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(What's in this? A massively pregnant woman and two other women who become massively pregnant.)

Goliath Gal, stalwart defender of City Burg, stood tall and proud as she walked through the prison-come-asylum to the visitor's area, hiding her unease. It wasn't hard; it was always there, the concern of preparing to confront an individual who was not well and prone to... disrupting those around them. But Goliath Gal had met and dealt with this individual numerous times, and the concern was less a fear of uncertainty than of certainty. The certainty of knowing how they would act, what could set them off.

Not that she was afraid of personal harm, having super-strength and invulnerability as part of the standard 'costumed superhero' package. But Goliath Gal cared for all people, and her concern was what the prisoner she was going to meet could do to themselves. It was several years, many battles, and no progress in their treatment had been made.

That this would be the first time her new sidekick, the latest Gidget, would meet the prisoner was also an issue. Jenny was a spirited and dedicated sidekick, but she could be a little... intense. Not the kind of personality Goliath Gal's frequent foe needed to be around; they were intense enough themselves.

It was going on 8:00 at night, well after the normal visiting hours, but Goliath Gal was a VIP of sorts in the law enforcement community, and the prisoner was only recently returned to the asylum, their latest attack on the city foiled less than an hour ago. GG wanted a face-to-face as soon as possible. Not only was it customary, the post-battle 'gloating,' but something about this latest incident felt wrong and GG needed to reassure herself this time was no different than every other battle of wills.

The prisoner was already waiting for them. Considering the logistics of transporting her around the facility it was reasonable to assume she had been brought here directly after being searched for hidden weapons, processed and changed into the orange jumpsuit all prisoners wore. Just the matter of getting her into the one-piece must have taken the guards as long as Goliath Gal and Gidget had spent destroying her rampaging robot.

She was positioned sideways to the entrance, allowing GG to meet her gaze upon entering and giving Gidget a chance to take her all in. There was a lot of her.

Dr. Pamela May had once been the world's foremost fertility scientist (and she still was, she would insist), a prodigy in reproductive biology earning accolades around the world. Until, one night, a colleague attempted to kill her to cover up his own duplicitous deeds; knocked into an array of chemicals, Dr. May's physiology was mutated into a perpetually pregnant emblem of fertility.

Her mind was similarly affected, with her natural maternal instinct and fascination with pregnancy elevated to a religious-like fervor. Instead of dedicating herself to helping women conceive, she saw it as her calling to render all women pregnant. To 'share the blessing' she lived every day.

The question of whether the women wanted to be pregnant did not concern her, leading her to take her ideals into the realm of supervillainy. Unlike the other costumed villains who sought death and destruction, Dr. May spread chaos and disorder through her desire for big, firm bellies.

None were bigger or firmer than Dr. May's. Over the years, as her uncounted fetuses grew larger and could not be born naturally, her belly had swelled to overshadow the rest of her and render her functionally immobile. Even if her breasts and lower half were not inflated beyond any concept of 'acceptable for a human,' Dr. May's belly was a lodestone anchoring the mad scientist to the floor.

She was currently sitting on one of the tables in the visitation area, her head only just coming up over her belly.

“Hello, GG. Did your third litter receive the birthday presents I sent last week?”

Goliath Gal let slip just the briefest twitch of her eye, the only sign Dr. May's taunt had reached her. Or was it a taunt? Any other villain would delight in the not one, not two, but three times they had taken GG out of the superheroine game for several months. But Dr. May probably saw those bouts of hyper-pregnancy as gifts for the guardian of City Burg.

“Third litter?” Gidget whispered.

“You know when I would disappear from the public eye for a few months at a time?” she whispered back. “Run-ins with her.”

She was not sure why she was whispering. It was a testament of City Burg's love of Goliath Gal that no one ever pointed out how Marley Mightington, billionaire heiress and first daughter of the city, had close to 30 children running around her stately manor, their births coinciding with the absences of Goliath Gal. But Jenny, bless her heart, was one of the few people to not piece it together.

“Oh.” Then, louder and directed at Dr. May, “Well, nothing happened this time because we are two crusaders of Justice! And nothing can stop us in our eternal quest to right wrongs, defend the weak, and preserve Justice!”

And she posed. Left hand on her hip, right hand raised up in a fist, face tilted up with her chin jutting out.

Silence.

“You must be the new Gidget,” Dr. May finally said. “What are you, the ninth?”

