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Assault on Damsel City: Encirclement

By Psion

A Parody Story

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Immediately after events in AoDC: Vanguard...

Damsel City, corrupt and twisted domain of the notorious interdimensional and one-dimensional gangster BRICK, the bright Californian sun shone down on a city full of high-rises, skyscrapers, and luxurious So Cal mansions. Slender anthropomorphic females of various species roller bladed down boulevards lined with palm trees, bikini-clad fur soaking up the sun's warm rays as the city's many citizens enjoyed the day with a suspiciously broad smile and glazed look in their eyes. The entire city was under his thumb, either existing in a drug-induced haze or on his payroll like the DCPD or the city's stable of flop superheroes. Those that developed a resistance to his drugs or were otherwise considered undesirable by BRICK were ostracized and pushed into the city's ghetto... if they weren't "erased" entirely by the mobster or his lieutenants through methods best left to the imagination. Drugged out of their minds, citizens carried on oblivious to the many problems that beset the city, the largest of which was the drastic decline of honest industry thanks to BRICK's inept co-opting the metropolis's rightful leadership. Multiple abandoned industrial parks dotted Damsel City, some having completely fallen into disrepair while others still looked ready for their first tenants to move right in and turn the lights on. Though everywhere one looked there were advertisements for Vita-Gen Vitamins, the locally produced wonderful multi-vitamin advertised as helpful aid for everything from cancer to STDs...

At the edge of the Crestspring Industrial Park on the outskirts of Damsel City, a small distribution center once used by several now defunct businesses gradually came to life. Electric lights turned on in response to the setting sun and the hum of refrigeration units joined the background noise of the city. Where delivery vans once dropped off huge bundles of newspapers or pallets of various sundries, vans of a noticeably different variety resided in the commercial garages as the portly visitors from Adipose City milled about and prepared for the next phase of the operation. Admittedly an unexpected addition to "the party," Adipose City originally declined MacGuffin's invitation to join the Damsel City expedition. That changed after BRICK attempted to expand his territory into their world, subjecting the cyberpunk fatfurs to a lengthy campaign of violence. After pushing the gangster back out, the fast-food megacorps of Adipose City approached MacGuffin asked if it was too late to reconsider. The All-American Burger World, their Mexican rivals Taco King, and the Australian dessert masters of Queensland Confectionaries were only three of several corporations that volunteered agents and equipment to the cause. Vending machines loaded with wireless security cameras were smuggled into the city and set up, generating revenue while transmitting intelligence about the city and its various inhabitants. Now that they had a foothold, it was time to show BRICK how to properly perform an aggressive expansion into a competitor's territory.

Bazooka Betty scowled ever so slightly as her team sat down for a quick meeting before it was go-time. Not because the black and gray furred tabby cat was upset with who she was partnered with, the other Burger World agents sitting around the camo-clad corporate commando were more or less her regular unit, a mostly female-dominant group that she had worked with off and on since training. Nor was it because the golden-eyed feline with long black hair hated meetings, she did but that wasn't the real reason. No, as a girl weighing in at nearly three-hundred and fifty pounds with most of her weight packed into breasts twice the size of her head and an equally overstuffed bottom, she hated how ridiculously small the chairs were in these damn crossover stories.

At present the Burger World Street Sumo had her patriotic thunder thighs spread evenly between two metal folding chairs that managed to hold up surprisingly well. Even then she was pretty much the relative lightweight of her group, only the equine Code Wader Penelope Autumns was smaller, the plump potbellied hacker sat comfortably in one chair as she busied herself with a game of Tetris on her ultralight laptop. Meanwhile the real heavyweights of the team took up at least three seats apiece; Spoons the airy Golden Labrador Steel Chef, Samantha Fisherman the Grabboid infiltrator, Jennifer Moore the ursine Road Hog vehicle specialist, and Daisy Dukes the effeminate Big Tool red fox. Each of them was one of the best the company had to offer, Betty just wished she could be certain it was enough. At least she had more then the other teams.

"Alright, we're about to send the food truck out for the dinnertime rush. Is everyone ready? How are our stores?" Betty began as she quickly checked the magazine on her Fat Eagle handgun and slid the pistol into her hip holster.

