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Adipose City Short: Jennifer Moore

By Psion

An Adipose City Story

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Jennifer “Tank Ass” Moore’s expression was a mix of emotions as the blond-haired brown bear waddled towards the small Lady Bug ground car. The big she-bear was a pear-shaped mountain of Burger World-fed hibernation blubber, all of it squeezed in a pair of Expandex jeans and a elastic black t-shirt for the pre-Peak cooking show Epic Meal Time. Her immense figure wobbled slightly with every waddling step taken towards the parked automobile, her brown-furred belly bouncing happily as it peeked out from under her t-shirt. Thunderous rump swayed from side to side like a ship at sea as Moore finished waddling up to the car and the occupant that was currently making himself comfortable in the middle of the car’s one “seat.”

Jake was a fat admirer from Rebecca Stone’s little band of people hiding in Adipose City’s collective fat folds and apparently a big fan of Moore’s exploits as a Burger World agent. Normally Jennifer didn’t care much for fanboys but Stone’s gang was all right as far as she cared and Jake was… well what was the harm in letting him ride with her as she drove incognito for a little food run? A little food run by Adipose City’s standards at least.

Without even saying a word to him, Moore sat down and took up the Lady Bug’s entire seat, burying Jake beneath her voluminous ass and mammoth thighs. Shifting her weight around to better make herself comfortable and to make Jake into a better seat cushion, she let him sink deep into her burger-fed bottom. The Expandex denim making up the seat of her pants was the only thing keeping the slender man from disappearing into her rump crack, sandwiching him between the memory foam couch and her equally soft rump. The Burger World Road Hog smiled as she felt him squirm and wiggle around to get into a good position for the long car ride ahead. That reformed PEC bitch currently shaking it at Club Derriere was right; Jake really did have magical hands.

“Alright shrimp, can you hear me back there?” Moore asked bluntly as she shut door and buckled herself up. Beneath her, the bear felt something that felt like a nod. “Okay then shrimpy, here’s how it’s going to work. Only real men get in between these thighs. You have an hour to prove you’re one by pledging unwavering allegiance to this booty. Fall short and I’ll literally eat you for dessert. Understood?”

Jake clearly understood and showed it by kissing her on the rump cheek. Moore smiled again and started the car. Time to see what the competition was doing for the drive-thru and grab-n-go business. First was a PanAsia kiosk for a huge edible cardboard container as big as her head and full of lo mein with thick noodles. Burying her face in the carton, she unceremoniously began to slurp up the lo mein as Jake continued his routine of rubbing and nuzzling her bottom. Hands sank into soft rump flab, unhindered by the tight denim stretched over the she-bear’s voluminous rear. Blue eyes fluttered as Jennifer felt herself be lulled into a state of bliss, the otherwise grumpy bear realizing that she was genuinely starting to enjoy herself. Time to test his resolve and see how well he performed under duress, she decided and started the car up again, if Jake wanted an easy ride he should have went with Aristo.

Second course was grab-and-go pizza provided by a bright red Italiana vending machine microwaving and dispensing pizzas on demand. Moore was always leery about Italiana products, a few encounters she’d sooner forget reinforced her impression that the Sicilian megacorp were a bunch of horribly cheap bastards, cutting corners with subpar ingredients and poor quality control. Their pizza wasn’t too bad though, not as good as Burger World’s own entries, but not bad. Something about the modern pizza not being Italian originally or something. Moore tried to recall the details as she gorged on an extra-large meat lover’s pizza then gave up and focused on the food in front of her. Once the pizza was consigned to her waistline, she headed off to her next course.

Moore’s third course was at Burger World’s long standing rival, Taco King. Pulling up to the burrito automat owned by the Latin American food corp, Tank Ass activated a small device hidden in her car that allowed her to take free product from her company rivals. Grabbing several huge burritos loaded with refried beans and wrapped in soy paper dripping with meat juice from beef, pork, or chicken, Moore started to binge in earnest. Juice dribbled down her chin and she took that first spicy bite of a chicken burrito and quickly wolfed it down. Two, three, four, five, six… Moore pride herself on having the ability to empty an entire Taco King burrito vending machine by herself in one sitting, El Jefe had yet to make a spice that was too hot for her mouth. Finally the machine beeped that it was empty and that a request for a refill had been sent to the nearest Taco King facility.

