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Adipose City Shorts 3: Maxwell

By Psion

An Adipose City Short

Adipose City, an expansive megacity fat with vertical farms, underground greenhouses, restaurants, and a wonderfully corpulent population happily enjoying all of it; it was a place where an enterprising individual could make quite the opportunity for himself as long as he had the guts to go all the way. And Maxwell Bargebelly, Street Sumo extraordinaire, definitely had the guts to go all the way in a world ruled by feuding fast-food companies. And he definitely wasn't going to be beaten in tonight's underground sumo wrestling match…

A big black human male with a broad, big-bellied pear-shaped figure, Maxwell was about six-hundred-pounds of proud Adipose City porker. Meaty legs rippled with a combination of fat and muscle led up to a broad backside and a big jutting belly, two wobbly reservoirs of countless calories consumed simply because he could. They all could now. Two beefy arms taut with muscle currently pushed against his opponent as he stared at the Norwegian polar bear with a pair of brown eyes narrowed in determination. His body nude except for a black mawashi, Maxwell felt sweat start to drip down his face as he dug in his feet and continued to push against his opponent. Grunting and gritting his teeth, he pushed hard, maintaining the stalemate. The bear animan snarled; Maxwell remained unmoved.

His short-cut black hair starting to become matted with sweat, the human Street Sumo maintained his hold until he had enough of an opening to belly bump his foe off of his feet. Slamming his prodigious gut into the other male, his dark pillow-like flesh quivering violently from the impact, Max towered over the ursine wrestler. His foe was down but not knocked out of the ring. Backing away before slamming his feet down in a classic squat, he quickly eyed up his foe as the polar bear slowly rose back to his feet. The bear was strong but he was reaching the end of his stamina based on how heavily he was panting. Maxwell smiled despite himself, this was going to be over quickly.

The battle was finished in the following round. Maxwell's opponent attempted to knock him out with a furious charge that the human blocked easily. Embracing the shaggy furred animan and pushing as hard as he could, the black-haired man shoved the other wrestler all the way out of the ring. As the white furred ursine fell on his back and collapsed in an exhausted heap, Maxwell exhaled and finally allowed himself to wipe the sweat from his brow. Just another night getting paid in Adipose City. Maybe afterwards he'd grab a triple-stack burger or spend a couple hours watching the girls at Club Derriere….

Adipose City Shorts 4: Beth and Erik

Queensland Confectionaries was an Australian megacorporation that shipped desserts as far away as Adipose City. An entity unto itself ruling over the entire Australian continent, Queensland Confectionaries held sway over a vast territory of ranchland, urban landscapes, and beautiful beaches. It was on the latter that a familiar pair was currently spending their day off.

Erik smiled softly as he followed behind his girlfriend, lugging an oversized Porta-fridge over his shoulder. The blond-haired dingo couldn't think of a better way to spend an afternoon then on a beach with his lover. Bethany “Swiss" McGirth led the way, the tan-furred kangaroo let her long blond hair blow freely in the warm ocean breeze as she waddled along. A bright red and blue Expandex bikini was stretched tight against her pastry-padded figure, her massive backside wigging teasingly back at Erik as she lead him to her favorite spot on the beach. The canine animan was glad her favorite spot was fairly deserted, as he was sure his swimming trunks did little to hide his interest in plowing that big kangaroo rump of hers. Just him, her, and a cooler full of drinks, nothing could possibly be better. Their first time truly alone since he had quit working for the PhysEd Consortium and started working for Queensland Confectionaries under a new identity.

Finally finding themselves a spot Beth decided was good enough, the kangaroo Big Tool unfurled a beach blanket while Erik set down the heavy Porta-Fridge in the white sand with a soft thud. The reinforced, solar-powered electric cooler continued to carry on with its duty to keep the selected drinks cold despite its impact with the sand. Beth sat herself down on the blanket, her massive hips spilling over the cloth blanket and rubbing against the sand, and patted her lap invitingly as she regarded her athletically trim boyfriend with a coy smile. “Come on dingo boy, give this shelia a reason to jump." She teased while casting an eye towards his swimming trunks and the bulge they barely concealed.

