DC Universe Overweight

[xandercroft]

Omg I really love the starfire chapters. Also is the song Donna is thinking about from Mulan?  

[Cyril Figgis]

3 hours ago, Batman76 said:

One rough draft of this was more similar to capes and cuisines, that of a rookie super villain with the power to make women gain weight, hired to take out the female super heroes. They'd have worked their way from street level to cosmic, with a *boss* character at the end of each arc/tier, but I couldn't find a good way to make it flow at all.

Ooh...sort of like what happened with The Human Flame.  I would love to see something like that.

As for the chapter, that was some sweet, kinky fun--and I didn't mention it before, but I am so glad you've been referencing Snowflame.

[Batman76]

36 minutes ago, xandercroft said:

Omg I really love the starfire chapters. Also is the song Donna is thinking about from Mulan?  

Karate kid

[xandercroft]

Karate kid....in a distant way, I was close. 

[Batman76]

Whew, last bit of this particular arc. Lots of sex, some mild brainwashing and a proposal. Next time will be back to the main plot so to speak and then to wayne manor after that:

 

Donna cared about her found family a lot.

 

The Titans were literally her everything, the only real family she’d ever known with everything before it a sort of dream world. They’d helped her identify herself as a unique person, let her build a role in the world and a home. She expected things to go on in basically the same fashion, living in the Tower and training younger Titans for the rest of her immortal life.

 

She really hadn’t expected romance to blossom between her and someone else on the team. And would have expected it to begin with a glance here or there, not with day one being three orgasms and day two...

 

“The faster, faster, faster, harder harder harder, yes!!!” Kori screamed in front of her, voice rising to window cracking pitch over the clap of her now big ass against Donna’s new paunch, “the more, the more, the more!!!!”

 

...being wearing a vibrating strap on, while humping the ever living fuck into Kori’s sopping wet pussy in a beach bungalow while her barely alive friend Dick watched from what might be his death bed.

 

“Korri, Korri I don’t know *gasp* if I can go any harder or faster,” the Amazon gasped, wishing she had a free hand to wipe the sweat pouring off of her face instead of hauling back on the two lengths of Starfire’s crimson mane like the reins of a horse.

 

“You can, you can, you can, do it, do it harder harder harder!” Kori encouraged her.

 

The brunette woman’s body was exhausted, pushed harder than any fight for years. Aside from the sweat, she had a stitch in her side from exertion and was desperately damn sore, particularly across her hips. Part of it was over an hour of desperate, panicked grappling with her friend that had wrecked the interior of this cabin, breaking beds, chairs and cabinets, Kori’s exuberant carnality pushing Donna to her very edge. The Amazon wasn’t super into it so far, ripped she might be but she was quite frankly a sub who was only helping out. Yes Korri was hot as hell and Donna’s clit and pussy were getting some good stimulation from the harness but she didn’t feel like she could go from this frantic humping. And part of it was Donna realizing that her stamina was starting to slip, even if just a hair.

 

Strangely, the Amazon felt herself getting more aroused thinking of that...

 

“Donna, Donna you can do it, you can do it,” Kori cried in pleasure,hands pressed to her breasts to keep the mammoth knockers from hitting her face.

 

“No, Kori I *gasp* can’t,” the sweating Amazon groaned and kept humping, side screaming more than her many stab wounds, wondering why the alien hadn’t fucking gone yet after an hour of this.

 

What was this feeling? Donna’s breath was catching in her chest, her muscles were complaining of the effort and the bounciness of her growing breasts were getting to her. With every hump the paunch the Amazon was growing slapped across the broadening shelf of Kori’s booty and her hips were starting to cramp.

 

Was she...was she at her limit?

 

“Why, oh yes, yes yes, why Donna?,” the red head groaned, “tell me?”

 

The Amazon struggled to find the requisite oxygen as she humped, “I’m just *wheeze* getting….getting so tired Kori…”

 

“But, yes, yes keep going,” the alien woman said, one hand on her breast and one hand on her clit, “why are you so the tired? Oh x’hal, oh my goddess yes keep humping, you’re so fit, this shouldn’t make you tired…”

 

“I”m just, its just I”m,” Donna said, feeling spasms of pleasure shoot through her.

 

“Right there, right there,” Kori screamed, the alien right on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm, “What’s wrong Donna? You’re so the strong and fit, with such hard muscles. You have such hard abs…”

 

“I don’t, I don’t,” the Amazon began, eyes crossing, “not anymore, I’m...Aphrodite, Aphrodite and Hera I’m getting so close…I’m getting…”

 

“Say it, yes, yes, keep humping and say it!” Kori, tongue reaching out to lick her nipple while the freed hand pushed reached back to squeeze the belly Donna had grown, “admit it, Donna!”

 

“FAT!” the plush Amazon screamed orgasming finally firing and muscles going haywire just as she admitted it.

 

Starfire loosed her own scream at the same time, coming hard and fast, knocking Donna onto her back and falling onto her. That drove the air out of the Amazon’s chest but didn’t stop her screaming pleasure, waves of joy bouncing through her body and soul. Partly from the release but partly from the horrible, horrible and yet joyous realization:

 

The Amazon was losing her figure. Getting out of shape. Stacking pounds. Softening up. Not just bulking up or increasing in muscle size but instead, she was truly, absolutely and positively….getting fat. 

 

And after years of only growing stronger, faster and better that realization was just so...delicious. An anti-thesis to her body builder physique, a rejection of her Amazon upbringing, a change from admiration to mockery. It was everything she’d spent so much effort being against and yet...it felt so good.

 

After a few minutes of galloping, floor cracking orgasm finally ended, the two friends lay gasping for a moment. Donna considered that as she lay panting on the floor, feeling her belly and fuller breasts rise and fall above her, her chunkier ass spread beneath her. The Amazon’s muscular core remained unchanged inside the layer of fat, stronger even, but the realization that she enjoyed the increased sloppiness, the titters and giggles as her flawless physique went to **. 

 

“Ugh, I need to be careful with this,” the chunky but strong woman groaned as Star slid off the impaling dildo, “I need to stay strong and not let myself go too badly…”

 

Starfire slid on an absolutely tiny white robe, one that didn’t cover her cooch and barely fastened around her starter tummy. The alien’s boobs were pretty much hanging out but that was enough decorum for the model to step outside and say something to someone. The other ultra strong woman walked back into the room, carrying a cart loaded with quarts of ice cream already softened by the sun.

 

“Put your swimsuit back on,” Koriand’r told her, not even breathing hard anymore, “I want to funnel feed you this while the humping you. I bet I can pop your swimsuit before you come.”

 

Donna pushed herself to her feet, fumbling around in the wreckage for her swimsuit.

 

“Kori, you know I’ll admit to getting a little plump but there’s no way I can eat that much ice cream without exploding, even tough as I am,” the Amazon said, sliding the swimsuit up her thighs, belly pooling into rolls.

 

Kori giggled at her, pulling out a pair of fuzzy cuffs, “Of course not silly, half is for me after you go. Now hand me your arms…”

 

“If I let you bind me, you know my powers won’t work, right?” Donna said, pushing her hands over anyway.

 

“Of course I do, won’t that be more fun?” the super model laughed, clicking the cuffs into place around Donna’s wrists.

 

Bound as she was, the Amazon felt her massive strength start to fade. Second by second her power failed, from moving mountains and flight to shoving battle ships and gliding to just being a strong if somewhat chubby young woman. It had happened to her a couple times but now...ohhh she was getting wet again already.

 

“Now kneel my chubby slave,” Koriand’r said commandingly, getting the funnel ready.

 

The currently depowered Donna did as bid, risking a look over at the unconscious Grayson, the brutalized man having slept through their whole hour of raucous sex without stirring.

 

“You know, I’m kind of sad for Dick missing this. Starfire and Wonder Girl having feederism sex in front of him must be pretty hot,” Donna said, “he took the news of you getting fat well then?”

 

“Of course he did, why wouldn’t he?” Korri said, “I’m just the happy you’re enjoying it.”

 

Donna blushed while her friend got the ice cream melted, “Its a bit of a surprise but well, I always liked the freedom of bulking and my whole culture is based around kinky dominance and submission anyway.  I’ll let it stop before it gets in the way of being a heroine. Anyway, I’m sure that no one will mistake me for Wonder Woman now that I’m chubby and she’s still skinny.”

 

Koriand’r snorted at that, suppressing laughter, “Oh, you haven’t seen the internet video of Wonder Woman?”

 

The Amazon’s brown eyes stared at her friend, eye brow popping up, “I can’t say that I have…”

 

“Well, let’s just say that you have some catching up to do…,” Korri laughed, putting the tube into Donna’s mouth and letting the ice cream flow.

