In the present day December 14th, 2018 Diana stretched her arms while she waited for her coffee to be made. Stretching was always a welcomed sensation as the lard on her upper arms shook to a flow. Stretched up in the air Diana’s hairy pits were on display. Taking a deep breath she started to move, putting on a yellow top that hugged her folds and the bottom most roll of her tummy stuck out. Underwear next, having been worn the previous day. Each time Diana lifted a leg the jello behind her greek tanned legs jiggled. They shook until they were around Diana’s ample waist, a folds spilling over on the side in a muffin top.

 Wiping the morning due from her eyes she looked at her backyard. A simple one story farmhouse with acheres upon acheres of land. There were definite benefits to being an immortal. She had purchased this plot of land nearly over a hundred years ago and it had been leant down to various descendents, her various aliases, Lynda Carter, Lucy Lawless, Keri Russell among others. It was, how the expression goes? A Fortress of Solitude? Or something much less dramatic, home away from home. She’s been a fixture in this small town for quite some time, barely anyone questioned it. She was just a daughter visiting. Remarkably good genes.

 She was nowhere to be found and the Greek goddess could let her hair down. What to do first thing in the morning? The vibrating sensation in her flabby stomach made her decision for her. Her refrigerator was stacked with elk meat. Since finally settling down Diana had come to appreciate sport and the ritual of hunting for food, especially because she didn’t use a single power, hunting like a man.

 She took two skills and put them on the stove, firing them up. Cracking open a few eggs she dumped them in a glass and added full milk before whisking them around. A drop of butter on both frying pans and poured the scrambled eggs into one and dropped a fatty piece of elk steak.

 Diana smiled pleasantly to herself as she added herbs from her garden into the cooking eggs and sprinkled spices onto the steak. As reached over to prepare another frying pan for her sausage and bacon she found her stomach pushing against the oven. The upper part of the oven was absorbed into Diana’s softness.

 “Goodness me” Diana chuckled at her belly touching the stove and noted how her round arms shook. Taking a step back Dinan looked down at her belly, seeing that she could barely see her feet anymore. Out of curiosity she went to the bathroom and got on the scale.

 The needle swooshed to 300 pounds and was jammed in the corner.

 “I suppose it’s been a long time coming.” Diana remarked as she stepped down, making the brown tan cellulite of her thighs wobble. Clutching her stomach, there was no doubt she had flabby belly and her face, although plump and rounding out any points, had a true elegance to it.

 Still, 300 pounds was quite the shock. At some point she had just decided to let go and it all led to this.

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 It was United States Air Force pilot Steve Trevor crashing on Themyscira that forced Diana to leave her paradise island and confront a mere mortal who felt himself superior to everyone and everything, and that had brought the world into a war.

 It was in this war that she revealed herself to the world as Wonder Woman. Fighting side by side with Steve she explored the world of Man and was marveled by its progress in eliminating diseases and having the potential to reach the stars, while at the same time horrified by man’s capacity for hate and cruelty.

 Time went on and the Second World War ended. Steve Trevor and Diana parted ways, with Diana returning to Themyscira a warrior princess. However, the peace that had been won did not last as the world was split into east and west, the start of what became known as the Cold War.

 In 1970 the United States approached Diana to once more fight for them, as part of the Intra-Agency Defense Command. It was through there that she met Steve Trevor’s son Steve Jr. and worked with him as Wonder Woman as she did with his father.

 But over time Diana started to become jaded. The Cold War seemed entirely petty to her and with each marxist republic she toppled she wondered what the point was, what were they fighting for. It seemed entirely meaningless, a war of ideologies.

 Still, Diana pressed on as the years passed until New Years Eve 1989, where she was sipping a glass of champagne while the IADC watched the ball about to fall from the fancy hotel the agency had rented all for them. As the minutes were counting down to 1990 Diana was tired.

 Steve Jr. approached her “It was a wonderful year. The Warsaw Pact blew up, the Wall came down. Communism is failing, it’ll only be matter of time till the USSR breaks entirely.”

 Diana took a curt sip, “Too much blood has been spilled in this so called Cold War. What was it all for?”

 “Diana…” Steve didn’t know what to say, but Diana continued, “I don’t think my faith in Man can get any lower.” Diana poured her champagne into a potted plant as she said, “When the the ball falls and the year is 1990 I will officially declare my retirement from the IADC and from being Wonder Woman.”

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 “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 As the balloons fell and the joyous celebrations were had Diana gave Steve her badge and walked away without saying a word.

