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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 13: SLIDERS (PART 1) or QUANTUM BLOOMP

Written by EDWIN A. RABBIT

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Krystal stood at a window aboard the Great Fox. Her cheeks puffed beside her muzzle in soft and bubbly curves, and a healthy double chin filled out her lower jaw. Her green-blue eyes gazed out of the window, deep in thought. She raised a small octagon-shaped device to her face and spoke.

"Feedee's log, starweight 356.24. Last week, Faye and Miyu briefed me on a startling arms development on Venom. Apparently, its military has developed a teleportation device small enough to covertly transport one person across the Lylat System onto any planet."

She wore a navy blazer whose buttons barely met over her growing middle. Over the past two years, she had gained a tremendous amount of weight, as signified by the bowl of blubber at her waist. When she was sworn in as Corneria's chief diplomat, her stomach was soft; it had a pleasant squish, but it barely managed a muffin top. Not thin, but still tiny compared to her current size. Now, her gut protruded forward. Her upper belly formed a confident, striking dome. On the other hand, her lower stomach was wider and softer, granting her midsection itself a curved pear shape. Standing, its breadth stuffed the top of her skirt and covered her pelvis and a good portion of her thighs.

"Tensions between Corneria and Venom have intensified in recent years. Venom's leader, Dash Bowman, believes that the planet can only reach prosperity by conquering Corneria. But diplomatic ties between Corneria and Venom have not been completely severed. Not yet."

Her breasts had grown many cup sizes as well. Two years ago, they were hefty, gelatinous orbs with plump cleavage. Now, they were overfull stores of fat that sat broad and round atop her stomach. They spanned much wider than her padded shoulders, and they crested a few inches beyond her belly.

Her arms had joined in, too. Fluffy fur had given way to flabby, jiggly biceps and forearms. Even her wrists and fingers had plumped up, lining her joints delicately with pudge.

"Venom used to be an uninhabitable quagmire of acid and poisonous gases. Years back, Dash Bowman utilized a terraforming device to make the planet friendly to life."

Her hips continued the trend. Krystal had always been shapely, with enticingly curved hips. Over time, their curves had grown denser with adipose. Now, they swept in wide, dazzling contours. Above them, her waist sloped outward on the way down her flanks, from her chest to her haunches, and her lovehandles were thick and tender. At her backside, her rump's dense, wobbling cheeks were packed thick with so much fat that they formed a prominent shelf over her thighs, even as they matched her hips' width. When she was appointed to be secretary of diplomacy, her gams were meaty handfuls with some give. Now, her thighs offered fat that Fox could dig his fingertips into, and her legs showed a modest crease between her thighs and calves.

Granted, her navy skirt hung dignified from the sides of her hips and the back of her derriere, all the way down to the top of her calves. Over her backside, she swung her furry blue tail back and forth slowly, as she often did while thinking.

She stared out of the window at Venom. The planet was cerulean with green landmasses and streaks of white clouds.

"I admire Dash, but he is misguided. We meet today. I hope to improve relations,... or at least to stave off war."

* * * * *

Last week...

Krystal, Faye, and Miyu stood in the lounge aboard the Great Fox.

Faye the cocker spaniel was downright rotund. Her floppy ears draped over the sides of a face that was laden with layers of pudge, from the round cheeks below her eyes to the hefty roll of neck fat under her jaw.

She wore a long, black, formal dress that contained her breasts gracefully. She also wore a white shrug that covered her arms and shoulders. Each round breast dwarfed her head in size, resting thick, full, and perky over her gut. She could just barely hug her monumental tits, although her flabby arms pressed into her soft boobs when she did so. Her dress did show a foot of cleavage, but that was only enough to show a portion of her rack.

Her gut itself was perky, too. It billowed forth from her waist like a giant sphere, like a balloon swollen with adipose. It was in a competition with her boobs to see which portion of her body could blimp farther forward. Her belly was on a roll, after all; it had already long conquered her nethers, as it hung dense lower than halfway down her thighs.

Faye's figure overall was globular, with a waist that ventured far beyond her shoulder span. Her jiggly biceps and forearms spread flat against her sloped side. When she raised her arms, their fat danced heavy back and forth. Her hips were the widest portion of her body, but just by a pinch. Below, her thighs and calves tapered inward. They were larger than Krystal's legs for sure. It was only her own heaving gut and overwhelming waist that made her legs look small by comparison.

"Where's Fox?" Faye asked.

"He's collecting a bounty on Titania," Krystal responded. She wore a red pants suit.