 

…..

 

A thigh gap you could drive a train through. 

 

A jawline sharp enough to use as a chisel.

The tightest, pertest little butt imaginable.

 

A waist you could put your hands around.

 

And a cocky smile that screamed how its owner knew they had the ultimate skinny girl physique. 

 

Were very much not the features the porky psychic known as Raven Roth possessed. And really hadn’t been for a several years, especially not the day after eating sixty cupcakes and needing to use a substantial amount of magic to not explode. The very, very bloated goth hovered over the hard wood of the main living room, one hand massaging her still sore stomach and the other clutching a printed out photo affixed to a voodoo doll.

 

“Okay, so technically this is black magic but its not like laws against that exist anymore,” Raven said to herself, telekinetically lowering the voodoo doll down to the pentagram she’d painted on the floor, “and as I’ve got an evil nature I’m technically probably going to go to hell anyway. And as a super hero, me having a super fit body that still looks 18 at almost 30 is a greater good than Emma Watson having it as an actress. So a little bitty satanic pact and boom, skinny Raven again and hey, maybe no one will notice Hermione is fat now…”

 

She lowered herself to a cross legged position for the ritual, finding it wasn’t as easy as she remembered. Raven had been snacking rather than meditating for a few years and she hadn’t worked out since turning twenty. Getting her very weak, very stiff legs bent over each other was an exercise in frustration that made the porky psychic more determined than ever to get her tiny body back, even at the cost of someone else. Just as she was getting her ankles almost to her thighs, the door bell on the apartment rang, shooting annoyance through Raven’s puffy features.

 

“Damn it, I did this while Starfire and Kori were off on their sex trip that I so carefully set up for a reason” she growled, hovering back up and tugging at how her growing butt had pulled at her very tight shorts, “how am I supposed to swap weights with an A list actress if people interrupt me all the time?”

 

The anti-social yet social seeking woman hovered over to the intercom, flicking it on to see the green face of her annoying off again, on again boyfriend, Beast Boy. Very rarely known by his real name of Garfield.

 

“What the hell do you want?” she grumbled, “I told you I never wanted to talk to you again, remember?”

 

Their last breakup had come after the annoying shape changing musician had made several harsh, unrealistic and unreasonable demands. Saying things like “Raven, I’m concerned about you babe” or “You seem really winded after those stairs” or “Rae-rae, I think you have a serious problem with physically neglecting yourself and it worries me.” Fucking disrespectful loser.

 

“Hey Rae-Rae baby, don’t be so mean momma,” the overly smooth and still boyish young man said, “I was gonna place a za order and rent a flick. Starfire text me and said to check on ya, make sure you weren’t doing any weird hoodoo to the Harry Potter chick.”

 

Raven growled in annoyance. It was no body’s business but her own who she hexed or cursed, if it wasn’t for this interruption she’d be skinny and lean again! And also well, she’d been hungrier than ever since gorging herself the night before and after all that sweet stuff had been hankering for something savory. And although her current body had stretch marks on its thunder thighs, baby birthin hips and a far too big a butt to go with its droopy boobs and flabby belly, it and its massive stomach capacity would be far more ideal to gorge on pizza and watch tv than a holly wood a-lister’s delicate frame.

 

“One second,” Raven said to him, “close your eyes and count to ten.”

 

“Whoa momma, sounds kinky as all get out,” the green shape changing grinned in the camera, while on the other side of the door, Raven began casting a spell.

 

“Azarath, Metreon, Zinthos!” the Goth sorceress hissed, eyes temporarily turning red and multiplying as  black psychic power leaking out under the door and taking on her facial shape, hypnotizing beast boy in place.

 

“Whoa, spooky sexy,” the fascinated Beast boy exclaimed.

 

“When I say “wake up”, you’ll do so with a fat fetish,” Raven told him.

 

…..

 

Dick Grayson woke up with a start and immediately regretted it.

 

He’d been through plenty of fights and had his share of scars to prove it but somehow it felt like every muscle had been pulled at once. His balls were throbbing, his tongue felt strained, his back felt dislocated and his hips felt ready to crack. The ultra fit acrobat slowly pushed himself out of bed, feeling a hundred years old.

 

“I’ll need to ask Jason if this is what getting crow barred to death felt like like,” Night Wing groaned to himself, remembering the hours and hours of sex he’d had with his girlfriend and then starring at the destroyed cabin, “I guess Donna came. Haha, oww fuck…okay that hurts more than I thought. Still weird to think of her and Kori getting it on, okay kinky more than weird, but still they’re like sisters…”

 

Thinking about Donna and Kori made him think about Kori, which made the strange mental pressure that had woken him up at the drug running bunker return. It was the same hypnotic force that had made him get captured intentionally, call Kori to start with and also spend three months of his police detective salary and a week of his Wayne ward salary on something he needed to get out of his suit. This was of course, a hypnotic spell cast by Raven but between the sex pain inflicted by his girlfriend and overwhelming care for said girlfriend Dick didn’t notice.

 

Holding his pained ribs, he padded naked around the rubble towards his costume. The black and blue kevlar and titanium body suit had been ripped to shreds, looking more like an old sock torn to pieces by an enthusiastic kitten than a million dollar set of armor. Although given Star’s ancestry that wasn’t that far of a stretch honestly, she’d ripped him out of that suit like he was made of chocolate.

 

“The chance of Kori killing me during sex was always a nice spice, but I never realized it would be so literally threatening. Kinda makes it better,” the acrobat mused to himself, pulling the ring box from his utility belt.

 

He followed the trail of destruction through the back door to the beach. 

 

Grayson found Donna collapsed in a hammock, snoring fitfully with ice cream around her lips. The Amazon looked exhausted...and surprisingly thick. Maybe even chunky, her chiseled midsection turned into a stuffed, gravid looking beer gut and her thighs fluffing up. She even really had tits for the first time since Dick could remember. It was somewhat shocking to see one of the fittest people he knew getting chubby out of the blue, but it was a weird day.

 

“Want a three some with her the later?” Starfire cooed from behind him, ‘she needed a nap and I needed a swim after the tenth one. Neither of us are in as good of the shape as we used to be.”

 

Dick turned to see his girlfriend walking out of the water, setting sun framing her from behind wearing a white cut off t-shirt and a purple thong. Her nipples popped through the thin fabric and she was putting such a sashay into her hips that it made his sore member start to rise again. The little jiggle it was putting in her new love handles and starter belly brought it to full staff. He couldn’t be certain, but the tall woman just looked slightly bigger than from when he’d passed out after the last blowjob.

 

“Dick, this is a public beach,” Korri teased as he stared silently at her, strutting up, “do you want to do the 69 on it anyway?”

 

Blinking at his exhibitionist girlfriend’s question, Dick took her hand, “about that Kori, you’re absolutely amazing, utterly brilliant, completely brave, sweeter than honey and totally gorgeous…”

 

“I know, but go the on,” the alien model smiled.

 

“I know you’ll great with the extra weight, but before you out grow the band size,” Dick said, near gasping as he went down on one knee and opened the box, “do you want to get married?”

[xandercroft]

Awww hot and wholesome!  FYI there are some excellent porn comics of the teen titans pairings (all 18 of course) in thee internet’s albeit less curvy. 

[Cyril Figgis]

I would ask 'who would have pegged Donna as a sub', but then I remember that DC's Amazons have a long history of bondage.  Great way to wrap up this arc, and nice cameo from Beast Boy!

[Batman76]

I wanted to make this weight gain porno parody as wholesome as possible, so I appreciate the intent was noted.

And yeah, I wanted to have Starfire as the kinky dom when it came to other women gaining weight, with her in the clearly controlling position even if she's the one being fucked per se, pushing Donna into getting off on her own declining fitness.

Will probably go back to the Titans *relatively* soon, have some ideas with Donna continuing down the strong fat track (but with greatly declining endurance) and then the fat spreading to wonder girl cassie and Ms. martian. First I need to have the damn photo shoot idea finally, the food spreading, a slimming down Harley putting Ivy on a diet and trying to get her to move, get back to gotham to show Catwoman attempting to milf it up, how batgirl is reacting to the spreading fat girl epidemic and finally getting the idea that something is off, PG dealing with being a depowered fatty and getting off on so, Wonder Woman being a plus size heroine and her pregnancy scheme backfiring, the too big for superman job of keeping a horny, gluttonous Lois Lane under 300 lbs, probably toss in what's going on with super girl, touch in on Lady Shiva tormenting obese Talia and then some other female villains.

