Tom finally makes some positive changes in his own life, albeit unintentionally

"Um, well, I thought it was sweet and cute and funny. I just thought, well, not every anime has to be tragic or full of guns or whatever. So, yeah, I hope all of you, um, liked it?" Marissa said, toying with a lock of her long, curly brown hair as the credits for Azumangah Daioh rolled behind her, looking at the group nervously behind her thick glasses.

"It was OK." Chester said begrudgingly.

"It was fuckin' great! I laughed my ass off." Tammy said cheerfully.

"I liked it a lot. Thanks for sharing, Marissa." Tom said with a smile, meaning it. Marissa beamed briefly before blushing, mumbling something and whirling around to busy herself with the player.

Tom and Chester finished putting stuff back into their book bags and began stacking the chairs, Anime Club now finally over.

"Hey, man, you want to come over to my place tonight? My parents are out of town and my stepsister's throwing a party!" Chester said to Tom with a grin.

Tom blinked.

"I thought you hated your stepsister?"

"Well, yeah, but she's inviting all of her friends over - her cheerleader friends!" Chester said with a lewd grin. "Just think how impressed they'll be with us mature, older college studs!"

Tom chuckled at that but shook his head. He had midterms to study for, even if it was a Friday night, and he was pretty sure he'd strike out with High School senior cheerleaders even harder than he did with the regular sophomore college coeds he barely had the guts to ask out. It was already bad enough failing to score without being mocked as a creepy old nerd by girls he might theoretically go to jail for having sex with.

"I'd just love to join you and Brittney for your upcoming cheerleader orgy or whatever but wouldn't you know it? I already scheduled a hot threesome with supermodels two weeks ago for this very night! Fire and Vixen and I just hate when people aren't punctual and they'll be TOTALLY pissed if I'm not there by six, soooo . . ."

Tom mimed a heavy "whaddya gonna do" shrug at Chester who snorted.

"Yeah, yeah, well, don't say I didn't offer, man! Later, dude, have a good one."

"Have a good night, Chester. Make sure to use protection with all those cheerleaders!"

"Suck my dick, dude." Chester said with another snorty laugh, flipping him off as he walked out the door. "Later, assmunch."

"Later!"

Tom distantly noticed Marissa standing over near the exit to the room as he and Chester were putting away chairs but then she left without saying goodbye as he was talking to Chester. He shrugged it off until Tammy wandered over.

"Hey." she said as she wandered over. "You got a second?"

Tom shrugged, then nodded. Tammy wasn't really his type - painfully thin, Goth and a bit too intense - but he appreciated her passion for anime and always bringing new stuff to the group.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Listen, I probably shouldn't say anything but you seem like a halfway decent dude, unlike that perv Chester, so . . ."

Tom frowned, puzzled but also pleased.

"Uh, thanks?"

"Yeah, yeah, settle down. Look, you're totally NOT my type - you're the wrong gender, just for starters - but I'm pretty sure that Marissa is totally into you."

He blinked stupidly. She was so quiet, most of the time, he barely even registered her but he wasn't exactly begging for choice. His eyes widened as he took in the news.

"Marissa? Really?"

Tammy shrugged.

"Yeah, it's probably because you're Asian - and yes, I know you're Korean, not Japanese - but you don't seem fucking horrible and you two nerds might be cute together. You didn't hear this shit from me, though, got it?"

Tom nodded dumbly.

"Uh, no. I mean, yeah! Won't hear it from me. Um, thanks, I think?"

Tammy shrugged and threw her book bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't be a dick about it or screw it up. She's really nice and if you make her cry, I'll totally cut your balls off, got it?"

He laughed nervously.

"Sure thing, Tammy. Thanks again."

She waved her hand airily, dismissing him before heading out the door.

"You got it, loser. See you next week with some shit that'll blow your fucking minds."

Tom laughed again, then turned out the lights and locked the anime club room door before heading out of the building and back across Metropolis Park to his dorm rooms.

He quietly muttered to himself, thinking out loud as he walked, pondering the news he'd just been given. He'd never really thought of her like that before but maybe . . .

