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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 5: THE BODY IN THE KITCHEN (PART 1) or FOUR LITTLE PIGS

Written by: MISS JANE MAPLE

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"Feeder's log, starweight 256.80. Krystal and I are on our way to a boring state dinner on Fortuna.

"The stereotype is that everyone from Fortuna is, to put it bluntly, fat. And it bears out in truth, at least economically speaking. Corneria and Fortuna are great trade allies--Corneria exports medicine and technology for managing heavy lifestyles, and it imports delicious dino burgers. Aside from that, the wildlife on Fortuna is huge, and the planet is covered in feathered beasts called dinosaurs. The tons of oversized livestock probably add to Fortuna's waistline.

"Anyway, after we park the Great Fox on Fortuna, a limo will pick us up and take us to the prime minister's mansion. First, we'll dine with the prime minister and leaders of the three main political parties. Then, we'll stay the night and have breakfast the next day. Afterwards, Krystal will engage in foreign policy talks with the prime minister."

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So, Krystal and Fox arrived at the prime minister's mansion. It was palatial. Krystal and Fox exited their limo before a white house that was 50 meters wide and three stories tall. From the top hung decorative moulding in the shape of white drapes, as if the whole thing was one giant wedding cake.

Krystal wore a long dress covered in black sequins. She knew of the eating habits on Fortuna, so she'd purposely ordered something a little loose. She hadn't anticipated how quickly she would fill it out, though. Her round belly pressed against it, and every curve was perfectly visible through the dress. Her full breasts rest heavy but perky atop her stomach. They were tastefully cradled by her dress, but a few inches of white rounded cleavage still showed at the top. The straps of her dress wrapped over her shoulders, which were just a touch thicker and rounder than they had been months ago. Their subtly fattened flesh led down to chunky, blue-furred biceps. They were pillowy in their own right, and her weight gain had stretched their white tattoos. The pudge under her jawline had grown, too. Now that it was perfectly visible, it had graduated to a proper double chin.

Her wide hips lent yet more curves to her figure. In her elegant dress, their sweep crested a few inches wider than her gut. Her dress also clung to her plump butt cheeks, but it hung freely from there. A hole in the back let her fluffy blue tail hang out. Above that, the dress rigorously conformed to her lovehandles. They formed a crease at her sides that wrapped around to her back. Above each crease on her back was a band of flab beneath her shoulder blades.

Fox wore a tuxedo himself, with a black jacket, a white collared shirt, and worst of all, a black bow tie. He tugged at the bow tie, but somehow couldn't get it to feel comfortable.

"I'm excited," Krystal said, putting a hand to her stomach. "I've never had fresh cuisine from Fortuna before. Only the C-tran products. I'm interested to see how the quality compares."

"I'm sure it'll be an alright time," Fox said.

"I think you'll enjoy it more than that. You always get a kick out of me stuffing my face."

"Yeah, yeah," Fox said, a smile softening his expression.

The driver exited the limo as well. He was a waddling butterball of a collie clad in a tuxedo and chauffeur's cap. Next to him, Krystal looked downright lithe. He led them up a ramp to the front entrance, which was a double door wide enough to comfortably permit two of him side by side. With Krystal's every step, the sway of her hips and the bounce of her ass swished her lower dress back and forth.

The driver gripped a doorknob and leaned forward. He held his face close to a tiny scanner in the door, a retinal scanner that he couldn't approach without leaning to get his gut out of the way. He stood up straight again and pulled open one door for Krystal and Fox.

From inside, a hawk guard pushed the other door open and stood aside. She was even thicker than the driver. Her belly, stuffed into a button-up shirt, draped below her knees, and her hips were wider than a single door. She wore an earpiece and sunglasses. Key information was fed to her sunglasses remotely so that she could read it, but their dark lenses kept the information secret from outside observers.

"Krystal and Fox McCloud," the guard said. "Welcome to Fortuna."

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Through the doorway was a foyer with marble flooring. In the middle of the room was a slender aardvark in a flowing white dress. Her breasts and hips were modest, and she had no belly to speak of: just an apparently flat abdomen. Her long snout and straight, pointed ears lent to her slim look. "Krystal, Fox!" she said. "It looks like everyone is here then."

Krystal and Fox stepped inside, and the guard shut both doors behind them.

In the room with the aardvark were a heavyset zebra, tiger, gazelle, and panther. Fox recognized the panther with some disdain, but kept his mouth shut for the sake of polite company.

