Thundra Secret Santa

“You mean it’s gonna be two whole months before I can get back out there?!” Wanda nearly shrieked, eyes bulging above her heavily bloated cheeks. The red panda known to most as Super Space Panda, the savior of the known universe thrice over, was sitting on a wide, extra-plush couch in her secret lair. She was joined by Doctor, a pleasantly-plump peacock who was an on-call doctor for superheroes aplenty. Wanda didn’t know the peacock’s name, just like she didn’t know hers; their whole trade was all about keeping up secret identities after all. Names would mean making friends, and that would mean going out, and that would mean looking presentable and not getting to lounge around in her favorite sweatpants and just binge-watch the newest season of Star-Fairy Lovers! No, no names, no friends, nothing. Wanda enjoyed her privacy when she wasn’t clad in her super-hero uniform; privacy meant snacks and more anime.

“Yes, Ms. Panda, in fact I would prefer if you did about nothing for the next two months, at least. This was a very, very bad break of your leg.” The peacock, Doctor, said in response in an almost bored tone. Her tail feathers flicked with the faintest tinge of annoyance at the question in fact; Doctor had been doing this for a while and this likely was far from the first time someone had shouted such a question at her. Wanda wilted a little upon seeing that; she didn’t want to be a bad patient, but two months?! How could she save the world then? And what if it was longer!?

“Wait, longer even? Why? And do nothing at all?” Wanda said, her voice smaller and more crest-fallen now as the reality of what had happened started to set in. Of course she was hurt; that was part of the job when fighting universe-destroying entities! However, that dumb railing not being able to support such an ample-bodied red panda as herself wasn’t her fault! How could she have known the thing had a weight limit less than a third of her size! Someone should put up a warning or something. Her wings had picked a hell of a time to malfunction… And that had led the red panda to where she was now; with a shattered right leg that was in a cast from her toes all the way up to her double-plush hip.

“The break is bad, Panda,” Doctor said, voice softening and her eyes meeting Wanda’s. “You’re actually lucky it isn’t worse. You’re no cub anymore, so it was only a matter of time before your...” Doctor paused for a moment, taking in the wide, wide, wide red panda with a click of her beak before continuing. “Your figure and your age caught up with you. Two months of rest, moving around as little as you can and doing as little as you can. No adventures, no world-saving, nothing. You try and do any of that, then the break could get worse and it might mean that career of yours is over for good.”

“B-“

“No buts Panda, two months is the minimum. Your… Figure means it could take even longer, since that bone has to be extra strong for you. It might be a full six months before you’re back out there like you wanna be.”

“SIX MONTHS?!”

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It took about six hours, not six months, for Wanda to see that his forced idleness wasn’t going to be that bad. A card with no limit tied to an Uber Fats account, Grub Chub account, and Feed Me account meant she wouldn’t be going hungry in the least. A few years worth of unwatched anime because of how busy protecting the universe had kept her meant she would be entertained. A controller resting right on the little table next to the couch she was sprawled on meant she could enjoy some retro games she’d gone far too long without replaying. It wasn’t all that bad… No, it was actually great. Sure it meant no adventures and no real way to go out and do what she had done for years and years, but with a pizza resting comfortably atop her broad breasts and the TV blaring out an anime she’d wanted to watch thanks to how many awards it had won… Well, even Wanda had to admit that it wasn’t going to be all that bad.

The pain in her leg meant that Wanda gave up on trying to get around her apartment pretty darn fast. A good tip always had food brought to where she sat on the couch, something the red panda had learned after a week-long forced vacation while waiting for parts for Proteus, her alien-zapping gun, to come in. The trash that had piled up had taken a bit to clean up, but right now? Wanda wasn’t worried about the trash or tinkering with Proteus or her leg in the least. No, there was no pain in her leg because it was propped up and resting, and she had a pizza to devour. Life was going to be okay. Maybe a little boring and maybe a bit slow compared to what she was used to, but oh well; that would be okay as far as she was concerned since there was nothing she could do about it after all. Didn’t mean she hadn’t tried, but that pain? Oh that had made her give up so fast that most would gape at how quickly the red panda had moved given her size!

