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Adipose City: Sustenance and Solace

By Psion

An Adipose City Story

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Adipose City, corpulent city of a future ruled by fast-food franchises and food processing corporations ruling over a growing population of portly humans and anthromorphs. A towering collection of bustling skyscrapers housing offices, apartments, and greenhouses, of sprawling factories, and other urban growth covering most of Rhode Island and parts of Massachusetts. Beyond it lay an expansive patchwork of corporate farms growing endless acres of grains and vegetables, geodesic domes raising more exotic fruits and vegetables, and ranches tending to herds of genetically modified feral chickens, cows, and pigs; huge, waddling livestock engineered to produce greater amounts of succulent meat, occasionally ending their lives ironically on the dinner tables of pig and bovine animen.

Beyond the farms and ranches were the forests, slowly reclaiming the ruins of suburbia and growing wild in land that was too mountainous or rocky to develop into farmland, too mineral-poor to mine, or too far away from the cities to build up into something else. Here the forests grew largely unhindered, visited mostly by biologists trying to conduct their research in relative peace and sportsmen out hunting in one fashion or another. Unfortunately, out in the woodlands was where rogue GMOs would end up and where the PhysEd Consortium bred and unleashed GeneWolves and other modified feral beasts for attacking and raiding the ranches and farmland closer to the cities. For most, this reduced visitation even further. Yet what made most of the portly citizens of the world tremble in fear caused others to salivate with a mix of excitement and hunger...

The camera drone hovered silently as it remained focused on its subject, a white-tailed deer animan named Ricker Wallis. Yet except for the occasional whisper, the ponderous muscle-gut titan paid not even the most scant amount of attention to the camera. Positively bulging biceps flexed as the buck held up his hand to signal the robot to hold still.

"Alright, just ahead is a small pack of GeneWolves I've been tracking since morning." He whispered softly, beefy arm resting on his bulging "kegger" belly beneath an elastic black bite suit with the Burger World logo emblazoned over his bulging middle. "The packs aren't large, about three or four per unit, but each of them is about the size of a large motorcycle. They're very dangerous so of course I'm going to try and take on an entire pack by myself." The buck smiled as an animalistic growl could be heard off camera, they caught his scent.

Running towards the pack, muscular legs propelling his rotund figure towards the charging trio of wolves, he jumped and belly-flopped the alpha. The genetically augmented timber wolf yelped as Ricker's full weight came crashing down on it while strong arms grappled with the others. The genewolves bit on his padded sleeves, trying in vain to chew on the muscular arms beneath. Bones cracked as his weight and his strength slowly crushed the genetically augmented predators. Opening his mouth wide, Ricker shoved the barely alive mutants into his elastic gullet. The camera drone hovered into position for a perfect side view as his jaw stretched out. Cervine throat bulged as the twitching lupines slowly slide down into his belly. The buck winked at the camera and let his first prey flail around before swallowing it whole. His stomach bulged as the beta and alpha followed after their pack mate. The camera zoomed in on his jostling, kicking gut as Ricker reached down to give it a slow, contented rub. The Burger World logo stretched and "grew" as his abdomen finally settled and he gave it a gentle pat.

Letting out a satisfied belch, he gestured for the camera to follow along as he looked for another trail to follow. The camera maintained the side profile for a moment, getting a few final seconds of his bloated, wobbling belly before falling in line behind him and getting a long shot of his other sponsors, a choice selection of logos for Burger World's many subsidiaries plastered on the seat of his bite suit pants. Big, round bubble butt announcing the literal and figurative end of the episode. A second later the drone gave a short series of beeps confirming that it had ceased recording and the raw footage had been successfully transmitted to Wallis' editor for processing. Speaking of which...

"Well that's another three tallies to your score on the Barehanded Hunting leader boards." His handler reported through a radio in his ear. "Though damn, for someone that isn't a femboy or into butt expansion, you sure have the camera take a lot of shots of your ass."

