“No way!” Zoe screeched as Frida stepped out of the flames unharmed. That piggy should have been roasted in that blaze, but she didn’t have a mark on her. She also didn’t have a shred of clothes on her, which Manny noticed right away.

“No way!” El Tigre gleefully exclaimed as he got a look at his newly fattened up girlfriend for the first time naked. In truth, he had seen a lot of it when she walked into the cafeteria earlier, but now he got to see all of it. Those big, bountiful breasts that had been barely covered by her tight white top now swayed in the air. They were bigger then beach balls and tipped with big, fat tits that wobbled on the massive mounds of fat. They looked so big and soft, Manny could just imagine pushing his face into it and sinking his head right in up to his neck. He had already seen her fully exposed enormous gut, but it still amazed him that his girlfriend had such a huge round belly that he could play with. Her drooping belly covered her crotch, but as she walked, her belly bounced and he got a glimpse at her slit. Turns out that even her pussy looked fatter. Thick, puffy lips were surrounded by familiar blue pubic hair. He couldn’t get a look at her booty, but when he did he was sure he was in for a huge treat. All that tanned, succulent flesh bouncing in front of him got him hard and made him momentarily forget a psychotic super villain was on top of him. She reminded him she was there by kneeing him right in the balls.

“Don’t you dare look at her when you’re with me!” Zoe screamed in El Tigre’s face as he whimpered and clutched his bruised genitals.

“Hey bitch, stay away from my man’s dangly parts! They belong to me!” Frida cried out as she rushed at Zoe like a freight train, a blubbery, bouncing freight train. Moving quickly, the naked super villain searched for one of her weapons quickly before the naked super hero could get her. Seeing her plasma rifle beside a beaten and bleeding El Tigre, she grabbed it and pointed it at the incoming mountain of flab. Frida was just about on her when she fired.

“No!” El Tigre screamed as he saw Zoe fire.

“Yes!” Zoe smiled with evil delight as the beam of raw plasma shot towards a blindly running Frida. She was happy, for about ten seconds, before the plasma rolled off Frida’s plump body like it was water. It didn’t even slow her down.

“No!” Zoe screeched as she saw Frida’s bouncing belly coming strait for her face. She screamed as Frida’s belly hit her strait on, finding a mouthful of sweaty, soft flab filling her mouth. Frida kept plowing on, pushing Zoe off Manny. Feeling the small body of Zoe impact her gut, Frida tried to stop, which wasn’t exactly easy with her going sixty miles an hour. Losing her balance, Frida fell forwards, right on top of Zoe. The twisted girl screamed with a mouthful of doughy flab as she felt Frida do a belly flop onto the ground with her right under her. A ton of fat slammed down on Zoe, Frida’s belly covered her body completely, crushing her into the ground. She gave muffled screams and cries as the greasy, fatty belly of her ultimate enemy pushed down onto her naked body. Any attempt to move failed and with growing anger it sank into Zoe’s mind that she had lost the fight before it had even began. Frida had beaten her, with her gut. The humiliation of it destroyed any sanity she had left to hang onto.

Getting up slowly, Manny turned to see his fallen girlfriend. “Frida,” he weakly said and limped towards her. He had been so caught up in watching her sexy parts shake he hadn’t checked to see how hurt she was. Cursing himself for his hormones, he promised himself never to let his smaller head control him. He got to Frida and froze; she had fallen on her belly, leaving her ass hanging out in the air. Manny stared at the two colossal olive coloured ass-halves. They were both perfectly round, no sag or blemish on them. Many could only describe them as the most perfectly formed giant butt he had ever seen. Even the long crack between them confirmed to their roundness. They looked firm, but when he breathed on them an entire cheek rippled. They were softer then he had ever imaged and yet so big. Unable to control himself he reached over and lightly poked one cheek, his finger sank in smoothly up to his knuckle. Breathing deeply and with a ragging hard on, his hands trembled as he brought them towards what he had to consider the greatest booty in the world.

“Manny? Are you there?”

Frida’s voice broke Manny from his trance and he pulled his hands back. What was he doing? Frida might be hurt and they were right in the middle of a destroyed city block, now was not the time to goose his girlfriend. He had to be strong. Then again, maybe he could get a tiny grab in before he checked on Frida.

“Manny! Help! I need you!”

