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Wendy's Warm Up.

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Wendy’s Warm up…

In a world filled with superpowered people you never knew quite when you would end up seeing something out of the ordinary… assuming so many strange things didn’t perversely manage to end up qualifying themselves as “ordinary” by default.  You might look out your window as you commuted to work and see someone flying through the sky, and the odds were pretty much split 33/33/33 as to if they’d be doing with actual wings, some bizarre super-advanced jet pack, or with no visible means of propulsion at all.  Such displays of superpowers were little harmless things that ended up making life slightly more interesting.

Alas, you could also wind up finding yourself witnesses someone displaying their superpowers in a distinctly more dangerous manner.

“RUN, ITS GIGANTA!”  Someone called out, screaming their vocal chords raw.

They had to, if they wanted to even a chance of being heard over the thunderous “crunch, crunch, crunch” footsteps that heralded the woman’s arrival.

Doris Zeul also known as the supervillainess Giganta was certainly living up to her name today, the red haired woman currently stood fifty feet all from head to toe and was dressed in a yellow and black jumpsuit whose collar flared up to reveal cheetah like spots.  Held almost contemptuously in her right hand (like a child with a small plastic vehicle) was an armored van that she had been able to yank right off the street.

Now that she had what she wanted, she seemed intent on simply heading for the city limits and finding someplace out of the way to shrink back to a more mundane size and stash her loot.

Her feet weren’t quite managing to leave boot prints in the street, but they certainly would crush any car unfortunate enough to wind up directly below them, not to mention the poor unfortunate driver and their passengers.

Police sirens began to sound off as various official vehicles did what the could to try and deal with the supersized supervillainess.

What they could do at the moment however wasn’t very much.  Given her huge size Giganta’s skin was about as thick as rhino’s hide, so any police officer trying to harm her with conventional weapons would only be making themselves look first like an idiot, and second like a target for the huge woman’s displeasure.

For the moment all the police could really accomplish was act as glorified town criers, and try to set up barricades.  Not to slow Giganta down or try to limit her rampage of course, just to try and keep still more ordinary people from getting caught up in it.

As luck would have it though, one not so ordinary person had also just gotten caught up in Giganta’s heist.

A black haired blue eyed girl dressed in a simple purple long sleeved shirt with red top on over it and white jeans looked out the window of the clothing store she’d been shopping in as she heard the sound of Giganta’s footsteps approaching, and instantly knew that her time had finally arrived.  The only thing that made her at all remarkable was her shirt’s white collar, which she wore upturned and popped out rather than in a more conventional style.

Wendy Harris (the girl in question) raced out of the store and into the nearest alley that she could find.

She began to strip off her clothing as quickly as possible, tossing it to the ground without a care, revealing the superheroine costume she had on underneath.

It was a light orange leotard broken up by a white section around her waist, that itself was broken up by a light orange “W” symbol.  She kicked off her sneakers and pulled out a pair of slim pieces of fabric from her pockets.  One good shake was all it took to reveal that they were actually orange boots made out of unstable molecules, the miracle material that allowed so many superhero’s (and supervillain's) costumes to adapt alongside their wearer’s powers.

Now fully dressed for her first official act of saving the day as a real life official superheroine… Wendy Harris took a deep breath to steady herself.

So deep in fact that her belly ended up puffing outwards like an inflating balloon.  

“Eep!”  Wendy gasped in shock when she realized what she had accidentally done to herself.

Alas, “gasping” also involves drawing higher than normal amounts of air into one’s throat, and so her bulging belly only expanded further.  Luckily, Wendy was able to regain her composure and deflate herself while there was still time for her to do some good.

In this case, “doing some good” meant that Wendy stretched her entire body across the length of the street, like a brightly colored rubber band.  She wrapped her arms around a stop sign on the far side of the street, and then twisted her neck around to help her guide her legs towards a nearby mailbox that also seemed like it could also serve as a decent anchor.

She managed to complete her human tripwire just in time for Giganta to end up blundering right into it.  The supervillainess’ huge arms began to pinwheel around wildly as she tried (and failed) to catch her balance, before falling head over heels towards the ground.

“TIMBER!”  Wendy couldn’t help but call out playfully as the titanic supervillainess ended up toppling over.

Sadly, that particular cry of joy turned out to be a little bit premature, since the exact same superhuman toughness which allowed Giganta to shrug off bullets also meant that she was more annoyed than injured by her fall.

