[Diapers, Slob, Weight Gain, Diaper Use, Corruption]
"That one's going to leave a mark..."
The exhausted and pained voice of one Natasha Romanoff, alias Black Widow, echoed out as she tried to get up. All while vividly recalling what had happened since she ended up with such an intense headache. She was on another mission, teaming up with fellow superheroine, She-Hulk, as the two were to infiltrate a hidden base and find out why certain pieces of high tech equipment had gone missing. The particulars pointed to a brainwashing scheme being in play, which necessitated her and her partner's particular skills.
Not long after arriving, her memories went blank, mostly because thinking about the experience made her head hurt even more. It was like she had been hit in the back of her head. Granted, these symptoms didn't quite line up with blunt force trauma, but they damn well still hurt and ached beyond belief.
"You're telling me. Can’t believe I got knocked out."
At least She-Hulk was close by. It wasn't like Natasha could actually see her, but the proximity of her voice meant she couldn't be far from her current location. Not that Natasha could actually move from where she was currently located, but it brought a mild sense of relief to know that Jen wasn't going to be hard to reach.
As for She-Hulk herself, she was aching just as much as Natasha was. The main difference between the two was the way her entire body ached instead of just her head. Then again, she could vaguely recall several taser-like devices being attached to her in the blink of an eye, and... Well, thinking harder just brought more pain, so it was best to not worry too much about it. Besides, worrying and thinking back on how they had gotten here wouldn't help them get out of their situation.
“So, any bright ideas?" She-Hulk, or Jennifer Walters as she was known to civilians, asked her partner as she tried to wrestle free. "Whatever we're stuck in isn't exactly leaving us any room for error, so I was hoping you might be able to think of something."
"None. I barely even know what we're up against, much less how we're going to get free from this. Besides, if these things can hold you, then I don't stand a chance." Natasha muttered, although something was starting to creep into the back of her mind. The specific distance between her ears and Jennifer's voice made it sound like her face was close to her crotch. But that shouldn't be possible, why would somebody...
As the thought drifted around inside her mind, the lights turned on. Despite the brief relief that they could now see each other, both heroines soon grimaced as they noticed the rather compromising position they’d been bound in. Their faces were pointed toward their respective crotches, while the rest of their bodies were locked down and practically impossible to move. As a result, they were forced to gaze right at the single garment that currently adorned their bodies.
The sick fuck that had managed to disable them had decided that it was a wonderful idea to stuff them in infantile garments. In other words, both women were currently wearing diapers. Not just small diapers, either. Big, obnoxiously thick diapers that almost looked like they were layered on top of another set underneath the ones they were forced to look at. Closer inspection proved that they were just that thick, and just blowing on them managed to make a strange sort of powder blow out from their leg holes. Even if they weren't currently bound, it would be almost impossible to walk in any normal capacity due to the sheer width and thickness of these things.
"Alright, guess we've got a real deviant on our hands this time." Jennifer sighed, pushing her face into the front of Natasha's diaper for a bit of stress relief. "At least we're not using these things. We're gonna break out and stuff the creep who wanted us to wear these in one, aren't we, Natasha?" Even if these things were humiliating, she wasn't going to be too bothered by them. They were a temporary arrangement, after all.
Natasha didn't really want to answer, as much as she just wanted to figure out a way to get rid of these garments. The longer she spent in one, the more she felt like she was being infantilized... And that was a feeling she didn't want to dwell on. Not just because of any lingering worries from her past, but more because it was too humiliating for her to be seen as an infant after everything she had gone through.
As the two tried to make the best of their current situation, the sound of radio static echoed out, followed by the sound of an older gentleman's rather hoarse tone. “Well, it seems like the test subjects have awoken. Excellent! The process of seeing you both converted for the sake of progress would be nowhere near as entertaining if you were unable to react."
"Not even giving us the pleasure of seeing your mug, huh, creep?" Jennifer said, grinning a little. "Not confident enough to mug at us after putting us in these crappy diapers? Why don't you man up a bit and try to act like the big villain you're supposed to be?" At least with the villain being somewhat present, she could try and focus on him instead of the thing around her waist or the thing she was idly resting her face against.
"Who are you, and why have you arranged for this?" Natasha asked, even if she had a vague idea of what the purpose of their current positioning was. "More importantly, you know what'll happen when we break free, don't you?"
"I do not expect you two to break free any time soon. My underlings were very thorough when I requested that they gathered the strongest possible restraints. And judging by the sounds of your struggles, however meager they may be, it seems as if they succeeded in that regard.” The villain spoke again, not bothering to respond to Jennifer's taunts. He was above such behavior.
