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Adipose City Side Dishes: Thunder and Soy

By Psion

An Adipose City Story

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It was the week between Christmas and New Years for Adipose City; a light snow had fallen over the gluttonous cyberpunk metropolis. The gentle white flakes cast the neon and LED signs promoting countless eateries in an almost otherworldly glow. Dozens of the city’s overstuffed populous waddled along bundled up in modest cold-weather clothing. Their woolen hats and elastic parkas adding an extra layer of insulation over their padded waistlines, ensuring the average Adipose denizen more then ample protection from the cold. Meanwhile in their hideouts in the more desolate parts of the city, PEC-sponsored street gangs shivered and fought to stay warm.

Thunder sighed as he waddled along towards a familiar little clinic in a non-descript unincorporated neighborhood, the black haired effeminate man’s huge flaring hips swaying to and fro inside a stretchy pair of Expandex jeans while his pillow-like belly jiggled inside a red parka with white highlights. Stretched black sneakers crunched against the soft snow as he ambled along. Normally he did this particular chore alone, visiting his sister always brought a tear to his green eyes and he tried to keep that part private but this time his girlfriend Soy had been insistent. So the femboy Big Tool finally caved to the panda animan’s request.

Soy did her best to smile as she lumbered along with her boyfriend; the immense pear-shaped panda anthro knew this wasn’t easy for him even though he still hadn’t quite divulged the entire story to her. The PanAsia Big Tool had put on her padded company jumpsuit and work boots to take the edge off the cold. Something that might have not been the smartest idea given the looks a few of the street vendors were giving her but she tried to pay them no mind. This was important for a number of reasons.

The freelance Druggist Rebecca Stone was in the front office looking out to the main reception area, catching up on some book keeping, when Thunder and Soy waddled in. The slender blond fat-admirer looked up from her paperwork as the human femboy approached the desk. “Oh hi Thunder! Tiffany was just wondering if you would drop by today…” She beamed then noticed Soy with him. “Oh… and you must be Soy. I heard so much about you from Thunder.” The cyber-medic smiled sheepishly. To the panda, this suggested that a number of Stone’s meetings with Thunder occurred within the walls of Club Derriere where the PanAsian’s boyfriend worked part-time as a stripper.

Rebecca continued to look at Soy quizzically until Thunder nodded reassuringly. “Alright, follow me.” She explained briskly, leading them into the clinic proper and down a staircase. The stairway was a bit narrow for Soy’s expansive hips but she squeezed through after Thunder and the freelance medic all the same.

Downstairs was a fully furnished basement as clean and sterile-looking as the clinic upstairs. The basement foyer was a small room mostly devoted to storage with three doors leading off to separate rooms and each of them sealed by a relatively simple electronic lock. A microwave sterilizer mounted into the ceiling automatically bathed all three of them in a short, cleaning burst of thermal energy that wiped all three of them of any pesky airborne microbes. Thunder looked down nervously as Stone quickly punched in a short series of keys and unlocked one of the doors, the panda woman gave her boyfriend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before the doctor ushered them into the next room.

The unlocked room reminded Soy of the old pre-Peak hospital recovery rooms with hospital beds separated from one another by thick curtains. Most of the equipment looked like it was bought second-hand from a corporate-sponsored hospital or otherwise refurbished; even the pale blue laminated flooring had a worn look to it. The black-haired ursine woman at first couldn’t imagine why Stone would need a long-term recovery wing when most of her patients were in and out trauma treatments then she caught a glimpse at one patient that Rebecca hadn’t quite pulled the curtain on all the way. There, hooked up to all manner of life-support equipment and lying in a bed that was designed for a being several hundred pounds heavier then the person lying in it was a Withered. The shriveled fox animan looked back at her with a warm but weak smile, his body wracked by a poorly understood allergy to the fat-melting drugs used by the Phys-Ed Consortium.

