Fredrick Dukes slowly blinked his eyes open wondering exactly what was going on, for some reason at the moment he felt even heavier and his fat body pressed down upon him even more than it usually did.
As his eyes slowly cleared he was just about able to make out a mass of orange with weird black lines running through it, a color scheme that he had never before seen in his apartment as far as he could remember.
Blob slowly shifted about trying to figure out what was going on, pressing hard against the heavy weight that was leaning against the front of his body and holding him in place.
It took a lot of effort but eventually with a loud “THUNK” the mass of color was pushed aside.
A moment later there was a sound as if somebody had just stepped on a cat and then a face he vaguely recognized popped itself up over the edge of the bed.
It was that of Greer Grant Nelson also known as the feline superheroine crime fighter Tigra.
Except that she’d gotten a lot bigger since Blob had last seen her and it wasn’t just something that she’d done with her fur.
Oh no, the once lean catgirl was now a quite the cellulite coated tubby tabby if her face was anything to go by and how puffy her cheeks were.
“What’s that matter, was I so bad in bed last night that you really would kick me out of it?”
She asked in a voice somewhere between sadness and teasing sensuality.
As she pulled herself back over the edge of the bed Blob could see the rest of her body and sure enough Tigra now seemed to be every bit as fat as he was if not quite as large.
Not that she hadn’t grown from being a respectable 5’8 into a sizeable 6’6” though of course the increase in her size seemed to have chiefly been designed to allow for more places to store blubber over her body.
“You better watch out Fat Cat, you know how Blob likes to keep us on our toes or my name isn’t She Bulk!”
Announced a boisterous voce from behind him.
Fredrick turned around and saw that sure enough behind him on the bed lay Jennifer Walters, while previously he had known her as She Hulk, the nickname “She Bulk” now seemed to fit her like a glove.
She was a massive 7’1 and looked like a female sumowrestler.
Her bloated breasts sagged down to rest upon the shelf of her belly which stuck out so far that if Jen got an itchy belly button she would need someone else to scratch
her.
Strangely enough however instead of wearing the purple and white uniform Blob thought she normally did, instead Jen had on a dark blue one with a “4” symbol on it, not that Blob could recall Jen joining back up with the Fantastic Four again recently.
A quick glance in Tigra’s direction showed that while her costume was as scanty as ever (little more than a pair of panties and a bra trusting to her fur to conceal the rest of her body from prying eyes) it now had a “4” emblem nestled between her breasts
where once there had been a cat’s head. What was going on?