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Getting out of shape.

As a superheroine the nights of Wonder Woman, also known as to a select few also by her civilian identity Diana Prince, were often filled with action, adventure and intrigue.  The sun going down would often mean she would find herself fighting evildoers, going on stakeouts, hunting down vicious criminals and countless other battles.

“Hi, I’m Chuck Norris and I’m here to talk about Bowflex.”  Tonight was not one of those nights however.  Tonight she was stretched out on a couch in her home with a glass of ice water in one hand, and the remote on the other.

There were plenty of other superheroines in the Justice League and thus even for an extremely well experienced and powerful member like Wonder Woman there were ‘nights off’ for better or worse.

Mostly for worse all things considered, given that Diana simply didn’t ‘get’ much of what passed for entertainment in the ‘man’s world’ and so she found it more of an experience in examining foreign culture than actually making the time fly by faster.

For example at the moment it was just a bit passed past midnight, and Diana was having trouble finding on anything that would even passed for entertainment among the ‘natives’ at the moment.  Flipping through the channels she found one show after another based around various products designed to either give someone muscles, or help them loose weight, if not both.

Diana shook her head wondering how so many people could allow themselves to become so obese.  Among her own people, the amazons, everyone made sure to dedicate a part of their day to exercising and always eating healthy meals, and thus they were all in excellent shape.

It didn’t take long before Diana got fed up with the bizarre schedual of programs on display, shook her head and then proceeded to turn off the television and lay down upon the couch.  Given that Wonder Woman had been through quite a busy day, even if her night had proved to be a complete and utter waste of time, she had no trouble at all falling asleep.

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When Diana woke up she felt a little strange, but couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong.  After taking care of the same early morning business that all women had to deal with, (whether they were superpowered amazon royalty or not) she took a moment to examine her face in the bathroom mirror.

It seemed to be a bit ‘puffier’ than normal, for lack of a better word.  Diana couldn’t help but wonder if she was coming down with something, or possibly was suffering from an allergy of which she previously hadn’t been aware of.

She took a moment to feel her forehead to see if it felt overly hot.  It didn’t, though at the moment her stomach did feel rather empty.  Remembering the old saying about ‘feed a fever’ she decided to head downstairs and make herself a real breakfast: some pancakes with plenty of syrup, strips of bacon, and scrambled eggs.

Once she was done with all of that Diana decided it was time to get dressed and go to work.  Needless to say, on her nights off she didn’t laze about in her costume, instead choosing a simple purple pantsuit, which was also starting to feel like she put it through the wash too many times.

She kept her costume in a closet in her bedroom along with a few other improbable garments that she had no intention of ever wearing.  It had been an idea suggested by her younger colleague Supergirl that such an arrangement allowed her to pass her actual outfit off as simply one of many old Halloween costumes.

She quickly closed the door to her walk in closet, undressed, and started to get properly dressed one article at a time just like always.  First there were the star spangled shorts, followed by her gold and red breastplate which seemed to be in a rather argumentative mood this morning, though the larger than normal breakfast she’d just had was the most obvious explanation.  After that came the golden sparkling tiara, and her red boots, finally there were her silver bracelets which didn’t seem to go as far up her arms as they used to.

Once she had it all on, Diana stepped out of the closet and strutted over to the bathroom to check her appearance one last time, just for curiosities sake.  Puffy face be damned, Diana still struck a very imposing figure in her pristine costume which hugged her well toned body, though if one looked closely they might notice that she seemed a bit more ‘toned’ than normal.  Still it was a very confident superheroine who set out to do battle with the forces of evil, whatever form they may take.

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It didn’t take Diana long to find some evil either.  Flying above the city she caught sight of the feline felon Cheetah leaping on top of an armored truck.  She then used her claws in order to slice through the roof of the truck and climbed inside.  Rather than trying to follow Cheetah into a confined space that would give the other woman a major advantage, instead she decided to think outside the box.

Dropping down out of the sky like a bolt of lightning, she landed in front of the armored truck and braced herself with her hands held outward.  Thanks to powers granted by her magical belt Diana was able to bring the large vehicle to a crashing halt in the blink of an eye.

Cheetah who had already rendered the two police officers up front unconscious with a few swift blows from her paws, let out a bellow of rage as she discovered how ineffectual her attempts to run Diana down turned out to be.  In fact, while she might have managed to take up position crouched in front of the wheel, but all she ended up achieving by gunning the throttle at the last moment was her ripping the wheel free from the vehicle as her body was thrown through the truck’s windowshield.

Her tawny blond fur either prevented or at camouflaged whatever wounds which might have/did occur as she went through said windowshield and landing on the street behind Diana.

Wonder Woman let go of the mangled truck’s front bumper which now had two major dents in it where she had grabbed hold of it, to fix her eyes firmly upon her opponent.  Cheetah was standing back up and metaphorically licking her injured pride, every single strand of her fur bristling with hate.  Except that one moment she was growing in anger, the next her throat was producing an almost pleasant purring sound.

