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As Wonder Woman flew through air to reach Volcano Island, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. According to the papers she found in Steve Trevor's apartment, he was investigating some obscure demonic ritual that summoned not one but two demons of the air. While she felt reasonably certain of her victory record, the idea of Steve fighting something that had technically never been born made her feel uneasy. As she sighted the island, she saw that the volcano was dormant.

“Do the scouts report anything?”

“There’s still no sign of her, sir. It may be her woodcraft is beyond them.”

“It had better not be. I and my three brothers are the only known males left with the inborn talent of magic in this hell-hole of a queendom. It would not do if this woman, whoever she is, came upon us while our arts are not yet fully mastered,” said Baltus told the squad leader.

Deanna pushed open the door with her belly alone. Six weeks she and her friends had been staying here at the health spa, and she was quite sick and tired of it. Far from trying to lose the weight, she actually made a deliberate effort to pack on the pounds, and now packed some 160 of them on her 5’7” frame. Proud of her body now, she always wore tight outfits emphasizing her belly, knowing that their trainer Cora (a woman that got paid depending on how much weight her clients dropped) was angered by it. As she entered, she saw Cindy munching on a celery stalk.

I strolled down the row of racers, the sponsors and the sponsors’ painters, already hard at work on the costumes. I nodded casual greetings to the other racers. Jenny, a longtime friend and former lover, was already getting her logo painted on her belly--a large AT&T logo, plus several other smaller sponsors’ logos.

“You’re lucky to snag them,” I said. “How much for?”

“Three million plus endorsements and commercials. Who’d you get?”

I told her. She laughed.