DC : Crisis of infinite hunger : Arc 1 - Epilogue 1

Epilogue 1: "Welcome Back, Roy and Garth"

Roy Harper had seen a lot of strange things in his time. He had fought alien warlords, battled magic-wielding maniacs, and even survived literal time travel. He had seen teammates brainwashed, de-aged, cloned—hell, one time, Wally got stuck in the Speed Force for what felt like a year.

But nothing had prepared him for this.

As he and Garth stepped into Titans Tower, duffel bags slung over their shoulders, something immediately felt off. The tower never smelled like this. It wasn’t the usual mix of cleaning supplies and stale coffee. This was different—heavy, greasy, sweet, indulgent. The scent of melted cheese, syrup, butter, and something unmistakably fried filled the air.

Then they saw them.

Dick. Kori. Rachel. Donna.

Roy stopped in his tracks, nearly dropping his bag.

Garth just blinked, his mouth slightly open in shock.

From his spot on the couch, Nightwing gave them a lazy, two-fingered wave.

"Hey, guys," he greeted casually, as if nothing was wrong.

Roy couldn't even process how casual he was being—because what the hell was this?

Nightwing had always been built like an acrobat, all lean muscle and defined form, but now? Now he was massive. His thighs were enormous, spreading wide across the couch, stretching the fabric of his suit to its absolute limits. His ass had ballooned just as dramatically, overflowing off the sides of the cushion, his sheer size forcing Starfire to scoot over just to make room. The couch creaked slightly as he adjusted himself, his once-effortless movements now noticeably weighed down.

Beside him, Starfire was just as unrecognizable, though she somehow carried it all with the same effortless grace. Her figure had swollen into an impossibly dramatic hourglass, her hips and thighs thickened, her waist still relatively small but undeniably softer. And then there was her chest, which had grown to such absurd proportions that her armor barely seemed capable of holding her in. She lowered a giant milkshake down from her lips, licking a bit of cream off her mouth as she smiled at them.

Across from them, Raven didn't even look up. She was too busy eating.

A floating glass of wine hovered beside her, and in her hands was what looked like a Big Belly Burger the size of a small plate, which she was working through with rapid, deliberate bites. Her usual detached expression was completely unfazed by their arrival. Her cloak was draped over her shoulders, but it did nothing to hide how wide her thighs had become, as she floated beside starfire.

And then there was Donna.

Roy had always known Donna as the strongest one of them all, with an Amazon’s physique to match. But now?

Her muscular build had melted into something undeniably softer. Unlike Nightwing, whose size was mostly in his lower half, or Starfire, who had ballooned into an exaggerated hourglass, Donna’s weight had settled almost entirely in her belly and chest. Her stomach was soft and round, pressing well over the waistband of her leggings, and her already large bust had expanded even more, shifting with every small motion she made.

Roy dragged a hand down his face, completely overwhelmed.

"No. No, this ain't real. This ain't happening," he muttered.

Garth, still frozen, rubbed his eyes as if trying to clear away an illusion. "What happened to you guys?"

Raven, still chewing, took a long sip from her wine before answering. "Do you mind? We're kinda busy," she said flatly, before going back to her burger.

"That's it?" Roy snapped. He gestured wildly at them. "You guys look like you ate an entire city! And you’re just sitting here like this is normal?"

Nightwing shifted again, the couch groaning beneath him. "Relax, man," he said, stretching slightly. "We’re fine."

"You don’t look fine!" Roy shot back. "You look like you retired and took up competitive eating!"

Garth, still struggling to process what he was seeing, turned to Starfire. His voice was gentler, more concerned. "Kori… are you sure you're okay?"

Starfire beamed at him, resting a hand on her rounded belly. "Oh, most certainly! In fact, I feel better than ever! There is no need for concern, dear friends."

Then, with a bright, cheerful smile, she added, "Would you care to join us? We were just about to indulge in a third lunch!"

Roy nearly choked.

"Third lunch?! Star, you don’t even eat like this!"

Before either of them could say another word, a blur of red and silver rushed past, and arms suddenly draped around their shoulders.

Wally.

A much fatter Wally.

His suit clung tightly to a far softer frame, his once-lean form buried under thick, plush weight. His stomach pressed against Roy’s back, and his thick arm squished against Garth’s shoulder as he gave them a friendly squeeze.

"Yo! I was wondering when you two would finally show up," Wally grinned, completely at ease. "C’mon, you guys want a snack? We got plenty!"

Roy opened his mouth to protest again, but the second he did, the smell of the food hit him full force.

His words died in his throat.

The scent was overwhelming—rich, greasy, irresistible. His stomach growled loudly, almost embarrassingly so, and he felt himself lean slightly toward the source without realizing it.

He shook his head, trying to fight it. "No—no, no, no. We’re not just—we need answers, dammit! You guys all look like you got stuffed into fat suits, and we—"

Then Garth grabbed a plate.

Roy’s head snapped toward him in betrayal. "Dude!"

Garth was already chewing, eyes wide, an almost blissful expression crossing his face. "Oh my god," he mumbled through a mouthful of food. "This is… really good."

Roy clenched his jaw. "Garth, don’t—"

Another wave of that smell hit him.

He turned, saw Starfire holding out a plate, her expression so innocently cheerful that it was almost unfair.

His stomach rumbled again.

He inhaled sharply, grabbing the plate. "One bite. Just one."

It was over the moment he tasted it.

The flavor exploded across his tongue, hot, rich, buttery, and suddenly, his appetite surged forward like a dam breaking.

He shoveled in another bite, then another, his body already demanding more.

His belt dug into his waist, his once-flat stomach pushing outward ever so slightly. His arms softened, his thighs thickened just a little, but he was too busy eating to notice.

Garth groaned, shifting as his suit grew uncomfortably tight.

And yet, they kept eating...

And with that the virus would surely enough soon find ways to expand beyond the doors of Titans Tower.