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Two armed men struggled out of the Greenville branch of the First National Bank, weighed down with heavy canvas sacks. They shuffled to a stop at the sidewalk, and one man spun to aim his pistol back through the doors of the bank.

"Stay down!" he shouted through his ski mask. "Nobody get any ideas! Keep those faces against the floor and nobody gets hurt!" Off in the distance, an engine roared.

"Here he comes," the other man said, staring down along the road. "Get ready!" The robbers' getaway vehicle hurtled down the road and screeched to a halt beside the bank, the rear tires of the aging Ford laying thick tracks of black on the asphalt. The driver beckoned them inside with an urgent wave of his arm. One tucked his weapon into the waistband of his pants and began to toss the bags of money into the vehicle.

As they were piling into the vehicle, a short but immensely wide woman smashed into the sidewalk across the street with a resounding thud. The sidewalk cratered and split with the impact. The force shook the ground and wobbled the Ford on its suspension.

The woman's belly was like a bare boulder of flesh, several feet wide, and projecting far up into the air. The was all the robbers could see aside from her legs, covered in the bottom half of a shiny grey jumpsuit and splayed out towards the car. The distended woman seemed motionless, possibly dead.

"What the--" the driver said. "Did I just see a giant whale fall from the sky!?"

The woman stirred, and her thick thighs began to flail, toes questing for purchase on the broken ground like a flipped turtle. "Ow. Oookay, putting on your costume while jumping is not a time saver." She brought her colossal torso to a standing position in an awkward collaboration of palms and feet. Her lower body was clad in a grey, skin-tight jumpsuit, but her gigantic middle was bare. Empty sleeves flapped behind her body. A black bra of a shiny, checkered material contained breasts each larger than her head. She hefted her belly between her arms like an immense sandbag and worked the bodysuit up further north. "Hi guys! It turns out that sleeves are really complicated at two hundred miles per hour!"

"Who are you supposed to be, fatass?"

"My name's Wrecking Ball Girl, Jerkface!" she said. She stamped the ground, rumbling the block and setting off several car alarms. The shockwave propagated through her blonde pigtails. "And I'm not fat, I've got a condition! More importantly, I think maybe you guys didn't use your ATM cards to make that withdrawal!" She snaked each arm into the dangling sleeves and pulled the bodysuit up to her neck. Lines of tension stretched through the suit as she tugged it upwards, the material creaking with the sheer force her enormous gut was exerting on the garment. She took a few steps out of the crater of the sidewalk onto the asphalt, her lips set in a pout.

"You said this damn town didn't have any supers!" the driver growled to the man in the passenger seat.

"Well, apparently I didn't check into the superpowered lardball dossiers, asshole! Go, go!"

The driver swore under his breath and threw the car into gear. He stomped on the accelerator and the car surged forward.

"Hey!" the Wrecking Ball Girl said, voice rising in a squeal. She squatted, legs tensed beneath her bulk, and leaped after the vehicle like a shot from a cannon. Her feet left deep divots in the road surface as she pushed off. She sailed through the intervening space, grabbed hold of the bumper with both hands, and landed fully on her enormous belly with a thud like a piledriver. The car lurched and jerked to a near-stop, metal in the bumper voicing strident complaints. Smoke began to float up from the squealing tires.

She reinforced her grip on the bumper and climbed to her feet. The car continued to drag her down the road an inch by inch. The furrows of crumbling asphalt blooming under her feet left a waterskiing wake frozen in time.

Over the noise of the engine, she yelled, "I didn't say you guys could go yet! We were having a conversation!"

"What the hell! How much does this chick weigh?" Deeply unhappy noises came from the car's motor as the tachometer crept into the red.

"Keep it steady! I'll fix tubby real good!" The robber in the passenger seat hoisted himself out the open window and sat on the car door. He pulled his gun and leveled it at the woman's forehead, dead center between the bouncing pigtails. He pulled the trigger three times, the shots ringing loudly in the narrow canyon of buildings. Wrecking Ball Girl's head jerked back, eyes snapped shut behind her goggles. The sounds of ricochets echoed.

"Ow!" she yelled, releasing the bumper with one hand to scrub at her face with her palm. "Cheezus! You shot me in the face! That was super mean!" She still hung onto the bumper with her other hand. The robber's eyes widened, and he began to aim his gun for another shot.

