"A little help?" Oracle asked from the doorway of their newest base, yet another factory Anonymous had owned. That said doorway was considerably wide enough for most of the fat heroes to get through okay, minus a few minutes of jiggling and jostling along with pushing from behind by the others in Supergirl's case, was a surprise for Renee.

Looking at Oracle's chair, The Question noticed that it could easily fit through the door. The quivering gobs of fat Oracle now called her lovehandles, on the other hand, was the problem.

"Alright, O, I'm going to push and you had better suck it in for all your worth, got it?"

"Mmmmhmmmmm...." Oracle replied, eating a box of Anonymous deepfried Twinkies.

Grunting, heaving with all her might, Renee managed to get the team leader through, both women panting, Renee on her back, her butt lifting her a foot off the ground, and Oracle hunched over as far as she could, trying to grab the box that had slipped from her fat digits.

Black Canary sighed as she watched them, but that didn't stop her from helping Renee up, grabbing the box for Oracle, and nabbing a few of those Twinkies for herself.

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Holly was still resisting food but had been a huge help in getting them this base, clearing out the gang that had claimed it for their own turf with ease and working together with Supergirl to ensure that they wouldn't try a reprisal.

She was so trustworthy that Renee had lowered her suspicions from definitely a traitor to might be a traitor.

Holly mostly hung out with Dove, enjoying her laid back, content nature, outright ignoring Dove's light pleading to try just one of the donuts or kruellers or one of the myraid of other sweets Anon had concocted. She also aided Dove in getting her costume on, as the serene heroine was indulging a bit more these days, owing to Hawk's peer pressure.

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In fact all of the women were indulging more, whether because of Oracle's lack of self control or the refreshing of the Anon concoctions in the sweets, costumes were starting to rip, to say nothing of the clothing.

Canary had gone through a few pairs of underwear thanks to her now ballooning rump, figuring this specific gain was karma for pointing out how huge Renee's butt was.

Hawk's gain was all over, Dove's in her face, thighs, and rear.

Renee's was her gut, the fleshy singular mass now starting to become two huge rolls of fat.

Supergirl's was in her arms and thighs, reducing her effectiveness even more but she could still lift and fly.

Oracle's butt at first took the brunt of her onslaught of Anon treats, but now the weight was going everywhere, even her cankles.

Needless to say, the group was losing steam.

Oracle realized this, and had managed to obtain the precise location of the next plant, but hadn't yet shared it with her comrades, too focused on setting up her own personal conveyor belt of Anon sweets much like the setup she'd had by accident in Gotham.