The
Invisible Woman in;
The
Abominable Dr Bloat
By
Marcus
Disclaimer;
This story is a work of fiction
created for the edification of readers only and I am receiving no financial
remuneration for it at all...worse luck!
The Invisible Woman, Storm,
Introduction;
This time a fattish feeder fetish gets
thrown into the mix. I’ll run out of new ones one day… one day!
Prologue;
Niobe Khampbell threw her mop to the floor in disgust and
kicked over her slop bucket in a sudden temper tantrum. She just was not
going to go through with this and that was all there
was to it! She glared around at the deserted public utility in disgust. She
shouldn’t be here... she was a super model for F***k’s sake! The lanky,
dark skinned beauty looked down contemptuously at the unflattering chrome
yellow boiler suit they had force her to wear. Oh the indignity of it
all… it was so unfair... 24 hours community service cleaning out public
toilets. And all because she had shot dead one of her
personal assistants in a fit of pique. She just hadn’t been able to make
that stupid judge at her trial understand that rich and famous celebrities like
herself were above the law. She heard one of the
lavatory doors behind her creak open but before the haughty beauty could make a
move someone grabbed her. A gloved hand came around her face clamping a cloth
that stank of chloroform over her mouth and nose. Niobe let loose a muffled
string of very unlady like profanities before the flumes did their work and she
stopped struggling and slipped into timeless unconsciousness.
The world famous cat walk diva Kate Mess was delighted by
how well the launch of her latest line in designer wear was going. The
When the two supermodels recovered consciousness they
discovered that they had been striped completely naked and were now
spread-eagled out with their long limbs securely manacled onto a tubular metal
frame work that held them suspended vertically a few feet above the ground. All
their struggles to free themselves availed them nothing. As they took in their
surrounding they realised they were in a large, high ceilinged warehouse
cluttered with various odd looking devices that wouldn’t have looked out of
place in a movie mad scientist’s lab.
Their repeated cries for help must have been heard as a
door suddenly slid open on the far side of the room and a strange looking
figure entered, accompanied by two beefy looking bodyguards in black jumpsuits
with a large letter ‘B’ emblazoned upon their chests. The girls saw that their
captor was a handsome, half cast man of about forty, dressed a white scientific
coverall and with a shock of frizzy grey hair which stood up on top of his head
as if he had just been electrocuted. He walked up until he was standing
directly in front of the two immobilised beauties.
“Good evening ladies. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dr
Bloat. And I have selected you two to be the first human guinea pigs for my new
weight gain formula.”
Niobe let him know exactly what she thought of him. Which wasn’t that much! The arrogant beauty
had a bad temper at the best of times and awaking to find herself
stripped, manacled and suspended in mid air was not the way to get on her good
side.
Dr Bloat endured her foul mouthed tirade with benign
equanimity and what Niobe considered to be an infuriatingly smug smile.
“Have you finished? Good! Because, as it
happens, I have a rather unique way of shutting up that foul mouth of yours.”
He pressed a button upon a small keypad remote in his left
hand and two long, phallic looking feed tubes descended from the ceiling.
“Rejoice in the knowledge that you are about to be saved
from a life of self imposed starvation.” he cried enthusiastically.
The snake like feed tubes quickly forced their way into the
girl’s mouths and down their throats. So that the two crucified supermodels
outcries were reduced to a muted indistinguishable gargling.
“Now for ‘phase two’.” he said
At that, long enema nozzles which had extruded unbeknownst
behind them rammed their way straight up their pampered supermodel backsides.
At this indignity their whimpered protests immediately went up by at least an
octave.
“Excellent!” exclaimed Dr Bloat “and finally ‘phase three’.”
He pressed another button on his hand held control pad and
bright pink gunk began to make its way inexorably along the feed pipe towards
the two supermodels’ mouths.
“Urggluugle!” said Niobe
“Gurgggullaaa!” said Kate.
Three weeks later;
In an office made hazy by cigar smoke the Commander in
Chief of SHIELD Colonel Nicholas Fury switched cameras on one of the monitors
upon his large hi tech desk to view the HQ’s main waiting room. He was anxious
to check if all of three participants for his scheduled 11 o'clock meeting were
now present and correct and he let out an exasperated sigh as he noted that one
of them had still not yet arrived.
Although from the outside SHIELD’s land based
The coffee skinned mutant Storm, with her huge lion’s mane
of snow white hair, for instance was wearing an outfit which consisted of
basically just a white bikini, the straps of which criss crossed through a gold
ring below her full breasts, accessorised by matching thigh length boots and
long sleeved gloves. The whole ensemble seemed made out of some kind of shiny
PVC like material. Storm’s trademark cloak was hung upon a nearby hat stand.
“The getups these super chicks dress up in...” muttered Fury
to himself “I ask you? In my day if a dame walked
around like that she’d be arrested! Or at least
propositioned!” (It seemed the compulsory shield gender sensitivity training courses that he had been
forced to attend had failed to blunt the Colonel’s unacceptably reactionary
attitude towards the fairer sex.)
As he watched Storm arose and sauntered over to the
magazines stacked on a nearby low table, bending down at the waist, her rounded
firm ass sticking up in the air as she rifled through the out of date
periodicals in search of some diverting reading matter. Fury was gratified to
see that his well disciplined men were still standing rigidly to attention by
the door... but he doubted if either man’s mind was strictly on his job at this
particular moment in time.
Her companion, the telepath
And Still no sign of the Invisible Woman!! The
Colonel let out another disapproving growl. It was not that Susan
Storm and Phoenix got up and greeted the statuesque blonde
with some quick hugs and kisses as Fury noted that, whilst male superheroes,
like Captain America for instance, were seemingly content to run around in the
same moth eaten costume for 60 plus years, these female super heroines were constantly
changing their look. Today Susan was dressed in a Baywatch style cossie of deep
ultramarine blue which set off her long blonde hair wonderfully and a pair of
black thigh high boots with 6” block heels which left quite bit of golden, well
toned bare thigh on display. She had accessorised this outfit as usual with big
number four insignia upon her left breast
“Obviously this season’s look.” grumbled Fury stabbing the
intercom button.
“Sitwell... ask the ladies to come
in now will you.”
“Have you any idea what all this is about Susan?” asked the
white haired weather goddess.
“I don’t know…” replied the Invisible Woman “but it must be
very important. Apparently we’re to be briefed by Nick Fury himself. It’s very
rare for SHIELD to contact the Fantastic Four directly using their special
priority signal.”
“Hmnn I assure you Susan it’s even rarer for them to
contact the X men.” said Storm.
“What I don’t understand is why they just requested that I
alone attend this meting rather than all four of us.”
“Yes, that struck us as odd a well. The message we received
specifically asked for only myself and
Suddenly the door opened and Jasper Sitwell, the Colonel’s
eager beaver aid du camp came rushing into the room.
“I-If you ladies would l-like to a-accompany me... the
C-Colonel will see you now.” he announced.
The boyish secret agent was obviously nervous around such
glamorous (and scantily dressed) women as his stutter was more pronounced than
usual, and behind his thick glasses they could see his goggling eyes were
continually flicking from bare thigh to décolletage and back and, as a result
of which, he was totally failing to make eye contact with any off the women.