Penny smirked as she looked up from her game. "Stores have been topped off, turns out Damsel City has a bigger problem with food waste then we expected from a Pre-Peak society so I was able to pull some strings here and there to get some perfectly good ingredients on clearance. The Chow Wagon Mini is all loaded up and ready for Moore, Spoons, and... who's riding support again? You or DeeDee?"

"Dee can ride support, someone needs to stay here with you in case something goes wrong. You know what you need to do Samantha?" Betty answered before turning to their infiltrator. The brown-furred mink had arguably the most important job out of all of them.

"Sneak into one, preferably both, of the marked restaurants and steal a few ingredient samples so the eggheads can see if whatever drugs BRICK is feeding these people is in the food. Otherwise the pantries and kitchens are to be left untouched, at least until we know what we're dealing with." Fisherman replied with a nod. The big-bottomed mustelid spy knew the stakes, the people in this city were getting their buzz from somewhere, no sense risking a possible overdose by subjecting the eateries confirmed to be funneling money into BRICK's slush fund to some traditional Adipose City sabotage. There'd be time for pigging out on rival pantries once they figured things out.

Looking around to see if anyone else had anything more to add and found that no one did, Betty adjourned the meeting and let everyone get to work. Elsewhere, in the neighboring garages and storage facilities, Taco King and Queensland Confectionaries held and concluded similar meetings with similar agendas. So far the plan was simple, test the waters of the local markets and set themselves up for an eventual engagement with the city's many caped supers before paving the way for a complete corporate takeover of Damsel City. At least two restaurants were confirmed to be fronts for BRICK's criminal empire, a BBQ startup and a classic Americana diner with a 1950's décor, with several more suspected of being possible fronts. Naturally the thought of a mobster defacing cuisine Burger World proudly specialized in was an insult the All-American megacorp would not bear, hence committing double the number of agents sent by the other corporations. Whether or not that was enough, Betty pondered as Moore, Spoons, and DeeDee lumbered into the Chow Wagon Mini and drove out the garage, remained to be seen...

Jennifer Moore the blond she-bear smirked despite herself as she navigated the streets of Damsel City. Driving around the city was a challenge, the Chow Wagon Mini was a new take on the classic Chow Wagon; an armored, aerodynamically streamlined food truck shrunk down for the narrower Pre-Peak Oil streets of BRICK's little empire, and the city lacked the wifi infrastructure to support the augmented reality network that Road Hogs took for granted to keep them informed of traffic and road conditions back in Adipose City. But it was still a good drive, the truck's onboard sensors compensated easily for the lack of external inputs and Chamilionaire's "Riding Dirty" blared over the speaker system as the mammoth pear-shaped tank mistress effortlessly weaved the bulky vehicle through light traffic on their way to their first destination, giving the other motorists on the road a clear look at the Chow Wagon's vanity plate as she drove past, a patriotic-colored banner that proudly declared "BB-SOWUT?" The three Burger World agents were on a mission and that mission was taking them to The Coop, one of Damsel City's hottest and shiftiest nightclubs...

Meanwhile, back at Junction, Colonel Wylder watched the arrival of the rest of the expeditionary forces from the roof of a nearby building. The anthro supers from Silicon City had finally finished arriving and currently readied their equipment on the parade ground beneath the stabilized portal that connected Junction to the rest of the multiverse. The Daughters of Khan, a troop of motorcycle-riding Mongolian robot hunters, performed routine field maintenance on their offroad motorbikes and quads in the shadow of their massive motorized Ger. Elsewhere three of Russia's power armored heroes argued amongst themselves about... something, the human commando didn't speak anywhere nearly enough Russian to know what. And then there was the Chinese team, a squad of muscular, statuesque male anthros in identical military uniforms lead by an absolutely mountainous panda male ripped with muscle keeping their distance from the other two teams from Silicon City. And others were still coming through the portal; the African supers were about to arrive and add their numbers to the attack, bringing experience in guerrilla warfare the other supers didn't have. Yet the colonel and his merry band were still waiting for the nine guests of honor to arrive...

In Sonar's old workshop below the surface of Junction, various tech-savvy individuals from the worlds of Psion labored in the cavernous warren of industrial machinery. Welders hissed and cutters shrieked as all manner of engineers, mechanics, and artisans worked to mill the refuse of Scrapheap Mountains into usable equipment. For some, these labors would produce their magnum opus, the masterpiece they would eventually be known by. For others it would make their signature equipment all the more deadly by adding new functionality. Regardless of what these heroes did, it was necessary all the same. The fight that awaited them was the biggest one of their lives.

