing hard, swollen breasts threatening to bust her steel cage of a bra, by the time she got her swollen feet set on the pavement. An initial attempt to stand up was defeated due to her colossal ass getting wedged under the wheel and her wobbling pregnant belly pressing tight to her columnar thighs. “Caught in the cat flap?” a snide voice asked her, “Did someone have to much fancy feast?” Selina’s green eyes shot around the parking garage, her jowls flapping. But she could see no one… “In the mirror, chubby kitten,” it said again. Catwoman looked into the mirror, the stern and svelte face of the Queen of the Greek Pantheon looking back at her. “Hera, this is your fault!” Selina growled, trying to put menace into her voice and failing given how out of breath and genuinely pathetic she was. “My fault? You were the one who wanted to be pregnant,” the Goddess laughed back at her, “and you were the one who stuffed yourself into such a state! My my, remember when you could climb up the side of a sky scraper? Now you’re too fat to haul yourself out of this chariot!” “I’m not too fat, I’m just… a little tired,” Selina denied. “Oh? Did someone need a fat girl nap after that fast food feast you guzzled down? Did you really need two burgers, three fries, an extra large milk shake and soda?” Hera laughed at her, “I can hear you sloshing from Olympus!” Selina tried to deny it, but had to stifle a small belch instead. During her drive, the heavily pregnant billionairess had gotten increasingly hungry, eventually reaching a point of agony worse than a gunshot. Plans of a small, no dressing salad and a mineral water had been dropped for enough beef, grease, potatoes and dairy to have made the old, fit Selina hurl. “I was just...having some cravings…,” Selina lied. “Oh were you? Or were you always a low class pile of uncontrolled urges, just pretending to be classy and elegant? No thief, your greed was always going to lead you here one day,” the goddess laughed at her. “I’m going to lose it, I promise that!” Catwoman hissed. “Lose it? No no no, you won’t lose a pound. In the next three months, you won’t manage to actually become a mother, you’ll have the same selfish impulses as always carrying you on,” Hera smiled, “and now that your husband has changed his mind, well, you’ll be pregnant again quite soon I can promise. Again and again, until you get too big for him to get into!” “No,” the horrified Catwoman muttered, “No I won’t…. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly healthy….and a national joke. So fat you have to be wheeled around on a cart,” Hera snickered, “a prize cow!” “Fuck you, I’m going to *pant* figure out how to undo this curse,” Selina gasped, trying to get up again and failing. “No you won’t. Its not in your nature, you know if you had merely asked the Amazons to borrow the stone they’d have said yes,” Hera told her, “and you could have avoided...some of this. You were always going to fatten up once you got pregnant, but not like this. But no, you had to be greedy and take from the Goddess of Motherhood!” Selina tried glaring at her, but was running out of energy for it. She was usually napping this time a day and the unexpected physical activity had sapped her minimal reserves of stamina. But she’d been trapped and pinned before and gotten her way out of it, so if her body couldn’t work she’d have to use her brain. “Then as the Goddess of Motherhood, I beg you to help me,” Selina said. Hera’s big brown eyes narrowed, the ancient milf goddess glaring in anger. The clear, crisp blue sky began to darken, a storm blowing in from nowhere. “You dare? You dare ask me for aid?” the blonde goddess glowered. Selina felt fear shoot up her spine, but pressed on. “You’re the goddess of mothers and pregnant women,” Catwoman said, patting her heavy gut with a plump hand, “and I am incredibly pregnant. So I beg you for help, please Queen of the Gods, get me out of this sports car!” The goddess glared at her a moment later, then laughed like thunder. “Oh, you are more clever than you appear,” the Goddess grinned, “very well, let me give you some help…” The Goddess faded away from the mirror, leaving Selina alone. She wasn’t teleported out of the car, or better yet reduced to 130lbs. No, instead the snug sports car shimmered and suddenly became a five year old minivan. “Oh no, no you bitch,” Selina muttered, trying to get up and going nowhere. Her gigantic butt was still stuck in the seat, the over inflated cheek wedged tight. Worse, the rather conservative if snug pantsuit she’d shoe horned herself into was replaced with a skin tight cocktail dress that would have been painfully tight fifty pounds ago. Her hip to cankle cellulite was on display, as well as the webs of stretchmarks across her once flawless stems. “She didn’t even get me out,” she whined, uselessly trying to move, the mini van shaking back and forth. “Hi,” Cassandra said, appearing outside the car as if by magic. Selina gasped, heart thundering at the appearance of her step daughter. The ex-assassin was wearing a belly shirt and a pair of leggings, both painted onto her heavily muscled frame. Her quads and biceps looked ready to rip their way free and her rippling abdominals looked bullet proof. “Cass, what the hell are you doing here?” the alarmed Selina demanded, “and why do you have donuts?” Her muscular step daughter was incongruously carrying several donut boxes. “Visiting Steph, she has a cover job,” the half asian girl said, as if that explained why she was carrying so much saturated fat, “need help?” Selina had no desire to ask for help, but further no desire to have her ass stuck in this humiliating mini van any longer. “A little bit dear, if you could just help me…,” she began to say, only for the bulging Cassandra to put one powerful hand on her soft shoulder and pull the pillowy pregnant woman out. Selina almost fell she was pulled so quickly, but the incredibly strong vigilante easily pulled her up. “Dear God, girl, what have you been eating?” the Catwoman demanded. She was used to dealing with a waif of a girl who’s scrawny if firm physique reflected a life on the streets. Now the ex-assassin looked like a professional body builder! “These,” Cass said with a shrug, effortlessly depositing a