"Good," Faye said, "The information we're about to share is classified. I know we forgive quite a few breaches with Fox McCloud, but he absolutely must not hear what we are about to discuss."

"Understood," Krystal said.

If Faye's form was dominated by her waist, Miyu's was by her hips.

Miyu was a lynx wearing a long white formal dress with a black shrug. While she did sport chunky cheeks, most of the fat above her neckline had collected under her jaw, as if her neck provided a regal cushion for her chin to sit in.

Miyu's breasts were impressive as well, reaching over half an armspan foward from her chest. They rest on an upper belly that was broad and dense. Unlike Faye's spherical gut, though, the curves of Miyu's gut followed a spare tire. It bloomed outward about halfway down her waist. At her sides, it formed a significant step outwards past the roll above it. Its large sweep curved beyond the front of her upper belly and overtook most of her thighs.

And thighs like Miyu's were not easy to overtake. Her hips exploded outward on her frame. Their bounds reached as far as half an armspan beyond her shoulders. They formed countless dimples and creases as they struggled to contain the fat they'd been tasked with storing. Her ass filled out her backside handily, with colossal cheeks that ballooned as wide as her hips and hung low to the top of her calves. And yet, they were so dense and plump that they formed a rounded shelf jutting prominently from under her lovehandles.

Miyu started, "Corneria has its own teleportation device, the Beltino Orbital Gate, which orbits the planet. It converts spacecraft into energy and transmits them across the known universe. However, transmitting anything smaller than an arwing is completely unreliable.

"Venom has developed a similar teleportation device. However, there's a crucial distinction. It will transmit something as small as a person. I'm sure you can imagine what this means. This will allow Venom to send spies across the Lylat System totally undetected."

Krystal asked, "And we're certain that Venom is responsible for the bioweapon launched on Eladard?"

Miyu answered, "No doubt about it."

"Then Dash won't hesitate to find a malign use for his teleporter," Krystal concluded.

"That's our thinking as well," Faye said.

"Please, take a seat," Krystal said. "This sounds like a heavy matter."

Faye sat on the couch. It creaked under her bulk. She spread her legs to give her bulging gut room. It rolled over her thighs and extended past her knees. It pushed up her breasts so that their soft, rolling, furry hills met in an air-tight valley of cleavage that was aligned with her chin. Her hips covered an entire third of the sofa, and she sunk into the couch because of the weight she bore down on it.

"I'm glad you understand the gravity of the situation," Miyu said.

Miyu sat on the couch next. Her ass was so packed that as she lowered it onto the couch, it met the couch cushion long before she was done sitting. First, the bottom of her rump touched the sofa. Then, she continued bending at the knees. She lowered further into the blubber on her haunches, spreading her thighs and ass across the couch cushion. It groaned as she put more and more pressure on it by shifting her weight from her feet to her seat. By the end, her hips splayed so broad atop the couch that they covered a cushion and a half, or half the total width of the couch.

No sooner did she enjoy her seat than did the couch utter a frightening crack. The dry, snapping sound gave way to Faye's and Miyu's yelps and the noise of collapsing furniture. The seat fell under them, and the back of the couch crumbled backwards. They landed on the wreckage on their backs in wobbling heaps of flesh. Faye's belly wobbled as it towered over her middle. Her dress luckily contained her breasts, which could easily have pounded her in the face with their soft but heavy girth. Miyu jiggled, surfing on the fat of her rump that padded her underneath and spread broad. Her gut vibrated over her middle, too, carrying undulations through her vast and doughy belly rolls.

Miyu rolled onto her side, letting the fat of her gut roll onto the busted couch. Then, she pushed against the ground to get up, shifting her ass cheeks under her and squishing her belly in her lap.

Krystal helped Faye up. She took Faye's hand and pulled. As Faye leaned up, her stomach transitioned from a dome over her middle to a dense, curved heaping of lard that billowed forth from her waist and smothered her thighs and hips. Her breasts then piled high and wide on her gut and pushed up towards her pudgy face.

Krystal said, "My apologies to both of you, truly. Maybe we should move this to the dining room...?"

* * * * *

So it went that Krystal prepared for a meeting with Dash on Venom. Her job was to cover standard topics before broaching any hard questions.

She left the Great Fox in a dinghy headed for Venom. Fox was aware of the trip, and he was also aware that he couldn't come. No matter how hard he put his foot down. He would await her return aboard the Great Fox in Venom's orbit.

That night, Krystal ate dinner with Dash in an ornate but small dining hall. She wore her navy blazer, the one that still buttoned over her stomach (even if just barely), along with a navy knee-length skirt.