Already on the fifth episode of this particular anime, Wanda looked over the shelf of her cheeks and down onto the makeshift table that her ample cleavage made. One of the many, many things that Wanda loved about being oh so large and in charge was how comfortable everything could be once she got herself where she wanted to be on the couch. Boobs as a table? Great, since she didn’t need to move her arms much. Tummy that could brush the floor if she got tired? Awesome, since it let her legs have a break. Cheeks that rested on her shoulders from their size? Perfect, as it made her look cute and big enough to give her enemies pause. Not a thing was bad about it all. In fact, Wanda figured she might as well use this forced idle time to add a few inches to her already feet-long waistline. Maybe not a lot, since she was already pushing her suit to it’s limits and her waddle was getting a little precarious, but… Hey, if she didn’t have anything else to do, why not do some bulking since she was so good at it and enjoyed it so much?

Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

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“Well, crap,” Wanda muttered, squirming a little on the couch and wincing as she did so. Her leg felt stiff and constricted all the time now, and the red panda had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Well… More than a slight sneaking suspicion. In fact, she knew it all too well why her leg was feeling constricted all the time. It was the same reason her tank top was more of a crop top and her sweatpants were more sweat than pants, as well as looking painted onto her one good leg…

She was getting fat.

Wanda had already been one heck of a chonker, her height matching her width from years upon years of quite excessive indulgence in her favorite foods and far too many late-night sessions of gaming and anime. In fact, her weight had been starting to slow her down just a little; stairs were becoming more of a chore when her legs had to lift her sagging belly out of the way just to climb them. Thankfully, most of her fights were in space or in places that were on the ground, but the fact that she was truly a sphere of red panda had begun to make itself known. Now though? After over a month of just sitting and eating and doing nothing but gaming? Well, she was starting to be more of an oval than a circle, and not in the height department. In fact, so much had she bloated up in just a month of trying to binge her way through both every local restaurant’s menu as well as her back catalog of games and anime, that she was nearly as wide as her couch. Her three-seater couch.

It wasn’t just that either, as moving around was taxing to say the very least. Showers had gone by the wayside, and all the heat of being so incredibly overweight meant she was sweating, a lot. Like, almost a comical amount when she thought about it; a rare occurrence because she was either focused on a game, or on her food. Still, she was pounding sodas to try and keep cool, and ice cream was becoming a more regular delivery in the constant stream of food drop-offs coming into her lair. Sure, it just added to the weight problem instead of only cooling her off, but that was secondary to the instant relief to her overheated core. Maybe a DoorStream delivery of an air conditioner or two would be in order…

Of course, that was if there was room on the floor to put the units. She couldn’t see much of the floor thanks to the swell of her breasts and just how much they were being pushed up into her vision, but she knew it wasn’t good. It wasn’t enough that the delivery drivers were saying anything yet, but the looks she was getting were starting to actually break through the constant stimulation of games and food. It wasn’t just the trash either, since she’d noticed how much her fat was starting to interfere with her pastimes too. Really, between her cheeks that had swollen even fatter and her boobs that were trying to escape from every single one of the tops she had, she might even need to have the TV mounted higher on the wall. DoorStream could do that too, right? Or maybe another super friend… Who knows? Oh well, either way, the mess and the sweat and the fact that she was now far wider than she was tall… Well, things were getting a bit cramped for her. At least there was only another month of this, right? Maybe?

