[COM] The Avengers face The Chef

A commission for the ever-patient Eternal Pun.

It seems Tony and Rhodey face a rather unique villain that'll put their armour to the test.

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“You can’t keep eating like that, Tony.”

In the bustling city of New York, high within the Avengers Tower that joined the sleepless city’s skyline. Two men who made part of the Avengers were talking in one of the communal areas of the tower, specifically in the kitchen where one was busy making food whilst the other sat opposite them at the kitchen island.

“Rhodey, it’s just a sandwich. Besides, I get enough grief about my eating habits from Pepper and Steve when I have to work,” Tony Stark, famous inventor and the titular Iron Man said from across the kitchen island where he was working on the sandwich he had been craving. The goateed man was working on his meal as he gave Rhodey a side look, seeing the exasperated look on his friend’s face. “On the topic of work, how come you’re wearing your uniform?”

“Had to go for the meeting with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.N. committee. Finally getting to work to set up a proper task force that the Avengers can work with. It’ll help to alleviate concerns without giving one country too much control or just to look the other way, Ross wasn’t pleased,” Rhodey said, figuring he could take Tony’s attempt to divert the conversation, even if Rhodey knew Tony must have known about the meeting and probably had eyes watching it. Taking a sip from his glass of water, Rhodey looked down at the abomination Tony had been crafting. “Unless you can unhinge your jaw, I don’t think you’ll be able to bite through that,” He said, earning a laugh from his friend as Tony added another layer of cheese and salami. Though Rhodey found he couldn’t look away from the monstrosity of meat and cheese that Tony was crafting.

Even with the knowledge of the hangover monstrosity Tony had made before, none could really compare to what he saw. The sandwich looked like the result of the unholy union between a meal made by Shaggy and Scooby, and the worst cravings a pregnant woman would desire.

“Haha, I’m getting a knife,” Tony said, clapping his hands as he gestured to the abomination of food. The inventor opens one of the closed drawers before bringing up a knife, “Well, it’s more a case of a lot of stuff is about to expire. Steve has gotten a bit on my case about food waste, and since he’s out on his own mission, I gotta clear out most of this stuff. So… want a slice?”

“Tony, I can actually feel my arteries clog just looking at that mess. Besides, I think I should be on standby in case you need resuscitation, or for me to call poison control,” Rhodey chuckled, before Tony could actually dig into the monstrosity of food, the room lit up as an alarm sounded. “Looks like your heart got a break,”

“Haha,” Tony sighed as he and Rhodey left the kitchen, heading to a different room as machines worked to add on their armours, Tony’s forming over his body like liquid whilst the solid pieces of the War Machine Armour were attached around Rhodey. “What’s the problem, Jarvis?”

“Reports of an incident in 35th street, Avengers have been called in due to the nature.” The AI announced, sounding unsure as the two heroes headed out. “Shall I call for the other Avenger members?”

“Doubt it. Me and Rhodey can handle this alone.” Tony said, giving Rhodey a high five before they flew off. 

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“Well, this is something.” 

Tony said aloud as he and Rhodes landed, taking in the sight of the street before them. Scattered across the entire street, which was being cordoned off by police and EMTs, were what seemed to be huge mounds of fat. The shocked look on their fat faces and the scraps of clothing showed this was most likely the effect of some attack. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Rhodes commented, glancing at one of the blobs that were being tended by an EMT. They seemed to be trying to squeeze his gargantuan body out of the cracking and bending phone booth they were stuck in. The War Machine hero sighed in his metal suit, walking past the scene to try and see what was going on. Stepping around a seated blob of a man, Tony glanced around whilst Rhodey approached one of the officers who was helping his co-workers with guiding one of the enormous blobs out of a comparatively narrow alley whilst others were busy speaking to untransformed witnesses.

“What happened here?” Rhodey asked, glancing over the police officer at the swollen blobs that were being guided with the help of emergency service workers.

“Some weird guy was shouting about changing the face of food before. The weird thing is the witnesses going on about how the food seemed to move on its own,” the officer said, looking back as a group of officers helped to get one of the near-immobilised men unstuck. “Sounds like the stuff you guys deal with,”

“Yeah, seems like it,” Rhodey hummed, looking over the unusual sight. He’s used to seeing destruction but this seemingly random chaos proved to be something else entirely. 

