Tales from Silicon City: Fat Bunny Week 2015

By Psion

All Rights Reserved

Silicon City, survivor of the Great Recession and the dot.com busts of yesteryear, faded high-tech jewel of California. Despite being protected by a variety of superheroes both fat and fit, registered and vigilante, crime remained an ever-present danger. Yet this is not a story about the drug cartels or the metabeing slave labor trade, or about any of the more bone-chilling threats to the world of Silicon City. No, this is something more light-hearted. This is a story about a minor villain and her quest to destroy an Internet holiday...

Sailing above Silicon City in her airship, cleverly disguised as an advertisement blimp for her multinational cosmetic corporation, Dominique scowled as the other elite members of G.L.A.M., her legion of spoiled supermodel supervillians, gathered on the bridge at her behest. Sitting atop a luxuriously cushioned throne, the slender yet tall blond horsewoman regarded her fellow slim female supervilllains with a cool gaze from her pale blue eyes as she lounged clad in a tight black leather one-piece, knee high boots, and black domino mask. The benefit of being a fashionista was that the author didn't have to worry about being consistent with her costume as long as he was appropriately extravagant.

"Alright girls, are we all here?" Dominique asked as she called the meeting together with a barely restrained expression of disgust on her face, clearly she was about to discuss something that had been bothering her immensely. "Good, we're all here. As you all know, Shark Week was last week. And you know what that means..."

"That we're finally done with those bloody stupid commercials until next year?" Huntress, an Australian sportswear model and G.L.A.M.'s outdoor tracker, asked first.

"No." Dominique answered out of hand.

"That our favorite lingerie retailer will be having a sale soon?" Shadow Blossom, the French skunk infiltrator and lingerie model, asked next.

"Correct but no." Dominique replied, eyes starting to narrow with annoyance.

"That our contracts are up for renegotiation soon?" Gin asked hopefully, the panda biochemist and spa manager for G.L.A.M. secretly looking for a way to leave Dominique's employ.

"NO!" Dominique fumed, exasperated. "It means that this week is Fat Bunny Week."

"What's Fat Bunny Week?" That was the brown fox Snow Bunny; cyrokinetic, winter apparel model, and winter sports fanatic.

"A stupid Internet holiday celebrating disgustingly overweight rabbits." The superpowered dominatrix explained, waiting for the cries of "eww!" to subside before continuing. "The city has somehow gotten it into their heads to use this as an excuse for a charity event, something about starving children somewhere or something. Needless to say we have to put a stop to this. Who cares about poor people anyway?"

The gathered supervillains cheered and shouted in agreement, conducting themselves with an amount of decorum that befitted their relative status against more serious criminal masterminds. Once the jubilation subsided, Dominique smiled and began issuing assignments. There would be multiple portly heroines defending or otherwise supporting this event, many of them not even bunnies, and to better tackle the charity gala she needed to distract as many of those fatassed do-gooders as possible. Which is why Otaku, a Japanese hare that provided what passed for tech support amongst G.L.A.M., was chosen to confront the superfur "thunder bunnies" Demeter and Syrniki. Sure two on one odds was not a tactically sound maneuver but the beautiful statuesque equine was confident her agent would come out on top. After all, Otaku had her own suit of power armor, how could she lose?

Turns out finding a specific superhero was harder then it looked. Otaku was nearly discovered several times over as she attempted to stealthily navigate the city in her suit of hot pink power armor. Shaped like an anthropomorphic rabbit, the sleek anime-like metal armor leapt from rooftop to rooftop as electronic sensors scanned her surroundings and projected information on a heads-up display. Somewhere in the city were her targets; she just needed to find them.

Her search took her out of the bright neon lights and broad streets of the downtown district and into the low and middle-income neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city. The slender brown-furred bunny wrinkled her nose inside her armor even though her helmet was equipped with a powerful air filter rated for the finest particulates know to anthrokind. Like her fellow members of G.L.A.M., she detested the "ugly" working people. The sooner she found who she was looking for and put a stop to their ability to fight her fellow supermodels, the better. All she had to do was... wait, down there on the street!

On the street below her, for the moment oblivious to the rabbit in the hot pink battlesuit perched on the rooftop overhead, the rotund rabbit heroines Demeter and Syrniki were meeting in an alley discussing the upcoming charity event and the results of the day's adventures in the city. Otaku fought to suppress her disgust as she watched the two heroines waddle along and listened in on their conversation. Both of the stalked heroines were "thunder bunnies", a nickname for rabbits with a large, bottom-heavy physique.

To the left was Demeter, a brown-furred rabbit with black hair dressed in a hooded green unitard and contrasting red boots and gloves. Syrniki was on the right, a black-furred rabbit with platinum blond hair dressed in a tan overcoat and almost comical fuzzy hat with a star and cupcake insignia on her forehead. Less comical was the grenade launcher she cradled in her arms, a choice of weapon guaranteed to at least raise eyebrows with local law enforcement.

"Have you seen Wrench Wench lately?" Demeter asked her fellow fat bunny, oblivious to the danger above.

Syrniki shook her head, replying in heavily accented English. "No, she mentioned needing to take care of something before meeting us."

From her perch high above them, Otaku's ears twitched inside their metallic coverings as her lapine hearing picked up a sudden noise. The pink battlesuit villain turned her head to look over her shoulder just in time for the mink heroine Wrench Wench to connect her signature sledge hammer with the Japanese hare's armored face. The instant the two metal objects collided it was stars and Swiss yodelers in the villainess's head. Seconds later the G.L.A.M. techie blacked out...

