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DC : Crisis of infinite hunger : Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2025-01-30 11:00:47 +0000 UTCChapter 13 : A tight squeeze
The living room at the Allen residence was filled with the sound of creaks and groans as Barry and Iris shifted uncomfortably in their respective doorways. Both of them were wedged firmly, their softened bodies completely immobile.
Iris let out an exaggerated sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair from her face. “I swear, if Wally takes his time getting here...”
Barry leaned his head against the frame, exhaling. “I'm sure he’s not far now…”
As if on cue, a burst of dark energy erupted in the middle of the apartment, and with it, the Titans arrived. Raven was at the center of the void, arms crossed, looking as indifferent as ever followed by a cheery Starfire. Donna Troy, Nightwing, and Wally West followed through next, though their entrances were far less graceful.
Barry’s eyes widened. He had expected Wally, but seeing the others—seeing them like this—he nearly forgot his own predicament.
Donna led the group with her usual effortless confidence, though her body had clearly changed. Her battle-hardened frame was now buried beneath an undeniably plush softness. Her star-covered suit hugged tightly against her thickened thighs and the heavy swell of her chest.
Beside her, Wally casually slurped on a milkshake, unbothered by how his own uniform was barely containing his bloated midsection, and his thighs, much thicker than before, rubbed together noticeably as he walked.
But it was Nightwing that left Barry momentarily speechless.
The once-agile acrobat’s entire physique had transformed. His hips swayed as he walked, his massive backside barely contained by his reinforced suit. His moobs rested atop his gut, plush yet still perky, and his rounder cheeks had softened his formerly sharp jawline.
Barry blinked hard. "Okay… wow. I—uh. I guess this is karma for Bruce giving me so much grief. He’s gonna lose it when he sees you, Dick."
But Nightwing wasn’t listening. He was too busy tearing into a bag of fast food he’d brought with him, ripping open a wrapper with his teeth before stuffing an entire burger into his mouth. He barely even looked at Barry as he muttered something indistinct between chews.
Barry sighed, shaking his head. Meanwhile, Iris had locked onto Wally, a smirk forming as she took in his softened form.
"Well, well, well," she mused, arms folded as best as they could be against her hefty frame. "Now I see what Barry meant about you not being in any position to judge me. My little nephew is huge!"
Wally raised an eyebrow as he walked closer, apparently seeing Iris in full for the first time. He let out a low whistle. “Whoa, Aunt Iris, you’re really stuck in there, huh?”
Iris’s eye twitched. “Oh, you think? If you can stop gawking for five seconds, maybe help me!”
Donna and Nightwing reluctantly made their way toward the kitchen to help, but even that proved to be a challenge. Nightwing’s wide hips nearly brushed both sides of the hallway, while Donna’s thickened thighs made maneuvering the small space a little trickier than she’d like to admit.
“I’ll check her from behind,” Nightwing muttered as he positioned himself behind Iris, planting his gloved hands on her wide hips. Donna stood beside him, momentarily distracted.
“Wait,” Donna said, eyeing the leftover containers on the counter. “Is that Chinese? Or pizza?” She wrinkled her nose as she opened a box. “Or both?”
“Guys?” Iris growled. “I’m right here. Still stuck. Maybe don’t steal my food?”
Her words went unheard as Nightwing, similarly entranced by the scent, took a step toward the counter. “I mean, she’s not eating it right now…”
Fuming, Iris yelled at them from the kitchen doorway. “Get me out of here first! I swear, the moment I’m free—!”
Meanwhile, back in the hallway, Starfire had stationed herself behind Barry, her eyes filled with her usual well-meaning determination.
“Do not worry, Barry. I will assist you.”
“Wait, Kory, hold on—”
But before Barry could protest, she placed both hands firmly on his expansive backside and pushed.
Barry groaned, his body wobbling embarrassingly as he struggled against the frame.
“Star, stop!” Raven barked, stepping forward. “I can just expand the door—”
POP.