"As for my identity, you may call me Doktor Fermenter. It fits with what I have planned for this world. This rotten world that has seen too much strife. Only by planting a new one on top and using the old as nourishment for a brighter future, may we see everything come to a wonderful conclusion." The gentleman explained, with his tone making it easy to imagine him with a monocle that he just had to adjust as he finished his little spiel.
"Great explanation, doc, but that doesn't really tell us why we're wearing these things. What, you want to cover the world in shit or something?" Jennifer spoke up, not at all on board with the plan. Honestly, he just sounded like a dime-a-dozen crazy scientist, and she had already grown beyond tired of those types. At least if he wanted to go all the way and cover the world in waste, that would be kind of unique.
There was a pause before the villain cleared his throat. "I suppose that wouldn't be an improper way of explaining the particulars of my plan." He muttered. He didn't expect them to understand it, and yet he had been preempted. "That being said, those diapers are merely meant to concentrate the filth that will flow out of you. Once you've both been converted into the perfect bioweapons for Global Fermentation, those diapers will be one of many ways for you to spread your influence.”
Jennifer wasn't sure if she should laugh or gag. But the fact that he definitely intended for them to use the diapers was not enough to deter Natasha. "You'll find that we're not that easy to break and fit into your plans, Doktor. Best case scenario, all of this backfires and you end up with two ladies sitting on you as they break you with their stench. You’d best prepare."
"I look forward to it, Fraulein." The Doktor said, laughing softly as the radio static started intensifying. "I'll be checking up on you in a couple of hours. Please, enjoy your processing. It's the only thing you'll be able to concern yourselves with once the formula has been fully integrated into your systems."
With that, the Doktor left them to their own devices. Not that either of them really enjoyed their current predicament, but without the old man listening in on them, they could at least try to pool their thoughts together and figure out a solution from there. Especially since, from the looks of things, there didn't seem to be a proper way out of this.
"So, he wants us to shit ourselves until we turn into bioweapons. Alright, I was joking when I suggested it, but at least he's got something new for us to go through." Jennifer said, though she still scoffed as she pressed her face against the diaper in front of her. "He really thinks he can just make us use these? I haven't even had Mexican for lunch! There’s no way that I'd be a bioweapon if I just started shitting!"
Natasha rolled her eyes. True, there was no way that she was currently able to fill that diaper to the point where she might be considered a threat, but that didn't mean that the Doktor didn't have any other tricks up his sleeve. Considering the kind of schemes that villains were up to, she wouldn't be surprised if there was something that was going to make them more fit for this kind of role. "Just don't let your guard down, Jen. He might have left us a gift, or something else that might turn into a problem."
"Yeah, I bet. But don't worry, even if that happens, I won't give in so easily." Jennifer laughed a bit. Even though she couldn't look down at Natasha, mostly due to the fact that the red headed heroine was currently stuck underneath the diaper around her waist, she could at least vocalize her confidence. That would let Natasha mentally picture the grin on her face, even in the face of something as ridiculous as this.
Natasha would shake her head if she could., but at least she was confident that Jennifer could hold out. She had proven herself to be both mentally and physically durable, and it would take quite a lot for her will to be completely subverted. At least, that's what she hoped would be the case. She had to admit that she wasn't sure if she could hold out against whatever the Doktor might be planning for them, but...
As Jennifer laughed, a screen slowly started to turn on in front of her. It was at an awkward angle, but it wasn't like she could completely avoid looking at it. And as she looked at that screen, she noticed... A rather colorful looking spiral...
"Jen? Jennifer, do you hear me?" Natasha didn't understand why her friend and ally had just gotten so quiet, but it was definitely not good. If Jennifer was in the process of being converted or whatever was happening, then she’d need to break out all on her own. And while these restraints were certainly very difficult to fight against, it wasn't impossible. She just needed to put in the right kind of effort...
While Natasha was doing her very best to break free, Jennifer was looking straight at the screen that had managed to catch her eye. Those colorful spirals... They were kinda boring, but they were also really pretty. So pretty that she couldn't bring herself to do anything except to look straight at them. Yeah, they were nice... Real nice... Kinda calming, actually. Maybe she should get some installed back home when she needed to... sleep...
Despite her eyes being open, it was clear that Jennifer's consciousness had faded. She just stared straight ahead at the screen that had forced her to sleep, mouth agape as she stared and stared. Nothing else currently mattered. Just the single command and the need to stare straight ahead...
