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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 10: ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT ANTEATER (PART 1)

Written by ED WOODCHUCK

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"Feeder's log, starweight 327.38. Krystal and I are headed to Eladard for an interplanetary economic conference.

"Eladard was a backwater planet until the Lylat Wars, when Andross took it over and repurposed it as a weapons test bed. After the war, the planet's citizens took that technological know-how and made Eladard a hub of innovation. It's been the economic darling of the Lylat System ever since.

"Anyway, Faye and Miyu contacted us again. They had security concerns about the conference. So, we've invited them back aboard."

* * * * *

Krystal and Fox met Faye and Miyu in the landing bay aboard the Great Fox. As Krystal and Fox walked Faye and Miyu to the lounge, Fox noted that they were plumper this time.

Faye was a busty white-furred cocker spaniel with floppy ears. Her shirt was only buttoned up halfway; it was open along the full length of her furry white tits, which bulged atop her tubby gut and weighed upon her shirt, pressing it open. Her shirt parted open a few inches at her bust, and Fox could see the tight cleavage of her mashed-together breasts all the way from her chest down to where they met her belly. They hung wider than her waist by a fair bit, so full and round. Below, her stomach formed a blubbery paunch big enough to test her shirt's remaining buttons and droop over her pelvis.

Her hips and ass were sizeable as well, straining her dark grey pants skin-tight and showcasing her lovely curves. Faye wore a belt. At her back, it laid at a 45 degree angle, sloping outward from her body as it rest on the top of her ass. Her chunky gait pushed her butt cheeks up and down; if her left leg was in the back half of its stride, her left glute would push up, and her belt over it would be shifted up to be straight horizontal. Granted, her supple lovehandles flowed over the belt, and Fox could only see its tip. He could see the belt better at Faye's sides, where it travelled downward and hugged the top of her rounded hips. It had to angle down because its buckle was latched on the underside of Faye's prominent gut, hidden completely from view by her expansive potbelly (unless you got on the floor and looked up at her stomach).

Miyu was a tan, hippy lynx. Her weight gain had forced her out of her formal clothing. She wore a T-shirt that used to be loose. Now, her breasts were too big to let it cover her belly's bottom roll. When Miyu tugged down on her shirt, her boobs pursed against its neckline--indirectly, she was compressing her breasts down into her belly. When she let go of her shirt, it would stop pressing down and lay comfortably on her form. This meant its bottom only went as far down as her navel. Below the bottom of her shirt was a soft roll of flesh, white and furry, that bulged outward in a luxurious, elegant curve. The roll grew thinner as it wrapped around her back, where its fur became tan while it joined her pillowy lovehandles.

That roll draped over her hips, which had grown ever thicker. They were wider than her shoulders and filled with wobbling lard. She wore sweat pants that thinned in the middle of her rump; her growing and gaining was wearing the pants thin. From behind, between desperate and dying threads, Fox could glimpse the shuddering cleavage of her ass crack, where two bulbous regions of adipose met, squished together by stretchy pants stretched past their limits. Her enlarged ass protruded over her swollen thighs and sagged down at her sides, where it mushroomed beyond her legs. Plus, her haunches were so wide that she angled her arms outward to sweep them around the circumference of her frame as she walked.

When they reached the lounge, Faye and Miyu sat on the couch. Miyu's legs splayed out around her, supporting her bare spare tire. Faye's belly scrunched in her lap, pushing her rack up and making it even more pronounced. The sides of her gut slumped as they overflowed her lap.

This time, the couch creaked under Faye and Miyu's collective weight. Fox expected to hear a crack or something, but the valiant furniture stood its ground under their obese bodies.

Fox asked, "Can we get you ladies anything? We have water, tea, cola..."

Faye said, "Cola would be lovely."

"Same, grab me soda," Miyu said.

"ROB, get us two colas to the lounge," Fox said into thin air.

"AFFIRMATIVE," confirmed a robotic voice overhead.

