Patron Reward: No Weight Home (Patreon)

$50 tiers are filled up! Been a while since I've seen that happen. Happens to be at one of my busier times, but I'm getting back into the swing of writing. 

So this is a big ol' MCU thing, but it shouldn't especially spoil anything you haven't seen in trailers. Alt story of Spider-Man goes to Scarlet Witch to conceal his identity with her magic, but it backfires and causes some MAJOR weight inflation on her part. Normally I'd be a little iffy on posting this one, but I've posted enough blood on here that eh, whatever. Plus I know at least one backer likes weight gain stuff so best to share whatever I got. 

Plus I do feel like I have some decent jokes and references in there...

Things had been awful for Peter Parker lately. His secret identity had been outed and the entire world knew about it, for better or worse. His family and friends were suffering, and not even his connections to The Avengers could do anything about it. He’d even gone to Doctor Strange, but he was politely informed by a ghost that he was away on “matters that threatened the cosmos.”

He felt like his luck had finally run out and ruined his life when he remembered one more person who could help. While he had hoped Doctor Strange would have some kind of memory spell or artifact that could veil him in secrecy, there was one more person he had briefly met that could alter reality just as easily.

After asking a few of the right Avengers and SHIELD contacts, he was directed to a small, isolated cabin in the countryside. He was able to catch a bus out there to where Wanda Maximoff had been laying low. If Strange couldn’t do anything about his secret, somebody who went by Scarlet Witch had to be able to.

She was a lot like he had seen in the news footage, minus the flying island. Peter stepped into the cozy little bit of farmland in front of a small but tidy cottage and his spider sense immediately went off. The air was heavy with what he could only imagine being magic.

“Hello there, Peter,” the former Avenger spoke up from behind him.

Pete jumped in surprise and whirled around to face her. She was standing there in jeans and a comfortable old flannel shirt. She was a lot curvier than he remembered, though maybe it was her wearing much tighter clothes. He forced himself to remember that this was for MJ and did his best not to stare as much as any teenage boy could.

“Hi, uh, Wanda. Miss Witch, I mean. I uh, that is… I have a problem.”

“Peter, I don’t even own a tv and I know you have problems,” Scarlet tutted.

“What did you want from me?”

“Well, the other Avengers said you can change things and what people think, so I thought… could you change this? Make everyone forget that I’m Spider-Man so I could go on with a normal life?”

Wanda gave him a coy little smile. “Normally, I would have said no. But you’re in luck. I happened upon a little spellbook that’s been helping me… learn a lot about myself. Let’s head inside, shall we?”

Scarlet Witch started to walk ahead of Peter. As she did, she gestured with both hands and a crackling red energy from head to toe. She altered her clothes from the already tight casual clothes into a skintight corset and tights with a V-shaped headpiece. Watching her tight ass wiggle in front of him as he followed made the teenage superhero struggle to focus on his problem.

“Er… I like the new outfit,” Pete offered helplessly.

Wanda led him into her house and then her basement, a dark and stony area that positively reeked of the subtle energies above. She gave another grand, swirling gesture and a complex ring of runes and red wisps of magic.

“I think you’ll find this much safer than anything the good doctor would have tried,” Wanda explained proudly.

She walked around the ring, tossing in smaller blasts to add more runes to her spell. Peter just watched quietly from the sidelines, blushing and pursing his lips as he got to watch her work her literal magic from every shapely angle. Even on his best behavior, her thick ass and motherly breasts were impossible to ignore.

“Strange draws his power from the world around him, reshaping things to his will. My magic comes from within, so I’m only putting myself at risk instead of the entire multiverse. It makes the spell more stable and easier to accomplish. Even if it’s affecting the entire world…”

Peter had been staring at Wanda’s subtly bobbing breasts and swaying hips when the last sentence snapped him out of it. He hurried up to her, stopping short to avoid stepping into her spell circle.

“Wait wait! You mean EVERYone? What about MJ? I only just told her and that’s a part of me asking her out!”

The witch stopped her circling stride for a moment to give Peter a blank look. He gave her a look close enough to a sad puppy that Wanda flicked a finger, sending another warding symbol into her pentagram.

“Fine. Everyone but you, me and MJ will forget who you are. The girl from the news, right?” she asked, a bit of strain to her voice.

She had assured him this way would be safer, but she felt a faint gurgle in the depths of her stomach. It was her own body at risk with the spell, and it didn’t like it when it got too powerful or complicated. She went back to her casting, focusing on the enchantment when Peter winced again.

“Actually, what about my aunt?” he pressed the matter further.

“Aunt too. Got it,” she sighed, manipulating her magic further.

“That’s May Parker. M-AY…”

“I get it, Peter!” she insisted sharply.

The crack in her concentration led to a deeper ripple. Wanda bit her lip as the room seemed to warp around her. She thought it was her vision blurring for a moment, but then it stabilized and stayed the same shape. She looked down at herself and found it difficult to see her entire body. Her breasts had blown up, growing several cup sizes in the time it took her to restabilize.

Her tits weren’t the only thing that had grown either. Her stomach had expanded, bulging out to where she could see it past her chest. Her eyes widened as she saw that her arms had thickened, some visible pudge swelling around the usual lean muscle of her limbs. She grimaced and shook her head sharply, realizing that Pete was still staring.

“I need to focus. I altered the minds of a whole community. I may have grown more powerful, but it’s a complicated spell. I’m modifying minds, histories, media…”

“Oh right!” Pete blurted out.

“It’s really important that you stop the footage from Mysterio. Do you need to wipe the minds of dead people?”

