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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 7: RAT TRAP (PART 1)

Written by: TIM MINK-EAR

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"Feeder's log, starweight 278.59. We passed between Solar and Zoness on our way to a conference on Macbeth. We drifted through space without a care until we received a call for help."

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Fox and Krystal laid in their bed aboard the Great Fox. Krystal lay on her side. Splayed on the bed, her belly spread forward a foot and a half from her back. Her weight formed a dent in the bed which curved the mattress downwards towards her body. Fox happily shared the dent with her, and presently, he spooned her, pressing his front into her back. His elbow rest in a fold just above her waist, a crevice that outlined her monster truck spare tire. His fingertips reached the edge of her stomach. He gently brushed her warm belly up and down, and he revelled in its soft expanse. Further up her body, her stomach tapered off below two hefty breasts that lay heavily, one atop the other. Lower, her thick waist fanned out into voluminous hips, twice as wide as his. His own pelvis pressed into her ample butt, and his legs lay beside hers.

Her stomach growled.

"You awake, babe?" he asked.

"Yeah..." she mumbled. "Can you get me some breakfast?"

"Yes ma'am." He leapt out of bed and almost headed for the kitchen before he spotted a jar of purple fluid on their dresser. The expansion formula that Lucy Hare had gifted them after saving her at the university. They hadn't tried it yet, and this was the perfect lazy morning for it. He picked it up and turned to Krystal. "Why don't we make it interesting while we're at it?"

She smirked. "Okay, let's try it." Fox handed it to her, and she took a swig. This formula would have an elastic effect on her stomach. It would stretch and conform to any amount of food ingested.

Then, ROB's voice interrupted: "INCOMING DISTRESS SIGNAL."

Fox turned upward, as if speaking to something above him. "Put it on in here, ROB."

A patch of the wall opened up, revealing a screen. It showed the image of a female rat, huddled in a dark, dingy grey corner. Her arm reached offscreen, presumably holding the camera that recorded her. The view looked down on her. Her eyes were wet, and mascara ran down her cheeks past her whiskers. Two cutesy buck teeth poked out under her quivering front lip. She was clad in a skimpy hot pink tube top with boobs almost bubbling over. Below were washboard abs on a tiny waist, and she wore a leopard print miniskirt that barely covered her meaty thighs.

She spoke with a wavering voice. "If anyone is out there, please help me." She sniffled. "I'm trapped. I don't know how much time I have. My coordinates are attached to this video." She gasped, and the video cut off.

Fox looked on at the screen. "Obviously a scam," he said. These kinds of distress signals were common: helpless, sexy young lasses crying desperately for help, conveniently in some remote stretch of space. But she would just be an actor, and any ships would be ambushed upon reaching the coordinates. They'd rob everything they could and leave you for dead. Space pirates used the tactic because it worked.

"Right," Krystal said, lounging in bed.

"And that's why we're going," Fox said.

"What?" Krystal turned to Fox, not sure if it was a joke. She propped herself up on one elbow and rested her other arm on her pillowy paunch, pooled out on the bed before her.

"As a young fox, I was foolhardy enough to fall for amateur tricks like this. We need to step in before they make a victim of someone." He was serious.

"And as an older fox, you're foolhardy enough to step directly into a trap."

He smiled and turned to Krystal. "That's right. ROB, get us those coordinates." He pulled on his pants and turned to his boots.

"OPENING ATTACHMENT," said ROB.

The lights flickered out, leaving Fox and Krystal in darkness.

"ROB?" Fox asked. No response. Fox headed for the door, but a sudden lethargy overcame him. His legs became too heavy to lift.

"That was a virus," Krystal uttered wearily.

His last thought was, "When was the last time I updated the malware protection?" before blacking out.

A malicious program, embedded in the attachment to the distress signal, had zipped through ROB and into the ship's power and air management systems. Krystal and Fox were knocked out under the power of a gaseous muscle relaxant.

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They awoke on the floor of a tiny, grey, dusty room. They were each in their own cell behind locked bars. A single light overhead lit the room, albeit poorly. Krystal was in her nightie: a large, loose shirt which draped over her belly and covered the top of her thighs. Fox was just in his pants.