“Well, look at you!”  Diana raised a suspicious eyebrow wondering what her foe was talking about.

“Meaning?”  The purring sound continued for a few moments, joined by rather high pitched giggling.

“Oh really, you haven’t noticed?  Please Wonder Woman, you look like you’re bulging out of that costume.  I’ve seen cosplayers who looked more like you than you than you currently do!”  Diana looked down at her costume and hesitantly pinching at her stomach, feeling an unsettling amount of ‘give’ beneath her fingers.  Still, she put on a brave face, not about to let herself be mocked or psyched out, she was a superheroine damn it!

“I’m still more than a match for you spots, want me to prove it?”  Cheetah nodded slowly as she began to circle around Wonder Woman, who started circling as well, then with lightning quickness the catwoman pounced claws slashing.

Diana rolled out of the way and sprang back to her feet.  Strangely beneath the rim of her tiara she could already feel beads of sweat starting to trickle their way down her forehead, considering that the two were only just getting started that was most unusual.  Even more out of the ordinary was the fact that her breathing was starting to become slightly labored, as if a few simple manuevers had been enough to exhaust her normal nearly endless energy.  Cheetah took her time returning to a bipedal stance, moving slowly and languidly muscles rippling beneath her fur all the while.

“Well, well, well, looks like I’m going to have an even easier time pulling off this job than I expected.”  Diana just kept on her brave face as she promised herself never again to have such a large meal so soon before going out on patrol, all that undigested food in her stomach was clearly doing a number on her.

Cheetah’s next attack was not an animalistic rush, but a meticulously careful probe.  She came forward almost dancing on the balls of her paws, lashing out with her claws, forcing Diana to bring her gauntlets to countless different locations one right after another if she didn’t want to let her skin be marked with equally countless little wounds which would only further drain her already low reserves of energy.

Eventually after launching about three dozen different blows all of which Diana managed to block Cheetah somersaulted backward.  The contrast between the two women could not have been more stark at the moment since Cheetah’s posture was completely perfect and she still seemed ready to run a several mile marathon and leave all the other contestants in the dust.  Diana on the other hand, was slumping her shoulders as she huffed and puffed, her lungs feeling like they were on fire.

“You might not have lost your skill Wonder Woman, but face it, you just don’t have what it takes to deal with me any more, why don’t stick to purse snatchers, or did a couple of them already outrun you earlier today?”  At any other time such a comment would have drawn a boisterous rebuke, but at the moment Diana didn’t want to waste the breath that would go into exchanging verbal jabs with her foe.

She was much to busy trying to come to grips with the reality of her current situation, and figure out what she could do about it.  Clearly trying to fight defensively had been a mistake from the start, since it would only be a matter of time until she became so tired that her legs would refuse to keep the rest of her body upright.

She had to knock Cheetah out, and soon while she still felt capable of throwing a half decent punch.  So just as Cheetah was brekaing into yet another mocking monologue Diana shifted her stance and charged right at the other woman.  Cheetah was understandably caught off guard by this sudden belligerent turn in Diana’s fighting style and wasn’t able to get out of the way in time.

The two landed on the road hard enough to create a few cracks in it and what had started out as an artful duel quickly degenerated into a desperate brawl.  The fight became a matter of whose body could take more punishment with Cheetah’s agility doing her precious little good.  Diana felt the wicked claws of her foe slice her several times, but she eventually managed to hammer Cheetah into a state of unconsciousness.

Once that was done she proceeded to carefully take her magic golden lasso and bind the supervillianess’ unconscious body in it so that even if she regained consciousness it wouldn’t do her any good.

Then Diana took a moment to examine her costume, for some reason she couldn’t see as much of it as normal (apparently that undigested food had almost certainly caused her middle to bludge outward) but what she could see was more than enough to make her a bit ashamed.

It had developed several tears thanks to Cheetah’s claws (a few of those tears exacerbated by the way her costume was being strained by her previously mentioned belly) and it had been rather thoroughly marred with the asphalt the road had been paved with.  Still it was serviceable, and so she flew off towards the nearest police station to take care of handing Cheetah over to the duly appointed representatives of the law.

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Once that particular burden had been taken out of her hands, Diana found herself dealing with a new problem, even though her breakfast hadn’t finished digesting (or so she kept telling herself) she was hungry again.  Very hungry.

Sighing rather dejectedly Diana decided that after all since she had still managed capture Cheetah despite her noticeable handicap, it was only fair that she disserved a chance to treat herself a little.  The hunger was so intense that she didn’t even consider the possibility of changing out of her costume and into something less conspicuous, instead she reached into a hidden pocket that was sewn into the lower half of her costume (needing a few tries to find said hidden pocket since she couldn’t see what she was looking for) before producing one of the extra special credit cards that it had been arranged for all members of the Justice League to have access to in case they needed to purchase some crime fighting materials on the fly.

