Doctor Olivia Octavius was a leader in her field of applied physics. Using her multiple degrees in mathematics, applied physics, biochemistry and engineering, no one had the audacity to question her abilities. It was either because of her vast scientific knowledge, or her vast weight. Liv, as she was called annoyingly by colleagues, peers or perhaps her best research assistant, would often use her steely gaze and immensity to bully anyone into respect. To be honest, Olivia much preferred being in her lab working on a project instead of dealing with people. They were always so… complicated and rude. With her experiments, whenever a problem arose, an answer was not out of reach. With other people, problems were always turned into dilemmas.
“The difference between a problem and a dilemma is simple,” Octavius told her newest hire, a one Peter Parker, “A problem will always have a solution. Dilemmas have multiple solutions, and none of those will be correct. Guess which one I prefer.” Peter answered accurately, giving some validity to the doctor’s ethos.
“Well, I hope I can find some problems we can solve together,” Parker responded. Olivia scanned the young college graduate. She remembered everything about his resume and decided he’d be a good assistant. Bachelor's degree in chemical engineering and physics. Had excellent marks in those classes, but often his professors complained that he missed a few more classes than he should have, but still made up for the absences with excellent grades and insights. For the first six months, Dr. Octavius expected this chipper young brat to snicker at every opportunity where she would get stuck or complain about her weight, but he was… too nice. Accommodating even. He never made any of the expected fat jokes, and was never intimidated when Liv tried to loom over him. Whenever an investor or interested party came to inquire about the prosthetics program the two were running, Liv handled most of the cold hard science part of the business while Peter could put her descriptions into layman’s terms. Where Octavius was a ruthless technocrat, Parker was a soft people person. When they put their minds together, they could change the world. Especially if they had food to help with their thoughts. It had become a small tradition. If either of them solved a technical or theoretical problem, they’d buy lunch for that day. Liv had much more breakthroughs due to her near fanatical focus and inhuman working hours, but Peter had his fair share. The combination of so many of these little victories took their toll on Liv’s already impressive weight. When Peter first started working, she weighed around 700 pounds, but had gained an extra hundred over the course of his employment. She had noticed this more and more as her already slow speed decreased, her chairs started straining more under her and she started bumping into more things around the lab. Sometimes even Peter had to dodge out of the way or risk being knocked into, for which he would profusely apologize for. One day, after making a breakthrough with solar power cells mounted onto the prosthetics, Peter treated his boss to a large portion of Chinese takeaway, her favorite. He had in his hand a copy of the Daily Bugle, its headline’s message denouncing Spider-Man as a menace conflicting with the smiley face on the plastic bags.
“I never understood how he works,” Olivia said as she opened a cartoon of shrimp fried rice.
“Hmm? Who?” Peter asked, already knowing the answer.
“That red and blue arachnid. How does he stick to surfaces?”
“I want to know how he shoots webs. That seems cooler than just sticking to walls.”
“That’s easy, Mr. Parker. Small gauntlets on the inside of his wrists. Activated by the middle and ring fingers depressing a trigger. Fed by a canister of particularly adhesive, insolvent liquid that congeals in the pattern of a spider’s web,” Dr. Olivia Octavius said as she looked for the sweet and sour pork. Peter was shocked, but not because she’d rattled off so many technical specifications so nonchalantly, but because the only part she didn’t know was the web fluid’s formula. She could probably guess some of it, Peter guessed, she was just that brilliant.
“So, if he calls himself Spider-Man, why does he not have the eight limbs?” Liv said, a genuinely warm and uncharacteristic smile on her face.
“Space I’m guessing,” Parker theorized innocently, “He needs to be light-weight to swing safely and be as quick as he is in combat.” Octavius bobbed her head in understanding, but undoubtedly trying to figure a way to create a Spider-suit that was more anatomically correct.
