B J Jones the Story of My Life Book 2Chapter 163
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This is just a quickie that I wrote for my own amusement. I was in a
somewhat odd mood when writing this one.
Heavyweight
By Morpheus
I leaned back in my chair, taking a good long look at my computer monitor
before announcing, "Work sucks and the company stinks." Of course I paid
little attention to the fact that I was telecommuting as always and that the
only person around was myself.
Sometimes I did miss the old water cooler conversations, though certainly
not enough to give up being able to work at home. There were so many
advantages to it that I couldn't count them all. Being able to listen to
simultaneously listen to the radio and watch TV for one.
My name is John Bastion, a rather mild manner software engineer of 28 years
old. At the moment, I lacked a girlfriend or even any real potentials.
Being able to work at home did have the drawback of limiting some of my
possible social contacts.
Just then an announcement came over the police radio, making me bolt
upright.
"Bank robbery in progress..." the report went on, revealing the location to
be just several blocks from my apartment.
"Good God," I exclaimed, excitedly jumping to my feet and running to the
kitchen. "The cops need help."
And with that, I threw open my cupboard and tossed aside the box of
Shredded Wheat, revealing the much smaller square box that was hidden behind
it. I smiled as I pulled the square box out of it's hiding place and
carefully set it on the counter, staring at it for a moment with a faint
smile.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the small square box, revealing the
contents in all of its glory. A single chocolate donut with sprinkles on
it. A magic donut, and a delicious one at that.
I hesitated for only a moment before taking the donut out, holding it in my
hand and remembering the day that it had been given to me by a retiring
circus fat lady, who'd told me that it had been given to her many years
earlier by a strange gypsy man.
"This looks like a job for..." I gave a dramatic pause, "Dum dum dum..."
Then I took a large bite from the pastry, "Yum..."
Suddenly a large shudder shot through my entire body, centering on my gut.
However, it wasn't painful at all, but sort of warm and pleasant instead.
And just then, I felt my belt beginning to pinch badly.
"Oh shit," I muttered, realizing that I'd forgotten to get
undressed... again. I quickly struggled to get my belt buckle undone in
time.
With another shudder, my stomach expanded, beginning to hang over my belt.
My pants and shirt were both getting rather tight on me and I knew that it
would only get worse. A single glance at my arms revealed that they too
were starting to get fatter. Still, I took another bite from the donut,
then wolfed the rest of the thing down.
"Oh SHIT," I gasped as my pants and shirt both simultaneously tore open,
revealing twice as much flesh as I possessed mere minutes earlier.
However, it did not stop. With another shudder, my body expanded again,
this time my chest did so very noticeably. At the moment, I was definitely
very overweight and getting even more so with every passing second.
However, my getting fatter was not the only change that was occurring in my
body, as I well knew. I could already feel my crotch beginning to change,
to pull inward as the rest of my body pushed outward.
I let out a moan of pleasure as I suddenly expanded again, tearing out of
what had been left of my clothes, leaving me standing there completely
naked. My whole body was already huge, with my chest pushing out into two
fleshy lumps the size of volley balls. They were already a pair of massive
mammaries... woman's breasts.
I cupped my boobs with a pair of large and fat hands, gasping as another
wave ran through me and I expanded yet more. Then one of my hands reached
between my legs, feeling what had been male genitals just a minute earlier
but no longer fit that description at all. I was physically now a woman. A
very massive woman, but a woman nonetheless.
Just then, a final wave of expansion hit me, ending with a tingle all over
my skin. As I watched, my whole body was suddenly covered with a single
piece red and white spandex suit, looking ghastly upon my extremely
oversized body.
With a smile, I turned to the mirror that I kept in the kitchen, seeing the
huge woman that looked back. I was the same height as I was before, but at
least 4 times the mass. I had shoulder length brown hair, and an extremely
chubby face. I didn't just have double chin, I had a full six pack.
"This looks like a job for..." I repeated again, this time in a low
rumbling woman's voice, "Heavyweight."
I gave a dramatic pose that looked less than impressive coming from my
massive and unheroic body. Then I went and squeezed out of the large back
door that I'd installed, into the alley behind my apartment. And a moment
later, I was running down the alley with a speed and grace that would
normally be completely impossible for someone of my size.
