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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 8: RAT TRAP (PART 2)

Written by: TIM MINK-EAR

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal and I found ourselves cooling our heels in a dreary jail. Our captor promised to eat us, then waddled off to ransack the Great Fox. I had just sent out a call for distress on an old bounty hunter frequency. We waited, helpless and nearly hopeless."

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Otto the owl headed for the communications room. The whole place was grey, dingy, and gritty. He and the porky rat Veronica lived out of an abandoned prison on the planet Zoness, formerly in use by Andross' forces during the Lylat Wars. With his technical know-how and the prison's makeshift hydroelectric power generator, they had just enough to run a vore operation. The lights stayed on, but they flickered.

Otto entered a room full of dusty control panels and chairs with ratty cushions. After adjusting the big glasses on his small beak, he typed on a panel. He lowered the signal jammer and ordered a space pizza, then waited at the communications panel in his chair.

He couldn't turn his thoughts from Krystal. He had just witnessed her eat without abandon; five days' worth of Nutrient Paste, down her gullet in a matter of minutes. Her stomach handled its dense, filling cargo with such grace, filling out before his eyes. She had a knack for gluttony. He wondered how her stomach felt to touch. It must have been packed so hard and heavy. She asked him to rub his belly, and now he regretted turning her down. He imagined running his hands under her lap-smothering gut. It looked so round, it was a sheer wrecking ball of a stomach. Would he be strong enough to lift it? Maybe he could hoist it up with her help. And under her belly...

A buzzer shook him from his daydream. The space pizza. A voice came through the panel, scratchy. "Pizza for Bob! Are you uh... Bob?"

He slapped a button on the communications panel, which showed him an external camera on a monitor. It looked down on the front courtyard. The view was full of brown-black dirt without a hint of plant life. Not much of anything grew on Zoness. The camera's video feed was fuzzy, but he could make out the delivery person just outside the front gate. Their spacecraft wasn't in view. Otto clutched a nearby microphone and said sternly, "Leave the space pizza." He'd already paid for the delivery with Fox's credits.

The person outside complied; they placed the space pizza box down, slid it under the gate, and walked out of view. A pink tail trailed behind them.

Shortly, Otto made his way outside and to the courtyard gate. He looked around past the gate, saw nothing of interest, picked up the pizza box, and turned back to walk inside.

At that moment, he came face to face with a pink-furred cat. Otto just about jumped out of his feathers. "Where did you come from?" he said.

She had deep purple eyes and a tuft of white hair between her ears. Her bright pink fur struck a stark contrast against the gloomy clouds of Zoness and the grungy walls of the prison. She wore skin-tight leather over her body, complete with leather boots. Every contour of her figure was visible. Her breasts formed massive jugs, and her hips were two feet wide, complemented by thick, fatty thighs. Her waist tapered sharply inwards above her hips, and you'd be forgiven for not noticing her potbelly, a pooch of stomach fat resting in the shade of her boobs.

"Where's my tip?" she asked, advancing towards Otto. Her breasts jiggled just a bit with each step, and her hips swayed above her rubbing thighs.

"I tipped like 10 percent," Otto said, backing towards the gate.

The cat caught up to Otto. His back was against the bars of the gate, and she grabbed bars on either side of him. In shock, he dropped the pizza box to the ground. She leaned forward, and her soft breasts were so large that they pushed against his chest and pinned him against the gate.

"Not that kind of tip," she said. "Where's Fox?"

"I don't know what you mean, lady," he said. His lungs heaved, working harder to breathe under the weight of the cat's mammaries.

"Fine. But the name's Katt Monroe, not Lady." She turned away and walked across the courtyard. Her long pink tail stood straight up, and her gelatinous rear end wiggled back and forth.

"Hey!" he yelled, "You can't just--". He ran towards her.

Hearing his approach, Katt stopped short, leaned forward, and stuck her butt out. Taken by surprise, Otto fumbled over her wide backside. Using Otto's momentum against him, the cat grabbed his arm and slung him forward onto the ground. For a few instants, he couldn't breathe--the wind knocked right out of him. She stepped forward and kneeled down on his arms to press them into the ground. She planted her generous rump right on his face, holding him down with its fat. It was wide and well-cushioned enough to envelop his head. Otto struggled, but couldn't manage to get leverage.

She searched his right pants pocket. Her breasts were so large that her arms smushed them together as she worked. A credits card with Fox's name... so that's how the space pizza was ordered. She continued in Otto's left pocket and found a set of card keys.

She pulled her rear up, still pinning him down with her legs on his arms. She looked back at his face. "You still alive back there?"

