Batman76 Posted August 10, 2020 Author Share Posted August 10, 2020 And a new chapter which is...pretty much porn. Most of this chapter is just fucking. Chapter 24: A Job for Superman The same day that Ivy had launched the next step of her plan, had been the same day that Lois Lane had made her own discovery and been massively overfed by Selina Kyle. Unbeknownst to the other, the two would celebrate in similar fashions... Clark Kent was a quiet, humble man at heart. One who just happened to be the world's greatest protector. But a life of super heroics hadn't prepared the mild mannered reporter for what had been waiting for him on his return home after a long evening of disaster relief and crime fighting. "Okay, I can explain," Lois said to him, perched primly atop the 200 foot grain silo, "or at least if I can't explain then I can guess." "Given that you're sitting on top of the farm's old grain silo I'd hope so," Superman replied, eyes running up and down his wife, then down to the crumpled heap of steel that had been the old silo's ladder,"especially given the ladder fell away and you're...significantly under dressed." "Clark, you came in me twice today. Seeing me half naked isn't a big deal," Lois rolled her purple eyes, "and that ladder is a piece of junk. I barely stood on top of it and it gave way. I'm a big girl but I'm not that big." Lois had always been attractive to Clark. Even though he preferred big boned farm girls, Lois' sharp personality and self confidence had made her lithe figure appealing. He'd only really felt overwhelming lust for his wife once she'd started bulking up, a lust that rose higher with every pound added to her increasingly lazy figure. Right now his lust was about as high as it had ever been: The dark haired reporter was wearing a red blazer and white dress shirt Clark recognized as new. Several buttons were missing and the rest were ripped off, destroyed by the swell of a stomach so immense it annihilated Lois' status as an hour glass. It didn't look like the brunette milf was pregnant, it looked like she'd gotten fat, gotten knocked up with twins and gotten significantly fatter in the nine months since. The outer edge of her stomach was significantly past Lois' head sized breasts, fat rolls pinching the edges of the stiff fabric. Boob fat was overwhelming the lacy bra, surging over the top, hanging out the sides and falling out the bottom. "I'd say you're significantly more than half naked," Clark managed to say, "which really puzzles me as to how you got up here." Lois had been wearing a black skirt. Clark could tell because the short skirt was hanging out of her jacket pocket. Now she was wearing a pair of stockings that were badly torn up by the ceaseless pressure of the thick, soft stems her champion runner's legs had swelled into, a purple garter belt hanging on by one button under the crease of her gut and a tiny violet thong. The sides of her panties were sinking deep into Lois' beefy, child bearing hips, Clark's keen vision seeing the start of several rips on their sides. "Well, you know how I've been feeling so much better lately?" Lois asked, "with more energy and a higher sex drive despite turning forty and gaining all of this." She punctuated the sentence by hefting up the semi-turgid swell of her immense gut, fingers sinking into the sunkissed flab. Clark had to blink and think of baseball to keep himself from being completely distracted. "I had a physical today, before I went to eat with Selina. The doctor told me I'm in the best shape of my life...and this is despite weighing about 250," the reporter said, tapping the sides of her immense stomach, "Then when she went to take some blood, the needles kept breaking on my skin." "Breaking?" Clark asked, "but why would they break?" Instead of answering, Lois flexed her legs and hopped upwards. Given that she no longer exercised and was medically obese, Clark didn't expect his wife to go very high. But the over curvy milf rose swiftly up to his eye level and stayed there. "Using my investigative reporter skills, I'd guess that the exposure to several gallons of alien genetic material over the years might have something to do with it," the reporter purred, pressing in tight to him, her groaning, turgid gut pressing against his defined abs, finger running across his pecs, "but I'd need some more samples to make sure." Pure hayseed Clark might be, but he didn't need much more of an invitation. He was kissing Lois within a heartbeat, one hand rubbing up her soft back to touch the pleasure spot beneath her shoulder blades, the other carefully ripping away her panties and garter belt. Lois slid a hand inside his pants, pulling them down and giving his cock a tight squeeze. "We'll need to talk about that in the morning," Clark said after pulling away for a second, carefully undoing her front clasp bra and letting Lois' immense tits surge out, "by the way, the Kids are at the fortress up north." Flying as she was, gravity wasn't even touching the hyper round orbs. The slight sag the 41 year old Lois had been developing vanished alongside her ability to see her feet. Forget being the size of her head, the mammoth hooters were like volley balls topped with ripe cherries. "Thanks for not ripping the bra, its new and expensive," Lois said, sliding out of bra, shirt and blazer in one fluid motion, letting them tumble to the yard, "but there is something else I want to break. Your little farming hobby isn't using the grain silo for anything is it?" "No, its just a decoration anymore, outdated," Clark said, pressing tighter to her, her breasts rising towards his chin. "Good, because useful or not I want you to fuck me through it," Lois grinned, 'I've always wanted you to be able to go full out on me. So don't you dare fucking hold back Smallville!" Lois' back hit the stacked cinderblock of the grain silo with a thud, Clark's hands clinging tight to her hips. To her it felt like being tossed gently onto a bed, the sensation eclipsed by the lightning fast entry between her legs. Each surging, flexing thrust hit her like a freight train, overwhelming the senses. The powerful thrusts rippled through the many fat layers on her body, making her belly bounce and her breasts slap upwards, bouncing off of her face. She got her legs wrapped around his waist, riding him like a bucking bull, and managed to get one hand to her clit. "I said *gaaaahhh* don't fucking *urgggghhhh* hold back *gyaaaahhh* Smallville!" she gasped, between the heavy slams, concrete flakes and slivers of rebar bouncing off her body. "Are you sure Lois? This would be the first time you'd gone with powers and I wouldn't want you to get hurt," Clark cautioned. Lois flexed her thighs tight around his torso. Most of her muscle might be gone but old, half forgotten martial arts moves and new super strength let her put the pinch on him. 'I said as hard as you could, don't tell me this is it!?" Lois demanded, cut off by her breasts smacking her in the face again. The next thrust shattered the wall behind them, Lois flying across the crumbling silo to hit the far side. It was like getting gently tapped with a pillow, the slap of her own boobs far more damaging and the pressure of Clark's cock in her harder to ignore. Another thrust pushed the super couple through that wall too, flying across the barn yard and ripping a wide hole through the tin shingles of the barn roof. Lois pressed tighter to him, not out of any fear but to get the maximum sensation out of each thrust and to keep her boobs out of her face. When that failed, she secured one of the flopping H cups in her mouth, tongue and teeth teasing the nipple and offered the other one to Clark. "Mmmphhh, mmmphhh, mmmmphhhh," the brunette moaned, barely feeling when her broad back smashed a large dead oak tree to splinters, snapped a garish billboard add of skinny supermodel Kory Anders out of the ground and shot straight through a large thunder storm sweeping towards their farm. Lois had her eyes closed, seeing stars and near to climax. She felt a faint heat on her back from leaving the atmosphere and really was seeing stars on opening her eyes, the earth a blue sphere fading away. They were going faster and faster and she was going faster and faster, atrophied muscles under her flab beginning to twitch and twist as she neared orgasm. The copulating pair of super powered journalists slammed into the middle of the Copernicus crater. Moon dust flared around them, the powder flying away as Lois hit climax and shrieked. The high powered scream would have toppled every tree and broke every window in the county if she'd been at home, as it was it made old NASA sensors at the Apollo 11 site detect a major moon quake. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, yes!" she screamed into the airless void, long black hair tumbling around her in zero gravity, her body twitching and spasming as Clark pumped into her, the heat of him contrasting with the icy cold of space. Lois' purple eyes burned red, heat vision shooting out. By sheer chance the beams hit a launching Lexcorp rocket, blowing up the $50 million dollar spy satellite. Spent, Lois collapsed back, half asleep and tight in her husband's arms. After several minutes of rest, not quite able to catch her breathe due to being both out of shape and in the vacuum of space, she rolled over and sat up with a grunt. Super powered or not, Lois was obese and had sweated during the affair. Frozen sweat crystals flickered in the low gravity, while the rest was stuck to her body as moon dust cement. "That...," she began, " was..." "out of this world?" Clark said from next to her. "Fuck you Smallville, no wonder the Planet's going down the shitter with puns like that from a senior reporter," she said, playfully punching his shoulder, "I meant to say it was a good start. Lets find a shower and wash this moon dust off me then go again. Super powers are making me fucking horny...how are we able to talk without air again?" "The moon has a weak atmosphere, its enough for our hearing to pick up," Clark said, looking at his wife's long, corpulent frame, her tits and belly near floating in the low gravity, "we should really get you to the fortress and under a genetic test though. We wouldn't want this to be a temporary effect that turns off." "Yeah how about we don't go to the place our kids are when I'm naked and covered in moon dust," Lois said, throwing a heavy thigh over her husband and pushing him to the lunar grit, "let's go home, finish knocking down the barn while 69ing and then you can make be a snack before you fuck me in the shower. In the morning, if my stomach's gone down enough for my sweat pants to tie, we can go to the fortress and get me scanned...then fuck while we wait for the results." "That sounds...okay," Clark smiled, pushing the over plump reporter to his lips for a kiss. .... An hour later, as an autumnal thunder storm was battering the rubble of the Kent's old barn and silo, Lois hovered out of the shower. A purple towel was wrapped around her long hair, but she let the hot water drip off her soft skin as she floated into the bedroom. She hadn't actually walked since getting back from the moon, the ability to float a nice addition to her growing sense of physical laziness. A glance in the long bed room mirror showed no sign of moon dust stuck to her body...or muscle tone. "Jeesh, I am getting big," the ultra curvy reporter winced, the reminder of just how fat she was cutting to her core. Her feet sank softly to the floor and Lois staggered to feel her entire weight. The fried sea food mountain she'd had shoveled into her maw by Selina in Gotham had been absorbed by her super metabolism and converted into new fat. Waddling forwards (feeling very slow, very full, very tired and above all, very big) Lois took herself in. "Fuck I'm even fatter than I was this morning. My hips weren't nearly this wide then and I didn't have half the gut. Fuck, I'm barely even an hour glass anymore even with the new cupsize," Lois groaned, eyes widening at what happened to her face as she did, "damn it, is that a third chin? I'm barely used to a second one! I must have gained at least twenty pounds just tonight!" Sighing, realizing that the unthinkably high 242 lbs she'd weighed in that afternoon was now a goal to get back down to, Lois started to get dressed. Starting took a long time, Lane's clothes had been getting unbearably tight before her hours long feast had been turned into new fat. Leggings couldn't get up past her bulbous rear end without starting to rip around her growing cankles, the sleeves of t-shirts couldn't fit her beefy, bulging upper arms, her bathrobe couldn't close around her swelling tummy. Even the work clothes she'd just bought that day would have been painfully snug, uncomfortable enough that she'd be too self conscious to use her super powers. "And I thought Clark was a little bitch for whining about Kryptonite," the obese milf sighed to herself, flipping through drawers and dressers to find something, anything that fit and only finding one outfit that could hope to get past her ass/boobs. "That pervert, I didn't buy this," Lois sighed, eyes rolling at the indignity before they rested on the pillbox by her side of the bed, a pill box she realized she hadn't touched in two weeks, "ah shit." .... Clark busied himself in the kitchen, flipping eggs and half burning toast just like Lois liked it. He ignored the bumping and thumping up stairs, purposefully not listening and respecting his wife's privacy. Sex kitten that Lois might be, she preferred to withdraw a bit post coitus, often to gear up for another go. The Man of Steel focused on this new and abrupt change in