“Well it looks like the Queen Emma has come in to dock!”  

“Now, now, in the wild the Great White Queen can weigh up to two and a half tons so this is actually a rather small specimen we’re looking at.  Oh wait, I think that’s suppose to be the great white shark!”  Emma Frost looked over at her fellow X-women who were of course all gathered around her mockingly.  

It wasn’t easy being a 375 pound superheroine surrounded by other women who all had more or less completely perfect figures without so much as an ounce of flab anywhere on their bodies.  Perfect figures just like the one Emma used to have, in fact Emma used to have a figure that would have made any of these women look like ugly sows!  

Unfortunately she had also possessed something else none of them had, a vengeful sister with psychic powers, enough money to either buy or design some chemicals that caused major weight gain, and gave you majorly hard to loose pounds at that.  Emma had ballooned up to three hundred and fifty pounds thanks to her sister and after that (she told herself was a side effect of the chemicals) it border upon the impossible for her loose any of the weight, in fact she’d been steadily been gaining more and more ever since.

Luckily she’d been able to use her own telepathic powers to make the experience as painless as possible.  For example, she’d been able to  convince all of the other X-men (even her fellow psychic Jean grey) that Emma had just slowly grown fatter and after overtime, rather than blimped out all of a sudden.  

Because while Emma by no means enjoyed their taunts, and mocking, it still was better than the alternative.  Emma Frost had been mocked before in her life, and she would accept being mocked again.  But if she had been forced to tell the truth to her teammates then she would be pitied, and pity was something that the White Queen would not allow to be put up with on a daily basis.  

Besides, even with her new gargantuan girth she’d still been able to prove her worth as a superheroine (though why she’d want to was very much a question she still found herself asking every now and again) by making use of her stronger and much tougher diamond form along with her bloated body to take down the Blob.  

Granted being able to prove better at holding her ground against the notoriously obese evil mutant wasn’t the most impressive accomplishment, but it was good to know that her sister’s antics hadn’t completely ruined her life.   In fact in some ways it was rather pleasing to have an excuse to eat whatever she wanted, like the several layer chocolate cake that was currently seated in front of her.  

And so she sat there and ate, and ate, and ate while her companions ate considerably less and took time to make countless comments about her current condition.  It all left Emma wishing that she had made her mental manipulations a bit more subtle, so that her friends would think she had gained all this weight a considerable time ago, or that she’d always been fat, but now that it was done, doing it all over again was more trouble than it was worth.  

“Emma be careful, I think your chair is starting to buckle...”  Emma’s blue eyes fell upon the attractive dark skinned woman known as Ororo Monroe (the superheroine Storm) and glowered, before grabbing up what was left of the cake, shoving it down her throat and beating a hasty retreat back to her room.  

Once she was there Emma examined herself in the full length mirror she still kept in it for what could only be considered purely masochistic reasons.  The first thing that she noticed was that once again she’d managed to get some of her lunch on her white outfit, yet again.

That was the problem with wearing white (though it wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter, she couldn’t go around wearing the more stain resistant black and call herself the White Queen) though luckily while she might not have her old figure she still had all of her old money and thus was able to afford several new outfits to accommodate her new size.

As she began to change into a clean outfit Emma thought about what Storm had told her, that comment was the pebble which had started an avalanche, she was through sitting back and letting the others insult her!  Perhaps a little creative mind control would properly make all the other X-Women think that they were fat slobs while Emma was thin... though she’d probably be only to maintain such a complicated mental deception for a day or so.  

Emma looked into that mirror again, and remebered the mirror that her sister Adriene had made her look into when she’d first been fattened up.  All Adriene had had going for her was some monetary resources and psychic powers and by defeating her even at her current size Emma had conclusively that she was still capable of outdoing her sister in any contest!  

If Adriene was able to fatten up one superheroine, than in turn Emma should be able to fatten up much more than just one superheroine, in fact she should be able to fatten up an entire teams worth of them!  

Yes if her fellow X-women were all shaking atrociously large asses back and forth wherever they waddled they wouldn’t be able to raise the slightest comment about Emma’s new appearance, or if they still insisted upon doing it, responding in kind would be child’s play!  

So now then, which of her companions would be the first to feel Emma’s high calorie wrath?  She returned to her bed and sat down, thinking the important question over, there were so many possibilities, which of her “friends” would it be most rewarding to see waddling around the mansion and nearly getting stuck in every door they passed through?  

The image that danced through her head at that moment was sweater than any sugary connection.  It was one of her sitting in the kitchen eating while the other X-women mocked her as usual.  However suddenly one after another after another their lips were suddenly clenched closed like storm shutters before an on coming hurricane.  

They suddenly grasped their middles likes the survivors from a downed ship would a life preserver, and then slowly but surely like the inevitable rising of the sea one and all they swelled outward. becoming more fat, flabby, blubbery, corpulent and cellulite ridden with every passing second their costumes becoming rather ludicrously stretched (and developing noticeable tares) in the process.  