stuffed donut between her lips. Selina could only stare in amazement as the zero-body fat girl scarfed the junk food down. Indignation that her step daughter was eating like this and looking like a female adonis while Catwoman suffered the indignity of being the size of a parade float mixed with concern about the girl’s eating habits. Such horrible binging couldn’t be good for her long term! “Well, you shouldn’t! You need a more balanced diet young lady, when we get home I’m making you a salad for dinner, you need greens!” Selina ordered as Cassandra took a second donut from the box. “What?” the puzzled ex-assassin asked. Selina clumsily snatched the donut from Cassandra’s callused hand, “Greens! And no, green sprinkles on the donut don’t count. You have to eat healthy if you want to keep a good body, I obviously didn’t but that’s no excuse for you!” Now it was Cassandra’s turn to stare in amazement. “And why aren’t you in school? Its 9am!” the Catwoman demanded. “I don’t go to school,” the mute and near illiterate girl answered. “Well...now you do! I want you to have an education so you can have something beyond cracking skulls!” Selina hissed at her, “I want you to be successful and have options in life, so get ready for learning missy. Now follow *puff* me, I’ve got a meeting and then I’m going to go get some clothes that fit you.” ulvrik, flyer33, Cyril Figgis and 5 others 3 1 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted November 12, 2020 Share Posted November 12, 2020 Wonderful new addition! The back and forth between Selina and Hera was so much fun, and her real nature starting to mix with her matronly persona was delightful. ulvrik and Batman76 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 12, 2020 Author Share Posted November 12, 2020 3 hours ago, Cyril Figgis said: Wonderful new addition! The back and forth between Selina and Hera was so much fun, and her real nature starting to mix with her matronly persona was delightful. The only way she can beat the curse is to accept her inner milfdom Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted November 12, 2020 Share Posted November 12, 2020 I’ve also been a little swamped with real life things (in a good way), so this chapter of a big-assed Catwoman is very precious to me 🥰 Cass and Selina are together! I can’t wait till they start meeting the plump DC girls! ulvrik and Batman76 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 23, 2020 Author Share Posted November 23, 2020 On 11/11/2020 at 11:22 PM, >_< 0_0 said: I’ve also been a little swamped with real life things (in a good way), so this chapter of a big-assed Catwoman is very precious to me 🥰 Cass and Selina are together! I can’t wait till they start meeting the plump DC girls! Thanks, there's going to be an interesting meeting in a while... After we cut to Cass' other mom... .... For Sandra Wu-San, mercy had died the day she'd found her twin sister murdered twenty years earlier. She'd abandoned everything from morality to her very name to master the martial arts, becoming the world's deadliest fighter Lady Shiva. Men and women died at her hands without a care for the worth of their deaths, Shiva's every action a perfectly danced ballet of carnage. She'd even conceived, birthed and abandoned a daughter just to gather more martial secrets in her attempt to find something of actual interest in her totally detached life. So Shiva was not about to show mercy to some over fed, whimpering ball of living cookie dough that used to be Talia al-Ghoul. "Shiva, Shiva please...I just need to rest...please, I'm so so tired,' Talia groaned as she tried to run on an indoor track at the League of Assassin's Himalayan headquarters. Talia had once been lethally graceful. She'd had more than fifty years of training packed into a twenty year old's body thanks to the Lazarus pits, kept nimble and fit performing missions first for her father and then for herself. But after months infected with Ivy's plague, the once lethal half Arabian Assassin was now almost a parody of American consumerism. Every inch of her, and there were quite a lot of inches, now wobbled and sagged, Talia up to over near four hundred pounds of totally soft blubber! The size twenty two leggings the once nimble assassin was shoved into were tighter than sausage casings, her thick cankles bulging out at the bottom and the thighs already beginning to wear thin after just an hour of exercising. Talia's previously taught, super model worthy rear end was now an inflated mom butt, the seat of her pants stretched mostly transparent by her cellulite coated flesh and several inches of butt blubber rising up over the waistband. Her stretch marked covered gut was big enough to hang not just over that waistband, but down over her crotch, the only thing blocking her camel toe from view. A black sports bra three letters too small was strapped across her I cups, cinnamon brown cleavage leaking under and over the straining, ripping fabric. "Rest? Will your enemies let you rest when they hound you for trying to save the world? Will your pleas that you are just a bit out of condition and need some air stay their bombs and blades?" Shiva asked the wobbling dough ball that was her employer, one of her strong hands slapping hard against Talia's sweaty, droopy gut, "No, instead they will laugh at your frailness and knock you to the ground!' The small knock from Shiva did indeed send Talia's jiggly butt plopping to the ground, even though Shiva hadn't meant to knock her employer over. While no one with out actual super powers was Shiva's equal, Talia had once been a formidable fighter but now the difference between Shiva's hard body and Talia was wider than the Milky Way. During the hour of Talia's pathetic exercise, Shiva had been circling, circling and circling the half Arabian woman, as a vulture circles a dying cow, putting in a fast ten miles in the time Talia had waddled one. In contrast to the balloon like league leader, Shiva remained an incredibly chiseled woman who could have been between twenty five and forty. Immunized to Ivy's fat virus by a twist of fate and authorial favoritism, Shiva was one of a handful of heroines who hadn't spent the last few months getting obese through rampant self