Then she took off, once more gracefully soaring through the sky (at least that worked every bit as well as she remembered it doing) until her eagle eyed vision caught side of a buffe style restaurant.  Since her body was in no need to wait for sustenance this seemed like an excellent place to dine and she touched down before it and ambled in.

Wonder Woman quickly paid the necessary fee (doing her best to ignore the various mystified glances that were being sent in her direction from nearly every other patron present) grabbed a tray and got in line helping herself to a little of everything before picking out an empty table and sitting down to eat.

Understandably no one decided to join her, but what she hadn’t planned on was the fact that the tray’s contense only seemed to wet Diana’s apatite leaving her feeling even more famished than when she had started!

A powerless captive of her own hunger Wonder Woman headed back to the buffe line for second helpings, and when she was done with that thirds!  Each time she waddled through the line she helped herself to more and more food until finally after several tries she finally found the magic amount of nourishment which quitted her quarrelsome tummy.

She sat there and leaned back in her little booth her eyelids feeling like steel shutters that were just itching for a chance to be lowered into place.  In fact, the only reason that she didn’t fall into a food coma was because of some mental stimulation provided by one of the restaurants other occupants.  The customer in question was a cutely plum blond haired girl with green eyes who tugged hesitantly on Diana’s right arm.

“Excuse me, but you really are Wonder Woman, aren’t you?”  Diana had to fight the urge to send a scowl in the direction of the girl whose only crime was being curious, feeling rather offended that anyone could possibly doubt that she was Princess of the Amazons.

“Of course I am....”  Before she could go any further Diana let lose with a most unladylike belch and paused to momentarily rub her mouth (in the process spreading the ketchup stain above her lips to the back of her right palm) before continuing.

“Why, do you want an autograph?”  The blond haired girl shook her head and pointed out one of the restaurant’s windows.

“No, it’s.... well isn’t that Giganta?”  Filled with a sense of purpose Diana managed to drive back the aura of lethargy and contentment that had been slowly creeping up on her throughout the entire meal.  Blinking a few times it was indeed now possible for her to easily see the colossal size changing supervillianess striding down a street not too far away, every bit as large as some of the nearby buildings.

Diana now did scowl as she realized that she’d almost let a supervillianess slip by on her watch, but was still confident she’d make good on her mistake.  After all, she could be quite sure that her stomach would offer no further complaints about how it desired additional sustenance this time around, that must have been what left her feeling so out of it during her fight with Cheetah, hunger pangs!

She tried to dramatically stand up and head for the door, tried, and failed.  Diana’s latest meal had expanded her waistline to a degree that it was  now wedged quite firmly against the edge of the booth she was sitting at.

For about half a minute she wiggled about attempting to get free, before deciding that stopping a supervillianess was a task far to important for her to let one clearly defective booth (given that she had gotten trapped in it, the thing must have been much too small) she brought her hands down on it hard enough to snap it in half, making sure to do a clean job so as not to create any dangerous splinters.  Once that wooden obstacle had been dealt with she rose back up to her feet and turned towards the restaurant manager a blush filling her cheeks.

“Sorry about that, I’ll make sure to come back and pay for it later.”  Come to think of it for reasons she couldn’t put her fingers on Diana expected she’d be returning to this particular establishment a great many times!  Then she took one confident stride towards the door and with a humiliating snapping sound Diana’s belt broke loose from her body and fell to the floor.

Wonder Woman simply stood there in amazement since magical power granting belts weren’t exactly known for suddenly becoming defective.  Still, impressive as her well honed combat skills were, she knew without her powers she’d be no match for Giganta, leaving her with no choice but to get that belt back on before leaving the restaurant.

Diana awkwardly tried to bend her knees, so as to reach the belt where it lay on the floor but ended up just flat out sitting down.  Then she began tugging, heaving, and pulling, but no matter how she tried the belt always seemed to be just a bit too short.

“Great Hera, one of my foes must have somehow cursed this belt to seperate me from my powers!  Would a few of you mind granting me some assistance?”  Seeing as she was a superheroine drumming up volunteers was no problem at all, though t it still took another painful two minutes until she finally got her belt back on.

It had proved necessary to wear it a fair bit north of her belly button so that he now apparently shrunken belt wasn’t forced to go all the way around the crest of her full stomach, but it still worked just fine in its new place.  Once more Diana took to the air, though this time she no longer felt quite so graceful, in fact she felt like not only was there a noticeable droop in her belly, but said droop was trying to make her drop like a rock and preform a most embarrassing and doubtlessly rather painful belly flop onto the streets below.

By the time she actually managed to get face to face with Giganta Wonder Woman discovered that she was only about the size of an action figured compared to the supervillainess who seemed to be wreaking havoc willy nilly across the city, crushing cars beneath her feet like toys.

Still, it wasn’t the size of the woman in the fight, but the size of the fight in the woman, and Diana came to a halt (though she seemed to ‘skid’ a bit before she’d bleed off all of her momentum) and raised a hand, palm up.

