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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 11: ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT ANTEATER (PART 2)

Written by ED WOODCHUCK

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal and I are on Eladard for an interplanetary economic summit. Our visit was interrupted by a fierce foe called the Belligerent BioWeapon, BBW. She was a seemingly meek anteater who grew wider, taller, and meaner with each bite of food she swallowed.

"Krystal faced her down in a duel of appetites, but ultimately, BBW won. BBW seems unstoppable, and she hasn't stopped growing.

"We fled a buffet. Now Krystal is headed to safety in the care of Madame Grizzle. As for me, I need to find where BBW will strike next so I can warn people what's coming."

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Fox was on Central Street, the main drag in Eladard's capital, Zeropolis. Skyscrapers lined the street as far as the eye could see. He was just outside the Old Titania Buffet, where BBW was finishiing up.

Across the street from the Old Titania Buffet, Fox saw a big window with "StuckMart" printed on it in calligraphy. Inside, he could see a quaint little store with a single gondola display: a vertical board with shelves holding snack foods. If there was food, BBW might hit this next.

Shortly, he burst into the StuckMart, swinging open the door forcefully and jingling a bell attached to it. He handled the door so wildly that everyone inside the cramped convenience store, a handful of people, looked right to him.

A stocky pink-skinned frog was among them. Her stomach was her most prominent feature: a rotund mass that jutted forward from her frame and blimped out to her sides. One arm rest on her side, forced to arc outward as it lay along the curve of her waist. Her other arm held an Ultra-Gigantic Sugar Sludge (TM) drink. She wore a tube top that covered her upper belly, stopping at a crease where her waist puffed further outward, and her belly hung low over her thighs. Her tits looked plump and round in the tube top. Below, she wore pale blue skinny jeans.

Although her hips were slight, and they hadn't grown as wide as her underbelly, her weight gain had still padded them out and given her a healthy derriere to fill the seat of her pants. Her plump thighs bubbled out through small rips in her pants bordered by torn white threads. Fox wasn't sure if that was the style or if her thighs had stretched the pants to the point of ripping. Then, Fox noted that growing her thighs enough to rip her pants was itself a good style.

This was Amanda Toad, Slippy's wife. Fox had to think for a second, surprised to see yet another familiar face. Either she and Slippy had chosen a very coincidental time to vacation on Eladard, or Slippy was here peddling his c-tran device at the conference.

Her snout was framed by pudgy cheeks and a padded chin. She saw the stress in Fox's face. "Hey Fox, is everything alright?" she asked.

"No," Fox said. "There's a monster outside. She's going to rip this store apart until she eats every scrap of food. And by doing that, she'll grow larger and wreak more property damage." By now, there was a cacophony of hovercar horns outside.

Amanda was puzzled. "If she's hungry, let's just bring her food."

The glass window of the StuckMart exploded inward, shattering as a long, pink tongue shot through it. Instinctually, Fox leapt forward into Amanda, shielding her and sending them both to the ground. Deftly, the tongue nabbed Amanda's drink and yanked it out.

Amanda was speechless.

"I'm not sure it'll be that easy to deal with her," Fox said, laying on Amanda's broad, plush midsection. He got up, then helped her up as well.

Meanwhile, BBW kneeled down and leaned in through the window, paying no mind to the shattered glass. Her shoulder span was now a yard wide, which was maybe two-thirds of the window's width. She put her hands on the bottom edge of the window. Her belly flooded over the rim of it as she bent in. Her tits were plump, fatty orbs, filling out from the fat joining her frame and the inches added to her height. Her tongue fired out at packaged rice balls sitting on a shelf, snapping them up one by one. The patrons and cashier fled through the door while Fox and Amanda stayed.

"We've got to out-eat her and keep her from getting any bigger," Fox said. Meanwhile, BBW's shoulders grew wider within the broken window, millimeter by millimeter.

"Leave it to me," Amanda said. Slippy's c-tran had given her plenty of practice eating, as attested by her swollen, spherical middle. She yanked a family-size bag of cheese balls off the shelf and ripped it open. She plunged her long frog tongue into the bag, curled her tongue along the bottom of the bag, and slurped her tongue back into her mouth, snaring the entire bag of puffed corn snacks into her capable maw. She swallowed them in one big gulp. On the way down, they bulged her gullet as if she was croaking. Orange, cheese-flavored dust decorated her lips.

