The gap was growing. On one side were all the other Super Heroes In Training. They lifted weights, sparred amongst each other, and ate sensible meals. They grew leaner and stronger as they prepared to accept the heavy burden of Location City League of Defenders membership. On the other side was Marcilla Wallis AKA: Thunder Thighs, who's less-than-grueling regimen consisted of eating cinnamon rolls and then seeing what else was on TV.
It wasn't that she was lazy. If Marcilla lived in a fair and just world, she would be in the gym sweating buckets alongside her fellow trainees. But alas, cruel fate gave her the power to generate electricity by rubbing her thighs together, and she needed them to be at optimum plumpness if she wanted to be any good at doing good.
Still, it was impossible to explain this to her fellow SHITs. They were never at their most receptive after barely surviving a mock-battle with Captain Crush. They interpreted her constant snacking as pure decadence when it was more like noble sacrifice.
Sure, her thighs were growing along with her power, but so was rest of her body. Recently she had to abandon her costume's cute belt because it couldn't continue containing her waxing waistline. And atop her keg of a stomach her once barely B-cup but now bloated bosom bobbed boisterously with every step. Of course there was another area of her body capable of slapping seismographs silly: her ass. It had grown so vast, it looked like a double-domed shrine to the gluteal gods.
To the others it must have looked more like an anathema. As her weight spiraled upwards, even some of the LCLoD members began to turn on her. Somehow, The GiggleMeister got a hold of her psych profile and started exploiting her arachnophobia by rigging traps armed with rubber spiders. When she complained to the higher-ups, they said some bullshit about her having to confront her fears.
Right now though, her greatest fear was that she was going through all this hell for nothing, that they wouldn't accept her to the League. Her second greatest fear was that they actually would, stranding her in a professional relationship with a gaggle of these insufferable little assholes.
I donno, not so much into black women. And her ass is almost comically, awkwardly extending out so far, as if trying really hard to "be black" or something :|
@Runegrace: I'm guessing she uses double sided tape, low tack adhesive, or maybe just static cling?
@anon. Fair enough assessment of her ass. I wrongly drew it more as it would appear in profile. It'd be an easy edit to fix, but I dunno how popular it'd be.
@anon: being both a fan of darker ladies and larger bottoms I'm naturally biased, but when I first saw this pic, I just assumed Woot made her ass comically large deliberately. It's a story about a girl that needs a big butt to fight crime; such a ridiculous concept needs an equally ridiculous illustration :3
I like the alliteration in this one! From the little two-word sets, like gluteal gods, Captain Crush, or waxing waistline, to the "barely B-cup but now bloated bosom bobbed boisterously", and all of the slapping seismographs silly and such in between!
@woot well, it would look fine if her thighs were thicker. The thicker the ass is, the thicker the thighs need to be, to balance it out. If her side pudge and love handles were wider, so that the curve of her ass wasn't so big and huge compared to the rest of her, it would really look fine. It's just a question of like, how much it's tapering up and down.
@anon: More good imput. I edited the pic so her waist and legs transition better to her ass.
@Shentosho: If she succeeded, it'd be so tight, the first thing she'd have to do would be to unfasten it. Either she needs to lose weight or gain a bigger belt :]
@Somebody: Thanks. I try not to let my alliteration demons get out of control, but occasionally they escape, and then this happens.
I don't really care much for big butts or thighs, but her top half is excellent. If she had to generate electricity by rubbing her arms against her belly/breasts that'd be something... probably wouldn't work as well though even if her top half was that size instead of her bottom...
@Woot + anon2: Good to see a coaliterative effort which didn't result in the could've-been "unpopular" pic Woot dreaded... Many artists succumb to drawing big asses without big thighs - now I'm usually not one to harp about realism, especially as a fan of Magical Floating Breasts (MFB), but if you fail at the big-ass small-thigh look, the girl winds up looking (rather pathetically) as if she's got two beach balls stuffed down her pants. This is not the case here :3
I'd like to see more of her. Perhaps she's mentored by an even larger superheroine with identical powers. Maybe her mentor like some kind of lightning blimp that floats on the wind?
@Woot: I loved this so much, I drew my own version of her. I hope you don't mind! If you would like to see how it turned out, it can be found here: http://darkib.deviantart.com/art/Thunder-Thighs-175750190?q=&qo=
Of course I've put your website as a link in the comments as well - I hope this brings others to your wonderful website.
I really like the boots you gave her Darkib! Also, thanks for the bump.
I did a super villain sketch (Expandra (mentioned in the Jenna Justice story)), but her costume wasn't villain-y enough. It's something I'll probably get around to doing.
It wasn't that she was lazy. If Marcilla lived in a fair and just world, she would be in the gym sweating buckets alongside her fellow trainees. But alas, cruel fate gave her the power to generate electricity by rubbing her thighs together, and she needed them to be at optimum plumpness if she wanted to be any good at doing good.
Still, it was impossible to explain this to her fellow SHITs. They were never at their most receptive after barely surviving a mock-battle with Captain Crush. They interpreted her constant snacking as pure decadence when it was more like noble sacrifice.
Sure, her thighs were growing along with her power, but so was rest of her body. Recently she had to abandon her costume's cute belt because it couldn't continue containing her waxing waistline. And atop her keg of a stomach her once barely B-cup but now bloated bosom bobbed boisterously with every step. Of course there was another area of her body capable of slapping seismographs silly: her ass. It had grown so vast, it looked like a double-domed shrine to the gluteal gods.
To the others it must have looked more like an anathema. As her weight spiraled upwards, even some of the LCLoD members began to turn on her. Somehow, The GiggleMeister got a hold of her psych profile and started exploiting her arachnophobia by rigging traps armed with rubber spiders. When she complained to the higher-ups, they said some bullshit about her having to confront her fears.
Right now though, her greatest fear was that she was going through all this hell for nothing, that they wouldn't accept her to the League. Her second greatest fear was that they actually would, stranding her in a professional relationship with a gaggle of these insufferable little assholes.