She picked up the car in both hands, the front tires four feet off the ground. "Stop it, jeez! You! Can't! Just! Shoot! People! In! The! Face!" she said, each word punctuated by banging the vehicle against the street. The men inside howled as they rattled like beans inside a maraca. The man sitting on the door tumbled to the road and made a frantic crawl away from the bouncing vehicle. The sound of sirens began to rise in the background.

The man that had fallen out of the car shouted, "Man, bail!" He picked himself up off the road and began to flee. The other two men each flung a door open and lurched into wobbly sprints down the road, carrying bags and trailing a few dollar bills. Wrecking Ball Girl paused with her mouth open, glancing back and forth between the three fleeing men. She dropped the car and it collapsed into a wreck, laying there on the road like a swatted spider.

"C'mon, you guys! Don't make me run!" she yelled at their retreating backs. "Mr. Lewis at the transportation department gets, like, seriously sad when I run on the roads! Guys?" She watched them reach the end of the block and turn right into an alleyway. She let out a deep sigh. "I tried..."

She took awkward steps forward, her knees forced through an unnatural waddle to avoid the vast, dense sphere of her belly. The mincing steps each left a faint footprint in the asphalt. She began to accelerate as her belly picked up momentum. The careful waddles evolved into bounding as she gained speed, each foot sinking in the road up to her ankle on impact. Within a few moments she was charging after the criminals like a pigtailed freight train.

Wrecking Ball Girl began to slow to a stop and lean into a turn as she approached the alleyway. But with an accompanying, "Aw, nerts, not again!" she almost immediately skidded and plowed through the brick wall of the building on the opposite corner like it was made of children's blocks. Her sizable behind wiggled as she extracted herself with care. "That was so my bad! Geez!" she said. She dusted the rubble off her flanks and turned to face down the alleyway and spotted the fleeing robbers.

"Stop, you guys!" she yelled. She took a single step into the alleyway...and felt the snug pressure of both walls against either side of her round belly. "Uh oh." She bit her lip and her gaze went back and forth between the running criminals and her belly.

"I'm sorry mister architect!" she wailed, charging into motion again. She forced her belly into the alleyway by sheer power, the walls bowing as her belly plowed through the narrow space. Masonry rattled and people inside the buildings yelled in alarm as she labored through the alley with a continuous rumble.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she said, the words tumbling out in a litany of embarrassment.

Even with the drag of her sides on the walls, Wrecking Ball Girl was slowly catching up. She plunged out the other side of the alley thirty feet behind the three robbers. They cast stunned glances over their shoulders, and their run faltered. The immense woman was wearing a seriously put-upon pout.

"The city is going to be so mad at me, you guys! Just put your hands up, okay?" The sound of approaching sirens continued to grow louder.

In response, one robber fired a wild shot back at her, the bullet zooming past in a near miss that flicked her bangs. She squealed in aggravation.

"You guys are being jerks! Do you think it’s fun to run in Kevlar undies? It chafes, like, a super lot!" She leaped forward, landing a few feet behind the fleeing men. The shockwave of her four-ton impact pitched all three men into a stumble. She reached to her limits past her belly and seized two of the men by the scruff of their collars. She lifted each of them one-handed above her belly. The third stuttered to a stop and brought his weapon up, uncertain whether to take the shot and risk hitting his partners.

"Leggo, fatso!" one yelled, squirming and trying to twist around and aim his weapon. The other stamped his feet into her stomach and pushed, trying to get free. She clonked the pair of them together in a collision that forced a wheeze from each of them, and they went limp.

The third man glanced between his unconscious colleagues and spun, turning to run.

"Hey! Hold it!" Wrecking Ball Girl said. She thrust out her hips and her massive belly bumped him from behind with a deep thump. The impact knocked him heels over head onto the pavement with a grunt. He lay there, dazed. She held the unconscious men aloft at her sides and took careful steps sideways, her belly aimed to the side to view the ground below the gigantic blind spot of her spherical midsection. She spotted the fallen crook struggling to turn himself over and crawl away.