“Rhodey, I found something,” Tony’s face called out. The scarlet hero helping a mega-sized blob stand up off his bench-crushing ass. “There’s a trail leading over through the alley. I’m gonna head over.” Iron Man called before flying off towards. Rhodey sighed before following his friend. The two armour-wearing heroes fly around before finding an abandoned street, save for a portly man in a chef uniform straining against his body. “So, take it you’re the cause of all this?”

“Course, I was tired of all those fitness chefs and cooks going on about it. Now I’m making the world a proper feast for all the growing men,” The chef-like man said, laughing almost manically as he smiled at the two armoured heroes before him. 

“… Why is it always the crazies?” Tony said, shaking his head as he raised a hand, both ready to use the blasters, but also to try and calm the crazy man. Before either hero could react though, a lone bang sounded, freezing both men as the armours seemed to shut down. “W-What?” Tony called in the frozen Iron Man suit, looking around the blank space surrounding him. The monitors started up again for him and Rhodey, though the rest of the suits were unable to move.

“Think I wouldn't have prepared for this? A simple EMP to keep you still whilst my pets work,” The self-proclaimed villain called out, smiling widely as he snapped his fingers. The heroes glance in their statue pose before seeing the rush of goo going along the streets towards them, their shock growing when they see the monster-like jello coming to them. Before the men could speak, the jello surrounded their bodies, starting to force into the suits through whatever crack they found. 

“S-Stop this!” Rhodey called out, voice echoing in his suit before the sludge-like slime came into the Helmet. Trying to keep his mouth shut, Rhodey was shocked as the ooze forced into his mouth, sliding down his throat as the soldier could only swallow to keep from choking. Tony was facing a similar predicament as he tried to force the suit to reboot, drinking the sludge. 

“Time to grow and grow boys,” The Chef cackled, watching as his creations worked on fattening up the heroes. Tony’s swelling figure was highlighted as the updated suit adjusted to his form, expanding with the growing billionaire. Rhodey was breathing deeply, flushed as his body was practically crushed within the war machine suit, the metal creaking as he packed on the pounds. “Grow more and more,”

Rhodey groaned again, the bloating hero trying to bring his hands down near the abdominal section of his suit. He was shaking hard. The creaking suit couldn’t keep together any longer as the metal sections began to pop off. The front section of his armour burst off with an almighty snap, and the pieces of the armour scattered all over the floor and into the sentient food. Though his flushed face was still concealed by the helmet, bloated cheeks pressing into the helmet, Rhodey’s swollen moobs and fat rolls bouncing from being freed, sagging gut dropping down with the suit Rhodey had been wearing tearing against the swelling man. His incredibly large and clearly overfed paunch sagged far out of his armour and over his waistline. The fattening soldier groaned as he kept bloating up, unable to stop gorging on the slime forced into his mouth as he was exposed, clearly passing the 500-pound mark. 

Tony wasn’t doing any better, though his clothing was shredding, the nanobot armour was working overtime to keep Tony covered as he kept growing more and more. The growing billionaire couldn’t help but moan, feeling the odd pleasure of his growing body being contained. The blubber shook as he swelled more and more. The two heroes' growth was picking up as their inflating stomachs took in more and more, though the main site of growth were Tony and Rhodey’s inflating asses and thighs, the thickening limbs filling out more and more. Their swelling asses were more than big enough to crush most loveseats, Rhodey’s exposed ass wobbling more freely as his suit pants tore apart, leaving Rhodey in but a pair of overstretched boxers that were closer to briefs with how much he had grown. The two men’s fattening bodies grew larger and larger, passing the size of the trail of victims they passed by. 

“Well, I didn’t expect Stark’s suit to keep up, though there is something about jiggly metal that is so intoxicating,” The Chef said with perverse glee as he approached the growing Iron Man hero. His hands felt the metal plates that shifted and jiggled with the growing billionaire’s bulk as he grew with every gulp of food forced into his mouth by the sentient food. Tony tried to keep from moaning as his growing fat rolls were groped by the clearly deranged villain, he felt the Chef’s fingers through the steadily thinning layer of armour. The Nanites struggled to replicate faster than Stark’s growing bulk, the Iron Man suit hugged his fat in a way that made the inventor’s buried cock twitch and throb from within the swelling fat pad. The diabolical villain’s appraisal of the swelling scarlet hero’s massive rear, giving the car-crushing cheeks a shake, was interrupted as a thud sounded drawing the Chef and Tony’s attention. 

