Paperwork

By grayface

Again many thanks to Dru for editing

Everyone still thought of the local bank as “The First National Bank of Nashton,” even though it had been bought, sold, and merged several times over the last 30 years. Well, okay … most people called it “the bank”, but it was the thought that counted.

The old building was a large three story brick construction dating back to before the founding of Nashton City proper. As such, the old structure had weathered tornadoes, snowstorms, thunderstorms, the rise of superhumans, and now (hopefully) Tammy, Tams to her friends.

Tams did her best to not do any banking in Nashton. She was more of an online banking kind of girl, especially since she won the state lottery. She’d won five million dollars, and she kept as quiet as possible about it. Not even the grocery store where she worked knew about it.

Not that she thought she would have ever been invited to the second floor or much less the third floor of the bank. Those floors were reserved for the movers and shakers of Nashton County.

Now that she considered it, she was a mover and a shaker now, though she didn’t think they meant it quite so literally. The thought made her chuckle to herself.

The bank was the first building around to have an elevator. Not that she could even fit in the small old elevator and even if she could it probably couldn’t even lift her, and there was the fact that she wasn’t sure if a second or third floor would hold her even if she was incredibly ginger with her steps. That was assuming she had enough money of which she did not. Yet.

Luckily one of the remodels had giving the bank nice modern glass double doors, but the bank had been built in an age where privacy was prized over large open space the back offices were small and cramped.

Tams was deep in the heart of the old building in front of her was a doorway and there just wasn’t enough space for all of her to fit through it. It wasn’t that the doorway was small, nope … it was a normal size doorway.

It was her, well part of her. Specifically her boobs. They were immense. Each one was slightly wider than the doorway. Even if she somehow had gotten through the doorway without smashing down the wall, from what she could see there still wouldn’t be that much space in the room for her to move around in

Each of her boobs was about the same size her body used to be, and she used to be a rather extremely large boned woman, that was a nice way of saying she was morbidly obese. Though her old weight had been nowhere near the eighteen hundred pounds each tit clocked in at.

Growing up she had gotten the name Tammy Two Tons or some variation early on in grade school, and while the name still annoyed her she couldn’t help but smile at the irony of it.

Well the joke was on them, Tammy thought, because since becoming a super she now literally weighed over two tones. That’s right, she weighed in at 4532 pounds and she totally rocked the look. It wasn’t just her tits but her entire body was defying the laws of physics, each roundish massively full orb stuck out well past her own reach.

She should have not been able to stand up without tipping forward but she did and they bounced, jiggled, and shook ever so slightly when she walked. Honestly the way her moved it was an amazing sight watching her walk around town. For someone with so much boob in front of her she was surprisingly graceful, that is as long as she could see in front of her.

Woe to whatever got caught under Tams line of sight. She had only just gained her powers a few weeks ago and she had to relearn her special awareness add in her immense strength and invulnerability, and the first few times she misjudged her space hadn’t gone to well for her coffee table and other bits of furniture that she had walked into, bumped, or even brushed up against in some cases. All of that wasn’t even taking into account that she couldn’t even sit on a normal chair or lay in a normal bed due to her weight.

Luckily the first day she had stayed around her house and yard, and then the Superhuman Institute (S.I.) had caught up to her on the second day and got her to their facility for the rest of the week, where they helped acclimate and test her. She seemed to be adapt with only minor troubles here and there and they had some special clothing made for her.

Her body was as equally as amazing as boobs, at five foot nine inches tall, her oh so long shapely legs, tight and firm buns hourglass curves, a better than perfect beach body that would be the envy of anyone from a normal person to a even a super. It wasn’t like she was oblivious to all the looks, stares, or the mostly awe filled comments or the more than occasional snide comments that so far Tams was willing to let slide. But they still bothered her.

Margaret had been on vacation the last two weeks, so she had only learned about Tammy Sullivan’s metamorphosis this morning. She found Mr. Whitaker, the branch manager, and easily wrestled the prized appointment from the old man and waited with glee to see her old school mate Tammy Two Tons.

She almost laughed out loud as Mr. Whitaker told her that Tammy had said she might have problems fitting through the office doors she wondered what fat blubber-based powers the land whale of a woman had gained. She chuckled out loud a few times as she thought back to some of the times she had tormented her old friend Triple T.