“Tenth,” Goliath Gal corrected. “You keep forgetting number six.”

“Ah, yes. The undercover one posing as one of my henchwomen.”

“And you,” GG turned to Gidget, “Save the theatrics for the public. You're not going to get anywhere with villains.”

“Introductions!” Dr. May said, clapping her hands, “I am Mother May I, mistress of maternity and-”

“I thought you were changing your name after last time,” Goliath Gal cut her off. 'Last time' referred to her previous scheme, where she created a company selling subliminal message tapes claiming to help people stop smoking, improve their memory and other such things, but which instead were conditioning women to crave the feeling of being pregnant and rewiring their bodies to become more fertile. Surprisingly subtle for Dr. May, it would have succeeded had she named the company something other than MMI Inc.

“I will,” she said defensively, “It's not easy thinking of a pregnancy-themed title, you know. I have a role to maintain.”

She brushed a lock of chestnut hair from in front of her glasses, revealing that her hands were locked together with manacles.

“Are those necessary?” Gidget asked. “There's no way she can fight in that condition.”

“If the guards don't keep her shackled she'll be groping herself and... doing other unseemly things.” Goliath Gal blushed as she said this. Time to get this over with. She turned back to the imprisoned scientist. “You saw that we stopped your latest scheme.”

“You destroyed my son, Impregnatron 1.0.” There was unmistakable sadness in her voice.

“Your 'son' was a two-story tall robot that looked like a toy from the 50's, shooting a laser out of its eyes that made women grow hugely pregnant.”

“Actually I modeled him off of the robot in the 'Intergalactic' music video,” Dr. May huffed. “How could you not recognize that?”

“The what video?” Gidget asked, genuinely confused. Goliath Girl and Dr. May shared a sigh.

“I feel old now,” GG muttered. Back to the conversation, “Anyway, what was up with his voice? Why did he blare all his dialogue in a robotic cadence?”

“Yeah, what's up with that?” Gidget asked, affecting the halting speech pattern of Impregnatron. “I. AM. A. ROBOT. I. WILL. MAKE. YOU. PREGNANT.”

“He never said that.” Dr. May frowned. “That's far too blunt.”

“OK, but the stuff he said was... weird. YOU. LOOK. RADIANT. YOU. HAVE. THAT. MATERNAL. GLOW.”

“Women always feel self-conscious about their looks when they start showing. He was complimenting them, helping them feel better,” she explained, as if it was perfectly logical.

“But that voice!”

“I'm a fertility expert, not an Apple design 'guru.'” She made finger quotes with that last word. “Maybe next time I'll worry about aesthetics if they're so important to you.”

“What is important to me is Justice! And ending your tyranny of rampant pregnancy.”

“Are you saying motherhood is unjust?”

“I- Um.” That stumped Gidget. Goliath Gal put a hand on her sidekick's shoulder.

“I told you to save it. We're not here for a back and forth. And you,” back to Dr. May. “Stop trying to confuse my sidekick.”

“You're kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel with her, aren't you?”

“Hey!” Gidget said, but Goliath Gal had to bite her tongue. It was true, she didn't have the best pick of sidekicks anymore. Having Dr. May as a nemesis meant she went through sidekicks with far more frequency than other heroes. Another hero might lose the occasional teen adventurer to a psychotic clown or a reality-rewriting crisis event, but GG had a reputation for personally facilitating City Burg's disproportionate teen pregnancy rate. So she had to take what help she could get, such as the all-too-eager Jenny, who was focused more on action than thinking things through.

“Ugh, stop that!”

And who was easily riled up by the slightest thing, like Dr. May squeezing and massaging one of her watermelon-sized teats while conversing with GG and Gidget. Goliath Gal, desensitized to Dr. May's frequent groping, had barely noticed it.

“I can't help it. They're feeling particularly sore today, and massaging them helps.”

“You look like you're getting off on it. Stop enjoying it so much.”

“Are you volunteering to relieve my pain?”

“If it'll stop you from being so weird.”

Gidget took a step forward, stopped immediately by Goliath Gal pulling her back.

“The chemicals that affected Dr. May are permanently running through her body. An attempt to excise their presence and return her to normal instead gave her the ability to expel a concentrated dose of them through her... mammaries.” Goliath Gal coughed.

“What?”