The two saw that without the armour helping support his massive form, Rhodey had fallen backwards onto the ground. The swollen army man was bare as his clothing was practically all gone. His impressive suit and army clothing had been left as mere scraps, clinging to his growing fat rolls. All Rhodey had was a tank top struggling against his broadening shoulders, drooping moobs, and his boxers. Though the fabric was by some miracle surviving, it was stretched out against the globular ass cheeks, riding up the old redwood thick thighs as it did look like the growing man was clad in both a tight speedo. Rhodey’s fat face finally burst the constricting helmet of the war machine armour, allowing the blubber man to breathe more easily and for the torrent of food to force into him more, growing larger and larger as he spread out more.

“My my, Just lovely growth there,” The Chef cooed, giving Tony’s burgeoning back rolls a stroke before approaching the swelling Rhodey. The villain groped the exposed man’s dark flab, fingers getting into deep folds under bulging fat. “Seems you’re really packing it on,” The Chef praised, raising both hands before slapping Rhodey’s huge ass cheeks. The wobbling fat jiggled widely as the growing army man moaned, though his blushing from the stuffing grew as a rumbling fart erupted from the growing man.

”Seems the growth has some additional effects,” The chef chuckled, breathing in the slight rank gas that erupted out of the growing Rhodey. The blubber soldier blushing deeply, even as he was sure his swollen and erect cock was leaking into his rolling hill of a gut. Tony himself groaned within his creaking armour as the mechanical suit whilst growing with him, as starting to break in certain patches, letting sweaty fat rolls pop out into the air. The gorging men panting, gulping air and letting out low guttural belches as the flow of food began to decrease before dying off. 

‘Thank Go-URRRRRRRRRRPPPP!” Tony said, his mouth free for a second before the deep belch forced out of him. The armour on his face breaking off both from the strain of his fattening face, but also from the almost hurricane force belch that came out of him. Tony’s fat face was exposed, his huge cheeks bulging over the remaining plates as his goatee framed lips slightly pouted with the amount of fat stuffed into him. 

“Oh, seems you boys finished off the first course,” 

“The- URRRP - First … course?” Rhodey said, panting a bit as he tried to adjust to his immense body. He brought up his fat hands to rub his stuffed gut. Despite the forced stuffing and growth, Rhodey’s belly was not taut, but gave no resistance when the soldier brought his hands down, forcing another deep belch out of him. 

“Of course, do you really think this is over? You two will be my grand creations. I have plans for all of New York to see the fruits of my work,” The Chef said, A twisted smile stretching over his face, “Especially when you two will be seen by the whole size, even the world as those fat asses knock over the buildings.”

“H-Hold… on…” Rhodey groaned, trying to shift his massive body to stand up. His body wobbled about with every movement he made as he struggled to get onto his feet.

“Can’t have you… URRRRRPPPPP… Do that,” Tony huffed out, grunting before trying to force his bulbous body to move. The Ironman suit creaked audibly as his heavy limbs shifted and tried to move. The massive inventor huffed as he tried to get his heavy legs to move against his wobbling gut, more and more of the nanite suit snapping apart as heavy fat rolls pushed through. 

“Oh, rest my blubber balls, we can’t have you burning any of that hard earned fat. Might need to make a new-” The Chef’s teasing had come to an abrupt end as the portly villain’s body suddenly spasmed as if he was shocked. The spasms end as the fattening chef collapsed face first to the ground, a mechanical arrow sticking out right between his shoulder blades. The two huge blubber packed heroes watched as Hawkeye approached them.

“Damn, you guys should probably cut back on the snacks,” Clint said, trying to break the clearly shocked mood with a quip as he walked up to his teammates, though the archer noticed how as he got to the blubber packed men, how Tony who he stood taller than not yesterday was easily head and shoulders taller than the archer. 

“Hopefully S.H.I.E.L.D can.. urrrpp… fix this,” Tony groaned as he looked down at himself, groaning at the tight feeling of his suit before the confining feel across his stomach was relieved as the nanite suit broke open, letting the rounding gut spill out and wobble, the scraps of Tony’s clothing fluttering out as the massive orb of fat was exposed.

“And… soon,” Rhodes huffed, grunting himself as he and Clint worked to get the immense soldier back onto his feet. Struggling against the almost literal mountain sized man.

