Chapter 4 Cont.
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Nova Ranger steps out of the elevator on the 70th floor with seconds to spare. Her face is red as she sits down at her desk. Her stomach is still painfully full, the buttons of her slacks wrapped tightly around her. She hiccups and cringes at the smell of beef, onions and soda, wishing she had the time to brush her teeth. Maybe I can freshen up real quick… As she starts to stand, Liliane Shields steps out of her office. “After noon Miri, can I talk to you real quick.” Miri smiles at Shields as she stands. “Of course Ma’am.” What is this about? Miri follows her boss into her office, the door clicking shut behind her. Shields leans back against her desk, her arms folded across her small chest. “Miri, I understand you have been living almost in poverty for a while now, and I understand how poverty can affect how much you feel you need to eat when you finally get a chance, but you can’t take advantage of the free meal program like this again.” What! Shit she knows how much I pigged out at lunch? And you certainly did make a pig of yourself Miranda. Miri blushes furiously and tears appear in her eyes, ashamed of herself. “I-i’m sorry Ma’am! I.. I don’t know what came over me…” Miri fiddles with the hem of her unbuttoned blazer. “... I got a health shot at my appointment and…” “Ohhhhhh!” Shields pushes off the desk as she interrupts, her arms uncrossing as she smiles. “I completely forgot about that shot, how silly of me. That explains it then.” Shields looks at Miris small bulging belly, and blushes before looking back at Miri. “Forget I said anything, I understand now. How about you freshen up, then come back and we can start again like this conversation never happened.” Miri nods enthusiastically, relieved to be able to brush her teeth, washing away the greasy and salty aftertaste.
As Miri returns to her desk, her breath smelling minty fresh and with freshly applied deodorant, she stops and raises her eyebrows at the fresh bowl on her desk. It’s filled with grapes and apple slices. Her stomach rumbles seeing the new food. No! Ignore it, you don’t need any more food today! More food Miranda? How typical… She sits at her desk, pulling up her computer and starts to work again, going through the emails she missed at lunch. Her stomach rumbles, and she shifts uncomfortably as her pants press deep into her stomach. Ughhhh. Shields steps out of her office, strutting towards the exit. “I’ll be back, forward any calls to me. I should be back in 30 minutes or so.” Miri nods as Shields exits the glass doors. She glances at her work, then the unlocked door behind her. No, Not enough time to truly snoop, and you don't want to get caught on your first day. She turns back to her work, writing email after email, rearranging Shields schedule so that she can make all the new meetings. Her stomach growls, and she absently grabs a handful of grapes, eating them one by one. Her mothers voice disappears, and she sighs in relief. They’re healthy… A few more wont hurt. As she completes the repetitive work in front of her, she returns more and more often to the bowl of fruit on her desk.
Eventually Miri places her hand in the bowl, surprised to feel no more grapes or apple slices. She stares in shock at her empty hand. I ate the whole bowl! She grimaces and blushes, then moans as she feels her full stomach pressed against her slacks even worse. Oh man, this is awful. She moans as she stands, grabbing the bowl she heads to the break room, washing the bowl clean. Really you emptied the entire bowl fatty? She cringes at the voice in her head. Another secretary watches her from a small table, her lunch laid out in front of her. Miri smiles at the plump woman. “Hi! I’m Miri, Miss Shields' new secretary.” The woman nods, swallowing her bite of food. “Hello Miri, I’m Rebecca, welcome to the company!” Miri nods excitedly, and Miri’s stomach rumbles. She blushes as Rebecca smiles at her. “First day?” Miri nods, her face red. “Thought so, you're welcome to any food here that isn't marked with a name. There’s free drinks and snacks in the fridge as well. There’s some vending machines across the hall if you want a little treat. Ms. Shields makes sure her workers are taken care of.” As if you need anymore food piggy. Miri nods her thanks, leaving the bowl on the counter to dry as she walks back to her desk, working away.
By the time Shields comes back, Miri is feeling almost lightheaded, like she hasn't eaten all day. Her stomach rumbles and growls at her, slight cramps attacking her. I hope this ends soon, this is the most hungry i’ve ever been. Shields raises an eyebrow at her as she passes. “Any calls Miri?” Miri shakes her head. Shields shrugs her shoulders, the faintest hint of muscle underneath her gray blazer. “Can you bring me some green tea? No sugar. ” Miri nods and jumps to her feet. “Of course Ma’am.” Miri hurries to the break room again, and quickly finds what she needs. She starts brewing the tea and looks at the refrigerator. I shouldn't… she smacks her lips, realizing how dry her mouth is. I do need a drink though… She walks over to the fridge, opening it, she's surprised to see how well stocked it is. Her stomach grumbles, and she grabs another bowl of grapes. She eyes the only drink available, coke. Debating with herself, she grabs the sugary drink. She eats a few as she returns to the tea. Easily balancing Lilianes tea, her bowl of grapes, and her coke, she makes her way back to her desk. She places her snacks down, then knocks on Shields' door. The door opens and she places the tea down on Shields desk, who smiles up at her. “Thanks Miri. Today’s looking to be a long day, so I hope you didn’t have any plans.” Nova suppresses a groan. The gym is going to be super late tonight I guess. Miri shakes her head. “No Ma’am, I’m ready to work. Liliane's smile grows. “Good! Let's get to it.”
Miri groans as she rubs her eyes, glaring at the clock. It's 9pm… How is there still work? She yawns as she looks at her table, grimacing a little bit. Several empty coke cans liter her desk. Why are they so good? Her fifth bowl of grapes lay empty on her desk, and her stomach still hurts with hunger. As packed as it feels, it still demands more from her. No more! I don't care how hungry it thinks it is. You ate so much today Miranda, and you're still hungry. Nova grimaces as her mothers voice comes back, taunting her. She wipes her face with a napkin, making sure there's no grape skin left on her lips. She stands, gathering her trash and takes it to the breakroom, no other offices have their lights on. She sighs as throws away her trash, and cleans her bowl. Returning to her desk, she sees that Shields is closing her office door, a purse around her shoulders. “Great work today Miri, you did excellent for your first day.” Miri smiles tiredly and nods, fighting back a yawn. “Thank you Ma’am.” Shields nods and starts walking towards the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow at 4am again, tomorrow the real work begins. Have a good night!” Real work? My mind already feels like it's moving through syrup! She groans as she bends over, picking up her purse. As she walks towards the elevator she yawns. I’m too tired for the gym tonight… I can go tomorrow! Sure you will Miranda. She nods, heading for her car.
Her car is one of the last ones in the garage, and she almost weeps for joy when it starts on the first try. Yawning, she leaves the garage, the security guard waving her through without speaking to her. As Miri opens the door to her apartment, her stomach rumbles as she smells a delicious aroma meet her nose, over the smell of cigarettes and body odor. “Mmmmm what smells so good?” She kicks her shoes off, not even bothering to arrange them as she walks barefooted towards the kitchen, the wood floor sticky to her bare feet. Two large chicken breasts sit on the stove, covered with a note on them. Her mouth waters as she picks up the note. “Thanks for the ride, sorry we couldn't work out tonight. I cooked some of your chicken for you as I know you would be hungry. Hope your first day went well - Sunny” Miri almost cries in relief, and she quickly cuts the chicken into large bites, eating them quickly. She doesn't even sit down or move them to a plate, she's so hungry. Miri lets out a small burp, and blushes in embarrassment. Getting a hold of herself, she heads to the bathroom, stripping. She stares in disgust at her small food baby. Her olive skin is tight against her belly, which has angry red lines from where her slacks wrapped tight around it. She presses a finger against her stomach, grimacing as the packed belly feels like a brick against her finger. I am never eating like that again. She yawns again as gets in the shower, she yelps as the cold water hits her skin. I put it on hot! She jumps out, waiting for the water to get hot, but it never does. She grits her teeth and hops in the cold shower, teeth chattering as she quickly rinses off. “Brrr!” She wraps herself in towels as she dries off, brushing her teeth again. She sighs in relief as she lays down in bed, and quickly falls asleep, her mothers voice still nagging at her.
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
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Chapter 5
Nova Ranger snorts awake as her alarm turns on for the third time. She slaps her hand over, missing the snooze button by a mile. She snorts and groans as she finally comes awake, the shrill sound finally breaking through her unconscious mind. Yawning, she stretches and scratches her abs as she sits up, her other hand rubbing her eyes. What time is it? The sun has yet to rise, leaving her bedroom in darkness. Nova grimaces as the light of her wrist computer comes on, piercing her eyes. “Shit!” Nova leaps out of bed in a panic, racing to her dresser she starts grabbing her work clothes. “Shit shit shit!” Its 3 fucking 30 am! I have to be at work at 4! She pulls a to large gray bra and straps it around her small perky breasts, then pulls a white pair of panties up her muscular thighs and crotch, nearly ripping it in her haste to get dressed. Next she pulls on a tight black pencil dress with a white cross V-neck, showing every muscular curve of her body. I can still make it! I can brush my teeth and apply deodorant at work! She grabs her purse and throws her door open, yelping in surprise as her roommate Sunny stands in front of her, her hand raised to knock. “Jesus!” Miri shouts, bringing a hand to her chest as Nova falls into her roll expertly. Sunny laughs nervously, her smile strained. “Sorry! I was just making sure you were awake!” Miri brings her hand down, a slight tremble running through her strong arm. “Sorry Sunny! A minute earlier and you would have woken me up, thanks for looking out… Do you need a ride?” Sunny smiles and nods “If you don’t mind… I made breakfast burritos as payment! Do you want some?” Miris stomach growls and she grimaces. Miri shakes her head anyway, stepping around Sunny so that she can put her shoes on. “Sorry but no time to eat… I'll pick something up at work.” Sunny follows after her, dressed in her stained Macburger uniform, already ready for work. “That's the beauty of burritos! Easily transportable, I'll pack you some so you don't have to spend money on breakfast!” Shit I forgot about having no money. Acting poor fucking sucks!
Miri looks over her shoulders at the large woman and smiles as she walks into the living room, pulling her heels on her feet. “Thanks Sunny, I would love that. Oh, and thank you for cooking dinner for me last night. I was starving when I got home and fell right asleep afterwards.” Sunny smiles and nods. “No problem Miri! I love cooking, so it was my pleasure. It’s so nice being able to cook for someone other than myself!” Miri smiles. Yeah it certainly shows you love to cook, fatass. “I'll go ahead and start up the car.” Sunny nods and heads to the kitchen. Miri steps outside, shivering as the cold morning air hits her. Should have grabbed my jacket, but it’s back in my room and I don't have time! Goosebumps rising up her arms, she quickly unlocks her car and yanks on the driver's door. The door groans as it opens, and Miri sighs as she sits. Please please please start! She takes a deep breath and turns the key. A key! In twenty forty fucking one! The starter turns and turns, but the engine doesn't catch. “No!” She tries again, and yells in relief when it starts. “Yes!” The car sputters as it slowly warms up, and Miri rubs her arms, trying to bring some warmth into them. First thing I'm doing with my paycheck is fixing the heater. Sunny shuffles out a second later, with a stained jacket on. Sunny huffs as she sits in the car, her face red from her almost jogging the 10 feet as the car sags slightly on the passenger side. “Brrr! It's cold!” Nova nods as she backs out onto the road, wrinkling her nose as she smells the faint scent of cigarettes radiating from Sunny. Racing down the street, praying not to get pulled over, Miri’s stomach growls again and Sunny chuckles at the sound. You fat Bitch! Sunny rummages in her backpack that sits on her large thighs, pressing against her rotund stomach. “Here you go!” Sunny extends a chubby arm, holding a burrito wrapped in foil in her chubby hands. Oh does the little piggy want to eat already? Miri’s mouth waters and her stomach rumbles with a vengeance. I really shouldn’t, there's free fruit at work! Nova gets a whiff of egg and something more, and her stomach starts to rumble angrily. Fine! One burrito! “Thanks Sunny!” Miri wraps her hand around the offered burrito, and carefully takes a bite, not wanting to spill any on her dress. She almost moans in pleasure as she takes a small bite, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head in pleasure. Whooooaaa! The fluffy eggs and tortilla are delicious, and there's a mix of potato and some meat of some kind covered in an amazing sauce. Miri swallows the amazing first bite. “Wow Sunny, this is amazing! What's in this!” Miri takes another bite as Sunny giggles. “Oh just eggs, spinach, potatoes, chorizo, and some sauces I make in my freetime.” Miri actually moans in pleasure this time with her third bite, her whole body warming in delight at the amazing thing in her hands and mouth.
By the time Miri is pulling up into her works garage just a few minutes later, she has finished her burrito, Miri actually pouts when she realizes it's all gone and her mothers voice returns. One not enough for you? Miri glances at the clock as she pulls up to the security guard. 3:54am, Just made it! Do not let that happen again you fucking idiot. The security guard bends down, smiling as he waves at the two women. “Morning Miri, Sunny!” “Morning…” Dave? Dan? “Dan!” The man smiles, so she must have gotten it right. “Running late! Sorry, no time to chat!” Dan smiles and nods, waving them through as the gate opens. Miri sighs in relief as she pulls into her spot, next to her boss's car. Sunny smiles and hands Miri a gallon sized bag with 4 Burritos. Are you going to eat all of them Miranda? Miri smiles at her roommate and nods her thanks. “Got to go Sunny! Thanks for breakfast! Running late!” Sunny steps out of Miris way as Miri jogs to the entrance. Miri steps off the elevator on the 70th floor just as 4am rolls around. She sits at her desk, her burritos stuffed into her purse, as her boss steps out of her office. “Good morning Miri, you look nice.” Miri smiles and nods. “Thank you Ma’am, you do as well.” And the worst part is, she does. Shields is wearing a smart black blazer with a white shirt underneath and some designer wide-leg white pants. Shields black heels give her a little bit of extra height. Shield’s silky blonde hair has some soft highlights running through it, like she just got it done professionally. Shields smiles at Miri. “Be ready in 10 or so minutes, we need to go down to the archives today.” Wow, I thought I was going to have to sneak in there. Miri nods and smiles. “Alright Ma’am, do I need to bring anything?” Shields shakes her head as she opens her office door. “Just your computer, maybe something to drink as well.” Then she closes the door. Miri sighs and stands. Her eyes are dragged to the 4 burritos stuffed in her purse. Shaking her head she picks them up and brings them to the break room, writing her name on them she puts them in the fridge, then grabs a coke for later. If I need a little pick me up. She hurries to the restroom and brushes her teeth and applies her cheap deodorant, cringing when she realizes how little she has left. She tenses one arm in the air still, as she realizes she didn’t shower this morning like she always does. And I forgot to ask Sunny about the hot water.
Miri wrinkles her nose and sniffs her armpit, relieved she only smells the slightest hint of sweat. I still feel grimey though. Ughhhh! From now on I'm setting more alarms. She returns to her desk as Shields steps out of her office. “Ready Miri?” Miri nods, placing her coke in her purse. Shields smiles. “Good! Keep up!” No problem there. Miri trails after Shields like her shadow, sticking close to her boss. Shields presses the 40th floor, and they stand in silence as they move down. “Feeling any more adverse effects Miri? From the shot?” Miri shakes her head, the ravaging hunger she felt yesterday seems to be a distant memory, her normal hunger back to where it's always at. “No Ma’am, not since yesterday.” She blushes as Shields turns and stares at her, her boss's blue eyes soft. “Are you certain Nova?” Nova gasps, a panic rising in her throat! What! Who is this! Shields eyes flash purple and Nova starts to raise her fist as she freezes, unable to move or even to pull her green eyes from Shields purple eyes. “You haven't been feeling even A LITTLE LETHARGIC piggy?” The elevator door opens and Miri yawns into her hand, her eyes burning with fatigue. Shields turns and stares at Miri, her blue eyes soft. “Trouble sleeping Miri?” I must be more tired than I thought! Maybe I do have some drowsiness from the shot. “Sorry Ma’am, maybe the shot is still having an effect on me.” Shields smiles softly, her eyes concerned. “ It certainly didn't help that we worked so late last night, I'm sorry about that. Do you think you can handle this today?” Miri shrugs, fighting another yawn. “It’s no problem Ma’am, I’ve got this.” Shields smiles, and steps out of the elevator, forcing Miri to follow. Employees wave at Shields as she walks by, and Miri is surprised to see she knows almost everyone's name and something about them. They get waylaid several times by employees, asking Shields about her weekend or her plans for next week. How are people chirpy before 5am? Miri almost yawns again, and she thinks about the coke in her purse. As soon as we get settled I'm drinking that. Miri’s mouth waters, imagining the sugary drink. She feels a slight headache start to build in her brain, pulsing outward. From my drowsiness and all these chipper fuckers no doubt.
Miri almost sighs in relief when Shields leads her to a small office in the back, with large servers taking up the majority of the room. Jackpot! Shields takes a seat and gestures for Miri to sit as well. Miri sits beside Shields, her headache growing. Shields sets her own wrist computer down and opens it. “Once I get connected I'll send you half of the files to look through and I'll take the other half.” “What are we looking for Ms. Shields?” Shields sighs and rubs her temples. “Did you hear about the rogue robots last week?” Miri nods, looking concerned. Oh yes I certainly did. “I did! I was so glad to hear no one got injured!” Shields nods. “Yes, it was a miracle, but yesterday I was made aware that we had been providing updates for over 80% of the rogue robots, so we need to go through several thousand pages of changes and updates to see if we spot anything that can lead back to us.” Hmmm trying to cover this up? Shields rubs her eyes. “We already informed the FBI, but I hope we can say we didn't find anything.” Damn. Miri shrugs and puts her wrist computer on the desk. She pulls her coke out, opening the bottle she takes a sip, the sugary drink fizzing on her tongue. Her headache seems to recede as she drinks it.
The shot of sugar and caffeine provide her a much needed energy burst. Shields sends the files, and Miri's crappy computer struggles as it downloads them. Her first file opens and Miri digs in, verifying what the tech said was done matches what was actually done. It's slow laborious work, and Miri finds herself yawning more and more as time goes on. Shields says nothing as she works, leaving the two to work in silence, interrupted only by the occasional rumbling of Miris stomach as the minutes tick by. She finishes her coke, wishes she had another as she feels another wave of fatigue crash upon her. After another rumble in Miri's stomach, Shields finally says something. “Miri be a dear and grab us some snacks from the break room down the hall. I need to go take care of something. Can’t go an hour without snacking Miranda? Shields stands and walks out the door. Miri stands more slowly, eying the server as she banishes the voice from her head. Should I look for a place to install the tool Fuentes gave me? Best chance is probably now. Miri stands and walks to the server farm, aware that there are no cameras in here, she finds a port near one of the servers that would be hard to see unless you really looked for it, and flips a hidden device out of her purse. She plugs the small drive into the server, the protocols making it start to download everything it can fit and making sure the drive looks like a simple cover on a port instead of a drive. She walks back to her computer. On her calendar, which is linked to the drive, a new meeting had been added three days from now. Holy shit that's a lot of data. She locks her computer then exits, walking towards the break room. She finds it easily and grimaces to see the snacks here are even less healthy then on the top floor. At least they have nuts I guess. How much is enough for two people for several hours? Did Shields eat breakfast? At the thought of breakfast Miri remembers her burritos upstairs and her mouth waters as her stomach rumbles. Sighing, Miri makes a large plate of snacks, adding tons of nuts, crackers, and chocolate pretzels. She tilts her head, then adds more chocolate. She grabs a six pack of soda, imagining her boss might want some.
Miri returns to the small room, setting the large plate of snacks and sodas down. She sits back behind her computer and gets back to work. By the second sheet she has already started snacking, the salty snacks make her thirsty and she opens another soda, relishing this new taste. By the fifth sheet, Shields walks back in, sitting next to Miri again. Shields never touches the pile of snacks or grabs a soda, but Miri never notices. When it's time for lunch, Shield stretches and stands. “That's enough for today Miri. Enjoy your lunch, meet me back upstairs afterwards.” Miri nods and stands, pulling napkins out of her purse, she wipes her hands, grimacing at the salt and melted chocolate on them. She looks at the empty platter and grimaces. Did we really eat all that? She picks up the six empty cans, stacking them on the tray. She grabs her purse and the trash, her mind already imagining Sunny’s burritos she's about to have for lunch. She yawns again, feeling her headache start to build again. Maybe I'll have another soda with the burritos… Then hit the gym really hard tonight. Nodding to herself, Miri throws her trash away, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, not even noticing the salt and chocolate she spreads on her hand.
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Scarlet Warden whimpers in her sleep, the large muscular woman thrashes and turns in her cold, soaked bed, her little accidents having long since cooled down as the night progressed. Finally, Scarlet groans as she awakens, feeling like she got no sleep at all. She rubs her eyes in confusion. Did I sweat all night? I'm soaked… She sniffs, and freezes in horror. No! I didn't… She rips the blankets off herself and stares down in horror. Her blankets are soaked in her own urine. I… I wet the bed… Her lower lip trembles and tears build in her eyes. She jumps out of her wet bed and smashes her night stand. Her wounded arm protests, but follows her directions. Snarling in rage, tears falling down her cheeks, Scarlet Warden smashes her bed, as if she can destroy the evidence. As her rage builds, her lighting extends out of her, the red energy crackling as she snaps one finger, destroying a table in a small explosion, wooden splinters flying across the room. “Fuuuuuuck!” Scarlet screams as she smashes her fist against the wall, cracking the concrete, the slight pain feeling better than the embarrassment of wetting the bed.
Her rage and tears finally easing away, Scarlet Warden stands panting in her bedroom. Her short scarlet hair sticking every which way from rolling in her sleep. Her large breasts heave up and down as she pants, her perky nipples hard in the cold air. Her neck bulges with muscles, veins showing on her forehead and neck. Scarlet takes a deep breath, cringing at the smell of urine. My urine… She feels her sticky thighs and legs and cringes, finally realizing she's still covered in her own piss. Blushing, she races to her shower and hops in the steaming hot water, not even caring about the stitches in her bicep. She moans in pleasure as the hot water cleans her, and she vigorously scrubs herself with a sponge and soap.
Feeling vaguely human again, Scarlet steps out of the shower, and her bladder immediately twinges violently, making her ache. She gasps as she sits down on the toilet, letting another steady stream of piss go. Scarlet groans, the pain in her bladder fading almost as soon as it arrived, making her shiver in delight. She stands, her legs shaking and braces herself against the sink as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her stern gray eyes look slightly wild, and her cheeks are still red with embarrassment. Scarlet stops chewing her lower lip, not even aware she was doing it until she saw her reflection. “The doctor comes today… she can figure out what's wrong… and fix it.” Scarlet nods, then pushes herself away from the sink. Rolling her shoulders back, making herself look more confident then she feels, she gets dressed.
Scarlet straps on a new breastplate over her new golden flight suit. She rolls her injured arm, confident it can hold up in a fight. Taking a deep breath, she steps out of her room. Anyone looking at Scarlet wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but Scarlet feels different. More fragile maybe? She marches towards her office, her steps slowing as she sees Beatrice working away. She saw me piss myself… Scarlet's cheeks flush, and she can barely meet Beatrice's eyes. “Good Morning Scarlet! How are you today?” Scarlet blushes, remembering waking up soaked in her own urine. “Not so great…” She admits, finally making herself look at Beatrice. Beatrice looks at Scarlet in concern, her eyes large as she slowly nods. “Can I… do anything to help?” Scarlet gestures towards her office and Beatrice nods, standing. She opens the door for Scarlet and closes the door behind them and locks it while Scarlet sits at her desk. Scarlet rubs her temples, already feeling her headache come back. “May I massage you Scarlet?” Scarlet shakes her head. I'm not ready to tell her I wet my bed and need new furniture. The thought of lying to Beatrice crosses her mind, but then it wouldn't be taken care of as delicately. “Has Fuentes had time to look at the metal and blade that I brought back?” Funny way of saying stabbed and almost pierced by shrapnel. Beatrice nods. “I gave her both pieces last night after you went to bed, and she said she hopes to have a report for you by noon.” Scarlet glances at her desk computer and nods. Only 8am.
“Has Dr. Shaw arrived yet?” This time Beatrice smiles and nods. “She did, I met her this morning and told her you would like to see her right away… I told her about your stab wound, nothing about the other… issues you've been having.” Scarlet feels immense relief at Beatrice's discretion, and feels tears of gratitude building before ruthlessly crushing them down again. “Thank you, for last night… and for your discretion Beatrice.” Beatrice beams at Scarlet, her tan face filled with gratitude at the praise. “Can you send her a message that I'm on my way.” Scarlet stands while Beatrice nods, already typing a message. Scarlet blushes furiously and stares over her secretary, unable to look at her as she admits what happened last night. “One more thing… I um. I need a new bed… and um blankets… it needs to be discreet.” Beatrice stops typing and slowly looks up, her face calm but concerned.” “I… see Scarlet. Don't worry about it, I'll have it taken care of.” Scarlet nods, chewing on her lower lip. Beatrice leaves, and Scarlet follows a few moments later, walking towards the medical center.
Once again Scarlets steps slow as she nears the room for her appointment, her palms start sweating and she swallows. A bit of fear rising in her throat. You have to tell her everything! Or you won't get better. Scarlet steadies her nerves, and steps into the new Doctors office. Dr. Shaw stands up behind the desk, a tall and skinny woman. Definitely a runner. Her brown hair has streaks of gray and is cut short, just past her ears. Her face is lined with a few wrinkles and laugh lines around her hazel eyes and mouth. She offers her hand to Scarlet who returns the shake. Dr. Shaw's hands are small but well calloused and steady. The doctor sits, and Scarlet sits as well. “It's a pleasure to be here, Scarlet Warden! I've heard so many good things about the Order of Judgement and I'm happy to be here. I would like to say I was so sorry to hear what has happened to Steel Ox and Moon Raven, I know we will rescue them soon.” A lump forms in Scarlet's throat and her eyes burn, but once again she crushes her emotions down, revealing nothing to the outside world. She nods instead. “We are glad to have you Dr. Shaw, you come highly recommended. I have to ask, where did you hear about our captured team members? We haven't released that to the press yet.” Dr. Shaw smiles slightly. “I was read in by Ms. Fuentes when I arrived, as she thought I might need to know in the event that I was needed for an emergency.” Scarlet grimaces. Of course, you should have known that if you weren't falling apart. Scarlet nods slowly and Dr. Shaw’s smile grows. “Now! What can I do for you? Your secretary Beatrice told me you were stabbed, and I can see the stitches from here on your sexy bicep.” Scarlet is taken aback by the forthcoming doctor. Is she coming onto me? Isn't she wearing a ring? Dr. Shaw has a large grin on her face, and Scarlet slowly smiles, feeling more at ease. Her grin dies as she thinks about the issues bringing her here.
Scarlet swallows, and tells the doctor her problems. About the mood swings since her teammates were captured. The crying and emotions bubbling beneath the surface. About how her bladder had been on a hair trigger, fine one second, ready to burst the next. Dr. Shaw remains quiet while Scarlet speaks, her face professionally serious as she nods along. Scarlet's fist clenches so tightly as she speaks her nails dig into her palms, almost drawing blood. “And this morning… I woke up covered in my own urine… I wet the bed…” Dr. Shaw’s face does not betray what she's thinking as she finally nods and writes some notes down, leaving Scarlet panting in her chair and sweating from recounting her last week. “Okay Scarlet, for one, nothing you told me was something you need to be embarrassed about. You just went through an extremely traumatic event that ended with two of your friends missing, with no idea what is happening to them. No wonder your emotions feel out of order and close to the surface. Two, and this is a little more concerning, but several things you said stood out to me about your fights with the Fixer that worry me, and think they may be connected to your bladder issues.” Scarlet freezes, her breath stuck in her lungs. What! The Fixer? My bladder? “Breathe Scarlet!” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath, then lets it out slowly. Dr. Shaw looks at her, concerned. “With your recent fight with her, you mentioned your stab wound felt like it was burning, then spreading to your whole body, then it stopped, correct?” Scarlet frowns and nods. “And in your first fight, Nova said you froze while Fixer talked to you, and you don't remember what she said. There one moment then gone the next right?” Confused where she was going with this, Scarlet nods. Dr. Shaw takes a deep breath then nods to herself. “You and Ms. Fuentes think that The Fixer has incredible speed, correct?” Scarlet nods, her brain still trying to figure out where she's going with this. “I think The Fixer injected you with something that first fight, and there was something similar in the blade you were stabbed with last night. Shortly after each event, you had issues with your bladder, your emotions, or both.” Scarlet starts breathing rapidly, her breaths too short to get enough air to her brain. Her vision pulls back until she can barely see as she panics. A calm voice finally penetrates her awareness. “Breathe Scarlet! Deep breaths! Breathe with me Scarlet.” Slowly, Scarlet is able to control her breathing.
There’s something inside of me! Something the Fixer put in me! She crushes the first signs of panic and stares at the doctor's calm eyes, anchoring her to this moment. “What do we do?” Dr. Shaw pinches the bridge of her nose. “We run some tests to see if my hypothesis is correct. On you and the blade.” Scarlet nods. “Fuentes is already running them on the blade now.” “Good! I also want to check your wound, and while we are running the test we can speak of symptom management.” Scarlet nods and stands with the doctor, following her into the next room.
Dr. Shaw stands in the middle of a room surrounded by medical machines. “Alright Scarlet let's start with the basics. Please strip to your underwear. Unconcerned with her nudity, and proud of her body, she quickly strips from her uniform and armor. Standing at 6’9”, Scarlet's muscles make her look like an Amazon goddess. “Wow, my wife would love you!” Scarlet barks out a laugh before putting a serious face back on. Dr. Shaw has her step on a scale. “Hmmm 6’9” and 230lbs. You, Scarlet, are in excellent physical shape, even for a Super.” Scarlet nods, then runs through several other tests that Dr. Shaw devises. She finally injects something into Scarlet's abdomen, near her bladder, and has her sit as a machine seemingly tracks the injections. “This will just map out some of the actions going around your bladder. They are pretty much tiny computers and cameras that report back to this machine.” She also has Scarlet drink some water with microscopic trackers in it, wanting to see how quickly it passes through her. “While we wait, let's speak of some symptom management.” Scarlet slowly nods. “For your emotions, I'm no therapist, but I think occasionally letting out more than just your rage would be beneficial.” Scarlet starts to open her mouth but Dr.Shaw keeps talking. “I'm not talking about whenever you feel them, let them out. But rather, when you're alone or with people you're comfortable with, try letting them out, not crushed down inside of you.”
Scarlet slowly nods. That… makes sense I guess… “Now… for your bladder problem, this might be harder to deal with.” Scarlet feels her palms get clammy, and she wipes them on the bed, her mouth suddenly dry. “If what I'm seeing is correct, your bladder is significantly weakened, and may even be a little smaller than the average size…” “What!” Scarlet yells, just barely keeping her powers in check. “Wha…why… how is that possible?” Dr. Shaw looks angry and a little unsure. “I have no idea, but I think it's something the Fixer did. Nothing I've ever seen should be causing this to happen… The only good news I can see is it doesn't appear to be getting worse at the moment… But I want to track it over time, so I'll need to see you every week for these tests.” Scarlet chews her lower lip, her fear close to the surface. What did Fixer do? And what does she gain by making my bladder worse? Humiliation? She shudders, shaking her head in disgust, a small part of her reminding Scarlet how exciting it was watching her criminal piss herself.
“Wh-what about managing it? I can't go fighting crime if I need to piss every hour.” Dr. Shaw stares seriously at Scarlet Warden, her fingers tapping her clipboard before she nods. “Super absorbent polymer underwear is my recommendation.” Scarlet stares at Dr. Shaw, uncomprehending. Dr. Shaw looks uncomfortable, and averts her eyes as she sighs. “Padded underwear to absorb any accidents.” “What!” Scarlet explodes off the bed onto her feet, her lightning crackling around her as she paces. “No! Fuck no! I don’t need fucking diapers! What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't fight crime in a diaper.” She paces, her whole body trembling in outrage and embarrassment. She stops, her mouth open as her bladder starts to twinge, making her release her powers. Scarlet whimpers, her eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. She blushes deeply as she looks at Dr. Shaw. “I… I have to go.” Dr. Shaw nods and points at a door. What if I held it instead? Trained my bladder back up. Scarlet asks as much, as she squeezes her legs together tightly. Dr. Shaw grimaces, shaking her head. “As your doctor I can't recommend that Scarlet.” Scarlet clenches her thighs tighter, dancing from foot to foot as the pain in her bladder grows by the second. “Holding in your urine for too long can be dangerous, it can lead to a burst bladder in severe cases, or a weakening of your normal bladder control.” Scarlet whimpers and nods, tears growing in her eyes as she steps awkwardly to the door. She sighs in relief as she sits on the toilet just beyond the door, a pleasurable shiver running up her spine as the pain fades as she relieves herself. Scarlet sits on the toilet, her tears falling freely as she thinks, her elbows on her muscular thighs and her face in her strong hands. It's going to be so embarrassing if anyone finds out… Scarlet Warden in diapers. Another shudder of pleasure travels through her and she almost moans. The Diapered Warden. She moans and presses her legs together , trying to ignore the electric feeling in her pussy at the embarrassing image it conjures. She wipes her tears and cleans herself, stepping dejectedly back into the room. Dr. Shaw stands compassionately silent. Scarlet Warden clenches her fist and stares at the Doctor. “O-okay… I'll wear the… padded underwear.” A shock of pleasure runs through her body at her acceptance, quickly forgotten in her embarrassment. Dr. Shaw nods “I'm sorry Scarlet, but it's the only thing I can think of while I study this more. I promise, no one will notice you wearing them, and I will figure this out.” Scarlet chews on her lower lip and nods.
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Nova Ranger finishes off her third burrito. She sits in the break room on the 70th floor as she takes another sip of her soda, washing down the taste of Sunnys amazing cooking. How is she so good at cooking? Miri wipes her lips clean of the grease with a greasier napkin. Miri blushes as she hiccups, glad no one is around to hear her. Okay… no more, I'll save the last one for dinner. She nods to herself, and sadly puts the last burrito away. She finishes her can of soda, grateful for the energy boost it's provided and chucks it in the trash. Her tiny belly sticks out against her skin tight pencil dress. This morning, her abs were well defined under the dress, easily noticeable as she moved. Now, after her large lunch and hours of snacking, her stomach bulges out slightly in one tight bulge. Miri washes her hands absently, her hunger finally sated. Back to work I guess. Oh shit! Need to hydrate for the gym today! She finds a cup and fills it to the brim with water, then returns to her desk in front of Lilliane Shields office. Miri begins catching up on the work she missed while going through all the documents with Shields. Several minutes later, Ms. Shields comes through the glass door, waving to Miri. “Hey Miri, how was lunch?” Miri smiles at her boss. “It was great! How was yours?” Shields smiles as she saunters towards her office. “It was good. Hey! Are you able to come to soccer practice on Saturday?” Hmmm sure. Miri nods, smiling. “I wouldn't miss it!” Shields smiles, her blue eyes soft. “Great! Practice is at noon at the park behind the building.” Miri makes a note in her calendar as Shields closes her door. And I can grab the hard drive afterwards.
Miri returns to work, taking a few small sips of water as she works. An hour later, her headache growing and her eyes straining from staring at her screen, she grabs another soda. She sighs in delight as the sugary carbonated drink instantly drives her headache away, and she blushes as she lets out a tiny burp. “Ex *hic* scuse me!” Miri leans back in her chair, stretching her back and pushing her tiny belly full of food out in front of her. She lets out a little yawn and rubs her eyes. So tired today, I must not have gotten much sleep. She returns to her work, just as Shields steps out of her office. “Let's call it a day Miri, great work today! I'll see you bright and early tomorrow.” Miri almost sighs in relief, her brain feeling the strain from fatigue and staring at a screen all day. I've never used my computer this much before… “Alright Ms. Shields, have a good day!” Shields nods and smiles, strolling out of her office. I guess I can use the gym now. I'll check with the fat ass if she wants to go. She sends a quick message, letting Sunny know she's heading to the gym. Miri grabs her bag then heads to the elevator. Miri walks by the break room then stops, her belly rumbling. I need a little extra energy for the gym… She smacks her lips and grabs her burrito from the fridge, taking a bite of the cold food. She moans as the cold eggs slide down her throat, not even caring if it would be better warm. Finishing the burrito, her stomach grumbles, happily full, and she blushes. There! Now I don't need dinner!
Miri enters the gym, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees the facility for the first time. Wow! It's actually not half bad for a corporate gym. She frowns, eying the large number of people. Really busy though. She walks to the women's locker room, and grabs her workout clothes from her bag. She takes her pencil dress off, revealing her well sculpted body. Her muscles are well defined, her gymnast body wouldn't be out of place on an Olympian. She smiles as she admires herself in the mirror, and smirks inwardly when several ladies look at her with jealousy. You'll never be as fit as me bitches! Her smile falters a little when her eyes gaze at her belly. I… I have a belly again! She pokes her abs, swollen outward from all the food she ate today. At least it's not as bad as yesterday… But youll just eat more and more Miranda! She grimaces at the nagging voice, and ties her silky smooth blonde hair into a ponytail, noticing her roots are starting to show her natural brown again. I wonder how much a hard stylist actually costs? She shrugs and pulls her cheap yoga pants on, her ass and thighs looking great in them. Then she pulls on a cheap gray T-shirt, wishing she had her brand name clothes instead of this shit. She puts on her cheap sneakers, cringing as she feels how uncomfortable they are compared to her shoes back at the Order. Has it really been a week since I worked out? I think that's the longest I've gone since middle school… She's ripped from her musings as Sunny walks in nervously. Sunny smiles as she sees Miri and hustles over to her, Sunny's face red. “Hi Miri!” Sunny throws her arms around Miri and Nova struggles to keep a smile on. The fat woman smells of Macburger, cigarettes, and pungent sweat. Miris mouth water at the smell of burgers and she wrinkles her nose at the others. Sunny's chubby arms are wrapped around Miri, pulling Miri into her bulk. Miri hesitantly returns the hug, her muscular arms sinking into Sunny's back fat. Nova almost cringes as she feels Sunny's immense warmth and sweat. Nova suppresses a shudder as a bolt of pleasure expands outward from her core. What! No! It's been so long since I've fucked something. Yeah… Miris' heart races and butterflies flutter in her stomach. Her face flushes as Sunny pulls back, smiling at Miri. “Wow you smell good Miri! Like lilacs!” Sunny blushes and looks away. “Give me a second to get changed?” Not trusting herself to speak, Miri smiles and nods. If Sunny is aware of the effect she is having on Miri, she doesn't let on. Miri sits down as Sunny claims a locker, pulling workout clothes out of her bag. What the fuck? I like super models… and muscular women… not pigs… The pig in question pulls her shirt off, revealing a chubby pale torso. Her large breasts jiggle as Sunny strips, her bra digging into her back fat. Her pale belly folds over itself as Sunny huffs and bends, and her chubby arms jiggle as she moves, revealing a bit of black armpit hair. Miri swallows, a heat burning hotter in her core. No! She can't rip her eyes away as Sunny pulls her black pants off, revealing a large pale ass, with cellulite and angry red stretch marks. Her large thighs turn into large calves, just pounds away from turning into cankles. Miri blushes and rips her eyes away from the huffing pear-shaped woman. Staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks are deep red, and she realizes she's biting her lip. Fuck… I want to fuck Sunny. She shakes her head, frowning at herself for that awful thought. The piggy wants to fuck another piggy Miranda? How original.
She closes her eyes and breathes in and out, pushing her arousal down and her mothers voice, fighting a yawn. I need to work out, like now. Miri startles when a hand touches her shoulder, her eyes flying open. “Sorry Miri!” Miri smiles up at Sunny, who smiles down at her. Miri smiles and shakes her head as she stands. Sunny is wearing a large black t-shirt, that is several sizes too large, looking baggy even on the large woman. Her bottom is covered by cheap yoga pants, slightly too small for her, causing her pear-shaped body to bulge in strange ways that do even stranger things to Miris heart. Miri bites her inner cheek and forces a smile on her face as her thought race. Why do I find this hot! I… I need to touch myself later, I've just been pent up. “Ready to get started Sunny?” Sunny smiles, her plump lips curving upwards. Sunny nods, her double chin becoming more prominent for a second. “Yup!” Sunny blushes again. “I… I haven't worked out in a few years.” Sunny plays with the bottom of her shirt nervously. “You'll have to help me remember what to do.” Miri smiles and lightly touches Sunny's shoulder, her hard hands pressing into the soft fat. Wow, so soft… Miri blushes and stares into Sunny's blue eyes. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” Sunny smiles nervously. “I just don't want to get embarrassed, you know? Fat girl at a gym you know?” Well you are a fat girl, you don’t belong here. Miri smiles instead. “I understand, we'll take it slow.” Sunny nods and they head out to the gym.
Miri walks confidently, her shoulders back and her powerful legs carrying her easily into her domain. Sunny takes small steps behind her, trying to make herself look smaller and nervously looks around. Her confidence seems to grow as she realizes no one is looking at her, only focused on their own workouts. Sunny also sees that there's some other larger women and she starts to smile. Miri sees the other large people in the gym and inwardly scoffs. Just go on a diet fatties, the gym is for real athletes. Miri leads Sunny to an elliptical. She demonstrates how to use it to Sunny, explaining the benefits for someone working out for the first time in a long time. Miri effortlessly runs a bit, before stepping off. Sunny smiles nervously and steps on, slowly getting into the rhythm of walking. Miri stares at Sunny's fat ass as it jiggles in front of her. Left right left. She swallows and looks back at Sunny's face. “W-what did you say?” Sunny smiles, sweat already starting to bead down her red chubby face. After 30 seconds? “I said you can work out on my own if you want… I can come find you when I'm ready to try something new.” Miri nods, her cheeks still red. “Alright Sunny, I'll be over there.” She points at an empty squat rack and Sunny nods.
Miri acts as normally as she can as she walks away from Sunny. Why is she suddenly affecting me like this? I really need to touch myself or find an easy lay… Miri loads up the squat rack, then curses to herself. I forgot I can't do my normal workout… I never forget when I'm in character… She takes off quite a bit of weight, hoping anyone who saw her thought she just absentmindedly loaded up to many plates. She warms up on a super light bar, only 145lbs. My normal warm up is 300lbs…. She suppresses a sigh as she works out, unable to take her mind off Sunny and her strange arousal, unable to banish her mothers nagging voice like she usually can when she works out. Miri finds she can't relax in this gym, still having to play a character around all these people. When she works out at home, she falls into a rhythm, her mind and body one, able to block out any and all distractions. Here, she can't fall into her trance. Too much noise, Too many people, her mothers voice constantly nagging Nova that she isn’t enough.
Miri sighs angrily. I'm not having fun or getting anything from this. She forces herself to move through her reduced weight program, easily moving through it. So easy in fact, she doesn't even get a pump or feel the burn she loves so much. She sighs, and welcomes Sunny's interruption. The woman has sweat running down her face and she smiles at Miri. “That was great!” Sunny takes a deep breath, as if she's out of breath from her walk. “What else should I do?” Miri thinks of something Sunny can do without hurting herself. “Let's do some deadlifts, we can start really light.” Sunny nods, and Miri removes all the weight from the bar. “Watch me Sunny.” Miri expertly lifts the bar, demonstrating and explaining to Sunny how to Lift properly. “Now your turn.” Sunny nods nervously and steps in front of the bar. “Widen your stance a little bit.” Sunny looks down at her feet. “Like this?” “No no, let me.” Without thinking, Miri crouches and wraps her strong hands around Sunny's meaty thigh. Miri blushes as she moves Sunny's fat sweaty leg. She smells Sunny's sweat and body odor and grimaces. Not because she hates it, because it smells good to her. Miri lets go of Sunnys thigh and stands up, her face flushing red and her arousal climbing again. “Oh okay that feels better. Thanks Miri!” Miri smiles and steps back, wiping Sunny's sweat off her hands onto her own pants. Sunny crouches down, grabbing the bar with her hands. Her thick thighs bulge underneath her stretchy pants as her thighs lower, her fat ass sticking out like a shelf. Miri feels herself warming and bites her lip, unable to pull her eyes away from Sunnys fat ass. Wow. Sunny struggles up with the light bar, grunting as she does. “Like that?” Miri nods, her cheeks red as she clenches her thighs, her wet pussy soaking her panties. “Just like that Sunny. Now do five.” Sunny nods and continues her workout, sweat running down her back as she grunts and huffs.
She finally drops the bar and turns to Miri, her triumph and happiness evident. “That felt great, Miri! Thank you so much!” Miri swallows and nods. “My pleasure… Are you ready to go home?” Sunny nods. “I am, but I can wait if you want to finish your workout.” Miri nods and looks around the gym. Fuck it. I'll run when I get home. “We can leave now, I'll run for a bit when I get home.” Sunny nods and the two women head to grab their bags.
Nova Ranger snorts awake as her alarm turns on for the third time. She slaps her hand over, missing the snooze button by a mile. She snorts and groans as she finally comes awake, the shrill sound finally breaking through her unconscious mind. Yawning, she stretches and scratches her abs as she sits up, her other hand rubbing her eyes. What time is it? The sun has yet to rise, leaving her bedroom in darkness. Nova grimaces as the light of her wrist computer comes on, piercing her eyes. “Shit!” Nova leaps out of bed in a panic, racing to her dresser she starts grabbing her work clothes. “Shit shit shit!” Its 3 fucking 30 am! I have to be at work at 4! She pulls a to large gray bra and straps it around her small perky breasts, then pulls a white pair of panties up her muscular thighs and crotch, nearly ripping it in her haste to get dressed. Next she pulls on a tight black pencil dress with a white cross V-neck, showing every muscular curve of her body. I can still make it! I can brush my teeth and apply deodorant at work! She grabs her purse and throws her door open, yelping in surprise as her roommate Sunny stands in front of her, her hand raised to knock. “Jesus!” Miri shouts, bringing a hand to her chest as Nova falls into her roll expertly. Sunny laughs nervously, her smile strained. “Sorry! I was just making sure you were awake!” Miri brings her hand down, a slight tremble running through her strong arm. “Sorry Sunny! A minute earlier and you would have woken me up, thanks for looking out… Do you need a ride?” Sunny smiles and nods “If you don’t mind… I made breakfast burritos as payment! Do you want some?” Miris stomach growls and she grimaces. Miri shakes her head anyway, stepping around Sunny so that she can put her shoes on. “Sorry but no time to eat… I'll pick something up at work.” Sunny follows after her, dressed in her stained Macburger uniform, already ready for work. “That's the beauty of burritos! Easily transportable, I'll pack you some so you don't have to spend money on breakfast!” Shit I forgot about having no money. Acting poor fucking sucks!
