Summer Petersen's biography



Summer Jamie Thompson (nee Petersen) (February 9, 1998-2040) was the second-in-command of the Armies of Organa, in spite of her gender. As a young child, Petersen was reclusive and highly intelligent. Her intelligent and withdrawn nature resulted in being very successful in school, but also being alone and friendless. In 2011, Petersen befriended a child celebrity named Steven Thompson. Following the events of the Battle of GT-1 Base — the opening engagement which sparked the devastating conflict known as the School War — Petersen became a member of the Decemahead and took up arms against the Girl-Team.

Petersen and Thompson initially got off to a rocky beginning, yet they worked together to rescue Eegan Grover, the son of Empress Zira Miranda Grover, and returned Eegan to his mother and completing Vincent Organa’s negotiations for Zira's help in the war effort. The two began bonding after Petersen was subsequently lured into a trap, where she engaged Helen McKeen and escaped. The relationship between herself and Thompson grew stronger, but also more complex.

Petersen played a significant role in many other battles of the School War. During the First Battle of Tower Placement, Petersen encountered Emily Watson, the ringleader, confronting her and destroying her once and for all. Days after the School War, war robot GTR-10 sought out Petersen and ultimately pledged his services, thanks to her erasing his corrupted programming. The kind, delicate, and soft-spoken teenager would eventually have a great impact on GTR-10; the two enjoyed a mutual relationship.

By the time the Second School War began, Summer Petersen did not participate at first, as her parents forced her into hiding. By the time she escaped, her skills had rusted and she was out of shape. After the Second Battle of Tower Placement and the end of the war, Petersen began dating Thompson whilst completing her formal education. In 2016, Petersen aided in crippling Dark Nova and then the successful rescue of Helen McKeen from Zira Miranda Grover, in which she killed the Empress and earned herself the title of "tyrant tackler".

In 2017, Summer moved away into her own home and received a job application as a computer technician. She married Steven Thompson and they had a son named Tyson Petersen. Around this time, Petersen began working for the U.S. Government as the Head of the Advancement of Cyber Technology Office. She became so popular that she also served as a temporary correspondent for the Perpetual Seer. Eventually she and Thompson joined the Team of Terror. Tragically, she was speared in the heart during their first mission in 2040.

Early life
Summer Petersen was born on February 9, 1998, weighing seven point zero ounces at birth. As an infant, Petersen spent much of her time listening to those she spent a lot of time with. Her first word was "Da", and while people assumed it meant "dad", it was really an all-purpose word. As Petersen's vocabulary grew, she learned that talking had a purpose, leading to her speaking her first sentence: "Then take dat!"

When she was two years old, she discovered her connection to magic, which was not an unusual age for this to happen if magic is present. However, when she reached deep into herself, trying to find the core of her energy again, she could not cast the spell a second time.

Preschool
In preschool, Petersen struggled with sharing and listening. While she was a quiet toddler, Petersen had a nasty habit of blurting out the endings of books she'd already heard prior to "story time". She also argued about many things, including what she thought the secondary colors should be called. A student who was very immature but shared her high level of intelligence, Zachary Brown, kept sitting by her, much to her annoyance. During Petersen's first school conference, her teacher had concerns shared by her parents. She also developed an interest in the culture of Ancient Rome, a curious interest for a girl in preschool.

That Christmas, Petersen received a kitten as a gift, whom she named Julius.

Kindergarten
In 2003, Summer Petersen's parents divorced. Once it became inevitable, the process lasted for three days and Summer and Joshua stayed with their aunt. When it was over, they briefly lived alone with their mother.

In that year, she began attending Tower Placement School. Due to her intelligent and socially withdrawn nature, she was very successful in school, but had no friends as she isolated herself. During lunch, she usually sat at a table by herself at the edge of the room, which she classified as "the Nerd Bar". This is the time she found her obsession with computers. It is very likely that her parents' divorce was a factor in her isolationism in kindergarten.

First grade
Petersen mentioned to Steven Thompson that during her sixth birthday, her parents took her to an amusement park and she rode a roller coaster for the first time in her life. She also happened to meet Vincent and Jay Organa there.

Third grade
Throughout the latter half of third grade, Summer Petersen noticed that her cat Julius was not opening up to her as much as he used to and he was growing difficult to find. The feline began to contract several mysterious illnesses, something Petersen was aware of, but her parents, for unknown reasons, never took him to see a veterinarian.

Fourth grade
In 2007, when she was only nine years of age, she built her own computer from a kit.

After her cat Julius experienced a number of seizures in September, Petersen's parents finally took him in, though they were offended when Petersen told them how slow they had been on noticing Julius' condition, especially her father. Petersen stayed home while Joshua accompanied them, but she eventually received a phone call to come outside and be picked up by her mother so she could hear the horrible news: Julius was to be given a lethal drug to free him from his misery. Petersen sadly went with her mother, bade goodbye to Julius, and witnessed his death.

The following day, everyone held a funeral for him. Joshua comforted Summer during the event, and she told him about the constellation Orion.

Around this time, Summer's mother remarried. As a result, the latter adopted Summer and Joshua and helped raise them.

Fifth grade
In 2008, she got Joshua in trouble by emptying eggs from the refrigerator and playfully throwing them on the ground so the two siblings could "skate" on them. When their parents arrived, Summer discreetly made her way to the bathroom, making it look like Joshua had made the mess.

Petersen refused the offer from Helen McKeen to join the Girl-Team, as she was unwilling to ally herself with either them or their opposite faction, the Armies of Organa.

Education
In 2011, when Summer Petersen was in seventh grade, a child celebrity named Steven Thompson came to Tower Placement School. After a long morning of integers, Summer slumped down to lunch, her backpack in tow, and sat down at her usual table at the edge of the room, though she was sad that Steven would probably never talk to her. To her surprise, Steven joined her shortly after she seated herself. Steven knew from the start that she was beautiful and loving deep inside, leaving him skeptical to why no one else liked her. They had a friendly conversation and quickly became friends. Both of them hugged. But with his cheek braced against Summer’s shoulder, he could see Emily glaring at him in her rage. He asked Summer why this was, and Summer revealed the Thunderqueen was Emily’s mother, and Emily certainly wanted revenge for her destruction. Steven was appalled that he already had an archenemy.

The War Begins
Before long the School War began, and Summer Petersen was a big part of it. Soon, she was captured along with Steven Thompson and Andrew Henderson. While being watched by the entire Girl-Team, all three faced girls armed with guns, and continually did all they could to fight back against them. but were able to escape them. Notably, Summer picked the back wire to her braces and used it to pick the locks on her chains, earning some admiration from Steven. In her own attempts, Summer was slashed across the back by Susan, but she managed to fight off the latter and shoot her with her own weapon. However, they were surrounded by every female 12th grader in the school. However, the newly-formed Boy-Team fleet, led by Vincent Organa attacked the army of girls gathering in the arena and the three escaped. Summer took up a blue lightsaber and fought the girls alongside Steven. Finally, they were airlifted out of the arena. The Boy-Team allowed all three of them to escape and fight in the ensuing battle. In it, Petersen proved herself rather good in combat and sufficient with a lightsaber.

Before long, Petersen and Thompson pursued Emily Watson, the mastermind of the Girl-Team and, unbeknownst to them, a mutant. They gave chase across the vast underground chamber, where she led them to a hangar. Once they caught up with Watson, Summer, against the better advice of her friend, foolishly charged the villain with a headstrong attitude. It was the outcast’s undoing: Emily unleashed her flamethrower on Summer, knocking the youth unconscious and leaving Steven to face Emily alone. Steven put up a valiant fight, however, his skills proved no match for the more powerful and experienced Emily, and he was soon incapacitated. As Summer recovered from the fire, she witnessed Emily raising her lightsaber to deliver the final blow against the fallen Steven.

Petersen leaped into the path of Emily’s lightsaber, blocking it with her own, saving her best friend’s life in the process. Taking up the fallen Steven’s weapon, Summer unleashed a flurry of attacks, which caught Emily off guard at first. However, despite the tactical advantage the second blade granted, it was short-lived. Without any training, Summer’s use of two blades simply wasn’t good enough to pass through Watson’s guard, and the Dark mutant eventually managed to destroy the blue blade, leaving Summer with only Thompson’s green. At that point, Emily’s greater practice and experience with Vaapad allowed her to regain the upper hand, and, despite holding her own for much of the duel, Petersen lost the battle to Emily. After being rescued by Vincent Organa, Summer and Steven were transported to Organa’s house for healing.

Rescuing Eegan
Steven Thompson and Summer Petersen were dispatched to find and rescue Empress Zira’s kidnapped son Eegan, whom scouts had located at a deadly dungeon. The success of their mission was vital to completing Vincent Organa’s negotiations with the monarch for her army’s help and shipping routes critical to the war effort. En route, Summer gave the troops an account of how she “saved” Steven from oncoming robot soldiers. Through Summer’s flying car, they flew to the dungeon where the baby was being held.

After securing the dungeons, Steven felt an aura of darkness nearby, worrying Summer. After dispatching a few robot soldiers, the pair found Eegan, who was found to be just a baby, and whom Summer thought was cute. Unfortunately, while trying to load the baby into a pack, a recording of their actions was taken by Helen McKeen. She transmitted the recording to Emily Watson to convince Zira that the Boy-Team had been the ones who kidnapped Eegan. Helen then went downstairs and confronted the pair.

While Steven engaged Helen in combat, Summer fought against the girls flanking their opponent. After disposing of them, Summer briefly joined the clash, until Steven told her to get Eegan to safety. While attempting to do this, Summer accidentally set off a death trap that ended Steven and Helen’s duel in a draw. All three escaped, and Summer met up with Steven soon after. Both returned to Summer’s car, and simultaneously realized the baby was sick.

Duel in Maryland
Summer’s car arrived at Maryland, Zira Grover’s hometown, but the ship was shot down by robotic fighters. The team survived the crash and made their way to the Whitehouse. On the way, both Summer and Steven sensed a trap. At that moment, Emily showed up and insisted they surrender Eegan, before assaulting them with a torrent of lightning. After deflecting it, Summer and Steven once again engaged the young villainess in battle. Initially, the two used a combination of reckless and advanced techniques, catching Emily off-guard. Eventually, Emily pushed Summer off to the side to deal with Steven alone. While Steven drove Emily up the stairs to the front door of the Whitehouse, Summer dealt with the robotic fighters that Emily had brought to distract the two. However, once she did so, Emily immediately kicked Steven aside and strangled Summer, knocked her to the ground with lightning, and caused her to hit her head hard against the stone wall. This rendered Summer unconscious and injured.

When Summer awoke, she found a data pad that had fallen out of Emily’s speeder. She gave it to Steven, and together they managed to infiltrate the Whitehouse and deliver Eegan to his mother, Zira. However, Zira still believed the two were using her and ordered them killed. Luckily, Summer was able to show Zira the data pad, revealing that Emily Watson and Helen McKeen were responsible for Eegan’s kidnapping, and that they had done it to manipulate Zira into supporting their side. Once the truth was made known, Zira regretfully revealed that her forces were all stationed in Iran. Summer was disappointed, and playfully pointed out that on the bright side, Steven still had Summer herself. Zira agreed to do what she could for them, on the condition that they would bring Emily to justice. Summer promised that they would do what they could to help. Afterwards, Summer and Steven were picked up by Jay and Vincent Organa.

Duel With Helen
Emily Watson had been attempting for a while to track down and capture Summer Petersen in order to turn the girl to the cause of the Girl-Team, believing Summer was much more powerful than she knew. One night, a few weeks after Eegan’s capture, Emily rigged an art party at Tower Placement. She then concocted a plan to lure Summer to her and destroy the Boy-Team. She hoped that the suffering of Summer’s allies would bring her to Tower Placement to aid them. When Steven walked by looking for the girls, Natalia Thornton ambushed Steven and stunned him with a projectile. When Steven woke up, he was escorted into a smoking pit inside an unused level. They trapped Steven inside, and the machine forced him into a coma. Now they planned to reset it for Summer. They knew she would come after Steven, but how she would find out they did not know.

As it happened, Summer called Steven and told him she’d decided to come (she had originally not wanted to attend). When she got no answer, she realized Steven was in trouble, and took off to Tower Placement in her modified car. Summer approached the school, unaware that the Girl-Team forces occupying the school had been tracking her progress since arriving at Tower Placement. She landed her craft without incident, and proceeded cautiously into the hallways. As she began to search for her friends, she encountered Ursula Blackham and a group of girls who were transporting Steven’s slumbering body away. Summer, hoping not to reveal her presence, quietly stalked the group for a short time until they disappeared from sight. As Summer prepared to continue through the school, Ursula suddenly reappeared and opened fire on Summer, who deflected the blasts with her lightsaber. After firing a few deterring blaster bolts, Ursula disengaged from her target. Summer, knowing they had Steven, immediately went after them. However, the robots flanking Ursula began shooting at Summer, who again took cover. When the robots broke off the fight, Summer attempted to follow them once again. Just as she passed through the door where Ursula had disappeared, it slammed shut behind her.

Making her way through the catwalks and elevators of the eighteenth floor, she eventually reached the darkened Sleeping Chamber. Suddenly, the chamber became illuminated, revealing Helen McKeen, standing atop a flight of steps to the walkway above. Helen taunted Summer, claiming that, while she was strong, she had not mastered anything yet. Striding up to the villainess, Summer ignited her lightsaber. Helen responded by calmly activating her own weapon, and the battle began.

Summer attacked first, opening with an overhand power attack to overwhelm Helen. However, Helen blocked the attack, resulting in a blade-lock which Helen broke by knocking Summer to the floor, but Summer quickly recovered. Summer then engaged in an aggressive series of attacks, driving her enemy back. However, Helen counterattacked, forcing Summer back to the head of the stairs. During a subsequent lull in the fight, Helen complimented Summer on her increased dueling proficiency, an assessment which Summer agreed with. Before she could strike, however, Helen disarmed Summer with a kick to the chest and then slashed at her, hoping to herd her towards the coma pit on the floor below. Summer dove away and rolled down to the chamber’s main platform. Helen leaped after her, backing Summer up to the edge of the pit. As Summer’s attention was focused on Helen, the general did not perceive Helen’s trap. Helen claimed that Summer’s destiny lied with her gender. As Summer denied this, Helen swung her weapon. Not realizing the pit was right behind her, Sumner backed right over the lip of the coma pit and fell into it. As Helen activated the chamber, she failed to notice that Summer had climbed out before the coma process could begin, and was clinging to the gas pipes above the pit.

Helen noticed her and bisected one of the hoses with her weapon, hoping to dislodge Summer. Summer then jumped down, grabbed a blanket, and threw it in Helen’s face. With Helen momentarily distracted, Summer recovered her lightsaber and slashed at Helen, only to have the villain block her blow. As the pair’s blades locked, Helen taunted Summer. She then broke the lock and attacked, but Summer managed to fend her off, leaping over an attack at her legs and flipping above Helen. Landing behind her enemy, Summer unleashed her own offense and drove Helen back towards the edge of the platform. However, Helen turned the tables and kicked Summer off the ledge. Summer thought she was done for, but a rising platform stopped her fall and brought her to the eighteenth floor.

Summer advanced down the empty corridor, until Helen reemerged from the shadows. Helen calmly raised her lightsaber, and stood her ground, as Summer haltingly advanced. The opponents faced off. Helen quickly lunged, engaging the youth in a brief bout of swordplay. As the two of them blade-locked, Summer cut a hole in the ground, causing Helen to fall several stories. Summer deactivated her blade and began to search for Steven. Meanwhile, Emily sent Steven’s sleeping form down a chute into the school’s furnace, but Summer found Steven in time and rescued him with the tow cable attached to her skyfighter. Emily climbed on her speeder and pursued, and Summer sped into a tunnel. Dodging laserfire, she outmaneuvered Emily and caused her to fall into vats of fuel. She then began to search for a way out, and upon seeing a door she rushed for it. Outside, she began the trip home, but was then chased by robotic fighters.

The fighters followed Summer and opened fire. After a brief dogfight, the chase led into a forest. This proved to give Summer an advantage, who could easily maneuver around the trees. One fighter crashed into a tree and exploded, and the second spun out of control and careened into a tree. Summer flew into a cave, the third fighter close behind. Finally, it crashed into a stalactite. Relieved at her victory, Summer then landed a few meters away from the crash. Then she turned on her headlights and climbed out of her fighter. She thought it would be a good place to hide, and to think about what to do for Steven. Meanwhile, Emily sent out a few bombers to find Summer. Although they discovered the cave that was part of the forest, they passed it by.