“Coming!” That got Manny moving. Any thought of grabbing a handful of tush was pushed aside when he heard Frida needed him. He might have a little problem keeping it in his pants, but he could never ignore a cry for help from the girl he loved. Running around her huge body, he got to her head and kneeled down. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Speak to me Frida, speak to me!”
“Chill out man,” Frida huffed, not liking the overdramatic. She reached down and pushed against the ground with her hands. Grunting, she tried several times to lift herself up, but only made her wide back and the rolls of fat on her side jiggle. Giving up, she threw her flabby arms out and groaned before looking up at Manny bashfully. “Think you can help a girl get to her feet? I’m kinda stuck.”

Manny blinked and stepped back, getting a better look at the position Frida had gotten herself into. Her belly had cracked the street, pushing through the ground several feet. As El Tigre, Manny could lift several hundred pounds, but he was injured and even still, Frida might still be too heavy for him to lift even at full strength. Hard to believe yesterday he was carrying her around in his arms. Now she would have to be the one the needed carrying, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Being carried like a baby by his half-ton girl, pressed against her heaving bosom as she waddled through the city. It was enough to make him go off into one of his libido induced trances before noticing the waiting look on Frida’s face. Hoping she wouldn’t take it the wrong way, he told her, “Maybe we should try using a forklift or a crane to lift you up?”

“Great,” she groaned. She’d have to remember for the future that it was easy to move her giant body when she had momentum, but lying down she was a beached whale. At least she was a smoking hot beached whale. She had caught Manny staring and the fact that they were in public and she had a villain pinned under her belly was the only reason she didn’t reached behind her, smack her ass and tell Manny to dig in. Oh, that reminded Frida of something. “Hey Manny. If you can’t move me, could you at least try to pull Zoe out from under me? She’s still moving, but if she's under me any longer I think she’ll suffocate.”

“You want me to save her?” Manny skeptically asked. He was no killer and had saved some of his enemies before, but Frida had never been one to suggest he save someone. El Tigre balanced between villain and her, but Frida always tilted more towards villain then him.

“Yes. I mean, sure she’s a thieving, domineering, cruel villain that wants you as her sex slave, but I guess I can sort of relate to her. If I was in her place and you were dating her, I’d try to kill you, only I wouldn’t beat you, I’d use pliers,” Frida gave a big toothy grin that both amused and horrified Manny. Frida was not someone to underestimate. She hung around with him when he fought giant robots, zombies and evil cactuses; Frida had always been tough, even without super powers. Now that she did now, what was going to stop her now.

“Let me see if I can get my hand underneath you,” Manny said, ignoring the nagging question of what kind of devastation his girlfriend would bring with the awesome power of blubber on her side. Kneeing at her side, El Tigre removed his glove and slid his hand under Frida. He was searching for any sign of Zoe, but was also feeling up Frida’s belly. Her flesh was so smooth and soft, he couldn’t wait until they got home and he got on top of her. He thought things were already crazy under the sheets, but now that the sheets couldn’t cover Freda’s bulk things were going to reach new levels of crazy. Grinning, he barely noticed that he had grabbed something hard underneath Frida’s belly until his fingers wrapped around it. “I found something!”

“Pull it out before she suffocates,” Frida grumbled, shifting to her side to let Manny hopefully pull out Zoe. Manny pulled hard, putting his feet against the fat side of Frida’s belly for leverage. Pulling he managed to pry something out from under Frida’s belly, but it wasn’t Zoe.

“Oops,” El Tigre said as he lifted up what he pulled from under Frida. It was Zoe’s plasma rifle, which was beeping loudly. Both of them stared at the weapon, but Manny was the first to realize why it was beeping. He had been around his Grand papi’s weapons long enough to recognize the sound of a weapon set to self-destruct.

“It’s going to blow!” Manny screamed and tossed the heavy weapon. Already weak, he barely got it ten feet away, not nearly far enough to avoid the blast. With seconds before the explosion went off, Frida acted. She knew she could survive the explosion, she had survived the last one, but with the state Manny was in, he would be a goner. Fear causing her to act wildly, Frida took a risk. She didn’t understand her new powers or how they worked, but she could guess several things. Frida thought she was tougher then a tank, heavier then an elephant and could eat nearly anything. If all these facts were true, then she had only one way to save her boyfriend.