This choice: Someone catches wise to what's up, and sets out to stop it... • Go Back...Chapter #88Someone catches wise to what's up, and sets... by: Sulla76   Anonymous has to die,' a stern voice declared, slamming a fist into a large anonymous poster tacked to a wall.
Princess Diana, Wonder Woman pulled her hand back a little too quickly in revulsion, making some cement chunks flick across the room and pop against the protruding gut of a blonde woman.
'Ouch! Watch it Di,' the blonde woman whined, massaging the small red mark over her pudgy waist, 'some of us aren't nigh invulnerable anymore.'
'And if we don't hurry, none of us will be,' Diana declared, feeling armor pinch across once flawless abs, 'if we'd acted when I first brought up this problem we might all still be normal! And are you drinking their soda?! By Hera, are you not plump enough!?"
"Well it's pretty good," Kara Zor L, super girl huffed, pausing to take another sip from a 72oz bottle of Soda, "and you didnt seem to care that much about stuffing yourself until you started puffing up!"
Diana's tan cheeks colored at the unfortunately true accusation. While from a short distance the Amazon princess looked normal (if a 6'3 eternally youthful woman with graceful muscles, athletic curves, gravity defying breasts, perfect bronze skin and shimmery jet curls could be described as normal) a closer examination revealed some changes. The long thighs between her armored boots and blue plate skirt still looked strong, but they'd lost most of their muscle definition and were slightly thicker, a similar disappearance had occurred with Diana's rippling triceps and the flesh of her forearms seemed to mushroom ever so slightly around her bracers, while her literally perfect face had a slightly softer cast to her sharp cheek bones.
"That is...technically true, I thought it was at first just a new snack craze...," Wonder Woman offered testily.
A snack trend she and every other woman in America had soon been addicted to. Anonymous had sent out free samples in a brilliant marketing ploy and after one bite Diana had lost almost all restraint around the pastries, cakes, cookies, pies and bars of the food, gorging herself whenever she was in private. For several months her Amazon metabolism and her own athletic life style had rendered the Amazon immune to the weight gain that hit street level heroines by the bushel. It seemed alien's or those with super powers were immune, but slowly the weight gain epidemic had crept up the power levels until Diana had felt the first snug pinch of her armor. She'd gained ten pounds since and had gathered every heroine she could to stop the threat. The warrior princess still looked like an erotic dream, but one that needed to hit the gym after a tropical cruise.
"But now we need to do something about it!" The Amazon said, dramatically snapping a fist into her palm, "before it's too late! That's why I put out the call to every superheroine on earth!"
"And only five of us showed?" Kara squeaked, taking another slurp.
It already seemed too late for her companions, each of them an increasingly plump ghost of Christmas future for Diana.
'The five of us can get to the bottom of this scheme and surely we can end it, by the grace of Hera,' Wonder Woman told her.
'Yeah but...what if we have to fight someone?' Supergirl squirmed.
Kara-Zor-El sat on one stool, chunky thighs flowing across the dusty vinyl and squirming as she sucked up the last of her immense soda. Once resembling a preppy cheer captain, the alien coed looked like she'd spent freshman year majoring in the freshman 15. Kara's teeny figure had, despite an addiction to Anonymous, remained thin, until two months ago when they'd bought Soder cola and added a new flavoring. Super girls humming bird metabolism had switched off at the first sip and she'd started expanding rapidly while slowly losing her powers.
Her invulnerability was fading fast by the red ring her too tight skirt left on vulnerable gut flesh. In no way was the weight suiting her: While her arms and legs were just soft, most of Karas weight was going to her belly. A freshly ripe Apple, the college freshman's tiny wasp waist had plumped up into a doughy muffin top with a fluffy soda belly that put a six inch gap of flab between her red skirt and blue top. Kara's narrow face now sported moon cheeks, a double chin and a few red spots . The rest of her was soft and plush as well, apart from her small breasts which hadn't grown an inch.
'Girls, we can't keep fighting like this,' Barbara Gordon cautioned from her seat, 'we've got to focus on our real enemies. There may be a way to reverse the effects but for that we need a sample."
"That should be easy," Raven huffed from where she floated nearby, "your purse is overflowing with their snacks."