Margaret Peters jaw literally hung open as what had to be Tammy walked into the building. She looked over the blond bombshell, her expression wavering between disdain, fear, and awe at the incredibly built super woman.

Margaret decided to let Tammy wait for a while before helping her. She milled around the lobby for ten minutes before getting in the line for one of the two tellers. Lucky for Margaret the bank was fairly busy, so Margaret had plenty of time to look over Tammy on the security cameras.

She was dressed in plain white shirt, red running shorts, and obviously off brand red and white Convers style sneakers. Did she have no decorum! It looked like she was wearing a workout outfit, and this was a place of serious business.

The white sleeveless t-shirt like blouse was stretched so tight, she glanced down self-consciously at her own double d-cups and realized that just half of Tammy’s exposed cleavage was still far more than both of her boobs put together, and her exposed cleavage was a modest amount if you went by the size of her incredible tits.

The shirt was obviously custom made as it tucked in to the waist of her tight red running shorts that while not yoga pants tight still managed to show her tight ass, an ass that was easily well past world class in its perfection.

She watched as Tammy shuffled around, obviously uncomfortable with the looks she was getting. After ten minutes Tammy got in the line for the tellers and luckily it was a very busy morning and the line took almost twenty minutes for her to get to one of the tellers. Margaret took that moment to come out from the back.

“Tammy Sullivan,” Margaret said like she’d just saw her best friend for the first time in ten years, “wow look at you.” As she took off leading Tammy down the long hallway to the back of the bank to one of the small privacy offices.

“Uh, Margaret I called earlier, I had an appointment with Mr. Whitaker. I explained my situation, He said it was no problem if we met in the lobby, I mean, I can barely fit down this hall much less that door …” she said with a smile, gesturing to the door which caused her massive mammaries to surge out and jiggle. Tammy cringed she really didn’t want to accidentally knock down a wall … again.

Tammy’s face, like every other part of her, was a work of art, and Meg was not as immune to her sun bright smile and better than supermodel good looks as she’d of liked to think, and just for a second it looked like Meg was going to cede the point to her but only for a second before Meg’s jealousy took over her thoughts.

Tammy’s long shiny yellow blond hair was in a ponytail held together with a red scrunchie, her exquisitely shaped eyebrows and large almond baby blues dominated her face, her full lips split into a big grin showcasing her brilliantly white and perfectly straight teeth. Tammy’s face was a masterpiece of hotness, her smooth clear skin … there was not an ounce of girl next door in her face. Nope … she was a smack you around kind of sexy hot girl.

The fact that she was so obviously uncomfortable and didn’t seem to know how hot she was, and what power that gave her, made Margaret think how superpowers were wasted and god what she could do with a body like that, even if the tits were a bit much and she didn’t even know what other powers, if any, the former land whale had. Meg was getting really P.O’ed just at the thought of such a waste.

“Well Two-ammy, we are conducting sensitive banking business. We can’t just discuss this in the lobby,” Margaret said in a very patronizing voice with the barest hint of a smirk that her slip of the tongue was not an accident.

Closing her eyes, Tammy took a deep breath. She and Margaret had grown up together. Being the same age they had been in almost all of the same classes in school and she was an awful bitch as long as she had known her. And with Tammy’s low self-esteem she was often an easy target.

Margaret had to take a step back as Tammy’s boobs swelled into her personal space and threatened to press her against the wall. This was unreal, Margaret thought, as she backed out of the way. Each of Tammy’s absolutely massive tits must have been easily four times as big as her entire body! The woman had been a fat blobby joke before and now she was a mammothly breasted joke.

I mean for Christ sake, Meg thought, her boob’s were so big you couldn’t even see that she was wearing any bottoms from the front. Her boobs were that big, her underboob covered just past the top of her thighs and they stuck out so far that her boob’s where longer than her own arms, it was ridiculous.

Just for a second Tammy entertained the idea of crushing Margaret with one swing of her boob, and she could do it with just one massive tit. But thanks to years of being picked on and then working in retail Tammy had a vast reserve of patience and even though she thought it, she keep a poker face like smile as she ignored the slight.

