Tornado of Indulgence PT 2 (WG and Slob)

Tatsumaki grumbled as she looked at her phone. None of these monsters looked any good. Teen Angst, Game Boy, Dragon Centipede. Boring. None of them appealed to her at all. In the reflection of the phone she could see her face. She had gained even more now that she was digesting Big Gulp. She now had a full on second chin that jiggled every time she moved her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunks, all the better to store food in. Her neck was obviously thicker, laden with fat

Her body wasn’t better off. After eating Hotdog, Pancake Stack, and Big Gulp, the former petite hero had certainly bulked up. Her breasts were still quite small despite all the weight she had gained, barely the size of tennis balls. While she didn’t mind the weight, that part of it irked her. Her small breasts constantly slapped against her belly whenever she flew at high speeds. She wasn’t wearing a bra, didn’t need to till she had eaten those monsters.

Her belly now had a roll across the center of it, causing it for form a minor shelf. The bottom row of it poked out from under her dress for the world to see. Her dress actually did very little to ‘clothe’ her now. It revealed both her stomach and her growing ass. Said ass was growing bigger and wider, the panties she had on before now looked like it was a g-string, being eaten by the monumental asscheeks. Each cheek was the size of a bowling ball, bouncing up and down with each movement. The people who had witnessed the epic battle (Well, actually it was more of a slaughter) between her and Big Gulp stared at her bulbous form.

“Oh well” Tatsumaki sighed as she put away her phone. She still felt hungry, but at the same time she was feeling kinda...lazy. Besides, the report said that Tank Top Blackhole was taking care of Game Boy, she was sure that other heroes would take care of the other two as well. She flew back to her apartment, not noticing that as she flew at the speed of a jet that her clothes were beginning to rip

Tatsumakis Apartment: 11:00 AM


When the tubby green haired psychic landed on the roof of her pent house she still hadn’t noticed what happened to her dress. The entire lower half of it was destroyed, ripped in half so it was a makeshift bra. The poor black fabric wasn’t able to handle being stretched so far while going so fast. Her belly hung low enough that it covered her womanhood, nearly covering her knees as well.

The second her feet touched terra firma she noticed that something was off. She felt like gravity was...affecting her more now. Looking down at her plump body she observed the broken dress and pale creamy flesh. Normally she would be in a fit about it, but she wasn’t. She just didn’t care right now. Neither about the weight gain nor the dress. She was hungry and that was it.
She waddled towards the door when she noticed something else, well, three things. Walking was hard. She had only walked a couple of feet but she was already breathing pretty hard. Sweat was coming off of her. It wasn’t too bad but it was definitely noticeable. The second thing she noticed is that when she tried to enter through the door, her hips brushed past the door frame. It hurt a little bit, having that hard wood go against her. She even thought she was stuck for a second, but then she used some of her psychic power to force the doorframe wider. She didn’t care, she could afford it.

The third thing she noticed is that she was...well something was bubbling in her belly. That was the best way she could describe it. Ever since she drank Big Gulp that feelings been with her. It was strange. Her belly made an audible noise every now and again. Even though she was hungry she didn’t feel hungry enough to have her stomach growl. Maybe it was a side effect of eating monsters? She stopped caring after a bit and waddled into her apartment.

She had the same problem with her own door that she had with the one on the roof. Her hips nearly getting stuck, but she broke this one as well giving her enough room. She waddled into the Kitchen and climbed up on the high chair, sitting down on it as soon as possible, Her bare flab stretched out over the edges of the chair, dangling. She did feel a bit cold having her naked butt on this cold metal chair, but she didn’t care. she was too tired

“huh...huh….huh...gaaaah” She moaned as she tried to recover from her brief walk. She looked up into her kitchen. The big refrigerator that didn’t have that much food in it, maybe some burgers. Some hotpockets, spaghetti, rice. She wanted to eat it all, but she didn’t want to get up. The best course of action was to use some psychic power. It was a grievous misuse of her power, but she didn’t care.