“Oh, by the way, I want your opinion on these while we are preoccupied by eight-legged creatures,” Octavius said dryly as she flipped open a manila folder, letting multiple sheets of paper scatter across the table. Peter picked one up and examined a design. A backpack with four ports and four spools for containment of a tubular… arm? Another drawing of the pack showed all four arms extending outwards, with claws and clamps attached to the end.
“So, what’s this for?” Parker asked, straightening the papers.
“A personal interest of mine, especially with my… additional weight…” Olivia said nervously, “I always wanted additional arms so I could retrieve something while working on more important subjects, but with the difficulties with all this, I need more support walking and retrieving bits and pieces.”
“I understand,” Peter said as he raised his hands, “My girlfriend and another girl… friend are a bit bigger. Smaller than you, Doc, but still pretty big. How are the arms controlled?”
“Neural link. Direct connection between the mind and the limbs. Full control with no delay.” When Octavius made assertions like that, Parker knew she was not boasting. She could list every technical aspect of her inventions without consulting her notes, and tell you what they could and couldn’t do.
“Tell me when you’re going to give it a test-drive,” Peter offered, “Wouldn’t mind seeing it in action.”
Olivia was disappointed when Peter hadn’t shown up for the first in-door test, which went flawlessly. Full range of motion, rotation and control. The four arms of the pack could even hold her massive weight by their own at a height of seven feet, then three, and finally down to two. While they struggled, the two poor arms could hold a weight of 812.28 pounds at a height of five feet and eight inches. She was uncharacteristically proud of her achievement and was disappointed when she had to turn the backpack off. She frowned with a hint of sadness as the arms spooled back up. She secured the arms as she felt her phone vibrate as a call came through, with her assistant needing to get in contact.
“Hey doc, sorry but I’m going to have to miss tomorrow. My girlfriend needs help with moving into a new apartment.”
“Very well. Soon, I’ll have something ready that will make a menial task such as that as easy as breathing.” Upon hearing Peter’s chuckle, Liv hung up. She took another look at her arms, so sleek, so strong unlike her bingo wings. She much preferred having the arms do stuff for her while she scribbled notes or diagrams. But these arms needed field testing. Yes, they performed admirably with secretarial duties but they could do so much more. Especially for Liv. She decided to slip the pack back on as she switched it on, the arms coming to life. To prevent any nasty snares and foul-ups, she commanded the arms to do up her naturally long and unruly hair into a massive beehive that tilted backwards. Deciding that this was satisfactory, Liv’s arms plucked a pair of tinted protective goggles as she turned towards a stairwell. The four-toed claw of her left upper arm opened the roof access as the chubby doctor had to turn sideways and used the arms to squeeze her way through, with much less difficulty than what it normally took. Olivia found herself on the roof as she looked over the edge into a darkened alley. She used two legs to push her up and into the alley as the other pair anchored themselves to the other farther building. She willed the arms to move forwards, backwards, down and up to really get a feel for how light she felt with the arms hefting her up into the air. She walked her way down to ground level as she eyed a pair of dumpsters. Normally with her obese frame she couldn’t even dream of lifting the metal receptacles, but the arms grabbed either side of both dumpsters and lifted them like a gym rat would lift weights.
“This is fantastic!” she said as she put the gross oversized trash bins down as the arms started to latch into one wall this time and scurried up the wall with some speed.
“Now I feel what that Spider must,” Liv said, as her arms had to pull her through the roof access again. Once she got to the main lab, she walked without putting her feet on the ground. She certainly needed to do some more testing, but in an area not so populated.
The next evening, an unmarked white van pulled near a construction site as the massive engineer slowly scooched her way out of the back doors with a duffel bag slung over her shoulders. She entered into the open walls of the first floor as she replaced her wide circle glasses for the same pair of goggles she first used. Once she attached both her goggles and the experimental arms, she started ascending the frame of the building. She spiraled around it without expending any physical energy, only mental. Once she put herself on the roof, Liv looked out over New York Harbor, the water starting to reflect the rising moon. She admired the view and each of the arms, as she let herself down onto her feet.