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“You ready, Steve?” Tony said, cocking his wide head, waddling his huge body into the comparatively tiny room. Approaching the king-size bed that a nude Steve sat on, Tony briefly wondered if his huge ass alone was wider than the bed.

 And how that thought did rather perk his arousal. 

“Course, I’m sure I can handle it,” Steve said, though his eyes never left the swaying of Tony’s low-hanging belly. The immense armour-clad hero only smirked before he turned his immense body around with deep steps that shook the ground. Now facing his wide ass in front of Steve, the super-soldier saw the gigantic ass cheeks, seeing them sway from the movement, slight sweat drops clinging to the wisp of body hair. Stunned and aroused by the sight, Steve almost didn’t notice how the immense ass was closing into him.

Before he could do anything, the huge man let out a grunt before hopping back onto the bed causing the mattress and bedframe to audibly creak and making Steve gasp with the sudden weight being thrusted on top of his lap. The wobbling mass pushed his torso back as it spread over him. Though Steve was more than strong enough to push off the immense blob Tony had become, he instead let himself be covered in the warm blubber that surrounded him.

“Jesus, Tony,” Steve gasped out, putting his hands up and trying to push the immense ass on top of him, his hands only sinking into the jiggling mass of ass cheeks. Giving the swollen spheres of fat a squeeze and earning a deep moan from the enlarged inventor. Softness weighed upon Steve as he breathed in the slight musk coming off his immense lover. Then, Tony’s heaviness was emphasised, the bedsprings slowly creaking as more and more weight pushed Steve down into the mattress. The strong frame and foam struggled to hold its shape as Tony pushed down more of his gigantic size.

Then, all at once, Tony let the tension in his thighs go out, and his ass dropped onto the bed. 

“Hmp,” he grunted, shifting his hips atop Steve’s solid frame, each movement causing another creak of the supposed reinforced bed and another satisfied groan from the First Avenger whose cock was now squashed somewhere in the depths of Tony’s bean bag-sized cheeks. “Hope you’re ready for more Steve,” Tony moaned out, the swollen man shifting his body as he brought one hand to his chest, squeezing his bra-destroying moobs as the other groped his belly.

The bed-creaking, Steve-crushing lap dance was quite literal in the lap department. Tony’s ass produced a thunderclap of flesh-on-flesh contact each time. Both cheeks swallowed Steve’s crotch, stomach, and thighs simultaneously. The blonde hero lost in ecstasy, relishing the feel of the immense weight on top of him

All of that rippling weight made him lay back on the bed, clutching handfuls of bedsheet while biting his lip to fight back a moan, Steve wasn’t sure if his fingers actually tore into the mattress or not.

And each bounce made him gasp beneath his boyfriend’s heavyweight body. Steve’s tongue lolled, eyes clenched shut. He was edging himself the best he could, resisting the urge to blow his load. He knew he and Tony could go for many rounds together before, but Steve wanted this to last longer.

Tony stood up and smirked over his shoulder, giving Steve a brief respite as the super-soldier took deep breaths.“And we’ve said you have America’s ass,” he boasted, smashing his hands against his cheeks and squashing them together. “Hope you’re ready for the grand slam,” Tony said, grunting as he braced his oak-thick thighs before leaping his huge body up and practically eclipsing Steve.

Steve knew the finishing move well. Tony had done it on days when he wasn’t exhausted and wanted to push Steve’s stamina. This, however, was more a meteor of an ass crashing into Steve, plunging down with more than enough power to cause the super-soldier to let out a deep moan. The sound was drowned out as the bed’s legs snapped apart, the reinforced frame cracking under the combined weight of the lovers. The drop gave Tony’s final hip bounce that extra oomph it needed to push Steve’s arousal to the breaking point of climax. 

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“Tony, you’re still eating?”

“Well, not like I’m getting smaller anytime soon,” Tony said with a chuckle from the couch he was on. His fat ass spread over the struggling furniture, the huge inventor clad in not but a jockstrap and tank top. His fat moobs spilling out of the arm holes of the bra-like top. Tony’s hairy belly spread out as a plate filled with food rested on it like the mass was a table. The immense inventor heaved a belch between bites of his meal. “Besides, not like you’ve been slimming either,” 

Rhodey himself sighed as he waddled closer from the elevator. Whilst Tony had decided to show off his massive body, the army man was clad in a tight and blown-up version of his military suit. The garments had clearly been tailored and expanded from the obvious stitch lines and straining seams. “Okay, I'll give you that. Doesn’t help no matter what we can’t shed a pound,” The massive man said, waddling towards one of the loveseats and sitting down. His huge ass cheeks spread out and practically smothered the chair. Once seated and letting out a breath, Rhodey winced as his suit began to tear. Seams shredded along his massive ass and thighs whilst his shirt buttons popped off, letting his dark hairy belly spread more.