Miri looks over her shoulders at the large woman and smiles as she walks into the living room, pulling her heels on her feet. “Thanks Sunny, I would love that. Oh, and thank you for cooking dinner for me last night. I was starving when I got home and fell right asleep afterwards.” Sunny smiles and nods. “No problem Miri! I love cooking, so it was my pleasure. It’s so nice being able to cook for someone other than myself!” Miri smiles. Yeah it certainly shows you love to cook, fatass. “I'll go ahead and start up the car.” Sunny nods and heads to the kitchen. Miri steps outside, shivering as the cold morning air hits her. Should have grabbed my jacket, but it’s back in my room and I don't have time! Goosebumps rising up her arms, she quickly unlocks her car and yanks on the driver's door. The door groans as it opens, and Miri sighs as she sits. Please please please start! She takes a deep breath and turns the key. A key! In twenty forty fucking one! The starter turns and turns, but the engine doesn't catch. “No!” She tries again, and yells in relief when it starts. “Yes!” The car sputters as it slowly warms up, and Miri rubs her arms, trying to bring some warmth into them. First thing I'm doing with my paycheck is fixing the heater. Sunny shuffles out a second later, with a stained jacket on. Sunny huffs as she sits in the car, her face red from her almost jogging the 10 feet as the car sags slightly on the passenger side. “Brrr! It's cold!” Nova nods as she backs out onto the road, wrinkling her nose as she smells the faint scent of cigarettes radiating from Sunny. Racing down the street, praying not to get pulled over, Miri’s stomach growls again and Sunny chuckles at the sound. You fat Bitch! Sunny rummages in her backpack that sits on her large thighs, pressing against her rotund stomach. “Here you go!” Sunny extends a chubby arm, holding a burrito wrapped in foil in her chubby hands. Oh does the little piggy want to eat already? Miri’s mouth waters and her stomach rumbles with a vengeance. I really shouldn’t, there's free fruit at work! Nova gets a whiff of egg and something more, and her stomach starts to rumble angrily. Fine! One burrito! “Thanks Sunny!” Miri wraps her hand around the offered burrito, and carefully takes a bite, not wanting to spill any on her dress. She almost moans in pleasure as she takes a small bite, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head in pleasure. Whooooaaa! The fluffy eggs and tortilla are delicious, and there's a mix of potato and some meat of some kind covered in an amazing sauce. Miri swallows the amazing first bite. “Wow Sunny, this is amazing! What's in this!” Miri takes another bite as Sunny giggles. “Oh just eggs, spinach, potatoes, chorizo, and some sauces I make in my freetime.” Miri actually moans in pleasure this time with her third bite, her whole body warming in delight at the amazing thing in her hands and mouth.
By the time Miri is pulling up into her works garage just a few minutes later, she has finished her burrito, Miri actually pouts when she realizes it's all gone and her mothers voice returns. One not enough for you? Miri glances at the clock as she pulls up to the security guard. 3:54am, Just made it! Do not let that happen again you fucking idiot. The security guard bends down, smiling as he waves at the two women. “Morning Miri, Sunny!” “Morning…” Dave? Dan? “Dan!” The man smiles, so she must have gotten it right. “Running late! Sorry, no time to chat!” Dan smiles and nods, waving them through as the gate opens. Miri sighs in relief as she pulls into her spot, next to her boss's car. Sunny smiles and hands Miri a gallon sized bag with 4 Burritos. Are you going to eat all of them Miranda? Miri smiles at her roommate and nods her thanks. “Got to go Sunny! Thanks for breakfast! Running late!” Sunny steps out of Miris way as Miri jogs to the entrance. Miri steps off the elevator on the 70th floor just as 4am rolls around. She sits at her desk, her burritos stuffed into her purse, as her boss steps out of her office. “Good morning Miri, you look nice.” Miri smiles and nods. “Thank you Ma’am, you do as well.” And the worst part is, she does. Shields is wearing a smart black blazer with a white shirt underneath and some designer wide-leg white pants. Shields black heels give her a little bit of extra height. Shield’s silky blonde hair has some soft highlights running through it, like she just got it done professionally. Shields smiles at Miri. “Be ready in 10 or so minutes, we need to go down to the archives today.” Wow, I thought I was going to have to sneak in there. Miri nods and smiles. “Alright Ma’am, do I need to bring anything?” Shields shakes her head as she opens her office door. “Just your computer, maybe something to drink as well.” Then she closes the door. Miri sighs and stands. Her eyes are dragged to the 4 burritos stuffed in her purse. Shaking her head she picks them up and brings them to the break room, writing her name on them she puts them in the fridge, then grabs a coke for later. If I need a little pick me up. She hurries to the restroom and brushes her teeth and applies her cheap deodorant, cringing when she realizes how little she has left. She tenses one arm in the air still, as she realizes she didn’t shower this morning like she always does. And I forgot to ask Sunny about the hot water.
Miri wrinkles her nose and sniffs her armpit, relieved she only smells the slightest hint of sweat. I still feel grimey though. Ughhhh! From now on I'm setting more alarms. She returns to her desk as Shields steps out of her office. “Ready Miri?” Miri nods, placing her coke in her purse. Shields smiles. “Good! Keep up!” No problem there. Miri trails after Shields like her shadow, sticking close to her boss. Shields presses the 40th floor, and they stand in silence as they move down. “Feeling any more adverse effects Miri? From the shot?” Miri shakes her head, the ravaging hunger she felt yesterday seems to be a distant memory, her normal hunger back to where it's always at. “No Ma’am, not since yesterday.” She blushes as Shields turns and stares at her, her boss's blue eyes soft. “Are you certain Nova?” Nova gasps, a panic rising in her throat! What! Who is this! Shields eyes flash purple and Nova starts to raise her fist as she freezes, unable to move or even to pull her green eyes from Shields purple eyes. “You haven't been feeling even A LITTLE LETHARGIC piggy?” The elevator door opens and Miri yawns into her hand, her eyes burning with fatigue. Shields turns and stares at Miri, her blue eyes soft. “Trouble sleeping Miri?” I must be more tired than I thought! Maybe I do have some drowsiness from the shot. “Sorry Ma’am, maybe the shot is still having an effect on me.” Shields smiles softly, her eyes concerned. “ It certainly didn't help that we worked so late last night, I'm sorry about that. Do you think you can handle this today?” Miri shrugs, fighting another yawn. “It’s no problem Ma’am, I’ve got this.” Shields smiles, and steps out of the elevator, forcing Miri to follow. Employees wave at Shields as she walks by, and Miri is surprised to see she knows almost everyone's name and something about them. They get waylaid several times by employees, asking Shields about her weekend or her plans for next week. How are people chirpy before 5am? Miri almost yawns again, and she thinks about the coke in her purse. As soon as we get settled I'm drinking that. Miri’s mouth waters, imagining the sugary drink. She feels a slight headache start to build in her brain, pulsing outward. From my drowsiness and all these chipper fuckers no doubt.
Miri almost sighs in relief when Shields leads her to a small office in the back, with large servers taking up the majority of the room. Jackpot! Shields takes a seat and gestures for Miri to sit as well. Miri sits beside Shields, her headache growing. Shields sets her own wrist computer down and opens it. “Once I get connected I'll send you half of the files to look through and I'll take the other half.” “What are we looking for Ms. Shields?” Shields sighs and rubs her temples. “Did you hear about the rogue robots last week?” Miri nods, looking concerned. Oh yes I certainly did. “I did! I was so glad to hear no one got injured!” Shields nods. “Yes, it was a miracle, but yesterday I was made aware that we had been providing updates for over 80% of the rogue robots, so we need to go through several thousand pages of changes and updates to see if we spot anything that can lead back to us.” Hmmm trying to cover this up? Shields rubs her eyes. “We already informed the FBI, but I hope we can say we didn't find anything.” Damn. Miri shrugs and puts her wrist computer on the desk. She pulls her coke out, opening the bottle she takes a sip, the sugary drink fizzing on her tongue. Her headache seems to recede as she drinks it.
The shot of sugar and caffeine provide her a much needed energy burst. Shields sends the files, and Miri's crappy computer struggles as it downloads them. Her first file opens and Miri digs in, verifying what the tech said was done matches what was actually done. It's slow laborious work, and Miri finds herself yawning more and more as time goes on. Shields says nothing as she works, leaving the two to work in silence, interrupted only by the occasional rumbling of Miris stomach as the minutes tick by. She finishes her coke, wishes she had another as she feels another wave of fatigue crash upon her. After another rumble in Miri's stomach, Shields finally says something. “Miri be a dear and grab us some snacks from the break room down the hall. I need to go take care of something. Can’t go an hour without snacking Miranda? Shields stands and walks out the door. Miri stands more slowly, eying the server as she banishes the voice from her head. Should I look for a place to install the tool Fuentes gave me? Best chance is probably now. Miri stands and walks to the server farm, aware that there are no cameras in here, she finds a port near one of the servers that would be hard to see unless you really looked for it, and flips a hidden device out of her purse. She plugs the small drive into the server, the protocols making it start to download everything it can fit and making sure the drive looks like a simple cover on a port instead of a drive. She walks back to her computer. On her calendar, which is linked to the drive, a new meeting had been added three days from now. Holy shit that's a lot of data. She locks her computer then exits, walking towards the break room. She finds it easily and grimaces to see the snacks here are even less healthy then on the top floor. At least they have nuts I guess. How much is enough for two people for several hours? Did Shields eat breakfast? At the thought of breakfast Miri remembers her burritos upstairs and her mouth waters as her stomach rumbles. Sighing, Miri makes a large plate of snacks, adding tons of nuts, crackers, and chocolate pretzels. She tilts her head, then adds more chocolate. She grabs a six pack of soda, imagining her boss might want some.
Miri returns to the small room, setting the large plate of snacks and sodas down. She sits back behind her computer and gets back to work. By the second sheet she has already started snacking, the salty snacks make her thirsty and she opens another soda, relishing this new taste. By the fifth sheet, Shields walks back in, sitting next to Miri again. Shields never touches the pile of snacks or grabs a soda, but Miri never notices. When it's time for lunch, Shield stretches and stands. “That's enough for today Miri. Enjoy your lunch, meet me back upstairs afterwards.” Miri nods and stands, pulling napkins out of her purse, she wipes her hands, grimacing at the salt and melted chocolate on them. She looks at the empty platter and grimaces. Did we really eat all that? She picks up the six empty cans, stacking them on the tray. She grabs her purse and the trash, her mind already imagining Sunny’s burritos she's about to have for lunch. She yawns again, feeling her headache start to build again. Maybe I'll have another soda with the burritos… Then hit the gym really hard tonight. Nodding to herself, Miri throws her trash away, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, not even noticing the salt and chocolate she spreads on her hand.
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Scarlet Warden whimpers in her sleep, the large muscular woman thrashes and turns in her cold, soaked bed, her little accidents having long since cooled down as the night progressed. Finally, Scarlet groans as she awakens, feeling like she got no sleep at all. She rubs her eyes in confusion. Did I sweat all night? I'm soaked… She sniffs, and freezes in horror. No! I didn't… She rips the blankets off herself and stares down in horror. Her blankets are soaked in her own urine. I… I wet the bed… Her lower lip trembles and tears build in her eyes. She jumps out of her wet bed and smashes her night stand. Her wounded arm protests, but follows her directions. Snarling in rage, tears falling down her cheeks, Scarlet Warden smashes her bed, as if she can destroy the evidence. As her rage builds, her lighting extends out of her, the red energy crackling as she snaps one finger, destroying a table in a small explosion, wooden splinters flying across the room. “Fuuuuuuck!” Scarlet screams as she smashes her fist against the wall, cracking the concrete, the slight pain feeling better than the embarrassment of wetting the bed.
Her rage and tears finally easing away, Scarlet Warden stands panting in her bedroom. Her short scarlet hair sticking every which way from rolling in her sleep. Her large breasts heave up and down as she pants, her perky nipples hard in the cold air. Her neck bulges with muscles, veins showing on her forehead and neck. Scarlet takes a deep breath, cringing at the smell of urine. My urine… She feels her sticky thighs and legs and cringes, finally realizing she's still covered in her own piss. Blushing, she races to her shower and hops in the steaming hot water, not even caring about the stitches in her bicep. She moans in pleasure as the hot water cleans her, and she vigorously scrubs herself with a sponge and soap.
Feeling vaguely human again, Scarlet steps out of the shower, and her bladder immediately twinges violently, making her ache. She gasps as she sits down on the toilet, letting another steady stream of piss go. Scarlet groans, the pain in her bladder fading almost as soon as it arrived, making her shiver in delight. She stands, her legs shaking and braces herself against the sink as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her stern gray eyes look slightly wild, and her cheeks are still red with embarrassment. Scarlet stops chewing her lower lip, not even aware she was doing it until she saw her reflection. “The doctor comes today… she can figure out what's wrong… and fix it.” Scarlet nods, then pushes herself away from the sink. Rolling her shoulders back, making herself look more confident then she feels, she gets dressed.
Scarlet straps on a new breastplate over her new golden flight suit. She rolls her injured arm, confident it can hold up in a fight. Taking a deep breath, she steps out of her room. Anyone looking at Scarlet wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but Scarlet feels different. More fragile maybe? She marches towards her office, her steps slowing as she sees Beatrice working away. She saw me piss myself… Scarlet's cheeks flush, and she can barely meet Beatrice's eyes. “Good Morning Scarlet! How are you today?” Scarlet blushes, remembering waking up soaked in her own urine. “Not so great…” She admits, finally making herself look at Beatrice. Beatrice looks at Scarlet in concern, her eyes large as she slowly nods. “Can I… do anything to help?” Scarlet gestures towards her office and Beatrice nods, standing. She opens the door for Scarlet and closes the door behind them and locks it while Scarlet sits at her desk. Scarlet rubs her temples, already feeling her headache come back. “May I massage you Scarlet?” Scarlet shakes her head. I'm not ready to tell her I wet my bed and need new furniture. The thought of lying to Beatrice crosses her mind, but then it wouldn't be taken care of as delicately. “Has Fuentes had time to look at the metal and blade that I brought back?” Funny way of saying stabbed and almost pierced by shrapnel. Beatrice nods. “I gave her both pieces last night after you went to bed, and she said she hopes to have a report for you by noon.” Scarlet glances at her desk computer and nods. Only 8am.
“Has Dr. Shaw arrived yet?” This time Beatrice smiles and nods. “She did, I met her this morning and told her you would like to see her right away… I told her about your stab wound, nothing about the other… issues you've been having.” Scarlet feels immense relief at Beatrice's discretion, and feels tears of gratitude building before ruthlessly crushing them down again. “Thank you, for last night… and for your discretion Beatrice.” Beatrice beams at Scarlet, her tan face filled with gratitude at the praise. “Can you send her a message that I'm on my way.” Scarlet stands while Beatrice nods, already typing a message. Scarlet blushes furiously and stares over her secretary, unable to look at her as she admits what happened last night. “One more thing… I um. I need a new bed… and um blankets… it needs to be discreet.” Beatrice stops typing and slowly looks up, her face calm but concerned.” “I… see Scarlet. Don't worry about it, I'll have it taken care of.” Scarlet nods, chewing on her lower lip. Beatrice leaves, and Scarlet follows a few moments later, walking towards the medical center.
Once again Scarlets steps slow as she nears the room for her appointment, her palms start sweating and she swallows. A bit of fear rising in her throat. You have to tell her everything! Or you won't get better. Scarlet steadies her nerves, and steps into the new Doctors office. Dr. Shaw stands up behind the desk, a tall and skinny woman. Definitely a runner. Her brown hair has streaks of gray and is cut short, just past her ears. Her face is lined with a few wrinkles and laugh lines around her hazel eyes and mouth. She offers her hand to Scarlet who returns the shake. Dr. Shaw's hands are small but well calloused and steady. The doctor sits, and Scarlet sits as well. “It's a pleasure to be here, Scarlet Warden! I've heard so many good things about the Order of Judgement and I'm happy to be here. I would like to say I was so sorry to hear what has happened to Steel Ox and Moon Raven, I know we will rescue them soon.” A lump forms in Scarlet's throat and her eyes burn, but once again she crushes her emotions down, revealing nothing to the outside world. She nods instead. “We are glad to have you Dr. Shaw, you come highly recommended. I have to ask, where did you hear about our captured team members? We haven't released that to the press yet.” Dr. Shaw smiles slightly. “I was read in by Ms. Fuentes when I arrived, as she thought I might need to know in the event that I was needed for an emergency.” Scarlet grimaces. Of course, you should have known that if you weren't falling apart. Scarlet nods slowly and Dr. Shaw’s smile grows. “Now! What can I do for you? Your secretary Beatrice told me you were stabbed, and I can see the stitches from here on your sexy bicep.” Scarlet is taken aback by the forthcoming doctor. Is she coming onto me? Isn't she wearing a ring? Dr. Shaw has a large grin on her face, and Scarlet slowly smiles, feeling more at ease. Her grin dies as she thinks about the issues bringing her here.
Scarlet swallows, and tells the doctor her problems. About the mood swings since her teammates were captured. The crying and emotions bubbling beneath the surface. About how her bladder had been on a hair trigger, fine one second, ready to burst the next. Dr. Shaw remains quiet while Scarlet speaks, her face professionally serious as she nods along. Scarlet's fist clenches so tightly as she speaks her nails dig into her palms, almost drawing blood. “And this morning… I woke up covered in my own urine… I wet the bed…” Dr. Shaw’s face does not betray what she's thinking as she finally nods and writes some notes down, leaving Scarlet panting in her chair and sweating from recounting her last week. “Okay Scarlet, for one, nothing you told me was something you need to be embarrassed about. You just went through an extremely traumatic event that ended with two of your friends missing, with no idea what is happening to them. No wonder your emotions feel out of order and close to the surface. Two, and this is a little more concerning, but several things you said stood out to me about your fights with the Fixer that worry me, and think they may be connected to your bladder issues.” Scarlet freezes, her breath stuck in her lungs. What! The Fixer? My bladder? “Breathe Scarlet!” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath, then lets it out slowly. Dr. Shaw looks at her, concerned. “With your recent fight with her, you mentioned your stab wound felt like it was burning, then spreading to your whole body, then it stopped, correct?” Scarlet frowns and nods. “And in your first fight, Nova said you froze while Fixer talked to you, and you don't remember what she said. There one moment then gone the next right?” Confused where she was going with this, Scarlet nods. Dr. Shaw takes a deep breath then nods to herself. “You and Ms. Fuentes think that The Fixer has incredible speed, correct?” Scarlet nods, her brain still trying to figure out where she's going with this. “I think The Fixer injected you with something that first fight, and there was something similar in the blade you were stabbed with last night. Shortly after each event, you had issues with your bladder, your emotions, or both.” Scarlet starts breathing rapidly, her breaths too short to get enough air to her brain. Her vision pulls back until she can barely see as she panics. A calm voice finally penetrates her awareness. “Breathe Scarlet! Deep breaths! Breathe with me Scarlet.” Slowly, Scarlet is able to control her breathing.
There’s something inside of me! Something the Fixer put in me! She crushes the first signs of panic and stares at the doctor's calm eyes, anchoring her to this moment. “What do we do?” Dr. Shaw pinches the bridge of her nose. “We run some tests to see if my hypothesis is correct. On you and the blade.” Scarlet nods. “Fuentes is already running them on the blade now.” “Good! I also want to check your wound, and while we are running the test we can speak of symptom management.” Scarlet nods and stands with the doctor, following her into the next room.
Dr. Shaw stands in the middle of a room surrounded by medical machines. “Alright Scarlet let's start with the basics. Please strip to your underwear. Unconcerned with her nudity, and proud of her body, she quickly strips from her uniform and armor. Standing at 6’9”, Scarlet's muscles make her look like an Amazon goddess. “Wow, my wife would love you!” Scarlet barks out a laugh before putting a serious face back on. Dr. Shaw has her step on a scale. “Hmmm 6’9” and 230lbs. You, Scarlet, are in excellent physical shape, even for a Super.” Scarlet nods, then runs through several other tests that Dr. Shaw devises. She finally injects something into Scarlet's abdomen, near her bladder, and has her sit as a machine seemingly tracks the injections. “This will just map out some of the actions going around your bladder. They are pretty much tiny computers and cameras that report back to this machine.” She also has Scarlet drink some water with microscopic trackers in it, wanting to see how quickly it passes through her. “While we wait, let's speak of some symptom management.” Scarlet slowly nods. “For your emotions, I'm no therapist, but I think occasionally letting out more than just your rage would be beneficial.” Scarlet starts to open her mouth but Dr.Shaw keeps talking. “I'm not talking about whenever you feel them, let them out. But rather, when you're alone or with people you're comfortable with, try letting them out, not crushed down inside of you.”
Scarlet slowly nods. That… makes sense I guess… “Now… for your bladder problem, this might be harder to deal with.” Scarlet feels her palms get clammy, and she wipes them on the bed, her mouth suddenly dry. “If what I'm seeing is correct, your bladder is significantly weakened, and may even be a little smaller than the average size…” “What!” Scarlet yells, just barely keeping her powers in check. “Wha…why… how is that possible?” Dr. Shaw looks angry and a little unsure. “I have no idea, but I think it's something the Fixer did. Nothing I've ever seen should be causing this to happen… The only good news I can see is it doesn't appear to be getting worse at the moment… But I want to track it over time, so I'll need to see you every week for these tests.” Scarlet chews her lower lip, her fear close to the surface. What did Fixer do? And what does she gain by making my bladder worse? Humiliation? She shudders, shaking her head in disgust, a small part of her reminding Scarlet how exciting it was watching her criminal piss herself.
“Wh-what about managing it? I can't go fighting crime if I need to piss every hour.” Dr. Shaw stares seriously at Scarlet Warden, her fingers tapping her clipboard before she nods. “Super absorbent polymer underwear is my recommendation.” Scarlet stares at Dr. Shaw, uncomprehending. Dr. Shaw looks uncomfortable, and averts her eyes as she sighs. “Padded underwear to absorb any accidents.” “What!” Scarlet explodes off the bed onto her feet, her lightning crackling around her as she paces. “No! Fuck no! I don’t need fucking diapers! What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't fight crime in a diaper.” She paces, her whole body trembling in outrage and embarrassment. She stops, her mouth open as her bladder starts to twinge, making her release her powers. Scarlet whimpers, her eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. She blushes deeply as she looks at Dr. Shaw. “I… I have to go.” Dr. Shaw nods and points at a door. What if I held it instead? Trained my bladder back up. Scarlet asks as much, as she squeezes her legs together tightly. Dr. Shaw grimaces, shaking her head. “As your doctor I can't recommend that Scarlet.” Scarlet clenches her thighs tighter, dancing from foot to foot as the pain in her bladder grows by the second. “Holding in your urine for too long can be dangerous, it can lead to a burst bladder in severe cases, or a weakening of your normal bladder control.” Scarlet whimpers and nods, tears growing in her eyes as she steps awkwardly to the door. She sighs in relief as she sits on the toilet just beyond the door, a pleasurable shiver running up her spine as the pain fades as she relieves herself. Scarlet sits on the toilet, her tears falling freely as she thinks, her elbows on her muscular thighs and her face in her strong hands. It's going to be so embarrassing if anyone finds out… Scarlet Warden in diapers. Another shudder of pleasure travels through her and she almost moans. The Diapered Warden. She moans and presses her legs together , trying to ignore the electric feeling in her pussy at the embarrassing image it conjures. She wipes her tears and cleans herself, stepping dejectedly back into the room. Dr. Shaw stands compassionately silent. Scarlet Warden clenches her fist and stares at the Doctor. “O-okay… I'll wear the… padded underwear.” A shock of pleasure runs through her body at her acceptance, quickly forgotten in her embarrassment. Dr. Shaw nods “I'm sorry Scarlet, but it's the only thing I can think of while I study this more. I promise, no one will notice you wearing them, and I will figure this out.” Scarlet chews on her lower lip and nods.
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Nova Ranger finishes off her third burrito. She sits in the break room on the 70th floor as she takes another sip of her soda, washing down the taste of Sunnys amazing cooking. How is she so good at cooking? Miri wipes her lips clean of the grease with a greasier napkin. Miri blushes as she hiccups, glad no one is around to hear her. Okay… no more, I'll save the last one for dinner. She nods to herself, and sadly puts the last burrito away. She finishes her can of soda, grateful for the energy boost it's provided and chucks it in the trash. Her tiny belly sticks out against her skin tight pencil dress. This morning, her abs were well defined under the dress, easily noticeable as she moved. Now, after her large lunch and hours of snacking, her stomach bulges out slightly in one tight bulge. Miri washes her hands absently, her hunger finally sated. Back to work I guess. Oh shit! Need to hydrate for the gym today! She finds a cup and fills it to the brim with water, then returns to her desk in front of Lilliane Shields office. Miri begins catching up on the work she missed while going through all the documents with Shields. Several minutes later, Ms. Shields comes through the glass door, waving to Miri. “Hey Miri, how was lunch?” Miri smiles at her boss. “It was great! How was yours?” Shields smiles as she saunters towards her office. “It was good. Hey! Are you able to come to soccer practice on Saturday?” Hmmm sure. Miri nods, smiling. “I wouldn't miss it!” Shields smiles, her blue eyes soft. “Great! Practice is at noon at the park behind the building.” Miri makes a note in her calendar as Shields closes her door. And I can grab the hard drive afterwards.
Miri returns to work, taking a few small sips of water as she works. An hour later, her headache growing and her eyes straining from staring at her screen, she grabs another soda. She sighs in delight as the sugary carbonated drink instantly drives her headache away, and she blushes as she lets out a tiny burp. “Ex *hic* scuse me!” Miri leans back in her chair, stretching her back and pushing her tiny belly full of food out in front of her. She lets out a little yawn and rubs her eyes. So tired today, I must not have gotten much sleep. She returns to her work, just as Shields steps out of her office. “Let's call it a day Miri, great work today! I'll see you bright and early tomorrow.” Miri almost sighs in relief, her brain feeling the strain from fatigue and staring at a screen all day. I've never used my computer this much before… “Alright Ms. Shields, have a good day!” Shields nods and smiles, strolling out of her office. I guess I can use the gym now. I'll check with the fat ass if she wants to go. She sends a quick message, letting Sunny know she's heading to the gym. Miri grabs her bag then heads to the elevator. Miri walks by the break room then stops, her belly rumbling. I need a little extra energy for the gym… She smacks her lips and grabs her burrito from the fridge, taking a bite of the cold food. She moans as the cold eggs slide down her throat, not even caring if it would be better warm. Finishing the burrito, her stomach grumbles, happily full, and she blushes. There! Now I don't need dinner!
Miri enters the gym, her eyes widening in surprise as she sees the facility for the first time. Wow! It's actually not half bad for a corporate gym. She frowns, eying the large number of people. Really busy though. She walks to the women's locker room, and grabs her workout clothes from her bag. She takes her pencil dress off, revealing her well sculpted body. Her muscles are well defined, her gymnast body wouldn't be out of place on an Olympian. She smiles as she admires herself in the mirror, and smirks inwardly when several ladies look at her with jealousy. You'll never be as fit as me bitches! Her smile falters a little when her eyes gaze at her belly. I… I have a belly again! She pokes her abs, swollen outward from all the food she ate today. At least it's not as bad as yesterday… But youll just eat more and more Miranda! She grimaces at the nagging voice, and ties her silky smooth blonde hair into a ponytail, noticing her roots are starting to show her natural brown again. I wonder how much a hard stylist actually costs? She shrugs and pulls her cheap yoga pants on, her ass and thighs looking great in them. Then she pulls on a cheap gray T-shirt, wishing she had her brand name clothes instead of this shit. She puts on her cheap sneakers, cringing as she feels how uncomfortable they are compared to her shoes back at the Order. Has it really been a week since I worked out? I think that's the longest I've gone since middle school… She's ripped from her musings as Sunny walks in nervously. Sunny smiles as she sees Miri and hustles over to her, Sunny's face red. “Hi Miri!” Sunny throws her arms around Miri and Nova struggles to keep a smile on. The fat woman smells of Macburger, cigarettes, and pungent sweat. Miris mouth water at the smell of burgers and she wrinkles her nose at the others. Sunny's chubby arms are wrapped around Miri, pulling Miri into her bulk. Miri hesitantly returns the hug, her muscular arms sinking into Sunny's back fat. Nova almost cringes as she feels Sunny's immense warmth and sweat. Nova suppresses a shudder as a bolt of pleasure expands outward from her core. What! No! It's been so long since I've fucked something. Yeah… Miris' heart races and butterflies flutter in her stomach. Her face flushes as Sunny pulls back, smiling at Miri. “Wow you smell good Miri! Like lilacs!” Sunny blushes and looks away. “Give me a second to get changed?” Not trusting herself to speak, Miri smiles and nods. If Sunny is aware of the effect she is having on Miri, she doesn't let on. Miri sits down as Sunny claims a locker, pulling workout clothes out of her bag. What the fuck? I like super models… and muscular women… not pigs… The pig in question pulls her shirt off, revealing a chubby pale torso. Her large breasts jiggle as Sunny strips, her bra digging into her back fat. Her pale belly folds over itself as Sunny huffs and bends, and her chubby arms jiggle as she moves, revealing a bit of black armpit hair. Miri swallows, a heat burning hotter in her core. No! She can't rip her eyes away as Sunny pulls her black pants off, revealing a large pale ass, with cellulite and angry red stretch marks. Her large thighs turn into large calves, just pounds away from turning into cankles. Miri blushes and rips her eyes away from the huffing pear-shaped woman. Staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks are deep red, and she realizes she's biting her lip. Fuck… I want to fuck Sunny. She shakes her head, frowning at herself for that awful thought. The piggy wants to fuck another piggy Miranda? How original.
She closes her eyes and breathes in and out, pushing her arousal down and her mothers voice, fighting a yawn. I need to work out, like now. Miri startles when a hand touches her shoulder, her eyes flying open. “Sorry Miri!” Miri smiles up at Sunny, who smiles down at her. Miri smiles and shakes her head as she stands. Sunny is wearing a large black t-shirt, that is several sizes too large, looking baggy even on the large woman. Her bottom is covered by cheap yoga pants, slightly too small for her, causing her pear-shaped body to bulge in strange ways that do even stranger things to Miris heart. Miri bites her inner cheek and forces a smile on her face as her thought race. Why do I find this hot! I… I need to touch myself later, I've just been pent up. “Ready to get started Sunny?” Sunny smiles, her plump lips curving upwards. Sunny nods, her double chin becoming more prominent for a second. “Yup!” Sunny blushes again. “I… I haven't worked out in a few years.” Sunny plays with the bottom of her shirt nervously. “You'll have to help me remember what to do.” Miri smiles and lightly touches Sunny's shoulder, her hard hands pressing into the soft fat. Wow, so soft… Miri blushes and stares into Sunny's blue eyes. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” Sunny smiles nervously. “I just don't want to get embarrassed, you know? Fat girl at a gym you know?” Well you are a fat girl, you don’t belong here. Miri smiles instead. “I understand, we'll take it slow.” Sunny nods and they head out to the gym.
Miri walks confidently, her shoulders back and her powerful legs carrying her easily into her domain. Sunny takes small steps behind her, trying to make herself look smaller and nervously looks around. Her confidence seems to grow as she realizes no one is looking at her, only focused on their own workouts. Sunny also sees that there's some other larger women and she starts to smile. Miri sees the other large people in the gym and inwardly scoffs. Just go on a diet fatties, the gym is for real athletes. Miri leads Sunny to an elliptical. She demonstrates how to use it to Sunny, explaining the benefits for someone working out for the first time in a long time. Miri effortlessly runs a bit, before stepping off. Sunny smiles nervously and steps on, slowly getting into the rhythm of walking. Miri stares at Sunny's fat ass as it jiggles in front of her. Left right left. She swallows and looks back at Sunny's face. “W-what did you say?” Sunny smiles, sweat already starting to bead down her red chubby face. After 30 seconds? “I said you can work out on my own if you want… I can come find you when I'm ready to try something new.” Miri nods, her cheeks still red. “Alright Sunny, I'll be over there.” She points at an empty squat rack and Sunny nods.
Miri acts as normally as she can as she walks away from Sunny. Why is she suddenly affecting me like this? I really need to touch myself or find an easy lay… Miri loads up the squat rack, then curses to herself. I forgot I can't do my normal workout… I never forget when I'm in character… She takes off quite a bit of weight, hoping anyone who saw her thought she just absentmindedly loaded up to many plates. She warms up on a super light bar, only 145lbs. My normal warm up is 300lbs…. She suppresses a sigh as she works out, unable to take her mind off Sunny and her strange arousal, unable to banish her mothers nagging voice like she usually can when she works out. Miri finds she can't relax in this gym, still having to play a character around all these people. When she works out at home, she falls into a rhythm, her mind and body one, able to block out any and all distractions. Here, she can't fall into her trance. Too much noise, Too many people, her mothers voice constantly nagging Nova that she isn’t enough.
Miri sighs angrily. I'm not having fun or getting anything from this. She forces herself to move through her reduced weight program, easily moving through it. So easy in fact, she doesn't even get a pump or feel the burn she loves so much. She sighs, and welcomes Sunny's interruption. The woman has sweat running down her face and she smiles at Miri. “That was great!” Sunny takes a deep breath, as if she's out of breath from her walk. “What else should I do?” Miri thinks of something Sunny can do without hurting herself. “Let's do some deadlifts, we can start really light.” Sunny nods, and Miri removes all the weight from the bar. “Watch me Sunny.” Miri expertly lifts the bar, demonstrating and explaining to Sunny how to Lift properly. “Now your turn.” Sunny nods nervously and steps in front of the bar. “Widen your stance a little bit.” Sunny looks down at her feet. “Like this?” “No no, let me.” Without thinking, Miri crouches and wraps her strong hands around Sunny's meaty thigh. Miri blushes as she moves Sunny's fat sweaty leg. She smells Sunny's sweat and body odor and grimaces. Not because she hates it, because it smells good to her. Miri lets go of Sunnys thigh and stands up, her face flushing red and her arousal climbing again. “Oh okay that feels better. Thanks Miri!” Miri smiles and steps back, wiping Sunny's sweat off her hands onto her own pants. Sunny crouches down, grabbing the bar with her hands. Her thick thighs bulge underneath her stretchy pants as her thighs lower, her fat ass sticking out like a shelf. Miri feels herself warming and bites her lip, unable to pull her eyes away from Sunnys fat ass. Wow. Sunny struggles up with the light bar, grunting as she does. “Like that?” Miri nods, her cheeks red as she clenches her thighs, her wet pussy soaking her panties. “Just like that Sunny. Now do five.” Sunny nods and continues her workout, sweat running down her back as she grunts and huffs.
She finally drops the bar and turns to Miri, her triumph and happiness evident. “That felt great, Miri! Thank you so much!” Miri swallows and nods. “My pleasure… Are you ready to go home?” Sunny nods. “I am, but I can wait if you want to finish your workout.” Miri nods and looks around the gym. Fuck it. I'll run when I get home. “We can leave now, I'll run for a bit when I get home.” Sunny nods and the two women head to grab their bags.
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by Dartista1 » Thu Apr 04, 2024 2:19 pm
Chapter 5. Cont
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Scarlet Warden stares in horror at the new boxes in her room. After agreeing to the padded underwear with Dr. Shaw, she didn't expect them to come in so quickly. When Beatrice told her a few hours later she had put several large boxes in Scarlet's room, Scarlet had no idea it would be… this. As Scarlet opens the large brown boxes, she pulls out the first smaller box inside, surprised to see a box of normal looking panties, adults looking happy to be wearing them on the packaging. Fucking diapers, thats what this really is… Tears build in her eyes and she shakes her head, trying to deny her new reality. As if to spite her, her bladder suddenly feels ready to burst. She whimpers, clenching her muscular legs together. She drops the box and sits on the toilet, sighing in relief and pleasure as she relieves herself. “Fuuuck.” And I can't even hold it or my bladder may burst, then where will I be? Almost crying, she stands, returning to her… Padded underwear… Scarlet’s hands shake as she opens the first smaller box, pulling out her new underwear. Her hands tremble as she stares at the blue padded panties, a hint of padding between her fingers. It's not… completely awful… The pastel blue panties look like any other panties, just… larger and thicker, and more absorbent. I don't have to use them… I can wear them, and still use the toilet. This is just for when you're fighting, and it's surprised out of you like when you were stabbed or the blade being removed. Feeling a little bit better, with trembling hands Scarlet Warden takes off her normal panties. She shivers as she pulls up her new underwear. It wrinkles softly, and the padding against her legs and crotch feel strange to her… but not awful. Scarlet blushes as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her new panties hug her crotch, puffing out slightly. Shaw was right… it's barely noticeable. Maybe no one will know. Smiling timidly to herself, Scarlet pulls her golden flightsuit on. There's a barely noticeable bump around her crotch and Scarlet feels tears build in her eyes, tears of shame. Shaw said to feel some of your emotions… And I'm alone now… Scarlet sits on her new bed, feeling the padding of her underwear press against her pussy. She squirms uncomfortably at the foreign feeling, then feels her lower lip start to tremble. She lets her tears fall as her crying becomes a sob. She throws her face down onto her pillow and screams, thrashing her arms and feet as her whole body heats up with rage and frustration. She sobs into the pillow, her tears soaking it. So unfair! Why is the Fixer doing this! She sobs and sobs, until her cries slowly turn into hiccups. She rolls over and wipes her face, feeling a little better now as her muscular body cools down. Scarlet sighs and stands, hiding her boxes of underwear in her closet.
Scarlet puts on her breastplate, and then her crotch plate. She shudders as the protective armor presses her new padding harder against her crotch, almost pleasant in a way. She rolls her shoulders and exits her room, heading towards her office. Beatrice is sitting at her desk, and smiles at Scarlet as she approaches. “Good evening Scarlet! Can I help you?” Scarlet nods. “Can you send Fuentes up? Oh! I missed dinner, can you bring something up?” Beatrice nods and smiles. “Right away Scarlet.” Scarlet nods and enters her office. She sighs as she sits, squirming at the foreign feeling between her legs. Scarlet begins working, feeling a headache start to brew almost immediately as she answers inane emails. Fuentes enters a few minutes later, saluting quickly then sitting in the offered chair. “Anything on the metal I brought back?” Fuentes smiles and nods, her expression brightening. “Yes! We finally think we have a lead from the Fixer!” Scarlet nods, allowing a small smile to grow on her face. Fuentes continues, growing more excited as she speaks. “At first we had no idea what we had. The metal felt like carbon fiber one moment, then titanium, then wood or something else the next! All of our tests came up inconclusive, like the metal was changing at a molecular level.” What the hell? Scarlet furrows her brow. “What the hell does that mean?” Fuentes' smile grows even larger. “We think it's some form of nano technology. If our hypothesis is correct, each molecule is actually a microscopic robot that communicates to the one next to it, turning into whatever the controller demands.” Impossible! Scarlet shakes her head. “Not possible, Moon Raven worked on that technology for years. She claimed it couldn't be done!” Fuentes grimaces then. “Yes, but it appears the Fixer has made it work.” “Fucking shit!” Fuentes nods slowly. “That's what I said. But it gets interesting here. Prododine was working on something similar awhile back, but you guys shut it down.” Scarlet jumps to her feet, her power radiating around her, crackling. “What!” Fuentes nods, pushing herself back in her chair. “But we hit a dead end. Prododine complied with the order with very few complaints. They claimed they had even less luck then Raven did, and handed their work over to the Order. I went through our records and storage and verified that they actually did. Their papers match exactly what they said, and they then destroyed the rest per our orders. I talked to the Judgement team leader who oversaw it, he said the team at Prododine was almost giddy to burn it all or hand it over, they saw it as the biggest waste of time.” Scarlet sits again, her headache pounding in her head, her head throbbing in pain.
“So it's a dead end?” Fuentes shrugs. “We don't know, I heard from Nova today, she got a drive copying all of Prododines archives right now. We should have it by Saturday or Sunday at the latest.” Scarlet nods. Finally some good news. Thank you Nova. Scarlet lets out an explosive sigh, chewing on her bottom lip. “Alright, that is good news. Good job. I'm really starting to think Fixer has some ties to Prododine, we just need to find the hard evidence.” Nova taps her nails on the desk in front of her. “Let's see what we find in the archives. Either prododine has a rogue scientist, or they are behind the Fixer somehow.” Funetes nods, then brightens. “Oh I almost forgot. Nova also said that Prododine was doing some of the support for the rogue robots last week. She is helping right now with an audit of their work. The problem is, Prodoine already reported it to the FBI. They aren't trying to cover up their involvement. Scarlet sighs. “I see. Maybe we can use it as ammo against them later, turn public opinion against them?” Fuentes shrugs. “Maybe. Now, onto what Dr.Shaw asked me to look into with the blade that was in your arm.” Scarlet freezes, her blood running cold. Sweat starts dripping down her neck. “The blade was slightly different from the other piece of metal, seemingly stuck in blade form, unwilling to change consistency. We managed to cut it open, and did find a pathway that could have been used to inject you with something, but we have no idea what. Nothing comes up on scans.” Scarlet nods blankly, screaming in her head. Fixer put something inside me! And it's changing me somehow! Scarlet fights back her tears, saying nothing. Fuentes swallows and nods. “We don't have anything else, but I've sent everything I have to Dr. Shaw. I'm sorry we don't have anything else Ma'am.” Scarlet doesn't even notice Fuentes leave. Her lower lip trembles and she starts to cry, shoving her face down onto her arms on her desk. She takes deep shuddering breaths as she cries and cries. No no no! What's she doing to me? Her body warms as she cries and sobs. Her legs kicking uselessly against her desk. She startles as a warm hand touches her neck. “It's okay Scarlet. It's okay! Let it out.” Scarlet cries harder as Beatrice gently pats her back and rubs her hand up and down. Scarlet hiccups as she cries for what feels like hours.
Scarlet sniffles as she finally feels all cried out. Embarrassed, she lifts her head, sniffling again as she wipes her face clean of tears. “It's alright Scarlet… Everything will be alright…” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath and nods, more to herself than to Beatrice. “Th-thanks Beatrice.” Scarlet gives her secretary a sad smile, and Beatrice smiles back at her. “It's alright to cry Scarlet, especially with what's going on.” Scarlet nods, then feels her stomach rumble as she smells the soup infront of her that she missed. “Thanks f-for dinner. “ Beatrice nods. “Can I do anything else for you?” Scarlet shakes her head, picking up her spoon. Her bladder twinges and a sharp pain strikes her. Of fucking course. Blushing, Scarlet drops her spoon and jumps up, hustling past Beatrice who steps back. Scarlet sweats as she runs to the bathroom, not caring if ‘normals’ see her running to the bathroom. She gets her uniform and underwear off just in time. She pants in relief as she releases her bladder into the toilet, blushing as the electric tingling raises from her bladder to her brain, making her moan. Why does it feel so good? Is this from the Fixer? Or just from releasing a full bladder? She shakes her head as she stands, getting dressed, she makes her way back to her office. Beatrice smiles at her from her desk, and Scarlet blushes again. Sighing, Scarlet sits behind her desk, finally able to enjoy her dinner.
She moans in delight as she spoons the chicken soup to her mouth, each bite more delicious than the last. She finds herself slurping from the bowl at the end. She washes it down with some juice. Usually she would demand a decaf coffee, but this unmarked Juice really hit the spot for her. Apple juice maybe? She sighs and leans back in her chair as she finishes her dinner, absently patting her abs. Sighing at the work waiting for her on her computer. Fuck this, im exhausted. She instead stands up and stretches as she yawns. Scarlet leaves her office and waves Beatrice down. “I'm going to bed Beatrice, have a good night. See you tomorrow.” Beatrice nods and waves. “See you tomorrow Scarlet, sleep well.” And dry… Scarlet blushes, remembering she has to sleep in diapers from now on. She steps into her room and strips, naked except for the puffy blue panties around her crotch. She brushes her teeth and washes her face, then eyes the toilet. Maybe if I make sure I'm empty… I won't have an accident. She pulls her diaper to her ankles and sits on the toilet. She strains, panting, only able to push a small amount of pee out. “Fuck!” She stands back up, pulling her underwear back around her waist. The padding is almost a comforting feeling to her now, but her mind shies past that thought. She sighs as she turns off the lights, leaving her in darkness. She gets under the covers, aware of her underwear crinkling softly everytime she moves. She blushes, her mind slowly winding down from the whirlwind of the day. Her breath steadies into sleep, falling into a wonderfully dream where Scarlet feels completely safe and secure. She sighs and mumbles, curling into a small ball, as small as 6’9” superhero can get. She feels so safe in her dream, her muscles relax as she dreams, and Scarlet releases her bladder. Her padded panties fill with her warm pee, the padding swelling against her crotch. Scarlet whimpers in relief, squirming as the warm liquid is absorbed by her underwear. She moans as the warm feeling fills her dream, and Scarlet smiles as she feels absolutely safe, happy, and warm.
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Nova Ranger starts her car as Sunny sits in the passenger seat. Miri breathes through her mouth as the overpowering stench of Sunny is trapped in the car. Miri pulls out of the garage and heads for home, thinking of the run she's about to do. I got off so early, I can run for 10 or so miles. She smiles to herself as she drives past the security guard as he waves them through the gate. “Whew! I'm beat Miri! That was great, I can't wait to take a shower now!” That reminds me. “Sunny? Is the hot water broken?” Sunny chuckles as she shifts in her seat, the seat belt tight against her belly. “Yeah I think it went out last night. I called our landlord, but haven't heard back.” Miri sighs. “Cold showers for us. Hooray!” Sunny laughs again, then yawns. “Wow! Working out makes you tired, I think I'll be too tired to cook.” Sunny's stomach growls and she smiles, patting her chubby stomach. “Can we stop by a Macburger on the way home? I'll pay!” Miris stomach rumbles and she grimaces, as her headache grows. Miri sighs. Well I can run it off, add another mile… or three. “Alright Sunny, if you're paying.” Sunny smiles, and Miri finds herself smiling as well. “Great! There's one on the way home! I'll order for us! I know the best thing for dinner from them!” I bet you do, fatty.