“P-Please follow me...” he stammered. As they followed him
down the corridor Susan was amused to see that from his face all the way around
to the back of his neck his skin had flushed up bright red. And she could not
help but notice that he was also walking in a most peculiar way.
Sitwell ushered the three super heroines into Colonel
Fury’s spacious, if Spartan, office. As Susan brushed past him she pretended
not to notice the raging erection tenting up his trousers. Colonel Nicolas Fury
arose from behind his desk, his careworn face lighting up with a craggy smile
as he shook Susan's hand with some degree of warmth. The two had known each
other for many years now and shared many adventures, so there was a certain
genuine affection and respect between them.
He pulled up a chair for each of his female guests in turn,
showing that old fashioned chivalry was not yet completely dead, before
re-taking his own seat. He then gazed across at the three super chicks with his
single piercing blue eye. He seemed to be uncharacteristically unsure of how to
begin the briefing.
In fact Susan thought that the hard bitten commander of shield looked positively embarrassed,
and even more harassed and frazzled than the last time she had seen him, it was
hard to believe that age wise he was a contemporary of her husband.
“Well ladies.” he said gruffly, looking down at his rough
hands to avoid making eye contact with the landscape of pulchritude in front of
him. Even after all these years he was still considerably more used to ordering
around grunts than addressing members of the fairer sex.
“Look... first off may I apologise for dragging you in for
what I personally believe to be a complete waste of time, however, this ain't
my call anymore...” His one good eye gazed bleakly across his desk at the three
attentive faces, clearly uncertain of how to continue.
“Have any of you gals heard of a TV show called ‘Hectic
Homemakers?’” This was not the sort of question than any of these women had
expected to be asked by the Director of shield.
So there followed a few seconds of stunned silence before Storm replied.
“Err... yes... Sometimes... when there is no world threaten
crisis to attend to... I do watch it… occasionally... Sometimes
with Phoenix here... but not with any great regularity. I mean... we
couldn’t tell you much about the plots... or who’s in it... or anything.”
“Well I for one
refuse to watch it!” butted in Susan haughtily “I think is a sordid little
program which gives an unnecessarily fraught and negative of view of marriage.”
(Truth be told Susan, with her fraught domestic
situation, was hardly in a good position to be making such a statement.)
“Well that’s a maybe;” said Fury “point is, as you might
know ladies, law enforcement generally has been having a hard time cracking
down on the activities of some mad scientist nut job called Dr Bloat. You might
recall a few weeks ago he kidnapped those two super models and pumped them full
of cellulite or something. What really smarts is that some of the technology
he's using may have been appropriated from shield.”
All three heroines could only too well recall seeing the
photos that Dr Bloat had posted on the internet showing the two unfortunate
supermodels as grotesquely fat cartoons of their former svelte selves. It was
rumoured that both were now secluded away in specialist eating disorder
clinics. Where doctors were attempting to cure them both of
their crippling layers of surplus fat and of their compulsive addiction to junk
food.
Fury leaned back in his leather chair and lit up a big,
cheap looking cigar.
“Well anyway this whack-a-doodle has decided that the next
targets in his one man crusade against the skinnys of this world will be the
main cast members of that particular TV show, and, to make matters worse, he's
sent an e-mail informing the TV Company that produces the show of his
intentions in advance.”
Susan coughed discreetly and waved a languid gloved hand
through the accumulating cigar smoke, whilst and looked pointedly at the shield director... Who continued
briefing them obliviously.
“Needless to say the studio’s executive board are going
frantic. They certainly don’t want to have to replace all five of their lead
actresses because some weirdo gone an’ super sized them. And it goes with out sayin’
that these dames themselves ain’t exactly crazy on the idea either.”
Susan cleared her
throat again as Fury went on.
“So anyway, to cut a long story short, the studios have
asked shield for protection.
Personally I believe that our resources are already over stretched enough
without me having to divert valuable men and equipment to guard a group of
hysterical actresses from a lone fruit case with a fat pump.”
Susan coughed yet
again...louder... but it was only when Fury noticed that his cigar smoke was
hitting an invisible barrier that he got the hint and, somewhat reluctantly,
stubbed his stoggie out.
The five principal actresses that had been specifically
named in Dr Bloat’s e-mailed threat; Marcia Kross, Felicia Huffmann, Teri
Hatchet, Eva Lingerie and Nicola Sheridaen had been cooped in the same hotel
suite up under 24 hour shield
guard for days now. And, as they didn’t really get along too well in the first
place, this was not a recipe for domestic harmony. So as week one was
drawing to a close nerves were beginning to become frayed and tempers were
starting to boil over.
“How much longer do you think we're going to be stuck
here?” queried an exasperated Nicola Sheridaen, for only about the tenth time.
“We’ve just got to be patient. You don’t want to run the
risk of that weirdo Dr Bloat actually succeeding in kidnapping us do you? I
mean, look at what he did to Niobe Khambell and Kate Mess. You don’t want to
end up like them do you?” replied Felicia Huffmann.
“Damn right I don’t! Did you see those photos? Urghhh... gross!”
shuddered Nicola.
“Anyway those three super heroines minders that Fury
promised us should be arriving shortly.” reassured Marcia Kross “This Dr Bloat
character won’t stand a chance of getting to us once they’re here.”
“Y’know
I’d be happier if they’d just sent them to capture him in the first place... I
mean... admit it, they’re not going to let us out of here until he’s been
apprehended anyway are they?” said Felicia.
“Yeah! And meanwhile it feels like
we’re the ones in prison.” Grumbled Nicola.
“I know... its driving me insane...They won’t even let us
use the hotel multi gym. I keep having to improvise my
own daily workout.” Complained Teri Hatchet as she lay upon a yoga mat, her
feet hooked under a nearby radiator pipe, rapidly raising her torso up to her
bony knees and back down again as she continued doing a seemingly endless
series of sit ups like some zoo animal with a captivity induced compulsive
behaviour disorder.
“If I don’t get my daily exercise work out my huge butt
will soon be torching the floor!” she whined.
“Her ‘huge butt’” sniggered
Marcia.
“Yeah... more like her none existent
butt.” Laughed Nicola cruelly “I mean define ‘body
dimorphism’ or what?”
“Hmnn define it? Ha! Well... she certainly wouldn’t be able
to spell it. But at least we still get room service. Does anyone want
what's left of this buffet?” said Marcia picking up a canapés. “Oh God of course not!” said Eva Lingerie
looking up from a copy of ‘Hello’ magazine “You know as well as I do that if we
go even a pound over our ideal screen weight the studio will fire us on the
spot!”
“Hmnn... Well... I’ve got a fast metabolism. I never seem
to put on any weight anyway.” Marcia replied, defiantly cramming the morsel
into her mouth in a very unlady like manner.
“Bullshit!” exclaimed Nicola “we all know the only reason
you can eat more than the rest of us is because you keep secretly sneaking off
to the toilet and vomiting it all back up again. Well I think that’s a
disgusting habit. And so do the rest of the girls.”
