by: redcircle
Frost peeked in and was quite shocked at the sight. Hawkgirl, but somehow several hundred pounds heavier, smacking what looked to be lard, of all things, with her mace into a grinder. Her plump belly rolls were like a muffin, overflowing her pants. She was sweaty and looked like she hadn't showered in a while, maybe even weeks. Frost looked on in confusion at Shayera turning this fat into juice.
"What is this? Am I in the future or something?" she thought, "Why is Hawkgirl doing this, and why is she so... fat?"
Frost thought this would be a perfect chance to rid of Hawkgirl, but a bit unsure of her surroundings, decided to take it slowly.
"Hawkgirl!" she said as she stepped out.
Hakwgirl looked at Frost and smiled.
"Ah, Frost, I've been waiting for you!" she said. She looked over Frost and gasped. "Frost! Did you get sick, too?"
Frost figured this was definitely an alternate Hawkgirl, as she wasn't aggressive towards her.
"...What do you mean, sick?" Frost asked.
"Oh, dear! Looks like all your fat has vanished," Hawkgirl sighed, walking over and poking Frost's belly, "You know the Slobtropolis rules, if you're under 200 pounds you'll get into trouble! But we can take care of that, sweetie,"
"Slobtropolis?" Frost thought, as she looked around at what was in the room. Lard, barrels of grease and other materials, which was odd.
"Hawkgirl, uh, what are you doing here anyways?"
"Oh! Maybe I forgot to tell you," she said as she leaned over and farted out loudly, causing Frost to jump a bit, "This is where the medicine is being made for people who get struck by that thinning sickness..."
"Out of lard!?"
"Well, duh! I've been mixing lard, old fryer grease, various soda and beer flavors, trough slop and liquids I've drained out of dumpsters. It together makes 'Obesenol', and fattens your body back up! Since you've been hit by the sickness, guess you'll try my latest batch!"
Hawkgirl shook up a jar that she had finished up, as Frost looked at the grayish liquid in dread and gulped.