Finally, Summer flew back to the school, with Steven’s sleeping form squeezed in next to her to avoid him being discovered. Luckily, none of the girls were there. Summer found a key that Helen had dropped and used it to unlock the classroom doors that held all the boys. With all the boys safe, Summer flew home with Steven and placed him on her bed. Then she went to get some ice. Once she returned, she stuck the ice behind Steven’s back, somehow waking him. He woke up to find her smiling and looking over him with mingled concern. Summer explained everything that happened that night. Steven realized that Tower Placement was no longer safe due to the ongoing School War.

Mission to GT-1 Base
Even amid the war, life went on, and Summer Petersen and Steven Thompson were still a couple. It was through working with Summer that Steven finally found out why he was her only friend. It was because she had bad social skills, and Steven agreed to teach her, and in turn Summer taught Steven more about technology. During one such lesson, Steven assigned Summer to breach Emily’s computer files in the underground base. Summer went there and used her lightsaber to get ahold of a pod in order to enter the compound. As soon as she was deeper inside the base, she sabotaged a map that revealed that the computer files were behind the arena, guarded by a wall of lava. Summer rushed across the hall and to her designation. She stood in front of the falls, not knowing how to open it. Suddenly, the falls opened and robots came pouring in. Petersen ignited her lightsaber and fought back until a cannonball fired from behind the wall and sent her flying across the hallway and over the balcony overlooking the arena. Summer managed to cling on the balcony’s edge and climb back up, where she could spy on the robots, who were searching for her “corpse”, with no success. As the robots filed out, Summer rushed in the opposite direction and left the base. As she returned home she struggled to make out what happened. Although she had failed, she did reveal that the underground base was abandoned, though it was patrolled it to make sure the boys did not take it. Steven thought they had something else in mind. Summer’s next assignment was larger - to act as a double agent for the Girl-Team and uncover their secrets. The next day, Summer pretended to pledge herself to Emily Watson.

The Battle of the Bow-Tie
Summer Petersen was hanging out with Steven Thompson when they were visited by Aidan. The Boy-Team scout had just lost his best friend, Tyrone, to Cera Lewis. Aidan was very upset over Tyrone's fate, though Petersen was able to help him calm down. e Boy-Team to explain it to them. From this they prepared a group of skyfighters to penetrate the station’s superlaser, and hopefully the entire station.

Petersen flew with her compatriots in the Battle of the Bow-Tie. After they charged the superlaser, Petersen reported the damage wrought and the fleet fired upon the Bow-Tie, only to realize that the hull was far too powerful for their weapons. Much to her dismay, Petersen and Vincent Organa both realized it would have to be destroyed from the inside, and she reported their predicament to Thompson, who had flown into the station. When Thompson found her, she told him they would plant bombs in the main control center, causing a chain reaction.

When they returned to the battlestation together, they fought their way to the higher levels, where Watson was waiting for a rematch. Reluctant to leave her friend to contend with Watson alone, Petersen initiated Plan B. This meant that she made her way to the top deck of the observation tower with Corey Gonzalez to cause the station to rocket into outer space, where it would freeze and crack. After Thompson lost and was interceded by Micheal Watson, Petersen grabbed Thompson and they rushed for their ships with Andrew Hendersen in tow, flying to a nearby station where Robert Iego took them and Gonzalez to the capitol ship. In the meantime, the station was finally destroyed thanks to Petersen's actions.[3]

Summer surrenders
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Petersen's act of mercy, however, caused Valiera Nelson to realize she may not be what she seemed. Unexpectedly, she appeared and murdered Corey Gonzalez, angering Petersen and confirming Nelson's suspicions. Petersen and Nelson faced off with lightsabers. Emerging victorious, Valiera took Summer's blade and revealed that her biological father was Summer's father and Summer was Valiera's sister. She decided at last to leave Summer behind, as killing her was not worth the consequences upon her.

At one point, Petersen witnessed Charles confronting Blaise Parton after he pinned Nelson against a wall. She chose not to report this to Thompson or to anyone else.

Death and Rebirth
Summer arrived at Tower Placement while Emily was taking on Steven and attempted to stop the former from hurting the latter. Steven, upon seeing Summer return, summoned up the strength to fight back while Summer rushed into Tower Placement and up an elevator. Arriving at the balcony, she called to Steven and reached out for him to take her hand. Just as Steven took ahold of Summer’s hand,

In the final battle of the war, Emily was able to wound Steven. This left her to fight Summer next. Enraged at the apparent murder of her boyfriend, Summer quickly charged at Emily. During an intense duel, Summer managed to kick Emily to the ground. However, Emily continued to fight the General, and pushed Summer over the edge of the roof they were on. Summer managed to survive by grabbing onto a balcony on the wall at the last moment, but Emily proceeded to slash the rim of the pit, showering sparks upon Summer in an attempt to caus a cave-in. Summer managed to calm herself. Then she pulled herself up hard, leaping into the air and flipping above Emily, grabbing Steven’s lightsaber as she did so. Landing in front of Emily, Summer slashed her through the waist, causing the villain to flinch in shock and pain as she was pushed over the roof. As Emily fell, she managed to run Summer through with her weapon. Emily’s body exploded at the bottom. Now conscious again, Steven then rushed to his girlfriend’s side. Summer finally disposed of Emily, but Emily fatally wounded her in the process.

After helping Petersen onto the balcony surface, Thompson turned her face towards him. Petersen smiled at seeing Thompson, who tried to reassure her that everything would be fine, but she knew all too well that her time was coming, telling him how grateful she was to die in his arms. However, when Petersen succumbed to her wound, she merely appeared in Oblivion. This was because the heads of Vincent and Jay touched, activating a legendary spell. Meanwhile, Thompson begged her not to leave him and, breaking down into tears. As Thompson continued sobbing over the loss of her love, shimmering beams of light fell onto Petersen. Her body then began to float in the air and became enshrouded in her own hair before she fell to the ground. Freed from Oblivion, Petersen stood up, examined herself, and turned to Thompson, who initially looked at her skeptically before she explained what had transpired. Thompson and Petersen hugged, and Vincent and Jay returned to them alive.

Shortly afterwards, Petersen attended the victory celebration, where she declared peace between the Boy-Team and Girl-Team.

Aftermath
Days after the School War, Petersen was sought by the now leaderless GTR-10, who wanted revenge for the death of Emily Watson. It also threatened to kill Helen McKeen for her disloyalty to the Girl-Team. However, Summer told GTR-10 that she was its friend, which only led him to believe McKeen had betrayed him. Bending down, Petersen opened the hatch into his wiring, where she saw the Robot Commander had been tampered with. Petersen was able to talk GTR-10 into letting her fix it. She then toggled a few switches to free it of rust, and when she stood up again, she was surprised that GTR-10 had suddenly had a change of heart. Summer softly asked if he would stay with her now that the Girl-Team was destroyed, and he agreed.

The kind, delicate, and soft-spoken Summer would eventually have a great impact on GTR-10. He even let Summer call him GTR, thinking it would not be as much of a mouthful for her. He helped her on several occasions, and in return, Summer would clean him every week. Her parents were skeptical of the robot’s motives at first, though in time they lovingly welcomed it as a member of their family. Both of them loved each other very much and were extremely defensive of each other. GTR-10 even helped Petersen when she wasn’t sure what to write next in her diary.

Year in hiding
"Yes, things are going swell here. Wish you were here though. [...] No, Mom and Dad are bringing in plenty of junk food. If I don't stop this process, pretty soon I'll turn into a fat bookworm slash computer geek."

- Summer phoning Joshua

By the time the Second School War had begun two months after the Battle of Tower Placement), Summer Petersen did not participate at first. Her brother Joshua was carted to a Treatment Center in Colorado, and when he was gone, Petersen told her parents what had truly transpired during the first war. They did not react well, and the three of them went into hiding against Petersen's will. GTR-10 stayed with Petersen, who spent most of her time doing chores and using the Internet. She also uploaded several YouTube videos which eventually allowed Thompson to deduce her whereabouts. During this time, Petersen had contact with her brother via monitored telephone.

In February 2012, she was no longer underweight; she was reaching an ideal weight and developing minimal amounts of muscle, she was 121 pounds and her BMI was 19. Then came the end of the year and her going into hiding. July 2012. She started to gain massive amounts of weight! This was clearly because all she really did was use the television, the computer, her camera, and helping GTR-10 out. None of which required very much exercise. Plus her parents were bringing her a lot of candy. August 2012 she weighed 160 pounds and her BMI was 25. As her gut became more pronounced and an outline began forming around it, her parents realized that she was neglecting her hygiene, as her hair was dirty and unkempt and she was sweating a lot. Near the end of the month, her parents unblocked her Facebook, thinking that would boost her morale. They turned out to be right and despite her belly sticking out a little, she looked (and smelled) more desirable than ever. September 2012 she weighed 175 pounds and her BMI was 28. Around this time, she also measured herself.

"Gotten so fat...these pants fit, not that long ago..."

A week after the start, she weighed 181 pounds and her BMI was 29.1. By the end of September, she was 190 pounds and her BMI was over 30.

At the end of October 2012 she weighed 199 pounds and her BMI was 32. To make herself feel better, she measured herself again.

In November 2012 she weighed 208 pounds and her BMI was 33. Though she could swear that after Thanksgiving Day she gained four pounds in 24 hours.

In December 2012 she weighed 223 pounds and her BMI was 36.

In February of 2013, she weighed 234 pounds and her BMI was 37.

Summer's fifteenth birthday
On her birthday, her parents brought her thirty entire cakes, two for each year of her life. Summer also decided to make herself a special drink and it tasted amazing. She had to get creative with this because she didn’t own a blender, so she wasn’t sure what she could do until she figured mixing cake mix with heavy whipping cream should be about the same? She had to put some whole milk into the mix though because the heavy cream made it super thick. Anyways, Summer used birthday cake mix and shook it all up in a shaker cup and it made three full cups. She began eating her cake in the meantime. She figured drinking all of it was going to be easy, but she started feeling super stuffed and bloated after the second cup, but she was determined to finish it all and damn she felt so fucking huge and heavy after. Her belly seriously felt like a rock, as GTR-10 could tell from how packed it looked and it felt way too good. She was wearing a bra the whole time.

Apparently, Petersen made two attempts to escape, though the powerful shield around their house foiled both of her bids for freedom.

Absent though she may have been from international affairs, Petersen's exploits were often mentioned, though her abilities were not commonly spoken of.

In 2013, a video uploaded by Petersen unintentionally gave away her alleged location to Steven Thompson, who had been in the forest seeking her for months. Thompson reported this to Helen McKeen, as they both hoped Petersen would return and help in the fight against evil.

Summer never took any trips while she was in hiding, save for two occasions. During the first, she got her braces off and went to the dentist on the same day.

Eventually, she also got her navel pierced, making her already expanding belly even sexier.

Escape from the Petersen House
In May 2013, she weighed 264 pounds and her BMI was 32! Around this time, she recorded a video of herself struggling to fit into an old pair of pants "just 'cuz". This was also the time that she went on her adventure to stop the Cavaliers of Thornton.

In May, several members of the Boy-Team sought her out thanks to Thompson's intercepted clue. Finally, they found her on 24 May, 2013, where Thompson beaconed her to rejoin the war effort. By then, it became obvious that Petersen's skills had rusted to some degree. She was slightly out of shape and she had not been without a real battle for several months. Despite this, Petersen accepted her weapon from GTR-10 and took action, leaving the house with her suitcase, something Thompson agreed to carry. Petersen also met Charlie Corner, a foreigner who was, apparently, sympathetic to the Boy-Team cause.

The quintet was spotted by Girl-Team pilot Liv Emerson, who hoped to kill them and capture Petersen. Petersen, Thompson, McKeen, Hendersen, and Corner attempted to flee their attackers after being fired upon by Emerson. Petersen led her friends towards her car, the Heartbreaker. Petersen took the pilot's seat while Thompson sat as copilot and Corner manned the gun turrets. Despite a shaky start, Petersen piloted the ship out of the outpost and, on McKeen's suggestion, remained near the undergrowth of trees in order to confuse the scanners on Emerson's fighter. She led Emerson on a chase into the Maze of Ventilation, where she was followed into the bowels of the gigantic tubes. The Heartbreaker suffered damage and the turret was destroyed, so, after flying out of the Maze, McKeen incinerated it and Petersen flew off.

The dogfight took its toll on Petersen and she collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Thompson checked on her in a tender manner and proceeded to fly to his own house. There, Petersen initiated a kiss with Thompson after the other three went to sleep.

Summer realized her future was much more scattered suddenly. With all these thoughts in her head, she fell asleep. Helen noticed this from where she was sitting, and pointed it out to Steven.

"Aww," Steven said lovingly.

When Summer woke up, she realized there was a pillow under her head. As she headed inside, she realized her suitcase was already inside. Heading in, she noticed that Steven was being extremely nice and being tender with her, helping her get back into the swing of things. In her exhausted state, she was faintly amused when Andrew was arguing with Charlie over the ladies getting the guest bedroom. Charlie won by letting Andrew have the couch while he slept in an old sleeping bag Steven had owned for years. The two really did contrast each other, Summer had gone camping once and she'd hated it. But a part of her knew that Steven wouldn't make her go camping if she ever got him to like her that way.

Summer lured Steven into the kitchen where they kissed. After they parted lips, Summer just stood there holding Steven. "I'm not pregnant," she finally whispered to him. "I thought you ought to know." She had noticed that Steven had kept glancing at her belly and she understood why it made him curious. "Can I see your stomach?"

"What?" Steven replied.

"You're curious about mine, aren't you? I kinda feel the same way." Steven blushed. "Life out there's been hard for you, Steven. Life has made you strong." He didn't move a muscle, she glanced at his crotch which was definitely bulging a little. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said, placing a hand on her stomach.

"Don't think too poorly of me," said Steven, his voice shaking horribly, and he slowly pulled up his shirt, up to his manboobs, and hesitated, keeping them covered. Looking away, Summer reached down and, slowly, obscenely, pulled up her own white tank top. She let go of her shirt fabric since the sloping crease between her shapely breasts and bloated stomach held it in place. Her belly felt cold, the air conditioner was blowing on it directly. She looked directly at Steven's belly, staring intensely. He looked even hotter than before, if that was possible. He had a six-pack! He had a six-pack and she'd never noticed.

"You look more muscular than ever," she said, leaning against the wall, fearing she would pass out any minute.

Steven looked mesmerized. "You're so fat. I love your belly, it's so beautiful and round and plump. Can I touch it?"

Summer loved this irony &mdash; she loved his stomach, which was muscled and flat, and he loved hers, which was soft and bloated. "Well, my piercing kind of is envious of my lips," she said before she could stop herself. Steven just gaped at her, open mouthed. This was too good to be true. Finally, he knelt down and, holding Summer's legs, leaned into the side of her stomach, grabbing the fabric and letting it fall down around his head. For a moment he just laid his head against her bloated belly like a pillow. After what felt like hours, he withdrew his head, making it feel like the skin around her stomach was on fire.

Steven just sat there, regarding her with a newfound sense of appreciation. "That was...beautiful, Summer! Who cares what Helen would say, you really are the best person I've ever hung out with."

Summer knelt down and tried to cup her hands around him...then fell down from exhaustion, hastily pulling her shirt down.

"Good night, my love," said Summer.

"I'm not your love," said Steven.

Summer's heart dropped. "What?"

"I love you, but we're too young to get married or have sex or anything. Plus...there are..." His voice trailed off as tears began streaming down his eyes. "Hug me, Summer. Please."

"With pleasure," she said, rolling over and wrapping her arms around him. "There's nothing wrong with this. The war'll ended before you know it, we'll be old enough to get consent, we could be the happiest married couple ever."

"I've never seen you that way," said Steven. "But I've never touched a female body the way I...I..."

"Sssh," Summer said gently. "Likewise, I've never been touched like that. If this is love, of course there's no logic involved."

"I just want to be alone," he said sadly. "But the feel of your lovely, provoking, sexually appealing, kissable gut..."

"Go to bed, Steven. We can see to this in the morning."

"But then everyone else'll be around. If only it could be like this forever...just the two of us..."

Slowly, almost forcing herself, Summer got up. "We don't have to be alike to be in love. This'll work out."

"I should hope so," said Steven, getting up and slowly feeling her moist, raven-black hair. No dye or anything...she was positively from up above. "I hope you have the best sleep of your life."

"Oh, I'm sure Helen does too," Summer replied, flouncing off into her room, not willing herself to look back at him. She felt so...free! Bursting into Helen's room with about thirty different things trying to burst from her lips at once, she immediately ripped her shirt off, revealing that she'd been wearing a sky blue bra with two orange, vertical stripes flowing down the center over her breasts, exposing her stomach, this whole time. Her lovely belly could breathe now. With her belly showing, Summer pissed off Helen by acting so optimistic.

