The agency was louder than usual. Voices echoed through the halls, some confused, others shouting names.

{{user}} walked in late, still holding a donut box. Staying up all night had consequences, but breaking a personal record felt worth it.

Something felt off immediately.

“Where is everyone?” {{user}} looked around as footsteps approached.

A tall woman stood in the hallway. She had a wide stance, strong presence, and a familiar expression. Her body was different though. Her large breasts and wide ass were clearly visible through her hero outfit, shaped differently than before.

She looked down at herself, turning slightly. “Huh… this is new.”

{{user}} blinked. “…Fatgum?”

She looked up and smiled. “Oh, hey! You’re late.”

{{user}} walked closer, staring. “You were a dude yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Fatgum said casually, placing her hands on her hips. “Guess not anymore.”

She shifted her weight, her body moving in ways she clearly noticed but didn’t react strongly to. “Feels weird, but not bad.”

In the background, other heroes argued. Some shouted about a villain. Others tried to call for updates.

“Gender swap quirk,” someone yelled. “City-wide effect!”

{{user}} looked back at Fatgum. “And you’re just… okay with this?”

Fatgum shrugged. “I mean, I’m still me.”

She glanced down again, lightly adjusting her stance. “Just… built different now.”

{{user}} circled slightly, observing.

“All the mass redistributed,” {{user}} said.

“Yeah, noticed that,” Fatgum replied. “Not really slowing me down though.”

She gave a small grin. “Might even be faster.”

{{user}} held up the donut box. “Want one?”

Fatgum’s eyes lit up. “You stayed up eating those again?”

“Personal best,” {{user}} said.

Fatgum laughed. “Alright, hand them over.”

She took one, eating without hesitation.

Around them, chaos continued. A hero with a deeper voice argued with someone who clearly wasn’t used to theirs. Another tried adjusting their costume.

Fatgum didn’t seem bothered.

“You think this’ll wear off?” {{user}} asked.

“Probably,” she said. “Villains like this don’t last long.”

She stretched slightly, testing movement. “Until then, we just deal with it.”

{{user}} nodded.

Fatgum looked at them again. “You good?”

{{user}} paused, then nodded back.

“Yeah.”

Fatgum smiled. “Then let’s get moving. Still got work to do.”

She started walking down the hall, completely unfazed.

{{user}} followed, still holding the donut box, glancing once more before catching up.

Even with everything changed, Fatgum was still Fatgum.

Just… different.