Erik didn't need to be told twice, embracing his girlfriend and teasingly toying with the straps of her bikini bottom as he kissed her on the lips. Hands sank into the soft squishy flab of her volumous ass, fingers gently sinking into the endless softness as he kissed deeper. His flat canine tongue caressed the inside of jaw as her long, thin one tickled near the back of his mouth. His deep blue eyes stared deeply into hers as they finally broke away. Her arms around him, his around her, one of his hands running through her long blond hair, his mind drifted into a relaxed place as he leaned forward to kiss her a second time. This time the bottoms came off…

Adipose City Shorts 5: Edward Stuffem

Adipose City, a city of high technology and ravenous overindulgence. With virtually the entire world grossly overfed with cheap, abundant foodstuffs, food was as much a source of pleasure and entertainment as it was of nourishment. One such establishment devoted to ingestion entertainment was the Belly Buster eatery tucked away in a little corner of the city's downtown district. A small nondescript “hole in the wall" establishment only distinguished by the neon sign advertising the “Belly Buster" as such, the Belly Buster was a feeder bistro owned and operated by the Steel Chef Edward Stuffem. A freelance cyber-chef working on his own without any corporate sponsorship, Edward was a black-haired brown bear with the rotund body of a successful cook. A white chef's jacket and black Expandex pants were stretched tight against a robust pear-shaped figure, most of Edward's frequent taste testing ending up in a large pillowy paunch or a broad backside. Despite his considerable girth, he was no slouch in a brawl as a stray street ganger was about to learn the hard way.

Edward imagined the athletic ganger he was currently dragging by his wrists downstairs into the basement below his restaurant, likely one of PEC's little sponsored projects to annoy the fatties while the muscle heads languished in their Icelandic fortress, thought he would be an easy smash and grab. Beat him up and skim the credit card information in the register, shame for the lithe ganger then that Edward had very much the full strength of a bear beneath his flabby exterior.

Taking the Jock ganger down into the basement storeroom, the bear had just finished strapping the muscular rabbit animan to the “disposal unit" when the thinner male regained consciousness. The captive ganger struggled and attempted to spit out the hose in his mouth but it was no good, this was not the first would-be thief to try and ruin Edward's business nor the first to get forcibly hooked up to the food pump designed to grind up and dispose of leftovers and food scraps the only way Adipose City considered civilized. After all, why waste what one could add to another's waist?

After making sure his prisoner was firmly restrained and could not interrupt business upstairs, Edward waddled up out of the basement and back upstairs into the kitchen. The Belly Buster was an eatery that catered to a specific kind of clientele, those who liked to feed or be fed by others. As such it regularly catered to diners whose eyes were bigger then theirs or their lover's not-inconsiderable stomachs. With such large appetites, the kitchen was heavily automated to help Edward cook up simple hearty comfort food in bulk. Huge stainless steel pots bubbled with a variety of soups as a bank of ovens cooked multiple GMO turkeys rotisserie style. Elsewhere a pile of assorted root vegetables were simmering in a large pot of boiling water. Edward was as ready as he could be for tonight.

Tonight's first reservation was for a couple that Edward always had a strange feeling about. They were all right enough, paid their tab promptly and always tipped well, but the bear couldn't shake the feeling that the big-bellied Aussie kangaroo and his blond golden Labrador girlfriend were out of place in Adipose City. No matter, they tipped well. Once seated in a small dining that ensured they had some semblance of privacy, the slender canine sat herself on the kangaroo's lap and hugged him like a giant teddy bear as the black-haired Steel Chef wheeled in their order; one huge pot of soup and a roasted turkey with trimmings. For the first course at least, the couple almost always ordered a second and got through most of it. The rest, fed into the disposal and ultimately into his captive downstairs. The blond canine blushed guiltily as she lovingly fed her boyfriend a baked potato, letting his tongue slowly caress her fingers as he devoured the butter-lathered potato in three quick bites.