Tatsumaki’s kitchen was soon bathed in a green light as she got to work on all of the food, putting 5 hotpockets in the microwave, boiling 4 different pots of water, the burgers on the grill sizzling. It would take a while, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she ate...there was one problem though...Tatsumaki didn’t know how to cook. She was sure that all of the food would burn. The only food she could rely on right now were the hot pockets.

The feeling in her belly rose up when it pressed against the counter, it felt really uncomfortable. Before the pain could peak she scooted away from it, giving her belly some breathing room. Soon the microwave dinged and the hot pockets were done. She swung the door open, nearly breaking it. The hot pockets flew towards her, bathed in the green aura. When one got close enough she grabbed it with her hands and smiled. It felt hot in her hands. She didn’t want to wait for it to cool off, that would take too long.

She bit down onto it, her teeth easily break through the shell like bread to get to the delicious food inside. She may have bit down too hard through, the shell broke on the other end as well, sending some melted cheese down. The greasy cheese fell down onto her pale belly, coating and sticking to it. It burned slightly, but she didn’t mind. She was too busy eating

The food wasn’t nearly as good as the Monsters. In fact it kind of felt bland. That didn’t stop her however. She kept on eating, burning her mouth slightly and eating the hot pocket so quick that she barely tasted any of it. cheese hung off the corner of her mouth, the result of eating so messily. She didn’t have time to waste though, she had to get started on the others.

Tatsumakis Apartment: 11:18 AM

Fubuki and her two loyal men (Eyelashes and Mountain Ape) rode up the elevator to her sister's apartment. The rest of the Blizzard group were stuffed into the next elevator over. Fubuki didn’t usually visit her sister, for many reasons actually. She was incredibly jealous of her, she thought she was a raging bitch, she didn’t like to be reminded that in comparison to Tatsumaki, she would always be second best. Today was different however, today was Tatsumakis day off. The younger sister of the psychic wondered what she did on days like this.

The elevator opened and the black haired vixen walked out. She noticed that there were small puddles of water on the ground. Maybe the roof was leaking? No, Tatsumaki wouldn’t be living here if this place was that run down. The closer she got to her sister's door though, she noticed more things were off. The door frame broken. The wood torn apart by something powerful. A terrible thought came into her head. What if a monster found out it was her it was her day off?  What if it came to her apartment to try and kill her while she was distracted?

She looked back at the blizzard group, a large hero organization that dominated the B-Class. over 150 members of this prestigious group flooded the halls. She told Well Known (The Blizzard Groups resident telepath) To spread the word. Soon the entire group was anxious, thinking there was some horrible monster in the room.

They faced the walls, ready to tear it down. Sure Fubuki was worried, but at the same time she was excited. Her Blizzard Group saving Tatsumaki...Fubuki saving Tatsumaki...ooooh, it was such an enrapturing idea.

The full force of the Blizzard Group barged into the room, tearing walls down, weapons out and pointed all over. Blitzkrieging the enemy was always the offensive tactic of the Blizzard group. They all expected to see a demon on Dragon leve, maybe even god….but they didn’t expect to see this

Tatsumaki, The Tornado of Terror, slovenly and fat, covered in melted cheese. Her eyes dully staring at the pasta and burgers, waiting for them to be done. Silence filled the room. Too dumbfounded to make a single comment. Fubuki stared at her sister.
Mountain Ape was the first one to break the silence. He laughed loudly, the boorish. Tatsumakis gaze slowly turned to Mountain Apes. She stared at the big muscular man for a couple of seconds before sending him crashing through several wall. She made sure that a couple of his ribs broke.

Fubuki ignored what happend to one of her right hand men and stared at her sister. She was at least 250 pounds heavier then when she last saw her. She was absurdly huge. Fubukis breasts were still bigger than Tatsumakis, but the older sister dwarfed her in every other way. Bigger ass cheeks, a huge belly, pillar like thighs.