A minute later, I stopped across from the bank, staring at the 7 heavily
armed robbers wearing ski masks. They were firing at the single patrol car
and 2 police who were clearly outgunned and outnumbered.
However, before I could do anything, I felt a rumble from my stomach and
grimaced, feeling hungry enough to eat a horse. Eating the magic donut gave
me incredible powers, but a side effect of that was that I was almost
constantly hungry. Still, as hard as it was, I knew that food would have to
wait.
"STOP!" I yelled out at the robbers, stomping towards them across the
nearly empty street. "Put your guns down and I won't have to hurt you."
Suddenly one of the bank robbers called out in horror, "It's Fat Broad!"
I grimaced at hearing that nicknamed, the one that EVERYONE insisted on
calling me. Even the cops. Of course I supposed that I might have been
asking for it when I originally chose the super hero name of Broadside. But
after the jokes had started, I'd changed my name to Anvil, but that only
caused a few more jokes, this time about my being banged by the super
villain called Hammer. So now I was Heavyweight, at least officially though
everyone still kept calling me Fat Broad.
"She's the one that put Tommy in the hospital," one of the crooks yelled at
the rest nervously, "She sat on him and broke half the bones in his body."
"Thank heavens," one of the cops yelled out, "It's Fat Broad." I just
grimaced.
"I don't think so Broadass." one of the robbers yelled out before opening
fire on me with a machine gun.
The bullets stung a little as they bounced off of my impervious skin, but
did no damage. Instead, I just grinned and continued towards them, the
ground shaking a little with each step I took.
Suddenly just about all the crooks opened fire on me, covering me in a rain
of bullets that was beginning to sting like hell. But worse, all that ammo
was hitting the buildings across from me and I knew that it wouldn't be too
long before someone innocent got hurt.
With that, I jumped towards them in a manner that should have been
completely impossible for my size, but was easy for me thanks to the powers
I'd gained. Incredible strength and invulnerability, plus amazing
maneuverability for one of my size.
A moment later, I had disarmed two of the criminals, knocking the gun out
of one's hand and backhanding the other, sending him straight into a
wall... then unconscious on the ground. I swatted at a few of the others for
a minute before realizing that two of them seemed to be missing.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..." I chuckled.
"Eat shit you fucking lard ass," one guy yelled at me, stepping out from
around the corner, a large weapon in his hand that was certainly no machine
gun. I didn't recognize the type, but it looked like some sort of high tech
ray gun. Then he yelled, "Bitch," as he fired.
There was a flash of light and a sudden burning in my chest, just as I was
literally thrown back by the unimaginable force of it. Before I'd even
realized it, I was slammed straight through a wall and into the building
next to the bank.
"Oh shit," I gasped, hurting like hell. Whatever that was, it had burned
my skin if nothing else.
From outside the hole in the building, I could hear the burglar screaming
enthusiastically, "I got the fat bitch."
"Then let's finish her off," another growled.
Shaking my head, I sat up, suddenly noticing where I'd landed. My eyes
went wide and my mouth started drooling. "I'm in heaven," I whispered. I
was in the middle of a bakery, surrounded by thousands of donuts and
pastries.
With a grin, I reached out for an eclair and shoved it into my mouth,
barely even chewing at all before swallowing, already grabbing for more with
both hands. I sat there for a minute, gorging myself with the rich donuts
and pastries, feeling as if I'd died and gone to heaven.
Finally, I turned around, realizing that the robbers were at the hole, the
one with the ray gun already prepared for another shot. I glanced around
the donuts and sighed, knowing that I could have easily eaten every single
one and still not have felt full. It was all part of what gave me my
powers. I was always hungry, and if I went too long without eating, I'd
quickly lose my strength. However, once I did eat... well, food only served
to make my powers stronger.
"Gotcha now," I growled, barely dodging out of the way as the man fired a
second shot. I glanced back at the destroyed bakery and yelled, "You
bastard, I wasn't finished eating."
"How the hell could you miss someone that BIG?" one of the other bank
robbers screamed, slapping at the one with the gun.
"B... b... but..." the guy with the gun stuttered, not being able to finish
before I charged him, not even stopping as I ran straight through him.