his already topsy turvy life. Lois being able to defend herself against most earthly threats took a load off of his mind, his danger prone spouse at least no longer needed to fear bullets when chasing a lead. Better, every mutually powered sex scenario he and Lois could think of was now possible. The lack of needing to hold back an enormous relief. But he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty over how...big she was getting. Lois had gone from lean for her age to obese nearly overnight and while Clark fell more in love with her each time she gained a pound, he couldn't help but feel he had to have somehow caused this. If Lois had somehow gained Kryptonian powers, those powers should have included a hyper fast metabolism that left his wife with abs capable of shredding cheese. Not a new triple chin, chafing thighs, a full on beer belly and breasts larger than her head. Had Clark unknowingly found some strange new power that turned his wife into what he'd always physically wanted? "Alright Smallville, three things we need to discuss," Lois said, striding into the room and taking Clark's breath away, "number one, don't say a damn word." Lois was wearing an absolutely tiny pair of cut off shorts. So tiny that they were essentially a pair of denim panties with pockets, her wide hips and inflated booty hanging out of them, just as her pampered gut muffin topped over the waistband. It was unbuttoned and unzipped, held up by a cord run through the belt loop because they were clearly a size too small. Above her jiggling, exposed, toneless stomach, Lois was wearing what had been a long sleeve shirt turned into a sleeveless, low cut crop top. A strong knot was underneath her swaying cleavage, the thin fabric sticking to her still wet breasts and exposing her nipples. "Got Milk?" was stretched across Lois' engorged breasts and her rounded face looked ready to commit murder. "Number two, don't buy clothes several sizes too big just in case I grow into them. Especially clothes for the buzzed hayseed girl role play," Lois insisted, tapping him on the chest with one purple painted nail and then picking up a fresh donut with the other, "if anyone sees me like this I am going to kill you, alright? I worked hard for my reputation and the idea of me as a barefoot and pregnant farm girl bulging out of cut offs is for private time. And are these fresh?" "I went to the coast and got the first ones the stores were putting out," Clark said, only for Lois to shush him. "I said don't say a word!" she insisted, licking frosting off her lips and gesturing at the breakfast spread,"Next up, you've got to stop feeding me like this! My metabolism has gone even crazier with this power fluctuation stuff, I must have gained 20lbs just today. When I think too hard about how fat I'm getting they short out, I'm worse than Kara ever was. Especially when I'm in a get up like this! If we don't watch it I'm going to be the size of the house and powerless. I took a horizontal promotion to temporary chief food critic at the planet and I'm going to be lucky not to weigh five hundred pounds by the time White hires a permanent replacement at the rate I'm going." Lois plopped her hips onto a bar stool, the toneless, overflowing flesh spilling onto the furniture next to the chair and dug into a second doughnut, "Fourth thing...," "You only said three things," Clark reminded, trying to look up at her face. "Shush, I married you to save the world and look pretty, not count," Lois said after swallowing, putting the third doughnut in her mouth and using both hands to untie the cord around her middle, before swallowing the third doughnut and picking up a fourth, "phew, feels great to let this air out. So, fourth thing, I've missed my birth control pill...for the past three weeks. This normally wouldn't matter much but I'd need a math degree to figure out how often we've banged in that period...which should have shown up last week by the way." "Wait, are you saying your pregnant again?" Clark asked her, blinking in amazement as she sucked frosting off her finger tips. "Well Clark, when we fuck a hundred times a month thanks to your fat fetish that can happen," Lois rolled her eyes as she picked up another pastry, "but I'm just saying its likely. So if we are expecting your job is to watch my diet. You remember how bad my cravings got last time I was knocked up, your job is to keep me under three hundred pounds until at least the sixth month mark. I like being curvy and sexy and knowing I make you hard every time my boobs make my bra seams pop, but I don't want people to look at me and think I'm some sort of obese cow. Oh and fifth thing is if you say moo to me one damn time, I'm punching you in the balls, you weird farmer pervert." Clark let the teasing insult bounce off as he would an artillery shell, "alright Lois, if that's what you want. In that case, how about you put down the last of that doughnut box..." Lois grabbed his hand in an iron grip as he reached for the pastry in front of her. Her purple eyes blazed in absolute, intimidating rage as she defiantly pulled the last of the sugary pastries from its box and started eating. "I said keep me under three hundred pounds, not act like some sort of diet Nazi. I'm possibly eating for two here, Smallville. Now hurry up with the eggs and toast and get me some cappuccino, tall, hazelnut, triple cream, four sugars," Lois ordered, "pick up some more donuts while you're out, I worked up an appetite and need the energy for the rest of the day." Clark sighed, knowing he was in for a very rough time over the next months. 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xandercroft Posted August 10, 2020 Share Posted August 10, 2020 Satellite destruction. No wonder Lex hates him. luthor turns on monitors* While fucking! This is deliberate! I’m going to form another supervillain team! (Starts to cry.). Batman76 and >_< 0_0 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 11, 2020 Share Posted August 11, 2020 God...with that much power, I'm surprised the moon is still in one piece. And that imagery at the end, with Lois bulging out of those clothes...that was mighty fine. Batman76 and xandercroft 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Batman76 Posted August 15, 2020 Author Share Posted August 15, 2020 and now the counter part of Lois' empowering gain. Karen finds out what its like to confront a supervillain with no powers while weighing 300 lbs...and it turns out she likes it... ....but the formatting is broken and I'm tired. I'll fix this tomorrow. Cyril Figgis, >_< 0_0 and xandercroft 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 15, 2020 Share Posted August 15, 2020 3 hours ago, Batman76 said: and now the counter part of Lois' empowering gain. Karen finds out what its like to confront a supervillain with no powers while weighing 300 lbs...and it turns out she likes it... ....but the formatting is broken and I'm tired. I'll fix this tomorrow. Damn you, technology. Letting us down again... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 15, 2020 Author Share Posted August 15, 2020 Chapter 25: Rock Bottom Bounce Power Girl went into her work at StarrWare the next Monday morning with mixed emotions. On the one hand, this was the best she'd felt in weeks. The blonde power house was feeling twinges of exercise endorphins for the first time since she'd answered Diana's summons. Not the huge rush she'd get in a massive fight against an evil doppleganger from yet another dimension or an evil Amazon or an alien conqueror, but the dregs were at least something. More than she'd gotten from her half hearted jogging sessions with the widening Wonder Woman. Even better than the endorphins was the way her clothes were fitting her. For the past few months, Karen's clothes had undergone a familiar pattern: get snug, get uncomfortable, get to the breaking point, up size, promise to do something about her staggering weight gain and then repeat. But that morning, after selecting a pair of stretchy black slacks and a black sweater due to a recent cool front, PG had been shocked to find them unexpectedly roomy. They weren't loose. They weren't baggy. But Karen walked the pants didn't pinch, her breasts didn't feel like they were about to pop her bra and she found herself not instinctively sucking in the sprawl of a gut her chiseled abdomen when she buttoned her pants had become for the first time she could remember. Maybe it was all those "work out" sessions with Wonder Woman finally taking effect or maybe her Super-Metabolism was finally doing its fucking job but Ms. Starr realized she was down several pounds. It'd be enough to put a skip in her step if not for the other problems, as not everything was so shiny bright. The crimson wigged woman who waddled into Starrware's lobby that morning, triple cream sugar latte clutched in one hand was more sore than she could remember. Karen's once bulging muscles twinged and twanged beneath her still thick layer of flab, everything from her glutes to her abs to her biceps were a horrible mix of strained, pulled and cramped. Power Girl's shoulders were slumped, her steps were short and there was a crick in her back that wouldn't go away. She hadn't felt this tired since she had fought an avatar of Darkseid to a standstill and her mind hadn't felt so groggy since the human passing alien had first arrived on Earth. "Unfortunately I don't think I out drank a fraternity each night this weekend," Karen moaned to herself as she got into the elevator, draining her latte on the way up, "what the hell did I do this weekend?" The groggy blonde probed her memories, able to think of nothing but...digging? Why would she be digging? Ugh, all the heroine wanted was more blessed, caffeinated, high dairy, sugary coffee to suck down when she got to her building's executive floor...but as soon as the elevator doors dinged open and the rotund woman's flat shoes walked into the main floor her pleasantly plump staff fell on her with the hunger of a flock of vultures on an elephant carcass. "Miss Starr, we need your signature on the UV light purchases!" "Miss Starr, we need a decision on the irrigation pipes!" "Miss Starr, you haven't named a project head for FDA testing!" "Miss Starr!" "Miss Starr!" "Miss Starr!" Everywhere Karen's blue eyes turned papers were being waved in her face by employees who were far, far busier than they should have been this early on a Monday. There was a strange surreal nature to it, the angles not making any sense. Blinking, wishing for more coffee, the super heroine inhaled deep enough to make her bra creak. "Quiet!" Karen yelled, putting just enough oomph into it to make them step back, "I've got an inbox for a reason people! Get it turned in and I'll get it back to you, but do it in *whew* order!" The CEO stomped forwards, using the prow of her belly to plow through them. Atlee fell in besides her, the extra chunky brunette geomancer slowing her step to match the fatter Peej's slower waddle. The assistance replaced her boss' coffee with another foamy latte as well as a donut as they entered Power Girl's office. "You put enough super power on that yell?" Atlee chuckled, "anymore and you'd have blown out the windows." "It was just enough to get them to quiet down, they'll just write it down to my size," Karen said shrugging out of her jacket, "people assume you're loud when you have big tits, especially if the rest of you is big too." "Yeah, although you're looking a little smaller," Atlee said, looking her once towering boss up and down to realize that they were now the same height. "You noticed? I lost a few pounds," Karen smiled, gesturing at her barely decreased belly, "finally. Now what was all of that stuff my employees trying to get me to sign? UV lights? Land purchases?" The subterranean brunette returned her question with a puzzled stare, "K, are you shitting me right now?" "Of course I"m not, all of that stuff was like we'd bought a whole new business over the weekend," Karen told her. "Weekend? Boss, that was ten days ago," Atlee said in amazement, "You launched the whole company down an entirely new path! Selling miracle super foods and biofuels, fuck we spent all week getting permits and FDA approvals at break neck speeds and buying half the defunct dairy farms in upstate New York, with the two of us spending every night digging out enough tunnels and chambers to bury the city three times over! You were upstate all weekend getting the subterranean growth chambers set up!" Karen could only stare dumbfounded at her friend. Searching her memory she could only find a dim haze stretching back to a meeting with two women so immensely fat they outmatched her in bulk... "What do...," the blonde began, only for the ring of a desk phone in her waiting room to interrupt her. "Crap, my actual job!" Atlee said, the overweight girl hurrying to her desk with a rasp of pantyhose. Power Girl was left to stew for a moment, trying to put her thoughts together. Ten missing days from her memory, what the fuck? She pulled her phone from her purse to confirm it, forehead crinkling in wrinkle leaving alarm to see she had indeed lost early September! Stranger still, she'd received and sent several texts in that time: telling Wonder Woman that she was too busy to work out for some time, dealing with basic work stuff, telling the League she was still on the inactive roster and communicating with... "Harley," Karen growled to herself, squeezing her phone so hard a crack ran across its screen. ..... "Hey Peej, looking lean!" the clown princess of crime grinned at Karen as the corpulent heroine waddled into the office two floors down. Quinn was wearing a ridiculously