Commission: Wonder Woman WG

Diana Prince slammed her cafeteria tray down onto the table, huffing and puffing from the energy spent walking to the buffet line and back. The little tray was overflowing with food, with doughnuts, cookies, bagels and bread, to pasta, sandwiches, meatloaf and sausage. Diana licked her lips; she knew that she may have been acting a little greedy with her food lately, but she had no personal qualms about it, she wanted to be able to enjoy tasting and filling her mouth with delights as much as possible. The combined aroma wafting up from the assorted lunch was going to make her mouth water if she didn't start eating soon. The young woman slid into her steel chair very carefully, her titanic rear rolled over the seat, her butt too large to fit properly. Excessive amounts of her ass-flab were drooping over the edges, but it bothered Diana none.

She grunted with some indignation as she tried to push the chair away from the table, as her belly had been caught between her and the table, squashing it into an uncomfortable position that also served to prevent her from reaching her food. Diana's large, round breasts bounced up and down, nearly slapping her face, as she struggled to move her chair, but eventually, little by little, she was able to accomplish the daunting task. With a sigh and a huff, wiping her forehead with the back of her chubby arm, the young woman stretched a fat and bloated limb across the table and grabbed herself a glazed chocolate doughnut.

As she ate, the other employees around her began to gossip among themselves.

"Do you see that woman? Just look at how much she eats! She would need all of that food to have the strength to lug around a body that large, wouldn't she?"

"She's a good employee, I can't deny that, but damn...why does she have to be so fat...?"

"Her face is so lovely, and she used to have such a great body; what would drive a woman to throw it all away like that?"

"Damn...if only I could just rub my face in those back-fat folds of hers..."

Diana Prince, with her super-human hearing, could pick up every single word her coworkers were muttering quietly under their breaths. But she didn't care, not one bit at all. It bothered her none, because they were simply mortals, and they didn't understand Diana or what she could really do. Her weight, her bountiful fat and low-hanging blubber, did not impede her work or her lifestyle by any means. Her powers were beyond that of a human's, and while she wished to keep her true identity under wraps when disguised, she still made some use of her super strength to carry herself around more easily. It hampered her none to do this. Not even her muscles had shrunk, they were just cloaked beneath the folds of her flesh. Diana could have very well been wearing a weightless fat suit with the way her bulk actually effected so little of her life. In fact, it was more appropriate to say she acted like she was still as thin as when she'd first arrived in America. She gleefully ate to her heart's content because she knew her body could more than handle its girth appropriately.

While Diana Prince continued to close her ears off from the mocking jeers, and while she continued to fill her glorious belly with sweets and meat, another pair of eyes were also keeping watch on her. Much, much farther away, two women of a trimmer size kept diligent watch, thanks to a special X-ray vision that was as natural to one of them as flying through the air or raising cars over her head.

Power Girl sniffed with a scowl, the cold winds whipping around her chiseled but feminine body. It was the simplest matter for her to spy on her friend. Zatanna stood close beside her.

"She's seriously going to eat all of that...?" Power Girl asked aloud.

"What is it? She's going to another buffet?"

"More like she's eating out a whole buffet already at her own workplace! Dammit, she isn't going to stop getting fatter unless we do something, Zatanna!"

Zatanna frowned. "Are you really sure it's bad?"

"What? Of course it's bad! I mean, she's Wonder Woman! She can't go walking around looking like she just tripled in size! It would be...embarrassing for her..."

"She certainly doesn't act embarrassed about it. Maybe we're prying too much into her personal life, and just let her get on with it. I mean, I've traveled around for a long time, and a girl wanting to be fat isn't the strangest I've witnessed!"

Power Girl frowned; if she kept trying to argue against Wonder Woman's weight gain like this, she was going to end up looking like the villain, especially when her friend Zatanna was being so shockingly supportive of Diana's bizarre life choices. She didn't want to shame the woman or make her feel like a worthless hero, she only wanted what was 'best' for Wonder Woman, especially since everyone else in the Justice League and elsewhere had given up talking to her about it. Power Girl switched off her X-ray vision. If Batman or Superman couldn't make Wonder Woman stop gaining, what real chance did she have?

"...Okay, okay I get it."

"You do?" Zatanna asked.

"We'll just keep watch on her for a little longer; I'm no Amazoness, so I dunno how their biology works, but the first moment she starts looking like she's having trouble breathing or walking, I'm reporting it to the Justice League!" Power Girl really didn't have anything better to do, but she would gladly make it her mission to personally judge her friend's health and life-choices. How could she keep the moniker of super-hero if she couldn't help Wonder Woman the right way?