“Hmm, on the plus side, we can keep growing and not worry about any health effects,” Tony said, smirk on his face as he worked to stuff a footlong sandwich into his mouth, the mass of meat and bread filling in as the huge inventor practically deep throated it. The huge inventor barely held back an almost sensual moan as he stuffed himself. One hand forcing the food into his mouth as the other was groping his swollen basketball sized moob. Getting the sandwich into him, Tony’s already rounded cheeks swelling out more before he swallowed down the impressive meal. Patting his gut proudly before heaving out a deep belch that rattled the reinforced windows. 

“Jesus Tony, at least try to restrain yourself. Can’t imagine Steve is that thrilled watching you make a hog of yourself,” Rhodey said, fanning his face at the booming belch his friend let out, even as his own grumbling gut made him crave such a meal too.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Turns out, Steve really likes the new bigger me,” Tony said, satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he lifted his arms into a flex, the flabby bingo wing biceps jiggling from the movement. “Especially when I bury him under all this,”

“Okay, okay. Didn’t need to know that,” Rhodey shook his head, not really paying attention to his hands rubbing the exposed portions of his massive gut, nor how his long buried cock was pressing into his underbelly as he thought of eating and pinning his own boyfriend under himself. Before the two bloated whales of men could comment more, or even consider ordering more food to eat, the Avengers Alarm blared across the room. 

“What’s happening, Jarvis?” Tony called as he and Rhodey worked to stand up from their seats, the two working a sweat as they got their titanic forms into a standing form. Standing tall as their bodies wobbled, a panel on the floor opened up as two streams of what looked like Liquid Metal flowed out towards the men. 

“It would seem that Paul Andeirs, alias ‘The Chef’, has escaped custody earlier today,” Jarvis’ voice echoed slightly as the two armour suits formed around the blubber packed men. Fitting around as the signature Iron-Man and War-Machine took up the space, the two men hearing Jarvis’ voice through their headsets as the H.U.D. Lit up for them.

“Do they know ho-“ Rhodey began to ask for details, only to stop mid sentence as the screen showed a recording of the detention centre The Chef had been placed in till he could stand for trial. The place now filled with massive blubber packed men, some rivalling Tony and Rhodey in mass with one wall broken open as a literal wave of belly fat spilled through. “Well… nevermind.”

“Any known locations he could be heading to?” Tony asked, feeling his body wobble gently as the suits' engines worked to lift the two men up and out as the windows of the tower opened to let the immense men out. The near constant jiggling of his body sending a shiver down Tony, his cock twitching from the incessant stimulation. 

“A street camera spotted him entering a warehouse by the harbour. Records show that the building had been condemned. Police and S.H.I.E.L.D are enroute,” Jarvis relayed to the men. The two flying through the New York skyline, many residents catching sight of the larger than life heroes and taking photos. Many posted with the hashtag ‘IronBlimp’ since the news had broken of the two heroes' sudden growth. Particularly after one day when some paparazzi photos leaked Tony gorging at a private restaurant. Flying through the city, the two large heroes made it to the harbour and spotted the warehouse, crashing through the roof and landing onto the ground, their armour clad bodies wobbling before the two men stood and looked around. 

“Where are you?” Rhodey called out, the Gatling gun on his swollen shoulder swivelling a bit as the War Machine suit scanned for threats. The heroes tried to figure out what the villain was doing. Before they could search further in the immense warehouse that was more in size of an airline hanger, the H.U.D.s suddenly filled with static. Tony and Rhodey blinked at the sudden change as their helmets opened up to expose their fat faces.

“Shit! Again?” Tony cursed as he tried to move, feeling his armour stiffen, whilst he could move, it was limiting both from his weight and the mechanism not working as well. The two heroes groaned as they heard the familiar voice of the villain, though somewhat relieved when it was tinged with a static from a speaker.