They were greeted by an obese rat woman. She wore her blonde hair long and straight. Two chunky cheeks softened her face. Her head-sized breasts lay upon a ponderous belly, and they were squeezed into a tube top that couldn't muster to cover any of her midsection. Her stomach draped downward, covering her leopard print mini-skirt from the front. The skirt itself barely wrapped around her hips, which were the only part of her wider than her belly. The skirt tucked into a fold below her corpulent love handles, and it held only the top half of her butt, composed of two beach ball-sized orbs of quivering fat. Her tree trunk thighs and flabby calves were on full display. Fox bet he could completely hide one of his hands in the folds at her knees. Below, her fattened feet were stuffed into flashy pumps.

She put her hands on her hips, gripping them with her thick-as-sausage fingers, sending a jiggle through her biceps. Her pink tail coiled back and forth slowly as she considered her prey. Behind her slouched (or should I say, cowered) a scrawny owl man with overlarge glasses balanced on his beak.

She said, "It's been so long since I've had company over for dinner."

Krystal sat up in her cell, groggy. Her stomach growled audibly.

The rat sauntered over to Krystal's cell. Her hips swung to and fro in turn, bouncing one massive butt cheek with each step, then the next--no doubt aided by her heels. Her legs also pushed forward her lower stomach roll, accentuating its lardy weight. Her form was so thickened that her arms did not swing back and forth as she walked; instead, she held them out to her sides, sweeping in semi-circles around her oversized waist.

The rat looked down to Krystal. "Is fatty hungry?" she said.

"I skipped breakfast..." Krystal said, still waking up.

The rat reached into her wobbling cleavage and pulled out a white tube about a foot long. It was labelled "NUTRIENT PASTE" in plain black lettering. She ripped off the cap and tilted the tube into her mouth. Out came grey mush, and she greedily gulped down every drop of it with loud slurping. She finished the tube with a sigh of satisfaction.

She tossed the empty tube into Krystal's cell. "Maybe skipping a meal will be good for you, porker," she said.

Then she turned to Fox's cell. Fox was standing and watching with a scowl at his cell bars. She put her face in his, clutched her gut, then uttered a loud, rippling belch. The rat looked him up and down. His face remained resolute, with eyes of defiance. But his loins betrayed desire.

"Don't tell me you're turned on by this..." she said with an impish smile curling the edge of her mouth. "My advertising doesn't usually draw your ilk. Maybe we can have some fun before the main course. You can call me Veronica."

It suddenly clicked for Fox. Her voice was a little huskier, but he definitely had heard it before. Fox started, "You're--"

"That's right. I'm that adorable girl from the video. But since then, my guests have broadened me in so many ways." She rubbed the sides of her belly up and down for emphasis. Even with her arms fully extended, she couldn't reach around to the front of her stomach. At the same time, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue over her teeth. They were glistening and sharp.

She said, "You might be enough to finally burst a seam in my skirt."

"Run that by me again?" Fox said, chuckling nervously.

"The body stores excess energy as adipose. Little men like you tend to develop my derriere. Not that I could blame them," she said with a wink. She turned and pressed her rump into the bars of Fox's cell. It must've been three feet wide; three feet of thick, plush booty squeezing through the bars. "Take a good look," she said teasingly, "look long and... hard." Fox wondered: if she pressed her whole weight on the bars, would they bend?

She stepped away from the cell and looked back over her shoulder. "Can't wait for dinner." She left the room.

Fox gulped, regretting what he had gotten them into.

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The owl remained in the room. "What's she off to do?" Fox demanded.

The owl snapped back, "Taking a look at your ship. Using my virus, we commandeered it, then threw you in these cells."

Fox nodded. Made sense. "Can you let us out?"

"No," the owl said curtly.

Krystal's belly growled again. She pawed her doughy middle up and down, trying to ease the hunger clawing within her.

The owl turned to her, flustered. "Stop that grumbling! It's very... distracting."

Krystal rolled her eyes. "I might consider stopping if I ate something. Have any food?"

"Yes," he said.

A pause. Clearly her question hadn't come through 100%. "Can I have some?" she asked.

"Nope. The food's just for us."

"Then I don't know what to tell you. I'm not getting any less hungry."

The owl turned away from Krystal and paced the small room a few times, muttering to himself. Abruptly, he wheeled towards the door and left the room. Seconds later, he came back with a white tube also marked NUTRIENT PASTE.

Nutrient Paste was a food substitute designed for survival and nothing else. It was the kind of thing some people went their whole lives without eating, and other people went their whole lives only eating.