Diana Prince, also known to her superhero friends as Wonder Woman, waddled into her apartment late that night after a long and certainly filling day at work. She turned herself slightly sideways to the doorway, so she could slip herself through with better ease than if she tried to force her entire gut past the doorframe; if she'd done that, it probably would have caused some damages, more to the door itself than to her soft and supple girth. Diana gave her belly a rub along its tender underside as she carried herself over into the kitchen for some dinner. Her refrigerator was always overloaded with food to eat, because for her, it took more than a normal human could consume to keep her energy and stamina at its fullest. It was by personal choice that she ate even more than that, though.

Along the way, she happened to pass by a full-body mirror that hung on the wall. She stopped to examine herself, to see the enormity that she had become.

Diana's belly was so large and it lurched down so far that it actually protruded out of her work uniform, a round, pale roll of her belly-flesh always visible like a gopher peeking its head out of its hole. The buttons that permitted her uniform to stay together were also being worked overtime; it was a ticking time bomb, a few wrong moves and the floor would become littered with the tiny fasteners. The buttons left gaps wide enough with spaces revealing Diana's white shirt underneath, which her belly forced it to bend and pull until it was absolutely skin-tight. That, in turn, caused every little crease and bump of her lovely gut rolls to be revealed as well. Her stomach was large and lumpy, but it became smoother further down, with skin as soft as velvet.

The young woman sighed and began undoing the buttons of her jacket, a great sense of relief washed over her body and suit both. The suit would only fit her now, it had been stretched too much to be worn by anyone else. She removed her undershirt as well.

Diana strode into the kitchen wearing only a bra and her work-pants. Some of her belly's bottom-rolls had been stuffed into her pants, like bundling a sausage into an air-tight plastic bag, so she could maneuver easier and so that her stomach would be at less risk of bumping and knocking everything around. She did not notice that the back of her pants was already tearing open, splitting at the seams and leaving little craters for all to spot her red, white and blue-stripped panties.

"I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight?"

Suddenly, thanks to hearing that could catch a pin dropping over twenty miles away, Diana's head swiveled to the right, toward the windows overlooking the city. Someone was screaming for help. She strained her ears to listen closer. It was not just one, but several voices, all crying out at once. There were other voices mixed in, harsher, more violent, and Diana knew that some sort of villain or criminal was involved too. It was a woman's voice, at that. Diana knew what had to be done, even though she was well-aware how cranky she could get when she didn't eat soon.

"My, my, my, I wonder wherever Wonder Woman could be?"

The Handson family, husband, wife and two daughters, kept huddled together in the corner of their kitchen, terrified but also dumbfounded at what they were witnessing. A morbidly obese woman in a skin-tight black cat suit had, only moments ago, broken into their home and effectively taken them all hostage, just as the loving wife had finished baking a chocolate pecan pie for her family. The gigantic intruder attacked them with a whip, more so to frighten than to injure, and right now she strode back and forth in front of them, her massive body wobbling like a barrel full of jelly, the pie tin resting on the palm of her hand. Her suit had been left unzipped all the way down to display her cleavage, and because of her size, she had more than enough tit-flesh to spare. With a smirk that looked like she'd worn it thousands of times already, the fat cat woman thrust a plump finger into the pie and dug out a few pecans, which she slipped into her mouth as fast as a cat's paw. She licked her finger; it was because of the long, needle-like claws she possessed that the husband did not try to fight back.

"She lives in this city, doesn't she?" she asked the family, but continued speaking before waiting for their response, "I really apologize for doing this, but I had to do something to get her to come out, and if the rumors are true, then surely she'll come all the way over here to save this pie - oh I mean, this poor family."

The youngest daughter sniffled.

"Don't worry; after I'm done with my business, you all can return to dinner like nothing ever happened! Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?"

Suddenly, a flash of light by the window. Catwoman raised her head. "Hmm? What was that?"

She waddled over to the window. This quickly proved to be a terrible error in judgement, as a golden whip suddenly flew in, ensnared Catwoman by the flab on her right arm, and pulled her through. The pie splattered on the floor, tragically ruined while at its prime. The Handsons didn't know what to make of it.

"Hey now, you didn't have to pull me out by my arm like that, sweetie. You could have broken it! Just ask me to go onto the roof if you wanted to talk there so badly!"

Wonder Woman was dressed in full uniform, colored spandex and all. Her belt was cutting so deeply into her belly that the folds of her fat were overlapping on top of it. She tried to cross her arms to help fully establish how enraged she was regarding Catwoman's actions, but finding it too difficult to fit her large arms over her very sizable bosom, she opted to place her hands on her chunky hips instead. She had her suit refitted several times for maximum comfort no matter her size, but even then it wasn't the easy uniform to move around in. If she gained another twenty or so pounds in the next few weeks, she would possible have to go for a brand new costume design.

