[Stuffing, Weight Gain and a bit of gas]
"You know, when you told me she was a giantess, I didn't expect her to go down this easily." A smooth voice echoed throughout the air as the sound of a shotgun being cocked followed right behind it. Laying down on the ground in front of the weapon-wielder laid a blonde woman, masked and equipped with a couple of rather erotic looking horns that complimented her sensual bodysuit.
The woman, Mt. Lady, was barely awake at this point. Her eyes were fluttering and trying their very best to stay open as she stared forward. Her breathing was sparse and slow as she reached down towards a point where it felt as if she had been penetrated by bullets, only for the tips to just brush up against the pained area without any sign of damage. She couldn't believe what was happening, much less due to the way that her quirk had been turned off. One moment, she was towering over the pair of black-dressed criminals, the next she was keeled over on the ground.
"I'm telling you, Shin. The tech the boss pumps out is far too much. It puts on even ground with those strange people..." The larger of the two adjusted her collar before breathing a sigh of relief. "I will admit though if you hadn't thought quickl-"
The smaller of the two shushed his partner before lightly jabbing the heroine with the butt of his weapon. "Save the sentimentality for later, Hel. She's not down for the count yet." The man known as Shin scoffed before he glared down at the blonde, a sense of professionality lingering within his gaze.
"Who... are you two..!?" Mt. Lady gasped out, struggling to get up and onto her knees once more...
Only to receive a rather swift strike to the back of her head by the butt of the weapon, knocking her out cold proper. "You're going to take a nap, blondie. When you wake up, the boss'll have quite the treat in mind for you."
The last thing the blonde heroine could hear before she was whisked off to sleep, was the smug laughter from the shotgun totting man as well as the nervous chuckle from his larger friend...
The younger of the two criminals pushed the butt of his shotgun up against the blonde a few more times to confirm that she had passed out, before wiping his brow. "Well, that takes care of that. You carry her back to the boss, Hel." He gave his larger friend an order before attempting to take his leave, only to stop once he noticed that she wasn't budging. "...Hel? What gives?"
The larger woman rubbed at her shoulder before averting her eyes. "I dunno, Shin. First the kiddo, then this lass... You sure working for that guy's a good idea?" She asked aloud, only to receive a little jab to the hip.
"Knock it off, Hel. We need the money. Now get going, before he'll call us and threaten us with some sort of elaborate fate for being so slow." The pragmatically minded young man shot back, convincing his partner to pick up the prey. "He better pay, at least. Dealing with a giant wasn't in the contract."
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Eventually, Mount Lady managed to wake herself from her forced slumber, groggily shaking her head back and forth as she tried to come to grips with where she had ended up. Unfortunately, the immediate sight in front of her was less than pleasant. Especially as her eyes darted around, noticing that both her ankles and her wrists were forcefully shackled to the chair that she had been so kindly settled into.
"Good afternoon, Mount Lady." A young voice remarked as a boy stepped out of the shadows, wearing a mask decorated with what seemed to look like a chart of the world. "Or rather, it's a pleasure to meet you, Takeyama-chan." The masked youth continued as his tone turned increasingly smug, striking a nerve immediately.
"How did you figure that name out..?" The blonde replied with a little bit of venom in her words, only for the boy to slowly slide a finger along her thigh with a soft snicker echoing from behind the wooden accessory that covered his face.
"Please. You heroes make it all too easy to trace your true identities back to you, especially once you take on apprentices. My men gave that young grape-wielding child you interned a little while back... shall we say, a tiny bit of trouble. Just a smidge. Nothing a boy like him couldn't handle. After that, he eagerly coughed up everything I needed." The boy clad in white continued as he adjusted his mask, clearing his throat as he turned towards something in the darkness, exposing his white hair to her in the process.
"Are the preparations done you two? We've got a schedule to uphold, and I would hardly want the neutralizing agent to run out before we've managed to deal with her." His tone took an impatient turn before he swiveled around on one leg to face the heroic victim once more. If she could see through his mask, she'd no doubt be able to see the wicked grin plastered on his face.
"What kind of sick villain actually tries to use a quirk canceling... thing!?" Mt. Lady shouted at the boy as she tried to access her powers, unfortunately just merely making her arms shake futilely as they refused to grow outward and upward. "C-Come on, why..!?"
In the face of the struggles that the older woman went through, the boy could only laugh. "Oh come on. You can't be serious. What part of neutralizing don't you get? Like, come on. I went through the trouble of specifically making these types of things just so headstrong heroines like you and the latest batch of hopefuls wouldn't be able to stop my plans. What makes you think that you can just break through the agent's effect?" His mockery grew rather overt as he started pushing the tips of his sliding finger deeper into the meaty thigh it was rubbing up against.
"Besides... If you want to grow, I've got just the thing to help you. Unfortunately, I think you'll find that this kind of growth is anything but pleasant, especially considering your kind of personality." His words were mocking still, and his laughter more so as a tube started lowering from the ceiling.
