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New pics from new weight. Her journey continues.

MAY THE 4TH (2017)

Hi You might have noticed we were down for most of 5/3/2017 For those who get curious here is the information I have. I spotted an IP address as having logged into the server that I did not recognize. Took the site offline right away. Locked things down and looked around and everything appeared in tact. Couldn't quite figure out why the unknown IP spotted. The login was contained in an account that didn't really have much access to anything but none the less I take it seriously. Changed all the passwords and as a precaution wiped the server and took us to a backup. because the IP was spotted as having logged in yesterday DURING a backup being made (which runs about 5 hours) the only full backup before this ip was May 1 So in short anything posted may 2 is gone. (early may 3). We didn't need to lose data but I figured the extra security was worth it. Can't hurt to change your password in just in case of the unlikely possibility that the DB was exposed. (no evidence that it was) Thank you NOTE: PS any customers who think they lost access to a clip they paid for due to the down time please contact me as I do have all the purchase records and can correct any mistake that was made. Thank you

Woof! I have something bigger then me in store for y'all!!! How do you like when I shove something in my mouth and my piggy mouth takes it ONE bite.

** UPDATE ** So it's been almost two weeks sense I got the green light, and a little difference is already noticeable! We have been following a lot of your suggestions. We eat the same, but made some minor difference in her/our diat. We went from whole wheat bread to white bread, and she's been snacking on nuts, dry fruits and chocolate through out the day. I make her 300-500 kcal milkshakes before bed time so that the calories stick. She said the other day that the milkshakes are her favorite part of the day ? I've actually lost little over a pound because i walk the dog now and we devide our carbs 40/60 in her favor. Her high waist jeans are now snugging her belly, and a little bump sticks out when she wears dresses. She seems really pleased as a dress she bought for a wedding we're attending now fits her perfectly! Here are some before/after pictures. The before picture is about three-four weeks ago, and the after was last night ? Thanks for everything!

Posted again as got lost during downtime

Just a few screenshots from her latest video. My word she's looking big.

She's saying she's around 280 now.

Wow! Just imagine in 5-6 years from now at this rate... *drools*

Fatty got drunk and crashed her car a few days ago

Installed that pink engine in my car... Holy cow does it have power!!

Yes it's old but I think there are some Videos that should be shared and worth reviving it. Nice belly movement below that dress: Dancing and moving even though not in a tight dress:

I appreciate the admins here taking security seriously. Thank you for addressing this properly.

Posted a thread regarding this issue earlier, but it seems to have disappeared so I'm trying again: I often browse Curvage on my phone, and have found the recent addition of user stats at the top of each post in the forums to be rather disruptive/distracting since this header often takes up more screen-space than the posts themselves. Is there any way to collapse or remove them? I'm sure it's not as much of an issue on desktop browsers; perhaps it has to do with how pages are resized to fit on mobile screens? If an option to remove/minimize these stats doesn't already exist, I would suggest making this an option in settings, as it detracts from the site's content during mobile navigation. EDIT: image attached to show how large new post headers are on mobile browsers.

More in green

I know losing a day worth of posts etc is not ideal However we made the decision to take the site backward as a security measure. We could have just ignored the issues as we were probably ok but security and building trust are important things so we did what we felt was best for the community. Peace of mind even if it was only a 1% risk