“Excellent work, my darlings,” the doctor cooed as she petted one of her left arms. She thought she heard a thwip sound behind her as a set of small light footsteps.
“You know, I don’t think you need two extra sets of arms just to look over the water,” a cheery voice said, “Yearning for home, Doctor Octopus?”
“Doctor Octopus?” Liv said indignantly, “And where did you get the idea for that ridiculous moniker? Do you know who I am?”
“Well, from the way you had your hair up and the cool robotic arms,” Spider-Man pointed out innocently. Octavius scowled as her spare arms hovered nervously.
“I am running field tests, gauging the limits of my newest experiment,” Liv assured, “Whatever ideas you had about me being one of your stupidly brutal ‘super’ villains is wholly inaccurate. The only thing I’m planning is to make the world a better place. You would hinder that, if you plan to haul me to the police, Ryker’s or the RAFT.” Spider-Man’s mask was capable of showing some emotion as he raised an eyebrow, which made one of his white eyes raise up and one scrunch.
“Ok doc, as long as you don’t go around throwing cars or chunks of concrete,” the red and blue suited hero allowed, “Otherwise if I catch you with a big burlap sack with a dollar sign on it, I’m gonna have to stop you, ok?”
“This is… agreeable,” Octavius yielded, “Besides, you are superior in combat, I’ve hardly thrown a punch.”
“Finally, someone who has some good sense when they meet me!” Spider-Man said, almost in relief as he threw up his hands and paced, “Thank you! Knew there was a reason I liked you! Alright, I need to go handle something, later Doc!” The arachnid themed hero jumped off the half finished building towards the sound of a police car’s sirens. The doctor tried to gauge his speed as he swung off into the mess of highrise buildings that made up New York City.
“I’ve pushed this as far as I can for one night,” Liz said as her arms picked her up and started descending the building from the outside this time.
The next day was spent in the lab with Liv using her arms to perform all the menial tasks she wanted. Opening jars, solving basic puzzles, Rubik’s cubes, even typing up reports for other prosthetic projects as she used her real, flabby arms to write notes on the four of a kind she had on her back. She was enamored with these, they made her life so much easier. She even had one preparing popcorn, waiting as the microwave ticked down. The arms even arranged a messy tool shelf, filed away everything sensitive about her designs and potential patents, and generally straightened out the lab. Liv had placed herself in a comfortable and custom made spinning chair, and she let the arms move her as she scribbled her notes on a legal pad.
“Hey Doc! I’m sorry I missed- woah!” Peter said as he nearly was clothes-lined by the arm arranging the lab’s tools. The offending appendage retreated from its task and clicked its claws in Parker’s face, before arching over him and allowing the young man to pass.
“Ah, Parker, about time you’ve finally arrived,” Dr. Octavius announced, “How do you like these beautiful little assistants?” The other three arms stopped with their current tasks and surrounded Liv as she held out her fat-encased arms as if she was giving a presentation sitting down.
“Those are… honestly amazing,” Peter said, “How did you manage to get them operational? And more importantly, what are you going to call them?” Liv chuckled, showing more emotion to her assistant than she had in six months of working with him.
“The mechanical engineering was child’s play. The real genius is in the neural control chip,” Octavius said as all four robotic arms pointed at the back of her neck as her right finger traced back to it, “The arms and the chip operate exactly as designed, but it feels… more powerful. I feel confident with them. Even Spider-Man himself took an interest in me and my work.”
“What?” Peter said, trying to fake it and succeeding. He hated to lie to the brilliant doctor, especially about being Spider-Man and already seeing the arms in action, but he was a people person, and the doctor wasn't. But she was showing more emotion here than ever.
“He also gave me an idea for the name. The X-01L Octopi prosthetic suit.”
“That’s… as good a name as any, Doc. But you actually met Spider-Man?”
“Yes. He was making sure I wasn’t a criminal or mad scientist or something along those lines. The arms do help with that image, don’t they?” The arms emphasized this by snapping themselves at Peter almost comically as he put his hands up in mock surrender.