Dash was a slender and short snow monkey. He met Krystal wearing an olive green military uniform with medals pinned to his breast. His small muzzle made his eyes seem that much larger.

The dining hall had a beautiful beige marble floor. Its table, a striking cherry wood, could sit four people. Tonight, that would just be two. Above it was a crystal chandelier. The room was big enough to comfortably accommodate the table and then some. There were several meters of empty floor space between the table and one of the walls. On that wall hung embroidered golden drapes.

Dash and Krystal entered the room. Dash sat in his chair easily. Krystal pulled her chair out and cursed under her breath when she saw that it had arms. She stood over the chair and began to sit, lining up her broad rump with the perilously narrow seat below. She leaned down, and the sides of her hips bumped each arm. She pushed down further, and the adipose on her legs and ass squished between the arms of the chair. They dug into her sides firmly and uncomfortably. Finally, her ass met the cushion of the chair underneath. Her butt billowed out of the back of the chair, and her legs pursed out of the sides of the chair under its arms. The sides of her stomach slumped onto the arms of the chair. For Krystal, the arms weren't arm rests; they were waist pinchers.

After Dash and Krystal took their seats at opposite ends of the table, a diminutive lizard arrived with their food. She carried two covered trays, one in each hand. She placed one tray before Dash, one tray before Krystal, and lifted their silver, domed covers. Underneath each lid was a collection of small burgers.

Krystal was familiar with hamburgers. They were patties of cattle meat between two buns of baked dough. This dish was similar, but the buns and patties were smaller, so that four were piled onto her plate. She picked one up and bit in. The meat patty was a dense three ounces, a big hunk of meat for such a small bun. It was juicy and delicious, but it was hard to enjoy given the tension she felt--both from meeting Dash and from the chair that constricted her.

Dash spoke to the lizard. "Thank you. Please send in entertainment. Then, you are dismissed."

"Yes, sir," the lizard said. She left the room.

A hippo waddled into the room. Her thick brown skin was smooth and well-groomed. Her snout was round, and she wore pink blush on her bubbly cheeks along with pink lipstick on her plump lips. She wore a jeweled top that cupped her hefty handfuls of breast. Lines of shining jewels hung from it and draped over her bare belly, a great dome protruding from her middle. Her navel was a proud, deep hole centered over her fluffy abdomen. Her jewels swung side to side along her gut as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She wore a black thong, barely visible between the plump rolls of her hips and waist. A flowing, sheer black fabric draped from it, swishing around her wobbling cellulite with every step as she mashed her thighs together. She held a bottle of cola and a hand-sized pack of candy.

She curtsied, squishing her belly into folds against her legs. A soft whisper of a burp blew out of her. She straightened back up, then gulped down the candies all at once and immediately chugged the cola. The candies were mint flavored with a special coating. She placed the bottle and candy wrapper aside. After that, she commenced an alluring dance passed down through hippopotamus culture.

The hippo danced while Dash and Krystal spoke over dinner. Slowly, the dancer swung her ample hips left and her full chest right. Then, she arced her waist in the middle, pulling her hips right and her chest left. The left side of her belly hung free, while on her right side, she rolled folds of fat along one another. The folds were deep and soft, flowing past one another in elegant rubs. She rocked her hips back to her left once more, again rolling her waist creases. The jewels hanging from her top swept across her belly from side to side, tracing its vast, spherical capacity with their precious, glittering stones. Her sheer skirt drifted leftward while it followed the rhythmic sweep of her immense hips. She held her arms to her sides and extended her flowing dance through them by bending her shoulders, elbows, and wrists up and down alternately. The motion jiggled their dangling flab, which gave them an elegant sway more graceful than just her joints could on their own.

When her hip reached the crest of her swing, a short burp bounced out of her. Her hips sauntered back and forth, swaying her gut gently. Every time her hips reached the left end of her dance, she uttered a brief, fun burp.

Rock her hips right, pinch her waist into creases and jiggle her belly over wobbling thighs; rock her hips left, rolling her waist's folds against each other while swinging her meaty thighs and swaying her long strings of jewels hanging from her plump, shuddering rack; "BURP!" as she bounced her protruding paunch. Swing her wide hips right under her jiggly stomach and bust, swing her thick hips left and burp as her belly bobbed along with her rippling tits. Swing, slosh, jiggle; swing, bounce-burp.