“Ah, my favourite patrons. I see you’ve been enjoying the fruit of my work,” The Chef called, voice echoing around with the heroes unable to find a direct source. “Like all great artists, my time incarcerated has only allowed me to improve my craft. The guards and my fellow inmates made great taste testers for my latest dish,”

Tony and Rhodey groaned, trying to move their immense bodies when a loud machinery sounded out in the warehouse. Glancing their fat faces up, the two armour clad heroes watched as two mechanical pipes descended from the ceiling of the warehouse. The pipes moved like tentacles as they moved towards the heroes, striking into their mouths. 

“Enjoy your meals,” The Chef called out before the two heroes felt the high pressure of whatever mixture was forced into them. Although Tony and Rhodey initially tried to lift their hands to their faces to yank off the hoses, the euphoric taste made the men pause in their struggles. Deep moans came out of them as they chugged down, trying to keep from drowning on the mixture. Each gulp saw their already bloated forms bulge more and more, swelling outwards as the fattening food grew them out. The powered down nanites that made up their armours worked on keeping the blubbering heroes covered. Metal seemed to stretch over their bulking and growing forms. Their widening asses swelled, growing to a point that two men could easily cover the length of a decent sized car, each huge ass cheek a wobbling boulder. Tony groaned deeply, his gloved hands reaching to grope his bulging chest, each rolling moob growing as the metal shifted under his touch. Rhodey too was lost in his own over-stimulated arousal as the just too tight armour tried to contain his growing and bulging body.

The tree trunk's thick legs couldn’t keep supporting the blobbening heroes, even with their armour trying to keep them up, and the two behemoths fell backwards on their immense asses. The concrete floor cracking under the earth shaking thuds. Their blubbery bodies pushed the suits even more to their limits as seams in the armours began to split, letting the two heroes’ fat rolls force out and spread out. Though the intelligent heroes couldn’t care of their losing mobility, gorging themselves more and more as they grew out.

“Keep going boys, barely halfway through the first keg… and we still got seven more kegs,” The Chef called out, smiling from where he watched the blubber bulging heroes grow and swell. Letting his hands wander down his crotch as the massive blobs swelled across the warehouse, already picturing the fate of the other Avengers in his mind.

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“Holy shit.”

Steve cursed as he and the other Avengers looked out from the quinjet, taking in the site where the warehouse Tony and Rhodey had disappeared to.

Or rather, the site where Tony and Rhodey were spreading out from.

“And I thought Stark was fat before,” Clint said, a poor attempt at a joke as they gazed on, watching as one of the fat blobs that was Rhodey knocked over another building with not but the slowly advancing tsunami of fat that grew from him. 

Taking up the now evacuated and decimated warehouse district were two massive flesh coloured blobs that the heroes were informed were their armoured colleagues. Closer to the harbour was Rhodey, his dark blubber cracking the bank of the harbour as the rolling mountain of a belly spilled into the cool water, deep rumbling shaking the mass and causing waves that threatened to knock over any tanker. The huge ass cheeks reached up higher than most buildings and pressed up against the pale mass that was Tony’s own ass. The immense inventor’s whale-like form stretched further into the city, knocking over more buildings as emergency services worked to evacuate more and more. The Avengers’ flying over to where the immense blobby heroes’ heads would be, seeing the effects of the serum not only growing Tony and Rhodey to immobile blob sizes, but seemed to share an effect like Pymm particles as the giant faces of their colleagues rested between car sized cheeks and neck rolls larger than most working roads.

The quinjets that buzzed around the mountainous heroes suddenly lurched as the immense blobs let out hurricane force belches and farts, the eruption of gas shaking the city as another surge in size took the gigantic blobs.

“I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. cut off the serum supply?” Steve said, trying to hide his arousal from the team as tore his glance from the immense chest Tony now possessed, the bloated sacks of fat larger than Steve’s apartment and making the supersoldier wonder how it’d feel to be under their swollen rolls.

“They did, just have to wait for their bodies to finish processing the mixture they’ve gorged on,” Bruce said, gripping onto a rail as he looked over a monitor, sighing as he read what the S.H.I.E.L.D. research has been sent so far. “And judging by how much they’ve ingested. They’ve got a few more city blocks left in them,”

“Hey Steve…” The deep base of Tony’s voice shook the quinjet and almost caused Steve to tear off his suit from his gigantic lover’s tone. “Think can get me and Rhodes some foo- UUURRRRRPPPPPPPP!” The inventor began to say, huffing before a booming belch forced out of him, leading to another surge in fat.