Jesse Quick arrived outside the town’s lone high school and gave it a quick glance over. It was a single-story building with an attached gymnasium, a football field, and a modest parking lot. Everything was dilapidated: the windows were all boarded up with plywood, the gym was covered with graffiti, and the football field was covered in knee-deep weeds and grass. With her super-speed, the sporty woman would be in and out in a second. She arrived at the front door, which was chained shut and sealed with an iron padlock. A smirk played at her lips as she solved that problem by vibrating her hand at a terrific speed. Her whirring hand sawed through the metal like it was paper, and one swift boot to the door sent the withered panels flying. “This is going to be a cinch,” Jesse mumbled as she cracked the joints in her neck. She bent down in a crouching position and summoned the Speed Formula, the source of her power, to mind. Except she could not remember it. The blonde’s eyes went wide and she shot to her feet, only to pace back and forth in the school’s lobby. She had used it for years, called on it countless times; how could she have forgotten it so easily? Every time she plumbed the depths of her brain for it, she came up with nothing, as though it had simply been erased from her memory. Suddenly, a switch flipped in her head. She remembered now! “Guess I just got a little antsy,” she muttered after a sigh of relief. Jesse got back down into her starting position, shut her eyes, and said, “7N3(6RQ)8F!” She shot off, only to discover that there was no speed to her step. Panic filled her as she tried to vibrate, fly, or even run, but nothing happened. It was the wrong formula, or ‘cheat code’ as her husband called it, and now she was left without her speed. The question then became: if the formula she recited was not the Speed Formula, then what was it? The answer came from literally nowhere. A mass of food appeared in midair, hovering just outside her reach: crispy chicken sandwiches, gooey cheeseburgers, and salty French fries; bubbling soda, steaming chocolate chip cookies, and syrupy cobbler. Jesse wondered for a spell where the food had come from, but her thoughts were put on hold when one of the cheeseburgers flew at her rosy lips. She tried to dodge away, duck, or do anything, but her body refused to cooperate; it simply stood still and opened her mouth. The cheeseburger hit her like a snowball, splattering cheese and ketchup on her cheeks, but the rest crammed itself inside. Jesse was screaming in her head as she tried to stop herself, but there was nothing she could do; she was eating that cheeseburger whether she liked it or not. And just when she had finished that, a cup of soda danced her way and tilted up to greet her lips. Her body eagerly accepted the beverage and gulped it down as if it were water. This process was repeated again and again, with the food forcing its way into her gullet and the soda quenching her impossible thirst, until she had finally finished the meal for five that had appeared before her. The speedster finally had a moment to breathe and let out a relieving belch. “Sweet golden glider, what was that?” she groaned as she wiped away the remnants around her mouth. “That would be my doing,” came a stern, deep voice from the intercom. Jesse glanced around and found a speaker mounted across from her. The runner frowned as she demanded, “And just who are you?” “Oh, you know who I am, Quick. I am the reason you’re here; the reason for your current predicament. And I am an old friend of your mother’s.” “Gluttox,” she realized. “Precisely. I have warped your perception of reality just as I am your friends and teammates; that pesky Faith should have warned you how dangerous I was.” The blonde pointed a finger at the speaker. “What did you do to me?” “I played with your memory, just a touch,” the malevolent entity replied. “You derive your powers from a piece of the Universal Equation, the formula that controls all of existence; by realizing that Speed Formula, you temporarily gain immense speed.” “I know my own powers, you basket case! I want to know what you replaced them with.” Gluttox continued, “I blocked out the Speed Formula from your mind and replaced it with one of my own creation. I call it the ‘Feed’ Formula: with it, you can summon food to your body; it replenishes nutrients you’ve wasted and bolsters your body. Observe yourself and you will see.” Jesse hesitantly turned to one of the reflective windows by the front office and gasped at what she saw. After just one meal, her body had begun to change: every inch of her had softened up, covering any muscles she had and giving her a very undefined physique. To the average eye, she would have appeared like any other woman, but she knew how she was supposed to look and it was not like this. “This? This is nothing,” the speedster taunted the wicked machine. “I put on like twice this much when I was pregnant with twins.” “This is only the beginning, Quick,” Gluttox replied. “My engine is somewhere in this building, and you need to find out where. Meanwhile, every five minutes, I will recite the Feed Formula, forcing you to consume as much food as I can summon. As time goes by, the feedings will grow bigger and bigger, until I stuff you with enough food to feed an entire school.” A vein throbbed in Jesse’s head. Of course the job would never be so easy; of course the cosmic machine had some game to play. Regardless of how she felt about it, she had to play the game, at least until she managed to break through Gluttox’s mental trap. “If you still wish to proceed, I will begin the countdown to your next feeding.” The blonde cracked her knuckles and clapped her fists together. “Ready when you are.” The sound of an airhorn sent Jesse running into the nearby office. She jogged through the dated rooms, checking out every nook and cranny she came across. The principal’s, assistant principal’s, dean’s, and even the guidance counselor’s office all turned up nothing; the only things she found were moldy files and desks coated in a thick layer of dust. Just as she dashed back out to the lobby, she heard another airhorn and covered her ears, hoping that would be enough to block out the effect of the Feed Formula. It was only wishful thinking. Once again, her body froze in place and food appeared in front of her: a swarm of chicken nuggets, each doused in condiments; square slices of greasy pepperoni pizza the size of a record; a frosty gallon jug of whole milk. The nuggets shot at her in rapid fire, filling her mouth until she could close it just enough to chew. Jesse’s body worked on autopilot and managed to choke down the salty, tangy mass before the gallon of milk plugged itself in her lips and tipped back. The chilly beverage spilled out of her lips and down her top, sending a shiver up her spine as she cursed Gluttox. Then the pizzas floated her way and stacked on top of each other, until they formed a triple-decker sandwich of flavor. The greasy treat slithered its way down her throat, and just when she caught a breath, the milk came back. Finally, when every last morsel was gone, Jesse released another relieving belch and placed her hand on her stomach to try and alleviate the bloated feeling. When she touched it, she found that it had grown much bigger; it now puffed over her shorts and created a modest muffin top of tummy. Her red shirt rode higher now, revealing a good stripe of her thickening stomach pooch. The stained garment was also being eaten up by her swelling breasts, which were now as big as they were when she was pregnant; she would soon be putting Power Girl to shame. She winced when she saw that her once toned arms were thickening up quite nicely, covering up any hint of definition she might have had. Her shorts now felt quite tight on her, and she saw that her thighs, once large from muscle, were now fluffy as pillows. She reached a hand behind her to tug at her shorts, which were being drawn into the swell of her rump. “If you are quite ready, we will try again. Unless you’d rather give up and abandon your duty?” asked the machine in something close to a taunting tone. Jesse scowled and wiped away the stains on her soft cheeks. “If you think I’m giving up from this, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m finding your power source, and when I do, I’m going to shut you down for good.” Her only reply was another air horn, which sent her running down the hall. This time, it was much more difficult, as her softening body gave a slight bounce with every step she took. On top of that, it was not easy to run in such tight clothes; she had to fight the urge to deal with the wedgie developing behind her. The not-so-speedy speedster shook her head and focused on the task at hand: finding Gluttox’s engine and blowing it into a million pieces… *** This proved to be a far more daunting task, and not just because Jesse had no idea what she was actually looking for. The real challenge came from the damned five minute penalty: if she failed, she was fed; the more she failed, the more she was fed; the more she was fed, the more she failed. Her ever fattening body was becoming cumbersome and clumsy, which made running from room to room to be that much more difficult. Every extra inch quivered and jiggled like gelatin, creating a feeling that was entirely new to her. What was worse was the fact that all this food Gluttox summoned was weakening her: she felt like she was lugging a bowling ball around at all times; her breasts felt puffy and swollen again; her legs, so strong an hour ago, now felt like cement. If the speedster had looked in a mirror, she would have been shocked at her dramatic change in appearance. First was the fact that this sloppy stuffing act had turned her into a canvas; sauce, soda, and other assorted stains covered her face and costume. And in regards to her costume, the once decent running gear had