“If it was good enough for Princess Di, it’s good enough
for me.” Sniffed Marcia tossing her fine scarlet hair.
“Anyway you’re nobody to talk you blonde bimbo. I wonder
what all your fan-boy male admirers would think if they knew you kept rushing
off for a quick ‘Lippy suck’ every time we cut to commercial.”
“How dare you bitch! I’ll…”
This potential cat fight was halted by a soft knocking upon
their door. Teri walked over to it putting her big brown eye to the peep hole.
“Who is it?” she enquired, a little nervously.
“Your shield protection
marm.” a voice replied “May we come in for a second?”
“Okay.” said Teri opening the door…
Meanwhile
back at SHIELD HQ Fury was handing out assignment files to his three glamorous
new recruits. Susan flicked open the file and studied the photo of a dark
skinned man with white sticking up hair and hi-Tec goggles.
“So this is the infamous Dr Bloat is it? What’s your
assessment Nicolas? Is he capable of carrying out his threat?”
“This bird’s strictly small fry Susie.”
He replied “we’re not talking Dr Doom here... but yeah... he’s done it once...
So I guess he can do it again.”
“What's his background Colonel?” said
“Well ladies this guy’s a grad A
cuckoo. Got some kinda fetish about fat chicks. Loves ‘em... thinks big is beautiful. He’s what our
psychiatric division calls a ‘chubby chaser’. Reckons our
societies all decadent... on the wrong track with this obsession with slimming
and dieting. And reckons it’s up to him to do something about it.”
“This doesn’t seem like our kind of case at all…” said
Storm glancing at her two friends for confirmation. “But please... fill us in
on the current situation. For instance, where are these threatened actresses at
the moment Colonel?”
“Right now we’ve got the gals safely hold up in a swank
hotel downtown. The address is in the file. You’ll be payin’ ‘em a visit when
we’re through here. Don’t worry them gals are as safe as houses.” reassured
Fury.
A bunch of Dr Bloat’s burly black garbed henchmen
shepherded the primo cast of ‘Hectic Homemakers’ into the villain’s main
laboratory where the evil master of weight gain was waiting to greet them with
keen anticipation.
“Good evening ladies... I’m terribly sorry to have to drag
you away from your hotel suite like that. But I simply must insist you join me
for dinner. I’m sure you’ll leave here… well fed?”
“You can’t do this to us” yelled Teri Hatchet.
“Yeah! Let us go! We’re American citizens!”
screamed Nicola Sheridaen, a little redundantly.
“You daren't touch us freak. We’ve got protection. Three of
the most powerful super heroines on the planet will be coming to rescue us...”
cried Eva Lingerie defiantly. “Err… soon… real soon! You’ll see!”
“Yeah… but where the hell are they?” sobbed Nicola trying
to wrestle free of her captors. “We need their help right now!”
“Oh I know more about all that than you might guess my
dears. I assure you that your super-bimbo bodyguards/rescuers are not going to
be of any help to you in any case. Now I have feeding stations prepared for you
all... I’m going to deprogramme you of your unhealthy body fascist obsessions
and teach each and every one of you that you can be both fat and beautiful.”
This statement was greeted by another, even louder course
of screaming and protesting. You simply don’t mention the ‘F’ word to
Dr Bloat gestured towards Teri Hatchet.
“Miss Hatchet would you do us the honour of going first?
Please undress and take your position upon the feeding station.”
“No!
“Now don’t be like that Miss Hatchet... remember you
decorum. You want to set a dignified example to your lovely compatriots don’t
you?”
It was obvious from the fight that she was putting up that
Teri was not willing to just meekly comply with his request. Not that that made
any difference to her muscular guards as they gleefully stripped her of all her
clothes and then manhandled her towards the frame. She was still futilely
fighting and yelling as she was mounted in position upon the metal framework.
Her arms were secured behind her back by padded metal clamps around her wrists
and her legs then tucked back and securing to another bar by clamping her
calves into position. The job completed her two guards stepped back and she was
just left to dangle there like a pinned butterfly, practically unable to move.
Dr Bloat pointed to the beautiful dark haired Eva Lingerie
next and her guards began to drag her, struggling fiercely, towards the empty
holding frame next to Teri's whilst Teri's ex attendants began to gleeful rip
off her clothes. The petite
Nicola Sheridaen was
selected next and the long legged blonde was manhandled towards the next empty
position. Soon Dr Bloat’s Henchmen had efficiently stripped her and positioned
her adjoining Eva and Teri upon the rack. The last two girls followed suit in
short order so that all five were now hung suspended, helpless and naked, upon
the force feeding apparatus.
They were still all struggling gamely in their bonds but it
was obvious to everyone that they weren’t going anywhere. Teri Hatchet ruefully
concluded that she wasn’t going to be getting out of this predicament by
herself. “Never mind these overrated super heroines…” she thought “what I
really need to rescue me was Superman!”
“Excellent” said Dr Bloat “now for the next stage...engage enema nozzles!” he ordered, and a snake like tube
arose behind each immobilised TV hottie. At the press of a button they
simultaneously thrust forwards impaling themselves deep inside Teri, Eva,
Marcia, Nicola and Felicia’s butt cheeks. A great deal of
alarmed shrieking and protesting accompanied this unorthodox and unexpected (at
least as far as the poor starlets involved was concerned) medical procedure.
The outcries soon died down to pained sobs and whimpers and
each girl wriggled and shifted in an attempt to accommodate this unwanted intruder
now buried far up their anal cannels.
However their minds were swiftly taken off their sore, butt
plugged asses as they saw Dr Bloat press another button upon his hand consul.
Feed pipes descended from the ceiling to mouth level and soon all five girls
were effectively gagged as the penis shape plastic tubes forced their way
inside their mouths. Then, at the press of another button, the pale pink fat
mix began to ooze down the semi transparent pipes towards the waiting mouths of
the captive actresses. There ensued much moaning and chocking as they found
they were unable to spit this gunk out and had no choice but to swallow it. It
looked for all the world as if some of the hottest
actresses on television were being forced to suck off cock.
Five minutes later and they’d all done a whole heap of
swallowing. Teri groaned as she felt her stomach expanding as it was pumped
full of this horrible (but kind of tasty) gunk. She glanced across at Eve tied
up next to her, and met her despairing tear-filled eyes. Looking down she could
see Eva's own tiny stomach bulging out further and further and, as she watched
in amazement, saw Eva’s cute little belly button pop out as it inverted under
the mounting pressure.
Storm leaned back in her chair flicking through the sheaf
of papers on Dr Bloat’s nefarious activities that Colonel Fury had handed out.
“Y’know I hate to admit it…”She said “but, to an extent, I
think I can see where this Dr Bloat fellow is coming from. I mean nowadays our
culture is so obsessed with being thin… this whole ‘size zero’ trend...it’s
just not healthy.”
“I agree…” said
“Yes.” Agreed Storm “sometimes I despair
of where all this is heading to. There have already been examples of
some of these teenaged models starving themselves to death. I honestly think
that I would approve of almost anything if it will make the media change its
unhealthy obsession with these skeletal looking women.”