Now Soy understood all the secrecy and reluctance on Thunder’s part despite their otherwise passionate relationship. The idea that he didn’t trust her to keep this secret still hurt but at least it made sense now. There was a nasty rumor that each of the Big Six had research hospitals filled with Withered for various sinister purposes. Soy wasn’t sure whether there was any truth to them but as PanAsia promised a considerable bounty on the heads of these poor people… she suddenly was filled with a number of conflicting feelings as she quickly waddled along to catch up with the others at Tiffany’s bedside at the far end of the room.

Even as a Withered hooked up to all manner of hoses and sensors, there was no doubt that Tiffany was Thunder’s sister. Same eyes, same hair, same facial structure even though Thunder’s was of course a bit rounder, one could tell they were related at first glance. As Soy joined the group, Tiffany raised an anorexic hand in greeting. “Is this the girlfriend I’ve been hearing so much about Dwight?” She smiled slightly.

Soy returned Tiffany’s smile the best the she could as Thunder nodded, the panda silently aghast at how little the woman must weigh. For the love of PanAsia, Soy could easily eat Tiffany’s body weight in a week if not a few days!

Oblivious to the panda’s sympathetic disgust or perhaps simply past the point of caring, Tiffany nodded. “Good, it makes me feel better to know that someone like you is taking good care of my silly girly-boy brother.” She answered as she regarded the PanAsian tech agent approvingly. “Though I hear there’s a nice reward for people like me. A big girl like you could eat nothing but caviar and kobe beef until you exploded for the amount of money you could get from ratting us out.” She commented, testing Soy’s intentions as she jerked her head in the direction of the other beds.

The panda techie immediately shook her head. “No, the money is not worth the shame I would feel, to say nothing of the pain of losing your brother. I am honored that you finally trust me with this secret. So many things he has tried to hide from me suddenly make sense… Dr. Stone keeps you alive with lipo-transfusions doesn’t she?” She asked, remembering a few times where Thunder went to visit Dr. Stone where he came back thinner. Not enough to appear obvious but to someone who knew all of Thunder’s curves as well as she knew her own, Soy could tell the doctor had shaved a few pounds off of him.

“Yep, we would have withered away in agony a long time ago if she hadn’t been skimming a few pounds here and there from willing donors and by forcibly fattening up the occasional dipshit that tries to kidnap her to collect the bounty PEC apparently has on her head. It doesn’t last long; our bodies still burn through the fat injected into us way too quickly. Drives Rebecca crazy but she still refuses to give up… I should thank you for making sure Dwight’s a good little piggy and eats enough for both himself and his shriveled sis.” Tiffany explained, feebly gesturing to Dr. Stone and her brother as the medic silently started making her rounds and checking on the other patients.

Soy smiled mischievously at this. “No, you shouldn’t. Because I could be doing so much better in that regard.” She countered, reaching around and giving her boyfriend’s fat tummy a gentle pat. “I have so many Steel Chef friends that would be happy to make him into a good BIG piggy that eats plenty for both his sister and himself.”

The black-haired human woman smiled as her eyelids fluttered and she yawned. “Sorry, this was not one of my better days.” Tiffany apologized as she started to doze off. “It was nice to finally meet you Soy. It’s good to see my brother’s in good hands…”

As the emaciated woman drifted off to sleep, Thunder sat balanced on a sturdy stool and held his sister’s hand for a few moments before slowly rising to his feet and lumbering towards the basement foyer. Soy followed him out and a few minutes later, Stone finished her rounds and locked the room behind the three of them. Once they were all out, the panda gave her boyfriend a quick passionate kiss on the lips then scooped the Druggist in a tight, warm hug. Stone squirmed slightly to make herself more comfortable squished against Soy’s ample bosom and big belly then let her muscles go slack as she mentally lost herself in the larger woman’s flabby folds. That was fine with Soy; she wanted to think about anything other then what she just saw. What was in that room was real, there was no point in childishly denying that it wasn’t, but now she wanted nothing more then to spend an evening with lots of good food and the good company of her boyfriend.

Finally letting the other woman go, Soy’s eyes glowed with admiration. “Whatever you need to siphon off of Thunder, I will match it.”