indulgence. No, the Mistress of the Martial Arts had spent the last several months turning Talia into a fat, weak, pathetic pile of blubber! "Oww, Shiva that hurt!" Talia whined, rubbing the red mark on her stomach and blinking back tears, "I could have *sniff* broken something..." Shiva let out a cruel, cackling laugh at the absolute dough ball of a woman. Talia had been tough as nails but between the slothful effects of Ivy's virus and Shiva's careful feeding and training, now she was a certified wuss. Years of fight training had left her alongside her muscle tone, leaving a lazy, disorganized and weak willed mess behind. Apart from her black hair, warm brown skin and green eyes, there wasn't anything left of her old self. "Of course it hurt, look at how weak you've gotten! You haven''t been following your diet, have you?" Shiva suggested, bending over with tough hands on her muscular knees, trying not to look at Talia's tittes. Just like her daughter, Shiva had a rampant fat fetish and had been on the verge of coming this entire training session. An expert body reader, she could see the telegraphed exhaustion, pain and humiliation of the ballooned Talia, reading it like a book. She'd catalogued every jiggle, wiggle and bounce, all while struggling not to come in her tiny exercise shorts, flaunting her chiseled perfection in front of the inflating Talia. "I've been eating every thing you've said to, I can barely keep it all in!" the weak willed al-Ghoul whined piteously, near tears, "I don't know why I'm so weak!" "Obviously you haven't been eating enough, look at you, you're barely able to raise your arms you're so weak, we need to get some real food into you!" Shiva insisted. One of the few interesting things Shiva had found in life was in improving people. She couldn't just kill a small army with her lethal skills, she could teach others to do so rapidly. Granted, she did usually charge for such training with a fight to the death that only her daughter Cassandra had managed to draw against her in. But with Talia, Shiva was taking just the opposite track, totally destroying the once lithe woman. Forcing her way into Talia's court as personal trainer, she'd taken an already horribly out of shape Talia and some how made her twice as pathetic. Barraged by the most fattening treats Shiva could think up, Talia had swollen to over three times her skinny weight, an unrecognizable blob of chunk. The exercises Shiva had Talia do did nothing but make her weaker, damaging her muscles faster than they could adapt to her lard. Shiva subtly but constantly altered Talia's form, destroying any remnant of martial expertise and making her clumsy, lazy and cowardly. "Now, let us get the funnel while I begin massaging you," Shiva grinned, "I'll attempt to correct the flow of energy through your body..." A few minutes found the naked, sweaty Talia on her back in the mountainous castles spa, laid flat on a table with her monstrous gut pointing up in the air. A tv chattered mindlessly in the background, while a long tub slowly feeding melted ice cream, high fructose corn syrup and powdered marijuana into her mouth. Shiv, equally naked and spectacularly fit, walked around her prey, strong fingers plunging into the massive milf's doughy body to soft whelps every few seconds. Thanks to her extreme, first hand knowledge of human anatomy and eastern philosophy, Shiva could have made a killing as a chiropractor. Every strike was subtly altering Talia's nerve endings, increasing her ability to feel pain to the point that even the slightest exercises would make her sob. Already Talia was so adverse to exercise that she winced looking at running shoes and started leaking tears walking more than a hundred steps at once. "Your pressure points are on a knife's edge, no wonder you can't eat properly," Shiva said, driving a fist into Talia's belly, pinching the deep layers of lard and letting it run over her hand. "Ouch! Sandra, that hurt!" Talia whined. Shiva's eye twitched at the use of her real name, "Remember, call me Shiva. Now turn over so I can get your back." Watching Talia struggle to turn over, like a turtle in the sun made Shiva want to laugh. The thrill shooting through her was one that she'd only felt a few times in her life, in the most desperate fights. It was barely sexual it was so pure, an enormity of experience only flawed by her inability of fattening Talia from skinny and the huge woman being a willing gainer, if one who thought Shiva was helping her to "Fit fat" status. Once she'd gotten Al-Ghoul to the point of immobility, Shiva planned on finding some still skinny women and starting from the ground up. Shiva knew that that would be difficult though, if only due to rarity. Unlike Talia, who viewed the world through a hashish haze anymore, Shiva's mind was as sharp as her abs were taut. Through tabloids and blogs she'd monitored the ballooning obesity epidemic that had claimed heroine after heroine, leaving only a handful of heroine women not the size of livestock. Her daughter was one, photographed at a Wayne function in her civilian identity looking immensely strong but no fatter, as was apparently the magician Zatanna. But many others had apparently retired: Supergirl and Powergirl hadn't been seen in months, Hawkgirl was permanently grounded, the birds of prey busted more belts than crimes these days and although Wonder Woman still fought the forces of evil, she did so while suffering daily clothing disasters and humiliations. Someone was obviously behind this and Shiva was pushing the League of Assassin's still dangerous intelligence gathering apparatus to find out who had done it. The League was tracing the plague back towards the American east coast, with a spreader event in either Gotham, New York or Metropolis. Shiva suspected either Poison Ivy or Lex Luthor. Partly to make sure that Shiva herself was protected from their next move, mostly to take control... "Unf, unf, ugh," Talia whiined, finally flipping over with a wet *flomp*, her cellulite coated backside sticking in the air, "I feel like I've got the joints of a seventy year old, do you think a dip in the Lazarus pits might help?" Shiva frowned. For one thing, she'd made sure that Talia really did have the joints of a 70 