Susan Richards had always taken good care of her body and though she tried to be tolerant, she often ended-up looking down her nose at fat people. She spend a lot of effort dieting, eating right, exercising, doing all the things she was supposed to do.
Fat people always seemed so self-indulgent to her, not caring about the consequences of their actions, but just indulging themselves at the moment. Lazy and gluttonous with no care about anything else.
"Herbie, get me another steak! And a bottle of wine!"
"Yes, Mrs. Richards."
Susan lounged on the sofa, watching television. The other Fantastic Four weren't around, it was just her and the robots.
She knew she should do something about her size, her new massive body, huge tits and belly, but... she'd do that later. She had plenty of time.
Right now she was hungry.
"Herbie!"
"Coming, Mrs."
Susan shifted on the couch as she took a big bite of her steak. She felt empty. Both in her stomach and between her legs. God, a cock would feel really good right about now.
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Among Storm's tribe, a large woman had often been envisioned as grand and queenly. Their mother goddess was depicted with a huge stomach and breasts, not unlike the Venus of Wallendorf, and Storm had often seen people place numerous gifts as offering to the
massive statues as they placed garlands of flowers around the statue's fat neck.
Storm rubbed her impressive black belly and imagined people rubbing her with oil, feeding her, shading her with large fronds, giving her offerings, giving her pleasure.
Treating her like a queen... a goddess.
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