 

Oh and figure out a way to get the 40-50 pages of the last chapters uploaded to Deviant art without spending two hours hitting enter in their shitty browser.

[Cyril Figgis]

All I can say is Godspeed, Batman76. You're doing a bang-up job so far, and I can't wait to see where things spiral from here.

[>_< 0_0]

I loved this arc so much. Raven creating a master plan to curse Emma Watson of all people was mind-blowing. Like, how did I not catch that her plan to get everyone out of the house had ill intent? And THEN Beast-Boy — who sounds like Johnny Bravo for some reason — shows up because Starfire knows Raven so well that she knew exactly what she was planning and sent him to thwart her 🤣😭

[flyer33]

Wow, this has been a Beast of a chapter! Starfire et al are so real, at the same time as being soo horny! Good stuff.

[scl04]

Well this "arc" with the Teen Titans has been a blast, I just really liked the characterizations, the dialogue, the situations that they went through, the weight related stuff was my cup of tea...I'm really looking forward for what is to come for them alongside the rest of the parties in this story.

[Batman76]

On 9/17/2020 at 11:19 AM, Cyril Figgis said:

All I can say is Godspeed, Batman76. You're doing a bang-up job so far, and I can't wait to see where things spiral from here.

Always wider and wider.

On 9/17/2020 at 11:39 AM, >_< 0_0 said:

I loved this arc so much. Raven creating a master plan to curse Emma Watson of all people was mind-blowing. Like, how did I not catch that her plan to get everyone out of the house had ill intent? And THEN Beast-Boy — who sounds like Johnny Bravo for some reason — shows up because Starfire knows Raven so well that she knew exactly what she was planning and sent him to thwart her 🤣😭

yeah, I needed to show raven being manipulative and then Kori out manipulating her. I probably went too much on Beast boy's use of slang though. I wanted to get some form of emma watson in a story but literally can't imagine her actually gaining a pound.

On 9/17/2020 at 6:08 PM, flyer33 said:

Wow, this has been a Beast of a chapter! Starfire et al are so real, at the same time as being soo horny! Good stuff.

Chapters with a lot of interaction are the best to write, even if they are longer.

 

On 9/18/2020 at 4:01 PM, scl04 said:

Well this "arc" with the Teen Titans has been a blast, I just really liked the characterizations, the dialogue, the situations that they went through, the weight related stuff was my cup of tea...I'm really looking forward for what is to come for them alongside the rest of the parties in this story.

Thanks! I wanted to add more superheroic stuff into a chapter, its been a while since some genuine crime fighting. I think i'm going to try and have some of it in most chapters.

 

Not this one though, this one is all cheese cake. these fifteen or so pages will go here first, then once the chapter is fully done a pdf on deviant.

Chapter 31: The Camera adds 10 pounds, pt 1

“Ready to fuck tonight?” popped onto the screen of Karen’s phone with a loud ding,the lean, angular and outdated face of Wonder Woman appearing on the screen.

 

Despite being disturbed from a heavy breakfast’ third course, a smile immediately formed on the tech CEO’s face, briefly highlighting the new laugh line creasing her once smooth skin. The Kryptonian’s heart beat a little bit faster she reached for the smart phone and not just from the effort of hauling her well over 300lb bulk up from a reclined position. Her back groaned from moving herself around  and her belly slid out from under her too tight t-shirt, a pale tidal wave of dough splitting into multiple rolls as it hit the thick columns of her thighs. More pain spiked from her overloaded upper back as truly monstrous and badly swollen J cup breasts pressed into her bra and then into the titanic belly, gravity tugging mercilessly at the sloppy tits.

 

But the currently depowered heroine smiled immediately on picking up the phone, the indignities that came with being a morbidly obese, powerless 39 year old immediately forgotten.

 

“You bet I am! Lol,” Karen’s pudgy fingers typed quickly, the fastest thing she could do anymore, “Is weird to hear you say the F word though.”

 

A return ding came quick, “I’m trying to keep up with the under three thousands. When should I pick  you up?”

 

“How about 3pm, I’ve got a light work load today,” Karen responded, slightly more slowly as she’d started back in on the pile of buttery, syrup covered waffles resting on her chair arm, “want to eat before hand? I am starving today!”

 

Back in the day, when Karen Starr had been Power Girl, when she’d been a tall, super powered photoshop perfect 101/10, she’d had plenty of little flings that had meant little and provided nothing but short term pleasure. She considered it strange that now, sliding into middle age, dropping a foot in height and piling on a hundred and fifty pounds, she was suddenly head over heels in love.

 

But she was also hungrier than ever.

 

“Errr, maybe just a salad,” Diana texted back, “my weight loss isn’t going very well…”

 

Karen looked at the lean and slim face on her phone. When she’d been making out with that face the weekend before, it had had puffy apple cheeks and the cutest three chins. Really, she needed to change Diana’s pic but the Brunette was very hesitant about being photographed while being so heavy.

 

“Di, you look great!!!,” Karen texted back, “And by great, I mean my panties are getting wet! Your ass doesn’t quit girl!”

 

Back in her fitter days, Power Girl had preferred her bedmates be as strong and fit as possible. The better to contrast how much she still over powered them, because she was a sexy, all powerful goddess. But now that she was a statistic in the obesity epidemic, the Kryptonian found her new girlfriend’s engorged body sexy as hell. Those huge hips, those buttery thighs, that cute not so little belly all made for a much more cuddly Wonder Woman. Now that Karen needed plenty of rest and had a more limited range of movement, she preferred comfort in her partner.

 

“Ha, thanks :), but that’s the problem :/. Karen I’m huge, I weighed myself today and I’m over 300 lbs!”  the phone responded, “I did some light duties today, typical small robberies and minor crime. One of the crooks laughed at me.”

 

Karen looked down at what of her corpulent form she could see past her gigantic boobs. Massive cleavage or not, the blonde knew she had thirty pounds on her girlfriend, who had a foot in height on the shrunken Power Girl. And functioning powers.

 

“Yeah...must be hard being so big,” Karen responded with an eye roll emoji, sniffing back a tear at the inadvertent reminder of her spiralling weight problem.

 

She poked the deep cushion of fat that had been a chiseled six pack, finger sinking down, down down. Karen tried to remember what being strong and fast and fit felt like and could only have a vague impression…her dampness immediately increased. She’d been brought so low, made so fat...

 

“It ...oh Gods Karen, I’m such an ass!” Diana responded frantically,  “Zeus strike me down if I’m ever such a butt again. I’ve never thought for a moment that you’re anything but absolutely positively ravishingly gorgeous. You’re a living goddess of beauty, your rubenesque curves making you an icon of fertility and pleasure. The bounce of your belly against the top of my head when I kiss your womanly flower is the perfect caress, the taste of your breasts inside my mouth is nirvana and the jiggle that runs from your cute toes up your plump legs to that fantastic fourth chin is about to make me come!”

 

Fuck….four chins? That was so damn hot....

 

“Oh God, you’ve gotta stop babe. I’m gonna go just from you talking,” Karen said back, “somehow the extra weight feels great when you’re touching it.”

 

“Ha, don’t want that yet,” Diana texted her, “I want to go with you as many times as you can take! Lets go for three!”

 

“ The mind and body are willing, the muscle cramps and lung capacity might have to be consulted,” the monstrously obese blonde laughed.

 

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve managed some Amazonian battle potions that might help for a bit,” Diana told her, “have you had time to tan?”

 

Karen winced at the reminder of the lie. Tanning might refill her collapsed ability set a bit, but the former power house knew the psychological block and whatever strange effect the red kryptonite she’d been exposed to months ago were greater problems. But if she told Diana that, her new girlfriend would try and help her, which would run right into the orders she’d gotten from Harley…

 

“Not yet, swamped at work and too fat and weak to make time. Paradox, I know,” the blonde technically not lied, feeling miserable in doing so.

 

“Maybe this weekend?” Diana said.

 

“I don’t have a bikini that fits :/,” Karen answered her, “I’m not sure if I can get one easily. Stores are running out of my size…”

 

Power Girl had always had problems finding clothes, due to being over six feet tall, incredibly ripped and massively busty. Now she was having the inverse, due to being short, grossly overweight and having more tit than she could handle.

 

“Who needs clothes?” Diana responded with a kiss emoji, “my house is set back from the road with lots of woods. We won’t be wearing them much any way.”

 

“Ha, I thought you weren’t trying to make me horny? ;),” Karen texted back, only for a harsh Gotham accent to call on her from the kitchen.