While Amanda stood at one end of the shelf, Fox stood at the opposite end. He unwrapped a sprinkle-covered snack cake and tossed it to her. Her tongue whipped forward, snatched it out of the air, and passed it to her mouth.

So they went, working through the aisle. She tore through bags of chips, trail mix, and other salty snacks, while Fox tossed her pastries from the opposite end of the shelf.

BBW kept up her pace all the while. Her rifle tongue could snipe any food item in a heartbeat. She snapped up packaged foods and ate them whole.

Amanda looked for more snacks on the window-facing side of the gondola and found none. Between herself and the gluttonous beast, they'd devoured that whole side of the shelf. The thought of that, coupled with the momentary break in eating, made her suddenly aware of the dense, digesting weight she'd jammed into her stomach. She backed away from the shelf and put her hands to the top of her belly. It was firm. Even standing, it seemed to push up her breasts. She ran her hands down, over the curve of her belly. It was too big for her to hug, and her hands couldn't meet in the middle. She realized she leaned back without thinking about it; her mind had adjusted her posture to support her blooming belly. Otherwise, she would have toppled forward over her gut, pulled down by its weight.

She plopped down on the ground, butt-first, to rest. Fox was about to walk over to her with his last food item, a bag of Om-n-Oms: candy-coated adzuki beans.

BBW reached in with her arm, gripped the shelf, and pulled it over. The backside of the shelf didn't have any food, but the back wall did: a single fridge case. Fox and Amanda were both clear of the shelf when it fell.

"Fox! Over here!" Amanda said. Her belly smothered her legs, just past her knees, and splayed along the ground.

Fox darted past the overturned shelving. He stood over Amanda and ripped open the bag in his hand. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"This baby can take it," she said, patting her gut. It jostled and rippled in her lap.

Fox overturned the bag of Om-n-Oms, pouring a deluge of tiny sweets down her mouth. She swallowed the stream of it gracefully. She downed the whole bag in just a few seconds.

"Oof," she croaked. She leaned back until her back thudded against the floor. Her belly dominated her form, rising over her in a dome of fat over a foot high. It was almost three times as wide as her shoulder span. Her tube top rode up to her chest, leaving her belly bare, rising and lowering with each breath she took. Her fingertips massaged the stiff top of her stomach. She had no hope of reaching its lower half, stuffed solid as it was.

All the while, BBW had pulled herself farther into the store. Then, she had gobbled up the fridge's contents: a cornucopia of milks, creams, and ice creams. They were fattening, filling, and most importantly, delectable. Now her midsection was lodged in the window, and its fat billowed around the rim. With the store ransacked of all its food, BBW was done here. She pushed herself back, but her ballooned belly was lodged. When she pushed herself outwards, she just pushed herself into the pillowy rolls of her middle. The room shook and ceiling rattled with each heave. She'd eaten so much that her waistline filled out the window and then some.

Nervous, Fox knelt down and put a hand under Amanda's back. "C'mon, we better get outta here."

Groggily, she leaned upward. She took Fox's hand and stood. Her belly sloshed as it rolled off of her lap. She leaned on Fox and waddled with him out the front door.

Outside, BBW's rump was propped up in the air, with globular, bouncing cheeks. Her elongated, plumpened legs were about ten feet long, and their thighs and calves wobbled as she tried to yank herself out of the window.

Fox turned to Amanda. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Her gut gurgled distinctly, and she huffed an uneasy breath. "I'll be alright," she said.

The storefront cracked around BBW's belly.

"I don't have much time before she pulls free," Fox noted. "If I was a genetically engineered monstrosity trying to gain weight as fast as possible, where would I go next...?"

The billboards of Central Street answered him. They were programmed to anticipate the desires of passers-by and show them appropriate advertisements. They showed an ad for a nautically-themed fast food chain, Marlowe's.

"Marlowe's?" Fox read.

Amanda grabbed a nearby hover scooter. "Take this," she said. "You'll beat her there."

"I suppose you're right," he said reluctantly. Now was not the time to turn his nose up at transportation, no matter how yuppy. He stepped on the hover scooter, gripped its handlebars, and turned to Amanda. "Thanks for your help in there. Say hi to Slippy for me, alright?"