“And the actresses on this particular TV show are amongst
the worse offenders... particularly that Teri Hatchet. I mean she used to have
such a lovely figure but did you see those horrid looking photos of her in the
‘National Inquisitor’ the other week? Ughhh! She looked like a
The actresses in question meanwhile were being more than
punished for any ‘Judas goat’ promoting of anorexia that they might have been
guilty of in the past, as they were being forced to endure cycle after cycle of
force feeding torment as prescribed by the demented Doctor Bloat.
Firstly they would be stuffed to bursting point, and then
they would just have to hang there, softly groaning, their heavy, distended
stomachs protruding out in front of them. Each TV starlet
experiencing the awful bloated sensation of having eaten way way
too much. Then their stomachs would start to shrink back to normal size
as the awful hi-fat ‘Phat-mix’ compound was rapidly absorbed by their bodies to
be redistributed onto their thighs, buttocks and, in particular, their breasts.
For each actress now possessed a gigantic, if not particularly nice looking,
pair of breasts. Each flabby meat sack sagged down limply on either side of
their grotesquely swollen bellies, their areolas had expanded to the size of
saucers and their stretched out looking tit skin was covered in big purplish
veins.
All five girls
were only too well aware of just how obscenely fat they now looked as the
thoughtful Dr Bloat had been kind enough to place a series of tall mirrors in
front of them. So our captive beauties had little choice but to gaze at their
reflections and contemplate what his awful fast food treatment was doing to
their formerly slim bodies.
Worse... not only had sedatives in the feed mix made them
all drowsy and passive, but it was also highly laced with appetite stimulants,
so that soon after each feeding session was over their stomachs would start to
growl and grumble and a irresistible hunger would cause them to urgently suck
upon the feed pipes in an desperate attempt to get more.
A bleary eyed Teri Hatchet slowly turned her head to gaze
across at her companion in misery Eva Lingerie. The formerly slim and petite
breasted Latino was now the far from proud possessor of two humongous and
flaccid udder sacks which dangled down on either side of her protruding Buddha
like belly. Teri could see that Eva’s once slim legs had also swollen up out of
all proportion. She now had thick, flabby looking claves and a pair of
absolutely huge cellulite dimpled thighs. Teri shuddered in revolution at the
very sight of her, but a quick glace across at her own reflection convinced her
that she herself was now looking just as bad… if not worse!
Meanwhile in Fury’s office the debate about dieting and
body image was still continuing.
“...I mean it can’t do any good for young impressionable
girls to be constantly bombarded by these media images of stick thin actress
and models all the time, most of them airbrushed and computer enhanced at that.
A lot of them are obviously borderline anorexics themselves, so it’s no wonder
we get so many kids with eating disorders these days.” Said
“And I’ll tell you something else I can’t stand...” she
continued” the flip side to all this... y’know, when they publish photos of
perfectly healthy looking movie stars and celebrities and then criticise them
for being overweight. It makes my blood boil... it really does.”
Fury had noticed that Susan had been uncharacteristically
quite during all this discussion. She had just sat there, looking uncomfortable
and chewing her bottom lip, but now suddenly she jumped up and started to speak
out vehemently.
“I think you’re absolutely right Phoenix.” she said with no
small amount of passion “This stick figure propaganda is putting all women
under unnatural pressure to achieve totally unrealistic targets in body
shape...”
“For instance,” she continued “about a month ago some lousy
paparazzi took photos of me with a long distant lens whilst I was in my bikini
on the beach. They then sold them to some sensationalist tabloid which then
published them below the headline ‘The Inflatable Woman’ ( it was suddenly
immediately obvious to the other two women just why Susan was so touchy upon
this particular subject.) the accompanying article implied that I’d put on a
bit of weight recently, and that my bum was too big. I mean... I’ve had two
children for God’s sake... of course my pelvis is wider than it used to be when
I was twenty. But I mean, seriously…” she said getting out of her chair and
swivelling around to give everyone a good view of the posterior in question.
“Does my bum look too big to you? C’mon? I ask you, does
it?”
“It looks fine to me Susan... they obviously don’t know
what their talking about.” said Jean Grey, diplomatically, whilst privately
thinking Susan's ass could be, at best, be politely described as ‘wide and well
rounded’.
“Yes, it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with it. Mine’s
about as big, if not bigger.” said Storm, which was, at least, a bit more truthful,
as Storm’s bootylicious derrière was Jo Lo sized at least.
“I mean, you’re a man Nicholas.” said Susan swivelling her
almost bare rear in Fury’s direction." Does my butt look too big to you?
Well? Does it?”
Colonel Fury cleared his throat, it seemed obvious to both
Storm and
“Yeah, yeah, it’s... Err... fine Suzie. Now... if we can...
err… just get back to the matter at hand ladies… all this girl talk about media
role models and such is fascinating stuff... but also completely academic.”
“I mean, if it was just up to me I’d send Captain
“It was this number crunching bunch a’ wires and gizmos
that designated you three ladies as the optimum candidates for this particular
job. So I’m afraid that all there is to it ladies…” he sighed, spreading his
hands wide “Apparently your country can find no greater use for your abilities
than to have you baby mind a bunch of pampered actresses who have started to
receive crank letters. Sometimes I despair... I really do!”
“Its okay Nicolas…” reassured Susan “If shield thinks this mission is so
important that it warrants our involvement then I’m sure we’d be only too glad
to take it on... won’t we girls.?” The two X babes nodded their heads in
agreement.
“The world’s not in any immediate danger at the
moment is it
“Not that I know of Storm." Replied her red haired
friend with a smile “And if something big does come up... Well... we’ll just
have to prioritise won’t we?”
“Thank you ladies... Err... Dismissed!” said the still
trying to get this whole interpersonal sexual protocol thing right war
veteran as he handed over the assignment case file to the Invisible Woman. All
three women then arose from their seats, said good buy, (whilst resisting a
vague saucy urge to salute), and made their way out of the door.
However the moment the door closed behind them the Colonel
underwent a strange metamorphosis, changing into a blue skinned female mutant
with dark crimson hair. She opened a communication switch on the desk consol
with one snakelike flick of her hand.
“They’re on their way now…” She reported her cadmium yellow
eyes narrowing “just make sure you fuck those bitches up good for me!”
Two days of none stop forced feeding and the five, now
increasingly desperate, housewives were still wriggling away helplessly upon
the feeding station frame. Their bellies bulging out as if they were all
heavily pregnant and their thighs and buttocks were now gigantic. The door slid
open as Dr Bloat returned to check on his helpless charges. Automatic weighing
scales fed data into readout displays above each actress giving an exact second
by second measurement of their individual weight. Dr Bloat walked along the row
studying these figures and making notes upon his clipboard.
“Congratulations Nicola…” he said “You're currently ahead
by 5 pounds… but don’t worry all you girls have managed to put on
another nine more stone since this time yesterday. I’m just so proud of you
all.” A chorus of moans and whimpers arose from his feed tube gagged captives
as their bloated bodies wriggled pathetically in their restraints.
