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Tales from Adipose City: Operation Party Crashers

By Psion

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Adipose City, gluttonous cyberpunk city of the future. The heart and soul of a world where food and life were cheap, ruled by sprawling fast-food empires and junk food megacorporations, and most had the waistlines to prove it. But this large population of rotund humans and "animen" fatfurs did not define everyone. The PhysEd Consortium and their army of fitness fanatics had only been recently pushed back to their fortress on Iceland, bunkering down and seeing to their losses after a number of their finest escaped after a seemingly impossible coup. And then there were the admirers...

The admirers were something of an oddity of the fat future. Known by many names; fat admirers, chubby chasers, they were a small group of humans and anthros cursed with a high metabolism and an insatiable appetite for soft, well-rounded bedmates. The corpulent majority was taken aback at first but ultimately accepting of this minority, many of them assuming the same jobs and positions as their larger counterparts. PEC on the other hand was... not as accepting. It has been often said that the torturous abuses the Consortium deals to their flabby rivals pale in comparison to the nightmares that await the admirers if they are ever captured. Those that are and survive their ordeal are never quite the same. Congregating in the larger cities, most survivors of PEC's horrors tend to keep to themselves and for the most part, the ruling powers of the pudgy world was happy to make it a rule that they'd be left alone for the most part. Our story today involves one of the exceptions to this rule...

Bazooka Betty was reviewing her email in the communal room of her apartment building on Burger World's Adipose City campus when Daisy Dukes waddled in and took a seat on the couch across from her. The overstuffed black haired tabby cat looked up from reviewing her corporate correspondence and glanced at the pear-shaped femboy fox. "What's wrong DeeDee?" She asked, noticing the slight frown on his face.

The Big Tool shook his head, long brown locks flowing like water as he turned back to his Street Sumo coworker. "Nothing I suppose." He began in a smooth Southern accent. "Cherry Pop just sent me a message saying she had to postpone our dinner date tonight. Apparently that support group she's in or leads, the one for people that got out of the Consortium's reeducation camps, had to call an emergency meeting tonight. One guy's having a breakdown and two new members aren't adjusting to life in Adipose City as well as everyone thought. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do about it, is there sugs?" The broad-hipped vulpine mechanic sighed.

"You could always ask if the group would like us to send some beer, takeout, and hookers." The blond ursine tank mistress Jennifer "Tank Ass" Moore interrupted from off to the side of the room. Talking in between bites of a triple-bacon cheeseburger as big as her head, the blue-eyed bear noticed her friends were staring at her. "What? Come on, even I don't like the idea of people sitting around all crying and boo-hooing. So get Dr. Stone back on the phone and ask if she'd like us to deliver a present. By the way, isn't one of Lady Boobsalot's knights also a member or something? Maybe we could get her to pass the idea on to ol' Lady Love Blimps and arrange a joint shipment of grub, booze, and whores. Then have Penny see if there are any cameras she can tap so we can watch the fireworks and take bets to see which of the ho-ho's gets greedy and tries to get triple-stuffed with cream."

Betty thought about it for a second then smiled. Why the hell not? The huge-breasted feline decided as she dialed up Dr. Stone's number. The worst that she could say was no after all. And if she agreed to this little scheme, well there were ways Betty and her cohorts could go about having some fun to raise the money for putting everything together...