And with that, he was off.

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The scooter cut through the air effortlessly, forming its path through streets and around obstacles with only the most subtle course changes, even at top speed. The ride was smooth, pleasant, and--dare he say it--fun. All too soon, it cruised to a halt outside Marlowe's.

When Fox entered Marlowe's, patrons were seated at tables munching on breaded fish and fried potatoes in various forms. There were a few holographic projections along the wall; these were interactive menus for ordering food.

A pink-furred cat stood at a menu, gesturing her finger through thin air. She stood with her back to Fox. She sported a protruding, bulbous ass crammed into a shiny pair of leather pants. This was a huge, doorway-challenging ass. It formed a prodigious shelf behind her and bloated several inches past her thighs on either side. The bottom curve of each cheek crashed into her lower thighs and formed rolls. Her thighs themselves were pretty damn thick, too, bulging so far that each one formed a defined crease separating their fat from her tubby calves. She stood with her feet apart from one another, as her stance had been widened by her corpulent legs. She also wore a black top with one sleeve. The other arm was bare, showing its rounded shoulder and jiggly bicep flab. Above her rump, copious lovehandles piled along her back, and Fox could see that her waist tapered in dramatically from her humongous hips. Her pink tail coiled elegantly back and forth while she pondered her order.

He wondered how you could tailor for such a figure.

She finished ordering and turned around. To do so, she shifted from one foot to the other, back and forth, wiggling her oversized, wobbling ass from side to side. Fox recognized her even though her face had plumped up, with bubbly cheeks filling out her white muzzle: this was Katt Monroe. Her tits were nearly as wide as her hips, and their full, rounded expanses were more than an armful each. They met her chest in understated grooves where their pillowy surfaces plumped up. Beneath, a potbelly gut extended from her middle in a wide curve, but it was mostly hidden behind the abounding curves of her bust.

Fox could barely hear pounding asphault from far off. BBW was catching up.

"Everybody out!!" he shouted. Nobody so much as turned to see who was yelling.

Then, a tremendous crash rocked the wall behind Fox, and he dived clear of rubble as it crumbled. The patrons instantly descended into panic and stampeded out of the restaurant.

BBW's arm had swept through the facade of Marlowe's. Her hands were two feet long each, and their pudgy fingers plucked wreckage and tossed it aside with ease. BBW was two stories tall, so she had to get on her hands and knees to fit inside the fast food joint. Her thighs were almost as tall as Fox himself, and they were certainly heavier. Their dense circumference was packed thick with adipose that rubbed together and bumped her belly. Speaking of which, her middle hung wide and curvy from her frame, nearly reaching the ground beneath her in its fatty sweep. Her tits, on the other hand, were just big and round enough to graze the tile floor. Its cold smoothness at the tips of her breasts tickled her.

Most people scampered out, but Fox stayed. Katt ran to him, hauling her haunches and sending quivering vibrations through them with each swing of her legs.

BBW was now crawling through the dining area. Her drooping, bulging gut toppled chairs and tables, and they were swept under her abundant stomach. On the other hand, the booths remained bolted firmly to the ground, and her belly flowed around them.

Katt watched BBW. "You never take a day off, do you, Fox?" she asked.

Fox watched BBW as well. He replied, "I'll return your banter later. Right now, we have a bioweapon on our hands." He turned to Katt. "The more she eats, the bigger she gets."

BBW reached the back of the restaurant, which served as its kitchen. It pumped out greasy, deep-fried sandwiches and sides with an automatic, mechanical assembly line. Before her was a basket of plantains sizzling in a deep frier. Without a second thought, she gripped the basket's handle, raised it from the deep frier to her mouth, and--even as the plantains popped and hissed with extreme heat--gobbled up the triple-breaded treats.

While Fox marvelled at the sight, Katt walked alongside BBW's immense body. Katt was corpulent, with enough lard in her booty to conquer any normal chair, and her rack was so stacked that it put watermelons to shame. And yet, next to BBW's brown-furred thighs, Katt felt small. BBW's frame stored so much more adipose due simply to its length. Her torso was about as long as Katt was tall, and it sported a gut plump enough that it would reach the floor with a few more snacks. Compared to BBW's huge, swaying belly, Katt was a mere pooch of a tummy.