Krystal sat in the loveseat. She wore a sleeveless floral print top that flowed over her chest and midsection easily. Her stomach slouched in her lap, covering all but a few inches of her thighs. Under her arms, her sides slanted outward down to her haunches. And inside her top, the sides of her waist squished into loveable rolls, each one wider than the roll above it. Her breasts were hearty, filling up a considerable amount of the surface of her upper belly, even around her sides and piling under her arms. Speaking of which, their biceps were ever thicker, and even Krystal's forearms had a playful squeeze to them.

Her hips spread beneath her, filling out a flowing beige skirt. Fox wedged himself between Krystal and the arm of the loveseat. He appreciated the feeling of pressing himself to her pliant pudge, but this was a little too tight to be comfortable.

Faye started. "We've come to warn you about some disturbing chatter OCI has picked up."

ROB's robot body walked in with a platter holding two glasses of soda. Faye and Miyu each thanked him as they took a glass. Faye drank a few gulps, and so did Miyu. ROB stepped aside.

Miyu picked up from where Faye left off. "A who's who of Lylat System politicians and rulers are going to the economic summit on Eladard, so OCI has been monitoring interplanetary communications pretty closely. A lot of it is scrambled, but we've pieced together scraps that give cause for conceUURP--concern."

Miyu put a hand to her belly. The soda was hitting her strangely, like its carbonation was popping endlessly inside her.

Faye kept her mouth clamped shut, save for when she chugged another gulp in hopes of suppressing the gas. Fox noticed that her shirt looked tighter around her belly, and it looked rounder at her sides. Was her stomach bigger than it had been moments ago? Were her breasts more pert, or was that her bulging paunch pushing them up?

Miyu continued. "We don't know who, but someone is planning to unleash a bioweapon on Eladard during the summit. It's (burrraaap) a project called the Belligerent BioWeapon, or BBW for shURRP--short." Each burp, deep and rippling, was a surprise to Miyu.

By this point, Faye's gut had expanded forward to her knees in her lap, pushed her tits up towards her face, and blimped inches sideways past her thighs. Now, it looked like a giant ball, as its inflation tightened her fattened flesh. It pushed hard on her shirt's buttons, and her fluffy white belly fur poked out between them. Her lips remained shut.

So, Miyu went on. "EladUURRRRP is protected by state-of-the-art defense systems. (Bworp.)" Miyu bounced with each belch, and the fat on her tits, belly, arms, and even hips would jump and jiggle. "There's no way any conventional attack could get through. A bioweapon--braAAAap--though, could slip through without triggering any alarms. No weapon to detect, just flesh and (gurrp--burrrp) blood." Miyu took a moment to rub her big, burpy belly. "Damn, Fox, what was in that soda?"

"Just Croaka-Cola," Fox said.

The buttons on Faye's shirt burst, and her belly flooded out. Her shirt was now completely open, and her swollen gut was on display for all to see. The giant ball of a belly bloated past her knees at this point. It was so inflated that even her navel drew taut into a perfectly rounded hole. Then, Faye unleashed a blaring belch for seconds on end. Her belly shrank to its previous size, now relieved of its distending gas. It lost its spherical shape and instead resembled the piles of adipose that had adorned her middle earlier. She panted, breathless, while she gripped her shirt and held it shut over her middle.

ROB corrected Fox. "YOU HAVE PROGRAMMED ME TO SERVE COLA WITH 4 PARTS CROAKA-COLA AND ONE PART 'SWELL'."

"Swell?" Fox thought. Then, he remembered, the expansion formula, the one with inflationary and appetite enhancing properties.

"YOU LOOK CONFUSED. PERHAPS I SHOULD REMIND YOU."

Fox waved his hands. "No, ROB, there's no need--"

"YOU FIND UTILITY FOR THIS DURING MATING RITUALS WITH KRYSTAL. THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF HER WAIST CORRELATES TO YOUR INCREASED AROUSAL. I HAVE NOT COMPLETED STUDIES OF ITS IMPACT ON KRYSTAL'S HORMONES."

Miyu snickered. Faye, in spite of her sundered shirt, saw the humor too. She had a hard time holding back her own laughter.

"That's all, thank you ROB!" Fox spouted, flustered.

Krystal blushed deep crimson, but she kept her dignified demeanor. "Please, forgive our mistake regarding the drinks. So, about this bioweapon on Eladard..."