turned into something comical: her tanktop covered not a single inch of her belly and could barely contain her breasts; her fat thighs had torn her shorts to the waistband; the back of the tattered shorts was swallowed up by her greedy behind. As she crested the forty minute mark, even her gloves and running boots were getting tight on her. Just as she reached the cafeteria, Jesse Quick froze at the sound of another blasted airhorn. She placed a hand on the wall and took several desperate gulps of air; it was hard to imagine she had run clear from New York to Nowhere, Kansas not an hour ago. When she heard the Feed Formula recited over the intercom, she groaned as her body straightened out against her will and opened her mouth for another feeding. The meal this time was a medley of everything that had come before, and she swore that it lasted an eternity; despite the length of time and how much eating she had done, her jaw was not tired in the least. After the last of the food vanished down her throat, the blonde woman put a hand on her pudgy paunch and tried to massage the gut bomb lying inside. Her belly was split into two pieces by her shorts: one a massive roll that covered her waistband, and the other drooping down enough to cover her nether regions. She readjusted her top around her melon-sized breasts and tugged at her waistband, only to find it was practically painted on. “You’ve done quite well, Jesse,” the voice of Gluttox droned through the building. “I must admit, when I stuffed the students and staff here so many years ago, they lost their will to fight almost immediately. But you’re different; you’re made of sterner stuff. That will make it all the sweeter when you can no longer move and I can fatten you to proportions you can only imagine.” “Keep talking like that, it’s only going to make it worse for you,” Jesse grunted in between hiccups. This time, when the airhorn blared, she was not even close to ready; she was still weak and discombobulated from all the food. Still, she pressed on, knowing full well that it would only get worse the longer she waited. Jesse shoved the door of the cafeteria open and took a glance around. The room was dilapidated like the rest of the school: the tables were rusting, breaking, and covered in mold, the floor was filthy with dust and stains, and a broken pipe in the wall left a pool of water around the room. It looked like this would be another dead end, but then, on the far side of the room, there was a sign of hope! From what she could only assume was the kitchen, there came a hideous orange glow. It somehow beckoned to her, and she felt compelled to race to it. That had to be it; that had to be where Gluttox had hidden its part. With hope so close in sight, Jesse took off in a sprint, although in her state, it was more like a power waddle. Her tremendous thighs rippled and shook against each other down to the knee, and her belly wobbled to and fro with each step, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was making it to the kitchen and smashing the machine with whatever blunt instrument she could find. Unfortunately, in all her excitement, the quivering woman never noticed the trickle of water on the floor. Once her foot made contact, that was it; she slipped and crashed down on the tile floor below. Her breasts made a decent cushion for her chin, though they still smarted like hell, but her ankle and knees took the worst of it. A singing pain raced up from her foot, where they met with the agony forming in her knees, and then the two combined to create a howl of hurt and frustration that Jesse bellowed out. “No, no, no,” she winced as she clutched a close-by table. When she attempted to lift herself up, her knees gave out again, which sent her sprawling back onto the floor. “Not like this. Please no, not like this.” With nothing else to do, the desperate woman crawled along the floor. Her jelly belly spread out under her and became irritated at being dragged against the aged tiles, but she ignored that and all the other pain she felt. The light was so close now; just a hop and a skip would free her from this torture. Sadly, that hope was dashed by the sound of another airhorn. “No, God, please, no!” she rumbled with panic and frustration. “Just a little further, come on!” But her body was no longer hers. It froze for a spell and then flipped over onto her back. Jesse could see nothing over the swell of her breasts and gigantic gut, but the smell told her that all the food had made its return. She wanted to crawl away, kick at the meal, or swat it out of the air, but she knew how pointless that was; she could only lay there like a beached whale. First, a salad filled her mouth, followed by a bottle of thick ranch dressing that filled the space between the veggies. Just when she choked that down, sickly sweet soda in a variety of flavors poured down her gullet, which gave her a massive head rush and a rumbling feeling in her swollen stomach. Before she could even realize it, a mass of cheap spaghetti and chunky tomato sauce plugged up her lips, only to be replaced by a cookie pie the size of a dinner plate. After chomping down on that, there came another angry swarm of chicken nuggets that dive-bombed her eager mouth. Then came another round of drinks, followed by sloppy joes, burgers, soda, chicken sandwiches, milk, a poor attempt at General Tso’s chicken, juice, and on and on and on. Her belly showed the most effects from this cavalcade of cuisine. It blew up further and further, becoming a veritable mountain of taut tummy and supple skin, but it did not reach its full potential until the waistband of her shorts slipped down. Jesse’s spare tire spilled out onto her thighs and filled out with the rest of her generous gut. Her breasts fattened further until they were all but released from their containment. Likewise, her legs were almost free from the tyranny of her shorts, and she could feel her plush behind lifting her higher off the ground. It was like a hose was stuck in her mouth and she was filling out with no end in sight. The morbid curiosity over her body was gone now, replaced by boredom and impatience that wished for this humiliation to end. To pass the time, she fumbled with equations and mathematical conundrums in her head; it was the same thing she had done in school when she was bored in class. The sluggish speedster assembled and disassembled formulas piece by piece until one stuck out in her mind. Once she had it together, she held onto it tight for fear it would disappear into the caverns of memory again. She wanted desperately to shout it, sing it, do something with it, but the food kept coming on; there was no way she could recite the formula. It took time, far more time than Jesse cared to, but she had to wait until the food was finished. Her body fattened up like a dumpling being stuffed, and she paid it not a single heed. Finally, when the last crumb passed her lips, she had enough. She released a thunderous belch that seemed to shake the crumbling ceiling tiles, and then she cried out, “3X2(9YZ)4A!” That old, familiar rush washed over her body, like a spark of electricity. Jeese Quick felt the Speed Force coursing through her body once more, bringing with it a healing energy to her body. Her ankle and knees both repaired themselves faster than it took to think, and from there, she flopped over onto her side and hoisted herself to her feet. Where her body had felt so sluggish and bloated before, she now felt as light as a feather. This change was only mental though; she was still very much the size of a baby hippo. When she raced for the kitchen again, she rocketed across the floor, pools of water be damned. Though she still could only waddle, her super-speed made her immensely fast and far more destructive than before; in this way, she was very much like a hippopotamus. She crashed through table after table, took out the check-out counters, and smashed through the doorway that would otherwise have been impossible to get through. When she came to a skidding stop, Jesse spotted the source of all her trouble and the victim of her frustration. It was a giant toaster oven, the kind used at sandwich shops; the only difference was this was made with obsidian metal and emanated gluttony. “You don’t want to do this,” the machine pleaded in a neutral tone. “I could give you all the food you’ll ever need.” “If this is the kind of food I could expect, I’ll take my chances.” Jesse placed her hands on the side of the oven and vibrated her palms. The vibrations resonated from her body into the machine, causing it to tremble and shake at a terrific rate. Bolts shot off and sparks flew, but the vengeful woman was nowhere close to stopping. She pressed on, using a trick she had gained from her mentor, Wally West, until the piece of Gluttox whined like a teapot ready to go. The blonde dashed back out to the cafeteria in the nick of time, as the toaster oven exploded in a blaze of fury. Despite the odds, she had come out victorious. As her father would say, “Score one for the good guys.” It was a tough point, but Jesse won it all the same. Now that her twisted game with Gluttox was finished, Jesse took a chance to really examine herself. Her top was more or less painted on at this point, and her shorts were useless. The thighs that her husband loved so much were as big around as the average man’s waist, while her rump was so rotund, a child could sit on top quite comfortably. Meanwhile, her heavy breasts were big enough to use as bed pillows, but they were nowhere close to her titanic tummy. The bulbous beast jutted out well in front of her to the point that she could not see a single pace, much less her feet. It drooped down to the middle of her thighs, enough to protect her intimates should her shorts break before long. “I am never setting foot in a school again,” Jesse grumbled before racing off to find the others and see how they fared…