The witch’s brow furrowed and her stomach tightened, just to bulge out another couple inches. Whatever magical runoff escaped her spell seemed to be finding its way out through there. Her costume stretched to accommodate the sudden weight gain, but the creak of the material showed it wouldn’t remain infinitely flexible.

“Yes! I’m removing the footage. Sources where anyone found out will be taken care of. No records means no memories.”

“Okay, but there’s this Jameson guy who was telling everyone I’m Spider-Man and a menace and stuff. He’s on the list too, right?”

“Everyone means EVERYONE! URFFF~!”

Wanda’s lapse in focus caused a stifled burp to escape her lips, cutting off her objections. She coughed as the spell suddenly became the last thing on her mind, pressing a hand to her mouth. Her body swelled and bulged as she suddenly gained another fifty pounds around her body. The spandex of her corset and leggings started to give as the expanding rolls of fat bulged over its sides. It cracked and tore as her limbs nearly doubled in thickness, drooping at the thighs and elbows. Her stomach pushed outward, pushing even further than her overgrown breasts.

“Okay, is this supposed to be happening?” Peter asked in a cracking voice.

“Def… definitely not,” Wanda panted.

It had become even harder for her to maintain her focus on the spell. The changes were disorienting, plus the extra bodyweight was a lot to adjust to. She managed to resist any further urge to belch but her body was more sluggish. Her pudgy fingers and heavy arms made it difficult to weave her spells. Even just her heavy gut and swollen, sagging tits made it harder for her to breathe.

“This might be a bad time, but you reminded me. My friend Ned; he knows about Spider-Man and he does a lot of backup for me. Kind of my guy in a chair…”

“Peterrrrr URRGH!”

The wheezing Wanda let out another audible gurgling noise as she swelled even bigger. Her stomach warped and bulged out in two massive lumps of fat piled on top of each other, nearly engulfing her belly button completely. It forced its way out, tearing through the fabric of her new costume, drooping heavily in front of her while forcing her growing breasts upward from resting on top of her gut. Her boots remained miraculously in place but the legging end of it tore at the sides. Her upper arms and thighs bloated while her ass expanded so much that it was as wide as the rest of her. She was starting to look spherical at this rate.

“St-stop… huff… stop changing… urf… the rules…” she gasped.breathlessly.

Wanda could barely even move her arms like this. They just waved around clumsily, struggling just to stay upright. Her legs shook from her own immense bodyweight, trying to find the balance and strength to remain on her booted feet. Her blubber kept wobbling and shifting too much for her to keep track of.

The spell wasn’t going anywhere, but it wasn’t stable enough to stop with the side effects.

“Did you… did you get all that?” Pete asked sheepishly.

“Y-yes,” Wanda mumbled, finding that even her neck and cheeks had grown immensely thick.

“So Ned… MJ… urgh… huff…”

Some more thick, gurgling noises came from her gut, so loud that her rolls wobbled on their own accord.

“Aunt May, Jameson and the Myst… urp… Mysterio report… everyone else will forget you were Spi… huff… Spider-man.”

“Great! Yes. Thank you so much!” Peter assured her, looking relieved as her plump fingers flicked a few more sparks of magic.

Even that seemed to take a great deal of effort from the inflated spellcaster. Wanda just tried to steady her breathing, wanting to wrap up the spell so she could work on fixing herself back to her natural shape.

“But…”

“Ughhhhh~!” was all Wanda could groan.

Even correcting him again made her feel exhausted, panting as her fat folds bobbed.

“But there’s this guy Happy Hogan. He’s been great to me and Aunt May ever since Mister Stark passed away, so if you could do one more… well, Doctor Strange and the Avengers should still know too, huh? So maybe…”

Wanda gave a massive moan as the runes of her spell circle crackled and wavered. Her head spun, but much more noticeably, the magical feedback poured itself into her belly. Her belly gave a rumbling nearly as loud as her shout and her entire body bloated up even further. She looked more like a beachball than an Avenger as every source of fat on her body blew up ten times thicker than when she had started. Her gut was taller than she was and nearly as thick as it flopped to the ground, tearing right through any remains of the front of her costume. It was so huge and solid that it reached the ground in front of her.

The base of her limbs expanded to similarly ridiculously proportions. Massive orbs of fat left her hands wiggling uselessly at the end of arm fat that oozed over the hems of her gloves. Her boots had torn wide open, barely containing her feet while her fattened up legs burst out the backs.

Her costume had only maintained itself around her chest, and only barely. Her breasts were massive, to the point where they blocked out most of her vision. Even if she could, her gut would block anything below her waist. Her own cleavage pushed up against her chin while her costume audibly split at the chest, exposing most of her nipples and her widening areolas in the process.

With a breathless moan, Wanda’s eyes fluttered and her body gave out. She couldn’t balance herself with her injhumanly fattened body, tumbling forward at last. She didn’t have far to go. Her belly was so huge that it plopped against the floor, catching her with a meaty splat. Her chunky limbs wiggled uselessly, unable to right herself before they went limp with exhaustion. She let her spell’s glow fade as she lost focus on her enchantment.

“Mmph…. I think the… huff… spell may have backfired… huff… Peter?”

She looked around quizzically. She couldn’t see him anywhere in the room… but she could feel him, now that she thought about it. She felt a distinct wriggling beneath him and a pair of hands sticking out from under her belly. She had squashed him when she fell forward, burying him in her warm fat and feeling every inch of his body squirming under her folds. His muffled calls for help echoed against her thick gut.

“Peter… maybe you… oof… urgh… maybe you should try Strange after all,” she groaned wearily before she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.