tight red blouse and black micro skirt. The first was vaccuumed to her droopy cleavage, chubby arms and full gut. The later was showing more leg flesh than there had been Harley before all this started, the immense panty hoed stems bulging from the cankle above her chunky black high heels to the thigh rolls beneath her skirt. Her coke bottle glasses were lit with the reflection of video game propped on her dimpled knees and fresh donut powder was on her lips. "Harley, what the hell are you doing in my building!?" the furious Kryptonian snarled, eyes glowing red with barely restrained rage at the mega-pear with her feet up on a company desk, "What the hell happened in the last two weeks?" "Jeez Peej, you say that to little ole me like you're angry or I had anything to do with it! It's not my fault you recognized a good business opportunity when you saw it!" Harley Quinn smiled back at her, her many chinned face split into a purely innocent smile. The angry alien had the reformed super criminal in her grips a second later, raising her up by the arm pits. A connoisseur of booties even before infection, Karen was somewhat taken aback by how much Harley she was lifting. Her previous memories of Harley were of a rail thin blonde with powerful, slim legs, a flat stomach, a round and taut bubble butt and small breasts. She'd trippled in size since that wacky space adventure: chins ran down her thick neck, her gut pressed tight against the buttons of of her suit, her legs made Karen's thick stems look like a prima ballerinas and her ass was so wide that her office chair was still stuck to it even as the Kryptonian lifted her up! "Shame about the tits though! For a little while I too was a member of the blonde and busty club," Harley sighed in Peej's grip, hefting her saggy C cups, "then I had to mouth off to that dumb narrator and go back to the itty bitty titty committee. Easy come, easy go I guess. Did the same thing happen to your height?" Despite Quinn's insistence they were bosom buddies, Karen didn't count Harley as a friend. The Joker's ex was more on the side of the angels anymore but still a consummate law breaker who'd kill in self defense even after her reformation. Power Girl would tolerate her on occasion, but more as an annoying relative to be kept out of trouble. "My company spent three billion dollars on whatever lunatic idea you and Ivy sold me two weeks ago," Karen snarled, "we're mortgaged to the hilt on this and we've nearly cleaned out our accounts. I didn't build this company up from nothing to lose it in some batshit crazy super villain scheme!" "Peej, Peej, Peej," Harley grinned down at her, eyes going not to Karen's glowing ones but to the heroine's always exposed bust, "you're gonna make a hundred times that back! We'll have got the first batch of biofuel orders ready to roll out to market at the end of the week and this time next week all of the food is gonna be flying off the shelves!" "What the hell are you talking about? What did you do to me?" the Kryptonian hissed, so furious she was feeling her muscles actually flex. "I didn't do nuthin!" Harley insisted, throwing her chins out, "my little ginger love muffin ...might have given you a mind control muffin though...but really I gotta ask what you did to you! Didn't get a chance last time you were in your faculties but daaaamnn girl, you got big! How'd ya do it? Weird kryptonite? Science experiment gone wrong? Ancient mummy's curse? Or the old fashioned way with heavy cream, chocolate sauce, pudding and a funnel? I love the funnel, but Ivy's getting too big to hold her arms up over her head without feeling woozy anymore." "...what?" Karen asked, feeling her strength begin to fade, the three hundred and fifty or so pounds of ex-psychiatrist in her arms growing heavier and sliding towards the floor as her grip weakened. "Ha, don't act like you don't know! You used to be like an add for steroids and silicone," Quinn explained, reaching down and running her fingers under Karen's sweater to give her stomach a squeeze and shake, "now this thing comes into the room two minutes before you huff and puff your way in! You turned into your own before picture!" "Shut up, for once in your life shut up!" Power Girl hissed, her arms starting to shake and her forehead sweating at the effort of holding a mere 350 pounder a few inches off the ground. "When you'd waddled into the meeting last Friday I thought we'd found the wrong girl. No way that the almighty Peej had let herself get that fat! Color me crimson to find out you'd just put on a quick hundred and fifty pounds," Harley smiled, her body quivering with Karen's shaking limbs and her not insubstantial gut resting atop the other blonde's, "you've lost a little with all that digging but don't worry, once you try the real deal on the treats Ivy cooked up it'll come back quicker than you can say Mr. Mzxypitslt or whatever it is." "Shut up, shut up, shut up," Karen hissed, her grip on her increasingly tenuous grip on her super powers sliding away with her self confidence, shit it was like she was a teenager fresh to her abilities anymore, "I'm not fat, I'm not fat, I still have my powers!" "Uh, sorry to break the news I guess, but you're pretty damn fat PG. Like, if not for my exquisite derriere being your company's liason with Ivy, you'd be the fattest lady in the office by like eighty pounds. Found out last week in the breakroom those nice girls in the secretary pool have a running bet anymore about how much stuff you'll knock over with that gut of yours every day. If you told me you were trying to rebirth the whole Kryptonian race I'd buy it!" Harley said, her toes touching the ground and her eyes taking on a slightly sadistic shine, "And as for powers...well I've never had em but yours are not at your peak. I've seen you fight lean girl and you were tossing flying saucers like Frisbees on a college quad, last week you were huffing and puffing moving dirt. You had to take snack breaks to keep your blood sugar up even! And you were moving waaay slower at the end of the week, probably should have let you tan." Karen was leaning into Harley by then, immense gut and giant breasts pressed into her tormentor's smaller torso. The full weight of her obesity was settling onto her, making knees and back complain at the press of her gut and the pull of her breasts. She was biting her lip and stifling a moan, her legs pressed tight together and her paler chubby cheeks were red. Shame, fear and arousal were shooting through her, memories of being a helpless whale on Crete flowing into her head and finding a welcome home in her libido. Power Girl was obese and powerless, fat and helpless and it was turning her on something fierce... "You know Peej," Harley said with a grin, pushing her spectacles up her nose, "but as a formerly licensed psychiatrist, I can't help but feel you took a might bit aroused by that diatribe! That you've spent so long glorying in being strong and buff and invincible, that the thought of being weak, fat and helpless has turned into a stimulating taboo!" "Shut...up!" Karen growled, smacking a fist into Harley's shoulder. That should have turned the clown into a fine pink mist, but instead fat fist and fat chest just jiggled. "And you know, I wouldn't mind continuing said diatribe. You shut the door on the way in, the blinds are drawn, the walls are thick and I don't have neighbors...," Harley teased, running a finger across the expanse of Karen's increasingly white breasts, "all I need from you is permission to go on bullying you..." PG's breath was catching in her chest. She wanted to punt this insane hellion into orbit...and to hear her whisper how fucking fat Karen was getting into her ear. Right now she was weak and helpless, at the mercy of anyone not obscenely out of shape... "I'm...I'm just...I'm totally fine," the weakened Karen said, releasing the already standing Quinn, "Its only a couple pounds I think but if its really noticeable you should tell me..." She looked up at Quinn, noticing that she was somehow looking up at Quinn and gulped, "if I'm looking kinda fat or weak...can't let Power Girl seem imperfect...don't spare my feelings either." Harley smiled an evil, cheshire grin. Her plump hands went to her hips, pushing off the undersized office chair that had been stuck to her mammoth ass this whole time. She waddled past Karen to her door, peaking through to make sure no one on the mostly vacant floor was nearby, then locked both handle and dead bolt. Peej felt mounting dread seeing Quinn's malevolant waddle, the sheer immensity of the former villain intimidating her. That Harley was pure butter and couldn't out fight an angry puppy didn't matter, Karen let herself revel in the feeling of being physically intimidated. "Oh Peej, I won't disappoint ya. The safe word is potata," Harley grinned, "now ditch the panties." Karen blinked, "I...prefer to keep them on..." She was cut off by Harley pinching her lips shut, "You don't get to prefer anymore Powerless Girl. You're not one of the world shaping supers anymore, you're one of the little people. And I do mean little, I know getting super fat in your upper body can press on your joints some but you? You're down six or seven inches!" Harley put a palm to her own forehead, angling it down to meet Power Girl's reduced stature. The surrealness of the office and her employees was explained, she was viewing everything from half a foot lower... "The old days of 6'2 PG are gonzo, done, finite. You're weak now, pathetic like all the normal people, miss 5'5. I wonder, will you keep shrinking as your energy reserves run out? What'll you go down to, 5'3? 5 even?" Quinn said, not releasing Karen's lips, "In any event, you disobeyed Mistress Harley and that means ...punishment." Harley let Karen's lips go and waddled behind her, immense hips brushing the shrunken Kryptonian's gut. Quinn grabbed Starr's soft shoulders, whipping her around and pushing her onto the mostly empty desk. As out of shape as Harley was she wouldn't have been able to do it if Karen had resisted, but words had done what tank divisions would have once been unable to do: break Power Girl. "Little people like you don't get a voice in the hero and villain fights. And Ivy insists that its a hero villain fight with us as the heroes, so congrats Peej. You're a supporting character now, that's a big promotion for a little person like you," Harley opined, one hand pressing Karen to the desk and the other running her fingers down Power Girl's back fat towards her hips, fingers snaking inside the back of her jeans, "but you gotta know your place. You're a fat little nerd, kind of a cute one for people who like em short and stacked, which I do, but your brain is still thinking of you as a towering, one of a kind power house. You spent too long as the fake you, bronzed and super human and confident, when the real obese, timid you was waiting inside all along. Let me catch you up on what strong, go getter Jocks like me do to little fat nerds who don't know their place..." Karen felt her panties, already damp, tighten. She blinked realizing that Harley was pulling her lacy thong out of her stretch slacks. "Back in college I used to love doing this to any nerd who ran her mouth about me sleeping my way through a psych degree," Harley explained, jerking the panties tighter and tighter, "it's called a wedgie Karen and its the first of many." The sensation pulled tighter and tighter, Karen's eyes widening as it pressed against her throbbing clit. She tried to rise with it but Harley pushed her down. Karen involuntarily pushed against her, gasping to find out she couldn't actually stand up, that Harley had her pinned one handed. "Pah, look at you. You can't even push yourself off a desk your so out of shape. Remember when you were somebody? When you could have kicked my ass even without powers you were so jacked? Look at you know, pathetic, i'm pinning you down with one hand and my blood pressure is higher than the national debt. That belly of yours alone could hold you down," Harley sneered, sawing the panties back and forth like a master violinist with her bow, earning sighs and moans from Karen, "its like you're lugging around a jumbo sized bean bag chair under your shirt. Its so toneless, you can't figure out whether to pull your pants under it or let them pinch it in the middle. Pull your shirt off, I wanna see it naked." "What, what?" Karen gasped between moans, Harley responding by pulling the panties ever higher. "Instant obedience, that's what you give Mistress Harley, Powerless Girl. Off with the shirt or you lose bra privileges and with the size of those hooters you've got, you'll be tripping over them in a week if the back pain doesn't put you in a wheel chair first," Harley reminded, licking her lips as Karen hauled off her sweater, knocking over pencils and empty mugs from Harley's desk, the black wool getting caught around her head, "not that you won't be mobility scooter bound soon. I'm guessing a year until there's too much you for you to carry? Think about that Karen Starr, Power Girl, depedent on a humming electric engine to get from place to place, its overloaded motor groaning to drag the quarter ton of cake frosting your muscles turned into..." "Ugghhhhhh," was all Karen could offer, eyes crossing as orgasm neared, only to be denied, the click of scissors sounding as Harley snipped through her panties and pulled the ruined fabric free. "Oh God, you're so damn pathetic, getting off on your own wedgie. Kite Man could burst in and rob this place and you couldn't do anything!" Harley giggled, waving the cut panties like a flag, "roll over if you can and I'll help you, like you're