Hey guys. Long- Long time wait here.
Yeah, had this like 90% for like three months. But I always jumbled onto other projects when I had a break through. Then I got back into drinking- Hey, I got a car now.
A charcoal colored 2020 Chevy spark. Apparently I was robbed blind by the dealership. But, whatever. I needed a dang car.
I tried to put as much as I could into this, but there was only so much before it just starts dragging on.
Enjoy.
Go, Tara, Go.
Arc 1: Hego.
Chapter 3- So Pretty
"Ho-How did you do that?"
The girls and the audience ignored him. They weren't focusing on Hego's words. They were focusing on his- everything else. With the zipper down, everyone got a peek. Surprise, Surprise. He was a pale, flabby gorilla. No, really. There was a good layer of blubber around the guy. Pale as milk- an insult to the milk. Normally, this would make guys 'thicc'. Not on Hego. On him, it just looked... wrong.
The whole scene was quite the contrast to when Ron came back from Japan. Yeah, Ron was a freckled, flabby, pale loser- but even then he was cute. Returning from anime country- Ron had muscle. Detailed muscle. A healthy tan to boot. The kind of body that belonged on a body spray commercial. Cute slacker looks still intact.
And totally Tara's type.
This pale gorilla here? There was no muscle at all. Just dense jiggly blubber. Looking closer. Bonnie saw that Hego's costume was reinforced with padding of some sort. It reminded Bonnie of cosplay outfits she'd seen Ron and his other nerd friends use for their dress up parties- or comic-con, as they called it. Oh, and Halloween. Meant to make a person appear as something they clearly weren't. Like the girdle built into Hego's hero suit, meant to make him seem to have a flat stomach. He did not have a flat stomach. Full beer gut. Big one too. It jiggled with every movement, even breathing.
Oh, and apparently, that turtle neck hid a second and third chin.
Seeing this, Bonnie had no doubt. Without his super strength, Hego wouldn't be able to lift a kitten.
'Jesus, no wonder he wanted to get out of here ASAP.' Bonnie thought, making sure to get as much of him into the shot as she could. The commentators were just as stunned as she was.
"W-Wow, you..." Tara coughed, clearly uncomfortable. The cheerleader forced herself to keep her eyes on the hero. "Y-You've got… quite the physique." Tara pointed at his jumbo beer gut. "Th-The pale type too. You should really get more sun."
"Oh, sweet lord." Hego sighed- deeply. Hunching over, relieved beyond words as he took a full breath. Probably the first time that day. Turns out he was sucking in his gut this whole time… yeah. "M-My sister used to tell me that a lot, and eat something that's not junk food." Hego stuttered, nervous. "D-Do you li-like it?"
"Oh, great hero!" Tara announced, slipping back into damsel mode. Her smiling face was forced- hard. Her eyes on his, doing everything she could not to look down at his disgusting, probably terminally diabetic, body. "Yo-you saved me from that monster!"
There were no pings. No comments. Not a one. Because, Just like that, the star of the show took her top off.
Tara grabbed the bottom of her old cheerleader uniform shirt and yanked it off. Leaving the cheerleader in nothing but her mini-skirt and socks. Her 'apple' sized boobs- Tara's words- jumbled and jiggled as she tossed the top to the side. Her arm covering her nipples. Tara sat there, a forced desperate smile on her face. She still wouldn't look down.
"A bit abrupt, but this has stretched on long enough." Bonnie deadpanned, strutting around her bed. Keeping her camera on the scene and giving her viewers the best angle. Tara ignored her friend slash camera girl, staring up at the slack jawed hero. Thankfully, the idiot didn't disintegrate or something like before. Just went all dumbstruck. "No, I'm not going to describe them- yet. Just imagine a horny weirdo, duct tape, inflatable anything, and a girl. You've got it."
"I owe you so much." Tara announced, crossing her arms under her chest. Framing her tits for Hego, and more importantly, the audience. Oh, and showing that she wasn't entirely naked from the waist up. The girl had pasties on. Circular stickers. Hacky-sack sized. Just big enough to cover her nips and a bit around them. Bright blue with white lettering. Each read 'hero only'. "Please, let me thank a true hero."
"Dang. Those look good." Bonnie nodded, comment after comment agreeing with her as she zoomed in on Tara's chest. "Can't believe I never tried that. Ro-The sidekick would love those."
Tara glared at her for that. Actually glared.
