(heavily inspired by the X-Men mythos. If it's liked, more to come...)
In the early years of the 21st century, obesity was on the rise. Over 50% of the entire planet was fat. It was only natural that humanity would evolve to accommodate our expanding waistlines.
To compensate for their lack of activity, certain people had developed the ability to actually use the fat. The fat became transferred energy that became the fuel for the powers of these unique beings.
Already a stigma in society, fat people now had to deal with the burden of being even more different. The movement for size acceptance changed considerably, and this is the story of one teams struggle to uphold civility in a judgmental nation...
1
She rode the subway, clutching her rotund midsection. Her name was Laura Wilkins, a seventeen-year-old runaway from home. She never thought shed end up in this situation. She was normally a very well behaved kid, afraid of confrontation and reluctant to cause any trouble.
Yet, here she was.
On the subway while her mom was probably at home, reading her note at that very moment. So much for not causing anyone any grief.
The train periodically jerked to the right, causing Lauras body to be pulled with it. The two other passengers on the train with her; an old man and a young, Asian woman, moved in sync with the movement of the train as well. The metal clanged against more metal outside, and it provided a kind of soft, tranquil sound.
Lauras eyelids began to feel as heavy as she was, and holding them open was becoming a chore. Laura had been doing chores her whole life. She was out on her own, now. She could do without this one chore
The metal outside screeched. The train was fighting to come to a complete halt. One of the two other passengers, who had been standing, was now flat on his face. Laura slid out of her seat and fell to the floor, as well. The train was at a complete standstill on a bridge that overlooked the highway. Suddenly, the door leading to the car began to turn red. It hissed and crackled and was starting to glow, brightly. And, without warning, it exploded!
Laura buried her head in her hands, and the man on the floor did the same. But the explosion caused no debris. Whatever was left of the door was now disintegrated. There was a moment of silence, before the heavy pounding began.
The train shook and reverberated in quick intervals.
Lauras eyes began to tear-up from terror. She looked at the door, waiting for something large to walk through. And walk through, something large did.
Having to step in sideways due to her girth, Alicia Bonner (also known as Starburst) entered the subway car with a sense of accomplishment. She breathed in deep through her nostrils, and let out a sigh of victory.
Hello, hello, one and all! she announced. It is I, Starburst! She gave a bow, and resumed speaking. As of now, you are all hostages of the mighty Sisterhood! And if youve been watching the news as of late, you neednt need to know any more than that.
Laura slowly rose from her huddled position. She was scared to death. She was in the presence of a true-to-life terrorist. Laura did watch the news, and knew more or less what she was dealing with.
The Sisterhood of Size was a terrorist group that operated in the city. They were known for using their special powers to attempt to sway public opinion in their direction. Unlike the other organization known as F.A.T., The Sisterhood was bent on size superiority.
Laura slid her massive rear back into her seat, slowly. She didnt take her gaze away from Starburst. She had just noticed the Bluetooth earpiece when it began flashing. Starburst put a hand to it and began speaking.
I have this car secure, she paused and gave a quick glance throughout the car. An old man, a woman, and a fat girl. Another pause. Her eyes went to Laura. No way, shes too young. Roger that. Starburst turned off the earpiece, and walked over to Laura.
Starburst towered over Laura. Her stomach was millimeters away from Lauras face. When Laura gathered enough courage to peer upward, she was only able to see Starbursts face from the nose, up. Her enormous breasts and belly eclipsed the rest.
Whats your name? Starburst asked, finally.
Laura lowered her head and answered "Laura.".
You one of the F.A.T. girls? Starburst continued.
No, maam, Laura replied.
How old are you?
Seventeen, maam. Laura didnt take any chances.
You got any powers?
Not yet, maam, Laura said.
Starburst laughed. She took Lauras answer as a joke. The truth was, Laura was lying. Her powers had developed. And those powers would make her a powerful asset to the Sisterhood, if they only new. But that wasn't what Laura wanted.
Starburst turned back to her earpiece. Shes just a kid. Doesnt even have any powers. She isnt a threat.
But I am, someone said.