“Hold it right there big girl, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m putting  a stop to it!”  In response Giganta laughed long and hard, her huge size making her laughter feel like she was caught up in a wind storm while simultaneously having her ears buffeted by foghorns.

“What do you know Wonder Woman, it looks like we’ve both grown some since we last met!”  Diana placed her hands on her hips and adjusted her position so that instead of floating vertically in midair she was doing it horizontally as if ready to fly right at Giganta at any moment.

“Geeze, what have you and Cheetah been babbling about?”  Giganta cackled one more time and then suddenly her arm shoot out and snagged Diana right out of the sky like a frog seizing a passing fly with its tongue.  The huge woman’s fist easily encompassed all of Wonder Woman’s body and held her there firmly, more or less literally under her foe’s thumb.

“You’re seriously going to pretend you haven’t noticed?  Face it Princess, if you got any more plump those bracelets of yours would pop right off!  I mean you feel like a giant blubbery stress bag in my hand!  But if you need to see for yourself to truly believe then this should take care of that quite nicely!”  Giganta effortlessly knocked over a nearby water tower causing a minor flood to spill out over a street, washing cars that had been peacefully travelling along it only moments ago into the sides of nearby buildings.

Then Giganta got down on her hands and knees, and adjusted her grip so that she was holding Wonder Woman about the neck allowing her to dangling over the water and get a good view of herself.  What she saw horrified her, now that she actually had time to take a long look at herself Diana had to admit that she had somehow bloated up to what must have been more than three hundred pounds.

It must have been pure determination (and probably a bit of magic) that was holding together her costume.  A costume which was now stained with not only bits of pavement form her last battle, but plenty of food smudges from her last meal.  Wonder Woman was completely and utterly revolted with what she saw, from the way her cheeks were puffed upwards like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts being gathered for winter, down to her bare knees which were now heavily layer in copious amounts of cellulite.  Giganta shook her captive back and forth giggling all the while.

“Like I said, you’ve doubtlessly become a supersized superheroine.  Heck, I’m still surprised that you manage to be able to fly what with all that carry on baggage you’re lugging around!  Tell you what, why don’t I give you a chance to work off some of those calories by letting you go for a little swim?”  Giganta let go of Diana who thanks to her new girth wasn’t able to start flying again soon enough to avoid being fully submerged in the swirling rolling wave that had been created by the supervillainess’ latest act of property destruction.

Luckily Wonder Woman had managed to take a very big breath before she went under, though that didn’t keep her from looking like a half drowned extremely overfed rat when the wall of water she had been dropped into finally ran dry.  Giganta looked down at her and began to slap her knees in wry amusement.

“Nice to see that your okay, since it means that I’ll be able to have plenty more fun with you.  I was worried when you didn’t bob to the surface shortly after I dropped you in, after all, isn’t fat suppose to float?”  Diana knew several things at the moment, one of them was that in retrospect it was clearly her body rather than her belt that was cursed and the spell had been making her gain weight at a most unreasonable speed.

But she’d deal with that particular issue later, right now she needed to stop Giganta than she could worry about talking with Doctor Fate or Zartana and hope they could find a way to make her thin again.  So she rose to her feet, and took off picking up every bit of speed she could muster.

It wasn’t much, since her thick sighed insisted on rubbing against one another with every single stride she took, but it was enough for her to get airborn and flew like a blubbery cannonball at Giganta’s right knee cap.  The huge woman tried to grab Wonder Woman yet again, but missed her by mere inches this time around.

Diana hit her target and it was impossible not to hear the sound of bones the size of construction girders breaking.  Giganta let loose with a tortured wail as her body folded up and collapsed to the ground.  After her landing she rapidly began to shrink back to normal, clearly hopping that doing so would reduced the amount of pain she was in.

For her part, Diana now took her time waddling over to the crippled criminal and soon enough had her trussed up in the magical lasso to make sure she didn’t try to grow bigger again.  As she was wiping thick torrents of sweat from her forehead she heard a vice echoing down to her from above.

“Nice job Wonder Woman!”  Diana looked up and shuddered at what she saw.  It was her occasional side kick Wonder Girl also known as Donna Troy.  Like Diana she had thick black hair and blue eyes, and like Diana her formerly thin body now seemed to be locked in a battle with her costume which was desperately struggling to contain her immensely fattened figure.

“Wonder Girl...?”  Diana asked hesitantly, most upset to see that she wasn’t the only one who effected by whatever spell had been laid upon her.  Donna tilted her head to the side for a moment and blushed.

“Oh, yeah, sorry for being so late, I’m having a little trouble flying today, but practice makes perfect right?”  Diana promptly realized that just like she had been like before seeing her reflection in the water Donna wasn’t at all aware of just how much she had put on.

“Listen Wonder Girl....”  Before the elder superheroine could tell her younger companion, she heard a painfully familiar sound and for the second time today her belt popped right off of her belly.  Looking down at the shinning golden object on the ground Diana just shook her head sadly.

“Could you give me a hand getting that damn belt back on?”