"Th-That's her jealous look." Bonnie gulped. She'd only seen it once before. It was bad. "Y-You are so in ch-character right now."
"Sh-She's in character?" Hego stuttered, his eyes laser focused on Tara's chest.
"Yesshhhh..." Tara ground her teeth, forcing her gaze back to Hego. Taking a deep breath, Tara snorted playfully. Wiggling her chest at the hero. A fresh trail of bright red trailed down his nostril. Both girls cringed, but at least he stayed up. "I've been practicing."
"Really?" Hego asked, wiping away the red with his sleeve.
"I have my own hero." Tara explained. Her forced smile replaced with a dreamy, genuine one. "He's saved me. A lot of times. I've been trying to work up the nerve to... see him."
"I-I didn't know." Hego said, genuinely intrigued.
"You and him, are a lot alike- or I thought you were." Tara whispered that last part, eyes on his beer gut. "I'd like to practice on you."
Tara pleaded, uncrossing her arms and grabbing her breasts with both hands. Squeezing them. Pumping them. The bold blue pasties really stood out on the sun kissed skin of Tara's tits. All natural. All loving. All devouring. The Pasties acting like the lures of an angler fish. Attract dim, juicy prey. Never seeing the giant fanged maw just behind it until it was too late.
"Is that okay?"
SNAP!
The sound of breaking metal echoed in the room. A small bit of shiny steel burst out like a bullet. Crashing into the wall just behind Tara. Leaving nothing but a dime sized hole. Everyone saw this. All eyes going from the hole to the hero.
It was the costume's zipper. It was on his crotch and the strain was too much. With nothing holding the suit together, it fell apart. Crumpling down around Hego's ankles, leaving the hero naked. His sweaty pale skin shined like a silver ball.
Not in a good way.
"I-I think he's 'up' for it." Bonnie joked, desperate not to look down. She did. Yeah, 'little Hego' matched his tiny chicken legs. Quite the sight compared to the jumbo 3/4's top of his body. It was sad. "I think."
"W-Wow, you're um... proportional." Tara stammered, her eyes on 'little' Hego. Bonnie knew embarrassed Tara when she heard her. "I al-always wondered."
"I-Is that good?" Hego asked, sheepishly. Tara nodded, once. FAST. Hego smiled proudly. "I knew it."
"Dumbass." Bonnie mumbled. Hego didn't hear her, but the commenters did. Sooo, so many defended the 'little' hero. It was sad, and expected. Bonnie sighed, looked at Tara. "I am so glad this was your idea- and he doesn't have suit sweat stink."
"Sooooo..." Tara glared at Bonnie again, just as jealous as before. The blond girl bit her lip, took in a deep breath, and leaned down. Her lips all but touching 'little' Hego. Tara's natural hazel eyes suddenly glowed the same bright blue as Hego's hair and costume. "Can I practice on you?"
"Well, he's already on the show. Standing here naked. I'm holding a camera." Bonnie shrugged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. That did annoy the commenters. Telling her to shut up. The revenue stream was running fine though. Bonnie smirked as she held up her phone. A contract glowing on its tiny screen. A certain blue super hero's signature was on it. "Plus I've got it in writing. Soooo... bit late to ask for that. Good for theatrics though."
Hego stayed silent. He probably hadn't heard a single word either girl had said. He's eyes and mind were locked on the tits of the underage girl on her knees before him.
Tara allowed herself to sigh. She raised up her hand near 'little' Hego. The tip of her finger almost toughing his 'tip'.
"I need an answer, Mr. Her-" Tara dabbed her finger on 'Little' Hego.
"Ohhhhhhh, gooodnesss..." Hego grumbled, his entire body shaking like a seizure. His eyes crossed. His head turned purple. The veins on his neck bulged out- about to pop. Muscles spasmed. Even his hair stood on end.
It looked like he was going to die- but nope. It was so much worse.
Mr. St. Hego erupted.
Everyone was quiet. Tara sat on her knees, eyes wide. A blank stare forward. Covered in the remains of the eruption until the 'heroic' volcano soon sputtered out. Hego himself was barely on his feet. Tilting from one side to the other. His eyes were crossed and spinning cartoonishly. Bonnie, still to the side holding the camera- bored.
"Called it. Just a tap and- boom." Bonnie shook her head, not the least bit surprised. She smirked at the comments, which were just now acting up again. "Can anyone guess who owes the Purple Princess a dollar?"