"Catwoman, last time I checked, your territory was contained to the city of Gotham and nothing else. Since when did you start visiting other cities to commit your petty little thefts? I only came out here to stop you because I had...nothing better to do tonight."

"Oh, this is a special occasion, Wonder Whale! Trust me, I don't usually like to leave Bats on his own if I can help it." Catwoman flashed a tooth, "I came here because I wanted to see if the rumors were true. I attacked that family to try and coax you out, and I thought you would want to come and save the pie I was holding hostage to."

"What rumors? About my weight?"

Catwoman rubbed her own bare, engorged abdomen, still grinning, although it seemed much more hollow now. "...Yes. I can't say that I wasn't curious to see if your transformation into a total blimp was true or not."

"Well you've gotten your answer; I'm bigger than ever, but I'm still the same hero as before. So I'd appreciate it if you offered apologies to the family you just harassed and go back to Gotham so Batman can properly deal with you instead."

"Why did you get so fat anyway? I thought heroes were always on a strict diet so they would always be in shape for fighting bad guys and saving the day." Catwoman teased.

Wonder Woman huffed. She had a very simple reason to explain her exponential weight gain; she had wanted it. Her weight gain had all been done purposefully, with the intent of becoming bigger and thicker until she was literally bursting from her clothes. Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, had never told anyone about these hidden desires of hers, especially because they went completely in opposition to the Amazoness' beliefs in great strength and attaining physical perfection. She could not properly even begin to explain her choices herself; it may have had to do with something strange inside her head, something she couldn't decipher, that would make her have this unique interest in fat. She'd never even let it show to anyone before, but when she actually started gaining, she knew some eyebrows would raise and some questions would be asked. None of her friends, none of her lovers, not even her own family knew about this 'darkness' inside of her. Granted, all they had to do was take one look at her now and see something was wrong, but Diana never possessed the slightest bit of intention of ever explaining herself outright. She had her pride, and it was a personal matter anyway, no one else's business. Even Superman and the Justice League understood that.

"I don't need to tell you."

"What? Come on, WW! I came all this way just to see it! Won't you help a poor fat cat out?" Catwoman replied.

Wonder Woman replied, "How did YOU get so large anyway? I thought a professional thief like yourself would be more wary of fast-food and letting yourself go!"

"H-Hey, now, that's no fair, switching the subject around on me like this-"

Wonder Woman tugged on the golden whip wrapped around Catwoman's arm. Its powers to 'coax' the truth from its victims was still as handy as ever, even if the reasons for using it right now were slightly unscrupulous at best.

"I got fat because I was lazy and I ate the fish bait Bats left out for me too many times! Oh my, did I say that out loud?"

Wonder Woman let the whip go slack and she pulled it off of Catwoman's arm; she had already punished the thief enough. She would give Batman a call later and have him send the Bat-Jet over to pick her up. It was bad enough having your own crowd of baddies to fight with, but when they start moving out to other cities, you begin losing track of them. Catwoman should at least consider herself one lucky kitty that she was liked more by the dark crusader than the majority of criminals in Gotham.

Wonder Woman bid Catwoman a short farewell and took off. She desperately needed some food now, her stomach was practically waging a war with her own hunger. Forget going back to her apartment to cook something, that would take far too long. Fortunately she was in the right part of the neighborhood to fly down to this really amazing Chinese All-You-Can-Eat Buffet, one that she had frequented several times before. Her wallet was safely tucked away between her middle and lower belly-rolls.

"So you see anything worth worrying about yet, Power Girl?" Zatanna asked. The two super-heroines had observed the entire exchange between Wonder Woman and Catwoman.

"A lot of things, actually. But it's not my role to say anything, I get it. I'm not going to try and yell at her about being a fatass." Power Girl shrugged.

Zatanna smiled. "I'm glad you finally learned something!"

"Hmph. I'm not an idiot, Zatanna. I'm just trying to be a good Samaritan."

"Of course! Forgive me for forgetting that."

Power Girl rolled her eyes, not exactly in a mood of good humor, and she had no intention of playing into Zatanna's jokes any further.

"You want to go get something to eat?"

"Yeah, I could use some fuel; we've spent the whole day following this woman around and watching her stuff herself! It's my turn to do that now!" Zatanna stretched.

Power Girl scooped the magician into her arms, went hurling off of the building, and gently drifted herself down to the ground below, ignoring the wide eyes and gaping mouths of the surrounding passersby.