Krystal and Dash discussed foreign policy all the while. Krystal felt at ease while they considered trade policy, defense arrangements, areas of mutual interest, and even points of contention. Krystal herself was adept and experienced. She was surprised how well Dash handled himself. He'd escalated to dictatorship in a few short years, but he spoke with deep knowledge and well-groomed manners.

Krystal popped the end of the last slider into her mouth. Those little suckers were pretty good. She licked a bit of juice off of her fingers.

The dancer switched to gyrating her hips front to back. She pushed her hips forward, sticking out her gut even further while she arced her back backwards. Then, she rolled her hips back and her back forward, letting her undulating stomach sway from her frame. She pushed her hips forward again, compressing her belly into pillowy rolls. The gesture eased a long, low belch out of her that rippled in the same exquisite way that her bicep flab did. She swept her hips back again, taking care to swing her belly instead of jostling it. As she did, her breasts' cleavage showed prominently over her stomach. From there, every time she thrust her hips forward, she sung a calm, profound, extended belch.

Press her hips back, sticking her bubble butt out behind her, letting her bulky gut hang free from her waist and displaying her broad bust with air-tight cleavage; push her hips forward, singing "brrroooouuuurrrp" as she balanced her swollen stomach over her plump waist and tickling her chunky, rubbing thighs. Swing back, slosh, wobble; swing forward, buuurrrp-roll.

In the meantime, the lizard server had replaced Krystal's empty tray with a fresh set of four sliders. She dug in.

The dancer put her hands behind her head and kept her chest stationary while she rotated her hips in circles below. When her hips leaned back, her belly hung heavy from her waist. She swung her hips to her right, smushing her waist into rolls. Then she moved her hips forward, accompanied by a confident, strong belch. The belch of someone with focus and desire. Then she put her hips to her left, and finally behind her, pulling her paunch through controlled, timed wobbles of rippling fat.

"BOOO-warrrp" went her song this time, belting out her gaseous tune in time with her circling hips, oscillating thighs, wobbling boobs, and sloshing, heaving gut. Swing-slosh, buwarp! Swing-slosh, buwarp!

* * * * *

Krystal had swallowed the last of her sliders. The lizard server came out with four more and put them before Krystal. Sure, Krystal was satisfied by now, and her blazer felt a little tight over her middle. But heavens, they were good. She started on the new tray.

Dash spoke. "Laura, lovely, you are dismissed." The hippo dancer curtsied again, belching thick and loud. Then she left, swaying her bubble butt seductively as she walked out of the room. Then, Dash turned to Krystal. "The fact is, Krystal, I hoped you would visit me soon. Have you heard of the Portable High-Accuracy Teleporter? I believe they call it PHAT for short."

Krystal felt a change in tone. Was this the teleporter that Faye and Miyu had told her about...?

Krystal, partway through her tray's second slider, swallowed. "No, I'm not aware of the PHAT," she said.

Dash said, "There are alarming rumors concerning Cornerian military development. They say Corneria is creating tools for massive weight gain. For example, one report tells of an elixir that grants infinite hunger."

Krystal thought, infinite hunger? Was that the SWELL expansion formula that Lucy Hare was testing? She chewed the third slider thoughtfully.

Dash continued. "Another report mentions an illegal breeding program that grows banned bioweapons as livestock because of their fattening properties."

Krystal realized that must be the monarch dodora research that Panther Caruso had stolen from Corneria.

Dash went on. "And of course, there are many more projects that I will probably never learn about."

So Corneria had some projects centered around weight gain, Krystal thought. What was Dash getting at?

As she cleaned off the latest tray of sliders, the lizard brought her a tray of four more. Krystal's blazer felt uncomfortable, so she pawed at its buttons, but her stomach flooded over them too far. She couldn't get a good grip on the buttons to undo them. So, she let them be.

Dash stood from the dining table. "With those rumors in mind, I'd like to show you something." He walked across the room and pulled back the golden curtain. Behind it was a square, golden frame about ten feet high and just as wide. He flicked a switch on the side, and a whooshing sound filled the air. Its middle remained transparent but became somehow glossy, as if it was wrapped in plastic wrap. Or actually, it was more like the surface of water, tilted sideways and stripped of any depth.

Here was Venom's top secret transporter. Krystal was shocked. Why was Dash so brazen? She chewed the first slider on her plate.

Dash read her expression for a few moments. He acted with mock confusion. "Don't you recognize it, Secretary Krystal?"

Krystal swallowed and said nothing so as to choose her words wisely.

