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The White Queen
By FC Punk

“This had better be good.”

Emma Frost sauntered her way through the Hellfire Club, her nose turned up.The lavish party was never ending, the debauchery unchecked. Celebrities, corporate executives, and politicians noshed together, drink in one hand and an arm around a beautiful woman.

She had received a letter from Sebastian Shaw to talk business and here she was. She was even dressed in her old White Queen attire: thigh high white leather boots, white panties, a white corset, white arm length gloves, and a white cape. It was a uniform from a different time in her life, after all she was an X-Man now, but of course the reality was clear: Once a member, always a member. It was her status as an X-Man that compelled her to come. Just what was Shaw planning?

Walking up the grand staircase her cape trailed behind her. She peered behind herself and wrinkled her nose in contempt. “What a silly get up. I can’t believe I wore this gaudy thing.” The staircase went up and up until she reached a private suite where she met Sebastian Shaw who was accompanied by Harry Leland and Donald Pierce.

“Welcome back, White Queen,” Shaw greeted her while seated in a grand 18th century ornate chair, to which Emma retorted, “I’m not the white queen anymore Sebastian. This outfit is just for old time’s sake. Now what do you want?”

“Before we get down to business we should have a drink.” Sebastian said while Donald poured some wine with his cybernetic arm. “This wine is a 1980 vintage from Italy.” Emma took a seat, putting one leg over the other. She sipped the wine, savoring the aged taste. “1980? That was the year I was born, a very good year indeed. Now enough flat-hnn, what?” Emma’s head started to spin and she put a gloved hand to her head. “Drugs? Really Sebastian?” She weakly deadpanned before gazing at her hand which had started to balloon with flab. “W-what?” She muttered before she collapsed on the ground.
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Emma’s eyes fluttered and she turned over in a bed. “My bed,” Emma muttered. Looking with one eye open she recognized the posh room as her old apartment at the club. It was as she left it with expensive rugs, a grand chandelier, a few antique chairs. As rolled onto her back she discovered something else: She had exploded in weight.

“What, no, no!” Emma cried out, still feeling her fat slosh from turning over. Her belly had exploded from her corset and stuck out in the air like a vulgar mountain of flesh, it flowed and covered her privates completely. Emma placed her hands on the wobbling lard pile and shook her heaving bulk. She watched in horror at her heap of belly blubber quivered in waves of sloppy fat. “Oh I’m going to kill Sebastian, hnn,” Emma said and grunted, “Hnnnnn, unnnnnnn!” Emma made loud unladylike sounds as she tried to sit up while struggling against the mound of belly fat weighing her down. “Hnnnng! Come on! I can do a hundred situps in five minutes, hnnng, and now I can’t even do one?!” Emma’s big stomach scrunched up into two big rolls and the extra pressure on her gut caused a large fart to gust out of her butt *PRRRRRP!* and her bed collapsed under her bulk.

“Whoa!” Emma yelled out as the bed collapsed and rolled off. Emma tried to get to her feet and winced as she felt her flesh sag and jiggle. Once on her feet she made her way to a mirror and observed her changed body.

To Emma’s disgust she was flabby everywhere; her stomach was a massive sack of lard that hung from her middle. She turned around and moved her cape away and cringed at how her formally fit and toned ass cheeks were now loose and flabby and coated in deep dimples, her thighs were the same; large and beefy with dimpled cellulite.

Her arms were round and broad while her upper arms resembled her belly by being drooping sacks of fat. Finally her face had grown tremendously chubby with her sharp cheekbones buried under a coating of flab and a double chin rested where her neck should be.

She felt something weird around her neck and dug her now sausage fingers under her bloated double chin, the feeling of the jiggling fat roll made her wince. Her fingers tapped against a collar which confirmed her suspicions.

“Nullifier. No wonder I can’t transform or read any thoughts.” Emma found moving her new heavy body difficult, it weighed her down and it made her sweat just moving to the door. “Come...hufff..on!” Emma pants, her fitness had plummeted to pathetic levels.

The door opened and armed guards in tactical body armor came in with one carrying a tray. The guard placed the covered tray on a table and they backed off, leaving her. Emma walked over to the tray and lifted the cover, revealing a simple gourmet cheeseburger and a side of fries made from the Hellfire Club bistro.

“Do they think I’m stupid? They already drugged me and turned me into this...grotesque thing.” At the word ‘grotesque’ Emma let out a big long *PPPPRRRUPPPPPT!* “Uggh!” Emma waved her hand, trying to fan away the horrid stench. With her shit scented fart lingering in the air her stomach rumbled and she found herself picking up the burger. The drug in the wine had amplified her appetite.