Deborah Falls wished she could say no to this latest job offer. She had been trying to get a job with Paladin Armored Defense Solutions, an unaligned private security company, but they hadn't replied beyond the automated thank-you email. No, her latest offer was from her current employer, Club Derriere. In addition to being a strip club, Derriere maintained a growing escort service cashing on the legalization of prostitution within the city. Since tips were not as much as she had hoped, the rotund blond mare had reluctantly accepted the offer. And today was the day she was to go in to make sure her paperwork was in order and meet her assigned "work party." For their protection, Derriere partnered their escorts in groups of three to four "toys" for parties and particularly wealthy clients. "Lil Debby" as she had become known among the other club employees, blushed as she slowly walked into the back area of the club where the escort agency kept its offices. Her thick, thunderous thighs swayed back and forth like the gentle rocking of a ship at sea, her positively massive bubble butt wobbling with every step, and Falls felt every second of it as she ambled along in modest Expandex clothes. She had been trying to go on a diet but so far it had been a horribly uphill battle, the mare never realized just how bland and flavorless a lot of the Consortium's usual foodstuffs were compared to the cyber-cornucopia offered by the "fatty corps." Everything she tasted was impossible to put down until she finished it and the particularly high-caloric foods were nothing short of heavenly. She had become especially fond of Queensland's line of snack cakes and that weird little Aristo Irish place, O'Maddy's. But then there were her coworkers...

While most people she had met in the city were surprisingly nice and even complimentary of her appearance, most of her fellow dancers at Derriere managed to figure out who she had worked for before taking up a job on the poles and more then a few of them weren't happy about it. The fact that all of the clubs dancers were pretty hefty, some as big as she was, didn't stop them from getting their digs in like they were about to again...

"Hey girls, look who it is! It's the PEC Piggy!" Aaron smirked, an exceptionally bottom heavy black and white skunk and one of the few male dancers in the club that wasn't particularly effeminate. He was also one of the few that didn't have room to talk about her size, being the only one out of the trio that could go butt to butt with Deborah no problem.

"How you doing blubber butt?" Amanda giggled; Aaron's twin sister, black and white skunk female with an excessively generous hourglass figure.

"So you decided to finally join us Fulsome Filly? Are you at least any less of a robot on stage then you were for Superhero Night? I still can't believe you found a way to foul that up, no one else wears the Dame Liberty outfit quite as well as you did." Sophia greeted with a cackle, a black-furred vixen with monstrous thighs and hair dyed bubblegum pink.

Deborah's cheeks burned as she sat down in front of Lucas, the wolf muscle-gut bouncer and the group's "agent" for arranging parties and negotiating contracts. Taking off his sunglasses to review her paperwork, the gray-furred animan nodded approvingly. "Looks like everything's good, are you ready for your first night?" He asked politely.

"What DO you have for us tonight? Did anyone call or is this going to be a slow night?" Sophia interjected before Deborah could respond.

Lucas smiled. "You aren't going to believe who sent me an email, Bazooka Betty herself. Still hashing out details with her but it sounds like she wants us to crash a meeting of the Admirers."

"The who?" Deborah asked, still somewhat new to the city and all the groups and corporations that inhabited it.

Sophia laughed bitterly. "The Admirers, fat admirers. You know, chubby chasers, guys and girls that get hot and bothered for big and juicy playthings. Specifically though, they're people that your old muscle head friends were doing psych-warfare experiments on. A couple dozen of them are living in Adipose City after they got busted out of one prison camp or another." She explained, smirking at the equine maiden.

Falls blinked and let it sink in; trembling as she suddenly became rather uncomfortable. The mare actually was familiar with the kind of people that made up the Admirers then and the idea of being in a room full of them terrified her. Even being as fat as she was, they would have to recognize her. They would have to know who she was and if they did... Lucas reached across his desk to put a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, it will be alright. This isn't the first time we've entertained the Admirers, they're usually a pretty passive bunch." He grinned coyly. "The few times they did get wild, it was the good kind of wild." Deborah did her best to return his smile, if only she could share his confidence...

Betty smiled as things continued to unfold; she always did love it when a plan was going well. Rebecca had approved of the idea and passed the message on to Lady Nelson. The Aristo agent apparently also liked the idea and told the others that food was not going to be a problem. The Burger World feline was willing to bet a week's pay that Nelson was going to use this as an opportunity to do a little theft of rival food stocks but then again, Betty DID have Penny stealing money from the accounts of a few secret PEC supporters. Not a whole lot, just enough to hire Lucas's escorts for the evening and buy a couple six-packs of cold beer. The equine code wader turned her head and nodded in confirmation. The money was theirs, now to pay the hookers and get a Portafridge full of drinks together.

