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SalemEleanor Nightingale was no stranger to controlling the Techrot that had sprung up around the city-state of Hollvania. She was part of a secretive program, dubbed “Warframes” by a seemingly mad scientist, Dr. Albrecht Entrati. Eleanor and five others had been exposed to a certain strain of the Technocyte virus responsible for the sick amalgamations currently rampaging throughout the city, but she and the other members of the Hex had persevered, and had come out of it with sleek new suits of body armor and abilities that were unnatural. Eleanor, callsign ‘Salem’ had been inducted into the ‘Nyx’ protoframe, her speciality was psychic manipulation. She could sense the thoughts of everyone in Hollvania, the Hex, Scaldra, civilians, even the Techrot and that new mysterious Drifter that had come from the future. Eleanor smiled slyly as she worked the action on her Sybaris rifle before leveling it at a particularly bloated being. It was a Scaldra trooper’s hazmat uniform, but ruptured. One small tear had breached the protective suit and allowed the Techrot in, infecting the wearer. But the suit had ballooned up and outward due to an airborne strain of the virus and the Efervon gas that Scaldra had deployed, Eleanor thought as she fired a two round burst at the twisted monstrosity. As the two bullets impacted and pierced through the armor, the hulking form exploded sending the protoframe flying and gas spewing. The psychic protoframe impacted into a concrete wall as her vision went fuzzy, looking at the Efervon/Techrot mixture creeping towards her unconscious form.Upon waking up surrounded by the gas now settling like Hollvanian snow around her, Eleanor picked her Sybaris back up and got her bearings, feeling the poison with every breath. She stumbled out of the subterranean area when the migraines started, the Technocyte implanted with trying to communicate with her.“Con… sume…” a dark voice said to Eleanor, goading her on, “Feed… Strength… to survive…” Her deep purple pupils flashed a sick shade of green before reverting to their normal royal tone.“You will not take me over so easily,” the operative replied, shaking her head as if to throw the migraine off physically. The pain subsided, but as Eleanor moved to her Atomicycle to escape the snow covered streets, a roaring pain erupted in her stomach, bringing her to her knees. Eleanor looked around and saw a Big Bytes Pizza shop, one of many dotting the city-states neighbourhoods. The smell of fresh pies out of the oven radiated out to the protoframe as she licked her lips with her Techrot-mutated elongated tongue. As she opened the door a Scaldra grunt tried raising his weapon at her but Eleanor took over the poor soldier’s mind, feeling others in the restaurant. She gave all the Scaldra she could feel a single order with a single psychic word.“Run.” Four more soldiers in yellow biohazard suits quickly scrambled out of the kitchen and out into the cold night as Eleanor looked into their recent digs. What she saw and smelled made her stomach rumble: Piping hot, fresh out of the oven pizzas, all of which decorated with vast amounts of toppings.“Mmm… Aoi, I blame you for getting pizza every time we have a successful mission,” Eleanor thought as she reached for a slice. As she brought the pie up to her mouth her tongue lashed out, constricting the piece of pizza before having it forcefully rammed down her throat, the flavors still lingering on her infested appendage.“What the devil?” Eleanor thought out, “What was that???” Her tongue whipped around as it impaled two slices, one with various meats and another with onions and olives and just as rapidly brought the two up to her mouth, once more swallowing the pizzas whole like a snake. The tongue continued to wag the dog, as Eleanor was enslaved to the Infestation’s hunger as she was forced to eat more and more whole pizzas. Under her armor, she felt her stomach expand outwards at an inconceivable rate. Her thighs puffed out as her belly started to hang like an apron, all as her tongue continued to feed her. After half an hour of forced consumption, Eleanor huffed as she swallowed the last slice of pizza that the Scaldra grunts had cooked up.“Whew, that was… something,” the psychic operator thought as she patted her belly, “I’ve no idea why I did that, but it was not unpleasant. I need… MORE.” Her plush lips curled into a twisted smile as an image of two of her allies flashed before her. Rubbing her oversized gut, feeding her more and more, letting her become more powerful than ever.“Yes… they will help, one way or the other…”Glimmer“We come alive, under the neon glooooow,” sang Aoi Morohoshi, callsign ‘Chopper.’ The magnetic operative was the biggest fangirl of the boyband On-Lyne and of course their hit song “Party of Your Lifetime” had latched onto her like an infestation. She couldn’t get the tune out of her head, even as she swept the streets of Hollvania clean from Scaldra units. She dropped a magazine out of her Burston assault rifle before using her magnetic powers given to her by the protoframe project to feed a new mag into the rifle as she pulled back on the receiver. Aoi did have to admit, the powers of the ‘Mag’ Warframe made the mundane interesting. Whether it was making card houses out metal to just loading metal plates and cutlery into the dishwashers scattered around the Hollvania Central Mall, or finding the littlest aspect on the Hex’s Atomicycles to tune up, Aoi would say that her powers were more blessing than curse. Yes, there was a significant learning curve to being able to manipulate literally everything made of metal with your mind, but it made eliminating both Scaldra and the Techrot much easier.“Could do with some Big Bytes right about now…” Aoi said to herself, “Gosh, why is that the only food we can find around here?” Speaking of which, she found a delivery car marked with the pizza chain’s logo and name. No driver occupied the front seat, and the whole back seat and trunk chock full of insulated thermal bags, each with three large boxes and two smaller ones.“Huh, large pizzas and breadsticks? Wings? Brownies? Desserts?” Aoi wondered aloud, “Who ordered all this stuff, On-Lyne themselves?” The aroma radiated out of the car, the combination of bread, sauce, cheese, meats and chocolate confections all assaulting the protoframe at once, almost hypnotizing her, begging her to eat all the food.“I really shouldn’t… Maybe a few slices?” Aoi said nervously, now tempted, “Possibly a brownie too. They wouldn’t mind, surely.” And if she was going to take a break, she may as well listen to the radio as well. Aoi manipulated the knobs and dials as she surfed the channels to find…“Yes! Perfect!” Aoi gasped as she put her favorite hit song over the speakers.“It’s the party of your lifetime!”As Aoi brought an insulation bag over to her lap as she rested her feet on the dashboard. As she took her first bites of a plain cheese pizza, she felt a familiar chill grip her mind. A chill that meant a certain psychic was nearby.“Oh, hey, Eleanor. Got things under control in the sewers?” Aoi asked, not looking over at her ally.“Yes… control…” Eleanor replied psychically, “What are you up to now?”“Eh, found a delivery boy’s car full of food, thought I might help myself to some of it. Want some?”“Of course. You are truly too kind, Aoi.” Aoi could feel every bit of metal around Eleanor approach her, but something felt… off. Her field webbings were strained outward, as felt in the metal loops. Her belt buckle was pushed by something. The way her legs moved forward, one had to be put deliberately in front of the other, as if to push something out of the way.“Hello, Aoi,” Eleanor’s words pierced into her mind, with a new malicious edge to them, “I’ve been looking for you, darling.” Aoi nervously turned around to behold a massive orb right at eye level. Aoi looked up with her cheeks bulging to see Eleanor grinning like a cat from above her fatter breasts, her purple eyes seeing the next question.“I ate rather a lot, and I still feel famished,” the psychic transmitted, placing her hand on either side of her gut, shaking it in the magnetist’s face, causing the skinnier woman’s jaw to drop.“I can tell you like it,” Eleanor echoed, the unspoken words hanging in the mind’s void, “I can show you how it happened.” Salem smothered Chopper into her expanded stomach, perfectly lining up the skinnier frame’s face with where the fatter one’s belly button should be, the steel-skin sinking at the touch. After several seconds, Aoi was released as she gasped for breath she hadn’t lost as Eleanor rolled her body over the hood of the car, giving the younger woman a good look at cleavage she didn’t have two hours ago. Eleanor swiftly slid into the passenger side seat almost like she was a snake, slithering toward unsuspecting prey.“Eleanor, what’s gotten into you girl?” Aoi asked as the silver-haired pony-tailed woman plucked the already-bitten piece of pizza out of its owner’s hand. Eleanor took a bite, careful to keep one eye sultrily on Aoi.“This has. I’ve never really appreciated it until this,” the psychic words flowed between the two protoframes. Aoi wondered if Eleanor was trying to control her, but her nervous glances between the back seat and the now obese woman helped assert the fact that no, she wasn’t under control.“I think you might have had enough, El,” Aoi said nervously, as another predatory smile formed.“Oh, but you haven’t,” Eleanor said evilly as her deep purple eyes flashed a brighter shade as the hand holding the pizza slice drifted towards Aoi’s mouth.“It’ll be the party of your lifetime.”BelladonnaLettie was no stranger to working long nights. As a medic, she was always worrying about something or someone. Supplies and the others out on patrol. Sometimes you had enough and sometimes they came back doused in blood or acid or slime. As the Hex’s chief medical officer, Lettie, callsign ‘Belladonna’ was burdened with the powers and responsibilities of a Trinity-type Warframe, whose restorative powers gave her own a run for her money.“Fuel, spare parts, ammunition, all good,” Lettie sighed as she checked around a shop in the Hollvania Central Mall that had been turned into a storage room, “Food… We could have more of it. Might have to send someone other than Aoi for that, she always brings back pizza.” While she didn’t tell off the chipper young magnetic operative for that too strictly, Lettie did wish Aoi would pick up something green every now and then. Even though they had been turned into biological weapons, they still needed a balanced diet.