Issue 21: Reprisal“I don't stop eating when I'm full. The meal isn't over when I'm full. It's over when I hate myself.”
-Louis C. K.
"Alright, on the count of three say 'third degree felony!'" Spider-Woman instructed, squishing her wide and plush body in close to a webbed up purse snatcher while hanging upside down. In her extended hand was her cell phone with the camera function on. The mugger thrashed around in vain, firmly webbed in place above the alley entrance. "One, two, three!" she counted before snapping the picture. "Nice. That's going on my Tumblr. Later, jerk!"
Gwen fired a web and swung out into the street, tossing the purse to its original owner with a wave. She couldn't hear any response, be it gratitude or accusations of being a menace; she didn't care either way. She was just in a good mood today, as everythi
Issue 20: Embiggen!“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.”
"Stop staring at my ass," Spider-Woman chastised her web clad boyfriend as they had lunch together on a nearby roof. She took a bite of her hotdog gently, so as not to drip any condiments on her costume. "I already feel like a bloated pig today without your staring confirming it."
"You should take it as a compliment, because that half of the meaning behind my staring," Spider-Man said, giving the plump heroine's expanded hip a poke. Gwen swatted at his hand like it was an actual spider.
"And what's the other half?" she asked with genuine curiosity.
"Lust," was his matter-of-fact reply before Peter took another bite of his own lunch.
"Why am I not surprised? You're such a basic crea
Issue 19: Devil's Playground“I'm not hungry. But, I am bored. Therefore, I shall eat.”
Spider-Woman sat perched on a rooftop edge, listening to indie rock on her ear buds. Rhythmically she patted and slapped her ample thighs as if they were drums, sending a ripple through her padded frame. She was completely and utterly bored tonight. For once, it seemed like everyone in the city had decided to behave themselves. She hadn't encountered so much as a jaywalker on her nightly patrol.
Finishing her thunderous thigh drum solo, she fished her phone out and dialed Spider-Man. "C'mon, pick up. Save me from myself," Gwen muttered as it continued to ring. With a click it went to Peter voice mail, prompting a curse from Gwen's lips. She waited for the beep before leaving a message. "Hey Pete, is anything going on around town?
Issue 18: Family Frenemies“I spent my whole single life trying to be thin just to find someone who’d love me once I got fat.”
“What do you mean you’re refusing me service? What’d I ever do to you?” Spider-Woman griped to the street vendor she hung upside down in front of.
“You masks are bad for business. I ain’t serving any of yah here at my dog stand, especially you.” He stood cross armed and smug, mean mugging the porcine heroine.
“How am I bad for business? My money is as good as anyone else’s!” Gwen was truly annoyed. She had skipped lunch at work because she was
Issue 17: Gruesome vs. Twosome“I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size zero.”
“Life is completely good, finally!” Gwen shouted at the top of her lungs mid flip, flying high above Times Square on patrol. She had a great job, a boyfriend, a few friends, and a few less people who shout mean things about wearing her costume with her waistline. To top it all off, she finally was feeling like she had the hang of this whole superhero business. Stopping crime, keeping property damage down, all that jazz was just coming naturally now.
While she was not as fast around New York as Peter, she was no slouch when it came to traveling distance around the city. She had become more proficient with her webshooters thanks to practic
Issue 16: Night on the Town “I love eating. I mean, I really, really love eating.”
The pen in Gwen’s hand scribbled on the nearby notepad as her eyes were glued on the microscope, observing her work near the end of her shift. Hefting her giant tuchas up and putting the cultures away, she sighed and leaned against the storage unit. She was thrilled to finally have a job, not to mention a good one. But she felt like she was falling into a routine. Peter was busy with his job and both of them spent most of their evenings on patrol. She needed something to mix things up, and she had no idea what.
“I’m heading out, Doctor Zimmer. Reports are uploaded on the RAID and cultures stored. I’ll see you on M
Issue 15: Reconvening Ruckus“People have got to learn: if they don’t have cookies in the cookie jar, they can’t eat cookies.”
Gwen looked down at the street below, perched on a nearby wall. The restaurant was surrounded by police, them all creating a perimeter but not moving in. Spotting a silver haired man with a badge and not a uniform Gwen assumed they were higher up the food chain and swung down, dropping into view upside down on a webline.
“What’ve we got, detective?” Gwen tilted her head. “Sorry, always wanted to say that.”
“And me without my can of Raid. Haven’t you costume types caused me e
Issue 14: Locusts“Eating something fresh out of the oven is like a hug you can taste.”
All four of them just sat in the diner’s corner booth, staring at Beetle as she continued to shoved food into her hungry mouth. They’re general attitudes ranged from concern to disgust; Shocker and Overdrive concerned, Boomerang and Speed Demon disgusted. Over the past several weeks they had watched as their teammate had basically eaten everything within reach and ballooned to very large proportions.
Janice reached for another slice of chocolate pie and dug in with aggressive gusto. Her very prominent belly was wedged against the table, engulfing it by a few inches. She had begun to resemble an actual beetle, her body becoming more and
Issue 13: Of Ants and Gwen“When someone asks if you’d like cake or pie, why not say you want cake and pie?”
“Great. See you Saturday, Aunt May.” Peter hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom where Gwen was preparing for her first day of work. She was looking at herself in the mirror, wearing a white lab coat with the AccuTech logo on the front. “So you going for the sexy scientist look?”
“I think I look like an umbrella with these hips,” Gwen griped. “Oh well, maybe I can invent a fat person lab coat with integrated Stark tech or some nonsense.”
“Go for it, world needs more big female
Issue 12: Prowling for Opportunity“The most romantic thing you can ever do is buy me food.”
Gwen slid a pantsuit skirt up and over her two massive mounds as she got ready for a job interview. She was thrilled someone called her back, more so that it wasn’t a coffee house. Inhaling a bit, she zipped the skirt up and buttoned it closed. She was happy that it was far closer to fitting than it was a week ago, having worked her way down to 450 despite Aunt May’s constant sabotage. Looking over her shoulder at the mirror, she let out a grumble.
“Rrrrgh. I look like I’m smuggling two beach balls. Still, nice to be able to move again.” Gwen decided the glass was half full and completed her task of wrapping her plump
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