“Well then, where is Mr. Whitaker? I really need …”

“Mr. Whitaker is busy,” Margaret said, brusquely cutting Tammy off. “He ask me to take care of you for him, and for that to happen we need to talk in a private office. This one,” she said sharply and pointed to the open door. “So I’d suggest a crash diet or maybe surgery because I am not going to break the rules just for you.” She said this harshly, poking Tammy in the right tit.

Meg saw the defeat in Tammy’s eyes and she knew she’d won even if she had some hot overly boobed superpowered body she would always be Tammy Two Tons.

If Meg had just left it there she would have been fine, she still would have been a first class bitch and a bully but Tammy would have walked away. As it turned out however, she just had to twist the dagger a little more.

“Well buh-bye Two Ton’s,” she said as snidely as possible, and she walked into the little office and slammed the door behind her.

The words hit Tammy harder than any punch. She saw red, and there was a buzzing in her ears. She surged forward in a burst of super speed that would have surprised anyone, the very tip of her left boob blocked the door causing it to slam back open. With a swipe of her boob, the old wood and plaster wall was swept away in an ear splitting storm of splinters and shattered masonry.

Her every step caused the old bank to shake, rumble, and creak as the marble floor cracked under her harsh and angry steps. She just hefted her breast up over the desk and let gravity do the rest, each super dense mammary slammed down on the old oak desktop, shattering it and everything on it to kindling and trash under their combined 3600 pounds weight of just her boobs. Her every step caused the old bank to shake, rumble, and creak as the marble floor cracked under her harsh and angry steps.

Tammy pinned a very surprised Margaret between her massive right tit and a wall, the initial burst of anger was over and Tammy had enough wherewithal to not crush the smaller woman to a pulp. That’s not to say she didn’t want to, or that she was even very gentle to the quailing woman.

“You know,” Tammy said as a strange calm took hold of her, “I actually do weigh over two tons now. But if you call me that again I will turn you into a red smudge. Now: about that paper work that I need, you need to go and get it for me. Now! I’ll wait for you in the lobby.” Tams took a small breath to punctuate her point. She was almost sure she heard a rib or three snap but she had so much pressure on the smaller woman that she couldn’t even cry out in pain, much less answer her.

“Oh dear am I too much for you?” Tammy said as she let up on the on the bone snapping pressure and let Margaret breath while still pinning her to the wall.

“You- you Free-ack.” was all Margaret got out before Tams took a deep breath.

“You were saying?” Tammy said.

“Yuh- You can’t get away with this.” Margaret said frantically.

“Uh- yeah I can. You see I’m going to tell you a secret. When I was at the Superhuman Institute testing facility I had quite a reputation for being clumsy, and when you weigh over forty five hundred pounds, well … things and people get broken. And anyway, I heard them talking and I don’t think anyone can stop me.”

“When they were testing my strength and abilities I maxed out all their equipment, and quite easily too. The testing equipment and machines were the same that tested Lady Sentinel and Ultra-Mega and I broke both their records easily, and then the machines broke too. Remember the blackouts from a few weeks ago? That was me being tested. The strength testing machine kept pulling power to up the gravity and the machine fried itself before I even felt anything close to a real weight, and that was thousands upon thousands of times past the strongest supers. Kind of cool, right?” Tammy let out the last sentence in a breathless whisper

“So what’s going to happen is this: I’m going to let you go, you are going to go get my paperwork I’m going to go wait in the lobby for you where I will apologize profusely for my clumsiness. When you return I will sign what I need to and you will notarize it, then I will leave, and you can go to the hospital or whatever. Or … I can break your arms and legs right now. Sure, I’ll have to come back tomorrow to get Mr. Whitaker to take care of everything for me. But the truth is, no one will say anything to me about this mess or you’re broken body.” Tams could see the defeat in Margaret’s eyes.

“Okay Meg, so really … what’s it going to be? Is there really choice here? ” Tammy asked her piercing blue eyes held Margaret’s gaze through sheer force of will.

“Okay,” Meg squeaked with a cough, “Just please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Oh and one more thing, If you tell anyone this was anything other than an accident, or talk about me in any way, I will crush you like a bug under my tit. Got it?” As she spoke, Tams patted the sides of her boobs.

Meg shook her head yes, her eyes wide with fear.

“Let me hear you say yes, Meg.”

“YesyesIswearit.” Margaret gushed.

“Good. Let’s get this done with … I have other things to do today.”