 

“Well, I’m trying to get you to impregnate me,” Diana texted back, “so let’s hope it works…”

 

“Hey titan tits, I don’t hear enough eaten in there, you texting to your little girlfriend instead of eaten and I’m grounding ya!” Quinn snapped from the kitchen over the sound of sizzling batter.

 

“I’m sorry Harley, I’ll eat faster,” Karen said without even an ounce of resistance as she tore into the pancake stack, shovelling it into her mouth.

 

Part of Karen was deeply ashamed that she was taking orders from a powerless clown like Quinn. She was Power Girl, she could wipe the floor with all of the rogues from Gotham, much less some two bit sloppy second to both the Joker and Poison Ivy, not live in terror of her bullying blonde dom. But her total fall from grace into helplessness was making her so damn wet. Right now, she was so over full, so out of shape and so powerless that even Harley, more than twice her old skinny weight, could kick her ass with one arm tied behind her back.

 

“Good fatty,” Harley said waddling into the room wearing just a kiss the cook apron and smiling to see that her captive/girlfriend/sub had just polished off her third stack of pancakes, “nice to see that you haven’t forgotten you’re nothing but lard just cause you’re getting laid. Never would have thought Wonder Woman would be after super fat 40 year olds but hey, I like em mature and massive too.”

 

“Thank you Harley,” Karen said at the insult, tingling and raging at its accuracy and her reaction.

 

When this sick relationship had began, Harley had been a grossly obese lardass, unrecognizable from her old award winning gymnast self. Now the ex-psychiatrist was still a grossly obese lardass, but a drastic change had come over her. In a few weeks Harley had dropped a sixth of her body weight, neck re-emerging from beneath its chin swaddling and her calves becoming distinct from her thighs once more. The clown princess of crime walked with purpose now, she still had a waddle but her muscle had fully come back beneath the fat and she didn’t even pant anymore.

 

“Glad to be appreciated, and be sure to keep smiling like that. Your face is starting to get some creases in it, those crows feet are bigger every day. I know they say fat don’t crack, but girl, you’re proving em wrong,” Harley teased the aging Karen, “but really though, you two are so damn cute together. Now open your mouth for your daily butter stick you pathetic pile of cellulite.”

 

Harley reached into the butter box on the table, only to find that her fingers touched empty pasteboard. The four sticks of butter that had started out there were empty, Quinn’s new habit of dunking them in brown sugar and eating them raw having diminished them immensely. Despite that her clothes were falling off of her, Harley dropping four or five pounds every day no matter what she ate.

 

“Well, I am working myself to the bone taking care of Karen and my other projects,” the slimming clown said, “its making me drop weight like Batman loses Robins, good thing my breasts seem to be swelling in relation to that…”

 

Quinn glanced at the ceiling, subtly tilting a full container of maple syrup towards Karen while making her B-cups bounce. If an omniscient narrator had been watching, he’d have gotten the hint that Harley was suggesting feeding Power Girl an entire bottle of syrup in exchange for Quinn getting better boobs. This was preposterous of course and if a narrator was watching, probably a good thing to try...

 

“Open your mouth and tilt your head back fatty pants,” Harley grinned, grinning bigger when the once dominant heroine obeyed without so much as a complaint, ‘“if I can’t push you a little closer towards hypertension, then how about diabetes?”

 

Down went the syrup, Karen trying desperately not to gag as the entire bottle of sugar filled her mouth. Quinn watched with glee, not letting one drop spill until the bottle was empty and the former power house burped. The fatter blonde groaned, body shaking from so much sugar in its system at once. The apron’s fabric sighed as Harley’s somewhat sloppy fat girl b-cups swelled up, doubling in size and perking up into perfect tear drop DDs.

 

“Oh yeah, those are the good ones, slim and stacked, here I come!” Harley giggled at her enhanced bust, before looking down at her cash cow who was slumped sweating in her seat, “Oh jeeze. Peej, please don’t be dead! This ain’t that kinda story, no health stuff that can’t be fixed with magic donuts or nanites or something!”

 

The woman once known as Power Girl moaned, before giving another enormous belch.

 

“I’m...ugh...I need...a nap,” the super obese CEO whined, “I don’t think I can *BURP* get into work...”

 

“Jeeze louise Peej, I’m glad ya ain’t dead but really, you gotta get in shape. You look like shit,” the relieved Quinn said, “your belly is so big your thighs can’t close, your cheeks are so chubby your eyes can’t open all the way and them saggy tits of yours are...leaking?”

 

Although the sugar coma Karen couldn’t even move her head, Harley’s bespectacled baby blues were locked on the massive nipples always visible beneath the heroine’s white t-shirt. Liquid was slowly leaking out of the stretched aerolas, trickling down Karen’s gut as the smell of milk began filling the room.

 

“Haha, wow guess that milking took effect faster than I thought,” Harley giggled to herself, “ya know Peej, between this and how thick your ankles are, I’d almost think you were knocked up! Now come on, I’m gonna be the nicer woman and wrestle you to bed where you can sleep that syrup off.”

 

Using her considerable strength, Harley hauled the heavy heroine to her feet, half dragging her towards her bedroom.

 

“And probably take you to the doctor soon. Seriously Peej, your butt kicked after one bottle, you are out of shape!” Harley cackled.

 

….

 

New York City was an amazing, friendly place. 

 

Filled to the brim with friendly people and quiet as could be, or at least it was in Koriand’r’s very scant experience.

 

Of course, the super model’s perspective was rather unique. Most people didn’t experience the Big Apple from 6’9 inches above the ground, the already tall woman’s immense vantage further increased by a pair of 5’ stiletto heels. And most people weren’t wearing size eight white skinny jeans, tastefully distressed across her thighs and a cut off purple t-shirt over one of the sexiest bodies on the planet.

 

Heads turned whenever the towering Titan strutted by, eyes bulging, jaws dropping and cars rear ending each other like hundreds of dominos. Dicks hardened, pussies moistened and if sexual energy could run a power plant, the street outside StarrWare could have given the world free electricity. Yeah, NY had a lot of pretty people in it and people were used to stunning Meta-humans, after all Power Girl lived here, but Starfire was something else. This wasn’t unusual to Kori, the reaction was similar to everywhere she went considering Starfire’s blinding beauty but she turned her million wat smile up a little brighter thinking it was more than normal due to her increasing sexiness.

 

Her sexy, exhausting weekend with Dick had left her boyfriend a living bruise and Starfire only up half a pound, the immense amount of fucking cancelling out the feeding. But she’d been living it up in the week since, eating and baking with reckless abandon to embrace her change from maiden to matron and celebrate her engagement. As a result, the size eight pants that had fit fine when first put on were already on their last legs:

 

Kori always went tight to show off her stems, but these pants had been tight to start with and were now actively dangerous. At long last her legs had started to thicken, just a slight layer of chub but one that was now poking through the distressed holes. Every few steps one of the threads pulled across the holes would snap with a loud twang to let just a little bit more thigh fat poke out.

 

Across her midsection it was far, far worse.

 

A starter belly had arrived in full force across Kori’s flawless waist, something the jeans couldn’t account for. The waist cut into her belly, forming a soft muffin top above the white denim all the way around. In front her zipper was all the way down, super strength having broken it on the first attempt at pulling it up against Starfire’s tummy, and fupa fat was clearly displayed in the long slit beneath the straining rivet button. Behind, that badonka donk booty seemed to swell with every step, the dramatic slopes perfectly shown behind the thinning denim, where it wasn’t pushing through the small holes. The top of her buns were starting to swell out of the pants, clearly showing Kori wasn’t wearing any underwear if anyone had missed the camel toe she sported up front.

 

Moving up past the soft tum chub on the super model’s waist line was the redhead’s glorious chest. Splitting sports bras and non-fitting uniforms had told Koriand’r that she’d graduated from H cup to I cup sometime the last week, not that she had a bra that could do anything about it. She wore the cut off purple t-shirt with nothing under neath it, shown by the entire outline of her massive boobs being visible. The shirt was stretched as tight as her pants, an occasional curve of australian cleavage popping out when wind and bouncing combined at the right time. A full eight inches of cleavage was shown by its low neckline, the softly wobbling surge causing several accidents and a few orgasms as people stared. Kori wore a white half jacket that would never be able to close around the huge hooters, its zipper gently teasing her nipple through the cloth.

 

Some of Star’s smile came from just being happy to be alive, some was from the quintuple orgasm she’d had with her fiancee that morning to stay sane for the shoot but most of it came from just how hot everyone was finding her. Koriand’r considered beauty to be how one acted more than how one looked, but the extra ego boost to see whole blocks worth of traffic happen as she strutted down a side walk was one hell of a drug. Well worth squeezing herself into these jeans, the very first time she’d had to suck in her belly to fit into clothes.