"Marissa? Wow. Well, maybe? I mean, she wears all those baggy clothes all the time . . . but maybe that's not because she's fat? Maybe she's thicc - like she's got a sick set of big curves but is just super shy about them?"

***
Marissa cursed under her breath at herself as she stomped back towards her dorm room. She had finally almost worked up the nerve to ask Tom if he had a girlfriend when she heard him joking around with Chester about threesomes and cheerleaders - like she could compete with that? He was probably way more experienced then her - still a dumb, fat virginal dork at 22.

"So stupid!" she muttered as she got to her dorm room steps, "I-"

Suddenly, she felt her body change beneath the shapeless hoodie and baggy jeans she wore. Rolls of fat along her arms, waist, stomach and legs seemed to shift and move across her form in an instant, making her rock in place as almost all of her excess body fat seemed to redeposit itself into her tits, ass and thighs. Her breasts screamed at her as suddenly her bra felt way too tight.

"Aigh!" she yelped, crossing her hands over her chest as she ran inside and up the stairs to her dorm room. Whatever was happening to her was weird and freaky but the thought of absolutely anyone seeing her new body terrified her.

***
Tom paused, collecting his thoughts as he strolled through the park where just hours earlier he'd been bathed in the gold light.

"I mean, it isn't like I'm spoiled for choice and she is really sweet . . . and totally hot for me, apparently. Unless Tammy's just yanking my chain? Nah, she seemed pretty sincere. Wow. Marissa? Hmm . . . wouldn't it be crazy if she just wore, like super sexy stuff under all those boring outfits? Goddamn. Maybe I've been a stupid idiot and ignoring something wonderful that was right under my nose the whole time."

***

Marissa gulped and looked around her shared dorm room, sighing in relief when she realized that her roommate Dana was apparently nowhere around. Even though she shared a room with her, the thought of even her roommate seeing her without clothes on just mortified her. She locked the door quickly and, filled with alarm, awkwardly but quickly slid out of her baggy clothes. Her thick glasses went briefly askew as she pulled her hoodie up and over and off herself, which is why she thought she was seeing things at first . . . but then as she straightened her glasses, her jaw dropped.

Her body had changed from a heavyset blob to that of a plus-sized supermodel! Instead of being pocked with zits and cellulite, her skin was flawless beneath the neck, with perfect muscle tone underneath serious curves. Her slim arms and calves gave way to heavier upper arms and thick thighs but not in a bad way! They now had muscle tone like she'd never seen before as if she worked out all the time instead of just binging shows and eating Pocky. Her butt was still big but now in the Cardi B or Niki Minaj sort of way she'd always envied, full and enticingly plump. It strained against her white cotton panties, almost becoming a thong. And her chest! Her boobs had always been pretty big but now they were flawless, like something out of a men's magazine, straining against her bra . . . which was apparently now a size too small.

God, this was crazy! Was it magic? How was this happening, she wondered, not that she was complaining? She was too stunned to say anything, staring at her reflection for a long time . . . but did finally and awkwardly motion to try and get herself out of her now painfully tight bra, only for the fabric to morph as she touched it.

Suddenly, her plain cotton underwear changed into expertly designed lingerie. While still a size too small for comfort, the pink and white lace demi-bra she wore exposed her nipples without sacrificing support or comfort, just as the frilly pink thong she wore expertly hugged her hips and showed off her big, beautiful ass to best advantage. Marissa grinned. She'd always worn naughty underwear, secretly thrilling at the thought of a boy seducing her and finding a sexy surprise under her clothes . . . but had always been too shy to do anything to make it happen. Knowing she was just some fat nobody - until now, anyways.

What would Tom do if he saw her like this, she thought, biting her lip? The thought alone was enough to get her soaking wet. Double checking to make sure the door was locked, she unhooked the bra and laid down on her bed, exploring her new body slowly and gasping. God, her boobs were beautiful! They even had perfect, thick pink nipples with flawless aureola like somebody had given her boobs out of a photoshopped porn mag, only marred by the lines from the too tight bra. They barely sagged at all as she slid onto her bed.

Dreamily, she thought about what Tom said about Catwoman - he was probably a fan of huge boobs, the way he talked, and hers certainly fit the bill. She closed her eyes and imagined Tom walking in, seeing her new body, wanting her so bad. Fuck, the thought of him got her totally hot!