Ricker chuckled, running his fingers through his short hair as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Well you know, have to get something for the ladies after all." He answered while keeping a lookout for more prey; maybe there were a few tasty boars that could keep the wolves in his groaning belly company. "I'm going to keep looking for another hour, if I find something I'll film another round. If not, I'll see you back at camp. By the way, speaking of the leader boards..."

"Before you even ask, she's still ahead of you. Though she is starting to slow down, must have been that last binge she went on. You might be able to beat her if you bring down something really big before the boards close for the weekend, not sure that's a good idea though." His coworker replied.

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. I might just have to live with Sushi keeping her lead for one more week." He replied before continuing his search onward; always one rank behind that PanAsian black bear and her enormous, car-crushing behind...

Sushi licked her lips greedily as her ursine nose picked up the scent of a neo-cougar. Nearly three hundred pounds of genetically reengineered feline muscle, first created by Consortium scientists to sabotage Burger World ranches in the North American Midwest, the pests have since spread over most of the continent and were even started to appear in Europe if the Aristo big game hunters were to be believed. A tasty pest spread across two continents, maybe even more. And one of them was seconds away from sliding down her insatiable ursine gullet. The PanAsian huntress slowly crept along in an attempt to deafen the sound of her weighty footfalls, abundant hips swaying to and fro as the muscle-fat she-bear walked along in pursuit of her prey.

Ahead of her, her target slowly padded along on all fours, seemingly oblivious to the impending doom creeping up behind him. Just a little closer and jump! Thick, sturdy leg muscles buried beneath her monstrous thunder thighs propelled her in the air just high enough to jump on top of her quarry. Nearly five hundred pounds of butt-heavy muscle-fat bear came crashing down on the feral creature ass-first. The neo-cougar yowled with distinctly feline surprise as this heavy weight suddenly descended upon it and broke multiple bones with a sicken crack. Her mark flailed and struggled, jade-colored Tuffweave jumpsuit turned away claws as the feline swatted at her. Sushi countered by squeezing her victim between her massive thighs, slowly smothering and wearing out the mutant creature.

Once her meal ran out of fight, the Japanese glutton loosened her grip and opened her mouth wide. Her fat tongue licked her feline prey as it disappeared into her maw headfirst, savoring the flavor as her taste buds caressed its tawny brown fur. Oh how she enjoyed the taste of neo-cougars, in an admittedly petty way it was a shame the Consortium hadn't tried to set them loose in Asia, that way she wouldn't have to travel all the way to North America to experience their flavor. Leg bones cracked softly beneath her powerful jaw as she suddenly found herself down to the creature's haunches. Another second and she slurped up its long, tawny tail like a particularly long noodle. Her bloated stomach briefly jostled as her battered prey fought one last time before resigning to its fate.

Smiling and turning to face the hovering camera drone that had been quietly recording her exploits, she proudly bore her big belly for her audience before turning away to sniff the air hungrily. No fresh scents... at least none that weren't clearly human or animan at any rate. A pity, she had hoped for enough prey to record one more episode before heading back to her camp. Oh well... at least her audience got at least one good show today. The Asian black bear couldn't understand it; as far as she knew, Ricker Wallis and she were the only two barehanded hunters in the area, she could have sworn there would be more then enough prey for both of them in this forest. Perhaps someone was hunting the less exciting way...

Earlier that day...

Jennifer Moore loved hunting. The big-bootied blond she-bear especially loved when she got to do it on company time. Of course, when it was on company time it wasn't with cute little woodland creatures she could trap and gobble up in one bite. But at a little over five hundred pounds of soft and squishy teddy bear, the ursine tomboy had a figure to maintain and an appetite to sate. The fact that her prey was almost as big as she was didn't worry her, her stomach was more then up for the challenge of knocking a few of them back.

Sitting on a sturdy memory plastic chair that warped and shaped itself around the shape of her broad backside, comfortably hidden inside a camouflaged blind with an Ahab compound crossbow cradled in her arms. Moore's pale blue eyes scanned the open meadow below him as her semi-circle ears listened for the sound of a potential meal walking into her field of fire. The sound of tall grass rustling to her left caught his attention. Was it one of the feral Neo-Apex critters she was sent out here to hunt or something that actually belonged in the woods? Raising her Ahab into a firing position and peering down the scope, the bear held her breath as a neo-wolf came out of the brush to take a drink from the brook that ran through the meadow. There, just had to switch on the overlay that calculated bolt trajectory and...