I found this

No worries, mathushan reposted in a different forum already.

Re uploaded

Showing off that she still has the curves!

vixen: Me and my old school pal Linds out on the toon. We were the big tit crew at school, and still going strong

((Wow, that took longer than expected! Sorry I couldn't keep to my Wednesday posting schedule, but not to worry! Next week's will be on time and will be a twofer as a bonus!)) Finally, the day had come. One by one, the heroines showed up on the outskirts of Cooke, the town where Gluttox was defeated so many years previously. Like Centralia, the town had long since been abandoned and nature allowed to take control. The roads in and out of town were cracked and distorted from lack of care, the paths were covered with weeds, grass, and trees, and the welcoming sign outside Cooke had rusted and faded to the point of obscurity. Faith was first to the town and looked like she was ready to take on the world. The tiny woman wore a pair of chrome pants and an ornate purple top with a ring of chrome wrapped around her chest. Her hands and feet were protected by matching gloves and boots. The next ones to arrive were Cyclone, Jesse Quick, and Judomaster. Cyclone wore a flowing green dress, under which she wore a red leotard and matching stockings; her head was protected by a verdant witch’s hat, and her identity kept secure with a red domino mask. Jesse was much less conservative, sporting a sleeveless red shirt with a jagged Q in the center, golden running shorts, and matching gloves and boots. Judomaster was covered from tip to toe in an orange mask and bodysuit with a yellow sun stretching across from the left side. Only her eyes, mouth, and ponytailed hair were exposed. Following them were Spoiler, Firehawk, and Dolphin. The Gotham girl was clad in a purple jumpsuit, gloves, boots, and cape, with an indigo mask that covered her entire face. Firehawk had changed completely: her skin now shined golden as the sun, her hair was a flaming mass of blue, and she wore a costume that had wings and a stylized hawk on the center. Conversely, Dolphin had not changed at all; she still wore the same tied-off white shirt and denim shorts she wore to the restaurant. Then came Grace and Bulleteer. Like Dolphin, the Asian Amazon wore a very simple ‘costume’, which consisted of green camo pants, black combat boots and fingerless gloves, and a maroon training bra that showed off every inch of her thick abs. Her teammate was only slightly more reserved, sporting a bright red corset, matching gloves and boots, white jodhpurs, neon pink sunglasses, and a bullet shaped helmet that enabled her to fly. After that, the starlets arrived. Phantom Lady looked like she was ready to go-go dance the night away, not stop an extraterrestrial threat; her outfit consisted of a skimpy top that covered little of her generous body, shorts that were practically painted onto her thick bottom half, black knee high boots, elbow gloves, green sunglasses, and a minicape. Elasti-Girl had opted for her classic uniform with the Doom Patrol, which meant a white and red top, matching miniskirt, and white gloves and boots; her brunette locks were done back with a coral hairband. Last, but certainly not least, were the two Justice League representatives. Doctor Light wore a mostly black ensemble that covered all her body save for her head, on which she wore a white, elaborate tiara; added to that were white gloves and boots, and a sunburst on her chest. Maya wore an orange halter top underneath purple shoulder pads, a matching miniskirt underneath chainmail skirt, orange boots, and several gold adornments. “Looking good, ladies!” Faith complimented everyone as they stood together. “You look like you’re all ready to kick butt and take names. I like it, I like it!” “And I’d like getting this over with as soon as possible,” Bulleteer sighed. She removed her helmet to run a hand through her glistening hair. “This thing is hotter than holy hell.” “Functionality comes before fashion, my friend,” Doctor Light remarked. The metal woman grunted. “Easy for you to say when you’re wearing what’s basically a tiara.” “We can talk about costume choices later,” Jesse Quick chimed in. “Faith, where do we start?” The psychic girl projected a map of the area into their heads. It depicted the town as it was, in all its decayed glory; there were plenty of places to check out. Faith explained, “Gluttox has placed roots all over this town. If we split up, we can take care of them and regroup in the town square so we can take care of the source of this trouble.” “We’re seriously splitting up?” asked Phantom Lady. “That sounds like something out of a horror movie, one of the bad ones.” “Maybe, but we can’t risk everyone being grouped together and beaten. If we split up, we may be ambushed, but it also means that we’re not all taken out at once,” the team leader answered. Cyclone pointed to a model palace near a park. “I’ll take the Enchanted Forest.” “I’ll check out Cooke High School,” chose Jesse. “Watson Gymnasium,” Judomaster mumbled. Spoiler pondered for a moment before noticing something just down main street. “I’ll hit up Uncle Joe’s Arcade!” “Town hall for me,” Firehawk picked out. Dolphin said nothing, only pointed to the pond on the east side of Cooke. “Guess I can check out Ri Ra’s,” Grace chuckled, nodding towards a bar not too far from town hall. Bulleteer might as well have thrown a dart and gone with what stuck, because she could not care less where she went. The irritated woman picked at random and said, “Give me Kay Art Gallery.” “I’ll investigate Space Oddity,” Phantom Lady decided after selecting what looked like a funky nightclub at one point. Elasti-Girl tapped her chin in thought before saying, “I’ll go scope out Temple Theater.” “There’s a science museum on the other end of town,” Doctor Light mentioned. “I’ll see what’s there.” Maya shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose I could look into the mall.” “And I’ll be investigating Saint Vincent’s Church,” Faith announced. With that out of the way, the leader clapped her hands together. “Okay, everyone! We’ll head out and look into our points. If you run into any trouble, just give me a telepathic holler and I’ll be there with cavalry.” “Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” Maya replied. “Ain’t nothing we can’t handle, little lady,” Grace snorted with mirth. She flexed one of her beefy arms and kissed the bicep. “I’ve always wanted to test myself against a New God.” Faith clapped her strongest teammate on the back. “Well, today’s your chance! Let’s head out there and get this pest off our planet once and for all!” The heroines all went their separate ways, some flying and others running, all heading towards their strange fates… *** Cyclone was carried by her namesake out to the Enchanted Forest, which was more than a little disappointing for the young dreamer. Once upon a time, it could have been a wonderful place to take the kids and play; now, it had been consumed by the elements and left to rot. The white castle gates that stood in front of the park were stained with muck, while the Old King Cole figure atop was bleached of virtually any color. It was a sad sight, but the winsome heroine had more important things to worry about. “Okay, if I were a piece of an evil, cosmic machine, where would I be?” Cyclone asked herself as she flew over the entrance and settled on the other side. Beyond the castle gate was a modest square with a fountain and some shops, all run down and decrepit. Across from one of the shops was a park map, although the redheaded girl did not bother with it; time had worn away all details. She glanced down past the fountain and noticed, much to her delight, a brick path painted in a mustard hue. The gusty girl put a skip in her step as she followed the yellow brick road into the park proper. It was a shame the town had left everything abandoned; there was so much to enjoy in the little park. Statues of the Three Little Pigs and their houses; a giant beanstalk-esque slide; a merry-go-round comprised of unicorns, dragons, and birds; everywhere she looked, there was something fantastical to behold. There was a theater decorated with pictures of puppets, a boot the size of a cabin, a little blue girl staring at her from the trees— “Wait, what?” Cyclone spun around, saw the child staring at her from across the way, and had to rub her eyes to make sure she was seeing things clearly. Sure enough, the girl was still there, watching and waiting to see what the ginger girl would do. “Um, hello?” the heroine awkwardly greeted the girl. “I’m visiting from out of town. Are you lost?” The girl shook her head and replied in a voice as melodic as a windchime, “No, I’m not lost. I was looking for guests for my mummy and