She closed her eyes and began to explore her new body, touching herself slowly as she imagined Tom seeing the new her, fingers slowly sliding over flawless skin.

"Ooh, Tom . . . something, mmm, happened to me, do you like it? Do you . . . ooh . . . mmm, yeah . . . Tom . . ." she whispered as her fingers slid between her thick thighs to play with her hairless pussy.

***

Tom sighed and permitted himself a small smile. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. Maybe his life was going better than he thought.

***
Fire's pussy was already throbbing when the phone buzzed with a new message. She'd spent a long time with Tora stripped down to nothing but a pair of smiles, teasing each other as they posed for erotic selfie after erotic selfie together. They'd already sent plenty of stuff to Guy and the Swedish underwear model Bea was dating but honestly, they couldn't stop themselves. And why should they? Camera plus superheroines equal sexy times, it was that simple . . . and fun.

At the moment, they'd just gotten each of their boobs smashed together, her D-cups slightly enveloping Tora's smaller pair of C-cups, faces inches away from one another as if about to kiss . . . which they just might actually, given how horny they both were right now. Each woman felt the other's hard nips jabbing into one another's boobs as Beatriz held up the camera high for the angle that would show off the most cleavage. If this was getting her as excited as she felt, Tora's fingers were probably between her legs too. God, sexy selfies were so fucking hot!

Annoyed, Beatriz was going to ignore the text but noticed it was from Oracle and sighed.

"Ugh! Goddamit. One sec, Tora, it's from Oracle."

Briefly, she switched from camera mode to read the text.

Tora yelped as if her best friend was actually in full fire form and slid away from her, blushing furiously.

"OMIGOSH!" she shrieked, grabbing at a nearby couch pillow to cover her naked breasts and another to cover her crotch, blushing beet red. "BEA! What- AHH! OMIGOSH!"

Fire blinked, slowly, taking in her and her best friend's total nudity and arousal with some surprise herself. Wow, they'd really gone crazy, hadn't they? Jesus, how much tequila had she put in those margaritas?

"WARNING: An unknown phenomenon is causing the underwear of superheroines to disappear in public. Please stay indoors as some of us are also now displaying uncontrollable exhibitionism. Please contact me immediately if you feel any other strange effects and, again, please try to remain indoors if at all possible until we figure this out. - ORACLE"

"Ah. Well, that explains a LOT." Beatriz muttered, feeling slightly sheepish. Tora, meanwhile, was desperately hunting for her uniform while beet red all over from embarrassment, babbling in horror.

"OMIGOSH! Bea, what WAS that? You've got to DELETE those photos, ALL OF THEM, right NOW!"

"Calm down, chica, it wasn't our fault! Looks like this sorta thing is happening to superheroines everywhere, see?"

She tossed the phone back to Tora who almost fumbled it as she was still trying to use both hands and two pillows to cover her naked body. Annoyed, she let the one covering her chest drop to grab hold of Bea's phone. Reading the text, her face changed from embarrassment to rage.

"OOH! I am going to KILL whatever PERVERT is behind this!" she snarled, stomping her feet. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. Bea blinked in shock, as she'd rarely seen her friend this angry. Suddenly, she could see her breath.

"Tora! Chill! But not literally. I don't want my apartment covered in ice, OK? Calm down, please!"

Tora blinked, took several deep breaths, and then sighed. The temperature in the room slowly went back to normal.

"You're right. We need to have a level head about this. I'll text Oracle back immediately - I think it has something to do with cameras. Like I was trying to tell you before, I didn't start acting weird until somebody pointed a phone at me- AH!"

Tora suddenly dropped Bea's phone like it was poison. Luckily, it landed on the couch cushion she'd just dropped a few seconds earlier and didn't break.

Bea sighed heavily as she bent down to pick it up.