The mare sat nervously as Lucas drove the Derriere "party truck" to the meeting. A modified utility van, virtually indistinguishable from dozens of other trucks on the city streets, the "party truck" was modified to carry the weight of four escorts, their bouncer, and any other supplies required by their client. Deborah was still unnerved, the first stop they were required to make before crashing the meeting doing little to improve her mood. First was the Burger World campus where Bazooka Betty and her team loaded a fully charged Portafridge onto their truck. The giant portable electric ice chest hummed softly as it kept a ridiculous assortment of drinks cold, Falls got a good look as Betty snuck in a final few beverages. Burger World beers and colas as well as a handful of Berrika fruit drinks were systematically crammed into the cooler. The big-bottomed blonde thought she saw Betty glance at her before the feline waved them off, a faint flicker of recognition in the tabby cat's golden eyes as Lucas resumed his contracted drive through the city.

Next was the Aristo spire where a plump equine Big Tool quickly got them loaded up with cardboard boxes full of Italiana and O'Maddy's takeout, wisps of steam still coming off a few of the open containers. Deborah smiled despite herself as her blue eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar Irish logo slapped on a couple boxes. Maybe the Admirers would be in the mood for some food play, she thought optimistically. Try as she might, she couldn't chastise herself for slipping into "fatty thinking." Oblivious to her silent debate, Lucas continued on to the meeting they were supposed to crash.

With PEC driven out of Subcity a few months ago, the largely abandoned underground construction was left to all manner of hidden company laboratories and colorful underworld types hiding out or conducting business ranging from the simply scandalous to the outright illegal. While not bound by the same "fair play" agreement the megacorps agreed to, Admirers tended to stick together and were proficient enough at defending themselves to deal with most threats so few criminals found it worth their while to hassle them.

The meeting was being held in a small block of low-income apartments. The outside was so devoid of activity that Deborah thought they had the wrong address at first. But when Lucas called up his contact, he nodded his head. "Alright this is the place, go on in while I get everything unloaded." The lupine brawler confirmed with a smile.

Deborah did her best to return his grin as she rose to her feet and followed the other scantily clad escorts to the reinforced. Time to go to work, the mare thought and tried to avoid looking nervous as the meeting leader greeted them at the door. A stern pair of blue eyes peered at the gathered hookers. "You the party favors?" The woman on the other side barked.

Aaron flashed a playful smile as he stepped in front of and rudely butt bumped the mare to get in line behind him, unfazed by the doorkeeper's frigid stare as he gazed right back into those stern blue eyes. "Hello sugar, is this the safe haven Lucas was looking for?" He asked with a coy purr.

The view slit slammed shut as the automatic rolling door ascended to reveal a slender blond human woman. "Sorry stinky, I have a nice pair of vulpine thunder thighs I'm going to have to make up to later." She smirked while stepping aside and waving them all in. Deborah's eyes briefly went wide; this was the Druggist that accompanied the Burger World team on...

Rebecca Stone's cold stare broke for a moment when she spotted the Fulsome Filly, frosty indifference melting in the face of genuine astonishment and confusion as she looked over the other blond woman in her Dame Liberty costume. The white high-heeled rubber knee-high boots, skimpy red and white thong, and blue-starred bra might as well not been there at all for how piercing the Druggist's gaze was as she clearly struggled to decide whether she should punch Falls in the face or wave her in with the others. Ultimately she let the broad-bottomed woman in and went to help Lucas unload after checking to make sure the coast was clear.

Aaron remained oblivious to this nonverbal exchange, his grin broadening as he eyed up the group sitting in the apartment living room on ratty-looking furniture. "Alright, who ordered the extra large booty ho's?" He asked the silent crowd looked back at him, unsure if this was a dream or not.