Otto panted, scrambling for air after being released from her smothering hindquarters.

Katt sighed with disappointment and sat back on his face. She had a knockout gas that could render him unconscious, but its application was awkward.

She unzipped her top to reveal generous heaps of cleavage. Then, she turned around to pin him on all fours while facing him. Otto, nervous, didn't move. With one hand, she clasped the back of his head and forced his beak between her breasts. Alarmed, he pressed his hands into the ground and twisted his shoulders, trying anything to shake her off. She remained steady, riding and holding him. He would shake his head back and forth, but his beak never came free, instead staying firmly pressed between Katt's thick, cushy boobs. After some seconds, he finally went limp.

She released his head, which fell to the ground unconscious. She sat back on her bountiful tush and zipped her shirt back up. She got up, took one look at Otto, and ventured inside the prison.

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Following the location of Fox's distress signal, Katt wandered through the prison. She walked down featureless interlinking corridors, each with its own mosaic of poorly-lit cracks and stains. She finally happened upon the room and opened its door cautiously.

"Katt!" Fox yelled, relieved. He gripped the bars of his cell with just a pair of pants on. Fox and Katt were old bounty hunter buddies.

"Happy to see me, McCloud?"

"You wouldn't believe it!"

Krystal added, "Yes, we're grateful beyond words." She sat on the ground and hugged a hefty gut that filled her lap. A casual shirt covered her breasts and some inches of her stomach.

"Alright, let's get you two out of here..." Katt said while she walked to Krystal's cell. There was a slot at waist level along the opening of the cell door. Katt tried one key card, and a red light on the lock flashed. No good.

Meanwhile, Krystal leaned back on her hands and planted her feet on the ground next to her bloated gut. She had just inhaled some 15 pounds of food, and she was able to lift her butt off the ground, but couldn't make the transition off of her hands. At present, her belly hung over her legs halfway down her thighs, and she couldn't swing upright. Bending at the waist was hard given the immense bloat of her stomach.

Katt went through a few cards before landing on the right one. She slid it through the lock, and it flashed green before the cell door clicked. Katt pulled it open. "Need help, Secretary Krystal?" She extended a hand down to Krystal. The two had not met formally, but Katt recognized her. Krystal was Corneria's chief diplomat.

Krystal's cheeks turned rose, abashed at her predicament regarding her center of gravity. She clasped Katt's hand, and Katt pulled her up onto her feet. "Thank you," Krystal said. She looked squarely into Katt's eyes. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

"You may have seen me around the Presidential Mansion. I perform some personal duties for Mr. President. First and foremost though, I'm a bounty hunter."

"I see," Krystal replied.

Fox said, "I hate to be rude, but we're in a rush. Can we save the allusions to your thing with Falco for later?"

Katt turned to Fox and went to work opening his cell. "What, are you worried about that owl guy catching up to me? He's fine, he's taking a nap right now."

The ground shook slightly at one-second intervals.

"Okay, great," Fox said with impatience. "What about the rat?"

The ground shook harder, and along with it came stomps.

"What rat?" Katt asked, nonplussed.

The door to the room slammed open. Katt spun around to see Veronica, a rat who stood in the doorway and took up all but a few inches of its width. One of her hands was on the door. The other held a rolled-up pizza, mostly eaten. As rotund as Veronica had been earlier, now she seemed... fuller. Her stomach rolled down just past her knees, sporting a black hole of a belly button. Formerly, her tube top had been in tact, and it at least held her breasts. Now, seams in its side had burst, and her boobs spilled out above and below it. Earlier, her chunky hips spread wider than her stomach, but they had been contained by her mini skirt. Now, threads in her skirt were coming loose, and overabundant grey rat fur bulged through. The straps on her shoes had snapped, leaving the tops of her feet bare while the shoe straps clung on by one end.

"Oh," Katt said. Her face went blank.

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"Hear that?" Veronica said. "I think Otto has something to say."

Katt, Fox, and Krystal looked on, puzzled, for a few moments as Veronica pulled her head back and rubbed her stomach.

Veronica broke the silence using a roaring belch that nearly toppled them all over. The force blew a few feathers loose from her teeth, which drifted to the ground. "Phew! He always was the chatty one." Veronica shoved the rest of the pizza into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks to full capacity and chewing loudly with her mouth open.

"What the hell...?" Katt muttered.

Fox gripped Katt's shoulder through his cell bars. "She ate him, Katt. Now get me out." His calm voice laid a thin veneer over his bubbling anxiety.

Katt turned to Fox, horrified. "She didn't..."