Krystal and Fox walked to the aardvark. She was Adelaide Pose, or Addy Pose as her supporters called her. She shook their hands. "Good to see you again, Krystal, and I'm glad to meet your mate," she said.

"Likewise," Fox said.

"I'm sure you remember I'm the leader of the Replumpican party. Let me introduce the other party leaders." Adelaide turned to the zebra first. "Krystal and Fox McCloud, this is Zora Vetsugtig. She's the leader of the National Belly party."

Despite the name of the party, Zora's most distinctive feature was her hips. They spanned a meter and a half wide, piled unimaginably thick with lard. She wore a dark grey pants suit, and Fox could see how her impossibly flabby thighs tapered down to enormously fleshy calves. They formed billowing cankles above her hooves, which were in grey flats. Above her hips, her waist curved sharply inward in a profound pear shape. Her rounded belly stuffed her shirt and pants. It would have been considered obese on any normal Cornerian, but on her figure, it was dwarfed by her hips. Her breasts were plump, too, but her biceps were almost as thick. She rest her flabby arms on her sides. Following the curve of her waist down to her hips, her hands rest on the top of her hips. Her neck was set in a dense but pliant layer of pudge which cushioned her lower jaw. She wore small gold earrings.

She extended a hand to Krystal, then Fox, shaking each in turn. "Lady Krystal, Fox," she said formally.

Then, Adelaide turned to the tiger. "And this is Tobias Gendut. He's the leader of the Demofats."

Tobias was sitting in a woodgrained chair that hovered some inches off of the ground. His arms rest on the chair's arms, and his stomach rolled down to the bottom of the chair. A little platform had been affixed to the front of the chair to hold just a bit more of his gut. He wore a formal shirt that couldn't quite reach down to cover his entire stomach; it stopped a few inches short of the bottom. A sliver of his legs, stuffed into suit pants, were visible under his belly next to the arms of the chair. "Put 'er there," he said, leaning forward and extending a hand. Krystal and Fox both shook it.

Next, Adelaide looked to the gazelle. "Here's Gisele Bidayn, leader of the Five Course Movement party."

Gisele wore a glimmering red dress that just barely contained her breasts. They were broad and plump, and gold studs on the front of her bust held the dress secure across her chest. They obscured Fox's view of most of her stomach, although he could see the bottom curve of her fat belly rest on the front of her figure between two large hips. They were almost as wide as Zora's hips. A slit in the side of her dress ran from her ankle up to her knee, but because her hips were so broad, Fox couldn't see any leg through the slit anyway--the dress hung too wide. On her face, her cheeks were round and soft, contrary to her sharp horns.

She extended a hand forward, reaching a flabby arm over her expansive boobs. "Hello, and welcome, to both of you," she said. Fox and Krystal shook her hand.

The panther spoke next. He was stocky, with broad shoulders, powerful arms and legs, and a barrel of a gut. He wore a white tuxedo and red tie. "Prime Minister Pose, there's no need to introduce us. Although your guests might not recognize me."

Krystal extended her hand. "Panther,... it's been a long time." They shook hands.

Panther Caroso. He was an obnoxious flirt and terrible dogfighter. Fox had left Krystal some years ago, and after that, Panther won Krystal's romantic affections. Of course, after that, Krystal left Panther and returned to Fox. Fox hated the guy, but he kept his cool.

Fox couldn't read Krystal's expression, but he knew how to break the tension. "So, are you an MP too?" He put forward his hand.

Panther shook Fox's hand vigorously. "Member of parliament? Heavens, no. I'm here as an underhanded lobbyist."

"Umm... yeah?" Fox responded, confused.

Krystal chuckled and patted Fox's shoulder with the back of her hand. "He's aiming wry humor at himself. Panther is a famed meat supplier and big game hunter. So, he's a mover and shaker here on Fortuna."

"Emphasis on the shaking," Panther said before rapping his knuckles on his beefy paunch. It actually didn't shake that much, Fox noted.

Krystal, meanwhile, made note of their company to keep everyone straight. There was Addy, the slender aardvark; Zora, the zebra with incredible hips; Tobias, the tiger bound to a chair by his gargantuan stomach; and Gisele, the gazelle whose bust made Krystal's back hurt just looking at it. Oh, and Panther,... who wasn't a bad looker.

Addy spoke. "Now that introductions are out of the way, dinner should be ready!"

Krystal's belly uttered an eager growl, ready to chow down.