“What a good little group of ‘gainers’ you’ve all turned
out to be.” he added encouragingly. “I know that we’ve Still got a long,
long way to go ladies... but I’ve a feeling you five will be my greatest
successes so far.”
The three glamorous adventuresses entered the lobby of an
expensive
They emerged from the lift at the top floor and made their
way along the corridor. Susan was the first to notice that the door to the
girl’s room was ajar and that no one was standing guard outside.
"Something's wrong!!” she yelled, starting
forward “Where are the shield
body guards!?!” They rushed into the apartment, all caution forgotten. It
was empty! Chairs and tables were over turned and the whole room gave
plentiful evidence that a tremendous struggle had recent taken place there.
“It seems that we’re arrived too late." said Storm
surveying the wrecked hotel room.” Not only have they absconded with the five
actresses we were supposed to be protecting but all of the shield personnel as well!"
“Right then...” said Susan her hands upon her hips “I'll
use my invisibility powers to turn all this junk invisible and then score the
place for the slightest clues, Jean see if you can pick up any phychotelemic
traces or residual thought waves…”
“Or…” broke in Storm smugly “we could use this
tracker to locate the homing devices that Fury made sure each of these
actresses swallowed?”
The hastily requisitioned shield
vehicle touched down quietly on a patch of deserted wasteland which had been
recently cleared for redevelopment and the three super heroines quickly
disembarked. Storm held the directional finder up at arms length in front of
her.
“The signals are coming from that building directly ahead.”
she said, pointing towards a lone warehouse type building standing upon the
partial demolished industrial estate. A dilapidated sign across the front read.
“The
Happy Sow Animal Feed Processing Plant”
“Y’know this guy is seriously starting to tic me off!” said
Susan “I mean Fury's right. This was a job for regular law enforcement, not for
super heroines like us. He’s not even in our league, look how easily we were
able to track him down.”
“So how’d want to play this?” asked Storm “we could do it
nice and slow... Sue could do a little invisible recon... Or... we could just
tear into the place, flatten Dr Bloat and his henchmen and rescue those TV
bimbos.”
”Look…” said Susan “ I know we’ve all got appointments
later on this week to do photo shoots for this year’s ‘Super heroine Swimwear
Special’. So I don’t think any of us want to waste more time than we have to on
this little fiasco now do we? Storm... blow the damned doors off!"
A deafening thunderbolt of lighting tore open the roll down
doors at the front of the loading bay and the three super heroines levitated,
each in their own individual ways, into the large hanger.
The guards inside didn’t even get a chance to draw their
weapons before
“Jean get the info we want out of
one of them." ordered Storm.
Jean stared hard at one of the terrified guards quickly
rifling through the contents of his mind.
“Dr Bloat is through there…” she announced, pointing to a
reinforced steel door. “With the hostages!”
Susan gestured with both her arms and a battering ram of
invisible psionic force sent the door flying off its hinges.
The three heroines strode magnificently over the flattened
steel doors and through the slowly settling dust. The first thing that caught
their eye were the group of enormously fat naked women yoked together by thick
hemp rope that was wrapped tightly around their wrists and looped in
consecutive nooses around each of their fat necks. Next they noticed a few of
Dr Bloat’s henchmen, dressed in the same uniform as those outside, all stood
around with their hands in the air and with a group of SHIELD personnel all kitted
out in the latest Starktech armour training guns on them. Also present was a
mulatto looking guy in a lab coat with a shock of frizzed up white hair,
obviously the infamous Dr Bloat himself. Who also seemed to be under arrest.
“Its okay ladies, you can stand down…” said one of the shield agents, whose insignia
identified him as the group leader. “We’ve managed to capture Dr Bloat without
you assistance.”
“Yeah! A fat lot of good you
bimbo’s turned out to be.” suddenly piped up one of the super rubensian fat
chicks.
“Yes!” concurred another “just look at us! Look at what
that creep’s done to our beautiful bodies! He’s turned us into disgusting
freaks! And it’s all your fault! You were supposed to
be protecting us!”
Susan, Ororo and Jean were still having a struggle
identifying which of these obese creatures was which actress from the TV show.
However, the more they stared, the easier it became to match faces to names, as
the girls features were still more or less the same... just bloated up a lot.
“You useless bitches… what’s the point in rescuing us now?
How can we ever show our faces again?” Said the red haired
one… so obviously this porker had once been the slim and beautiful Marcia
kross.
“I’m going to have my agent sue you and SHIELD for dereliction
of duty. Incompetence... Gross criminal neglect! We’ll bankrupt you! Our
careers might be over... but we’re going to make damn sure your
are too!” she yelled shrilly.
“Yes…” sobbed a morbidly obese caricature of Teri Hatchet
“We’re going to tell the whole world just how badly you failed us! <sob!> Just look at me” She wailed in disgust gazing down
at her quivering over inflated body. “Look!”
The three super heroines could do little else, as these
wobbling blancmanges in bondage were a fascinating, if bizarre, spectacle. And,
as they stood there, starting to feel pretty redundant and silly and with the
ramifications of what a botched up job they had made of things beginning to
sink in several things occurred simultaneously to the quick witted Invisible
Woman.
“Wait a minute!” she exclaimed suddenly “Something's wrong
here! Fury’s case file notes clearly stated that this lunatic’s fattening up
process took at least three days! But we only got called in to safeguard
these women this morning! How could they have gotten so big so quickly?”
“Y’know you're right Mrs
At this point the ‘shield’
personnel slowly turned around and trained their guns on the three super
heroines, who were instantly galvanised into action by the revelation of this
double cross.
Storm lighting blasted three out of the way. Susan
“The games up Bloat. Now you tell
us how to get these girls back to normal quick... or things will start to get
very unpleasant for you!” snarled Susan.
“There is no antidote you blonde bimbo! They’re stuck like
that forever! condemned to remain fat little sows for the rest of their
lives... but you're right…. you’ve got me fair and square here, so that now it
only remains for me to say...“Induce neural scrambler.”
Instantly all three costumed heroines were seized by
violent convulsions and collapsed twitching and jerking to the floor. Their
faces screwed up in mindless agony whilst they repeatedly tried to cover their
ears with their shaking hands.
Dr Bloat was released as Susan's force bubble instantly
popped. The smirking doctor then strolled around gloating over his writhing
victims until he was stood beside the frantically squirming figure of Storm who
was flopping around helplessly at his feet.
“A neural disruptor signal carried on an ultrasonic wave
length beam... in case any of you ladies are interested. Quite harmless to
those amongst us sensible enough to be wearing the correct ear plug protectors.
But I’m afraid that it tends to induce pseudo epilepsy in anyone else within
the range of the beam. Total black out and unconsciousness usually results in
about five more seconds.”
Storm snarled up at him, blood running from her nose, still
trying to feebly lash out with badly coordinated limbs.
“And…” he continued “As all three of you slut’s powers rely
on you being able to concentrate mentally... Well... I’d say that’s you three
fucked! Wouldn't you?”
Storm couldn’t reply as she had already blacked out. Dr
Bloat looked down smugly at her now unconscious face. Her full lips were open
and a trail of drool was running down from the corner of her mouth. He also
noticed that all three heroines had soiled themselves as their bladders and
bowels had uncontrollably voided after being short-circuited by the neural
beam.