“What the hell do you think that you’re doing pipsqueak?”  Demanded the red haired villainess as she looked at the little (in several senses of the word) girl who had ended up screwing up what had otherwise been a perfectly good getaway.  

“Stopping you, and I’m not a pipsqueak!”  The black haired girl insisted, as she stretched her neck to get her face right next to Giganta’s, even if the supervillainess was obvious (much, much) bigger than her.

The red haired villainess took a very long look at the girl responsible for her recent tumble and slowly put down the armored car (on its back with the wheels in the air, no sense in risking the possibility of someone driving it away) that she had managed to maintain a firm grip on up to this point.

“Wait, I recognize you, you’re that do nothing brat who used to hang around with the Justice League!”  Giganta pointed out.

Wendy’s face grew even redder, but she refused to be owed by Giganta’s not entirely inaccurate comment.

“I didn’t ‘do nothing’ as you put it back then, and I’m really not going to today!  You can call me Plastigirl and I’m going to...”  Wendy began.

Plastigirl never got a chance to finish her boast properly however, because Giganta took a moment to rest the index finger of her right hand against the corresponding thumb, then flicked the stretchy superheroine like she was an annoying bug.

Given the difference in size between the two at the moment it proved to be a surprisingly effective tactic, as the impact sent vibrations rippling up and down Wendy’s body like a freshly plucked guitar string, causing her to shake and wobble uncontrollably.

“You had one good trick, you used it, now get out of my hair.  You’re not ready to play with the big girls, pipsqueak.”  Giganta insisted mockingly, as she began to reach for the vehicle she’d set down a few moments ago.

Once the momentum of Giganta’s blow stopped continuously rebounding its way through Wendy’s outstretched form she began to concentrate and focus on her powers once again.

Wendy’s body began to grow larger, not just stretching itself like a rubber band, but instead increasing in both size and scale, until if they’d been standing up she would have come to Giganta's chin, which was a pretty impressive feat given that the supervillainess in question was taller than some buildings.

“Okay two tricks.”  Giganta amended her previous statement, as she once again decided to stop worrying about the armored car.

The red haired woman once again stood up to her full height with Wendy following suit a few moments later, and Giganta beckoned the young superheroine to show her just what she was capable of.

Since Giganta didn’t seem to be preparing any offense of her own, Wendy took her time with winding up for the most dramatic and powerful punch possible.

When she finally let loose with it, she went so far as to extend her right arm outwards, having it grow longer than normal to help pack extra punch behind the blow.

Her punch also went wide.

It rocketed right past Giganta through open air, striking nothing at all, and causing the supervillainess to let loose with another round of chuckles.

“Wow, you really are making this too easy.”  She scoffed, amazed at just how incompetent Plastigirl was turning out to be.

At which point Wendy’s extended arm suddenly twisted in midair, and swung back around, looping itself around Giganta’s waist several times over like a living lasso.

The black haired girl didn’t say anything, she simply raised an eyebrow in silent accusation at the supervillainess for treating her so lightly.

“Better.”  Giganta admitted after a moment of reflection.

“But still not good enough.”  She insisted, before grabbing Plastigirl’s outstretched arm with one of her own.

Although Wendy had somehow managed to grow taller and larger, the younger girl still didn’t quite seem to be a match for Giganta’s raw strength.

Since unlike back when she’d tripped Giganta, Wendy hadn’t bothered to anchor herself in place, the heroine was unable to stand her ground when Giganta pulled on Plastigirl’s outstretched with every ounce of might the supervillainess could muster.

The black haired heroine was yanked right off of her feet and with a twist of her right arm Giganta sent Plastigirl slamming into a nearby building.

Then before she even had time to recover from that particular impact, Giganta, yanked again and slammed Wendy up against a building on the other side of the road.

WHAM, SPLAT!

WHAM, SPLAT!

WHAM, SPLAT!

Giganta repeated the process over and over again, each impact flattening Plastigirl like a pancake just as she was starting to reform.

After having her fun (and squashing her foe around a dozen times) Giganta decided that she should finally deal with the stretchy superheroine in a more permanent manner.

Since by this point Plastigirl had gotten all the fight squished out of her, it was easy for Giganta to grab Wendy by the throat and drag her neck over to a nearby fire hydrant.  