 

A little part of Starfire mourned the vanishing of her slim figure. Not because she thought herself growing uglier at all, but just because one part of her life was ending and another starting. But mostly she was just enormously turned on by the tightness of her pants, the jiggle of her new belly and the start of softness beneath her chin.

 

Stopping only to buy a jumbo foot long hot dog with all the trimmings from a cart on the street, causing a few cardiac events and orgasms along the way, Koriand’r sashayed into StarrWare for her shoot…

 

…..

 

Mari McCabe groaned to herself as she entered the shoot’s changing room, an unusual emotion filling her heart: dread.

 

The African super heroine was a veteran in terms of both fighting crime and walking the cat walk. While her power to mantle the strength, speed or agility of different animals was innate, the super hero life had kept let her body become picture perfect.  For years Mari’s body had been near the peak of human perfection: tall and firm, her mahogany skin flawless over tight muscles, her body all firm leg, curvy butt and chiseled belly beneath sizeable boobs. But this was the first time that the woman known as Vixen would be doing so...differently pretty. That was the way she was determined to think of it, because the superheroine supermodel couldn’t bear to confront the massive changes that had overswept her body

 

“I knew my body would change eventually but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly,” the model groaned to herself, making sure that the changing room was empty before pulling off her hooded sweatshirt, considerable fupa falling out of the fabric with a slap, “couldn’t it wait until I was 40 or had a kid first?”

 

Vixen’s hot body had put her on three sports illustrated covers and been a victoria’s secret angel for a decade straight, making her one of the most recognizable bodies in fashion. A body that was now, ironically, totally unrecognizable. Ever since the fateful Gotham fashion show and Ivy’s mass infection, Mari had begun rapidly gaining weight. In six months, the model had gone from the same athletic 125lbs  she’d always been to a gargantuan 315lbs.

 

Her athletic thighs had exploded into cellulite covered pillows of flab, pressed tight together and hanging over her knees, beginning to absorb her new cankles. Mari’s tight butt had melted into cushions of strech marked bulk, hanging low like the battle flag of a surrendered army. Sexily round, sensual hips had swollen into folded, lumpy mom hips who’s folds you could lose a wallet in. Her arms had sprouted bingo wings while chins had exploded across her slender neck and to add insult to injury, Vixen’s pert tear drop boobs hadn’t grown an inch.

 

“Really, every woman in my family gets heavy at some point but why did it happen so fast? My mother had several kids to just get chunky,” the obese model groaned to herself, hauling her leggings down, wincing at every fold, roll and stretchmark, “me? It happens in six damn months!”

 

While it brainwashed men and unpowered women into fat fetishes, Ivy’s viral plague didn’t affect a meta human’s feelings about their weight, part of the dryad’s bitter jealousy at any woman thinner and stronger than her. But Vixen didn’t need anyone’s help to be absolutely hating her weight gain. The moment her pants had started tightening the professional model had tried to start dropping pounds, but Ivy’s plague was relentless. Diet after diet failed, Mari’s willpower leading her to unconsciously cheat at every point. Work out regime after workout regime had crumbled, a new laziness making her come up with excuses. The only thing tens of thousands of dollars worth of personal trainer sessions and dieticians had done was infect those women as well while Mari was still unknowingly contagious. Deeply into the obese range on the BMI chart, the ever growing model’s only choices were either weight loss surgery or radical acceptance of her weight gain.

 

“Ugh, no, I can’t do this to myself. Remember what my psych said, beautiful at any size, beautiful at any size,” the suddenly plus sized woman repeated to herself, picking up the swimsuit the shoot’s assistants had laid out for her, an orange bikini the size of a parachute, “just because I’m now a woman of size doesn’t mean I’m not hot, right? Even if I’m doing a shoot with women a third my size and some of them are probably going to be half my age…”

 

After strapping the immense, but still snug bikini over her bloated curves, she heard giggles and chatter in the hallway. Any chance to cover up was wasted, all of Mari’s ballooned figure clearly on display.

 

“Ah Mari, Hallo!” an incredibly cheery and candy cane sweet voice said in a Norwegian accent, “Var sa nill, give us a hug you sight for sore eyes!”

 

“Bom dia Mari!” an equally sacharrine voice with a Brazilian accent said, “You’ve got to tell me what you do to get that butt, Droga menina but you’ve got that booty going on!”

 

Mari closed her eyes tight, knowing she’d have to get through greeting someone at this new size eventually.

 

“Beatriz, Tora, it’s so good to see…,” the obese model said, turning around and gaping at the other two model heroines, “...all of  you…”

 

“Oh ja, married life’s really agreed with us,” the Norwegian Tora, known as Ice grinned as she walked in, “Min elskede here serves me these lovely cheese rolls in bed every morning and its finally filled me out just a little bit!”

 

“Those...those two are big,” Mari stammered, brown eyes locked on Ice’s very, very not flat chest.

 

Mari remembered Tora as an absolutely rail thin, skinny mini, ivory pale ghost of a woman. A waist you could put your hands around, thighs thinner than pencils, ribs you could count and basically no boobs. Six months of Ivy’s virus, four months of retirement, marriage and pregnancy had altered that, leaving only her pale skin and platinum blonde page boy cut hair as a reminder of her past.

 

The norwegian Ice elementalist was now spectacularly stacked, G cup hooters dominating her small frame. The monstrous mammaries stretched her light blue t-shirt to the bursting point, erect and swollen nipples ready to pierce the cotton. It wasn’t that  the rest of the blonde was still skinny, indeed she was soft and plump all over, thighs plush and face soft with love handles framing a freshly popped baby belly, but those huge boobs dominated the once dainty woman’s body so much that one could be forgiven for not noticing how a rubber band held her tight brown shorts on.

 

“Oh ja, growing myself a nice pair of twins in here,” Tora said, patting the heavy stomach stretching her shirt to breaking, “and across my bosoms too! Up fifty pounds and eight cup sizes since insemination and five months to go, might finally get a woman’s figure by then! Not near as much as my Min dyrebare wants though!”

 

That Ice was ecstatic with losing her skinny mini figure was as crazy as Fire wanting her to be bigger.

 

“Sim, meu amor, you’ve got next to nothing back there to pinch,” the taller Fire giggled, Beatriz walking over and planting a kiss on her wife’s lips, their bellies bumping and Mari getting a good view of her in profile, “my mother would be ashamed I’ve let my wife stay so skinny!”

 

The sultry Brazillian woman’s figure had been gloriously pair shaped. While her legs were long, her waist tiny and her face angelic, Beatriz ass had been big before, a huge 42’ incher that had almost prevented her from getting work at lingerie companies who wanted their models stick thin. Several million social media followers had convinced the last hold outs several years earlier, letting that booty bounce on the catwalk alongside her partner Ice. 

 

“You’re one to talk my snuppa,” the almost white eyed Norwegian giggled, spanking the caboose that stretched her wife’s leggings transparent, “only forty five pounds since we tied the knot mi pusen! No excuse with only the one either, with you so tall, I can barely tell you’re with child! We’ve got to feed you up if you’re to be a proper honemor, ja?”

 

“Ha, you know I try. There’s a new steakhouse we should try nearby, full buffet style,  we can eat til we pop our pants!,” the Brazliain laughed, “then we can roll home and have some fun, we have to get all we can in before the b**s come!”

 

“Oh we’ll have plenty of fun after that too,” Ice agreed, pulling her taller wife in for a kiss.

 

Like her shorter partner, the caramel skinned Fire had plumped up, leaving only her dazzling skin, blazing green eyes and long black curls. From C cup to D cup, from wasp waist to bulging baby belly, her runner’s legs getting chubby and of course, that merely huge butt getting stupendously big. A full fifty inches around, that booty defied belief, both cheeks round as basketballs and glorious as the setting sun.

 

“You two seem...really happy with the baby weight,” Mari observed of the two chubby milfs to be, who’d turned the kiss into a spontaneous makeout session that was getting increasingly handsy, Ice had both hands down Fire’s pants while the Brazilian was positively kneading the Norwegians hooters.

 

The two broke contact, breathing hard and with Ice’s massive hooters starting to leak.

 

“Oh ja, finally get to fill out to be a real woman!” the panting Ice said, pulling away from her wife’s plump lips, “no more being a skinny little girl!”

 

“Yes, we both always wanted to fill out but modeling contracts and super heroing got in the way,” Fire said, tugging her pants back up to cover her thong, “we could eat and eat but never gain a kilo!”