year old, the hopelessly overweight woman having been put on exercises that encouraged rapid arthiritis. For another, she was about 95% sure the currently 30ish and 400sh pounds of weak willed Talia would probably pop out of the pit's oily depths, twenty years old, 120lbs, sharp of mind and steely of will and very, very angry. It was tempting, just for a good fight, and a good way to undo any fattening a target she wanted to engorge from the ground up. But she wasn't quite done with Talia yet... "No, no this goes deeper Talia. You must fix yourself psychologically before dunking yourself, otherwise this problem will just rear its head again," Shiva insisted, running her fingers up the canyons of Talia's backfat, "now stay quiet, I need to work..." As Talia's vertebrae were gently popped and cracked into just slightly wrong positions that would mean she'd never quite feel rested after sleeping, the lazy stoner let her glazed eyes drift to the television in front of her. Mindless soap opera garbage and cartoon nonsense was doing to Talia's brain what her junk food diet was doing to her body and she smiled dimly as pretend relationships flickered across the screen. A commercial break eventually hit, Talia pouting at the interruption...for a moment. "Shiva *umpf* Shiva I want it!" the spoiled, weak minded Talia said, pointing a pudgy hand at the screen. "What is it now?" Shiva growled, her hands deep in Talia's back fat, looking up at the tv. While Shiva had been training Talia into ever greater depths of total uselessness, the experience had by accident trained the murderous milf into granting Talia's ever whim. Shiva had already killed several fast food conglomerate heads just to get the whiny, insipid Talia the latest dorito flavor or soda pop variant shipped to her mountainous hide out (Shiva could have just bought them, but where was the fun in that?) and was expecting more of the same, an ad of unusually skinny models frollicking with fake versions of food they'd never touch. "This...this...," Shiva gasped. On screen, a tall, tan young woman with red hair to her ankles and a figure that rode the line between curvy and plump danced and spun happily with a donut in each hand. Generous cleavage threatened to break free with every moment from her tight white bikini, while her starter belly kept folding over her taut bottoms as she munched while spinning, showing off a very large badonkadonk and an almost closed thigh gap. While the common person would be totally fooled by her contacts, Shiva recognized the heroine Starfire and that the alien girl was carrying a couple sizes of extra chonk. If getting her hands all over Talia's bloated body wasn't already pushing Shiva to the point of orgasm, then Starfire's newly jiggly thighs began pushing her over the brink even before the camera cut to the clearly pregnant and rather plump Fire and Ice, wearing even tinier bikinis, fully bellies pressed together as they ate a cream stuffed long john from each end. "I...I...Oh God, they're so...so chubby..." Shiva moaned, for once losing control and desperately shoving her fingers to her clit, collapsing to the floor in a groaning orgasm. Talia, barely paying attention to her coach's coming, had her eyes fixated not on the new shot showing the downright obese Vixen, but on the food she was holding in her hands, two of the most perfect pastries ever seen on the world! "Shiva, I want it! And I want it now!" Talia demanded as the words "Anonymous Treats" flashed on screen. Cyril Figgis, scl04, >_< 0_0 and 2 others 1 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted November 23, 2020 Share Posted November 23, 2020 Damn, Shiva...that's cold. It's a good thing Cass has been brought up by the Bat Family--otherwise, she would be cutting a swath of destruction through them right now. Batman76 and >_< 0_0 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 23, 2020 Author Share Posted November 23, 2020 6 minutes ago, Cyril Figgis said: Damn, Shiva...that's cold. It's a good thing Cass has been brought up by the Bat Family--otherwise, she would be cutting a swath of destruction through them right now. Yeah, Shiva is as evil as a feeder as she is as a parent Cyril Figgis and >_< 0_0 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted November 23, 2020 Share Posted November 23, 2020 25 minutes ago, Batman76 said: Yeah, Shiva is as evil as a feeder as she is as a parent Let's just hope that karma is swift when this comes to a head. >_< 0_0, Batman76 and xandercroft 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 23, 2020 Author Share Posted November 23, 2020 Little actual gaining in today's section, but some heavy set up... Chapter 33: Of Corporate Warfare, Amazon Pregnancies and Minor Fuck ups... Part One: Skinny Proposition Shiva rarely felt enough about anything to hate it. The perfect assassin was zen to her ripped core. Detached from the world, free from the problems of passion and despair both. Shiva had reached a sense of universal oneness, the key to her killing edge as much as her immense workout regimen. Not being able to masturbate right now was driving her nuts. "God, why did this flight have to have an attendant?" she muttered to herself, crossing her perfectly muscled, black spandex clad legs over each other. Clad in her black bell bottoms and sweater, as well as a long red jacket, Shiva sat in the spartan passenger compartment of a B1B Stealth Bomber, owned by a League of Assassins and heavily modified with fuel cells instead of traditional gas burning engines and a computer for a pilot. It was a silent, fast and stealthy vehicle, letting her cross Chinese, Russian, Canadian and eventually US air space without alerting the authorities. Usually Shiva wouldn't care that much, a good brawl at an air port got the blood pumping but after her last public flight in Moscow had seen an FSB battalion dead or maimed at her hands, the assassin had been moved from the "Attack with Overwhelming Force" list to the "Ignore but make sure her bags are checked thoroughly list. The only bad news was that Shiva hadn't realized that the flight had an attendant until it had taken off. She berated herself for getting rusty but could have sworn she'd swept the cabin before take off and found