* * * * *

Faye and Miyu asked Krystal and Fox to watch for any suspicious activity; the bioweapon could be anywhere. OCI would monitor the planet from a distance.

Soon, Krystal and Fox found themselves in Eladard's capital city, Zeropolis. Its main drag was called Central Street. The streets were smooth, and the sidewalks were clean, with occasional trees planted in a row. Skyscrapers towered overhead, and busy, flashy advertisements were projected from their exteriors. Packs of floating vehicles whizzed this way and that in the street. Above the sidewalks, denizens and tourists alike flitted by aboard thin levitating platforms with attached handlebars: hover scooters.

Krystal and Fox had parked the Great Fox at the Eladard Capital Spaceport, and both received a small earpiece to wear. This made Zeropolis a so-called "smart city." It would monitor their location, behavior, and blood flow to build a profile of their individual wants and needs.

Going down Central Street, Krystal stood on a hover scooter herself. It could move at high speeds and chart its path to automatically avoid any possible collision, even with moving objects or people. However, Fox had not taken one, and so she was limited to its lowest speed. This way, he could keep up with her by walking.

Billboards lined Central Street. Their screens fed a different image to each person who looked at it. That was because its pixels could show different colors based on the viewing angle. It would trace the viewer's position relative to itself based on data from their earpiece.

So, Fox looked to one, and it directed him to their hotel, where they had booked a room for the conference. It would feel good to kick off his boots and see if they got a good view.

Krystal looked to the same one, and it advertised the nearest buffet. She was a tad peckish, she realized.

Fox said, "We have a few hours before the opening speech."

"True," Krystal responded. "Would you want to grab a bite to eat? There's a buffet around the corner."

The thought of Krystal at a buffet hit Fox. The change in his vital signs did not escape his earpiece. The billboard changed to show Fox the location of the Old Titania Buffet, as if it knew his imagination better than he did. It was right around the corner...

"Looks good to me," Fox replied.

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Soon enough, Fox and Krystal were in the buffet, exploring the items on offer. There were two large islands full of hot platters stocked with loads of tasty food for patrons to pluck as they please. Krystal and Fox walked along one island when Krystal noted a familiar bear on the other side.

"Madame Grizzle!" she said. "It's good to see you, are you here for the economic summit?"

Fox wondered at the choice of words: "good to see you." Last they saw Madame Grizzle, she was trying to toss Krystal onto the arctic wastes of Fichina with a malfunctioning heat suit. But Krystal's job was diplomacy, so she made nice. Madame Grizzle was the chief of foreign affairs on Fichina, after all.

The bear responded, "Yes! I take it you are as well?" Her voice was warm and smokey.

Grizzle was still a tall, stocky bear, but her belly no longer protruded so significantly. It was soft, to be sure, but it had slimmed down from its beach ball size. Her chin was still soft, but it was no longer the thick pillowy mound it had been. Her hips were straight, and her breasts were chubby. Her pants suit fit nicely.

Krystal answered, "Yes, we are. How have you been?"

"I have to thank you for showing me the c-tran. I was skeptical at first, but it's really changed my diet. It's much easier to eat well and keep up with my duties. How are y--"

A clattering tray interrupted Grizzle. She, along with Fox and Krystal, looked over to see a diminutive anteater hovering over a buffet platter, flicking her tongue into a pile of fried chicken and scarfing it down using her sticky tongue. Next to her was a gerbil, shoved to the ground with an overturned tray.

The anteater was slim, with dust-brown fur, and she wore a pale green cardigan with a long black skirt. Her body was meek, but her bearing was aggressive. Her long, thin snout was thrust under the buffet's sneeze guard, and her tongue plucked chicken at lightning speed. The chicken was larger than her mouth, and it slipped into her tiny maw with noisy crunches and slurps.

Grizzle walked over to the anteater. The bear towered over the anteater. Grizzle put her hand on the anteater's shoulder and gripped firmly. "You shouldn't stick your tongue in the buffet platters. And you certainly shouldn't assault other patrons."