"So why do you think Psion pulled the plug on the Band-Aid Bimbo Brigade anyway?" Nicole Smith asked idly as she continued to make adjustments to the electronics warfare gear she was assembling. Scrapheap Mountain had produced a lot of high-powered computer equipment both old and recent from BRICK's failed attempts to maintain interest in a computer-savvy character, all of which the human electronics and robotics wizard was quick to play with. CPU and the rest of the "guts" of the portable supercomputer and multi-spectrum sensor array were fitted into a bulky "hard case" backpack with a smart glass monocle forming the primary output device, the hard part for Nicole was figuring out how to attach an input device like a keyboard without making it too unwieldy. A difficult challenge but one she was willing to overcome for a shot at giving those flea-bitten rugs a good ol' Southern curb stomping. Not that she liked or even had a chance to meet the "Bimbo Brigade" in the official Anthracite City storyline but still, healers were healers and they would be crazy to turn down any good medics before their fight with BRICK or PLANE or whatever his name was.

"Hmmm, oh I don't know, maybe it was focusing too much on redemption, which neither of them earned, and less on punishment, which both of them certainly deserved." Elizabeth Summers replied sarcastically over her shoulder as she took a short break from her project. Sitting daintily on a stool, the petite blond woman was elbows-deep in assembling a tri-barrel "railgun" battle rifle she had lovingly christened the Hydra. Assembled from bits and pieces recovered from several of Sonar's very loyal and now very dead foot soldiers, the blue-eyed woman had built successfully assembled a weapon capable of launching a semi-automatic burst of electro-magnetically propelled armor-piercing metal slugs. When the enemy fielded troops that were naturally resistant to most calibers of small arms, the only solution was to create a gun that had enough kick to punch through armor or dished out an entirely different flavor of pain. Elizabeth had plenty of practice with both.

"Heh, maybe he should have let them stay dead the first time. So what is his plan for a rewrite assuming he does more then just taunt people with the idea?" Harold Maalouf smirked as he continued to check the pressure integrity of the old supervillain armor he found in the mountains. Of all the finds he thought he'd recover, the black Englishman never expected to discover the armor of the supervillain ultimately responsible for giving BRICK that infernal Sleeping Beauty gas that had plagued Aphrodite City. Yet he did and though worn with several components needing to be changed out, the old gas-themed villain's costume was perfect for what Harold needed. Just need to armor it in key places, rebuild the respirator to bring it up to modern standards, and reconstruct the chemical delivery system to allow for a more diverse payload. Difficult but with the compounds he was brewing being a largely automatic process, he had time to work out the more complicated details.

"I don't know, he keeps coming up with things only to discard them. Last I saw that script there was something that will invariably turn into a lengthy thesis on Rik-Tah technology because if there's anything that gives Psion a bigger hard-on then massive marshmallow asses, it's explaining how shit works or at least how it should work. That's part of the reason why he probably hates these Damsel City assholes now that I think about it. But what am I kidding? We'll never see those two airheads again." Adam answered as he continued assembling a ballistic shield he had been mentally designing for the better part of a year. Even now, with many of the problems he had with the design solved for him by the presence of highly advanced materials he wanted desperately to know how to replicate, the brown-haired man was not sure how it was going to finally come together but he was certainly willing to wing it. "It sucks Psion isn't going to let us keep any of this stuff after this story's over though." He grumbled while finishing with the wiring for his shield. The workshop became relatively silent as no one was willing to disagree with that statement. Everyone really liked the toys Psion was letting them build for the upcoming party...

Back in Damsel City, things for the club security for The Coop were business as usual. Club-goers were corralled with velvet ropes at the front door, troublesome miscreants were thrown out the back with tomorrow's garbage, and Mama Hen's enforcers quietly filtered just enough of the unsuspecting clubbers to fuel her brisk business in the slave trade. So buzzed on whatever heinous compound BRICK was feeding the city, those departing the club didn't notice that they were short a few friends as the Burger World Chow Wagon rolled up to take advantage of the growing crowd of hungry club goers.