"Uh-uh!" she said. She took a few steps after him, the two unconscious robbers in her grasp wobbling like bobbleheads. She put one foot to either side of his waist, and then squatted to settle down upon him like a hen. She applied a bare fraction of her weight on him, pinning him in place. Her thighs quivered with the effort of keeping most of her mass lifted off of him in a sustained crouch. "Now, all four of us are gonna wait right here for the poli--"

"Get off!" he said, voice wheezing. "You weigh a ton!"

"Um, more like four, Jerkface! But I'm hardly resting any of it on--"

"Get off!" he gasped, louder. He started to struggle. He pulled one arm free and began to pound on the underside of Wrecking Ball Girl's belly. A hint of color began to creep across her cheeks, and she squirmed. A tremor ran through her thighs. He pounded his fist harder and harder against her underbelly, his fist sinking into the sandbag-like surface.

"Jeez, mister! Quit hitting me t-there!" she said, cheeks flushed bright red. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and her knees shook as she struggled to remain crouched.

"So that's your weak point!" he said in triumph and wriggling to free his other arm from under her bulk. In the shadow below her belly, her flushed face wasn't apparent. "Well, then take this--"

"Nngh...i-it's not my w-weakness, you big jerk, it feels--" she began.

With both hands, the robber began to pummel her underbelly like a punching bag, alternating blows. "If you want this beatdown to stop, all you gotta do is let me loose!"

“N-no, wait!”

The punches to Wrecking Ball Girl’s vast belly squeezed squeals out of her that quickly crept up the scale from embarrased to aroused. The unconscious criminals she'd held aloft tumbled to the ground and she clutched her hands around her wobbling belly. She bit one side of her lower lip and another tremor ran through her legs. Her crouched stance suddenly buckled and she collapsed backwards butt-first onto the legs of the crook underneath her, which responded quite reasonably with muffled popping sounds. The man's yell echoed off the buildings and scattered pigeons. He wriggled feebly.

“Oh, geez!” Red-faced and sweating, Wrecking Ball Girl got her legs under her center of gravity again and lifted her incredible weight off the man. "Uhhhh oh," she said, taking in the scene. "I t-told you not to punch me there! Are you okay? I think the commissioner's gonna be real mad..."

Description

Two armed men struggled out of the Greenville branch of the First National Bank, weighed down with heavy canvas sacks. They shuffled to a stop at the sidewalk, and one man spun to aim his pistol back through the doors of the bank.

"Stay down!" he shouted through his ski mask. "Nobody get any ideas! Keep those faces against the floor and nobody gets hurt!" Off in the distance, an engine roared.

"Here he comes," the other man said, staring down along the road. "Get ready!" The robbers' getaway vehicle hurtled down the road and screeched to a halt beside the bank, the rear tires of the aging Ford laying thick tracks of black on the asphalt. The driver beckoned them inside with an urgent wave of his arm. One tucked his weapon into the waistband of his pants and began to toss the bags of money into the vehicle.

As they were piling into the vehicle, a short but immensely wide woman smashed into the sidewalk across the street with a resounding thud. The sidewalk cratered and split with the impact. The force shook the ground and wobbled the Ford on its suspension.

The woman's belly was like a bare boulder of flesh, several feet wide, and projecting far up into the air. The was all the robbers could see aside from her legs, covered in the bottom half of a shiny grey jumpsuit and splayed out towards the car. The distended woman seemed motionless, possibly dead.

"What the--" the driver said. "Did I just see a giant whale fall from the sky!?"

The woman stirred, and her thick thighs began to flail, toes questing for purchase on the broken ground like a flipped turtle. "Ow. Oookay, putting on your costume while jumping is not a time saver." She brought her colossal torso to a standing position in an awkward collaboration of palms and feet. Her lower body was clad in a grey, skin-tight jumpsuit, but her gigantic middle was bare. Empty sleeves flapped behind her body. A black bra of a shiny, checkered material contained breasts each larger than her head. She hefted her belly between her arms like an immense sandbag and worked the bodysuit up further north. "Hi guys! It turns out that sleeves are really complicated at two hundred miles per hour!"

"Who are you supposed to be, fatass?"