Before Laura could look, a blur slammed into Starbursts face, sending her tumbling back. She fell on her wide ass, causing the whole car to shake. Laura looked to see who had hit her, and saw the Asian woman standing proudly above Starburst.
Starburst began to get to her feet just as the Asian woman played her next hand: she began fattening up!
Her cheeks started to fill and droop, causing a slanted line to form at each corner of her mouth. Her ass widened and grew, causing her pants to creak. As she was growing, she began ripping off her clothes to accommodate the transformation.
Beneath her street attire, was a cobalt, leather jumpsuit. At least, it appeared to be leather. But Laura couldnt think of any type of leather that could stretch as much as this womans body was growing. Her stomach fattened and began to fold over her waist. The underside of her belly now began to slide downward, giving the impression of an ass on the front of her body as well.
Her boobs thickened, and interestingly enough, didnt droop at all. Her hips and thighs grew in sync with her rear, keeping her body more or less proportionate.
When it was all said and done, this woman was standing defiantly in the cobalt, leather jump suit. Her clothes were crumpled around her ankles and feet. And she looked ready for battle.
Whatre you doing here, Starburst, she asked, fearlessly.
I might ask you the same question, Starburst answered through gritted teeth.
I have no quarrel with you. Get off of this train, and everyone will be better off for it.
If you dont have quarrel, then why dont you get off the train? Starburst asked, slyly.
The Asian woman didnt answer.
Thats what I thought. Super secret stuff. Looks like Ill have to throw you off! And with that, Starburst charged at the woman. They collided, grappling each other like sumo wrestlers.
They dug their feet into the carpeted floor of the subway car, the balls of their feet sliding back and forth. They grunted from the force and exertion.
Laura could only watch as the struggle ensued. Out of fear, she rose to her feet and ran to the back of the car, to the door. Her body swayed and bounced with each footfall, and the cheeks of her ass shifted with each step.
She reached the door, slid it open, crossed to the next car, and entered.
In the car were more civilians with a large woman standing above them all. She turned and saw Laura.
Who the hell are you? she demanded of Laura.
Stressed out and frightened, Laura could feel her stomach getting upset. She placed her hands over it, trying to let it settle. Her face tightened in a grimace and she moaned from the pain.
The fat woman pounded her way over to Laura, angrily. I asked you a question! She grabbed Laura by the collar of her hoodie and swung her around so Lauras back was facing the crowd. I said: who are and before the woman could finish, Laura farted loudly.
The other people on the subway car winced from the smell. One woman even fanned her nose a little.
A reddish tint flooded over Lauras face. Tears squeezed over the chubby cheeks that were raised beneath her eyes.
The fat woman was unfazed. She still demanded answers. Im going to ask one more time! Who
She was interrupted again, but this time by a moan from another woman. The fat woman dropped Laura and looked over to the hostage. She was huddled over. Whats your problem? the fat woman demanded.
The hostage mumbled something.
What? the fat woman shouted.
Im so hungry! the hostage repeated. She stood to her feet, screaming. Then, like the Asian woman, her body began to swell. Only this time, it was different. This woman seemed to be bothered by it. With the Asian woman, it seemed to be part of the plan. The hostage, however, seemed almost terrified. Or, at least she wouldve seemed terrified, if she werent already overwhelmed with hunger.
Soon, there was a chorus of moans coming from the other passengers, and they, too, began to swell.
Each of them fattening up, and complaining of an insatiable hunger. Clothes were ripping, subway seats creaking, and as some of them dropped to their knees, heavy thudding.
The fat woman was awe struck. What happened to them? she asked no one in particular.
I did, came a reply.
The fat woman turned her gaze downward to Laura, who was sitting on the floor, against the subways double doors.
It was me. Laura said.
She continued crying from the realization of what she did to those poor people. She had made them fat.
The fat woman knew she had to take advantage of this. This girl is exactly what the Sisterhood needs! She turned to Laura and held out her hand with a smile.
My name is Miranda, she said amid the sounds of clothes ripping and moaning. You can call me Celestia.