“Yeah, I give up Liv,” Peter said as the arms retreated back to their owner, “I have to say you are in an extraordinary mood today because of these.” An eyebrow raised on Liv’s fat face as she frowned.
“I… hadn’t noticed that…” she said, almost remorsefully, “Is that a bad thing?”
“Possibly,” Peter said, “What if that encourages you to use the arms how Spider-Man told you NOT to use them?” The portly doctor pondered that statement for a few moments. The arms tried to look her in the eyes like a guilty or sad pet. She reached her fat arm behind her to switch off the arms and removed the chip, as the appendages slithered back into the pack.
“I do not want that to be the case,” Octavius said as she held the chip out to Peter, “Prevent it. But try to leave as much of the functionality unimpaired as you can manage.” Peter took the chip and smiled, knowing that he might have avoided fighting a potential victim and destroying all the progress that Doctor Olivia Octavius made in her career.
“If I solve this, I’m gonna have to buy a giant lunch for it,” Peter sighed before smiling, “Another woman in my life to feed. Super.”
A month after the initial testing of the X-01L arms and the subsequent updating of its software, and two weeks after a certain redhead and cat burglar met. Peter had assisted both Octavius and the duo of his girlfriends, Mary Jane Watson and Felicia Hardy. He was out of his other suit when Olivia presented him with an interesting proposition: further production of the X-01L arms.
“Why do you want to make more?” Peter inquired, “Need any more Doc Ocks running around New York?”
“Doc Ock? Where did you come up with that name?” Octavius asked in her normal, coldly analytical tone.
“Well, you named the arms ‘Octopi’ after all and you’re a doctor…?” Peter continued, “Doctor Octopus? Eh?” One of Liv’s eyebrows cocked at the nickname before she continued on.
“You mentioned that two friends of yours were fat?” she asked bluntly as Peter blushed a violent hue, “One of the reasons I developed these arms was for additional mobility on top of increased capability. Exactly how big are they? Try to be as exact as possible, please.” Peter immediately racked his mind as he tried to come up for a weight to put on his immense special lady friends.
“Ummmmmm, MJ’s around… 612 pounds and Felicia’s… 549, roughly,” he said as he remembered everything that happened in the past two weeks, starting off with those sexy pictures from their first meeting. A lot of feeding had occurred since then, and both of the beautiful women’s weights reflected that as MJ gained twelve pounds and Felicia about seventeen pounds, all in her big fat sexy butt.
“I would like to be introduced to them,” Octavius stated, “Perhaps you could convince them to assist me in experimenting with more sets of these arms of mine. Have you noticed them having any difficulty with motor functions or lacking strength?” Peter answered that yeah, he had seen them slow down but still mobile, while the ever more terrifying thought of the Black Cat, even with all her added weight, running around New York with four extra arms made the prospect of chasing her that much more difficult.
“Just a recommendation, could you put a tracker on the packs? They must be pretty expensive and personally, I’d hate to lose one of these,” Peter rationalized as the obese doctor made a note on her pad.
“Reasonable as ever, Mr. Parker,” Octavius said as her arms started to drag her and her spinning chair to her computer, “When do you believe they’ll be available for testing?”
“I can find out right now,” Peter said as he pulled out his phone to fire off a few texts to both of his BBW girlfriends, yelping as he opened his texts to unveil a salacious picture of Felicia and MJ sprawled on a bed in their lingerie. He scrolled up as he typed out his message, sending the request and eagerly awaiting a reply. When his phone buzzed, he ran to the doctor, having to skip over a low-lying arm to tell his boss.
“They can be here in an hour or two,” Peter announced, as the doctor looked towards him.
“Excellent, I’ll have their arms ready for them as they arrive,” Octavius replied, “I never believed my research would go in this direction.”
“Hey, nothing’s wrong with this sort of research,” Peter reassured, “This is going to improve people’s lives. I mean, has yours improved, doc?”