Tara ignored her, looking over herself. "Wow."
It was all she could say. Blue baby batter was sprinkled all around her. Its azure aura glowed on her right cheek, a bit in her hair, right shoulder, a good chunk on her chest. Every last bit of it matched the glow of his power and his costume. Honestly, it looked like someone emptied half a bottle of nuclear-waste on the cheerleader. A super powered HERO did that.
"H-Huh, wha..." Hego stuttered, finally coming to. Not in that way. The hero looked down at what he did to the naked underage girl. He turned his eyes away, clearly embarrassed. "That's never happened before." Tara gave him a look. "This. This kinda thing. Ne-Never happened to me before."
Tara sighed. Bonnie snorted.
"Two dollars."
Tara looked down at herself, the globs of glowing gunk that covered her. Closed her eyes and visibly cringed as she inhaled. Hego slumped, ashamed. Bonnie shook her head. Then Tara opened her eyes, staring hard at the hero. Her eyes glowed the same blue as the hero- brighter.
"He-Hego!" Tara stuttered, her face a beaming smile. Her voice just as cutsey fan-girlie as ever. Bonnie couldn't tell if she was faking it or not. "That's the biggest, juiciest load I've ever had." Tara licked a glowing glob off her finger. She hummed in approval. Bonnie cringed at the sight. "I expected nothing less from Go-city's greatest hero."
"I-I always tr-try my be-best." Tara winked at him. Hego grew a big goofy grin. Bonnie physically had to stop herself from gagging. There was a reason the Rockwaller girl refused to do blowjobs. She tried to spare herself the details and the memories.
'God, the smell alone.' Bonnie cringed, looking down at her screen. Ping. Ping. Ping. Lotta money. They wanted more. Bonnie bit her lip, giving Tara a shaky thumbs up.
"Wow, did the big, strong, throbbing hero ever outdo himself?" Tara teased, her tone was so sweet Bonnie could feel herself getting a cavity.
"Oh, she did put 'throbbing' in there this time."
"I never stop trying." The still very naked Hego announced, hands on his hips. The batman voice back in full swing.
"Meaning he waddled past his peak a LONG time ago." Bonnie whispered to her laptop. Just loud enough for the viewers to hear her but not the hero. Tara did though, winking at her camera woman. "I'm thinking late 90's, early 2000's. Get'n that vibe."
"That's why you're Go-City's greatest hero!" Tara cheered, clapping away. Droplets of glowing blue spunk splattered all around- on Bonnie's bed. She warned the girl in pasties she'd be the one cleaning it up. Tara waved a hand at her as she grabbed Hego's oversized index finger, pulling him toward her. She led him to the bed, getting on herself. The plus sized hero sat on it meekly enough, his eyes never leaving Tara's chest. His scrawny legs dangling off the purple mattress at the knees. "Sit there Mr. hero. Let your biggest fan do all the work. What we've both dreamed of, all this time."
"A-And, what have w-we dre-dreamed of?" Hego stuttered, nervously, desperately as the topless Tara strutted back in front of him. An eager smile on her face. His teeth were chattering so bad. "A-All this ti-time."
"Every. Single. Night." Tara teased, her tone playful and breathy as she sank to her knees between his legs. Her pretty blond head level with his little wang. His below average 'pillar of justice' still throbbing at attention. Desperate. She reached out. Grabbed him. Hego's whole body went ridged. The hero whimpered a whine. The entire thing fit in her dainty little hand. "Am I wrong?"
Hego shook his head. It was all he could do.
"Every. Si-Single. Night." Hego huffed, his breaths shallow and quick.
"I know."
Tara hummed at him, a smug, cheeky smile on her face as she leaned down. The cheerleader kissed the hero's tiny tip. Hego gasped, shooting his head back. The veins on his neck and forehead bulging out, ready to burst. Tara saw this, and pressed her thumb down at the base. That thick veiny tube that handled the 'plumbing' was blocked. Hego shot his eyes open. Bloodshot. Tara wagged her finger at him.
"Ah. Ah. Ah." Tara thrummed, 'little' Hego pulsing in her hand. Desperate to cum. "Not yet."
Before Hego could start the water works, Tara went right back to work. Her thumb at the base, keeping the glowy goo where it belonged as she kissed his tip again. And it was glowey. Right through the membrane that was his skin. It was like an actual neon blue glow stick for a dong.