daddy’s tea party. Do you like tea?” “Sometimes,” Cyclone answered somewhat more comfortably, “but I’m afraid I don’t have time for a tea party right now. I’m helping my friends look for something, so I’ve got to get going.” “Aw, that’s too bad. ‘Cause mummy is using her special stove to make the tea and scones.” That gave the hero pause. If civilians, especially strange ones, were talking about special machines, chances are they referred to some kind of alien or magical device. This might just be what she was looking for. “You know what? I think I’d really love to see this special stove,” Cyclone told the girl. “Could you show me the way to your tea party?” The child giggled. “That’s easy. Just follow the yellow brick road and you’ll get there in no time at all!” The redhead smiled. This was going much easier than she had anticipated. She waved goodbye to the kid and got back to the pathway; the spring in her step was even stronger now. Strangely enough, as she got deeper into the park, the attractions became more colorful and vibrant, as if time had not reached them yet. What’s more, she could smell the pleasant aroma of fresh-baked goods throughout the park. The scent was so intoxicating, so positively overwhelming, it seemed to cloud up her mind. “Mmm…scones would really hit the spot right now,” she mumbled as she hopped along. Eventually, Cyclone reached a split in the path, signified by a statue of a human-sized fork. She frowned as she tried to determine the best road to take, only to be entranced by the sounds of clinking plates and merry music hailing from the left path. With that made clear, she continued her trek through the park towards the delectable aromas awaiting her. She soon came to a playground of sorts that was made to look like something out of Wonderland, but there was neither Mad Hatter nor March Hare at the serving table. Rather, a gaggle of blue people, at least a couple dozen, were milling about the area; some set plates on the table, some were playing croquet, and still others were throwing lawn darts hither and tither. Most curiously of all was a strange device that sat across the way: it was like a modern version of an old, firewood-powered oven, all sleek and black with great flames billowing from the back. Cyclone shook the clouds from her head as she remembered that her job was to find a piece of Gluttox, not some bizarre tea party. She tentatively made her way across the lawn towards the oven, only to have her hand be taken by the little girl from before. “You came! Come, you simply must meet Mama!” the child exclaimed as she dragged the heroine along. “Ah, that’s okay, I’m only going to be here for a moment,” the redhead replied in a soft voice, not wanting to attract more attention to herself. All she had to do was go in, see about dismantling the oven, and then she could fly back to her friends. The girl led her straight to the oven, where Cyclone was met by a matronly blue woman a good bit shorter than her. The mother, Mama, was hustling and bustling as she prepared a vast array of food and tea for the gathering; her silver hair was coming undone. When the girl tugged at the woman’s flowing black skirt, she whirled around and gawked at the heroine. “Dorothy! What in tarnation have you brought here?” “A visitor, Mama! She was walking through the park and I told her about our tea party!” At that, the mother’s eyes brightened. “A visitor? Mercy me, but we haven’t had one in such a long time! Welcome to our fair home, miss! Care to join us for a spot of tea and some sweets?” Cyclone apologetically shook her head. “Sorry, ma’am, but I can’t be staying long. I was really only wondering if I could take a look at your oven there.” “Whatever for?” “Oven inspection,” the gusty girl lied. “What with the disuse of this place, I figured I should check to make sure yours was still in working order.” If the mother did not believe her, she did not show it. The older woman gave a hearty laugh before fixing her hair. “Well, you can certainly examine it, but I don’t think you’ll find anything wrong with it! I’ve been using this miracle worker for nigh on forty years!” Before Cyclone could ask another question, Mama patted her on the shoulder and turned her towards a table made of giant playing cards. “We can talk more about this over snack. Surely you can stay long enough to try a few of my best dishes?” “Well, I—” Her reply was cut off by her growling stomach. Was she really that hungry already? She made sure to eat a hearty breakfast before they left the Brownstone, all so she would not fall prey to the evil god’s powers. Whether or not she had, this hunger was very real and playing tricks on her; she was finding it harder and harder to stay focused on the job. “Well, I guess I could stay and try a few scones,” the heroine acquiesced. Mama clapped her hands together and smiled from ear to ear. “Wonderful! Go ahead and take a seat at the head of the table, and we’ll bring you some goodies.” “Oh, but I don’t want to cause a scene…” “Nonsense! You’ll be our guest, so just let our magic do the rest.” Cyclone again allowed herself to be guided around by the child, who led her to a chair with tin legs and a straw-filled cushion. When she sat down, the girl reached up and plucked the witch’s hat from her head, saying, “Mama doesn’t like hats at the table.” One by one, people made their way to the table with arms full of dishes and tea pots. There were buttery crescent rolls, cucumber sandwiches oozing with cream cheese spread, scones filled with all sorts of fruit, Danishes loaded with jam, and muffins as fluffy as pillows. The teas were all so potent and aromatic, from sweet to savory, minty to spicy. It all smelled and looked so delicious, the heroine could not help but lick her lips. “Gosh, I don’t know where to start,” she mumbled. No sooner had the words left her lips than one of the blue folk offered a blueberry scone to her. Cyclone glanced up from the dish and, noticing that all eyes were on her, picked the treat up and took a bite. Her eyes went wide and sparkling, and she took another, much bigger bite than before. “God, that’s good!” she hummed with delight. Her praise was met with cheers and claps, and people were soon sliding more and more plates her way. It was as though everyone had brought something to the table and wanted the guest of honor to appraise their work. “You must try the cucumber sandwiches; they are to die for!” “Have a Danish! I made the jam myself!” “Let the girl have something to drink. She’ll love my mint tea!” “Pshaw! What she really wants is some of my sweeter than sweet honey tea!” “Try the snozzberry scones. I got the ingredients straight from Oompa-Loompa Land!” One treat became two, two became three, and three became a smorgasbord. Everyone was so nice, so eager to provide, that Cyclone could not help but gobble up what they gave her. It seemed all eyes were on her; no one wanted to eat so long as they could give food to their very special guest. In all the excitement, the heroine lost track of time and herself, which was beginning to show on her. Though she had not been eating for long, her body was already showing the effects of all this rich food and sugary drinks. Her tummy, once slim and undefined, now puffed out before her, rounding into a gut the size of a basketball. Her breasts had swollen from petite bumps to round, ripe fruit, and her bottom became more and more cushiony as she consumed more dishes. The slit of her gown-like costume grew wider and wider as she expanded, revealing thickening thighs that poured out of her red leggings like a muffin top. Speaking of, that was what she had her eyes on next. Cyclone reached out for a fluffy muffin as big as her hand and shoved half of it into her eager mouth. She cooed with delight as she tasted two or three kinds of chocolate in the mix, and before she was even close to finishing that massive bite, she crammed the rest in. The mound of dough, delicious as it was, was hard to get down, so she reached out for one of the tea cups. She forsook manners as she poured the drink past her lips, spilling a good bit on her costume in the process. When she could finally swallow the muffin, the heroine took a good couple of breaths before downing the rest of the tea cup. “This is all so good,” she complimented the chefs through a mouthful of cucumber sandwich. She wiped a little cream cheese from her lips and sucked it from her fingertip. Mama chuckled and explained, “We owe it all to our Splendiferous Stove. If it weren’t for that, I don’t know if we would ever make such good food as this.” Cyclone, cheeks puffed with food and a growing softness, could only grunt in curiosity. The mention of the stove briefly reminded her why she was there and what she needed to take care of as soon as she