He handed the tube to Krystal. As she leaned forward, her belly scrunched in her lap, forming new folds. She said, "Thanks. What's your name again?"

"Otto." he said. His tone was losing a bit of its annoyance.

She picked the lid off. "Well, cheers, Otto," she said, gesturing the tube upward. Then, she tilted it against her lips cautiously. The grey mush flowed out into her mouth slowly. It was almost flavorless, with just tiny bitter and sour notes. Its texture was wet and gritty. After taking the first gulp, she thought she felt it thud against the floor of her stomach. The experience wasn't gross or disgusting per se, but it was without any enjoyment. Aside from quelling the ravenous hunger of her rowdy belly.

She drank slowly, and Otto watched eagerly. She finished the tube and saw him staring at her intently. She didn't appreciate the attention, but something told her she could use this to her advantage.

"Did you like that, Otto?" she said softly.

"Not much..." he said, suddenly turning away from her.

She was right. This was her opportunity to reach the outside world for help. "You know what I could really go for?" she said.

He waited a beat and said, "What?"

"Some pizza," she said. She pressed and pinched her stomach to show off its fat to Otto.

"Some what?" he said.

Fox interrupted. "She means space pizza."

Otto responded, "No can do. We jam all communication signals unless we're putting out a distress signal for saps. And there's no way we'd invite a space pizza delivery willy nilly--too much attention."

"Please?" Krystal pleaded.

"No!" Otto screeched. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Fox and Krystal looked to each other, tired and desperate. Fox wanted to say something witty, and Krystal something logical, but nothing came to mind for either.

Otto opened the door again. He stepped in clumsily while he balanced a pile of Nutrient Paste tubes in his arms. He kicked the door closed, then laid all of the tubes just outside of Krystal's cell. There must have been ten tubes, about five days' worth of food for a single person. "This is all of the food we have left. Take it, alright? Just don't ask for space pizza." He kneeled on the floor and slid the tubes into Krystal's cell.

"Would it make you happy if I ate all of this?" Krystal asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Otto said, blushing. "You wanted the food. I just want you to shut up."

She sat cross-legged, forming a circle by overlapping her lower legs, and her belly rolled forward into the gap between her legs. She got to work, taking the first tube and guzzling it. As she drank, each gulp sent a wobble through her pudgy double chin.

Otto's eyes were glued to her. She wasn't sure what to do, but the more she led Otto along, the more opportunity she would have for manipulating him. She finished the first tube and started a second.

Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out. Her right arm picked up a third tube to drink, and her left arm rested at her side. She could feel her stomach push against her arm ever so faintly. Her stomach also encroached upon her lower legs as it swelled forward. Her belly pinned the nightshirt against her legs, stretching it uncomfortably, so Krystal yanked the shirt up and let it rest over her legs.

She polished that one off, then gulped down a fourth. Four tubes--that was two day's worth of food in about a minute, but she didn't feel any pressure or fullness. It was a feat made only possible by the expansion formula.

"You're just trying to make me big and fat," she said to Otto playfully. He shifted uncomfortably. "I'm going to make a big, plump roast for Veronica," she continued. "That's how she got so voluptuous, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said quietly, blushing deeper now.

"How big do you think she'll get?" Krystal asked.

Otto stared off into space. "I don't know, but... I think about one day, when she'll need me to push her through doorways... and a later day, when she can't be pushed through doorways anymore."

She took another tube and went back to gorging. She could feel her belly pushing outward from within, stretching to fit its contents. It pressed against her lower legs. She finished that tube off and started another one. Her belly continued its forward march, its furthest reaches now resting comfortably atop her crossed lower legs. The nightie rode up her belly, and her belly's bottom poked out to form an enticing sliver of fat flesh under the bottom of her clothing. Underneath her shirt, the fold above her waist grew more shallow as her belly expanded sideways as well.

She leaned back on one hand and rubbed her belly with the other. "Hoo," she said, "that sure is a lot of food. I wish someone was in here to rub this belly for me." She rubbed in circles around her massive gut, showcasing its breadth.

Otto reached for his keys, then stopped short. "I can't do that. You're just trying to get out."

"No, I just need a rub..."

"No."

Fox blurted, "What about me, can I rub her?"

"No!" Otto yelped.

"Alright, alright," Fox said.