“More worries, the only thing we have more than enough of,” Lettie chuckled to herself, cracking a cynical grin as she reached for a thermos filled with coffee. As she took a sip, she heard an engine trundle into the parking garage next to the mall.“Oh Lettie,” a familiar psychic voice reached out, “We’re home.”As Lettie jogged towards the garage she was startled when she encountered the two other female Hex operators. She remembered them a lot differently than when they went out on patrol earlier tonight. Both Eleanor and Aoi were fat. Unbelievably fat. Eleanor’s new weight had focused itself around her belly and butt, said belly hanging over her thighs. Aoi was much more evenly proportioned, with a doughy midsection, thunder thighs and enlarged breasts. Lettie felt overwhelmed at the sight of the two fat protoframes as her right hand instinctively went towards her thigh for a sidearm that wasn’t there. When she realized the effort was futile, the medic looked at her teammates properly. Lettie noticed that while Eleanor was confident and sultry, almost lustful, Aoi was shy and nervous, as if unsure of her new body as she poked and prodded her new door frame-breaking hips and guillotine thighs.“Aoi, what happened exactly?” the medic protoframe asked sternly, causing her target to wince shamefully. Eleanor moved to cover her protege and placed her immense form between the skinny doctor and the thick operative, putting all of the medic’s attention on her.“Oh, Lettie, we can show you if you want,” the psychic reached out with both her mind and a loving hand, trying to caress Lettie’s face. She backed off, visibly wounding Eleanor as Aoi brought out two insulated bags.“Come on Lettie, it was kinda fun!” the bubbly magnetic operator chirped, “When’s the last time you sat down and relaxed?”“Fine,” Lettie relented, “But I’m not getting as big as this chica, si?”Lettie followed Aoi and Eleanor to the furniture shop in the mall to begin their feast.“We need to be comfortable for this to work,” Eleanor pointed out as she wiggled her hips and placed a finger on her chin, “Aoi? Would you?”“Oh, sure thing! Can you just hold these for a moment?” Aoi passed off a stack of pizza boxes to either woman and focused her powers to bring the comfiest set of couches to the trio, forming them into a U-shape as she brought a small table to rest in the center.“Perfect! Now let’s get this pizza party on!” Aoi clapped her hands in victory as she snatched the pizzas and other treats from Lettie and set it on the table. Eleanor sat on one of the curves of the U, and Aoi took the opposite side, putting Lettie in between the two well-fed operatives.“So… what now? I just-” Lettie started before being interrupted.“You just eat. Ever had a sleepover when you were a kid?” Aoi asked as she popped a garlic knot into her mouth.“Eh, I always moved around too much. Didn’t have time for that stuff,” Lettie said as she extracted a large slice of pepperoni pizza decorated with anchovies, and nervously took a bite.“It’s simple really darling,” Eleanor butted in, “You sit around, eat delicious food, gossip about possible loves and play silly games.”“What, like spin the bottle, truth or dare?”“Yeah, exactly! Heh, we can talk about that Drifter that came from the future?”“Oye, I thought that rampaging monsters taking over our electronics were the weirdest thing I’d see in my life. But coming from the future? And from an alternate dimension too? Mierda, what isn’t crazy about that?” Lettie punctuated the statement with a more confident, larger bite out of her pizza.“I do have to say they are truly fascinating. Their mind is unlike any other I’ve taken a look into,” Eleanor’s tongue shot out and coiled around a set of breadsticks before rapidly retreating into her mouth. With a loud gulp, she swallowed it all down, with Lettie and Aoi enraptured by the act.“Did she do this when you found her?” Lettie asked as Aoi shrugged.“She was already fat but not doing this!” the magnetic operative retorted as she reached for a slice of meat lover’s.“Excuse me. Do you know how hard it is to control a ravenous beast when you feel just as hungry?” the psychic asked, “And surrounded by all this delicious food? The tongue does make eating easier.” The two other women chuckled before breaking out into laughter.“I always wondered what that tongue was good for, chica! We’ve got an answer now!”“Do you think she can sense heat with it, like a snake?”“She’s got the bite for it at least.” Eleanor scowled at the two and then raised her own slice of pizza as she tore off a chunk.“And the appetite too. You should be careful, teasing such a creature as ravenous as I.”“Or what, gordita? Gonna make me as big as you are?” A cruel smile crept across Eleanor’s face as she took that under advisement.“You know, I think, deep down inside you, you would want all this.” Eleanor emphasized her thought by placing her hands underneath her hefty gut and lifting it upwards until her hands rolled over doughy fleshy orb and let it flop down onto her tree trunk thighs. Lettie blushed a deep hue and tried to avert her gaze as Aoi stared, her mouth flopping open like a fish.