Description
Getting out of shape.

As a superheroine the nights of Wonder Woman, also known as to a select few also by her civilian identity Diana Prince, were often filled with action, adventure and intrigue.  The sun going down would often mean she would find herself fighting evildoers, going on stakeouts, hunting down vicious criminals and countless other battles.

“Hi, I’m Chuck Norris and I’m here to talk about Bowflex.”  Tonight was not one of those nights however.  Tonight she was stretched out on a couch in her home with a glass of ice water in one hand, and the remote on the other.

There were plenty of other superheroines in the Justice League and thus even for an extremely well experienced and powerful member like Wonder Woman there were ‘nights off’ for better or worse.

Mostly for worse all things considered, given that Diana simply didn’t ‘get’ much of what passed for entertainment in the ‘man’s world’ and so she found it more of an experience in examining foreign culture than actually making the time fly by faster.

For example at the moment it was just a bit passed past midnight, and Diana was having trouble finding on anything that would even passed for entertainment among the ‘natives’ at the moment.  Flipping through the channels she found one show after another based around various products designed to either give someone muscles, or help them loose weight, if not both.

Diana shook her head wondering how so many people could allow themselves to become so obese.  Among her own people, the amazons, everyone made sure to dedicate a part of their day to exercising and always eating healthy meals, and thus they were all in excellent shape.

It didn’t take long before Diana got fed up with the bizarre schedual of programs on display, shook her head and then proceeded to turn off the television and lay down upon the couch.  Given that Wonder Woman had been through quite a busy day, even if her night had proved to be a complete and utter waste of time, she had no trouble at all falling asleep.

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When Diana woke up she felt a little strange, but couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong.  After taking care of the same early morning business that all women had to deal with, (whether they were superpowered amazon royalty or not) she took a moment to examine her face in the bathroom mirror.

It seemed to be a bit ‘puffier’ than normal, for lack of a better word.  Diana couldn’t help but wonder if she was coming down with something, or possibly was suffering from an allergy of which she previously hadn’t been aware of.

She took a moment to feel her forehead to see if it felt overly hot.  It didn’t, though at the moment her stomach did feel rather empty.  Remembering the old saying about ‘feed a fever’ she decided to head downstairs and make herself a real breakfast: some pancakes with plenty of syrup, strips of bacon, and scrambled eggs.

Once she was done with all of that Diana decided it was time to get dressed and go to work.  Needless to say, on her nights off she didn’t laze about in her costume, instead choosing a simple purple pantsuit, which was also starting to feel like she put it through the wash too many times.

She kept her costume in a closet in her bedroom along with a few other improbable garments that she had no intention of ever wearing.  It had been an idea suggested by her younger colleague Supergirl that such an arrangement allowed her to pass her actual outfit off as simply one of many old Halloween costumes.

She quickly closed the door to her walk in closet, undressed, and started to get properly dressed one article at a time just like always.  First there were the star spangled shorts, followed by her gold and red breastplate which seemed to be in a rather argumentative mood this morning, though the larger than normal breakfast she’d just had was the most obvious explanation.  After that came the golden sparkling tiara, and her red boots, finally there were her silver bracelets which didn’t seem to go as far up her arms as they used to.

Once she had it all on, Diana stepped out of the closet and strutted over to the bathroom to check her appearance one last time, just for curiosities sake.  Puffy face be damned, Diana still struck a very imposing figure in her pristine costume which hugged her well toned body, though if one looked closely they might notice that she seemed a bit more ‘toned’ than normal.  Still it was a very confident superheroine who set out to do battle with the forces of evil, whatever form they may take.

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It didn’t take Diana long to find some evil either.  Flying above the city she caught sight of the feline felon Cheetah leaping on top of an armored truck.  She then used her claws in order to slice through the roof of the truck and climbed inside.  Rather than trying to follow Cheetah into a confined space that would give the other woman a major advantage, instead she decided to think outside the box.

Dropping down out of the sky like a bolt of lightning, she landed in front of the armored truck and braced herself with her hands held outward.  Thanks to powers granted by her magical belt Diana was able to bring the large vehicle to a crashing halt in the blink of an eye.

Cheetah who had already rendered the two police officers up front unconscious with a few swift blows from her paws, let out a bellow of rage as she discovered how ineffectual her attempts to run Diana down turned out to be.  In fact, while she might have managed to take up position crouched in front of the wheel, but all she ended up achieving by gunning the throttle at the last moment was her ripping the wheel free from the vehicle as her body was thrown through the truck’s windowshield.

Her tawny blond fur either prevented or at camouflaged whatever wounds which might have/did occur as she went through said windowshield and landing on the street behind Diana.

Wonder Woman let go of the mangled truck’s front bumper which now had two major dents in it where she had grabbed hold of it, to fix her eyes firmly upon her opponent.  Cheetah was standing back up and metaphorically licking her injured pride, every single strand of her fur bristling with hate.  Except that one moment she was growing in anger, the next her throat was producing an almost pleasant purring sound.