“She lactates a milk that will turn you into a massively pregnant woman. And she's able to spray it with particular force. It's why Gidget number seven had to retire.” And it was why she would be sent to isolation once this conversation was done, kept away from general population.

“Oh ho!” Gidget turned back to Dr. May, who was smiling wickedly despite having her fun cut short. “Trying to trick me? It won't work. Stalwarts of Justice cannot be stopped so easily! We endure, just as Justice does!”

“Life endures, my dear. It can't be stopped. That's why you can never beat me, only slow me down now and then.”

She wasn't wrong. Every time Dr. May escaped from prison and set out on a new scheme she attained some measure of victory, since victory to her was only measured in bellies swollen. City Burg had the highest per capita concentration of preschools, day cares and Gymborees, an effect of Dr. May's career as a supervillainess.

“Tell me,” she said, “Before you stopped Impregnatron, how many women did he bless?”

“An accurate count has not been made yet, but he began his rampage at a Megan Trainor concert, so it'll be somewhere in the hundreds.”

Dr. May closed her eyes and purred, picturing all those women giant and gravid.

“But we stopped him!” Gidget bragged. “And you're back where you belong, behind bars and away from any innocent women.”

“And here you are, come to see me in chains and gloat about your victory that is not a victory but just a delay in my quest. Like you always do after stopping me. So predictable.”

Goliath Gal's sixth sense began buzzing. She tensed, not knowing why.

“I'm not mad about Impregnatron 1.0, let me say that,” Dr. May continued, “I knew you would stop him once I let him out to play. He wasn't designed for combat or violence or anything uncouth like that, but I did take precautions. Built him to withstand whatever you threw at him.”

“But we stopped him,” Gidget repeated.

“Yes. He fell apart into several pieces and shut down after just a few minutes of fighting. You didn't have to destroy him completely, did you?”

Something was wrong, but Goliath Gal couldn't see the full picture.

“Why did he go down so easily?”

“Because I needed to lose and get arrested.” Dr. May said, happy to answer. “It was the surest way we could meet face to face. Why do you think I had him in constant contact with the computers back at my lab? I didn't need him receiving orders every second, he has a mind of his own. But I let you track the signal to my lab so the police could find me.”

Her plan wasn't a giant robot making the entire city pregnant, Goliath Gal realized. That was the preamble.

Too late. There was a crash, and the door behind GG and Gidget was gone. Entering the room was a trio of robotic females. Standing an inch taller than Gidget, they were colored a stark black and white with unnaturally perfect facial features and hair that was one solid piece of plasticine, never moving even as they did. The only truly odd feature of their design was the antennae coming out of the sides of their heads like cubist rabbit ears.

“We found you, Mommy!” They cried in unison. Their voices and cadence were not as robotic as Impregnatron's, but there was still a distinctly unnatural quality to their speech.

“I brought you flowers.” One of the robots broke away from the others to skip forward to Dr. May, presenting her with a handful of daisies and orchids.

“Ohhhh. Thank you, sweetie.” Dr. May gushed. “Now take these cuff off Mommy's wrists, then go join your sisters.”

“Yes, mommy.”

The other two had already taken positions behind and to the sides of Gidget and Goliath Gal. When the third turned around the two superheroines found themselves surrounded.

“She tricked us!” Gidget cried, her body already shifted to a fighting pose.

“Yes! I took the 'Stall the villain by letting them ramble' trick and turned it around. Because I'm a genius.”

“What are they?” Goliath Gal asked.

“These are my girls, the Impregnatron 2.0 series.”

“Noticeable improvement on the voices.” Goliath Gal tried to keep the same even tone she had been using before the interruption, hiding her fear.

“I can't take credit for that. That was all Dr. Kendrick's work.”

“Dr. Kendrick...” Goliath Gal wracked her brains. Why was that name familiar? “The break-in at CBU. That was you.”

“Break-in?” Gidget asked.

“Last month there was a break-in at the robotics labs at City Burg University. Dr. Harold Kendrick was working on an artificial intelligence program.”

“He had already achieved success,” Dr. May said, “But the things he had planned for it. Autonomous drones and tanks, weapons of destruction that could think. Tsk.”

“And you thought you had a more noble purpose for the program?”

“Of course! Besides, who is more qualified than me to bring a new lifeform into this world?”

“Sorry to break up the family reunion,” Gidget said, “but one bit of cleverness isn't enough to stop us.”