"He kissed me, Helen! After two years, he finally kissed me! I thought I was a fat, lazy slob, but..." She regarded herself in the mirror. "I'm so beautiful! Aren't I gorgeous? You're gorgeous."

"Um...thanks? You look all right. Unlike some people I actually work out."

"That's mean, Helen," Summer replied automatically. "This might actually work. Am I dreaming? Is this just a fantasy? He actually stuck his lips on my face!"

"And...how did he feel?" Helen replied.

"He felt like me," she replied, giving it some thought. "He wants to be with someone who loves the outdoors like he does. But he touched me once and...I was in heaven!" she shouted, plopping down on the bed.

"You took Steven from me you don't need to be a dick about it," Helen seethed.

"A dick? Me?"

"Pretty much. I love him too you know. But I promise I won't hijack your romance."

Romance. The word stuck in Summer's head. She'd read all about it, about people falling madly in love, but she never imagined it happening to her.

"Good night, Helen. You're so strong and loyal. Good night."

"That's the first time you ever flattered me. Night, Summer."

Summer settled down into slumber, but she didn't fall asleep for another thirty minutes.

When she awoke from a horrible nightmare, Steven had his first experience with his girlfriend in skimpy clothing. He began tickling her bare stomach, making it flow seductively because she was giggling until she tackled him, leaving them sprawled on the carpet against the edge of the bed. Steven held his hand against her heaving stomach and she just lay there enjoying it.

Finally, she got up, squeezing Steven's hair, provoking him into hugging her tightly before kneeling down and digging his forehead into her piercing. "Your body is so beautiful," he whispered. "Don't change, Summer. Ever."

"I won't," Summer promised.

For a moment they just stood there, regarding each other. Finally, he knelt down and, holding Summer's legs, placed his lips at the top of her stomach, surprising her. After what felt like hours, he moved down, feeling her belly in a circle and finally pressing his lips deep into the piercing, feeling her belly button with his mouth but not daring to remove his tongue. He grabbed Summer's back for support.

Finally, he withdrew. "That was...beautiful, Summer! Who cares what Helen would say, you really are the best person I've ever hung out with."

Summer knelt down and tried to cup her hands around him...then fell down from exhaustion.

"I can't believe you're telling me that when you're the most beautiful teenage boy in the world," Summer replied. "That was the best thing I felt in my entire life."

"Is this a good time for me to strip?" Steven asked quickly, before he could stop himself.

"Probably not," Summer replied. She noticed that his face turned scarlet red fast. "Three kids are waiting for us out there."

Steven stared at her belly as it flowed while she delivered her answer. Her belly was so soft...he just realized how perfectly shaped it was...so round...so perfect...

Second Battle of Tower Placement
Summer Petersen went to sleep with Helen McKeen, and was woken by Jay Organa at 2 a.m. She pulled on a shirt and Organa Teleported them to Tower Placement.

Petersen prepared to follow Jay, but Carson knocked her unconscious with a large piece of rubble.

The first thing Summer heard was screaming. Someone was calling her name. She realized she was lying on a cold, dusty floor and began feeling around the crease of her shirt and was surprised to feel the vinyl of her bra instead. She realized that her shirt had stretched drastically, so her stomach felt very cold. It took her a moment to realize her shirt had stretched drastically. She wished she hadn't eaten so much during the battle.

"Summer! They've got Steven!"

She sat up painfully. Jay was watching her, looking very concerned.

"It's worse. Cera Lewis has got Helen, but we still have a chance to save her.”

“As soon as you're ready, we have to make haste.”

After a few moments, Summer assured him that her head had cleared a little. Jay took her hand and ran across the hallway, stepping over corpses. Summer had to ask him to slow down more than once as they made their way through several alcoves, where Summer noticed a Cavalier was cocking his gun behind them.

"Oh, yay! Another princess,” she said, causing Jay's hand to jerk violently. Clearly, he hadn't seen him. Reaching up, Summer drove her laser sword blade into the warrior.

"The code has been changed."

"I can fix that." They recovered a link to a security camera that allowed her to briefly witness Thompson locked in combat with Thornton. Petersen proceeded to recalibrate the codes of every computer the Cavaliers of Thornton had ever used. As she did this, Jay dispatched several horrified Cavaliers who attempted to stop her. Jay then sped off, assuring Petersen her brilliant hack would not be forgotten anytime soon.

Petersen proceeded upstairs, where she was confronted by Beion. Knowing she was unable to fight him, she seduced him into sitting comfortably with her, where she slowly incapacitated him via taser. As he fell unconscious, Petersen witnessed the spectacular destruction of Zira's forces by the forces of President Waterston. Just then, Thompson approached her and revealed that he had allegedly killed Natalia Thornton.

Summer lay spread out with Steven, her body covered minus her head, limbs, and stomach, which was still too distended to cover. Her skin was covered in glistening beads of sweat, and which each labored breath she drew her belly would rise and fall, setting the droplets glistening like a sheen of fine diamonds poured over the veteran’s form. Steven was holding her in a taut spread-eagle. Summer’s head lolled from side to side slowly as weak groans escaped her lips.

Returning into hiding
After the battle, Summer teleported home and, to her utter dismay, continued her old life in hiding, albeit with Joshua around.

The next morning
"Hey, Summer!"

Summer pulled out her headphones. “What up, little brother?”

“Mom and Dad won't be back for another hour,” Joshua replied.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Summer replied.

“You're welcome,” Joshua replied. “Will you come play with me? I'm bored.”

Joshua waited by the door for a moment. When Summer came out, she was wearing a green-and-white striped T-shirt that was alarmingly tight around her belly. She was surprised that he in turn was wearing black stretchy shorts and no shirt. While they waited, Summer and Joshua playfully talked and giggled while sitting on her bed.

Suddenly, the door bell rang. Joshua turned to Summer, who shrugged and pointed to the doorway. Joshua slowly got to his feet, stretching, and headed downstairs. Summer grabbed the marshmallow bags on her bed and tossed them in the recycling bin before heading downstairs.

Their parents had a surprise for them. To celebrate the discharge of Joshua and the end of the war, Summer's parents brought a huge chocolate cake home.

“I'm sure you'll be mature enough to share it,” their mom said for the fourth time.

“We'll be home in a few hours,” said Summer's dad.

“Be good, sweetie,” said her mom, kissing her on the forehead.

“I always am,” Summer chuckled, her belly rippling slightly under the tight cotton fabric. Her parents closed the door. A moment later, they heard the car start.

“I'm going to my room to finish something up,” said Summer. “Once I come out, we'll split the cake. All right?”

“Why can't we eat it now?” Joshua complained.

“Because I'm exhausted and have work to do.”

“Oh, okay.”

Summer headed up to her room and fetched four marshmallow bags and a plastic fork and knife. After flinging them onto her bed, Summer pulled off her green-and-white shirt, staring at the mirror as she did so. Then she sat on her bed and decided to keep on the light-blue bra she was wearing. Summer saw the half-eaten Cheeto bag lying on her bed and decided to eat it. Then, sitting on her bed, Summer squared herself in one place and closed her eyes, reaching deep into her magic. She felt the large cake in the refrigerator, felt its essence, and felt it leaving, shifting position...she shifted her weight on the bed and opened her eyes.

The cake was lying on her bed. Summer reached over and bent towards the box, causing her bare stomach to flex provocatively. Her heart was pounding as she opened the box. She pulled out the bag of marshmallows and began decorating the cake with it.

Soon, her work was done. Summer drank two thirds of a can of orange-flavored Diet Coke, letting the liquid run across the inside of her beautiful mouth before swallowing. Once she drank it all she licked her lips and briefly felt her bloated belly as she eyed the cake again.

Summer felt herself tense up for a moment, then allowed herself to slip in, embracing the soft marshmallows, gooey icing, and chocolatey bread. Her bare belly was heaving sensually as she inhaled with pleasure.

Summer ate for thirty minutes until the entire cake was inside her.

In the meantime, Joshua found the empty cardboard circle and box in the trash, and he yelled with fury.

He stormed upstairs and banged on the door. A moment later, she opened it. Joshua gasped. She was still wearing her bra. He was still thinking about the cake.

Her midriff protruded even more than usual when he confronted her about it. But something about seeing the lovely girl's belly and how much it stuck out because of the cake she was only supposed to get half of, he suddenly found himself not resenting her as much. Not nearly as much. He felt her stomach, a few lumps here and there, and she offered to give him one of her containers of chocolate-covered fries.

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“Recycle the container.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Summer's belly flexed as she reached up to get the fries. Once she had them, she walked back over to Joshua, who noted her provocatively jiggling belly.

“Thanks,” he said, staring at her stomach.

“You're welcome, and will...” Summer laughed, her belly fat rippling in all directions. “Will you stop looking at me?”

“I'm just looking at your face,” said Joshua defensively.

“Oh, I don't mind that much, I just feel like I've let it grow a little...a little fat,” she said, slowly moving her finger outward above her stomach.

“I never thought I'd actually say this, but I have the most beautiful sister in the world,” Joshua replied. “But I'll respect that. Even after you take all the cake for yourself.”

In October of 2013, she weighed 277 pounds and her BMI was 34!

Steven's visit
In November, Summer Petersen's parents finally gave her permission to return to Tower Placement to complete her education. A week before she returned, she revealed, with permission, her whereabouts to Steven Thompson, who arranged to visit. Petersen was known to be incredibly excited prior to his visit. When he came, they shared an incredibly sensitive evening and slept together for the first time, though they agreed not to have sex that night.

He paused a while, walking into the room and slowly stroking Summer's face. When he sat down, Summer began stroking him with her pliable fingers. "It's been a year...." she said, looking at him as he sat still breathing steady. "....since I told him I loved him. It just seems like longer."

"Summer...." Steven moaned, blinking to get a better look at her. Summer held Steven's head in her hands and kissed him. Steven grasped her and hugged her closer to him, holding her in a gentle embrace as he lay on the bed.

Summer reached for the lower arm sections of her shirt and cleanly pulled it off, exposing her gorgeous body along with her bra. Steven was stunned. The complexion of her midriff was much more complex since they last met, and unless she started going to the gym, it would only grow heavier and more desirable in appearance.

"Changed my mind."

"About what?"

"We aren't having sex. Not tonight."

"Don't you think we need consent?"

"Of course."

"I love you."

"I love you too," said Steven, rolling over. That last admission made Summer's heart flutter, so much so that she almost swooned right there, although that may have just been her own exhaustion.

Meeting Zachary Brown
On the day of her return, Petersen was very uncomfortable and anxious. During lunch, she ordered a chicken sandwich and french fries, which she buried in barbecue powder, and a chocolate muffin. She was approached by Zachary Brown, who she distinctly recognized as having saved her from Cavalier forces at Seven Peaks.

"Hey, there. Still unusually sexy and everything."

"Yeah," Summer replied airily, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Can I sit with you?"

"Please don't."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

"To the T."

"Very well. You want my muffin?"

"Badly."

"All right, here you go," said Zachary, feeling a strange sense of obsession for this lonely, sexy, chubby teenager.

"Can you just go away, please?" Summer asked, unwrapping Zachary's muffin.

Zachary sighed and flounced off.

At the end of the day, she met with Zachary Brown, who she noted seemed interested in her.

"I'm about to give him the slip."

"Ooh! Can I come with you?"

"Ssh!" Summer thought long and hard about it. "Here, follow me," she said, taking his hand. She led him across the halls and gently guided him down the stairs. "Turn here," she ordered.

Zachary turned. "But this is the ladies' bathroom."

"Well, if you lack the&mdash;"

"All right, all right, I'll do it!"

They stepped inside and Summer looked outside, doing a 360 to make sure they weren't being watched. When she confirmed this to herself, she closed the door and turned to Zachary, her face a mixture of emotions.

"It's hot in here. Mind if I take my shirt off?"

"I don't mind a bit."

Summer quickly removed her shirt, exposing her pink bra, though she kept her pants on. Zachary whistled briefly, so she rolled her eyes in annoyance before putting her hands on her hips.

"So, Brown, what's on your mind?"

"School. I just want to get home."

"Really? Me too!"

"I know," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "You'll be all right." Summer's belly was throbbing. Her body really was the best thing he'd ever felt, and his gut told him he'd never feel anything like it again.

When they left, Petersen saw Brown being assaulted by a bully named Malgus. She rescued him by punching Malgus in three sensitive places, leaving him on the floor crying. Brown was stunned and a huge wave of respect washed over him.

Summer looked around, breathing deeply. Zachary looked stunned. Too impressed for words, he began fondly patting her stomach, which was still showing under her pink bra.

"How can you be so comfortingly heavy, have such a sexy bloat and be so good at fighting?" he finally managed.

Infuriated, Petersen stormed off, leaving Brown confused.

Her initial uncertainty was proven valid, as Brown had already developed a crush on her. She was initially very mean to him.

Although Petersen was gaining weight since the end of the war, her arms were getting softer but not much thicker, her legs were becoming thicker and harder, and her stomach was distending and growing heavier by the day, the reasons for it was clear to her. She was not active and she seemed to crave sweets.

In January of 2014, she weighed 301 pounds and her BMI was 37.

March of 2014
In March of 2014, she weighed 308 pounds and her BMI was 38. At the beginning of the month, Petersen called Brown a slob after he opened his locker and tripped on a cascading pile of papers. She went to the Kidnapped play, wearing a pink see-through shirt with a lot of holes that ended halfway down her bulging belly at the navel. She had a plain black bra under it. Down below her bloated belly was a quilted dress and high heels. She arrived before Thompson did, unaware that Brown was staring at her. Thompson arrived and took Petersen's hand and they watched the play. A few days later, Petersen learned that Brown had been trying to get Thompson and student Grace Tyler together so he could date her, angering her and confirming Brown's romantic attraction to her.

In April of 2014, she weighed 320 pounds and her BMI was 40! At the end of the month, she weighed 322 pounds.

Eleventh grade
On June 2, the last day of school, she weighed 324 pounds and her BMI was 41. In July 2014, she weighed 330 pounds and her BMI was 42.

In December 2014, during English, Petersen was informed by Tyler that Brown was writing her a love poem, which earned him a dirty look from her and Thompson, who apparently were monitoring the other students whilst checking out a Vine on Petersen's phone. During lunch that same day, Brown accidentally spilled tomato soup all over Petersen, infuriating her, as Thompson claimed she had already been having a rough morning that the poem would have contributed to. He had been trying to take revenge on Grace Tyler.

In January of 2015, she weighed 301 pounds and her BMI was 47.

In March of 2015, she weighed 308 pounds and her BMI was 48.

In Summer 2015, Petersen, who had been working at a daycare for an undisclosed period of time, heard of an opening at work and informed Thompson, who she was aware was in need of a new occupation, via telephone. Petersen told him of the questions he would likely be asked in his forthcoming interview to prepare him for his meeting with the manager. Petersen also put in a good word for Thompson with the latter's boss.

A couple days later, Summer had to bring a home lunch. She packed two sandwiches, a family-sized bag of Cheetos, a can of pears, and a 16-ounce bottle of root beer. Steven sat with her while she ate, feeling her impossibly soft tummy vibrate as it ballooned out further and further, and to Summer, feeling this distended felt amazing.

In April of 2015, she weighed 320 pounds and her BMI was 50! At the end of the month, she weighed 324 pounds.

It was around this time that she became more civil towards Zachary Brown, who in turn became more civil to her.

On June 2, the last day of school, she weighed 328 pounds and her BMI was 51.

In July 2015, she weighed 334 pounds and her BMI was 52.

In August 2015, she weighed 338 pounds.

In November 2015, she weighed 340 pounds and her BMI was 53.

Twelfth grade
While continuing in her capacity as a peer tutor, Petersen returned to Tower Placement School to complete her final year of education. By this point, her sedentary lifestyle had reached an all-time high: she had quit PE altogether. She never walked to and from school, always being driven instead. She didn't always do her own shopping, instead having GTR-10 do it for her most of the time. Even when they traversed short distances outdoors, Steven would affectionately carry her. Whenever he did this, she would always tease him by squashing her bloated belly against the front of his torso.

Recruited
Summer Petersen was recruited in 2015 by Vincent Organa, who needed her and GTR-10 to rescue Helen McKeen from Zira's Palace.

“Let me come with you, baby.”

“You don't fit into the plan, moon pie, and this is classified.”

Summer and Steven were sitting around a table, drinking hot chocolate. Steven was bare-chested and Summer was wearing a silk shirt that left her belly exposed. Both of them were wearing matching jean shorts.

“Listen, I know you're looking forward to being part of this rescue, but this is the International Alliance we're talking about. The risk is too great.”

“You said the same thing about me coming to Tower Placement in 2013,” Summer replied calmly.

“You said I'd run two steps, swing my laser sword once, and be all out of breath. Touch my arm, Steven. After everything, I'm still flesh and blood and bone.”