“Well, look at you!”  Diana raised a suspicious eyebrow wondering what her foe was talking about.

“Meaning?”  The purring sound continued for a few moments, joined by rather high pitched giggling.

“Oh really, you haven’t noticed?  Please Wonder Woman, you look like you’re bulging out of that costume.  I’ve seen cosplayers who looked more like you than you than you currently do!”  Diana looked down at her costume and hesitantly pinching at her stomach, feeling an unsettling amount of ‘give’ beneath her fingers.  Still, she put on a brave face, not about to let herself be mocked or psyched out, she was a superheroine damn it!

“I’m still more than a match for you spots, want me to prove it?”  Cheetah nodded slowly as she began to circle around Wonder Woman, who started circling as well, then with lightning quickness the catwoman pounced claws slashing.

Diana rolled out of the way and sprang back to her feet.  Strangely beneath the rim of her tiara she could already feel beads of sweat starting to trickle their way down her forehead, considering that the two were only just getting started that was most unusual.  Even more out of the ordinary was the fact that her breathing was starting to become slightly labored, as if a few simple manuevers had been enough to exhaust her normal nearly endless energy.  Cheetah took her time returning to a bipedal stance, moving slowly and languidly muscles rippling beneath her fur all the while.

“Well, well, well, looks like I’m going to have an even easier time pulling off this job than I expected.”  Diana just kept on her brave face as she promised herself never again to have such a large meal so soon before going out on patrol, all that undigested food in her stomach was clearly doing a number on her.

Cheetah’s next attack was not an animalistic rush, but a meticulously careful probe.  She came forward almost dancing on the balls of her paws, lashing out with her claws, forcing Diana to bring her gauntlets to countless different locations one right after another if she didn’t want to let her skin be marked with equally countless little wounds which would only further drain her already low reserves of energy.

Eventually after launching about three dozen different blows all of which Diana managed to block Cheetah somersaulted backward.  The contrast between the two women could not have been more stark at the moment since Cheetah’s posture was completely perfect and she still seemed ready to run a several mile marathon and leave all the other contestants in the dust.  Diana on the other hand, was slumping her shoulders as she huffed and puffed, her lungs feeling like they were on fire.

“You might not have lost your skill Wonder Woman, but face it, you just don’t have what it takes to deal with me any more, why don’t stick to purse snatchers, or did a couple of them already outrun you earlier today?”  At any other time such a comment would have drawn a boisterous rebuke, but at the moment Diana didn’t want to waste the breath that would go into exchanging verbal jabs with her foe.

She was much to busy trying to come to grips with the reality of her current situation, and figure out what she could do about it.  Clearly trying to fight defensively had been a mistake from the start, since it would only be a matter of time until she became so tired that her legs would refuse to keep the rest of her body upright.

She had to knock Cheetah out, and soon while she still felt capable of throwing a half decent punch.  So just as Cheetah was brekaing into yet another mocking monologue Diana shifted her stance and charged right at the other woman.  Cheetah was understandably caught off guard by this sudden belligerent turn in Diana’s fighting style and wasn’t able to get out of the way in time.

The two landed on the road hard enough to create a few cracks in it and what had started out as an artful duel quickly degenerated into a desperate brawl.  The fight became a matter of whose body could take more punishment with Cheetah’s agility doing her precious little good.  Diana felt the wicked claws of her foe slice her several times, but she eventually managed to hammer Cheetah into a state of unconsciousness.

Once that was done she proceeded to carefully take her magic golden lasso and bind the supervillianess’ unconscious body in it so that even if she regained consciousness it wouldn’t do her any good.

Then Diana took a moment to examine her costume, for some reason she couldn’t see as much of it as normal (apparently that undigested food had almost certainly caused her middle to bludge outward) but what she could see was more than enough to make her a bit ashamed.

It had developed several tears thanks to Cheetah’s claws (a few of those tears exacerbated by the way her costume was being strained by her previously mentioned belly) and it had been rather thoroughly marred with the asphalt the road had been paved with.  Still it was serviceable, and so she flew off towards the nearest police station to take care of handing Cheetah over to the duly appointed representatives of the law.

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Once that particular burden had been taken out of her hands, Diana found herself dealing with a new problem, even though her breakfast hadn’t finished digesting (or so she kept telling herself) she was hungry again.  Very hungry.

Sighing rather dejectedly Diana decided that after all since she had still managed capture Cheetah despite her noticeable handicap, it was only fair that she disserved a chance to treat herself a little.  The hunger was so intense that she didn’t even consider the possibility of changing out of her costume and into something less conspicuous, instead she reached into a hidden pocket that was sewn into the lower half of her costume (needing a few tries to find said hidden pocket since she couldn’t see what she was looking for) before producing one of the extra special credit cards that it had been arranged for all members of the Justice League to have access to in case they needed to purchase some crime fighting materials on the fly.

