Cassandra Cain was on the Hunt and after Big Game.
Right now she might be fatter than anyone she'd ever seen, a near 700lb behemoth of a girl who could barely keep herself upright. But a month of seeing Amazons stuff themselves had opened new doors into the quiet woman's sexuality. Being a feedee had been incredibly hot, the tender caresses Steph had given her budding bulk, but four weeks of getting off from seeing hot fit girls overeat had flipped switches in the martial artists' brain. Although right now she couldn't outfight a toddler, Batgirl's old pride in her martial abilities was coming back alongside a new urge to become a more active participant. Not a feedee but a feeder.
All of the harsh insults, cruel jabs and viscious put down's she'd received from Donna Troy burned inside Cass' soul, damage that needed repaid. As she was half carried/half walked to the gate of the Amazon squad's compound she felt the amulets hidden inside her deep fat rolls and gave a small smile inbetween pants and huffs. Obese she might be, but soon those pounds were going to be on that Amazon harpy.
But visions of vengeance had to wait, for Cass had to get to the main square. It was less than a mile away but it took nearly two hours for the Batgirl to make it even a pair of fit Amazons under each arm and several rests for her horribly weak body. During the long, long walk more and more of the immortal women left their homes and workshops to stand on the street and laugh at the obese, naked mortal, the skimpy warrior women flaunting their sleek legs and firm abs.
The short heroine was now wider than she was tall, her cement sack love handles pressed into firm Amazonian obliques. Each waddle of her marshmallow thighs smacked her knee length apron of flab, sending a reverberation up the sagging stomach and into the watermelon jugs the flat chested woman now boasted. Softball size cheeks were cherry red from panting, her overloaded knees and ankles began complaining and rivulets of sweat poured down her body from the tropical heat within the first few minutes, she needed several boosters of sugary soda just to keep waddling into the main square.
"I see that your external body has grown almost enough to match your internal gluttony," Donna laughed, the ultra fit Amazon clad in a black bikini that shimmered with stars.
Cass read the cruelty on the surface of the Amazon's eyes. And the lust and the envy, hidden beneath them. She might be the better part of a half ton, but the aeons of discipline the immortal warrior had lived through made her painfully envious of Cass' unhinged growth. She was tempted to say something cruel about it, but that would reveal her plans...and she didn't have the breath for it.
"What's that? Can't catch your breath? I'm not surprised, I can hear your heart thundering from here. It sounds like someone has some hypertension," Donna cackled, the other Amazons taking up the laughter.
It took long minutes in the shade for Cass to get her breath back, she was still sweating and puffing a bit even though. By that time the Amazons moved to the other side of the square, pointing and laughing as another behemoth waddled forwards:
"I'm *huff* not *gasp* that *pant* big!" Cassandra Sandsmark whined, her voice slow and harsh.
Cass' own butt was too big for a car seat, but it was tiny compared to the other Cassandra's. The blonde Wonder Girl's butt was as wide as a semi-truck's grill, each bun the size of a bean bag chair and hanging down in dimpled, pimpled, creased sheets to her knees. Her thigh lard was totally shapeless, hanging down over her knees in stretchmarked, varicose vein glory. Her cankles were thick as Cassandra's waist had been when she'd first realized she was chubby, their packed lard drooping over her swollen red feet to hit the ground. With each step, cellulite dimples deep as gunshot wounds swung into sight with every slow, waddling step, punctuated with the click of an overloaded cane.
Sandsmarks belly didn't hold a candle to Cass' gigantic apron gut, but the blonde, depowered and gout ridden demi-goddess still had a triple folded gut. Her upper arms were so chubby that they couldn't lie fat, her sausage fingers gripping her trembling, bent cane at an angle. Her face was round as a manhole cover, blue eyes squinting and dotted with pimples. She had to be nearly eight hundred pounds and at such a titanic weight she was almost filling out the C-cup bra strapped over her chest.
"Oh yes you are, you gout ridden wonder. You're so fat you've lost the dregs of your power, haven't you?" Donna laughed, "The gods of Olympus have removed their favor from you Cassie, you might not get them back even if you do slim down again!"
After a few seconds of panting, Sandsmark managed to reply, "I totally *gasp* will, you old *puff* skank...fuck my foot..."
Sandsmark tried to take pressure off of her throbbing right foot, but her cane gave a groan. The fatigued metal snapped, letting the leviathan of a superheroine collapse to the ground. She moaned in pain and shock, gales of laughter arising from the crowd of Amazons. Donna, tall and strong and fit and shapely, pranced over to her and bent, using her legs to get the blonde back on her feet.
"I'll be back for you in a minute Cain, you've both gotten too wide to carry at once!" Donna laughed, shooting into the air.
Cass didn't miss the look of pure hate Sandsmark gave to their weight loss coach either.
Batgirl started planning and didn't stop during the ride back to the weight loss camp, her lard overflowing Donna's hard muscles. Nor did she stop on seeing the other campers, who'd grown immensely during her month long absence. Supergirl's body had gone from extra chubby to flat out obese, a hefty butt and jutting tummy that were still dwarfed by the gigantic T cup gazongas that covered her entire body and hung to her knees while still having a Tear drop shape. Miss Martian was a heavy set fat girl of about three hundred pounds, evenly distributed around head sized boobs, bulging gut and sagging butt...and that was just her thin form, her actual size must be immense. There was a new girl as well, a badly sunburned Goth girl who's flabby belly was in a race with swollen breasts that was introduced as Raven, a teen titan's psychic who'd accidentally absorbed the appetite of an entire normal fat camp.
All through the following pitiful exercises, a short walk and jumping jacks that brought Cass to the brink of heat stroke, the girls were given the medications needed by their immense bodies: blood thinners, insulin and anti-gout medication for Sandsmark. They were all taunted and teased by their hyper fit trainer, asked how they could consider themselves superheroes when they couldn't exist without medication. To counter act the good health, they then gorged on mountains of funnel cakes, donuts and bacon, the grease raising pimples on Sandsmark just from looking at them. For the first time in months, Cass found herself not hungry. Grease and dough and meat meant nothing to her, not when she was surrounded by gluttonous, gorgeous fatties who were eating themselves sick. The bacon grease dripping down Supergirl's gigantic gazongas was making her moist, while the groans and creaks of Sandsmarks chair made her own, not inconsiderable nipples harden. Desire for food had been replaced with a desire to see others gain weight, gluttony swapped easily for lust.
Once they were stuffed sick the sun was setting, the engorged campers ordered to sleep off their indulgence. Cass waddled into the joint bed room, love handles scraping the walls and...
Solo Weight Loss: waited for the others to sleep, then tried to sneak into Donna's cabin and swap their weights
Group weight loss: Knowing that she's no longer stealthy or fast, Cass explained her plan to the others, coming up with a way to get their revenge on their tormenting counselor...
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