 

“Then a few months ago we  both gained a little, just enough to get out of those forbannet contracts with a severance bonus,” Ice agreed, pulling her shirt off and wiping the leaking milk off of her gigantic breasts , “so we buy a nice farm and some good norwegian goats so I can make eco friendly ice cream from it. Then decide when that’s started, we might as well tie the knot and have some barns on the way!”

 

“And finally get to have some real figures!” Fire said, smacking her ass for emphasis, “You though, Mari! You look amazing,  meu deus, what’s your secret!”

 

“Ja, we pig out all the time and are still so scrawny!” Ice agreed, “what are you doing? Heavy cream? Carbo loading? Fast and bulk?”

 

The much less happily obese Mari could only stare at her colleagues. Both the pregnant cryomancer and the expectant fire bender were overweight, bordering on full on fat even before the pregnancy was counted in. And both of them were completely ecstatic about it, totally thrilled to be gaining a third of the lard she’d packed on.

 

“I just, well, women in my family get big in their thirties,” the older and much heavier model admitted bashfully, “I thought a good diet and exercise would keep it off but for the past six months I gain a pound if I so much as smell food and I can barely make myself exercise anymore. Even when I take on the aspect of a cheetah or an antelope I just waddle and wheeze.”

 

“We’re not so light on our feet either,” Fire admitted, “but the extra jiggle in the bedroom makes up for it and our powers are so much stronger!”

 

“Ja, I can freeze a whole lake with just a finger snap. Makes the ice cream easy as pie,” Tora agreed, “speaking of, my little snuggen, its time for your hourly cream, I saw your butt jiggle on the stairs, can’t have it shrink!”

 

The blonde pulled a 16oz thermos bottle from her backpack, uncapping it to reveal milk so cold it steamed. Fire obligingly drank it down, licking off the milk mustache afterwards and burping.

 

“Which means its time for your hourly chocolate, meu amada,” Beatriz beamed pulling out a full pound chocolate bar, putting it into the same thermos and melting it with a flame from her finger, “you’ve got two to grow and the walk from the cab was so long! Can’t let those seios shrink one millimeter, can we!”

 

As the Norwegian woman guzzled the cocoa, Mari had to reconsider reality. She was miserable with the weight gain and going plus size and body positive was the only way to salvage her career and ego. Yet these two were ecstatic, it didn’t make any sense!

 

And really it shouldn’t have. Poison Ivy had deisgned her weight gain plague to make metas miserable and brainwash the powerless, but Fire and Ice were as Meta as it got and thrilled. It might have seemed totally unbelievable that two super heroine models with existing, unfulfilled gaining fetishes had been among her initial crop of infected but well, it was an odd world.

 

“Okay, so if...how are you two still only that thick and not any fatter?” the jealous and very overweight Mari asked.

 

“Oh, our powers use lots of calories,” Tora explained easily, licking chocolate off her lips, “I freeze four hundred gallons of ice cream a day, that's twenty calories each! Its why I could never grow good sized bryster’s before despite eating like a sow!”

 

“And every time I pastuerize the milk or burn the goat turds into fertilizer or turn the heat up in our love nest its like running a marathon. I’ve always had to drink butter every day just to keep my butt filled out,” Beatriz agreed, “plus all of the sex we have.”

 

“Ja, six or seven times a day, only going up!” the Norwegian blonde agreed, “and this one’s quite inventive, so it burns a lot of energy.”

 

Mari looked down at her own bloated body, calculating. Namely how very little energy she’d burned since going on the Justice League’s inactive roster and how little sex she’d had since losing her super model figure and the self confidence with it. Ugh, she’d have to go back to active duty at this size and hopefully she could find someone who was a chubby chaser…

 

“So, is anyone else we know coming?” Mari asked them.

 

“Oh I think our agent, after they begged us to come back the skraeling,” Ice said, wrestling her jugs into her bikini, “anyway, the turd said that Kory Anders was on the shoot!”

 

“Yeah, she’s always so fun, she brings great energy,” Fire agreed, pulling off her pants and thong so she could pull another thong on.

 

Vixen’s eyes darkened. As a heroine, she had no problem with Starfire. But she did have a problem with the lusciously lean, cutely curvy red head’s alter ego, a rival model who was taller, younger and thinner than her, continuously nipping at her heels for best paid and most covers before Vixen had become gargantuan. Seeing that rail thin alien’s skinny hips and narrow legs now...

 

The door opened to reveal the deliciously, perfectly, overly curvaceous Kori, her ludicrous figure bulging out of a pants at least a size two small. Her boobs were huge, her hips were broad, her thighs were getting thick and there was a belly starting to crest over her pants.

 

‘Ah friends, it’s so good to see you!” Kori said with a smile, showing the faintest softness under her chin.

 

Vixen returned the smile. She might be further down the rabbit hole, but it was good to know someone was falling after her...

[Cyril Figgis]

Nice blending of the storylines!  Great to see some of the other JL girls, especially Tora and Bea--they're adorable the way you write them!

[>_< 0_0]

Uh oh... I think Diana’s plan has gloriously back-fired! 🤰 The old Greek gods and goddesses live-up to their reputation for petty drama and kinky incidents! 
 

(no seriously, one of the Greek gods became pregnant somehow and birthed through his dick — very painful! And there was a seer walking through the woods and saw two snakes mating and freaked out so he crushed one of them with his staff but the snakes belonged to a sacred grove and he woke up as a chick and had children before finding a way to transform back again... 🐍 👩🏾 😭)

Edited September 21, 2020 by >_< 0_0
Seer! Not deer 🦌

[Batman76]

9 minutes ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Uh oh... I think Diana’s plan has gloriously back-fired! 🤰 The old Greek gods and goddesses live-up to their reputation for petty drama and kinky incidents! 
 

(no seriously, one of the Greek gods became pregnant somehow and birthed through his dick — very painful! And there was a seer walking through the woods and saw two snakes mating and freaked out so he crushed one of them with his staff but the snakes belonged to a sacred grove and he woke up as a chick and had children before finding a way to transform back again... 🐍 👩🏾 😭)

 

I think that was zeus but that's what you get for consuming your pregnant wife

[>_< 0_0]

3 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

I think that was zeus but that's what you get for consuming your pregnant wife

Not as cringe as the time he romped around as a beefy bull 🐄  bro, he’s more kinky than we are! How is there no FA in Greek Mythology? I mean, besides Penelope being made “thicker” by a goddess in the Odyssey before she speaks to the suitors 👌

[Batman76]

1 hour ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Not as cringe as the time he romped around as a beefy bull 🐄  bro, he’s more kinky than we are! How is there no FA in Greek Mythology? I mean, besides Penelope being made “thicker” by a goddess in the Odyssey before she speaks to the suitors 👌

It should help that the 'ideal' greek maiden had wide hips and was kind of plush, with wide hips and soft bellies. Myth wise there was Maeneads, cannibalistic cultists of bacchus.

[xandercroft]

It is odd that there isn’t as much excess in mythology but I’m sure it just wasn’t passed on as much by the starving peasantry of eras past. 
“Father, tell us the one about how Hercules failed to move the female gatekeeper from the mountain pass!”

”I told you letting him watch Kevin Sorbo AND Xena would warp the boy.”  

[xandercroft]

Also, beatlejuice x3 to m-ary/coconutren’s youtube

[Batman76]

“Should we cut, ma’am? We can’t, well legally we can’t post what they’re doing in an ad campaign,” the photo director turned to Harley.

 

Quinn, her stockinged feet propped up on a table shook her head, feeling her remaining chins jiggle, but kept her eyes on the prize. Tora and Beatriz had been asked to playfully feed each other a single cup cake for the shot and instead were moving well past playful. Yeah each of the pregnant models was still feeding the other but they were shoveling the cupcakes in by the fist full. And their other hands...wow.

 

In between bites, Fire was refreshing herself with squirts of creamy milk right from her pale, cow titted wife’s udders. She was a very messy drinker, lactase splashing all over the white crop top they’d decided to put the Brazillian model in, to contrast the black thong disappearing up her double bubble butt. Ice had torn that thong off and appeared to be getting four fingers straight up her wife’s vulva, with her thumb going slow and hard on the clit. If the pair knew that other people were in the studio, a kitchen facade in the Starrware offices, they surely didn’t care.

 

“Nah, keep rolling,” Harley said, tossing another donut hole into her mouth, “worst case scenario, we give it to em as a baby shower gift. Best case, we just run it on late night or subscription.”