The longer she watched the colors, the more those very same colors started to drain away. Growing muddier and cruder, until not a single color besides brown remained. A brown swirl that still registered as a spiral in her mind, all while she just kept on watching and watching.
It felt nice to watch. It felt nice to look at the brown swirl. But at the same time, it was making her feel like she was incomplete. Why was that, exactly? What was she missing that the brown swirl wanted from her? She had to try and think. To try and think as hard as possible...
Oh, of course. Jennifer wasn't as brown as it was. But that was fine. She could be brown. At least, she knew of one way to be as brown and gross as it was. There was just one problem: she wasn't nearly full enough. If she wanted to reach the spiral’s shade of brown, she’d need something more. But what was it she needed, exactly? There was no food, so...
As Jennifer fell prey to the mental manipulation of the brown and gross spiral in front of her, a tube slowly started to push out from the ground below. A tube that was stretching up and across the diaper that Jennifer was resting her head on top of, a tube that was drooling ever slightly onto the seat of that padding.
"Jennifer! Whatever you're doing, don't fall prey to it!" Natasha tried to call out to her friend, even though she was certain that Jennifer was already under its spell. But she needed her to try and be strong, if only for a little while longer. She felt like she could break free if she just... had the right kind of pressure from the inner side of her bindings. Then she could just snap them right off, and she could find that filthy Doktor.
It was hard for Jennifer to hear Natasha, but she could just barely do so, her eyes blinking as she tried to wrestle away from the screen in front of her. "T-There's no way..." She muttered, as she tried to put every single inch of her strength into her struggle. There's no way that she would break and fall victim to this kind of brainwashing. Who would fall victim to a brown spiral, any...way...
Her struggles died down as her eyes went back towards the screen, and the tube that had been waiting in front of her quietly slid into her mouth. As soon as it was properly attached, the tip seemed to inflate ever so slightly, preventing it from leaving her mouth. With its position now nice and secured, something began to pour through the tube, making its way into the heroine’s waiting mouth.
The substance pouring into her mouth definitely wasn't any ordinary substance. In fact, as soon as it started to make its way down her throat, Jennifer's irises shrunk to the point where they were barely visible. It was addictive... No, beyond that, it was just downright heavenly in terms of taste. So much so that she couldn't stop herself from swallowing as much as she possibly could, all while it was being poured straight into her mouth.
Jennifer swallowed more and more of the slop that was being poured into her. It didn't matter what it was, and it didn’t matter what it was doing to her. All that mattered right now was how wonderful it felt to swallow it all. As long as it flowed through the tube, she’d eagerly swallow it. That was the kind of routine that was locked into her mind at this point, and nothing seemed to be able to break it.
Natasha sighed as she continued her attempts to escape. The part that frustrated her most wasn't that Jennifer hadn't been able to hold out against whatever the Doktor had planned for them, it was the fact that she felt like she could almost break free. It was like she just needed the slightest extra bit of pressure, and then it wouldn't be hard for her to slip out...
Of course, to get more pressure, she'd have to wait for Jennifer to... Well, finish whatever it was that she was doing. The pressure could only be applied if she was able to focus any of her weight, and at the moment, it wasn't like Jen could do anything of her own accord.
Indeed, Jennifer's mind was currently stuck just swallowing. The mere act was still heavenly to her, so heavenly that she hardly noticed how quickly she was packing on the pounds. With every few liters she swallowed of that excessively sloppy gunk, a few more pounds would get packed onto her frame. Her toned form slowly but surely disappeared, and in its place were layers and layers of flab.
And yet, she couldn't really notice it. There was no way that she could. She just kept swallowing and looking at the nice brown spiral in front of her. Say, the spiral was actually the same color as the slop she was swallowing. Was there a connection..?
'You love to gain...'
A voice echoed inside of Jennifer's mind. Was she imagining things? It was hard to tell, but she knew that it was right. If swallowing this much was causing her to gain, then she damn well loved it. She loved suckling down all this goop because it was so damned tasty! And if gaining was that tasty... Then yeah, of course she loved it.
She didn't even try to question the fact that the spiral in front of her was affecting her mind. In fact, she couldn’t question anything at all! The voice in her head had taken full control, and whatever remaining thoughts she had were slowly fading. The longer she stared at the spiral, the more her mind began to slip away, swirling into an incomprehensible slurry...
