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Jess is so large that she is 4 times as wide as her skinny self.
ACCESSING DATABASE....
AVENGERS ROSTER LOG....
JESSICA M. DREW:
PREVIOUS DOCUMENTED WEIGHT: 88kg
CURRENT DOCUMENTED WEIGHT: %$*@#!
Hey--! Goddamnit, though the scaling system wouldn't be such a narc--- If anyone's deserving of an error it should be Je-
Oh c'mon.
I mean.. Aren't curves in right now, talk about hammage but whoof~! Should probably cut back on the.. gRHWHWL.. everything but boy, do I make pear look good.
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Nobody talks about the grueling task of (unwedging yourself from the sofa)
Jess is wearing clothes a struggle at your size? Do you constantly rip them?
Anything that isn't made out of unstable molecules is just asking to be torn asunder, it's a miracle that it's Janet's specialty. Though anything a size under still tends to cram itself down her crac---
Any heroines are welcome to pay a visit Victoria von scoops or Victorian Royal for free. Which are totally not own by Victoria von doom ruler of latveria.
" Thhhs sthuffs.... Thbe-- OOuaaaarrrrrrrrppppp ... bhest.. "
Jess gurgled through a flowing tub of sherbet, maw loose to let the melted ice cream gush down her maw and catch any loose clumps of calories. Downing the tub in seconds, plummeting onto her piling gut as the impact forced a hurricane brAPPPPPPPPPPHRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT !!!
" Jehsus.... Making neapolitan out of my winds... "
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" Hun? "
Carol hovered over the faux latverian town, every corner planted with a Von Scoops store front, other appropriately themed restaurants just in waddle distance, Carol made a scrunch as her stomach hummed again, clutching the tub squished between her flabby arms closed to her breast rolls. Craning her head to the side, neck rolls following, she loosened the sash draped over her belly, squeezing out a drawn fart as the pressure left her gut.
" Don't see why not.. Already made the room.. " Carol would grimaced, floating towards a pretzel stick drenched in chocolate ice cream.
Who is the gassiest muse of yours?
Pack enough grease into an already toxic bloodstream; you'd get -
BBHHHBBHLLLLLLLLPRRRRHHHHRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT~
“ 'Schseh Mmhe ”
Half a burrito dangling by as the mammoth load steadily turned, attempts made to tug back at unconventionally drooping pants, more like stray swats to the air, twin cheeks still unsettled from the gnarly
phBhhrrt! bHRtpht! phaaart!
Stirred out from every thooming step, before Jess' ass can properly loom over the couch below, before a final-
bbbrrrmmrphhhrhrtttttt
is muffled forever into the cushions
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A bright orange flash of light, followed shortly by the ground shaking and a heavy grunt signalled the arrival of Gwen Stacy, knows to some as Ghost-Spider. She'd arranged a meetup with Jessica, her dear retired hero and mentor. She felt it had been far too long since she'd seen her...hugged her... smelled her. She shook her head, trying to keep those thoughts from taking over.
"Pull it together, Gwen...it's just a meet-up..." She mumbled nervously to herself, tapping the tech on her wrist, changing her costume into regular clothes. Nanotech had made getting changed a breeze, no more struggling with pulling Spandex over her gigantic rear~
Thwoom. Thwomp. Thwoom.
The spacious night time rooftop grew less overtime, what was a starry sky washed over by a thick, looming fog, creeping further with every quaking footfall as the one and only approached, " BURHAALOAAERRRPPP .. hooh.. Gwen... " Jessica belched, wheezed, and huffed, her chins had bulged out into a thick neck roll, jostling as another grumbling belch tore itself out of her lips. 1000 plus pounds of whatever had made it official, Jess was properly out of shape, only right when you're the same width as a reinforced sofa, and only position is laying on it.
BBLLLUUUREEELCHHHH
“ Bloody difficult to keep 'em down anymore. ”
There a a bunch of fat fetish loving people so no on that diet. And ya calm before the storm. You know the trope. Where you give them something nice then something big and most likely horrifying event will happen to you. Why do you ask?
...One of the girls on this blog is about to fart up a storm and we're in the blast zone aren't we.
"Gwen, love you, enough Non-Kate friendly words. Also, no more about this impending storm! Whatever! Actually a storm would be GREAT for the weather!!"
"Seriously.. Ugggh.. If this is wind down time then this suc-"
STOMP
Thudd
"Oooooh, hey Katie. Hey, Poole. KatiePoole, heh. We got anything to spare? Those subs went right through me the other day, think they do bacon only? Just entire strips?"
"Just say the word Gwen, and we'll leave.'"