 The start of the 1990’s was difficult, creating a new identity always is, right down to a new social security number After some major thinking she came up with Gal Gadot. The first thing a newly invented person needed to have was a job and Diana, or rather Gal, took on bottom of the ladder food maker.

 It was a curious thing for a such a beautiful woman like ‘Gal’ to even wanting such a position at a place like Taco WIz, but Diana was hired and put to work. It was a life changing moment for the Amazonian. It allowed her to be on the same level as the common people, working like them, living like them.

 Races and creeds were united by the food, and seeing them all getting fat in the process. It was a unifier, a guiding light to lead a world that was already undergoing rotundity.

 Fat will lead us to peace.

 It was a philosophy that would stay with Dina a long, long time.

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 By the mid-late 90’s a customer came to the counter. Diana, in her mustard yellow uniform, flash a beautiful smile showing grace “Welcome to Taco Whiz, what can we do for you today?”

 However the customer looking back at her was her sister Donna Troy.

 “Are you still working at this place?” Donna asked, embarrassed that Princess Diana of Themyscira, Daughter of Hippolyta would be lowered to such a state.

 Diana smirked at her clone,”I’m enjoying my retirement. I’m getting in touch with the world of the Patriarchy. My break is about to start, why don’t you go take a seat and I’ll bring your meal over.”

 Donna took her seat and was amazed at the change working in such a place had brought onto her sister.

 Dressed in a yellow skirt and a yellow blouse Diana was more like a diner girl, let alone a superhero or a princess. She already had been blessed by a figure of the pure femininity, but the tacos and enchiladas Diana had ordered every lunch break added it’s contributions to her femininity by inflating them. Her shapely legs grew thicker , while her stomach had remained trim, just a touch of softness could be placed around her tummy and her hips struggled with the bottom, she could hardly close the clasp of her skirt. Diana was already well endowed by her very nature, but now her heaving breasts were threatening to burst a button off her top, she was an accident waiting to happen.

 “Now what brings you here? Aside for your amusement?”

Donna smiled kindly, “Because I wanted to see my sister.”

The two got up for a hug but when Diana bent over she felt her bra snap.

“Oh no…”

“Diana what’s wrong?”

“My clasp snapped.”

“Haha!” Donna couldn’t help but laugh, she could now see how her blouse became much bigger.

“Donna Troy this is serious.”

“It was going to happen eventually with those knockers of yours. Quit having lunch here or you’re going to explode out of your uniform. Or at least cut back a little. Okay?”

 Diana took Donna’s words to heart, after her wardrobe malfunction she paid more attention to her figure. Part of what helped was changing identities again, this time she changed her identity to Lynda Carter and became a curator at a museum, thanks in part to her long life of knowledge. Being in a professional setting kept Diana on her feet and she gradually lost the weight she put on.

 As the 90’s passed and entered the 2000s the world’s obesity epidemic grew and grew. America was still number one in global corpulence, but the rest of the world was catching up. This did not escape Diana’s notice, especially when the developing world started to creep up into the top ten.

 The developing world where famine and hunger was the way of life was in some parts being replaced by fatness and full bellies. While the majority of the world saw concern Diana saw…hope. Seeing formerly impoverished nations industrialize and it’s population grow soft and flabby meant that a degree of prosperity was taking place, and the only destination prosperity would go was towards peace.

 It was inspiring to her and made her feel more than a little nostalgic, recalling the early 90s and her own little weight gain. Thinking back on it made her smile. She could remember the feeling of her softening stomach and how sensational it felt. It was so different from her familiar abs.

 Fatness was just about a taboo for the warrior mentality of the amazons and it strangely felt liberating to have committed such a so called taboo and to have nothing come from it.

 The thought was there. The feeling was there. Should she do it? Was she really thinking about it? She didn’t purposefully break the taboo last time, but this time…well, nothing came out of it the last time, right?

 Diana chuckled.

 Yes, she was going to do it

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 There were two big taboos in Themyscira.

 Lazy idleness was a taboo to the Amazons. Just laying away doing nothing, it went against the warrior way. It was perceived in their culture that not helping your fellow woman when there was need was immoral and wrong. Wonder Woman carried that ideal with her, but when Diana had retired Wonder Woman, she retired that ideal as well.

 She was absolutely reveling in being lazy. It felt like such a novelty, to behave in such a slothful manner. She often spent weeks wearing the same pajamas all day long, only changing into real clothes when she had to go out or go to work.