three!" With a moan and a fat girl grunt, the blinded Karen rolled over, Quinn cackling at the red mark the desk edge had left across her stomach. "Here let me get that sweater fatty, god knows a lardass like you can't be trusted with something so difficult as undressing. I'm gonna set a new ground rule for you, dresses only at work. It'll give me easy access and make things easier on you as you get big," Harley ordered, "Understood?" Dresses? Karen hated dresses, they messed with her ball buster attitude! A sharp smack across her stomach shook her from her revelry, the pain making her blink back tears. "I said understood, fatty?" Harley sneered. "Under-ugh-stood,' Karen gasped, "Mistress Harley..." "Good to hear, you're learning your place," Quinn smiled, running her hands over the red palm print she'd left on the other blondes' pale gut, neading and fondling the milky rolls, "Look at this tummy. Used to be I'd break every bone in my hand smacking your belly like that, now I can use you as a pillow. Your abs were so tight I could count em through your costume and now your gut's so fucking fat I can count your rolls through a sweater. Say, what's that really breastaraunt with the jerk off website, you know, the one that treats super ladies like pieces of meat?" "S-superbabes!" the humiliated Karen gasped, the sensation of the pinching belly rub driving her as crazy as the insults. "And what did they rate you as having last year?" Harley asked, spreading her hands and squeezing two handfuls of belly fat, nails digging in cruelly to the suet soft sprawl as she jiggled and shook it, "Come on Peej, vain as you are I know you read every word and committed it to memory. If you don't tell me, I'm gonna take a picture of you like this..." "Power Girl's prime assets have won six years in a row," Karen panted, the review slipping from her mouth, "but look a little lower and you'll find the best abs in the super hero business! Stronger than steel and taught as a drum, the Lady of Steel looks to never miss a workout! This makes her the only Superbabe of 2019 to win two categories....ugh, ugh, ugh, ahhhhh!" The orgasm began by surprise, the recitation of old victories compared with her current predicament bringing Karen to climax. Her screams were cut off by her own panties being stuffed into her mouth, she nearly choked as the orgasm shot through her. Her eyes rolled into her head and her toes curled, her heart threatening to burst from her chest and her loins feeling aflame, Harley continuing to shake her belly until the mind blowing sensation relented. "You all done? That was a quick one, we didn't even get to your tits for crap sake. I can tell someone hasn't gotten laid in a while, surprised you didn't have a heart attack," Harley smiled evilly, patting Karen's gut like it was a trophy and pulling the panties from the other's mouth, "probably not since you were buff, huh? Not like any sex you got from your hard thighs and flat abs counts, that sex was from the old you, the skinny you that's all gone. This is like losing your virginity again and it comes with a price." "Ugh, what...what do you want?" the Kryptonian moaned, both pleased and disgusted with herself. "Good response," Harley grinned, "what I want, my little chubette, is for Power Girl to be dead." Karen's response was cut off by a cruel pinch to the belly. "Not you, you idiot. The name Power Girl, she's already done what she's needed too digging all those tunnels and setting up all those lights. Now she's gone, finito and kaput. When you go home today, you're gonna take all them white leotards and blue boots and put em in the garbage," Quinn ordered, "and you're gonna text the justice league and say you quit." Quit being a hero? Quit the League? Was this clown nuts?...Dumb question of course she was! She was Power Girl damn it and she wasn't going to take this sitting down! "No, how about I stop whatever insane plan you and Ivy have cooking instead?" Karen snarled, trying to roll to her feet only for Harley's immense ass to sit on her! "No? You don't get to say no. You don't get to say anything!" the bigger woman laughed, Karen's struggles making her shake, "You stopped being a player and started being a pawn, unless you want to say potata." "W-what?" Karen gasped, barely able to breath under the immense weight of 350lbs of fired psychiatrist. "You say Potata, the session ends and I get up. You find enough pride to get some strength back, squeeze into a super suit and haul my fat ass to jail. They'll throw me back in Arkham and throw away the key. I won't even struggle and I promise, cross my heart and hope to never eat saturated fats again I'll keep your secret identity to myself. You'll never see me again, that was my last chance parole and I'm too big to escape" Harley shrugged nonchalantly, "not like I can squeeze through the air vents anymore. You go find some super doctor to proke and prod and figure out why you went from jacked to jiggling, you go back to your normal, every day super powered self..." Harley leaned back, laying her face next to Karen on the desk and whispering in her ear, "and I promise ya, you'll never get your mind blown like I can blow it. You think that little insult session and belly play was something? Wait till I get you in a private place and funnel feed you out of your clothes, wait till I get you suspended from the ceiling and whip your ass red, wait till I start pointing out them cute little forehead wrinkles you're getting and the little grey hair I can see in your roots. I'll turn you into a quivering sack of jello with the self esteem of a snail who orgasms ten times a day. You can pretend to be the Boss at this company until I'm ready to turn you into my personal toy, but you clear everything work related through me first. Your choice." Power Girl gasped, trying to decide, trying to breathe... Quinn wriggled off of her, the other obese blonde wiping sweat off of her forehead. She pulled two twenties from her purse and slid them into Karen's bra, jostling the huge tits for good measure. "Getting some veins in those milkers girl, I'm sure those b**s don't stay up anymore do they?" Harley grinned, tossing the sweater back to Karen, "go across the street to Luthorbucks, get me a half caff Americano. Then buy yourself all the pastries the rest of that will buy, I want you back over three bills by the end of the week." Karen sat up, her brow furrowing in anger and her face burning with rage, stalking forwards and for a moment seemed taller as she neared Harley, her flats starting to hover off the ground,"Fuck you Quinn. How about I leave you tied naked to the Eiffel tower again instead? I don't know what you did earlier but the very idea that I'd give up all of my powers just because you shit talked me is fucking ludicrous! I hope Arkham has jump suits with a 66 inch hip measurements for you!" Harley yawned instead "Bitch, I said a half caff Americano and you didn't say potata! You lose bra privileges for the rest of today for that little outburst, hand it over." Power Girl raised a fist, ready to punch her tormentor through the wall...and timidly undid the front clasp of her bra. Pendulous hooters surged out, milky white and shot through with blue veins down to the broad aereolas. Her shoulders immediately complained as the boobs pulled downwards to touch her stomach, her head following them as she looked sheepishly at the ground. "Oh, you can learn. You're only fat and not stupid," Harley said, "good. Next time I see defiance from you, you're going to work naked. Now get that sweater over your head and get me my fucking coffee. Move that cute little ass, go!" Karen felt a smack on her butt as she waddled outside, still pulling her sweater over her head. The whole humiliating, flopping ride down the elevator and back twinging walk across the road, her phone burned in her pocket. Itching for her to call the justice league for back up. But instead she deleted the contact number as she waited in line. Before she could put it away, a text hummed in from Diana, the picture showing a leaner, smiling brunnette. "Karen, do you desire to spend leisure time together this evening? I've purchased one of the blue rays and need help using it," the Amazon asked. The ex-power house blinked, unsure how to answer. Harley wouldn't want her spending time with Wonder Woman...but Harley had only said work related stuff would go through her...and it wasn't like she was going to tell Diana what was happening. Back in Harley's office, Quinn was collapsed in her chair. The ex-clown was fanning herself, tongue lolling from her mouth and trying not to have a heart attack from sheer terror. "Jesus Christ I thought she was gonna tear my head off. In what sort of fucked up, poorly written, hackneyed world could a plan like that even work? Teasing her into submission?" Harley groaned upwards towards where the narration was coming from, "You know, if you let me get back in shape, not even all the way just most of it, and I'll make her oink like a pig." Harley smiled, for the first time in months not feeling hungry. Cyril Figgis, venusderuebens, lyle81992 and 5 others 3 1 1 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scl04 Posted August 15, 2020 Share Posted August 15, 2020 Quite the turn of events to say the least, it seems like Harley has found a new toy in Power Girl who has a deeper kink than she knew about and Ivy's plan is still going smoothly for the moment. Now what both her and Harley don't know is that she still has a connection with Wonder Woman outside the Justice League and that may be their downfall, but I'll have to wait and see for that I guess (as a side note it was really sneaky of Harley to bargain with the "author" in such a way in the end 😋). Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 16, 2020 Share Posted August 16, 2020 Oh my god...that might be my favorite chapter so far. PG sinking into this submissive role, Harley bluffing her way into superiority, and that ending...if I wasn't hooked before, that would have done it. Can't wait to see what sort of debauchery will ensue from here, especially if Harley starts losing weight. Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted August 16, 2020 Share Posted August 16, 2020 I’m curious what all the digging was about 🤔 wouldn’t Atlee be better at ground stuff? Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 22, 2020 Author Share Posted August 22, 2020 On 8/16/2020 at 12:44 AM, >_< 0_0 said: I’m curious what all the digging was about 🤔 wouldn’t Atlee be better at ground stuff? I'll have to explain that later. She would be and helped later on, but it's not like Ivy could stand sitting around in clothes and giving orders instead of just lying back and eating for long enough to see events develop. She left that to Harley... And now to Wonder Woman and her new super power of having a giant ass.. Chapter 26: The Amazon Prepares: "Everyone on the ground, this is a fucking robbery!" a man with an assault rifle yelled, firing a burst of bullets into the ceiling of the grocery store. Shoppers hit the ground with cries of terror, children screamed out in fear and Diana, Princess of the Amazons, let out a sigh. The Amazon carefully placed several reusable shopping bags packed tight with food onto the checkout conveyor, rolled up the sleeves of her jacket to expose her bullet blocking bracelets and strolled towards the handful of crooks, a snarl crossing her beatific features at having to deal with this. It wasn't that she was lazy, it was in a hurry and this was going to slow her day down massively. "I am most annoyed at this criminal interruption. Armed robbery and destruction of property? Have you no shame?" Diana asked, the towering Amazon looming over the trio of armed, masked men. "Shut the fuck up fatty and get on the ground!" the largest of the robbers yelled pointing a shotgun at the world's most beautiful woman. "...Did you just call me the Warrior Princess sneered, plump lips stretching into a feral snarl across her shining teeth and sea blue eyes blazing with rage. An outside observer would have noted that while the crook was clearly in the moral wrong in this situation, he was technically right. Diana remained an eye searing beauty, her features and build too perfect for mere humanity to aspire too...but since setting foot on Crete the Princess had packed on more than a hundred pounds of pure plumpness. Blue athletic leggings clung to her legs; their capri cut showed off the bronzed cankles her once delicate ankles had ballooned into while their spandex inner thighs were already wearing thigh beneath the rasping pressure of the Amazon's inflated legs. Their vacuum packed tightness continued upwards, Diana's dislike of underwear clear from her visible camel toe. "I said-ugh!" the largest crook began again, his words cut off by an enormous rip and a huge crash as Diana's foot caught him in the solar plexus and sent him flying through a water melon stand. "I carry a warrior's campaign weight, that my muscles might have plenty of nutrients!" Diana growled, checking with a glance to see her victim was still alive, with one long, thick leg still extended, "And I...uh..." Fall had brought cooler temperatures and cold air was blowing through the still open store doors right onto the Amazon's suddenly exposed butt. Taut and steely buns had exploded into bronze colored couch cushions, each cheek big as a basket ball and so softly round that when Diana walked their jiggling mass could be seen from the front. Both of those smooth cheeks, miraculously clear of stretchmark or cellulite, were fully exposed through an entirely ripped back seam. "Ummm...," Diana began, redness