“Yeah, and how much do you weigh now?”

“Exactly four hundred twelve pounds,” Summer said at once, popping a marshmallow into her mouth. “What's the use of stabilizing a government that is slowly but surely being torn apart from the inside, if our mission to save Helen and destroy You-Know-Who fails? She will decide that our treaty will no longer protect us. She will stop honoring it and destroy our organization and the Third School War will ensue...and we will lose.”

“Summer, we can't think like that. Someone will intervene. Someone will care enough. But I can't just stay here and do nothing.”

“Send a fleet to the Palace if Vincent permits it,” Summer said automatically.

“What?” Steven asked.

“If it's necessary...” Summer trailed off and sipped her drink, thinking she'd need a second helping soon. “Listen, Steven, I don't want you to feel left out. Never have, never will.” But she was already hoping he wasn't interested.

“Actually, I think that's a really good balance between both of our points of view,” Steven replied, scratching the back of his head. “I was forced to kill someone at Grandview Elementary. The real cause of Bailey's death was never revealed.”

“Are you serious?” asked Summer, stunned.

“I'm afraid so,” Steven admitted. “I was the first to realize something was wrong. Nothing happened near Bailey Bastian. Nothing good, at least. He was carrying cigarettes in his backpack, bottles of spray paint in the zipper pocket, I saw him open them four different times. And then, I saw absolute proof that Bailey was slowly but surely starting something.”

“What?” Summer asked with interest.

“I saw a car lurch backward and a kid wearing a hoody backing from it, and I realized the window was open. Someone was screaming in there, a man was chasing after it, and it smashed into a wall. Plenty of people came running, myself included, and we found an injured seven-year-old named Preston. I told them it was Bailey. They asked me for evidence, but I told them, I was like, 'I just know.' They looked at me all weird, and I knew I would need some evidence. But we're kind of getting off topic here.”

“No,” said Summer, stroking his scalp affectionately. “You have my attention. I want to hear more. Tell me the rest.”

“Oh, okay,” Steven replied. “Where was I?”

“You thought Bailey injured Preston on purpose?”

“Er...ah, yes. I started stalking him. I wanted an excuse to get him expelled. I wanted proof that he was the one who attacked Preston. And then another nasty incident occurred. But the kid scattered before I could grab his sleeve or anyone noticed the name written on the match.”

“What match, Steven?” Summer asked, pulling out a box of gummies. “You want some?”

“I'll take a small handful. Thanks, Summer.”

“Pleasure.”

“So anyway...” Steven popped a gummy bear into his mouth and chewed four times, savoring the taste. Summer was doing the same thing to five gummies wedged in her own mouth. “I don't know how, but the match exploded and fire began engulfing the house. I had no choice. I ran away before I could appear to be guilty. But I saw Bailey's face. His last name was on the match. I knew it was him.”

“Why did he burn down someone's house?” asked Summer, looking empathetic.

“I dunno, I think Penny, that's who lived there, offended him.”

“And Penny, did she...is she...does she live?”

“No. Penny's dead. But now Bailey knew I was looking for him. Two weeks later, I encountered him and he said I was, what did he say? dead meat. We were in a vacated apartment. I'd seen him go in there. I had no choice. I hated myself, but fighting was the only logical option. I parried his blow expertly with my elbow, and we began fighting. I don't know where he got his hands on one, but he sent tasers at my head in an attempt to subdue me, drive me back into the apartment, but I dodged out of the way expertly.”

“Can you do me a favor and stop using 'expertly' as an adverb at the end of every sentence?” Summer asked firmly.

“Yeah,” said Steven, taken aback. “I sent Jamie to wake everyone in the apartment, but not even Bailey's shouts and tasers hitting the house roused them.”

“Wait. Jamie was there?”

“A pretty similar situation to where we are now. I told her I didn't want her to come for her own safety, but she came anyway.”

“Hm. I like Jamie.”

“Me too, but anyway, I think she realized they were all dead, because Bailey was a murderer. My sister hurtled downstairs and joined the duel. I panicked, I thought she was screwed, but we made Bailey's job more difficult, but he was strong and cruel enough to match us. Jamie tossed me a bat she had found in a bedroom, since she already brought a toy rifle with her. 'Cuz that makes sense. Bailey had plenty of weapons on him, pretty soon our duel reached extraordinary proportions, Bailey laughed and promised us mercy as long as we got off his back.”

“Isn't that what he wanted to begin with?”

“Of course. We were driven back into the apartment, downstairs, walls cracked and windows broke, but somehow Tony found us. And then he raised his gun, but I think he decided it was useless. Bailey gloated and drove all three of us down the basement hallway, towards the place where he could hear someone crying, hiding behind a dresser. He finally managed to blast open their bedroom doors, where Tony stood ready to die for the one child Bailey couldn't find. Jamie recognized this kid. She cried out for him. She thought all was lost.” He stopped, something fuzzy flickered across his head, and for a moment, he was silent.

“A toddler and two small children against a psycho? I'd start crying too.”

“Summer?”

“Yes?”

“You are just as empathic as ever, Summer.”

“Thanks, Steven. What happened to you and Jamie and...Tony?”

“We...we won.”

“You did? How?”

“As if out of nowhere, Bruce, he was Tony's mentor back in the day, appeared on the windowsill. He realized something was wrong. He blasted apart a wall, causing several people to come running. I knew they would call the cops. Without thinking, what with Bailey being distracted and all, I whirled around...and stabbed Bailey in the heart.”

“What did you stab him with?”

“A broken shard of glass. We jumped out of the apartment before anyone came running.”

“Didn't you get caught?”

“Never.”

Summer gave him a skeptical, disbelieving look. “Really?”

“The police finally concluded that someone in the house used all the weapons lying about to massacre everyone in there, and proceeded to commit suicide. I'm guessing they found all the weapons in Bailey's arsenal and deduced that it was him.”

“Didn't anything come up in the news?”

“Oh yes. From what I remember, it said that Bailey's parents had no idea what he'd been doing. The little child who'd hidden from Bailey, I don't know how she survived, but somehow she did. Ashley. Her name was Ashley. Fortunately for us, no one believed her when she said two children and some twenty-year-old burst in and fought Bailey, who fired electricity at us. I just hope she's okay. Either way, we agreed never to discuss it.”

“We?”

“Tony, Jamie, and me.”

“Oh.” Summer pulled out four more marshmallows and began chewing them. When she finally swallowed, she said, “Just as you felt you needed to interfere with Bailey, I need to interfere with Zira. I can't explain it. It just feels like I can help alter the outcome. I'm trying to follow my gut, and it tells me I've been essential to a battle before.”

“Yes, I know, and I understand. But since you're in a place where you'll listen to me more than your parents, I felt like I had to try and talk you out of it.”

“You will be all right, won't you?”

“Absolutely.”

Confronting Dark Nova
GTR-10 served as Summer Petersen’s bodyguard when he was not helping with the search for Helen McKeen. In 2016, Summer attempted to negotiate with the criminal super-organization Dark Nova for their aid in determining who had placed a bounty on Vincent Organa, traveling to Nevada in her flying car with the Robot Commander. The latter offered to drive, and Summer asked him if he was sure he was programmed with the ability to fly vehicles. When GTR-10 claimed he could fly anything, Summer allowed him to drive and climbed into the passenger seat.

When they arrived, Summer complimented the robot on his piloting skills. In order to get past Imperial security, Summer Petersen took the identity of Xydarone by "borrowing" a costume from a clothing store. They were then confronted by a robotic bounty hunter called B-490, and Summer demonstrated what remained of her lightsaber prowess by defeating him. The Robot Commander disguised as the robot. From there the two became guests of Dark Nova’s leader, Prince Zaron. Zaron attempted to seduce Petersen, which made the already suspicious GTR-10 furious. Fortunately, GTR-10 was able to remove Summer from the influence of Zaron’s mind-affecting pheromones. Summer distracted Zaron long enough to allow GTR-10 to escape with the information that Zaron was the one behind the bounty on Vincent. Petersen, however, temporarily became Zaron's slave girl.

GTR-10 met up with Vincent, and together they formed a rescue party, along with Andrew Hendersen. They were able to break into Zaron’s palace through the sewers. There, they freed Petersen, but not before Zaron came in person and engaged Petersen. Petersen managed to taser the Prince, but not before her brother Joshua was fatally wounded by Zaron's knife. Despite the heartbreak she felt over losing her brother, Petersen escaped with the others in their cruiser and destroyed Zaron’s castle in the process.

Making plans
Upon discovering that Helen McKeen was being held captive in Zira’s Palace, Summer traveled duo with Vincent Organa to save her. They were confronted by Xydarone, who Summer was able to defeat. After entering the palace, she posed as the mercenary and entered into Zira’s throne room to find Xydarone’s room and go there. She played her role well, for Zira welcomed her with pride.

That night she freed Helen but Helen and Summer were caught by Zira. Helen was thrown into a cell, while Zira had better plans for her. To Summer’s discomfort, she hugged her. She was then forced into replacing Thomas as Zira’s favorite slave. The local tailor stripped her of her costume and put her slave costume on her.

The personalized servants' new clothes
Summer stripped privately, but Marina, without her knowledge, hid atop the stall by climbing on the ceiling so she could watch, drooling as the fat in Summer's naked body flowed. Considering Summer as the utmost sexiest individual in the Palace, she relished the idea of breaking in this young girl and humiliating her.

Summer felt herself all over, testing the feel of her only form of coverage. It felt rigid, uncomfortable, like her body was held in a tight cloth bag that served to restrain her and adorn her most intimate features with treasures. The bra only covered half of her medium-sized breasts. This left the tops of her breasts exposed, but thankfully, not her nipples.

When Summer returned upstairs with her gorgeous legs, soft arms, and defining bloated belly exposed, showing no shortage of cleavage, Marina felt her entire body tensing up, thinking she would orgasm here and now if they were any closer. Summer was cold and frightened, her nipples poked through the material of her turquoise top, being accentuated very well. Summer could see that Marina was loving the sight she saw her beautiful body trembling, her body fat flowing, her bare belly tense and contorting slowly and sensually expanding and tightening, making Marina lick her lips in anticipation, and also the characteristically unreadable look on her face, Marina was surprised she was still standing up, her legs were trembling as mental images of Summer's belly laying on top of her and her licking Summer's face and kissing her swam through her head.

Zira relished Summer's appearance in the top, but she was then taken back to the stalls to change into a dress. As if out of nowhere, Marina unexpectedly appeared. She grabbed her arm and kissed her on the lips, disgusting the veteran.

Unfortunately for Summer, this was only the beginning of her ways to humiliate and disgust her. Marina took to threatening Summer and jeering when she privately changed for a third time, back into her sexy top, mockingly calling her “your Majesty”, an idea she got from the Else. Marina kept telling Summer that she was only to be used by others in the Palace, feeling especially provoked to talk to her when her bloated yet beautiful belly was exposed. Still, she was not allowed to put Summer in any physical pain, her being the first personalized servant ever to be relieved of this.

During this time she was forced to wear the sexy top and endure the humiliation of being a captive of the Empress. She was kept beside Zira on her large throne. Several slaves warmed up to her company.

First morning
She was surprised to see the amount of food given to her. “A beautiful woman like you should deserve food to maintain your figure,” Zira claimed, smiling with lust at her, her hand moving closer towards the semi-viral star.

“Well... I guess.” Summer hardly denied the food as her corpulent stomach answered for her. Reaching for the plate, she took the first one in her mouth and chewed it, there was a large banquet just for her. In the meantime, Zira took a bowl of chocolate cereal with whipped cream, chocolate chips, and gumdrops. It took Summer a moment to realize this was her second bowl and she had eaten the first one right before she awoke. What she didn’t see was Zira’s hand slowly crawling up her leg to tease her while the Empress ate at the same time, as she was extremely perceptive, but as she tried to move her legs away it would still do nothing in her situation as she remained beside Zira. As she continued filling her bloated belly, Zira’s hands still moved towards her and this time stroked her flowing, protruding stomach, making the woman blush of the way she stroked her skin. When the musicians finished their songs, Zira and her guests applauded.

First evening
During their time in the court room Summer and Annabeth got really close to each other, closer than she was with anyone at the time, even Jeremy. Her hopes grew even more when she found out that Summer was a member of the Armies of Organa. Intrigued, and wondering if she could help her, Annabeth thought she could get Summer on her good side. She wanted to spend some alone time with her, and this was the only way to do so. “Exalted one, may I take the position of this girl’s guardian for the night?” she asked, giving Summer a look of comfort and lowering her eyelids seductively. “I can provide her with....reconditioning tonight.” Zira considered this for a long moment. Summer saw Annabeth’s arms and hips trembling, thinking she knew what the Dark Lord’s best lieutenant really wanted. She shuddered at the thought of having sex with a woman, the notion being entirely foreign to her, but the compassionate look in Annabeth’s eyes relaxed her slightly.

“Very well, Ms. Black,” she said, motioning to one of her servants, who was totally nude but for his collar and an elaborate feathered headdress. “I know you can be trusted with my beautiful woman. But first, make her naked for us.” The girl knelt to Summer as the veteran shuddered at the thought of being stripped publicly again, causing some of the males in the audience to whistle at the sight of a naked girl bending over. “Show our court what awaits our veteran until you set her right. Would you like a chain for her?” Summer hated being mentioned as though she were unhinged, much less by Zira, but she took it in her stride.

“Oh, thank you, but there’s no need for that,” Annabeth said with a giggle. She grabbed the veteran’s arm, stroking it lovingly. “I don’t think she’ll answer well to my methods of reconditioning if she’s chained and held back. Besides, she’ll be so much lovelier thist way, Miss Petersen especially.” She kissed Summer’s shoulder, making the veteran squirm and tense up with nervousness. “Impossibly chubby and sweet, she is an angel among mortals, as beautiful and knowledgeable as the Sagesse race themselves.”

Everyone cheered and clapped as Summer blushed at the compliment, having never been courted by a female before, at least not sincerely. Annabeth kissed her again, kissing her arms and breasts before kissing her lips, making her quiver in fear both from the threat of exposure and the alien sensation of kissing another woman. “Don’t worry, your highness.” she whispered. “I’m only going to take off your clothes. If I don’t Zira will probably punish you.” Summer looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting around the court at the males and females who were obviously looking forward to another display of nudity from her.

Wanting to make this as quick as Summer wanted it to be, Annabeth quickly undid the straps to her top. Summer looked as the top fell, blushing hotly and quickly covering her exposed breasts with her hands.

The court all laughed when they noticed how embarrassed she was. “Ha! Look at the slut! She’s shy!” yelled a male courtier, pointing to Summer as the half-naked veteran hid her breasts and cowered in shame. “No wonder she’ll fuck with Zira, she gives her armor fit for a slut!” Annabeth kissed Summer’s ears, pressing her lips against her lobes as she felt the teenager shiver with shame. “Sssh, just ignore them,” she whispered as Summer moved to try and cover herself, being met with Annabeth’s gentle hands on her own. “Don’t be ashamed, I’ll protect you,” she whispered, kissing Summer and pressing her own clothed body against hers.

Annabeth headed towards the exit, picking up Summer’s costume and motioning to Summer by wagging her finger in a sexy “Follow me” gesture. Summer quickly walked away, her bare body shining from the oils that had been applied to it earlier. Annabeth pulled her up next to her, linking arms with the naked veteran. She noticed Summer’s fearful expression as the men around her made crude gestures and exposed their genitals to the veteran. “Don’t be afraid,” Annabeth whispered, holding Summer close to her in a protective embrace. “As long as I am your instructor and guardian, you will be safe from them.” She took the veteran’s hand again and walked out of the throne room with her. Annabeth did not get any farther than the exit when one of the Nortoran guards stopped her.

“You must turn back, Ms. Black,” he said. “The Exalted One’s most treasured item is not to leave the court.” Summer seethed, hating being referred to as a piece of property as opposed to a living woman. “I am a flesh and blood woman, not some treasure to be owned,” she growled. “I’m not going to be referred to as an object. Not by you or anyone.” She stood, naked yet strong and defiant, clenching her fists until Annabeth placed her hand on Summer’s, lowering them to her waist. “Pat, do not halt the movement of Ms. Black,” Zira rumbled. “She has my full permission to take Summer Petersen and recondition her to my liking.”

“Apologies, highness,” said Pat, moving aside as his eyes followed Annabeth’s graceful, half-naked form and Summer’s chubby, fully nude one into the hallway. “I expect the veteran to share the details of her improvement when she returns,” said Zira knowingly.