God, why hadn't she thought about how good it felt to gain before? She just wanted to keep on gaining. So what if her muscles were turning into flab? So what if her belly was pushing out to the point where she was being lifted off her friend's belly? So what if the only garment that would ever fit her at this size was the diaper around her waist? As long as she could keep gaining, she loved it!
'You love your diaper...'
Of course Jennifer loved her diaper! It was her best buddy! Well, that might be a stretch, but it was doing a damn good job of sticking to her! Even after growing well beyond what it was meant to handle, it was still holding on!
God, she just loved it! It felt so good to have it cradling her hips and her crotch. Especially her crotch. She couldn’t really reach down and pleasure herself, especially with her belly now leaking over the top of the waistband, but she’d quickly found a workaround. With the extra plush between her thighs, she could easily milk out a bit more pleasure from it all.
But it still felt like she could do more. Even as she swallowed all of this slop, and even though she loved her diaper beyond belief, she still felt that she wasn't putting it all to good use. It was like she just needed the slightest nudge to... to...
'You love filling your diaper...'
Jennifer could feel a grin creeping onto her face. That's it! That's what she was missing! That's the one thing that hadn't come to mind, and now that her belly was more than full enough, she couldn't wait to try it out! Besides, that diaper was meant to be filled, so the fact that she hadn't even bothered to try and use it yet was a real shame!
And so she started pushing. And the relief that she felt, the sheer relief that came with pushing everything out into the seat of her diaper... It was so divine that she almost blacked out then and there...
Natasha, on the other hand, was forced to contend with a disgusting *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* pouring onto her, as well as the sheer potency of the stench that wafted from the inside of that diaper. It was so intense that she immediately realized what had happened. "Jennifer! Whatever you do, don't shit that diaper!" She shouted, hoping that she would hear it.
Of course she heard it, but she didn't care. Why should she try and hold back just because her friend told her to stop? She wanted to fill her diaper, so that's what she was going to do! Besides, she couldn't stop herself after letting that fart push out through her colon. It had loosened her up to the point where the rest could just slide out all on its own.
And indeed, that's what happened. Once Jennifer had opened the proverbial gates by getting all of that gas out of her, the shit just poured out with no end in sight. It poured harder and harder as she moaned and drooled, her pleasured noises heavily muffled from the tube in her mouth and the slop pouring down her throat.
Natasha was forced to bear the brunt of it. She thought it would take longer for her friend to shit herself, but as soon as it started to pour out, the sheer pressure became overwhelming. That diaper that she had been trying to avoid turned a disgusting shade of brown almost immediately, especially as it started to sag right down on her. It was like it was trying to wrap around her head and force her to push her nose into the disgusting padding, but she did everything to avoid it.
And all this time, Jennifer kept pushing and pushing, making that diaper expand further and further to the point where it looked like it might just burst right off her hips! She didn’t stop, nor did she even want to try! She loved every moment of filling her diaper, putting it to use exactly as it was meant to be!
“Jennifer! JENNIFER!" Natasha tried to shout through the diaper. Unfortunately, her words were completely muffled, both by the deluge of shit pouring out through She-Hulk’s hole, and by the padding that was struggling to keep it all tucked in a nice, compact space.
Not that Jennifer would've listened. She was more than happy to just indulge herself, especially as she looked straight at the brown swirl on the screen. The swirl had reminded her how much she loved being huge, how much she loved filling her diaper, and how much she loved that squishy, puffy thing in general! What else could it tell her?
'You disgusting, arrogant slob... You love it all, don't you..?'
That's right! Of course she loved it all! No matter what part of her body was disgusting, no matter what part of it wasn't conventionally beautiful, she loved it all! Because it was her body, dammit! So what if people didn't like how she looked or how she acted? Screw them! She had the right to act exactly as she pleased.
Becoming a slob like this was perfect. So perfect that she didn't even care that the stream of slop had intensified to the point where it couldn't even fit inside her mouth. With nowhere else to go, some of it began squeezing out through the cracks between her mouth and the tube. These leaks quickly spilled down, smothering her tits in the nutritious, disgusting goop that made her look exactly like the slob she was being told she was...
The superheroine known as She-Hulk was no more. In her place was a diapered slob who loved to shit herself silly, and she could definitely fit a couple more pounds of filth into the back of her diaper...
Luckily, the added weight on top of Natasha allowed her to finally slip free from her restraints. Or rather, the extra weight had managed to crush the restraints, and it almost did the same to her! But thanks to some quick thinking, as well as some regrettable nudges, she was able to pull herself free. And she only had to rub her head up against that dirty diaper a little!