Still a little mentally drunk from the bliss of being embraced by so much soft panda, Stone’s normally cold and detached demeanor was replaced by a warm silly grin before she came back to reality. “What? No, actually I don’t need anything this week. The pigpen has been empty, not many lunks trying to collect the price on my head this time of year for some reason. But some of my other donors have been very generous and shed off a little extra to make room for the rest of their holiday pudge. Probably will need some after New Years though. Still, thank you.”

Soy nodded. “My company will be having its Lunar New Year party soon and my coworkers have all been asking me about Thunder. I think I’ll come back with him once my fill from that celebration has settled.”

“And what will you tell them?” Stone asked cautiously, another reminder to Soy that while Thunder finally trusted her with this, the Druggist still did not.

“That he is an honorable man who takes care of his family and deserves to sample some of our finest cooking like he is one of us. What else do they need to know?” She answered automatically; treating the question like it was a rhetorical one.

This visibly seem to satisfy Stone yet Soy still had one lingering question in return. “Would you like to come with us as well?” She offered.

“I actually made plans with… someone else.” Stone replied briskly, blushing. “He… doesn’t know about this. Doesn’t know why I had to blow him off for weeks now.” She added, gesturing to the basement Withered clinic around them with a sad look in her eyes.

“Some of us would be happy to help you, you know that right?” Soy replied.

Stone shook her head. “Can’t know who to trust. Besides, the more people who know, the more that can talk.”

The panda nodded reluctantly, Stone’s logic had merit. With nothing else to discuss, the couple took their leave of Rebecca Stone but not before Soy gave the cyber-medic one last hug; that wry grin that was on her face needed to occur more often.

Outside, the snowfall had increased in intensity as a light blizzard started to settle on the city. Yet as the frigid wind howled around them, there was no mistaking what Thunder said when he finally spoke on their way to the subway station. “Thank you for… back there when you offered to match my contribution. It would have helped her out more then you realize.” He explained as they waddled down the stairs into the warm tunnels of the Adipose City Metro and getting out of the wind.

Soy didn’t trust herself to speak surrounded by dozens of rotund workers and salary men on their afternoon commute. Too many people, it was much safer to just wordlessly kiss him on the lips a second time in as many hours. The PanAsian Big Tool took her time with this one, savoring the taste of her fellow techie as her tongue gently touched his lips while her hand wandered down to the seat of his pants to steal a quick caress. A few onlookers either rolled their eyes or shouted “Get a room!” at the two of them but Soy didn’t care, mere words could not express why she willingly offered a few pounds of her flesh so freely anyway.

Once safely seated in the hard plastic sofas of the subway and on a line that took them straight to Adipose City’s Asian quarter, Soy tried to get their minds off of Thunder’s sister by focusing on the party preparations ahead of them.

“The annual company party promises to be something special this year. We have Jun Sliverpaw, Teriyaki, and Goi all cooking together.” Soy began as the underground train continued to speed on its way.

Thunder raised an eyebrow at this. “That’s going to be interesting. I don’t think I’ve met Jun, is she the red panda built like a plump plum?” He asked as Soy nodded. “I remember you talking about her. And I remember Goi and Teriyaki, the two raccoons. Goi’s from Vietnam and Teriyaki’s Japanese, those two are hard to forget.” The pear-shaped male added, perhaps the politest way to mention Goi’s ego or the chip Teriyaki carried on her shoulder for the longest time.

Soy smiled. “Goi is being Goi, he has declined my offer to volunteer the two of us to sample his recipes. Something about your palette not being up to his standards. Teriyaki has no such misgivings and Jun has wanted an excuse to meet you herself for a long time now. I hope you’ve brought your biggest appetite my love.” She explained as the train came to a stop and the intercom announced that they had arrived at Chinatown station.