Driving off before the rival corporation could detect her duplicity, Moore leaned back into the Lady Bug’s couch and celebrated her victory with a proud belch. Her already considerable belly bulged as the burritos absorbed the moisture in her stomach and swelled up. Despite having eaten enough food to last a PEC grunt for a week, her redheaded booty slave remained unfazed by the bear’s growing weight. Indeed, the slender man continued to make an increasingly tangible impression against her marshmallow soft rear, hands managing to slip in under her Expandex jeans and teasingly play with her panty line, running the bear’s elastic underwear between his fingers as he continued to rub down her expansive backside. Yes, Jake had definitely earned a second date. But then again the night was still young and Moore still had plenty of room in her belly, maybe some food play was in order…

Adipose City Short: Hotcakes

Red Maples operative Hotcakes regarded her surroundings with a warm gaze in her pale green eyes as she waddled through the pre-fabricated weight-gain clinic. The Canadian Burger World agent had traded her usual cold-weather camouflage uniform for white Expandex scrubs stretched tight over her bottom-heavy figure, a mountain of white on white she decided with a giggle. The thunderous artic vixen smiled as she felt the tight fabric hug her plump pancake-fed rump and awe-inspiring burger-padded thighs, playfully teasing the bed-ridden patients in the Burger World field clinic with a provocative stride as she made her rounds. Treating former test subjects for new varieties of the drug cocktails PEC liked to put into their lipoguns was always emotionally taxing but Hotcakes found it rewarding as well. At least in ways that wouldn’t be particularly approved of by her stodgier Druggist associates but the snowy vixen wasn’t troubled by those old-world protocols. Plus it was a perfectly good excuse to test new fattening compounds and weight-gain supplements, something no Druggist could truly say no to.

Delicate vulpine fingers gently rubbed softening abdomens and thickening waistlines as formerly anorexic test subjects began regain a healthy bodyweight, Hotcakes smiled reassuringly to patients as she recorded their progress, soothingly caressing the cheeks of a few she found particularly cute. And then her rounds took her towards to the one patient that made her heart sink. One patient, a gaunt human male of Asian descent, would not demonstrate a positive response to any of the treatment methods she had available. It wasn’t for a lack of will, the patient was quite cooperative, but no matter what she tried he just continued to waste away right before her eyes. Blood and other tissue samples had been taken for analysis but even with the technology Burger World had access to that was a process that could take days. Hence his transfer to a facility that was above her pay grade and the empty bed where his emaciated body once lay. Running a gloved hand along the side of the empty bed, Hotcakes sighed and brushed a tear from her eye. Maybe there was something to that stodgy thinking after all. Looks like she was going to spend another long night at the company mess hall…

Tonight was a good night for comfort food in the company mess hall, the vixen decided as she finished her third plate of macaroni and cheese with a side of cheesy fries, washing it all down with a deluxe-size cola. Starches drowned in cheese, real cheese no less. Not that plastic-tasting rubbish Italiana charitably called cheese, but real cheese ends ground together in a mosaic of different flavors from mellow to pungent. Overstuffed hips and round rump seated on two reinforced metal stools, her soft doughy legs sinking into the mess hall furniture as she attracted more then a few inappropriate looks from coworkers wishing they could have her hotcakes on their plate. Her stomach groaned happily as she finished stuffing herself and leaned back to enjoy the sensation of her plump butt squishing the sturdy metal stools. A belly full of carbohydrates and a triple-stacked double-bacon cheeseburger for lunch everyday, and to think people wondered what the secret to her Canadian thighs were. Still, there was no filling the hole in her heart after being unable to help a patient. Not without a lot more food at least….

The short hop from the Burger World base camp to the Phatstacks eatery in the nearby town gave her stomach enough time to loosen up some of the food she crammed into it. Whether she had made enough room for the Deluxe Grand Slammer she was about to stuff her face with was going to be a different matter. Sitting down in the patriotic red and white upholstered plastic booth and looking down at the plate in front of her, thunderous thighs spread across the entire length of the plastic bench. Four light and fluffy pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, topped with butter, and served with a side of scramble eggs and bacon strips. There was easily a pound and a half of food on the plate ready to make the journey down her vulpine gullet and Hotcakes wasn’t about to make it wait. Picking up a fork and spearing that first bite of pancake, she started greedily shoveling the contents of the Grand Slammer with a rapid series of dainty bites. As she worked to demolish the inappropriately timed breakfast platter, the vixen’s stomach began to emit a pained groan as it began the laborious task of working through everything she ate. Soon the growing bellyache made it hard to think about anything else, allowing Hotcakes to lean back and enjoy the bloated fullness of her abdomen. The vixen just leaned back into the cushioned bench that was barely wide enough to seat her massive thunder thighs and focused on nothing else but the lead-like weight in her stomach…