"Thank you for coming Ms Kinney." Fury said as Laura sat down across from his desk.
"What's this about?" The 23 year old Mutant girl asked.
"You ever heard of Fredrick Tarleton?" Fury asked.
"I can't say I have." Laura admitted.
"He's a geneticist working for AIM, his cousin George you'll probably know, he's also known as M.O.D.O.K." Fury said.
"Right." Laura nodded. "What's the situation?"
"Tarleton has been working on a project for AIM. We don't know what it is but it's big, a lot of funding we need to interrogate him about it." Fury said.
"What's the problem?" Laura said. "Interrogation is more Widow's line of work than mine."
"Tarleton is under heavy guard 24/7, they're used to us, if they kept an agent we sent to infiltrate his base I doubt Tarleton himself would go anywhere near them." Fury said. "The only place his security is dropped is a club called the Plump Plumb. It's a strip club on paper but reports indicate that, within the back rooms it's more of a brothel."
"Okay, but still, why me, any female agent could do as well as me at this." Laura said.
"Ordinarily that is true, however the Plump Plumb caters to gentlemen who like a specific type of woman, to be specific, extremely fat women." Fury said.
"Okay, I know that I weigh over 150 pounds but more than 30 of those are the Adamantium." Laura exclaimed. "I'm not fat."
"No." Fury agreed. "None of you are, that's part of the problem. Only one who is, girl from the 'Great Lakes' Avengers, is known to them so she can't do it!"
"So what are we doing here?" Laura asked.
"Even if one of my other agents was willing to sacrifice their figures for this, the timetable we're working with is too short, none of them could gain the weight fast enough even if we pumped them full of chemicals or surgically implanted some of that fat." Fury said. "It's just not feasible. We do actually have a machine that could pump the fat directly into the body, but a normal woman's body couldn't take the amount being injected without dying and doing it incrementally, with the required recovery periods, again we don't have time."
"And what do I have to do with this?" Laura asked.
"Wolverine was chosen for the Adamantium because as fast as it was destroying his body his healing factor was knitting it back together. It's a similar idea here, your healing factor will allow us to pump all the necessary fat into your body in one go, and remove the need for a recovery period. After that you go in, get the Intel, we act on it and remove the fat and you go back to your normal life with the knowledge that you saved the world." Fury said.
"So it goes in to start the mission then comes straight back out." Laura asked.
"In theory." Fury said.
"In theory?" Laura repeated.
"My biochemist, Jemma Simmons is concerned that your healing factor might assimilate the fat, meaning if we removed it you'd just 'heal' it back, but she admits it's very unlikely." Fury admitted.
"Right, and how much weight are we talking?" Laura asked.
"Discounting your claws,we're thinking 500 pounds, the PP has girls between 300 and 600 pounds and Tarleton favors the heavier ones." Fury said.
"Do we know the threat level?" Laura asked.
"No, but the money going in suggest something big, it could be benign but it could also be world threatening, particularly since we don't have Intel to react to." Fury said.
Laura sighed. "I'll do it."
Fury beamed. "Excellent. The machine is ready if you wish to start now."
Laura sighed again. "Yes, let's get it over with."
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Laura stood looking at a mirror for a second, taking in her skinny body for the last time for quite some time 'forever if my healing factor betrays me' a treacherous thought threw in.
With a sigh she walked into the main room where Dr Simmons, an attractive British woman was waiting.
"Are you sure you don't want to remove those?" she asked, referring to the bra and underwear still clinging to Laura. "They won't fit after this. may burst straight off."
"Allow me this shred of dignity please." Laura deadpanned.
"Fair enough, please climb onto the gantry." Dr Simmons said, prompting Laura to do so, aw which point the scientist reached for a collection of tubes with hypodermic needles on them and begain injecting them into Laura, on her arms, her sides, her belly, breasts, buttocks, hips, thighs, calves, even her cheeks. "Once we activate the fat will begin flowing in, this many entry points should ensure an even distribution."
"Okay." Laura said, part of her already regretting her decision.
"Shall we begin?" Dr Simmons asked.
Laura nodded. "Do it."
Dr Simmons pressed the button and the machine began to him, milky white fat oozing down the tubes towards Laura's waiting flesh.
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