spreading across her ever so slightly softer cheeks, "I...." A faint chuckle began behind her, one of the goons either insane or suicidal or just overwhelmed by a trampoline worth of butt fat hanging in front of him. "Shut up!" Wonder Woman gasped, spinning around and wrapping the shot gun around the man's torso, pinching his arm's shut. She heard the cock of a gun behind her and spun. Diana's arms shot up to block each bullet with their old speed, her daily training having kept her arms fast. But fast as she still was, her arms had still gotten quite puffy: chiseled upper arms had turned into buttery jiggles while her lean forearms now mushroomed around the bracers. Wonder Woman had had quite some trouble getting them clicked onto her forearms that morning and to her shock one of them popped off after bouncing a bullet. The sprung armor piece shot across the lobby and smacked the goon in the forehead, knocking him flat with a comical "gong" sound. "Umm...relax free shoppers, you've all been saved!" Diana announced, calmly taking off her leather jacket and tying it around her waist to cover up her exposed butt crack, having to suck in her gut to get the sleeves to fully tie. As Wonder Woman expected through long experience, the shoppers were soon up on her feet and thanking her. But this was the first time that the Amazon warrior had actually stopped a crime since her inadvertent plumpening at the hands of Bacchus. She tried to remind herself that there was nothing wrong with having some extra padding on her figure and to stand tall...but couldn't help sucking in her belly a little bit. Not that that was the biggest issue, what with Diana's ass rising out behind her like a shelf. The store's manager hurried over, a middle aged woman caught in between relief and fear, "T-thank you Ma'am! You saved us but who are you...?" Diana wanted to tell her that she was Wonder Woman, champion of peace and the most famous heroine in the entire world. It was the first time on this planet she hadn't been recognized in a decade...but then her famous costume was sitting in a duffel bag in her closet because she couldn't get it over her body. And her famous figure and features were rather...warped. Long, sculpted legs had grown thick and beefy enough she had to waddle. Diana's tiny waist had ballooned into a pampered paunch that came with spongy love handles. Her arms were chubby and the less she said about the pair of yoga balls that existed where her tight buns had been the better. Even her face was starting to soften up, cheeks and jaw losing definition. "I'm ...well, you see I'm...," Diana swallowed, wishing she'd planned for this. The harsh words of her mother, Queen Hippolyta came back to her. Her centuries long adolescence where nothing she'd done was good enough, where every minor flaw was rubbed in her face until by long practice she'd overcome her childhood tendency to chubbiness and become a proper Amazon. Diana swallowed, tried to suck her stomach in even further, foolishly attempting to hide a hundred pounds of fat. The temptation to lie was immense, but the Amazon knew she couldn't. She was dedicated to the truth, lying would be like using her powers for evil... "I'm, well, w-well I'm Wonder Woman," she smiled, wishing she could suck in her gigantic ass even as her stomach began to tremble from being sucked in for so long,"and it was a p-pleasure to help you." She knew, despite never admitting it out loud, that she'd turned into a whale. That she needed a desperate diet to finally dump the eleven pounds she'd gained since Steve had broken up with her, the fifty pounds she'd gained from the Bacchanalia and the fifty she'd gained since. That she was pathetic, a shameful wreck who should flee less she frighten them all with her lard... "Wonder Woman...," the manager said slowly, lowering her glasses to better take in the clearly very overweight brunette in front of her, "...again thank you so much, is there anything we can do to thank you? These men would have robbed us blind at best!" "I can't take any gifts," Diana said, her stomach begging to relax and her nose sniffing the delicious waft of fresh pastries from the bakery. "Wonder Woman, can I get a selfie!" a small girl yelled, running up with eager delight in her eyes at seeing her hero. "Well you see, I"m very busy and I...," Diana began to say, not eager to be photographed at this size but seeing the child's pure happiness at meeting her, feeling her heart melt "...just a few...." Just a few selfies, surely it couldn't hurt.... .... Back at her rural Virginian home, tucked far away from the hustle and bustle of Washington DC, Diana took her frustration out on a dead tree. "Curse Al Gore and his benighted Internet a thousand and one times," the Amazon snarled over the loud *thocks!* of her axe. Each swing of her mighty arms hewed through the three foot trunk with the ease of cutting softened butter, leaving vast wheels of wood in her path. "Why should information even go that quickly? And why do photographs need to be shared! Much less viral!" the perfect woman complained to the air, finishing cutting the top of the trunk into tiny pieces. Normal humans would have needed chainsaws and an entire team to cut up a tree so quickly, but Diana had done it in seconds. Sweat hadn't even risen on her bronze skin and she wasn't breathing quickly...which was a problem. When you had the strength of hercules, the speed of Hermes and the endurance of Atlas, it was difficult to find exercises that could get you sweating. Diana picked up one of the hundred pound wood slabs with the ease of picking up paper, further grumbling coming from her beestung lips as she walked it over to her target stand. "Why is viral even a good thing? Its certainly not for me!" the amazon seethed, putting the wood slab on a stand and stalking over to where throwing axes and javelins waited on a haybale. Nothing answered her but a series of "Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!" sounds. Diana's cheeks burned, knowing they weren't from a hidden audience but from the slap of her own thighs smacking together as she waddled. A waddle...she had a waddle... "Thank Apollo and Hera that there's only one computer on the Island. If mother were to see those headlines she'd fly her directly and spank this ass off of me!" Wonder Woman moaned to herself, picking up a throwing axe and knocking over the stand of javelins with the swollen sphere of her rump. 'Ugh, Gods why me?" she moaned, tossing the axe up and down with long skill and stepping forwards to hurl it down range, a sonic boom roaring as it broke the sound barrier. The Amazons traditionally fought with the bow, the javelin, the two headed axe and the lasso. Diana had trained with them for thousands of years, even without her strength she'd have reached a level of unbelievable skill. Millennium of knowing exactly how her body would perform any movement had given the brunette martial perfection worthy of a warrior princess... But nevertheless the axe missed its mark, spinning into the woods to exploded against the large stones Diana used as a responsible backdrop. Wonder Woman frowned, knowing the problem: Her strength was a gift from the Gods and thus couldn't be removed, but despite daily practice she still couldn't correct for how much Diana there was. When she stepped forwards to throw, her arm didn't move at the right speed because of her her bingo wing dragged across her arm fat and her thighs didn't step at the same speed, making the axe go high. "Ahhh, curse it by the spirit of Ares!" she hissed, going through the rest of her throwing weapons with similar results until her armory was in need of restocking, "why will this horrible fat not leave my frame!" Diana knew the answer to that question, but had no interest in answering it. On the island, when her life had been firmly under her mother's thumb, the Princess had had no capability to stray away from the strict diet of an Amazon warrior. And even if she had, the only sweet in the entire island chain was honey. On Man's world, unmonitored she could eat whatever she wanted, held back only by her own discipline. That discipline had held firm for long years as a heroine, until a harsh argument had left her suddenly single and with a hole in her soul that only food could fill. A year of feasting had left only the tiniest layer over her abdominals but then... "Artemis of the Hunt, please find me worthy of your favor today," the training Amazon grunted to herself, picking up her long bow from a small table and steadfastly ignoring the continuously buzzing cell phone next to it. While her arms and legs fouled her skill with axe and javelin, a different body part foiled Diana's attempts to keep up her bow skills. Inhaling, sucking her stomach in far as she could, the near divine woman knocked an arrow to teh bow, pushed its shaft with one hand and pulled the string with the other. The taut string pulled back...into Diana's belly. "Come on, I am not...I could not be that big...," the brunette sighed to herself, trying to suck her stomach in more and failing, finding herself at her limit, "I...I c-could n-not have gained that much!" The slightly stuttering super heroine looked downwards, as she was loath to do. In the olden days, foolish legends of men had said that the Amazons all had removed a breast to not harm their archery. It was untrue, few of Diana's people had a bust more than what modern Americans would call a B cup. She'd been unusually busty for a lean Amazon, something she'd been much teased for, finding herself a DD cup upon learning what a bra-size was. But it wasn't Wonder Woman's now E cup breasts that were at issue with her bow string. It was the well fed paunch, third most popular destination for calories on her figure after her ass and legs and currently digesting an unwisely large feast Diana had scarfed down to kill the anxiety over being photographed in her current state. She gave the bow a few more tries before letting fall to the table again and picked up her phone. "Hera give me strength to deal with this," Diana sighed, waddling back to her home, too dispirited to do her run or horse back ride that day. She hadn't actually run since Power Girl had said she'd gotten too busy, loathe to do the workout alone. Nor had she ridden since her horse had started sighing whenever she put her now near 300 lb bulk onto the animal's poor abused back. "Ugh, can't this day just be over already?" the dark haired beauty said to herself, with dread opening the phone's feed and gulping at the news: "This is perfection!?" one tabloid demanded, showing a screen shot of her ripping her pants as she kicked a crook. "Wonder Woman Widens!" another crowed, showing the very unflattering selfie that made her look even fatter than she was. "American Diet Conquers Amazon!" a third proclaimed, showing a pic of Diana loading bag after bag of junk into her motorcycle's side car. "Superbabes announces it removes Wonder Woman from rankings" a tna website announced. "Cursed journalists, why don't they bother someone else?" she moaned, making herself scroll down further, each flicker of her thumb the effort Atlas spent holding up the earth. "Wonder Woman gains weight (and that's okay)" boomed one major editorial written by Vicky Vale in Gotham City. "Why a Plus Size Super Heroine is so important today" another major news site said. "How Wonder Woman still inspires us!" a feminist site pronounced. "Wonder Woman, still sexy," a special opinion piece by Lois Lane in the Daily Planet wrote seductively. "Well, it could be worse I suppose. At lest someone is happy I've gained weight...," Diana sighed, running plump fingers over her gut and scrolling down further. "Zoom meeting with mother at 3pm," Alarm Clock said. 