“Well, yes, I’ve become more productive, I can traverse difficulties, I can just do more things at once!” Liv allowed, but saw what her assistant meant, “Oh. Yes, Peter, my life has improved with the arms.”
“Just so long as you don’t go all supervillainess and attract Spidey,” Parker joked, but also hoping she’d take the advice, “Uh, I don’t have much to do while we’re waiting, I’m gonna get something for breakfast for us all, ok?” Octavius waved her hand in affirmation as Peter exited the door into an adjacent alley. When he was out of sight, he stripped his clothes off and changed into his red and blue costume before stashing his lab clothes. He put on the mask as he became Spider-Man, if only to make it easier to pick up a box of bagels and donuts for his boss and girlfriends.
Dr. Octavius was distracted from her coding by a knock on her door.
“Must be Peter’s friends, he would’ve just come in,” Liv said as her arms scooched her chair back as the piece of furniture strained. The arms then pushed the doctor up onto her feet and stabilized her as she jiggled from the sudden movement. She stomped to the door, her arms following her footsteps acting as additional support as Liv’s giant gut wobbled from side to side, threatening to knock her over. As she got into range of the door, an arm shot out to twist the knob open and swing the door inwards, Olivia Octavius was met with two large, lovely ladies, one redhead and the other platinum blonde. Both of them were immense, but still smaller than the scientist.
“Hello doctor,” the big bellied redhead greeted, “Peter said you needed help with something?”
“Er, yes, yes of course. Please, come in,” Olivia welcomed, still stunned by the size of the two ladies, “Take a seat and I will explain what I require.” The two ladies followed her inside and her instructions, causing their seats to strain under their blubbery bodies. The platinum haired, big bootied woman kept glancing around at all the prototype prosthetics and computers chock full of sensitive data as a mischievous smirk crossed her face.
“Felicia, don’t even think about it,” the redhead said sternly.
“I won’t, don’t worry,” the presumably naughty woman responded as she put her hands up, “I’d never do anything to make Peter upset, MJ.” The doctor made a quick note just writing down the pair’s characteristics before continuing with her speech.
“A few weeks ago, I developed these quadruple prosthetic arms, dubbed the X-01L. I discovered some added benefits, especially at my size, to having these arms. I will admit, it makes walking and balancing easier, as well as increasing my reach and strength. I would like two women of similar size and weight to wear a set of these and go about their daily routines and see how much the arms help you,” Olivia outlined, just as Peter slinked inside with a box of donuts and bagels in each hand.
“Oh, I’d thoroughly be interested in helping you test every aspect of these beauties,” Felicia answered as she flashed Peter a knowing smile and a wink, which Olivia chocked up to her thanking the skinny lab assistant for returning with such a haul.
“So, how does this sound to you two big girls?” the young man asked as he revealed the starchy circular treats, as Felicia reluctantly held back from grabbing a pastry even as MJ went for a bagel and one of Dr. Octavius’ arms reached for a frost covered pastry, bringing the treat to her normal hand.
“Can we try it now?” she asked as the wide-hipped woman eyed either the donut or the arms hungrily.
“Of course,” Octavius allowed, gesturing to two X-01L packs as Felicia immediately went for one and strapped it on. One of Liv’s arms helped power its sister pack as the smaller woman tightened it to her chubby torso. The four clawed arms sprang to life as they twisted and turned around Felicia, before coiling around their new owner.
“It’s like they know exactly what I want them to do, exactly when I want it done,” Felicia purred, “These’ll do nicely, doctor.” Immediately her arms sprang to life and shot out in four directions, with one securing a donut, two grabbing a knife and a tub of cream cheese as the fourth separated a bagel into two pieces as Felicia willed the arms into action. MJ and Peter watched as the platinum haired woman expertly weave the loaned arms around her as she devoured the last bites of the frost covered donut. The arm snaked around her fat legs and constricted slightly as the arms with the butter knife and cream cheese set the objects down and added themselves to the squeeze around Felicia’s fat legs.