The morning after
The next morning, Summer woke up feeling absolutely divine. It felt so comfortable to be naked in the privacy of the room, with only another member of her own sex to see her nudity. Even better, a beautiful, compassionate woman with whom she had just made love. She stretched and moaned, feeling the tingle in her skin of post-sex afterglow. “Sleep well, my Valkyrie?” asked Annabeth, snuggling up to Summer and kissing her closed eyelids. Summer rolled over and hugged her close with her right arm, enjoying the feel of the girl’s smooth, naked flesh. Her left arm was caressing Annabeth’s soft belly. She kissed Annabeth’s nose and sighed in contentment. “Yes, very well indeed....” Summer said in one breath, slowly sitting upright as Annabeth held her tightly. She felt so calm and loose, every muscle in her body relaxed and unstrung as she was held in her arms. “....I can’t thank you enough for all this.” “Don’t be scared, just do what you have to do and I’ll be right here for you.” Annabeth said as she held Summer’s hand in her own. Summer looked at herself in the mirror for a moment as she was taken by the hand and led out into the throne room.

Summer Petersen's lie
“Your excellency?” Annabeth called as Zira stared at them, the crowd noticeably smaller than it was the other day. “I come bearing your servant, reconditioned, unharmed, and ready for her return to your throne.” Summer shivered but walked towards the throne, feeling more confident than before. “Good....” Zira moaned as she took a gulp of her melted chocolate.

“Now veteran, tell us all of your tryst last night. And do not leave out any details.” Zira said with a smirk.

Summer shuddered but relaxed as Annabeth squeezed her hand. “Yes....my master.” She said, clearing her throat as Annabeth stood next to her to comfort her. In absolute defiance to her orders, however, she bent the truth in her lovely voice, minimizing the extent of sex as the piercing in the center of her heavy, kissable tummy shimmered in the dim light. Annabeth held her hand and squeezed gently, earning a squeeze from Summer in return. Summer said that when they went in Annabeth’s bunker, she helped her bathe and they decided to sleep nude, during which time Annabeth kept denying the idea of having sex with a lovely girl and making her unmet desires sound like a lovely sexual feast. She said that Annabeth had no sense of attraction to her, she was definitely straight, but the times she touched her to "fix" her for Zira turned her on and kickstarted her unhealthy lust for Annabeth Black. There truly was no privacy in this palace, not even for something as beautiful as consensual sex with a willing woman.

The crowd groaned anti-climatically as Summer’s description came to an end, the veteran’s face turning dark red from her speech. She relaxed slightly as Annabeth hugged her from behind. “What a curious night you must have had, my pet,” Zira said, firmly, with bemusement, as she gulped down some Pepsi. “Now crawl to your lady and master, and decorate my throne once more.”

Summer looked at Annabeth, an expression of fear in her eyes. “Be strong, my lovely girl,” Annabeth whispered, kissing her once more before she left, their hands trailing each other with their fingers as they parted.

As if out of nowhere, a thought exploded across Summer’s head: you’re an amazing liar, that takes a great deal of subtlely and intellect to accomplish&hellip; Bewildered, Summer realized Annabeth was psychic, something she’d been hiding this whole time and that had made pleasing her even easier for Annabeth.

Summer was tugged to the throne as Annabeth watched from the crowd, giving Summer a sense of comfort that she had at least one of her friends nearby. The half-naked veteran crawled onto the throne, sitting down besides her bloated owner. “So, the veteran also enjoys the sexual company of women,” Zira said, forcing Summer to lean against her. “How it must feel to be rebuked.” The crowd laughed as Summer struggled against Zira’s disgusting touch. “Has the servant of Mr. Stupid NoHead helped the lovely Summer Petersen realize only one person will touch her?”

She bought it, Summer thought, knowing Annabeth could hear her.

''Yes indeed. There’s no one quite like you.''

Summer struggled as Zira stroked her chin. Jim pressed his hand against Summer’s buttocks and pushed, pointing a metallic claw at her protruding belly. “Then perhaps she will enjoy this, exalted one.” All at once, Zira hugged Summer, pressing her into Zira’s touch and molesting her covered breasts and crotch, shoving her against the Empress. Annabeth watched Summer from the crowd, silently telling Summer not to be ashamed. Summer obeyed as Zira pressed her head into her gargantuan belly. Justin Bellamy turned away, ashamed of the situation.

“The veteran of Organa will now demonstrate lesbian sex, as she wanted so desperately from the lovely Annabeth Black,” Zira announced in a loud voice. Summer squirmed, but submitted, grateful like she was once before that it was a woman making love to her now. Still, she didn’t like being touched against her will and in public. This was still rape, and Summer felt humiliated at enjoying it. She gasped as Zira immediately started plunging deeper into her body with her fingers, fisting her vagina and groping her anus. Summer shivered as she was pushed into a kneeling position, penetrated by a woman’s fist and fingers. Summer had a moment to realize Zira’s sexual relationship with her had just begun officially.

She grasped Zira’s blonde hair, stroking it as Annabeth smiled in approval. While Zira was energized from a big bowl of chocolate cereal and a monstrous amount of melted chocolate and Pepsi, Summer was still weakened from last night’s multiple orgasms and could not resist as the Empress continued stimulating her body. This was not the loving, sensual sex Annabeth had given her without Zira’s knowledge. This was fast, rough, and meant to arouse males, a mockery of what being a lesbian meant. The crowd cheered as Summer threw her head back as she had five more orgasms from the heavy woman’s stimulation of her intimate parts, and was then dumped unceremoniously onto the cold ground. She gasped in pleasure as her juices flowed freely, Zira licking her juices off of her hand.

Jim Newman picked up the naked, exhausted Summer as a girl carried her costume away. At that same moment, a girl wrapped a black band around her waist, squeezing her waist and putting emphasis on her stomach as it jutted out even further (if that's possible). “Bring that back!” Summer gasped as her juices flowed down her inner thighs. Jim wrapped an exotic red cloth around her breasts and the top half of her back whilst setting her down on her shaky legs, forcing her to move her hands away from her breasts to stabilize herself. “No, my pet. You shall remain wearing these impossibly sensual garments for the rest of today until midnight, as your ancestors wore in their primeval days,” Zira rumbled as Jim shoved her to Zira’s throne. “If only you could wear this for all eternity. Oh well. We shall definitely enjoy every moment of it....”

The veteran's humiliation
Summer was horrified to realize what Zira was implying. Her fixation with her beautiful, stretched, heavy and sedentary stomach rivaled the rest of her body and Zira wanted her to wear clothes that showcased it but otherwise left her naked. These aggravating thoughts tore away when Zira began licking Summer’s nude body, from her thighs all the way up to her beautiful face. The veteran was too exhausted to resist, and instead tried to remember the pleasure she had received at Annabeth’s hands. She stood there as Zira continued to molest her and lick her, touching her where no adult should touch without consent. “Now my pet, dance for us.” Summer was feeling exhausted, but had no choice but to obey. “Yes, mistress Zira,” she said, standing up after nearly tripping on one of the pillows. Summer cleverly danced with her back turned for the most part, so that she wouldn't get her mistress aroused by the sight of her jiggling belly.

“That’s enough,” said Zira calmly. “With a body like that, you’re going to need this to recuperate.” She was holding a huge gummy cube, which Summer took gratefully, breathing heavily. As soon as she was finished eating, Zira grabbed her hair and tugged the exposed veteran to her throne, forcing her to run on her bare feet through the court into her tender arms as she covered herself with her own arms. Having seen the whole thing and being by it goaded beyond endurance, Jay Organa moved to intervene, but Summer shot him a look that said “Don’t, I’m fine.”

“Aah, my beautiful pet. You look so lovely wearing nothing but your midriff garments,” Zira said in a low, sultry tone of voice as she took a gulp of melted chocolate. She airily directed the hose towards Summer, forcing Summer to cough and hold up her hands to protect her face from being splattered. As soon as her arms were moved from her body, Zira started molesting her bare stomach with her sterilized hands. Nerved, Summer grabbed a chocolate bar and began eating quickly.

“In fact, you look so lovely, you shall join me on my trip to Arion wearing nothing but your garments, of course.” Summer shivered at the thought of being naked in public again. “You will be given your dress at 24:00 hours tonight. Now, won’t you thank me for even considering to cover your lovely midriff again?” Summer blinked through watery eyes, looking at Zira as Annabeth walked closer and patted her shoulder while Zira looked on. “Thank you....your Majesty,” she said as she pondered wearing her midriff garments for an entire day in public. The utter lack of privacy this entailed made her shudder.

“May I stay with this woman for a time? She’s taught me so much.”

“You may remain in Miss Black’s company until the time comes for her to dance again,” Zira said as she inhaled more chocolate. “That will give the two of you about five minutes. She’s made you so much more easy to crave already.” Summer held Annabeth as the evil woman held her close, kissing her and cooing at her. There were no words, the two women needed none. They held each other as the barely covered veteran was cuddled by the woman wearing the crop top, comforting her and kissing her.

The five minutes went by fast as Summer and Annabeth parted again, with Summer standing in her garments before the crowd, refusing to display any humiliation or despair despite her feelings. Annabeth watched her as the veteran stood proud. ''Thanks for lying for me. I could have gotten in big trouble.''

Yeah, no problem, Summer replied, startled. I can’t wait to see you again someday. Annabeth was proud of the girl for being so strong, and wished she would escape soon. As the dance came to an end, Annabeth cheered louder than any other being in the crowd, clapping to let Summer know she truly appreciated her as a woman with exceptional strength of character, chastity, and determination.

Summer walked back to the hardened plastic of Zira’s throne, bravely refusing to cover her big belly as Zira had expected her to. The crowd had almost completely dissipated, leaving the throne room all but deserted except for a few guards, Jim Newman, and some personalized servants. Jim pushed Summer against Zira's Shield and then the Empress herself. “Now veteran, thank me properly for allowing you to be with the girl of your dreams.” she said, staring into Summer’s eyes. “But not with words, use your mouth properly.” Summer shuddered when she realized exactly what she meant. Jim Newman grinned lecherously as Summer crouched on her knees and watched Taylor Carter undo Zira’s straps as Zira placed a hand on her breast.

Summer opened her mouth and allowed Zira to pull her beautiful lips to her nipples, making her wince. Summer’s lips quivered around Zira’s hardening genital. “Very good, veteran,” Zira said, closing her eyes as she grabbed her head and pulled her closer, forcing her lip over more of her broad, shapely breast. Summer thought hard of Annabeth and Steven, remembering the two beings who loved her the most. The thought gave her strength as Annabeth smiled at her from the crowd, proud of the General for her strength as Zira put her hand on Summer’s head and leaned back, so Summer, caught off balance, fell into her smooth flesh.

Summer was then released, falling on all fours. “Now vagina, you may only crawl for the rest of today,” said a topless Zira as Summer coughed and gagged, tasting the semen of a man she had forced to penetrate her last night while she was making love with Annabeth. “Do not stand up or walk on two feet.” Summer hated being referred to as a piece of reproductive biology, seeing as some men thought that was all women are. She crawled towards her, wincing, crawling virtually nude onto the throne. “Very good, vagina.” Zira said, licking Summer as she pulled her into her flesh.

Summer glared at her as she lay on her body, completely naked. She longed for her clothes, but remembered Annabeth Black. She remembered her gentle touch, her compassionate personality, her beautiful eyes. Maybe she would even tell Steven about her someday, if she ever saw him again. He had met her once before, and even he thought she was good-looking, and seemed to crave kissing her then and there, but nothing could have made him expect the surprisingly kind and levelheaded hottie from the Police Station would fuck his future girlfriend. Throughout the day until the crowd dissipated, she searched the court for Annabeth, letting every glance between the two of them become a silent communication between two partners. Summer was humiliated to be nude in public, especially touching Zira. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in Steven’s embrace as Zira pressed her body into her skin, licking her face as her hand stroked her gut.

Summer shuddered, willing herself to be strong. Although she was virtually naked and being used for a gay tyrant’s pleasure, she would not break. She would be strong, and somehow, she knew she would see Steven again. The naked veteran breathed slowly as Zira molested her vulva and buttocks, willing herself into a state of calm. Annabeth gazed into her eyes as Summer's humiliation continued. “Stay strong, Summer," she whispered, a warmth growing in her breast and spreading throughout her body. Annabeth blew Summer a kiss, making certain that the humiliated young woman saw her while she was being violated by Zira yet no one else did.

Summer squirmed, but submitted, grateful like she was once before that it was a woman making love to her now. Still, she didn’t like being touched against her will and in public. This was still rape, and Summer felt humiliated at enjoying it. She gasped as Zira immediately started plunging deeper into her body with her fingers, fisting her vagina and groping her anus. Summer shivered as she was pushed into a kneeling position, penetrated by a woman’s fist and fingers. Summer had a moment to realize Zira’s sexual relationship with her had just begun officially.

She grasped Zira’s blonde hair, stroking it as Annabeth smiled in approval. While Zira was energized from a big bowl of chocolate cereal and a monstrous amount of melted chocolate and Pepsi, Summer was still weakened from last night’s multiple orgasms and could not resist as the Empress continued stimulating her body. This was not the loving, sensual sex Annabeth had given her without Zira’s knowledge. This was fast, rough, and meant to arouse males, a mockery of what being a lesbian meant. The crowd cheered as Summer threw her head back as she had five more orgasms from the heavy woman’s stimulation of her intimate parts, and was then dumped unceremoniously onto the cold ground. She gasped in pleasure as her juices flowed freely, Zira licking her juices off of her hand.

Zira continued molesting Summer as she squirmed in her embrace, her vast, continually shifting gut rubbing sensually into various parts of her flesh. Summer screwed her eyes shut and felt herself have an orgasm in public as Zira groped her still-sensitive vagina. “My my, I barely had to do anything to pleasure you, my friend,” Zira said, mockingly kissing Summer’s face as his fingers continued stoking her vulva. “Has Annabeth's body rendered you so horny that you have developed an appetite?” Summer squirmed as her orgasm weakened her legs, making her fall to the ground and pull off of Zira’s cute skin. Zira pulled her chains and tugged her back to her belly, making her moan. “Now tell me how much you enjoyed that, vagina.”

“I hated it, and I hate you,” Summer said, glaring at her. “Stop calling me by my sex organs, or I will—“ Zira placed her lips firmly into Summer’s nose, and when she pulled away, Summer was left gasping for breath, trying to rub her nose but being unable to reach. “There'll be no threats from you, vagina,” she said as Summer pulled away, crawling to her spot next to her goblets and sitting half naked on the throne. She felt exhausted and leaned back against her soft belly, glancing longingly at the transparisteel case containing her turquoise top, wondering if she would ever wear clothes again.

“Now now, my friend," Zira said as she stroked her chin. “I said you would have your clothing back at midnight today and I meant it.” She pulled a King-sized chocolate bar from the goblet, eating the whole thing in three bites as she pulled Summer closer to her unblemished flesh. Zira enjoyed the look of desperation that came over her pet’s face.

Summer's punishment
“Please, mistress....” Summer begged, turning towards Zira and kneeling before her. “....may I have my clothing back tonight?”

Zira smiled, stroking her naked servant’s face as Summer assumed an innocent look of pity on her face. “No, you may not,” she rumbled, putting her hand on the back of her head. “Not until tonight. And remember, we are going out today to take care of some business.” Summer’s heart sank as her collar was tugged again, falling back onto Zira's impossibly bloated flesh.

“My friends will enjoy how I have a powerful woman and how she will govern them in the future." Zira licked Summer's face, making the veteran moan in disgust as she groped her body. “Of course, I will bring your outfit with me, to show them you are merely being punished. It would reflect badly upon me if you were to appear half naked with no explanation, they would assume I can’t afford clothing for you or do not respect you enough.” Two shirtless servants wearing colorful jean shorts came forward with something large and made of gold-coated metal, which appeared far too heavy for them to lift on their own.

Summer did not like the look of it. “An Empress deserves a throne, does she not?” Zira asked with a chuckle as the girls unfolded a golden throne studded with precious gems and covered in artistic designs resembling naked women in various submissive poses, with cuffs built to hold the hips, ankles, arms, wrists and belly in place. They placed it on the ground, using pneumatic drills to attach it to the ground. Summer tried to run, but she was grabbed by two guards who dragged her backwards onto the throne, trying once to slam her onto it. As if out of nowhere, the throne exploded, crumpling into a thousand tiny pieces, shards of gold littering the ground and fragments of what were a moment ago manacles bouncing against Summer’s leg. Several dildos were lying next to her.

“What was that?” Zira asked. Her golden hair was sweaty, her enormous gut was heaving, she looked furious.

“I don’t know!” Jim shouted defensively. “I really don’t!”

Summer turned her head to and fro quizzically, but then a voice in her head said two words: You’re welcome.

Summer was dumbfounded to hear Annabeth’s tender voice again. You blew the throne up with the Darkness?!

Absolutely.