The crossbow bolt flew through the air before impacting into the mutant wolf's neck. The creature was dead before it even knew what happened. As Jennifer Moore mentally registered the kill, she switched on the Ahab's motorized winch and reeled her kill back to her with a high-tensile strength tether. Ignoring the growl of her stomach, she pulled the slain beast into her blind and smiled. "So, this is what about a thousand credits gets the Consortium these days? Damn, I didn't think my tastes were that expensive." She jested to no one in particular as the camo-clad Road Hog admired her handiwork, logging the kill before getting down to the task of "disposing" of the carcass. In ten minutes it was over, the mutant wolf was gone, and her belly was happily sated for the immediate future. Time to reload and see how many times he could repeat this delicious process.

Several hours, two more neo-wolves, a neo-cougar, and two ice-cold cans of beer later, Jennifer Moore had reached her limit. Her stomach bulged out well past her knees and had begun to groan not with a demand for food but with a plea for its owner to stop feeding her face before she exploded like a cheap balloon. Discomfort mixed with gluttonous bliss as the bear leaned back and gave her swollen middle a proud slap. So full, so very full, she contemplated with a riotous belch. Elsewhere she pictured the rest of her hunting party in similar states of gastronomical euphoria, Bazooka Betty and Daisy Dukes were somewhere else in the forest, likely thinking of waddling back to the Trailblazer RV much like she was. The others were already there, either sleeping off their turn of stuffing their faces the day before or just hanging around the campsite because they weren't particularly big on this whole "outdoors" thing. Jennifer couldn't blame them but at the same time, she couldn't possibly turn down some of these tasty critters PEC and Taco King created to harass Burger World's ranches.

Slowly, the brown bear anthro lumbered to her feet, black combat boots sinking into the soft earth, and lazily began packing up. Chair and blind were promptly folded up and slung over her shoulder next to her locked Ahab crossbow. Surveying her surroundings briefly and idly kicking up the grass that had been flattened by her blind, she smiled at how effectively she cleaned up. Where there was once a small camp, only footprints remained. Good luck to anyone trying to figure out where four Apex gene-mods went, the brutish she-bear thought with a smirk and a belch as she waddled off. Now to sleep this off and finish putting on some weight to go crash Dr. Stone's party...

Three days later, back in Adipose City...

Ricker Wallis did his best to smile as he slowly walked along downtown Adipose City, overstuffed belly bouncing beneath a red Expandex shirt as the deer animan strolled past towering skyscrapers containing shopping malls, eateries, and night clubs. His latest exploits had been posted online and the leader boards had posted the latest rankings before shutting for the weekend. Once again Sushi had beaten him but at least this time the gap was much smaller. Next time he'd triumph that Asiatic black bear, he was certain of it. Regardless, the two of them had other obligations today; ones of a much less competitive nature.

Even with most of the city built towards its modern citizens' luxurious girths, there were still a number of small, out of the way places in both the new and old districts of Adipose City for those that knew where to look. Some were even used by people who simply wanted to disappear and be left alone. It was one of these such meeting places that Ricker was visiting with Sushi and Burger World's own Jennifer Moore. Their activities three days prior had finally settled, rounding them all out. Two big bottom-heavy bears and a big ball of deer blubber, all of them gathered to give a little emotional support to those that needed some...

There were five of them, a mix of humans and animen, male and female, sitting in cheap sofas around a low coffee table, in a room that might have been a pantry for a fast food franchise. All of them had that same blank stare Ricker had seen many times before, a look he didn't want to think about. Without a word he sat down between two girls, "accidentally" squishing one against the sagging couch and wrapping the other one in a bear hug. Neither of them said so much as a single word as they started to nuzzle his squishy midsection. The "booty bears" helped themselves to similar squishing delights, "flattening" slender chubby chasers beneath broad backsides. None of the five made a