Leaping forward, Gidget thrust her fist directly at the nearest Impregnatron's face. It hit empty air.

“What?” Gidget looked two degrees to the left, at the Impregnatron standing perfectly still an inch away from her fist. “Hai!”

She tried again, striking her other fist at the robot. A greyish blur was the only sign of the robot moving, rather than teleporting a foot away from the attack, back to its starting position.

“You'll notice they're a lot more swift and agile than their brother,” Dr. May said.

“Don't wear yourself out, Gidget,” Goliath Gal ordered her sidekick who was striking repeatedly at empty air. “We need a plan.”

“Too late for that, Goliath Gal,” Dr. May said triumphantly. “The game is over. Girls: babies for everyone.”

“Yay! Babies!” The robots squealed as one, their eyes turning bright red.

“Move!” Goliath Gal cried, rolling backwards out of the line of sight of the two Impregnatrons focused on her. It did no good; as fast as she could move, the robots were faster.

She felt a warmth spreading through her body, staying with her as she tried dodging, ducking and diving for cover. The robots kept their distance, but never let the heroine get away from their rays. It was only a wave in the air, like heat on asphalt on a summer day, but its effects were clear within seconds.

It was her belly that was affected first, of course, the six-pack of the mighty woman's torso disappearing before her stomach began curving outward into a potbelly. But before one would have the chance to mistake her growth for a roll of fat brought on by too many celebratory beers and hot wings, it grew even larger and firmer, her pregnant state unmistakeable.

Across the room Gidget was in a similar predicament, only not as far along as she was being struck by one set of rays, rather than two. She was still swinging away at the robot, obstinately trying to land one lucky punch.

Goliath Gal wasn't one to give up easily either, staying on her feet and doing an impressive job of jumping around, rolling over tables, and making the robots work to obey their creator's command. Her enhanced musculature and agility served her well regardless of how many babies were being packed into her womb; she was as light and nimble as she had been moments ago.

It was for naught. She could not escape the gaze of the robots, and as her belly grew to boulder-sized her subconscious fear of harming the babies inside her made her rein in her diving and leaping about. As the effects of the rays spread to the rest of her body, widening her hips and blowing up her already impressive chest (all heroines who had Dr. May-enforced maternity leave returned to action with breasts that stood out even in the superhero community), an angry resignation settled in. She was still super-strong, could still carry her body with relative ease, but there was something ridiculous about swinging her bloated body this way and that. When she couldn't see over her breasts and belly, when she kept hitting a table or bench with a butt grown past the reach of her arm, she decided it was safer to stand still.

Gidget, not enhanced by science or magic, had it worse. Though half the size of Goliath Gal, she fell to the ground defeated much sooner, unable to lift her belly the size of a Volkswagon or move her legs as thick as redwoods.

At least they had their dignity, the unstable molecules found in all superhero costumes stretching out as much as necessary to keep the women presentable.

Minutes after it started the 'battle' was over, with Goliath Gal and Gidget stuck on the floor, weighed down just as Dr. May was.

Dr. May, for her part, has used the newly won freedom of her hands to enjoy the spectacle in her own fashion: by pleasuring herself, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm while groping her ample bosom. That, Goliath Gal decided, was the worst part of all this.

“Well done, girls,” Dr. May panted when she was done, her 'daughters' cutting off their pregnancy beams. “Now help Mommy out of here.”

One of the Impregnatrons removed a pair of square disks from its back, handing one to her sister and unfolding the other one until it was the size of a pallet. The smaller one was slipped under Dr. May's sizable rear, and the larger placed under her belly. Fiddling with a wristband given to her, Dr. May activated the two hoverpads and was subsequently lifted off the ground and moving for the door.

“Let's get out of here, dearies. We've got a lot left to do tonight.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“First we need to collect your brother and put him back together. Then we'll help the rest of your sisters turn the city into Mayternia, capital of my new empire. And then we'll all have ice cream!”

“Yay! Ice cream!” One of the Impregnatrons cried as they vanished from view of the superheroines.

“This isn't over!” Gidget called after the retreating scientist. “Justice will prevail! Justice is not stopped by lots of babies!”

“Gidget, give it a rest.” Goliath Gal sighed.

Is this the final defeat of our heroine?

Will the mad maternal miscreant makeover the metropolis into ground zero of her global gravid... uh, empire?

Stay tuned, to see if I ever feel like continuing this story.