The lapine villain regained consciousness a few hours later in a small room without any windows, tied gently to a wooden chair as her sleek "weaboo" armor lay tore open on the floor. Syrniki, Demeter, and Wrench Wench surrounded her, the plump mink sitting her well-rounded rear on a stool in front of a workbench in the corner as she cautiously probed the rabbit's helmet with a screwdriver. Otaku's two targets on the other hand were working in front of another bench with their abundant backsides to her, puttering away with an ominous collection of seeds, baking ingredients, and chemical containers bearing labels like "anorexia lipotherapy" and "hospital use only." The Japanese hare with the long black hair knew there was probably only one way this was going to end.

"Now." Syrniki began, turning around to face their captive. "Talk, why were you stalking us?"

"Well, I didn't realize that was a crime in America. I just happened to be nearby when your friend jumped me." Otaku countered back haughtily.

"Technically yes it is sugs." The black-haired mink interjected with a southern twang and a scowl that could blister the paint off of a battle tank. "And besides, we all know you're a full member of G.L.A.M. and Dominique only sends them out when she's up to something. So be honest with us, is she trying to sabotage Fat Bunny Week... again?" Wrench Wench asked with an exasperated sigh as she turned her big butt around and looked the restrained supermodel in the eye.

"I'll never reveal our plans to someone as ugly as you!" Otaku shot back, blue eyes narrowing defiantly.

"Well that's too bad then, guess you're no use to me then so these girls can have fun while I go play with your armor. Not a bad design though your taste in paint jobs leaves something to be desired hon." Wrench Wench replied with a dismissive smirk as she ambled out of the room, leaving the three rabbits alone.

The attempt to break Otaku into talking started in earnest. Syrniki finished whipping up her signature cake batter laced with a liquid high-caloric weight gain supplement, loading it into a large pastry bag just as Demeter tossed a single jet-black seed into the mix. Even as a botanical layman, the slender supermodel supervillain knew enough to recognize a watermelon seed. Before she could even think to hold her mouth shut, Demeter planted a hefty boot down on her toes; the big-assed florakinetic forcing her full weight down on the other rabbit's sensitive feet. Opening her mouth wide on reflex, Otaku let out a muffled cry as Syrniki shoved the dripping pastry bag into her mouth and gave it a good squeeze. Over a gallon of sweet batter, laced with something that had the same consistency as honey, was slowly coaxed down into her stomach. Flat, washboard abs slowly bulged outward as her abdomen gradually acquired a more rounded appearance. Swallowing to keep from choking on the steady torrent of batter, the formerly thin hare groaned as her stomach continued to balloon outward, forming a lump the size and shape of a beach ball in her lap. There was no spitting the bag out, her captor had it shoved in pretty good, only hoping the end of this gallon of viscous fluid was near.

As the pastry bag was finally drained and Syrniki was satisfied Otaku guzzled every last drop, the black-furred baker bunny removed it. The tied villain groaned and belched as torpor made her feel like her head was swimming in a fog. Yet the two lapine heroines hadn't finished with their fun yet. No sooner had Syrniki finished then Demeter gently laid a red-gloved hand on the Japanese villainess's swollen gut. Eyes glowed with a green half-light as Demeter tapped into her psychic command over plants and caused the watermelon seed in the unarmored battlesuit villain's stomach to slowly start to grow into a full watermelon. Pain shot through her torso as her body continued to stretch to hold in all that food. Whimpering in defeat, she begged for her foes to stop their torrent of food.

Smiling wickedly, they relented for the time being. Turning tail and waddling away, they left Otaku alone and bloated in the small storeroom like she was nine months pregnant. She knew they would be back once they found more food to stuff her with. Looking down at her groaning stomach as a dull pain continued to run through her abdomen, she contemplated her choices. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to tell them a few things about Dominique's plans for wrecking Fat Bunny Week...

Several hours later...

Otaku should have known they wouldn't have forgiven G.L.A.M. for that time they discovered the secret behind Dominique's luxurious creams and foundations while storming the mare's cosmetic factory. Then again who would forgive them if they discovered Dominique had been using the fat she liposuctioned out of captive furs, sucking them dry till they were barely alive husks? Surviving her ordeal without exploding if only barely, Otaku debated which would have been worse, getting stuffed like a thanksgiving roast by several vengeful fatties or getting shot in the face by one of the "more serious" vigilantes. The intense pain shooting through her massive stomach as well as her own petty vanity made it a difficult debate.

As it had turned out, Demeter and Syrniki had left to get backup. Even after telling them everything she knew about Dominique's scheme, the two rabbits were unwilling to disappoint their friends the Dough Girls. The four super-bakers had spent the last several hours stuffing her with cakes, pies, breads, and other pastries. The wooden chair had turned to shattered kindling beneath the weight of her ballooning midsection and her bindings had similarly broken from the stress of holding in her growing gut. Yet that didn't matter as she was now completely pinned beneath the weight of her swollen midsection.

Looking like she had devoured several prize-winning pumpkins, Otaku lay on the floor pinned by her engorged abdomen and resembled a beached whale as her stomach loomed above her like a white-furred mountain. Her body groaned and gurgled with the sounds of labored digestion when Dominique finally found her in the abandoned self-storage unit the heroines left her in, the statuesque blond mare shaking her head angrily and grateful she had super-strength as she looked at the distended ball of blubber that was formerly one of her models, there would have been no way she'd be able to discreetly haul away this fat sack of lard over her shoulder otherwise...