It slid through Tara's thick pink lips. Her head sinking all the way to the bottom. She lingered for a bit, the small rod all the way in her mouth. Tara mumbled nonsense as she smothered it with her tongue, mouth, and lips. Humming into his meat. Hego, gasping for air. His body all but bouncing on the bed, his body jerking all around in twitches. His glowing blue eyes were swirling again. The plus-sized hero was gripping Bonnie's sheets so hard, they were ripping already.
"First my door. Then my carpet. Now my blankets." Bonnie grumbled, zooming in on Tara's head before going back out. Getting the hero's panicked reaction to her friend's antics and experience. "I am so writing this asshole a bill."
Pingitty ping, ping, ping.
Cha-Ching sound!
Bonnie shrugged as she turned back to Tara. The busty blond was bobbing her head now. Lifting and lowering her head up and down. From tip to base. Tara didn't have to dip her head that much, or strain her neck. Her lips and tongue slobbering him the whole time. Tara, gurgling. Even the occasional chocking gag. It sounded like Tara genuinely had trouble breathing- Bonnie knew she was faking it.
"Wow, you gotta teach me that trick." Bonnie snorted, honestly impressed. Tara gave her friend a thumbs up. Bonnie laughed.
"Pl-Please..."
"Now comes the begging." Bonnie smiled, turning the camera back to the hero- his face. His head was so round and red, it could've been a square shaped tomato. The plus sized hero's body was a jiggling mess, it bobbled with every heartbeat. "Oh, damn. I knew we were gonna drag this out. But you gotta wrap this up. He might die. I am not having a dead hero on my show- or my bed."
Tara winked at her Bonnie. Her head still bobbing up and down. Her thumb still on the 'plumbing' vein at the base, for lack of a better term. Then at the hero. Tilting her head at the man-child. Tara shrugged and allowed the hero to cum. For the second time that day. Mt. St. Hego erupted into the cheerleader's- her mouth this time. She slammed her head down as far as she could go. It wasn't far.
"Gah-uhhhh-ahhh...Bahhhh!" Hego burbled, doing his best to imitate a goat.
You all know what happened. Hego had a cummy-cum stroke. Arms and legs smashy-smash. Dun-Dun. Bonnie's bead was destroyed. Blankets. Mattress. Even the steel frame holding it up. Yeah.
Bonnie glared, about to yell at the worthless hero, when Tara forced the hero's arms and legs down. The cute blond girl, who barely hit over a 100 pounds was overpowering the fat man- that juggled cars. Both their bodies glowing blue.
"What the hell?" Bonnie whispered, shocked at how her best and oldest friend out muscled a professional hero three times her size and twice her age- famous for his strength. 'How is she doing that?'
"Oh goodness!" Hego gasped, finally. His whole flubby body going back to its eerily pale self before the hero collapsed back on her bed in a heap of bloated blubber and virgin gristle. His heart and lungs on double time trying to catch his breath. Bonnie had enough desperate fat guys doing her homework to know what their flop sweat does to a bed.
"I'll throw in the mattress too." Bonnie grumbled, looking at the time. The whole thing didn't last a minute. She was not surprised. "I think I know why the only girl on his team left town."
"Bah...Bah..." Tara gargled in the background.
Bonnie shot her head up, startled. Remembering what Tara was doing. Bonnie shifted the camera to her friend. Tara stood straight up. She finally pulled back. Sliding 'little Hego' out her lips with a slimy sputtering sound. It was even smaller, sadder, and even BLUER when it was limp. That's not what Bonnie focused on. Tara stood up straight, her eyes closed. A glob of blue spunk dribbled off her lower lip. The rest she was sloshing in her mouth.
'Ewwww!' Bonnie cringed, putting in a conscious effort to hold down her lunch as it tried to force its way back up. "I Know this is for a show, but that is nasty."
GULP!
Tara swallowed. Bonnie could actually see the glowing glob of blue going down her thin neck and into her chest. The glow kept going. Sliding it down her body to her stomach. Rubbing her tum-tum, like Tara just bit into her favorite cake.
"Don't say it tastes good. Don't say it tastes good. Don't say it tastes good." Bonnie pleaded, she could not hold it down if Tara did.
"Powerful..." Tara announced.
"Okay… Is that better? Bonnie asked, confused. Ping. Ping. Ping- donations. Bonnie decided she didn't care.