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(What's in this? A massively pregnant woman and two other women who become massively pregnant.)

Goliath Gal, stalwart defender of City Burg, stood tall and proud as she walked through the prison-come-asylum to the visitor's area, hiding her unease. It wasn't hard; it was always there, the concern of preparing to confront an individual who was not well and prone to... disrupting those around them. But Goliath Gal had met and dealt with this individual numerous times, and the concern was less a fear of uncertainty than of certainty. The certainty of knowing how they would act, what could set them off.

Not that she was afraid of personal harm, having super-strength and invulnerability as part of the standard 'costumed superhero' package. But Goliath Gal cared for all people, and her concern was what the prisoner she was going to meet could do to themselves. It was several years, many battles, and no progress in their treatment had been made.

That this would be the first time her new sidekick, the latest Gidget, would meet the prisoner was also an issue. Jenny was a spirited and dedicated sidekick, but she could be a little... intense. Not the kind of personality Goliath Gal's frequent foe needed to be around; they were intense enough themselves.

It was going on 8:00 at night, well after the normal visiting hours, but Goliath Gal was a VIP of sorts in the law enforcement community, and the prisoner was only recently returned to the asylum, their latest attack on the city foiled less than an hour ago. GG wanted a face-to-face as soon as possible. Not only was it customary, the post-battle 'gloating,' but something about this latest incident felt wrong and GG needed to reassure herself this time was no different than every other battle of wills.

The prisoner was already waiting for them. Considering the logistics of transporting her around the facility it was reasonable to assume she had been brought here directly after being searched for hidden weapons, processed and changed into the orange jumpsuit all prisoners wore. Just the matter of getting her into the one-piece must have taken the guards as long as Goliath Gal and Gidget had spent destroying her rampaging robot.

She was positioned sideways to the entrance, allowing GG to meet her gaze upon entering and giving Gidget a chance to take her all in. There was a lot of her.

Dr. Pamela May had once been the world's foremost fertility scientist (and she still was, she would insist), a prodigy in reproductive biology earning accolades around the world. Until, one night, a colleague attempted to kill her to cover up his own duplicitous deeds; knocked into an array of chemicals, Dr. May's physiology was mutated into a perpetually pregnant emblem of fertility.

Her mind was similarly affected, with her natural maternal instinct and fascination with pregnancy elevated to a religious-like fervor. Instead of dedicating herself to helping women conceive, she saw it as her calling to render all women pregnant. To 'share the blessing' she lived every day.

The question of whether the women wanted to be pregnant did not concern her, leading her to take her ideals into the realm of supervillainy. Unlike the other costumed villains who sought death and destruction, Dr. May spread chaos and disorder through her desire for big, firm bellies.

None were bigger or firmer than Dr. May's. Over the years, as her uncounted fetuses grew larger and could not be born naturally, her belly had swelled to overshadow the rest of her and render her functionally immobile. Even if her breasts and lower half were not inflated beyond any concept of 'acceptable for a human,' Dr. May's belly was a lodestone anchoring the mad scientist to the floor.

She was currently sitting on one of the tables in the visitation area, her head only just coming up over her belly.

“Hello, GG. Did your third litter receive the birthday presents I sent last week?”

Goliath Gal let slip just the briefest twitch of her eye, the only sign Dr. May's taunt had reached her. Or was it a taunt? Any other villain would delight in the not one, not two, but three times they had taken GG out of the superheroine game for several months. But Dr. May probably saw those bouts of hyper-pregnancy as gifts for the guardian of City Burg.

“Third litter?” Gidget whispered.

“You know when I would disappear from the public eye for a few months at a time?” she whispered back. “Run-ins with her.”

She was not sure why she was whispering. It was a testament of City Burg's love of Goliath Gal that no one ever pointed out how Marley Mightington, billionaire heiress and first daughter of the city, had close to 30 children running around her stately manor, their births coinciding with the absences of Goliath Gal. But Jenny, bless her heart, was one of the few people to not piece it together.

“Oh.” Then, louder and directed at Dr. May, “Well, nothing happened this time because we are two crusaders of Justice! And nothing can stop us in our eternal quest to right wrongs, defend the weak, and preserve Justice!”

And she posed. Left hand on her hip, right hand raised up in a fist, face tilted up with her chin jutting out.

Silence.

“You must be the new Gidget,” Dr. May finally said. “What are you, the ninth?”