This long awaited photo shoot was a god send of relaxation for Harley. She’d been running back and forth between the city and the big farming community and the new swanky digs she’d put Ivy into. Quinn had to make sure her beloved little red, obese flower of a girlfriend didn’t literally eat herself to death and that Power Girl was kept thoroughly dispirited, dejected and humiliated to make sure the super powered CEO didn’t kick her ass into the next century. Tending to the two fatty’s different needs took up a lot of time, and to add to her burdens Quinn was making more and more decisions at the company as Karen Starr went from calm and confident ball buster to anxious, unorganized push over.

 

It was a good thing she had Harley to look after her and do the hard stuff, like watching two curvy, chubby supermodels feed each other.

 

“And Miss McCabe?” the nervous female photographer asked, glancing at the mahogany skinned balloon of a top model.

 

“Probably don’t film her, we want people to buy these after all,” Harley said, “maybe get her some pepto though…”

 

Vixen had done pretty well for most of the shoot. Obese she might be, but she still had it in terms of posing, expression and photogeniality. She’d put away the uneasiness that came from going from cover girl fit to medical statistic obese in a way that was laudable, posing and turning as if she still had a chiseled jawline and firm abs instead of gut resting on her thighs and chins stretching towards her boobs.

 

The only problem had been the actual food. Ivy hadn’t exactly tested her little plan on any one besides herself and she’d already been so fat and was barely human to start. Harley had gifted a box to PG for her little play date, knowing the obese, easily winded lardass would need ever bit of help she could get, but the depressed, depowered super wasn’t acting at all differently. Harley had wondered how this super addicting food was even supposed to work but hadn’t tried it herself.

 

“Being under 300 is a good place to be, thanks to that gorgeous narrator,” Harley grinned at herself, patting her now loose skirt, “but I really didn’t expect that the effects would be like this…”

 

The moment she’d taken a bite, McCabe’s brown eyes had nearly glowed. She’d eaten and eaten, tearing through the gross of baked goodies laid out for her part of the shoot like a tornado through Kansas. The African model had entered into some sort of berserk frenzy, gorging herself past the point of saity and sanity. At some point her swelling gut had snapped off the bottoms of her bikini, the orange fabric hanging in her crinkly thigh and droopy assfolds like a dollar bell on a storm drain. Eventually she’d just passed out, collapsed onto her back from the sheer weight of her enormous binge. Horrible snores filled the air, mixed with the volcanic grumbles coming from her gut. Harley had no way of knowing that Mari’s powers had activated, making her take on the aspect, appetite and metabolism of a hibernating bear, but she did know a forklift might be needed to move the obese model out of the room.

 

Harley had to smile to herself. Usually she went along with Ivy’s plans because her not so little ginger snap got so grouchy when she didn’t, but this one? This might work. These were professional models stuffing themselves to hell and back at one taste of these. Mari had really been like an animal and the only thing slowing down Fire and Ice were their rampant horniness. When this hit regular women they’d balloon so fast that Harley’s turn from skinny super villain to obese super villain would look slow paced. Hell, you’d have to have some sort of...strange immunity from weight gain accidentally given to you to withstand this onslaught…

 

“Strangely specific thing to say, but okay,” Harley said to the narrator, but a strangely accented voice interrupted her.

 

“Excuse me, but is there something wrong with this food?” Kory Anders asked her.

 

Harley turned looking the lanky model up and down in terror, ‘Um...wrong? No no, nothing’s wrong with the food...why would you think that?”

 

Ivy’s rant about needing a skinny model for the shoot had been pretty fatphobic and hypocritical  from Harley’s point of view, given that Ivy was no longer able to get up under her own power. But the obese dryad had a point: no one would buy the food if all the women in the ad were pigs. Kory Anders had been her ace in the hole, so rail thin and skinny she didn’t even appear to be human.

 

So Harley had been a little freaked out when her size four center piece had shown up literally bursting out of a size eight. Granted, the redhead was still to die for sexy even by skinny standards but Harley needed some shoots of someone eating their product without any fat rolls! Photoshop would thankfully tame that starter belly Anders had let run wild and maybe put some tone back onto her softened thighs, she was just skinny enough to be made to look skinnier, but  Harley had to wonder why every woman she met seemed to be porking up so fast.

 

“Well, its just that the food tastes very, very fattening to me,” Anders told her, holding up a donut hole, “much more than the normal baked goods. And it was billed as a “Women’s Health Food”.”

 

Harley looked at the model, trying to formulate a response while not being hypnotized by those gigantic tan gazongas. The redhead had eaten plenty during her bikini shoot, enough she looked as pregnant as Fire or Ice, but hadn’t gone nuts like the others. Just eaten like the normal fat girl she was apparently turning into. Maybe Ivy’s plan wasn’t so fool proof if it could bring down three super heroes but leave a regular, if slightly pudgy, model only a little bloated.

 

“Well, that’s because its uh…,” Harley said, searching her deep medical training, “...good fats.”

 

Ander’s green eyes looked at her a moment, then she popped a donut hole into her mouth and smiled, “Can I get some samples to bring home then? They’re delicious! Although they do use too much salt and not enough butter, just a tad too much sugar.”

 

Harley released a deeply held breath, “Sure, sure, just...tell me, how could you tell that by taste?”

 

“Oh I have a very refined palate,” Anders smiled, “Everyone where I’m from does.”

 

Starfire’s secret identity, Kori Anders, claimed to be a strange and enticing Russian-Zulu-Korean-Peruvian-Iranian mix. It explained the accent at least.

 

“Sure, sure…,” Harley thought, mind spinning with possibilities, “so you know a lot about baking…”

 

“Of course, I bake for my friends every day,” Anders smiled, poking her stuffed belly to prove it.

 

Harley smiled back, “Then yeah you can have free samples but also...have you ever thought about having a cooking show?”

[Cyril Figgis]

Cute little chapter!  Loved everyone's reactions to the food and the possibilities presented by Kori having her own cooking show.

[>_< 0_0]

I would watch Cooking With Kori 👩‍🍳 I don’t know how to cook; I need all of the instructions 

[Batman76]

On 9/24/2020 at 8:40 PM, Cyril Figgis said:

Cute little chapter!  Loved everyone's reactions to the food and the possibilities presented by Kori having her own cooking show.

Oh yeah, I'm looking forwards to it too....

 

On 9/24/2020 at 9:47 PM, >_< 0_0 said:

I would watch Cooking With Kori 👩‍🍳 I don’t know how to cook; I need all of the instructions 

#1 in ratings given it'll be done in a bikini...

 

anyway, last part of this chapter....

Being a superhero, or super villain, sometimes required immense amounts of painful physical effort. Climbing up a skyscraper by your finger nails, fighting a fire elemental from the Earth’s heart with just a broken knife and a stick of gum, getting punched in the face by an alien God…

 

“Come on, almost there,” Harley groaned, sweat beating off her head, hands cramping, arms burning and belly muscles feeling ready to rip apart, “fuck all but did this always take so long...and yes!”

 

The digital scale screen mostly visible past the ivory sprawl of the clown’s pale belly stopped blinking 888 and finally gave Harley an accurate weight:

 

“294.8 lbs holy fuck I’m a stick!” Harley cackled, “I’m gonna be back in my old outfit in a couple months at this rate! Hell, in a couple weeks I’m gonna be skinnier than the professional models!”

 

Remembering the feeding frenzy of that afternoon, Quinn could only smile. Four more hotties hooked on Ivy’s fattening crap and the ad campaign was already almost ready to go. The trucks were moving to distribution centers and then to stores, by this time next week her company...er...Power Girl’s company was going to have more cash than she ever could have stolen...

 

The relatively tiny number chiseled into her memory, the blonde psycho psychotherapist released the bulge of her gut. Pale, creased lard bulged forwards to cover Harley’s pudgy toes and the green scale number in a tide of vanilla bulk. A second later and the blonde clown released her sore, slightly swollen boobs, the growing jugs popping back to their full extent and blocking most of Harley’s belly.

 

“65lbs in two weeks and its all thanks to the miracle diet of appealing to the narrator,” the still morbidly obese woman laughed at the mirror, shrugging herself into a tight black sports bra, “now, let’s go keep up with that…”

 

Using her restored gymnast muscles, Harley waddled quickly from the upscale bathroom in the penthouse she’d rented for Ivy at significant cost. Between the grant from Selina months ago and money from Harley’s new if nebulous role at StarrWare the clown was making more money than she ever had being a crook. The Manhattan high rise was a perfect place, both to hide her gingersnap girl friend and to keep said girlfriend from popping herself via over eating.

 

“How’s the workout going, Red?” Harley asked, adjusting her loosening thong across her shrinking badonkadonk, “You finish that set of crunches yet?”