The anteater tried to backhand Madame Grizzle without turning, but Grizzle caught her hand. The anteater downed a big mouthful of fried chicken and spit out the bones. Grizzle felt the anteater's hand shift strangely in her grip, almost as if it was getting bigger. Then, the anteater thrust her arm back, toppling Grizzle with unexpected force. The anteater went back to eating.

Fox marched up to her. Madame Grizzle was just a political official, and he was a bounty hunter. So, he was better suited for handling aggressors and getting his paws dirty. He wrapped his arms under her armpits and prepared to yank her away from the buffet. Instead, she finished the chicken and sprouted a few inches taller, clocking him in the chin with her head. Fox reeled back, losing his grip on her.

Standing back, Fox saw her cardigan no longer reached the bottom of her waist; now, it ended halfway down her midsection. Her tummy had fluffed out, filling out the cardigan. Her rump looked jammed in her skirt, and Fox could see every curve of her bubble butt cheeks--a butt that had looked flat just moments prior. Below that, her skirt ended partway down her calves.

She moved onto the next platter, this one full of spring rolls. She lapped them up one by one at breakneck speed. Her tongue darted out of her petite mouth, stuck a spring roll to itself, and zipped back into her mouth, capturing the spring roll between her jaws.

By this time, the gerbil had stepped away, and the other patrons in the buffet were all either watching or leaving. The anteater polished off the spring rolls and moved on to chicken teriyaki. Fox marvelled at her unflagging appetite, but he was perplexed. For one thing, he was unsure what to do. And for another, he'd never seen such a ravenous hunger burst out of a slender creature with such a small mouth.

She leaned over the buffet to keep her snout under the nose guard, and her stomach hung from her waist. It crept outward, but with no sign of strain on her skin. It now formed a pudgy potbelly, and her cardigan rode up to her breasts. They were bigger, too, now plump and pronounced in her top. The sides of her skirt ripped open from the force of her growing, quaking ass and her thickening thighs. Her skirt hung from her waistband (itself lost in a roll under her waist) and didn't go as far down her calves as before. She wasn't as tall as Madame Grizzle yet, but she would be soon.

Krystal joined Fox. "She's getting bigger. Not only is she metabolizing the food at an extreme rate, but her very bone structure is expanding. She's taller, her head is bigger. It's unlike any other being I've witnessed. Fox," she paused, "this is what we're looking for."

Fox's brain clicked. "THIS is the enemy's bioweapon?!" he exclaimed.

"The BBW," Krystal added, recalling the codename. "She's drawing incredible power from the food."

"But we can't rip her away from it," Fox replied. He rubbed his sore jaw.

Madame Grizzle yelled from the buffet, "Are you gonna help or do I have to eat all of this myself?" She stood at the other island over a bowl of mac and cheese. She took a personal bowl, scooped up a bowlful, and poured it down her gullet.

It was obvious, Fox realized: by eating the food first, Madame Grizzle was beating BBW to the punch. There were twelve platters on each island, and BBW had gobbled up three by herself.

Fox looked around for help, but all of the other patrons had left. In fact, so had the staff. Krystal and Fox rushed to Grizzle's island, leaving BBW by herself at the other island. There was no sense engaging her in direct conflict.

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Krystal immediately went to work devouring a platter of sliced ham smothered in a sweet maple glaze. Fox brought her and Grizzle a chair each. Krystal plucked a few slices at a time and shoved them past her lips, stuffing her mouth. She mashed her jaws in big, squishing bites, and her taste buds were overwhelmed with the goopy glaze's blend of raw sweetness with hints of cinnamon and hazelnut.

Grizzle, with her mouth full, slammed an empty cup on the buffet counter.

Fox rushed over. "Water, tea, soda...?" he asked.

Grizzle scowled, shook her head, and batted the air. What difference did it make?! "Just get me a damn drink," Fox took her to mean.

He took the cup and ran to a drink dispenser with all sorts of options. He put the cup under the water spout and filled the cup, then ran back to Grizzle--without spilling, of course.

When he got back, the buffet's bowl of mac and cheese was only half eaten. Grizzle sat back, rubbing her gut. She took a gulp of water, sighed, and burped a heavy burp. They were screwed, Fox thought. BBW showed no signs of slacking.