2
In the early years of the 21st century, obesity was on the rise. Over 50% of the entire planet was fat. It was only natural that humanity would evolve to accommodate our expanding waistlines.
To compensate for their lack of activity, certain people had developed the ability to actually use the fat. The fat became transferred energy that became the fuel for the powers of these unique beings.
Already a stigma in society, fat people now had to deal with the burden of being even more different. The movement for size acceptance changed considerably, and this is the story of one teams struggle to uphold civility in a judgmental nation...
F.A.T.
Females of Astounding Talents
by Iam Unknown
Females of Astounding Talents
by Iam Unknown
1
She rode the subway, clutching her rotund midsection. Her name was Laura Wilkins, a seventeen-year-old runaway from home. She never thought shed end up in this situation. She was normally a very well behaved kid, afraid of confrontation and reluctant to cause any trouble.
Yet, here she was.
On the subway while her mom was probably at home, reading her note at that very moment. So much for not causing anyone any grief.
The train periodically jerked to the right, causing Lauras body to be pulled with it. The two other passengers on the train with her; an old man and a young, Asian woman, moved in sync with the movement of the train as well. The metal clanged against more metal outside, and it provided a kind of soft, tranquil sound.
Lauras eyelids began to feel as heavy as she was, and holding them open was becoming a chore. Laura had been doing chores her whole life. She was out on her own, now. She could do without this one chore
The metal outside screeched. The train was fighting to come to a complete halt. One of the two other passengers, who had been standing, was now flat on his face. Laura slid out of her seat and fell to the floor, as well. The train was at a complete standstill on a bridge that overlooked the highway. Suddenly, the door leading to the car began to turn red. It hissed and crackled and was starting to glow, brightly. And, without warning, it exploded!
Laura buried her head in her hands, and the man on the floor did the same. But the explosion caused no debris. Whatever was left of the door was now disintegrated. There was a moment of silence, before the heavy pounding began.
The train shook and reverberated in quick intervals.
Lauras eyes began to tear-up from terror. She looked at the door, waiting for something large to walk through. And walk through, something large did.
Having to step in sideways due to her girth, Alicia Bonner (also known as Starburst) entered the subway car with a sense of accomplishment. She breathed in deep through her nostrils, and let out a sigh of victory.
Hello, hello, one and all! she announced. It is I, Starburst! She gave a bow, and resumed speaking. As of now, you are all hostages of the mighty Sisterhood! And if youve been watching the news as of late, you neednt need to know any more than that.
Laura slowly rose from her huddled position. She was scared to death. She was in the presence of a true-to-life terrorist. Laura did watch the news, and knew more or less what she was dealing with.
The Sisterhood of Size was a terrorist group that operated in the city. They were known for using their special powers to attempt to sway public opinion in their direction. Unlike the other organization known as F.A.T., The Sisterhood was bent on size superiority.
Laura slid her massive rear back into her seat, slowly. She didnt take her gaze away from Starburst. She had just noticed the Bluetooth earpiece when it began flashing. Starburst put a hand to it and began speaking.
I have this car secure, she paused and gave a quick glance throughout the car. An old man, a woman, and a fat girl. Another pause. Her eyes went to Laura. No way, shes too young. Roger that. Starburst turned off the earpiece, and walked over to Laura.
Starburst towered over Laura. Her stomach was millimeters away from Lauras face. When Laura gathered enough courage to peer upward, she was only able to see Starbursts face from the nose, up. Her enormous breasts and belly eclipsed the rest.
Whats your name? Starburst asked, finally.
Laura lowered her head and answered "Laura.".
You one of the F.A.T. girls? Starburst continued.
No, maam, Laura replied.
How old are you?
Seventeen, maam. Laura didnt take any chances.
You got any powers?
Not yet, maam, Laura said.
Starburst laughed. She took Lauras answer as a joke. The truth was, Laura was lying. Her powers had developed. And those powers would make her a powerful asset to the Sisterhood, if they only new. But that wasn't what Laura wanted.
Starburst turned back to her earpiece. Shes just a kid. Doesnt even have any powers. She isnt a threat.