Katt approached BBW's right arm, which propped her up from the floor. Katt bent her knees, and her blubbery thighs squished against her fluffy calves as she tensed her leg muscles. Then, she pounced backwards, hurling her rotund rump square at BBW's right elbow. The force knocked BBW's arm out from under her, and she collapsed on her side. She hit the floor with a terrific slam, and she shook back and forth as the fall sent waves across her obese flesh.

While BBW was recovering, Katt got up. She hopped into the air (no mean feat for someone as heavy as her) and slammed the full weight of her massive ass onto BBW's forearm, landing with a loud pow. BBW winced and struggled to pull her arm up. Katt straddled the forearm, and BBW's attempts to yank it up jostled Katt, jiggling her ass with so many ripples and wobbling her bust left and right. Not even Katt's butt was enough to keep BBW down, though. BBW pushed against the ground with her free arm and, with one great pull, lifted her pinned arm from the ground. Katt was thrown off the arm and fell forward. Her portly belly and tubby tits hit the ground, cushioning her fall. Her chubby chin landed squarely in the luxurious pillows of her overloaded cleavage, and her ass undulated over her chunky legs.

Katt flopped onto her back, and her tits tottered in place. Fox ran to Katt and offered her his hand. "Are you alright?" he asked.

She leaned forward, pulling up her bulky thighs under her wide tits, splaying her boobs broad atop her knees and compressed belly. She reached around her tits to grip Fox's hand, and with a strained heave, he helped her up. "Yeah, but I don't think I'll be getting my order," Katt said.

BBW was rooting through all of the food in the kitchen, cooked and uncooked. She swallowed wrapped and ready-to-go beer battered fish and chips in one gulp and raw fish patties in the next. She had no discrimination, and she had only one motivation: to consume. Fox and Katt heard clattering metal, crumpling paper, and above all, uncouth slurping.

The impact on her figure was clear. Her belly expanded further and further, quickly meeting the ground. As it grew, it pooled under her, spreading out where it could no longer spread down. This was impressive not only because she was gaining feet on her waistline in mere minutes, but also because she was gaining height at the same time. Her thighs approached six feet long. Fox could no longer see over her ample ass; instead, its giant, jiggly cheeks, so round and wide, were at his eye level. If just one of those hefty, flabby orbs sat on him, plopping its dense adipose on his person, he'd be engulfed. He'd be finished. Her tits, on the other hand, were like two mattresses: just the right size that you could lay on one and rest in her plush, furry fat. If she didn't trample you first.

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BBW crawled backwards out of the Marlowe's. A squad of six floating police cars zipped into place outside. On her way out, she accidentally shoved her heel into one, denting the passenger door and kicking it into two more police cars. Those two spun into the three remaining ones. They ended up mashed together in a heap.

Fox and Katt ran out after BBW. She stomped off to terrorize another restaurant. The billboards pointed Fox to BacteriYum, a frozen yogurt shop. The hover scooter was still outside. Fox gripped it. "She'll hit BacteriYum next. Let's get going."

Katt spoke up. "Hold on. Do you still have this thing on autopilot?"

Fox wasn't sure. "Um," he stammered.

"So 'yes,' then," Katt sassed. She kneeled down and found a small hole below the handlebar. She pricked it with her pointed claw. "You really aren't supposed to do this, since it won't automatically guide us around collisions, but it'll be faster if we ride manual."

Fox put a foot on the hover scooter's platform. Katt stopped him.

"Oh no. This isn't an arwing, buddy. I'm driving."

She stepped on and held the handlebars. Fox got on behind her. His pelvis pushed into her outsized ass. To maintain balance, he had to put his arms to her waist and clutch her belly. It squished between his fingers, and his body pressed into her butt cheeks, which flubbed around his hips. She secured him in place by wrapping her pink tail around his waist.

Katt asked, "Ready?"

"Ready," Fox responded.

They took off down the sidewalk.

Katt steered the scooter straight, approaching BBW from behind. She was now about three stories tall. Her thighs mashed together as she swung her legs, and her dense derriere shifted up and down with each step. Each footfall cracked the pavement below and carried a vibration through her legs that undulated across her rump's adipose. Her wide hips danced back and forth in her gait. She wagged her long-haired tail, which brushed up against buildings.