 The sensation, the very concept, of doing nothing really was something to Diana. lazing and passively eating what she wanted like the princess she was. Having the biggest decisions be whether to take another nap or have another snack.

 While Diana slothed about she was also packing on the pounds.

 Gluttony was another major taboo. In the big picture Diana never got even remotely fat, just the tiniest bit chubby, but this was due to her Amazon nature. It wasn’t easy for Amazon’s ro get fat.

 To be fat in Themyscira was repulsive because of the implication of JUST HOW MUCH a woman would have to eat just to be seen as fat in an island of warriors. It grossed many out to think the amount of effort that would be needed to maintain something like a gut.

 Needless to say Diana was certainly putting in the effort

 Those years earlier Diana wasn’t even trying to get fat, it just happened as a consequence of her environment. Her working environment was way different with the museum, so Diana had to improvise. On the way to work each morning she would eat a dozen donuts, becoming a recurring customer to the immigrant baker that appreciated the beautiful young women’s business so early in the morning. She kept candy in her purse, and ate fast food after work every day.

 She couldn’t remember what her previous high had been, but her first weigh in after her first month of pigging out had left her at a chubby 140. Upon learning her weight Diana looked herself over in her mirror. She was certainly as chubby as years before, maybe even bigger. The number on the scale gave her new found tubbiness a tangible feeling. Her face, breasts, and butt were all rounder, fuller, and softer than before. Meanwhile Diana’s waist was soft and robust with a pot belly forming, while her thighs were getting thicker and her upper arms started to get flabby.

 Seeing such a change in her body, going from firm to soft, was amusing to Diana. Poking her pot belly Diana nodded to herself in affarimation, “I’m getting soft and fat.” She turned her back to the mirror and looked behind her. Her back had two small rolls that she reached behind and pinched. “I’m becoming the size of an average woman in this society. It feels…nice.”

 Yes, it did feel nice to Diana, nice enough that even though she was now larger than she was ten years ago she didn’t feel like she had to stop. She could continue on, and continue on she did.

It was a very pleasant time eating and getting fat. She could have all the chocolate she wanted, and with the way her body worked that meant she needed all she could get. Chocolate every day, something cheesy every lunch, something rich and decadent every dinner.

 When Diana ate out at restaurants and buffets she didn’t care about the stares of the other patrons and how they gazed at the chubby but beautiful young woman with plates and plates of rich fattening food. She could imagine what they must be thinking, “You’re so beautiful despite being so chubby, stop righting right now or you’ll get FAT!”

 Imagining that only made Diana take bigger bites, it encouraged her to get even fatter. More pasta, more bread, more cheese, more meat. Her choice of food ranged from fancy to the trashy fast food she had worked with, and her tastes usually aligned with the later. She really did enjoy going fast food hopping, from place to place she went out to eat, savoring the subtle differences each place had. It was amazing to her how so many places could make something like french fries so different.

 Over time as she gained her clothes grew increasingly tight, her work clothes hugging her newfound jellyrolls. In some ways Diana enjoyed the tightness, it emphasized certain features such as her growing ass, the outline of her crack could be made out through the fabric of her grey slacks. The general feeling of tightness was also appealing to her, how it constrained and gripped her, the binding feeling was almost erotic to her like a form of bondage.

 Of course this came with it’s own challenges.

 There were many times during work that a wardrobe malfunction would happen. Diana would be walking through the museum while noshing on a cream cheese coated bagel and a button would randomly pop off her pants, shooting a few inches from her and falling on the ground.

 Popping her buttons always filled Diana with enormous amounts of embarrassment, she would always hastily scrape the discarded button off the floor and hurry back to her office to hide for the rest of the day.

 It was a complex emotion, what she felt when she popped her buttons. There was shame, but that shame was also mixed with a sense of…excitement. The sensation of popping, so sudden, sent shivers down Diana’s spine.

 It wasn’t just her pants that she was popping buttons off. Her well endowed bust was routinely popping her blouses, her shirts just could not contain all of her great big breasts. Sometimes she would be eating at her desk when a button would pop off her chest and land on her table. Once more she would be forced to stay inside her office and hide for the rest of the day.

 But the worst thing was when she would rip her pants.

 It occurred almost more often than her button popping, and increased as she piled on the pounds. Her burgeoning ass stretched the constitution of the fabric, stressing it and pulling it over the widening expanse of her butt. All the tugging and pulling the extreme curves of her bottom pushed the fabric to it’s limit until it could take no more and give out, tearing down a line like an invisible scalpel through metaphorical flesh.