“Tenth,” Goliath Gal corrected. “You keep forgetting number six.”

“Ah, yes. The undercover one posing as one of my henchwomen.”

“And you,” GG turned to Gidget, “Save the theatrics for the public. You're not going to get anywhere with villains.”

“Introductions!” Dr. May said, clapping her hands, “I am Mother May I, mistress of maternity and-”

“I thought you were changing your name after last time,” Goliath Gal cut her off. 'Last time' referred to her previous scheme, where she created a company selling subliminal message tapes claiming to help people stop smoking, improve their memory and other such things, but which instead were conditioning women to crave the feeling of being pregnant and rewiring their bodies to become more fertile. Surprisingly subtle for Dr. May, it would have succeeded had she named the company something other than MMI Inc.

“I will,” she said defensively, “It's not easy thinking of a pregnancy-themed title, you know. I have a role to maintain.”

She brushed a lock of chestnut hair from in front of her glasses, revealing that her hands were locked together with manacles.

“Are those necessary?” Gidget asked. “There's no way she can fight in that condition.”

“If the guards don't keep her shackled she'll be groping herself and... doing other unseemly things.” Goliath Gal blushed as she said this. Time to get this over with. She turned back to the imprisoned scientist. “You saw that we stopped your latest scheme.”

“You destroyed my son, Impregnatron 1.0.” There was unmistakable sadness in her voice.

“Your 'son' was a two-story tall robot that looked like a toy from the 50's, shooting a laser out of its eyes that made women grow hugely pregnant.”

“Actually I modeled him off of the robot in the 'Intergalactic' music video,” Dr. May huffed. “How could you not recognize that?”

“The what video?” Gidget asked, genuinely confused. Goliath Girl and Dr. May shared a sigh.

“I feel old now,” GG muttered. Back to the conversation, “Anyway, what was up with his voice? Why did he blare all his dialogue in a robotic cadence?”

“Yeah, what's up with that?” Gidget asked, affecting the halting speech pattern of Impregnatron. “I. AM. A. ROBOT. I. WILL. MAKE. YOU. PREGNANT.”

“He never said that.” Dr. May frowned. “That's far too blunt.”

“OK, but the stuff he said was... weird. YOU. LOOK. RADIANT. YOU. HAVE. THAT. MATERNAL. GLOW.”

“Women always feel self-conscious about their looks when they start showing. He was complimenting them, helping them feel better,” she explained, as if it was perfectly logical.

“But that voice!”

“I'm a fertility expert, not an Apple design 'guru.'” She made finger quotes with that last word. “Maybe next time I'll worry about aesthetics if they're so important to you.”

“What is important to me is Justice! And ending your tyranny of rampant pregnancy.”

“Are you saying motherhood is unjust?”

“I- Um.” That stumped Gidget. Goliath Gal put a hand on her sidekick's shoulder.

“I told you to save it. We're not here for a back and forth. And you,” back to Dr. May. “Stop trying to confuse my sidekick.”

“You're kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel with her, aren't you?”

“Hey!” Gidget said, but Goliath Gal had to bite her tongue. It was true, she didn't have the best pick of sidekicks anymore. Having Dr. May as a nemesis meant she went through sidekicks with far more frequency than other heroes. Another hero might lose the occasional teen adventurer to a psychotic clown or a reality-rewriting crisis event, but GG had a reputation for personally facilitating City Burg's disproportionate teen pregnancy rate. So she had to take what help she could get, such as the all-too-eager Jenny, who was focused more on action than thinking things through.

“Ugh, stop that!”

And who was easily riled up by the slightest thing, like Dr. May squeezing and massaging one of her watermelon-sized teats while conversing with GG and Gidget. Goliath Gal, desensitized to Dr. May's frequent groping, had barely noticed it.

“I can't help it. They're feeling particularly sore today, and massaging them helps.”

“You look like you're getting off on it. Stop enjoying it so much.”

“Are you volunteering to relieve my pain?”

“If it'll stop you from being so weird.”

Gidget took a step forward, stopped immediately by Goliath Gal pulling her back.

“The chemicals that affected Dr. May are permanently running through her body. An attempt to excise their presence and return her to normal instead gave her the ability to expel a concentrated dose of them through her... mammaries.” Goliath Gal coughed.

“What?”