Then she took off, once more gracefully soaring through the sky (at least that worked every bit as well as she remembered it doing) until her eagle eyed vision caught side of a buffe style restaurant.  Since her body was in no need to wait for sustenance this seemed like an excellent place to dine and she touched down before it and ambled in.

Wonder Woman quickly paid the necessary fee (doing her best to ignore the various mystified glances that were being sent in her direction from nearly every other patron present) grabbed a tray and got in line helping herself to a little of everything before picking out an empty table and sitting down to eat.

Understandably no one decided to join her, but what she hadn’t planned on was the fact that the tray’s contense only seemed to wet Diana’s apatite leaving her feeling even more famished than when she had started!

A powerless captive of her own hunger Wonder Woman headed back to the buffe line for second helpings, and when she was done with that thirds!  Each time she waddled through the line she helped herself to more and more food until finally after several tries she finally found the magic amount of nourishment which quitted her quarrelsome tummy.

She sat there and leaned back in her little booth her eyelids feeling like steel shutters that were just itching for a chance to be lowered into place.  In fact, the only reason that she didn’t fall into a food coma was because of some mental stimulation provided by one of the restaurants other occupants.  The customer in question was a cutely plum blond haired girl with green eyes who tugged hesitantly on Diana’s right arm.

“Excuse me, but you really are Wonder Woman, aren’t you?”  Diana had to fight the urge to send a scowl in the direction of the girl whose only crime was being curious, feeling rather offended that anyone could possibly doubt that she was Princess of the Amazons.

“Of course I am....”  Before she could go any further Diana let lose with a most unladylike belch and paused to momentarily rub her mouth (in the process spreading the ketchup stain above her lips to the back of her right palm) before continuing.

“Why, do you want an autograph?”  The blond haired girl shook her head and pointed out one of the restaurant’s windows.

“No, it’s.... well isn’t that Giganta?”  Filled with a sense of purpose Diana managed to drive back the aura of lethargy and contentment that had been slowly creeping up on her throughout the entire meal.  Blinking a few times it was indeed now possible for her to easily see the colossal size changing supervillianess striding down a street not too far away, every bit as large as some of the nearby buildings.

Diana now did scowl as she realized that she’d almost let a supervillianess slip by on her watch, but was still confident she’d make good on her mistake.  After all, she could be quite sure that her stomach would offer no further complaints about how it desired additional sustenance this time around, that must have been what left her feeling so out of it during her fight with Cheetah, hunger pangs!

She tried to dramatically stand up and head for the door, tried, and failed.  Diana’s latest meal had expanded her waistline to a degree that it was  now wedged quite firmly against the edge of the booth she was sitting at.

For about half a minute she wiggled about attempting to get free, before deciding that stopping a supervillianess was a task far to important for her to let one clearly defective booth (given that she had gotten trapped in it, the thing must have been much too small) she brought her hands down on it hard enough to snap it in half, making sure to do a clean job so as not to create any dangerous splinters.  Once that wooden obstacle had been dealt with she rose back up to her feet and turned towards the restaurant manager a blush filling her cheeks.

“Sorry about that, I’ll make sure to come back and pay for it later.”  Come to think of it for reasons she couldn’t put her fingers on Diana expected she’d be returning to this particular establishment a great many times!  Then she took one confident stride towards the door and with a humiliating snapping sound Diana’s belt broke loose from her body and fell to the floor.

Wonder Woman simply stood there in amazement since magical power granting belts weren’t exactly known for suddenly becoming defective.  Still, impressive as her well honed combat skills were, she knew without her powers she’d be no match for Giganta, leaving her with no choice but to get that belt back on before leaving the restaurant.

Diana awkwardly tried to bend her knees, so as to reach the belt where it lay on the floor but ended up just flat out sitting down.  Then she began tugging, heaving, and pulling, but no matter how she tried the belt always seemed to be just a bit too short.

“Great Hera, one of my foes must have somehow cursed this belt to seperate me from my powers!  Would a few of you mind granting me some assistance?”  Seeing as she was a superheroine drumming up volunteers was no problem at all, though t it still took another painful two minutes until she finally got her belt back on.

It had proved necessary to wear it a fair bit north of her belly button so that he now apparently shrunken belt wasn’t forced to go all the way around the crest of her full stomach, but it still worked just fine in its new place.  Once more Diana took to the air, though this time she no longer felt quite so graceful, in fact she felt like not only was there a noticeable droop in her belly, but said droop was trying to make her drop like a rock and preform a most embarrassing and doubtlessly rather painful belly flop onto the streets below.

By the time she actually managed to get face to face with Giganta Wonder Woman discovered that she was only about the size of an action figured compared to the supervillainess who seemed to be wreaking havoc willy nilly across the city, crushing cars beneath her feet like toys.

Still, it wasn’t the size of the woman in the fight, but the size of the fight in the woman, and Diana came to a halt (though she seemed to ‘skid’ a bit before she’d bleed off all of her momentum) and raised a hand, palm up.