“These are wonderful, doctor,” the wide-hipped woman purred, “MJ, you have to try these.” The bigger redhead nibbled at her everything bagel as Peter scurried to retrieve the other pack.
“Everything is to your liking then miss?” Octavius asked as she used her own fat arms to rub her belly. Felicia nodded deviously as Peter tried to get the straps tightened around MJ’s arms, drooping with flab as the two of them looked into each other's eyes. Once attached, the brown haired young man turned the arms on and MJ felt them come to life. The big-bellied redhead acted nervously as her new appendages swayed like branches in the breeze.
“Come on, think of what you want them to do,” Peter encouraged, as MJ held her belly as she blushed. She closed her eyes and willed the arms forward wrapping them around Peter in a coil-like hug, the gesture looking like a mechanical snake.
“Oh! Ok, then, that’s… surprisingly gentle,” Parker said as the arms relented back towards MJ.
“Miss Watson? Please try to walk with them instead of your legs,” Doctor Octavius requested. As the words were spoken, all four of MJ’s new arms planted themselves on the floor and elevated Mary Jane upwards, bringing all 600 pounds of the fiery-haired model into the air above the doctor, thief and spider.
“This is amazing!” MJ gasped, “It’s easy when you actually think about it.” She took a few steps forward and back, testing the strength of the appendages before thinking about pushing all of her weight up into the air. MJ only willed herself a foot off the ground before letting herself back to the ground.
“Doctor, these are truly remarkable,” Mary Jane said lightly as the arms slowly brought themselves to attention, the claws facing forward.
“Keep them for a week,” Octavius ordered, “Peter, you shall keep an account of how well your lady friends use the arms. Needless to say-”
“I know, doc, I’m responsible for them and the arms,” Parker interrupted, “I’ll make sure that you get them back in one piece and aren’t found at any crime scenes.” Dr. Octavius chuckled as they all turned to leave.
“That shouldn’t be an issue, dear boy.”
The week was a thoroughly slothful one for everyone in Peter’s life. Mary Jane’s modeling company kept in contact with her but didn’t need her, Felicia was surprisingly well-behaved especially considering she was handed an experimental set of exotechnology that could theoretically help her commit more burglaries. Even street crime was down for that same week, no supervillains made any attempts to cause chaos or wreak havoc on the city that never sleeps. There were odd reports of an immense wrecking ball sized individual climbing around buildings throughout NYC from law enforcement, some criminals and the occasional civilian. Those rumors were often accompanied by speculation that this massive figure with eight appendages was Spider-Man’s new love interest, but the man himself knew different. Peter couldn’t confront Liv about this, especially since she was doing nothing wrong and nothing official about the mysterious figure had been released by authorities. It had only made a gossip section in the Daily Bugle once, but everyone wrote it off as the unsubstantiated piece of fiction it probably was. Peter hated that the Bugle was now being more known as a tabloid, but they always appreciated a few extra photos from him every now and then. Peter arrived back at Felicia’s apartment right as the sun was going down, but not quite dusk yet. He slid open the glass pane balcony door to see the big-hipped Black Cat playing a fighting game with a lot of the Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four and a handful of rogues. Oddly enough, Felicia was playing against herself with a pair of the arms holding a controller, and the arms were putting up a decent fight. Felicia’s other two arms were reaching for a packet of cookies on the kitchen counter while the other arm waved a chocolate chip cookie right at mouth level as the cat burglar spread herself over the couch.
“Who’s winning?” Spider-Man asked as he took off his mask and leaned over the fat thief.
“It’s odd,” Felicia said as she remained fixated and clicked a few more buttons for a combo, “Everytime I want to do better, they let me. But when I want an actual game, they kick my fat butt!” Peter chuckled as he massaged her right shoulder.
“If you win this, maybe I’ll feed you,” Peter offered as he bent down to kiss Felicia’s chubby cheek.
