Wonderfully Large, p.2

"Soon, Miss Bittersweet, the world will be addicted to your Passion Patties, and the world will be ours to rule" Steven Mandragora rumbled.

Mandragora had, naturally, also fallen victim to Bittersweet's cookies. He'd become a gross, Hutt-like immobile blob, and his voice was as deep as the mighty Jabba's. Too fat to even run his mob, most of the business was left to Bittersweet, a similarly malevolent mountain of a woman swollen with fat.

"Yes indeed, Mr. Mandragora!" Bittersweet crooned. "Soon every single person in the world will be a helpless little fatty!", she said with particular venom in the word "fatty".

Ever since those accursed spies had busted her Passion Patty business, Bittersweet had not only been a waddling butterball, but she had been cursed with a ferocious appetite. Nothing was ever enough, nothing could compare to the rain of sweets she had constantly guzzling down her wide throat.

She'd only gotten out of jail, of course, due to Mandragora's gluttony getting the better of him. Not only was he to help her spread her cookies to the world once again, but he wanted tons for himself, having been caught by her original formula.

This new formula in her Passion Patties was a bit slower; while the consumer would still blow up, it would be a slower, more gradual process so that it would arouse less suspicion from those who knew of her past work. Of course, if one ate too many in a sitting, they'd blow up faster and faster...

And she still had plenty of her old formula lying around. Much of it was used to feed Mandragora, but she kept it in reserve for any particular targets she wanted to save it for. One of which being that blonde girl who herself had fallen to her cookies. The other being a princess...

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"So, Big 'N' Tasty?" Deadpool queried, "How you get so big, hmm?!?", slipping into a Yoda impression without missing a beat. He waved a chimichanga near her sumptuous bulk, "Eat food of this kind, did you?"

Diana's belly rumbled with the chimichanga so close to her body. She wanted so badly to rip it from Deadpool's hands and devour it, and let it add itself to her enormous piles of delicious adipose, and be even more desirable for Bruce...

But she snapped back to reality, and resumed her professional persona. "I told you, I was going to go undercover at this confection business. My size had to increase its bulk tenfold, so I had to surrender my formerly slender physique and stalwart muscles", she said, looking down at the wobbling waves sent through her belly with each step.

"Undercover as a fatty addicted to cookies?" Deadpool crooned. "Honey you look so into the part you became the mask!"

Diana frowned, and she looked down to give him a weary look. She was almost as big as Colossus was to him, only she was a powerhouse of soft, warm blubber, not hard, cold metal.

She then pulled out her League communicator, and displayed the factory they were heading to. "The villain we face is based in this factory."

"I am always over a sweep of a factory!" Deadpool pranced along. "A little stab, a little shoot, just like HISHE's lawyer friendly cover of Shoop!"

Diana rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day. The things this man says...

"Well, since you are clearly not one for stealth, we are going to barge in there head-on." Diana was never hot on stealth anyway. She loved a good battle.

They soon arrived, and Deadpool agreed to go off to finish Bittersweet and Mandragora's goons, while Diana herself confronted the gang lords.

***

Diana's belly began rumbling even louder as Deadpool's bloody battle with the henchmen raged a floor below her. She grabbed a meaty roll from her belly uncomfortably, annoyed at her gluttony. However, it was then that she sniffed what her belly had already detected. And then her self control went out the window as she began waddling towards the source: a huge room full of already made desserts. Cookies, cakes, cupcakes...

Diana was drooling and rubbing her belly excitedly with both of her soft, meaty hands.

Maybe just a few bites...

A few bites, naturally, turned into a rampage as sweets were torn from their packaging and became part of Diana's ever expanding flab. Diana's greed consumed her as vigorously as she consumed her sweets...

Not too much time later, it was all gone, and Diana was lying on her back, massaging her heaving belly, so distended it threatened to rip her costume.

She drifted into unconsciousness, blissfully content with her meal.

When she awoke, she came to her senses and realized she was much fatter than she had been before she fell asleep.

"What's happened to me?!?!" Diana shrieked internally. Her thighs were monstrously round and a gap likely would never appear between those ham hocks again. Her belly oozed forward like how Niagra Falls' water overflowed its cliff. Her face had no shape, her arms had large creases. Her hands were puffy, her fingers thick sausages. She was even more morbidly obese than ever!

And she was also in the air, too.

She realized she was dangling over an empty vat of some sorts - and her heart melted and jumped when she saw a tied up Bruce at the bottom.

Huge, unbelieving eyes exploded out of Batman's mask as he took in the morbidly obese Amazonian princess. "As if she could look any better," he thought to himself as he took in her gigantic, flabby star-spangled ass.

"Filled up nicely, dear?" A voice called.

Diana looked to see the vast Bittersweet with her hands clasped, classic super villain style.

"If nothing else you've certainly filled out!"

Diana glared. This was the mastermind behind this fatty conspiracy! And why she was so fat now!

Well, part of why she was so fat now, she thought.

***

"I hope you've a little room for a dessert or two - it'll be your last!" Bittersweet cackled. "I knew you would try to sneak into my organization, hence why I arranged for this feast!"

Diana cursed herself as her belly rumbled at the word "feast".

"You see, I'm going to let you go into that vat, and you'll be all tied up with your little boyfriend in there," Diana met Bruce's eyes and blushed furiously, "Though he probably will die of suffocation from you taking up all the room!"

"You see, the feast you just had was full of so many extracts that induce lethargy that your super strength is now useless! You couldn't escape if you tried! But why would you when you could have the best death of all - death by gluttony!"

Diana frowned in confusion. Bittersweet continued, "I'm going to pour a jillion gallons of Passion Patty batter into your vat - my original, severely fattening recipe - from the bottom up. You can try to eat your way out, but it'll be too much and you'll both suffocate! And be out of my way for my cookie empire! And I'm sure I'll make a tidy profit making a cake out of you two for some alien race!"

Diana grimaced, partly because being trapped in a tight space with a huge amount to eat and Bruce was enticing to her.

She looked back down to Bruce. "If I land on you, I'm so.."

"It's fine," Bruce sighed. "It's fine", and he began bracing himself for the impact of his monstrously obese love.

"I'll leave you two alone now to enjoy your last little sweets!" Bittersweet crooned, and she waddled off.