“Our intrepid little heroines seemed to have suffered
unexpected accidents in their pants gentlemen.” said Dr Bloat commenting upon
this fact.
“It’s with all this excitement I expect. Still... it
wouldn’t be fair to leave them like that now would it? Much
too embarrassing. I think it best if we got them out of their messed up
outfits and all cleaned up again, don’t you boys?”
The evil doctors’ henchmen immediately set about the task
stripping the three unconscious super babes of their soiled costumes with much
enthusiasm and gusto.
Dr Bloat turned around to address the now clinically obese
cast of ‘Frantic Homemakers.’
“Now... where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?
Ah yes… photo sessions! Miss Hatchet… you can go first I think.”
The grossly fat Teri Hatchet was dragged sobbing and
pleading through a door marked ‘Photo studio’ as her four companions
immediately set up a cacophony of wailing and caterwauling, knowing all too
well that soon obscene photographs of their new grotesquely fat bodies would be
available all over the internet. Their disgrace would be complete and their
careers ruined forever.
“And
when you’ve finished with them, take them into town and dump them outside the
nearest Mc Ronald's or Burper King.” ordered Dr Bloat.
“I have some new lovelies to process now.” he said
returning his gaze to the limp forms of the by now naked super heroines, a
maniacal gleam in his eye.
When Susan, Ororo and Jean regained consciousness they
discovered they were tightly bound inside a suspended metal rig, their wrists
secured behind their backs and their ankles hooked up behind their thighs. A
brief, if vigorous, struggle convinced them that their powers of movement were
now severely limited. As were their power of communication as all three found
they now had penis like feed tubes shoved deep down their throats.
“Ah... awake at last are we ladies?” Asked
the gloating figure of Dr Bloat as he stood in front of them his goggling eyes
obviously admiring the voluptuous naked bodies of his three immobilised
captives.
“No adverse effects from my neural bombardment I
trust?" (Truth be told all three girls were still
groggy and had thumping headaches. But, of course, had no way
of communicating this information to him.)
“I expect by now you’re trying to use your special powers
to free yourselves… humm? And not having much luck at it I expect. Yes? Allow
me to explain why.” he pointed to a large cabinet like box linked up by wires
to the metal framework which imprisoned them.
“This device you see over to your right is a sophisticated
damper field unit which is at this moment effectively shutting down all your
super powers. I might as well admit to you right here and now that I didn’t
invent this device myself, I’m not that smart, but it was provided free
for my use by the gentleman who sponsored me to target you three bimbos for my
next experiment in forced feeding. Do you want to know who he is by the way?”
All three sets of eyes widened, soundlessly conveying that
they did indeed wish to know who was responsible for them ending up in such a
dire predicament.
“Sorry, can’t tell you ‘client confidentiality’ and all
that.” smirked Dr Bloat “He did however instruct me to recorded every step in
your treatment and distribute the videos on the World Wide Web… so he is a very
generous man.”
Susan, Jean and Ororo apparently all had something to say
about this, but due to the feed pipes none of it was even remotely coherent.
“Now, now, ladies... don’t upset yourselves.
There’s nothing to get stressed up about here. In a few seconds I’ll switch on
the ‘auto feeder’ and it will begin forcing my highly addictive and highly
fattening ‘Phat-mix’ formula down the feed pipes into your stomachs. So over
the next three days your nubile bodies will inflate like balloons and there
isn’t a damn thing you can to do to prevent it.”
This information provoked another bout of struggling and
squirming from the immobilised beauties. This didn’t seem to achieve much...
but all that boob jiggling was fascinating to watch.
Dr Bloat pressed a button on his hand held remote and there was the sound of
machinery whirring into life. Casting her gaze upwards Susan could see a glass
tank full of this lunatic’s fattening mixture and above that a cylindrical
plunger which was now slowly descending, depressing the pale pink gunk so that
it began to be forced down the feed pipe towards her waiting mouth.
“Those waste pipes you can no doubt feel jammed up your
rectums will take care of any by product overflow.” continued Dr Bloat “So now
all you need do is just hang there like fruit on the bough and ripen for me.
Bwhah haw haw!” he chuckled leaving the room.
“muurrgghhh!” Said Susan as she felt the inside
of her mouth now beginning to fill up with this disgusting glop, and worse, the
revolting sensation of it also starting to slide down her throat.
“Murrghhh... murpghhfgh!”
Said
By the next day our heroines were already starting to
sufferer the ill effects of their enforced gluttony. Their breasts had expanded
enormously, but had also (unfortunately) drooped downward alarmingly towards
the floor, and their once tight abdomens had soften and disappeared behind
rolls of fat. The girls had ample opportunity to study these changes in their
appearance in the mirrors opposite them which had been generously provided for
this purpose by Dr Bloat.
Every feeding sessions was a repetitive and exhaustion
ordeal. Firstly a huge quantity of Dr Bloat's Phat-mix compound would be pumped
into their already aching stomachs until they bulged out to maximum capacity.
Then the feed device it would switch itself off. And the captive heroines would
then just have to hang there with huge pregnant looking bellies fully distended
and soft moans escaping from their tube gagged mouths. After about half an hour
a terrible craving for more of this vile but addictive concoction would take
possession of them and they would begin frantically suckling away on their feed
pipes like a hungry baby at its mother’s teat. Then about two hours later the
machine would spring into life again another portion of the Phat-mix would ooze
into the overhead glass bottle before plunger would descend to slowly squeeze
it all down, right down the three girl’s gullets into their rapidly re-swelling
stomachs.
Not only was Dr Bloat’s formula full of appetite stimulants
it was also loaded with sedatives designed to make the subject sleepy and
lethargic. So that all three girls soon lost the will to fight and abandoned
their struggling, seemingly content to just hang there passively being fatten up
more and more with each hour that passed. In fact they became so doped up and
drowsy that they were hardly aware of the passage of time. Their thought
processes now reduced to an almost animal like level of just feeding and
sleeping.
And so it was that on day three Dr Bloat entered the room
and surveyed his trio of by now enormously fat prisoners. Susan moved her head
slightly, glowering at him with half closed, heavy lidded eyes. Pink gunk could
be seen running down the side of her mouth where it had escaped from the feed
tube to drip down in splashes upon her mammoth tits and stomach. In fact all
three girls were besmirched with dribbles of Phat-mix which had escaped their
hungry mouths. Dr Bloat walked along the line pausing before Storm, noting down
her weight upon his clipboard chart. He gazed up at the now XXXL X woman.
“Congratulations Storm 365 lbs I am impressed... and you
And all the three corpulent super chicks could do was just
hang there helplessly, like plump flies trapped in a spider’s web, miserably
contemplating the grotesque caricatures of their former lovely selves they
could see in the mirrors opposite.
By now Susan was only half conscious most of the time due
to all the soporific drugs in Dr Bloat’s Phat-mix, so at first she hardly
noticed the persistent bussing sound around her head.
“Oh great! That’s all I need...”
She thought distractedly “Some damned fly annoying me!”