“Hold it right there big girl, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m putting  a stop to it!”  In response Giganta laughed long and hard, her huge size making her laughter feel like she was caught up in a wind storm while simultaneously having her ears buffeted by foghorns.

“What do you know Wonder Woman, it looks like we’ve both grown some since we last met!”  Diana placed her hands on her hips and adjusted her position so that instead of floating vertically in midair she was doing it horizontally as if ready to fly right at Giganta at any moment.

“Geeze, what have you and Cheetah been babbling about?”  Giganta cackled one more time and then suddenly her arm shoot out and snagged Diana right out of the sky like a frog seizing a passing fly with its tongue.  The huge woman’s fist easily encompassed all of Wonder Woman’s body and held her there firmly, more or less literally under her foe’s thumb.

“You’re seriously going to pretend you haven’t noticed?  Face it Princess, if you got any more plump those bracelets of yours would pop right off!  I mean you feel like a giant blubbery stress bag in my hand!  But if you need to see for yourself to truly believe then this should take care of that quite nicely!”  Giganta effortlessly knocked over a nearby water tower causing a minor flood to spill out over a street, washing cars that had been peacefully travelling along it only moments ago into the sides of nearby buildings.

Then Giganta got down on her hands and knees, and adjusted her grip so that she was holding Wonder Woman about the neck allowing her to dangling over the water and get a good view of herself.  What she saw horrified her, now that she actually had time to take a long look at herself Diana had to admit that she had somehow bloated up to what must have been more than three hundred pounds.

It must have been pure determination (and probably a bit of magic) that was holding together her costume.  A costume which was now stained with not only bits of pavement form her last battle, but plenty of food smudges from her last meal.  Wonder Woman was completely and utterly revolted with what she saw, from the way her cheeks were puffed upwards like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts being gathered for winter, down to her bare knees which were now heavily layer in copious amounts of cellulite.  Giganta shook her captive back and forth giggling all the while.

“Like I said, you’ve doubtlessly become a supersized superheroine.  Heck, I’m still surprised that you manage to be able to fly what with all that carry on baggage you’re lugging around!  Tell you what, why don’t I give you a chance to work off some of those calories by letting you go for a little swim?”  Giganta let go of Diana who thanks to her new girth wasn’t able to start flying again soon enough to avoid being fully submerged in the swirling rolling wave that had been created by the supervillainess’ latest act of property destruction.

Luckily Wonder Woman had managed to take a very big breath before she went under, though that didn’t keep her from looking like a half drowned extremely overfed rat when the wall of water she had been dropped into finally ran dry.  Giganta looked down at her and began to slap her knees in wry amusement.

“Nice to see that your okay, since it means that I’ll be able to have plenty more fun with you.  I was worried when you didn’t bob to the surface shortly after I dropped you in, after all, isn’t fat suppose to float?”  Diana knew several things at the moment, one of them was that in retrospect it was clearly her body rather than her belt that was cursed and the spell had been making her gain weight at a most unreasonable speed.

But she’d deal with that particular issue later, right now she needed to stop Giganta than she could worry about talking with Doctor Fate or Zartana and hope they could find a way to make her thin again.  So she rose to her feet, and took off picking up every bit of speed she could muster.

It wasn’t much, since her thick sighed insisted on rubbing against one another with every single stride she took, but it was enough for her to get airborn and flew like a blubbery cannonball at Giganta’s right knee cap.  The huge woman tried to grab Wonder Woman yet again, but missed her by mere inches this time around.

Diana hit her target and it was impossible not to hear the sound of bones the size of construction girders breaking.  Giganta let loose with a tortured wail as her body folded up and collapsed to the ground.  After her landing she rapidly began to shrink back to normal, clearly hopping that doing so would reduced the amount of pain she was in.

For her part, Diana now took her time waddling over to the crippled criminal and soon enough had her trussed up in the magical lasso to make sure she didn’t try to grow bigger again.  As she was wiping thick torrents of sweat from her forehead she heard a vice echoing down to her from above.

“Nice job Wonder Woman!”  Diana looked up and shuddered at what she saw.  It was her occasional side kick Wonder Girl also known as Donna Troy.  Like Diana she had thick black hair and blue eyes, and like Diana her formerly thin body now seemed to be locked in a battle with her costume which was desperately struggling to contain her immensely fattened figure.

“Wonder Girl...?”  Diana asked hesitantly, most upset to see that she wasn’t the only one who effected by whatever spell had been laid upon her.  Donna tilted her head to the side for a moment and blushed.

“Oh, yeah, sorry for being so late, I’m having a little trouble flying today, but practice makes perfect right?”  Diana promptly realized that just like she had been like before seeing her reflection in the water Donna wasn’t at all aware of just how much she had put on.

“Listen Wonder Girl....”  Before the elder superheroine could tell her younger companion, she heard a painfully familiar sound and for the second time today her belt popped right off of her belly.  Looking down at the shinning golden object on the ground Diana just shook her head sadly.

“Could you give me a hand getting that damn belt back on?”