Zatanna smiled as she took a second to observe all the women in the Justice League Cafeteria. The replicators were singing, the food was flying to their mouths, aided by a bit of Zatanna's magic. Wonder Woman had been the first to ask her for magical aid in getting food to her mouth, Starfire and Wondergirl having long stopped being capable of feeding her. The rest followed like dominoes and now Zatanna had all of them gorging, worshiping the almighty food in all of it's many facets.

Zatanna herself was the largest, the high priestess of this cult of culinary treats. All of her was of equal size, which meant that there was a singular blob of fat that encompassed over seventy five percent of the Watchtower cafeteria, the rest of the smaller blobs which made up the female Justice League forced to orbit around her fat like moons.

Belching mightily as she finished off nine trays of burgers at once, Zatanna felt like a goddess.

A goddess that needed more of herself.

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Oracle grunted as she lifted the huge "slice" of cake to her mouth, which in actuality was over half of the cake itself. She panted, wheezed, and started to whine when she couldn't get the morsel up to her mouth.

"Damn...hgn...hnn...ugh...stupid...orf...cake!"

Okay, it wasn't the cake's fault for being so delicious, just like it hadn't been the fifty hot dogs, six triple sundaes, and twenty donuts she had eaten forty minutes ago who were to blame.

She was getting fat.

Alright, she admitted as her near-useless fat arms sagged down onto her obese love handles, she was more than fat.

Still, the problem now was getting more of that awesome food into her mouth.

Wheeling herself around, she soon found a solution.

It took an hour, but she manged, with a lot of breaks, to get her mouth positioned so that the food would just fall in.

She could jerry-rig a funnel later, she decided.

Now it was time to see how fast she could get the Anon factory's production line going and how much she could really eat in one sitting.

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Holly lay awake, a hand searching her middle.

No, she decided, no, no, no, it was impossible for that tiny, oh so tiny, bit of fat to be there on her stomach.

She hadn't eaten any of those treats, had stuck to black bread and water.

So why?

Why was it there?