Katt and Fox zoomed past her. Katt steered down a few blocks at breakneck speed.

Fox asked, "Are you here with Falco for the conference?"

Katt answered, "Not officially. But just between you and me, he exercised a little influence to grab me a nice room. That man can be so immature when he needs his kitty."

Katt banked hard into a turn. Fox clung to her belly for dear life. Katt evened them out, and then they were at the BacteriYum.

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Fox released his grip on Katt, and they got off the scooter. They entered the frozen yogurt shop. It was small, with enough room for eight frozen yogurt machines, four circular tables, and a cash register. The decor was modern: everything was white and smooth.

A few folks were in there. Fox and Katt explained the oncoming danger, and everyone left.

Except for one pink hare, Lucy Hare. She wore a sober tan pantsuit and formal white shirt. Her gut formed a serious apron over her legs, draping far enough down to cover her knees. As a result, a large portion of her pants was there just to contain her enormous spare tire. She was thick, too, with meaty, sweeping hips that spanned a few feet. Her haunches were about half as wide as she was tall. Her thighs filled out her pants as soft and heavy tree trunks, and her plump calves ended in cankles. Her pudgy feet fit cute into her dress flats.

Resting atop her belly were two hefty jugs, sitting wide and round at the peak of her jelly belly. They didn't have the stunning presence of Katt's tits; they were more gentle. Katt's rack was the rack of a woman whose body was dominated by absurdly sexy curves. Lucy's bust had curves, to be sure, but they were womanly dollops of pudge on the body of a doughy butterball.

Lucy's arms were beyond flabby, with enough adipose on her forearms to put most women's breasts to shame. Her face was set in a pillowy frame of fat that swaddled her cheeks and lower jaw.

Fox extended his hand. "Lucy, sorry to see you under strained circumstances again." He turned to Katt. "Katt Monroe, this is Lucy Hare."

Lucy shook Katt's hand, and they exchanged a polite greeting. Lucy said, "That bioweapon you described--she isn't powered by magic. Something has to keep her going. My guess would be that she's expending a large amount of energy to haul herself around."

"Well, she's got the energy to burn," Fox said. "She's loaded with fat."

"Yes, but what I mean is that her growth--both outward and upward--must be an incredible strain on her muscles. But somehow, food mitigates that strain. If you can limit her eating, she'll wear herself out. That would be the time to strike."

"Are you sure?" Fox asked. "She seems to be fine so far."

"No, I'm not sure, Fox. The body of research on house-sized anteaters is pretty limited."

Fox smirked. "Alright, smartass. Still, I guess it's the best we got."

Lucy turned to the frozen yogurt dispensers. "Well, I guess that leaves us to eat it before she gets here."

The ground shook beneath them.

"I'll go distract her. That'll buy you time to put away the food," Fox said. He darted out the door.

Quickly, Katt pulled three chairs under the spout of a frozen yogurt dispenser, and Lucy got just as many chairs for the next dispenser.

Katt sat with her back to the dispenser. Her ass splayed broad across the two chairs on either side of her, spreading like two leather cushions. Her titanic tits met her mammoth thighs, hiding her stomach from view. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth under the dispenser's spout. There was one handle for chocolate, one handle for vanilla, and a third handle for both swirled together. Katt pulled the third handle, and with a mechanical whir, chocolate and vanilla flowed out of the spout at a sludgy pace and dripped thick into her maw. She guzzled.

Lucy's rump also filled out three chairs. Her blubbery waist expanded from her frame and met her tubby thighs, forming an exaggerated pear with her lovely girth. While Katt's figure hid her hefty potbelly, Lucy's stomach was on full display. It oozed forth from her in a luxurious slope of supple flesh that swept over her thighs and knees. She too tilted her head back and gulped down frozen yogurt from the spout. Hers was a mixture of acquaberry and coconut frozen yogurts.

Katt enjoyed the rich, creamy texture, the smooth vanilla, and the bittersweet chocolate. She knew how to indulge, and Falco had fostered her decadent tastes. As her belly filled, she felt a spark between her legs. She hadn't binged without Falco before. Normally, his delicate feathers tickled her and his strong arms held her.

In most situations, Falco carried himself with a heavy-handed, brash bearing. But somehow, he had an intuitive grasp of sensuality.