'What an odd headline why would...oh Gods no!" Diana squealed, eyes narrowing to pin pricks as she realized what it meant and that it was 2:57pm on the dot. The pear shaped Amazon hit her door with the speed of a bullet. Her door had been unlocked and cracked open, but Diana's yard wide, invincible hips ripped the door knob straight out of the wood in her rush. She activated her rarely used laptop and rushed upstairs, the 9.5 on the Richter scale shake of her hips knocking the railing off the stairs. At 2:58 Diana was in front of her computer, nerves rattling her worse than any villain ever h, and buckling a struggling breastplate into place. Her breasts weren't the real issue, she'd barely grown there, but the Amazon had picked up plentiful layers of back fat to test the leather straps. She just barely got the strap hooked when the video call app popped up, showing a terrified, dishelved, and very plump Diana Prince wearing a far too tight bronze breast plate. "Come on, come on, where is the cursed mirror spell Oracle showed me," Diana hissed to herself, clumsily messing with the settings until she activated a slimming app, "Gods it hurts me to lie even a little but if mother saw me..." Immediately the moving picture of Wonder Woman in the computer altered: the slight cherubic bulge to her cheeks smoothed, her cheekbones emerging again, the little bulge of fat under her chin disappeared to show lean jawline, her soft neck grew slim and her puffy shoulders trim. Of course the app was probably programmed by a man so her breasts didn't go back down, but Diana hoped it wouldn't be noticed. Themyscira wasn't exactly a wifi hot spot and her five thousand year old mother was no computer wiz. Thinking of the Devil, or the Amazon Queen, made her appear, the call request coming in exactly as scheduled. "Hera show me mercy," Diana begged the Gods and hit accept. "Diana? Daught-zzzttt-er can you hea-zzzttt-r me?" the blurry static that was the Queen of the Amazons asked. "Yes mother, although you're a little ...unclear, can you hear me?" Diana asked, feeling guilty that she wished her monthly call with her mother would end. "I can bar-zzzttt-ly see you, wait now I can see you," Hippolyta said, the static suddenly turning to a clear picture of her mother. Hippolyta had been a woman grown when the first pyramids were new yet looked no older than her daughter. The Queen's platinum hair gleamed the white gold of a harvest moon, her blue eyes as powerful and wild as the storm tossed sea, her peachy skin was smooth and fresh as a newly cut apple and her high cheeks and firm jaw could chisel granite. "Mother, you look radiant as ever," Diana said, involuntarily sucking in her stomach even though the computer was positioned to only show her from the chest up, "how is Themyscira?" "The same as it ever is, dear daughter. How goes your crusade to spread the cause of truth, justice and beauty through the world of men?" the Queen asked her daughter. "Oh...it is a d-daily struggle, but I-I K-keep going," Diana stuttered nervously, trying not to smile so dimples didn't show and steadfastly ignoring the new alert on her phone that read "Is a fattening new supervillain on the prowl or is it just American food?" "You're breaking up my daughter, these cursed machines are useless," the Queen said. "It must be on my end," the Amazon Princess said, not untruthfully. "We are looking forwards to your return for the rites of Hera at mid-winter," her mother said, "it will be good to see you dance again beneath the moon, a sight for sore eyes!" "Oh I'm sure it will....," the huge assed heroin offered, thinking of the punishing day of athletic activities before the full night of dancing, "but I have a special announcement..." "Oh? Don't tell me did you finally... I thought your bosom was looking rather unusually plump and had hoped it wasn't just you slacking," her mother gasped, eyes full of hope and perfect lips forming a tiny o of excitement. "N-n-not quite yet but very very soon!" Wonder Woman promised waggling a finger to promise. Unfortunately, although Diana's hands and forearm seemed slim in the picture her chubby limbs were soft, cuddly and much to big for her bracers to fully snap shut. The ancient artifact popped off, flying off screen. Diana reached for it, but while her reflexes remained quick her bra strap was too strained to constrain her. Leather snapped and a bronze boob plate flew popped off the tall woman's chest with the force of a cannon shot, cracking into the top of her laptop and knocking the screen flat. "Diana? Diana I can't see you!" her mother exclaimed from the screen. "Sorry mother, there's an emergency," Diana told her, ducking beneath any possible camera shot and not lying, scrambling for her metal boob cover with one hand and getting the other behind the screen, "I will talk to you next month!" The obese Wonder Woman snapped the computer shut with a humiliated groan. She pushed herself up, fat legs folding into rolls and spandex shorts sighing in danger of splitting, and walked to the strange Gregorian calendar hanging on her wall. "Five months, five months," Diana told herself, flicking through the sheets to find the circled date on what mortals called new years, "five months to either lose all of this..." She slapped her ass, the vibration traveling across the immense surface and seeming to never stop. "Or else I'll have to do something drastic...," Diana gulped, picking up her phone and beginning to text, "let's hope Karen feels in the mood..." flyer33, scl04, ulvrik and 5 others 2 1 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 22, 2020 Share Posted August 22, 2020 Oh, Diana...poor girl just can't catch a break, try as she might. The wardrobe malfunctions throughout this were great, especially the fiasco at the end. Can't wait to see how things go as she prepares for her trip home! Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted August 22, 2020 Share Posted August 22, 2020 I was actually looking forward to Diana learning that the virus turns mortals into FA’s 🥰 it would be a huge boost to her self esteem, especially if she discovered that there’s FA websites that probably have a whole thread devoted to her 😂 Now I’m looking forward to the infection of Themyscyra. Oh! And more gainz from Diana. Wait... is her plan to get laid to disguise her gain as a pregnancy? I don’t think that’ll work... 😂 Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arimnestos Posted August 22, 2020 Share Posted August 22, 2020 God I love the idea of chubby thick wonder woman Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 25, 2020 Author Share Posted August 25, 2020 On 8/21/2020 at 11:26 PM, Cyril Figgis said: Oh, Diana...poor girl just can't catch a break, try as she might. The wardrobe malfunctions throughout this were great, especially the fiasco at the end. Can't wait to see how things go as she prepares for her trip home! She'll be catching something soon... On 8/22/2020 at 3:35 AM, >_< 0_0 said: I was actually looking forward to Diana learning that the virus turns mortals into FA’s 🥰 it would be a huge boost to her self esteem, especially if she discovered that there’s FA websites that probably have a whole thread devoted to her 😂 Now I’m looking forward to the infection of Themyscyra. Oh! And more gainz from Diana. Wait... is her plan to get laid to disguise her gain as a pregnancy? I don’t think that’ll work... 😂 Listen, its a plan that's just insane enough to work...and there is certainly an automated shipful of hyper fattening, addictive baked goods about to crash onto Themyscira's shores... On 8/22/2020 at 4:58 PM, DabnDemHatrs said: God I love the idea of chubby thick wonder woman we'll be seeing more of her in the near future. I initially had plans for this to cut back to Gotham and then to the Titans but i'm going to follow this groove for a while longer... Two parter chapter, I"ll be putting both parts up here before DA No matter your position, an important work life balance is vital. Bringing your work home can lead to physical and mental burnout, something Karen Starr, the alias of Power Girl was really discovering now. She’d always worked hard in both identities but neither running a growing business nor being an elite super heroine was turning out as hard as being Harley Quinn’s personal sub. “So, the crop report is in and we’re ready to harvest, while the FDA is giving us the go ahead and those nice super stores are clearing shelf space. But we’ll need some adds, doncha think? Some sexy models in lingerie, deep throating baked goods to get other women good and hooked,” Harley droned on, pudgy fingers clicking on the keys of a laptop resting on her knees, her door filling ass filling up Karen’s recliner and her folded cankles resting on Power Girl’s back. “Ugh, the company has an advertising contract,” Karen began, almost managing to speak clearly through a full mouth, quickly swallowing only for the tube between her lips to deliver more chocolate pudding. “No no, foot stools don’t talk and cows only say moo,” Harley said, picking up a riding crop from a side table and running it up PG’s plump, naked thigh to tease the Kryptonian’s sex, “does somebody want another day at work without a bra? Or do we get those nipple piercings I’ve been looking at?” Power Girl, a prideful and self respecting success story would have leapt up and punched the obese clown into the next state. But Karen Starr, the totally whipped, pathetic plaything merely sucked down more of the pudding moving through the six foot long tube leading up to the funnel by Harley and took a deep breath. “Moo,” she sighed. “Ah, good cow. You know your place, Betsy,” Harley giggled, “we can hold off on the tattoos for another week. Now, let me look up what ad company your little corporation has a contract with…” Any moment now, Power Girl was going to meet her bullshit limit. She hadn’t been able to wear a bra in the four days since Harley had put her in her place, punishments for being too slow to follow orders or backtalking losing her support privileges, and as a result her breasts and back were killing her. Harley was keeping her stuffed around the clock, her previous bouts of gluttony seemingly the act of a fitness fanatic in comparison. And now, in her own apartment, she was on her hands and knees while near totally naked, wearing only a set of fake horns, a fake cow tail and a bell around her neck. She was sucking down pudding like there was no tomorrow, her belly swollen so huge it was about to touch the floor and her breasts not far behind. Karen knew, absolutely knew that she was going to finally say “Potata” and punch Harley across the state line, go on a diet and get her body back! At some point...maybe after this tub of pudding ...or a nap...or a second tub of pudding and then a nap. She was pretty tired and hungry after all... It had been years since the blonde Kryptonian had lifted a load like this. And that had been a stolen Thanagarian cruiser large enough to lift up Manhattan Island. Somehow though, this was worse and it was almost enough to make her finally stand up for herself…As soon as this jug was empty she’d punch Harley and get back in shape, right as soon as it was done... Air met Karen’s next suck instead of pudding. Her blue eyes widened in alarm to realize she wasn’t being fed and the heroine gave a soft, pleading “Moo.” “Wowee, you’ve drained that whole funnel tube already, Bessie?” Harley’s nasally voice cut into Karen’s thoughts, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a prize milker like you drained the whole thing in one go! Now scooch over Bessie, Farmer Harley is gonna get her blue ribbon winner ready for more!” Karen moved obediently, swaying belly and tender breasts brushing against the surface of a rug as she slowly moved out of Harley’s way. The other obese blonde hopped up from the chair with surprising grace and waddled into the kitchen, having to slightly tug at her leggings as she entered the junk food filled room to keep them from sliding down. It might have been Karen’s imagination or her eye sight starting to fade on her third day without powers, but her tormentor looked a little bit thinner. Not very much, Quinn still had to weigh over 350lbs but her clothes weren’t tightening anymore... “Liking my lean, mean body?” Harley asked back at her, patting her still door filling caboose as she entered the kitchen, “I’m on a new diet, the “I-see food, you eat it!” plan. The bigger you get, the smaller I get. Pretty soon I’ll be back to doing back flips!” Power Girl wanted to ask how that was possible, as Harley was still eating like a pig even if she was eating more. But weak, pitiful Karen just mooed again. “Oh hold your horses, I’m coming, Just getting a present ready for my prize winner!” the villainess cackled, waddling back into the room with another jug of pudding under one flabby arm and a cardboard box under the other, “Now lets get you hooked up…” Karen was distracted by the return of delicious pudding into her mouth. Power Girl berated herself for being such a pathetic fatty that the return of yet more fattening slop could shut her up, but even the tormented, submissive CEO’s upright, strong willed alter ego was silenced when a grunting Harley knelt down and started affixing suction cups to Karen’s immense breasts. “Ooooo, wow...Um...Moo,” the blonde murmured, Quinn’s plump fingers gently massaging her, “what are those?” “Nuhuh, cows don’t talk. Someone just earned a piercing for that, but it can wait after we get you started,” Harley said, wiping sweat off of her forehead brought by the effort of hooking her toy up, “but to answer your bovine curiosity, when I called you my blue ribbon winner I meant it, tits. We’re gonna get you milking, the extra estrogen and progesterone I’ve been mixing into the pudding you’ve been sucking down the last few days is gonna make you start leaking before long.” Any question Karen had was blotted out when the clown turned the pumping machine on. A soft purr filled the living room as each of Power Girl’s heaving, pendulous breasts started getting sucked. Harley pushed herself up and waddled back to her chair, coughing to remind her pet to get back in place. “I was thinking, what’s the best way to ruin your tits forever?” Harley kept explaining, putting her feet back onto Karen’s complaining back, “I thought about having you knocked up but I ain’t sure how that would work what with you being an alien and all and even for me its a bit mean. Then I thought, hey Lady Iron Boobs is pretty rusted and is slumping under them hooters anymore, maybe she should get reduced down to A cups. But I know how much it sucks to loose a big pair, so I thought what if I can get the best of both worlds!” It was difficult for Karen to think. This position was so tiring for her weak muscles and on her third jug of pudding she was starting to get full, when she inhaled the pale skin of her basketball gut was touching the ground. The pure humiliation, being so weak she could barely keep herself up and being so fat and full that her popped belly button was hittin the floor boards was driving her so close to orgasm that she didn’t need the touch of the riding crop Harley kept running up her trembling thighs. But enough incredulous, enraged Power Girl remained for the both shrunken and greatly expanded woman to give a soft moo of questioning. “Yep, I’m pumping you full of hormones so you’ll milk. We do that for a few months on, a few months off and those already droopy dugs are gonna be racing for the floor boards. I’m betting I can get em to the ground before you’re too fat