"My name's Wrecking Ball Girl, Jerkface!" she said. She stamped the ground, rumbling the block and setting off several car alarms. The shockwave propagated through her blonde pigtails. "And I'm not fat, I've got a condition! More importantly, I think maybe you guys didn't use your ATM cards to make that withdrawal!" She snaked each arm into the dangling sleeves and pulled the bodysuit up to her neck. Lines of tension stretched through the suit as she tugged it upwards, the material creaking with the sheer force her enormous gut was exerting on the garment. She took a few steps out of the crater of the sidewalk onto the asphalt, her lips set in a pout.

"You said this damn town didn't have any supers!" the driver growled to the man in the passenger seat.

"Well, apparently I didn't check into the superpowered lardball dossiers, asshole! Go, go!"

The driver swore under his breath and threw the car into gear. He stomped on the accelerator and the car surged forward.

"Hey!" the Wrecking Ball Girl said, voice rising in a squeal. She squatted, legs tensed beneath her bulk, and leaped after the vehicle like a shot from a cannon. Her feet left deep divots in the road surface as she pushed off. She sailed through the intervening space, grabbed hold of the bumper with both hands, and landed fully on her enormous belly with a thud like a piledriver. The car lurched and jerked to a near-stop, metal in the bumper voicing strident complaints. Smoke began to float up from the squealing tires.

She reinforced her grip on the bumper and climbed to her feet. The car continued to drag her down the road an inch by inch. The furrows of crumbling asphalt blooming under her feet left a waterskiing wake frozen in time.

Over the noise of the engine, she yelled, "I didn't say you guys could go yet! We were having a conversation!"

"What the hell! How much does this chick weigh?" Deeply unhappy noises came from the car's motor as the tachometer crept into the red.

"Keep it steady! I'll fix tubby real good!" The robber in the passenger seat hoisted himself out the open window and sat on the car door. He pulled his gun and leveled it at the woman's forehead, dead center between the bouncing pigtails. He pulled the trigger three times, the shots ringing loudly in the narrow canyon of buildings. Wrecking Ball Girl's head jerked back, eyes snapped shut behind her goggles. The sounds of ricochets echoed.

"Ow!" she yelled, releasing the bumper with one hand to scrub at her face with her palm. "Cheezus! You shot me in the face! That was super mean!" She still hung onto the bumper with her other hand. The robber's eyes widened, and he began to aim his gun for another shot.

She picked up the car in both hands, the front tires four feet off the ground. "Stop it, jeez! You! Can't! Just! Shoot! People! In! The! Face!" she said, each word punctuated by banging the vehicle against the street. The men inside howled as they rattled like beans inside a maraca. The man sitting on the door tumbled to the road and made a frantic crawl away from the bouncing vehicle. The sound of sirens began to rise in the background.

The man that had fallen out of the car shouted, "Man, bail!" He picked himself up off the road and began to flee. The other two men each flung a door open and lurched into wobbly sprints down the road, carrying bags and trailing a few dollar bills. Wrecking Ball Girl paused with her mouth open, glancing back and forth between the three fleeing men. She dropped the car and it collapsed into a wreck, laying there on the road like a swatted spider.

"C'mon, you guys! Don't make me run!" she yelled at their retreating backs. "Mr. Lewis at the transportation department gets, like, seriously sad when I run on the roads! Guys?" She watched them reach the end of the block and turn right into an alleyway. She let out a deep sigh. "I tried..."

She took awkward steps forward, her knees forced through an unnatural waddle to avoid the vast, dense sphere of her belly. The mincing steps each left a faint footprint in the asphalt. She began to accelerate as her belly picked up momentum. The careful waddles evolved into bounding as she gained speed, each foot sinking in the road up to her ankle on impact. Within a few moments she was charging after the criminals like a pigtailed freight train.

Wrecking Ball Girl began to slow to a stop and lean into a turn as she approached the alleyway. But with an accompanying, "Aw, nerts, not again!" she almost immediately skidded and plowed through the brick wall of the building on the opposite corner like it was made of children's blocks. Her sizable behind wiggled as she extracted herself with care. "That was so my bad! Geez!" she said. She dusted the rubble off her flanks and turned to face down the alleyway and spotted the fleeing robbers.

"Stop, you guys!" she yelled. She took a single step into the alleyway...and felt the snug pressure of both walls against either side of her round belly. "Uh oh." She bit her lip and her gaze went back and forth between the running criminals and her belly.