“Smooth, Parker. I think Red might want to show you what she’s been using her arms for. Careful you don’t get squished by her, Spider.” Peter laughed as he walked to the bedroom to his bigger girlfriend. Upon opening that door and dodging some dirty clothes strewn around the floor, Peter looked up to see MJ climbing the wall and hanging from the ceiling.
“Are you trying to put me out of a job, babe?” he asked before leaping onto the ceiling and using his hands to hang and wrapped an arm around the fat redhead.
“Well, Felicia gave me a few ideas and tips on how to use these,” MJ said slyly, “And a few more creative ones…”
“That evil thief,” Peter said, trying to match the deviousness of the bigger woman, “I would tell you not to listen to her, but I keep doing that too.” The two shared a kiss up in the air before gently descending to the floor, Peter wrapped up in MJ’s real, pale, flabby arms.
“Have I told you how much I love the both of you?” Peter asked as he leaned into the redhead’s soft, plushy fat, feeling the warmth of the embrace.
When Octavius called to check in with how Felicia and Mary Jane were doing with her project, a plan was formed that the three large women should meet somewhere for a constructive lunch. Liv was disappointed to hear that Peter couldn’t come, but MJ knew that prisoner transfer to the RAFT was always a hard day for her little Spider-Man. After promising that yes, he would be careful, no, he wouldn’t die and maybe, he’d make the evening news. Peter took off into the New York skyline towards the bay.
“Yeesh, RAFT days used to be one of the best for a girl like me,” Felicia said as she put a black tank top on, “No way he’d be distracted from supervillains, so plenty of time for me to visit a museum. Or several. Depends what was in town and if I could squeeze through the air ducts.” The cat thief plucked a pair of sunglasses as she looked herself over in a full-body mirror. The silver-haired woman made something as drab and unimaginative as a tank top and sweatpants look good.
“I’m amazed you even found bottoms that could get over that dump truck ass, Cat,” MJ teased as she picked out an XXXL-sized ‘I Heart NY’ t-shirt. The redhead couldn’t see the burglar’s initial reaction as she put the oversized garment on but knew Felicia was fuming as she waited for a response.
“At least I don’t need to buy a tent for a shirt!” Felicia snapped back playfully, “And even then you still can’t fit it over that wrecking ball gut!” A snarky little hand grabbed the underside of MJ’s belly, causing the redhead to blush a hue as red as her poofy hair.
“Come on, Liv’s gonna be wondering where we are,” MJ said as both large women tried to squeeze through the apartment’s door. Twenty minutes later, they entered into the Chinese buffet that they agreed on with Octavius. MJ and Felicia looked around, but they couldn’t see the immense engineer either filling a plate or annihilating a booth’s seat under her tonnage.
“Let’s find somewhere to sit, maybe a small plate,” Felicia said inquisitively, raising a narrow eyebrow.
“We can wait for her, I bet it won’t take too long,” MJ rationalized as she tried to fit her blubbery body into the narrow space between the wide comfy seat and the table. She could feel the edge dig into her center of mass as she saw Felicia’s massive hips and thighs roll over her bench like a pale tide of flab. Five minutes later of each girl tapping their belly and rubbing their thighs, the colossal doctor’s belly breached through the main door of the buffet, the mass of pale flesh sloshing around wildly. After a few seconds of repeated struggling forward, the large form of Dr. Olivia Octavius appeared, drenched in sweat, cheeks red from embarrassment, huffing and puffing like she ran a marathon. She waddled over to the table where MJ and Felicia set themselves up before grabbing three extra chairs so she could sit at the narrow end of the table.
“You look… well, doctor,” MJ said trying to be cheerful as Liv brought her weight down to her seats.
“I… apologize, whew, for my… appearance,” Octavius panted out as she wiped sweat off her brow.
“All good, I know how hard it is to lug around a bit of extra weight,” Felicia said as she took a sip of soda she had gotten while waiting.
“The arms… help. I should not have… pretended to be… Spider-Man… coming over here.” As Liv puffed with that sentence, MJ and Felicia could see the telltale sign of her back pack of arms. They were contained for the moment, but Liv’s hair was done up in her messy beehive that did look similar to an octopus’ head, and a pair of goggles were tied up in the mess.