Miri smiles slightly as she pulls into the Macburger drive through. Soon they pull up to the screen and Miri leans over the middle of the car, her sausage like fingers close to Miri’s thigh. Miri swallows, feeling Sunny's heat from here. “Welcome to Macburger, home of the triple burger, what can I start for you?” The bored voice asks. Sunny speaks into the speaker, her mouth inches away from Miris own. Miri swallows, her mouth watering and pussy clenching with need. Stop! “Hi! We'll have two number 3's, Mac size!” She turns towards Miri, and Miri blushes. “What do you want to drink?” Sunny whispers, her normally high pitched voice low and sultry. Miri feels a lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through her body. “Uhhh coke? Please?” Sunny smiles, then turns towards the speaker again. “One coke and one sprite!” The speaker squeaks back at them. “We have a special on Macshakes right now. Would you like to add shakes for a dollar?” Sunny nods excitedly. “Yes! Chocolate for both please.” The bored man reads back a total and Miri's mouth almost opens in shock. “That will be $16!” Why is fast food so cheap! If I knew that on my first day, I wouldn't have spent so much on my expensive protein bars! Miri sends a command to her wrist computer as she sits back in her seat, her excitement palpable. “You're going to love these shakes! They're the best.” Miri smiles nervously. “I've never had a shake before…” Sunny gasps and turns towards Miri in shock. “Never? How? They're the best! I know you're going to love it!” Miri chuckles lightly. I doubt it…
A bored looking teenager hands them their drinks. Miris eyes widen as she sees the size of them. How much is that? Is that two liters? I can't drink that in one night… She hands the sprite to Summer, who shoves the large drink between her thighs. Next the teenager passes two large shakes, luckily smaller than the drinks. The smell of chocolate and sugar making her mouth water. Finally the teenager hands Miri two hefty bags, and she hands them to Sunny. Sunny places them on her lap. “Thanks for stopping Miri! I really didn't feel like cooking.” Miri shrugs as she pulls away. The smell of grease and salt permeates her car and her mouth waters as her belly groans, demanding she eat. Now. Sunny hands Miri a fry, and Miri immediately shoves it in her mouth. She sighs as the salty treat touches her mouth. She washes it down with her large coke, her headache quickly disappearing as she drinks more and more. By the time they pull into their parking spots, Miri has had many more fries, and drank a quarter of her drink. Sunny shuffles out of the car and Miri burps. Embarrassed, she exits the car, leaving her bag full of work clothes as she helps Sunny carry their feast In. Sunny shuffles to the couch and sits down, leaving plenty of room for Miri. Miri stares at the couch, and then back at the kitchen table. Shrugging her muscular shoulders, she sits next to Sunny on the couch, both of them still in their sweaty work out clothes. I'll eat, run, then shower and sleep. Yeah. Sunny takes her burger out of the bag, placing it on her lap. Sunny places both bags in between their legs, making a paper bag barrier. Miri stares in awe at the triple decker burger Sunny unwraps, each burger covered in a different type of cheese and sauce. Miris stomach growls in anger, waiting for its due. Is that what she ordered for us! It's huge! Theres no way I can eat all this! Sunny turns and smiles at Miri. “What do you want to watch?” Miri stares at Sunny confused, before she remembers the TV. “Oh, whatever you want is fine.” I've never watched TV anyway. Sunny smiles as she turns on the TV. “Great! We can watch my favorite show!” Nova hides a grimace as loud noises and bright lights shine at her from the TV. The show appears to be some sort of shitty reality TV show. Of course. Miri pulls her own burger out, and stares at the monster in front of her. How do I even eat this? She side eyes Sunny, who is taking large bites of her own burger, grease and cheese smearing on her lips and cheeks. Miris' heart flutters and she rips her eyes back to her burger. Miri timidly brings the burger to her mouth, and takes as small of a bite as possible. She moans as the greasy burger fills her mouth, the amazing cheese and sauce filling her mouth even with a small bite. So gooood! She takes larger and larger bites, grease and cheese coating her lips, dripping down her mouth and smearing on her pointed chin. Miri and Sunny remain quiet as they watch the TV, the only sounds they make are grunts and the sounds of eating. Miri can't take her eyes off the show as she continues to eat, slowly becoming more and more sucked in. Wow! What a bitch! How dare she try to take his man! Miri shakes her head and goes for another bite, surprised when her mouth meets only empty wrapper. “Oh!” she says softly. Sunny turns and smiles at Miri. “Oh you're done! Now you can try your shake, try dipping your fries in it! It's amazing.” But I'm almost full already… but she did buy this for me… Smiling, Miri grabs her shake. “I'll have a bit Sunny, but I'm full already, and I need to run soon.” Sunny beams at Miri. “That's fine! I know I ordered a lot. But just try it first!” Miri looks nervously at the large chocolate shake in her hands, the top of it already melting a little bit. Timidly, Miri scoops some out with her plastic spoon. When the chocolate shake touches her mouth, she moans in pleasure, the chocolate so smooth and the ice cream amazingly sweet. “Oh wow!” “Good right?” Miri nods, her smile growing as she scoops more into her mouth. “Shooo goood!” Miri smiles, her mouth full of shake. “Dip your fries into it, Miri!” Miri eagerly dips a fry into it, the chocolate shake somehow complimenting the salty fried potato. “Wow!” She grabs more, using her fries like an edible shovel to put more and more food into her mouth.
Miri watches the reality TV show as she slouches further into the couch, unaware she has finished her own mountain of fries and has moved onto Sunnys. Between each bite of shake and fries, Miri takes a sip of coke. Miri burps and she smells the mixture of all she's eaten. She blushes furiously, but doesn't relent in her eating. She groans as she finishes her shake, her stuffed belly finally seeming to protest how much she's shoveled into it. Her small tummy presses against her yoga pants, seeming to stretch them to their max. Sunny shifts on the couch, and Miri watches in amazement as Sunny pulls her own pants down, lifting her taut, stuffed stomach, pulling the hem of her pants below her belly. Miri watches, mesmerized, as Sunny rubs her stuffed belly, and blushes when Sunny looks at her with glazed eyes. “Mind if I smoke?” Miri stares at Sunny, surprised and confused. “Umm sure go ahead.” Sunny smiles, grease and crumbs littering her mouth. Sunny reaches beside herself and pulls out a pipe, stuffing it with weed. Oh… I guess that's better than cigarettes. Sunny takes a hit, taking a deep breath and letting out a bunch of smoke. Miri grimaces, the smell obnoxious to her nose. Sunny glances at her, dazed. Her other hand rubbing her stuffed stomach. “Want some?” Miri shakes her head. “No thanks.” Sunny smiles absently and returns to finishing her meal. Miri yawns, planning on getting up soon. Just a few more minutes. Her stomach grumbles and she rubs it gently. Oh wow… that does help a bit. As Miri rubs her tiny belly, her skin stretched tight around it, she stares at the empty wrappers around her, her pussy clenching with need as her arousal slowly climbs as she rubs her stuffed stomach. The trash around her no longer fills her with a deep panic, instead, she only feels mildly annoyed. She shrugs, groaning at her painfully full stomach, and grabs her giant coke. She finishes it as the show switches to another episode and she yawns again. Time to run… But one more episode. Miri yawns again, and grabs a handful of cold fries, slowly working on them, wishing she had more shake to drink. Miri falls asleep on the couch, her mouth covered in grease, chocolate, and sauces. Drool drips from her mouth as she breathes heavily in her sleep, mixing with the mess on her mouth. Miri snorts and smacks her lips, imagining another chocolate shake in her dreams. Sunny stares at her roommate, a predatory smile on her mouth as her blue eyes glow for a second, before returning to their normal color. Miri snorts again, then lets out a small fart in her sleep, her face grimacing before smoothing into a small smile. Sunny laughs silently to herself, then turns the TV down and sits there, slowly rubbing her belly, pretending to be sleeping as Miri starts to snore.
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Scarlet Warden stares in horror at the new boxes in her room. After agreeing to the padded underwear with Dr. Shaw, she didn't expect them to come in so quickly. When Beatrice told her a few hours later she had put several large boxes in Scarlet's room, Scarlet had no idea it would be… this. As Scarlet opens the large brown boxes, she pulls out the first smaller box inside, surprised to see a box of normal looking panties, adults looking happy to be wearing them on the packaging. Fucking diapers, thats what this really is… Tears build in her eyes and she shakes her head, trying to deny her new reality. As if to spite her, her bladder suddenly feels ready to burst. She whimpers, clenching her muscular legs together. She drops the box and sits on the toilet, sighing in relief and pleasure as she relieves herself. “Fuuuck.” And I can't even hold it or my bladder may burst, then where will I be? Almost crying, she stands, returning to her… Padded underwear… Scarlet’s hands shake as she opens the first smaller box, pulling out her new underwear. Her hands tremble as she stares at the blue padded panties, a hint of padding between her fingers. It's not… completely awful… The pastel blue panties look like any other panties, just… larger and thicker, and more absorbent. I don't have to use them… I can wear them, and still use the toilet. This is just for when you're fighting, and it's surprised out of you like when you were stabbed or the blade being removed. Feeling a little bit better, with trembling hands Scarlet Warden takes off her normal panties. She shivers as she pulls up her new underwear. It wrinkles softly, and the padding against her legs and crotch feel strange to her… but not awful. Scarlet blushes as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her new panties hug her crotch, puffing out slightly. Shaw was right… it's barely noticeable. Maybe no one will know. Smiling timidly to herself, Scarlet pulls her golden flightsuit on. There's a barely noticeable bump around her crotch and Scarlet feels tears build in her eyes, tears of shame. Shaw said to feel some of your emotions… And I'm alone now… Scarlet sits on her new bed, feeling the padding of her underwear press against her pussy. She squirms uncomfortably at the foreign feeling, then feels her lower lip start to tremble. She lets her tears fall as her crying becomes a sob. She throws her face down onto her pillow and screams, thrashing her arms and feet as her whole body heats up with rage and frustration. She sobs into the pillow, her tears soaking it. So unfair! Why is the Fixer doing this! She sobs and sobs, until her cries slowly turn into hiccups. She rolls over and wipes her face, feeling a little better now as her muscular body cools down. Scarlet sighs and stands, hiding her boxes of underwear in her closet.
Scarlet puts on her breastplate, and then her crotch plate. She shudders as the protective armor presses her new padding harder against her crotch, almost pleasant in a way. She rolls her shoulders and exits her room, heading towards her office. Beatrice is sitting at her desk, and smiles at Scarlet as she approaches. “Good evening Scarlet! Can I help you?” Scarlet nods. “Can you send Fuentes up? Oh! I missed dinner, can you bring something up?” Beatrice nods and smiles. “Right away Scarlet.” Scarlet nods and enters her office. She sighs as she sits, squirming at the foreign feeling between her legs. Scarlet begins working, feeling a headache start to brew almost immediately as she answers inane emails. Fuentes enters a few minutes later, saluting quickly then sitting in the offered chair. “Anything on the metal I brought back?” Fuentes smiles and nods, her expression brightening. “Yes! We finally think we have a lead from the Fixer!” Scarlet nods, allowing a small smile to grow on her face. Fuentes continues, growing more excited as she speaks. “At first we had no idea what we had. The metal felt like carbon fiber one moment, then titanium, then wood or something else the next! All of our tests came up inconclusive, like the metal was changing at a molecular level.” What the hell? Scarlet furrows her brow. “What the hell does that mean?” Fuentes' smile grows even larger. “We think it's some form of nano technology. If our hypothesis is correct, each molecule is actually a microscopic robot that communicates to the one next to it, turning into whatever the controller demands.” Impossible! Scarlet shakes her head. “Not possible, Moon Raven worked on that technology for years. She claimed it couldn't be done!” Fuentes grimaces then. “Yes, but it appears the Fixer has made it work.” “Fucking shit!” Fuentes nods slowly. “That's what I said. But it gets interesting here. Prododine was working on something similar awhile back, but you guys shut it down.” Scarlet jumps to her feet, her power radiating around her, crackling. “What!” Fuentes nods, pushing herself back in her chair. “But we hit a dead end. Prododine complied with the order with very few complaints. They claimed they had even less luck then Raven did, and handed their work over to the Order. I went through our records and storage and verified that they actually did. Their papers match exactly what they said, and they then destroyed the rest per our orders. I talked to the Judgement team leader who oversaw it, he said the team at Prododine was almost giddy to burn it all or hand it over, they saw it as the biggest waste of time.” Scarlet sits again, her headache pounding in her head, her head throbbing in pain.
“So it's a dead end?” Fuentes shrugs. “We don't know, I heard from Nova today, she got a drive copying all of Prododines archives right now. We should have it by Saturday or Sunday at the latest.” Scarlet nods. Finally some good news. Thank you Nova. Scarlet lets out an explosive sigh, chewing on her bottom lip. “Alright, that is good news. Good job. I'm really starting to think Fixer has some ties to Prododine, we just need to find the hard evidence.” Nova taps her nails on the desk in front of her. “Let's see what we find in the archives. Either prododine has a rogue scientist, or they are behind the Fixer somehow.” Funetes nods, then brightens. “Oh I almost forgot. Nova also said that Prododine was doing some of the support for the rogue robots last week. She is helping right now with an audit of their work. The problem is, Prodoine already reported it to the FBI. They aren't trying to cover up their involvement. Scarlet sighs. “I see. Maybe we can use it as ammo against them later, turn public opinion against them?” Fuentes shrugs. “Maybe. Now, onto what Dr.Shaw asked me to look into with the blade that was in your arm.” Scarlet freezes, her blood running cold. Sweat starts dripping down her neck. “The blade was slightly different from the other piece of metal, seemingly stuck in blade form, unwilling to change consistency. We managed to cut it open, and did find a pathway that could have been used to inject you with something, but we have no idea what. Nothing comes up on scans.” Scarlet nods blankly, screaming in her head. Fixer put something inside me! And it's changing me somehow! Scarlet fights back her tears, saying nothing. Fuentes swallows and nods. “We don't have anything else, but I've sent everything I have to Dr. Shaw. I'm sorry we don't have anything else Ma'am.” Scarlet doesn't even notice Fuentes leave. Her lower lip trembles and she starts to cry, shoving her face down onto her arms on her desk. She takes deep shuddering breaths as she cries and cries. No no no! What's she doing to me? Her body warms as she cries and sobs. Her legs kicking uselessly against her desk. She startles as a warm hand touches her neck. “It's okay Scarlet. It's okay! Let it out.” Scarlet cries harder as Beatrice gently pats her back and rubs her hand up and down. Scarlet hiccups as she cries for what feels like hours.
Scarlet sniffles as she finally feels all cried out. Embarrassed, she lifts her head, sniffling again as she wipes her face clean of tears. “It's alright Scarlet… Everything will be alright…” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath and nods, more to herself than to Beatrice. “Th-thanks Beatrice.” Scarlet gives her secretary a sad smile, and Beatrice smiles back at her. “It's alright to cry Scarlet, especially with what's going on.” Scarlet nods, then feels her stomach rumble as she smells the soup infront of her that she missed. “Thanks f-for dinner. “ Beatrice nods. “Can I do anything else for you?” Scarlet shakes her head, picking up her spoon. Her bladder twinges and a sharp pain strikes her. Of fucking course. Blushing, Scarlet drops her spoon and jumps up, hustling past Beatrice who steps back. Scarlet sweats as she runs to the bathroom, not caring if ‘normals’ see her running to the bathroom. She gets her uniform and underwear off just in time. She pants in relief as she releases her bladder into the toilet, blushing as the electric tingling raises from her bladder to her brain, making her moan. Why does it feel so good? Is this from the Fixer? Or just from releasing a full bladder? She shakes her head as she stands, getting dressed, she makes her way back to her office. Beatrice smiles at her from her desk, and Scarlet blushes again. Sighing, Scarlet sits behind her desk, finally able to enjoy her dinner.
She moans in delight as she spoons the chicken soup to her mouth, each bite more delicious than the last. She finds herself slurping from the bowl at the end. She washes it down with some juice. Usually she would demand a decaf coffee, but this unmarked Juice really hit the spot for her. Apple juice maybe? She sighs and leans back in her chair as she finishes her dinner, absently patting her abs. Sighing at the work waiting for her on her computer. Fuck this, im exhausted. She instead stands up and stretches as she yawns. Scarlet leaves her office and waves Beatrice down. “I'm going to bed Beatrice, have a good night. See you tomorrow.” Beatrice nods and waves. “See you tomorrow Scarlet, sleep well.” And dry… Scarlet blushes, remembering she has to sleep in diapers from now on. She steps into her room and strips, naked except for the puffy blue panties around her crotch. She brushes her teeth and washes her face, then eyes the toilet. Maybe if I make sure I'm empty… I won't have an accident. She pulls her diaper to her ankles and sits on the toilet. She strains, panting, only able to push a small amount of pee out. “Fuck!” She stands back up, pulling her underwear back around her waist. The padding is almost a comforting feeling to her now, but her mind shies past that thought. She sighs as she turns off the lights, leaving her in darkness. She gets under the covers, aware of her underwear crinkling softly everytime she moves. She blushes, her mind slowly winding down from the whirlwind of the day. Her breath steadies into sleep, falling into a wonderfully dream where Scarlet feels completely safe and secure. She sighs and mumbles, curling into a small ball, as small as 6’9” superhero can get. She feels so safe in her dream, her muscles relax as she dreams, and Scarlet releases her bladder. Her padded panties fill with her warm pee, the padding swelling against her crotch. Scarlet whimpers in relief, squirming as the warm liquid is absorbed by her underwear. She moans as the warm feeling fills her dream, and Scarlet smiles as she feels absolutely safe, happy, and warm.
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Nova Ranger starts her car as Sunny sits in the passenger seat. Miri breathes through her mouth as the overpowering stench of Sunny is trapped in the car. Miri pulls out of the garage and heads for home, thinking of the run she's about to do. I got off so early, I can run for 10 or so miles. She smiles to herself as she drives past the security guard as he waves them through the gate. “Whew! I'm beat Miri! That was great, I can't wait to take a shower now!” That reminds me. “Sunny? Is the hot water broken?” Sunny chuckles as she shifts in her seat, the seat belt tight against her belly. “Yeah I think it went out last night. I called our landlord, but haven't heard back.” Miri sighs. “Cold showers for us. Hooray!” Sunny laughs again, then yawns. “Wow! Working out makes you tired, I think I'll be too tired to cook.” Sunny's stomach growls and she smiles, patting her chubby stomach. “Can we stop by a Macburger on the way home? I'll pay!” Miris stomach rumbles and she grimaces, as her headache grows. Miri sighs. Well I can run it off, add another mile… or three. “Alright Sunny, if you're paying.” Sunny smiles, and Miri finds herself smiling as well. “Great! There's one on the way home! I'll order for us! I know the best thing for dinner from them!” I bet you do, fatty.
Miri smiles slightly as she pulls into the Macburger drive through. Soon they pull up to the screen and Miri leans over the middle of the car, her sausage like fingers close to Miri’s thigh. Miri swallows, feeling Sunny's heat from here. “Welcome to Macburger, home of the triple burger, what can I start for you?” The bored voice asks. Sunny speaks into the speaker, her mouth inches away from Miris own. Miri swallows, her mouth watering and pussy clenching with need. Stop! “Hi! We'll have two number 3's, Mac size!” She turns towards Miri, and Miri blushes. “What do you want to drink?” Sunny whispers, her normally high pitched voice low and sultry. Miri feels a lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through her body. “Uhhh coke? Please?” Sunny smiles, then turns towards the speaker again. “One coke and one sprite!” The speaker squeaks back at them. “We have a special on Macshakes right now. Would you like to add shakes for a dollar?” Sunny nods excitedly. “Yes! Chocolate for both please.” The bored man reads back a total and Miri's mouth almost opens in shock. “That will be $16!” Why is fast food so cheap! If I knew that on my first day, I wouldn't have spent so much on my expensive protein bars! Miri sends a command to her wrist computer as she sits back in her seat, her excitement palpable. “You're going to love these shakes! They're the best.” Miri smiles nervously. “I've never had a shake before…” Sunny gasps and turns towards Miri in shock. “Never? How? They're the best! I know you're going to love it!” Miri chuckles lightly. I doubt it…
A bored looking teenager hands them their drinks. Miris eyes widen as she sees the size of them. How much is that? Is that two liters? I can't drink that in one night… She hands the sprite to Summer, who shoves the large drink between her thighs. Next the teenager passes two large shakes, luckily smaller than the drinks. The smell of chocolate and sugar making her mouth water. Finally the teenager hands Miri two hefty bags, and she hands them to Sunny. Sunny places them on her lap. “Thanks for stopping Miri! I really didn't feel like cooking.” Miri shrugs as she pulls away. The smell of grease and salt permeates her car and her mouth waters as her belly groans, demanding she eat. Now. Sunny hands Miri a fry, and Miri immediately shoves it in her mouth. She sighs as the salty treat touches her mouth. She washes it down with her large coke, her headache quickly disappearing as she drinks more and more. By the time they pull into their parking spots, Miri has had many more fries, and drank a quarter of her drink. Sunny shuffles out of the car and Miri burps. Embarrassed, she exits the car, leaving her bag full of work clothes as she helps Sunny carry their feast In. Sunny shuffles to the couch and sits down, leaving plenty of room for Miri. Miri stares at the couch, and then back at the kitchen table. Shrugging her muscular shoulders, she sits next to Sunny on the couch, both of them still in their sweaty work out clothes. I'll eat, run, then shower and sleep. Yeah. Sunny takes her burger out of the bag, placing it on her lap. Sunny places both bags in between their legs, making a paper bag barrier. Miri stares in awe at the triple decker burger Sunny unwraps, each burger covered in a different type of cheese and sauce. Miris stomach growls in anger, waiting for its due. Is that what she ordered for us! It's huge! Theres no way I can eat all this! Sunny turns and smiles at Miri. “What do you want to watch?” Miri stares at Sunny confused, before she remembers the TV. “Oh, whatever you want is fine.” I've never watched TV anyway. Sunny smiles as she turns on the TV. “Great! We can watch my favorite show!” Nova hides a grimace as loud noises and bright lights shine at her from the TV. The show appears to be some sort of shitty reality TV show. Of course. Miri pulls her own burger out, and stares at the monster in front of her. How do I even eat this? She side eyes Sunny, who is taking large bites of her own burger, grease and cheese smearing on her lips and cheeks. Miris' heart flutters and she rips her eyes back to her burger. Miri timidly brings the burger to her mouth, and takes as small of a bite as possible. She moans as the greasy burger fills her mouth, the amazing cheese and sauce filling her mouth even with a small bite. So gooood! She takes larger and larger bites, grease and cheese coating her lips, dripping down her mouth and smearing on her pointed chin. Miri and Sunny remain quiet as they watch the TV, the only sounds they make are grunts and the sounds of eating. Miri can't take her eyes off the show as she continues to eat, slowly becoming more and more sucked in. Wow! What a bitch! How dare she try to take his man! Miri shakes her head and goes for another bite, surprised when her mouth meets only empty wrapper. “Oh!” she says softly. Sunny turns and smiles at Miri. “Oh you're done! Now you can try your shake, try dipping your fries in it! It's amazing.” But I'm almost full already… but she did buy this for me… Smiling, Miri grabs her shake. “I'll have a bit Sunny, but I'm full already, and I need to run soon.” Sunny beams at Miri. “That's fine! I know I ordered a lot. But just try it first!” Miri looks nervously at the large chocolate shake in her hands, the top of it already melting a little bit. Timidly, Miri scoops some out with her plastic spoon. When the chocolate shake touches her mouth, she moans in pleasure, the chocolate so smooth and the ice cream amazingly sweet. “Oh wow!” “Good right?” Miri nods, her smile growing as she scoops more into her mouth. “Shooo goood!” Miri smiles, her mouth full of shake. “Dip your fries into it, Miri!” Miri eagerly dips a fry into it, the chocolate shake somehow complimenting the salty fried potato. “Wow!” She grabs more, using her fries like an edible shovel to put more and more food into her mouth.
Miri watches the reality TV show as she slouches further into the couch, unaware she has finished her own mountain of fries and has moved onto Sunnys. Between each bite of shake and fries, Miri takes a sip of coke. Miri burps and she smells the mixture of all she's eaten. She blushes furiously, but doesn't relent in her eating. She groans as she finishes her shake, her stuffed belly finally seeming to protest how much she's shoveled into it. Her small tummy presses against her yoga pants, seeming to stretch them to their max. Sunny shifts on the couch, and Miri watches in amazement as Sunny pulls her own pants down, lifting her taut, stuffed stomach, pulling the hem of her pants below her belly. Miri watches, mesmerized, as Sunny rubs her stuffed belly, and blushes when Sunny looks at her with glazed eyes. “Mind if I smoke?” Miri stares at Sunny, surprised and confused. “Umm sure go ahead.” Sunny smiles, grease and crumbs littering her mouth. Sunny reaches beside herself and pulls out a pipe, stuffing it with weed. Oh… I guess that's better than cigarettes. Sunny takes a hit, taking a deep breath and letting out a bunch of smoke. Miri grimaces, the smell obnoxious to her nose. Sunny glances at her, dazed. Her other hand rubbing her stuffed stomach. “Want some?” Miri shakes her head. “No thanks.” Sunny smiles absently and returns to finishing her meal. Miri yawns, planning on getting up soon. Just a few more minutes. Her stomach grumbles and she rubs it gently. Oh wow… that does help a bit. As Miri rubs her tiny belly, her skin stretched tight around it, she stares at the empty wrappers around her, her pussy clenching with need as her arousal slowly climbs as she rubs her stuffed stomach. The trash around her no longer fills her with a deep panic, instead, she only feels mildly annoyed. She shrugs, groaning at her painfully full stomach, and grabs her giant coke. She finishes it as the show switches to another episode and she yawns again. Time to run… But one more episode. Miri yawns again, and grabs a handful of cold fries, slowly working on them, wishing she had more shake to drink. Miri falls asleep on the couch, her mouth covered in grease, chocolate, and sauces. Drool drips from her mouth as she breathes heavily in her sleep, mixing with the mess on her mouth. Miri snorts and smacks her lips, imagining another chocolate shake in her dreams. Sunny stares at her roommate, a predatory smile on her mouth as her blue eyes glow for a second, before returning to their normal color. Miri snorts again, then lets out a small fart in her sleep, her face grimacing before smoothing into a small smile. Sunny laughs silently to herself, then turns the TV down and sits there, slowly rubbing her belly, pretending to be sleeping as Miri starts to snore.
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by Jockskent » Thu Apr 04, 2024 7:48 pm
Woof, Now it's starting to get good! Keep up the great work!
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by KaosZX » Fri Apr 05, 2024 3:37 pm
The story is getting better and better, keep on with the awesome work (Y)
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by Dartista1 » Sun Apr 07, 2024 12:39 pm
Chapter 6
“Miri…” Nova Ranger grunts in her sleep, trying to push away the buzzing fly. The fly laughs. “Miri, It's time for work!” The fly shoves Nova Ranger, and Nova bats the fly with her hand. “Miri! Breakfast!” Miri snorts as she wakes up, her neck and back sore as all hell. Whaaaat? She opens her eyes, grimacing at the lights on from the TV. I don't have a TV in my room? She yawns as she rubs her eyes. “Are you awake Miri?” Miri opens one eye into a slit. “Sunny? Why are you in my room?” Sunny laughs, her double chin and puffy cheeks jiggling. “Miri! You're on the couch.” What! Her eyes finally open and she stares at Sunny, who is already dressed in her Macburger uniform. Miri’s head has a splitting headache and she groans. “Why am I on the couch? Did I drink too much?” Last night suddenly comes back to her, the triple decker burger, the fries, the soda, the amazing shake. Her stomach rumbles and she puts a hand on her belly, relieved that as she slept, her belly returned to its normal flat size. Her finger trace her abs and she finally realizes she's in last night's workout clothes. She cringes as she feels a layer of sweat on her stomach, and smells last night's sweat and dinner on her. “N-never mind… I r-remember now.” Sunny’s concerned frown raises into a smile. “Oh good, for a moment I thought you were sick.” Miri smiles up at Sunny, then frowns. “What time is it! I need to be at work at 4!” Sunny smiles and steps back. “It's 3am, I figured you would want to shower and such since you didn’t last night.” Miri lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you Sunny, I appreciate it.” And Nova truly does. Miri stands, groaning as she sits up. She yawns again as she walks towards the bathroom. “I'll make us some breakfast while you get ready.” At the mention of breakfast Miri’s belly rumbles and she licks her lips, her mouth salivating at the thought. You need even more after last night? “Sounds great Sunny thanks!” Miri closes the bathroom door and stares at herself in growing horror. Her blonde hair is a little greasy and matted from sleeping on the couch. Her natural brown hair is starting to show at the roots, and her makeup is smudged beyond recovery. I completely forgot to take it off… Or brush my teeth last night… Her green eyes have dark circles under her eyes, showing the world she didn't sleep well. Worse of all though, is the dried grease, sauce, and chocolate around her mouth and chin.
“Ew!” She quickly wets a towel and scrubs the mess off her face, then her makeup. Why did I do that! I'm never eating fast food again! At the thought of fast food her stomach rumbles angrily. Well, if I have to. She peels yesterday's clothes off, grimacing at the dried sweat stuck to her skin. She turns the water of the shower on, ready for the icy blast. She still yelps as she steps into the cold water. Teeth chattering, she washes as quickly as possible, doing the bare minimum, not even attempting to wash her hair. She steps out shivering and wraps the towel around herself. The smell of something delicious sneaks in through the closed door, and Miri whines. “Why does it smell so gooood?” Because you're becoming a little fatty. Her stomach rumbles and she quickly heads to her room, forgetting to brush her teeth or apply deodorant in her rush to get breakfast. She throws on her last pair of underwear, a mismatched set of white panties and a blue bra. She then pulls on a pair of loose fitting gray slacks, a black belt to keep it tight, a white shirt, and a black blazer. Nodding at herself in the mirror, she quickly heads to the kitchen, following the amazingly sweet scent. Sunny turns around just as Miri arrives. Sunny smiles at Miri. “Just a second, just have to put the powdered sugar on it.” Miri opens her mouth to say she doesn't want the sugar, when Sunny dumps a ton onto the meal. Oh… Um oh well, I'll just have a small lunch and dinner.
Sunny pushes some trash off the table, clearing some room for the two of them. I'll clean all this up tonight! Sunny puts down two plates, then serves out 4 pieces of bread covered in sugar and what looks like cinnamon to each of their plates. Sunny grunts as she sits her fat but down in the wooden chair, Miri sitting more gracefully. “Dig in! It’s my favorite cinnamon toast recipe!” Sunny then covers her toast with syrup, almost filling her plate. Miri takes a bite of her breakfast and moans in pleasure. “Sho good Shunny!” Sunny smiles and offers Miri the syrup. Miri pauses, still chewing. “Come on Miri! It makes it even better!” Miri nods slowly as she chews, wondering how this could possibly be better. Sunny smiles as she pours just as much syrup on Miris meal as she did on her own. Raising her eyebrows, Miri tries another bite and moans even louder this time, her eyes rolling back into her head. With this new sugar rush, her headache disappears and she digs in. Taking bigger bites, she soon makes quick work of the meal, soon using her fork like a spoon to scoop the rest of the syrup. Miri smiles at Sunny, who is just finishing hers as well. “Wow Sunny! Every day you seem to get better and better at cooking.” Sunny smiles shyly, her eyes looking down at her meal. “It helps having an appreciative audience.” Miri smiles, then hiccups. Blushing she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, grimacing at the sticky syrup on her mouth and hand. She glances at the clock. “Time to go Sunny.” Sunny nods and grabs the plates, adding them to the growing pile of dirty dishes. “It's cold out again, don't forget your coat!” “Oh shit, thanks!” Miri runs back to her room, grabbing her large coat. She grabs her unfashionable purse as well then meets Sunny at the door. Unlocking her car, Miri shivers as she sits down, Sunny sits in the passenger seat, causing the car to sag. The car starts on the third time, and they head to work. Half way there Miri remembers. “Oh shit! I forgot my lunch again!” Sunny chuckles and shakers her head. “I guess I'll see you at lunch today?” Miri sheepishly nods. “Guess so…” They pull into the garage, and Dan the security guard waves at them as Miri rolls down her window. “Morning Dan, how are you?” Dan smiles and tips his hat, grinning at Miri and Sunny. “Better now that y'all are here.” Sunny giggles and Miri just barely manages from rolling her eyes. She giggles instead, and Dan waves them through. Ugh. They both step out of the car, and wave to each other as they go their separate ways.
Stopping at the break room on the way to her desk, Miri grabs a few sodas to keep herself awake. This work is just so mind numbingly boring. She sits down, putting her computer on her desk and she opens her first email. She opens the can and starts sipping as she works. Boring. She sighs, then sits up straight as her boss walks in through the glass doors, right at 4am. “Morning Miri.” “Good morning Ms. Shields.” Shields nods and walks to her door, pausing for a second. “Wow Miri, you sure do keep your desk clean.” Miri nods, smiling that Shields noticed. “Well Nova, DON'T WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT KEEPING CLEAN from now on.” Miri stares at her desk, her mind empty. She whimpers, having no idea why. The Fixer steps up behind Miri and places her arms on Miris strong shoulders. The Fixer bends over, whispering in her ears. “Oh don’t worry Nova, I'm mostly done with my little suggestions. The rest, you'll do all by yourself!” Miri shakes her head, then cocks her head at Shields by the office door. “I'm sorry, what did you say ma'am?” Shields opens her door, smiling at Miri. “Oh just to keep up the good work!” “Oh… alright!” Shields gives her one last smile before closing her door, the door locking behind her. Yawning, Scarlet opens her second coke, her other one forgotten, half-empty on her desk. She hiccups as she chugs the drink like water. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she wipes her hand on her gray slacks. “Ahhh. That hit the spot.” With renewed energy she gets back to work.
An hour of squinting at her computer later, and several trips to the breakroom later, Miri yawns as Shields steps out of her office. “With me Miri.” Surprised, Miri stands, wrapping her wrist computer around her muscular wrist. Her brain ignores the empty coke cans on her desk and she follows her boss. Miri follows Shields as she struts towards the elevator. She calls the elevator, tapping her feet as she skims through her computer. Miri stands awkwardly behind her, keeping her hands behind her back as she fidgets with her fingers. What does she need? The door opens and Shields walks in, Miri following behind her. Her boss taps a button, then crosses her arms, rapidly tapping a bicep with her hand. Unprompted Shields turns to Miri. “Do you know what I hate, Miri?” Panic grips Nova’s heart. “Um. What do you hate Ma’am.” Shields turns her blue stare onto Miri’s green eyes, her severe gaze holding Miri captive. “Spies Miri, I hate spies.” Nova’s heart begins to race, adrenaline coursing through her body. How did she find out? Nova’s stomach drops into a deep pit as she tries to keep all emotion off her face. She opens her mouth to deny it, when Shields speaks, her jaw clenched tight. “Someone leaked information to the media about our possible involvement in the rogue robots last week.” Shields takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. She then lets it out, when she opens her eyes, she stares at Miri. “Now we get to go fire them and lay a lawsuit on their ass.” Miri nods, not trusting herself to say anything without giving herself away. The door opens, and Miri follows her boss as they step onto a new floor. Research and development? I certainly need to spend some time here… Why don't I get any of their emails… They must go directly to Shields. Shields marches past smiling people, who quickly read her mood and step out of her way. Instead of being frightened, they mainly seem upset that their boss is upset. Strange.
Shields steps into an office and a muscular man stands up, looking chagrined. “Boss, I am so sorry.” Shields throws herself in a chair, draping her legs across the arm of the chair. Miri lowers herself more delicately into the other chair, sitting straight up, her heart still beating rapidly from thinking she was caught in the elevator. Shields sighs. “Not your fault Mark, sometimes these things happen. The only thing we can do is tighten our hiring practices. Again.” Shields sighs, deflating into her chair. Shields kicks her feet hanging off the legs like a child. “Oh, Mark. Have you met Miri?” Mark smiles and reaches his muscular hand across his desk, his cheeks dimpling. Miri smiles back at the tall muscular man, his black hair cut short. “I have not! Pleasure to meet you Miri.” Miri smiles as the man's muscular hand engulfs her smaller hand. “Likewise sir.” Mark turns his attention back to Shields, his face becoming more serious. If I found you in a club, I would ride your dick till you cried. But she feels no heat build in her core as she eyes the strong man, no butterflies in her stomach. “Have you already informed HR Mark?” Mark grimaces and nods. “Yeah, and our lawyers, they are already working on the papers to file. I don't think Tammy realizes how much she just ruined her life.” Shields sighs again and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I have no doubt she didn’t realize how fucking stupid she was, just a dumb kid.” Shields sits back up, looking more professional. “Tell the lawyers not to file charges, but tell HR they still need to let her go. We don’t need to ruin this kid's life because she fell for the lies of a reporter, but she can't work here anymore.” Mark nods sadly. “Alright boss, I'm sorry you had to deal with this.” Shields shrugs, her smile sad. “It’s alright.” he glances at her wrist computer then back at Mark. “Kasey meeting you for lunch?” Mark smiles and nods. “Mind if I join you?” Mark grins widely now as he stands. “I think if I didn’t invite you and Kasey found out she would murder me in my sleep.” Shields laughs and stands, facing Miri she nods towards the door. “Go get your own lunch Miri, i'll see you at 1.” Miri nods at Shields and Mark, her stomach already grumbling at the mention of lunch. She heads to the elevator and pants as she stands alone in the elevator as the doors close. I really thought they caught me! Shit! Her heart continues to race and she places a hand on the wall to steady herself as she breathes in and out. Her adrenaline crash making her lightheaded and dizzy. Before this mission, when she was stressed, Nova would hit the gym. Nova doesn't even think of the gym, instead Miri hits the floor for the food court, her mouth already watering, her heart racing again at the thought of lunch that would make her relax.
Miri smiles as she steps out into the food court, the welcome smells of grease and salt enveloping her, making her heart race faster, but her mind to slow down, moving away from the fear of being caught. Since I still haven't been paid… I'll just have a little chicken sandwich at Macburgers… And a shake, and fries. Then work it off later, I still need the calories more than the average person. Miri walks excitedly over to the counter, smiling as she sees Sunny waving. Miri waves back, waiting her turn in line as her stomach becomes more agitated. When it’s her turn, she steps up to the counter, smiling at Sunny. “Join me for lunch?” Sunny nods, and Miri feels a flutter in her stomach. “Great! I mean, cool.” Miri blushes. “I’ll have a uhhhhh…” She glances at the menu, her mouth watering as her stomach begs her for more than just a sandwich. I work out so much, eating a bit more won’t hurt… “A chicken sandwich…. And a number 3 with a coke, Mac sized, and uhhhh with a Mac sized chocolate shake, with oreos on top!” I've never had oreos! But they look good on the screen! Sunny nods and smiles as Miri sends her free meal plan to the register. “Be right out Miri.” Miri smiles and heads to the booth they ate at last. She sits on the hard booth. Miri taps her feet as she waits for Sunny and her food to arrive. After what feels like hours, but was most likely only 5 minutes Sunny arrives with lunch. Sunny grunts as she sits, placing a full tray between the two, a mountain of fries in the middle. Miri wastes no time biting into her triple decker burger, the grease, cheese, and amazing sauce exploding in her mouth, coating her lips and chin. She moans, closing her eyes in delight. Miri swallows a bite of burger then dips her fries into the shake, shoveling the treat into her mouth. The bits of oreos add to the texture and flavor. This is even better than just the shake and fries. Miri takes heaping bites of everything she eats, washing it down with the occasional swig of her 2 liter of coke. Miri smiles at Sunny, who eats a little bit more restrained. Sunny takes another bite of her burger, then asks. “H-How'sh your day s-sho far Miri?” Miri shovels another shovel load of fries and milkshake into her mouth before answering. “ S-Streshsful! Someone got'sh f-fired in reshearch a-and development.” Miri swallows her food, and continues as she loads up another shovel of fries. “Shields was so pissed, I thought she was going to fire me for a second!” Sunny gasps. “That's so scary! Can you tell me why they were fired?” Miri shoves another load of fries and shake into her mouth. “S-Sorry Sunny, I d-don't'sh want'sh to g-get'sh fired alsho.” Miri swallows her massive mouthful, washing it down with a long chug of coke. *UrrrRRPPP* An explosive belch erupts from Miri and she blushes a deep red, covering her mouth in embarrassment. “E-e-excuse me…” Miri wants to sink into the floor and disappear, but she still has food to eat. Sunny chuckles, continuing to eat her burger as if Miri hadn’t just let out an extreme amount of gas from her stomach.
Miri hasn’t even realized that Sunny hasn't had a single one of her fries from the massive pile on the tray, but the pile is already more than half gone. Miri sips her coke again, at a slower rate this time as her blush disappears. Miri finishes her burger after a few more bites, then starts on the chicken sandwich. She finishes her massive shake next, and grimaces in discomfort. “What's wrong Miri? Miri continues to squirm, her gut hurting her something fierce. Miri looks down, and sees her small belly pressed to its limit against her belt. “Oh… I forgot my belt…” Sunny chuckles, talking through another bite. “T-That'sh why I d-don't'sh wear one a-anymore.” Miri frowns, then undoes her belt. She moans at the instant relief, then buckles it again at a further hole. “There!” Sunny giggles, making Miri giggle as she eats the rest of her sandwich, then the massive pile of fries in the middle. By the end of her meal, Miri is sweating slightly, panting from how much she ate. Her belly presses against the button of her slacks and the belt this time. Her white shirt is tight against her stomach, making her look pregnant. I wish I wasn't in public… I would rub my belly for comfort. She blushes as she thinks that. No! That's what fat pigs do! Like Sunny! I'm just eating so much because I work out so much! Miri nods to herself. “I have to get back to work now Sunny, I'll let you know when I'm getting off.” Sunny nods, taking the tray as she stands. “Alright. Want to hit the gym if you have the time?” Miri stares at Sunny, suddenly remembering she left her workout clothes. “I forgot to bring my gym clothes…” Sunny shrugs. “There's always tomorrow. Bye Miri!” Miri stares off into the distance, her green eyes unfocused. I never forget my gym clothes… I need to run tonight and burn off these calories… She stands, groaning as she does so. She grabs her empty Mac sized soda, and brings it to the counter. “Sunny, can I get a refill before I go?” Sunny smiles and takes it, filling it up for her. “Cya later Miri.” “Cya Sunny.” Miri walks towards the elevator, dodging ‘normals’ who are wandering around the food court. Miri doesn't even think to wipe the mess of grease and food off her lips and hands, instead she uses her tongue to clean her lips, but leaves the grease and shake drying on her chin and hands, like her brain no longer counts it as important. She takes a deep sip of coke, then returns to her desk, empty soda cans still littering the desk as she sits down. Now that she's in private, she slowly rubs her belly. Nova groans in relief, then takes another swig of coke, her greasy hands leaving stains on her shirt. Definitely need to run tonight… After dinner though...
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Scarlet Warden stands over the Fixer, who lays defeated on the floor. Red lightning swirls around Scarlet, crackling around her. The Fixer moans, her black latex suit torn in several places as she brings her hands above her face, trying in vain to protect herself. Scarlet kicks the smaller woman's hands away, then kneels on the Fixer, her heavy knee pressing on The Fixers stomach. Fixer gasps. And Scarlet cackles. “I've been waiting for this Fixer. Time to show you who’s really in charge.” The Fixer moans again, and Scarlet tears her suit off, leaving her naked over the Fixer. Scarlet crouches down and places her throbbing pussy over the Fixers blood red lips. Scarlet grinds her pussy aggressively against the Fixer, moaning in pleasure as Fixer’s tongue gets to work. Scarlet closes her eyes as she moans, a rising storm of arousal growing in her core. The Fixer tries to push Scarlet off her, one hand pushing against her head. Scarlet laughs and places Fixer's finger in her mouth, biting it lightly and licking it with her finger, smiling when she hears the embarrassed moans of the Fixer. Scarlet moans as the Fixer licks her pussy, grinding harder and harder. As she grinds, the feeling of pleasure gets more and more distant, like it's being blocked. The soft groans of The Fixer disappear, and Scarlet sucks harder on the finger in her mouth. She opens her eyes, confused, staring down. The Fixer is gone, and so are Scarlet's breasts! Scarlet gasps, bringing her hands to her missing breasts. Her massive DD breasts are gone, leaving flat little nipples on her skinny chest. Below her, where the Fixer was, is a large stuffed animal, and Scarlet is grinding her large diaper against it. Whaaat! She tries to stop, but instead, finds herself grinding faster, her pathetic moans sounding soft and girlish even to her own ears. She sucks harder on whatever's in her mouth, then looks back up in shock, tears forming in her eyes. She stares back at herself in the mirror, but it isn’t her. It can't be! What looks like a different version of her stares back at her, her short scarlet hair is now bright blonde and in pigtails, with pink ribbons that fall to her waist. Her hard face is now soft and pale, a sprinkling of freckles on her rounder face. Her heroic chin and jaw is now soft and weak. She continues humping her stuffie as she stares, unable to stop herself. A pink pacifier is in her mouth, and as her heart races, she sucks on it harder, the comforting motions soothing her. I need to stop! I need to stop! She looks further down, her tears building furiously behind her eyes as her arousal continues to build, the storm inside of her growing faster and faster. Her muscles are no more, and a small layer of fat coats her body. Her breasts are long gone, and her belly is slightly swollen, like she just ate a large meal. Her crotch is covered by a large childlike pink diaper, that she furiously rubs against the pillow. I'm a big girl! Her soft, chubby thighs are on each side of the pillow and she moans around her paci as she gets closer to release. She's so close, she moans again, sucking harder and harder as she rides faster and faster, her clit rubbing against the padded diaper, the crinkling noise of her diaper overwhelming her ears. She closes her eyes and moans as she finds her release, her body shaking in ecstasy as an electric bolt shoots through her whole body. She whimpers as she falls forward, completely spent. She hears a slight tinkling coming from her crotch, and a warm feeling spreads in her crotch as her diaper swells “Mm peein!!” She shouts around her paci. “Of course you are silly!” Scarlet gasps around her pacifier, sucking even harder on it as she turns, staring up and up and up. The Fixer stands over her, towering above her. Scarlet gasps and tries to jump to her feet, but only succeeds in falling forward. “Oof!” Fixer laughs as Scarlet uses her hands to push herself to her feet, toddling unsteady on weak legs, her legs pushed awkwardly apart by her diaper. She swallows, and starts to cry as Scarlet realizes the top of her head only comes to just below Fixers waist. “There, there baby, everything will be alright. Do you want me to get your mommy Rosy?” Rosy sobs and nods her head, sitting back down on her butt, whimpering around her paci, waiting for her mommy.
Scarlet Warden jolts awake as the most powerful orgasm of her life strikes her. She moans as her whole body tightens, her hands and feet curling in pleasure. “Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk!” An electric current of pleasure shoots through her whole body as she gasps again as a pink fog rushes in around her brain, then fades away. She pants as her whole body releases at once, and she feels herself peeing her puffy underwear at the same time. She whimpers, and tries to stop it, but once started, her bladder refuses to stop. Pee runs from her overfilled underwear, soaking her bed, mixing with the old and cold pee from earlier in the night. Scarlet moans in embarrassment and pleasure as the leaking padded panties allows her warm pee to coat her thighs and blanket. “Fuck! What the fuck!” She screams as she rips the soaked blanket’s off her large body, throwing them on the floor. She wants to rage, to scream, to break things. But standing naked in her room except for the absolutely soaked blue padded panties, all she can do is cry. Tears fall down her face as she walks shamefaced to her bathroom, the smell of urine on her overpowering. She strips out of the leaking diaper and throws it in the trash. Whimpering, she hops in the shower, letting the warm water wash away her shame. She sobs in the shower just standing under the warm spray. I had a fucking wet dream, and peed the fucking bed so much I overflowed my new underwear… She takes a shuddering breath, her face red and mortified. The dream she had, has already slipped away from her mind, but the lingering hints of arousal stay with her as she washes the remainder of her body. She scrubs her muscular thighs and her crotch, ensuring no urine remains coated to her. A headache is building behind her eyes as she steps out of the shower, soaking wet.