finished all this delectable cuisine. “Forty-some years ago, the people left this town behind, leaving us without any visitors,” the matron continued. “We could do nothing, were nothing, until that oven showed up and gave us a new purpose. Now, we can cook anything in any fashion you can imagine. I can only hope to one day take all this food on the road; if your reaction is any indication, I think we’ll be a hit!” “What do you mean?” the heroine asked after clearing her pipes with a cup of earl gray. She did not need to hear an explanation; she could feel one resting on her lap. A quick glance down at her swelling body revealed her gut had swollen out even further, to the point it now filled half of her lap and tested the limits of her dress. This was getting harder to ascertain though, as her breasts had plumped up considerably, enough that they were obscuring her vision. Her hips, she realized with a rough start, were close to the edges of the chair, and she was sitting a little higher on the straw cushion. Thanks to her bulging thighs and globular belly, nearly every inch of her legs was exposed, save for her inner thighs. The sight brought a furious blush of shame and embarrassment to Cyclone’s cheeks, and she pushed her seat away from the table. “I’m, ooh, I’m so sorry, but I have to be going now. I’ve got things to do.” “Leaving so soon? But we still have some more for you!” Mama tempted. She offered a slice of cake thick with frosting and mousse filling. “You must try my mother’s recipe.” “Really, I shouldn’t. I have something to take care of.” Mama sighed along with the other guests. “This could have been so much easier if you just went along with the fantasy.” Suddenly, the chair scooted back to the table, placing it so close that one of the heroine’s growing rolls sat on the edge. When she tried to get up, tin cuffs sprouted from the chair and clamped down on her hands and legs. Cyclone struggled, but she could not get out of them no matter how hard she tried. “Let me go!” the frustrated heroine panicked. “You can’t keep me here!” “We can, and we will,” a deep voice boomed from across the yard. Cyclone turned her attention to the oven, which now had something resembling a face in the grille. Great flames burst out in time with its words, and an angry cloud of smoke billowed from its stovepipe. “Gluttox?” the heroine whispered, knowing full well the answer to the question. “The same,” the insidious device answered. “You heroes, so desperate to fight and prevail, when it would be so easy to surrender and give in to a life of comfort and ease. I could have given that to your predecessors all those years ago, but they refused to accept my gift; they rejected my offer of eternal bliss and fulfillment.” Cyclone furrowed her brow. “You were fattening people up like cattle, just so you could leave us ripe for invasion.” “I do not know about any invasion. All that matters is feeding the world, which I could do very well. Imagine, a world where no one needed to go hungry, where everyone would live in a state of pleasantly stuffed all day long. No one could commit crime or wage wars; they would be too busy eating themselves into a blissful stupor. When I think of that, it stokes my fires and drives me to make that a reality.” “We won’t let you do that! My team and I will—” The heroine’s declaration was stifled by a slice of cake being shoved down her throat. Each one of the blue folk were getting up and crowding around her, pushing food and tea in her face. Cyclone could not push them aside with her hands bound, and with so many people, she could not move her face away from the offered food. When she finally finished chewing through the cake, her mouth was immediately filled with a cucumber sandwich. “Allow my mimsy folk to feed you, make you happy, and help you forget about that pesky mission…” More and more food was pushed down her unwilling gullet, followed by what felt like gallons of tea, until all the myriad flavors blended into one. Cyclone tried and tried again to test her restraints, find some weakness, but the mimsy people kept her in her place; any attempt to readjust herself was met with a blue hand forcing her back down. Her struggle had another unwanted effect on her: every movement, every jostle, made her blossoming body quiver, jiggle, and test the limits of her clothing. Finally, a series of pops came from her side. The trapped woman turned her head as best she could and saw that her stomach had grown so much that her dress was coming apart at the seams. To her horror, she saw that it was so big and round that it not only covered her lap, but her hosts were able to use it as a table of sorts. Her heavy breasts, so round and soft, rested atop the doughy mound like two plump pumpkins. Down below, her tree trunk legs stretched her red stockings to the point that they were practically see-through, and they squeezed her pale flesh like an overstuffed sausage. “Mmph! Mffhmrmph!” she grunted through a mouthful of muffin. She could even feel her face swelling with fat; it made itself known every time she looked down or turned her head. Soon, her thickening arms would rip through the sleeves of her costume, which would then lead to her tearing through the green gown and leave her in a far too tight leotard. After that, there was no telling what would come to pass, but she did not want to find out. After so much panicking and clouded judgment, Cyclone worked to calm her anxious mind and focus on a solution, just as Stargirl had shown her. To the mimsy folk and Gluttox, it appeared as though the heroine had given in and allowed them to fatten her up like a pig, but no one could have suspected the truth. She was getting out, one way or the other. The snap of her leggings was like a starting gun, and the gusty girl went to the races. She spun her fingers around as fast as she could, which produced small twisters that, while not destructive, were enough to blow the mimsy back. When she finally had some room to breathe and swallow the last of her food, she focused her attention on her feet, which she turned as best she could in her shackles. The slight rotations were enough to summon a gale, which grew and grew until she was actually lifted off the ground by a hair. That height was enough to wreck the chair when Cyclone released the wind that held her aloft. She came crashing down to Earth with a powerful slam, which sent ripples through her soft, yielding body. Before any of the blue people could react, the redhead directed her gaze to the blazing oven and glared daggers at it. Powerful gusts of wind concentrated in her hands, and when the miniature whirlwind grew so potent as to be visible, she released it in one massive burst. The condensed storm collided with the oven and wreaked all sorts of havoc on it: it tore through the metal, choked away the flames, and any smoke that escaped the stove pipe was immediately dissipated in the maelstrom. A mighty and furious roar came from the device, and Cyclone had to force herself to not clap her hands over her ears. She winced through the pain as she piled on more and more wind, until she was blasting the furnace with all the power of a F5 tornado. Finally, just when she thought her massive body was going to give out, the machine broke into so many pieces. “Good riddance,” the heroine muttered. She glanced around to see if any of the blue folk were still around, but they had gone with the machine; the power of Gluttox was what gave them life and allowed them to exist. Now that the machine was gone, so were they, and Cyclone was just as alone as before. The rotund woman took hold of the tabletop and combined it with a powerful gust of wind to get her on her feet. With dread in her heart, she looked down to assess the damage. For starters, she might as well discard her gown; the verdant outfit had all but given up the ghost in the fight with her blubber. Her tremendous tummy drooped down almost to her knees, even though she was standing up. At the same time, her breasts puffed out from her body and looked big enough to hold a small child inside. A look at her hands and arms showed that they were swollen with fat as well, now so bulbous that they were now packed into the green sleeves. She took her plush hands and squeezed at her backside, which, now free, had plumped up to the point of forming a shelf behind her. Cyclone put a hand to her cheek and sighed. “Well, at least I managed to get rid of that awful machine. I just hope Jesse and Sonia are having better luck than me.” When she pulled her hand away, she realized there was still some jam on her round face. Without even thinking, she licked the strawberry treat away and hummed with delight as she lifted herself into the air. “I really should have asked them for the recipe before they vanished…”