"Uhhhh, pr-pretty." Hego babbled, still spread out on the bed. His heart eyes swirling. They were still glowing, but… instead of a glow stick it was more like burnt out Christmas lights. Bonnie looked over at Tara. Her eyes were brighter than glow sticks, even in a fully lit room.
"Kay, not gonna ask about that…" Bonnie looked down at her pinging comments section and donations piling in. Her audience didn't seem to care- or even notice. Bonnie shrugged. "Right now." Tara looked straight at Bonnie. That same happy porcelain mask on her face. Those now glowing blue eyes? Yeah, felt like they were burning into Bonnie's soul. The Rockwaller cringed. "Or not. Whatever."
Tara snorted.
"Oh Hego." Tara sang sweetly, glowing him a kiss. "You're so close to being a true conquering hero." Tara pointed at her chest. The pasties over her nips. "These won't be coming off just yet."
"Sequel hook!" Bonnie cheered, then remembered how trashed her room was. "We'll need a different place, but yeah that would wor-"
"S-So pre-pretty…" Hego burbled- and passed out. Snoring, instantly. The thumb sucking wasn't far behind.
"I-I wanna make a man-baby joke here but, I just can't." Bonnie shook her head, disgusted. "Now how are we gonna get this loser out of my- Tara, Wha-"
Tara King, Bonnie Rockwaller's best friend, strutted over and kissed her- on the lips. She was really into it too. The blond wrapped her arms around the brunette. Tongue in her mouth. God, she could taste him on her. Bonnie tried to pull away, but she couldn't escape. Couldn't breath either. The more Bonnie tried pushing loose, the harder and tighter Tara ensnared her. Humming all the while- which was real, or sounded more real than anything she did with Captain blue balls over there. It didn't take long, not long at all, for Bonnie's lungs to burn. Her legs felt weak. Her head felt light. She couldn't think. It was like someone was sucking the life out of her. Con-Confusing feelings welled up in Bonnie's chest and other… places- then Tara pulled away.
"Owey. Owey. Owey." Tara cried, pulled away. Gripping her mouth. A tear of pain welling up in her eye. "Wh-What did you do?"
"Me?" Bonnie breathed- finally. Her strength returning to her. "The hell were you just doing? Kissing, me? That's not part of the show! God, you were clingy."
"Uhhhh. Uhhh… I was improvising." The nearly naked Tara lied, obviously. The blond pointed at the laptop. "Hey look! They loved it."
It was true. Somehow, for some reason, during Tara's little assault, Bonnie tilted the laptop's camera so it allowed her audience to view the whole thing. They were into it. Really, really into it. If there's one thing loveless losers can't get enough of, its girl-on-girl action.
"Of course they do." Bonnie sighed, ready to cut the feed. "End of the show guys. Come back next week."
Bonnie shut her laptop, tossing it in her closet. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Well, that was fun." Tara giggled, turning away. "Thanks for inviting me."
"Hey, we're not done. I still have to- where are you going?" Bonnie demanded. Tara, her best friend, ignored her as she picked up her clothes. Hoisting them over her shoulder and heading toward the door- the destroyed door. "Hello?"
"Sorry Bon-bon. Gotta go." Tara said, she had her phone out. Sliding down her contact list. Bonnie was just fast enough to catch a glance. It was her 'boy-toy' list. The blond marked it 'Fast-Food'. "All this really worked up an appetite. I'll talk to you later." Tara cheered, eyes on her phone as she fished out an oversized hoody from her bag. Sliding it on as she wisped out the destroyed door. "Please call me when you're doing this again!"
"That, that was weird."
Bonnie shook her head, confused. Thinking, about all the craziness that just happened. One thing really stuck out to her. After the blond kissed the brunette, Tara always had a hand covering her mouth. Bonnie sniffed the air, something was burning.
TOOT
"Na-Nacos." Hego giggled, asleep. His thumb still in his mouth.
"I'm calling your stupid power-rangers knock off tower thing." Bonnie shook her head, strutting out her door and to her bathroom. "You're team can collect you- and pay the bill for all the stuff you wrecked. I need a shower."
"S-So pretty..." Hego yawned, turning over on his side. Just like that, the legs of a bed meant for a teenage girl broke and collapsed under the plus-sized hero's weight and blubber. "So pre-pretty…"
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Soooo, now that Hego's time in the sun is over. Who from Team go should be next?
Anyone?
Anyone?
Ideas?
Not Shego. Sorry.