for a mobility scooter to haul around, although the narrator says that’s pushing the boundaries of realistic even for this story,” Harley chuckled, picking up a stick of butter and dunking it in powdered sugar before taking a bit, “but if I win, I get the boobs you used to have!” Karen had no idea what the clown was talking about with the later half, but found herself being immensely turned on by the idea of her tits dragging on the ground. It would be so incredibly humiliating, Power Girl’s prize assets rendered so saggy she couldn’t walk, her now short and dumpy legs tripping over the gigantic, boobs as they leaked cream out of their dinner plate nipples…. “Mo...mo...mooo,” Karen moaned, already trembling muscles quivering, her arms and legs giving out as she rolled onto the floor. Her orgasm was interrupted by the hum of her phone, Harley pulling it from her pocket and laughing, “Hmmm, looks like Wonder Woman wants to know if you can come to dinner tomorrow night…” Gasping, floundering between resistance and orgasm, the kryptonian woman tried to say something but only a groan came out. “She’s a little bit out of the league of a short cow like you...but I know that’s a buff hottie we need to take down quick, so I’m gonna text her that you’re going to show up,” Harley smiled evilly, hauling herself out of her chair and standing over the swollen Power Girl, kneeling over to dribble her fingers on her gravid gut, “bringing some cookies…after all, she burns a lot of energy being a super hero. Wouldn’t want her wasting away…” Cyril Figgis, ulvrik, >_< 0_0 and 1 other 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arimnestos Posted August 25, 2020 Share Posted August 25, 2020 2 hours ago, Batman76 said: Quote “So, the crop report is in and we’re ready to harvest, while the FDA is giving us the go ahead and those nice super stores are clearing shelf space. But we’ll need some adds, doncha think? Some sexy models in lingerie, deep throating baked goods to get other women good and hooked,” Harley droned on, pudgy fingers clicking on the keys of a laptop resting on her knees, her door filling ass filling up Karen’s recliner and her folded cankles resting on Power Girl’s back. What if they hired starfire as a spokesperson for it? I remember reading something along those lines on writing.com Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 25, 2020 Author Share Posted August 25, 2020 46 minutes ago, DabnDemHatrs said: What if they hired starfire as a spokesperson for it? I remember reading something along those lines on writing.com That's indeed the plan... >_< 0_0 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 25, 2020 Share Posted August 25, 2020 These Harley/PG chapters are easily some of my faves in the whole story so far. Just when you think Karen has hit rock bottom, she grabs a shovel and starts digging... Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 26, 2020 Author Share Posted August 26, 2020 27 minutes ago, Cyril Figgis said: These Harley/PG chapters are easily some of my faves in the whole story so far. Just when you think Karen has hit rock bottom, she grabs a shovel and starts digging... She's gotta bounce up eventually... Cyril Figgis 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 26, 2020 Share Posted August 26, 2020 18 minutes ago, Batman76 said: She's gotta bounce up eventually... Bounce like a spherical seal, maybe. Batman76 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
>_< 0_0 Posted August 26, 2020 Share Posted August 26, 2020 8 hours ago, Cyril Figgis said: These Harley/PG chapters are easily some of my faves in the whole story so far. Just when you think Karen has hit rock bottom, she grabs a shovel and starts digging... My favorite part so far is when Catwoman first started turning into a milf, but I’m weird like that. Cuddling is my deepest, darkest desire 🤫 Batman76, Cyril Figgis and ulvrik 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 26, 2020 Author Share Posted August 26, 2020 3 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said: My favorite part so far is when Catwoman first started turning into a milf, but I’m weird like that. Cuddling is my deepest, darkest desire 🤫 More on that soon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Batman76 Posted August 26, 2020 Author Share Posted August 26, 2020 Last part of this chapter, where things look up for Karen. Next up is gonna be Starfire's time to get introduced, then some more Milf Selina mingling among Gotham's high society, then some actual super heroing from Batgirl and co as we get done with the first third: Once, a trip between New York and Rural Virginia would have taken only a few minutes of flying for Power Girl. But for morbidly obese Karen Starr, it required a miserable four hour drive. Karen wasn’t used to dealing with traffic, but as she was no longer able to zip around faster than a speeding bullet driving half way down the eastern seaboard on a Friday was her only option. The CEO was lucky her luxurious electric company car had a self driving option, as between her flatlining powers and ballooning weight she was borderline unable to drive. Once long, glamorous legs had shortened up considerably due to the decline in power and the slow alteration as she went from pure blooded Kryptonian to half human hybrid, requiring the formerly 6’2 and now barely 5’5 Karen to move the seat from from the very back to the front for her toes to reach the pedals. But even as her legs had gotten shorter, her belly had grown even bigger, she could only touch the pedals if her gut was pressing into the steering wheel so tightly she could barely steer it. “How do normal people drive this?” the aging blonde asked herself, taking a bite of a footlong submarine sandwich half way through Maryland. Although invited for dinner, it wasn’t like Karen was going to spend a whole afternoon not eating. The regimen of forced tube feeding her tormenting mistress Harley was forcing into her had stretched out her stomach to a laughable degree, anytime the Kryptonian wasn’t full she was feeling almost painfully hungry and dizzyingly weak. To keep her appetite, and more importantly keep herself from eating any of the boxes of brand new donuts in her back seat, she’d only stopped once to get fast food. Well, she’d stopped at four restaurants in a single town at least. Predictably, the plus size clothes that had been slightly loose due to her immense energy burn digging underground fields had become painfully snug, requiring considerably finagling to shoe horn her constantly expanding curves into. She really wanted to buy more, but Harley wasn’t allowing her to buy new clothes until she’d had a solid week of daily wardrobe malfunctions at work. “I’ll be lucky if I can even fit into any of my clothes by the time monday rolls around. But its not like she can make me go to work naked...” Karen grumbled to herself, easing the zipper of her skirt down fuller to let her stomach have more room, “can she? Ugh, why do I even let her tell me what to do?” The answer, she whispered to herself, was because being under someone else’s chubby heel, being rendered weak and helpless and totally subject to someone else’s cruel whims was down right intoxicating to her after a life of power and decision. Freedom was but a word away and she was enjoying being dominated to much to do anything about it, much as the part of herself that was still Power Girl was internally screaming at her to yell Potata and punch Quinn into the Atlantic...provided she still could. Karen’s milk pale, extra flabby arms were having trouble holding up this sandwich, she wasn’t certain she could even activate her powers again she’d been driven so deep into the dumps. Indeed, so depowered was the former power house that she wouldn’t even notice her massively excessive frame were it not pressing into the limits of her car. Karen certainly remembered being tall and powerful, but she’d half way forgotten she’d ever been skinny. Just like Catwoman was forgetting ever being nimble, Power Girl was forgetting ever not resembling a 300+ lb lump of bread dough. She was pretty sure she’d always been overfed and heavy set, not to this degree perhaps but the majority of her lap had always been full of a gut she was pretty certain. What Karen really missed was the self confidence that came from invulnerability and super strength, instead of the constant anxiety her now helpless physique gave her. She was finding herself stammering at meetings more often, unable to push her position or stand up for herself. Harley was beginning to handle more of her meetings, Power Girl finding herself more of an assistant at her own company. That and the super strength would have been nice in carrying all of this fat around, the perpetually sore and exhausted woman thought to herself. “I need to convince her to let me get a new bra at least,” the blonde muttered, adjusting the double reinforced underwire prison holding up her pendulous bust, “the way these are starting to swell up with all those hormones she has me on, I’m going to pop a bra before too long.” Having her massive jugs supported after several punishing, but deserving, days of going fully commando was a big relief to Power Girl’s back. But the I cups were much too tight, cleavage flowing out the bras top, sides and bottom, and it pinched against her upper stomach fat rolls. She really missed defying gravity from head to toe. But an alert on the car’s dash board alerted Karen that she’d at last arrived at her destination. Shoving aside plentiful fast food wrappers, the Powerless Middle Aged Woman began the difficult task of undoing her seat belt and rolling herself out of her car…. …. Diana Prince wasn’t much for anxiety normally, but she wanted to make sure everything was right. The massive amount of home made food was steaming in the oven. Her house was immaculately clean, free of the slightest spec of dust. Despite the hundred plus pounds of fat covering her figure, Diana had made herself up wonderfully: hair gleaming and curled oh so right, fresh face slightly made up to give her chubby cheeks some more contour and she’d pulled her favorite white dress out of the closet and altered it to fit. Granted, between her slightly enhanced bust stretching the top to breaking, the sizeable paunch she was growing pressing tight against the front and how the dress didn’t have enough material to begin covering her inflated buns, immense hips and plump sex it was more like a maternity teddy than a gown fit for an Amazon Princess but Wonder Woman knew that her guest liked her changed figure. “I always knew Karen was a little gay, but thank the gods she turned out to be a chubby chaser too,” the Amazon said to herself as she triple checked the baclava, sharp hearing picking up a car coming up her drive, “Odd for her to drive, but at least she came. I’d hate to have to try and seduce someone who wasn’t a chubby chaser…” Diana flew gracefully to her front door, her wobbling ass only knocking over a single lamp that she gracefully caught. She landed nimbly, adjusted her clothes to slightly cover her underwear and waited for the knock...then kept waiting. Outside, Diana heard grunting and the groan of car shocks but heavy, waddling steps finally approached her door, interspersed with heavy breathing before a weak knock. “Karen! Its so good for you to make it!” Diana beamed, opening the door and having to look down to see her guest. The blonde heroine had once almost the same height as the towering 6’3 Amazon but now she was a full head shorter, Diana’s double chin folding up as she looked down. For her part, the significantly shorter blonde’s vision was full of nothing but bronzed Amazonian boobage, the pert tear drops pressing tight against diaphanous white linen. Karen tended to prefer butts but she found her mouth dry at the inviting sight. “I...uh...hi Di,” Karen said to the tits in her face, finally finding a benefit to being a short stack. “Karen...are you alright, you’re looking...is that a new skirt?” Diana smiled, trying to not die of shame for bringing up her friend shrinking noticeably. “Yeah, its the first time I’ve gotten to wear it unfortunately,” Karen said, flicking the hair tie holding the clasp of her skirt on, “I’ll need to donate it soon. And that dress its certainly…favoring you…” For someone who liked legs and butts with plenty of padding, Karen was in hog heaven. Everything from the buttom curve of Karen’s fupa rolling over her blue panties, to the door filling span of her matronly hips to the tight, taut plane of lard where her cavernous thigh gap had been. “Ah thank you, I had to let it out a little bit to get it to fit,” the beautiful brunette smiled, “but I enjoy the fit. Please though come in, I’ve just gotten dinner done…” Diana stepped aside, motioning the blonde inside. Unfortunately both women were subconsciously used to being rail thin, the hallway to Diana’s home could accommodate one three hundred pound heroine but not two. Karen walked in only to immediately get stuck, her overloaded bra pressing tight into Wonder Woman’s hips. Diana for her part found one hip jammed into the side of the wall and the other pressed into Karen’s boobs. “Um, crap, I think I’m stuck…,” Karen said, her pale face burning red in embarrassment, “could you well…” “I’ll try and hover up,” Diana swallowed, mortified at getting stuck in her own home and hovering a few feet off the ground, her ass suddenly touching Karen’s face. The heavenly soft badonkadonk almost knocked Power Girl over. Its touch briefly robbed her of rational thought and she had to force herself to waddle forwards. Diana exhaled in relief, settling down behind her guest