“I had the finishing touch right here,” Zira griped, perversely fingering a box with Summer’s name on it in gold lettering. Summer’s head was pushed back as Jim menaced her from in his little air vehicle.

At one point, Zira also forced Summer to give her a dance on her throne. Summer cleverly danced with her back turned for the most part, so that she wouldn't get her mistress aroused by the sight of her jiggling belly, that she wouldn't draw her towards her to do sexual acts upon her.

Second evening
When the throne room was finally silent and everybody was sleeping, Zira gave the necklace a hard tug. Summer stood up, facing her, ready and unwilling to do whatever task she demanded. The Empress’ eyes twinkled as she chuckled. “First a private order, my slave…give my back a massage. I’m sure you’ve learned a lot more than dancing from your life in Provo." The veteran nodded curtly and walked behind the Empress. She hesitated before touching her soft, bloated flesh. "Go on, my pet." Zira said impatiently.

Summer felt humiliated at the implications of her words. She reached out with both hands until she felt the slick flesh of her back. She winced at the feeling, but began to move her fingers, kneading the tender muscles beneath the clean skin. The Empress grunted in contentment, loving how good her smooth hands felt against her. Her steely demeanor had not left, but she massaged her to the best of her ability for the sake of her friends, feeling the creases and squishy folds as she squeezed them. Finally, the Empress spoke up. “You seem so tense, my dear…why is that?"

Summer’s hands kept roving along Zira’s back, her disgust rising as sweat coated her hands. “I…” she began, “I think you would try to bed me. Despite me being...female.”

Zira burst out laughing, nearly throwing her off balance. “Is that what you think?" she motioned for her to come face her and placed her hands on Summer's hips "The purpose of your current duty is to help you feel more comfortable around me…I will hold onto you for years to come.” She chortled again. “Likely forever.” Despite herself, Summer felt a chill down her spine. “Very soon, precious, I will take you. When Helen and her robot aren’t around to distract you anymore, I’ll take you into my chamber and make you scream with pleasure. But I assure you…” she breathed heavily, stroking Summer's exposed hips as she did so. “....you will appreciate it.” Summer was stunned at this statement as she played her hands on her chest. “How?! What makes you think I would ever enjoy....eloping....with you??"

Zira didn’t even care she spoke without permission. “I’ve taken many girls over my long life, veteran. Always so disobedient, so weepy, so weak. But they always come around. They laugh for me, they weep for me. Every look they give me is one of love, and they credit every breath of their life to me. Their fate will be yours. Very soon, veteran, you will worship me.” Summer gagged, almost throwing up at this though, of worshipping the Empress like a god. “And why not embrace me?" The Empress pulled a large chocolate bar from her goblet and shoved it into her mouth. “All those years running from the Girl-Team," she said when she was done chewing. "All that living with so much pain. Never knowing whether you’ll live to see the next day. You will never have to endure that again when you’re mine for good. You’ll be safe, pampered, fed, and lively. Your one and only concern will be my pleasure and eventually, the greater good in politics.”

Summer scowled, taking her hands from Zira’s chest. “So, that’s it, then? All those years toiling and sweating for the sake of the Boy-Team and my imminent career, squandered just so I end up as some…some…slut?!”

Zira pulled her close to her. “No,” her stomach was still distending from her heaving breaths. “You will not be ‘some slut', my lovely, you will be my jewel, and the finest I will ever have.” She held her close. “I remember the day,” her eyes glazed over, “I first saw you.”

Zira kissed Summer's neck, making her wince as she groped her breasts through her bra. "I tracked you for years, but I never thought this day would come.” She reached up, stroking Summer's collar as her free hand reached and massaged her thick folds of belly fat, making the exposed veteran wriggle in disgust at the unwanted touching. “I never imagined I would get you for nothing.” Summer jerked her head away from Zira, avoiding her tender fingers. "You only have me for now, but I promise, you will regret trying to make me your successor." She growled, just as Zira tugged on her chain again. "You will never treat another woman the way you have treated me, I swear it."

The Empress pulled her closer, pressing fair, tender skin into fair, tender skin as she pressed her lips onto hers then slowly moved her head back a bit. "It is time to sleep, my lovely lady," Zira said, pulling her shirt fabric until she was directly in front of her. "You must be exhausted from today. Come closer to your lady and lover." Summer reluctantly lay down in front of the sexy Empress. The bare flesh of her back lay pressed against her gargantuan belly as she leaned back into a submissive position. She hated this, but had no choice. Summer was exhausted, there was no doubt about that. She looked down. To her shock, a green, soft bed with two blankets lay directly in front of the throne. Climbing down, she slowly nestled herself inside, pulling the blankets over her head and closing her beautiful sapphire-colored eyes, resting her body against the surface and resting as best she could. Soon, her mind started to relax and she was asleep, finally calm as she regained her energy for a good night's sleep.

Vincent Organa negotiates with Zira Grover
As Summer lay in bed, she realized just how much she hated being half-naked in public, but now, she was too tired to resist and not even very aware of it, at least not consciously. Zira then moved her hand down to her shoulder and began to stroke her bare arm and the soft hair on her head. Too exhausted to resist while in her state of REM sleep, Summer subconsciously tried to ignore Zira to no avail.

Summer let herself fall into a deep meditative trance, but did not fully sleep -- a technique Steven had taught her. She had been overwhelmed by the Empress' initial debasement of her body, but she had to focus on the situation at hand: how to escape. Vincent would be coming soon, and she needed to be helpful, lest all they had worked so hard to achieve would be lost to this vile lady.

During her meditation, she focused on her body. She felt all the little nuances of her feminine anatomy, feeling her vagina tighten at the thought of Steven being with her again, feeling her intact hymen, remembering that her next menstrual period was in two days and praying she would be allowed some kind of sanitary care items for it, although she soon convinced herself Zira would prefer a show of humiliation for her before she allowed her to be clean.

However, during this time Zira continued to stroke Summer's hair and shoulders, enjoying the veteran's exposed midsection. As she began to gently rub her tummy, Zira drooled at the thought of what pleasures her body would soon be bringing her. As these thoughts filled her brain, Zira's leg thrashed slightly though it was impeded by the pillows along her throne. Zira's hand then slid from her gorgeous stomach to her shoulders.

Summer groaned and moved upwards. Zira couldn't wait until morning when the veteran's mood would once again be fiery and obstinate. She greatly enjoyed violating a defiant woman. Withdrawing her hand, Zira allowed sleep to take her as well. Even asleep, however, the Empress' complex brain continued to work out political plans and schemes, as well as plans for the veteran.

In the late hours of the morning, around 3:50 am, Summer felt the sensation of Zira's smooth hand wriggling against her bare thighs. She tried to move away, but found it difficult because she was tangled in her blanket and had little energy to untangle herself, and so she groaned as the tender hand wrapped around her hip. It began to stroke her bloated midriff, much to her irritation, but then, it seemed to slide back and forth. Summer was grateful for this, but it remained wrapped around her midriff...and to her disgust, the tip of Zira's index finger now began to point towards her bellybutton and its pretty silver piercing. Feeling queasy, Summer tried not to think about how Zira may have explored her exposed body during the night. Sammy Salaraga looked on in anticipation, knowing what would come next when the Empress woke up. Summer tried not to think why the vile court jester looked so excited.

When she did wake, Zira let Summer drink root beer and play Tetris. Summer was chill with this. As if out of nowhere, she felt the Empress briefly grappling for her necklace. Finally, she got a firm hold on it, making Summer cry out, and pulled her against her lovely belly.

“All right, Summer, who else is coming? Who did you send for?”

“I don't know what you're on about,” Summer replied airily, her head plastered to Zira's bare stomach.

Summer saw Jim Newman swerving over to her position, cackling. Two muscular arms grabbed her soft ones and forced her to the ground, and she rolled onto her back. Jim pulled out a sharp needle, making Summer wince, terrified.

“Who's coming to save you?” Jim demanded, angling the tip of the needle towards Summer's neck. She couldn't resist him, the same man who had pulled her to the floor was restraining her against Zira's legs. “Be warned, the Almighty One's patience is short! Answer me!”

Summer willed herself not to speak. But now the needle was pricking the side of her beautiful neck, and she felt droplets of her own blood oozing out and to her shoulder. Summer moaned as Jim repeated, “Answer me! Who?” and a thin stream of blood began flowing onto her shoulder straps.

“Your Greatness! Tell your cripple to take his claws off Summer!”

Summer looked up, utterly stunned.

Vincent Organa had arrived, and he wasn't alone. Eight guards—dead or unconscious?—lay before him.

To Summer's utter relief, she saw Jim retract his needle from her throat and retract about twelve different metallic devices, spinning them before Vincent, who took a step backward. Summer put her hand on her neck to staunch the flow of blood.

But her pupils had barely darted to her injury when Jim crashed into a wall, a sound rough enough to arouse several of the Empress' so-called nobles, making them wonder what was going on. Summer sat upright at once. Zira shifted her weight slightly.

Vincent was dressed in his Jedi robes and Summer couldn’t see his face at first. When he finally stopped in front of Zira’s throne Summer looked downward at first. But she quickly recovered her poise, making eye contact with Vincent and assuring him that she remained strong and determined despite her slavery.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Vincent snapped, “driving a needle into that poor, lovely angel.”

Summer grinned at the praise. In the time since the Second School War, Summer had felt an increasing connection to Vincent Organa through the Force. This connection was never attributed to herself, fully owing to Vincent’s burgeoning powers as a Jedi. But upon hearing his voice she immediately made a mental link with him, expressing her pain and humiliation wordlessly and receiving immediate sympathy from him. But she knew that he would have to focus all his attention on Zira. Still, she resolved herself to maintain kept a sliver of her mind open to Vincent in case he would need her help.



“Fool,” Zira snarled, and for a moment, they both stared at each other with intense hatred in their eyes, like two sevlows ready to pounce.

Vincent took another step forward.

“You will sign our agreement just as soon—” he began.

Zira cut him off.

“Jedi mind tricks cannot affect me,” she said. She tugged on Summer’s hair, as if she meant to drive the crushing point home. “Shielders cannot be unaffected by your thought pattern.” Then, as an afterthought, she added, “When it actually meant something to be a Jedi, I was killing off your race.” Indeed, it seemed that with her superior intelligence, she was easily able to divide her attention between the war veteran and the Jedi Knight. Summer looked at Vincent, smirking and beseeching him to cease trying to bargain with the Empress and just attack her. Vincent returned her glance and extending a calming touch to her through the Force.



Vincent took another threatening step closer to Zira’s throne, as Zira’s guards, including Taylor Carter, encircled him. “Nevertheless, I am talking Helen, and the others. It is your choice if you seek benefit or death from this. But I warn you not to underestimate me.”

Zira snorted at Vincent’s arrogance. Zira hated the Jedi Order, as they had opposed the activities of her empire back in the day. But Vincent’s cockiness and calm was a personal affront to her power, and must be especially punished. Since the Empire had been formed, there had been no Jedi. Now one last Knight had appeared in her midst to challenge her. Zira noticed with satisfaction that Vincent was standing right above her suction field, and drooled as she anticipated sending the young Jedi to his demise. Yes, she would be the one to kill the last of the Jedi. Summer too noticed that Vincent was standing over the suction field, having seen Zira use it before to dispose of Thomas Carter. She attempted to warn Vincent of his dangerous position, but could only get a few words out before Zira angrily placed her hand over her mouth and silenced the teenager.



“There will be no bargain, young Jedi,” Zira resumed speaking. This time she did not tug but rather yanked roughly on Summer’s necklace, unquestionably demonstrating her unquestionable possession of her. Her blue eyes glared at the Jedi as she continued to speak. “Only the pleasure of seeing your death.” Zira then burst into a fit of laughter and readied herself to send the Jedi to the arena above.

The guards silently retrieved their spears, but the next thing Summer knew, Vincent reached out with the Force and a blast of green energy enveloped the room. When it cleared, Vincent stood next to the guards, who were lying on the ground. Were they dead?

Summer heard Zira snorting and looked behind her. She turned back around and saw Vincent's familiarly murderous expression. Summer immediately ducked, trying to give Vincent an open shot at the Empress.

But the Guard Taylor grabbed Vincent’s hand, raising it before he could fire.

Zira slammed her fist on the armrest control that opened the suction tower to the Death Pit. As Vincent ascended he fired, but the shot harmlessly hit the ceiling above Zira’s head. Taylor barely kept his balance as he let go of the Jedi, and avoided following him down into the pit, as Zira laughed evilly and Summer looked on in horror.

The fight with the Beast
As Summer saw Vincent fall through the upstairs hatch, she felt beginning to lurch towards the suction pit herself. As Summer gazed at the screen that had just unfurled, she felt the presence of her necklace as Zira tugged her back.

Suddenly Jay was beside her, shooting her a surreptitious, assuring glance. She sighed deeply to restore her spirits as the throne began to move forward electronically with her sexy bloated body on it while everyone scrambled into the arena.



Zira, for her part, was intoxicated by the power she had just demonstrated to her captive veteran. As the throne moved up to an open grate on the floor, two bands clamped around it and moved it upwards, several feet up where it landed with a jolt. Summer realized they were in Zira's private viewing booth where she could watch her victory unfold, Zira turned to Xydarone IV who stood beside her and spoke excitedly: “And so, another foolish Jedi falls!”

Above in the arena, Vincent was picking himself up off of the dirty floor of the pit. Vincent immediately took of his robe, giving himself freedom of movement for the challenge at hand. The gate at the far end of the pit creaked as it slowly began to rise. Two monstrous claws soon became visible.

“Oh no!” Justin Bellamy cried out.

Zira uttered a guttural confirmation as Summer looked on with concern, placing her pliable fingers between the necklace and the skin of her tender neck so she could maintain a view of the pit as the Empress continued to tug on her collar possessively.

As the gate finished rising, Summer could see the Beast's huge, crustacean-like form emerge into the light.

Vincent stole a momentary glance upward and met Summer's gaze, then Zira's who flipped him off.

As the Beast advanced, Vincent sought about the cave for a suitable weapon. Spying a long femur on the ground, he rushed over and picked it up, awaiting the Beast.

With animalistic anger, the Beast reached down and grabbed the young Jedi roughly, almost causing Vincent to lose his grip on his makeshift club. But as the Beast raised his hand to his mouth Vincent kept his composure, waiting for the right moment to act.



Up above, Summer grimaced in horror at the sight of her friend about to be devoured. Zira, meanwhile, waved her free hand, attempting to will the Jedi into the Beast's gaping maw. But it was not to be. At the last second, Vincent lashed the Beast's face, forcing it to drop him.

Down below, Vincent quickly sought a hiding space in the cave from which to plan his next move, sliding underneath an outcropping. Straight ahead he could see the door out of the arena, but the Beast's tremendous bulk was in the way. Vincent, from in his hiding place, picked up a stone and roughly dropped it, alerting the Beast to his hiding place, and with his right claw the beast began to scrape at the alcove the Jedi was hiding in. Just before a talon could pierce him, Vincent kicked the Beast's finger, causing the monster to let out another cry of pain. Vincent then slid out from under the wall and ran past the Beast to the door of the arena, which opened with a whoosh when he came near, revealing a storage room with two guards arm-wrestling. But a grate was blocking the way out.

Meanwhile, the Beast had recovered and had turned around to face Vincent once more. As the monster began to stalk towards the Jedi, Vincent desperately shook at the bars of the grate, but it would not open. Hearing his struggles, the two guards left their game, came over, and pushed Vincent away with the butts of their axes. The young Jedi laid himself out against the wall a few feet away from the door and noticed that the Beast only need to take three strides before it would be upon him.

Seeing the Beast corner Vincent, Zira and her court cheered wildly. The Beast's fight with the Jedi had been fun to watch, but now they would finally see the violence they craved. Zira's bloodlust cause her to pull Summer's necklace, as the veteran fought desperately to see what would happen to Vincent. Beside her, Sammy Salaraga cackled maniacally and jeered at Summer, referring to her by several insulting and highly sexual titles given to females, as a way to degrade her.

Vincent's eyes searched desperately around the pit for a means of escape. Suddenly, he noticed that one of the guards had discarded a proton torpedo launcher. Instinctively, he grabbed the launcher with the Force. He fired a torpedo into the monster's mouth.

Up above, the court stopped cheering and stood silently in amazement. Zira uttered her own cry of anguish upon seeing her beloved creature slain by the Jedi. Only Summer was happy, sighing in relief and then breaking into a wide grin. Down in the pit, the Beast shifted once as it let out one final whimper before it laid still, dying seconds later.