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Doctor left with a huff and a shake of her head, leaving a speechless Wanda splayed across her couch, or rather oozing off of it now. It had been another month and a half of eating and gaming and anime, and in that time… Well, Wanda knew deep down she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Fat enough that her couch was creaking under her massive weight, the red panda was definitely a lot wider than she was tall now. Her eating hadn’t slowed, and in fact had gotten only more aggressive and messier as she had gone from simply eating her food to drinking a lot of it. Why order things that tired her out to eat like pizzas and burgers and chicken when she could get milkshakes delivered by the barrel for her to suck down that kept her at least a little cooler. In fact, if she drank enough of it all in one sitting, usually just a couple measly barrels, she could stay cool and not sweating for a whole entire half hour! It was great! Why would Doctor judge her for that?

Maybe because the Super Space Panda had gotten too fat to even try to stand.

Her cast had burst off weeks prior, splitting down the side thanks to the pressure of all the fat her leg had added to it and making the red panda groan in discomfort for a few days prior before that pressure had finally lessened. Sure her leg still ached, but it wasn’t that bad. No, it really was mostly dull… So, she was healed then right? That meant she could go out on adventures! Well, one shift of her mass to try and get up sent a shock of pain right through her, so maybe adventures would need to be on hold. She was still healing up, and that 50 piece office meal of chicken wasn’t going to eat itself. Just enough to get her strength back… That was really what she needed.

That strength hadn’t come, and instead it had been more fat, and more, and even more as her weight continued to climb up and up and up as though it was going for a record. Already nearly twice as wide as she was tall, it was always just another barrel of milkshake, just another meal catered in sizes that would make a wedding party blush, or just another gaming session that went on for hours. Sure, Wanda wanted to get out and go on another adventure, but had she been able to stand, it wouldn’t take a genius to see that she was far too fat to even make it out her front door. So instead the deliveries kept coming, the TV was mounted to the ceiling so she could see it over her breasts and cheeks, and the red panda just kept on enjoying herself with her forced idleness.

The appointment with Doctor which had just ended, and from which Wanda still was trying to process, had been very brief. In fact, it had only been moments long. Doctor had come in, seen the split cast and the red panda blob that was spreading like a marshmallow in a microwave, and just gaped. The chubby peacock hadn’t said a word for a few moments before simply shaking her head and giving the Super Space Panda a nod. It had been what she’d said that made Wanda speechless, as until that point, she had been just ignoring how fat she was getting. It felt good to be so large… SO why worry about it? She could still do things, she was just tired! Out of energy and still sore from such a bad injury! So what if she had put on a little weight… It was just pounds! She could handle that, right?

Not so much.

“Panda… I don’t think your leg is all that’s keeping you locked in here now. Give me a call if you decide you want to get out adventuring again… I’ll see about putting you on a diet.” Doctor said, and then turned on her talon and left. The peacock didn’t even offer a goodbye, the scrunched look of worry on her face enough to speak volumes. It was a wake-up call to the Super Space Panda, and one she didn’t know what to do about. It did make her realize how big she had gotten, and well… How much two months of eating pretty much non-stop had really taken her from the Super Space Panda, to the Taking Up Space Panda. In fact, it was enough of a shock to her system that in her silence, she took in what she could see, and more importantly feel, of herself just to get a sense of why the doctor had reacted that way.

Her hips spilled over the sides of the creaking, flattened couch, oozing off them and towards the floor on either side as she stayed immobilized in the middle. They were long beyond the reach of her stubby, hugely bloated arms, arms which were too fat to bend without effort and were so stuffed with blubber that trying to even use her paws for eating was becoming a chore. Thinking on that, and remembering how many meals she’d eaten simply by having the food put on her boobs so she could eat it like a pig from a trough; a trough made of her own body, well… That should have been a sign that she had gotten a little fat. Of course, the feeling of the cool wooden floor of her secret lair also wasn’t helping matters, another indication that she had bloated up into a parody of her formerly simply fat self. Legs that couldn’t stand without the fat of her calves on the floor, cheeks that pushed up well into her vision, a neck that had melted like a scoop of ice cream into her shoulders and made her head somewhat sink into her frame… All of it was there for her to feel in her beached form, and the red panda couldn’t deny it anymore now that she was taking the time to actually think about it. She was huge, beyond simply fat. Adventures weren’t even a thought right now; how could they be? There was no way a body that would need a crane to move could stuff itself into her suit, nor could her jet pack or wings hold up her size. It was jarring to say the least, but also somewhat freeing. She had needed a break after all, and her leg was indeed still healing, so…

Why worry about it?