Krystal, meanwhile, had wolfed down the glazed ham. She licked her sticky, cloying lips, and her tongue bumped into her chubby cheeks, plumped up on either side of her face. Fox pulled a platter of spinach quiche before Krystal. She dug in, picking up slices with her hands and shoving them past her lips. Fox ran to grab her a glass of soda.

He passed by BBW. She had just finished her sixth platter, so she had gorged herself on a quarter of the whole buffet. She was now as tall as Grizzle, and her gut rolled a third of the way down her chunky thighs when she leaned over. Her leg lard poured liberally out of her skirt through the hole in each side, and her ass pushed the back half of her skirt up. Almost all of her flabby calves was visible. Her tits were now free of her cardigan, hanging out of its bottom. Their full, round flesh wobbled as she lapped up food.

Fox ran back to hand Krystal her soda. She grasped it and took a swig, then unleashed a pent-up belch. She sighed in relief.

Madame Grizzle had given up. She had managed to consume three-quarters of the mac and cheese. She breathed slow and loud, overwhelmed by the glut of pasta she had inhaled. Under her hand, the slope of her gut rose and fell with each onerous breath. A hiccup rocked her belly and jostled her tits, and she moaned.

Fox went to her side. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'm done," she confessed. "A body can only take so much fat and carbs..."

"Yeah, well," Fox said, "tell that to BBW." He thumbed to the growing anteater, now chomping through her seventh platter.

"What did you call her?" Madam Grizzle asked.

"BBW! Short for belligerent bioweapon."

Grizzle cocked an eyebrow and nodded slowly, uttering a rumbling burp.

Krystal downed the last of the quiche. Fox picked up a tray of roasted potatoes and placed it before her.

The blue vixen looked to him. "I'm a little embarrassed to ask, but... can you pull down my skirt?"

"Now?" Fox asked.

"Don't get any smart ideas. I just need more room for my stomach."

"Oh! Um, yeah."

Fox knelt down, facing her belly, and gripped his hands on either side of the waistband of her skirt. She put her feet to the ground and lifted her bulging rear from the chair. Fox pulled the waistband, stretching it over her curvy hips, down her ample thighs, and past her generous calves, leaving it at her feet. She sat back down, planting her ass on the chair with a tremulous plop. Her thighs flattened broad across the seat of the chair. Then, she spread her legs as wide as she could, letting her gut flow into the gap between her legs. She sighed easy.

Fox stood up, took a serving spoon, and scooped a heap of roasted potatoes. Krystal opened her mouth wide, and Fox dumped the potatoes in. They were crispy outside and meaty inside, with just the right balance of garlic, pepper, and a subtle herb she couldn't place.

Fox shovelled more onto the spoon and unloadeded them into Krystal's mouth as soon as she was ready. She masticated them with gusto, swallowed, and opened her mouth again. She rubbed her upper belly, which she could feel tightening inside. It was happy now, but that would only last for so long. Her lower stomach pudged out wider than its top half, gracing her bare-furred legs with the cover of curvaceous rolls that rest on her puffy thighs and flowed downward between them.

Normally, she enjoyed taking her time to savor a meal, but a part of her liked the thrill of being flooded with tasty food so quickly. Fox got a kick out of it, too. Stuffing his big, beautiful mate stirred up randy urges within him. Gradually, the world around them faded, and they only maintained awareness of the sensual bond between them: feedee and feeder. Their heartbeats raced, but no longer because of the unknown danger they faced.

Fox slid the last of the potatoes into her, and she chewed and swallowed them in moments. She pushed her back up, scooting her plush rear away from the back of the chair as her upper back arched backwards. Her stomach was approaching capacity, but she wasn't there yet.

BBW, on the other hand, was pigging out as fast as ever. She was starting her tenth platter. She had grown taller than Grizzle, and her waistband had snapped off. Big, fleshy ass cheeks wobbled from her backside. They were put on display by her posture; she had to bend over farther as she grew taller just to keep her head under the sneeze guard. Each of her thighs was now as thick around as her hips had been when she started, and her stance widened to accommodate their new girth. Her hips kept growing, too, lending her a curvaceous quality as she grew. Her belly hung halfway down her thighs. Her breasts, meanwhile, rest on the buffet counter while she had her face shoved in platters of food. Their flesh heaped into rolls on the spot where they piled onto the counter, hanging heavy from her chest.