With a wave of her hand, the goth girl levitated a wrapped candy bar from Barbaras purse and began munching with gusto, quickly polishing it off and stealing another. Like Kara she was a college freshman, but there resemblances ended. The grumpy half demon Titan had retained most of her power, but was at a glance an earlier victim of the epidemic than super girl. A little over two hundred equally distributed pounds, the short sorceress had developed the bulky build of a life long fat girl, her once slight curves buried by eighty plus pounds of cellulite coated blubber.
"No, a cooked bar is completely useless. We need a raw sample for analysis, one where we can figure out which raw ingredients are which. And those are mine!" Gordon snapped as Raven stole another candy bar, trying to get up and having a difficult time.
The former Batgirl was the heaviest woman in the room, pressing near or a little over three hundred pounds and looking older than her twenty six years. Once tall and superbly fit, the tech expert and gymnast had been a paragon of good health only to take a fateful bite of an Anonymous candy bar. Instantly addicted and with no magical defense or alien immunity, Babs had been in the first wave of victims. Swelling into an incredibly ripe pear with a shelf ass and thighs so round they pressed apart, her weakening muscles weren't able to keep up and her mobility was fading. Suffering knee pain and constantly winded, the computer hacking red head was using a cane as her ungainly thighs trembled under the weight of her hippo ass.
"No! Raven, do the apologize to Babs for that!" Another red head demanded, soft hands on over round hips, 'You should give her your own in recompense!'
Starfire, or Koriandr was another alien, unlike Kara though, who could easily pass as human, no one would mistake the Tamaranian with her orange skin, green eyes and ankle length red hair hair as Human. However, no one cared given the Titan leader's sexycurves and outgoing personality, even before one counted her superhuman strength, flight and ability to shoot energy bolts from her hands. While not all of her powers weren't fading, save for her slightly decreased strength and slowing flight speed, her swimsuit curves were now stretching out a pair of plus size cut offs and a crop top. Starfire had graduated to plus size model status after Anonymous' plethora of brands had taken her from 36X24X36 to 44X34X48 when she'd started gaining during the second wave of addictions. Her already large breasts were now immense head size knockers, her broad hips and pert rear fascinatingly round and broad, while her washboard belly was a plush gut dwarfed by the expansion above and beneath it.
To Diana's eyes the alien represented the best case scenario for a gain. Her fat was well distributed, to a distracting degree for the bisexual Amazon, and her physical abilities barely impacted. But a careful examination showed the alien hovered a little lower these days and her enabling tendencies weren't helping anyone else, especially as she dumped an entire bag of candy bars and snack cakes into Babs' over broad lap.
'Can we focus please?' Diana asked, trying to ignore how her mouth moistened at the sight of the food, 'Barbara, have you found us a target site?'
It took a second for the obese hacker to finish her mouthful, 'Yeah, I've got a couple. One of them is an automated distribution center, records on its server should point us in the right direction but I need physical access.'
'Fine then, that's our target,' Diana decided, 'as soon as the rest of us are here...'
The door opened, pushed by the slightly too round booty of her own protege Cassandra Sandsmark. Like Diana, the young woman had been resistant thanks to her half divine heritage until a week or so ago and the tan blonde could still barely fit into her tight jeans, even though she now had a little muffin top and the pant's seams were looking ready to snap off her growing curves. She turned around, showing that her untoned arms were carrying multiple drink containers heavy with cappuccinos and sodas, all bearing the anonymous A.
'Sorry about the drinks taking so long, there was a big line,' the freshman heroine explained, distributing the fattening drinks to everyone.
Diana felt she should criticize her for not only feeding them the enemy's addictive food but paying for it, but she was sucking down the cream heavy drink in a moment. As it went down, the slightly flabby Amazon noted her side kick was doting on her college roommate Kara, having supplied her with two more immense soda cups and a large bag of chips. There was a gleam in her eye as the chunky Kryptonian started munching, a gleam that Diana recognized as lust. She felt she should say something but before she could another voice cut her off.
'What the hell happened to you all?' A voice similar to Supergirl's but brimming with confidence and shock cut in.
Diana turned to the door, seeing another Kara hovering in the doorway. This one though, was about ten years older, several inches taller, from another dimension and went by the superheroine name of Power Girl.
She was also...
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