With the aid of her massive size and strength, it was no trouble at all for Giganta to break open the hydrant, causing water to instantly come gushing out in a small geyser.

Using two fingers to stretch Wendy’s lips wide open, Giganta held the helpless heroine’s mouth over the spouting liquid, leaving Plastigirl with no choice but to swallow it.

With a series of wet “glugs” it was possible to see bulges of water working their way down Plastigirl’s throat and towards her belly which soon expanded outwards.

Only once Wendy had guzzled down enough water that she looked like she’d just swallowed a half a dozen different wrecking balls did Giganta let go of her.  

Wendy’s neck snapped back to its normal place atop her shoulders, and her bare hands awkwardly struggled to support her swollen stomach, her face turning a sickly shade of green.

“What’s the matter brat?  I figured a goody two shoes like you would remember how important it is to drink eight tons of water a day.”  Giganta snickered, before kneeing Wendy right in her bloated belly.

With a heavy “slosh” Plastigirl lost her sense of balance and dropped to the ground, generating an even louder “SLOSH” when her belly struck.

“Hey why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”  A voice called out towards Giganta from atop one of the nearby buildings.

The red haired villainess took a moment to confidentially rub her hands against one another before placing them on her hips.  

“Funny, I thought’s that exactly what I just did.”  She chuckled, given that Wendy’s own size increasing abilities hadn’t done her much good.

The new arrival was another young girl, she had short blond hair and blue eyes.  She was dressed in a dark blue bikini-ish style outfit with a “1/5” logo on her chest.

“Oh great more kids.”  Giganta scoffed in irritation at the newcomer’s small stature.

“Hey, I’m not a kid, I’m eighteen, how else do you think I was able to convince mom to let me wear this thing?”  The new arrival shot back before jumping off of the building she’d been standing on.

On her way to the ground her body began to stretch and expand much like Plastigirl’s had done, and by the time she landed, instead of being a small girl, she was more or less exactly Giganta’s size.

“Why don’t you just buzz off whoever you are, unless you want me to give you the same all liquid diet I just fed your friend.”  Giganta warned as she cracked her knuckles threateningly.

“My name is Jane Richards, but you can call me Ultra Girl.  As for being worried about loosing, well where’s the fun in a fight if there isn’t some risk?”  Ultra Girl insisted with a hungry look in her eyes.  

“I really don’t have time to keep playing baby sitter to all your brats.”  Giganta grumbled, before charging straight ahead, trying to bull rush her way right through her newest problem.

Ultra Girl simply allowed her body to expand even further (wrapping her arms around some nearby buildings to anchor herself) and transforming herself into a massive vertical trampoline.  Giganta, for all her raw strength slammed right into Jane, and after distending the blond haired girl’s shape for a few moments, bounced right off it with a rubbery “TWANG”, pitching her several blocks backwards down the street.

Ultra Girl relaxed her grip ad returned to her normal human (though still super-sized) appearance, and promptly stretched over to her fellow heroine’s side.

“Hey, are you okay?”  She asked, placing a hand on Plastigirl’s shoulder.

“I’ve been better...”  Croaked Wendy, before spitting out a few drops of water.

Looking down the street Jane saw that Giganta was already starting to climb to her feet again, even after the bouncing the supervillainess had just been through.

“Look, I’m the last person to sell myself short, but Giganta is pretty big, and tough, so if you’d be willing to help me kick her ass I’d really appreciate it.”  Ultra Girl admitted.

Wendy shot the blond haired heroine a bemused glower.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly in fighting shape right now.  Unless you have a way to squeeze several tons of water out of me in the next few seconds I’m not I’ll even be able to stand up any time soon...”  Plastigirl moaned.

“Well then we’re in luck, since my brilliant plan doesn’t actually requiring you standing up.  What I was more wondering about was, can you still bounce?”  Jane insisted with a playful smile.

“Bounce?”  Wendy repeated the word in confusion.

Then a moment later the proverbial light-bulb turned on.

“Oh yeah, I think I can still bounce.”  Wendy promised, with a grin every bit as vicious as Jane’s own.

As the super-sized supervillainess came charging back, ready to go another round with the two rubbery heroines, Jane, extended her right leg, slipping it underneath Wendy’s bulky body.