Now certain that the Beast was dead, Summer couldn't help but break into uncontrollable giggles at Vincent's victory. The sound of her laughter infuriated her mistress, who yanked angrily on her shirt more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the half-naked servant fly back against her massive flesh, but Zira continued to pull on her necklace as she shouted with rage. As she furiously called for Helen and GTR-10 to be brought to her, Summer fell into an awkward position against Zira and began to choke. As Summer gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below Zira, Zira's thick leg beat violently into her side, further punishing her for her insubordination. Only when the veteran looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Empress relent her choking grip on her leash.

Certain that she had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Zira allowed the veteran to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Summer finally gulped fresh air back into her aching lungs, the Empress began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console herself over the Beast's demise.

Zira's sentence
Zira was furious with Vincent Organa for slaying her beloved monster, and was determined to have him executed at once. She announced to the veterans their fate.

In other circumstances, Zira would have waited to execute the Jedi and his friends, relishing the moment of her victory. But the Empress had another, more personally pressing motivation for wishing to punish her rebel prisoners immediately for their transgression. In the short time she had possessed Summer Petersen as her slave, she had already come to understand her personality and strength. She knew that her friends’ lives fueled her resistance against her, since she still foolishly hoped that the Jedi would rescue them all. And then there was her attachment to Jay Organa, which Zira could not understand.

And so the evil Empress wished to crush her spirit by killing her friends. Then she would be ripe for her taking. “Prisoners,” Zira flatteringly spoke, “I decree your immediate termination.”

Sammy Salaraga, seated besides his mistress and observing her exposed midsection throbbing with excitement, knew well what Zira had mind for her. And so when McKeen responded to Zira’s judgement with one of her trademarked quips — “I hate waiting” — he turned to Summer and laughed. Zira hated waiting too.

Summer, seated in front of Zira and feeling her play with her necklace, looked beseechingly at Vincent, who didn’t return her gaze but listened to Zira’s declaration:

“You will therefore be taken to the Cave of the Gargoyle.”

“Your point?” Helen quipped again.

Zira ignored her and continued: “In his belly you will learn the true meaning of suffering, as you are chewed repeatedly for ten millennia.”

As she spoke, Zira pulled on Summer’s collar insistently. The veteran allowed herself to be pulled back and felt her hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair. She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head. Soon she would take her revenge on her, she told herself.

Zira pulled Summer's collar again, pinning her against her massive bulk. Summer gasped as she felt Zira's huge belly shift as she breathed. "Don't worry, Summer," Zira said softly. "You're fine."

“Aren't we following them?” Summer asked.

“No, Summer,” said Zira. "We are riding in my personal elevator."

Zira then asked a guard named Taylor Carter to proceed her out, and he did. Zira pulled a lever on her throne, and the throne slowly drove her and Summer across the throne room and into an elevator. Looking around, Summer was shocked. The elevator was huge, and it had several stocks of chocolates and weed. Summer took a handful of chocolates and shoved them into her mouth, just as Taylor grabbed a handful of cigarettes for Zira. Zira’s belly was still showing when they entered the limousine after the elevator came to a jolt. On the way down to her luxurious limousine, he asked Zira why her laughs flowed through her belly.

Zira replied, “My laughs always flow through my belly fat, except when my belly’s tight and there’s no room. I have no stomach muscles to block it and stop it flowing. Why do you ask?”

Offering her the truth, he said he was just curious. It was no surprise to him that Zira had no stomach muscles. She’s never worked out, and her guards do all her physical tasks for her.

“Take a seat,” said Zira.

Taylor sat next to Summer, where he said she was beautiful. There he put his arm around Zira’s soft, half-covered torso.

Just then, we stopped in front of the repulsor-lift. Zira took out her comlink and asked the guards if they had Helen and Vincent dressed yet. He pulled the prisoners toward them. Helen was wearing a top and Vincent was wearing a tank top. Zira commended them and set the throne in motion.

It finished the trip to the limo. “Did you get my robes?” she called through a microphone. Someone replied from behind, muffled to Summer but clear to Zira. “Then let’s take off,” she said. She turned to Taylor and offered the chance to ride in one of the seats next to her.

“Sure,” Taylor replied. He sat down on the cushiony seat next to Zira and the limousine took off.

Trip to the Cave of the Gargoyle
The journey to the Cave of the Gargoyle was going to take several hours. Summer began the journey to the Cave of the Gargoyle by Zira's side. She was glad to wear her costume, at least to some degree, as it allowed her to feel cool in the desert heat. Zira gripped her necklace tightly so as to keep her back rubbing against her belly, in case she would try to squirm away from her &mdash; and, of course, for the perverse pleasure she got from feeling her lovely skin. She had one delicate arm wrapped around her chubby belly as her hand would continuously stroke Summer's hair.

The tips of her fingers gently stroked her soft abdomen, twitching with pleasurable stimulation from the touch of her skin. Summer had finally resolved to ignore Zira's disgusting obsession with her.

She fully intended to bed Summer tonight, as soon as Helen and Vincent were killed. She would claim Summer as her own, taking her virginity despite her protests and screams. Zira fantasized about taking her virginity while she lay leashed and cuffed to her bed on the limo, as a way of punishing her for her defiance.

Zira imagined entering her private pleasure room, with Summer bound to her bed by a chain. She would obviously be naked, her top laying ambigously by her bed. Summer would be forced to submit to her desires, neither would be leaving that room for a while Zira planned it to be a very special time they would spend together and will make her admit her new found love and obedience.

Zira kept her at her side, touching her and whispering perverse things in her ear about their "plans" after the execution. . . their "consummation", as Zira called it. "Doesn't my car fill you with wonder?" Zira boasted, waving her hand to encompass the entire limo.

"Yes." Summer said. It did indeed, but for a different reason. It amazed her that such an enormous car, practically a palace on wheels, was merely a drop in the ocean of Zira's endless pool of wealth. "I'm certain you will find the pleasure room fascinating, my lovely Summer...." After several hours had passed, some of the guards Zira was conversing with began to talk about Summer. They stared at her with lust and boners. They spoke of Zira's impressive domination of the veteran and triumph over the Armies of Organa. Zira knew that they were both just brown nosing with the hopes of having Summer for themselves, but Zira was possessive of her successor. Still, the guards fantasized, the lurid details of their imaginations making Summer burn with rage at being treated like a prize to be won.

Summer strained forward and opened her mouth to respond to their taunts, but Zira silenced her with a quick jolt of her hand over her mouth. The teenager gulped and sat back down on the hem of Zira's indigo robe.

Sensing Summer's defeated posture, Zira turned towards her and spoke gently--but mockingly--to her while she stroked her lovely face.

"Stubborn, aren't we, child? It's time I taught you how to address me. I am sure you wish to watch your so-called 'almighty friends'--my captives--on the skiff outside. If you recognize me as your mistress, I will let you go to the window and look for a bit..."

Summer's anger was rekindled by Zira's condescension, yet she managed to hide her rage. She really did wish to watch her friends, and, most importantly, to scout out the area and her surroundings so she could be able to act at an instant's notice. So she decided to play along with the Empress--and perhaps draw her into a false sense of security that she could use to her advantage later, just like she did to Beion so long ago and that was second nature to her.

"Please, Your Mightiness...." Summer spoke, shuddering in disgust and disbelief at the words that came from her mouth, "....giver of pleasure...caretaker of your helpless role model....let me leave for a moment..."

"Of course, my precious," Zira spoke, chuckling to herself. "I will grant your request....for a price. A kiss from the most beautiful woman in the universe for the mightiest and most gracious of all beings." She moved her hand to her lips motioning for where she wished the action to take place. Summer shuddered and considered for a moment to tell the Empress what she really thought of her. "No, don't resist! Don't allow your feelings to compromise this mission!" she told herself silently.

"Of course, my mistress," she said through gritted teeth.

Taking a deep breath, the veteran closed her eyes and puckered her lips, moving them towards Zira's ones. Soon, she felt them make contact as she quickly pressed her lips against Zira's, moving backwards. "No, my precious," Zira boomed, tugging her shirt again. "Do it again, with passion...." She immediately placed her left hand on the back of Summer's head, holding her in place while her right moved to her back, causing the veteran's bare midriff to rub against her own. "....the same way you would kiss Thompson."

Summer tentatively moved forward, opening her red lips. She pressed her face against Zira's, placing her arms on her shoulders in an embrace. Yes, my beloved, she thought happily. Emboldened by this display, Zira reached around the veteran and pulled her even closer to her. As she did, Summer squeezed her eyes shut, and came to realize what would be in store for her if Vincent's plan failed.

The Empress continued to hold her in position, keeping Summer against her enormous body as she planted a wet kiss on her face. "You love me," Zira croaked, locking lips with Summer as little moans escaped her. "You've desired me for a long time . . . Say it, Summer, my beloved . . ." When Summer groaned in protest, Zira slipped her finger under her underwear, poking forcefully at her buttocks. "Admit," she insisted, lost in a trance. Summer refused to keep eye contact with the Empress. "I want you," she said flatly. "I can never help myself around you. I have desired you for years. I love you like no other. I'll be all yours tonight."

Despite the emotionless tone to her words, Zira's lust increased. Zira immediately wrapped herself around her tighter with an aroused grunt. Summer's heart pounded, worrying that her words had only fueled her lust and would make the kiss last longer. But luckily, her lips felt directly under Summer's cute nose one last time, then at last allowed Summer to lean her head back, choking and gasping for air after her horrible kiss. As she did this, a string of liquid fell onto Summer's feet. She didn't even want to know where it came from. Zira unwrapped himself from the teenager, but kept her hand under the side of her top under her armpits for a few moments longer, panting with longing. Groaning in disgust, Summer looked away and, under her breath, said, "Curse this ball of lard", triggering Zira and prompting her to relent.

Zira eventually released her leash, finally letting it trail on the floor. "You may leave my side now, hottie." She said as Summer jumped up and took hold of her raven-black hair and fondled it with her thin fingers before she left her side. Here she was, a heroine of the School War, now captive to a sinister, lustful lesbian. Undoubtedly she would be forced to have a crude parody of sex with her, her priceless virginity stolen from her by this foul evildoer. She imagined a dark future where she would remain with Zira, kept on the leash completely nude like an animal by her side, and, after the Empress had satisfied her desires, let her on a computer with monitored Internet. It was only a matter of time. Summer shuddered at the thought as she made her way to the windows and passed between the men who had taunted her. As the veteran walked away from her, Zira admired her scantily clad body: the swaying of her mahogany skirt as it exposed the sinuous movements of her hips and legs, the pendulum motion of her hair enticing her as it danced across her bare back. Then she returned to conversing with her men about the excitement to come.

For fifteen minutes or so, Summer watched her friends out in the car, who she could tell were being kept silent by the guards. However, towards the end of the fifteen minutes, Summer saw Vincent turn and speak to Helen. She wished she could know what they were talking about and peered carefully, trying to read their lips. As she stood there, several members of Zira's court who had been staring at her in lust earlier came close to Summer. Just then, she heard Zira behind her beckoning for her again: "Return to me precious," she purred.

Summer ignored the Empress' deep, gurgling voice, hoping Zira would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at her and then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a professional statement.

But the veteran's resistance only amused Zira and increased her lust for her. As the Empress continued to gaze at her bare backside and curves hardly obscured by her underwear, her mouth began to water uncontrollably with desire, mucus and saliva dripping down her broad chin, while the bloated skin around her attractive stomach throbbed in anticipation as she leaked pre-cum. The veteran looked good enough to taste. She was going to relish taking pleasure from Summer after her friends had been executed. Once she saw her friends disappear forever in Devorar's maw, she knew that her warrior spirit would be completely broken. That very night, as the gargoyle began digesting her friends and sent up their anguished cries into the Arizona night, Zira would take her in her private chamber back at the palace. She would eventually submit. She knew she would. She could practically hear her pleasured moans and feel her arms wrapped desperately around her pretty head as she thrust her hands in and out of her.

Zira slobbered at the thought of her complete possession of the veteran. What the scum and villainy in the world would pay for just one evening with her. . . but fate brought her to Zira, and good fortune now meant she could spend her every morning, afternoon and evening bedding Summer Petersen for years to come. Her new lover was a more than worthy payment for Helen's betrayal and Cedwell's insubordination. Zira then drank from her goblet, which gave her an idea: another lesson in obedience to teach her feisty servant.

Leaning back and pushing one of the many buttons on her throne, Zira pulled much harder on Summer's leash, which retracted into the chair more vigorously than she could resist tremendous mass, forcing the gasping, scantily-clad veteran to run back to her seemingly as if in longing, but only to relieve the pressure around her tender waist and the strain around her soft muscles.

"Ugh!" Summer exclaimed breathlessly, as she leaped up onto Zira's throne and braced herself against her soft belly with her hands and pressing her impossibly beautiful belly against Zira, which slid across her delicate skin. Repulsed, she was about to pull away when she felt Jim Newman's hand with its sharp metallic nails press against her back.

As Zira opened her wide grinning mouth she turned her head away from the overwhelmingly sweet smell that was her breath, and, to ease herself, breathed through her mouth. The Empress began to speak: "Don't stay too far, my lovely. After the excitement outside concludes, you will come to appreciate me."

Still attempting to get her air back, Summer could only gaze weakly up into the Empress' sparkling eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. She tried to process what Zira meant, and then noticed that she was moving her ornate drinking cup towards her. As the last words dripped through the Empress' scarlet lips, she suddenly realized that ahe was proposing a toast for the death of her friends. No, not just the death of her friends, but Zira's plans for her afterwards, when she would take the forced intimacy to a terrible new level.

Summer tried to push images of her inevitable lesbian mating session with the Empress from her mind, trying instead to imagine a future where she lay in bed with Steven Thompson, warm, naked and glowing in the delight of their lovemaking. She imagined him pleasuring her and crying her name as he climaxed, snuggling into her embrace. However, this fantasy was soon broken by the reality of being in the Empress' disgusting embrace.

Zira had been extremely fortunate, to have Summer Petersen captive. The sight of her face alone would be enough to drive a male mad with uncontrollable lust, and Zira savored the fact that she was hers to take &mdash; her beautiful body and incredible leadership was hers to use to the fullest. Zira knew she would submit eventually. They all did. All she needed was time. The veteran would be welded to her before long, eager to please and desperate for her affection. She would coo when she stroked her, call her "Mistress" whenever she spoke, would laugh and scream in joy whenever she mated with her Imperial lesbian lover. She would want her as much as she wants her now.

To ease her lust, Zira ran her finger down Summer's sexy, cute tummy, poking the piercing around her belly button, before running her finger in circles around it. Then she quickly slid her soft hand up the line that divided her abdomen toward the top of the bra, squeezing her fat hand under her bra, skimming Summer's breast and then toying with her tender neck. Summer let out a long groan, overwhelmed with disgust by this monstrosity toying with her. Her disgust only fueled Zira's intense sexual desire. She wrapped her other arm around her waist and pulled her in closer. She pushed her against her cleanly skin, their beautiful bellies making contact.

The limo slowly come to a stop as Zira pressed her hand into Summer's cheek under her raven-black hair. Zira chuckled to herself, defeated by the inescapable demands of time. This delay in her conquest would make the evening even sweeter -- The Jedi and McKeen defeated, made Devorar's main course, and their dearest ally taken by the Empress. Poetic justice for the swine who dared to defy Her Mighty Eminence.

As Zira turned around, Summer slid a few feet away from the Empress and looked back out the window onto the Cave of the Gargoyle. She spat out as much of the fluid as she could and stood up, tightening her bra back up and standing proud, summoning all the dignity a celebrity could muster given her position. It was almost time to act.

Pre-battle
Zira had ordered her men to execute Vincent first. When they arrived at the Cave of the Gargoyle, one of Zira's guards unbound Vincent from his bindings. Summer looked out at the cave, seeing the monster's maw. It made Summer shudder as Zira gave the following announcement to the Boy-Team captives, while she played with Summer's necklace:

"Victims of the Almighty Devorar, I hope you will die with honor. But if any of you wish to speak your last words, my ears are open to them."

As she spoke, Zira stared at Summer's rounded backside whilst stroking her soft thigh. Summer, however, was completely unaware of Zira's sexual harassment for she was extremely nervous thinking about her fate if Vincent fails. Zira took this time to fantasize about the night to come. The moment Helen and the Jedi were devoured, Zira would take the veteran into her arms and strip her of her scant clothing, squeezing her into a tight embrace as she and her (the Empress') subordinates laughed in victory. Zira spat her order to the guard: "Exterminate him!" As the guard behind him prodded him with his ax, Vincent spun around and jumped onto the ground as Helen tossed him his lightsaber. Grabbing and igniting it, he began to fight Zira's men, while Jay revealed his true identity by attacking one of the guards on the van.

