This choice: Zaps herself up above 500 pounds • Go Back...Chapter #3Raven, mystic master of . . . cellulite? by: Unknown Raven just asked Kid Flash to speed to Titans Tower as soon as possible. She figured it'd be easier to explain in person. 10 seconds later the slender speedster was there in his skin tight red and yellow uniform. Like her four original teammates, the teen speedster had a little trouble at first wrapping his mind around what she wanted to do. Down in the Titans Tower storage room he was half trying to talk her out of it as he retrieved the bazooka sized ray gun while the others waited outside for safety.
"So . . you want me to shoot you with the fat ray and . . make you weigh three or four hundred pounds. Really?"
"Three. Four. Five. Whatever. I just want it to be perfectly clear that I'm a hefty girl and a hero."
"Um, wouldn't less weight than that do the trick?"
She looked at the worried expression on his face and chuckled. "You're really uncomfortable with the very idea of fat, aren't you?"
He couldn't face her. "Well . . . yeah. I mean, I'm sorry, but look at me," he said holding his arms out. "Almost six feet tall and a 26 inch waist. S.T.A.R. Labs said I'm 0.4% fat by weight. And that's with eating like 6 meals a day!"
He turned to face her. "But I understand what you're doing and honestly, it's pretty cool. Jinx said something to me about all the role models for girls being bimbo bodied beauties. She-"
"Is that what I am now?" smirked Raven.
He looked away. "Um, no comment."
She chuckled. "Alright. Let's do this. Hit me with your best shot, skinny boy."
"Okay," he said from two feet away in the stainless steel lined room. "This is gonna take a sec. Lot of controls to set here," he added as he turned several knobs and flicked more switches. At last he was ready and nodded to her.
"This isn't very precise. Flash thought he got hit with this ray for about 5 seconds when he zoomed up to a thousand pounds. So, we'll just try a couple seconds."
And with that, he flipped another switch and the device hummed to life. He pulled a trigger and a bright green ray emerged from the muzzle of the ray gun. Raven felt warm and tingly all over her body and then Kid Flash let go of the trigger. But the changes to her body caused by the ray were just starting when he stopped firing.
She felt her belly become convex and then almost ooze into rolls of fat down her sides. Her thighs first touched then overlapped by several inches, the flesh dimpling in the cottage cheese-like texture of advanced cellulite. Her taut butt ballooned outward and her twin perky round breasts expanded in just seconds to nearly the size of cow udders. Atop it all, her face puffed out and her neck fattened till she had four or five extra chins below her actual one.
Luckily, her outfit was stretchy enough to expand to her new dimensions, though her long cape now looked more like Robin's short one, as it barely covered past her hugely expanded waist.
"You okay?" asked a worried Kid Flash.
Raven steadied herself against the wall, trying to adjust to her new feeling of mass. She nodded.
"Allright then, let's quantify this," he said leading her around the corner to a freight scale. Raven found she had to waddle a certain way. Her thighs overlapped too much to walk the way she used to. But she didn't feel that bad about herself. In fact . . .
"Hey!"
She felt good enough to give a healthy swat to skinny ass Kid Flash's buns.
She laughed. "I always wanted to do that."
He looked at her nervously. "Is this affecting you hormonally and psychologically?" he asked as she stepped onto the freight scale.
"Maybe," she shrugged. "Truth is, it doesn't feel bad and I almost feel as though it frees me. I can forget my inhibitions. I-"
She stopped because the blurring red digital display was finally settling on a number.
467
Raven laughed. "I weigh 467 pounds? Wow."
Kid Flash nodded, unsure what to say. She now weighed 300 pounds more than him. He turned around to shut off the machine and, again, she goosed him.
"Hey! Stop that!"
"What're you gonna do about it, stick figure?" she chuckled.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm a speedster," he protested against the denigration of his physique.
"You're a bunster," she laughed swatting his butt one more time before he zipped out of her reach, a red and yellow blur now at the door to the storage room.
"At least you're in good spirits," he said. "I was worried you'd be depressed."
"Nope. I'm jolly," she said and laughed. "Okay, time for the new me to face the world," she said and nodded to the flame haired speedster. He opened the door and she waddled out to face Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg and Starfire. Their eyes bugged out and their jaws dropped. Their 120 pound teammate stood before them now weighing 467 pounds. No one said anything. The silence was finally broken by Robin's squeal.
"Hey!"
"I always wanted to do that, too," she chuckled about her swat of their leader's butt.
"She, um, she says it feels like she's lost some inhibitions," said Kid Flash rubbing his own butt.
"You are . . most . . large, friend Raven."
Four hundred sixty seven pounds, she told them.
"Is . . is this what you really want, Raven?" asked Beast Boy.
She nodded emphatically.
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