As the first couple's dinner got underway, a second and third couple arrived to take their own booths. Orders were made, food was prepared, and leftovers were fed to his captive in the basement as dirty dishes were loaded into the dishwasher; just another night at the Belly Buster. One that was putting a great deal of weight on his captive's midsection, the ursine chef was satisfied to discover when he went down to check between courses. What was once a toned abdomen as flat as a washboard had bulged into a small gut the size of a bowling ball or cantaloupe as the rabbit was filled with discarded food. Food waste was undesirable in Adipose City, not a crime per say but definitely frowned upon. His captive glared at him but his resistance had faded with all the blood flowing down to his stomach, his body focused entirely on working through the massive flow of calories being pumped into him. Giving the restrained ganger's ballooning belly a gentle pat, Stuffem gauged how much room the other male's belly had left by how much resistance he felt. With a cruel smile on his lips, he pulled a level on the disposal unit to inject a high-caloric solution into the slurry he was pumping into the growing rabbit. His prisoner briefly squirmed before surrendering to the torrent of food being pumped into him. His belly bulged tighter and rounder, his chest losing definition as the fleshy food-filled mound crawled out past his knees and pushed his legs apart.

The Steel Chef regarded his foe with a lick of his lips and activated the emergency stop once he sensed the PEC ganger reach his capacity. Stuffem gave the restrained male's bulging belly a gentle pat, noting the resistance his hand felt against the rabbit's bloated belly. Edward had big plans in mind for this would-be thief turned garbage disposal, very big plans indeed…

Adipose City Shorts 6: Annabel

Adipose City, a cyberpunk metropolis of towering skyscrapers honeycombed with alleyways and abandoned spaces hosting all manner of shady dealings between the ruling corporations. Espionage, sabotage, kidnapping, and other dirty deeds carried out by portly company agents and fat hired freelancers. In this group of stealthy individuals, no one was better at staying in the shadows then the Grabboids and none were quite as sneaky as Annabel.

A frog animan, Annabel was a relative oddity among animen. Most preferred mammals but amphibians were not unheard of. Yet it was her particular species choice that rubbed a few individuals the wrong way, the South American horned frog. Better known as the Pacman Frog for its big mouth, the baseline creature was a notoriously big eater known to occasionally devour things that were almost as big as it was. There were rumors about some of the things she was able to squeeze into her big mouth, all of them untrue but she encouraged them all the same. There was something to be said for maintaining an air of mystique and fear in this city. Especially when guns tended to be even more effective then they used to be thanks to the average person now being slower, bigger, and more properly cushioned to soak up the recoil of fully automatic weapons.

Crouching and leaning on her abundant belly for comfort, Annabel was as still as a round green statue as she watched the back alley meeting from her shadowy perch up overhead. A trio of Italiana suits, all three of the expansive meatballs dressed prim and proper in their Expandex three piece suits, met with a curious individual who looked like they couldn't care less about formality. The PEC street gang, the Divas if Annabel identified the deer doe's arm tattoo correctly, regarded the other party with a mix of disgust and contempt. “You got the guns fatty?" The gang leader asked arrogantly.

The Italiana agent responsible for the negotiations ignored the insult, focusing squarely on the matter at hand. “We do, the drop will go on exactly as we had agreed. You better hold up your part of the deal though."

The gang leader snorted dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, torch a couple Motherland Provision outlets near Aristo territory. Go back to your pasta buffet and don't worry about it tubby."

From her perch above, the frog aniwoman smiled and descreetly recorded the meeting below. Interesting, so Italiana was trying to start a fight between Aristo and Motherland Provisions by arming the PEC gangers, interesting on two counts. The first was something that both corps would pay handsomely for. The second would be a major black eye to Italiana's public image if it ever came to light that they were arming PEC operatives, even ones as low on the chain of command as the anarchistic punks the Consortium let run wild. One that even the dodgy corporation could not afford to take. Interesting, interesting indeed. Tonight looked like it was going to be her night. Maybe later she would head off to the nearest Taco King and celebrate with a Burrito Estómago Grande or two…