Scarlet sniffles, and wipes away the rest of her tears as she dries herself off. As she puts on a fresh pair of pastel pink underwear. She blushes as the comforting padding wraps around her crotch and waist. I hate these. She slips into her golden suit and armor, then sighs as she stares at the mess of her bed, the smell hitting her from the other room. She blushes furiously, gnawing on her lower lip as she tries to think what to do, slowly starting to panic. Beatrice will know! Sighing in relief, her panic flowing away as she smiles, thinking of her competent secretary, Scarlet sends her a quick message. Only a few moments later, Beatrice steps into Scarlet's room. Scarlet smiles at Beatrice’s soft features, and forgets why she called the tall, curvaceous, beautiful brown haired woman in. Beatrice's hazel eyes stare at Scarlet's own gray in concern. “You needed me, Scarlet?” Scarlet blushes shakes her head to clear it. Focus! She blushes as she remembers why she called Beatrice in. “I uh.. I ruined my bedding last night…” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath as Beatrice takes a step forward, laying a hand on Scarlet's rock hard bicep. “So I need new bedding… Again… Please?” Beatrice strokes Scarlet's arm comfortingly. “Oh Scarlet… Did you not wear your new underwear to sleep?” Scarlet blushes even harder, her face feeling like a furnace. Scarlet gnaws her lip, feeling it tremble beneath her teeth. Tears build in her eyes and she blinks rapidly to clear them. “I d-did… But I l-leaked through them.” Beatrice stares at her with only concern in her matronly eyes, her arm continuing to caress Scarlet's muscular arm. “I see… Well this cannot continue, if I keep replacing your bedding, people will start to ask questions.” Scarlet nods. I was afraid of that… Now what? Sleep without bedding? On the floor? “I have a sister who dealt with this same thing, if you trust me, I think I can help. At least for your nightly accidents.” Scarlet, trusting Beatrice absolutely nods. “Good, I'll have someone remove this, and I'll have some new nightly underwear here soon.” What? Scarlet stares at Beatrice who remains stroking her arm. “What do you mean new underwear? The last ones didn't work!” Beatrice calmly continues to stroke Scarlet's arm “Not so loud Scarlet.” Scarlet blushes even hotter, and mouths a sorry at her, making Beatrice smile at her. I like when she smiles. “Yes but this underwear obviously isn't cutting it for nighttime use. They're fine for daytime, but these new ones will be better for sleeping, less likely to leak.” Scarlet nods, feeling tears dripping down her eyes. I'm so pathetic now. I piss my bed every night… Beatrice coos softly to scarlet. “Oh there there Scarlet, don’t cry, Beatrice will take care of everything. Let's get you some breakfast. You'll feel much better after that.” Scarlet nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. That tone and platitudes from anyone else would drive Scarlet into a fury, but from Beatrice, it succeeds in calming her down.
Beatrice disappears into the kitchen while Scarlet takes a seat at her table, squirming as the padding of her dry underwear pushes against her crotch. Scarlet feels an electric tingle starting in her pussy. Scarlet chews her lower lip as she squishes her thighs together, the thin padding crinkling between her legs. She moans as her headache returns with a vengeance, and presses her fingers against her temples, closing her eyes. Beatrice returns with a plate full of crackers and apple slices, a steaming coffee makes Scarlet almost moan in delight. “Headache?” Scarlet nods, the pulsing in her head stronger than ever. “Poor Scarlet. Finish your meal and I'll give you another massage.” Scarlet nods and powers through her headache, staring at her coffee.
The black coffee she once loved so much is now almost completely white with cream and sugar. She takes a sip, cringing at how bitter it still tastes. “Something wrong Scarlet?” Scarlet shrugs and frowns as she grabs a cracker. “Coffee is too bitter.” “Oh I’m sorry! Let me fix that for you.” Scarlet nods as she eats her apple slices and crackers, enjoying her light breakfast. How does this simple meal taste so good? Scarlet hums in delight as she finishes her apple slices and crackers, her early mortification from the morning slowly melting away. Beatrice returns, placing another cup of coffee down. Scarlet picks up the coffee, only the slightest hint of brown in the sea of cream. She takes a sip and moans in pleasure. So much better! “Better?” Beatrice beams at Scarlet as she finishes her ‘coffee’. “Much better Beatrice!” Scarlet nods, wiping white cream from her mouth. Beatrice smiles and Scarlet feels a flutter in her stomach. “I'm glad! Such a good job on your breakfast!” Scarlet frowns. What did she just say to me? Before she can question what Beatrice just said, Beatrice wraps her hands around Scarlet's head, her index fingers pushing on her temples.
Scarlet moans as Beatrice pushes hard, her thumbs pressing into her neck as well. Scarlet whimpers in relief as the pounding headache in her head disappears, her stress melting away. “Mmmmmm.” Scarlet moans, and Beatrice chuckles, her voice low and close to Scarlet's ear. Scarlet feels butterflies in her stomach as her arousal builds, blood rushing to her clit. Scarlet squirms, holding in a moan as her padding rubs against her clit. “So much stress Scarlet… You really need to let me do this more often.” Scarlet nods, closing her eyes as Beatrice’s calm low voice caresses her as she puts more pressure on her head. Her bladder twinges, starting to ache. She moans and tries to stand, but her body feels like putty in Beatrice's hands. She clenches her thighs, moaning in pain as her bladder feels close to bursting. Beatrice releases her hands. “What's wrong Scarlet?” Scarlet blushes furiously as she squirms, her arousal mixing with the pain of her bladder. “I have to pee!” “Oh that's all? Go ahead.” Beatrice steps back and Scarlet stands quickly, walking pigeon toed to the bathroom as she struggles to hold her bladder in, her thighs clenching hard together. Almost there! She closes the bathroom door behind her as she reaches for the toilet, freezing in horror as her bladder releases. She tries to stop the flow, but nothing stops the torrent. Tears build in her eyes as the warm urine fills her training panties, and she whimpers as the thin absorbent padding swells around her crotch, putting pressure on her clit. She moans as her clit rubs against the swollen padding, an electric zap running through her spine. Why… Why does it feel so good? She whimpers as the flow finally stops, and the padding swells around her crotch, the warm padding having reached its limits. Her sniffles become a wailing sob as she feels the icky warm padding surrounding her. Crying, she rips her armor off, then her flight suit. She cries harder as she sees herself in the mirror, an Amazon goddess in swollen pink underwear, yellow stains in the front. Her muscular legs tremble as she stands crying, her abs quivering as she takes deep shuddering breaths. The door opens behind her and she twists around, shame overwhelming her. Noooo! “Scarlet whats wro…” Beatrice stops, her eyes wide. Scarlet opens her mouth to scream at her to get out, but her lower lip trembles and a wailing cry comes out instead. “Oh Scarlet…” Beatrice wraps her arms around Scarlet's waist, her head resting on Scarlet's large breasts. Beatrice doesn't seem to mind the swollen stained underwear pressing against her waist as she pats Scarlet on the back. Scarlet endures the hug at first, sniffling, wanting to break free. But slowly she sinks into the warmth, her cries finally silencing as Beatrice slowly soothes her, rubbing her back with slow circles. Scarlet sniffles, then breathes deep, inhaling Beatrice’s smell relaxes her further, her mind swimming in a sea of arousal, shame, and disgust. The scent of Beatrice, a mix of cinnamon and sugar, slowly makes Scarlet stop crying completely. Finally Beatrice ends the hug, and Scarlet almost pouts as the warmth is removed from her. “It’s okay Scarlet, it's not your fault.” Scarlet shakes her head, chewing on her lower lip as she denies it. It is my fault! I can’t even control my bladder! “Scarlet! Listen to me!” Scarlet widens her eyes in surprise, stopping her shaking at Beatrice’s firm tone. No one speaks to me like that! “Why do you have the new underwear in the first place?” Scarlet chews her lips, unable to look at Beatrice. “Because I can’t control my bladder anymore…” She sniffles again, and Beatrice rubs Scarlet's muscular arms. “No, it's because The Fixer has done something awful to you. Anyone that Fixer did this to would be in the same spot. You have nothing to be ashamed of, this is exactly what these are for.” Scarlet sniffles and nods, wiping her snot and tears away. I… I guess. Scarlet shrugs. “I… I guess you're right.” Beatrice steps back, her hands on her large hips as she glares up at Scarlet, a smile on her soft face. “Of course I'm right. Now, take a shower and get cleaned up…” Beatrice eyes Scarlet's swollen underwear, making Scarlet squirm. “I think we underestimated what Fixer has done to you.” Scarlet grimaces and blushes in shame, her hands moving to hide her diaper, as if she can make it disappear. Beatrice raises an eyebrow at Scarlet, smirking now. “Take a shower Scarlet, I'll take care of the rest.” Blushing, Scarlet nods as Beatrice leaves. Scarlet looks at herself in the mirror and cringes. I forgot I was naked except for my panties! Blushing, she peels the warm, wet underwear off her, cringing at the smell and the feel. She throws it away, and for the second time in an hour steps into the shower to wash her accident away.
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Nova Ranger grabs another handful of candy from her bowl, placing it in her mouth, she chews the candy then swallows with a sip of her coke. She wipes her sticky hands on her desk, then gets back to typing. She squints at the small letters on the screen, then rubs her eyes again. “Ughhh. I wish I could make the text larger.” All this squinting is giving her a headache, and she takes another sip of her warm coke. Only hours after her lunch, Miri has already made multiple stops to the break room, finally tiring of the interruptions, she grabbed a large bowl and filled it with all of her new favorite snacks. Oreos, Reeses, Hershey kisses, and more. Each time she went to the break room for a little snack, she tried less and less of the healthy options, and more and more of the sugary treats. On her last trip, she didn't even look at the fresh apples, bananas, or other fruit and vegetables. I'll run when I get home, I'm just rewarding myself for a job well done today. Nodding to herself, Nova shoves another oreo in her mouth, moaning in delight as the chocolate and vanilla fills her mouth. “Ahem.” Nova jumps in surprise, almost choking on her oreo as she coughs. “Er sorry.” The woman apologizes as Miri chugs her coke, trying to clear her airway. She wipes her blurry eyes, then stares in surprise at the police officer in front of her. It's that woman from the rogue robot night… Kowalski I think? The Detective has her brown hair tied into a ponytail, her blue eyes staring in concern at Miri. Her lips are in a soft frown, at odds with the harsh lines of her heroic face. She wears just the faintest hints of professional makeup. Her neck is slim and leads to feminine shoulders, with just the slightest hint of muscles underneath her open brown leather jacket reveals a badge sitting on her small perky breasts, covered by a blue flannel shirt that tucks into black denim jeans. Her feet are covered with black tennis shoes, perfect for running around all day. Miri almost sighs, wishing she could wear comfortable shoes all day. Miri finally stands, suppressing a groan as her belly pushes against her belt. “Good afternoon Detective?” Miri lets the question hang as she offers her hand. “Detective Kowalski Ma’am.” Kowalski shakes Miri’s hand, and Miri misses the quickly hidden look of disgust as Kowalski rubs her now sticky hand on the back of her jeans. “And what can I do for you?” Kowalski smiles, her smile never reaching her blue eyes. “I would like to ask Ms. Shields a few questions if she has the time.” Interesting… Miri smiles fakely at the detective. “Do you have an appointment? Ms. Shields is very busy.” The detective crosses her arms, her biceps swelling against her jacket as she flexes. Miri almost scoffs. Trying to intimidate me Detective? Or turn me on? “No, but I would appreciate just a few moments of her time to ask some questions.” Miri smiles. “How about I go ask her if she can spare a few moments.” Kowalski smiles as Miri turns around, walking towards the office doors. Kowalski wrinkles her nose in disgust as she eyes the secretaries desk. Empty coke cans and wrappers dot the top of it, and several wrappers lay on the floor.
Miri knocks on her boss's door, then enters when the door unlocks. Shields looks up from her desk, an eyebrow raised. “What’s up Miri.” Miri steps closer to Sields, her face serious. “There's a Detective Kowalski outside wanting to ask you a few questions. Should I send her away?” Shields looks temporarily stunned, then confused. “Did she say what she wanted?” Shit should have asked what it was in relation to. Miri shakes her head. “She didn’t say Ma’am.” Now Shields looks intrigued. “Hmmmm. Send her in, Miri. Tell her I can spare a few minutes. Tell her next time I expect her to make an appointment though.” Miri nods and turns around. “Oh and Miri?” Miri turns back at Shields, her brows raised. “You have food on your blazer. Go freshen up.” Ew really? Shit! Miri blushes furiously as she looks down at her shirt, bits of lunch staining her black blazer. She cringes and smiles sheepishly at Shields. “I’m sorry Ma’am.” Shields shrugs and Miri opens the door, her face still flushed. The detective is where Miri left her, arms still crossed. “She can see you for a few minutes, she would like an appointment next time though. Would you like anything to drink?” The woman shakes her head and steps towards the door, Mrii holds it open as the woman passes. “Detective, how can I help you?” Miri watches as Shields stands, her eyebrows raising in appreciation of the detective. Maybe she is gay? Miri closes the door, wrinkling her nose. How did I not notice the stain on my blazer? She hurries to the restroom and grimaces at her reflection. “Oh my god I look awful!” Her green eyes look tired and dull, her blonde hair lying limp and lifeless on her head and shoulders. She touches her hair with a hand, and cringes when she feels a small sheen of grease. I need to shower as soon as I get home. Ewwww. Worse of all is her mouth, her cheap lipstick has been smeared by her lunch and snacks. Grease and a bit of red sauce has dripped down her chin where it dried. She grimaces and wipes her face clean with a rough paper towel, then stares in horror at her chin. “A zit!” She yelps. I've never had zits before! It's all this awful junk food I'm eating! No more, never again! She reaches into her purse and pulls out her cheap portable make up, reapplying her makeup, and covering her zit. At least now it's hidden… But I know it's there… Done with her make up, she grimaces at the stain on her blazer. Red sauce and a bit of mayo have rubbed into the left side of her blazer. She wrinkles her nose, then dots it with water and brushes it hard with a napkin. She frowns as the stain remains. “Fuck… I really need to do laundry now.” She sighs and slips her arms out of her blazer, and she stares at her small belly in the mirror. Her taut stomach arches out, bulging against her belt, the button straining to its limits. Her ribs are visible beneath her white blouse, but her abs seem to be hiding. She grimaces and stares at her tiny belly. “I look like im fucking pregnant!” You look like a fatty! She turns sideways and grimaces. Her belly looks out of place with the rest of her muscular body. Standing sideways, it only sticks out a few inches, but still looks obscene to Nova, who has never eaten as much as she has the past few days. No more shitty food, no more dinner with Sunny. I'm working out every night again until this is fixed! She grimaces as she remembers she forgot her workout bag with her clothes at home. “I'll run tonight! When I get home.” Nodding to herself she throws her blazer over her shoulder and returns to her desk. Muffled conversation reaches her ear through the door as she sits, pointedly ignoring the bowl of sweets and 2 liters of coke on her desk. She throws her dirty blazer on the floor beneath her desk, forgetting about it almost immediately. She opens her wrist computer and sends out some emails, surprised that Shields is still talking to the detective. It's already been 10 minutes? What are they talking about? Miris stomach grumbles and she reaches for the bowl, stopping her hand as it wraps around a hershey's kiss. No! No more sweets. Her stomach growls angrily and she pushes it down, calling on her willpower she drops the treat. “That's right. I'm in control!” Smiling to herself at her awesome willpower, she opens her computer and squints at the small writing of her emails. “Grrrr. I hate this shitty computer.” When I get paid, the first thing I'm doing is getting a better one. Her headache builds as her eyes strain harder and harder, forcing her to squint. She sighs and wraps her small hand around her large soda, sighing in relief as her headache dissipates as she takes a long sip. She smacks her lips putting the soda down.
For the next 30 minutes she works, every few minutes taking a sip of her warm soda. Miri grimaces as her belly keeps pushing uncomfortably against her slacks, growling every now and then. Feeling her willpower weaken, Miri stares at the bowl of sweets, her mouth watering. A slight headache grows and she finally gives in, grabbing another oreo. Just one more. She takes a bite, moaning as the sugary treat fills her mouth. In another bite the oreo is gone, and she reaches for another one. Might as well finish the bowl before works over. I'll just sprint my whole run. Glad she has an excuse to finish her snacks, Miri grabs a handful, returning to work. A few minutes later Shields and the detective walk out, both blushing slightly. Miri keeps her face strictly professional, her curiosity hidden as Shields and Detective Kowalski shake hands, their grips seeming to linger longer than is professional. “Have a good day detective, I hope you find the answers you're looking for soon.” Kowalski shrugs and smirks, finally releasing Shields' grip. “I hope so too. It was a pleasure meeting you, I hope to see you again soon.” Shields smiles at the detective, her gaze heated. “Talk to Miri, I'll see you then, Detective. Be safe.” With that Shields closes her door, leaving the Detective to stare at the closed door, seemingly forgetting Miri is in the room with her. The detective lets out a long sigh, then turns to Miri, her cheeks red. Miri smiles benignly at the detective as Kowalski steps back in front of Miris desk. The detective lets out a small breath, then smiles at Miri, Kowalski’s pale cheeks red. “Lili- Ms.Shields told me she’s free most from 2pm to 5pm fridays.” Miri smiles and looks at Shields' calendar. “Does 2pm tomorrow work?” Kowalski grimaces, not this week, but next Friday will.” Miri nods and types a bit. She looks back up at the detective and nods. “Okay I have you down for 2pm next week on the 25th… Should I make this a recurring appointment.” The detective opens her mouth then blushes, shaking her head. “Not at this time. Thanks, Miri.” Miri smiles at Kowalski. I wonder where this little development will lead… “No problem detective, have a good day.” Kowalski nods. “You as well.” The detective turns and leaves, a little more pep in her step. Very interesting… Miri shoves a handful of small candies into her mouth, then washes the taste away with her coke. So… The detective and Shields seemed to hit it off… What were they talking about in there for almost an hour? Miri raises an eyebrow as she wipes her mouth with her hand, before shoving an entire oreo in her mouth. She chews as she checks her wrist computer. 4pm… If we get off soon I can run for like 3 hours. She swallows, then shoves another oreo in.
“Miri…” Nova Ranger grunts in her sleep, trying to push away the buzzing fly. The fly laughs. “Miri, It's time for work!” The fly shoves Nova Ranger, and Nova bats the fly with her hand. “Miri! Breakfast!” Miri snorts as she wakes up, her neck and back sore as all hell. Whaaaat? She opens her eyes, grimacing at the lights on from the TV. I don't have a TV in my room? She yawns as she rubs her eyes. “Are you awake Miri?” Miri opens one eye into a slit. “Sunny? Why are you in my room?” Sunny laughs, her double chin and puffy cheeks jiggling. “Miri! You're on the couch.” What! Her eyes finally open and she stares at Sunny, who is already dressed in her Macburger uniform. Miri’s head has a splitting headache and she groans. “Why am I on the couch? Did I drink too much?” Last night suddenly comes back to her, the triple decker burger, the fries, the soda, the amazing shake. Her stomach rumbles and she puts a hand on her belly, relieved that as she slept, her belly returned to its normal flat size. Her finger trace her abs and she finally realizes she's in last night's workout clothes. She cringes as she feels a layer of sweat on her stomach, and smells last night's sweat and dinner on her. “N-never mind… I r-remember now.” Sunny’s concerned frown raises into a smile. “Oh good, for a moment I thought you were sick.” Miri smiles up at Sunny, then frowns. “What time is it! I need to be at work at 4!” Sunny smiles and steps back. “It's 3am, I figured you would want to shower and such since you didn’t last night.” Miri lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you Sunny, I appreciate it.” And Nova truly does. Miri stands, groaning as she sits up. She yawns again as she walks towards the bathroom. “I'll make us some breakfast while you get ready.” At the mention of breakfast Miri’s belly rumbles and she licks her lips, her mouth salivating at the thought. You need even more after last night? “Sounds great Sunny thanks!” Miri closes the bathroom door and stares at herself in growing horror. Her blonde hair is a little greasy and matted from sleeping on the couch. Her natural brown hair is starting to show at the roots, and her makeup is smudged beyond recovery. I completely forgot to take it off… Or brush my teeth last night… Her green eyes have dark circles under her eyes, showing the world she didn't sleep well. Worse of all though, is the dried grease, sauce, and chocolate around her mouth and chin.
“Ew!” She quickly wets a towel and scrubs the mess off her face, then her makeup. Why did I do that! I'm never eating fast food again! At the thought of fast food her stomach rumbles angrily. Well, if I have to. She peels yesterday's clothes off, grimacing at the dried sweat stuck to her skin. She turns the water of the shower on, ready for the icy blast. She still yelps as she steps into the cold water. Teeth chattering, she washes as quickly as possible, doing the bare minimum, not even attempting to wash her hair. She steps out shivering and wraps the towel around herself. The smell of something delicious sneaks in through the closed door, and Miri whines. “Why does it smell so gooood?” Because you're becoming a little fatty. Her stomach rumbles and she quickly heads to her room, forgetting to brush her teeth or apply deodorant in her rush to get breakfast. She throws on her last pair of underwear, a mismatched set of white panties and a blue bra. She then pulls on a pair of loose fitting gray slacks, a black belt to keep it tight, a white shirt, and a black blazer. Nodding at herself in the mirror, she quickly heads to the kitchen, following the amazingly sweet scent. Sunny turns around just as Miri arrives. Sunny smiles at Miri. “Just a second, just have to put the powdered sugar on it.” Miri opens her mouth to say she doesn't want the sugar, when Sunny dumps a ton onto the meal. Oh… Um oh well, I'll just have a small lunch and dinner.
Sunny pushes some trash off the table, clearing some room for the two of them. I'll clean all this up tonight! Sunny puts down two plates, then serves out 4 pieces of bread covered in sugar and what looks like cinnamon to each of their plates. Sunny grunts as she sits her fat but down in the wooden chair, Miri sitting more gracefully. “Dig in! It’s my favorite cinnamon toast recipe!” Sunny then covers her toast with syrup, almost filling her plate. Miri takes a bite of her breakfast and moans in pleasure. “Sho good Shunny!” Sunny smiles and offers Miri the syrup. Miri pauses, still chewing. “Come on Miri! It makes it even better!” Miri nods slowly as she chews, wondering how this could possibly be better. Sunny smiles as she pours just as much syrup on Miris meal as she did on her own. Raising her eyebrows, Miri tries another bite and moans even louder this time, her eyes rolling back into her head. With this new sugar rush, her headache disappears and she digs in. Taking bigger bites, she soon makes quick work of the meal, soon using her fork like a spoon to scoop the rest of the syrup. Miri smiles at Sunny, who is just finishing hers as well. “Wow Sunny! Every day you seem to get better and better at cooking.” Sunny smiles shyly, her eyes looking down at her meal. “It helps having an appreciative audience.” Miri smiles, then hiccups. Blushing she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, grimacing at the sticky syrup on her mouth and hand. She glances at the clock. “Time to go Sunny.” Sunny nods and grabs the plates, adding them to the growing pile of dirty dishes. “It's cold out again, don't forget your coat!” “Oh shit, thanks!” Miri runs back to her room, grabbing her large coat. She grabs her unfashionable purse as well then meets Sunny at the door. Unlocking her car, Miri shivers as she sits down, Sunny sits in the passenger seat, causing the car to sag. The car starts on the third time, and they head to work. Half way there Miri remembers. “Oh shit! I forgot my lunch again!” Sunny chuckles and shakers her head. “I guess I'll see you at lunch today?” Miri sheepishly nods. “Guess so…” They pull into the garage, and Dan the security guard waves at them as Miri rolls down her window. “Morning Dan, how are you?” Dan smiles and tips his hat, grinning at Miri and Sunny. “Better now that y'all are here.” Sunny giggles and Miri just barely manages from rolling her eyes. She giggles instead, and Dan waves them through. Ugh. They both step out of the car, and wave to each other as they go their separate ways.
Stopping at the break room on the way to her desk, Miri grabs a few sodas to keep herself awake. This work is just so mind numbingly boring. She sits down, putting her computer on her desk and she opens her first email. She opens the can and starts sipping as she works. Boring. She sighs, then sits up straight as her boss walks in through the glass doors, right at 4am. “Morning Miri.” “Good morning Ms. Shields.” Shields nods and walks to her door, pausing for a second. “Wow Miri, you sure do keep your desk clean.” Miri nods, smiling that Shields noticed. “Well Nova, DON'T WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT KEEPING CLEAN from now on.” Miri stares at her desk, her mind empty. She whimpers, having no idea why. The Fixer steps up behind Miri and places her arms on Miris strong shoulders. The Fixer bends over, whispering in her ears. “Oh don’t worry Nova, I'm mostly done with my little suggestions. The rest, you'll do all by yourself!” Miri shakes her head, then cocks her head at Shields by the office door. “I'm sorry, what did you say ma'am?” Shields opens her door, smiling at Miri. “Oh just to keep up the good work!” “Oh… alright!” Shields gives her one last smile before closing her door, the door locking behind her. Yawning, Scarlet opens her second coke, her other one forgotten, half-empty on her desk. She hiccups as she chugs the drink like water. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she wipes her hand on her gray slacks. “Ahhh. That hit the spot.” With renewed energy she gets back to work.
An hour of squinting at her computer later, and several trips to the breakroom later, Miri yawns as Shields steps out of her office. “With me Miri.” Surprised, Miri stands, wrapping her wrist computer around her muscular wrist. Her brain ignores the empty coke cans on her desk and she follows her boss. Miri follows Shields as she struts towards the elevator. She calls the elevator, tapping her feet as she skims through her computer. Miri stands awkwardly behind her, keeping her hands behind her back as she fidgets with her fingers. What does she need? The door opens and Shields walks in, Miri following behind her. Her boss taps a button, then crosses her arms, rapidly tapping a bicep with her hand. Unprompted Shields turns to Miri. “Do you know what I hate, Miri?” Panic grips Nova’s heart. “Um. What do you hate Ma’am.” Shields turns her blue stare onto Miri’s green eyes, her severe gaze holding Miri captive. “Spies Miri, I hate spies.” Nova’s heart begins to race, adrenaline coursing through her body. How did she find out? Nova’s stomach drops into a deep pit as she tries to keep all emotion off her face. She opens her mouth to deny it, when Shields speaks, her jaw clenched tight. “Someone leaked information to the media about our possible involvement in the rogue robots last week.” Shields takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. She then lets it out, when she opens her eyes, she stares at Miri. “Now we get to go fire them and lay a lawsuit on their ass.” Miri nods, not trusting herself to say anything without giving herself away. The door opens, and Miri follows her boss as they step onto a new floor. Research and development? I certainly need to spend some time here… Why don't I get any of their emails… They must go directly to Shields. Shields marches past smiling people, who quickly read her mood and step out of her way. Instead of being frightened, they mainly seem upset that their boss is upset. Strange.
Shields steps into an office and a muscular man stands up, looking chagrined. “Boss, I am so sorry.” Shields throws herself in a chair, draping her legs across the arm of the chair. Miri lowers herself more delicately into the other chair, sitting straight up, her heart still beating rapidly from thinking she was caught in the elevator. Shields sighs. “Not your fault Mark, sometimes these things happen. The only thing we can do is tighten our hiring practices. Again.” Shields sighs, deflating into her chair. Shields kicks her feet hanging off the legs like a child. “Oh, Mark. Have you met Miri?” Mark smiles and reaches his muscular hand across his desk, his cheeks dimpling. Miri smiles back at the tall muscular man, his black hair cut short. “I have not! Pleasure to meet you Miri.” Miri smiles as the man's muscular hand engulfs her smaller hand. “Likewise sir.” Mark turns his attention back to Shields, his face becoming more serious. If I found you in a club, I would ride your dick till you cried. But she feels no heat build in her core as she eyes the strong man, no butterflies in her stomach. “Have you already informed HR Mark?” Mark grimaces and nods. “Yeah, and our lawyers, they are already working on the papers to file. I don't think Tammy realizes how much she just ruined her life.” Shields sighs again and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I have no doubt she didn’t realize how fucking stupid she was, just a dumb kid.” Shields sits back up, looking more professional. “Tell the lawyers not to file charges, but tell HR they still need to let her go. We don’t need to ruin this kid's life because she fell for the lies of a reporter, but she can't work here anymore.” Mark nods sadly. “Alright boss, I'm sorry you had to deal with this.” Shields shrugs, her smile sad. “It’s alright.” he glances at her wrist computer then back at Mark. “Kasey meeting you for lunch?” Mark smiles and nods. “Mind if I join you?” Mark grins widely now as he stands. “I think if I didn’t invite you and Kasey found out she would murder me in my sleep.” Shields laughs and stands, facing Miri she nods towards the door. “Go get your own lunch Miri, i'll see you at 1.” Miri nods at Shields and Mark, her stomach already grumbling at the mention of lunch. She heads to the elevator and pants as she stands alone in the elevator as the doors close. I really thought they caught me! Shit! Her heart continues to race and she places a hand on the wall to steady herself as she breathes in and out. Her adrenaline crash making her lightheaded and dizzy. Before this mission, when she was stressed, Nova would hit the gym. Nova doesn't even think of the gym, instead Miri hits the floor for the food court, her mouth already watering, her heart racing again at the thought of lunch that would make her relax.
Miri smiles as she steps out into the food court, the welcome smells of grease and salt enveloping her, making her heart race faster, but her mind to slow down, moving away from the fear of being caught. Since I still haven't been paid… I'll just have a little chicken sandwich at Macburgers… And a shake, and fries. Then work it off later, I still need the calories more than the average person. Miri walks excitedly over to the counter, smiling as she sees Sunny waving. Miri waves back, waiting her turn in line as her stomach becomes more agitated. When it’s her turn, she steps up to the counter, smiling at Sunny. “Join me for lunch?” Sunny nods, and Miri feels a flutter in her stomach. “Great! I mean, cool.” Miri blushes. “I’ll have a uhhhhh…” She glances at the menu, her mouth watering as her stomach begs her for more than just a sandwich. I work out so much, eating a bit more won’t hurt… “A chicken sandwich…. And a number 3 with a coke, Mac sized, and uhhhh with a Mac sized chocolate shake, with oreos on top!” I've never had oreos! But they look good on the screen! Sunny nods and smiles as Miri sends her free meal plan to the register. “Be right out Miri.” Miri smiles and heads to the booth they ate at last. She sits on the hard booth. Miri taps her feet as she waits for Sunny and her food to arrive. After what feels like hours, but was most likely only 5 minutes Sunny arrives with lunch. Sunny grunts as she sits, placing a full tray between the two, a mountain of fries in the middle. Miri wastes no time biting into her triple decker burger, the grease, cheese, and amazing sauce exploding in her mouth, coating her lips and chin. She moans, closing her eyes in delight. Miri swallows a bite of burger then dips her fries into the shake, shoveling the treat into her mouth. The bits of oreos add to the texture and flavor. This is even better than just the shake and fries. Miri takes heaping bites of everything she eats, washing it down with the occasional swig of her 2 liter of coke. Miri smiles at Sunny, who eats a little bit more restrained. Sunny takes another bite of her burger, then asks. “H-How'sh your day s-sho far Miri?” Miri shovels another shovel load of fries and milkshake into her mouth before answering. “ S-Streshsful! Someone got'sh f-fired in reshearch a-and development.” Miri swallows her food, and continues as she loads up another shovel of fries. “Shields was so pissed, I thought she was going to fire me for a second!” Sunny gasps. “That's so scary! Can you tell me why they were fired?” Miri shoves another load of fries and shake into her mouth. “S-Sorry Sunny, I d-don't'sh want'sh to g-get'sh fired alsho.” Miri swallows her massive mouthful, washing it down with a long chug of coke. *UrrrRRPPP* An explosive belch erupts from Miri and she blushes a deep red, covering her mouth in embarrassment. “E-e-excuse me…” Miri wants to sink into the floor and disappear, but she still has food to eat. Sunny chuckles, continuing to eat her burger as if Miri hadn’t just let out an extreme amount of gas from her stomach.
Miri hasn’t even realized that Sunny hasn't had a single one of her fries from the massive pile on the tray, but the pile is already more than half gone. Miri sips her coke again, at a slower rate this time as her blush disappears. Miri finishes her burger after a few more bites, then starts on the chicken sandwich. She finishes her massive shake next, and grimaces in discomfort. “What's wrong Miri? Miri continues to squirm, her gut hurting her something fierce. Miri looks down, and sees her small belly pressed to its limit against her belt. “Oh… I forgot my belt…” Sunny chuckles, talking through another bite. “T-That'sh why I d-don't'sh wear one a-anymore.” Miri frowns, then undoes her belt. She moans at the instant relief, then buckles it again at a further hole. “There!” Sunny giggles, making Miri giggle as she eats the rest of her sandwich, then the massive pile of fries in the middle. By the end of her meal, Miri is sweating slightly, panting from how much she ate. Her belly presses against the button of her slacks and the belt this time. Her white shirt is tight against her stomach, making her look pregnant. I wish I wasn't in public… I would rub my belly for comfort. She blushes as she thinks that. No! That's what fat pigs do! Like Sunny! I'm just eating so much because I work out so much! Miri nods to herself. “I have to get back to work now Sunny, I'll let you know when I'm getting off.” Sunny nods, taking the tray as she stands. “Alright. Want to hit the gym if you have the time?” Miri stares at Sunny, suddenly remembering she left her workout clothes. “I forgot to bring my gym clothes…” Sunny shrugs. “There's always tomorrow. Bye Miri!” Miri stares off into the distance, her green eyes unfocused. I never forget my gym clothes… I need to run tonight and burn off these calories… She stands, groaning as she does so. She grabs her empty Mac sized soda, and brings it to the counter. “Sunny, can I get a refill before I go?” Sunny smiles and takes it, filling it up for her. “Cya later Miri.” “Cya Sunny.” Miri walks towards the elevator, dodging ‘normals’ who are wandering around the food court. Miri doesn't even think to wipe the mess of grease and food off her lips and hands, instead she uses her tongue to clean her lips, but leaves the grease and shake drying on her chin and hands, like her brain no longer counts it as important. She takes a deep sip of coke, then returns to her desk, empty soda cans still littering the desk as she sits down. Now that she's in private, she slowly rubs her belly. Nova groans in relief, then takes another swig of coke, her greasy hands leaving stains on her shirt. Definitely need to run tonight… After dinner though...
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Scarlet Warden stands over the Fixer, who lays defeated on the floor. Red lightning swirls around Scarlet, crackling around her. The Fixer moans, her black latex suit torn in several places as she brings her hands above her face, trying in vain to protect herself. Scarlet kicks the smaller woman's hands away, then kneels on the Fixer, her heavy knee pressing on The Fixers stomach. Fixer gasps. And Scarlet cackles. “I've been waiting for this Fixer. Time to show you who’s really in charge.” The Fixer moans again, and Scarlet tears her suit off, leaving her naked over the Fixer. Scarlet crouches down and places her throbbing pussy over the Fixers blood red lips. Scarlet grinds her pussy aggressively against the Fixer, moaning in pleasure as Fixer’s tongue gets to work. Scarlet closes her eyes as she moans, a rising storm of arousal growing in her core. The Fixer tries to push Scarlet off her, one hand pushing against her head. Scarlet laughs and places Fixer's finger in her mouth, biting it lightly and licking it with her finger, smiling when she hears the embarrassed moans of the Fixer. Scarlet moans as the Fixer licks her pussy, grinding harder and harder. As she grinds, the feeling of pleasure gets more and more distant, like it's being blocked. The soft groans of The Fixer disappear, and Scarlet sucks harder on the finger in her mouth. She opens her eyes, confused, staring down. The Fixer is gone, and so are Scarlet's breasts! Scarlet gasps, bringing her hands to her missing breasts. Her massive DD breasts are gone, leaving flat little nipples on her skinny chest. Below her, where the Fixer was, is a large stuffed animal, and Scarlet is grinding her large diaper against it. Whaaat! She tries to stop, but instead, finds herself grinding faster, her pathetic moans sounding soft and girlish even to her own ears. She sucks harder on whatever's in her mouth, then looks back up in shock, tears forming in her eyes. She stares back at herself in the mirror, but it isn’t her. It can't be! What looks like a different version of her stares back at her, her short scarlet hair is now bright blonde and in pigtails, with pink ribbons that fall to her waist. Her hard face is now soft and pale, a sprinkling of freckles on her rounder face. Her heroic chin and jaw is now soft and weak. She continues humping her stuffie as she stares, unable to stop herself. A pink pacifier is in her mouth, and as her heart races, she sucks on it harder, the comforting motions soothing her. I need to stop! I need to stop! She looks further down, her tears building furiously behind her eyes as her arousal continues to build, the storm inside of her growing faster and faster. Her muscles are no more, and a small layer of fat coats her body. Her breasts are long gone, and her belly is slightly swollen, like she just ate a large meal. Her crotch is covered by a large childlike pink diaper, that she furiously rubs against the pillow. I'm a big girl! Her soft, chubby thighs are on each side of the pillow and she moans around her paci as she gets closer to release. She's so close, she moans again, sucking harder and harder as she rides faster and faster, her clit rubbing against the padded diaper, the crinkling noise of her diaper overwhelming her ears. She closes her eyes and moans as she finds her release, her body shaking in ecstasy as an electric bolt shoots through her whole body. She whimpers as she falls forward, completely spent. She hears a slight tinkling coming from her crotch, and a warm feeling spreads in her crotch as her diaper swells “Mm peein!!” She shouts around her paci. “Of course you are silly!” Scarlet gasps around her pacifier, sucking even harder on it as she turns, staring up and up and up. The Fixer stands over her, towering above her. Scarlet gasps and tries to jump to her feet, but only succeeds in falling forward. “Oof!” Fixer laughs as Scarlet uses her hands to push herself to her feet, toddling unsteady on weak legs, her legs pushed awkwardly apart by her diaper. She swallows, and starts to cry as Scarlet realizes the top of her head only comes to just below Fixers waist. “There, there baby, everything will be alright. Do you want me to get your mommy Rosy?” Rosy sobs and nods her head, sitting back down on her butt, whimpering around her paci, waiting for her mommy.
Scarlet Warden jolts awake as the most powerful orgasm of her life strikes her. She moans as her whole body tightens, her hands and feet curling in pleasure. “Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk!” An electric current of pleasure shoots through her whole body as she gasps again as a pink fog rushes in around her brain, then fades away. She pants as her whole body releases at once, and she feels herself peeing her puffy underwear at the same time. She whimpers, and tries to stop it, but once started, her bladder refuses to stop. Pee runs from her overfilled underwear, soaking her bed, mixing with the old and cold pee from earlier in the night. Scarlet moans in embarrassment and pleasure as the leaking padded panties allows her warm pee to coat her thighs and blanket. “Fuck! What the fuck!” She screams as she rips the soaked blanket’s off her large body, throwing them on the floor. She wants to rage, to scream, to break things. But standing naked in her room except for the absolutely soaked blue padded panties, all she can do is cry. Tears fall down her face as she walks shamefaced to her bathroom, the smell of urine on her overpowering. She strips out of the leaking diaper and throws it in the trash. Whimpering, she hops in the shower, letting the warm water wash away her shame. She sobs in the shower just standing under the warm spray. I had a fucking wet dream, and peed the fucking bed so much I overflowed my new underwear… She takes a shuddering breath, her face red and mortified. The dream she had, has already slipped away from her mind, but the lingering hints of arousal stay with her as she washes the remainder of her body. She scrubs her muscular thighs and her crotch, ensuring no urine remains coated to her. A headache is building behind her eyes as she steps out of the shower, soaking wet.
Scarlet sniffles, and wipes away the rest of her tears as she dries herself off. As she puts on a fresh pair of pastel pink underwear. She blushes as the comforting padding wraps around her crotch and waist. I hate these. She slips into her golden suit and armor, then sighs as she stares at the mess of her bed, the smell hitting her from the other room. She blushes furiously, gnawing on her lower lip as she tries to think what to do, slowly starting to panic. Beatrice will know! Sighing in relief, her panic flowing away as she smiles, thinking of her competent secretary, Scarlet sends her a quick message. Only a few moments later, Beatrice steps into Scarlet's room. Scarlet smiles at Beatrice’s soft features, and forgets why she called the tall, curvaceous, beautiful brown haired woman in. Beatrice's hazel eyes stare at Scarlet's own gray in concern. “You needed me, Scarlet?” Scarlet blushes shakes her head to clear it. Focus! She blushes as she remembers why she called Beatrice in. “I uh.. I ruined my bedding last night…” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath as Beatrice takes a step forward, laying a hand on Scarlet's rock hard bicep. “So I need new bedding… Again… Please?” Beatrice strokes Scarlet's arm comfortingly. “Oh Scarlet… Did you not wear your new underwear to sleep?” Scarlet blushes even harder, her face feeling like a furnace. Scarlet gnaws her lip, feeling it tremble beneath her teeth. Tears build in her eyes and she blinks rapidly to clear them. “I d-did… But I l-leaked through them.” Beatrice stares at her with only concern in her matronly eyes, her arm continuing to caress Scarlet's muscular arm. “I see… Well this cannot continue, if I keep replacing your bedding, people will start to ask questions.” Scarlet nods. I was afraid of that… Now what? Sleep without bedding? On the floor? “I have a sister who dealt with this same thing, if you trust me, I think I can help. At least for your nightly accidents.” Scarlet, trusting Beatrice absolutely nods. “Good, I'll have someone remove this, and I'll have some new nightly underwear here soon.” What? Scarlet stares at Beatrice who remains stroking her arm. “What do you mean new underwear? The last ones didn't work!” Beatrice calmly continues to stroke Scarlet's arm “Not so loud Scarlet.” Scarlet blushes even hotter, and mouths a sorry at her, making Beatrice smile at her. I like when she smiles. “Yes but this underwear obviously isn't cutting it for nighttime use. They're fine for daytime, but these new ones will be better for sleeping, less likely to leak.” Scarlet nods, feeling tears dripping down her eyes. I'm so pathetic now. I piss my bed every night… Beatrice coos softly to scarlet. “Oh there there Scarlet, don’t cry, Beatrice will take care of everything. Let's get you some breakfast. You'll feel much better after that.” Scarlet nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. That tone and platitudes from anyone else would drive Scarlet into a fury, but from Beatrice, it succeeds in calming her down.
Beatrice disappears into the kitchen while Scarlet takes a seat at her table, squirming as the padding of her dry underwear pushes against her crotch. Scarlet feels an electric tingle starting in her pussy. Scarlet chews her lower lip as she squishes her thighs together, the thin padding crinkling between her legs. She moans as her headache returns with a vengeance, and presses her fingers against her temples, closing her eyes. Beatrice returns with a plate full of crackers and apple slices, a steaming coffee makes Scarlet almost moan in delight. “Headache?” Scarlet nods, the pulsing in her head stronger than ever. “Poor Scarlet. Finish your meal and I'll give you another massage.” Scarlet nods and powers through her headache, staring at her coffee.
The black coffee she once loved so much is now almost completely white with cream and sugar. She takes a sip, cringing at how bitter it still tastes. “Something wrong Scarlet?” Scarlet shrugs and frowns as she grabs a cracker. “Coffee is too bitter.” “Oh I’m sorry! Let me fix that for you.” Scarlet nods as she eats her apple slices and crackers, enjoying her light breakfast. How does this simple meal taste so good? Scarlet hums in delight as she finishes her apple slices and crackers, her early mortification from the morning slowly melting away. Beatrice returns, placing another cup of coffee down. Scarlet picks up the coffee, only the slightest hint of brown in the sea of cream. She takes a sip and moans in pleasure. So much better! “Better?” Beatrice beams at Scarlet as she finishes her ‘coffee’. “Much better Beatrice!” Scarlet nods, wiping white cream from her mouth. Beatrice smiles and Scarlet feels a flutter in her stomach. “I'm glad! Such a good job on your breakfast!” Scarlet frowns. What did she just say to me? Before she can question what Beatrice just said, Beatrice wraps her hands around Scarlet's head, her index fingers pushing on her temples.
Scarlet moans as Beatrice pushes hard, her thumbs pressing into her neck as well. Scarlet whimpers in relief as the pounding headache in her head disappears, her stress melting away. “Mmmmmm.” Scarlet moans, and Beatrice chuckles, her voice low and close to Scarlet's ear. Scarlet feels butterflies in her stomach as her arousal builds, blood rushing to her clit. Scarlet squirms, holding in a moan as her padding rubs against her clit. “So much stress Scarlet… You really need to let me do this more often.” Scarlet nods, closing her eyes as Beatrice’s calm low voice caresses her as she puts more pressure on her head. Her bladder twinges, starting to ache. She moans and tries to stand, but her body feels like putty in Beatrice's hands. She clenches her thighs, moaning in pain as her bladder feels close to bursting. Beatrice releases her hands. “What's wrong Scarlet?” Scarlet blushes furiously as she squirms, her arousal mixing with the pain of her bladder. “I have to pee!” “Oh that's all? Go ahead.” Beatrice steps back and Scarlet stands quickly, walking pigeon toed to the bathroom as she struggles to hold her bladder in, her thighs clenching hard together. Almost there! She closes the bathroom door behind her as she reaches for the toilet, freezing in horror as her bladder releases. She tries to stop the flow, but nothing stops the torrent. Tears build in her eyes as the warm urine fills her training panties, and she whimpers as the thin absorbent padding swells around her crotch, putting pressure on her clit. She moans as her clit rubs against the swollen padding, an electric zap running through her spine. Why… Why does it feel so good? She whimpers as the flow finally stops, and the padding swells around her crotch, the warm padding having reached its limits. Her sniffles become a wailing sob as she feels the icky warm padding surrounding her. Crying, she rips her armor off, then her flight suit. She cries harder as she sees herself in the mirror, an Amazon goddess in swollen pink underwear, yellow stains in the front. Her muscular legs tremble as she stands crying, her abs quivering as she takes deep shuddering breaths. The door opens behind her and she twists around, shame overwhelming her. Noooo! “Scarlet whats wro…” Beatrice stops, her eyes wide. Scarlet opens her mouth to scream at her to get out, but her lower lip trembles and a wailing cry comes out instead. “Oh Scarlet…” Beatrice wraps her arms around Scarlet's waist, her head resting on Scarlet's large breasts. Beatrice doesn't seem to mind the swollen stained underwear pressing against her waist as she pats Scarlet on the back. Scarlet endures the hug at first, sniffling, wanting to break free. But slowly she sinks into the warmth, her cries finally silencing as Beatrice slowly soothes her, rubbing her back with slow circles. Scarlet sniffles, then breathes deep, inhaling Beatrice’s smell relaxes her further, her mind swimming in a sea of arousal, shame, and disgust. The scent of Beatrice, a mix of cinnamon and sugar, slowly makes Scarlet stop crying completely. Finally Beatrice ends the hug, and Scarlet almost pouts as the warmth is removed from her. “It’s okay Scarlet, it's not your fault.” Scarlet shakes her head, chewing on her lower lip as she denies it. It is my fault! I can’t even control my bladder! “Scarlet! Listen to me!” Scarlet widens her eyes in surprise, stopping her shaking at Beatrice’s firm tone. No one speaks to me like that! “Why do you have the new underwear in the first place?” Scarlet chews her lips, unable to look at Beatrice. “Because I can’t control my bladder anymore…” She sniffles again, and Beatrice rubs Scarlet's muscular arms. “No, it's because The Fixer has done something awful to you. Anyone that Fixer did this to would be in the same spot. You have nothing to be ashamed of, this is exactly what these are for.” Scarlet sniffles and nods, wiping her snot and tears away. I… I guess. Scarlet shrugs. “I… I guess you're right.” Beatrice steps back, her hands on her large hips as she glares up at Scarlet, a smile on her soft face. “Of course I'm right. Now, take a shower and get cleaned up…” Beatrice eyes Scarlet's swollen underwear, making Scarlet squirm. “I think we underestimated what Fixer has done to you.” Scarlet grimaces and blushes in shame, her hands moving to hide her diaper, as if she can make it disappear. Beatrice raises an eyebrow at Scarlet, smirking now. “Take a shower Scarlet, I'll take care of the rest.” Blushing, Scarlet nods as Beatrice leaves. Scarlet looks at herself in the mirror and cringes. I forgot I was naked except for my panties! Blushing, she peels the warm, wet underwear off her, cringing at the smell and the feel. She throws it away, and for the second time in an hour steps into the shower to wash her accident away.