She looked down at her bear belly, coated in melted cheese. She outstretched her finger poking it into Tatsumakis belly. It sank into the fleshy mass, like it was going into water. It felt like a balloon filled with jello and dough.

Tatsumaki grimaced, when her sister poked her it brought back the pain. She didn’t want to hit her sister though, that would be going a bit too far. “N-no…” She said weakly, in a vain attempt to get her sister way. The pain raised up, going from her belly to her chest till it rose up her throat and out of her mouth

“BRAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUP” Tatsumaki burped right into her sisters face, stray piece of food landing on her. Her breath smelled vile, almost like rotten eggs and syrup. Sickly sweet and disgusting. While disgust morphed Fubukis face, relief came across Tatsumakis “oh, you just had to let it out. Thats how you get rid of it….” She prodded her own belly, shaking it a bit. When she shaked it a high pitched “PHHHHHHHRHT” exited her rump, causing the room to smell even worse. Tatsumaki couldn’t help smile. It smelled like a dumpster fire.

Eyelashes looked at the kitchen. The burgers were burning, the Spaghetti was burned to the bottom of the pot. Fubuki couldn’t believe her eyes “Ta-Tatsumaki-what happened?”


She looked at her black haired younger sister and raised an eyebrow “I went out to get some food...well, I suppose I did my job too. Anyways, I ate a mo*BRAAAAAAUP* monster” Tatsumaki didn’t bother saying sorry. Why should she? Her sister showed up out of nowhere and tore down her wall.

“You….you ate a monster?!” Fubuki couldn’t believe her ears. She saw her sister on TV yesterday….she was slender, pretty. But now she was a whale! She was a whale that….was actually quite lazy. “Say Tatsumaki...what kind of monsters did you fight?”

“Mostly Wolf class. Highest one was a lower class Tiger monsters”

Fubuki was getting giddy. Usually Tatsumaki only went up against upper class Demon monsters or Dragon class threats. But now she was handling something as lowly as wolf!? Fubuki thought the only way she would ever surpass her sister was by Fubuki improving her own skills, taking on bigger monsters...but what if she did the opposite? What if she brought Tatsumaki down? Made her fight weaker monsters and appear less and less...her popularity would plummet just from how much she weighed right now….She really shouldn’t...but..oh this was her only chance.

“Hey sis” Fubuki but on a sweet smile, looking at Tatsumaki with what seemed to be genuine care.

“Wha*phhhhrhrrrt* what?” A low fart came out of the short psychic. Fubuki hated the smell, but she kept on her sweet face. A lot of time Heroes had to be actors.

“I feel just awful about breaking down you wall”

“You should. What are you and your little club going to do about it?”

Fubuki clenched her fist. There she was, calling The Blizzard Group a ‘club’ again. No remorse anymore “Well, how bout the Blizzard Group and I make food for you all throughout your vacation?”

Tatsumaki raised her eyebrow. That would simplify things. She wouldn’t even have to use her psychic power. “Sure. Just do a good job.”

“Of course we will!” Fubuki turned around on a dime, her tight ass sticking out in front of Tatsumaki. She did this on purpose. She didn’t want to admit this but she was getting off on this. She strutted over to Well Known and gave him the orders to relay. They were strange, but the Blizzard Group did it. They were split into four groups. Group 1: Comprised of 35 members. Make and serve food to Tatsumaki. Group 2: Comprised of 20 members. Get food for Group 1 to make. Group 3: Comprised of 105 members. A group of fighters that along with Fubuki will take care of any monsters that show up. Group 4: Comprised of 3 members: a small group thats main objective is to study food monsters and find out the effects if eaten.

Fubuki walked back to her sister, kneeling next to her. She put her hand on the obese girls shoulder and smiled “We’ll take care of you...don’t worry about anything else...okay?”

Tatsumaki only nodded dully. Not caring about anything else but her food.


