In the end, she decided to go with her Power Girl outfit. Despite the infamous boob-window it was by far the least "porny" of the three. A much more modest option that either the corset and fishnets or the barbaric chain-mail bikini. Ripping off her denim shorts and blue button up, Abby started to slip her pudgy body into the small costume. Her wide hips and pot-belly struggled to squeeze into the fabric, but with a few tugs she managed to get the uniform unstuck. Her moderate, C-cup bosom slipped snugly into the leotard's bust. Finally, she spent a few minutes lathering her face in make-up, distorting her features beyond base recognition. It was an odd look, but it worked.
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A half an hour passed before Abby managed to reach the town hall. It had been an entertaining walk, with the freshman catching more than a few stares for her choice in attire. While a small minority seemed disgusted that a girl her size would wear something so degenerate, the vast majority could not keep their lecherous eyes from her exposed cleavage. She had never felt as sexy as she did in that moment.
Encouraged by the positive feedback, Abby pushed the grand double-doors of the town hall open in an energetic motion. It was a public forum, so no one really noticed, but she liked to think that it was a rather dramatic entrance. With a fire in her heart she marched down the aisle, passing the few people who cared enough to attend. As she approached the stairs to the debate stage, Abby was finally stopped by a plainclothes security officer.
"Miss," he said, stepping in front of her, "I'm sorry, but this area's off limits. Councilmen only."
Without saying a word, Abby tensed her muscles and lunged forward, wrapping the man in a headlock. The stunned guard couldn't fight back as she slammed the poor man to the floor, knocking him out in an instant. Gasps escaped from the audience and stage as they noticed the spectacle at the staircase.
"Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing?" a balding, middle-aged man said as he rose from his desk. It was Sal Smith himself.
"I'm here for you, actually," Abby said as she ascended the stairs. "Sal Smith, you're a rapist pig who deserves punishment."
"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do?" he laughed. "Kill me? Good luck getting out before the cops show up."
Abby realized the truth in his statement. She would have to act quickly if she were to escape the police. Swallowing her lingering doubts, Abby dashed forward, gripping the councilman's shoulders before she slammed her head down. Surprisingly, rather than collide heads in a painful headbutt, her mouth expanded like a snake's, easily engulfing Sal up to his shoulders. Utterly shocked, Sal remained limp as Abby worked he way down further, speedily swallowing the man up to his thighs.
It was at this point that the nearly devoured man realized that he should try and fight back. His legs began to kick widly, landing squarely in Abby's chest, but it wasn't enough. Shrugging off the pain, Abby tilted her head back, sending the rest of Sal into her waiting belly. Abby's knees nearly buckled as the 150 pound man settled in her massively distended stomach. To onlookers, it appeared as if she had an exercise ball plastered beneath her costume. A costume that, thanks to the magic of spandex, had yet to rip.
Regaining her composure, Abby turned back to the crowd. Their mouths hung agape, utterly shocked and horrified at what they had just witnessed. Taking advantage of their inaction, she hopped off the platform and dashed once again down the aisle, her belly swinging violently with each stride. Nobody lifted a finger to stop her as she burst through the double doors a final time.
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Abby collapsed against the hard, brick wall. After running for a few blocks she had ducked into a fairly isolated back alley. Her stomach and legs were on fire. The former from the constant kicks and punches being thrown by her prey while the latter was due to the excruciating pain from running with such all that weight. Had it not been for her workout regime, she doubted she could have even walked from the hall, let alone run.
Still, an escape was an escape. Sal was churning away in her belly and it wouldn't be long before he was reduced to a nutritional mush. What now, though? Did she risk walking back to her dorm with her meal or did she stay in the safety of the alley until the deed was done?
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