it empty, before sitting down for meditation and being pestered with questions about drinks. Especially as the assassin had just been visualizing the exact amount of rolls that formed across Talia's deliciously bulbous belly as she tried and failed to do even one sit up. "I'm sorry, was that coke or pepsi?" the attendant asked, a fatty middle eastern girl pouring out of her uniform, like all of Talia's female servants. No...there was a shimmering haze about this woman, something not quite right. Shiva shifted in her kneeling position, grasping her fist to raise her blood pressure and by sheer will pushing through the illusion of magic to see the real woman. She was a tall woman and noticeably attractive by non-chubby chaser standards. Her skin was the dusky tan of the Mediterranean, she had purple-red hair and bright green eyes to compliment it. And unusually, her figure was quite slim. All of Talia's handmaidens were well past husky at this point, as was every other female member of the League save Shiva herself, but this woman didn't have the lean musculature of an assassin, she was just slim and bony. Willowy if you were generous, but she had no hips nor breast really, she was practically gaunt, her face high boned and her neck skinny. "Who are you? Really?" Shiva asked, eyebrow rising, "If this is an attack I will happily welcome it. I must keep my skills up and fighting a magic user is most useful for that." The revealed wizard laughed melodiously, setting her flat butt onto the chair across from Shiva. "You are good, I'd told Ronnie that you wouldn't see me but she insisted you'd push through it," the red haired woman said, summoning a cigarette and lighting it with a flame from her finger, "the name is Circe, enchantress and sorceress, nice to meet you. I'm a big fan of your work, the Arms Dealer massacre in Marakesh especially. The way you blend traditional Chinese daoism with modern mixed martial arts to punch through metas and hit above your weight class? Superb." "You're from the Odyssey...and near a God in power. And one of Wonder Woman's villains," Shiva responded, still on guard. "Oh I'm no more one of Dumpy Di's villains than you are Batman's," Circe grinned, "or should I say Batgirl's?" "Leave my daughter out of this please. It will go better for you," Shiva responded. Her daughter was the sole sore point in Shiva's life. The sole regret she'd had, that almost made the assassin seem human. "Of course, whatever you say love," Circe said, summoning champagne and drinking straight from the bottle, "now, I'm here with a little business proposition for you. Surely you've noticed, even locked away in that mountain that the female population has been getting a little bit...rounder lately." Shiva said very little, "The point please." "Oh lovably direct," Circe responded, chugging from the bottle, "Good. So, the average female in the United States has gained eighty pounds in the last year, the average European 60 and the rest of the world 30. Unusually its hitting the rich and fashion world first and hardest...save for the super population and the super criminals. You must have seen the headlines..."Wayne Lingerie relaunches as plus sized brand", "Marie McCabe emerges from social media hiding...twice her old size!", "Power Girl spotted with beer belly on patrol" "Hawkgirl retires, too fat to fly!", "Supergirl breaks skirt getting cat out of tree!", "Wonder Woman stops robbery, gets butt stuck in door!" "You still aren't on the point," Shiva said, "You've got twenty words." "You're still not on the point and I'm getting bored," Circe smiled, raising up a hand, "Rich-bitch Veronica Cale and I..." Five fingers appeared on Circe's upraised hand. "Know its a targeted plague," Circe went on, five more fingers sprouting from the same hand. "We want your help to," she said, fingers 11-15 going up "Take it over, you in?" Circe finished, her left hand bearing twenty fingers that shimmered into the correct number. "Rich bitch is two words," Shiva said with a huff. "Its hyphenated, only counts as one," Circe smiled, "So are you in? Ready to add world domination to your list of achievements?" "I'm a vagabond mercenary, if you pay well I'll help but otherwise, who cares...," the wiry asian woman told the Greek witch. "Oh don't play the stoic with me please," Circe grinned, "I'm sure you're pissed that this plague almost ruined your well honed figure, unless you had a hidden desire to be a sumo wrestler. And I'm sure you aren't on this bomber for fun. You were already heading into do some reconaissance work and to get some snacks for your little feeding toy, because you found out you had quite the feeding fetish, didn't you?" Shiva's black eyes glared at her guest, narrowing in wrath. "Oh come now, you aren't the only one. The part about turning people into pigs in the Odyssey was metaphor," Circe laughed, "there's no shame. Think of it, a world of fatties to manipulate to your whims." "It sounds boring, easy work if they're all already eating," Shiva responded, cheeks just barely reddening with lust, "and there wouldn't be a fight even." "Oh but if we get control of this, you can have your cake and eat it too!" Circe smiled, "think of it mystically. All of that lust and gluttony is some powerful magical raw material. If we can control the packaging and thoughts, well, I can channel that magic into a near godhood for you, Cale and I with the right rituals. And if you're in on it...well, think of it this way. In the morning you can pick your super heroine: Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Mera, that newest Green Lantern, Starfire, whoever you want. In the morning you can boost yourself up to the strength that would let you beat them to a pulp in a fight to the death and you can spend the rest of the day fattening them up too big to move. Then with the amount of magic you'll have at hand you can do it all over again the next day..." Shiva thought. It was a tempting offer for sure. She only rarely went after the heavy weight metas, she could deal more damage than it appeared but at a certain point of invulnerability her martial arts mastery was like punching a mountain. The thought of getting to take someone as vain as Talia had been, and fattening them up (unwillingly) from the ground floor after beating the superiority super powers unfairly granted out of them was enticing...but Circe was legendarily untrustworthy and the hyper rich CEO Veronica Cale wasn't much better. This was a woman who'd repeatedly made Wonder Woman's life a living hell out of just jealousy after all, not one to share power.... "And what, exactly would this cost me?" Shiva asked coyly. "Why just some quid pro quo, a little breaking and entering and possibly beating up a few League...heavy weights," Circe smiled. "Heavy weights? Who?" the assassin asked, breath rising in excitement. "Have you ever beaten up a Kryptonian before?" the enchantress grinned. xXWWhiteXx, >_< 0_0, ulvrik and 2 others 2 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted November 23, 2020 Share Posted November 23, 2020 There she is...as Elton John once said, the bitch is back. After what she did to Karen and Diana in your previous DC story, I can't wait to see what she gets into now. Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted November 24, 2020 Share Posted November 24, 2020 Shiva could be a god? 🤔 who saw that coming? She should totally NOT go for it 🤨 she’s an evil, sadistic wench — an angry god! But I reckon Circe is up to her old tricks 😏 I read that Odyssey book a couple times. Shiva must beware all the food Circe touches! Actually, she might wanna avoid all the food being made by Poison Ivy and Harley too. I think I remember something about a food scheme ulvrik and Batman76 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 24, 2020 Author Share Posted November 24, 2020 14 hours ago, Cyril Figgis said: There she is...as Elton John once said, the bitch is back. After what she did to Karen and Diana in your previous DC story, I can't wait to see what she gets into now. Oh yes, evil enchantresses get me going too much to leave circe out. Now, onto said Kryptonian... Chapter 33, pt 2: Karen Starr was 100% certain she was going to die. Okay, as she was no longer an invincible, unaging alien figurative goddess and now for all intents and purposes an early middle aged woman, death in the next 50 or 60 years had been a certainty. Especially as Karen was now extremely obese, her laziness and gluttony having caught up to swell her previously steely body into an unrecognizable 320lbs on a 5'4 body. Shorn of 10 inches of height and carrying an extra 180lbs of blubber, the woman who'd been Power Girl, a living symbol of confidence, was now anything but. But the former power house was pretty certain she was going to die in the next ten minutes. "Ugh, come on, I think I'm gonna die," the now short woman whined, looking at the buttons on the elevator going towards her building's executive floor and not looking at the rotund redhead she now was reflected back in the mirror polish of the elevator's marble, "hurry up, I just want to get to my office and pass out..." Karen, she didn't think of herself as Power Girl often now, slumped her fat, top heavy build against the corner of the elevator. A plump hand rubbed her immense, droopy stomach fat through the thin, strained fabric of her latest skirt, trying to get rid of the nausea. With a diet as bad as hers, the no longer quite so youthful heroine was used to her belly feeling bad, especially after her powers had failed and she wound up getting stuffed by three separate feeders. Her new girlfriend Diana from Friday afternoon until Monday morning, her old friend turned stuffer Atlee at work and her new tormentor Harley Quinn every other week night. She was used to dosing with pepto thanks to all of the greasy food that had turned her from a paragon of strength into a top heavy circle of flab, but this nausea felt worse than she could imagine. "Don't throw up, don't throw up, don't throw up....," Karen moaned, rubbing sweat off of her face, remembering days when she could fly from the ground floor to her office in an eyeblink, "ugh stop reminiscing Karen, might as well remember the days you didn't get sick and could kinda see your feet!" The Power Girl part of Karen stubbornly insisted she'd probably be able to fly if she just believed in herself for one minute. But the former blonde, Harley had made PG dye her hair red to fully symbolize the death of her super persona, really only believed she was going to get bigger and feel worse. Going from invulnerability to being an incredibly out of shape dough ball did that to you and it was only with the sexual excitement Harley's harsh domination and Diana's ultra sweet pampering gave Karen that she hadn't slipped into a deep depression at the loss of her powers. But in the last several weeks or so she'd been feeling especially bad, like the life was being drained out of her by vampires at night. "I hope its not vampires at least, Rao knows I can't fight off girl scouts let alone vampires," the nauseated Kryptonian muttered, rubbing her sore back, "I wonder if its the milking screwing me over..." Karen was sleeping worse than ever now thanks to the ever increasing strain on her back from her swollen tits. The estrogen and progesterone treatment Harley had her on to ruin her rack for good was really starting to kick in, since Monday the ex-heroine was having to milk two or three times a day to avoid leaking all over herself. Recently ridiculously round, her breasts had slumped into sloppy tear drops thanks to their massive increase/her decreasing muscle mass but once the hormones had kicked in Karen's boobs had turned into swollen torpedoes. Not seeing feet had been Karen's adult life, but now she couldn't even see her formidable gut past her engorged gazongas. Not helping her mood was due to sleeping poorly, she'd snoozed through her alarm that morning and been in such a rush she couldn't pump, meaning PG's breasts were starting to swell out of their custom J cup bras and threatening to show off her once pink and now brown nipples. Her tits hurt and their sensitivity was flat out nuts, they needed massaged but Karen was loath to right now. "I'd touch these things but that might set them leaking and its not like I have an excess of work clothes," Karen muttered, the short, rotund CEO wearing a skintight pair of leggings and a tent like sweater that was still stretched out by her apple