The tidal wave of tubbiness would not subside until once more Emma was the thinnest of the X-women.  Surely a woman with her resources, brilliance, and powers could pull it off.  And if she did, well who knows, maybe she wouldn’t even stop there...

Perhaps she’d find out just how ‘slimming’ those stripes of Tigra’s really were when she weighed as much as an actual tiger.  How stealthy the Invisible Woman could be when every single step Susan Richards took caused her countless ounces of flab to bounce and jiggle about inside her blue bodysuit?  How would She Hulk like it to look less like a circus strongwoman and more like the fat lady?  

Oh yes, the possibilities where all but endless, so much so that it but impossible to know where to start.  But after a moment of mulling it over Emma came to the obvious conclusion, since Storm had been the most recent one to heap mockery upon her, she would be  the first to swallow the sweat taste of Emma’s revenge.  

After all, given the other woman’s psyche it would be an incredibly easy manner to arrange a situation in which Storm would do Emma’s work for her while the telepath sat back and laughed her heart out!  

Yes put Storm in the right situation, and cut her off from her powers, or at least make her think she was... the plan came together quickly in Emma’s mind and there was nothing at all ‘jolly’ about the laughter that made her belly shake like a bowl full of jelly.

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Ororo Monroe awoke with a pounding headache and looked around.  She wasn’t able to see very clearly at first, but soon enough she realized that wherever she wasn’t, this place was not her room and she wasn’t alone.  

This strange space was also occupied by Emma Frost who looked even more glutenous than normal as she more or less shoved an entire candy bar down her throat, not even taking time to chew before awkwardly swallowing.  

“Emma what is going on?”  A sausage sized finger in a very large gloved hand pointed behind Storm.  

“I’m trying to help us get out of here but....”  She paused and let loose with a most disgusting belch.  “It’s not as easy as on might think...”  Storm looked in the direction that was her teamate had pointed and was horrified by what she saw.  

It was a veritable mountain, if not a wall of food: hamburgers, French fries, cakes, candies of all sorts all packed together so tightly there wasn’t even room to see between them.  Storm turned back to look at Emma and discovered that the White Queen was seated with her back to a wall.  

“Looks like whoever captured us this time around has a rather perverse sense of humor.  On it’s own this wouldn’t be  so bad, but its not the only bit of fore thought they put into all of this...”  Emma raised her right hand showing that she had a power inhibiting cough attached to it.  A moment later Storm noticed a similar (if smaller due to the difference in the size of the two women’s bodies) device attached to her own wrist.  

Storm who was no one’s fool didn’t need to be told that so long as the two had such things attached to them they’d be completely unable to acess their mutant powers.  Emma must have seen that Storm grasped the importance of the device by the look in her eyes alone (since the other woman obviously couldn’t read Storm’s mind at the moment) and nodded dourly.  

“Yep, if we’re going to get free of this trap than we’ll have to eat our way out.”  Storm at once struggled to refrain from making a comment about how it was no surprise that Emma was knowledgeable on the subject eating things, after all the two were in this mess together.  Still...

“Well why don’t you have first go at it then and I’ll take over when you’re full.”  Emma glowered at Storm and then gestured towards her rather severally stained outfit.  

“What do you think I was doing while Princess Ororo was getting her bueaty sleep?  I like food as much as the next 300 plus pound woman, but this is too much even for me!”  She now more or less collapsed with her back against the wall, using both hands to rub her belly which to Storm’s eyes did indeed look even more tightly packed than usual.

“All right then, I suppose I’ll just have to pull my own fair share of the weight.”  Of course what worried the female weather controlling mutant more at the moment was the prospect of having to gain her own ‘fair’ share of the weight.   But such concerns were minor things that she brushed aside as she slowly approached the wall of food entombing the two X-women.  

After all, given a choice between her abstract fear of what might happen to her body if she ate too much of this junk food and her claustrophobic concerns regarding the present, it was no contest.  Like most people even superheroines couldn’t help but take the action that worked to make her present situation as pleasant (or at least as ununplesant) as possible, regardless of the results a little further down the line.

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Emma sat back as she watched Storm eat.  The White Queen had gotten the fattening chemicals her sister had placed in the food she’d tricked Emma into eating examined by some of the best scientists money could buy.  They hadn’t been able to find a cure yet, but they had at least been able to concoct something that should be just as good, as the original chemical, and in large quantities.  

That stuff was liberally spread over the food that Storm was now consuming and the White Queen found it hard not to cackle in delight as she thought about what the results of ingesting it would be.  The food would digest extra fast allowing Storm to pack away far more than normal, and it would also strive to stretch out her stomach so that to a certain extent she was only making herself hungrier by eating.  

It truly was glorious to have a front row seat to one of her foe’s fattening, especially when they didn’t expect a thing!

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“Oh, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take...”  Storm panted heavily as she turned back around wishing that her skin tight outfit had a little more give in it.  Much to the superheroine’s surprise it seemed like her white full body costume was getting a lot tighter, but not just around her belly.  