Krystal burped. "I can eat more, but I need you to rub," she said with some strain.

Fox grabbed a platter of blueberry scones and put them on the buffet counter next to Krystal. She took one and bit half of it off.

Fox got on his knees in front of her, put his hands under her shirt, and rubbed his hands in broad circles on her bloated abdomen. He started at the middle top of her gut, just under her breasts. The peak of its curve angled straight out from her frame. Under his fingertips, it had a little give, but it was firmer than usual. He moved his hands straight down, following the bowl-like arc of her upper stomach. Then, his hands reached a pooch further outward, where her paunch gathered into a meaty lower roll. He gripped it gently, thumbs at the top of the roll and fingers on its underside, and caressed the length of her belly as far back as he could. Splayed atop her thighs, her spare tire was slightly wider than the chair she sat on, and Fox could feel just how wide it was by how far he had to open his arms. When his hands ran back along her gut, he tilted his head sideways to give himself more room, and he ended up bumping into her stomach with an open ear. He heard her studious gurgles. He felt her abdomen tense, and she belched. It was fascinating how the sound carried muffled but deeper through her belly. Then, Fox rubbed up, past the deep creases in her waist, back to the top of her stomach.

Krystal moaned as she munched on scones as fast as she could. Her pace was slowing, but she was still making headway. Her pudgy fingers brought scones to her waiting lips, where the food passed between full cheeks and down a gullet whose outside was covered in malleable, white-furred padding. She took slow, thoughtful breaths as the binge continued. In this moment, bloated and sitting, she felt huge. Her thick thighs drooped off the sides of the chair, and her stomach weighed them down. She had shifted her ass away from the back of the chair, and her healthy rump spread behind her in a shelf of two soft, blue-furred ass cheeks. In addition, her tits rest plump at the peak of her stomach, hefty and expansive from her weight gain.

She finished off the scones in one last, fatigued, swallow. She chugged some soda, and slammed it carelessly back on the counter. She belched, loud and roaring, for a few seconds.

She looked to Fox, panting. "I think that's (HIC) all I can eat," she said. Her tits leapt from the hiccup and came to wobble on her packed gut for a moment.

Meanwhile, BBW hadn't slowed a bit. She'd officially polished off all twelve platters on her half of the buffet. She stood up straight, bonking her head on the ceiling. Her long, narrow snout was bordered by two plump cheeks. She had ripped off the cardigan entirely, leaving herself completely nude. Ponderous breasts inflated with fat sat on a jiggling dome of a belly that billowed forward and hung below her pelvis. Wide hips pursed into creases at her doughy thighs. Her body had deftly converted her ravenous appetite into increasingly larger curves. Menace was in her eyes and hunger was in her belly.

She walked to the second buffet counter. Her footsteps pounded the floor and jiggled her thighs, and her head cracked the ceiling along the way. Fox got up and stood between her and the counter.

"What do you want?" he asked plainly.

Without uttering a word, she swatted at him with a heavy, lumbering arm, whipping her bicep flab through the air with the gesture. Fox ducked the swipe and charged into her side while she was off balance. She fell to the ground in a great, fat-jostling crash, shaking the ground and clattering the platters.

Fox took the opening and rushed to Krystal's side. She was weighed down by a packed gut, and she was breathless from the food overfilling her form. She needed rest. He pulled her skirt back up, saying, "We need to get out of here. When she gets bigger..."

Madame Grizzle extended a hand down to Krystal. "I've called the police. Let me help you out, we'll get to someplace safe."

Fox bristled. "I appreciate it, but that's my job."

Krystal took Grizzle's hand. She stood, sliding her bulky gut off of her legs and letting it hang, distended, from her waist. Grizzle put her arm around Krystal and her hand in Krystal's armpit, supporting her. "Fox," Krystal said, "stop heURRRP."

BBW stood up.