Krystal gave it up and went back to eating. There had to be something she could do. Using one hand to hold a tube of Nutrient Paste to her lips, she held her other hand to her belly. With each chug, she felt it expand between her fingers just a little more. Another tube down, and her belly crossed over past her lower legs. One more tube, and her stomach rolled onto the floor past her legs. While she sat cross-legged, you could no longer see her legs, swallowed up as they had been by her stomach. The formula really worked; with her stomach this stretchy, she felt ready to finish off the last four tubes.

She hugged her gut, unable to wrap her arms fully around it. "Does Veronica ever play with you?" Krystal asked.

"You could say that," Otto said.

"I'm sure she's always longing to play with a strong, smart man like you. I bet she's amazing in bed, isn't she?"

"Y-yeah..." he said.

"Does she ever sit on you with her big, fat butt?"

"Wha--that's enough! Get back to eating, you greedy pig."

Krystal went back to work, shotgunning the tubes at this point. One, then another went down the hatch like nothing. She uncrossed her legs, letting her belly plop onto the floor, and she hugged her gut with her legs. Her feet could just barely meet under her belly button. The waist roll in her side had vanished, plumped and smoothed out by the sideways swell of her stomach. With one arm hanging down, its elbow rested on her side belly. Her nightie now only covered her stomach above her belly button, itself a deep hole lined with warm, inviting blubber. With each chug of Nutrient Paste, her stomach accommodated it by stretching, producing groans and squelches with each inch it grew.

Otto looked on, concerned by what he heard. "Are you about done?"

Krystal replied, "Nope!" Maybe if she finished off the tubes, Otto could be persuaded to do something. Besides, with the elasticity granted to her stomach by the expansion formula, she felt ready to eat a planet.

Looking down at the last two tubes, she recalled Otto's words: "This is all of the food we have left." She felt guilt and compassion on one hand--some people survive by dining on Nutrient Paste in the Lylat System, and here she was gobbling up all that they had. When she and Fox escaped, Otto and Veronica would be left with nothing. On the other hand, she felt disgust--what a weird, twisted lifestyle, to huddle in a remote stretch of space and subsist on Nutrient Paste long enough to catch and eat people every now and then.

She looked back to Otto and draped her arms forward over her swolen stomach. Her biceps pressed together her boobs, squeezing them against her shirt's low neckline. "I just wish I was big enough to please a sexy man like you," she said. "Isn't there anything we can do? Veronica said she was going to have fun with my mate, it's only fair if you get to have fun too."

"Fat chance," Otto said.

Krystal shrugged and picked up the second-to-last tube. Leaning her head far back, she downed the tube in seconds. Her belly inched further outward and pushed apart her feet. Her night shirt rode ever further up; it struggled valiantly to cover the top half of her belly. The bottom half was bare--stuffed, stretched, and fattened as it settled lazily on the floor. She took the last tube and chugged that as well. With each swallow, she felt her expanding belly weigh heavier upon the floor.

She leaned forward, hoping to roll forward onto her hands. It didn't work, and she landed back on her flabby butt, its fat slapping against the floor. The move squeezed out an impromptu burp. Her stomach no longer had any give; it wouldn't form rolls, instead maintaining a solid surface. Its expanse filled out her lap and blimped out half a foot on either side. Giving up, she planted her softened chin between her breasts and batted her eyelashes at Otto. "I could go for more..." She fondled her breasts, squeezing them between her fingers.

"That was all we have," he said.

"I know," she replied.

Impatient, Fox said, "Just one space pizza won't hurt anyone. Look, you have us locked up. What are we going to do if you order food? It's not like making an interplanetary call will suddenly spring the locks."

"Well..." Otto said.

Fox took out his wallet. "See, you even forgot to rob me. Just use my credits," he said, plucking a card out and offering it to Otto.

Otto hesitated. "But I..." He was caught between two things: on one hand, his desire to see Krystal continue; on the other hand, the fear of getting caught if he was careless with communications.

"Don't be an idiot," Fox said.

"O-okay," Otto said, snatching the card and hurrying out.

Fox pressed a button in his wallet, and it started blinking. This would send out an urgent distress signal under his name. Otto said they jammed all radio contact, but he would have to bring that down to make a call out for pizza. When that happened, Fox's wallet button thing would get its message out, and with any luck, someone competent would pick it up.