Chinatown was the oldest of Adipose City’s Asian neighborhoods and formed the main thoroughfare through the quarter; connecting Little Tokyo, New Thailand, and the Korean neighborhoods to the city’s subway system and hosting PanAsia’s regional headquarters in Adipose City. The streets were bustling with activity as people prepared and counted down the days until the Lunar New Year celebrations in a few weeks. Street vendors shouted orders and advertisements for their stalls in the same breath as Soy took Thunder by the hand and slowly waddled along, the smells of familiar foods and spices tickling her nose mischievously like an old friend as the two walked through the crowd and heavy snowfall before crossing over through the company gates.

Thunder had to admit he was impressed by the acoustics on display. The instant they passed through the gates and were in the snow covered gardens on the other side of the humble concrete walls sculpted to look like authentic stonework, the noise died down considerably. The two of them trudged along, the sound of snow crunching beneath their feet, as they walked across the garden and into the headquarters proper.

A company employee, Soy had no problem getting the two of them logged in and on their way down to the research kitchens that Jun and Teriyaki had been given to work out recipes and meal plans for the company party in a few weeks. The clean hallways were spotless and decorated by tapestries depicting the diverse cultures of PanAsia. Vietnam, Thailand, Japan, India, China, Mongolia, the Unified Korean Commonwealth… a big diverse family that had a habit of occasionally bickering amongst itself, Thunder thought silently as he followed along.

Despite the heavy prevalence of iconic Asian cookware, Thunder saw nothing that particularly stood out about the fixtures of the test kitchen. Once you saw one of the culinary labs of the fast-food megacorps, you’ve seen them all really. Banks of cooking appliances and counter space lining the walls, kitchen islands in the middle with full utility hookups and even more stoves and ovens, and plenty of space, both in terms of storage and in terms of physical space for the considerably wide waistlines cooking in here to move around.

Jun Sliverpaw was one of the two heavenly bodies currently orbiting around in this kitchen and the first to notice the arrival of Thunder and Soy. Jun gave them both a sagely smile and a sly wink as she deftly navigated the maze of bubbling pots and pans holding all manner of traditional Asian savory dishes. Thunder’s mouth began to water ever so slightly as he took in the smells filling the kitchen and took in the red panda chef with a quick glance. Yep, brown hair tucked away in a neat little bun held in place with two chopsticks and built like a plum, clearly working on becoming close to spherical as physically possible and with most of her weight carried in her belly. The fleshy ball formed a pillow-like second apron tucked away beneath her Silktex Gi and chef’s apron. Thunder wondered how many of her coworkers would give their right arms to rest their heads on that pillow Jun was carrying around.

Teriyaki meanwhile had her back to the kitchen’s other occupants as she busied herself with cooking what looked like kobe beef with a light basting of, of course, teriyaki sauce, giving the others an unobstructed view of the brown raccoon’s thunderous thighs and equally round bottom as well as the forest green Expandex pants that fought valiantly to keep them covered. Looking up and twisting her torso to get a handful of spices from an upper counter, the Steel Chef “huntress” finally saw that she had visitors. Without stopping what she was doing, she smiled at them and gave her hips a saucy wiggle in lieu of waving hello.

The couple had arrived an excellent time as the two Steel Chefs had just finished cooking and started setting their “test” dishes at the tester’s table where normally the taste testers would be seated or the research cooks would sit down to see what they had created. Soon the two chefs were beckoning them to sit down at a low table heaped high with sweet smelling meats and plates wafting clouds of steam.

“Welcome Soy, we are so glad you could make it. And this must be your boyfriend Thunder we heard so much about after Bansh finally made you confess you were already seeing someone.” Jun greeted warmly, bowing as much as she was able.

Thunder must have raised an eyebrow at this because Teriyaki laughed. “Oh do not worry, Bansh was very clear he wanted both of you in his yurt.” The brown-haired raccoon explained with a snicker as she joined Jun in gesturing them to sit down.