A moment later, I'd thrown the guy with the gun and the other guy to the
side, smashing the ray gun beneath my feet with a satisfying crunch.
"Let's get outta here!," one guy screamed, running along with the remaining
robbers into what had to be their getaway car.
The getaway car started to peal rubber then shot off, but I was already in
motion, charging towards it as fast as I could, thankful for the boost the
donuts had given me. Then, with a grimace, I jumped into the air as high
as I possibly could, managing to land just where I aimed, the hood of their
car, causing them to lose control and slide to a stop.
"Gotcha," I growled, willing my weight to increase even further.
Though my body showed no signs of expanding further, my weight was
increasing massively, and within seconds, the whole car started to creak and
fold inward, unable to stand the incredible force I was putting on it.
Still, I pushed it further.
"No way," one of the robbers screamed as they piled out of their car, just
as the whole thing was smashed nearly flat under my weight.
"Better than a junkyard," I exclaimed cheerfully, letting my weight shift
back to its normal massive amount as I climbed off the complete ruin of
metal that had been a car.
The men all scrambled away, aiming their guns at me but knowing that it was
useless. I just slowly took a few steps towards them, finally stopping and
attempting to cross my arms, something that was impossible but still an old
habit from my normal male body.
"Surrender now," I told them sternly, then with a grin, I added, "Or I'll
sit on you."
Almost instantly all the guns dropped to the ground and the men raised
their hands. They remained like that until the police rushed in and started
handcuffing them.
"Thanks for the help, Fat Broad..." one of the cops said.
"Heavyweight," I told him in annoyance. "My name is Heavyweight."
He looked a little taken back at that, as well as a little afraid that I
might actually sit on him. "Sorry... Heavyweight."
I nodded, glancing around and seeing that the cops had everything well in
hand. It was definitely time for me to go.
However, before I left the place entirely, I reached in and grabbed a
couple dozen donuts in the big boxes, dropping a twenty that I kept in a
hidden pocket in my uniform. And with that, I hurried back home, being very
careful to avoid being seen... which wasn't easy considering my girth.
As soon as I was home, I remained standing as I gulped down all of the
donuts, knowing that there wasn't a chair in my house that could hold my
weight. I moaned in delight, loving the pastries much more than I would in
my normal body, thankful for the fact that I could eat as much as I wanted
like that and never gain a pound in my normal form.
Then I stood back and looked at myself in the mirror, feeling an odd sense
of pride. I loved being a super hero. Being able to help people and cut
loose a little. Even if it meant that I not only had to be a woman to do
it, but an extremely obese one at that.
"Not bad for a day's work," I said with a grin, patting my massive stomach.
And with that, I slowly reached for the one substance that was my greatest
weakness as Heavyweight. The one thing that I had to avoid at all costs
while fighting crime. Then with a grimace, I took a long drink.
"Ug," I shuddered, "I hate diet soda."
However, as I put the can of diet soda back down, I felt the first shudder
already run through my body. It was quickly followed by another. As I
stared down at myself, I watched in amazement as the spandex disappeared, as
my flesh pulled inward, as my breasts deflated and my immense fat started to
vanish.
"Talk about a weight loss plan," I muttered, smiling faintly when my crotch
began to push back outward, returning my manhood to me. "Jenny Craig eat
your heart out."
Less than a minute after taking the drink of diet soda, I stood there as
myself once again. As the slender John Bastion rather than the unimaginably
immense Heavyweight.
After examining myself for another minute, as I did virtually every time
after becoming Heavyweight, I turned towards the counter, or specifically
the small square cardboard box that was resting there. Peaking inside, I
smiled at the chocolate donut that rested within, waiting for the next time
Heavyweight was required. Like always, it had magically reappeared inside
the box once I'd turned back to normal. And still smiling, I carefully
closed the box and placed it back in it's spot behind the Shredded Wheat.
"Yep," I muttered, glancing down at the shreds of clothing that were still
on the floor and then starting towards my bedroom to get dressed again, "I
have definitely got take my clothes off first."
But even though I nearly spent a fortune on replacing shredded clothes
every month, not to mention food, I wouldn't have given it up for the world.
I might not be the best looking, or even most heroic super hero, but there
was always going to be need for a Heavyweight.
THE END
Gigi
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