Barry shot forward like a cork from a bottle, crashing straight into Raven, pinning her against the wall.
Raven let out an annoyed grunt, her hood falling back as she found herself momentarily trapped under Barry’s weight. A faint energy sparked between them—unnoticed by either of them in the chaos.
As Barry pulled himself off of Raven, Starfire stepped into the living room, blinking as a sudden and overwhelming hunger overtook her. The scent of Barry’s leftover takeout was intoxicating, and her mind went blank as she devoured his fries without hesitation.
Barry turned just in time to see her begin munching on the fries.
“Wait—hey! I was saving that!” Barry protested.
But Barry’s protests fell on deaf ears. Starfire was already reaching for more, moaning softly as she savored the greasy, carb-filled delights. Her belly let out a deep gurgle, and she instinctively pressed a hand to her midsection.
Raven, standing off to the side, found herself staring at the greasy fast food as well. Her stomach growled loudly. No. No, no, no, don’t give in, she told herself, but the cravings were all-consuming.
Before she could stop herself, her hand snatched up a burger. Unwrapping it with shaking fingers before taking a huge bite.
Barry’s eyes widened in disbelief. “seriously?!”
But Raven barely even registered his protest. The moment the greasy burger hit her tongue, the rational part of her mind vanished. Hunger took over, and before she knew it, she was devouring it with reckless abandon.
Iris groaned from across the room. “Excuse me! Still stuck!”
Barry huffed. “Fine, Wally, grab an arm. On three.”
Both speedsters braced themselves, pulling at Iris together. But she barely budged.
“We need extra hands,” Barry admitted. “Dick? Donna?”
Donna still stuffing herself in the kitchen sighed dramatically, looking at Nightwing. “Cmon "Boy Wonder", you’re the leader.”
Dick sighed, setting his food down before waddling toward Iris. "Fine, fine, I’ll do it."
The first attempt was… pitiful.
Nightwing tried—he really did. He planted his hands on Iris's lower back and pushed, his softened form jiggling slightly from the effort. His breath grew labored almost instantly, and after a few seconds, he had to take a step back, rubbing his lower back dramatically.
"Okay," he panted, looking at Donna. "You're the Amazon. You do it."
Donna snorted, rolling her eyes. “Men. Can’t do anything right.” She stuffed the last bit of her donut she was eating into her mouth, swallowed, and then effortlessly shoved Iris free with a single push.
Iris stumbled forward, catching herself against the counter. She adjusted her rumpled shirt, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “Took you long enough.”
Wally grinned. “Well, that definitely worked up an appetite.”
“I was about to say,” Nightwing added. “Raven, portal to Big Belly Burger?”
Usually Raven would kick up a fuss. But the growing hunger inside her compelled her to flick her hands around conjuring the dark void portal opening instantly.
"Wait—wait, hold up!" Iris called suddenly. "Raven, since you’re in such a helpful mood, mind widening our doorframes before you leave?"
Raven inhaled slowly, her hunger-laced temper simmering just below the surface. But she nodded. She waved her hand lazily. With an incantation and a flourish of glowing energy, the house’s doors stretched, cracking outward until the frames were broader and easily passable by even the most rotund hero.
"There. You're welcome."
Before anyone else could say another word, she stepped through the portal with an alarming eagerness.
"Alright, are we finally good to go?" Nightwing asked.
“I am very hungry,” Starfire admitted.
Nightwing smirked, striking a pose. “Titans, GO!”
With that, the group hurried through the portal.
Wally lingered, giving Barry a nod. “You good?”
Barry nodded back. “Yeah. Go.”
As the portal closed, Iris turned to Barry. “I can’t believe they ate everything.”
Barry shrugged. “At least we’re free.”
Iris leaned closer. “Hmm, so, Mr Allen—about those dinners you owe me. Think it’s time to cash those in?”
Barry chuckled. “Fine. You got me there.”