Out of the seven seated humans and animen, it was easy to tell who was new and who was a regular card-carrying member of the group, the new bloods looked ready to panic while the regulars motioned for them to relax. Without prompting, two of the regulars rose up and moved the flimsy-looking plastic coffee table to the side. The cheap piece of furniture looked like it would have broken under the weight of a printed phonebook, to say nothing of the weight of any escort that might have considered doing some table dancing. Used to quickly assessing targets... back when she was a PEC Big Gun in what felt like a million years ago, Deborah took in the audience and her surroundings with a glance as the four fat hookers waddled into the center of the apartment living room and started dancing.

One member, a human male with red hair, immediately rose up and walked out into the bedroom. The mare looked at the other six in case there was some cue she missed but a slender fox todd, Dr. Stone's apparent lieutenant among the local Admirers, looked down and shook his head. Excusing himself from the party, he went after the redheaded man and left the dancers alone with the remaining five Admirers. There was something there but for the moment it wasn't any of Deborah's business.

The mood of the room gradually warmed as the Admirers allowed the faintest flicker of a smile to cross their faces. Falls blushed as she felt an occasional hand reach out and slap her ass but put on her best smile as she tried to see who was about to get more horse butt then they knew what to do with. But the Admirers were quick when they wanted to and all of them had the same sly smile on their lips, it was impossible to tell who was the guilty party.

In a few minutes Deborah was left dancing alone, the others peeling off to get intimate with the clients. Amanda busied herself with a lithe raccoon, sitting herself on his lap and whispering sultry things into his ear as she slowly rubbed her rump against his crotch. Meanwhile Aaron slid in between a pair of human siblings, Deborah was unsurprised to see him kiss the brother on the cheek while the Admirer's sister straddled the skunk's crotch. What did surprise both Debby and her antagonist was how the brother responded; Aaron clearly didn't expect to get some tongue and a squeeze on the ass at first but he wasn't the type to turn it down either. Finally, Sophia cleaned up the remaining two, squishing a pair of slender animen beneath her broad vulpine thighs and promptly began making out with both of them. And the mare was left alone, shaking her big butt for an audience that was otherwise occupied, she wouldn't have had it any other way though.

Dr. Stone had long since finished loading the food into the apartment kitchen with Lucas and lock the door behind them. Looking around, the blond woman noticed the two missing members. "Where are Jake and Daniel?" She asked, staring directly at Debbie.

The horse animan had no idea which one was which so she just gestured in the direction of the bedroom and hoped that was enough. The look of concern on Rebecca's face told her otherwise. Disappearing into the next room, the freelance doctor's first order of business was to chase out the fox anthro that had gone after the human. Stone stuck her out the open door and looked at Deborah. "Hey umm... mighty mare? Could you come in here for a minute?" The medic asked humbly, her face wore an expression the prostitute wasn't familiar with.

Amanda had scooped up the free fox todd before Falls even registered that he had been chased out, the skunk girl now happily on her hands and knees in a position the mare didn't recognize, what was the one where one male entered from behind while the other received a blow job? Deborah cast a look towards Lucas, who nodded, then left the living room. Once she had lumbered in, the medic quickly shut the door behind the broad-hipped draft horse. The escort blinked as she spotted the redheaded man sitting alone on the bed, tears streaking his face. What was going on here?

"Alright." The slender healer began softly, keeping her voice low to avoid being heard through the thin walls. "For the next few seconds I need us to treat each other like we're both very stupid. Nod or shake your head, have you heard of Leon's right-hand woman at Hamburg, Anastasia the Nutcracker?"

Deborah's eyes lit up at the mention of that name, she nodded her head. Did that mean that this man was one of...

"Will both of you just go away?" The scrawny redhead said at last, speaking for the first time Deborah could recall.

Stone exhaled deeply and ignored him. "Look... Deborah is it? I know this isn't normal but could you help me with Jake?" She asked.