“That’s… a unique way of using them,” MJ said nervously.
“It’s all down to the creativity of the user,” Felicia added, “I got some great use out of them this past week.”
“Speaking of, did you bring Mr. Parker’s research notes about your experiences?” Octavius asked as the silver haired woman produced a notebook and slid it across the table as the obese brunette tucked it into her outgrown jacket. Octavius ran a hand over her massive gut as she sat back.
“So, what’s next for you and this little project?” MJ asked as she scooched out to gather a plate or two of Chinese food.
“Taking your recommendations and advice, as well as any from Parker. Forgive me, but do you know what he’s up to today? I’ve noticed he has an… infrequent schedule.”
“He’s helping his aunt with some volunteer work,” MJ cut in, hopefully with a good excuse.
“Such a dutiful young man,” Octavius responded.
“Heh, the one word missing in his vocabulary is ‘no,’” Felicia remarked, “Anytime I need something, he drops everything for me.”
“Speaking of needing something, I’m starving and this is a buffet, not a lounge,” MJ said, finally dislodging herself from in between the table and seat. Felicia did the same as Liv switched on her arms and the bottom two emerged sneakily. As MJ and Felicia filled up their plates with wontons, noodles, egg rolls, stir fry and General Tso’s chicken, the two octopi-like arms did the same, eventually packing two plates full for their mistress as they slinked back to her, just as the other two returned to their seats.
“I love this place,” Liv said as her two giant plates of Asian cuisine were arranged in front of her.
“Heh, as much as you can eat for what, twenty dollars?” Felicia asked, “Basically robbery.”
“How would you know that dear?” Mary Jane asked as she bit into an eggroll.
“I’m sorry?” Octavius asked as she shoveled a spoonful of shrimp fried rice into her mouth.
“Just a joke, Liv,” Felicia said, trying to seem like a normal person instead of New York’s biggest cat burglar, “You ever have roommates? They always accuse you of stealing their stuff. Especially snacks.”
“She thinks she’s so sneaky too,” MJ said as she smiled toward the thief who rolled her eyes.
“I’ve never really had to deal with a roommate, or anyone,” Liv murmured as she poked at some noodles.
“Shut-in or no friends?” Felicia asked as tore a wonton in half with her teeth.
“Dedicated to my work. I didn’t distract myself with other people in college.”
“If you ever just want to hang out after work just call us,” MJ offered, “I think you’re very interesting.”
“That just means she wants to try and get as fat as you,” Felicia interrupted as she grinned deviously, like the Cheshire Cat. The remark made the big octopus-like doctor blush violently, but she smiled, failing to hide her embarrassment.
“I… wouldn’t mind that…” Liv said meekly as the other two big but smaller women laughed. The three of them proceeded to attack their food viciously. After destroying their plates, two in Liv’s case, the trio unwedged themselves from their booths and managed to leave the restaurant before the door frames had to be widened.
“I don’t know about you two, but I’m feeling like we should go for burgers,” Felicia announced, “Definitely pizza after that. Got any ideas, Liv?” The big blubbery engineer’s eyes darted around nervously. She certainly never had anyone ask for her opinions on where to stuff themselves before.
“I believe there was a sandwich shop on 5th Avenue that’s supposed to be good,” the doctor allowed, waiting for the other fatties’ affirmation.
“I’ve heard of that place, I’ve wanted to try it for a while,” Mary Jane said, which made the bigger woman beam.
“Now this is how you have a girl’s night out Liv,” Felicia said sultrily as she wrapped an arm around the shyer woman’s shoulder, “Just three fat chicks getting bigger!”
“You’ll enjoy it, I promise,” Mary Jane said as she waddled beside Liv and jiggled her even bigger belly with her left hand. Dr. Olivia Octavius was a woman more accustomed to dealing with zeroes and ones, but she definitely did not mind having to deal with these two big bombshell beauties.