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Midnight Descriptor
🕑 Added 2025-09-30 21:15:46 +0000 UTCBeing a professional hero was something that took years of effort, in training and optics. How could one capture the attention of the masses without skill and glamor?
Similarly, it wasn’t easy to gain an excessive amount of weight! Some might think lazing about and overeating would do the trick, but even Fat Gum had to put in effort. A handful of heroes had used extra weight to their advantage. Sure, most was for muscle, but extra pudge had its uses!
Midnight, for example, knew that increased surface area released more of the vapor from her quirk. A new tidbit of knowledge was that her weight increased the potency. This was discovered during the off-season from teaching, but some experimentation yielded further results. A sabbatical and a structured diet saw a tremendous increase in quirk power.
After that, it was morbid curiosity and some newly found kinks.
How could Midnight resist? She had a quirk that could clear out rambunctious crowds of villains, had a horde of new admirers, and there was immense satisfaction in a full belly and sensitive curves.
Midnight’s face was still recognizable. Plump cheeks that curved into an extra soft chin wouldn’t diminish her striking beauty. She still made all the men in her vicinity blush when she treated them to a flirtatious wink. Though they’d be blushing without staring at her face.
Midnight’s front had plenty to gawk at. Her breasts were always voluptuous, but now they bordered on obscene (something ironic given Midnight’s risque history). Each mound of fat was larger than a yoga ball. They weren’t as perfectly round, but they were the picture of weighty and soft. They bounced with every step, lurched at each turn, and wobbled seconds after Midnight stopped moving.
Midnight adored her breasts, but she had grown to appreciate the belly beneath them. In combined mass, it was her largest asset. Usually, it was rounded, but her belt forced it into a pseudo-double shape. The fat was so expansive that it sloped down from her chest, flowed over her thighs, stretched further in front than her arms could reach, and just barely kissed the floor. This was a massive apron of plush blubber, soft to the touch. It often squished against various obstacles, but it wasn’t known if this was an accident. Midnight seemed quite eager to show off how soft her stomach was. One way was making it bounce with each step, practically having it tossed between luscious thighs.
Speaking of, Midnight’s thighs couldn’t be seen from the front. They had to be gazed at from the side or behind, usually taking some focus whenever Midnight waddled by. They bulged out to both sides, looking like saddlebags as they rolled around her boots, which were themselves stuffed to bursting with her calves.
Midnight’s back had plenty to view, too. The soft shoulders that descended into plush mounds of back fat. Those were quickly overshadowed by an absolute mountain of butt fat. Cheeks stretched on until their width dwarfed a couch made for three. The cheeks were too tall and too thick to ever grace puny furniture. Even comically large beanbag chairs paled in comparison to them. They were bubbly and round, their curves going on and on. The curves were smooth, consistent, never sharp or sudden.
Plump arms occasionally reached back, battling their own width to touch the massive cheeks. Gentle pressure was enough to form a rippling wave. A rough smack made it seem like an earthquake had hit.
Midnight’s size had enhanced her quirk, and she trained and maintained her strength. That was only one part of being a pro hero! As stated, optics was another part. Some thought of Midnight’s earlier gains as a move to support body positivity, and Midnight wouldn’t oppose that. She used her weight then to encourage many to be comfortable with who they are.
However,
Midnight made sure to explain that her further gains were to satisfy her newfound fetish. Strengthening her quirk was mentioned, too. It just never took the spotlight past a certain point.
There were also recipes shared for bulking, and Midnight promised that physically intensive training would yield impressive muscles. Some heeded that knowledge, but a rare few ignored it in the hopes of curves like Midnight’s.
Another humorous part of Midnight’s image was the same old costume. She was fond of the style, and the skin-tight fabric hugged her curves like nothing else. However, the design did change. The material was made to rip easily for Midnight’s quirk. The old outfit would never stretch around Midnight as she was now. The new and improved material could do that, and a tiny pinch was all it took to rip. It could also be stuck back together with a little work.
This design was needed as Midnight’s quirk had grown so powerful that it deployed like a fire extinguisher. Ten seconds could fill a room and nullify any man present. Even women were impacted now!
Suffice to say, Midnight was pleased to increase her strengths, live to the fullest, and entice and inspire the new generation of heroes.
Note: Midnight is currently under U.A. Board investigation for public indecency and reckless negligence.
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