Falls understood and took a seat next to Jake, resisting the urge to blush as her weight caused the mattress to tip ever so slightly and the human to lean to one side and land his head into her plump lap. "Hi Jake." She smiled, secretly struggling to think of something. Finally she came up with an idea, it was probably the stupidest one she ever had but at least it was something.

"Do you like being a feeder Jake? Maybe with a little roleplay?" The mare asked with a sly smile on her face.

Jake the Redhead looked up at her like she was joking then shrugged, rising to his feet. Stone took her cue and quickly retrieved a couple boxes of take-out. Deborah made herself comfortable, seating her big rump squarely on the floor while the Admirer took up a position at her side. The mare smiled, so far so good. "So, how do you want to do it?"

"Please no damsel in distress bullshit. I mean your costume's nice but I've read too many bad Internet fics on the old Fur Affinity servers to find that enjoyable." He replied, going through the motions if only to humor her. Hesitating at the pile of food by their side, he turned back to her to get a recommendation.

"Oh the O'Maddy burgers are my favorite, I like pretty much all of Queensland's snack cakes but we don't have any of those." She suggested with a grin and a coy lick of her lips.

Given a place to start, he picked up one of the steak burgers and held it at her mouth. Potato bread bun, a thick steak patty, and a half dozen different root vegetable toppings. Deborah was glad that herbivore animen were not forced to be vegetarians, she couldn't imagine life with meaty treats like the one she was currently taking a big bite out of. A mix of delicious favors washed across her tongue as the burger's juices dribbled down her throat while she chewed. Mindful of his fingers, she downed the rest of the burger in a second bite before licking the juices off his slender digits. "Mmmm, yummy." She moaned softly as her tongue gently caressed his hand.

Jake trembled and promptly grabbed the first thing that was in reach. The Italian loaf was probably part of some Italiana pasta dinner but Deborah didn't care. Opening her mouth wide, she gestured for him to continue. The ex-PEC always knew she had a big mouth but she never realized how big until a few bites later, the still-warm loaf of bread was on its way to her stomach. "Ooooh, got any more carbs in there?" She asked coyly.

Her feeder's search produced a tub of pre-heated pasta with the tomato sauce cooked in. Deborah wasn't particularly wild about Italiana, she found always found it tasted cheap, but one look into his eyes told her she was getting her hooks into him. Declining to stand on any sort of ceremony, she buried her face in the offered bowl and began to greedily slurp up the contents and lick her face clean. Jake already had another delicacy in hand, a huge O'Maddy's baked potato slathered with sour cream and chives.

Seeing that they were all right, Stone had excused herself to give them some privacy. Deborah continued to gulp down treats on reflex, offering no resistance as Jake's free hand reached down to give her growing belly a gentle rub. The equine anthro smiled and belched as his ministrations ensured she have more room. Several tubs of soup soon found their way into her greedy gullet, their sloshing contents were soon sloshing inside of her bulging stomach. Patting her engorged abdomen, she smiled as Jake set up an entire Burger World Mini-Keg for her to wash everything down, an entire half-gallon of beer for her to cap her meal off with.

"Mmmm... I forgot to check; did Betty and her friends give us a dark beer or a light one? I suppose now's as good of a time to find out as any." She smiled and motioned for him to help her with the miniature plastic beer keg. Tilting her head back as Jake brought the spigot to her lips, the mare began to chug down the thick dark beer as her feeder cheered her on. Her stomach bulged in her hands as the keg was soon drained. It was all gone; all that remained of her gorging was a thin dribble of beer on her chin that was quickly lapped up and a box's worth of discarded wrappers and containers. Her bloated gut reached down to her knees as it began to slowly turn a day's worth of calories into more blubber. Lost in a somewhat drunken cloud of gastronomic bliss, she staggered up her feet and promptly stumbled, dragging Jake down with her as she crashed into the miraculously resilient bed. Lying on her side and gently pinning the Admirer beneath her swollen midsection, she leaned in close and gave the mauled man a kiss on the lips. Maybe this job wasn't so bad after all...