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Nova Ranger grabs another handful of candy from her bowl, placing it in her mouth, she chews the candy then swallows with a sip of her coke. She wipes her sticky hands on her desk, then gets back to typing. She squints at the small letters on the screen, then rubs her eyes again. “Ughhh. I wish I could make the text larger.” All this squinting is giving her a headache, and she takes another sip of her warm coke. Only hours after her lunch, Miri has already made multiple stops to the break room, finally tiring of the interruptions, she grabbed a large bowl and filled it with all of her new favorite snacks. Oreos, Reeses, Hershey kisses, and more. Each time she went to the break room for a little snack, she tried less and less of the healthy options, and more and more of the sugary treats. On her last trip, she didn't even look at the fresh apples, bananas, or other fruit and vegetables. I'll run when I get home, I'm just rewarding myself for a job well done today. Nodding to herself, Nova shoves another oreo in her mouth, moaning in delight as the chocolate and vanilla fills her mouth. “Ahem.” Nova jumps in surprise, almost choking on her oreo as she coughs. “Er sorry.” The woman apologizes as Miri chugs her coke, trying to clear her airway. She wipes her blurry eyes, then stares in surprise at the police officer in front of her. It's that woman from the rogue robot night… Kowalski I think? The Detective has her brown hair tied into a ponytail, her blue eyes staring in concern at Miri. Her lips are in a soft frown, at odds with the harsh lines of her heroic face. She wears just the faintest hints of professional makeup. Her neck is slim and leads to feminine shoulders, with just the slightest hint of muscles underneath her open brown leather jacket reveals a badge sitting on her small perky breasts, covered by a blue flannel shirt that tucks into black denim jeans. Her feet are covered with black tennis shoes, perfect for running around all day. Miri almost sighs, wishing she could wear comfortable shoes all day. Miri finally stands, suppressing a groan as her belly pushes against her belt. “Good afternoon Detective?” Miri lets the question hang as she offers her hand. “Detective Kowalski Ma’am.” Kowalski shakes Miri’s hand, and Miri misses the quickly hidden look of disgust as Kowalski rubs her now sticky hand on the back of her jeans. “And what can I do for you?” Kowalski smiles, her smile never reaching her blue eyes. “I would like to ask Ms. Shields a few questions if she has the time.” Interesting… Miri smiles fakely at the detective. “Do you have an appointment? Ms. Shields is very busy.” The detective crosses her arms, her biceps swelling against her jacket as she flexes. Miri almost scoffs. Trying to intimidate me Detective? Or turn me on? “No, but I would appreciate just a few moments of her time to ask some questions.” Miri smiles. “How about I go ask her if she can spare a few moments.” Kowalski smiles as Miri turns around, walking towards the office doors. Kowalski wrinkles her nose in disgust as she eyes the secretaries desk. Empty coke cans and wrappers dot the top of it, and several wrappers lay on the floor.
Miri knocks on her boss's door, then enters when the door unlocks. Shields looks up from her desk, an eyebrow raised. “What’s up Miri.” Miri steps closer to Sields, her face serious. “There's a Detective Kowalski outside wanting to ask you a few questions. Should I send her away?” Shields looks temporarily stunned, then confused. “Did she say what she wanted?” Shit should have asked what it was in relation to. Miri shakes her head. “She didn’t say Ma’am.” Now Shields looks intrigued. “Hmmmm. Send her in, Miri. Tell her I can spare a few minutes. Tell her next time I expect her to make an appointment though.” Miri nods and turns around. “Oh and Miri?” Miri turns back at Shields, her brows raised. “You have food on your blazer. Go freshen up.” Ew really? Shit! Miri blushes furiously as she looks down at her shirt, bits of lunch staining her black blazer. She cringes and smiles sheepishly at Shields. “I’m sorry Ma’am.” Shields shrugs and Miri opens the door, her face still flushed. The detective is where Miri left her, arms still crossed. “She can see you for a few minutes, she would like an appointment next time though. Would you like anything to drink?” The woman shakes her head and steps towards the door, Mrii holds it open as the woman passes. “Detective, how can I help you?” Miri watches as Shields stands, her eyebrows raising in appreciation of the detective. Maybe she is gay? Miri closes the door, wrinkling her nose. How did I not notice the stain on my blazer? She hurries to the restroom and grimaces at her reflection. “Oh my god I look awful!” Her green eyes look tired and dull, her blonde hair lying limp and lifeless on her head and shoulders. She touches her hair with a hand, and cringes when she feels a small sheen of grease. I need to shower as soon as I get home. Ewwww. Worse of all is her mouth, her cheap lipstick has been smeared by her lunch and snacks. Grease and a bit of red sauce has dripped down her chin where it dried. She grimaces and wipes her face clean with a rough paper towel, then stares in horror at her chin. “A zit!” She yelps. I've never had zits before! It's all this awful junk food I'm eating! No more, never again! She reaches into her purse and pulls out her cheap portable make up, reapplying her makeup, and covering her zit. At least now it's hidden… But I know it's there… Done with her make up, she grimaces at the stain on her blazer. Red sauce and a bit of mayo have rubbed into the left side of her blazer. She wrinkles her nose, then dots it with water and brushes it hard with a napkin. She frowns as the stain remains. “Fuck… I really need to do laundry now.” She sighs and slips her arms out of her blazer, and she stares at her small belly in the mirror. Her taut stomach arches out, bulging against her belt, the button straining to its limits. Her ribs are visible beneath her white blouse, but her abs seem to be hiding. She grimaces and stares at her tiny belly. “I look like im fucking pregnant!” You look like a fatty! She turns sideways and grimaces. Her belly looks out of place with the rest of her muscular body. Standing sideways, it only sticks out a few inches, but still looks obscene to Nova, who has never eaten as much as she has the past few days. No more shitty food, no more dinner with Sunny. I'm working out every night again until this is fixed! She grimaces as she remembers she forgot her workout bag with her clothes at home. “I'll run tonight! When I get home.” Nodding to herself she throws her blazer over her shoulder and returns to her desk. Muffled conversation reaches her ear through the door as she sits, pointedly ignoring the bowl of sweets and 2 liters of coke on her desk. She throws her dirty blazer on the floor beneath her desk, forgetting about it almost immediately. She opens her wrist computer and sends out some emails, surprised that Shields is still talking to the detective. It's already been 10 minutes? What are they talking about? Miris stomach grumbles and she reaches for the bowl, stopping her hand as it wraps around a hershey's kiss. No! No more sweets. Her stomach growls angrily and she pushes it down, calling on her willpower she drops the treat. “That's right. I'm in control!” Smiling to herself at her awesome willpower, she opens her computer and squints at the small writing of her emails. “Grrrr. I hate this shitty computer.” When I get paid, the first thing I'm doing is getting a better one. Her headache builds as her eyes strain harder and harder, forcing her to squint. She sighs and wraps her small hand around her large soda, sighing in relief as her headache dissipates as she takes a long sip. She smacks her lips putting the soda down.
For the next 30 minutes she works, every few minutes taking a sip of her warm soda. Miri grimaces as her belly keeps pushing uncomfortably against her slacks, growling every now and then. Feeling her willpower weaken, Miri stares at the bowl of sweets, her mouth watering. A slight headache grows and she finally gives in, grabbing another oreo. Just one more. She takes a bite, moaning as the sugary treat fills her mouth. In another bite the oreo is gone, and she reaches for another one. Might as well finish the bowl before works over. I'll just sprint my whole run. Glad she has an excuse to finish her snacks, Miri grabs a handful, returning to work. A few minutes later Shields and the detective walk out, both blushing slightly. Miri keeps her face strictly professional, her curiosity hidden as Shields and Detective Kowalski shake hands, their grips seeming to linger longer than is professional. “Have a good day detective, I hope you find the answers you're looking for soon.” Kowalski shrugs and smirks, finally releasing Shields' grip. “I hope so too. It was a pleasure meeting you, I hope to see you again soon.” Shields smiles at the detective, her gaze heated. “Talk to Miri, I'll see you then, Detective. Be safe.” With that Shields closes her door, leaving the Detective to stare at the closed door, seemingly forgetting Miri is in the room with her. The detective lets out a long sigh, then turns to Miri, her cheeks red. Miri smiles benignly at the detective as Kowalski steps back in front of Miris desk. The detective lets out a small breath, then smiles at Miri, Kowalski’s pale cheeks red. “Lili- Ms.Shields told me she’s free most from 2pm to 5pm fridays.” Miri smiles and looks at Shields' calendar. “Does 2pm tomorrow work?” Kowalski grimaces, not this week, but next Friday will.” Miri nods and types a bit. She looks back up at the detective and nods. “Okay I have you down for 2pm next week on the 25th… Should I make this a recurring appointment.” The detective opens her mouth then blushes, shaking her head. “Not at this time. Thanks, Miri.” Miri smiles at Kowalski. I wonder where this little development will lead… “No problem detective, have a good day.” Kowalski nods. “You as well.” The detective turns and leaves, a little more pep in her step. Very interesting… Miri shoves a handful of small candies into her mouth, then washes the taste away with her coke. So… The detective and Shields seemed to hit it off… What were they talking about in there for almost an hour? Miri raises an eyebrow as she wipes her mouth with her hand, before shoving an entire oreo in her mouth. She chews as she checks her wrist computer. 4pm… If we get off soon I can run for like 3 hours. She swallows, then shoves another oreo in.
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by Dartista1 » Sun Apr 07, 2024 12:41 pm
Chapter 6 Cont.
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Scarlet stares in horror at the new underwear Beatrice holds up in her hands, her head pounding in pain and fear. “No Beatrice. Absolutely not!” Scarlet’s voice is raising in outrage. Beatrice raises an eyebrow and Scarlet swallows, continuing in a lower voice. “Um. Beatrice… I can’t! It's… It’s…an actual diaper….” The diaper Beatrice holds up is much poofier and padded than the padded underwear Scarlets has been wearing. Scarlet can’t rip her eyes away from the beige diaper. Still staring at the diaper she whispers. “It looks like… what a child would wear…” Scarlet swallows, and feels an electric tingle growing from her crotch, imaging the beige diaper around her crotch, protecting her. So big… Scarlet squirms in her seat as Beatrice continues to glare at her. “I'm sorry Scarlet, but this is the best way to ensure you don’t leak during the night. Are you saying you want to leak every time you sleep?” Scarlet chews on her lower lip, tears of frustration and pain building in her gray eyes.“That's not what I mean!” Beatrice frowns at Scarlet, confused. “Then what's wrong with these diapers, Scarlet? You wont wear them outside this room. Plenty of adults wear these, there's nothing to be ashamed of.” Scarlet’s vision is blurry as takes a shuddering breath, rubbing her temples. “But… a diaper?” She whispers, staring at her blurry desk. Beatrice steps around the desk and puts her hands on Scarlet's temples, slowly rubbing her headache away. Scarlet whimpers in relief as her pain melts away. “How about I go make you some dinner, and you can try them on, see how it feels. I think you'll find they're not as large as they appear, and this way you won’t have to worry about leaking during the night. Trust me, please.” Scarlet moans as Beatrice's magic hands smooth away her fears and headache. She sniffles and rubs her teary eyes. “Okay…” Beatrice continues to massage. “Okay what Scarlet?” Scarlet sniffles again. “I’ll try the new d-diapers.” “Good girl Scarlet, I’m very proud of you.” Warmth spreads through Scarlet's body at the praise and she smiles slightly. Beatrice steps back, heading towards the door. “I'll be back in 5 minutes with a nice dinner for you.” Scarlet nods, her vision slowly moving back to the diaper. The door closes and Scarlet chews on her lips. Taking a deep breath, Scarlet stands, and slowly takes her armor off, never taking her eyes from the beige diaper. She steps out of her boots, then strips out of her golden flight suit. Finally she pulls off her current, dry panties and places them next to the new diaper. The new one looks so much larger and childish then her last one and she chews on her lower lip, nervously shifting her weight from leg to leg.
Scarlet takes a deep breath, and picks up the diaper. She can immediately tell that this one has much more padding than her padded underwear, and is heavier as well. Taking a deep breath she steps into it and pulls it up. The material crinkles as pulls it, and she gasps when her pussy is enveloped by the warm, safe padding. “Oh!” She blushes as her arousal rises. Why does this feel so much better than the other one? Why does it feel good at all? Her other diapers only came up to the waist, having an easily hidden waistband. She blushes as she realizes this one comes up slightly higher, making it harder to hide if she was wearing jeans or shorts. Scarlet stares down at her new diaper. She blushes furiously when she squeezes her legs together, and finds that the extra padding pushes furiously against her clit, making her wet. “This… this isn’t so bad… I guess? I can sleep in this…” Scarlet slowly takes her diaper off, feeling almost reluctant to take the comfortable padding off. She finally takes a deep breath, pulling the beige diaper off and hiding them in her desk, pulling her blue padded underwear back on. The padding doesn’t feel as good as before, her arousal cooling down. Scarlet steps back into her golden suit and zips it back up and puts on her armor. Scarlet moans as she places her crotch armor on, as it is pressed right up against her padded underwear, her arousal climbing again, as it puts more pressure on her clit. She turns and looks timidly at the mirror in her office, afraid of what she will see. Scarlet lets out a sigh of relief, as her padded underwear is completely unnoticeable hidden beneath her uniform. No one will notice… But I know I'm wearing training panties around everyone… Scarlet blushes as her arousal rises at the degrading thought. Could I pee myself in front of someone without them noticing? The electric tingling shoots through her body and Scarlet moans, her pussy growing wet at the thought. N…noooo. I’m not a pervert… Scarlet sits back in her chair, her padded underwear pressing against her clit. She chews on her lip as her crotch armor puts more pressure on her swollen clit. Fuck. I'm going to have to touch myself later just to fall asleep! Her hands clench and unclench. I could touch myself now…
Scarlet is startled out of her thoughts as Beatrice enters without knocking, placing a tray of decaf coffee and soup on the table for her. Scarlet smiles at Beatrice. “So, did you try them on?” Scarlet blushes and nods. Beatrice stares at her with a critical eye. “And what did you think?” They felt good… Scarlet blushes and squirms at the awful thought, suppressing a moan as her padding rubs against her clit. “T-they were okay… I guess I can wear them to sleep.” Beatrice nods, smiling. Scarlet drinks her soup, moaning in appreciation at the amazing food. She puts the soup down, and is surprised when Beatrice wipes her mouth with a napkin. “There! You had a bit of soup left on you.” Scarlet blushes furiously, embarrassed at being treated like a child. “I-I could have gotten that.” Beatrice crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Obviously you could have gotten that Scarlet, but I got it for you. Why is it so hard for you to accept help?” Scarlet cringes, knowing Beatrice was right, not feeling the rage she expected from Beatrice treating her like a child. Don’t take your anger out on the one person helping you day in and day out. Scarlet squirms under Beatrice's glare, feeling small under the hot glare. “I’m sorry Beatrice, you didn’t deserve that.” Beatrice smiles, uncrossing her arms. “No I didn’t. But I understand, you're under a lot of stress.” Beatrice retreats, taking the tray and leaving the coffee. Scarlet grabs the coffee, taking a sip. She sighs in relief, finally not tasting the awful bitterness of her last few drinks. She stares at her drink, and sees the drink is pure cream, without a hint of brown. Strange. Oh well, it's better than the last few cups. Scarlet soon finishes her ‘coffee’ not even noticing there is no coffee at all left in it, just warm milk, cream, and sugar. Soon Scarlet finds herself with a restless energy, her feet tapping and unable to focus on her work. Gotta work out! Gotta work out this energy! Was that decaf? Or a super duper coffee? Twitching with energy, Scarlet walks out of her office. “Gotta work out! Too much energy!” Beatrice stares in surprise as Scarlet buzzes by, her voice high and fast. “Uh, Okay?”
Scarlet laughs and runs to her room, already pulling her armor and flight suit off before the door even closes behind her. Wow! I've never had this much energy! Gotta burn it off! Too bad there's no crime going on right now! Scarlet steps out of her boots, leaving her in her sports bra and padded underwear. She pulls a short black shirt on, that stops right below her breasts. Then pulls stretchy yoga pants over her underwear. She stares at herself, blushing at how noticeable the underwear is underneath the yoga pants. The padding causes a bulge in her crotch and ass. I can't wear any of my work out clothes outside of this room… Maybe a dress or skirt would work, but I don't have any… Too bad dresses and skirts suck. Feeling twitchy standing still this long, Scarlet throws her sneakers on and hops on the treadmill, immediately sprinting. Each step causes her clit to rub against her dry padding, and she starts to moan as she runs faster and faster. Finally, sweat starts to run down her forehead and back, but she knows it's not from the workout. I… I have to stop or I'm going to cum! Scarlet stops, panting in arousal. “Bench press! Bench press will be safe!” She shuffles over to her bench setup and lays down, easily lifting 400 lbs over and over again, trying to burn all her energy. At least I'm not getting closer to cumming in my underwear now. She blushes at the thought, biting her lip. Would that be so bad? She gasps at the foreign thought, working out harder and faster. It would be awful! How degrading! She stops her bench pressing and sits up, hearing the faintest crinkling of her padded underwear. She looks around the gym, looking for something else to do when she feels her bladder fill rapidly! She gasps and jumps up, pigeon toeing her feet as she clenches her legs, attempting to keep her bladder from releasing itself. “No!” She hustles as fast as she can to the bathroom, when her bladder releases itself. “Ahhhhhhh” She moans in relief as she pees herself a third time today. She blushes as her padding swells, the warm padding feeling amazing as it presses harder against her clit. An electric tingle of pleasure shoots through her body as she empties her bladder into her underwear. “Ohhhhh.” She has to place a hand on the wall to steady herself, her whole crotch feeling nice, warm, and an amazing electric tingling spreading throughout her body. She takes a deep breath, and finally feels steady enough to stand straight again. She feels no liquid dripping down her legs, and she smiles shyly. She has to know though. She pulls her yoga pants down to her ankles, and stares at herself in the gym mirror. “I look so pathetic…” She says softly, with her underwear showing a bit of yellow, and her pants around her ankles. She blushes at another shock of arousal from her own words and frowns, shaking her head. “No! I hate this! Don't I?” She gnaws on her lower lip, staring at her swollen underwear, relieved it's not leaking. Only a yellow stain near her crotch showing the world she had a little accident. The warm padding starts to cool and she grimaces. She sighs loudly, stepping out of her yoga pants. “Guess I need to shower, and find another pair of padded underwear…”
She blushes as she strips out of her clammy underwear, already her legs and crotch feel strange without the familiar feeling of padding. She frowns as she throws it away. This is how I should feel all the time! The padding should feel wrong! Clenching her hands, she steps into the shower, quickly washing off before completing the rest of her routine except for one thing missing, Scarlet no longer attempts to pee in the toilet before bed, knowing it will be useless. Stepping naked and dry out of her bathroom, Scarlet is surprised to see several large unmarked boxes in her room. Scarlet sighs as she opens the box, finding layer upon layer of the new type of diaper for sleeping. Sighing in relief, Scarlet steps into one, pulling the beige adult diaper up around her waist. The comforting feeling of padding and crinkling makes her crotch feel safe and secure, and arousal starts to build in her body with the extra padding. Yawning, Scarlet lays down in her bed. Curling into a little ball under her blankets, her breath slowly starts to even out as she falls asleep. An hour or so later, Scarlet moans in pleasure as she releases her bladder, her padding swelling and warming around her. She moans as she stops, squirming in relief as the padding swells around her, but doesnt leak onto her bed.
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Nova Ranger yawns as she pulls into the dark parking spot of her and Sunny's home, feeling slightly light headed from hunger. 9pm… We worked until 9 fucking Pm. Miri frowns as she steps out of the car, her stomach rumbling at eating so late. “I know! I know!” Even bowl after bowl of snacks wasn't enough to keep her sated as she worked. Wearily, Nova unlocks the house door, wrinkling her nose at the smell of Sunny’s body odor, weed, and cigarette smoke. Her stomach rumbles as she also smells something amazing radiating from the kitchen, which she follows like a siren's song. Her bare feet pad along the sticky floor and she makes a mental note. Deep clean after soccer on Saturday. The whole fucking house. She moans as her stomach rumbles hard as she sees the dinner left out for her. So much! A large pot of pasta is on the stove, along with several brownies and cookies. Miri slowly steps to the stove, and sees that Sunny has used some of her chicken in the pasta. At least I get some protein… I can eat this, then run for an hour before a shower and bed. She looks around for a clean bowl, and seeing none decides to take the entire pot. It's not that large anyway. She reaches for the pot before a voice stops her. “Oh good, you found the dinner I made for you!” Miri smiles as she turns around.” Sunny stands in a large bathrobe, her hair wet, a large smile on her face. “Thank you so much for cooking again Sunny! Sorry I couldn’t give you a ride.” Sunny shrugs, grabbing a cookie for herself. “It's no problem, I know you get kept late sometimes. Make sure you try my special desserts!” I really shouldn't… But they smell so good! She reaches for a brownie, her mouth watering. “Make sure you only have one to begin with.” Why? Miri shrugs and grabs one, the first bite like an orgasm in her mouth. Her whole body shudders in delight. “W-Whoooaaa! Wow! Thish i-ish amazin' Shunny!” Sunny giggles, swallowing the bite of her cookie as Miri attacks her brownie, finishing it in three bites. “Glad you like it! I used the last of my THC in this batch.” THC? Oh shit! These are edibles! Miri groans, closing her eyes and rubbing them with a greasy hand. “What's wrong? I thought you liked it?” Miri opens her eyes. “I uh, I’ve never been high before… I didn’t know this had weed in it.” Sunny looks shocked, her mouth hanging open, making her cute double chin more pronounced. Cute!? “Never! I thought you knew when I said special! Shit! Don’t panic!” Nova feels herself starting to panic. Sunny grabs Miris hand. “Come with me.” Miri follows Sunny in a daze as Sunny leads her to the couch, pointing at it. “Sit!” Miri lowers herself down, her belly still pushing uncomfortably against her belt. Sunny wrings her hands. “Im really sorry Miri. Just. uh. Sit here for the next few hours.” Miri groans, finally looking up at the chubby woman. “But I was supposed to run tonight!” Miri grabs her tiny taut tummy as if to illustrate why she needs to run. Sunny blushes and averts her eyes. “Ha, like you need to lose any weight Miri, you look amazing!” Miri blushes at the compliment, and Sunny turns the TV on, putting the same show they watched the night before on. Oooh this is where we left off! “Okay Miri, i'll take care of you, it's just a little weed, but, uh, yeah you may feel a bit lethargic.” Miri shrugs, still watching the TV. “That doesn't seem so bad? What if I get the munchies? I've heard that's a thing.” Sunny chuckles. “Well that won’t be a problem in this house. Want me to grab your dinner?” Miri nods absently, already worrying less as she zones in on the television..
Sunny returns with the pot, placing it in Miris lap. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Miri nods, already grabbing a forkful of pasta. She moans with her first bite, hugging the pot close to her belly as if afraid someone will take the pasta away from her. “Wow! What'sh shauce i-ish thish?” Sunny laughs from the kitchen. “Alfredo sauce! I made it myself!” Miri nods, watching the TV, feeling herself finally start to relax. Maybe it won't be so bad… Before she knows it, Miri finishes the pot of pasta, finishing four servings like it was nothing. Her stomach aches against her sclacks, and she unbuckles her belt, sighing in relief as her little taut tummy bulges out further. “That's better.” Weed isn't too bad… Kinda nice… Miri sinks further into the couch, her hand gently rubbing her belly. She moans, the sensation feeling so nice she lifts her shirt up, her greasy hand on her bare taut belly, the feeling orgasmic to her. Miris arms feel heavier and heavier as she rests them on her belly. She sinks further into the couch, more comfortable than she’s ever been in her life. Woooow. This is the best… Why have I never smoked before? Oh well… Time to run today's food off. She tries to stand, but fails. Her feet barely move, and she only succeeds in sinking further into the couch. Her stomach rumbles and she groans, her belly demanding more. Well I can get up to grab some more food, then run. She uses her sluggish arms, trying to stand, but fails. Huh, that's strange. “Sunnnnyyyy!?” Sunny walks out of the kitchen, some flour on her forehead. “Yes Miri? You okay?” Miri giggles. “I’m stuck on the couch… And I'm hungry!” Sunny walks next to Miri, who is staring dazed up at the chubby goddess. Sunny is so hot… “Oh… I think your couch-locked… I didn't expect this for you… Um, how do you feel, Miri?” Miri scrunches her nose. Couch-locked? I guess I am stuck… stuck on a couch… “Uhhh, I'm good… Kind of horny… and really hungry…” Miri blushes, unable to believe she just admitted that. Sunny smiles, her chubby cheeks blushing. “I think I can help with both of those. One second.” Miri wrinkles her eyebrows. Help how? Miri lays down completely on the couch, one hand rubbing her taut belly, the other opening her slacks, then sneaking a hand onto her panties, slowly rubbing her clit. Just soooo pent up. She rubs her clit, gently placing more pressure on herself as she watches TV and rubs her belly. Miri barely notices Sunny placing plates and bags on the floor next to Miri, easily accessible for Miri to grab. Miri makes several trips before finally handing something to Miri. Miri grabs the silicone object, staring at it before her slow mind realizes it's a vibrator. She blushes, staring at Sunny. “Oh… thanks?”
Sunny giggles, backing away. “I'll be in my room Miri. Shout if you need anything.” Sunny bends down and puts a greasy wet kiss on Miris forehead. Miri blushes, her lethargic body exploding in arousal. She moans as Sunny walks away, barely aware as she turns the toy on, and pushes the pulsating toy down her slacks. Miri moans with pleasure as her clit is touched by the toy. “Sooo gooood.” Her stomach rumbles angrily, and she reaches her free hand down to the floor, going by feel, she brings up a handful of snacks. She shoves handful after handful of greasy, salty, and sweet treats into her mouth as she touches herself with her toy, pushing the toy deeper into her pussy. Her brain starts to slowly change as it relates fat, salt, and grease with sexual pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure is building in her pussy and core as she takes another bite of pasta. With a mouth stuffed full of fattening pasta, her body finally cums. Orgasm after orgasm hits the stoned, well fed woman. “O-Oh ... fuuck ...*burRRPPpp*... Oh ...*urrRPPphh*... f-fuuck.” In a daze, Nova takes the toy out of her pussy, still burping occasionally, unable to stop. Miri moans as she puts the toy down on the couch beside her, her wet juices pressing against her side. She blushes as she lets out a small fart, then laughs nervously, her body even more lethargic as she slowly continues to finish the massive feast Sunny left out for her. Miri pushes her stomach to the limits as she lays on the couch, groaning in pain as pushes her stomach further than it's ever been before. The extra pasta Sunny brought out is long gone, just a few snacks remaining. Ughhhhh. I'm so stuffed… I'm not gonna eat tomorrow at all… And I'm certainly going to run… Miri yawns, feeling so stuffed and bloated, she no longer can eat anymore. She lets out a large burp, and takes her tight, stained shirt off, then her slacks. With her eyes closed she takes her bra and panties off, laying naked on the messy couch, her body sweaty from pushing it so hard with this meal. She rolls over on her side, her face pressed into the spot Sunny usually sits. Miri breathes in deep, whimpering in pleasure as she smells Sunny. The stale body odor and sweat, the weed and cigarettes mix together in a smell that's all Sunny. “Sooo good.” Miri mumbles into the cushion. Her arousal starts to build again, and she shoves her greasy hands in between her legs. She moans, pressing her food covered mouth into the smelly and dirty cushion. Before she cums again, Miri falls asleep.
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Sunny steps out of her room around 1am to check on Nova. Sunny smiles at her little piggy, who lies naked on the couch, on her back with an extended belly poking into the air. Nova snores as she sleeps, one muscular arm thrown over her eyes. Nova breathes heavily, drool running down her mouth. Dried food stains her chin and mouth, and Sunny can see where acne is starting to develop on her chin from the constant supply of grease Nova is supplying it. The floor is a mess around her, wrappers and food crumbs litter the carpet, adding to the mess Sunny carefully cultivated. Nova mumbles in her sleep, smacking her lips. No doubt imagining her next meal. Sunny beams at her little piggy, already planning the next few meals for Nova. Your willpower is already gone Nova. I wonder when you'll realize that you’ll never lose another pound? Nova lets out another burp and Sunny feels her own pussy start to moisten as she slowly rubs her greasy belly. “Soon little piggy, you'll be bigger than me.” Sunny chuckles and takes a photo of her little piggy covered in the proof of her gluttony, sending it to The Fixer.
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Beatrice sits at a small table with Fuentes and Dr. Shaw. Beatrice hands the bottle of whiskey to Fuentes, who takes it with thanks. Fuentes raises her eyebrow at Shaw, a question on her lips.. “So. Little Miss Scarlet bought it? That simple?” Beatrice and Shaw laugh uproariously. Their booming laughter echoing off the walls of the small room, Shaw is laughing so hard, she can barely squeak out the next part.“She really barely put up a fight when I recommended padded underwear. Just a little tantrum!” Fuentes takes a swig, then joins in the laughter. Beatrice has tears running down her red cheeks, she's laughing so hard, it takes her a moment before she can tell her story. “And then today! I got her into adult diapers in almost a minute for her nighttime accidents.” Beatrice fans her red face. “Then! I watched her in her office admiring them! Scarlet didn't even notice she kept putting her hands on her crotch as she chewed her little lip!” Feuntes hands the bottle to Shaw, who pours herself another glass. Shaw stares at the bottle, then hands it back to Beatrice, whose hazel eyes glow blue in the dim light as she takes a swig. Dr. Shaw leans forward, her elbows on the table. “So Beatrice? Are you ready for the next part?” Beatrice shrugs, smiling at the two other women. “Of course I am, but do you think Scarlet’s ready to need me?”
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Scarlet stares in horror at the new underwear Beatrice holds up in her hands, her head pounding in pain and fear. “No Beatrice. Absolutely not!” Scarlet’s voice is raising in outrage. Beatrice raises an eyebrow and Scarlet swallows, continuing in a lower voice. “Um. Beatrice… I can’t! It's… It’s…an actual diaper….” The diaper Beatrice holds up is much poofier and padded than the padded underwear Scarlets has been wearing. Scarlet can’t rip her eyes away from the beige diaper. Still staring at the diaper she whispers. “It looks like… what a child would wear…” Scarlet swallows, and feels an electric tingle growing from her crotch, imaging the beige diaper around her crotch, protecting her. So big… Scarlet squirms in her seat as Beatrice continues to glare at her. “I'm sorry Scarlet, but this is the best way to ensure you don’t leak during the night. Are you saying you want to leak every time you sleep?” Scarlet chews on her lower lip, tears of frustration and pain building in her gray eyes.“That's not what I mean!” Beatrice frowns at Scarlet, confused. “Then what's wrong with these diapers, Scarlet? You wont wear them outside this room. Plenty of adults wear these, there's nothing to be ashamed of.” Scarlet’s vision is blurry as takes a shuddering breath, rubbing her temples. “But… a diaper?” She whispers, staring at her blurry desk. Beatrice steps around the desk and puts her hands on Scarlet's temples, slowly rubbing her headache away. Scarlet whimpers in relief as her pain melts away. “How about I go make you some dinner, and you can try them on, see how it feels. I think you'll find they're not as large as they appear, and this way you won’t have to worry about leaking during the night. Trust me, please.” Scarlet moans as Beatrice's magic hands smooth away her fears and headache. She sniffles and rubs her teary eyes. “Okay…” Beatrice continues to massage. “Okay what Scarlet?” Scarlet sniffles again. “I’ll try the new d-diapers.” “Good girl Scarlet, I’m very proud of you.” Warmth spreads through Scarlet's body at the praise and she smiles slightly. Beatrice steps back, heading towards the door. “I'll be back in 5 minutes with a nice dinner for you.” Scarlet nods, her vision slowly moving back to the diaper. The door closes and Scarlet chews on her lips. Taking a deep breath, Scarlet stands, and slowly takes her armor off, never taking her eyes from the beige diaper. She steps out of her boots, then strips out of her golden flight suit. Finally she pulls off her current, dry panties and places them next to the new diaper. The new one looks so much larger and childish then her last one and she chews on her lower lip, nervously shifting her weight from leg to leg.
Scarlet takes a deep breath, and picks up the diaper. She can immediately tell that this one has much more padding than her padded underwear, and is heavier as well. Taking a deep breath she steps into it and pulls it up. The material crinkles as pulls it, and she gasps when her pussy is enveloped by the warm, safe padding. “Oh!” She blushes as her arousal rises. Why does this feel so much better than the other one? Why does it feel good at all? Her other diapers only came up to the waist, having an easily hidden waistband. She blushes as she realizes this one comes up slightly higher, making it harder to hide if she was wearing jeans or shorts. Scarlet stares down at her new diaper. She blushes furiously when she squeezes her legs together, and finds that the extra padding pushes furiously against her clit, making her wet. “This… this isn’t so bad… I guess? I can sleep in this…” Scarlet slowly takes her diaper off, feeling almost reluctant to take the comfortable padding off. She finally takes a deep breath, pulling the beige diaper off and hiding them in her desk, pulling her blue padded underwear back on. The padding doesn’t feel as good as before, her arousal cooling down. Scarlet steps back into her golden suit and zips it back up and puts on her armor. Scarlet moans as she places her crotch armor on, as it is pressed right up against her padded underwear, her arousal climbing again, as it puts more pressure on her clit. She turns and looks timidly at the mirror in her office, afraid of what she will see. Scarlet lets out a sigh of relief, as her padded underwear is completely unnoticeable hidden beneath her uniform. No one will notice… But I know I'm wearing training panties around everyone… Scarlet blushes as her arousal rises at the degrading thought. Could I pee myself in front of someone without them noticing? The electric tingling shoots through her body and Scarlet moans, her pussy growing wet at the thought. N…noooo. I’m not a pervert… Scarlet sits back in her chair, her padded underwear pressing against her clit. She chews on her lip as her crotch armor puts more pressure on her swollen clit. Fuck. I'm going to have to touch myself later just to fall asleep! Her hands clench and unclench. I could touch myself now…
Scarlet is startled out of her thoughts as Beatrice enters without knocking, placing a tray of decaf coffee and soup on the table for her. Scarlet smiles at Beatrice. “So, did you try them on?” Scarlet blushes and nods. Beatrice stares at her with a critical eye. “And what did you think?” They felt good… Scarlet blushes and squirms at the awful thought, suppressing a moan as her padding rubs against her clit. “T-they were okay… I guess I can wear them to sleep.” Beatrice nods, smiling. Scarlet drinks her soup, moaning in appreciation at the amazing food. She puts the soup down, and is surprised when Beatrice wipes her mouth with a napkin. “There! You had a bit of soup left on you.” Scarlet blushes furiously, embarrassed at being treated like a child. “I-I could have gotten that.” Beatrice crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Obviously you could have gotten that Scarlet, but I got it for you. Why is it so hard for you to accept help?” Scarlet cringes, knowing Beatrice was right, not feeling the rage she expected from Beatrice treating her like a child. Don’t take your anger out on the one person helping you day in and day out. Scarlet squirms under Beatrice's glare, feeling small under the hot glare. “I’m sorry Beatrice, you didn’t deserve that.” Beatrice smiles, uncrossing her arms. “No I didn’t. But I understand, you're under a lot of stress.” Beatrice retreats, taking the tray and leaving the coffee. Scarlet grabs the coffee, taking a sip. She sighs in relief, finally not tasting the awful bitterness of her last few drinks. She stares at her drink, and sees the drink is pure cream, without a hint of brown. Strange. Oh well, it's better than the last few cups. Scarlet soon finishes her ‘coffee’ not even noticing there is no coffee at all left in it, just warm milk, cream, and sugar. Soon Scarlet finds herself with a restless energy, her feet tapping and unable to focus on her work. Gotta work out! Gotta work out this energy! Was that decaf? Or a super duper coffee? Twitching with energy, Scarlet walks out of her office. “Gotta work out! Too much energy!” Beatrice stares in surprise as Scarlet buzzes by, her voice high and fast. “Uh, Okay?”
Scarlet laughs and runs to her room, already pulling her armor and flight suit off before the door even closes behind her. Wow! I've never had this much energy! Gotta burn it off! Too bad there's no crime going on right now! Scarlet steps out of her boots, leaving her in her sports bra and padded underwear. She pulls a short black shirt on, that stops right below her breasts. Then pulls stretchy yoga pants over her underwear. She stares at herself, blushing at how noticeable the underwear is underneath the yoga pants. The padding causes a bulge in her crotch and ass. I can't wear any of my work out clothes outside of this room… Maybe a dress or skirt would work, but I don't have any… Too bad dresses and skirts suck. Feeling twitchy standing still this long, Scarlet throws her sneakers on and hops on the treadmill, immediately sprinting. Each step causes her clit to rub against her dry padding, and she starts to moan as she runs faster and faster. Finally, sweat starts to run down her forehead and back, but she knows it's not from the workout. I… I have to stop or I'm going to cum! Scarlet stops, panting in arousal. “Bench press! Bench press will be safe!” She shuffles over to her bench setup and lays down, easily lifting 400 lbs over and over again, trying to burn all her energy. At least I'm not getting closer to cumming in my underwear now. She blushes at the thought, biting her lip. Would that be so bad? She gasps at the foreign thought, working out harder and faster. It would be awful! How degrading! She stops her bench pressing and sits up, hearing the faintest crinkling of her padded underwear. She looks around the gym, looking for something else to do when she feels her bladder fill rapidly! She gasps and jumps up, pigeon toeing her feet as she clenches her legs, attempting to keep her bladder from releasing itself. “No!” She hustles as fast as she can to the bathroom, when her bladder releases itself. “Ahhhhhhh” She moans in relief as she pees herself a third time today. She blushes as her padding swells, the warm padding feeling amazing as it presses harder against her clit. An electric tingle of pleasure shoots through her body as she empties her bladder into her underwear. “Ohhhhh.” She has to place a hand on the wall to steady herself, her whole crotch feeling nice, warm, and an amazing electric tingling spreading throughout her body. She takes a deep breath, and finally feels steady enough to stand straight again. She feels no liquid dripping down her legs, and she smiles shyly. She has to know though. She pulls her yoga pants down to her ankles, and stares at herself in the gym mirror. “I look so pathetic…” She says softly, with her underwear showing a bit of yellow, and her pants around her ankles. She blushes at another shock of arousal from her own words and frowns, shaking her head. “No! I hate this! Don't I?” She gnaws on her lower lip, staring at her swollen underwear, relieved it's not leaking. Only a yellow stain near her crotch showing the world she had a little accident. The warm padding starts to cool and she grimaces. She sighs loudly, stepping out of her yoga pants. “Guess I need to shower, and find another pair of padded underwear…”
She blushes as she strips out of her clammy underwear, already her legs and crotch feel strange without the familiar feeling of padding. She frowns as she throws it away. This is how I should feel all the time! The padding should feel wrong! Clenching her hands, she steps into the shower, quickly washing off before completing the rest of her routine except for one thing missing, Scarlet no longer attempts to pee in the toilet before bed, knowing it will be useless. Stepping naked and dry out of her bathroom, Scarlet is surprised to see several large unmarked boxes in her room. Scarlet sighs as she opens the box, finding layer upon layer of the new type of diaper for sleeping. Sighing in relief, Scarlet steps into one, pulling the beige adult diaper up around her waist. The comforting feeling of padding and crinkling makes her crotch feel safe and secure, and arousal starts to build in her body with the extra padding. Yawning, Scarlet lays down in her bed. Curling into a little ball under her blankets, her breath slowly starts to even out as she falls asleep. An hour or so later, Scarlet moans in pleasure as she releases her bladder, her padding swelling and warming around her. She moans as she stops, squirming in relief as the padding swells around her, but doesnt leak onto her bed.
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Nova Ranger yawns as she pulls into the dark parking spot of her and Sunny's home, feeling slightly light headed from hunger. 9pm… We worked until 9 fucking Pm. Miri frowns as she steps out of the car, her stomach rumbling at eating so late. “I know! I know!” Even bowl after bowl of snacks wasn't enough to keep her sated as she worked. Wearily, Nova unlocks the house door, wrinkling her nose at the smell of Sunny’s body odor, weed, and cigarette smoke. Her stomach rumbles as she also smells something amazing radiating from the kitchen, which she follows like a siren's song. Her bare feet pad along the sticky floor and she makes a mental note. Deep clean after soccer on Saturday. The whole fucking house. She moans as her stomach rumbles hard as she sees the dinner left out for her. So much! A large pot of pasta is on the stove, along with several brownies and cookies. Miri slowly steps to the stove, and sees that Sunny has used some of her chicken in the pasta. At least I get some protein… I can eat this, then run for an hour before a shower and bed. She looks around for a clean bowl, and seeing none decides to take the entire pot. It's not that large anyway. She reaches for the pot before a voice stops her. “Oh good, you found the dinner I made for you!” Miri smiles as she turns around.” Sunny stands in a large bathrobe, her hair wet, a large smile on her face. “Thank you so much for cooking again Sunny! Sorry I couldn’t give you a ride.” Sunny shrugs, grabbing a cookie for herself. “It's no problem, I know you get kept late sometimes. Make sure you try my special desserts!” I really shouldn't… But they smell so good! She reaches for a brownie, her mouth watering. “Make sure you only have one to begin with.” Why? Miri shrugs and grabs one, the first bite like an orgasm in her mouth. Her whole body shudders in delight. “W-Whoooaaa! Wow! Thish i-ish amazin' Shunny!” Sunny giggles, swallowing the bite of her cookie as Miri attacks her brownie, finishing it in three bites. “Glad you like it! I used the last of my THC in this batch.” THC? Oh shit! These are edibles! Miri groans, closing her eyes and rubbing them with a greasy hand. “What's wrong? I thought you liked it?” Miri opens her eyes. “I uh, I’ve never been high before… I didn’t know this had weed in it.” Sunny looks shocked, her mouth hanging open, making her cute double chin more pronounced. Cute!? “Never! I thought you knew when I said special! Shit! Don’t panic!” Nova feels herself starting to panic. Sunny grabs Miris hand. “Come with me.” Miri follows Sunny in a daze as Sunny leads her to the couch, pointing at it. “Sit!” Miri lowers herself down, her belly still pushing uncomfortably against her belt. Sunny wrings her hands. “Im really sorry Miri. Just. uh. Sit here for the next few hours.” Miri groans, finally looking up at the chubby woman. “But I was supposed to run tonight!” Miri grabs her tiny taut tummy as if to illustrate why she needs to run. Sunny blushes and averts her eyes. “Ha, like you need to lose any weight Miri, you look amazing!” Miri blushes at the compliment, and Sunny turns the TV on, putting the same show they watched the night before on. Oooh this is where we left off! “Okay Miri, i'll take care of you, it's just a little weed, but, uh, yeah you may feel a bit lethargic.” Miri shrugs, still watching the TV. “That doesn't seem so bad? What if I get the munchies? I've heard that's a thing.” Sunny chuckles. “Well that won’t be a problem in this house. Want me to grab your dinner?” Miri nods absently, already worrying less as she zones in on the television..
Sunny returns with the pot, placing it in Miris lap. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Miri nods, already grabbing a forkful of pasta. She moans with her first bite, hugging the pot close to her belly as if afraid someone will take the pasta away from her. “Wow! What'sh shauce i-ish thish?” Sunny laughs from the kitchen. “Alfredo sauce! I made it myself!” Miri nods, watching the TV, feeling herself finally start to relax. Maybe it won't be so bad… Before she knows it, Miri finishes the pot of pasta, finishing four servings like it was nothing. Her stomach aches against her sclacks, and she unbuckles her belt, sighing in relief as her little taut tummy bulges out further. “That's better.” Weed isn't too bad… Kinda nice… Miri sinks further into the couch, her hand gently rubbing her belly. She moans, the sensation feeling so nice she lifts her shirt up, her greasy hand on her bare taut belly, the feeling orgasmic to her. Miris arms feel heavier and heavier as she rests them on her belly. She sinks further into the couch, more comfortable than she’s ever been in her life. Woooow. This is the best… Why have I never smoked before? Oh well… Time to run today's food off. She tries to stand, but fails. Her feet barely move, and she only succeeds in sinking further into the couch. Her stomach rumbles and she groans, her belly demanding more. Well I can get up to grab some more food, then run. She uses her sluggish arms, trying to stand, but fails. Huh, that's strange. “Sunnnnyyyy!?” Sunny walks out of the kitchen, some flour on her forehead. “Yes Miri? You okay?” Miri giggles. “I’m stuck on the couch… And I'm hungry!” Sunny walks next to Miri, who is staring dazed up at the chubby goddess. Sunny is so hot… “Oh… I think your couch-locked… I didn't expect this for you… Um, how do you feel, Miri?” Miri scrunches her nose. Couch-locked? I guess I am stuck… stuck on a couch… “Uhhh, I'm good… Kind of horny… and really hungry…” Miri blushes, unable to believe she just admitted that. Sunny smiles, her chubby cheeks blushing. “I think I can help with both of those. One second.” Miri wrinkles her eyebrows. Help how? Miri lays down completely on the couch, one hand rubbing her taut belly, the other opening her slacks, then sneaking a hand onto her panties, slowly rubbing her clit. Just soooo pent up. She rubs her clit, gently placing more pressure on herself as she watches TV and rubs her belly. Miri barely notices Sunny placing plates and bags on the floor next to Miri, easily accessible for Miri to grab. Miri makes several trips before finally handing something to Miri. Miri grabs the silicone object, staring at it before her slow mind realizes it's a vibrator. She blushes, staring at Sunny. “Oh… thanks?”