"You can play the fool, but we both know what this is. This is the PHAT. Cornerian astrophysicists designed it, but I've actually built it. Using it, you can transport a person anywhere. The only catch is, that person needs sufficient mass. Say, 400 spacepounds." Dash walked through it for effect; he stepped through the frame unaffected.

Krystal thought. It was all beginning to click. Wolf's enigmatic, plausible-deniability message aboard the Sargasso suddenly made sense. She munched the second slider slowly.

Corneria was investigating methods of weight gain because its scientists had developed the ultimate spy tool, a person-sized teleporter, but it only worked if you had enough mass.

Krystal felt a twinge of shame, realizing that Corneria had developed such a heinous tool right under her nose. She'd had no idea. On the other hand, her blood boiled as she considered the extent that Venom had spied on Corneria. Venom had ultimately stolen the schematics for it from Corneria--somehow.

Dash continued. "It was no easy feat getting my paws on the schematics. But rest assured, the credit for developing this goes solely to Corneria's finest military scientists. Now, allow me to demonstrate how it works."

Krystal put the third slider to her lips.

A muscle-bound ape entered the room. She wore dark green spandex, showing every firm curve of musculature across her form: her bulging biceps, her fircely taut six-pack abs, and her deadly adductors at her inner thighs. Her breasts drew softer contours at her bust. Her frame was wide and dominating.

Dash went on, "Corneria developed methods of weight gain that added fat to the patient's body. I never understood this. Not only is muscle heavier than fat, but it has more uses. Wouldn't you agree, Jade?"

The ape responded, "Sure thing, boss."

"Very good." Dash looked to Krystal. "Before your eyes, Jade here will use this gate to penetrate the depths of the Cornerian military establishment. From there, who knows what trouble she may get up to."

Jade turned around, showing the dense lats adorning her back and her firm glutes. She stepped through the gate and disappeared instantly.

At the same time, Krystal's final slider disappeared down her gullet. The threads straining to hold together her blazer could take no more. The buttons on her blazer popped straight off and clattered to the floor. Her stomach oozed forward in her lap, and her shirt rode up her belly, showing a sliver of bare, pudgy fur above her skirt.

Krystal checked her communicator, but got zilch--it was jammed. She broke into a sweat. She tried to stand up, but the chair clutched her ass and groped her sides, and it wouldn't let her straighten out at the waist. She dug her hands under her belly folds to grip the chair arms and shoved them down while she straightened her legs. Eventually, she popped the chair off, casting it to the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief while her butt jiggled. She put a hand to her stomach, which suddenly felt like a giant, overstretched water balloon. She hadn't realized how filling those tiny burgers had been. She must've had sixteen, and it felt like they all arrived in her gut at once.

Dash stood next to the PHAT, grinning. "Where do you think you're going, Secretary Krystal?"

She faced him down. "Someone's (HIC) got to stop her."

"Please, be my guest," he said with greasy smugness. "Even you don't have enough mass to teleport."

Krystal waddled to the teleporter, cradling her full stomach the whole time. As she shifted weight from one foot to the other, her belly sloshed in her grip. She huffed between her bulbous cheeks as she made the journey from the table to the PHAT. Each lurching step hit the floor hard and bounced her ass. Her ponderous thighs smushed against each other, fighting for room within the confines of her skirt as she swung her legs. Her steps were so ungainly that they sent ripples through her bust.

Finally, she stopped within the frame of the PHAT. Nothing happened. Dash was right, there was no way to stop Jade. Krystal froze in a cold sweat. What to do?!

Dash cackled, overcome with glee. Once he calmed down, he called out, "Guards!" The guards waiting outside the dining room stepped inside.

Krystal's gut squelched. Standing in the PHAT, she tensed her fingers on her stomach and clenched her abdominal muscles. She belched, loud and clear, "BhuuUURR--"

And then she vanished.

Dash scratched his head. This was not good.

* * * * *

"RRRrrup--!"

Krystal was sitting on a bench. The sky was clear and blue with a handful of clouds, and the grass underneath was rich and lush. She was actually a little peckish, as if she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

The last thing she remembered was standing in Dash's palace trying to use the PHAT. Where did she end up?

She looked down and realized she had thinned out quite a bit. Her breasts were pert instead of heaving, and her thighs didn't splay fat nearly as far as they had lately. But a curious bulge formed over her midsection, and she was aware of a precious stirring within.

Fox sat next to her. Gently, he placed a tender hand on her stomach. "How's our boy Marcus?" he asked.

Pregnancy. That's what this was. Krystal could not fathom what the PHAT had done.

"He's been good today," she said.