“She lactates a milk that will turn you into a massively pregnant woman. And she's able to spray it with particular force. It's why Gidget number seven had to retire.” And it was why she would be sent to isolation once this conversation was done, kept away from general population.

“Oh ho!” Gidget turned back to Dr. May, who was smiling wickedly despite having her fun cut short. “Trying to trick me? It won't work. Stalwarts of Justice cannot be stopped so easily! We endure, just as Justice does!”

“Life endures, my dear. It can't be stopped. That's why you can never beat me, only slow me down now and then.”

She wasn't wrong. Every time Dr. May escaped from prison and set out on a new scheme she attained some measure of victory, since victory to her was only measured in bellies swollen. City Burg had the highest per capita concentration of preschools, day cares and Gymborees, an effect of Dr. May's career as a supervillainess.

“Tell me,” she said, “Before you stopped Impregnatron, how many women did he bless?”

“An accurate count has not been made yet, but he began his rampage at a Megan Trainor concert, so it'll be somewhere in the hundreds.”

Dr. May closed her eyes and purred, picturing all those women giant and gravid.

“But we stopped him!” Gidget bragged. “And you're back where you belong, behind bars and away from any innocent women.”

“And here you are, come to see me in chains and gloat about your victory that is not a victory but just a delay in my quest. Like you always do after stopping me. So predictable.”

Goliath Gal's sixth sense began buzzing. She tensed, not knowing why.

“I'm not mad about Impregnatron 1.0, let me say that,” Dr. May continued, “I knew you would stop him once I let him out to play. He wasn't designed for combat or violence or anything uncouth like that, but I did take precautions. Built him to withstand whatever you threw at him.”

“But we stopped him,” Gidget repeated.

“Yes. He fell apart into several pieces and shut down after just a few minutes of fighting. You didn't have to destroy him completely, did you?”

Something was wrong, but Goliath Gal couldn't see the full picture.

“Why did he go down so easily?”

“Because I needed to lose and get arrested.” Dr. May said, happy to answer. “It was the surest way we could meet face to face. Why do you think I had him in constant contact with the computers back at my lab? I didn't need him receiving orders every second, he has a mind of his own. But I let you track the signal to my lab so the police could find me.”

Her plan wasn't a giant robot making the entire city pregnant, Goliath Gal realized. That was the preamble.

Too late. There was a crash, and the door behind GG and Gidget was gone. Entering the room was a trio of robotic females. Standing an inch taller than Gidget, they were colored a stark black and white with unnaturally perfect facial features and hair that was one solid piece of plasticine, never moving even as they did. The only truly odd feature of their design was the antennae coming out of the sides of their heads like cubist rabbit ears.

“We found you, Mommy!” They cried in unison. Their voices and cadence were not as robotic as Impregnatron's, but there was still a distinctly unnatural quality to their speech.

“I brought you flowers.” One of the robots broke away from the others to skip forward to Dr. May, presenting her with a handful of daisies and orchids.

“Ohhhh. Thank you, sweetie.” Dr. May gushed. “Now take these cuff off Mommy's wrists, then go join your sisters.”

“Yes, mommy.”

The other two had already taken positions behind and to the sides of Gidget and Goliath Gal. When the third turned around the two superheroines found themselves surrounded.

“She tricked us!” Gidget cried, her body already shifted to a fighting pose.

“Yes! I took the 'Stall the villain by letting them ramble' trick and turned it around. Because I'm a genius.”

“What are they?” Goliath Gal asked.

“These are my girls, the Impregnatron 2.0 series.”

“Noticeable improvement on the voices.” Goliath Gal tried to keep the same even tone she had been using before the interruption, hiding her fear.

“I can't take credit for that. That was all Dr. Kendrick's work.”

“Dr. Kendrick...” Goliath Gal wracked her brains. Why was that name familiar? “The break-in at CBU. That was you.”

“Break-in?” Gidget asked.

“Last month there was a break-in at the robotics labs at City Burg University. Dr. Harold Kendrick was working on an artificial intelligence program.”

“He had already achieved success,” Dr. May said, “But the things he had planned for it. Autonomous drones and tanks, weapons of destruction that could think. Tsk.”

“And you thought you had a more noble purpose for the program?”

“Of course! Besides, who is more qualified than me to bring a new lifeform into this world?”

“Sorry to break up the family reunion,” Gidget said, “but one bit of cleverness isn't enough to stop us.”

