For the next few weeks or so, things indeed worked out for Kimmy. She had managed to avoid any trouble at S.H.O.T.G.U.N (Thank goodness), and with her putting the documented civilian identity under a different name she had avoided putting herself under the scrutiny of her own workplace. Her only real worry was on how much damage she was causing, but thankfully since she was with no powers, that meant any property damage she caused as the Lone Bullet was little to none!
However, in her worries about her identity she had overlooked something else, namely what she was eating. She was always focused on keeping herself awake through the night and the subsequent day that she had failed to consider how much she was actually eating. Single quarter pounders became double, regular donuts swapped out for Long Johns, she was even starting to try out mochas after a recommendation from her coworkers.
She was taking in a lot of calories, and even with her busting crimes five nights a week, there was only so much she could burn in a day. At first it wasn't noticeable, just a inch to the hips, maybe some slightly softer boobs. In time though, a potbelly started to form on her once toned chest, one which was used to swelling up from having a bunch of pastries shoved into it.
And then came the incident.
"Hnnngh... come on... fit you bastard!"
Once again, Kimmy was dressing up to go out as the Lone Bullet once more, this time in a private hotel room. With how many crimes she had been stopping, she finally caught wise that it probably wasn't the best idea to change in a bathroom where someone could walk in on her. After talking with Andre and learning that as a hero she was able to get paid for her captures, she quickly put those funds to a hotel room in Uptown, where she could dress without worry of some pervert or news reporter.
Of course, there was one problem... she couldn't get the zipper up all the way. Her damn honkers, which had firmly grown to E-Cups were straining up all the latex within the suit, and combined with the slight pudge all over the rest of her body she was having a hard time getting the suit to fully close. It was very much like a sausage casing, she thought. One agile movement and it felt like the suit would tear.
"Please for the love of god fit..."
*RIPPPPPPPPP*
For a second, she thought she had ripped the suit. However, on a second check she sighed in relief as she finally pulled the zipper to it's peak. It wasn't her suit, but rather a power wire falling outside. She could still feel the crackle of sparks going off from outside, but with how it looked it seemed like that it was just from the stormy weather.
"Phew... well at least I got this damn suit on."
Later that night, she'd end up fighting a group of women all named Multiplicity. A group of goons all working under the Outlock gang, she was outnumbered 5 to 1, and that was just the people calling themselves by the same name with the same looks and same personality. She had just cleaned up all of the powerless crooks and was dealing with the main foes when it happened.
"Oh please, I've still got superior numbers against you. You're fighting five people in one, and you're doing it with a shotgun that can't even kill!"
"Oh it could, but then I'd be a murderer, not a hero!" Lone Bullet yelled back, firing a burst of pepper spray into one of their eyes. Little good it did her though, as it didn't even affect her as if she could see through the eyes of the other Multiplicities. "I ain't staining myself with no blood, not from any of y'all!"
Lunging forward, Lone Bullet threw out a punch which shuttered one of the Multiplicities. Two more were right behind her, one with a steel chair. She didn't have time enough to turn around and punch them both, so only a kick was going to save her. She knelt low to the ground, and applied as much pressure as she could before swinging her body all the way around, to knock them both on their feet with a very wide kick.
*WHAM!* *WHAM!*
*RIPPPPPPPPP!*
This time, it was her suit. Almost all at once, the force of the spin ripped right through the lower backside of her suit, exposing her panties for all of the Multiplicities to see. Well, all two Multiplicities remaining, as the Lone Bullet delivered a swift chop to the two she had tripped which caused them to join the first one in unconciousness. It was only after hearing the sound of laughter that she realized what had happened.
"Hey, what are you... no, no, NOOOOOOO!"
"Bwahahahaha! Oh my god! This is so funny!" The two Multiplicities were bawling their eyes out, slowly backing off until they were back to back with each other. They didn't even care as they pushed literally into each other, causing their divisions to fuse into a singular Multiplicity that was outright chubby, with a beer gut and wide enough hips to jiggle with every step.
"Look, it's just a wardrobe malfunction! I can s-still fight!" Lone Bullet exclaimed, trying to keep her ass away from the combined goon. "And I'm going to knock you out and drag you to jail before you can even think of saying about this to anyone!"
"Oh yeah? What, with a big dumpy like that? Oh man, you must eat like a pig to got buns that wide!"
"They're not that wide!"
*BLAM!*
Loading a round into her shotgun, the Lone Bullet shot a oil slick round into the ground, before running around it and engaging in a brawl with this combined woman. She was twice as tough as they were when separated, but still within her capability to push around. With a couple of well timed jabs to the gut, Multiplicity fell, sliding into her other clones and recombining into her true form: a 500 pound blob of a woman with an absolutely astounding belly.
"Hmph... I'm not as wide as you at least... not yet."
Lowering her hand to touch her behind, Kimmy's face beneath the cowl was absolutely peach red. This was a complete disaster considering what she had seen underneath the suit! It wasn't losing her security over her identity but rather something far worse: losing her dignity.
Calling the police rather than hauling them in the state she was in, she got back into her civilian clothes and drove away on her Beetlecycle back to the hotel. As soon as she locked back into her room she needed to bite the bullet, dragging out the scale. She... she needed to know her actual weight, considering the incident.
Stepping onto the digital scale, she'd slowly wait her time as she looked through her contacts to find a certain number. Slowly the scale fluctuated, rising up until it reached it's final number...
"196 Pounds!? But I've only been the Lone Bullet for 6 weeks!? What the fuck happened!?"
In six weeks, she had somehow gained 66 pounds. As she slowly did the math on her fingers that had to be... what, one and a half pounds a day? That was way too much, she thought! And then to add insult to injury, she felt her stomach rumble once more! It had gotten on a routine on this point, where she'd go out to eat after her first capture of the night, and now it expected it every time!
She couldn't go through with that. Or at least, she couldn't go through with eating after that. She settled for simply ordering a Mocha for delivery instead, but as she stumbled into sitting on her bed she realized that she had been ignoring how much she was genuinely eating. Something needed to be done.
First and foremost though, she needed a quick fix to her uniform.
Pulling out the database on her phone, she looked up the number for the cheapest tailor in the superhero community, one who had confidentiality in regards to their customers. She'd then give that person a call.
"Excuse me, is this... Tailor Maiden?"
"Indeed I am..." A sweet, alluring southern voice replied from the phone. "What do you need, ma'am?"
"Well listen, I need some quick repairs done to my suit. I was fighting a criminal who at the time was five people when I ripped my suit knocking two of them out. I need a quick fix, something to last the night..."
"A quick fix? I'll be right on my way. Would you like me to get measurements too?"
"Um... sure, if it will help."
"As a tailor, measurements are paramount to my job."
"Okay then, well I'll be at these coordinates."
Giving her location to the woman on the other side, Kimmy paced around her room still worried. This fix was going to be okay for now, but it was going to be temporary at best if she didn't get her weight under control. Hell, as she took time to realize it, her civilian clothes were also tight as hell too, just to a lesser extent due to not being made of damn latex!
She made up her mind, she was going on a diet. One that'd last until she was at least 150. Either that or until she formed a six pack instead of a damn potbelly. She could only hope that this worked, otherwise this incident may not be the last one...
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