But I am, someone said.
Before Laura could look, a blur slammed into Starbursts face, sending her tumbling back. She fell on her wide ass, causing the whole car to shake. Laura looked to see who had hit her, and saw the Asian woman standing proudly above Starburst.
Starburst began to get to her feet just as the Asian woman played her next hand: she began fattening up!
Her cheeks started to fill and droop, causing a slanted line to form at each corner of her mouth. Her ass widened and grew, causing her pants to creak. As she was growing, she began ripping off her clothes to accommodate the transformation.
Beneath her street attire, was a cobalt, leather jumpsuit. At least, it appeared to be leather. But Laura couldnt think of any type of leather that could stretch as much as this womans body was growing. Her stomach fattened and began to fold over her waist. The underside of her belly now began to slide downward, giving the impression of an ass on the front of her body as well.
Her boobs thickened, and interestingly enough, didnt droop at all. Her hips and thighs grew in sync with her rear, keeping her body more or less proportionate.
When it was all said and done, this woman was standing defiantly in the cobalt, leather jump suit. Her clothes were crumpled around her ankles and feet. And she looked ready for battle.
Whatre you doing here, Starburst, she asked, fearlessly.
I might ask you the same question, Starburst answered through gritted teeth.
I have no quarrel with you. Get off of this train, and everyone will be better off for it.
If you dont have quarrel, then why dont you get off the train? Starburst asked, slyly.
The Asian woman didnt answer.
Thats what I thought. Super secret stuff. Looks like Ill have to throw you off! And with that, Starburst charged at the woman. They collided, grappling each other like sumo wrestlers.
They dug their feet into the carpeted floor of the subway car, the balls of their feet sliding back and forth. They grunted from the force and exertion.
Laura could only watch as the struggle ensued. Out of fear, she rose to her feet and ran to the back of the car, to the door. Her body swayed and bounced with each footfall, and the cheeks of her ass shifted with each step.
She reached the door, slid it open, crossed to the next car, and entered.
In the car were more civilians with a large woman standing above them all. She turned and saw Laura.
Who the hell are you? she demanded of Laura.
Stressed out and frightened, Laura could feel her stomach getting upset. She placed her hands over it, trying to let it settle. Her face tightened in a grimace and she moaned from the pain.
The fat woman pounded her way over to Laura, angrily. I asked you a question! She grabbed Laura by the collar of her hoodie and swung her around so Lauras back was facing the crowd. I said: who are and before the woman could finish, Laura farted loudly.
The other people on the subway car winced from the smell. One woman even fanned her nose a little.
A reddish tint flooded over Lauras face. Tears squeezed over the chubby cheeks that were raised beneath her eyes.
The fat woman was unfazed. She still demanded answers. Im going to ask one more time! Who
She was interrupted again, but this time by a moan from another woman. The fat woman dropped Laura and looked over to the hostage. She was huddled over. Whats your problem? the fat woman demanded.
The hostage mumbled something.
What? the fat woman shouted.
Im so hungry! the hostage repeated. She stood to her feet, screaming. Then, like the Asian woman, her body began to swell. Only this time, it was different. This woman seemed to be bothered by it. With the Asian woman, it seemed to be part of the plan. The hostage, however, seemed almost terrified. Or, at least she wouldve seemed terrified, if she werent already overwhelmed with hunger.
Soon, there was a chorus of moans coming from the other passengers, and they, too, began to swell.
Each of them fattening up, and complaining of an insatiable hunger. Clothes were ripping, subway seats creaking, and as some of them dropped to their knees, heavy thudding.
The fat woman was awe struck. What happened to them? she asked no one in particular.
I did, came a reply.
The fat woman turned her gaze downward to Laura, who was sitting on the floor, against the subways double doors.
It was me. Laura said.
She continued crying from the realization of what she did to those poor people. She had made them fat.
The fat woman knew she had to take advantage of this. This girl is exactly what the Sisterhood needs! She turned to Laura and held out her hand with a smile.
My name is Miranda, she said amid the sounds of clothes ripping and moaning. You can call me Celestia.
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