"Oh, but I did," Veronica said. "He called out for delivery when he knew he shouldn't. I had to put him in his place." Presumably that place was her stomach.

She stepped forward and wrapped her chunky fingers around Katt's forearm, and its leather sleeve creaked under Veronica's beefy grip. Katt dropped the key cards. Veronica was just a few inches taller than Katt, but her hold was fierce. "And he made a fine appetizer for the lot of yoOURP." As she burped, a crease formed across the equator of her mammoth gut due to the workings of her abdominal muscles.

Veronica slung Katt up into the air like a doll, pointed her own head upward, and stretched her jaws wide open. Her mouth compressed her puffy chin against her collar bone, forming countless folds along her neck. Katt fell right into Veronica's maw--up to her butt. Her thighs--each about a foot in diameter--stuffed Veronica's cheeks with leg lard. Veronica's lips could stretch wide enough to engulf Katt's supple legs. Katt's meaty backside, though, plugged Veronica's mouth. Her wobbling cheeks poured over onto Veronica's lower jaw and tickled her chin. Meanwhile, Veronica strained to widen her chops.

Katt bent over forward. She reached around her bouncy boobs and portly belly to grip Veronica's face. "To think--NNGH--a rat eating a cat," she groaned.

Fox knelt down and furiously worked the key cards, scrambling to find the right one. His hands shook with nerves as he tried to line up each card along the lock just outside his cell.

Unnoticed, Krystal walked forward from her open cell. She swung her legs carefully. Her wobbling thighs grinded against her underbelly, displacing its weight to each side with each step. She groped it in her hands, hoping to steady it. She lacked the grace of posture to support her weight evenly, and so the downward gravitational force of her stomach drove her feet clumsily to the ground with each step. Her footfalls pounded against the floor. But slowly, she was learning her added girth.

She approached Veronica and thrust her belly, slapping her inflated gut into Veronica's burly stomach. Veronica doubled over and hacked up Katt, and Krystal barely sidestepped her. Katt landed on the floor butt-first, now wearing shredded pants and boots. Her bare butt and thighs, with their adipose no longer confined by leather pants, spread wide on the floor. She couldn't bear to imagine if Veronica had used those teeth on her instead of just her clothing.

Krystal's balance faltered. She tilted on one foot, the other foot hanging in the air, and her distended belly threatened to pull her to the floor. To steady herself, she planted her hands on her knees and pushed her other foot down to the ground. It connected with a thud that sent a jiggle through Krystal's body, from her puffy thighs to her stuffed gut up to her lavish breasts. Her stomach drooped over her parted thighs and into the gap between them. "Pick on someone in your own weight class," Krystal said with conviction.

Veronica's eyes lit up, amused. Her puffy cheeks pressed up towards her eyes. "Oh, a little twig like you, darling? You wouldn't make a proper breakfast." She squatted slightly, parting her thick legs and squishing her belly against them. She had to tuck her hands under her stomach to reach her knees.

Krystal and Veronica lunged at each other. Their bellies met first and mashed together, widening around their waists from the force. Krystal reached around her swollen midriff and could barely grapple Veronica's own upper stomach. Veronica, meanwhile, gripped Krystal's forearms. Krystal felt slight in the grasp of Veronica's chunky fingers.

Veronica dug her right heel and pushed on it, sending a jolt of vibration through her right butt cheek. She followed through by pushing her right palm against Krystal's left arm, trying to force Krystal to the ground. Instead, Krystal eased off of her left foot, released her left hand's grip on Veronica's stomach, and pushed her right hand harder into Veronica's plush mass of stomach flesh. From there, Veronica slipped past Krystal and belly-flopped onto the ground.

Krystal chuckled, sending a small shake through her stomach.

"Don't get too smug," Veronica grunted. She rolled herself over with her hands. Then, she pulled her leg up, thigh fighting with gut for space, and eventually found her footing again. Krystal stood ready.

They met again in a grapple. Each woman had difficulty reaching around her own bulk to grab the other. Leaning down, Krystal could extend her arms past her inflated figure and reach Veronica's middle. But still, Krystal had to mush her belly into Veronica's, and Veronica's flesh encompassed each side of Krystal's stomach. Krystal felt like her stomach, even enlarged as it was, could be swallowed up by the tremendous size of Veronica's imposing gut. Her breasts leaned against Veronica, whose own boobs hung down and pinned Krystal's.

For her part, Veronica struggled to maintain a grappling stance. Her plump biceps and forearms pushed aside her mountainous boobs and expansive gut, contorting her fat just to reach out to Krystal. To Krystal, Veronica's size was towering and ominous; to Veronica, her own fat-dominated frame felt like a giant, exposed weak spot that she fought to meet her foe.