 The instance of her ripping clothes made Diana even more embarrassed than when she popped her buttons because it was much harder to hide and it occured when she least expected it. Bending over was a no no and she had to be careful just sitting down. Sitting down alone was enough for her to burst out of her britches, when she would sit her flabby ass would spread out and add way too much pressure on her stressed pants.

 Yes, Diana was growing fast and soon the Amazon princess reached 240 pounds. She was officially fat, no longer merely chubby and that fact was a startling thing for Diana. Her face had grown increasingly rounder, her high cheekbones were hidden under a blanket of face chub and she now had a double chin.

 The sensation of having a double chin was something else entirely to Diana, she looked completely different with it. She was fascinated by it, constantly playing with it. She would pinch the dangling roll and jiggle it between her fingers and other times she would try and lift her head as far as she could to see if it could go away. To her amazement it never did.

 Her belly was now starting to be reclaimed by gravity’s pull, it sagged down over her pubic line when she stood. Her arms, once buff and muscular like a proud Amazonian warrior were now round and flabby, her upper arms had quite a bit of sag to them when stretched out, she had achieved full on bingo wings.

 Her breasts were bloated sacks of flesh, they were heavy and sagged down on her tummy, with her porky nipples pointing towards the ground. She required a bra that she had to order over the internet, she was far too much of a big girl for the average fat girl shop to get her needs met.

 Her thighs had exploded in girth, truly becoming thunder thighs they rubbed together at the upper most part and jiggled at the slightest movement. Her ass was more than flabby now, it filled the largest of the big girl panties she could find. Saddle bags had formed and she was also getting coated in a layer of cellulite.

 “I am fat.” Her reflection in the mirror talked back to her while examining her body. She didn’t say it in a pouting sort of disappointment, but rather a sense that this was a fact.

 Reaching down and jiggling the creamy soft part of her inner thighs she smiled, “It’s ironic, I now feel more womanly than I ever did while part of an island of women.”

 Her hands held her breasts, they spilled over her palms. Weighing them in her hands they felt heavy and full. She looked at her reflection and smiled. Yes, she was fat and she would enjoy every second of it.

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 It was a bold statement, to say that you were proud of being fat, that you were actually enjoying being soft and heavy.

 Diana’s resolve continued to be tested by her increasing girth but she was not going to stop doing what was making her happy. She would tackle any obstacle her obesity threw at her. One such example of this was when she had to meet her sister Donna Troy and Cassie, the current Wonder Girl and teenage daughter of Zeus.

 She went to meet them at the local buffet and both girls were shocked when they saw Diana approach them.

 At this time Diana reached a point in her weight gain that she had begun to waddle. Her thunderous thighs were overly bloated and brushed against the other, forcing the corpulent princess to shuffle left and right. Her white capri style leggings hugged her fleshy legs like sausage casing and her cellulite dimples could be seen through the material. For a top she chose a simple red tank top that showed the entirety of her round flabby bingo wing laden arms, and the heft of her gut was outlined in the top.

 Donna was speechless seeing her sister’s obesity on display, but Cassie grew a huge grin.

 “Diana!” The blonde teenage bombshell lunged at her in a big hug. She couldn’t stop smiling as she swooned, “Look at you!” She poked and prodded various fatty bits like her upper arms, the rolls on her back, and especially her tummy. “You look amazing Diana, you’re like, a woman’s woman.” Her hands traced Diana’s hips, marveling at the wide curvature, “You’re like

incarnate, heheehsh!” Cassie’s eagar laugh ended in a snort, a rare glimpse into the prom queen’s true nature of a mythology nerd.

 Diana blushed, not expecting this response from the teenager. However unexpected it was it wasn’t unappreciated, Diana returned the hug, chuckling “Hmhm, it’s good to see you too.”

 Donna remained speechless, she didn’t know how to respond to just how obese her sister was. She decided not to comment on it, opting instead to give her sister a hug and lead them into the buffet

 In the buffet Donna and Cassie were amazed by how much food Diana was piling on, in particular pieces of fried chicken and the collection of mashed potatoes she was smothering onto her plate. The girls were even more stunned at how Diana kept going back and forth, bringing more plates of food to the table from the buffet line. Finally when Diana was finished and settled she had four pieces of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, three slices of pizza, a hefty helping of spaghetti and meatballs, five tacos, and a massive bowl of banana pudding.