Tatsumaki’s Apartmen: 12:20 PM


Tatsumakis kitchen was ablaze with energy. People were cooking all kinds of food. Burgers, steak, pork, sweetbuns, angel food cake, sweet yams. All of the greatest chefs of the Blizzard Group working like a machine to get their job done.

Tasumaki was moved into the living room and sat on the couch that used to seem so big to her. Now she filled up 2/3rds of it. A makeshift conveyor line was made by the B-Class hero “Clockwerk’ to deliver food to Tatsumaki as soon as possible. On the end of this conveyor belt was Fubuki, whom was happily feeding her beloved sister.

Her hand wrapped around her sibling belly, gripping on some of the belly fat, Fubuki fed the green haired girl quickly. Tatsumaki was eating all of it so piggishly that a lot of it ended up around her rather then in her. Coated with glaze, chocolate, melted cheese, sauce, jelly, and pudding. The Tornado of Fear appeared to be covered in stains then in actual clothes

Tatsumaki just ate and ate. None of the food was as good as the monsters, but it still helped to fill the void. Plus it was nice that she didn’t have to use any of her psychic power. Every now and again she would let out gas, it was a much better alternative to letting it stew in her. She could even feel some food that had vanished into her folds, but she was to lazy to even tell her sister to retrieve them.

This process had been going on for about 20 minutes and would continue for quite some time, until the door opened and Eyelashes, the leader of Group 4, came in and requested Fubuki’s presence. Fubuki groaned, she quite enjoyed seeing her sister like this. So helpless, feeding out of her palm like a god damned animal. But the Info might have been important.

She got up off the couch, unwrapping her arm from around her sisters belly, some stains on her sleeve now because of being wrapped around such a dirty substance for so long. They walked off into Tatsumakis guest room so she wouldn’t hear them

“what do you have to report?” Fubuki brushed her hair back with her hand, a movement thats usually graceful, however all the grime and sweat that her sister left behind on it made it a bit more disgusting.

“Well” Eyelashes began as he looked down at the file “It was hard to find, but there has been one incident before where a hero ate a couple of food monster” He brought up a picture of a muscular young man, red hair. He had a bandana around his head that read ‘fighting spirit’
“His name was ‘Determined Fighter’ He was A-Class, rank 115. One time when he was fighting a food monster he got so into it that he bit off a chunk of it...then he stopped fighting it and started eating it whole.”

The picture changed, it was the same young man, but so horribly different. He had gained a hundred pounds, fat replacing his muscles. He had a small pair of moobs adorning his chest that looked to be about the same size as Tatsumakis. “He didn’t stop there. He tracked down another food monster and ate that one whole too. I don’t even think that one was doing anything wrong” The picture changed again, now the redhead had a startling resemblance to Tatsumaki. Almost buck naked, fat hanging off of him and weighing him down. Sauce covered his entire body like blood, dripping off of him slowly. His moobs were something that even Fubuki was a little jealous of, they were the size of watermelons.

“where is he now?”

“In some monster's stomach” Eyelashes said bluntly as he pulled up a file on a giant beast. It looked like a Rhino fucked a shark, rows of teeth and horns. “Apparently he got so weak he couldn’t fight back”

“wow….and what have you learned from this?”

“That Food Monsters are incredibly fattening and weakening” Fubuki...liked the sound of that

“hehehe” She giggled, insanity and ambition in her eyes “alright, theres going to be a 5th group now”

“Pardon?”

“A 5th group of the Blizzard Group that will ‘help’ Tatsumaki. This group will specialize in the capture of Food Monsters, bringing them back here so my big sis can devour them” Fubuki started laughing, leaning against the wall she looked down the hall at her sister. So fat, so gassy. A shell of her former self.

Fubuki brought a hand down between her legs. Good lord, just seeing her like this. Fubuki wanted to lie down on her sister own bed and go to town on herself

“Ahem” Eyelashes brought Fubuki back to reality before anything else happened. Fubuki blushed slightly before shrugging it off. “assemble a team”