Slobna's Sabotage (WIP Preview)

WARNING THIS PREVIEW AND THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Female Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) and IQ Loss

   The usual high spirit that inhabited the Hall of Heroines was nowhere to be seen as Mind Madame took her place at the meeting table. Flourishing her black mantle, she allowed her fingers to slide across her bald head to trace the blue markings around her cranium. Completing her relaxation ritual, the super heroine turned to address the few members of her team that she had remaining.

   Immediate attention was drawn to the behemoth of red-skinned muscle that was Devil Diva. The gargantuan woman stood out further with her pure black eyes and the pair of curved horns sticking out from her buzzcut, black hair. Though her aggressive demeanor was a given considering her demonic heritage, she still managed to channel her rage for the forces of good.

   The flapping of feathers turned Madame’s gaze towards a woman covered from head to toe in armor. Continuing to ruffle the wings upon her back, the Avian Avenger dispersed her nerves by tapping her fingers against the desk and adjusting the Spartan-like helmet on her head. Momentarily glancing at the blade at the bird woman’s side that had brought countless victories, Madame breathed easy knowing that the warrior woman was still on her side.

   Between the more intimidating heroines sat a much tinier woman with a long ponytail of blonde hair. Though her attire looked be one of an ace chef, that was merely one facet of Kitacha. While the others had their own way of keeping their nerves at bay, the unassuming women let her well-trained fingers effortlessly juggle a set of kitchen knives. Having fought alongside her long enough to know of the prowess of Kitacha’s abilities in combat and creating healing meals, Madame managed to put her mind at ease as she addressed what remained of the League of Heroines.

   “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Mind Madame began.

   “Not like I was doing much else,” Devil Diva commented. “Most of the bad guys have gone over to that gassy fat ass. It’s no fun punching bad guys that are covered in so much blubber. Not to mention the smell.”

   “Hmph,” Avian Avenger said, tilting her head up. “It is not about how it feels to fight your opponent. It is about the glory of battling for the sake of truth and justice.”

   “Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard that same spiel hundreds of times before,” Kitacha said. “Problem is that those kinds of tactics have led to us being down two members.”

   Madame’s expression grew dour. “I’m afraid we are now missing three.”

   The other women looked around the room, all at once realizing that there was one less person at the table.

   “Dammit,” Diva said, slamming her fists against the table. “Who did we lose this time?”

   “We all know Fabulass was lured into a trap over some stupid perfume,” Avian spoke. “And the less said about the traitor the better.”

   Madame momentarily glared at Avian, only to keep herself calm with a single glance at the empty chair at her side.

   “I think we all know who that leaves,” Kitacha spoke. “However, we’re not entirely sure how it happened. Silicon Maiden is too smart to fall for a similar trap to the one that ensnared Fabulass.”

   “Unfortunately, that is far from the truth,” Madame said, tapping a button on the table to turn on the big viewing screen on the wall.

   The scene portrayed through the footage was of Silicone Maiden entering her research lab. Her identity was immediately confirmed by the set of headphones hung around her neck and the silver colored hair that reached just below her neck. Though she wasn’t the flashiest of heroes with her standard blue jumpsuit, she had apparently gained an admirer.

   “What the hell?” Diva asked, as she and the others watched an obese woman waddle their way onto the screen.

   “Why would Silicone allow one of the enemy combatants into her base of operations?” Avian asked.

   “Because it’s what she likes,” Madame commented as the fat woman embraced Silicone in a hug. “This is just one of many secret rendezvous she’s had with larger women to sate her desires. She’s been rather careful to do background checks to ensure they weren’t working with Slobna, but she must have been getting desperate. With the loss of Fabulass, I have to assume she was looking for the first person that could help her relieve her stress. Which is what led to this.” Pressing another button on the table, Madame turned on the audio to the camera feed.

   “This is so nice,” Silicone said as she nuzzled her face between her partner’s cleavage. “You’re just what I need to take the edge off. Let me slip out of this stuffy uniform and I can show you some of the ‘toys’ I have in my bedroom.”

   Silicone tried to slip out of the woman’s grasp, only to be further trapped by the blubbery arms.

   “Okay, you can let me go now,” Silicone said as she started to wriggle. “Can’t really get the fun started if I don’t get the-“

   Silicone winced as her one night stand unleashed a gnarly belch in her face.

   “Ugh, what was that for? That almost smells like…”

   The disgust on Silicone’s face was replaced with abject horror. Though she tried to struggle, her limp limbs were more suited to designing tech rather than a fist fight. Eyes glancing over at the metal suit of power armor that had won her so many fights, she managed to free one arm to reach towards it. Slapping Silicone’s hand back down with her own heavy limb, the fat woman grinned with a stupid smile as an ominous groaning sound emanated through the room.

   “Cut off the feed!” Kitacha shouted. “No need for us to see this disgusting process.”

   “No, we must watch,” Madame continued. “With her last bit of consciousness she managed to order her computer to send this footage to our system. There must be something she wants us to-“

   Madame was drowned out by the sound of a boisterous BRRAAAAAPPPP echoing from the screen. The sound came with a rumbling sensation that spread through Silicone’s captor and spread through her lithe body. Her face crinkled up, no doubt in a reaction to the awful smell that permeated the air. However, her disgust lessened as the tainted air seeped into her body. The look of fear on Silicone’s face gradually was overtaken with an idiotic grin as drool began to leak out the sides of her mouth.

   Silicone’s captor was forced to release her from her hold as the once skinny woman began to bloat up with fat. Stepping back from the growing girl, the obese woman clapped her hands together as she watched Silicone’s belly bulge out to stretch the confines of her jumpsuit. The addition of a set of heavy mammaries and equally enormous ass cheeks spelled the end for the skin tight attire. Bursting out of the fabric with her hundreds of pounds of flesh, Silicone relished in her form as she stomped her bulky legs against the ground.

   The constant shaking of her blubbery body inevitably led to Silicone producing a guttural belch of her own. Deeply inhaling her own stench, she grabbed hold of her gut and shook it around to further irritate her digestive tract. Her reward for the act was releasing a prolonged PHHHHRRRRRTTTT from her rear that sent ripples through her cellulite-speckled flesh and left her rolling around in laugher. Her constant giggling was only put on hold once the woman that had corrupted her embraced her in a hug to revel in one another’s foul air. Before things could get too graphic the camera feed mercifully cut off.

   “Dammit,” Diva said, slamming her fists hard enough that a massive cracked formed on the table. “It was one thing losing that airheaded bimbo, but that nerd was one of our only chances of fighting against Slobna’s disgusting gas.”

   “I do not understand,” Avian commented. “Why would she want to show us this horrifying scene?”

   “Perhaps to show us that Slobna’s formula is growing in power,” Madame answered. “By the looks of it, the speed of the corruption has increased threefold.”

   “So,” Kitacha began, garnering the other’s attention by stabbing a knife into the table, “what do we do now.”

   “I say we charge into Slobna’s lair with a glorious rescue of our comrades,” Avian suggested.

   “Hell yeah!” Diva exclaimed, pumping her fists. “That’s what I’m talking about. We’ll show those slobs not to mess with us.”

   Madame shook her head. “That is practically suicide. I want to recuse our comrades just as much as you do but rushing in recklessly isn’t going to help us.”

   “Yes, but it would help me quite a BWOOOORRRRPPP lot.”

   The familiar rude expulsion got the women swiveling their heads back and forth in search of any possible intruders. Their attention was directed back to the screen by the sound of a rippling fart echoing through the speakers. Looming over them on the monitor was the very chubby face of the nefarious Slobna, grinning ear to ear as she looked over the heroines.