me on the chair, her on the couch at break today, talking. I can't hear most of what she says because her thighs are so freaking big... just keep thinking of the sticks they appeared to be 5 years ago. Thanks for listening.

After their meal together, all the heroines went their separate ways to rest up before their mission, as well as get some added confidence. This was not to say they were afraid of ruining their figures; there were much more dire threats that could occur, including losing an arm or being stabbed through the gut. No, more than anything else, they needed to know that they could do something so big with such a small team. There was no Power Girl, no Zatanna, no Wonder Woman, and not even Black Canary. They had all faced monumental menaces before, but this would be on an entirely new level. So it was that the three Justice Society girls found themselves back at the Brownstone, where they spent the downtime with their loved ones. Each were in separate wings of the massive headquarters: Maxine in the kitchen, Jesse in one of the spare rooms, and Sonia in the gym. The resident martial artist was running through her daily routine with her boyfriend Grant, better known to the world as the infamous, explosive Damage. While Sonia looked natural and could have passed at any other training hall, her lover looked like he belonged in a heist movie; from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to sleep, Grant Emerson wore a navy blue mask that covered every inch of his head., leaving only eyeholes to reveal the man underneath. “This sounds insane,” the brawny young man remarked as he dodged one of Sonia’s high kicks. “And you really believe this girl? It wouldn’t exactly be the first time a villain led heroes into a trap.” “I believe her,” the lithe lady replied. She flipped out of the way of an atomic blast as she declared, “Jesse trusts her and I trust Jesse, so I trust her.” Damage shook his head while he ducked away from a grab. “Still though, pretty crazy idea for a mission. Makes you wonder whatever happened to bank robberies and mad scientists.” “Welcome to twenty-first century,” Sonia joked with a slight smirk on her lips. They continued this way for a little while longer, with he evading her grasp and she dodging his explosive powers. Finally, after working up a powerful sweat, they called it quits and walked over to a nearby bench for some water. As they approached their gear, Sonia caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and furrowed her brow. Her shirt, now clinging to her, revealed a toned figure with slight muscles; in the next few days, those might vanish completely. “Penny for your thoughts?” asked Grant as he placed his hands on her shoulders. When she looked at him with curiosity, he rephrased the question. “What’re you thinking?” The quiet woman pondered the question for a moment before glancing back up at her boyfriend. “I may get fat. That is okay?” The masked man chuckled underneath the face-covering fabric. “Babe, you have to wake up to my gruesome mug every day. I would be a tool if I started shouting ‘No fat chicks’ after that.” “Even if I get a big belly?” “Just gives me more of you to hold,” Grant whispered as he held her close. In that moment, he sounded not unlike a pair of lovebirds that were having much of the same discussion… *** “And I thought I was putting on too much weight before the wedding,” Jesse quipped. She and her husband, Rick Tyler, the dashing Hourman, were lounging in one of the quest rooms, enjoying a nice moment to themselves. They were the power couple of the JSA, for better or worse; they could be charming and delightful, but they could also be corny and insufferable. Neither one noticed or cared about what their friends had to say, so wrapped up in their love life were they. Even after so many crises on however many Earths on their honeymoon, having twins while the universe imploded on itself, and traveling all over time while on family vacation, they were still as crazy for each other as the day they had met. “Nothing wrong with a little more Jesse in my life,” Rick sighed wistfully as he observed his wife observe herself in the full-length mirror by the bed. “Besides, you know how crazy I was about seeing you get plush while you were carrying Matthew and Libby.” “Yeah, but that was just a few pounds, and they all went right to my behind,” the speedster replied as she gave her pert cheeks a squeeze. “From the way Faith was describing it, I think there’s going to be a whole lot more of me.” She turned from the mirror and flashed a foxy grin at her husband. “Think you could handle all that?” “Might need to pop some Miraclo, but after that, I’ll be raring to go,” Rick smirked as he reached out and tugged his wife back over to the bed, where she fell on him in a laughing pile. The thick time-keeper sat his blushing bride so she straddled his hard, barrel-shaped body. While her hands fell to the side, his were exploring every inch of her trim figure. He imagined what it would be like when she got bigger, and he let her know that. “These thick thighs of yours, you got that from running all day, every day, but maybe all that muscle will turn into soft, juicy fat. They’ll be so plush, so cushiony, it’ll be like you’re carrying two pillows. Or maybe you’ll finally dethrone Karen when it comes to the chest; maybe you’ll be the next big boobed boss on this team. Can’t you feel my hands sinking in as I squeeze them like they’re full of milk again?” Jesse groaned and shifted on top of Rick as he spoke of the changes that would happen to her body on this mission; for some reason, it was actually exciting her. Whether it was simply because her husband could make anything sound appealing or she was looking forward to the changes, she could not say. All she knew was that she did not want him to stop. “Rick, ah, baby,” she huffed in short breaths, “what about my, ooh, my tummy?” “It won’t be a tummy for much longer, hon,” the muscular man chuckled as he circled his thumbs over her slight abs. “It’s going to grow and grow, until you’re sticking out further than when you had the twins. When you wear clothes, it’ll look like you’re carrying a beach ball under there; it’s going to keep peeking out no matter what, because you can’t contain something that massive.” “How…how big will I get?” Jesse cooed while she gyrated atop her husband. “So big…the biggest. You’ll be the biggest woman I’ve ever seen, and then beyond that. You’ll fill up three chairs, our bed, and maybe even a room. And when you’re that big, you can’t stop me from loving every precious inch of you all day and night.” Anything else he might have said was cut off by his wife’s steaming lips, and they spent the rest of the morning wrapped in their strange, new fantasy… *** Down in the kitchen, Maxine Hunkel was enjoying a light lunch with her dear friend, Courtney Whitmore, the sensational Stargirl. Their lunch came courtesy of the team’s resident matron, Abigail ‘Ma’ Hunkel, the best Red Tornado and Maxine’s grandmother. The gangly redhead slowly munched on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich while Courtney tossed a chip or two into her mouth as they listened to Ma rant about the mission. “You’d have thought we beat that thing forty years ago, what with all how we fought and all,” the elderly woman grumbled as she chopped up vegetables for coleslaw. “I don’t see any reason why we’ve got to send people back and clean that sucker out once and for all.” “Ma, how bad can it be?” asked Maxine in between bites of her sandwich. “We’ve got a pretty good team together, so we should come out fine. Right, Courtney?” “Absolutely,” the blonde girl replied, flashing a smile that revealed the braces on her teeth. “I’ve met a few of those ladies, and some of them are bona fide professionals, so I think you’re in good hands.” Ma scraped her cuttings into a mixing bowl and shook her head. “Sure, you don’t think it’ll be that bad, but just you wait. You’ll be lucky if you can waddle out of there; most of us had to wait until Miss America’s powers came back before shrinking down again.” “What exactly does Gluttox do?” “It does things to your body and mind; puts you into the right mood to eat yourself to the size of a blue whale. When we got there, the thing made us turn ravenous, like we could have eaten an actual cow and not gotten our fill. The townspeople, they were already under its spell, so they showed us to all these restaurants, eateries, and just piles of food they had made ready, and we fell right in. We were gorging ourselves like there was no tomorrow, and it didn’t take long for the effects to show. Those ladies were blowing up like balloons, whether it was Miss America stuffing herself with Fourth of July picnic food or Tsunami eating up an entire sushi joint.” Maxine and Courtney glanced to each other, not wanting to be the first to ask the obvious question, but morbid curiosity got the better of them. Finally, the starry girl set her bag of chips down and asked, “What happened to you, Ma?” The elderly woman groaned and stretched her back out. “You wanna know what that creep did? You really want to know?” The girls both offered silent nods, which prompted the aged heroine on. “Let me tell you something first: I was dirt poor growing up; we never got any of that post-war boom out our way. Every penny was sacred, which meant we bought only the cheapest stuff available. Of course, we could only get a little bit, which we had to ration out until the folks got their paycheck in. Times were hard, and I was always wishing for more: more clothes, more toys, and more food. Eventually, I married your grandfather, Maxie, and things got better, but you never forget where you came from. “Anyway, I tried to get away from those mind-controlled shmucks and I went hiding in a cheap townhouse. They passed on by, so I thought I was safe, but then I smelled something delicious in the kitchen. I tried to fight it, but my appetite got the better of me and I wandered out in search of the source. I tell you, it was like being right back in our old home: same tacky wallpaper, same crummy toys lying everywhere, and even the same dents in the wall that we could never afford to fix. Something was working its way into my head, like it knew what to show me, and it was working. “Finally, I found myself at a little kitchen nook, which was stacked all the way to the ceiling with the foods I wished I could have as a kid. Burgers, apple pie, cheesecake, and pork chops; strawberry ice cream, chocolate pudding, sweet potatoes, and a ham hock the size of a man. It all looked so good, and I was so hungry, and all those memories came flooding back; not even Superman could fight that. I threw my helmet off and dove right in with a vengeance, skipping right over utensils most of the time. “After about the tenth plate, I noticed that my costume was much tighter than I walked in, but I ignored it so I could enjoy some duck l’orange. Around the thirtieth plate, my shirt was riding right up my gut and seams were being tested all over. I forced myself to stop at the fiftieth plate, when the stitching ripped up and down my legs and arms, and even my gloves had grown tight. I shoved all the food to the floor and squeezed my way out of the nook, only for my trunks to rip right up the middle, and—” Maxine held up her hands. “Okay, okay, Grandma! That’s good; that’s all I need to know.” “Sorry, kiddo,” the matron chuckled. “You know how us Hunkels get; we never know when to shut up!” The women in the room shared a laugh, but when Ma left the room to do some tidying up, Courtney and Maxine became deathly serious. The blonde asked her friend. “You seriously think this is a good idea? After hearing all that?” “I know it’s pretty crazy and all, but I’ve got to be a part of this,” the redhead answered. “Now that I know a little more about this thing, maybe I can get around it somehow. I sure hope nothing like that happens to me; I can’t imagine myself that big.” Her friend reached a hand out and patted her shoulder. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ll take you shopping for new clothes if anything happens.” “Thanks, Court,” Maxine said with a smile. She returned her attention to her plate, only to stick her tongue out and push it away. “I don’t think I’ve got an appetite left.” “Me either,” Courtney remarked as she slid her plate to the side. “Wanna go watch some bad TV?” “Oh, absolutely!” *** Over in fair Gotham City, a much different conversation was being had under much different circumstances. Stephanie Brown, the youngest member of the temporary team, was relaxing after a long night of work, which, in this case, meant pursuing and dismantling one of Joker’s hideouts. The blonde vigilante was hovering over an arcade machine, mashing buttons and waggling the joystick all over the place, as she matched wits with one of her teammates. This teammate was Cassandra Cain, the brutal Black Bat, who was a master of martial arts and weapons, and could literally fight blindfolded. “For as badass as you are in the field, Cass, you sure do suck at fighting games,” Stephanie remarked. She wore a full-body purple suit and an indigo mask that covered her whole face, and a long, hooded cape. In this garb, she was the spectacular Spoiler. “Games no good,” Cassandra grunted as she fought a losing battle. The words came out slowly, as if she carefully considered each word. This came from an entire childhood spent in silence, and her only exposure to language happening a few years back. “I read people, people make sense; I not read games, games no sense.” Stephanie shook her head. “You can make however many excuses you want, it ain’t going to help you win.” From across the room came two more members of their crew: Harper Row, the wild Bluebird, and Tim Drake, the mischievous Redwing. Both of them came over with armfuls of confiscated gadgets, such as exploding whoopee cushions and razor-sharp chattering teeth. The duo had Cheshire grins spread across their faces. “Guess who was able to grab some stuff before the GCPD get here!” Harper sang as she loaded her find in the same bag she carried her weapons in. “I wish we got to face Fun Joker more often,” Tim chuckled while adding in his own loot. “Way better than Serial Killer Joker, and much, much better than Damaged Joker.” Stephanie shuddered and muttered, “I thought we agreed to never speak of that case again.” Tim and Harper crowded around the arcade machine as they watched their friends fight it out in the virtual world. It went back and forth, and just when it seemed like Cassandra would finally take a match, the power went out on the machine. The resulting sound she made was not unlike a mother tiger defending her cub. The source of the power outage was one Dick Grayson, the dynamic Nightwing. He swung a power cord in his gloved hands while whistling a happy tune. The acrobatic man playfully chided his wards, “Playtime’s over, kids. Tim, Harper, leave the Joker’s toys.” “But I was going to use these on Jason when he comes this weekend!” “We’ve got plenty of stuff you can use at the mansion, Tim. Let’s get a move on before the big guy starts to get angry.” “Like he’s ever not angry?” asked Stephanie. “More so,” Dick explained. The team of vigilantes raced out of the building to vehicles hidden in a nearby alleyway. Tim and Harper had a pair of compact motorcycles; Dick had a chopper of a bike; Stephanie and Cassie shared a scooter. Each one nodded to the other as they made their way back to the mansion, with Tim and Harper trying to outrace each other. At the back of the pack, the pair of Spoiler and Black Bat were having a familiar conversation. “Explain again,” Cass asked. “It’s simple: I go out, fight some New God, maybe get fat, and I save the world,” the violet heroine reiterated. “Pretty standard superhero stuff, really.” “Weird. Stupid.” “Clearly you haven’t been catching up on your history. This stuff happened all the time like twenty years ago; Bruce calls it the ‘Silver Age’.” The martial artist was silent for a moment before probing further. “You okay with fat?” “Not really,” Stephanie shrugged, “but if that’s what they need, that’s what I’ll do.” Another pause before Cassandra took her taped hands and put them around her teammate’s waist, despite not needing to before. “You fat. Funny. I like.” “You’re so weird, Cass,” the blonde girl giggled as she leaned into her girlfriend’s arms. *** In a much different scene in Washington, DC, Lorraine Reilly was resting at her loft apartment that she shared with her boyfriend. The redhead sipped from a cup of coffee as she sketched out costume designs on a piece of paper. She considered getting a wardrobe upgrade before heading out on this strange mission; the stylized bird design was so 80s. Intense heat burst into the room, but Lorraine barely turned her head. “How was it out there, Ronnie?” Her boyfriend, Ronnie Raymond, stood behind her; a sizzling aura radiated around him. He wore a crimson shirt that was practically painted onto his muscular physique and similar fitting jeans. His brown mop of hair was slick to the touch, as was his whole body; spending half the day with a flaming head would do that. “You would not believe it, babe,” the jovial jock replied as he raided the fridge for a bottle of water. “Black Bison came back to town, so I worked with Super-Chief to cool his jets; then I got called to a JLA mission to help stop a team of ice villains brought together by Killer Frost; then Multiplex decided to plant bombs all over DC; now I just got back from stopping Slipknot when he tried to steal the remnants of the Gordian Knot.” Lorraine yawned. “Sounds like you’ve had a full day.” “What about you? I know you’ve got that big job coming up soon.” “What’s to prepare for? I tried reading up on Gluttox in all the available records, but I get nothing. Apparently, the event was stricken from history and the land evacuated under reports of ‘extreme toxicity’.” Ronnie ho-hummed, “Typical government talk. ‘Hey, we accidentally opened up a portal to Hell and we need to get people to never go there again.’” “‘Let’s just say there’s radiation and call it a day,’” Lorraine continued in a puffy voice. Ronnie chuckled through his bottle of water, which he downed in a few gulps before reaching for another one. “You’re sure you don’t want me to back you up on this?” “Trust me, I’d bring you if I could, but these things are very specific,” the bookish woman explained. “You need to have at least seven people on a team; you need to have members who fill specific roles; you need to have ties to the Golden Age. It’s all pretty silly, but those are the cosmic rules.” “I’d like to meet the guy who wrote those rules one day,” the young man sighed. He hopped the back of the couch and plopped down beside Lorraine, which allowed him to check out the designs in her sketchbook. “Those are pretty cool. You thinking of getting an upgrade?” “Something like that,” Lorraine cooed as she laid back against Ronnie. “I figured I needed something new if I’m going into the field again, so why not?” “That, and your bird might look like a Thanksgiving turkey after this,” he joked, which earned him a light slap on the arm. “That’s not why, you goof,” she giggled. Ronnie smirked as he pinched at her sides, catching just a trace amount of softness there. “Looks like you’re already getting started, babe. Maybe Gluttox has got a hold on you already.” “If that’s true, I think he’s got you too, big boy,” Lorraine retorted. She swiveled around in his grasp and poked at some slight pudge in her boyfriend’s belly. “That’s what happens when your powers aren’t physical in the least.” “I think you’ll have a good head start on me,” the jock quipped as he pulled her in for a soft kiss. After catching a breath of air, the young woman winked and hummed, “Maybe I’ll bring you with me next time.” The notebook was cast to the side as they writhed on the couch, enjoying being so young, dumb, and in love… *** In the halls of Atlantis Academy, the lithe Dolphin reclined on a soft bed of seaweed while a jellyfish floated beside her bed. She was reading a magazine from the surface world, bought after her lunch in Central City, when there was a knock at the door. “Dolly? It’s Tula. I’m coming in, okay?” The silver-haired girl was quick to hide her magazine before her friend swam into the room. Tula, named for the first and fallen Aquagirl, had coral pink hair and a daisy yellow one piece on. She swam over and sat on Dolphin’s bed. “So Miss Lemaris told me that you went to the surface world; she said it was for something important. What was it about?” Dolphin fiddled with her fingers for a moment before leaning forward and whispering in Tula’s ear. The younger girl’s eyes went from curious to amazed to shocked as her older friend shared her story. When she was finally finished Dolphin lay back on her bed and Tula gazed at her with jaw dropped. “That sounds like such an incredible adventure!” the pink-haired girl exclaimed. Dolphin smiled and nodded her head in agreement. To the youths of Atlantis, such an escapade, especially one on the surreal world of the surface, was something absolutely wonderful and exciting; since few ever got to experience the world above, they had to rely on stories from King Arthur and Queen Mera. Tula glanced over her friend and asked, “Do you really think you’ll be able to handle this though? You don’t exactly have that much of an appetite.” Dolphin ran a hand over the contours of her taut tummy and hummed in agreement. It was true that she did not eat as much as she should; it came from a life of scavenging for food in the ocean. Now that she was going to presumably eat a serious fork load, she had to consider if she really had it in her. Tula seemed to read her mind, and the young girl squeezed her foot. “Don’t you worry, I’ve got you covered! I’ll see about making up some cuisine over the next few days so we can get your appetite up to speed. This will be great; I’ve got loads of surface recipes I’ve been meaning to try.” She bolted off the bed before her friend could get a word in edgewise. The pink-haired girl turned back one time and sang, “I’ll be back with cookies!” Just like that, Tula was gone, leaving Dolphin with her hand outstretched. The fishy female struggled to find the words and ultimately gave up. Trying to talk Tula out of something was near impossible; she was practically a force of nature. All she could do was hope that the coral-haired girl did not go too crazy, or she might put on weight a lot sooner than planned…

Hello All! Its been awhile and well... ya know how it works. Currently I've been hovering at 190. I was sick for quite awhile and dropped down to 175, but not for long . My appetite has been growing lately and my capacity to eat things. The pictures below are outgrown clothing from February and a new maxi type dress that I LOVE. It hugs my curves perfectly I feel. I'll post links to videos later! If anyone has some ideas/questions/requests, etc : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vOBkAqKrDUjVr4ANuoFsNxnGj8qe72fEOpHlKaJ8JHw/edit?usp=sharing

Body in progress.

New video, she sooo beautiful

Here are some nice belly and body screenshots I took from some recent snaps I'll try and find some more and get the best shots of her, let's all hope she keeps getting bigger!

Belly

Day by day, Lucy is getting fatter. I hope to see her one or two years for now!

Exactly one year later, she's gained about 30 pounds. She's awesome.

She's looking nice:

I'll just leave this here:

Nice enough?