"Watch it! You're lucky it didn't break. Don't worry, pretty sure it's only the camera function doing . . . whatever this is. I-"

She noticed the time - 4:45pm - and blinked with shock. She barely had time to get to Metropolis by 6pm, much less get ready! With a frown, she handed the phone back to her friend gently, then grabbed her green leather top and a black miniskirt from off the floor. Usually, she'd wear some of her sexiest underwear for a sexual encounter but if what the text was saying was true, it would just disappear when she flew out the window. With a shrug, she decided that her usual superhero outfit would have to do, especially since her leather bustier was basically a bra. Who the fuck was Tom Kim, she thought as she ran off to the bathroom to shower and redo her makeup? And why was she having a threesome with him at 6pm with Vixen?

"Text Oracle like you said, just make sure to shut the camera down first!" she yelled as she started the shower.

"Um, sure! But what are you-"

"Got someplace to be in Metropolis at 6 sharp and I CAN'T be late!" she said as the water cascaded down her body, trying desperately to remember how and when she'd agreed to something this crazy. She remembered it was two weeks ago but- she wasn't even into girls, was she? Weird. Still, she thought, it was totally hot and she had to be on time. The thought of being even one second late filled her with rage.

"Since when are you ever on time?" Tora muttered darkly under her breath before responding to Oracle's text - carefully shutting off the camera function first, of course.

***
The girls on the JLA watchtower meantime, had been given a full bill of health by Dr. Mid-Nite but none of them felt particularly safe exiting their HQ, especially after the text from Oracle . . . and seeing all the footage of Karen Starr and Starfire suddenly blowing up the web.

"Jesus!" Canary said stunned. "That's . . . wow!"

"Somebody should stop them!" Jessica said with a frown.

"Oracle said she already got Jesse Quick to grab Power Girl and she's sent somebody else to try and retrieve Starfire." Hawkgirl said frowning. "Although, if you ask me, this might just be a typical Friday for Starfire."

Vixen chuckled.

"Hey, I thought I was the catty one?" she said, making a clawing motion at Hawkgirl.

"Oh, glazbot! Am I not wearing the Earth clothes again? Am I not to show off all the boobies?" Hawkgirl said in a mincing impersonation of Starfire's voice.

"Hey, be nice! It isn't her fault, Shayera. Well, this time, at least. Probably." Canary said in an increasingly doubtful tone.

Vixen sighed and grabbed the phone they'd been checking out.

"Let me look again. I don't think it's normal behavior, even for her-"

She then noticed the time - 4:45pm.

"Damn! Sorry, girls, I gotta jet. There's somewhere I absolutely HAVE to be at 6pm."

Her fellow superheroines eyed each other with concern.

"Uh, now isn't really the best time to be going outside Vixen, if you hadn't noticed?"

"Look, I get it, but don't worry, I can just use the Watchtower teleporter to get me there - no exposure, no fuss. Besides, it's in Metropolis where Batman and the others are still investigating, so I'll be fine if there is any more weirdness. Plus, I already scheduled this weeks ago and I just can't be late!"

Hawkgirl gave her a frown.

"I don't think a photo shoot is risking your dignity for, Mari. Maybe you should have Flash come along, just in case you lose control like Power Girl-"

"Oh! Not to worry, it is absolutely NOT a photo shoot. It's-"

Vixen blushed, trying to think how to even explain it. How in the hell did she end up agreeing to this again anyways? It was totally hot, of course, but she had a boyfriend! John would be furious if he ever found out.

Canary noticed her blush and laughed.

"Oh! I know THAT look - somebody's got a hot date! I thought he was out in space? Well, I'm sure Mister Stewart won't mind your lack of underwear or maybe getting a little too hot in public one bit! Plus, that GL Ring of his can contain even you, Miss Cougar."

Canary gave her a mock growl and the women laughed and joined in on the good-natured teasing.

Mari sighed in relief at the obvious save and just nodded, slipping in and out into her costume but leaving the bikini she had been wearing underneath in her purse. Hopefully, this Tom Kim guy was the extremely discrete sort and Fire could avoid taking a damn selfie for once in her life tonight.

"Aha, you got me! Guilty as charged. Have a good night ladies and stay safe while everyone figures this out!" she said airily as she left the locker room and headed back to her quarters to fix her make-up and take a quick shower before changing. It would probably be for the best to just wear something slutty that wasn't her costume - maybe those blue shorts John liked so much and the yellow bikini top tied really loose? With enough cleavage, people not might even notice her necklace or world famous face . . .