Mama Hen's troop of muscular roosters regarded the new arrivals with a look but the masculine avians otherwise ignored them. Food trucks stopped by their club all the time to make a quick buck on hungry clubbers, the fat Labrador retriever sitting inside the truck serving food from the side was hardly unusual. A steady stream of burgers, sandwiches, and comfort food poured out of the Burger World Chow Wagon as customers lined up and placed an order with Spoons. The blond, ditzy Steel Chef kept pace with the flow of consumers thanks to the Wagon's largely automated kitchen, happily chattering away with a twinkle in her blue eyes as her two coworkers kept quiet watch on the club from behind a tinted windshield or the digital sensors studded on the vehicle. Squeezed inside the support compartment of the Chow Wagon, the brown-haired femboy Daisy Dukes licked his vulpine chops as he eyed up the beefy rooster guards and the few shots he could get of Mama Hen herself, a French hen with a voluptuous hourglass, man did he have a sudden craving for fried chicken all of a sudden. Guards were counted and club security was hacked to piece together a rough floor plan of the interior. The information would be forwarded on to a group MacGuffin promised would make things "interesting" for The Coop...

Meanwhile, across town was the Southern Belle, a quaint little diner built with a 1950's charm and a proud menu of Americana comfort food. With it being a Friday night, dinnertime service lasted much later into the evening in order to take advantage of the bar crowd. Yet for some reason tonight their patronage dropped off considerably, the shift manager would have to include this in his report to BRICK once his shift was over. With the exception of the manager, the line cook, and a pair of waitresses, the diner was unnervingly empty as a curious-looking ice cream truck with the lettering for "Queensland Confectionaries" on the side rolled up playing a music box version of the "Overture from Carmen" over its loud speakers. An effeminate raccoon smiled and waved at them through the windows with a plump hand. "Who wants some ice cream?" The gray furred raccoon sang with a perfect falsetto...

Further down the street from the Southern Belle was WTFBBQ, a barbeque start-up owned and operated by a rodent female only capable of talking in Internet slang thanks to a tragic accident with a fragment of a highly advanced prototypical server blade made with technology that defied several fundamental laws of engineering getting imbedded in her spine. Desperate to prove she was capable of holding down a regular job despite being grossly limited in her vocabulary, Erica Prosess borrowed herself deep into debt to open her restaurant. Ultimately the woman was forced to come under BRICK's banner when the loan sharks she borrowed money from got tired of their collection calls being answered with "Lolwut?"

It had been a long, hard day of selling all manner of BBQ sandwiches from the mild but tasty Whisky BBQ, Tango BBQ, and Foxtrot BBQ sandwiches all the way to the eatery's super-spicy signature OMGBBQ sandwich, Erica was beat and decided to call it a day. Locking up, she quietly reflected on the perks of being her own boss and walked home. So focused on spending the remains of her evening at home watching silly cat videos, the pika didn't come close to noticing the round-bottomed, black-clad shadow slinking up her roof.

Samantha Fisherman groaned as she straightened herself out and finished climbing up on top of restaurant's roof. A gaudy neon sign proudly bearing the eatery's name lit the gravel-lined space. The roof was otherwise consisted of gravel, HVAC vents that were too small for a small remote-controlled drone let alone a mink with a fetish for getting her enormous butt stuck in places... and a hatch that could only be for roof access. Placing her hand on the side of her helmet and switching on the thermal view on her visor, the fat mink carefully swept her surroundings. In Adipose City, the worst she had to worry about was security drones and patrolling sentries. Here she had to also watch for idiots in bad Halloween costumes with cheap superpowers. A quick scan of her surroundings for any unusual heat signatures that might be a patrolling superhero and she then turned her attentions back to the locked hatch leading down into the backrooms of WTFBBQ. Pulling her Omni-Driver out from a utility belt worn over her black Expandex catsuit, Samantha squatted down and began using the multifunctional fastener to jimmy the padlock keeping her out of meme face's kitchen. A few minutes of carefully fidgeting with the lock and the hatch was open. The open portal was not wide enough for a mink packing as much abundant booty as Samantha was but this didn't surprise her, indeed she positively relished the feeling of the metal opening squeezing against her broad hips, a smile crossed her lips as her fat ass squished like a giant ball of bread dough while she attempted to wiggle and jiggle her way down into the kitchen below. Just one more good push and... Fisherman suddenly found herself very grateful for having so much burger butt to cushion her abrupt fall into the kitchen. Hanging cutlery rattled from the impact of several hundred pounds of mink cracking the tile floor. Grabbing a counter edge and slowly pulling herself up, Samantha groaned and sniffed the air as she looked around. Even with the appliances turned off for the day, the kitchen still stank with the heavenly smell of cooked meat and all manner of sauces and spices. The catsuit-clad Grabboid's mouth watered as the aromas tickled her nostrils but she remembered she had to focus. For all she knew, all the ingredients in here were laced with whatever BRICK made that had everyone's face fixed in a creepy perpetual smile. Later, once they were all sure, she'd return here with the rest of the Burger World team and they would clean this place out together. Until then she just needed to collect a test sample of the restaurant's major ingredients then get out. A loaf of the sandwich bread, a container of the restaurant's signature mix of ground beef and pork, and a bottle of Erica's sauce base; if WTFBBQ was distributing drug-tainted food it would have to be in one of those three main ingredients.