Veronica said, "Don't work yourself too hard, dear." She forced the sentence out between heavy breaths. "I want you to be nice and tender when I devour you."

This time, Veronica released her right hand and swept her belly from Krystal's grip. Then, she swung her left foot around Krystal to the ground behind her. The blubber of Veronica's leg pushed into Krystal's behind. Veronica shoved her gut outward against Krystal, and Krystal's plump butt bounced off of Veronica's flabby thigh before she fell to the ground on her side. Krystal yelped as she fell.

Veronica stepped forward while licking her lips. Krystal rolled onto her back, and her belly flopped into place before wobbling atop her torso. Katt rushed to Krystal's side and pushed Krystal's back up, trying to help her to her feet. Krystal's belly slowly encroached upon her lap as her back rose.

Fox's lock flashed green. "Finally!" He swung open the cell door and dashed towards Veronica. She turned to him. He landed a kick squarely on the rat's bulging gut--but he accidentally lodged his heel in her belly button. Her stomach rippled outward from his foot, but she stood, unaffected.

She toyed, "Oh! Mr. Fox, you're so lewd." She hunched over, trapping his foot in her belly rolls. "That's my special place." Then she grinned, bearing her teeth, and Fox wondered: did all rats have teeth THAT sharp?

She groped around her belly, trying to snatch his leg. Krystal at least had a heavyset form to grapple, something Veronica could get her paws on. Fox, on the other hand, was too small. Here he was--perfectly at her mercy, his foot engulfed by her colossal midsection--and she couldn't reach around it to get at him.

She was interrupted as Katt leapt onto her shoulders from behind. Katt wrapped her fatty thighs around Veronica's head and twisted her legs around the rat's triple-chinned neck, constricting her breathing. Katt's belly pressed into the back of Veronica's head. The rat pulled up in surprise, and her belly let go of Fox. He dropped to the floor at her feet. As the rat struggled and tugged at Katt's legs, she tumbled forward onto her blimp of a gut, slamming her weight onto Fox. Katt maintained composure through the fall. She grabbed the rat's hands, took out handcuffs, and cuffed Veronica around her back.

"Impudent little--!" Veronica yelled. Her stomach squashed under her immense form. Her hands were securely cuffed and useless. She pulled her knees up to stand, but her belly was in the way. She couldn't connect her knees to the ground. They just pressed into her underbelly, massaging it. She couldn't roll over, either. She swung her hips left, and she leaned left, but into a mound of belly fat. She landed back squarely on her middle, face-first. The resulting force sent her body jostling back and forth on her broad gut. Each part of her jiggled in a sea of fat. Every effort she made was met with an impotent wobbling of equal force.

Katt rested, straddling the massively obese rat with her own plump rump in torn leather sitting on Veronica's bulbous butt cheeks. Katt caught her breath, heaving her generous breasts as she did so.

Fox lay under Veronica's gut, his face smushed between heavy, unwieldy rat boobs. "A little help?" he managed to say as he lay under the rat under Katt.

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Katt called in for help hauling off Veronica. She would later be processed in the Cornerian justice system. Then, Katt explained receiving Fox's signal and hijacking the pizza delivery spaceboat before it reached Zoness. She would have to return that spaceboat, along with a generous tip courtesy of Fox. Krystal and Fox bid her goodbye and returned to the Great Fox.

Krystal sat upright in bed, letting her belly sprawl out in her lap and to her sides. She reached out over it as far as she could, and her fingers dangled down to her belly button. "I'm surprised it got this big," she said. "That expansion formula let me pack in a lot more food than I thought I could."

Fox sat on the bed next to her. "Well, according to Lucy, over the course of a few days it should metabolize and spread throughout your body. So, that should shrink down soon enough." He pet the top of her stomach and smiled. "But yeah, you blimped up nicely."

"Otto said something funny while I was eating. Do you think about a day when you need to push me through doors?"

Fox hesitated, taken by surprise.

"And a day when I can't be pushed through doors?"

"It's a captivating idea, I'll give you that." Fox ran his hand under Krystal's shirt and leaned in for a kiss.

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"Feeder's log, starweight 293.15. Krystal speaks tomorrow at a conference for workers' rights on Macbeth. Due to a sudden growth spurt, her midsection defies her existing wardrobe. That is to say, her gut bulges out of everything she puts on. We'll have to see if we can pick up something more fitting for her wardrobe on Macbeth before her talk. For now, I'm enjoying the view. Conclude message."