Amanda stared at her reflection, trying her hardest to ignore all of her body's changes. She tried to focus on her glory days, back when she was proud of her figure. When she had the most envied of bodies, back when people told her that she should be a model. But she couldn't ignore the extra jiggle in her step any longer, No matter what she tried to tell herself or envision herself as. None of it worked anymore, her illusion was shattered. The woman she saw in the mirror had the same face she saw every morning, but everything else about her was different. Her 'prized assets' were nothing more than overgrown watermelons, and the soft round dome that lived in their shadow was no better. The only thing - other than her still flawless face - that she could appreciate about the woman she saw in the mirror was that she couldn't see anything below the waist.

The only thing Amanda loathed more than the way her body currently looked was other people seeing her in her current state. Thoughts of what people might say or think about her tormented Amanda as she ate her breakfast. She worried that she would be mocked at the interview, as she ate a stress relieving second breakfast. These fears and anxieties stuck to Amanda like glue, and grew worse as she got dressed. She couldn't help but despair, as she put on her favorite shirt, at how her arms were plumper then they were in her hero days. While her arms were only slightly plumper then they were before, to her it felt as if they had more than doubled in size. Amanda's worry about the size of her upper body fell to the wayside as she grabbed her largest pair of yoga pants. Slowly inch by inch Amanda pulled the yoga pants up her thighs. Halfway up her thighs the Pulling became violent tugging, and then a jump for every inch upward.

Finally dressed, Amanda left her home for the first time in months. As soon as Amanda stepped outside of her home the many sounds of the city greeted her. The honking of cars driving by, the loud construction work being done, the multitude of conversations all going on at once while simultaneously drowning eachother out. It all reminded Amanda of why she had originally chosen to live on such a busy street. Now she regretted that decision; with so many people about it would be impossible for her to get to her destination unnoticed. Had it not been for her waning supply of food and money Amanda would have turned around and gone right back into her home.

Hesitantly Amanda walked down to the sidewalk, and reluctantly began the trek towards the H.H.Q. Every step of the way Amanda worried about the scorn of those around her. That at any moment they might turn to her and call her fat or worse. The ridicule Amanda expected never came, instead all she recieved from the people around her was indifference and stares. Even when she bumped into someone and sent them practically flying, nobody called her a fat pig, or any other rude remarks. The people She bumped into simply apologized and continued on their way as if it was their fault she bumped into them. At first she just assumed that they were simply keeping their no doubt rude comments to themselves. It was only after a man made out of swords passed by asking about a dragon that she realized the truth of why no one called her any names. They were desensitized, it was why they treated the man made out of swords like he was normal, ordinary, and it was why everyone treated her better then she would've expected. To them her being fat was something mundane, and not worth pointing out or talking about. The thought of her extreme weight being treated as something on the more mundane side of things left her feeling slightly ambivalent about her weight.

It was the other half of the reactions she recieved that made her see her increased weight in a different light. The Stares, at first she thought she understood why they were staring at her. But their continuous gaze held something other than derision, something she recognized, Hunger. The way their eyes followed the bouncing of her body, and how they kept accidently walking into other people passing by. It invigorated her, even when she at her most popular people didn't stare at her like this. The stares did more then just invigorate her, it emboldened her. The way she could send people flying just by bumping into them, how her body was in constant motion, and the size of colossal caboose, her titanic tush, her full moon. It made her feel Powerful, more powerful then she'd ever felt before, and If she could exaggerate the sway of her hips anyfurther then she would've.

All this made Amanda ask herself a question she thought she knew the answer to: was she okay with being this big? For years she thought that the answer was a firm no, but now she wasn't so sure.

Amanda's musings came to an abrupt halt as she walked boob first into the glass doors of the H.H.Q (Heroic Head Quarters), and fell back onto her butt. She could hear laughter coming from the insides of the building as she struggled to stand back up. After a bit of blind groping Amanda found the handles to the apparent 'not sliding glass door'. With a turn of the handle and her body., Amanda pushed the glass doors open and walked into the H.H.Q, the many heroes inside the building gave her a momentary glance before turning back to their own conversations and issues. Seconds after Amanda walked in Nicole ran up to her. Like a child who had just been reunited with a long lost teddy bear, Nicole hugged Amanda and lifted her. After spinning her in a circle Nicole sat her back down on her feet.

"I'm so glad you actually came."

"Of course I came, once a hero always a hero and all that."

"Well come on 'hero' I'll bring you up to the boss for your interview."

"Sooo, uhh how do you feel about your weight?"

"I'm not, uhm quite sure yet."

"I Knew It! You like being fat don't you!?"

"Shhh. Quiet down people might hear you."

"Admit it then."

"Ugh. fine you were right, okay? I like being fat, now can we please stop talking about this?"

"Have you thought of going bigger?"

"Nicole if I got any wider I wouldn't even be able to get through this place's front door. Why would I want to get bigger?"

"We can always just widen the door, it wouldn't be the first time we widened it either."

"Nicole, why do you want me to get bigger?"

"Oh, uh, umm would you look at that its the boss's office. Sosorrytoleavesosoonsorrybye!"

With haste, Nicole ran back the way they came, and left Amanda to walk into the interview room alone. After taking a deep breath and mustering up her courage Amanda walked into the interview room, or she tried to. The great width of Amanda's hips had gotten her stuck in the interview room's doorframe. Sitting at a desk in the back of the room was a man in a white suit, moments after Amanda got stuck in the door of his office he looked up from his work.

"Are you Amanda Paige?"

"Y-Yes sir."

"Hmmm Sexy, I like it. You're hired."

"Really? Thats it?"

"Yup. Oh and your first day of work starts as soon as we can get you a costume in your size."