and following her into the overflowing kitchen. “So, aside from thanking you for coming all this way, I want to tell you I have to ask you for help yet again,” Wonder Woman began as the two sat down, chairs groaning under their heavy loads. “Ha, I’d love to help Di, but well, I’m not really capable of helping at much beyond cleaning food off this table,” Power Girl said, gesturing at the feast and undoing her skirt in preparation, “I hate to admit it but I’m at really low power, I burned too much at a little emergency and its going to take a long, long time before I can even lift a car again.” “Oh, that’s terrible Karen! I know how much your strength meant to you,” Diana gasped, hand covering her mouth in shock, “being helpless must stab at you every moment!” Karen swallowed and very carefully lifted up her stomach to cross one plump leg over the other, “Its...more bearable than I thought it would be…I’ll just wait until I rebound...” If Diana noticed the color on Karen’s cheeks, she must have written it off as the exhaustion for the short stack waddling from her car. “Well still, if you need anything, let me know. But my issue doesn’t need any super powers,” Diana said, beginning to fork immense amounts of steaming, spicy greek food onto her plate, “as you might have noticed, I’ve been having trouble shedding the weight I gained from Dyionsius’ curse…” Karen looked at the hips that spread past the sides of Diana’s table and took in how her massive ass was lifting the already tall woman into the air, contrasting it to the memory of how lean the brunette had been. “Really?” Karen asked, filling her mouth with spanakopita right after. “A little or...more than a little more than a hundred pounds,” Diana explained, as if she wasn’t near 300 lbs to anyone with eyes to see, “and at new years I have to go back to Themyscira for a festival that renews my youth and powers. My weight is unfortunately going to be a sore subject for my queenly mother, especially as I still haven’t been able to find the lost Gem of Hera.” “Well, I know how it feels to lose your powers,” Karen shrugged after swallowing some tart, “but what can i do? I’m not exactly a personal trainer…” “Yes, but you are an extremely brave, determined, kind and ...if I can say, beautiful woman,” Diana smiled. The morbidly obese, late thirties Pg swallowed, “that’s...nice of you to say. You’re not bad yourself Di.” “I mean it, the extra weight really suits you. It sounds insane to say, but that triple chin you have is so incredibly cute, I just want to grab it,” the Amazon said, putting a purr into her voice, “and the way your belly sways back and forth when you walk is almost as sexy as those big folds of fat on your back…” Karen’s pale face was going red as a bottle of hot sauce, “I...definitely hadn’t expected to hear that…” The Amazon floated out of her chair, hovering over her full table. Her hanging breasts almost fell out of her dress, while the hem of her skirt fell down to reveal the rounded melons of her swollen ass. She came to a halt right in front of her guest, breasts enticingly close. “And your breasts, Karen. I always liked them but now, I think if you could run they’d hit you in the face,” Diana purred, running a nail down what had been a firm jawline and fondling the blondes neck wattles, “everytime I see you they get bigger and bigger…” “Thanks...its almost a hassle really,” Power Girl swallowed, asking herself if Wonder Woman was really coming onto her like this. “And me? Do you like me?” Diana said, turning around and running a hand over her exposed rump, “I know you like looking at this, you always try and let me go first just to stare at it…” “Its...probably the best ass I’ve ever seen,” the Kryptonian admitted, turning thoughts away from how Harley’s cellulite coated yoga ball buns had been on her face earlier in the day, “scratch that, certainly the best…” “And what I really need from you Karen, is simple,” Diana said, self confidence rising as her guest tried to eat her with her eyes, her body slowly turning in the air, “all I need is for the two of us to have sex.” “Sex? That’s...extremely tempting,” Karen swallowed, her hosts buttery legs now resting on her own stooped shoulders, enviting camel toe right in her face, “but...I can’t say I haven’t thought about it but...how is that going to help you with your weight problem?” “Simple, the Amazons are a small group. Very rarely do we reproduce and we fight Ares monsters constantly,” Diana said, running her nails through Karen’s freshly re-dyed hair, “my mother will be ecstatic that I am with child, ignoring my plumpness…” “Okay, that’s almost the most insane reason I’ve heard for having a kid but won’t that make the problem even worse? Not that its a very bad problem…,” Karen gulped, part of her brain demanding that something was weird about everything going on in her life. “Only a little, I’m sure I won’t gain much weight and once done, it will be a century before I complete the rite again. Surely I’ll be slim again by then,” the Amazon insisted, with a slightly nervous swallow. “Okay, this is just a lot to think about,” the Kryptonian said, showing almost super human will power to not awkwardly leap on the delicious meal hovering in front of her, “but ...okay, I’m lacking in certain equipment…please don’t tell me you’re going to give me some potion to make me grow one. A lot of weird shit has happened to me lately but I don’t think I can take that…” “Fret not, I am an Amazon. All that is needed is for both of us to pray to Hera and Aphrodite for good blessings,” Diana insisted, slowly hovering into the air and turning over. “And as I’m not an ancient greek pagan, how-how exactly would I do that?” Karen stammered, Diana’s enormous ass and damp pussy inches from her face, those pillar thick thighs wrapping around her head. “Why Karen, I think you’ll get the hang of it,” Diana purred, ripping her thong off right before the first tongue thrust went home, “in and out, in and out, up and down, side to side...oohhhh ohhhh you’ve got it already. Then add in some sucking there and...ohhhhhh that’s good….” The Amazon at last stopped sucking in her stomach, the unrestrained dome softly plunking onto the table top. Looking down at the food, eyes occasionally crossing, Diana figured she might as well mix dining with pleasure and start eating. After all, she’d hopefully soon be eating for two… Power Girl started hearing a second set of munching, biting and slurping sounds over her own cunnilingus. With Di’s gigantic ass slapping into her forehead her thoughts weren’t exactly steady in what was admittedly a ridiculous situation. Her hands reached out, fondling Diana’s tree trunk thighs and surprisingly bulbous paunch hanging out of her teddy. “Yes, yes, by the gods you’ve done this before,” she sighed through a mouthful of gyro, a ripple of pleasure shooting through her body, “higher...higher...higher…!” Karen felt the immensity of Diana’s thighs press tight on either side of her head. Despite the deep, deep layers of fat over them, Wonder Woman’s formidable muscles hadn’t shrank. She might be able to grab thick handfuls of squish on the brunette’s bronzed thighs but massive quads were still under them. They kept squeezing, making the powerless woman fear for her safety. “Yesssssss…..,” Diana growled, one hand shoveling food into her mouth and the other snaking into her dress and gently twisting a nipple. “Diyourthighs,” Karen tried to say, the sound buried in the other heroine’s pussy, “sotight…” “Yesss, worship the gods at my altar,” the warrior princess insisted, sucking meat off the boar ribs, “give praise to Aphrodite that your love quickens me…” “I’mgonnasuffocate,” Karen wheezed, unable to draw a breath between ** thighs and smothering ass. “Hail Hera that you love the immense girth of my hips,” the Amazon kept purring, both hands now twisting her nipples and her mouth ripping bites out of a large platter of fried fish. The ** blonde desperately raised her hands, smacking the couch cushion buns before her face like they were a set of drums. But unfortunately her desperate signalling only made Diana groan and moan more, each slap bringing a feminine squeal. “Yes, yes, enforce your dominance on me, show me you’re in command,” the royal heroine demanded, “spank me!” Karen’s weak fingers scratched and clawed at the immense swell of ass fat in front of her. Unfortunately Diana was just shy of immortal and Karen was weak and out of shape for a short 300lber. The smacking and pinching subsided, Power Girl’s world getting darker. In desperation, she reached out and grabbed hold of Diana’s lustrous, long black hair, pulling it back. “Yes, oh yes that feels good, show me you want it! AAAAaaaaahhhhhh!” the Amazon screamed, eyes crossing and falling down onto the table. Leg muscles spasmsed, sending fat quakes slapping into Karen’s pudgy face, but she finally had enough room to breath. She took in several rapid gasps, her bra strap groaning at the inhalations, while Diana kept orgasming, writhing limbs knocking a few of the mostly eating dishes off the table. By the time the doughball heroine had her breath back, her near accidental murderer was recovering, sliding off the table into Karen’s lap… Or would have if the Kryptonian’s short, pudgy thighs had an inch of space not covered by multi-rolled beer belly. Diana instead floated around her new lover, beefy legs wrapped round her massive waistline, nuzzling the mountains of propped up boob flowing out of Karen’s ripping work shirt. “Oh by Olympus, that was a fantastic start,” the moaning, very full Diana said, her engorged stomach pressing tight into her friend’s, “your tongue is as nimble as Artemis and strikes deep as the Huntress’ arrows.” Karen could only moan, rubbing her neck rasping out, “A start…?” “Of course a start,” Diana smiled, “correctly worshipping the gods takes sacrifice of time and energy, we will be at this for several weekends in a row.” “Di, I’m not sure if I can survive that,” Karen tried to say, only for her emptyish stomach, denied more than a few bites of food by giving Diana head, let out a predatory growl. “Oh of course you will, but we must feed you first. Ensure that you are strong enough for the days ahead, once I really get going I can have great trouble controlling myself. Back home I once put three other Amazons into comas during a light foreplay session,” Diana bragged, undoing the strained buttons of Karen’s blouse, “so let me start feeding you before I start in on you, after all, I must return every favor given…” Power Girl wasn’t sure she could take having a favor like that given but soon Diana had pushed over all of the uneaten/destroyed food to her side of the table. The blonde had little time to object, her mouth soon constantly full. Her empty stomach started to fill up, its hunger pangs easing and even Karen’s customary light headed-ness and exhaustion when hungry fading. She knew she should really get that checked out, without her powers protecting her she was suddenly in the risk category for several conditions, but this baklava was absolutely divine. “I always thought you were cute, but seeing you like this? Round as a ball and helpless, you’re beyond sexy,” Diana purred, rubbing the stomach swelling from Karen’s shredding skirt, “and those little frown lines you’re getting, they add such character to your face. Just like that third chin…” “Ughf,” Karen muttered through a full mouth, unsure what she was trying to say. “But this belly, it is divine. The only problem is I ate too much and destroyed too much,” the obese Amazon mused, patting her own swelling tummy and looking at the ruin of her dining room, food splattered from the ceiling to the hardwood, “we will have to order out to sustain us…” “Ughf,” the CEO said again, swallowing and barely holding up a hand to stop the next forkful of food, “I have…” The obese CEO recalled Harley telling her that the newly harvested sweets were key to whatever Ivy’s insane plan of world domination was. And that they were incredibly, impossibly fattening. And that she had three dozen of these pastries in the back seat of her car. But did she really want to give them to Wonder Woman? One of her better friends, a hero struggling with her diet and if this insane plan worked out technically the mother of her child? “...some donuts in my car,” Karen decided as the last of the desert went into her mouth, “I’ll go get them…” “No, no. You stay here, I need the exercise and you don’t,” Diana insisted, patting the rotund blonde on the stomach and waddling toward the car. Power Girl felt slightly guilty for this, but assuaged it by promising herself to eat at least half of the treats... flyer33, maxymumspyder, >_< 0_0 and 4 others 1 3 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyril Figgis Posted August 27, 2020 Share Posted August 27, 2020 Mmm...that's a spicy spetzofai! I always knew those crazy kids would get together, and this was a really interesting way to make it happen. I'm really looking forward to seeing Wonder MILF, and also seeing just how far Karen goes now that she has two (three if we count Atlee) feeders... Batman76 and >_< 0_0 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maxymumspyder Posted August 27, 2020 Share Posted August 27, 2020 As always, you write some really fun serials. Well done and keep up the great work. And on behalf of the community, thank you! Having written some before, I am always impressed with the amount of content you produce. Keeps me from having to write again! LOL. But seriously, this one is quite fun. Batman76 and >_< 0_0 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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