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Adelaide Pose led everyone from the foyer, through a drawing room, to the dining room. The table was large, but every chair was the size of a loveseat. One chair sat at the head of the table, and three more chairs were lined up on each side.

There were cards designating seating. Krystal found her place at Adelaide's left, and Fox joined the chair with her. Even together, they didn't fill up the seat. "Fox," she giggled, "you have your own chair."

Fox looked to his left and found the card labelled "Fox McCloud" in delicate handwriting in front of its own ginormous chair. He got up from Krystal's seat and went to his own.

Everyone else found their place, and a server removed one of the chairs so that Tobias could slide his hover chair up to the table. Everyone had their own plate, silverware, a glass of water, and a glass of wine.

A server entered the dining room from the kitchen and placed a platter on the table before Adelaide. On it was a glistening roast pterodactyl. Its aroma was rich and savory with a delicate hint of lemon. Adelaide took a wing and passed the roast's platter to her right, where Zora sat. Krystal's nose gorged itself on the scent. She could not wait for her turn. Although, with Addy passing it that way, the platter would go around the entire table and arrive to Krystal last.

Another platter went down on the table before Adelaide, this time holding stuffing. Krystal licked her lips. Addy took some and passed it on to Zora. Then came a platter of little green palm-sized balls dusted with pepper, garlic, and parmesan. They were a local cabbage. Lastly, a platter arrived with a beautiful dodora roast. Krystal salivated as Adelaide sliced its juicy, reddish pink meat.

Krystal's stomach rumbled, demanding that she leap on the table and swipe the roast for herself. But decorum won over, and Krystal remained seated, even while Adelaide passed the delectable meat rightward to Zora.

One by one, each dinner guest took heaping servings from each of the four dishes. By the end of the loop--where Panther passed off the platters to Fox--there was just a pterodactyl drumstick and a scoop of stuffing left. Even the juice from the roast had been drained. Krystal took the drumstick, and Fox took the stuffing. Krystal bit into her drumstick with resentment. Everyone else but Fox and Adelaide had mountains of food amassed on their plate.

Adelaide cut off a bite of dodora roast and chewed it. "Mm!" she said before swallowing. "Panther, this dodora roast is something else."

"Don't thank me, thank your wonderful cooks," he said.

Tobias said, "There's no call for humility, boy. This tender, gamey meat--your wild, hunted dodora are a marvel. Farm-raised dodora is well and good, but this is superb."

Zora, the zebra, was digging into a grand clump of stuffing on her plate. Her haunches fit snug into the chair, with her blubbery hips and thighs flowing to each side and then some. Her dense rump piled thick behind her. It rested as high as her lovehandles and pushed her out from the back of the chair. Sitting, her pants failed to come up all the way. Bare black-and-white-striped zebra ass muffin topped above the backside of her pants' waistband. Her short tail barely covered her crack, laying in the cleavage between two the mounds of her butt.

Zora leaned forward to reach the table, squishing her gut against it. Her bountiful breasts loomed over her plate, but they didn't impede her progress. She was easily able to reach her right arm around them to scoop spoonfuls of stuffing, although her portly bicep would nudge her plump breast in the process. She would swoop her spoon up over her hefty breasts directly into her mouth, then plunge the spoon again into the stuffing. On the swoop into her mouth, the motion pressed her chunky right arm against her rounded bust. Then, the swoop down to the plate would separate her arm from her breast. The cycle was a mesmerizing play of fat as her arm chub spread flat against her closer breast, which itself pushed into her farther breast; on the other end of the cycle, her arm flab would round out as it parted from her chest, which itself came to settle neatly atop her stomach again.

Krystal took small bites at her drumstick while eyeing Zora's stuffing. The drumstick was fantastic, but she wondered what the stuffing tasted like. It was dotted with green, white, and purple flecks from the curious flora local to Fortuna. Her belly felt empty.

Time passed as everyone ate. Adelaide turned to Krystal. "Secretary Krystal, how do you find the food so far? I'm interested to hear a Cornerian's perspective."

"Oh, delectable, I would say," Krystal said. "I'll have to see about visiting more often just for the cuisine." Her stomach growled.

Gisele, the gazelle, leaned back in her chair. Her hips just barely glanced against each arm of the chair. Her white-furred bust spread wide and thick atop her belly. It met the table and rolled over it by some inches. So, she rest her plate on her bare cleavage. Below, her titanic breasts smothered her belly. Her stomach squished between her chest and thighs, and its pudge reached as far as her knees. That was at her front, however--on her sides, even though her sideboob fat was thick and heavy, the soft rolls of her waist were still visible beneath. If you could spy it below her vast biceps, anyway.