“Come on, I don’t know why you’d think that,” Lettie lied, knowing full well that Eleanor could see everything about her, “It does look comfy though.”“See? Come on, the whole trunk has more food in it and this might be the only easy night we’ll have for a while,” Aoi insisted, raising her hand. With a flick of her wrist, the delivery car started to roll through the mall right up to the door of the furniture shop as the trunk lid popped open, revealing its bounty.“I might not really want it though, chicas,” Lettie persisted, trying to send a subliminal message to the psychic. An image flashed through Eleanor’s mind as Lettie imagined herself tied down to one of the furniture shop’s comfy beds as an even fatter Eleanor and even thicker Aoi shoveled slice after slice of pizza into her mouth.“Oh, we can work with that, my dear,” Eleanor transmitted as she ran a finger under the medic’s chin.“Bring it on, big girl,” Lettie challenged, smirking. Aoi watched the faux staredown as she bent over into the boot of the car to retrieve another few boxes of pizza and assorted snacks.“Always gotta try and beat the other one, huh?” she mumbled as Eleanor took Lettie further back in the shop towards the mattresses.“One hell of a sleepover this turned out to be.”DrifterThe Drifter, no stranger to helping friends or strange situations, immediately agreed when half of the Hex required her help all the way back in 1999. A child of the Zariman Ten-Zero, Daughter of the Void, Archon Slayer and up until recently the ruler of Duviri, Drifter had gone to the past to stop the machinations of the Great Indifference, more commonly known as the Man in the Wall. She failed at stopping its plot in 1999 once, and had to witness the Hex’s collective deaths and her own. But thanks to her experiences in Duviri, mainly dying repeatedly, she set up a time loop right before the ‘bomb’ went off, right before New Year’s. To change the past, the Drifter had to build a relationship with the members of the Hex, and the girls were always a fascinating bunch. Aoi had shared her love of music with the Drifter, while Lettie had someone else looking out for her in her long and stressful days, and Eleanor had received a new psyche to pick apart. So when Aoi called on her, saying that she, Eleanor and Lettie required her aid, the Drifter appeared in her backrooms base at the Hollvania Central Mall. When she exited out into the main concourse, a faint, predatory sound of gnashing teeth echoed throughout the empty halls. The Drifter followed the sounds to the furniture store, noticing the car and a lot of empty Big Bytes pizza boxes and discarded two liter bottles of soda. The sounds of feasting got louder, as the Drifter wondered if this was one of the realities under the Eternalism theory where the Techrot broke into the mall and started eating everybody. She drew her Sirocco pistol, just in case before calling out for the Hex.“Guys? Aoi? You alright?” she said loudly, as she felt the familiar grasp of psychic energy gripping her mind.“Yes, we are just fine. Come and see. We could still use your help,” Eleanor’s voice echoed as the Drifter walked towards three immense, maybe human figures? As she got closer, she could tell certain aspects of the protoframes apart, like Eleanor’s ponytail and Aoi’s gauntlets. But the two ladies were quite simply massive. It reminded the Drifter of a Grendel-type Warframe, something that was made to consume. Drifter’s thoughts about her frames were shattered by Aoi noticing her arrival.“Hey Drifter! So glad you’re here!”“Alright, what fire needs putting out? And why are all of you so…”“Big? Round? Obese? Blubbery? You can be honest with us, you know.”“Right. Why are you all so fat?” It was then when she realized the scope of it. Eleanor had been the typical massive fatty. Her belly now had two distinct rolls which had drooped over her thighs and would now be pushed up when she moved. Aoi had thickened up, her features were bigger and more pronounced, but nowhere as near as big as the psychic. When Drifter saw Lettie sprawled out over the bed, she gasped. The normally high-strung medic now had an ass that would annihilate anything under it. Chairs, couches, Atomicycles, enemies. Her thighs looked like barrels as her butt stuck three feet out and two wide. Drifter was searching for any words when she felt like she was sinking into something extremely soft and plush.“The reason we called for your help is we got so tired feeding dear Lettie here, that we can barely feed ourselves,” Eleanor explained, as her tongue licked the Drifter’s left cheek.“Gotta say, it would be really cool of you to help us ALL with that problem, Driftie,” Aoi added, sitting on the bed next to the medic.“BUUUAAARP! Don’t be afraid to get on top, chica!” Lettie boasted, as Eleanor laid down next to the big booty. All three protoframes stared hungrily and sensually at the Drifter, who never thought she’d get a chance like this in ANY reality.“Hold on girls, I’ll make this the pizza party of your lifetime!”