Leaping forward, Gidget thrust her fist directly at the nearest Impregnatron's face. It hit empty air.

“What?” Gidget looked two degrees to the left, at the Impregnatron standing perfectly still an inch away from her fist. “Hai!”

She tried again, striking her other fist at the robot. A greyish blur was the only sign of the robot moving, rather than teleporting a foot away from the attack, back to its starting position.

“You'll notice they're a lot more swift and agile than their brother,” Dr. May said.

“Don't wear yourself out, Gidget,” Goliath Gal ordered her sidekick who was striking repeatedly at empty air. “We need a plan.”

“Too late for that, Goliath Gal,” Dr. May said triumphantly. “The game is over. Girls: babies for everyone.”

“Yay! Babies!” The robots squealed as one, their eyes turning bright red.

“Move!” Goliath Gal cried, rolling backwards out of the line of sight of the two Impregnatrons focused on her. It did no good; as fast as she could move, the robots were faster.

She felt a warmth spreading through her body, staying with her as she tried dodging, ducking and diving for cover. The robots kept their distance, but never let the heroine get away from their rays. It was only a wave in the air, like heat on asphalt on a summer day, but its effects were clear within seconds.

It was her belly that was affected first, of course, the six-pack of the mighty woman's torso disappearing before her stomach began curving outward into a potbelly. But before one would have the chance to mistake her growth for a roll of fat brought on by too many celebratory beers and hot wings, it grew even larger and firmer, her pregnant state unmistakeable.

Across the room Gidget was in a similar predicament, only not as far along as she was being struck by one set of rays, rather than two. She was still swinging away at the robot, obstinately trying to land one lucky punch.

Goliath Gal wasn't one to give up easily either, staying on her feet and doing an impressive job of jumping around, rolling over tables, and making the robots work to obey their creator's command. Her enhanced musculature and agility served her well regardless of how many babies were being packed into her womb; she was as light and nimble as she had been moments ago.

It was for naught. She could not escape the gaze of the robots, and as her belly grew to boulder-sized her subconscious fear of harming the babies inside her made her rein in her diving and leaping about. As the effects of the rays spread to the rest of her body, widening her hips and blowing up her already impressive chest (all heroines who had Dr. May-enforced maternity leave returned to action with breasts that stood out even in the superhero community), an angry resignation settled in. She was still super-strong, could still carry her body with relative ease, but there was something ridiculous about swinging her bloated body this way and that. When she couldn't see over her breasts and belly, when she kept hitting a table or bench with a butt grown past the reach of her arm, she decided it was safer to stand still.

Gidget, not enhanced by science or magic, had it worse. Though half the size of Goliath Gal, she fell to the ground defeated much sooner, unable to lift her belly the size of a Volkswagon or move her legs as thick as redwoods.

At least they had their dignity, the unstable molecules found in all superhero costumes stretching out as much as necessary to keep the women presentable.

Minutes after it started the 'battle' was over, with Goliath Gal and Gidget stuck on the floor, weighed down just as Dr. May was.

Dr. May, for her part, has used the newly won freedom of her hands to enjoy the spectacle in her own fashion: by pleasuring herself, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm while groping her ample bosom. That, Goliath Gal decided, was the worst part of all this.

“Well done, girls,” Dr. May panted when she was done, her 'daughters' cutting off their pregnancy beams. “Now help Mommy out of here.”

One of the Impregnatrons removed a pair of square disks from its back, handing one to her sister and unfolding the other one until it was the size of a pallet. The smaller one was slipped under Dr. May's sizable rear, and the larger placed under her belly. Fiddling with a wristband given to her, Dr. May activated the two hoverpads and was subsequently lifted off the ground and moving for the door.

“Let's get out of here, dearies. We've got a lot left to do tonight.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“First we need to collect your brother and put him back together. Then we'll help the rest of your sisters turn the city into Mayternia, capital of my new empire. And then we'll all have ice cream!”

“Yay! Ice cream!” One of the Impregnatrons cried as they vanished from view of the superheroines.

“This isn't over!” Gidget called after the retreating scientist. “Justice will prevail! Justice is not stopped by lots of babies!”

“Gidget, give it a rest.” Goliath Gal sighed.

Is this the final defeat of our heroine?

Will the mad maternal miscreant makeover the metropolis into ground zero of her global gravid... uh, empire?

Stay tuned, to see if I ever feel like continuing this story.