Then she noticed that the tiny, quick moving creature more
resembled a minute fairy... The delirious Susan briefly assumed that she was
now starting to have hallucinations featuring Tinkerbelle before she realised
the truth, that this must actually be The Wasp from The Avengers. The tiny
figure buzzed backwards and forwards in front of her before suddenly flying
away towards the main control panel. A second later it had transformed back to
human size and the well proportioned figure of Janet Van Dyne AKA the Wonderful
Wasp stood, staring in open mouthed astonishment, at the spectacle before her.
All three trusted up heroines could guess all too easily
what she was gawping at. A freak show with not one, but three fat
ladies! Nevertheless the evil Dr Bloat could return at any second so it was
vital that Janet hurried up and set them free.
Each girl frantically tried to mentally convey this
information via hysterical eye contact and much yelling around feed tubes.
Janet seem to get the message and tore herself free from staring at all this
naked and obese flesh to bend over control panel. She tucking some stray jet
black hair back behind her ear as she concentrated hard upon the bewildering
array of knobs and switches before her. Unfortunately Janet had never been very
good at this sort of thing, and, as she bit her lip and hesitantly turned a
dial to the left the force feeder sprang into overdrive, nosily pumping gallons
of glop down the pipes into the already bloated super heroines stomachs. Their
eyes goggled out of their heads in panic as they were relentlessly stuffed to
exploding point.
Realising her mistake Janet quickly turned the dial the
back other way and the machine whirred to a stop… much to the relief of Jean,
Ororo and Susan.
Janet studied the consol some more, and then tentatively
pressed the button marked ‘Disable power
neutraliser’ and a large box like machine by the side of the restraint
cradle that had been emitting an low almost imperceptible hum fell silent.
Janet next tried ’retract rectal
drainage tubes’ and there was a loud series of ‘pops’ and not a little
muffled squealing as the colonic tubes were yanked out of the three captives
gargantuan butts and disappeared back into the wall mounting. ‘Retract feeder tubes’ seemed a safer
bet, so she pressed that one and was gratified to see the feed pipes emerge
from the three heroines gasping mouths and vanish upwards towards the ceiling.
Then she pressed another button labelled ‘lower
restraining cradle’ and the large tubular cage like skeleton lurched
downward until the three captive super sized heroines bent knees were hanging
about a foot off the floor. Another button said “release holding clamps’ Janet pressed that one as well and
manacled restraints immediately sprang open and the three rolly polly figures fell heavily forward onto the floor. Cue for
more squealing. Janet started forward as she saw them flopping around on the
floor trying to get up, their blubbery arms waving about wildly, before
realising that... actually... she had no idea whatsoever of how to help these
three wheezing heffalumps back up to their feet in any case.
Nevertheless Janet rushed over to
them, struggling to ensure that none of the horror and disgust she felt whilst
looking at these unfortunate women registered upon her face and quickly brought
them up to speed with developments.
“Oh God… Susan... Ororo... Jean... I’m so glad I finally
managed to find you guys. Since we found your ripped
up costumes in a trash can in
The naked sumo heroines had, by this time, managing to
clamber clumsily to their feet, but still had to just stand there for a minute
to get their breath back. Jean ran her hands compulsively across the mounds of
blubber which now encased her belly and thighs, as if only now coming to grips
with their reality.
“Oh my God! Look at me... just
look! No man’s ever going to want me again! What will Scott and
“Be quite Jean!” shouted an equally upset looking Storm
“getting hysterical is not going to help us any.”
“Well said Storm…” said the grossly obese Invisible Woman
“as Reed would say we’ve got to stay objective.”
“Objective!?! Shrieked Jean “You stupid cow…look at me! Look at yourself
for that matter! We’re hideous. Bloat has turned us into fat monsters!”
This second outburst earned
“Thank you Storm.” said Susan “Right… let’s assess our
situation. Point one; we’ve now got our powers back, which is good... it means
we’re not helpless anymore. So we need a plan of action! First things first...
Janet, we three are going after Dr Bloat, after what he has done to us he’s ours
okay?!” she said with a look of steely determination on her rotund face “You
hunt around and see if you can find some samples of this ‘Phat-mix’ gunk. That
way we’ve got something to hand over to Reed and Tony Stark so that they can
get to work on a antidote (what seemed, on the surface, to be a eminently
sensible suggestion in actual fact masked a desperate junkie’s determination
not to be cut off from her source of supply!) Nodding quickly Janet shrank to
wasp size and bussed off.
Meanwhile, all unbeknownst of these fresh developments, Dr
Bloat was excitedly preparing for the next stage of his test subject’s
humiliation. Rapidly issuing orders to his crew to get the
building’s ad hock photo studio set up and ready.
“That's it Larry, set the spot lights up over there... Jim make sure you’ve got your camera set on ‘wide angle’ lens...
You’re gonna need it with these babes I’m telling you. Oh boy! Oh boy! I can’t
wait! Every super villain on the planet is going to want to pin these pictures
up on his wall. I’ll just give them ten more minutes…. they should be at their
absolute maximum weight limit by then.”
Suddenly these preparations were interrupted by a loud
explosion and another of Dr Bloat’s expensive to replace doors came flying off its hinges.
A trio of very angry fat mamas came waddling into the room.
Dr Bloat’s henchmen didn’t wait for any orders; they immediate trained their
guns on them and prepared to open up. But suddenly four of them were spinning
around inside bubbles of invisible force and the rest collapsed unconscious as
Assessing this set back the quick witted doctor realised
his erstwhile guests were no longer built for speed and decided to make a run
for it (to live to inflate another day) and rushed towards the exit.
But Storm gave wave of her cubby arms and bolts of
lightning came sizzling down in front of the fleeing doctor’s feet herding him
backwards. Realising he was never going to make it Dr Bloat backed up against
the wall as our three portly heroines advanced menacingly towards him. Susan
wobbled ungainly forward, her large breasts swinging wildly from side to side,
whilst Storm followed her puffing and wheezing with effort, her hands at her
sides clutching the rolls of quivering fat that were impeded her movements. And
lastly came Jean Grey also holding her huge stomach
and swinging one tree trunk thigh past the other as she slowly progressed across
the room.
The Wasp meanwhile was having some success in her search.
She buzzed in concentric circles around a large motorised trolley that had
obviously been used to transport Dr Bloat’s gunk. Two huge drum like canister
of the muck rested on the transport’s door frame sized platform, with several
large glass canisters that looked for all the world
like giant baby bottles, complete with rubber feeding teats screwed on top,
rested upon the drums. Janet rapidly assumed human sized and examined them. Did
the mad doctor intend to use these to force feed other women she pondered? Then
she notices that three of these jars had no tops on.
Letting her curiosity get the better of her Janet ran a
gloved hand along the side of the jar, scooped up some of the bright pink gunk
and then put her finger into her mouth. She already knew this stuff wasn’t
poisonous, just fattening, and she wanted to find out what it tasted like, that
was all.
“Hmnn… not too bad…” she thought. In fact it reminded her
of all the naughty foods that had long been crossed off the figure conscious
Miss Van Dyne’s diet menu. Things like... Chocolate... Strawberry
milkshakes and ice cream.
