Finishing off the third plate of food at the meeting room,
Shayera wiped her mouth and looked around, her stomach still growling for more
but finding nothing left to eat. “Jeez, I took too long, better join the
others.” Tugging at her pants now that they felt tighter than ever, Hawk Girl
huffed running down the hall to the teleporter only to pass by the door to the
cafeteria.
In the corner of her eye she spotted the lunch menu being
set up, and just as quickly as she noticed it, she slammed her foot down to
stop. “Ooh! Spaghetti Wednesday!” Turning her head back to the teleporter bay
and back to the cafeteria, Shayera squirmed in indecision. “Just one plate,
then I’ll join them, yeah, I’ll only be a few more minutes.”
Making her way inside and passing by some surprised heroes
who blinked back at the Hawk Girl, showing a bit of softness in her stomach and
rear, dug herself a plate of pasta and quickly made her way to a nearby table
to eat… And eat… And EAT! One plate led to two, then three and four, all the
while the heroes watched the woman’s figure balloon larger. Her pants creaked
and stretched to make room for her growing hips, thighs and rear. Her modest
breast grew larger and rounder after her fourth plate, pushing out until it
looked like her stretched top had a pair of ripe melons that had forced the
zipper down to show a growing cleavage.
In the matter of an hour, Shayera had grown almost 50 pounds
heavier, her curves swollen to outrageous proportions when her pants button
popped off and her top hung by the final clip if her zipper. But she wasn’t
just larger, as soon as she stood to go back for another plate, her bare ankles
showed she had grown almost half a foot taller if not more so. “Come on Raul,
one more plate.”
“Sorry Hawk Girl, I’m cutting you off.”
“WHAT?! Why?” Pouted the large woman, rolling her shoulder
when she felt a stitch pop in her sleeve, a look of genuine shock and horror on
her pouting lips and teary eyes.
“You’ve eaten an entire buffet tray of pasta meant for 14
people… And let’s face it you’ve got a serious problem.”
“What problem?” Asked the now zaftig woman, waving her arms
and wings out in protest, before she found the man staring into her cleavage
and smirked. “But Raul, can’t you make an exception for me? Pretty please?” She
asked, tilting her foot and thrusting her chest out where her top threatened to
pop open.
“Uhm… I might be able to make an exception… In the back
where I can make some more.”
“Yay.” Chirped the large woman, giving her hips an extra
sway when she practically dragged the man in the back-storage room of the
kitchen.
*
It took the JLU only a few minutes to teleport on mass to
the entrance to the monorail station where police were still trying (and
failing) to cuff a rather loud and complaining cheetah woman that towered over
them by at least 2 feet. From the tattered cloths that were tied around her
waist and many breasts it seemed the fabric once belonged to an expensive brown
business suit that had burst into tatters. The cheetah woman sneered, tossing
her long flowing red hair with ruby red clawed fingers. “How DARE you try to arrest
me, do you know who I am? I swear if you try this, I will have your badges as
coasters for my coffee table!”
“Look… Mr.. Uh… Miss Luthor, we’re not letting you leave
until you’re processed at the police station.”
“That’s enough officer, we’ll keep an eye on hi… I mean her.”
Announced Superman, waving down the police surrounding the large cheetah woman
before her attention fell to him and her demeanor grew fiercer. “So… The man of
steel finally shows up and ONLY because I get in trouble.” Sashaying almost
seductively towards Superman, Clark realised she towered over him significantly
and shamelessly thrust her impressive chest out enough he had to bend his neck
back so his nose wouldn’t touch the knot holding her top together.
“Let me tell you this right now… Superman, I don’t need a
chaperone to watch over me now that I’m back in town, I’m going back to my
tower to find out what my businesses have been doing since my absence and I don’t
want to see some blue spandex wearing peeping tom watching me while I do it!”
Quickly spinning around and walking away, Clark sputtered
when the tip of her tail smacked him across the face, each step accentuated with
a roll of her hips like a runway model before she stopped and looked over her
shoulder with the same fierce look as before.
“And you BETTER not peep on me while I’m in my personal sauna…
On the 34th floor… At 7pm... Idiot!”
Watching the towering cheetah woman walk away and out of
sight, Superman turned to the rest of the confused JLU and raised his arms in
confusion.
“What the hell just happened?”
Everyone looked to each other just as confused looking for
an answer. Only Flash could think of something and even he didn’t like the
answer.
“Either that was a threat… Or an invitation, either way I need
to bleach my eyes.”
*
“HOLY CRAP, You REALLY wants spaghetti, don’t you?!” Panted
Raul pinned to the floor while Shayera straddled him and tossed her red hair.
Their cloths scattered around the storage room, Shayera had been screwing the watch
tower cook like a starved hooker, pressing his hands against her larger breasts
or to her stout thighs. For a moment while their fucking intensified, Raul
thought his eyes were playing tricks when it looked like her arms and legs were
getting… Stronger? If anything, she was looking less and less plump and more
fit with every hip grinding descent upon his cock. Her arms throbbed with newly
formed muscle and her thighs grew more solid, almost suffocating the man with their
new strength.
Then things got weird!
“Yes! So hungry, STARVING, starving for that COAAAACK!”
Downy feathers began to spread up and over her arms and legs, spreading up her
waist and over her shoulders to creep up her neck. Feathers began to sprout out
of her hair and her eyes looked a little TOO interested in him when they made
eye contact. Gripping his shoulders so fiercely, the man yelped when her
sharper looking finger nails jabbed his shoulders, Shayera licked her lips and
moaned out loud when her orgasm was getting closer.
“Yes, YES… Like… REALLY get in there… I want you in me…
NOAW!!!” Finally reaching their limit, Shayera moaned and keened like an bird
before she fell forward and pressed down on the man with the weight of her
muscular physique, kissing him on the lips and moaning more deeply, Raul was
caught off guard when she opened her mouth impossibly wide… And wrapped her
lips around his head.
Struggling and protesting, Hawk Girl wasn’t even thinking
when she pulled the man deeper down her gullet, his mass bulging down her neck
and chest while she grabbed at his kicking legs and pulled him in deeper. In
the span of just a few minutes and pushing his feet down her pouting lips,
Shayera fell back spread eagled on the floor with a man sized pot belly,
moaning in satisfaction and burping out loud before falling asleep.