Sunny giggles, backing away. “I'll be in my room Miri. Shout if you need anything.” Sunny bends down and puts a greasy wet kiss on Miris forehead. Miri blushes, her lethargic body exploding in arousal. She moans as Sunny walks away, barely aware as she turns the toy on, and pushes the pulsating toy down her slacks. Miri moans with pleasure as her clit is touched by the toy. “Sooo gooood.” Her stomach rumbles angrily, and she reaches her free hand down to the floor, going by feel, she brings up a handful of snacks. She shoves handful after handful of greasy, salty, and sweet treats into her mouth as she touches herself with her toy, pushing the toy deeper into her pussy. Her brain starts to slowly change as it relates fat, salt, and grease with sexual pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure is building in her pussy and core as she takes another bite of pasta. With a mouth stuffed full of fattening pasta, her body finally cums. Orgasm after orgasm hits the stoned, well fed woman. “O-Oh ... fuuck ...*burRRPPpp*... Oh ...*urrRPPphh*... f-fuuck.” In a daze, Nova takes the toy out of her pussy, still burping occasionally, unable to stop. Miri moans as she puts the toy down on the couch beside her, her wet juices pressing against her side. She blushes as she lets out a small fart, then laughs nervously, her body even more lethargic as she slowly continues to finish the massive feast Sunny left out for her. Miri pushes her stomach to the limits as she lays on the couch, groaning in pain as pushes her stomach further than it's ever been before. The extra pasta Sunny brought out is long gone, just a few snacks remaining. Ughhhhh. I'm so stuffed… I'm not gonna eat tomorrow at all… And I'm certainly going to run… Miri yawns, feeling so stuffed and bloated, she no longer can eat anymore. She lets out a large burp, and takes her tight, stained shirt off, then her slacks. With her eyes closed she takes her bra and panties off, laying naked on the messy couch, her body sweaty from pushing it so hard with this meal. She rolls over on her side, her face pressed into the spot Sunny usually sits. Miri breathes in deep, whimpering in pleasure as she smells Sunny. The stale body odor and sweat, the weed and cigarettes mix together in a smell that's all Sunny. “Sooo good.” Miri mumbles into the cushion. Her arousal starts to build again, and she shoves her greasy hands in between her legs. She moans, pressing her food covered mouth into the smelly and dirty cushion. Before she cums again, Miri falls asleep.
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Sunny steps out of her room around 1am to check on Nova. Sunny smiles at her little piggy, who lies naked on the couch, on her back with an extended belly poking into the air. Nova snores as she sleeps, one muscular arm thrown over her eyes. Nova breathes heavily, drool running down her mouth. Dried food stains her chin and mouth, and Sunny can see where acne is starting to develop on her chin from the constant supply of grease Nova is supplying it. The floor is a mess around her, wrappers and food crumbs litter the carpet, adding to the mess Sunny carefully cultivated. Nova mumbles in her sleep, smacking her lips. No doubt imagining her next meal. Sunny beams at her little piggy, already planning the next few meals for Nova. Your willpower is already gone Nova. I wonder when you'll realize that you’ll never lose another pound? Nova lets out another burp and Sunny feels her own pussy start to moisten as she slowly rubs her greasy belly. “Soon little piggy, you'll be bigger than me.” Sunny chuckles and takes a photo of her little piggy covered in the proof of her gluttony, sending it to The Fixer.
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Beatrice sits at a small table with Fuentes and Dr. Shaw. Beatrice hands the bottle of whiskey to Fuentes, who takes it with thanks. Fuentes raises her eyebrow at Shaw, a question on her lips.. “So. Little Miss Scarlet bought it? That simple?” Beatrice and Shaw laugh uproariously. Their booming laughter echoing off the walls of the small room, Shaw is laughing so hard, she can barely squeak out the next part.“She really barely put up a fight when I recommended padded underwear. Just a little tantrum!” Fuentes takes a swig, then joins in the laughter. Beatrice has tears running down her red cheeks, she's laughing so hard, it takes her a moment before she can tell her story. “And then today! I got her into adult diapers in almost a minute for her nighttime accidents.” Beatrice fans her red face. “Then! I watched her in her office admiring them! Scarlet didn't even notice she kept putting her hands on her crotch as she chewed her little lip!” Feuntes hands the bottle to Shaw, who pours herself another glass. Shaw stares at the bottle, then hands it back to Beatrice, whose hazel eyes glow blue in the dim light as she takes a swig. Dr. Shaw leans forward, her elbows on the table. “So Beatrice? Are you ready for the next part?” Beatrice shrugs, smiling at the two other women. “Of course I am, but do you think Scarlet’s ready to need me?”
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by Dartista1 » Mon Apr 15, 2024 5:10 pm
Chapter 7
Scarlet Warden suppresses a shudder as Dr. Shaw continues her explanation to Scarlet what she has found, or rather, what Shaw hasn’t found. “...We haven't found any evidence of what is causing your bladder to shrink. If we didn’t have the scans, from before whatever this was… I would say you just have a tiny bladder.” Scarlet swallows and squirms in her seat, the padding of her trainer panties rubbing electrically against her clit. “So… You have no idea what's causing my… issues?” Dr. Shaw grimaces and shakes her head. “No. Every test we’ve run has revealed nothing. I’m sorry Scarlet.” Scarlet’s lower lip trembles and she quickly brushes her fresh tears away. “It’s okay Doc… Let me know if you find anything.” Dr. Shaw nods and returns to work as Scarlet stands, her padding crinkling beneath her suit. What a fucking day, and its barely begun… Scarlet had woken up earlier with a wet adult diaper that luckily hadn’t leaked during the night, though it was clear she had at least two accidents while sleeping. She shudders, remembering the clammy feeling around her crotch as she woke up. As she leaves Dr. Shaw's office. She sighs, returning to her office. Beatrice stands as Scarlet rounds the corner. “How did it go Scarlet?” Scarlet's lips tremble as she shakes her head rapidly. “Oh I’m so sorry Scarlet.” Scarlet stays silent as she walks into her office, Beatrice following behind her, shutting the door. Scarlet sits in her leather chair, then slams her head into her arms on the desk, crying again. “S-she d-didn’t find any trace of what Fixer is doing to me…” Beatrice stands behind Scarlet, slowly rubbing her muscular neck and shoulders while Scarlet sobs into her arms. “Oh Scarlet I’m so sorry… What does this mean for you?” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath. “That Shaw can’t even attempt to undo what's happening to me yet…” Beatrice stops her rubbing, then continues. “There there Scarlet. Would you like a nice hot coffee?” Scarlet nods into her arms, still crying softly. “I’ll be right back, Scarlet.” Scarlet hears the door open then close, her tears still falling.
Scarlet finally sits up, wiping the tears from her eyes. Scarlet sulks in her chair, squirming, unable to sit still with her raging emotions. Beatrice returns with her coffee, placing it in front of her. “Just the way you like it.” Scarlet nods her thanks, picking up the cream white ‘coffee’, not a hint of brown left in the drink. Scarlet hums her appreciation as she drinks her sugary milk and cream, still believing it has coffee in it. Her heart starts to jitter as the almost purely sugar courses through her body. “Thanks Beatrice!” She finally smiles at her secretary, who smiles softly back at her. “Any time Scarlet.” Scarlet’s wrist computer pings, and Scarlet brings it up, raising an eyebrow. This early? Before noon? Fuentes’s face appears in front of Scarlets, cutting right to the chase. “Fixer and her robots were seen entering another Child Testing Center.” What is with her and these centers?” “Address and how many?” “Address is sent and number is at least 3.” Scarlet nods and stands, her muscular thighs quivering with anticipation. “Got it.” She nods towards Beatrice and marches out of her office. As Scarlet marches towards the roof, she grabs hold of her powers. Red lighting crackles around her, a constant flow of power radiating in and around her. Her bladder twinges painfully and she groans. “Really! Now!” She marches to the elevator and slams the rooftop floor. Not enough time to use the restroom… Can I make myself pee my padded underwear on purpose? She blushes at the thought, then groans as pain pierces her bladder. She squeezes her thighs, her toes pointing inward. I won't have a choice in a second… She curiously unclenches her bladder, then moans in relief as she floods her blue underwear. “Mhmmmm fuuuck.” An electric tingle travels through her body as her urine floods the padding. The warm liquid is quickly absorbed by the padding, and she moans as the pain disappears from her bladder. She pants, an arm against the elevator wall as her shaky legs barely support her. She blushes, in arousal and embarrassment as the warm padding swells around her, putting even more pressure on her clit. Disgusting… Scarlet, face flushed from arousal, slowly stands straight to her full height of six foot nine. The warm urine in her crotch is quickly absorbed, leaving her feeling pleasantly warm and comfortable even as she grimaces against the clamminess. Her swollen underwear looks even larger beneath her flight suit, making it tight and almost noticeable around her crotch. Scarlet blushes as her arousal rises with each step out of the elevator, her red lightning crackling around her. With her wet underwear, Scarlet pulls more of her powers and flies into the air, a red comet traveling through the morning sky.
Scarlet flies towards the latest testing center infiltrated by Fixer. With her warm, wet underwear she nervously chews on her lower lip as she flies over the city. I don't feel like a superhero right now… After a few moments, Scarlet sees the brutal concrete testing center. She squirms in the air as she hovers down, the warm padding rubbing against her clit. She lands in front of the testing center, and she stands there , squirming, nibbling nervously on her lip, one hand touching the front of her crotch armor against herself. I don't want to go in there like this, but I have to… Taking a deep breath, Scarlet Warden marches forward. Her hands tighten into fists and she keeps a strong hold on her powers, the lighting gathering around her in the morning sun. She steps into the open door of the testing center, surprised to see it empty on a Friday morning. Fuentes didn’t say anything about ‘normals’... Maybe they all ran away. Looking along the well lit front office, Scarlet glances over the government propaganda, looking for hints of the Fixer. Why does it look so pristine? If the Fixer is here, shouldn't there have been pandemonium getting out? Scarlet almost sighs in relief when a latex clad robot steps out of a hallway. The robot tilts its head like a dog, then turns around and walks away. “Okkkaaaaaayyyy?” Confused, and a little concerned, Scarlet walks cautiously after the Robot. Concerned of a trap, she keeps her hands up, ready to call down her lightning at any moment. The robot walks slowly ahead of her, seemingly unconcerned that Scarlet is behind her. This is weird… The robot enters another doorway, and Scarlet follows it cautiously, her boots softly padding along the tiled floor. Stopping in the doorway when she sees The Fixer, clad head to toe in black latex sitting on a desk, three robots towering behind her motionless. The Fixer tilts her head at Scarlet, her blood red lips pulling up into an aggressive grin. So strange not seeing her eyes… “Welcome Rosy!” Scarlet grimaces, chewing her lip as the villain's low sultry voice travels across the room. “It's Scarlet Warden, Fixer!” The Fixer pouts her blood red lips, tilting her head to the other side. “But that's no fun Rosy! Besides, it fits you better. Don’t you think so?” Scarlet growls and steps into the doorway, her red lightning making the bright room a tint of red. “What do you want Fixer?” The Fixer grins again, standing. Scarlet is taken back. Last time they fought, the Fixer was five foot four, maybe five inches. Now she must be six feet tall, and more muscular. What the fuck? No one can change that much in just a few days, even with today's medicine! What is going on? “I'm just here to give you an update on Ox and Raven. That's it I swear.” Scarlet freezes, crossing her arms. “And why should I believe you, Fixer?” The Fixer shrugs her new muscular shoulders. “Because I have evidence, duh.” Scarlet grimaces. I do need to verify the two are still alive… Scarlet sighs, keeping her eyes searching for tricks. “Okay Fixer, show me your proof. And tell me, how are you so much taller than just a few days ago?” The Fixer grins and tosses an envelope on the floor between them. “Oh that's simple! I stole it from little William.” Scarlet feels her eyes widen in surprise. No! That's impossible! How would that even work? Against the Steel Ox of all people? She must be lying…
Scarlet steps forward cautiously, bending at her knees to pick up the envelope as she keeps an eye on Fixer and her Robots. She feels her cooling diaper press harder against her crotch, and she stifles a moan of pleasure. Scarlet stands straight, cringing as she hears the crinkling of her padding again. “I don’t believe you, Fixer.” The Fixer shrugs again. “Believe me or don’t, it doesnt change the facts Rosy.” Scarlet frowns as she opens the envelope, then stares in surprise at a naked, hairless, and noticeably smaller Ox. Scarlet can’t hold back her surprise as her eyebrows climb high. “What?!” The Fixer cackles, sitting back against the desk, crossing her arms. The next photo shows Ox sucking on a dildo while he sits, the next shows Raven grinding her pussy on his face. Another, of a naked Raven with piercings on her nipples and clit. Scarlet stares at the photos in shock, before raising her eyes to meet Fixers blank latex covered face. “What are you doing to them? Making them sex crazed freaks?” Scarlet shouts, her powers gathering even stronger around her, a cool wind blowing through the room as the smell of ozone crowds in. Fixer seems unconcerned, still sitting on the desk. “Just rehabilitating them into something useful to society, like I already told you.” Scarlet feels her rage building, red hot and burning. “You captured two superheroes, and are… using them for your twisted games!” The Fixer lips tighten. “How many women did William rape?” Scarlet feels the air leave her lungs as Fixer’s response pierces her. She swallows. “T-to many.” Fixer shrugs. “And how many lives has your so-called Order of Judgement destroyed? How many did you and Luna overlook Rosy? In the name of The Order of Judgement? How many ‘criminals’ have passed through your room?” Scarlet feels small, having her failures used like a weapon against her. How does she know about the criminals I dominate in my room? “That still doesn’t make it right what you're doing to them…” In a quieter voice Scarlet almost whispers. “To me…” The Fixer smiles, and stands back up. “Oh, but Rosy. I’m just fixing you, undoing what The Order did to you as a child.” What! What does that mean? Scarlet growls, clenching her fist. “By making my bladder smaller?” The Fixer cackles, placing her hands on her thighs as she laughs. Scarlet's rage grows, now she watches everything through a red haze. “Oh Scarlet! That's just the beginning unless you can stop me!” Scarlet lunges forward screaming as her rage boils over, clapping her hands. The place Fixer was just standing explodes in a ball of superheated red lightning. The sound and pressure wave reverberate in the small room, blowing furniture into splinters. The three robots are thrown back into the wall, leaving craters in the concrete wall as they fall to the floor.
Scarlet yells as she claps her hands again, destroying every bit of furniture in the room, the paint peeling off the concrete. She claps again, causing bits of rebar to melt through destroyed concrete, pipes explode, venting steam and water into the room as electrical wires spark and short. Scarlet pants, her lightning still crackling violently around her. She turns her head, looking for the Fixer or the robots, but nothing appears. Breathing hard, she marches over to where the Fixer stood. She freezes, as a voice whispers in her ear. “Oh Rosy, you broke our little truce!” Scarlet whips around, her hands coming together in an explosive clap. An explosion of force around her blows splinters of furniture into the walls. “Rosyyyyyy! Bad girl!” Scarlet swings around again, looking for the Fixer. Is she invisible? But then the explosions would affect her… Strong arms wrap around her arms and legs from the back, pulling her to the ground. Scarlet snarls in rage as the three tall robots pin her to the ground, making it impossible for her to clap, or use her powers in any meaningful way as they wrap their limbs around them. How did they recover! Scarlet snarls and bites at the limbs around her, her panic rising as she’s unable to escape their iron hold. Her red lightning crackles around her, zapping the three bots. But they seem not to care. The Fixer appears from nowhere right in front of her, smiling, not a hair out of place or a hint of soot on her. Fixer holds a syringe in her hand, and Scarlet starts to struggle harder, trying anything to escape. Anything but another injection! In her struggle, Scarlet's bladder releases and she cries out in anger and embarrassment as her already full underwear is flooded. The fixer’s smile grows, as the fight starts to drain out of Scarlet, as if she’s peeing out her struggle. Scarlet lies pinned beneath the robot's panting, sweat covering her face as urine drips through her padding. The Fixer laughs. “Rosy? Is a woman of your age peeing her pants?” Scarlet Whimpers, and tries to free herself to no avail. The Fixer crouches down, taking off Scarlet's crotch plate, throwing it to the side, then Fixer unzips Scarlet's suit, revealing Scarlet's stained and soaking training panties to the world. Scarlet blushes as tears build in her eyes. “Oh! Not just peeing her pants! But padded underwear! Is little Rosy not potty trained?” Scarlet snarls out. “You know you did this to me, cunt! This is your fault!” The Fixer laughs, pressing her hand against the crotch of Scarlet's wet trainers, pushing the wet padding harder against her crotch. “I did this? I made you wear diapers? I made you pee yourself? I don’t remember doing that to you! All I did was make your bladder a tiny bit smaller… The rest was all you.” Scarlet whimpers at The Fixers touch and words. As the padding is pressed harder against her clit. Scarlet blushes as the electric tingling starts across her whole body, spreading from her wet crotch, all the way to her toes and fingers. The Fixer laughs, and Scarlet shrieks as the needle is pressed into her abdomen. “St-stoppppp! Nooooo!” The Fixer cackles as a horrible cooling sensation spreads from the injection site, slowly filling her entire body before dissipating. Scarlet cries out in terror, her heart racing in panic. ‘Wh-what did you do! What did you do to me, you bitch!” Scarlet's voice climbs higher in pitch as she screams at the Fixer, her tears falling harder. The Fixer stands over Scarlet, still pinned to the ground by the robots.
Fixer’s blood red lips pull into a predatory smile. “I just gave a little boost to the nanobots inside you Rosy. You already drank so many of them when I was in your meetings…” Nanobots? Inside me? Her eyes widen as she realizes that the Fixer was Jane, operating inside their Order of weeks. What else did she do? Scarlet snarls and tries to fight her way out again, but is easily pinned back down, her red lighting crackling uselessly around the room. Scarlet starts to hyperventilate, overwhelmed with rising fear. She feels bile in her throat and stomach, and her body feels cold. The Fixer kneels down, her muscular legs on either side of Scarlet's chest, her covered face right in front of Scarlet's own. She smells of… Lilacs, sex, and gun oil? What? “Rosy, little Rosy. What did you think was changing you?” The Fixer’s blood red lips curl into a smile. “This little boost is going to make your body match what you really are, Rosy.” Scarlet's panic rises even faster, she pants harder, trying to get enough air. Feeling trapped, terrified, claustrophobic. “A little DIAPER SLUT.” Scarlet blinks as her mind empties, forgetting what Fixer just said. Scarlet snarls again as she realizes the Fixer is leaning forward. The Fixer smirks as she kisses Scarlet softly on the forehead, and then Fixer and her robots vanish. Leaving Scarlet crying out, thrashing on the floor, her warm pee dripping through her soaked padding.
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Nova Ranger snorts herself awake. She blinks her eyes, confused, as she smacks her dry lips. Wiping the drool from her mouth, she stares at the TV that is playing a loud advertisement. Why am I on the couch? Nova scratches her crotch, cringing at the small stubble growing on her pubic mound. “Oh.” Nova closes her eyes in embarrassment. “Ohhhhhh.” Now she remembers everything, and why she's lying nude on the couch, a vibrator pushing uncomfortably into her hip. Miri blushes furiously and groans, sitting up takes more effort then she would've thought possible only weeks ago. Miri blinks as she stares down at her tiny belly, horrified that she in fact, has a tiny belly and not washboard abs. She pokes her naked stomach with a finger, feeling hard muscle still, but now her finger sinks in a tiny bit, like she has the tinniest layer of fat under her skin. Her stress rises as she stares at her little belly, feeling a growing panic rising in her throat. Her stomach rumbles loudly, and without thinking she grabs an oreo from the table that she missed last night, taking a bite. I need to stop. This mission needs to stop… I need to message Fuentes today, tell her it's over… Nova nods to herself, unable to look away from her belly as she finishes her oreo. She wipes her hand on the couch then stands. Feeling tired and lethargic after her long sleep on the couch. She stretches as she stands, bringing her muscular arms above her head. Her back pops and Nova sighs as she lowers her arms.
Nova walks towards the bathroom, grateful that Sunny still appears to be sleeping in her room. What time is it? She glances at her wrist computer. Miri has to squint to see the time. 3am… Sunny will probably get up soon. Her stomach rumbles again, and she wishes she grabbed more of the leftover snacks. No! No you don't! No more delicious oreos. Nova stares at her disheveled state as she steps in front of the mirror, a deep blush rising on her olive cheeks. Her long hair is wild and greasy, completely unbrushed and tangled. Her green eyes are slightly red and tired looking, with smeared and smudged mascara and eyeliner. I forgot to take my makeup off again! And to run… and to shower… This mission is over as soon as I talk to Fuentes. Her lips are stained with the mess of all the food she ate. The predominant one being Alfredo sauce.
Nova's stomach rumbles as she remembers the delight of Sunny's amazing pasta and she shakes her head. “No! No more delicious food. You are going back to the gym, back to skinless chicken breasts. You fat fucking pig! Do you want to get any bigger?” She wipes her makeup away and the remainder of last night's meal, grimacing as she sees another zit on her chin. Fuck! Even my body is giving me warning signs of my indulgence. Her muscular neck leads to her muscular collarbones and shoulders. Both predominant with almost zero body fat, her muscles well defined. Her small perky breasts sit high on her chest, her tiny pink nipples hard in the cold morning air. Her ribs are easy to see, having almost no body fat on them allowing them to be counted. But below that, her taut stomach has decided it can no longer flatten, leaving a small bulge sticking out from just below her ribs, to her waist. I officially have a belly now. I'm disgusting! She snarls at her belly in the mirror, like that will make it go away. She takes a deep breath, and releases a loud sigh,forcing her eyes from the sight of her belly, down to her pussy.
She cringes as she sees the tiny amount of stubble. Was I given a razer? Or does Sunny have one? Nova opens cabinet after cabinet, even checking the tiny room that holds their laundry and dryer. Nova sighs as she finds nothing. First thing I'm buying is a razer, along with fixing my heater… and a new wrist computer… and healthier meals. Her stomach rumbles angrily at the thought of meals. “Shut up you!” Will $300 cover all that? Probably… She shakes her head. Never-mind, I'm done with this mission unless Fuentes has a very good reason to stay. Nova turns on the water, a little surprised when some hot water comes out. Was it fixed? She steps into the lukewarm water, sighing in relief that it's not freezing like the last time… When did I last take a shower? Nova cringes. I used to take three showers a day! Now I can't remember the last time? She wants to scream, but instead hastily washes her body, using the last of her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Doesn't matter, I'm done. I just need to be clean! She hastily cleans, missing several spots in her rush to finish as the water gets colder. When I'm back at the Order, I'm going to work out for three solid days. I'm going to shower every hour, and I'm going to eat every bite in the cafeteria… wait no! I'm going to have my protein shakes and salads again. Nodding, Nova steps out of the shower, wrapping a cheap scratchy towel around her breasts, the bottom sitting just below her pussy. Her bloated stomach pushes out against the towel, making it feel tighter than it is. Nova brushes her teeth for the first time in two days, though she doesn't realize that, then applies her cheap makeup, being careful to cover the zits on her chin. She steps out of the shower. Entering her room, she throws the wet towel on her bed, then opens her underwear drawer, and remembers she only has dirty underwear, as she hasn't done laundry since moving in.
“Shit!” Cringing, she walks back out to the living room, finding yesterday's bra and panties with yesterday's clothes. Grimacing she grabs the panties and puts them back on, along with her bra. She tries to ignore the dry sweat on them as she grabs yet another oreo, stuffing the whole thing in her mouth. She walks back to her room as she chews, throwing her dirty work clothes with the pile of other dirty clothes in the corner. Nova pulls her last nice set of clothes out, a black knee length long dress. She pulls the dress over her muscular shoulders and zips it up. She blushes when she looks at herself in the mirror. From the breasts up she looks great, her muscular arms look good in the sleeves, her small breasts fit well and look perky. But the material stretches over her small bloated stomach before returning to normal after her waist. I'm so fucking fat now. I look like a cow. She turns and stresses more as she sees her belly sticking out just a few inches. The little piggy can’t stop eating. Miri groans as she grabs a short white denim jacket and slides her muscular arms in, before buttoning it over her small breasts. Nodding to herself, she steps out of her room and past the bathroom, which is now closed and she can hear the water running. I wonder if she'll make breakfast… No! No more of Sunny's delicious, amazing, wonderful food. Nova's mouth waters and she closes her eyes, counting to 10 as her stomach rumbles. Water! Water helps you feel full. Not anymore piggy. Miri walks into the mess of the kitchen and finds a semi clean glass. Filling it with water she takes a sip, grimacing at the flat taste. She takes another, before finally emptying it out. Maybe any liquid will do… Nova opens the fridge and grabs a coke, her heart fluttering in anticipation of the sugar as he pops it open, pouring it into the freshly vacated cup.
Nova sighs in delight as she drinks her coke, quickly finishing the sugary drink, her headache that had been growing with her stress disappearing rapidly. Nova lets out a small burp, then grabs another coke from the fridge when her stomach rumbles again, pouring it into the empty cup. I think it's working! I'm not as hungry… I think. “Morning Miri! You're up early!” Miri finishes her sip of coke before turning, blushing as she remembers what she did last night, the smell of Sunny turning her on as Nova pushed her face into the cushions. “H-hey Sunny!” Nova blushes and looks away, before looking back at the large woman who is already dressed in her Macburger work clothes, her large belly almost untucking her polo from her pants. “T-thanks for everything last night…” Sunny blushes and waves the thanks away. “It was no problem. It was sort of my fault for getting you high in the first place.” Both women laugh nervously, Miri has trouble ripping her eyes from Sunny's fat belly, jiggling as Sunny walks around the kitchen. Miri finally shrugs awkwardly, taking another sip of her coke. “Do you mind going in early?” Sunny shrugs, looking pleased. “Not at all, after cooking so much last night, I have no desire to cook this morning. Do you mind if we stop and grab some breakfast on the way? Miri smiles as her stomach growls. “No problem at all!” I promise I won't get anything… Miri’s mothers voice laughs in her head. Sure thing fatty.
Miri grabs another coke and throws it in her bag, before stuffing another pair of workout clothes in there as well. Miri throws on her oversized coat before stepping outside, Sunny stomping after her. Miri can see her breath in the early morning air as she walks to her car. “Hey mind if I smoke a cig really quick?” Miri sighs, but turns and nods at Miri. “Go ahead, I'll get the car started. Sunny nods smiling, reaching her hand into a pocket and bringing out a carton of cigarettes. “Want one?” Miri shakes her head as opens her door, the metal groaning in protest. Miri sits in the driver seat as Sunny lights up her cigarette. Miri watches Sunny as she takes a long drag, leaning against their apartment door. Mir feels butterflies in stomach as she watches the large woman clearly enjoying the cigarette, her eyes closed as she scratches below her belly, breathing out a large cloud of smoke as she smiles in delight. Miri bites her lips and clenches her thighs, blushing as she feels her blood rush to her face and clit. Miri lets out a light moan as Sunny takes another drag of her cigarette, then stretches, her shirt untucking as she does so, revealing her pale orb of fat. Miri moans again, and rips her hand away from her pussy. No no no. Sunny is a disgusting whale of lard… she's not hot… not at all. Miri closes her eyes and fumbles with the keys, finally getting them into the ignition. She gets the cat started on the fourth attempt, and her teeth are chattering by the time Sunny opens the passenger door. A waft of cigarette smoke irritates Miri's nose as Sunny drops her heft in the crappy car, throwing her backpack in the empty rear seat. Miri can't help herself from asking as they pull away. “Sunny? Why do you smoke cigarettes? Like, almost no one smokes anymore.” Sunny chuckles, her normally high pitched and smooth voice slightly raspy. Miri white knuckles the steering wheel as Sunny's sexy voice caresses her, and feels her pussy start to moisten. Sunny continues in her raspy voice. “Oh I just like the taste and smell if you can believe it. A good cigarette will keep you warm on a cold day also.” Sunny shrugs her fat shoulders, then points at a sign. “Turn in here! This place has the best donuts!” Miri nods and turns into Donut Planet. Pulling into the drive through, they wait patiently. “This place is the best before 6am. But after that, Donut Invasion is better, don't ask me why.” Miri nods, her stomach rumbling as she stares at the menu. It all looks so good… “Do you want anything? I'll pay since you're driving!” Miri stares out the window. It's your last day on the mission… One more breakfast wont hurt before returning to your routine. Miri turns and smiles at Sunny, her mouth already salivating. “That would be great thanks!” Sunny beams at Miri. “Want me to order for us?” Miri nods, her stomach already anticipating her breakfast. Miri pulls forward and Sunny leans across the middle of the car, her pudgy hand on Miris rock-hard thigh. Miri blushes and starts breathing hard as Sunny's pudgy hand grabs Miris thigh harder as she orders, making butterflies in her stomach flutter around at Mach 10. Miri swallows, her mouth suddenly dry and her pussy soaking wet as Sunny’s smell invades her nose. This close, her face only inches from Miri, Miri can smell Sunny's body. The stale sweat, grease, the overpowering aroma of her cigarette. Sunny radiates heat, and Miri finds herself moving closer, her lips only inches from Sunnys cheek. “.... and 4 Boston creams. Oh! Two extra large Brownie Sundae coffees please!” Miri stares at Sunny's plump cheek and feels sweat start to prickle down her brow. I want to kiss her. Miri sighs in relief when Sunny pulls back to her side, the absence of her hand making Miri feel cold. Miri swallows as Sunny smiles out the window, seemingly unaware of how aroused she was making Miri.
At the window Miri gawks at the three boxes of donuts the young man hands them, then gawks at the two extra large coffees, almost a liter if she had to guess. Miri pulls away as Sunny opens a box. “Isn't this a bit much Sunny? For just us?” Sunny chuckles as she grabs a glazed donut, handing the sugary breakfast to Miri. “Oh, just a few are for us! I figured you could leave one in your breakroom, and I'll give the other box to my workers!” Miri nods as she bites into the sticky donut, moaning in appreciation as the sugar melts in her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth as she swallows. “Mmmmm so good.” Sunny giggles as she grabs one of her own. “Right! Wait until you try the coffee!” Intrigued, Miri devours her first glazed donut. Picking up the warm coffee with her sticky hands, she takes a sip. The taste of brownies, chocolate, cream, and sugar make Miri hum in appreciation as she takes an even larger sip. Her heart races as the sugary drink races through her body, giving her an amazing sugar high.
“Oh god!” This is the best coffee ever! She pants, struggling to take a deep breath as she chugs her drink. “This is better than a shake!” Sunny laughs and takes a sip of her own, before handing another donut to Miri who gladly accepts. By the time they pull into Prododines garage, Miri has eaten 7 donuts, Sunny another 5. Miri burps as she finishes her ‘coffee’, tossing the empty cup in the back of the car. Sunny tosses the empty box back and shuffles out of the car with her bag and the other two boxes. Miri locks her car and stands, her hunger sated for now. Sunny smiles and hands one of the boxes to Miri. “See you at lunch Miri!” Miri smiles and blushes, biting her lip as she watches Sunny walk away. Sunny’s large ass jiggling and shaking as she shuffles along. That might be you piggy if you don’t stop eating… Miri blushes and shakes her head. Forgetting her bag of workout clothes in the car, Miri walks inside heading to her desk. Miri makes a stop at the break room, dropping the box of donuts on the table. She grabs a soda from the fridge then starts to walk away. Miri stops in the doorway, before turning back around and grabbing a large plate, stacking several donuts,and a large amount of snacks on it. There. That should last me till lunch. Miri, balancing the plate on her hand, strolls to her desk, placing the heaping meal of thousands of calories right in front of her. She glances at her computer as she grabs her next Donut with her sticky fingers. 3:45am… Shields should be here soon. Let's send the message to Fuentes ending this sham. Miri chews her large bite of donut, savoring the cream filling in this one as she types up a message to Fuentes.
By the time she's done with her message, she's finished another donut, already reaching for a second when Ms. Shields walks in through the glass doors. “Morning Miri.” Miri stands, and blushes when Shields stares at Miri's belly before looking back at her face. I'm so done with this crap… “You're looking… happy?” Miri flushes and nods, biting her tongue to prevent her from saying something snide that could blow her cover. “Thank you Ma’am. You're looking very nice today.” Shields smiles and pushes her office door open. “Thanks! I went shopping yesterday and bought some new clothes.” Shields closes the door behind her as Miri sits, feeling worse about herself. She picks up another donut, taking another bite of the sugary treat makes her feel a little bit better. I hope Fuentes agrees to pull me out… She takes another sip of her soda, then gets to work on her emails. By 5am, her plate is empty and she returns to the breakroom. Miri smiles in relief when she sees that no one else has touched the remaining donuts. She grabs the entire box, and another soda and returns to her desk, munching away, enjoying each and every delicious sugary donut. Miri wipes her mouth with her hand, then brushes the pile of crumbs onto the floor. She tosses a few of her empty soda cans into the almost full trash can beneath her desk, then slowly rubs her stuffed belly. So full. Why did I keep eating… I ate the entire box… She blushes, remembering that she promised herself no more junk food just this morning. Good thing today is my last day here. She yawns suddenly, then blushes as she lets out a little burp. Miri grimaces at the smell of her sugary burp, trying to wave away the smell.
Her computer pings and she checks her email, relieved when she sees Fuentes had messaged her. “Hey Miri, sorry to hear about the new job. I really think you should stick with it for another week, then we can speak of you moving back in with us. Remember! Don't forget your drive! Your scarlet friend has found some more info, nothing concrete, but she thinks you should stay where you are.” Miri pouts as the message deletes itself. I… I guess I can do another week? She wipes her sticky hand on the hip of her dress, smearing glazed sugar onto it. What did she mean drive? Oh! The drive in the server room… Nova blushes, realizing she had completely forgotten about it. How did something so important slip my mind? Shaking her head, she stares out the window into the city, absently rubbing her stuffed belly without realizing it. Stuffed full of over 15 donuts, her taut belly is pressing her black dress to the limits. Miri’s olive skin is just barely noticeable through the stretched black fabric over her stomach. Good thing I can work out today at least… and I can play soccer tomorrow. Then, On sunday I can go to the gym and workout all day… Once I get the drive… I’m leaving this shit… Feeling slightly better about staying for a few more days, Miri returns to squinting at her computer, her headache building as she tries to focus on the small text. Sighing, Miri stands, bored, heading for the breakroom. Another bowl of snacks won't hurt…
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Scarlet Warden suppresses a shudder as Dr. Shaw continues her explanation to Scarlet what she has found, or rather, what Shaw hasn’t found. “...We haven't found any evidence of what is causing your bladder to shrink. If we didn’t have the scans, from before whatever this was… I would say you just have a tiny bladder.” Scarlet swallows and squirms in her seat, the padding of her trainer panties rubbing electrically against her clit. “So… You have no idea what's causing my… issues?” Dr. Shaw grimaces and shakes her head. “No. Every test we’ve run has revealed nothing. I’m sorry Scarlet.” Scarlet’s lower lip trembles and she quickly brushes her fresh tears away. “It’s okay Doc… Let me know if you find anything.” Dr. Shaw nods and returns to work as Scarlet stands, her padding crinkling beneath her suit. What a fucking day, and its barely begun… Scarlet had woken up earlier with a wet adult diaper that luckily hadn’t leaked during the night, though it was clear she had at least two accidents while sleeping. She shudders, remembering the clammy feeling around her crotch as she woke up. As she leaves Dr. Shaw's office. She sighs, returning to her office. Beatrice stands as Scarlet rounds the corner. “How did it go Scarlet?” Scarlet's lips tremble as she shakes her head rapidly. “Oh I’m so sorry Scarlet.” Scarlet stays silent as she walks into her office, Beatrice following behind her, shutting the door. Scarlet sits in her leather chair, then slams her head into her arms on the desk, crying again. “S-she d-didn’t find any trace of what Fixer is doing to me…” Beatrice stands behind Scarlet, slowly rubbing her muscular neck and shoulders while Scarlet sobs into her arms. “Oh Scarlet I’m so sorry… What does this mean for you?” Scarlet takes a shuddering breath. “That Shaw can’t even attempt to undo what's happening to me yet…” Beatrice stops her rubbing, then continues. “There there Scarlet. Would you like a nice hot coffee?” Scarlet nods into her arms, still crying softly. “I’ll be right back, Scarlet.” Scarlet hears the door open then close, her tears still falling.
Scarlet finally sits up, wiping the tears from her eyes. Scarlet sulks in her chair, squirming, unable to sit still with her raging emotions. Beatrice returns with her coffee, placing it in front of her. “Just the way you like it.” Scarlet nods her thanks, picking up the cream white ‘coffee’, not a hint of brown left in the drink. Scarlet hums her appreciation as she drinks her sugary milk and cream, still believing it has coffee in it. Her heart starts to jitter as the almost purely sugar courses through her body. “Thanks Beatrice!” She finally smiles at her secretary, who smiles softly back at her. “Any time Scarlet.” Scarlet’s wrist computer pings, and Scarlet brings it up, raising an eyebrow. This early? Before noon? Fuentes’s face appears in front of Scarlets, cutting right to the chase. “Fixer and her robots were seen entering another Child Testing Center.” What is with her and these centers?” “Address and how many?” “Address is sent and number is at least 3.” Scarlet nods and stands, her muscular thighs quivering with anticipation. “Got it.” She nods towards Beatrice and marches out of her office. As Scarlet marches towards the roof, she grabs hold of her powers. Red lighting crackles around her, a constant flow of power radiating in and around her. Her bladder twinges painfully and she groans. “Really! Now!” She marches to the elevator and slams the rooftop floor. Not enough time to use the restroom… Can I make myself pee my padded underwear on purpose? She blushes at the thought, then groans as pain pierces her bladder. She squeezes her thighs, her toes pointing inward. I won't have a choice in a second… She curiously unclenches her bladder, then moans in relief as she floods her blue underwear. “Mhmmmm fuuuck.” An electric tingle travels through her body as her urine floods the padding. The warm liquid is quickly absorbed by the padding, and she moans as the pain disappears from her bladder. She pants, an arm against the elevator wall as her shaky legs barely support her. She blushes, in arousal and embarrassment as the warm padding swells around her, putting even more pressure on her clit. Disgusting… Scarlet, face flushed from arousal, slowly stands straight to her full height of six foot nine. The warm urine in her crotch is quickly absorbed, leaving her feeling pleasantly warm and comfortable even as she grimaces against the clamminess. Her swollen underwear looks even larger beneath her flight suit, making it tight and almost noticeable around her crotch. Scarlet blushes as her arousal rises with each step out of the elevator, her red lightning crackling around her. With her wet underwear, Scarlet pulls more of her powers and flies into the air, a red comet traveling through the morning sky.
Scarlet flies towards the latest testing center infiltrated by Fixer. With her warm, wet underwear she nervously chews on her lower lip as she flies over the city. I don't feel like a superhero right now… After a few moments, Scarlet sees the brutal concrete testing center. She squirms in the air as she hovers down, the warm padding rubbing against her clit. She lands in front of the testing center, and she stands there , squirming, nibbling nervously on her lip, one hand touching the front of her crotch armor against herself. I don't want to go in there like this, but I have to… Taking a deep breath, Scarlet Warden marches forward. Her hands tighten into fists and she keeps a strong hold on her powers, the lighting gathering around her in the morning sun. She steps into the open door of the testing center, surprised to see it empty on a Friday morning. Fuentes didn’t say anything about ‘normals’... Maybe they all ran away. Looking along the well lit front office, Scarlet glances over the government propaganda, looking for hints of the Fixer. Why does it look so pristine? If the Fixer is here, shouldn't there have been pandemonium getting out? Scarlet almost sighs in relief when a latex clad robot steps out of a hallway. The robot tilts its head like a dog, then turns around and walks away. “Okkkaaaaaayyyy?” Confused, and a little concerned, Scarlet walks cautiously after the Robot. Concerned of a trap, she keeps her hands up, ready to call down her lightning at any moment. The robot walks slowly ahead of her, seemingly unconcerned that Scarlet is behind her. This is weird… The robot enters another doorway, and Scarlet follows it cautiously, her boots softly padding along the tiled floor. Stopping in the doorway when she sees The Fixer, clad head to toe in black latex sitting on a desk, three robots towering behind her motionless. The Fixer tilts her head at Scarlet, her blood red lips pulling up into an aggressive grin. So strange not seeing her eyes… “Welcome Rosy!” Scarlet grimaces, chewing her lip as the villain's low sultry voice travels across the room. “It's Scarlet Warden, Fixer!” The Fixer pouts her blood red lips, tilting her head to the other side. “But that's no fun Rosy! Besides, it fits you better. Don’t you think so?” Scarlet growls and steps into the doorway, her red lightning making the bright room a tint of red. “What do you want Fixer?” The Fixer grins again, standing. Scarlet is taken back. Last time they fought, the Fixer was five foot four, maybe five inches. Now she must be six feet tall, and more muscular. What the fuck? No one can change that much in just a few days, even with today's medicine! What is going on? “I'm just here to give you an update on Ox and Raven. That's it I swear.” Scarlet freezes, crossing her arms. “And why should I believe you, Fixer?” The Fixer shrugs her new muscular shoulders. “Because I have evidence, duh.” Scarlet grimaces. I do need to verify the two are still alive… Scarlet sighs, keeping her eyes searching for tricks. “Okay Fixer, show me your proof. And tell me, how are you so much taller than just a few days ago?” The Fixer grins and tosses an envelope on the floor between them. “Oh that's simple! I stole it from little William.” Scarlet feels her eyes widen in surprise. No! That's impossible! How would that even work? Against the Steel Ox of all people? She must be lying…
Scarlet steps forward cautiously, bending at her knees to pick up the envelope as she keeps an eye on Fixer and her Robots. She feels her cooling diaper press harder against her crotch, and she stifles a moan of pleasure. Scarlet stands straight, cringing as she hears the crinkling of her padding again. “I don’t believe you, Fixer.” The Fixer shrugs again. “Believe me or don’t, it doesnt change the facts Rosy.” Scarlet frowns as she opens the envelope, then stares in surprise at a naked, hairless, and noticeably smaller Ox. Scarlet can’t hold back her surprise as her eyebrows climb high. “What?!” The Fixer cackles, sitting back against the desk, crossing her arms. The next photo shows Ox sucking on a dildo while he sits, the next shows Raven grinding her pussy on his face. Another, of a naked Raven with piercings on her nipples and clit. Scarlet stares at the photos in shock, before raising her eyes to meet Fixers blank latex covered face. “What are you doing to them? Making them sex crazed freaks?” Scarlet shouts, her powers gathering even stronger around her, a cool wind blowing through the room as the smell of ozone crowds in. Fixer seems unconcerned, still sitting on the desk. “Just rehabilitating them into something useful to society, like I already told you.” Scarlet feels her rage building, red hot and burning. “You captured two superheroes, and are… using them for your twisted games!” The Fixer lips tighten. “How many women did William rape?” Scarlet feels the air leave her lungs as Fixer’s response pierces her. She swallows. “T-to many.” Fixer shrugs. “And how many lives has your so-called Order of Judgement destroyed? How many did you and Luna overlook Rosy? In the name of The Order of Judgement? How many ‘criminals’ have passed through your room?” Scarlet feels small, having her failures used like a weapon against her. How does she know about the criminals I dominate in my room? “That still doesn’t make it right what you're doing to them…” In a quieter voice Scarlet almost whispers. “To me…” The Fixer smiles, and stands back up. “Oh, but Rosy. I’m just fixing you, undoing what The Order did to you as a child.” What! What does that mean? Scarlet growls, clenching her fist. “By making my bladder smaller?” The Fixer cackles, placing her hands on her thighs as she laughs. Scarlet's rage grows, now she watches everything through a red haze. “Oh Scarlet! That's just the beginning unless you can stop me!” Scarlet lunges forward screaming as her rage boils over, clapping her hands. The place Fixer was just standing explodes in a ball of superheated red lightning. The sound and pressure wave reverberate in the small room, blowing furniture into splinters. The three robots are thrown back into the wall, leaving craters in the concrete wall as they fall to the floor.
Scarlet yells as she claps her hands again, destroying every bit of furniture in the room, the paint peeling off the concrete. She claps again, causing bits of rebar to melt through destroyed concrete, pipes explode, venting steam and water into the room as electrical wires spark and short. Scarlet pants, her lightning still crackling violently around her. She turns her head, looking for the Fixer or the robots, but nothing appears. Breathing hard, she marches over to where the Fixer stood. She freezes, as a voice whispers in her ear. “Oh Rosy, you broke our little truce!” Scarlet whips around, her hands coming together in an explosive clap. An explosion of force around her blows splinters of furniture into the walls. “Rosyyyyyy! Bad girl!” Scarlet swings around again, looking for the Fixer. Is she invisible? But then the explosions would affect her… Strong arms wrap around her arms and legs from the back, pulling her to the ground. Scarlet snarls in rage as the three tall robots pin her to the ground, making it impossible for her to clap, or use her powers in any meaningful way as they wrap their limbs around them. How did they recover! Scarlet snarls and bites at the limbs around her, her panic rising as she’s unable to escape their iron hold. Her red lightning crackles around her, zapping the three bots. But they seem not to care. The Fixer appears from nowhere right in front of her, smiling, not a hair out of place or a hint of soot on her. Fixer holds a syringe in her hand, and Scarlet starts to struggle harder, trying anything to escape. Anything but another injection! In her struggle, Scarlet's bladder releases and she cries out in anger and embarrassment as her already full underwear is flooded. The fixer’s smile grows, as the fight starts to drain out of Scarlet, as if she’s peeing out her struggle. Scarlet lies pinned beneath the robot's panting, sweat covering her face as urine drips through her padding. The Fixer laughs. “Rosy? Is a woman of your age peeing her pants?” Scarlet Whimpers, and tries to free herself to no avail. The Fixer crouches down, taking off Scarlet's crotch plate, throwing it to the side, then Fixer unzips Scarlet's suit, revealing Scarlet's stained and soaking training panties to the world. Scarlet blushes as tears build in her eyes. “Oh! Not just peeing her pants! But padded underwear! Is little Rosy not potty trained?” Scarlet snarls out. “You know you did this to me, cunt! This is your fault!” The Fixer laughs, pressing her hand against the crotch of Scarlet's wet trainers, pushing the wet padding harder against her crotch. “I did this? I made you wear diapers? I made you pee yourself? I don’t remember doing that to you! All I did was make your bladder a tiny bit smaller… The rest was all you.” Scarlet whimpers at The Fixers touch and words. As the padding is pressed harder against her clit. Scarlet blushes as the electric tingling starts across her whole body, spreading from her wet crotch, all the way to her toes and fingers. The Fixer laughs, and Scarlet shrieks as the needle is pressed into her abdomen. “St-stoppppp! Nooooo!” The Fixer cackles as a horrible cooling sensation spreads from the injection site, slowly filling her entire body before dissipating. Scarlet cries out in terror, her heart racing in panic. ‘Wh-what did you do! What did you do to me, you bitch!” Scarlet's voice climbs higher in pitch as she screams at the Fixer, her tears falling harder. The Fixer stands over Scarlet, still pinned to the ground by the robots.