torso, "ugh, maybe I'm not eating enough." The idea seemed ludicrous to any impartial observer. Rotund with excess flesh was Power Girl, her once chiseled belly was now so big it hung over her loins in an apron of fat. It was becoming unmanageably big for her frame, making her avoid any sort of skirt or actual pants and go to work in a tent like sweater and leggings. Her limbs were weak, chubby and stubby, she'd tried to curl a ten pound weight the other day and immediately cramped up while she hadn't taken the stairs since losing her powers. And Karen's breasts of course, were each bigger than her head, immense J cups bigger than any woman's she'd ever seen. But Karen had been about this weight for six weeks...ignoring the twenty pounds she'd gained since then. But compared to her stratospheric level of gaining previously, less than half a pound a day was astoundingly low. However, the former Power Girl's weight stabilization was more to do with her feeling too nauseous to eat before 10 am and strangely getting full quite easy, like her stomach capacity was falling. She also couldn't stomach grease or too much sugar anymore, pointing to some sort of serious issue. "Ugh, what the hell is wrong with me...beyond everything wrong with me," the sickly super moaned, rubbing her gurgling stomach. Karen was so used to feeling nothing but squishy flab on her body that she'd forgotten what her abs had felt like. But her lower abdomen, while still plenty squishy, was feeling strangely stiff. Beneath the fat, she felt a significant bloat that resisted the press of her fingers. "Ugh, don't tell me I've got a cyst...or worse," the depowered Kryptonian moaned as the elevator doors opened up to the executive office. Her rather well fed staff were in an uproar, waddling back and forth, double chins wagging as they talked into phones. Looking carefully it struck Karen just how heavy her employees were. None of the women seemed to notice the gaping buttons on their shirts until they popped or the stretching seams on their skirts until they ripped, her office was a veritable chorus of clothing destruction. Despite the uproar none of them paid her much attention, which made sense as Karen had gone from hands on boss to veritable non entity since the total loss of her powers. More worrying was that there were also cops taking statements. She'd given up control of her company to Quinn, based on how horny the orgasms from the ex-super crooks put downs made her. Her inner voice screamed at herself to take it all back, to stop her company from being used to fatten up the world even further but...Karen didn't feel like that sort of person anymore. Starr hadn't done anything at the company that bore her name beyond eat its new products and nap the last few weeks, letting Harley or Atlee handle everything. Karen waddled in, almost bumping into Atlee. "Hey, what's going on? It looks like 1929 in here," the obese CEO asked, shaking her head at the proffered coffee and danish from her very husky friend. The 5'7 and 280 Atlee was certainly a big girl, but she was carrying the weight a lot better than the now shorter and 40lbs heavier Power Girl thanks to her height and youth. Atlee was only gaining ten pounds a month thanks to being on her feet doing so much of what should be Karen's job and was even taking up some heroing slack thanks to still having powers. She was clearly disappointed that Karen didn't take the food though. "Its not that bad but we had some sort of break in last night," Atlee told her, "you okay? You're a latee-holic and chocoholic and you're saying no to coffee and donuts?" "Coffee has just been tasting really bitter to me lately and donuts are too sweet, but the break in, shit. Why did we have a break in?" Karen asked, heart beating faster in fear, "Oh my god was...was anything stolen?" Back when she was mighty, Power Girl had loved a fight. But the cowardly Karen now quivered in fear of possible confrontation. "Well...yes and no. There was a data hack, nothing too sensitive," Atlee winked, meaning Karen's identity was safe, "but the SS Demeter was hijacked. All of our security systems were disabled and your office was... "The...what was what?" the lazy CEO asked as the two waddled into the office, passing a very angry and only 250lb Vice President Harley Quinn demanding the police find the criminal who'd done this. "The SS Demeter one of the company's fleet of automated, solar powered cargo ships? The one hauling our first shipments of food to South America?" Atlee explained, looking at Karen like she was nuts, "You signed off on it weeks ago, it was scratch built using some Kryptonian tech you had stored up?" Karen could only blink, "Sorry I'm um...I gotta admit I've been really foggy since losing you know...so how fucked are we?" "Well the ship disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle of all things," the chunky Atlee said, opening the door and stepping aside for her very wide boss, Karen's love handles scraping the sides, "but it and its cargo was insured, so its basically just a delay of profit for the baked goods." "Okay, whew. That's good, I didn't think I could manage losing my company on top of everything else," Karen moaned, "I need to crash in my office." "We can't go to your office, its a crime scene," Atlee explained, "we'll go crash in mine instead." "Okay...wait...you have an office?" she asked her assistant, "and they broke into my office?" "Since you made me assistant Vice President to Quinzell. She's nuts but very efficient," Atlee told her, unlocking her own plushly appointed office, "as for yours, forensics says that's where the hack was. It was pretty easy to tell because someone spray painted, "Why won't you fight me, Bitch?" onto the wall," the heavy set brunette told her. "Ugh, so someone who knows who I was. Hopefully they don't come back," the ex Power Girl moaned, crashing onto a couch in Atlee's office that gave a groan, "I've got to thank you Atlee for all the help, I've just been lost lately." Atlee looked her old mentor up and down, not that hard thanks to the now petite woman's short height and had to frown. Seeing the cocksure and flawlessly muscled glutton get her chunky come uppins as her muscle went soft and her figure went to