Finding herself exhausted by the process of having to move one handful after another of greasy foodstuffs to her face Storm began to pant heavily and in a very strange way got her wish.  

She could feel the battle between her costume and her tummy coming to its inevitable conclusion, one she found herself welcoming by this point.  The dual sounds generated by the tearing of fabric and the popping of buttons filled the small room as the yellow line that went around the middle of her costume broke and her belly surged forth, and over the sides of her costume as well.  Looking down at the set of love handles she had developed Storm could only blush as she met her teamates eyes.  

“Jeez... I never realize just how fattening this stuff really is.”  Emma just lazily waved a drumstick in Storm’s direction.  

“Well one way or another we’ve got to keep eating, either we’ll eventually ‘tunnel’ our way free or our arms will become big enough that these power suppressing bracelets will pop right off.”  Though she said the words in a natural tone of reassurance Storm felt herself shivering, if she was trying to construct a ‘tunnel’ and not just clear a path then there was always the possibility of a cave in, of her being trapped under an endless wave of food, her arms and legs pinned in place by snack treats as she heaved her last breasts.  

With renewed vigor (if not exactly appetite) Storm once more got to work on chomping her way through the food to the periphery of the path she’d been clearing to make sure such a cave in wasn’t possible.

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Storm didn’t so much fall down as her legs finally gave up the ghost when it came to keeping her standing.  They collapsed beneath her and she dropped almost cutely on to her now rather bouncy backside.  Slowly reaching an arm backwards Storm felt out the “Ghetto Booty” she had acquired literally over the course of a single meal.  It also didn’t help that her white outfit now just like Emma’s was covered with countless chocolate and grease stains, though unlike Emma’s there were also several tears in the fabric.  

In fact no sooner had Storm paused assess her situation than she suddenly developed two new ones as hr flabby feet caused her white boots to burst apart.  Only now did Emma slowly waddle over.  

“Aww I didn’t realize you weren’t wearing socks under those things, that’s so cute!”  She bent down and grabbed the big toe of Storm’s right foot.  “This little piggy went to market...” Storm was in no mood for this particular bit of levity.  

“Emma this is no time for games!”  Emma just giggled and moved onto the next toe.

“Oh I disagree, and I dare you to give me one reason why it isn’t!”  Storm wondered if all of the flab Emma had put on recently had somehow started to bunch up around her brain.  

“Because we’ve been captured by some evil force and every moment we waste here is another moment they move closer to whatever their ultimate aim is!”  Emma burst into a hysterical fit of giggles that lasted for all an entire minute before she regained control of herself.  

“No we haven’t.  You see Stormy, I set all this up myself, just so that I could turn you into the big black pig you’ve become!  And the best part is come the morning you won’t remember a thing!  You and all the other X-Women the other girls will think you once had a great body but just let it slide out from under you by eating too much and too many of the wrong things.  

Don’t worry I’ve made sure to buy you several new outfits, though there’s just one incey weensy, little problem, you won’t quite fit into any of them yet!”  Emma allowed her body to go slack and she collapsed on top of Storm trapping the woman’s body beneath her own before reaching out to grab a twelve pack doughnuts out of the wall of food, open the box up and hold one out towards Storm.

“Now then, why don’t you take a bite or do I need to cram it down you throat?”  Storm not wanting to end up being half choked by Emma allowed herself to be force fed, eating whatever Emma held near her.  

It was only as she was becoming too stuffed to think straight that the power nullifier on her wrist (which had somehow managed to stay in place no matter how fat she got) began to become extra fuzzy.  It was only with Storm’s last thoughts before she fell into food comma that that realized it was nothing more than a projected image Emma had placed in her mind to keep her from just melting the food with bolts of lightning, but it was too little and far too late...

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“Mind if I sit here?”  

“Go right ahead!”  Storm plunekd down hermassive body and her plate holding only slightly less massive pile of doughnutsnext to Emma who was consuming an extra large pile of spagetii with plenty of pramajan cheese, sauce an dmeatballs.  Beads of sweat ran down Storm’s face.  

“Wow, that Danger Room session really takes it out of you and makes a girl’s hunger rumble doesn’t it?”  Emma nodded as she took yet another moment to size up her handiwork, just like she’d wanted Storm was now at least four hundred pounds if she was an inch, when she and Emma sat next to each other their large love handled couldn’t help but rub against each other.  

As the two ate in silence (being far too busy consuming food to speak) the remaining thin X-Women hurled occasional derogatory comments about the two cows grazing together and what not.  Every time one was made Storm would begin to eat all the more ferociously until she finally couldn’t take it any more and she turned to Emma, tears streaming down her puffy cheeks.

“Why do they have to be so mean to us, it’s already hard enough being a sumo wrestler sized superheroine!”  Emma embraced as much of Storm’s larger body as she could get her arms around.  

“Don’t let them get to you Storm, they just don’t know what its like to be fat.  Hopefully one day they’ll get gain some maturity about the subject, or failing that.... at least some perspective.....”