She propped her right forearm on her breast, leaning her flabby arm against her panoramic tits. From there, she could spear her fork into the cabbage balls on her plate one at a time, depositing each one by one in her mouth. Her pudgy forearm formed a crease at her wrist which became especially prominent as she flicked her hand back and forth to throw food from her plate into her mouth. Once her maw captured food, each chew jiggled her mouth's cheeks. One benefit to using her tits as a tray table was that she could bring food to her mouth with less effort.

Fox noticed Krystal nibbling at her drumstick, now halfway finished. To his left sat Panther. Panther was busy wagging his jaws in talk, so Fox slowly reached over. His hand hovered over a slice of the dodora roast when Panther poked Fox's hand with the fork. Fox pulled his hand back.

The discussion and feasting persisted. Underneath their talking, the ravenous dinner guests formed a soundscape of smacking lips and chewing teeth. Over time, they reduced the mountains of food on their plates to big hills.

Zora's huge haunches plugged the oversized chair, and she had no room to spread her thighs as her gut filled with food. To compensate, she gripped her belt buckle with her chubby little fingertips and unbuckled it. Her bottom belly roll flooded out above her pants and under her shirt, showing the entirety of her black-and-white swollen spare tire. It spanned from her front, around her sides, all the way to her back and lovehandles. It was no doubt under pressure from a stomach that she'd stuffed and would continue to stuff.

Zora turned to Adelaide with her mouth full of roast pterodactyl. "Do you (munch, munch) really think that (hic) you can afford to let (urrrp) the cake icing legislation pass? It would (chew, chew) stifle innovation." Zora swallowed, put a hand to her chest, and belched.

Krystal was famished to begin with, and she was already watching everyone else gorge themselves. Now they were going to start talking about laws regulating food, too? Her belly snarled. She put a hand to her plump gut, hoping to soothe it.

Gisele the busty gazelle, meanwhile, had moved her plate to the table. Her growing belly was still invisible under her breasts. However, its growth propped up her breasts the more and more she packed into it. As her belly rounded out, the top of her boobs became rounder as well, making it impossible to balance the plate. So, instead, she had to put her plate on the table, then reach around her tits to reach her food. Her breasts rolled over onto her plate somewhat, but was just about able to reach over them.

She seemed to be caught in a hiccuping fit, where each hiccup jostled her body, rippling the rolling landscape of her titanic tits. "(hic) That icing legislation (hic) is crucial. It's (hic) not right that (hic) we wouldn't hold our (hic) bakers accountable." Each time her hiccups made her fat-laden chest leap, Fox worried (hoped?) that her breasts would hop right out of her dress.

Gisele cut off a huge chunk of roast dodora and raised the alluring, red meat to her lips. She bit it off the fork. But, lacking upper incisors and canines, she would have to chew it a while. That was fine with her--more time to savor its incredible taste. She chewed and chewed, bouncing her bubbly cheeks.

More talking and eating. Eventually, the feasters' pace slowed. Their plates came to resemble plains instead of hills, with only one or two helpings of each dish.

Tobias the chair-bound tiger said, "There's certainly appetite for icing reform. As usual, Zora, you are far to the right of the average Fortunan." He forked the last item on his plate, a piece of pterodactyl, and ate it.

The slender Adelaide sat back, satisfied. Her plate was empty, but she had eaten a mere fraction of what the others had eaten. "Yes, we'll need something. I just don't think it will be as zealous as what you or Gisele are looking for."

Krystal's belly growled pitifully. She found that her rumblings took the edge off of her hunger and blunted its pain.

A mound of stuffing remained on stacked Gisele's plate. She gobbled it in three forkfuls. With that, the mountain that had once been on her plate was now entirely transferred to her midsection. She burped, "Bwoorrp." Then, she hefted her breasts upward, jiggling their heaping flesh. She put her pudgy hands under them on her distended gut. It was a familiar feeling, squishing her hands under her ponderous breasts and on top of her bloated belly. It was a good one, too. The golden studs on front of her bust looked tensed, like the pressure of her growth pushed out on her clothing.

Tobias said, "Having a bit of," he paused and held a hand to his mouth, then lowered it, "indigestion, Gisele?"

"Hardly. I could (urp) eat you under the table any day."

