Maria Hill, her uniform unzipped to let her expanded gut have a little freedom, chuckled softly as she idly munched her third pizza. It had been about a month now since this 'anti-diet' had started, Hank McCoy and a few others coming up with a formula to help accelerate weight gain, and the SHIELD co-director had certainly plumped out since then.
Her thighs had gotten thicker, to the point where they rubbed together when she walked. Her ass had grown,forcing her to get new chairs to accommodate her growing ass. She had noticed that her ass was getting more stares now, the jiggle it now held enticing many agents both male and female. This would have bothered her before, but now she found it strangely exciting. Her breasts had grown larger as well, a cup and a half-size bigger than they were before. She also now sported a prominent pot-belly, her once lithe abs now replaced by a soft, rounded pudge.
She took a bite of her pizza, musing to herself that while this plan was stupid, BOY was it fun.
“Okay you too,” she said to the two other agents in the room. Sharon Carter and Black Widow, both as fat as Maria, stood patiently waiting (and debating the merits of snitching some of the director's pizza). “You both had that big feast last night, it's time for a weigh in.”
Sharon and Black Widow grinned. It really had been a good time, the Asgardians having issued an open invitation to all heroes actively participating in the 'anti-diet' plan to feast in Valhalla whenever they want. Massive amounts of fresh boar and Asgardian ale had gone down their throats and into their steadily fattening bellies that evening...
The two had fattened up in different ways as well. Sharon Carter was mostly fat in her gut, while Black Widow, who sported a plump belly, mainly fattened up in her breasts and ass, making her hourglass figure even sexier.
They shrugged, and each stepped on the scale, weighing themselves...