“YOU!” just then, before Frida could sit down so as to not heft around her heavy gut, she spotted Lady Gobbler and Vultura flying at her, with the latter of the two pointing an accusing finger at her once they stopped to hover just above her head “You are responsible for ruining us! Not only did our secret get out once you defeated my daughter, but on top of all that, you ATE HER!!!!”

“I,I…wait, why did you wait until now to fight me?” Frida suddenly grew less nervous and stopped sweating at the presence of villains out for blood once she asked that very important question. A week had past since the day in question, and plenty had happened. El Tigre vouched to the mayor that Frida would be his new sidekick, and thus she was granted a super hero license of her very own. However, she also had to tell her father the truth about what happened to Black Cuervo. He was horrified at first of course, but he could never hate any of his daughters. As a policemen, he knew that sometimes there were casualties when fighting for justice, and the fact that it wasn’t Frida’s fault was not missed by him. So, despite his views on the Riveras, he gave his daughter his blessing, stating that she’d be the best hero Miracle City had ever seen. Frida gave her papa a big hug then, but the moment was kind of ruined when she leaned forward too far to do so and fell and crushed him. Later on though, she and Manny had taken the town by storm, taking down every low life and super villain that crossed their paths. No matter who delivered the most blows, the battle always ended with Frida sitting on the bad guy.

“Uh….we, uh….well you see-ACK!” Vultura’s attempt to explain was halted when she and her mom were snatched out of the air by some very strong, yet flabby hands. Frida wasted no words; she hadn’t eaten anyone else since Zoe, and she still wasn’t sure if it was cool with her or not despite Manny’s initial approval, but she knew that these two were just like her first villain meal. They wouldn’t stop until she and Manny were dead. So, she made sure the last thing they saw was the back of her throat.





“….Sorry Frida, your dad busted Dr. Bell Pepper before I could…huh?!” just as El Tigre was apologizing that he lost a potential after battle snack, he spotted a sight that was quickly disturbing him. Frida was eating fried chicken, which wasn’t strange at all, but just below her were two very familiar looking helmets of two bird themed villains.

“Frida, you didn’t.” El Tigre said with his hands on the side of his head. His girlfriend though then acknowledged his presence by responding “What? I was still kinda hungry after those two so I got some chicken…wait, you thought that I…dude, you are sick.”

El Tigre sighed, for once happy that he sounded like an idiot. He was glad that so far, he hadn’t seen any downsides to Frida snacking on super criminals. There did seem to be a downside to what she was currently snacking on now though, which she demonstrated after polishing off the last chicken leg and then abruptly dropping the bucket “Oooh, okay, maybe that chicken was a mistake.”

El Tigre just smiled at his over stuffed girlfriend. Even with that queasy look on her face though, she was still the hottest thing he had ever seen and all he wanted to do was kiss her. Still, he wasn’t about to ignore that his girl needed some comfort, and the best part was that helping her would also get him up close and personal with her belly.

Shooting up his chain claw, the nails dug into the top of the mount of blubber, and with Frida’s tough hide, she didn’t feel a thing. Soon he was perched on top of her belly and lied down on it. The flesh was so firm since it was stretched, and yet when Manny dug his fingers into the fat beneath him, he still felt squishy flab just like the other countless times he’d groped this, or any other round part of Frida’s body this past week.

Speaking of whom, she soon lost the urge to barf as she both saw and felt what her boyfriend was doing. Her firmly pressed his palms into her belly and slowly moved them up its curvature. His fingers lightly squeezed back and forth, applying just the right amount of pressure to every roll he could reach, and given how much ground there was to cover, Manny even moved back and forth on his knees to do the same thing.

Moaning, Frida plopped down on her giant ass and just enjoyed the much needed massage. Already she could feel her digestion improving, but she wasn’t about to tell Manny to stop. That was fine with him, because when he leaned his down and rubbed his cheek against the warm fat of the love of his life, he felt heaven.

As much as she loved tossing around ideas for their next romp in the sack since this belly rub was seriously turning her on, plus the fact that she was naked didn’t help quell that, what Frida loved the most was having Manny so close to her. Sure they loved being together, but she always reminded herself of when she first gained weight and feared that Manny wouldn’t love her anymore, and yet just like then, he was still here, loving her fat as much as she now did. He then even looked up and winked at her. There was no doubt about it, she super, duper, awesomely loved this guy.