Fixer’s blood red lips pull into a predatory smile. “I just gave a little boost to the nanobots inside you Rosy. You already drank so many of them when I was in your meetings…” Nanobots? Inside me? Her eyes widen as she realizes that the Fixer was Jane, operating inside their Order of weeks. What else did she do? Scarlet snarls and tries to fight her way out again, but is easily pinned back down, her red lighting crackling uselessly around the room. Scarlet starts to hyperventilate, overwhelmed with rising fear. She feels bile in her throat and stomach, and her body feels cold. The Fixer kneels down, her muscular legs on either side of Scarlet's chest, her covered face right in front of Scarlet's own. She smells of… Lilacs, sex, and gun oil? What? “Rosy, little Rosy. What did you think was changing you?” The Fixer’s blood red lips curl into a smile. “This little boost is going to make your body match what you really are, Rosy.” Scarlet's panic rises even faster, she pants harder, trying to get enough air. Feeling trapped, terrified, claustrophobic. “A little DIAPER SLUT.” Scarlet blinks as her mind empties, forgetting what Fixer just said. Scarlet snarls again as she realizes the Fixer is leaning forward. The Fixer smirks as she kisses Scarlet softly on the forehead, and then Fixer and her robots vanish. Leaving Scarlet crying out, thrashing on the floor, her warm pee dripping through her soaked padding.
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Nova Ranger snorts herself awake. She blinks her eyes, confused, as she smacks her dry lips. Wiping the drool from her mouth, she stares at the TV that is playing a loud advertisement. Why am I on the couch? Nova scratches her crotch, cringing at the small stubble growing on her pubic mound. “Oh.” Nova closes her eyes in embarrassment. “Ohhhhhh.” Now she remembers everything, and why she's lying nude on the couch, a vibrator pushing uncomfortably into her hip. Miri blushes furiously and groans, sitting up takes more effort then she would've thought possible only weeks ago. Miri blinks as she stares down at her tiny belly, horrified that she in fact, has a tiny belly and not washboard abs. She pokes her naked stomach with a finger, feeling hard muscle still, but now her finger sinks in a tiny bit, like she has the tinniest layer of fat under her skin. Her stress rises as she stares at her little belly, feeling a growing panic rising in her throat. Her stomach rumbles loudly, and without thinking she grabs an oreo from the table that she missed last night, taking a bite. I need to stop. This mission needs to stop… I need to message Fuentes today, tell her it's over… Nova nods to herself, unable to look away from her belly as she finishes her oreo. She wipes her hand on the couch then stands. Feeling tired and lethargic after her long sleep on the couch. She stretches as she stands, bringing her muscular arms above her head. Her back pops and Nova sighs as she lowers her arms.
Nova walks towards the bathroom, grateful that Sunny still appears to be sleeping in her room. What time is it? She glances at her wrist computer. Miri has to squint to see the time. 3am… Sunny will probably get up soon. Her stomach rumbles again, and she wishes she grabbed more of the leftover snacks. No! No you don't! No more delicious oreos. Nova stares at her disheveled state as she steps in front of the mirror, a deep blush rising on her olive cheeks. Her long hair is wild and greasy, completely unbrushed and tangled. Her green eyes are slightly red and tired looking, with smeared and smudged mascara and eyeliner. I forgot to take my makeup off again! And to run… and to shower… This mission is over as soon as I talk to Fuentes. Her lips are stained with the mess of all the food she ate. The predominant one being Alfredo sauce.
Nova's stomach rumbles as she remembers the delight of Sunny's amazing pasta and she shakes her head. “No! No more delicious food. You are going back to the gym, back to skinless chicken breasts. You fat fucking pig! Do you want to get any bigger?” She wipes her makeup away and the remainder of last night's meal, grimacing as she sees another zit on her chin. Fuck! Even my body is giving me warning signs of my indulgence. Her muscular neck leads to her muscular collarbones and shoulders. Both predominant with almost zero body fat, her muscles well defined. Her small perky breasts sit high on her chest, her tiny pink nipples hard in the cold morning air. Her ribs are easy to see, having almost no body fat on them allowing them to be counted. But below that, her taut stomach has decided it can no longer flatten, leaving a small bulge sticking out from just below her ribs, to her waist. I officially have a belly now. I'm disgusting! She snarls at her belly in the mirror, like that will make it go away. She takes a deep breath, and releases a loud sigh,forcing her eyes from the sight of her belly, down to her pussy.
She cringes as she sees the tiny amount of stubble. Was I given a razer? Or does Sunny have one? Nova opens cabinet after cabinet, even checking the tiny room that holds their laundry and dryer. Nova sighs as she finds nothing. First thing I'm buying is a razer, along with fixing my heater… and a new wrist computer… and healthier meals. Her stomach rumbles angrily at the thought of meals. “Shut up you!” Will $300 cover all that? Probably… She shakes her head. Never-mind, I'm done with this mission unless Fuentes has a very good reason to stay. Nova turns on the water, a little surprised when some hot water comes out. Was it fixed? She steps into the lukewarm water, sighing in relief that it's not freezing like the last time… When did I last take a shower? Nova cringes. I used to take three showers a day! Now I can't remember the last time? She wants to scream, but instead hastily washes her body, using the last of her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Doesn't matter, I'm done. I just need to be clean! She hastily cleans, missing several spots in her rush to finish as the water gets colder. When I'm back at the Order, I'm going to work out for three solid days. I'm going to shower every hour, and I'm going to eat every bite in the cafeteria… wait no! I'm going to have my protein shakes and salads again. Nodding, Nova steps out of the shower, wrapping a cheap scratchy towel around her breasts, the bottom sitting just below her pussy. Her bloated stomach pushes out against the towel, making it feel tighter than it is. Nova brushes her teeth for the first time in two days, though she doesn't realize that, then applies her cheap makeup, being careful to cover the zits on her chin. She steps out of the shower. Entering her room, she throws the wet towel on her bed, then opens her underwear drawer, and remembers she only has dirty underwear, as she hasn't done laundry since moving in.
“Shit!” Cringing, she walks back out to the living room, finding yesterday's bra and panties with yesterday's clothes. Grimacing she grabs the panties and puts them back on, along with her bra. She tries to ignore the dry sweat on them as she grabs yet another oreo, stuffing the whole thing in her mouth. She walks back to her room as she chews, throwing her dirty work clothes with the pile of other dirty clothes in the corner. Nova pulls her last nice set of clothes out, a black knee length long dress. She pulls the dress over her muscular shoulders and zips it up. She blushes when she looks at herself in the mirror. From the breasts up she looks great, her muscular arms look good in the sleeves, her small breasts fit well and look perky. But the material stretches over her small bloated stomach before returning to normal after her waist. I'm so fucking fat now. I look like a cow. She turns and stresses more as she sees her belly sticking out just a few inches. The little piggy can’t stop eating. Miri groans as she grabs a short white denim jacket and slides her muscular arms in, before buttoning it over her small breasts. Nodding to herself, she steps out of her room and past the bathroom, which is now closed and she can hear the water running. I wonder if she'll make breakfast… No! No more of Sunny's delicious, amazing, wonderful food. Nova's mouth waters and she closes her eyes, counting to 10 as her stomach rumbles. Water! Water helps you feel full. Not anymore piggy. Miri walks into the mess of the kitchen and finds a semi clean glass. Filling it with water she takes a sip, grimacing at the flat taste. She takes another, before finally emptying it out. Maybe any liquid will do… Nova opens the fridge and grabs a coke, her heart fluttering in anticipation of the sugar as he pops it open, pouring it into the freshly vacated cup.
Nova sighs in delight as she drinks her coke, quickly finishing the sugary drink, her headache that had been growing with her stress disappearing rapidly. Nova lets out a small burp, then grabs another coke from the fridge when her stomach rumbles again, pouring it into the empty cup. I think it's working! I'm not as hungry… I think. “Morning Miri! You're up early!” Miri finishes her sip of coke before turning, blushing as she remembers what she did last night, the smell of Sunny turning her on as Nova pushed her face into the cushions. “H-hey Sunny!” Nova blushes and looks away, before looking back at the large woman who is already dressed in her Macburger work clothes, her large belly almost untucking her polo from her pants. “T-thanks for everything last night…” Sunny blushes and waves the thanks away. “It was no problem. It was sort of my fault for getting you high in the first place.” Both women laugh nervously, Miri has trouble ripping her eyes from Sunny's fat belly, jiggling as Sunny walks around the kitchen. Miri finally shrugs awkwardly, taking another sip of her coke. “Do you mind going in early?” Sunny shrugs, looking pleased. “Not at all, after cooking so much last night, I have no desire to cook this morning. Do you mind if we stop and grab some breakfast on the way? Miri smiles as her stomach growls. “No problem at all!” I promise I won't get anything… Miri’s mothers voice laughs in her head. Sure thing fatty.
Miri grabs another coke and throws it in her bag, before stuffing another pair of workout clothes in there as well. Miri throws on her oversized coat before stepping outside, Sunny stomping after her. Miri can see her breath in the early morning air as she walks to her car. “Hey mind if I smoke a cig really quick?” Miri sighs, but turns and nods at Miri. “Go ahead, I'll get the car started. Sunny nods smiling, reaching her hand into a pocket and bringing out a carton of cigarettes. “Want one?” Miri shakes her head as opens her door, the metal groaning in protest. Miri sits in the driver seat as Sunny lights up her cigarette. Miri watches Sunny as she takes a long drag, leaning against their apartment door. Mir feels butterflies in stomach as she watches the large woman clearly enjoying the cigarette, her eyes closed as she scratches below her belly, breathing out a large cloud of smoke as she smiles in delight. Miri bites her lips and clenches her thighs, blushing as she feels her blood rush to her face and clit. Miri lets out a light moan as Sunny takes another drag of her cigarette, then stretches, her shirt untucking as she does so, revealing her pale orb of fat. Miri moans again, and rips her hand away from her pussy. No no no. Sunny is a disgusting whale of lard… she's not hot… not at all. Miri closes her eyes and fumbles with the keys, finally getting them into the ignition. She gets the cat started on the fourth attempt, and her teeth are chattering by the time Sunny opens the passenger door. A waft of cigarette smoke irritates Miri's nose as Sunny drops her heft in the crappy car, throwing her backpack in the empty rear seat. Miri can't help herself from asking as they pull away. “Sunny? Why do you smoke cigarettes? Like, almost no one smokes anymore.” Sunny chuckles, her normally high pitched and smooth voice slightly raspy. Miri white knuckles the steering wheel as Sunny's sexy voice caresses her, and feels her pussy start to moisten. Sunny continues in her raspy voice. “Oh I just like the taste and smell if you can believe it. A good cigarette will keep you warm on a cold day also.” Sunny shrugs her fat shoulders, then points at a sign. “Turn in here! This place has the best donuts!” Miri nods and turns into Donut Planet. Pulling into the drive through, they wait patiently. “This place is the best before 6am. But after that, Donut Invasion is better, don't ask me why.” Miri nods, her stomach rumbling as she stares at the menu. It all looks so good… “Do you want anything? I'll pay since you're driving!” Miri stares out the window. It's your last day on the mission… One more breakfast wont hurt before returning to your routine. Miri turns and smiles at Sunny, her mouth already salivating. “That would be great thanks!” Sunny beams at Miri. “Want me to order for us?” Miri nods, her stomach already anticipating her breakfast. Miri pulls forward and Sunny leans across the middle of the car, her pudgy hand on Miris rock-hard thigh. Miri blushes and starts breathing hard as Sunny's pudgy hand grabs Miris thigh harder as she orders, making butterflies in her stomach flutter around at Mach 10. Miri swallows, her mouth suddenly dry and her pussy soaking wet as Sunny’s smell invades her nose. This close, her face only inches from Miri, Miri can smell Sunny's body. The stale sweat, grease, the overpowering aroma of her cigarette. Sunny radiates heat, and Miri finds herself moving closer, her lips only inches from Sunnys cheek. “.... and 4 Boston creams. Oh! Two extra large Brownie Sundae coffees please!” Miri stares at Sunny's plump cheek and feels sweat start to prickle down her brow. I want to kiss her. Miri sighs in relief when Sunny pulls back to her side, the absence of her hand making Miri feel cold. Miri swallows as Sunny smiles out the window, seemingly unaware of how aroused she was making Miri.
At the window Miri gawks at the three boxes of donuts the young man hands them, then gawks at the two extra large coffees, almost a liter if she had to guess. Miri pulls away as Sunny opens a box. “Isn't this a bit much Sunny? For just us?” Sunny chuckles as she grabs a glazed donut, handing the sugary breakfast to Miri. “Oh, just a few are for us! I figured you could leave one in your breakroom, and I'll give the other box to my workers!” Miri nods as she bites into the sticky donut, moaning in appreciation as the sugar melts in her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth as she swallows. “Mmmmm so good.” Sunny giggles as she grabs one of her own. “Right! Wait until you try the coffee!” Intrigued, Miri devours her first glazed donut. Picking up the warm coffee with her sticky hands, she takes a sip. The taste of brownies, chocolate, cream, and sugar make Miri hum in appreciation as she takes an even larger sip. Her heart races as the sugary drink races through her body, giving her an amazing sugar high.
“Oh god!” This is the best coffee ever! She pants, struggling to take a deep breath as she chugs her drink. “This is better than a shake!” Sunny laughs and takes a sip of her own, before handing another donut to Miri who gladly accepts. By the time they pull into Prododines garage, Miri has eaten 7 donuts, Sunny another 5. Miri burps as she finishes her ‘coffee’, tossing the empty cup in the back of the car. Sunny tosses the empty box back and shuffles out of the car with her bag and the other two boxes. Miri locks her car and stands, her hunger sated for now. Sunny smiles and hands one of the boxes to Miri. “See you at lunch Miri!” Miri smiles and blushes, biting her lip as she watches Sunny walk away. Sunny’s large ass jiggling and shaking as she shuffles along. That might be you piggy if you don’t stop eating… Miri blushes and shakes her head. Forgetting her bag of workout clothes in the car, Miri walks inside heading to her desk. Miri makes a stop at the break room, dropping the box of donuts on the table. She grabs a soda from the fridge then starts to walk away. Miri stops in the doorway, before turning back around and grabbing a large plate, stacking several donuts,and a large amount of snacks on it. There. That should last me till lunch. Miri, balancing the plate on her hand, strolls to her desk, placing the heaping meal of thousands of calories right in front of her. She glances at her computer as she grabs her next Donut with her sticky fingers. 3:45am… Shields should be here soon. Let's send the message to Fuentes ending this sham. Miri chews her large bite of donut, savoring the cream filling in this one as she types up a message to Fuentes.
By the time she's done with her message, she's finished another donut, already reaching for a second when Ms. Shields walks in through the glass doors. “Morning Miri.” Miri stands, and blushes when Shields stares at Miri's belly before looking back at her face. I'm so done with this crap… “You're looking… happy?” Miri flushes and nods, biting her tongue to prevent her from saying something snide that could blow her cover. “Thank you Ma’am. You're looking very nice today.” Shields smiles and pushes her office door open. “Thanks! I went shopping yesterday and bought some new clothes.” Shields closes the door behind her as Miri sits, feeling worse about herself. She picks up another donut, taking another bite of the sugary treat makes her feel a little bit better. I hope Fuentes agrees to pull me out… She takes another sip of her soda, then gets to work on her emails. By 5am, her plate is empty and she returns to the breakroom. Miri smiles in relief when she sees that no one else has touched the remaining donuts. She grabs the entire box, and another soda and returns to her desk, munching away, enjoying each and every delicious sugary donut. Miri wipes her mouth with her hand, then brushes the pile of crumbs onto the floor. She tosses a few of her empty soda cans into the almost full trash can beneath her desk, then slowly rubs her stuffed belly. So full. Why did I keep eating… I ate the entire box… She blushes, remembering that she promised herself no more junk food just this morning. Good thing today is my last day here. She yawns suddenly, then blushes as she lets out a little burp. Miri grimaces at the smell of her sugary burp, trying to wave away the smell.
Her computer pings and she checks her email, relieved when she sees Fuentes had messaged her. “Hey Miri, sorry to hear about the new job. I really think you should stick with it for another week, then we can speak of you moving back in with us. Remember! Don't forget your drive! Your scarlet friend has found some more info, nothing concrete, but she thinks you should stay where you are.” Miri pouts as the message deletes itself. I… I guess I can do another week? She wipes her sticky hand on the hip of her dress, smearing glazed sugar onto it. What did she mean drive? Oh! The drive in the server room… Nova blushes, realizing she had completely forgotten about it. How did something so important slip my mind? Shaking her head, she stares out the window into the city, absently rubbing her stuffed belly without realizing it. Stuffed full of over 15 donuts, her taut belly is pressing her black dress to the limits. Miri’s olive skin is just barely noticeable through the stretched black fabric over her stomach. Good thing I can work out today at least… and I can play soccer tomorrow. Then, On sunday I can go to the gym and workout all day… Once I get the drive… I’m leaving this shit… Feeling slightly better about staying for a few more days, Miri returns to squinting at her computer, her headache building as she tries to focus on the small text. Sighing, Miri stands, bored, heading for the breakroom. Another bowl of snacks won't hurt…
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Re: Fixer and The Order of Judgement Part 2 (WG,AR,DG, Humil
by Dartista1 » Mon Apr 15, 2024 5:12 pm
Chapter 7 Cont.
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“So…” Fuentes crosses her legs as she stares at Scarlet across her desks. “Fixer claims that these photos are of Steel Ox and Moon Raven? And you believe her?” Scarlet Warden nods, back in Judgment Square, safe in her office. Fuentes raises an eyebrow, and Dr. Shaw remains quiet. “And you say that she was taller and more muscular than just two days ago?” Scarlet nods again, chewing her lower lip, her hands nervously playing with her suit beneath the desk. At least I'm in dry underwear again… Scarlet represses a shudder. Remembering her shameful retreat after Fixer beat her earlier today. Her underwear was so full of pee that it was leaking as she flew, her crotch armor cradled in her arm, as she didn’t want it rubbing against her crotch. She cried the whole flight back, huge wracking sobs that made it hurt to breathe and hard to see. Scarlet had to cool down on the roof for almost an hour before she worked up the courage to go inside, and tell a slightly different version of what happened to her to Fuentes, Beatrice, and Shaw. Scarlet feels the familiar panic rise in her stomach as she remembers the nanobots crawling around inside of her, she imagines she can almost feel them changing her, and she shudders. “... and then she left after you destroyed a few of her robots?” Scarlet nods again, her cheeks heating as she agrees with her lie again. No need to tell them she beat me easily, then held me down like a child as she injected more nanobots into me. I can’t believe fucking ‘Jane’ had infected us… Scarlet gnaws her trembling bottom lip. “I see.” Fuentes nods and types on her wrist computer. “In other news Scarlet, Nova messaged me during your fight with The Fixer. I think Nova was panicking about something, because she wanted out of her assignment… I convinced her to stay another week, to at least retrieve the drive tomorrow. Nova agreed, but I think if we don’t find anything by Wednesday, we will pull her out.” Nova? Panicked? I wonder why? I would switch places with her in an instant…. Probably from being poor, Nova does love her money. Scarlet chuckles, amazed she can still laugh after the day she had. “She probably hates the fact she can’t buy everything she wants, and that she actually has to work a full day.” Fuentes smiles and Dr. Shaw chuckles.
Scarlet smiles slightly, crossing her legs. “And you let her know what The Fixer told me, about the nanobots that ‘Jane’ may have infected us with?” Fuentes nods, smiling brightly at Scarlet as she lies to the superhero. “Of course I did.” Scarlet nods at Fuentes as the door opens and Scarlet finds herself smiling largely at Beatrice as she brings them all decaf coffees. Beatrice places down Scarlet's milk white ‘coffee’, then places two black coffees for Fuentes and Shaw. Scarlet wrinkles her nose at the bitter, overpowering smell from the other two drinks. Scarlet takes a sip of her milk as Beatrice leaves before continuing. “Well. She can leave after we go through all the data and see if there's a connection to Prododine and The Fixer.” Scarlets bladder twinges painfully and she squeezes her legs against the padding of her underwear. Not now! Her bladder aches, close to bursting. She gnaws her lips and blushes, trying not to act like she’s about to pee herself in front of the two women. This meeting needs to end! Dr. Shaw places her cup on the desk, crossing her legs. “And Fixer claimed these ‘nanobots’ are what's changing you? That she infected you during meetings here? Then injected more into you during your first fight with her?” Scarlet nods, holding back a groan of pain as the pressure on her bladder increases rapidly. Hurry up! Shaw shrugs. “I've found absolutely no proof of that in your test, But I guess I can run the test again. Come by tomorrow and we can start.” Scarlit grits her teeth. “Would you even know what to look for Dr. Shaw?” Shaw smiles sharply, her eyes piercing into Scarlets as her lips press into thin lines. “Now that I know what to look for? I’ll be honest with you, Maybe I can. This is a completely unknown technology to us, Ma’am.” Scarlet nods sharply, conceding the point, then widens her eyes in panic as her bladder releases. I’m peeing! Dr. Shaw looks at Fuentes and they begin a small conversation as Scarlet floods her padded underwear. Scarlet blushes a deep red and gnaws her lip, shifting her legs, almost whimpering in pleasure and embarrassment as she pees herself in front of two people. She can just hear the small hiss as her pee escapes her bladder. I’m… peeing in front of people…And they don’t notice… The electric tingling she’s growing so used to fills her body and she stifles a moan of pleasure as her underwear swells around her, pressing wet warm padding harder against her crotch. Scarlet presses her hand against her crotch as she feels warmth spread outward from her underwear. Her peeing finally stops, and she slowly feels her blush fade as the electric tingling retreats from her body, remaining only on her clit now. “... isn’t that right, Scarlet?” Scarlet stares at Fuentes, mortified, furrowing her brow as she realizes she missed an entire conversation as she pissed herself in front of them. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Did they not notice me peeing myself right in front of them? A tiny thrill of the forbidden pleasure shoots up her spine, making her tingle all over and feel butterflies in her stomach.
“I said…” Scarlet blushes and focuses back on Fuentes, a hand still pressing against her crotch, under the desk, hidden from view. The tingling flows through her body as Fuentes continues, Scarlet's arousal climbing to new heights as her hand presses harder against her crotch, pushing her wet underwear harder against her. “ That we need to encourage Nova to stick with her assignment, I think there's some good data we can find in Prododines abandoned Nano technology. Even if the company itself has no connection to Fixer, Fixer likely has a connection to Prododine.” Scarlet nods absently, enjoying the spreading warmth of her underwear, almost like the warmth is spreading to her entire body, keeping her nice and cozy. Secure even. Scarlet pushes harder on her crotch and rubs slowly, pressing the warm wet padding against her clit. Scarlet barely listens to Fuentes as arousal builds in her entire body, a growing storm driving out rational thought. “Uhhh. That sounds good. Keep at it.” She chews her lower lip, her unfocused gaze looking over Fuentes and Shaw. “That's it for today, um, bye.” Fuentes and Shaw stand, showing no emotion, executing salutes they spin on their heels as Scarlet's body burns with arousal. As soon as the door closes behind the two, Scarlet locks the door from her desk and moans, rubbing harder on her crotch. “Uhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmm.” She rubs harder and harder, moaning as her wet padding crinkles under her hand. This is… wrong? RIght?
The warm crinkling underwear presses harder against her swollen clit, the electric tingling feeling like an electrical storm. She bites her palm as she moans again, then screams into her hand as the most intense orgasm of her life shoots through her like a lightning bolt. Bolt after bolt of pleasure radiates from her padded pussy. And she moans as her pussy juices are absorbed by her wet underwear. She keeps rubbing her crotch, slowly stopping as the warmth retreats from her body, back into her diaper. As her arousal retreats, Scarlet shivers in disgust at what she just did, though a larger part of her is completely satisfied. “I… I just came in my wet diapers…” Tears gather in her eyes and she throws herself face down on her desk, crying and screaming as she has another meltdown at what she just did. Her muscular arms and legs flail as she cries, sobbing and sniffling into her arms. “I h-h-hate the fucking Fixer. Fixer ruins everything!” She sniffles, finally picking herself back up. She crosses her arms and frowns as she lets out a large yawn. “I'm done! I'm going to bed!” This day sucks! Nodding to herself, Scarlet stands, feeling smaller after peeing in front of Shaw and Fuentes, then cumming in her wet underwear right after. Scarlet's body heats up with each step, as each step causes her arousal to build, trying to ignore the wonderful warmth radiating from her crotch. She stops in front of the mirror right before opening her office door, and tilts her head. “Something seems off…” Her golden suit seems like it's a little baggier, not as skin tight as before. Her breastplate sits strangely on her breasts, and her crotch plate is pushed out by her swollen underwear. Her crotch is the only place the suit is still tight against her. Scarlet stares, confused, then shrugs her muscular shoulders. “I'm so tired I'm imagining things.” Scarlet starts to sweat as she walks past Beatrice, Scarlet waves, feeling strange, almost like she has a fever. “Going to bed Beatrice, see you tomorrow.” Beatrice looks up, confused. “Already? It's only four pm Scarlet…” Scarlet stops, surprised, her mind feeling slow. Turning back to Beatrice she frowns. “Really? It feels so much later…” Scarlet shrugs, her shoulders feeling looser in her suit. “Ummm. Alright Scarlet, I'll just get a bit more work done before heading home… Let me know if you need anything… Are you feeling alright? You look a little red.” Scarlet nods and yawns again. “Just a little tired Beatrice.” Beatrice slowly nods as Scarlet turns away, returning to her room.
As Scarlet returns to her room she locks the door behind her, yawning into her strong hands. Shrugging out of her armor, she drops the heavy breastplate and crotch piece to the ground, then unzips her suit. She stares, her confusion growing as the large suit falls off her shoulders to the floor, revealing her sweaty muscular body. “Huh?” She takes a step, confused when her feet come out of her tied boots. Her heart starts racing, tears building in her eyes as she watches the furniture grow around her. She gasps as her wet underwear falls to the ground around her. She lets out a scream, finally realizing what's happening as she remembers Fixer's injection “No! No!!!!” Her wrist computer falls off her wrist as her arms rapidly shrink. Scarlet screams as she bends over, picking up her wrist computer, she runs to her mirror in the gym. She calls the only person she can think of for help, Beatrice. “B-beatrice! I-I need help!” Beatrice's eyes widen and she stands. “On my way!” The call ends and Scarlet Whimpers as she watches her body in the mirror, sweat running down her as the heat grows, and she feels creaking and snapping in her bones. Her large gray sports bra is covered in sweat as Scarlet gasps. Scarlet must only stand 6 '5'' now, already 4 inches smaller then only moments again. Her lower lip trembles as her muscles shrink, a lifetime of hard work starting to disappear before her gray eyes. She whimpers, her vision becoming blurry as tears spring into her eyes. She angrily wipes them away, watching her broad, golden toned shoulders shrink as her body continues to shrink in front of her eyes. “No! No! I don't wanna be small!” Scarlet continues to shrink, and she cries out as her bones burn and snap, shrinking in on themselves rapidly. Her neck feels like it's on fire, her vocal chords shrinking rapidly. Scarlet hears Beatrice slam the door open, running into the gym, then stopping short. “Scarlet? Wha-” “I'm fucking shrinking!” Scarlet screams, embarrassed by her shrill, high pitched voice. Scarlet yelps and brings a hand to her throat, feeling the heat still radiating from it. She whimpers as Beatrice steps behind her, her hazel eyes wide and her mouth open. By now, Scarlet is the same height as Beatrice, five foot ten. Scarlet whimpers as the cracking increases as her whole body heats up, and her legs feel unsteady as her muscle burns away. Minutes ago she looked like a golden amazon goddess, covered in thick muscles with an hourglass figure. Now she looks like a normal woman, who maybe occasionally works out. Her large bra falls off her body, finally leaving her completely naked. Her large, DD sized breasts seem to remain the same size as she shrinks, looking even larger on her body as she shrinks.
Scarlet whimpers and flexes her muscles, screaming in rage as her muscles barely flex in the mirror, her definition disappearing by the second. The fire in her bones and skin continues and Scarlet wails as she shrinks below Beatrice’s eyes. Scarlet grabs her scarlet hair and pulls, screaming in rage and fear, the pain helping to steady her as she stomps her feet on the ground. Scarlet gasps as Beatrice grabs her hands, peeling her grip off her hair. “That's enough of that Scarlet! Are you a superhero? Or a little child?” Scarlet gasps at Beatrice in the mirror, as the secretary easily peels Scarlet's hands off her hair. Scarlet pouts at Beatrice's reflection, enraged. “I’m a superhero!” Her high pitched voice cracks and she snaps her mouth shut, embarrassed and terrified. How dare she say that! “That's right! Your Scarlet Warden. Stop throwing a tantrum and focus!” Scarlet blushes, her whole body trembling as Beatrice scolds her. Nodding slightly, Scarlet looks back at her reflection as Beatrice releases her hands. Scarlet rubs her hands as she watches herself shrink further and further, the last of her muscular physique disappearing as she whimpers. No… She shrinks to just above Beatrice's large breasts, the top of her head even with Beatrice's shoulders. The burning and cracking stops in her bones, and Scarlet takes a deep, shuddering breath, hoping whatever is causing this is done, then wails again as the burning starts in her breasts. As Scarlet had shrunken, her breasts had stayed the same size, looking larger and larger on her smaller frame. Scarlet had hoped nothing would happen to her breasts, but now they start shrinking in her hands as she grabs them.
Scarlet openly sobs as her breasts shrink and shrink, from melon sized DD that Scarlet couldn't even fit in her hands, to the size of a pear, then finally to small perky breasts, that her smaller hands easily hide. Scarlet wails in the gym, her whole body shaking as tears run down her cheeks. They're smaller than Nova’s now! Even smaller than Ravens. Scarlet whimpers, letting go of her tiny chest and looks at herself in the mirror. Tears roll down her cheeks at what she sees, as Beatrice stares down at her in open confusion, wringing her hands like she has no idea what to do. Scarlet’s scarlet hair has seemingly grown as she shrank, or maybe it just stayed the same. Her hair is down to her small shoulders now, and tickles her when she moves. Her tiny, narrow shoulders have lost all muscle, definition, and their broadness. Her collar and shoulder bones poke out beneath her skin. Her sternum is pronounced and easy to see as well. “She took all my muscles!” Scarlet wails again in her high pitched shrill voice as she averts her eyes from her small breasts, down past her ribs that poke out, making it easy to count each and every one. Scarlet looks at her belly with her tear filled eyes, unwilling to comprehend what she's seeing. She wipes her tears with her smaller hand again, and her lips tremble as she looks at her belly and waist. Her washboard abs are completely gone, leaving a flat belly behind with no definition to speak of. As she breathes, she sees the slightest bit of jiggle and she cringes. Scarlet's upside down triangle body is gone. Her muscular shoulders are now tiny and narrow, her waist barely feminine, almost androgynous with a lack of curves. Her hips are small and narrow as well,making her almost as flat as a board. Scarlet sobs out as she realizes she barely has any curves on her petite body. Taking a shuddering breath, she looks further down, past her scarlet pubic hair and clammy pussy, still wet from peeing herself earlier. Her eyes track to her once muscular legs, able to propel her rapidly through the streets. Her legs are so skinny now, that her once miniscule thigh gap appears much larger as she stands trembling. I could fit my fist through my gap now… They almost appear to be stick thin, but her legs have a small layer of fat on them, making them look slightly larger. Her ass is much smaller and less firm, looking petite on her already newly petite body. Scarlet whimpers as she pushes her finger into her thigh. Instead of bouncing off iron muscles like she’s used to, her finger presses almost to her first finger joint in fat. She whimpers, pulling her finger back, and stares at her small hands.
Once muscular and large, they are now small and dainty. Small scars still dot her hands, but they seem faded, not as pronounced. She flips her hands over, staring at her palms and cringes when she sees her calluses are gone, her hands and fingers now incredibly soft and smooth. She looks back at her arms in the mirror, and instinctively tries to flex her arms. She cries out, as the muscle under her skin doesn't even noticeably move in the mirror, her skinny arms remaining soft in the mirror. Whimpering, she looks back at her face, finally facing what she dreads most. Her lips tremble as she looks at her new face. Only minutes ago, Scarlet had a strong heroic face, with high cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. Her aristocratic nose stood far out, almost slightly too large for her face. Her gray eyes were piercing and serious, whose glare could reduce world leaders to cowering messes. Now... Scarlet sniffles again, on the urge of breaking into tears again. Her gray eyes look soft and doe-like with large eyelashes, that wouldn’t intimidate a mouse. Her golden skin is slightly paler now, the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth gone. Her eyebrows are less refined, less strong, looking thinner on her already soft face. Scarlet’s nose has shrunk, making her face look even younger. Her high cheekbones are now softer, giving her face a slightly more rounded and younger appearance. Her thin lips appear puffier and wider on her face, her mouth seemingly having not shrinking as much as the rest of her. Scarlet grimaces, and realizes her perfect teeth seem misaligned now, a small gap between her front teeth. Her jaw and chin is weaker too she realizes, not even close to heroic or square. More pointed and rounded. Scarlet touches her face, surprised at how much softer it is all over. Her eyes flood with tears, and her whole body shakes as she realizes her new, petite body is so skinny and small, that she could fit her whole body through the leg hole of her uniform. “S-she toooooooooookkkkk fuccckkiiiinngggg everythinnnnnngggggg!” Scarlet screams, dropping onto the floor on her stomach as she pounds her smaller fists and feet against the ground. Sobbing and screaming, Scarlet flails on the ground. Her bladder twinges as she flails and she freezes, then cries louder as her bladder releases before she can even stand. “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” She sobs into the floor as her bladder releases, soaking the floor with a torrent of pee. The electric tingling spreads through her body, but she’s so upset she can’t even begin to enjoy it.
“That is enough!” Scarlet whimpers as Beatrice grabs her arms and easily lifts her off the floor, urine dripping down her legs. With Beatrice holding Scarlet's up, Scarlet cries harder as she realizes Beatrice's hands easily wrap around her skinny forearms, the fingers of Beatrice hands easily meeting around her thin arms. Scarlet squirms in Beatrice's iron grip, her feet barely touching the ground. “Are you a child? Or are you Scarlet Warden?” Beatrice's scolding tone finally starts to pierce through Scarlet's raging self pity and anger. Scarlet sniffles, then takes a shuddering breath as she tries to get her raging emotions under control. After several deep shuddering breaths, she finally nods and whispers. “I-I’m Scarlet W-Warden.” Beatrice nods, and slowly lets go of Scarlet's wrist. Scarlet blinks as she experiences a wave of vertigo, everything seeming out of proportion in her mind as she stands unsteadily on her feet, rubbing her sore arm. Everything that she once looked down on is now above her head… I'm so tiny… Scarlet blushes as her heart flutters, staring straight at Beatrice's breasts, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away as she realizes her eye line is inches below Beatrice’s nipples. Scarlet squirms her legs and chews on her lower lip. Beatrice nods sharply. “That's better. Come along, let's get you cleaned up now that whatever happened seems to have stopped.” Scarlet nods, willing to go along with whatever Beatrice says right now, her emotions too raw to say no. Beatrice offers her hand, and Scarlet takes it, welcoming the heat and strength that seems to pour from Beatrice's large hand. Beatrice starts to walk towards the bathroom, but stops when Scarlet almost falls over. Blushing, Scarlet stares at the floor, tears building. “S-sorry… I feel so uncoordinated.” Scarlet cringes at her shrill voice. “That's alright Scarlet, take your time.” Scarlet takes a deep breath, then follows along with Beatrice, almost falling several times, her stride so much different from only a minute ago. As they walk slowly through Scarlet's room, Scarlet stares in open mouth amazement at how tall everything appears. What was once up to her waist, is now up to her jaw. Her lip temples as she realizes how much she shrank. “B-Beatrice?” Beatrice looks down at Scarlet, her eyes concerned as she rubs Scarlet's hand comfortingly.``H-how much do you think I shrank?” Beatrice grimaces then looks around before staring seriously back at Scarlet. “I think you lost almost two feet Scarlet.”
Scarlet whimpers and nods as she walks, her smaller feet making almost no noise on the wooden floors. “I’m… I’m probably like, Five foot three now aren't I.” Beatrice nods sadly. “I-I don’t even know how much I weigh now.” I'm so skinny now…With no muscle or fat to speak of. Beatrice nods again, and Scarlet cringes, unable to get used to her new voice. “Dr. Shaw will be able to tell you everything once we talk to her.” Scarlet snarls, instinctively trying to pull her hand free. Beatrice tightens her grip, and Scarlet whimpers. How can I Hunt the fucking Fixer if I can’t pull my hand away from Beatrice? Scarlet gasps as she thinks of something horrible. Do I even have my powers still? She reaches for her powers, and sighs in relief when the red lightning crackles around her. At least I still have that… Scarlet feels her eyes tear up again, and she’s almost sobbing again as Beatrice turns Scarlet's shower on. Scarlet steps into the shower, sobbing as the hot water washes her sweat, tears, and dry urine away. She washes herself, cringing as she realizes how soft her body is, feeling silky smooth beneath her hands. “You okay Scarlet?” Beatrice asks softly, just loud enough to hear over Scarlets crying and the running water. Scarlet shakes her head hard, splashing water all over the shower. “N-no Beatrice… Nothings okay.” Beatrice nods and steps back, Scarlet doesn't even question that she remains in the bathroom with her. Scarlet sighs and shuts the water off, knowing she can’t stay hidden in the shower forever. She blushes as she realizes she has to reach up for the handles. She steps out of the shower, and Beatrice hands her a towel. Only half an hour ago, the towel would barely have covered her breasts and her crotch at the same time. Now, it drapes around her as she places it over her hair, the bottom almost touching her knees. She sniffles again, and Beatrice points at the toilet. Confused, but willing to go along with almost anything Beatrice wants right now, Scarlet hops onto the large toilet, cringing as she realizes it's a struggle just to get on the toilet that was built for her larger body. Dreadfully embarrassed, she sits naked on her toilet as she dries her hair and body with her large towel. Her eyes widen a moment later as her bladder twinges, and she releases a stream a moment later into the toilet, whimpering in relief and embarrassment as Beatrice watches her. When was the last time I even used a toilet? Her lips tremble and she hides her face in her towel, nervously chewing on it. “That's what I was afraid of…” Scarlet pokes an eye out of the towel, staring up at Beatrice who has a hand to her lip, tapping away. “Afraid of what?” Beatrice grimaces, looking down at Scarlet. “I was afraid your bladder shrank with the rest of you.” Scarlet whimpers and hides her face back in her towel, hiding from the world. “It seems that I might be correct… Should I get Dr. Shaw here now? Scarlet nods slowly. “C-can you t-tell her w-what happened before she sees me? And the same for Fuentes?” Beatrice nods, and Scarlet hates herself for how scared and timid she sounds now with her higher voice. Beatrice steps out of the bathroom, and Scarlet can just hear the muffled conversation. Her lower lip trembles again as she realizes something. I… I can't stay here like this… I'll have to hide until they find a way to fix me… Scarlet sobs into her towel, draped around her like a blanket.
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Miri takes a bite of her second triple decker burger before laughing at something Sunny says, almost choking on her burger as she coughs. “S-Sunny shtop!” Miri swallows and laughs again. Sunny chuckles and puts the wrapper of her burger down. “Sorry, but not sorry!” Miri blushes as Sunny licks her plump lips, her tongue darting around her lips as Sunny cleans her lips of grease and ketchup. Miri feels a tingling in her crotch as Miri takes another large bite, moaning as the grease coats her mouth. She washes it down with a large sip of her Mac sized soda. “And then, Shields stayed in her office all morning.” Miri takes another bite of her burger. “She shaw a f-few people for a-appointmentsh b-but'sh had dem c-come to her o-office…” Miri grabs a greasy fry, shoveling her shake into her almost full mouth as she chews with her mouth open before finally swallowing. “I thought she was sick until she stepped out at noon, telling me to take a break but she seemed fine.” Sunny shrugs, carefully pushing her mountain of the fries closer to Miri’s side. “Eh, I bet she had a ton of work today. Hey, what are you doing Saturday? There's a new restaurant I want to try out, my treat!” Sunny looks so hopeful that Nova actually feels bad that she has plans, she cringes, wiping a bit of mayo from her lips, and slight sheen of sweat from her forehead. “I have my first game of soccer tomorrow at the park annnd…” And before that I have to grab the drive from the archives… Then I plan on running all day. Sunny’s smile drops, her eyes losing their sparkle. Miris heart suddenly aches, and she changes what she was going to say. “... what about after the game? You can borrow my car and pick me up!” I can always run after checking out this restaurant… And I can workout all Sunday. Sunny’s smile returns to her chubby face and Miri smiles back, more butterflies tumbling in her stomach. Miri takes another bite of burger, juices exploding in her mouth and dripping down her chin and throat. She hums in pleasure as she finishes her second burger, then starts really working on the fries and the rest of her chocolate shake with oreos and reeses, sweat starting to form under her armpits from the constant eating.
“That sounds great, Miri! I’ve heard great things about this place!” Miri nods, using her sticky hands to grab more of the fries, stuffing the greasy potatoes into her mouth. “Well I have to get back to work, want a refill of soda and another shake to go?” Miri smiles up at Sunny, her mouth full, and she nods. Sunny smiles and leaves, taking Miris almost empty Mac sized drink with her. Miri returns to the mountain of fries. It’s alright if I eat this, since I only have a week left here tops… And I'm working out so much tomorrow and Sunday. She moans as she shoves each salty treat into her mouth, the addicting salt rewarding her brain with a hit of dopamine with each fry. Sunny returns, placing a fresh 2 liter of soda with lite ice, and a 2 liter chocolate shake with whip cream, oreos, and reeses. Miri nods happily, letting out a little sound of pleasure as Sunny places a greasy hand on Miri’s white denim jacket. “I’m cooking tonight, so save some room.” Miri blushes at Sunny’s warm hand on her shoulder, that sends a bolt of arousal straight down to her crotch. Miri nervously chews, her face flushing red. Why is she affecting me so much? “W-Will do! Shee y-you tonight'sh Shunny!” Sunny smiles and her fat hands grip Miri’s muscular shoulder harder before letting go, leaving a grease stain on her jacket. Miri watches Sunny’s fat ass walk away, each step making her entire body jiggle then turns back to the remaining fries. Dinners in… 6 hours… Plenty of time to digest before the gym and dinner. Nodding happily to herself, Miri drinks the cold soda, then returns to the fries, once again using them as shovels to direct the shake into her mouth. Miri has sweat pouring down her face and sides by the time she’s done with the mountain of fries, her stomach bulging painfully against her black dress, the olive skin of her belly obvious through the stretched fabric. She uses a towel to wipe sweat from her brow, grimacing when she feels the sweat running down her armpits. Why did they turn the heat on in here? Shrugging, Miri stands, groaning as she does so. She grabs the tray and brings it to the trash, smiling as she finds a stray fry hiding behind Sunny’s burger wrapper. Returning to her table, she grabs her soda and chocolate shake, happily drinking from her soda as she walks to her desk, her tiny belly leading the way.
Miri grunts as she sits back down at her dirty desk, her tiny belly taut with thousands and thousands of calories. Empty soda cans, and the remains of several different types of snacks litter the top of her desk. Miri discreetly rubs her belly as she moans, taking another spoonful of the delicious shake. “Sho g-good.” She mutters to herself. After next week, it's back to healthy foods for me, so I can enjoy it while it lasts. Miri quickly eats the remainder of her shake, which alone has more than 2,000 calories, almost half of her old daily allotment. She leans her head back, making sure she gets as much of the remaining treat as she can, the shake dripping onto her lips and mouth. That will surely give me the energy I need tonight. Smiling, Miri drops the empty shake below her desk, missing the trash. She sighs as she opens her wrist computer, squinting at the work awaiting her. Her stomach aches from all the food she’s been stuffing in it. Miri wrinkles her nose and furrows her brow as her stomach gurgles. “BRRRPPphh!” Miri blushes as the loud burp escapes her mouth, and as she waves the greasy, salty smell away, she lets out a small fart, surprising her. Miri’s face turns an even brighter shade of red as she lets out another small fart. Oh god… She sits still, waiting for another embarrassing bodily function to happen, then sighs in relief as her stomach stops gurgling, the pressure in her gut fading away. “Thank god…” She mumbles, then takes another sip of soda to wash the taste of her burp away, trying to ignore the smell of her fart.
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Scarlet Warden sits on a wooden chair in her kitchen, her skinny and undefined legs dangling inches from the ground, her small ass uncomfortable on the hard wood of the seat. Scarlet whimpers as Dr. Shaw takes a cold testing strip off her chest. Dr. Shaw makes a concerned sound as she steps back, her eyes emotional yet professional. “D-did you f-find anything?” Scarlet's high pitched voice rings out and she cringes, her lip trembling. Dr. Shaw, towering above Scarlet, ignores Scarlet for a moment, looking at Fuentes who sits at the kitchen table, and Beatrice who stands concerned next to Scarlet. She looks back and smiles at Scarlet, her smile not reaching her wrinkled eyes. “Let's start with what we know okay?” Scarlet hates the soft voice she hears, the placating tones. She crosses her arms and pouts. “I’m not a child Dr. Shaw, I'm a thirty six year old woman!” Her voice becomes more shrill as she screams. Beatrice grabs Scarlett's arm gently. “Apologize Scarlet! Dr. Shaw is just as concerned as you are!” Scarlet cringes at Beatrice's tone, and looks sadly at the floor, unable to look up at Dr. Shaw, or anyone in the room. “I’m sorry Dr. Shaw, but…” Beatrice interjects. “An apology isnt an apology with a ‘but’ in it, Scarlet.” Scarlet’s cheeks and ears flush red and she bites her lips, trying not to cry again as she nods. “I’m sorry Dr. Shaw.” “That's alright Scarlet, emotions are high, it's to be expected.” Scarlet nods sadly, still refusing to look up from the floor. “From our last test a few days ago, you stood at six foot nine inches, and weighed 230 lbs.” Scarlet nods, chewing hard on her lower lip, her hands playing with the towel wrapped around her like a blanket. I wish they would hurry up and find me some clothes… Shaw takes a deep breath, staring seriously at Scarlet, who stares at the ground. “Now you stand at four foot nine inches, and weigh in at 80 pounds, slightly underweight for your height.” Scarlets lip quivers, and red hot tears fall down her face, but she doesn't cry, not yet. I weigh less than what I used to bicep curl… Scarlet sniffles, and wipes away her hot tears, nodding, finally looking up at Dr. Shaw. “W-what else?” “According to my tests, you are no longer a thirty six year old woman… but maybe twenty years old…” Maybe twenty? I was already six fucking two” at sixteen! This body is more like a teens… “...and your DNA is completely different somehow.” Scarlet gasps, surprised as she is ripped from her spiraling anger. WHAT! “...From fingerprints to dental records, even your blood type is different from your last test... If I didn’t know you were Scarlet Warden … none of my tests would indicate you are truly her.” Scarlet Warden takes deep shuddering breaths, her mind racing as she begins to truly panic, for comfort she grabs onto Beatrice's hand and her powers with her mind. The comforting red lightning builds around her, crackling in the room. Until Beatrice squeezesher hand tight. “Not now Scarlet!” Scarlet whimpers and lets go of her powers, holding on to Beatrice's hand even tighter. “D-d-did you f-find a way to fix this?” Scarlet's voice is whiny and pathetic, even to her own ears. Dr. Shaw shakes her head and tears instantly spring behind Scalets eyes, hot tears dripping down her cheeks. “Not yet Scarlet, but with some time, I know I will. I’ve already found trace amounts of Fixers nanobots, and have secured a sample from you with the last blood draw. Scarlet nods, her tears falling down her face again as she chews nervously on the ends of her hair. Scarlet stares at Fuentes, her hand still gripping tight around Beatrice's larger hand. “I.. I can’t be seen l-like t-this h-here…” Fuentes grimaces, unable to look the shrunken Scarlet in the eyes. “We can get you to a safe house until Dr. Shaw finds a cure for you.” Scarlet nods eagerly. Anything but staying here.
