Marvel Oneshots And Crack

Captured

I can't explain what I just made.

Thor POV

"You'll never take me!"

I yell as I'm restrained. I look around uneasily when I'm laid on a bed, my hammer is taken, and my lightning doesn't work. Everything is white and soft, especially the bed. I...I might be okay here.

"That's right, Thor. We're going to take care of you." A woman appears, her voice very soothing. I fall asleep against my will.

I wake up wearing soft, stretchy white clothes. I struggle to think clearly. I...I'm so comfortable. What was I going to do again?

She appears again, her face full of kindness. "Your intake is done, Thor. Follow me. No, absolutely no walking."

I'm gently pushed into a wheelchair, feeling irritated. "This is ridiculous. I can walk."

She giggles. "Someone's grumpy. You don't need to worry anymore, hmm? We'll take care of you."

I uneasily try to escape, but...what was I doing again? Oh, I'm so warm and comfortable.

I'm gently pushed into a padded room, and soft restraints are attached to me. I fight, but oh...wait...I'm so safe. I'm so comfortable...

They shush me, rubbing my back and patting my stomach.

The woman smiles warmly. "See? You're safe here. That's right....don't even bother thinking."

I feel my brain shut off, and let them pamper me.

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"Time for lunch, dear. Let me feel that belly."

My belly is squished and rubbed, and I squeak happily. She chuckles. "You're getting a tad plump. Eat, eat, eat. You're making me so happy!"

I smile, feeling my slightly chubby cheeks. It fades when she leaves, and I look at myself, at the round, soft belly that was once abs. My clothes are very yielding, which is good... because I'm rapidly fattening up.

I'm given plates of food, and I helplessly eat and eat, unable to stop. When I'm done, I look at myself, my eyes closing. I wake up to my face being gently wiped with a wet washcloth.

I whimper at how safe I feel, and I hear a chuckle. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Days pass. I can only tell time is passing because my hair is longer and I'm getting fatter and fatter.

The day comes when my belly is patted, and the...the woman happily claps her hands. I wince at the noise. Her face softens. "My apologies for being too loud. You're a bit...a bit fragile."

I open my mouth to retort, but quickly forget what I was going to say. She chuckles and pats my head. "You're getting very fat, my little piggie. Look at that belly! You're almost there, keep eating!"

I happily wiggle, unable to remember how to stand up now.

The day comes when I'm too fat to easily sit up, and she gasps in joy. "Oh, look at you! You're perfectly fat!"

I smile as she rubs my belly, grinning. "Good job, piggie. You're so big now!"

I giggle happily, and then I hear a tear. I gasp, trying to see where I ripped my clothes. She laughs and pats my belly, making it jiggle. "Oh, bless you. Don't worry about it, hmm? Looks like someone's finally outgrown his clothes! My goodness, you're a tad fatter than I thought!"

I whimper in anxiety, but she only rubs my belly, making me forget everything. "I'll take very good care of you."

I let my brain shut off once more, letting myself be spoiled and pampered. 

I'm moved from my cell, helped into a very wide wheelchair. I weakly fight, but when I move, my entire body wobbles and jiggles. The sensation humbles me, and I am silent and compliant as I am wheeled slowly out of the room. 

When I am changed into very soft and stretchy clothes and given back my hammer and gently pushed outside into the street, I am bewildered and overwhelmed. I can feel a bottle of pills in my pocket, weighing me down even more. 

I try to walk, and I wobble from side to side, jiggling like a flan on a plate. My face goes hot from exertion as I waddle down the street, struggling to maneuver with my size. 

By the time I make it to Stark Tower by way of Mjolnir, I am a sweaty mess. I land rather loudly, nearly falling over before I waddle to the elevator, only to realize just how large and wide I became. When I exit the elevator, I have to squeeze my way out, my bottom nearly trapping me. 

I'm nearly to my bedroom when I hear a gasp, and the click of a gun. I turn, but I'm very slow and my body feels too heavy and jiggly. 

Natasha Romanoff is looking horrified at me. "Thor? What...what happened to you?"

My face goes even redder. I try to get closer, but my belly bumps into her. Oh Norns, I'm actually that large. "I...uhm..."

Her face softens. "I knew you were taking things hard, Thor, but this is a shock."

I sigh. "I am afraid the truth is even more embarrassing, Lady Natasha. I...I was captured, and...and fattened up."

Her eyes become saucers. "Oh. Oh my. I found you at just the right time then! You see, we've all been searching for a troublemaker who keeps capturing people, fattening them up, and then releasing them."

I chuckle. "I did get out eventually."

She winces. "That's just it, Thor. That's not even the worst part. Let me see your pockets."

I empty them, or try to; I am so fat I can't reach below my belly, where I know I have pockets. I grunt and strain, but I only end up farting from the sheer effort instead of finding the...what was I looking for again? Oh, Norns, I'm so hungry. 

"...I knew it. You're hooked on these, aren't you? Thor, have you taken pills today?"

I think too hard. "I did take three, yes. I thought it was to relax me."

She sighs. "Thor, you've been drugged with a very potent weight gain pill that also is laced with an amnesiac and a sedative."

I gasp, and then begin to cry. She hugs me, patting my large belly. "You're even more fun to hug now."