 Cassie was gobsmacked, she couldn’t believe a woman could eat all that food, “Jeez Diana, you’re really hungry, huh?”

 “I’ve let myself go.” Diana nonchalantly said as she started on the pizza first, dipping the slices into the marinara sauce of the meatballs.

 Donna looked inquisitive, “Yeah, we can tell. I didn’t want to say anything, but you’ve put on a lot of weight. Why though?”

 Diana forked a big mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before answering “I feel more in tune with the mortals like this. The mortals are growing fatter with every year, I should blend in better, right?”

 Donna chuckled, “Yeah you sure are resembling the average American woman now. But, is this really what you want?”

 Diana looked at her feast before her and then at her big belly and gave a slight smile.

 “It is. I’m not going to stop, not yet at least. I’m just having way too much of a good time eating what I want.”

 Donna watched her sister tear into a chicken leg with two big bites, cleaning the bone. She put her chin to her left hand and smirked the kind of amused grin whenever her sister did something to amaze her. “If you say so sis. Gotta hand it to you though, Cassie’s right. You’re very beautiful, even as a fat woman.” She touched her sister’s plump hand and rubbed her dimpled knuckles with her thumb. “You really are like Aphrodite. You’re practically glowing. The curve of your hips, your breasts…needless to say I’m jealous!”

 Cassie blushed, nodding as well, “Yeah Diana, you’re hot. No other way to say it.”

 Diana couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh wow! Hahah, I don’t know if I can handle being compared to Aphrodite.” She then stopped laughing and smiled kindly at them, “I’m glad you two approve, I know this is unusual. But you girls are my sisters and my friends, and are the two I would most want to understand me.”

 Donna smiled, “Well I’m glad we all understand each other.” Cassie smirked, “Better eat your food before it’s cold Diana.”

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 One day Diana decided to go out.

 She was curious, just what could she do now that she had put on some substantial amount of weight? 260 had passed by yesterday. It was unusual for an Amazon to grow fat, so out of the ordinary. It was why she wouldn’t fault Donna or Cassie if at any time they thought she was being weird.

 So she went into the open dressed in her old costume. It was staggering what the added weight did to her appearance in her costume.

 Her legs had grown rounder from her calves which were crammed in her boots, to her thunderous thighs that shook as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop in Gateway City, clapping against each other with each jump she took. Her stomach was tucked tight into her suit, it shook and wobbled, slapping against her pelvis at times.

 Entering an abandoned building Diana stretched, bending over forced her breasts to slap against her stomach while her thunder thighs thundered all the way down her calves into her boots.

 She extended her arms out as a burcher showing the finest cut of meat. Two complete hanging sacks of blubber, where once had been Amazonian muscle. The doughy substance had overtaken her own genetics, turning her Amazon body into something degenerate and revolting to their culture. WIth a grunt she started her agility, jumping from beam to beam. Dropping down she found a car and tried to lift it, her big bottom was shoved out as she tried to lit with all her strength. Diana tried and tried, even advenvertly passing gas in frustration. She tried to do a backflip but her rising chest caused by her taxed lungs and a heart that wasn’t used to this at all.

 Diana was out of shape

Falling on her wide rump made her upper part of her body wobble. With her great belly rolls seated as she was Wonder Woman looked like a soft serve ice cream cone. Hardly the so called protector of the world. Falling on her back she know Donna and Cassie would have it. She smiled with confidence.

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 “Buuurp….”

 Diana let out an unladylike burp after she finished her breakfast. It brought herself back down to the present. Looking down at the mess of tummy tubber she gave it a gente rub, cooing at the softness. Far and far it stretched, over her knees in her chair. As she rose Diana started to undress, letting her folds fly out. Stretch marks tracked the thunderous woman down. The world hadn’t ended. It was a time to celebrate. She waddled around the house nude as could be. She grunted and let out a few farts for the heck of it. She was a goddess of pleasure. She grasped an entire chocolate cake and threw back into an easy chair and pushed it back.

 She smothered her face into it, her nose snorted for air and blew chunks out. She opened wider even with her hoggish mouth open, getting more than she could fill. A goddess of pleasure her chocolate covered fingers started to twist her chest while her hand hurried, tried, but there was just too much belly fat for her to reach which only made her excited her, cumming massively and yelling out, forcing the birds to part from the trees.

 This was perfect Diana thought. Quitting Wonder Woman and letting the world to themselves and become one of them was the best she had made.

 Because she was the Goddess of Pleasure.