seed was pretty fun. But Karen was one of her best friends though and she didn't look that good...well beyond how cute her being a butter ball was. Her face had a greenish tint under slight age lines, her boobs and belly looked positively swollen instead of the floppy fatness Atlee was used to seeing and her ankles were looking unhealthily red and puffy. "I know that you're not really the right species," Atlee said to her, "but do you think you should go to the doctor?" Karen winced, "They'll just tell me I'm fat probably...and be right. Rao but I let myself go, ugh I had it all...at least I've got a chance of getting it kind of back." "You do?" Atlee asked, black eyebrow raised. "Yeah, okay, this doesn't leave this office alright but...well," Karen said nervously, "I've kinda been dating Wonder Woman..." A look of jealous fury crossed Atlee's face, "You've been...what?" "I know, we never got along when I was thinner but ever since I started gaining its...she's been nice. She's sweet and lovey dovey, we have big dinners and go on walks in the woods where she gets birds to sing to me and then we make smores. Real disney princess shit,," Karen said, pulling her pumping kit from her purse, "and well, it looks good on her but she's kind of a big girl now and this is really crazy but she's terrified of her Mom calling her fat. So we're doing this um, well its a very erotic ritual together that's supposed to get her pregnant. Because if she's pregnant then the weight restraints are off, as much sense as that makes. And if it does, then I get honorary Amazon powers which are almost as good as mine." Atlee was so angry she could barely speak. Karen was her little project, hers to fatten up. Not some annoyingly perfect Amazons, hers hers hers! A small earth quake made the building shake thanks to the geomancer's rage, almost knocking Karen off the couch before the swaying stopped. "Did you feel that?" the cowardly Karen gulped. "Umm...just a 1.0, probably from fracking," Atlee said. Karen shook her own head, "Yesh, I can't wait to get super powers again. I don't know how regular people go without it. But yeah, Diana has to get preggo first and although we've been going at it for a few months she's still getting negative tests. I can't say I mind the process though. But right now I've got to pump..." Atlee's fury faded as her brain put Karen's swollen tatas and the weird device in her hand together, "Hold on, pump?" Karen blushed, "I'm on some hormones to uh, try and deal with me shrinking..." The lie didn't roll that easy off the tongue, but it was easier than explaining that she was willingly going along with Harley's plan to ruin her tits. Karen couldn't explain that to herself even and was seriously thinking of seeing a therapist to get her messed up head on straight, provided they didn't send her to the loony bin for claiming to be an ex super. How she was going to explain the milking to Diana this weekend was going to be hard, given how much the Amazon loved motorboating her. "and they're making me well, leak...," Power Girl blushed. Atlee's eyebrow rose up, fury fading before curiosity. "And you've been nauseated lately, right?" the geomancer asked, "and you said things are tasting differently..." "Yeah I have no idea what's wrong with me, but unless you want to see how veiny my tits are getting could you um, at least turn around? I'm going to gush if I don't pump," Karen asked. Atlee ignored the request, putting her hand onto Karen's stomach. Pressing against the fat, she could feel a firm, bloated swelling beneath it. She looked down at Karen's swollen ankles, then at her immense boobs and how her face, now that the nausea was fading, was getting a glow to it that had been vacant since her powers quit. "Peej, I think you're preggers," Atlee said, not moving her hand. Karen snorted, "Atlee that's crazy, there's no way I could be pregnant." "Weren't you and Diana doing something to get her pregnant? What if it backfired?" Atlee asked, "I mean its magic, who knows how it works. Its not a science like being a geomancer from beneath the earth or being a sun powered alien." "Well uh...there's no way that I uh...," Karen tried to deny, mouth going dry as her symptoms began making sense, "well first I'm way too old..." Then both of them felt a very clear kick against Atlee's hand. "Oh fuck me," Karen gulped. >_< 0_0, xXWWhiteXx, Cyril Figgis and 3 others 3 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 24, 2020 Author Share Posted November 24, 2020 9 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said: Shiva could be a god? 🤔 who saw that coming? She should totally NOT go for it 🤨 she’s an evil, sadistic wench — an angry god! But I reckon Circe is up to her old tricks 😏 I read that Odyssey book a couple times. Shiva must beware all the food Circe touches! Actually, she might wanna avoid all the food being made by Poison Ivy and Harley too. I think I remember something about a food scheme In the comics, Shiva had a cult worshipping how well she killed people...until she killed most of them out of boredom. And circe of course is serving Circe... >_< 0_0 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scl04 Posted November 24, 2020 Share Posted November 24, 2020 This "chapter" is great so far, now that Circe will get herself involved I wonder what will happen in the future but what's for sure is that it'll be "problematic" much to her amusement...and of course I also wonder if she'll begin to chub up as well like she did in your other story 😁 Batman76 and >_< 0_0 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted November 24, 2020 Author Share Posted November 24, 2020 17 minutes ago, scl04 said: This "chapter" is great so far, now that Circe will get herself involved I wonder what will happen in the future but what's for sure is that it'll be "problematic" much to her amusement...and of course I also wonder if she'll begin to chub up as well like she did in your other story 😁 Thanks for the commenting. Oh yes, the gaining is going to be a big problem for a certain island of warrior women totally unused to dealing with processed food.... >_< 0_0 and scl04 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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