"Jennifer..." Natasha panted, covering her face as much as she could to try and avoid inhaling more of that forsaken smell. Not that she was very successful, but she tried at least. She just had to try and endure the smell, even if she had to inhale it...
Jennifer laughed as she slowly turned around, her gain also shattering her own restraints. She just loved showing off her flabby body. Her wonderfully saggy arms, her enormous belly, her legs that barely looked like they could keep her standing, and especially that extra stinky diaper of hers. She had grown so wonderfully in such a short time. Even the tube that fed her couldn't handle her at this point, slipping out without a problem to allow for that laugh.
"What's the matter, Nat? Can't help staring at my beautiful body? Don't worry, you'll be just as beautiful as me soon enough." She licked her lips... Mmmf, she wanted more slop already! But first, she had to deal with her friend. Couldn't have her walking around without enjoying herself!
"You've gone mad, Jennifer." Natasha said, her eyes focusing ever slightly on the screen behind her former friend. As long as she could figure out a way to shut it off, then she could... Well, there was no guarantee that it would bring Jennifer back to her normal self, but at least it meant she couldn't experience the same kind of fall. And that was worth a shot.
Putting all of her strength into one jump, Natasha tried to leap over the green slob. There was no way Jen still had the mobility needed to grab her! Her arms were like logs, and they definitely wouldn’t be able to grab her while she was flying through the air!
At least, that's what she thought. But it's not like Jennifer needed to actually grab her while she was in the air! She just needed to grab Natasha while she was coming down on the other side, yanking onto those slender legs and slamming her straight onto the ground below! Then, just to make sure she wouldn’t slip away this time, the gamma-infused slob pressed down on Natasha, using her extra heavy body to pin the heroine to the floor.
"J-Jennifer, get off me!" Natasha shouted, not just because she didn't want to be stuck, but because her friend was way too heavy for her at this point. It was a wonder she hadn't been crushed before, but now there was nothing keeping the heavier slob from pressing down on her... There was no way that she wouldn't crush her, especially if she didn't... gain...
As it turned out, the green slob had already done everything she’d needed. Whether it was deliberate planning from Jen or just unfortunate timing on her part, Natasha now had a front row seat to the overpowering brown spiral that had consumed her friend. The screen was pointed right at her face, and with how much she had already exerted herself, it was utterly impossible to fight back against its influence.
Natasha didn't want to listen. She didn't want to look at the screen. But her mind had already betrayed her. She was forced to stare straight ahead, her mind swirling deeper and deeper into the spiral that was presented to her. It was... It was actually kind of nice. So nice that she almost wanted to... Wanted to...
N-No! She wasn't going to shit herself! There was no way she could shit herself! It was impossible, and it definitely wouldn't happen while she was still this thin! She wasn't even close to being ready to shit herself! She would endure for as long as she possibly could!
"Just give in, Nat. You'll love being huge and filthy. Just like me."
But thanks to Jennifer, it wasn't going to last. Grabbing hold of the tube that had been filling her to the brim, She-Hulk stuffed it right into Natasha's open mouth, eagerly grinning as she waited to see what changes would occur!
Like with Jen before it, the tube’s end inflated once it entered Natasha’s mouth, preventing her from even trying to spit it out. The tube was now completely stuck inside her, all thanks to the slob's efforts!
As soon as the tube recognized that it was once again inside someone’s mouth, it immediately started pouring the slop straight into the slob-to-be. As the goop poured right down her throat, the Black Widow’s irises started to shrink just as She-Hulk’s had.
The slop... It was good. No, it wasn't just good, it was heavenly! Was this why Jen had been sucking away at that tube for what felt like an eternity? If that was the case, then she completely understood. There was no way that she could resist something this tasty, either!
Natasha continued to greedily swallow everything that was poured into her mouth, completely unaware of what was happening to the rest of her body. Even if she *did* know, why would she care? She was getting all the food she could’ve ever wanted, and it was so delicious that she just kept letting it slide down! Her body grew bigger and bigger, with the fat slob on top of her slowly becoming less of a bother in the process...
"That's it, Nat! Keep on drinking. You’re turning out real nice!" Jennifer laughed, all while gently cupping her own fat mountains. God, it felt so good to play with her own fat, greasy body. When did she start getting greasy, anyway? Eh, it didn't matter. She was ready to just slob it up whenever and wherever at this point! It felt so damn good!
'You're proud of how much you can drink...'