Her filling stomach reminded her of tender moments they shared. She had half a mind to navigate her pudgy paw under her voluminous boobs, between her crushing thighs, and beneath her bulbous, swelling gut,... hopefully to find release there. But now was not the time. She stopped fantasizing about Falco and instead pictured the giant anteater stepping on her while she had her hand lost between her legs. That was not how she wanted to go.

Lucy was in tune with her own carnal desire. She was familiar with the ruttish mood that stuffing put her in. As she sucked down more and more of the frozen dessert, she gripped her belly, kneading it to keep her hands busy. And there was plenty to grip. She groped at folds and layers of fat through her serious attire. She fondled her oversized belly, squeezing and pressing and caressing the landscape of adipose that billowed over her lap.

Katt and Lucy finished at roughly the same time. Both dispensers sputtered with the last ounces of frozen yogurt they had, then dripped a few sad drops of flavor.

Katt pushed her hands under her heaving boobs to rub her gut. "Damn, that stuff is heavy. I'm done," she said.

"Pshh," Lucy scoffed, "lightweight."

"Not many people have room to call me a lightweight," Katt said, "but a gal of your size most certainly does."

"That's funny. 'A gal of my size' takes up so much space that there's not much she DOES have room for."

Lucy got up, lifting her colossal rear from the suffering chairs beneath her. She moved her chairs beneath the next spout, then sat back down in a pool of her own soft, excessive rump. She put her head back and slurped down.

Katt was still turned on by her own stuffing. She watched Lucy chug more dessert, and it was like a contact high of arousal. Katt shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Strangely, the more she watched, the more her desire mounted. Her heart raced as she recognized a yearning for the frumpy mound of growing hare beside her. Her twin hungers for the stong embrace of Falco and the soft cushion of Lucy--this stranger she just met--twisted in and around each other like the two flavors of frozen yogurt that spun around each other before plopping onto Lucy's tongue. She wanted to touch a paw to that belly and feel how soft it was, or put her paw under it and see how heavy it was. Katt wondered how far she would have to press her arm under Lucy's belly before finding her pussy. Katt knew her own thighs were tender and sensitive for all of the pounds of flesh they bore. Were Lucy's fluffy, luscious thighs the same?

Lucy polished off that dispenser, too. She turned to Katt. "I can eat more, but I'm not getting up. Can you push me over to the next one?"

Katt would have jumped at the chance, but she was halted by a crumbling wall. BBW reached her mitt clumsily through the front of the shop, knocking it over as carelessly as a stack of toy blocks. She wrapped her fingers around a frozen yogurt dispenser, then plucked it out.

Outside, BBW laid her 30-foot body on its side, letting her softened middle roll out onto the street and brush against the building where Katt and Lucy remained. BBW propped herself up on one arm and held the dessert machine in one hand. She flicked its top off with her thumb, revealing the hoppers: tubs that held froyo mix, waiting to be served. Her tongue licked up the contents of both hoppers in an instant, and she let the machine clatter to the ground. Lazily, she reached in for another.

Fox dashed into the shop. "Sorry guys," he said to Katt and Lucy, "did the best I could. Let's get outside before this place falls apart."

Lucy said, "I'll need a little help with that." She put a hand to her mouth and hiccupped, jostling her overfed body with thick ripples.

Katt slowly rose to her feet. Her packed middle felt taut, and it weighed her down. She waddled to Lucy with heavy, ponderous steps. Fox approached Lucy from the opposite side. Together, Katt and Fox each wrapped one of Lucy's arms around their neck, then lifted her body from the lineup of three chairs. Katt's enormous hips mashed against Lucy's blimped waist. Lucy's other side fluffed against Fox, pressing fat to his frame while he helped hold her steady.

Together, they lumbered out while BBW picked dessert machines like hors d'oeuvres from a tray.

Lucy said, "That's her? I expected something more threatening. She just seems like a glutton."

Fox responded, "Yeah, a glutton with no regard for life or property. She carves a path of careless destruction on her way to and through her next meal."

BBW tossed aside the last machine. She'd downed five of them like they were candy.

Fox felt another rumbling. It wasn't BBW. It wasn't Lucy or Katt.

"STEP ASIDE," a megaphone echoed. He looked behind to see that they'd called in the guard: a team of armored vehicles stocked with weaponry.

"About time," Fox said.