She curled, flexed, and twisted the limb in question to bring the maximum amount of force to bear, and Wendy also manipulated her own body in preparation.

Then Ultra Girl kicked Plastigirl straight at Giganta.

There was a wet heavy “SLOSH” as Wendy impacted against the supervillainess’ midsection, and for a moment Giganta was staggered.

Wendy bounced off of her, hit the ground, rebounded off of that, bounced off a nearby building, and then slammed into Giganta again, this time striking her from the side.

As for Jane Richards, she curled her legs into springs and bounced forward, not aiming to attack Giganta, but instead curling herself into a gigantic trampoline form again.  In that shape she would catch and redirect Wendy whenever it looked like she might bounce away from the confined section of the street.

Giganta began to throw her arms out wildly trying to grab hold of the bouncing ball but Plastigirl was here, there, and everywhere, and it was impossible for her to be stopped.

One watery impact after another rained down upon the supervillainess, the excess of liquid lending a strength to Wendy’s blows that they never would have possessed normally.

After several dozen impacts, Giganta had finally been battered into unconsciousness and Wendy allowed herself to stop bouncing around wildly, settling down on the ground to gaze triumphantly upon the defeated supervillainess.

“Well this is great and all, but isn’t it going to be kinda tricky to find a jail cell big enough to hold her?”  Plastigirl couldn’t help but reflect.

The question only managed to provoke another of Jane Richards’ playfully devious smiles.

“Nah, the wonderful thing about Pym Particles is that they aren’t just useful for helping you grow huge to fight bad guys, they’re also make transporting captured supervillains a breeze.”  Ultra Girl insisted.

From a pocket (a very well hidden pocket given the overall spareness of her costume) Jane produced a small test tube of some blue substance which she poured into Giganta’s unresisting lips.  The supervillainess began to shrink, and didn’t stop doing so even when she’d reverted back down to normal size.  

In fact, Giganta kept shrinking till she was so small that Jane was able to squeeze her into very same container that she’d just produced.

“Thanks again for all your help, I couldn’t have done this without you.”   Ultra Girl insisted with a relaxed smile.

“Oh yeah, I was loads of help.  Nobody can get bloated up into a watery wrecking ball like I can.”  Wendy muttered dourly.

Jane seeing hat her fellow superheroine was in a less than chipper mood suddenly turned her full attention on Plastigirl, her tone becoming far more serious.

“Look, how old are you?”  She asked, even though the eighteen year old super teenager was perhaps not the best person to be asking such a question.

“Seventeen.”  Wendy answered.

“And you’ve had your powers for how long now?”  Ultra Girl pressed.

“A month or so...”  Plastigirl admitted.

Jane stretched out an arm and gently rubbed her fellow heroine’s bloated belly.

“Look, I was born with mine.  I ended up learning how to bounce before I could crawl.  Not only that, but being the daughter of Susan Richards means that I got trained by one of the most experienced elastic superheroines around.  You shouldn’t feel bad because someone who has almost a decade and a half more experience than you with her powers did a better job.”  Jane insisted.

Wendy didn’t say anything in response and instead just laid there like a bloated water balloon.

In response, Jane stretched her neck over to the ruptured fire hydrant (which was still shooting out water) and began to drink from it.

Her own belly started to swell and bulge, until she was every bit as waterlogged as Wendy had become.

“URRPP….”  The young superheroine let out a rather theatrical belch when she finally finished gorging herself, before once again turning her attention back to her black haired counterpart.

“There, now I’ve got the same handicap that you do.  Are you interested in a race to see who can bounce their way to the nearest police station first?”  She offered, bumping her bloated belly into Wendy’s.

Plastigirl blinked a few times, surprised at Jane’s show of solidarity, and then slowly a smile spread across her lips as well.

“You’re on Ultra Gut.”  Plastigirl promised, before she took off bouncing leaving Jane Richards behind, bitterly complaining about how Wendy was cheating….
 
This story was written as a small gift for my friend Animewave animewave-neo.deviantart.com and shows off a version of the old Superfirend's Character Wendy Harris, who finally got some superpowers of her own and intends to do some good with them, first scene drawn by him here... animewave-neo.deviantart.com/a…


Of course getting superpowers is the easy part, learning how best to use them is the tricky part of the process, so its a good thing Wendy can count on making some new friends along the way...
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Any chance for a weight gain story with Plastic girl