“Beatrice has volunteered to stay with you in the safe house…” Scarlet doesn't hear the rest of what Fuentes says, as her bladder expands rapidly and Scarlet grunts in pain. “I have to pee!” She jumps off the wooden chair, stumbling as she lands awkwardly. Her bladder releases and she whimpers as her warm pee coats her legs once again, dripping down to the floor and making a large puddle. She wraps her towel around her face in shame as she starts to cry. She sobs into her towel, wishing she could just disappear as strong arms wrap around her in a crushing hug. Beatrice whispers soothingly into Scarlet's ear through the towel, and Scarlet slowly stops sobbing, her whole body weak as Beatrice leads her to the bathroom to clean up in the shower. Again.
When Scarlet returns to the meeting several minutes later, she keeps her eyes averted, not making eye contact with anyone. Fuentes continues as if nothing happened, like Scarlet hadn’t just had an accident in front of everyone and had to shower. The accident is already cleaned up, and Scarlet feels relief at that fact. She clambers back onto the chair, her damp towel wrapped around her, as Fuentes speaks. “Beatrice will stay with you at the safehouse, which is an apartment downtown. It’s not on any of our records, or anyone else's, so we doubt Fixer will be able to find it from us. It’s one of Beatrice’s sisters' apartments that she rents out. So no attachment to us. The information won’t leave this room, so no one but us will know where you are, everyone else will believe you are following a lead in San Fran, which is what we can leak out.” Scarlet nods, chewing on the ends of her hair again, squirming as her skinny butt is pressed against the cold wood. Everyone stares at Scarlet as she finishes squirming. Scarlet looks at everyone, then blushes and nods. “O-okay. T-that works.” Living alone with Beatrice won't be the worst… She’s the only one I truly get along with here anyway… Scarlet grimaces at her shrunken body, feeling cold in the room, even though she knows the heat is set to what she always used to find comfortable. I can’t just hide away hoping things change here… “I-is there anyway I could still try to hurt the Fixer or Prododine? Maybe go undercover? Like Nova?” Anything to try to undo this. Fuentes taps her cheek, clearly thinking. “Maybe, I already have the beginning of an idea…” Fuentes smiles down at Scarlet, making Scarlet smile softly. “How about we get you and Beatrice settled into the safe house, and I can contact you with what I can come up with.” Scarlet nods, feeling slightly more settled with the idea she won't just be in permanent hiding.
“What will my n-name be? Obviously I can’t go around calling myself Scarlet Warden.” Fuentes and Beatrice look at eachother, and Scarlet frowns, gnawing on her lip. Fuentes looks back at Scarlet, and Scarlet swears she hears Beatrice mutter “Piper Perri...” Wrinkling her nose in confusion as she looks up at Beatrice, Fuentes speaks before she can ask Beatrice to repeat herself. “How about we keep it simple so we don’t have to go crazy with new documents. We can use your real name Scarlet.” Scarlet grimaces and shakes her head. “Rosalina? Fixer already knows that… Somehow.” Fuentes shrugs. “There's millions of Rosalina’s, I doubt it would make much difference. We can just change your last name.” Scarlet shrugs, giving up the argument. I guess it won't be a big deal… Scarlet chews her lip. “I guess that's everything for now… Beatrice, can you get some clothes and other things ready for me?” Beatrice nods, quickly going through her computer, getting things set up. Fuentes and Shaw look at each other and nod. “I'll get the new documents sent to you right away Scarlet.” Scarlet nods absently, chewing on her lip as she thinks about ways to get back at Prododine and The Fixer as the two women leave. Scarlet doesn't even realize that Fuentes and Shaw never once saluted her as they leave.
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Nova Ranger groans as she kicks her heels off in the doorway, the smell of the apartment making her wrinkle her nose. Ugh did Sunny smoke in here again? She walks barefooted across the sticky floor, throwing her purse on the floor by the hallway. Sunny looks up from the couch, a fork halfway to her face. “Wow you look beat Miri! Shields just let you go?” Miri grumbles as she takes her white denim jacket off, throwing it by her purse on the floor. “Yeah… And I really wanted to go to the gym too…” Miri shrugs angrily. I just got home and it’s already 9:30 pm, and I'm exhausted… And hungry… She yawns loudly as she drags herself to her room, kicking her purse and jacket along the floor in front of her, too tired to pick them up. She kicks them both into the growing pile of dirty clothes and pulls her black dress off, revealing her taut arched belly to the room. She moans as she pokes her tight belly. This is going to take weeks to work off. Tearing her eyes from her belly she heads to her dresser, and pulls out a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. She throws the T-shirt on, glad it hides her belly, then pulls her yoga pants on. The material stretches tight around her belly as she pulls it to her belly, then she grunts as she pulls it up the last inch. She grimaces at the tight feeling around her waist. Guess these don’t fit… Too lazy to change into something that does, Miri returns to the living room.
“Want some dinner? There's some left on the stove.” Miri smiles her thanks at Sunny and enters the kitchen, stepping past empty boxes and trash bags. No need to clean now that I'm leaving next week. She follows her nose to the stove, and stares in appreciation at the meal laid out. Several enchiladas covered in cheese cover an entire plate, and Miri eagerly grabs it and another soda out of the fridge, she walks back to the couch and sits down next to Sunny, feeling her pussy tingle as her muscular thigh pressed against Sunny’s own fat thigh. Miri smiles at her roomate. “Thanks again for the meals the past week, Sunny. When I get paid I’ll pay you back.” Fat Chance, I'll be long gone before payday! Sunny beams at Miri, her chubby cheeks turning red. “Don’t worry about it Miri, you've paid me back with rides!” Sunny turns back the TV, and Miri takes a bite of her meal, moaning in delight as she gets lost in the television. As Miri finishes her 4th beef enchilada, she yawns again, not even her soda able to keep her up as she sinks into the couch again, her stomach pleasantly full again. “Thanks Sunny, that hit the spot!” Sunny smiles as she brings her bowl to her lips, lighting it. She inhales and holds it, before letting it out. Huh that actually doesn't smell too bad now… “No problem Miri… Want some?” I kinda do… Last time was so euphoric… I felt like I had no stress at all. She sighs and shakes her head. “Maybe tomorrow… I'm pooped!” Sunny shrugs, her attention back on the television. Miri keeps stealing glances at Sunny, who breathes heavily through her nose as she watches the TV. Sunny’s double chin is noticeable, and the faint sheen of grease and dried sweat shows that she hasn’t showered yet. Miri bites her lips and clenches her thighs as Sunny scratches her belly, then pulls her too small t-shirt down, before it rises back up revealing her large belly that almost rests on her fat thighs. I want to put my face in between her thighs and make her scream! Miri blushes and whimpers imagining doing just that. No! I need to leave and go back to fucking the hottest women around. “What was that Miri?” Miri stares at Sunny, afraid she just said that out loud. “Huh?” Sunny turns and smiles at Miri, her cheeks dimpling as her plump lips raise. “Sorry, thought I heard you say something.” Miri blushes and shakes her head, her arousal building as Sunny smiles at her. “N-no, but I think I'll go to bed now.” Sunny smiles and pats Miri’s thigh, making Miri flush harder. “G’night Miri.” “Goodnight Sunny…” Miri groans as she stands, her taut belly gurgling as it digests her massive meal. She passes the bathroom. I can shower and brush my teeth tomorrow… She sighs explosively as she lays down on her dirty sheets, her sweaty and greasy cheek pressed against her dirty pillow case. As she ate on the couch, she had sweated through her clean shirt, making her light gray shirt look black in areas. More than she used to sweat during a marathon. Miri groans and rolls over, letting out a small fart. She blushes, as her breathing steadies, and she falls into a deep sleep. She starts snoring loudly a few minutes later, her hand absently pulling the waistband of her yoga pants down, letting her gurgling belly free.
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“So…” Fuentes crosses her legs as she stares at Scarlet across her desks. “Fixer claims that these photos are of Steel Ox and Moon Raven? And you believe her?” Scarlet Warden nods, back in Judgment Square, safe in her office. Fuentes raises an eyebrow, and Dr. Shaw remains quiet. “And you say that she was taller and more muscular than just two days ago?” Scarlet nods again, chewing her lower lip, her hands nervously playing with her suit beneath the desk. At least I'm in dry underwear again… Scarlet represses a shudder. Remembering her shameful retreat after Fixer beat her earlier today. Her underwear was so full of pee that it was leaking as she flew, her crotch armor cradled in her arm, as she didn’t want it rubbing against her crotch. She cried the whole flight back, huge wracking sobs that made it hurt to breathe and hard to see. Scarlet had to cool down on the roof for almost an hour before she worked up the courage to go inside, and tell a slightly different version of what happened to her to Fuentes, Beatrice, and Shaw. Scarlet feels the familiar panic rise in her stomach as she remembers the nanobots crawling around inside of her, she imagines she can almost feel them changing her, and she shudders. “... and then she left after you destroyed a few of her robots?” Scarlet nods again, her cheeks heating as she agrees with her lie again. No need to tell them she beat me easily, then held me down like a child as she injected more nanobots into me. I can’t believe fucking ‘Jane’ had infected us… Scarlet gnaws her trembling bottom lip. “I see.” Fuentes nods and types on her wrist computer. “In other news Scarlet, Nova messaged me during your fight with The Fixer. I think Nova was panicking about something, because she wanted out of her assignment… I convinced her to stay another week, to at least retrieve the drive tomorrow. Nova agreed, but I think if we don’t find anything by Wednesday, we will pull her out.” Nova? Panicked? I wonder why? I would switch places with her in an instant…. Probably from being poor, Nova does love her money. Scarlet chuckles, amazed she can still laugh after the day she had. “She probably hates the fact she can’t buy everything she wants, and that she actually has to work a full day.” Fuentes smiles and Dr. Shaw chuckles.
Scarlet smiles slightly, crossing her legs. “And you let her know what The Fixer told me, about the nanobots that ‘Jane’ may have infected us with?” Fuentes nods, smiling brightly at Scarlet as she lies to the superhero. “Of course I did.” Scarlet nods at Fuentes as the door opens and Scarlet finds herself smiling largely at Beatrice as she brings them all decaf coffees. Beatrice places down Scarlet's milk white ‘coffee’, then places two black coffees for Fuentes and Shaw. Scarlet wrinkles her nose at the bitter, overpowering smell from the other two drinks. Scarlet takes a sip of her milk as Beatrice leaves before continuing. “Well. She can leave after we go through all the data and see if there's a connection to Prododine and The Fixer.” Scarlets bladder twinges painfully and she squeezes her legs against the padding of her underwear. Not now! Her bladder aches, close to bursting. She gnaws her lips and blushes, trying not to act like she’s about to pee herself in front of the two women. This meeting needs to end! Dr. Shaw places her cup on the desk, crossing her legs. “And Fixer claimed these ‘nanobots’ are what's changing you? That she infected you during meetings here? Then injected more into you during your first fight with her?” Scarlet nods, holding back a groan of pain as the pressure on her bladder increases rapidly. Hurry up! Shaw shrugs. “I've found absolutely no proof of that in your test, But I guess I can run the test again. Come by tomorrow and we can start.” Scarlit grits her teeth. “Would you even know what to look for Dr. Shaw?” Shaw smiles sharply, her eyes piercing into Scarlets as her lips press into thin lines. “Now that I know what to look for? I’ll be honest with you, Maybe I can. This is a completely unknown technology to us, Ma’am.” Scarlet nods sharply, conceding the point, then widens her eyes in panic as her bladder releases. I’m peeing! Dr. Shaw looks at Fuentes and they begin a small conversation as Scarlet floods her padded underwear. Scarlet blushes a deep red and gnaws her lip, shifting her legs, almost whimpering in pleasure and embarrassment as she pees herself in front of two people. She can just hear the small hiss as her pee escapes her bladder. I’m… peeing in front of people…And they don’t notice… The electric tingling she’s growing so used to fills her body and she stifles a moan of pleasure as her underwear swells around her, pressing wet warm padding harder against her crotch. Scarlet presses her hand against her crotch as she feels warmth spread outward from her underwear. Her peeing finally stops, and she slowly feels her blush fade as the electric tingling retreats from her body, remaining only on her clit now. “... isn’t that right, Scarlet?” Scarlet stares at Fuentes, mortified, furrowing her brow as she realizes she missed an entire conversation as she pissed herself in front of them. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Did they not notice me peeing myself right in front of them? A tiny thrill of the forbidden pleasure shoots up her spine, making her tingle all over and feel butterflies in her stomach.
“I said…” Scarlet blushes and focuses back on Fuentes, a hand still pressing against her crotch, under the desk, hidden from view. The tingling flows through her body as Fuentes continues, Scarlet's arousal climbing to new heights as her hand presses harder against her crotch, pushing her wet underwear harder against her. “ That we need to encourage Nova to stick with her assignment, I think there's some good data we can find in Prododines abandoned Nano technology. Even if the company itself has no connection to Fixer, Fixer likely has a connection to Prododine.” Scarlet nods absently, enjoying the spreading warmth of her underwear, almost like the warmth is spreading to her entire body, keeping her nice and cozy. Secure even. Scarlet pushes harder on her crotch and rubs slowly, pressing the warm wet padding against her clit. Scarlet barely listens to Fuentes as arousal builds in her entire body, a growing storm driving out rational thought. “Uhhh. That sounds good. Keep at it.” She chews her lower lip, her unfocused gaze looking over Fuentes and Shaw. “That's it for today, um, bye.” Fuentes and Shaw stand, showing no emotion, executing salutes they spin on their heels as Scarlet's body burns with arousal. As soon as the door closes behind the two, Scarlet locks the door from her desk and moans, rubbing harder on her crotch. “Uhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmm.” She rubs harder and harder, moaning as her wet padding crinkles under her hand. This is… wrong? RIght?
The warm crinkling underwear presses harder against her swollen clit, the electric tingling feeling like an electrical storm. She bites her palm as she moans again, then screams into her hand as the most intense orgasm of her life shoots through her like a lightning bolt. Bolt after bolt of pleasure radiates from her padded pussy. And she moans as her pussy juices are absorbed by her wet underwear. She keeps rubbing her crotch, slowly stopping as the warmth retreats from her body, back into her diaper. As her arousal retreats, Scarlet shivers in disgust at what she just did, though a larger part of her is completely satisfied. “I… I just came in my wet diapers…” Tears gather in her eyes and she throws herself face down on her desk, crying and screaming as she has another meltdown at what she just did. Her muscular arms and legs flail as she cries, sobbing and sniffling into her arms. “I h-h-hate the fucking Fixer. Fixer ruins everything!” She sniffles, finally picking herself back up. She crosses her arms and frowns as she lets out a large yawn. “I'm done! I'm going to bed!” This day sucks! Nodding to herself, Scarlet stands, feeling smaller after peeing in front of Shaw and Fuentes, then cumming in her wet underwear right after. Scarlet's body heats up with each step, as each step causes her arousal to build, trying to ignore the wonderful warmth radiating from her crotch. She stops in front of the mirror right before opening her office door, and tilts her head. “Something seems off…” Her golden suit seems like it's a little baggier, not as skin tight as before. Her breastplate sits strangely on her breasts, and her crotch plate is pushed out by her swollen underwear. Her crotch is the only place the suit is still tight against her. Scarlet stares, confused, then shrugs her muscular shoulders. “I'm so tired I'm imagining things.” Scarlet starts to sweat as she walks past Beatrice, Scarlet waves, feeling strange, almost like she has a fever. “Going to bed Beatrice, see you tomorrow.” Beatrice looks up, confused. “Already? It's only four pm Scarlet…” Scarlet stops, surprised, her mind feeling slow. Turning back to Beatrice she frowns. “Really? It feels so much later…” Scarlet shrugs, her shoulders feeling looser in her suit. “Ummm. Alright Scarlet, I'll just get a bit more work done before heading home… Let me know if you need anything… Are you feeling alright? You look a little red.” Scarlet nods and yawns again. “Just a little tired Beatrice.” Beatrice slowly nods as Scarlet turns away, returning to her room.
As Scarlet returns to her room she locks the door behind her, yawning into her strong hands. Shrugging out of her armor, she drops the heavy breastplate and crotch piece to the ground, then unzips her suit. She stares, her confusion growing as the large suit falls off her shoulders to the floor, revealing her sweaty muscular body. “Huh?” She takes a step, confused when her feet come out of her tied boots. Her heart starts racing, tears building in her eyes as she watches the furniture grow around her. She gasps as her wet underwear falls to the ground around her. She lets out a scream, finally realizing what's happening as she remembers Fixer's injection “No! No!!!!” Her wrist computer falls off her wrist as her arms rapidly shrink. Scarlet screams as she bends over, picking up her wrist computer, she runs to her mirror in the gym. She calls the only person she can think of for help, Beatrice. “B-beatrice! I-I need help!” Beatrice's eyes widen and she stands. “On my way!” The call ends and Scarlet Whimpers as she watches her body in the mirror, sweat running down her as the heat grows, and she feels creaking and snapping in her bones. Her large gray sports bra is covered in sweat as Scarlet gasps. Scarlet must only stand 6 '5'' now, already 4 inches smaller then only moments again. Her lower lip trembles as her muscles shrink, a lifetime of hard work starting to disappear before her gray eyes. She whimpers, her vision becoming blurry as tears spring into her eyes. She angrily wipes them away, watching her broad, golden toned shoulders shrink as her body continues to shrink in front of her eyes. “No! No! I don't wanna be small!” Scarlet continues to shrink, and she cries out as her bones burn and snap, shrinking in on themselves rapidly. Her neck feels like it's on fire, her vocal chords shrinking rapidly. Scarlet hears Beatrice slam the door open, running into the gym, then stopping short. “Scarlet? Wha-” “I'm fucking shrinking!” Scarlet screams, embarrassed by her shrill, high pitched voice. Scarlet yelps and brings a hand to her throat, feeling the heat still radiating from it. She whimpers as Beatrice steps behind her, her hazel eyes wide and her mouth open. By now, Scarlet is the same height as Beatrice, five foot ten. Scarlet whimpers as the cracking increases as her whole body heats up, and her legs feel unsteady as her muscle burns away. Minutes ago she looked like a golden amazon goddess, covered in thick muscles with an hourglass figure. Now she looks like a normal woman, who maybe occasionally works out. Her large bra falls off her body, finally leaving her completely naked. Her large, DD sized breasts seem to remain the same size as she shrinks, looking even larger on her body as she shrinks.
Scarlet whimpers and flexes her muscles, screaming in rage as her muscles barely flex in the mirror, her definition disappearing by the second. The fire in her bones and skin continues and Scarlet wails as she shrinks below Beatrice’s eyes. Scarlet grabs her scarlet hair and pulls, screaming in rage and fear, the pain helping to steady her as she stomps her feet on the ground. Scarlet gasps as Beatrice grabs her hands, peeling her grip off her hair. “That's enough of that Scarlet! Are you a superhero? Or a little child?” Scarlet gasps at Beatrice in the mirror, as the secretary easily peels Scarlet's hands off her hair. Scarlet pouts at Beatrice's reflection, enraged. “I’m a superhero!” Her high pitched voice cracks and she snaps her mouth shut, embarrassed and terrified. How dare she say that! “That's right! Your Scarlet Warden. Stop throwing a tantrum and focus!” Scarlet blushes, her whole body trembling as Beatrice scolds her. Nodding slightly, Scarlet looks back at her reflection as Beatrice releases her hands. Scarlet rubs her hands as she watches herself shrink further and further, the last of her muscular physique disappearing as she whimpers. No… She shrinks to just above Beatrice's large breasts, the top of her head even with Beatrice's shoulders. The burning and cracking stops in her bones, and Scarlet takes a deep, shuddering breath, hoping whatever is causing this is done, then wails again as the burning starts in her breasts. As Scarlet had shrunken, her breasts had stayed the same size, looking larger and larger on her smaller frame. Scarlet had hoped nothing would happen to her breasts, but now they start shrinking in her hands as she grabs them.
Scarlet openly sobs as her breasts shrink and shrink, from melon sized DD that Scarlet couldn't even fit in her hands, to the size of a pear, then finally to small perky breasts, that her smaller hands easily hide. Scarlet wails in the gym, her whole body shaking as tears run down her cheeks. They're smaller than Nova’s now! Even smaller than Ravens. Scarlet whimpers, letting go of her tiny chest and looks at herself in the mirror. Tears roll down her cheeks at what she sees, as Beatrice stares down at her in open confusion, wringing her hands like she has no idea what to do. Scarlet’s scarlet hair has seemingly grown as she shrank, or maybe it just stayed the same. Her hair is down to her small shoulders now, and tickles her when she moves. Her tiny, narrow shoulders have lost all muscle, definition, and their broadness. Her collar and shoulder bones poke out beneath her skin. Her sternum is pronounced and easy to see as well. “She took all my muscles!” Scarlet wails again in her high pitched shrill voice as she averts her eyes from her small breasts, down past her ribs that poke out, making it easy to count each and every one. Scarlet looks at her belly with her tear filled eyes, unwilling to comprehend what she's seeing. She wipes her tears with her smaller hand again, and her lips tremble as she looks at her belly and waist. Her washboard abs are completely gone, leaving a flat belly behind with no definition to speak of. As she breathes, she sees the slightest bit of jiggle and she cringes. Scarlet's upside down triangle body is gone. Her muscular shoulders are now tiny and narrow, her waist barely feminine, almost androgynous with a lack of curves. Her hips are small and narrow as well,making her almost as flat as a board. Scarlet sobs out as she realizes she barely has any curves on her petite body. Taking a shuddering breath, she looks further down, past her scarlet pubic hair and clammy pussy, still wet from peeing herself earlier. Her eyes track to her once muscular legs, able to propel her rapidly through the streets. Her legs are so skinny now, that her once miniscule thigh gap appears much larger as she stands trembling. I could fit my fist through my gap now… They almost appear to be stick thin, but her legs have a small layer of fat on them, making them look slightly larger. Her ass is much smaller and less firm, looking petite on her already newly petite body. Scarlet whimpers as she pushes her finger into her thigh. Instead of bouncing off iron muscles like she’s used to, her finger presses almost to her first finger joint in fat. She whimpers, pulling her finger back, and stares at her small hands.
Once muscular and large, they are now small and dainty. Small scars still dot her hands, but they seem faded, not as pronounced. She flips her hands over, staring at her palms and cringes when she sees her calluses are gone, her hands and fingers now incredibly soft and smooth. She looks back at her arms in the mirror, and instinctively tries to flex her arms. She cries out, as the muscle under her skin doesn't even noticeably move in the mirror, her skinny arms remaining soft in the mirror. Whimpering, she looks back at her face, finally facing what she dreads most. Her lips tremble as she looks at her new face. Only minutes ago, Scarlet had a strong heroic face, with high cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. Her aristocratic nose stood far out, almost slightly too large for her face. Her gray eyes were piercing and serious, whose glare could reduce world leaders to cowering messes. Now... Scarlet sniffles again, on the urge of breaking into tears again. Her gray eyes look soft and doe-like with large eyelashes, that wouldn’t intimidate a mouse. Her golden skin is slightly paler now, the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth gone. Her eyebrows are less refined, less strong, looking thinner on her already soft face. Scarlet’s nose has shrunk, making her face look even younger. Her high cheekbones are now softer, giving her face a slightly more rounded and younger appearance. Her thin lips appear puffier and wider on her face, her mouth seemingly having not shrinking as much as the rest of her. Scarlet grimaces, and realizes her perfect teeth seem misaligned now, a small gap between her front teeth. Her jaw and chin is weaker too she realizes, not even close to heroic or square. More pointed and rounded. Scarlet touches her face, surprised at how much softer it is all over. Her eyes flood with tears, and her whole body shakes as she realizes her new, petite body is so skinny and small, that she could fit her whole body through the leg hole of her uniform. “S-she toooooooooookkkkk fuccckkiiiinngggg everythinnnnnngggggg!” Scarlet screams, dropping onto the floor on her stomach as she pounds her smaller fists and feet against the ground. Sobbing and screaming, Scarlet flails on the ground. Her bladder twinges as she flails and she freezes, then cries louder as her bladder releases before she can even stand. “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” She sobs into the floor as her bladder releases, soaking the floor with a torrent of pee. The electric tingling spreads through her body, but she’s so upset she can’t even begin to enjoy it.
“That is enough!” Scarlet whimpers as Beatrice grabs her arms and easily lifts her off the floor, urine dripping down her legs. With Beatrice holding Scarlet's up, Scarlet cries harder as she realizes Beatrice's hands easily wrap around her skinny forearms, the fingers of Beatrice hands easily meeting around her thin arms. Scarlet squirms in Beatrice's iron grip, her feet barely touching the ground. “Are you a child? Or are you Scarlet Warden?” Beatrice's scolding tone finally starts to pierce through Scarlet's raging self pity and anger. Scarlet sniffles, then takes a shuddering breath as she tries to get her raging emotions under control. After several deep shuddering breaths, she finally nods and whispers. “I-I’m Scarlet W-Warden.” Beatrice nods, and slowly lets go of Scarlet's wrist. Scarlet blinks as she experiences a wave of vertigo, everything seeming out of proportion in her mind as she stands unsteadily on her feet, rubbing her sore arm. Everything that she once looked down on is now above her head… I'm so tiny… Scarlet blushes as her heart flutters, staring straight at Beatrice's breasts, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away as she realizes her eye line is inches below Beatrice’s nipples. Scarlet squirms her legs and chews on her lower lip. Beatrice nods sharply. “That's better. Come along, let's get you cleaned up now that whatever happened seems to have stopped.” Scarlet nods, willing to go along with whatever Beatrice says right now, her emotions too raw to say no. Beatrice offers her hand, and Scarlet takes it, welcoming the heat and strength that seems to pour from Beatrice's large hand. Beatrice starts to walk towards the bathroom, but stops when Scarlet almost falls over. Blushing, Scarlet stares at the floor, tears building. “S-sorry… I feel so uncoordinated.” Scarlet cringes at her shrill voice. “That's alright Scarlet, take your time.” Scarlet takes a deep breath, then follows along with Beatrice, almost falling several times, her stride so much different from only a minute ago. As they walk slowly through Scarlet's room, Scarlet stares in open mouth amazement at how tall everything appears. What was once up to her waist, is now up to her jaw. Her lip temples as she realizes how much she shrank. “B-Beatrice?” Beatrice looks down at Scarlet, her eyes concerned as she rubs Scarlet's hand comfortingly.``H-how much do you think I shrank?” Beatrice grimaces then looks around before staring seriously back at Scarlet. “I think you lost almost two feet Scarlet.”
Scarlet whimpers and nods as she walks, her smaller feet making almost no noise on the wooden floors. “I’m… I’m probably like, Five foot three now aren't I.” Beatrice nods sadly. “I-I don’t even know how much I weigh now.” I'm so skinny now…With no muscle or fat to speak of. Beatrice nods again, and Scarlet cringes, unable to get used to her new voice. “Dr. Shaw will be able to tell you everything once we talk to her.” Scarlet snarls, instinctively trying to pull her hand free. Beatrice tightens her grip, and Scarlet whimpers. How can I Hunt the fucking Fixer if I can’t pull my hand away from Beatrice? Scarlet gasps as she thinks of something horrible. Do I even have my powers still? She reaches for her powers, and sighs in relief when the red lightning crackles around her. At least I still have that… Scarlet feels her eyes tear up again, and she’s almost sobbing again as Beatrice turns Scarlet's shower on. Scarlet steps into the shower, sobbing as the hot water washes her sweat, tears, and dry urine away. She washes herself, cringing as she realizes how soft her body is, feeling silky smooth beneath her hands. “You okay Scarlet?” Beatrice asks softly, just loud enough to hear over Scarlets crying and the running water. Scarlet shakes her head hard, splashing water all over the shower. “N-no Beatrice… Nothings okay.” Beatrice nods and steps back, Scarlet doesn't even question that she remains in the bathroom with her. Scarlet sighs and shuts the water off, knowing she can’t stay hidden in the shower forever. She blushes as she realizes she has to reach up for the handles. She steps out of the shower, and Beatrice hands her a towel. Only half an hour ago, the towel would barely have covered her breasts and her crotch at the same time. Now, it drapes around her as she places it over her hair, the bottom almost touching her knees. She sniffles again, and Beatrice points at the toilet. Confused, but willing to go along with almost anything Beatrice wants right now, Scarlet hops onto the large toilet, cringing as she realizes it's a struggle just to get on the toilet that was built for her larger body. Dreadfully embarrassed, she sits naked on her toilet as she dries her hair and body with her large towel. Her eyes widen a moment later as her bladder twinges, and she releases a stream a moment later into the toilet, whimpering in relief and embarrassment as Beatrice watches her. When was the last time I even used a toilet? Her lips tremble and she hides her face in her towel, nervously chewing on it. “That's what I was afraid of…” Scarlet pokes an eye out of the towel, staring up at Beatrice who has a hand to her lip, tapping away. “Afraid of what?” Beatrice grimaces, looking down at Scarlet. “I was afraid your bladder shrank with the rest of you.” Scarlet whimpers and hides her face back in her towel, hiding from the world. “It seems that I might be correct… Should I get Dr. Shaw here now? Scarlet nods slowly. “C-can you t-tell her w-what happened before she sees me? And the same for Fuentes?” Beatrice nods, and Scarlet hates herself for how scared and timid she sounds now with her higher voice. Beatrice steps out of the bathroom, and Scarlet can just hear the muffled conversation. Her lower lip trembles again as she realizes something. I… I can't stay here like this… I'll have to hide until they find a way to fix me… Scarlet sobs into her towel, draped around her like a blanket.
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Miri takes a bite of her second triple decker burger before laughing at something Sunny says, almost choking on her burger as she coughs. “S-Sunny shtop!” Miri swallows and laughs again. Sunny chuckles and puts the wrapper of her burger down. “Sorry, but not sorry!” Miri blushes as Sunny licks her plump lips, her tongue darting around her lips as Sunny cleans her lips of grease and ketchup. Miri feels a tingling in her crotch as Miri takes another large bite, moaning as the grease coats her mouth. She washes it down with a large sip of her Mac sized soda. “And then, Shields stayed in her office all morning.” Miri takes another bite of her burger. “She shaw a f-few people for a-appointmentsh b-but'sh had dem c-come to her o-office…” Miri grabs a greasy fry, shoveling her shake into her almost full mouth as she chews with her mouth open before finally swallowing. “I thought she was sick until she stepped out at noon, telling me to take a break but she seemed fine.” Sunny shrugs, carefully pushing her mountain of the fries closer to Miri’s side. “Eh, I bet she had a ton of work today. Hey, what are you doing Saturday? There's a new restaurant I want to try out, my treat!” Sunny looks so hopeful that Nova actually feels bad that she has plans, she cringes, wiping a bit of mayo from her lips, and slight sheen of sweat from her forehead. “I have my first game of soccer tomorrow at the park annnd…” And before that I have to grab the drive from the archives… Then I plan on running all day. Sunny’s smile drops, her eyes losing their sparkle. Miris heart suddenly aches, and she changes what she was going to say. “... what about after the game? You can borrow my car and pick me up!” I can always run after checking out this restaurant… And I can workout all Sunday. Sunny’s smile returns to her chubby face and Miri smiles back, more butterflies tumbling in her stomach. Miri takes another bite of burger, juices exploding in her mouth and dripping down her chin and throat. She hums in pleasure as she finishes her second burger, then starts really working on the fries and the rest of her chocolate shake with oreos and reeses, sweat starting to form under her armpits from the constant eating.
“That sounds great, Miri! I’ve heard great things about this place!” Miri nods, using her sticky hands to grab more of the fries, stuffing the greasy potatoes into her mouth. “Well I have to get back to work, want a refill of soda and another shake to go?” Miri smiles up at Sunny, her mouth full, and she nods. Sunny smiles and leaves, taking Miris almost empty Mac sized drink with her. Miri returns to the mountain of fries. It’s alright if I eat this, since I only have a week left here tops… And I'm working out so much tomorrow and Sunday. She moans as she shoves each salty treat into her mouth, the addicting salt rewarding her brain with a hit of dopamine with each fry. Sunny returns, placing a fresh 2 liter of soda with lite ice, and a 2 liter chocolate shake with whip cream, oreos, and reeses. Miri nods happily, letting out a little sound of pleasure as Sunny places a greasy hand on Miri’s white denim jacket. “I’m cooking tonight, so save some room.” Miri blushes at Sunny’s warm hand on her shoulder, that sends a bolt of arousal straight down to her crotch. Miri nervously chews, her face flushing red. Why is she affecting me so much? “W-Will do! Shee y-you tonight'sh Shunny!” Sunny smiles and her fat hands grip Miri’s muscular shoulder harder before letting go, leaving a grease stain on her jacket. Miri watches Sunny’s fat ass walk away, each step making her entire body jiggle then turns back to the remaining fries. Dinners in… 6 hours… Plenty of time to digest before the gym and dinner. Nodding happily to herself, Miri drinks the cold soda, then returns to the fries, once again using them as shovels to direct the shake into her mouth. Miri has sweat pouring down her face and sides by the time she’s done with the mountain of fries, her stomach bulging painfully against her black dress, the olive skin of her belly obvious through the stretched fabric. She uses a towel to wipe sweat from her brow, grimacing when she feels the sweat running down her armpits. Why did they turn the heat on in here? Shrugging, Miri stands, groaning as she does so. She grabs the tray and brings it to the trash, smiling as she finds a stray fry hiding behind Sunny’s burger wrapper. Returning to her table, she grabs her soda and chocolate shake, happily drinking from her soda as she walks to her desk, her tiny belly leading the way.
Miri grunts as she sits back down at her dirty desk, her tiny belly taut with thousands and thousands of calories. Empty soda cans, and the remains of several different types of snacks litter the top of her desk. Miri discreetly rubs her belly as she moans, taking another spoonful of the delicious shake. “Sho g-good.” She mutters to herself. After next week, it's back to healthy foods for me, so I can enjoy it while it lasts. Miri quickly eats the remainder of her shake, which alone has more than 2,000 calories, almost half of her old daily allotment. She leans her head back, making sure she gets as much of the remaining treat as she can, the shake dripping onto her lips and mouth. That will surely give me the energy I need tonight. Smiling, Miri drops the empty shake below her desk, missing the trash. She sighs as she opens her wrist computer, squinting at the work awaiting her. Her stomach aches from all the food she’s been stuffing in it. Miri wrinkles her nose and furrows her brow as her stomach gurgles. “BRRRPPphh!” Miri blushes as the loud burp escapes her mouth, and as she waves the greasy, salty smell away, she lets out a small fart, surprising her. Miri’s face turns an even brighter shade of red as she lets out another small fart. Oh god… She sits still, waiting for another embarrassing bodily function to happen, then sighs in relief as her stomach stops gurgling, the pressure in her gut fading away. “Thank god…” She mumbles, then takes another sip of soda to wash the taste of her burp away, trying to ignore the smell of her fart.
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Scarlet Warden sits on a wooden chair in her kitchen, her skinny and undefined legs dangling inches from the ground, her small ass uncomfortable on the hard wood of the seat. Scarlet whimpers as Dr. Shaw takes a cold testing strip off her chest. Dr. Shaw makes a concerned sound as she steps back, her eyes emotional yet professional. “D-did you f-find anything?” Scarlet's high pitched voice rings out and she cringes, her lip trembling. Dr. Shaw, towering above Scarlet, ignores Scarlet for a moment, looking at Fuentes who sits at the kitchen table, and Beatrice who stands concerned next to Scarlet. She looks back and smiles at Scarlet, her smile not reaching her wrinkled eyes. “Let's start with what we know okay?” Scarlet hates the soft voice she hears, the placating tones. She crosses her arms and pouts. “I’m not a child Dr. Shaw, I'm a thirty six year old woman!” Her voice becomes more shrill as she screams. Beatrice grabs Scarlett's arm gently. “Apologize Scarlet! Dr. Shaw is just as concerned as you are!” Scarlet cringes at Beatrice's tone, and looks sadly at the floor, unable to look up at Dr. Shaw, or anyone in the room. “I’m sorry Dr. Shaw, but…” Beatrice interjects. “An apology isnt an apology with a ‘but’ in it, Scarlet.” Scarlet’s cheeks and ears flush red and she bites her lips, trying not to cry again as she nods. “I’m sorry Dr. Shaw.” “That's alright Scarlet, emotions are high, it's to be expected.” Scarlet nods sadly, still refusing to look up from the floor. “From our last test a few days ago, you stood at six foot nine inches, and weighed 230 lbs.” Scarlet nods, chewing hard on her lower lip, her hands playing with the towel wrapped around her like a blanket. I wish they would hurry up and find me some clothes… Shaw takes a deep breath, staring seriously at Scarlet, who stares at the ground. “Now you stand at four foot nine inches, and weigh in at 80 pounds, slightly underweight for your height.” Scarlets lip quivers, and red hot tears fall down her face, but she doesn't cry, not yet. I weigh less than what I used to bicep curl… Scarlet sniffles, and wipes away her hot tears, nodding, finally looking up at Dr. Shaw. “W-what else?” “According to my tests, you are no longer a thirty six year old woman… but maybe twenty years old…” Maybe twenty? I was already six fucking two” at sixteen! This body is more like a teens… “...and your DNA is completely different somehow.” Scarlet gasps, surprised as she is ripped from her spiraling anger. WHAT! “...From fingerprints to dental records, even your blood type is different from your last test... If I didn’t know you were Scarlet Warden … none of my tests would indicate you are truly her.” Scarlet Warden takes deep shuddering breaths, her mind racing as she begins to truly panic, for comfort she grabs onto Beatrice's hand and her powers with her mind. The comforting red lightning builds around her, crackling in the room. Until Beatrice squeezesher hand tight. “Not now Scarlet!” Scarlet whimpers and lets go of her powers, holding on to Beatrice's hand even tighter. “D-d-did you f-find a way to fix this?” Scarlet's voice is whiny and pathetic, even to her own ears. Dr. Shaw shakes her head and tears instantly spring behind Scalets eyes, hot tears dripping down her cheeks. “Not yet Scarlet, but with some time, I know I will. I’ve already found trace amounts of Fixers nanobots, and have secured a sample from you with the last blood draw. Scarlet nods, her tears falling down her face again as she chews nervously on the ends of her hair. Scarlet stares at Fuentes, her hand still gripping tight around Beatrice's larger hand. “I.. I can’t be seen l-like t-this h-here…” Fuentes grimaces, unable to look the shrunken Scarlet in the eyes. “We can get you to a safe house until Dr. Shaw finds a cure for you.” Scarlet nods eagerly. Anything but staying here.
“Beatrice has volunteered to stay with you in the safe house…” Scarlet doesn't hear the rest of what Fuentes says, as her bladder expands rapidly and Scarlet grunts in pain. “I have to pee!” She jumps off the wooden chair, stumbling as she lands awkwardly. Her bladder releases and she whimpers as her warm pee coats her legs once again, dripping down to the floor and making a large puddle. She wraps her towel around her face in shame as she starts to cry. She sobs into her towel, wishing she could just disappear as strong arms wrap around her in a crushing hug. Beatrice whispers soothingly into Scarlet's ear through the towel, and Scarlet slowly stops sobbing, her whole body weak as Beatrice leads her to the bathroom to clean up in the shower. Again.
When Scarlet returns to the meeting several minutes later, she keeps her eyes averted, not making eye contact with anyone. Fuentes continues as if nothing happened, like Scarlet hadn’t just had an accident in front of everyone and had to shower. The accident is already cleaned up, and Scarlet feels relief at that fact. She clambers back onto the chair, her damp towel wrapped around her, as Fuentes speaks. “Beatrice will stay with you at the safehouse, which is an apartment downtown. It’s not on any of our records, or anyone else's, so we doubt Fixer will be able to find it from us. It’s one of Beatrice’s sisters' apartments that she rents out. So no attachment to us. The information won’t leave this room, so no one but us will know where you are, everyone else will believe you are following a lead in San Fran, which is what we can leak out.” Scarlet nods, chewing on the ends of her hair again, squirming as her skinny butt is pressed against the cold wood. Everyone stares at Scarlet as she finishes squirming. Scarlet looks at everyone, then blushes and nods. “O-okay. T-that works.” Living alone with Beatrice won't be the worst… She’s the only one I truly get along with here anyway… Scarlet grimaces at her shrunken body, feeling cold in the room, even though she knows the heat is set to what she always used to find comfortable. I can’t just hide away hoping things change here… “I-is there anyway I could still try to hurt the Fixer or Prododine? Maybe go undercover? Like Nova?” Anything to try to undo this. Fuentes taps her cheek, clearly thinking. “Maybe, I already have the beginning of an idea…” Fuentes smiles down at Scarlet, making Scarlet smile softly. “How about we get you and Beatrice settled into the safe house, and I can contact you with what I can come up with.” Scarlet nods, feeling slightly more settled with the idea she won't just be in permanent hiding.
“What will my n-name be? Obviously I can’t go around calling myself Scarlet Warden.” Fuentes and Beatrice look at eachother, and Scarlet frowns, gnawing on her lip. Fuentes looks back at Scarlet, and Scarlet swears she hears Beatrice mutter “Piper Perri...” Wrinkling her nose in confusion as she looks up at Beatrice, Fuentes speaks before she can ask Beatrice to repeat herself. “How about we keep it simple so we don’t have to go crazy with new documents. We can use your real name Scarlet.” Scarlet grimaces and shakes her head. “Rosalina? Fixer already knows that… Somehow.” Fuentes shrugs. “There's millions of Rosalina’s, I doubt it would make much difference. We can just change your last name.” Scarlet shrugs, giving up the argument. I guess it won't be a big deal… Scarlet chews her lip. “I guess that's everything for now… Beatrice, can you get some clothes and other things ready for me?” Beatrice nods, quickly going through her computer, getting things set up. Fuentes and Shaw look at each other and nod. “I'll get the new documents sent to you right away Scarlet.” Scarlet nods absently, chewing on her lip as she thinks about ways to get back at Prododine and The Fixer as the two women leave. Scarlet doesn't even realize that Fuentes and Shaw never once saluted her as they leave.
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Nova Ranger groans as she kicks her heels off in the doorway, the smell of the apartment making her wrinkle her nose. Ugh did Sunny smoke in here again? She walks barefooted across the sticky floor, throwing her purse on the floor by the hallway. Sunny looks up from the couch, a fork halfway to her face. “Wow you look beat Miri! Shields just let you go?” Miri grumbles as she takes her white denim jacket off, throwing it by her purse on the floor. “Yeah… And I really wanted to go to the gym too…” Miri shrugs angrily. I just got home and it’s already 9:30 pm, and I'm exhausted… And hungry… She yawns loudly as she drags herself to her room, kicking her purse and jacket along the floor in front of her, too tired to pick them up. She kicks them both into the growing pile of dirty clothes and pulls her black dress off, revealing her taut arched belly to the room. She moans as she pokes her tight belly. This is going to take weeks to work off. Tearing her eyes from her belly she heads to her dresser, and pulls out a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. She throws the T-shirt on, glad it hides her belly, then pulls her yoga pants on. The material stretches tight around her belly as she pulls it to her belly, then she grunts as she pulls it up the last inch. She grimaces at the tight feeling around her waist. Guess these don’t fit… Too lazy to change into something that does, Miri returns to the living room.
“Want some dinner? There's some left on the stove.” Miri smiles her thanks at Sunny and enters the kitchen, stepping past empty boxes and trash bags. No need to clean now that I'm leaving next week. She follows her nose to the stove, and stares in appreciation at the meal laid out. Several enchiladas covered in cheese cover an entire plate, and Miri eagerly grabs it and another soda out of the fridge, she walks back to the couch and sits down next to Sunny, feeling her pussy tingle as her muscular thigh pressed against Sunny’s own fat thigh. Miri smiles at her roomate. “Thanks again for the meals the past week, Sunny. When I get paid I’ll pay you back.” Fat Chance, I'll be long gone before payday! Sunny beams at Miri, her chubby cheeks turning red. “Don’t worry about it Miri, you've paid me back with rides!” Sunny turns back the TV, and Miri takes a bite of her meal, moaning in delight as she gets lost in the television. As Miri finishes her 4th beef enchilada, she yawns again, not even her soda able to keep her up as she sinks into the couch again, her stomach pleasantly full again. “Thanks Sunny, that hit the spot!” Sunny smiles as she brings her bowl to her lips, lighting it. She inhales and holds it, before letting it out. Huh that actually doesn't smell too bad now… “No problem Miri… Want some?” I kinda do… Last time was so euphoric… I felt like I had no stress at all. She sighs and shakes her head. “Maybe tomorrow… I'm pooped!” Sunny shrugs, her attention back on the television. Miri keeps stealing glances at Sunny, who breathes heavily through her nose as she watches the TV. Sunny’s double chin is noticeable, and the faint sheen of grease and dried sweat shows that she hasn’t showered yet. Miri bites her lips and clenches her thighs as Sunny scratches her belly, then pulls her too small t-shirt down, before it rises back up revealing her large belly that almost rests on her fat thighs. I want to put my face in between her thighs and make her scream! Miri blushes and whimpers imagining doing just that. No! I need to leave and go back to fucking the hottest women around. “What was that Miri?” Miri stares at Sunny, afraid she just said that out loud. “Huh?” Sunny turns and smiles at Miri, her cheeks dimpling as her plump lips raise. “Sorry, thought I heard you say something.” Miri blushes and shakes her head, her arousal building as Sunny smiles at her. “N-no, but I think I'll go to bed now.” Sunny smiles and pats Miri’s thigh, making Miri flush harder. “G’night Miri.” “Goodnight Sunny…” Miri groans as she stands, her taut belly gurgling as it digests her massive meal. She passes the bathroom. I can shower and brush my teeth tomorrow… She sighs explosively as she lays down on her dirty sheets, her sweaty and greasy cheek pressed against her dirty pillow case. As she ate on the couch, she had sweated through her clean shirt, making her light gray shirt look black in areas. More than she used to sweat during a marathon. Miri groans and rolls over, letting out a small fart. She blushes, as her breathing steadies, and she falls into a deep sleep. She starts snoring loudly a few minutes later, her hand absently pulling the waistband of her yoga pants down, letting her gurgling belly free.
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