The atmosphere was jovial as the four of them sat and dug in, the room filled with idle chatter and laughter. Then once the chefs had their fill, they rose back to their feet and started preparing more dishes. Soy and Thunder continued to eat, offering feedback and their thoughts on every treat that passed their lips. Lo mein, fried rice mixed with a variety of genetically modified vegetables, wonton soup, sushi, teriyaki, a Vietnamese “goi” salad, ramen noodles with hunks of meat and mixed vegetables, Mongolian ‘bansh’ meat dumplings, namul-style fish, the list went on and on.

The giant panda paced herself, mentally recalling some of the techniques Jun used to train sumos and competitive eaters to find capacities they didn’t know they had as her stomach bulged outward, and let the memory of the horrors kept comfortably sequestered in Dr. Stone’s basement push her to test her limits. The tightening lump in her stomach was a welcomed old friend as her thoughts briefly turned to Tiffany lying in a bed, too weak to move… Suddenly Soy found the strength to squeeze in one more pot sticker and an entire pot of soup into her expanding stomach. Her belly had since swelled out to completely consume her lap, spilling out past her knees as she continued to fill herself up with as much of everything as she could cram in. Even some of Teriyaki’s more… adventurous dishes involve genetically engineered predators were gamely devoured by the ballooning panda. While crass detractors may have given her her nickname as “The Great Wall of PanAsia” in spite, it was still a point of pride for her that her rump was considered that large. And by PanAsia, if they thought she had a fat ass before, just wait until she was done here!

Lacking even Soy’s passing knowledge of competitive eating, Thunder fought to keep up but eventually started to loose steam as his endurance was quickly taxed. Seeing her lover’s discomfort, she slowed down her gorging to give him a gentle belly rub. Noticing one of her feedees was slowing down as she finished up her second batch of treats, Jun set her dish aside to cool and ambled over to help. Resting Thunder against her incredibly ample paunch, she let her skilled hands caress and probe his stomach to judge his capacity and loosen up the growing ball of food inside of him. Letting himself get lulled into the hypnotic effect of Jun’s stomach massage, he groaned his thanks as his meal shifted around inside of him and he was able to find room as the red panda started to feed him slowly. His shirt and jacket started to ride up as his belly began to peak out from under them as it formed a growing ball of pinkish-white flesh that audibly groaned as the black-haired man let Sliverpaw guide one morsel after another into his eager maw.

Jun smiled as Thunder began to relax and surrendered himself to her care. Soon the femboy was starting to make up for lost ground, his stomach redoubling its efforts to balloon out like a blimp and his clothes continuing to ride up as he let her fill herself with more and more treats. Soy smiled between bites of food as she watched Jun work her feeder magic on Thunder, causing him to reach and even exceed his maximum capacity for food.

As one hour became two before turning into three, the meal finished and the Steel Chefs had the information they needed. Thunder and Soy had eaten virtually everything the two cooks had considered for the menu and even a few of Teriyaki’s pet project dishes that the raccoon had managed to quietly sneak in. The lovers groaned and attempted to get up only to fail miserably in the process, both landing back down on the floor with a padded thump made by well-cushioned rears, Soy could not remember the last time she had stuffed herself so much. The mountain of panda belly in front of her gurgled and jostled as stretched stomach muscles fought to shift and compact the giant ball of consumed food into something more manageable. With no small amount of difficulty, Jun and Teriyaki managed to help their guests to their feet and watched them start to lumber home. Their stride acquiring a barely perceptible thud as their weighty footfalls began the long trip home…

As the two of them groaned happily and lay engorged in their apartment, Soy held her boyfriend close and rested his head against her breast. After trying and failing to suppress a belch, she turned her head towards Thunder and kissed him on the forehead. “I love you Dwight.” Soy whispered softly.

“Happy early Lunar New Year Lihwa, I can’t think of anyone I rather spend it with then my favorite panda princess.” He replied with a smile as he looked back up at her then kissed her on the lips.

Yes you can. Soy thought with a smile as Thunder called her by her real name. She knew Tiffany was on her brother’s mind even as he rested here in Soy’s arms but the panda couldn’t really blame him. Still, not like there wasn’t a bellyful of future panda plumpness Soy would be more then willing to share with her future sister-in-law…