"Ha! Fat chance."

"You're just jealous that you could never outdo my burps in a contest, anyway," Gisele said flippantly while turning her head away.

Zora the zebra chewed through the remaining slice of dodora roast on her plate. Her fur poked between the buttons in her shirt--every one of them looked ready to pop off like tiny tailored firecrackers. Then, a belch boomed forth from her as she clutched her stomach: "BurrORRRRRP." It was so fierce that it even shook her gold earrings. Its volume commanded the attention of everyone at the table.

Tobias clapped. "Well done," he said, "although I have heard far better."

Zora snorted. "I didn't do it for your approval. I did it to prove that burps are not the measure of a person. Something perhaps your constituents would do well to learn."

Panther leaned over to Fox. "Well, Fox, welcome to politics on Fortuna," he said. His plate was clean, without a speck of food. Yet his gut looked no larger than before.

"Thanks?" Fox replied.

"Shall we retire to the drawing room?" Adelaide asked. She rose from her chair.

"That's a fine idea," Tobias responded.

Zora backed her chair from the table. Then, she spread her arms to her sides and leaned forward. She began straightening her legs to stand, but her dinner chair came up with her. She put her chubby hands behind her and gripped the back of the chair to push it off of her ass. It fell to the floor, and she stood up completely. Gravity let more of her belly spill out between her shirt and pants. Now, Fox could see all of its bottom roll up to a few inches above her navel. Slowly, she waddled towards the drawing room doorway, pawing her sloshing stomach as she slid one bulky thigh past the other. Each lumbering footfall shook her colossal rear. They weren't ripples, they were full on waves.

Gisele stood up as well. As she did, her boobs stopped leaning on the table and laid on her midsection instead. Now bulging and inflated, her stomach took up more volume. It made her breasts look even fuller, but it also pushed them up and out far enough that Fox could see a few more inches of its copious curves. Gisele held her hands under her belly as she waddled out to the drawing room. Each bobbing step imparted momentum to her boobs, which shifted back and forth atop her enlarged gut.

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After dinner, everyone's discussions devolved further and further into petty arguments. Fox and Krystal sought respite in their room. The evening was dragging on, and it wouldn't be long before the others turned in as well.

Krystal and Fox settled in bed. Krystal's belly growled, and Fox put a hand to it. It felt warm and soft under his palm, a feeling ever arousing.

"Want me to go raid the fridge? She's bound to have something," Fox asked.

"No, I'd like some dignity," Krystal responded. "Even if you'd be getting it. I've been invited as a foreign dignitary, not for a sleepover."

"Alright," Fox said.

Fox drifted off to sleep, but Krystal's pained stomach kept her up. The hours passed, 11 to 12 to 1. Just as she thought she might enter slumber, a distant thud jolted her awake.

"Damnit," she muttered.

That was it. It was past midnight, and she was starving. Krystal was sure Adelaide Pose would understand if she nicked a few things from the kitchen. She rose from bed and left the room clad in a sheer negligee that hung loose from her body. Fox stayed behind, deep in sleep.

The hallway was dark, so Krystal put her hand to the wall to find her way. Robbed of sight, she could only feel the wall at her fingers and the soft carpet under her feet. She came to the drawing room. Here, a large bay window let in enough moonlight so that she could navigate past the furniture: a couch here, a table there. Past that was the dining room, and one room further, the kitchen.

Enough light trickled in from the drawing room that she could fumble her way to a fridge. She opened the door, and its light blasted her eyes. After adjusting, she realized the top shelf was empty. So was the second shelf... nothing in the crisper drawer, either. Either the prime minister had a second fridge, or she was expecting to get more food before breakfast tomorrow.

Krystal looked to the door of the fridge. It was empty, too. But she noticed a strange figure next to the fridge, as well. She thought she spotted pants. She slowly opened the door wider, and light crept up the figure. Above the pants was a shirt, and above that, a contorted face with eyes wide open.

"Miss Pose?" Krystal asked feebly. But she knew not to expect a response.

"Lights." The house's central computer obeyed, and lights came on overhead. Adelaide lay sprawled flat on her back. She wore a horrible grimace with shocked eyes and agape blue lips. On her neck was a strange golden nub. It was a tiny loop, like an earring or the stud from a piece of clothing. The white tile floor gleamed under the kitchen lights.

"Help!" Krystal demanded. The computer would call the prime minister's guard, who would report to the kitchen. There, the guard would find the body in the kitchen.