Ms. Marvel groaned. She had been defeated. Utterly and completely, and now was at the Scarlet Witch's mercy. She used all the strength she could to prop herself up and reach a hand out.
"Please... no more..."
Wanda smirked in response. This victory had almost been too easy. After getting Ms. Marvel angry it was only a matter of stalling and drawing out the battle before her opponent started to succumb to the effects of her hex. Hardly an entertaining fight, which was why she was going to enjoy things as long as possible.
"Don't worry Caroll," She reassured the fallen hero. "It'll just be a moment longer now!"
Ms. Marvel groaned again and struggled to stand. No good. Thanks to Scarlet Witch's hexes she was now so fat and heavy it took almost all her strength just to sit up. Her immense paunch of a belly and enormous bosom kept her weighed down, and her vast hips and bottom made rolling to the side enormously difficult. Her suit creaked and groaned against the strain of trying to contain her girth, threatening to tear apart if she so much as sneezed.
And Wanda was determined to make sure she kept expanding until it happened.
"So fat... stop... I can't.... uuuugh...." Caroll gritted her teeth and braced herself. She could feel her body plump up once more, stretching her suit to its limit. And with a sharp, loud RIP her suit burst open, tearing a great hole down the front allowing her belly and breasts to bounce and wobble free. Ms. Marvel gasped and then collapsed, too relieved that she was no longer being squeezed tight by her costume to try and cover herself.
"Now then," Scarlet Witch said aloud, "Time to take care of that assassin hiding on the rooftops."
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