"I'm sorry mister architect!" she wailed, charging into motion again. She forced her belly into the alleyway by sheer power, the walls bowing as her belly plowed through the narrow space. Masonry rattled and people inside the buildings yelled in alarm as she labored through the alley with a continuous rumble.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" she said, the words tumbling out in a litany of embarrassment.

Even with the drag of her sides on the walls, Wrecking Ball Girl was slowly catching up. She plunged out the other side of the alley thirty feet behind the three robbers. They cast stunned glances over their shoulders, and their run faltered. The immense woman was wearing a seriously put-upon pout.

"The city is going to be so mad at me, you guys! Just put your hands up, okay?" The sound of approaching sirens continued to grow louder.

In response, one robber fired a wild shot back at her, the bullet zooming past in a near miss that flicked her bangs. She squealed in aggravation.

"You guys are being jerks! Do you think it’s fun to run in Kevlar undies? It chafes, like, a super lot!" She leaped forward, landing a few feet behind the fleeing men. The shockwave of her four-ton impact pitched all three men into a stumble. She reached to her limits past her belly and seized two of the men by the scruff of their collars. She lifted each of them one-handed above her belly. The third stuttered to a stop and brought his weapon up, uncertain whether to take the shot and risk hitting his partners.

"Leggo, fatso!" one yelled, squirming and trying to twist around and aim his weapon. The other stamped his feet into her stomach and pushed, trying to get free. She clonked the pair of them together in a collision that forced a wheeze from each of them, and they went limp.

The third man glanced between his unconscious colleagues and spun, turning to run.

"Hey! Hold it!" Wrecking Ball Girl said. She thrust out her hips and her massive belly bumped him from behind with a deep thump. The impact knocked him heels over head onto the pavement with a grunt. He lay there, dazed. She held the unconscious men aloft at her sides and took careful steps sideways, her belly aimed to the side to view the ground below the gigantic blind spot of her spherical midsection. She spotted the fallen crook struggling to turn himself over and crawl away.

"Uh-uh!" she said. She took a few steps after him, the two unconscious robbers in her grasp wobbling like bobbleheads. She put one foot to either side of his waist, and then squatted to settle down upon him like a hen. She applied a bare fraction of her weight on him, pinning him in place. Her thighs quivered with the effort of keeping most of her mass lifted off of him in a sustained crouch. "Now, all four of us are gonna wait right here for the poli--"

"Get off!" he said, voice wheezing. "You weigh a ton!"

"Um, more like four, Jerkface! But I'm hardly resting any of it on--"

"Get off!" he gasped, louder. He started to struggle. He pulled one arm free and began to pound on the underside of Wrecking Ball Girl's belly. A hint of color began to creep across her cheeks, and she squirmed. A tremor ran through her thighs. He pounded his fist harder and harder against her underbelly, his fist sinking into the sandbag-like surface.

"Jeez, mister! Quit hitting me t-there!" she said, cheeks flushed bright red. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and her knees shook as she struggled to remain crouched.

"So that's your weak point!" he said in triumph and wriggling to free his other arm from under her bulk. In the shadow below her belly, her flushed face wasn't apparent. "Well, then take this--"

"Nngh...i-it's not my w-weakness, you big jerk, it feels--" she began.

With both hands, the robber began to pummel her underbelly like a punching bag, alternating blows. "If you want this beatdown to stop, all you gotta do is let me loose!"

“N-no, wait!”

The punches to Wrecking Ball Girl’s vast belly squeezed squeals out of her that quickly crept up the scale from embarrased to aroused. The unconscious criminals she'd held aloft tumbled to the ground and she clutched her hands around her wobbling belly. She bit one side of her lower lip and another tremor ran through her legs. Her crouched stance suddenly buckled and she collapsed backwards butt-first onto the legs of the crook underneath her, which responded quite reasonably with muffled popping sounds. The man's yell echoed off the buildings and scattered pigeons. He wriggled feebly.

“Oh, geez!” Red-faced and sweating, Wrecking Ball Girl got her legs under her center of gravity again and lifted her incredible weight off the man. "Uhhhh oh," she said, taking in the scene. "I t-told you not to punch me there! Are you okay? I think the commissioner's gonna be real mad..."