Before the older woman had much of a chance to spout more protests in his direction, she found her throat being filled up by the tube. The rubbery implement was quickly sliding down her mouth and into her windpipe, blocking out most noise coming from her lips as she was reduced to breathing from nothing more than her nostrils.
Once the tube was secured, the young man ran a hand through his hair and snapped his fingers. "Alright! Turn the feeding pump on. We're giving our dear guest a new kind of 'Mountain'!" His enthusiasm for what was about to go down started to mix with his smug attitude, especially as the blonde heard the audible sound of a switch being flipped.
The foreboding sound of something rushing down the tube running through the young woman's ears, only for her tongue to suddenly feel something cold brushing up against it from inside the tube. Her eyes then widened as she felt the substance sloshing in through her throat, pouring downward and straight into her belly with not even a tiny bit of resistance. She couldn't do a thing to prevent it, no matter how much she wanted to.
Mt. Lady writhed against her restraints, but it was all for naught as her belly slowly started to swell outward. Inch. Two inches. Four inches. The growth was exponentially increasing as the flow of liquid filling just kept on coming. And the boy, for what it was worth, just stared straight ahead at her with what seemed to be an unflinching look. Not that she could tell due to his mask.
The more of that syrupy liquid that ran down into her tummy, the more she started to feel herself growing bloated in a few different manners. After all, all the food that rushed downward wasn't just meant to make her grow outward, far from it. Her eyes slowly widened a little further as she felt the pressure within her backed-up tummy start to escape through the only holes that it possibly could, and then...
A muffled, yet still powerful 'BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-' Escaped through the few inches of space between the tube and the woman's lips, the rather uncouth belch sneaking its way out despite her best wishes to avoid such a display. That one sound was enough to break the young villain's facade however, as a laugh echoed into the air.
"My goodness, I didn't think a hero could sound so depraved. What did you have for lunch, Mexican? I'm at the very least 90% sure that my formula has no chance of increasing gastric activity, and here you are, belching like a hog!" His laugher was obnoxious, and his pointed teasing more so as his hand slowly started running up the bodysuit-clad woman's body.
His fingers, which were already pushing their tips into the juicy form, were now explicitly pushing their way into the older woman's bloated belly. Just the sensation of having a foreign entity push itself against her sensitively sloshing stomach was enough to make another brief belch escape the vicinity of her mouth. The blush that soon covered her cheeks was adorably pathetic, and she could hardly do anything more than just try to turn away from the boy to avoid looking directly at his mask out of her own shame.
His glee at her embarrassment and shame was unmatched however, as her display merely made him want to see her writhe in agony. Instead of pushing just a couple of fingers into her domed belly, he palmed his hands and intentionally pushed the flat of both of them into the belly in front of him, licking his lips as he heard the liquid contents within violently tossing and turning. It was almost too much for him, a little bit of drool running down his chin as he listened carefully.
Mt. Lady closed her eyes, wishing for it all to be over as the buildup of gas within her couldn't find its way out of her mouth's tiny holes this time around. So it picked the next best option. The option that just happened to be a lot more disgusting and depraved at the same time. She braced herself the best she could before the infernal noise was let loose.
'FRRRRRRRAAAARRTTTT-' exploded out of her rear cheeks, the foul scent that followed phased straight through the underside of her bodysuit as she very clearly and openly managed to release a fart that would make most people chuck their breakfasts up if they got a whiff of it... But not the boy, he wasn't most people. If anything, the sensation of something hard poking against the bottom of her belly just made it clear that he enjoyed the disgusting things he was putting her through...
As much as she wanted to curse him out, her mouth was still filled with that bothersome tube. At least there was one relief in sight, namely, the flow of food-like slop was finally coming to an end... And yet, her mouth was not freed of its invader. The masked youth could only grin behind his accessory as he turned away, brushing the tip of his rather erect rod up against the side of her belly in the process. "She's all filled up now. Move to Stage 2 and feed her the alteration formula."
Alteration formula? If she was already experiencing the effects of the negation formula, that meant that she wasn't in for any kind of good time with a formula meant to alter something. Mt. Lady, despite the soft sounds of gas being expelled rather casually from both of her ends, continued her best efforts to struggle against her binds with yet no effect. The only thing it earned her was her belly starting to toss and turn together with the rest of her body.
As her massive belly started to get tossed around from side to side by the heroine's futile attempts to struggle, an unceremonious set of 'FRRRRT' and 'BRRRAAAPPP' loosened their way out of the blonde woman's holes. Not a few moments later as her cheeks grew red from her continued embarrassment, did she suddenly feel a much thicker and viscous liquid sliding down her throat. Once her eyes focused on the transparent tube in front of her, she could easily identify the reason. This time, she wasn't being fed nutritional liquid that could be compared to thick soup inconsistency. This time, it was a meat-colored sludge that was about as thickly packed together as bubblegum... and for good reason, as she would soon discover.