Natasha looked into the brown spiral, trying her best to ignore what it was telling her. But it was hard to do so, mainly because... Yeah, she *was* proud of how much she was able to drink. It was a feeling she just couldn't deny. The kind of pride that came with being a slob. The kind of pride that came with just indulging...
She drank and drank, feeling her hands start to slowly slide across her belly. She could feel herself spreading out further and further, feeling her fingers sink into that mound. It felt beyond heavenly! She wanted to keep playing with herself like this... And she wanted to just keep on feeding until there was nothing left for her to feed on!
'You're proud of your diaper...'
Of course she was proud of it. It was her stalwart companion. It always held out, no matter how much she ate. N-No, she wasn't supposed to be proud of a diaper. But she was supposed to be proud of how much she was able to pack into it. It was a tool that she could use to measure how much she had grown. And she *definitely* had grown.
But there was more that she could do with it. And this time, the prideful messages that the spiral was pouring into her didn't need to push her to do anything. She just pushed a little herself, and the rest would come naturally.
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
The filthy scent poured out from her cheeks, and the back of her diaper started to fill up very quickly, growing nice and brown. The fart didn't even serve to herald her shit, it just poured right out alongside it. Filling that seat and making it spread out as far as possible, all while she just kept on swallowing more and more of that slop.
"Yeaaaah! That's it, Nat!" Jennifer panted and moaned, all while pushing a bit more into her own diaper, which was quickly being dwarfed by just how much Natasha was able to push into hers. But dammit, seeing her dump it all in like this was enough to drive her to the edge...
'You shitty, prideful slob...'
That's right. That's exactly what Natasha was. She took pride in what she was. A slob of the highest order. That was why she had grown so thick in such a short amount of time. That was why she was packing it all into her diaper. Because she loved being a slob. And beyond that, she loved to prove that she was one. It was the best kind of feeling.
Even as the spiral started to fade and the screen disappeared into the floor, its effects were still pouring around inside the heroines’ heads. There was no way either of them would ever recover from the amount of suggestions that had been implanted in their brains. Why would they even *want* to recover, anyway?
It felt so good to be a slob. It felt good to play with each other. It felt good to feed on as much of that slop as they possibly could. And it felt good to fill their diapers... God, it felt good, so unfathomably good.
All of those sensations, all of the delight that came with filling everything up like this, came to a head as Natasha rapidly just shat out all of her morals. It didn't matter that she had been a superheroine. It didn't matter that she was supposed to protect people and remain a symbol for them to rally behind and hope on. What mattered was that she could indulge herself and be the slob that she wanted.
So much so that she immediately let out a loud and bubbly *UUUUURP* from her lips once the tube had been forced out of her mouth, with several droplets of that filthy slop splattering onto her body and the ground below. All while she drooled and sighed. She wanted more. She wanted so much more...
"God, you're so hot, Nat." Jennifer said as she casually lifted herself off her redheaded slobby lover, grinning as she stood tall and proud. Despite the filth hanging from her waist, and despite the belly that was practically begging for her to pull off the diaper so it could just sag without anything getting in the way.
Natasha grinned a little herself, all while she barely managed to push herself up. The size of her belly made it really hard, as did the weight of her body. But a slob couldn't be kept down for long, as she forced her way onto her feet... While standing with such a wide stance thanks to the diaper in between her thighs.
"You're not half bad yourself, Jen. Maybe a few more days of overindulgence could make you look even slobbier... Maybe you'd be able to pack that diaper so full that you couldn't move." Natasha licked her lips as she pushed her belly up against her fellow filthy slob, panting a little as that sensitive mound practically kissed the other slob's belly.
Jennifer let out the same kind of moan, laughing as Natasha gave her quite the mental image that she couldn't stop herself from drooling over. "Tell you what... How about we drag a couple of the others into this? I'm sure we can make them change their minds and see that being diapered slobs is what it's all about."
"God, just imagine Janet in one of these..." Natasha's mind was already racing. "But first, I need to cum... C'mere, you big, fat slob, let’s enjoy ourselves before we drag the others in and spoil them rotten!"
The two slobs laughed to each other, using their bellies to entertain their partner and drive them closer to the edge of orgasming. All the while, they imagined how wonderful it would be to see all of their fellow superheroines as fat slobs like them; casting aside their original identities and becoming little more than pawns in a greater scheme!
Meanwhile, somewhere far deeper, the Doktor kept a close eye on the slobs, watching from a couple of hidden cameras as they made love. He was very pleased with how his first two 'Fermenter' units were turning out.
Now he just had to keep watch and see if they could truly turn another woman into a slob like them...