 

Her questions were directed at the pale green boulder of blubber sprawled out on an XXL workout matt in the center of the floor. One could be forgiven for confusing it as a very strange, rolly poly sofa with twin pillows on one end but a close look would reveal it as a mostly naked Poison Ivy. Isley lay flat on her back, huffing and puffing, fat drops of sweat rolling over her mint green skin. Thick, flabby arms were spread eagled on the grown, their lardy covering flattened under its own weight, and it was taking every hour scientists had put into designing her sports bra to keep Ivy’s gargantuan M cups from falling out of her bra and smothering her.

 

“I...I..yes, I finished all of them,” Isley obviously lied, “all hundred of them...it burned just a little, guess I got a little out of shape getting up to 140lbs…
 

The clown cocked an eyebrow. She was willing to put up with her pathetic partner in crime to a ridiculous degree, but given how much work she was having to put into taking care of the tub of lard, even Quinn’s patience was running thin. She waddled over to her girlfriend, grabbed belly fat with both hands and squeezed!

 

“That’s for lying!” the blonde insisted, “Red I love ya, but if you want to be able to get that butt off the couch again, then we gotta get you working out!”

 

Once Ivy had been just as tough as she was gorgeous. But half a year of lounging around, doing nothing but eating had turned her into a complete wuss. She let out an awful, bloody murder scream, tears welling in her eyes.

 

“Owww, Harley you’re so cruel! That’s unnecessary….,” Ivy gasped, weakly raising her arms and trying to push Harley away without success.

 

“What’s unnecessary is me having to help you get up and down, ya wilting pansy,” Quinn insisted, “I was listening the whole time in the bathroom and I didn’t hear ya do a single lousy crunch! Now are you going to do ya situps or am I gonna have to apply spankings?”

 

Ivy glared. Why she’d left her beautiful, food and plant filled lair for this sterile, planetless room at Harley’s insistence she’d never know. Yes she’d put on ten pounds, but Ivy was acting like this was a major problem! If she had plants to command she’d have her friend tied up and stuffed in a heartbeat, but Ivy didn’t have even that!

 

“Fine, you harsh, body shaming harlequin, I’ll redo my useless situps,” the redhaired botanist gasped, putting her arms behind her head and slowly, slowly raising her head and shoulders up.

 

Harley watched, seeing fat roll after fat roll after fat roll form on Ivy’s bean bag belly as she slowly lifted herself off the ground. Ivy began grunting, a strange animal whine, tears rolling from her eyes as her head left the ground. She slowly, slowly began to set up, the immense bulk of her upper body weighing itself down. Stomach fat bunched up against her stubby thighs and the short stack’s tits almost touched her knees, bulging and bulging higher and higher, swallowing her chins as Ivy finished a single sit up…

 

And collapsed.

 

The floor shook slightly as Ivy groaned and flopped back onto the mat. A mint colored earth quake shot through Ivy’s pure blubber bod,pudgy thighs clapping, balloon belly rolls jiggling and and mammoth M-cups bouncing inside her over laden bra. Finding sports bras for women with boobs four times the size of a normal woman wasn’t easy and predictably the front of the bra gave out in a vast rip. The long predicted mint avalanche of boobage broke free, flopping back to smack Ivy right in her face, earning a high pitched shriek from the dryad as they smothered her.

 

“AAAAAA! Harley!” Ivy screamed, drowning in her own boobs, weak arms pushing uselessly against her tits, “Harley I can’t breathe! Harley help me, I’m gonna die!!!”

 

Harley rolled her baby blues, waddled over and squatted next to her struggling girlfriend. Shoving her hands underneath the tide of love handle, Harley really hoped her gymnast muscles were strong enough for this. At her peak she’d been near olympic level, but that had been doing back flips and handstands on a 110lb body, not moving a near quarter ton of botanist bulk!

 

“Alright, lift with your legs and breathe through your nose,” Harley told herself, inhaling deeply and standing with a clean motion.

 

The clown was just strong enough to flip her immense girlfriend onto her side, a great *WHUMPF* sounding as Ivy’s gut flapped onto the ground, followed by two slightly smaller *WHUPFS* as her tits hit the ground. Harley stood bent over, hands on her knees, every muscle in her body feeling pulled while Ivy softly moaned.

 

“Okay, firstly oww,” Harley groaned, rubbing her back, “secondly, I swear you got fatter since I got you into these digs. I know you ain’t been doing any of the work outs I set up for ya tubs, but you shouldn’t have gotten fatter on boiled broccoli and dry toast. Where’s ya phone?”

 

The panting Ivy  got in just enough air to speak, “I...I don’t have any idea what you could possibly mean…”

 

“I mean you’ve been cheating on your diet, as evidence by them chocolate stains at the corners of your mouth tubbs,” Harley growled, waddling past her girlfriend to the mobility scooter that let Ivy go anywhere, “I swear, its like deep down you want to be too big to move…”

 

Pulling the phone from Ivy’s cup holder, Harley clicked it open. After a couple pages of feederism porn, mostly invovling degregation and force feeding, Harley found a massive history of food orders.

 

“Pizza bouquets, chocolate sauce by the gallon, Japanese candy…,” Harley groaned, “you’re eat’n enough for four people Red!”

 

Without a trace of shame, Ivy tried to cross her arms, failing due to her boobs being in the way.

 

“Please, that is totally slanderous. Just because I’m a little bigger than I was doesn’t mean I’m cheating on that diet, ridiculous as it may be I’m a woman of my word!” Ivy denied.

 

Harley laughed, “A little bigger than what? A hippopotamus? Fine, let me tell ya a secret Red. Back in High School, my summer job was as a fat camp councillor. Yeah a little ironic given the eventual obesity and fat fetish but it paid by the pound my little fatties lost. And I was damn good at finding all their little stashes.”

 

The obese psychologist waddled to the couch, flipping over cushions to find a treasure trove of candy bars. A waddle over to an ottoman produced an 80 pack of twinkies hidden inside it. A twist on a bed post found a hollowed out chamber holding enough skittles to give a cheer team diabetes. Lifting up under the pile of bananas and apples showed a bucket of cake pops.

 

“And look at all of these fat bombs,” Harley tut tutted, tossing the full box of twinkies down next to Ivy, “stash after stash after stash...anything to say for your self fatty fat fat fat?”

 

A pinkish blush flushed across Ivy’s bloated cheeks, while her hand reached weakly towards the twinkies box, “Um...I just uh, would you believe they’re for a friend?”

 

“Yeah who, Catwoman? Livewire? Maybe Talia Al-Ghul?” Harley laughed, “face it Red, you’re so fat you can’t get up, so fat you can’t stop eating, so fat you can’t even sit up! And you know what…”

 

Ivy gulped, shame building in her substantial gut, “I’m not that fat…”

 

“I’m going to stuff you until  you pass out into a chocoholic coma, I’m gonna pump so much sugar into you that your body shuts off so it doesn’t burst into flame from all the damn caloric energy I’m shoving into you my fat little rose! And then,” Harley bragged, blue eyes blazing, kneeling down next to her girlfriend and pinching one green check, “I’m gonna stuff myself just short of that, tape those tits up so they don’t drown you and go to fucking town on your pussy!”

 

Pam had just enough time to open her mouth in confusion before Harley shoved a handful of twinkies into her mouth. The obese dryad’s jaw did what it did best, chewing and eating, the sugary junk going down in but a moment to be replaced with another handful. Harley laughed, her tone rising higher and higher as she steadily emptied the 80 pack of twinkies into her girlfriend’s constantly chewing maw. Ivy’s already huge gut started swelling out further and further, cream accumulated on her cheeks and her eyes started rolling back into her head.

 

Harley’s nails finally hit cardboard, leaving her with a faintly moaning girlfriend.

 

“Ya gonna cheat on your diet again now?” Harley hissed, grabbing a candy bar from the couch and chowing down on it, “Huh? You want anymore fatty food?”

 

Ivy could only make groaning sounds, eyes blinking and opening slowly. Harley stood up and slowly slid off her panties, crab walking over to her girlfriend and flopping on her side, sliding her thick, columnar thighs around the redhead’s face, facing forwards to see the huge blob of green in front of her. 

 

“Now start eating fat ass, salmon’s pretty low fat right? Do that while I start sucking these mega titties,” Harley said, using both hands to haul a head and shoulder sized boob to her mouth, “when we’re done, we’re gonna start milking ya to burn off some extra calories! If ya can’t breathe, pinch me and do it damn hard!”

[>_< 0_0]

What if Ivy is actually a giant fruit?