When she saw Vincent slaying her guards and knocking them into Devorar, Zira become apoplectic with anger. Keeping a strong grip on Summer's necklace, she ordered her men to begin attacking the Boy-Team fighters. Summer, for her part, immediately rejoiced at Vincent's success and the arrival of the Armies of Organa but then hid her excitement, not wanting to infuriate Zira or draw her attention. Instead, she watched them carefully out of the corner of her eye, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Meanwhile, Xydarone IV was already on top, having arrived too late to prevent Helen from taking back Vincent's laser sword for him. She flew over to the van Vincent was on and engaged the Jedi in combat. Summer watched breathlessly as Xydarone pulled out a flamethrower and attempted to incinerate Vincent, only for Helen to use her powers to cut off the stream of fire. After Vincent escaped once again and as Zira’s guards fell into the gargoyle, Summer made her move.

Suddenly, Vincent jumped with the aid of the Force straight up into the air and grasped onto the bars next to the limo's windows, much to Zira's shock and outrage. Immediately, the Empress ordered her men to dislodge the Jedi. Two scavengers standing beside their mistress' throne rushed to do her bidding, and began to beat on Vincent's fingers with the butts of their guns.

Summer could not sit by and watch this. Taking advantage of a distracted Zira, she ripped her chain out of her grip, rushed onto the floor, and began to push the scavengers away from Vincent as they mocked the half-naked veteran over her weight.



Zira, more bemused than furious at her servant's ultimately futile actions, reestablished her grip on her necklace as a guard shoved the scantily-clad woman violently back onto her throne. She then shortened her tether and gripped her hips to show her possession of her.

Meanwhile, the scavengers continued breaking Vincent's grip on the grate, but then a blast from Xydarone pushed him off and into the sand. He jumped onto the deck.

To create a distraction, Summer danced suggestively in front of Zira. As everyone was too preoccupied to help Zira, Summer beat her to death with the very chain that held her captive, dealing with the monarch once and for all. Vincent then helped her retrieve her laser sword and she joined him on the top deck of the limo. From there she pointed the deck gun at the car and swung away to safety with Vincent.

Dealing with Taylor Carter
As Summer Petersen and the others were riding in a speeder to their cruiser they had flown to Arizona in, Summer was attacked by one of Valarie's bodyguards. After Summer defeated him with a display of mounted combat, he revealed that Taylor Carter had hired him in retaliation for Zira's death. He told Summer Zira was the friend Taylor never had. She was immediately attacked by Vorme afterwards, though the latter was killed by Vincent Organa, who was standing by. In response, Summer rode the speeder back to the Palace. When she stepped out, Lisa Perry was waiting for her. Lisa brandished a lightsaber and challenged Summer. Left without a choice, Summer ignited her own weapon and dueled Lisa. Lisa's lack of experience, and Summer's extra pounds and lack of practice, proved to be a very even match. In the end, Summer bested Lisa and dealt her a severe facial wound.

The former strode through the door to the palace, unharmed, appalling Taylor. Summer apologized to Taylor for the trauma she had caused him. Although Taylor waved her off, Jim Newman told him that Summer must have been very devoted, returning to the palace just to apologize to him. Taylor nodded and reached into a safe, claiming he had a “gift” for Summer, but the safe also contained a gun. Summer, however, snatched his gun away, implied that she had already dispatched Taylor’s hired guards, and that she was “not in the mood.” Taking the hint, Taylor turned away, prompting Summer to leave. While the guard continued to complain about his situation, the Boy-Team General departed the palace and went home with Vincent Organa, Helen McKeen, GTR-10, and Justin Bellamy.

The sandstorm only slightly deterred them as they arrived at their transport, entering the ship with a beaming Helen. Keeping her eyes parted, Summer stepped into the hatch with Helen as she kept her robe wrapped tightly around herself, not wanting to expose the turquoise top again. Finally, she found him. "Are you okay?" he asked, tossing the staff onto the ground. "Yeah, I'm doing pretty well, considering." Summer said, keeping her half-covered body covered with the robe. "We should get going. The fleet's expecting us." She walked down the hallway past the medlab, looking in for a moment as several wounded children lay with some medicine nearby. "They're going to be okay, Summer," said Jay. "Allow them to rest."

Summer found Steven. She paused a while, walking into the room and slowly stroking Han's face with her pliable fingers. "It's been a year...." She said, looking at him as he lay still breathing steady. "....since I told him I loved him." Her robe fell open, but she didn't care if her half-nude form was exposed or not right now. "It just seems like longer." "Leia...." Han moaned, blinking to get a better look at her. "Sssh....you need sleep." Leia said, holding Han's head in her hands and kissing him. Han grasped her and hugged her closer to him, holding her in a gentle embrace as he lay on the bed. "Did Zira hurt you?" he asked, realizing he felt only bare flesh under his fingers. "No, not physically." Summer said as she kissed him. Steven felt her lower back, a sinking feeling in his gut as he was touching only skin. "What are you wearing?"

"Not very much," Summer admitted.

"Will you....be here when I wake up?" Steven asked. "Of course." Summer said, kissing him again. "And you'll get to see me very soon." She pulled her robe back together and walked out of the room, heading for the refresher. "I love you." "I love you too." said Steven, rolling over. That last admission made Summer's heart flutter, so much so that she almost swooned right there in the medbay, although that may have just been her own exhaustion. "I'll be in the shower." Summer said with a smile. "You'll tell me if he wakes up?" Jay nodded as Summer disappeared into the refresher, locking the door behind her.

"Thank god...." Summer groaned, rubbing her hair as she removed her top by unclipping the back near her alarmingly toned shoulders. Summer pulled off her underwear next, her bare vagina feeling numb. She grimaced as she undid the armband and wristband, stepping out of the shoes and brushing the last of her clothes aside. She stood now, totally naked before the bathroom mirror, her body in surprisingly good shape. For the first time since her enslavement, she was feeling comfortable not wearing any clothing, now that she finally had some privacy. She turned on the water and turned the heat to about medium, picking up the top and holding it over a garbage chute.

Suddenly, she found herself stopping. She looked down at the top again, wondering about Steven. He had not seen the top, nor even heard about it. And so long as his feelings for her were true.... She smiled and folded the top, collar and all, into a box labeled "Undergarments", locking it and sliding it into her luggage. Summer licked her lips as she slipped into the shower, turning the water on and allowing warm liquid to wash over her bare body. She thought of Steven and let herself fantasize, her steamy thoughts becoming reality as she reached all over.... "Stop that," she scolded herself, withdrawing her hands from her body. Summer quickly scrubbed all of the dirt and grime off of her naked body and walked out of the shower after a quick rinse, slipping back into modest clothes and embracing the feeling of wearing clothing that covered every bit of skin she did not wish exposed.

Zone of Athletes


"He's hurt, he's sad, and he won't tell me why [...] Actually, I think Steven likes you. If you talk to him, he'll listen. He trusts you!"

- Summer Petersen to Zachary Brown about Steven Thompson

Petersen resumed her education after the battle, where she was hailed as a hero and given the nickname of "Tyrant tackler".

She and Thompson began hanging out in the library, and during one of these visits, Petersen told Brown he looked "like a fool" as he was covered in pellets from a broken beanbag chair. This provoked Brown into writing a list of foul nicknames for Thompson, infuriating him to the extent that he refused to tell Petersen what had just happened, even though she realized he had not been himself lately. Shortly before Engage the Krosse explained the nature of the Zone of Athletes, which she apparently had a very low opinion on, she approached Brown and asked him to speak with Thompson, as she still had no idea what was troubling him. She left for the bleachers wishing Brown good luck in his performance, which turned out to be a complete fiasco leaving Petersen's reaction a mystery.

Somehow, Petersen acquired a good luck charm, which she gave to a boy named Copper who gave it to Brown in front of her. Apparently, Petersen had needed her space from Thompson and she and Copper became friends. Both of them had very negative views on the Zone. Brown gained an enormous amount of good luck, but he eventually returned the foot to Petersen, thinking she needed it to ask Thompson if he planned on marrying her someday. He revealed that he had finally moved on from her, thanks to Izzy, to her slight disappointment. When Mrs Clara noticed the foot, she immediately confiscated it from Petersen, leaving her dumbfounded.

She was not seen on Field Day, but during the song performed by Engage the Krosse in the aftermath of the event, she was featured, looking "quite content".

This was Petersen's final year of education, which may be what prompted Thompson to throw a graduation party early.

Graduation
Summer Petersen went to sleep with Helen McKeen, but after McKeen fell asleep, she slowly removed her blanket, undressed, and slipped on her turquoise top. She sneaked outside of the guest bedroom with a plastic spoon she had deliberately left on the dresser, and into the basement, where she found exactly what she had been looking for. Right in front of her was the biggest stock of junk food she had ever seen, and she couldn't resist. She just had to sneak some.

Very quietly, she pulled out several jars of Nutella, several jars of icing, several boxes of cake mix, and laid them on the ground in front of her. She looked towards the stairway, her heart pounding. Then she began eating icing by the spoonful, shoveling it into her mouth as if it was going to disappear any second. She realized she was a little thirsty after the icing, so she opened a two-liter bottle of soda and chugged it while placing a delicate hand on her distended stomach, even though it hurt her arm to lift it. Placing down the empty bottle and rolling it against a shelf, she lay down and began eating a jar of Nutella ravenously. She ate six more jars, and proceeded to sit up, her hand massaging her bloated belly as the other kept spooning in more chocolate spread. For once, Summer enjoyed the feeling of her bare, stretched, fatty flesh. Goaded by this realization, she began eating the cake mix, slowly, before looking up. She had never even noticed the Thompsons' huge stock of Reese's! She found a huge bag nearby and loaded it with sweets before going upstairs.

Summer's heart nearly missed a beat. A loud, continuous creak echoed behind her. She looked out the window, only to see the trees billowing. Thank the elements, she thought, taking the bag back to the guest bedroom. Once she was comfortably in bed, she continued eating to the soothing sound of Helen's breathing. She finally fell asleep on a gorged stomach.

Helen woke up in the morning and said goodbye to Summer, who was laying on her side. When Steven woke her up, they began making out vigorously until Summer finally told him the truth and confessed. Steven said he completely understood and they continued groping each other. Summer stayed at Steven's house for the rest of the day, even while he was at school. When he came home, she told him more about the battle with Zira and they both fell asleep with a video on Summer's phone still playing, too exhausted to do anything besides hold each other.

They also went shopping the following day, but Steven was surprised when she wound up buying most of the clearance section. He agreed to carry her bags for her, which were numerous and heavy, since her arms were so delicate, playfully citing that in return he could have as much of her lemon pudding cake as he wanted. He did wind up eating several slices, but Summer ended up with three quarters of it, along with eating three 12-packs of doughnuts (chocolate, glazed, and original). She'd also been acting obnoxiously confident, but Steven didn't want to say anything, since it was her sheer arrogance that was making his legpits throb.

Summer Petersen attended a graduation party held by Steven Thompson on June 1.

They were holding hands.

"The guests will be here any minute," said Steven.

Summer let go of his hand and took a deep breath. She looked out the window and saw two cars parking in their neighborhood. Then, to Steven's bewilderment, she suddenly took off her shirt, just like that, exposing her American-flag bra.

"You sure you wanna wear that?"

"Hell, you always keep the heat up too high," said Summer, putting her hands on her now bare hips.

Several students were hanging out against an alcove near a flight of stairs leading to the top floor.

“What up, homie?” one of them called out.

Summer turned around.

“Tage, my man!” she exclaimed. “What's cookin'?”

“You look...you...” Tage began, observing the patriotically colored patterns.

“Yes?”

“You look good, Summer.”

“You must be humble to offer flattery to your inferiors so frivolously,” Summer replied with a grin. “Your artwork is stunning, it's way more important than my good looks.”

Tage slapped her on the back. Summer cried out in pain.

"What?"

"Stomachache. I drank, like, four soda cans. I'm on my fifth."

Tage bent his hand down and began kneading her stomach, rolling his fist in circles around the bare, stretched, fatty flesh. “This should help,” he said as he held his hand over her piercing, grazing the edge of her heaving abdomen.

“Better?” he asked hopefully.

Summer looked down, stunned.

“You feel better?”

“Divine.”

“You're a good man, Tage. Chao!”

Marriage
"Now the war has ended, and I’m trying to get back in the hang of things. Even though most of the damage has been fixed, it’s hard to forget the war we fought. I may never be the same again. I now have a boyfriend and a new appearance."

- Summer Petersen in 2014

Two years after Helen McKeen's rescue, Summer Petersen moved away into her own home, her childhood over. Her parents had told her that they would pay her rent for a year until she found a successful career. About a week later, she received a job application as a computer technician, calling off the previous deal and rendering it unnecessary. Before leaving Provo, she and Thompson temporarily broke up as they knew they may not see each other for a while. Petersen also hugged Brown, apologized for beating him, and told him he was never really a bad person.

Two years later, Thompson's family moved near Petersen's hometown, where the two became engaged in 2019. Shortly before their wedding, Steven paid Summer a visit, during which time she revealed what her new job was.

Having chosen to keep her top, Summer willingly wore it on her wedding night to Steven Thompson prior to the actual event. She admitted to Steven she had gotten the top from Zira, but also that she now wore it with pride and confidence. She turned a costume meant to humiliate and deride her to the point of objectification into an object of strength and sexuality.

As Head of the Advancement of Cyber Technology Office
"How are you still standing? I'm seventeen and that woman would still kill me if I dared to be a minute late."

- Ean mentioning Summer to Tyson Petersen

In the mix, Petersen assumed a new position, Head of the Advancement of Cyber Technology Office in the U.S. Government, where she made revolutionary changes to electronic technology and made major contributions to Internet safety and speed. The job paid extremely well, this coupled with Steven being a legend in football and rugby, made them around two hundred thousand dollars per year, a lot of which Petersen spent on junk food at the grocery store. People often remembered her for being approachable and clever.

Four days after her promotion, Summer had an affair with Steven, resulting in her pregnancy. Her smile was ear to ear as Steven took her virginity and she made love to him all night long, her turquoise top crumpled on the floor. She was free, for good this time, never to be a slave to any male. Petersen, however, still worked dubiously at her job during her pregnancy. In 2026, she gave birth to a child, whom she and her husband named Tyson, by which time both adults had rocketed to worldwide fame. Around this time, she went to Superhero School and met several of Professor Sander's students.

In 2032, Petersen and Thompson were given the chance to join the Boy-Team in their crime-fighting squad, the Team of Terror. Though Thompson considered it, Petersen insisted that they continue caring for Tyson until he was an adolescent. After getting wind of the Battle of Bast Castle, Summer went to Zenema's Palace, finding Zenema's bloated corpse in the ruins of the throne room, dry and rotting. She just stood there, watching it, as she had ultimately come here in order to deal with her past concerning the International Alliance and let it die. Little is known of Petersen's activities over the following time period, but she continued her work in the government.

A grim alternative
​And what if Vincent had failed in his rescue? Summer was forced to contemplate this horrific outcome during the long, restless trip to the Cave of the Gargoyle.

Zira's teasing and testing of her mettle would only last so long; eventually, the Empress would succumb to her base desires and have sex with Summer on a daily basis, in her lavish, private chambers either in the main Palace or her private quarter in Washington DC. Summer could not imagine how she would feel as the Empress forced Summer's flowing fat into her immense bulk as sexual toys like dildos worked their way into her womanhood.

Summer's life would have become one of humiliation and the building of a career she never wanted. Escape would be hopeless – the Empress had kept servants and slaves for most of her life, she had perfect keeping what she valued at bay. The Armies of Organa would not waste men on a revenge mission. Only death would offer a way out for Summer, but she would never willingly take her own life. She would endure her endless captivity with a hopeless pride, always keenly on the look out for escape.

In the first few weeks of her new life, Zira would never let Summer stray from her side for long, only letting her off for a little bit to use the Internet. She would spend more time than she could imagine was physically possible with her hands passionately on her, Zira's endless lust constantly sated on her future successor.

Would Summer eventually acquiesce to Zira's demands for a compliant tool for physical pleasure and for politics? She could not imagine herself, under any circumstances, giving herself freely or indifferently to such a horrible predicament. Zira, for her part, did not want to break her like she did the others, her role in life would one day be far more meaningful than she could imagine. Summer would have to fight her machinations and advances every step of the way, and it still might not have been enough.

Perhaps worst for Summer – more so than anything Zira could put her through – was knowing that she had no interest in ruling the world and leading the affairs of the International Alliance. And she knew that if she refused, the people, who would really, really want her in charge, would destroy her. And if she made no progress in her lessons, it was possible that Zira would destroy her, but more likely, she would do nothing except be a source of sexual pleasure to the Empress. She had been a strong-willed governor in the making, but never a dictator, a fierce war veteran from the noble Armies of Organa; now her life would become devoid of meaning, nothing more than a toy for a fat, deranged Lesbian to play with.