The masked boy watched with glee as the gunk was pouring into his hostage's throat, rubbing his hands up against the belly in front of him. Not because he wanted to force more gas out of her, although that would be a delight as well. No, this time there was a clear purpose that he was attempting to aid by stimulating the problem area... and the more he rubbed, the more the larger woman's stomach slowly started to shrink. Was she actually losing weight? Was she getting a chance to escape her horrid overfed fate?
Far from it. Her expression suddenly froze as she felt a sharp shock run down her spine. Immediately, all the fat that was being pushed inward by the horny lad in front of her was starting to redistribute itself all around on the parts of her body that had been untouched by the traditional stuffing. She could of course only look on in horror as her form ballooned outward at a brisk pace, right up until the boy couldn't push any further.
One by one, her limbs started to bulge outward. Her arms, formerly nice and fit to try and fight crime with, were now about the size of a few cakes stacked atop of one another with the hands acting as the cherries on top. Her legs, usually springy with every step and the cause of a few accidents during her heroics, suffered a similar fate. Where there previously had been the slightest hint of tone and chub to entice onlookers, now her legs looked like a pair of elongated soft tubes, her feet sinking into her fattened ankles to make it even harder for somebody to understand where the leg ended and the foot began.
Once the outmost part of her body had finished swelling due to the redistributed fat, then came her torso. Sure, her belly was growing more compact due to the way the boy seemed to actively hump against it as he pushed it inward, but in exchange, her tits suffered. What had been rather pleasant looking E cups swelled by the seconds, until they grew so heavy that they could rest upon her bloated belly. Both of those maternal mounds looked like they would be fit for exercise balls, with how soft and squishy they both looked.
Of course, the front of Mount Lady’s torso wasn’t the only thing affected. She could barely feel it due to how she was pressed into the seat she was stuck in, but she could certainly understand it. Her ass was blowing up as it was being pressed down against the leathery seat below. If it wasn’t being covered up by the chair, it might be compared in texture to a massive pair of pillows, something she’d have to deal with from that point on as they’d be prone to swinging from side to side with even the slightest bit of movement.
Lastly, the heroine's poor face and head. With every hurried and panicked breath, the width of her neck grew, until she was left with such a thick piece of throat-meat that it was hard to understand where her head ended and where the torso began. Her cheeks swelled up as well, the red spreading all across as it looked as if she had been stung by at least a couple humongous bees with how large both had gotten. Only then, when her face had been thoroughly defiled by the growth, did the tube retract to leave the poor heroine alone.
The blonde drew a few breaths, sharp ones as she tried to cycle out the stale air from the tube with the fresher kind within the room she was kept within. Despite the way her body notably jiggled as she breathed in and out, some part of her still tried to look on the bright side. At least she hadn't been killed, and despite being utterly humiliated by some masked kid, at least that was it. Nobody else knew about her fall...
A shiver ran down her spine as the thought crossed her mind, and the boy's laugh confirmed her fear. "You're probably thinking that this is alllll over, don't you? Well, how about this?" The masked youth said as he stepped away from the larger lady only to click a button on a remote that he just pulled out of his pocket. Moments later, a TV lowered from the ceiling, displaying programming from several channels at once...
All of them showing her thoroughly debased form as the news reported extensively about it. From what she could gather, the public thought it was some sort of leaked porn tape being streamed... which only served to make the less rational parts of her mind further reel back in horror.
She had been recorded. Everything had been recorded. She was ruined.
With the shadow of fear cast upon the blonde's face, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation as a few machines started to prod up against her body from several angles. Her eyes, filled with regret, peered towards the masked boy for an explanation, and not a second later did she end up regretting that decision.
"What’s the matter? I thought you liked showing off, dear.” His words were cutting deep into her weakening mind, especially as she felt his sadistic stare peering from behind the mask. He knew where to hit her, even if it was just with a simple statement. “Well then, I don't think you deserve the nickname Mt. Lady anymore. And just so you don't forget that..." He mused as the machines finished their little endeavor, resulting in rather demeaning text reading 'Mt. Lardy' covering her flabby arms, thighs and especially that piggish tummy of hers. The belly was the focal point of an extra little touch as well, evident by the piggish caricature of her face plastered right where her belly button would be.
"Doesn't that look nice, Mt. Lardy? Your new identity immortalized on your flesh. Of course, you won't be getting rid of it any time soon... Ahahahahaha!" His laughter echoed throughout the room as the blonde was forced to just stare forward at the news, their reports adjusting to match her new moniker. As if the boy had some sort of power over the media, not that she had the time or soundness of mind to think about such a thing.
All she could focus on was how she had been ruined. Her body turned into a flabby mountainous mess. Her likeness, defiled by body writing and a horrid tattoo. Heck, even her captor had practically had a little bout of sexual relief using her enormous belly. All of that culminated in her just wanting to whisk herself away, hoping that it had all been nothing more than a dream...
As she closed her eyes, the last thing she could hear was the sound of her belly grumbling, the first of many needs to come for the rechristened heroine...