It was as if it reminded her of all the things she wasn’t
supposed to eat all at the same time… but yet still retaining a certain
indefinable flavour all of its own that Janet just couldn’t quite identify. Which seemed to confuse her... so she decided to try some more.
Two bottles of Phat-mix were quickly consumed during this Wasp taste test
before Janet suddenly realised what she was doing and dropped the empty
containers.
“Whoh there girl!” She cried “Hold on! You can’t keep
wolfing this gunk down like that or you’ll end up like those three fatties in
there.”
Janet decided to finish off the third container off (just to disposed of the last of the unopened bottles you
understand) and before she even knew what she was doing she found that she was
greedily scooping out the bottom of the jar.
With an impressive effort of will Janet resisted opening
any of the other jars and knelt down to disengage the automatic break. There
was loud ripping noise as a wide tear appeared at the top of her tights
exposing a smooth pale strip of bare buttock flesh.
“Oh Great!” she
exclaimed exasperatedly “and I was only measured up for this outfit the other
week! You just can’t rely on anyone to do a good job these days.” she made
several ineffectual attempts to tuck the torn fabric back in place before she
had to resign herself to the fact that she was going to have to walk around
with half her ass hanging out until she could get changed. She disengaged the
brake, stood up and started to push the automated trolley. The servo motor
seemed jammed and Janet had to step back and brace herself to give it the good
hard push it needed to overcome its inertia.
K-RIP!
Her other legging split open from thigh to knee."
What's with this stupid costume?” thought Janet. She shifted her position
uncomfortably and ran her hands across her tightly packed tunic.
“I’ll have to have a word with my seamstress about all
this. Now the top’s too tight across my bosom... How can I fight crime if I
can’t breathe?”
She began pushing
the trolley along the floor towards one of the loading ramp, the tear exposing
her ass widening with every angry shove.
“And this belt keeps pinching into me as well!” she moaned
“I’ll really will have to have a word with that girl!” Janet looked ahead of
her towards the bay doors at the front of the warehouse and then downwards, so
that her gaze came to rest once again upon the glass canisters containing the
‘Phat-mix’ formula.
Meanwhile Dr Bloat found himself pinned to the wall by an
invisible force field and facing three really pissed off naked fat chicks.
“That’ll hold you you little creep!” snarled Susan”
Jean Grey telekinetically levitated one of the office’s
Mobil phone into her waiting outstretched hand.
“You're finished Bloat.” Susan continued angrily “your sick
campaign of terror is over. I’m going to personally see to it that they lock
you up and throw away the key for what you’ve done to us”.
“So what?” smirked the evil doctor “I’ve already won!… I mean look at you! The three of you are
absolutely gigantic! Even if you went on crash diets tomorrow, you’d still only
end up walking around with huge wrinkled flaps of loose skin hanging off you
everywhere. Not that you’re likely to have the will power to diet considering
all the appetite stimulants I’ve been pumping you full of over the last few
days. In fact if anything you're going to be getting fatter and fatter from now
on. I’d estimate by the size you are now that within a month or so you’ll be
permanently bed ridden, demanding to be constantly hand fed like a bunch of
half ton babies.”
“And what are you going to do to me? Send me to
jail? Ha! You know as well as I do that a super criminal like myself can
escape from jail whenever he choose to do so.” He folded him arms smugly “So
now I’m just going to wait here for the police to arrive whilst I savour my
triumph and gloat over your new corpulent figures.”
“He right… damn it!” Wailed Storm, her obese body quivering with indignation.
“He’s going to away with it! He’s going to get away with what he’s done to us!”
“No he won't!" Declared Sue fiercely
“Not if I have anything to say about it!”
Epilogue;
Some time later the police had been arrived and rounded up
Dr Bloat and all his henchmen and carted them off to jail. Two cops were left
on guard by the loading bay whilst their fellow officers combed the building
for hidden felons and gathered further evidence. Suddenly both men’s heads shot
round as they caught sight of the voluptuous figure approaching them pushing a
large motor assisted transport trolley stacked with what looked like large
chemical drums. Both men immediately recognised her as the Wonderful Wasp from
the Avengers but were struck speechless when they saw that Janet had partially
unzipped the front of her tunic and a humongous pair of boobs
were now straining to escape from their confinement.
On top of the drums
lay a hi- tech looking belt and several open and empty glass bottles with
little bits of pink slime still stuck to the transparent insides. The officers
could not help but notice a smear of what looked like exactly the same
substance all around the Wasp’s mouth. But even more noticeable were the
several large tears in her outfit revealing a tantalising amount of naked
flesh.
Janet noticed heir hungry eyes on her distressed costume
and giggled mischievously “Umm sorry about the wardrobe malfunction boys, I’m
afraid this outfit’s been in the wars.” she suddenly emitted a loud belch.
“Ohh... pardon me! I do apologise. That wasn’t very lady
like of me was it?” another girlish giggle “Anyway got to get this stuff off to
the lab now. I’ve already arranged transportation, (another loud burp!) Oh
pardon me again…” she said, belatedly covering her mouth with her hand “The
Avenger’s quinjet will be landing on the forecourt shortly. Cheerio
boys.”
The two cops watched her trundle past mesmerised by the
wiggling of her half exposed ass.
“Is it just me or did she seem a little bit... sort of ...‘stoned’
to you?” Commented one of them.
“Who cares? But did you see the size of the hooters on
her?”
“Yeah... wow! Like you couldn’t miss ‘em could you?
I dunno... I mean the Wasp always seemed to have a decent pair of whaps on
her... but I don’t remember them being that big do you?”
“No…” replied his friend “and is it just me…”or did her
butt look bigger than it used to as well?”
“Never mind about her...” replied his partner “did you see
the state of those other three super chicks that went wobbling out of here
before?”
“Yeah... I know what you mean... REEE-volting! Like
blancmange overload or what!? Those were three ladies that I just didn’t need
to see naked! I mean can you believe that that blonde one’s really Susan
“...Uhun and that red headed one... she used to be one of
those X babes... ‘
“Yeah but that’s nothing... that disgusting, wobbling lump
of lard with the white hair was actually Storm. I mean...MAN!...
Storm! I used to really have the hots for her!”
“Hu hu me too.”
“I mean... she was really F.I.T.!”
“Ha!... Yeah... well not anymore
she ain’t... They’ll have to come up with a whole new name for her now… ‘Hippo
Woman’ or something”
Yeah and ‘the Invisible Blob’… shame really... they all
used to be SOOO hot.”
“Anyway, I understand that you we one of the guys who
attended this Dr Bloat character before they rushed him off to hospital. I hear
he was in a pretty bad way?”
“Too right he was... cracked ribs... Fracture cheekbone...
broken nose... multiple contusions... I’m telling you that guy was a total
mess!”
“What do you suppose could have happened to him?”
“Dunno... the paramedics said that his injuries were most
likely consistent with three really fat chicks jumping up and down on him and
sitting on his face.”
Dr Bloat will return in
‘Harley's Angels Two; Full bodied.’