Instead, why think about it at all? She had gotten a VR headset delivered a few days prior, and was waiting for the delivery driver who always winked at her and brought a little extra to come again so she could have someone put it on. VR meant she could ignore the problem more, she could keep drowning herself in food, and she could just… Keep enjoying her time off. SO why not do that instead of worrying about little things like some weight or the fact that she was too big to even do the basic things like standing or showering? Games were more fun, and she could go on adventures online… So she just shrugged after a few moments of panic and self-reflection, and got back to sucking on the hose that was a nigh-permanent presence in her mouth. Yeah, why worry?

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VR and a hose had been it for Wanda. That had been her last chance to do something other than eat and game and exist. Her last chance to try and get herself off the couch and onto something other than just eating herself bigger. Her final gasp of freedom to wander the cosmos on her own power. However, instead of slowing down and trying to lose her newfound tonnage, the red panda had embraced it… And well, that had been months ago now. Her leg had healed up nicely, and was good enough to hold her. The pain was gone, the discomfort of it a distant memory now as she had taken all the time not moving it and keeping it elevated that she had been told to.

Too bad she was far, far, far too fat to stand now.

The couch had shattered under her size almost two months ago, and now she was seated on the remains of the thing, or rather, it was somewhere under the fat that was nearly filling her living room. Trash and takeout containers took up the rest of the room, though they were more under her immense girth than they were on the floor now. Why? Well when one’s waistline could be measured in yards instead of inches, it was somewhat hard for things to not wind up under the fat that spread out like a billowing balloon. Some was on top of her, the remnants of her last few feasts before Wanda had decided to spend all her time in VR. Her paws were too big for a controller anyways, and seeing her TV over her cheeks and boobs was becoming such a chore, so why take the headset off to stare at what she had become right? Instead, she could just live in the headset and go on adventures across the internet, using her eyes to navigate the interface and interact with whatever it was she chose to do. That was easier, and easier was all Wanda cared about.

From the outside, Wanda was now more a shapeless collection of furred folds than a red panda. A tanker delivered her milkshakes daily, and it showed in spades on her body just how many calories per day that she ate. She was a sweaty mess, with matted fur under the constant torrents of rank water that ran down her frame pooling around her on the ground. Her stomach was definitely the most prominent part of her body, a rolling hill of fat that stood taller than she had when she was still able to stand, and looked even taller still thanks to the two somehow-still-perky foothills that she somehow still called breasts towering above it. Her hips splayed wide, pressed against both walls of the room and starting to climb them thanks to running out of room to grow. The walls were creaking and coated in sweat too, the paint peeling from the constant flow of moisture against them, but Wanda couldn’t see that, and neither could anyone else who came in. Her arms and legs were both simply collars of fat, paws buried under hundreds of pounds of fat that made sure any movements of them were more twitches that sent the fat encasing them jiggling aggressively instead of any forms of movement. Her cheeks had grown big enough to fully encase her face, and had she not been wearing her headset, she wouldn’t have been able to see anything but her own fat. In fact, the only way to really tell where her face was came from the hose that was stuffed haphazardly into her muzzle, not even needing to be sucked on anymore as she was simply pumped full of empty calories day in and day out. Her stomach had grown and expanded enough from months upon months of eating consistently after all, and so there was never a moment that it went hungry anymore because well, it had turned int a calorie-consuming monster that left her pleasantly full at all times rather than uncomfortably full, even if she ate while she slept. All of this came together to make Wanda fatter than fat. She was huge. Enormous. Massive. Colossal.

She was the Super Space Panda, and she was living up to the Space part of her name in spades.

And she was going to keep living up to that too, one glug of milkshake at a time.