Discarding her proper dignified style of eating she sloppily took big bites. Her hunger was so severe, she felt so ravenous she felt compelled to eat like a Godless animal. With the fries she took a huge handful and shoved them in her mouth. As she gorged she looked up and saw a security camera above the door and frowned.

Sebastian, Harry, and Donald were watching Emma pig out, all of them amused at the sight. “Not so high and mighty now, heh,” Donald chuckled while Harry crowed, “That will teach her to mock my weight.” They watched her looking at the camera and saw her stick a middle finger at it and threw the tray lid at the camera, smashing it offline.

“Well, there’s a little bit of fight left,” Sebastian remarked before looking at each of them, “Go and check out butterball out. I’ll send a unit to back you up.”

Back in the room Emma took a knife off the tray and dug it under her chin, jamming it in her collar. “AHHH!” Emma yelled out and broke the nullifier. Free of it’s confines her huge double chin surged out even more to her displaure. “Ugh. That bastard Shaw better have a cure. I will not tolerate this obesity.” She kicked the door open and slowly walked down the hall, she slowly waddled and could feel her heart going a mile a minute under her flab. Moving her blubber was difficult she felt heavy and slow and cumbersome as her gait had been reduced to a pathetic wobbling waddle.

Around the corner came several tactical guards who raised their guns at her. Emma turned her fat to diamond and the massive woman was protected by the bullets as the slow massive diamond covered woman tossed guards around. She kicked one across the hall, she knocked several out with just one slap, she grabbed one by his arms and tossed him through the ceiling, his legs dangling above her. Turning back to normal she continued on her path of vengeance when Leland and Pierce confronted her “That’s far enough Miss Frost,” Donald told her while Leland pinches her nose, “Your appearance is offensive Miss Frost, you require a bath.”

“Shut up Harry you corpulent-nn, ah-” Emma began to insult the fat man before she stumbled over, hands on her knees. She moaned and farted *PRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!* a great big gust of wind that quickly turned wet when brown waste escaped her butt. “Nnn, no!” Emma cried out as the former White Queen pooped herself.

“Ha ha ha ha!” Both Harry and Donald laughed at the pooping Emma who was pushing out huge poops that caused the back of her panties to bulge and bulge until her panties came apart and shit came plopping out, sliding down her fat legs and staining her white cape brown. “Oh my Miss Frost, how undignified!” Donald mocked her, a smug grin on her lips. With complete and utter fury Emma coldly said “Fry” and fried their brains with her telepathy.

The door to Sebastian’s room burst open as Emma in her diamond form kicked it down. She slowly waddled over to Sebastian, changing back her diamonds into fat.

“Sebastian!”

“Emma, I was expecting you.” Sebastian held a handkerchief to his nose, trying to block the smell of Emma’s shit. “I bet you were, you little-” Emma was about to say but got distracted by the turkey dinner that had been presented on a long table. Her hunger roared and she wobbled over to the table to feast. Her gloved hands became stained as she picked at the turkey.

“I see you care about food more than your revenge,” Sebastian duly noted as he observed her slobbly eating. “Oh Emma, what a fat sow you’ve become so, so…” He held his head and stumbled, holding onto a chair to balance himself.

“Schee Sebashan,” Emma talked with her mouthful “I don havh to gethh upph. I cann multitaskh.”

Sebastian tried to concentrate and moaned out, “Nnn, this is impossible. I have safeguards against telepathy.”

“Oh Sebasahn,” Emma paused her eating and let out a big load of shit fall from her brown butt onto his expensive carpet “You forgeth. I putth dose blockks in teh firssth place.”

Emma scanned Sebastian’s mind and found the truth: There was no cure. She was stuck like this forever. She took the drugged bottle of wine and started to chug it.

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Emma Frost had once more become the White Queen and was now the Queen of the Hellfire Club as well. She was seated on a plush bed, a big mound of fat with her belly spilling over her legs and her ass rising above her. *PPPPPPRRRRRT!!!* Emma released a large dump of waist behind her that sputtered from her cheeks like a chocolate fountain.

Sebastian, Harry, and Donald came into the room with Harry pushing a cart of cakes. Sebastian and Harry took turns feeding Emma who messily ate, smacking her lips and getting cream and sugar all over her ring of 16 chins. Donald had with him a big bucket of soapy water and a towel. He got behind Emma and started to clean Emma up, getting elbow deep into the poop and doing what Emma’s mental telepathy had conditioned him to do.

It was good to be the Queen.