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I wrote this story for a fat-positive contest last year, although the voting eventually stalled out with some finalists selected but no winner(s) announced. Recently I went back to the story in light of my new Terramagne setting, and it fits that very nicely. Here, then, is a team of fat superheras of assorted ethnicity. The story has been sponsored by an anonymous donor and I'll be posting it in sections.

Skip to Part 2, Part 3, Part 4Part 5.

"The Hand of Sedna" Part 1

Naartok scooped up a handful of muddy sand. Kesuk held out the white bowl full of water. Naartok squeezed, muscles rippling under the copper skin of her arm, and a stream of murky liquid splashed into the bowl. Rainbow colors flashed across the surface, glinting in the thin Alaskan sunlight.

"Test pit #10: heavy sheening, visible oil stains but no cohesive droplets," said Hamako, as she recorded their findings in the notebook. "That's the last one for this field trip. We're doing well on this; we'll get the college credit for sure."

"Good," said Naartok. She flung the nearly-dry handful of muck back into the pit. "I don't think I could take much more of this." Around them, the beach plants sighed in the breeze and a few birds sang, but she could feel the wrongness in the soil and the water. They all could.

"Miss Polzin doesn't look very comfortable either," Kesuk observed.

Naartok followed her friend's gaze. The teacher's aide stood a short distance down the beach, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. "You're right," said Naartok.

"We've completed the assignment; we should get away from this sick ground," said Hamako. "Let's head back to the bus."

Naartok lumbered up, straightening from the crouch with a grateful sigh. Then she realized that she couldn't move her feet. Her 300 pounds of muscle and insulating fat had driven her boots deep into the soft beach. "Problem," she muttered. "I seem to be sinking."

Kesuk giggled, holding a plump hand over her mouth. "Maybe the beach wants to keep you!" she said.
Naartok rolled her eyes. "Hamako, can you get me loose?"

Hamako scanned the area, but no other students stood near. Carefully she spread a forcefield under Naartok's feet to keep her from sinking further. Then she spread another one at ground level. "All right, pull your feet out one at a time and step to your left," she said.

Naartok heaved herself onto the upper forcefield. "Thank you," she said. They headed for the bus, Kesuk scampering ahead, Naartok and Hamako following at a more sedate pace.

Pakak sidled up to them, his black hair falling in his eyes. "May I carry your notebook?" he said to Naartok.
"Hamako has it," Naartok pointed out.

"But you can carry it for all of us," Hamako said smoothly, handing the notebook to Pakak. He nudged his shoulder against Naartok. She bumped him gently back, and he almost fell off the edge of the parking lot. Naartok caught him and set him back on his feet. He was just a little wisp of a thing.

"Heh ... guess I'm a bit clumsy," he said.

Miss Polzin sent Pakak to the back of the bus. "A word with you girls, if I may," she said, drawing them aside. Their teacher was tall and imposing, a solid weight of expectation. "I noticed what you did out there."

"We know, Inna," Kesuk said, using the personal name they reserved for private time. "Naartok was sinking, though. Hamako had to do something."

Miss Polzin glanced down at Naartok's boots, peering over the top of her black-framed glasses. Naartok followed her gaze. The mud reached almost to the upper edges of the bootlegs. "Understood, just try not to do anything too conspicuous," Miss Polzin said.

"It would've been a lot more conspicuous if you had to blast her out with a sonic pulse," Kesuk said.

"Well I didn't know the bad guys were trying to submerge the victim in quick-drying cement, so will you lay off about last summer?" Naartok grumbled. But Kesuk's chirruping laugh brought a smile to her face anyway. She could never stay annoyed with her friend for long. Besides, Kesuk had gotten tangled in an anchor cable that required Naartok's super-strength to break, so they were even.

Naartok climbed into the bus. She moved with care, acutely aware of how tiny and fragile everything was. Gingerly she settled into the seat beside Pakak. He was a head shorter than her and weighed barely half what she did. She could have lifted him with one hand. Naartok knew that Pakak adored her. She liked him, but she worried that she might break him. Pakak reached up and draped his arm over her shoulder. Surely it could do no harm to let him cuddle against her.
Kesuk flung herself exuberantly into the seat in front of them, making the springs squeak and groan in protest. For all her speed, she was plush and curvy. Hamako sat beside her more gracefully; she was taller and looked more svelte than Kesuk but weighed even more. Power such as theirs did not lie lightly on the body.

* * *


They're talking about the Exxon Valdez oil spill, a source of considerable dispute. See a map of the affected area and a summary of environmental impact.

One superpower that all of these superheras share is Nature-sense. It provides a sense of how healthy (or not) the surrounding environment is and what's going on with it, so that if something is wrong, it's easier to identify and fix. Beyond that, their individual powers vary.

Naartok has super-strength, and she is somewhat inspired by Sarah Robles, a weightlifter whose body shape doesn't fit the athletic ideal.

[To be continued in Part 2 ...]


Date: 2013-06-29 01:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rosieknight
Superheras whose bodies don't all fall in the current ideal body-type. Yay! Superheras who aren't white. Yay!

Sedna is the goddess of the ocean and ocean life in some Native Alaskan cultures, correct?

How many members of the team are there?

Re: Oooo....

Date: 2013-06-29 04:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rosieknight
>>I'm glad you like these aspects.<<

There's a couple reason I like the superheras here.

One, I'm overweight myself and am so freaking tired of dealing with the stereotypes and prejudices about my weight. Not every woman has an "hour-glass" friendly body type.

Two, the world is not solely or even primarily populated by people who share my Western European/British Isles ancestry. It's good to see that reflected instead of ignored.


Um, now I'm wondering about what the team uses for a logo, given what happens to Sedna's hands.

>>Five total.<<

The team is multi-generational? Very cool!

I'm looking forward to reading more about the Hand of Sedna.

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Date: 2013-06-29 07:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] brushwolf
I'd have never of thought of Inupiak/Yupik as an origin for a fat superhero team, I'd have figured Polynesian maybe. It's quite possible this means I ought to get off my ass and write, because a Hawaiian superteam would be awesome.

Re: Yes...

Date: 2013-07-01 04:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] brushwolf
Ohhh! Okay, yeah, I can see that... kind of a more organic version of arguments that thanks to weight distribution, stomping around in plate armor is actually easier than stomping around in WWI uniform. I'd always figured that most peoples' traditional diets, since they're the product of centuries of refinement, worked better for people living in those areas (so Inuit can actually hack this meat-heavy thing), but I hadn't thought about it in a more genetic sense before. Thanks for the ideas!


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