Carefully rummaging through the kitchen with her visor switched to light amplification mode, the mink searched for each of the items then stuffed them in a sealed container worn at her hip. Bread and sauce base were easy to locate, Prosess kept a very well organized kitchen despite her inability to communicate in proper English, both ingredients were kept on their own shelves stuffed to the brim with their respective materials. Yet problems began to emerge from an unexpected source as Samantha opened the large refrigerator storing the ground meat and turned her ample posterior towards the roof access.

Bent over with her massive catsuit clad butt wiggling out of the refrigerator as the mink searched for a good sample and briefly wondered where Prosess got an entire collection of "meme face" refrigerator magnets, Samantha stopped mid-motion as her mustelid ears twitched and picked up the sound of someone jumping down the same hatch she squeezed through earlier.

"I see evil has stopped for a late night snack, have you no shame villain?" A female voice declared dramatically. Oh for the love of Burger World...

Grabbing the Minuteman SMG at her side with practiced hands, Samantha turned and rose up with her weapon raised and the safeties off. Mind barely registered the flash of brightly colored spandex before the rotund mustelid squeezed the trigger. The stout submachine gun belched a violent spray of projectiles and sent the mysterious superhero scrambling for cover. Guess she's not bulletproof, Samantha thought to herself as she lumbered away and slammed her abundant thigh into the employee entrance. The cheap lock on the door gave way and her exit opened just as the Damsel City heroine rose up from out of hiding behind the kitchen island.

Eager Beagle, a petite canine speedster dressed in a revealing mustard yellow bodysuit and matching domino mask, rose up and sped off in pursuit. One of Psion's fatasses... the other heroines already picked on Eager for her more aerodynamic measurements, she'd never hear the end of it if word got around that she lost a fight to one of that techno-junkie's gadget-wielding blubber plushies. So eager to catch up that she quickly sped off, ignoring a small side alley barely big enough to fit someone as well-hipped as the big mink. Surely she couldn't fit her big ass in a space that small, Eager thought foolishly to herself and didn't even glance at Fisherman's hiding place. Oblivious to the fact that she had already lost her quarry, the super-fast beagle ran out into the street and promptly collided with the Burger World Chow Wagon. Built to the corporation's militaristic design standards, the vehicle was essentially a tank. A tank with a canine now imbedded in its front grill.

Inside the driver's cabin, Moore quickly checked the vehicle's onboard sensors on her AR visor before shrugging her shoulders and continuing to drive the team along after a successful stakeout in front of The Coop. An impact with minor road debris was what the computer said, probably was a non-anthro squirrel or something. Maybe she could see if Spoons wouldn't be grossed out by the prospect of scraping it off and cooking it up for the blond bear to eat, Jennifer wondered as she leaned back and pushed her enormous rump against the memory foam driver's couch as the Chow Wagon continued on its way back to base after a successful run feeling out several of Damsel City's major areas....

Queensland Confectionaries unsurprisingly got no takers from the Southern Belle but the distraction did its job all the same. Everyone was so busy watching Buns serve ice cream to a small crowd of club goers in the mood for something sweet that no one paid any attention to Swiss as she slipped out of the cab and ambled around behind the diner. The khaki-clad kangaroo causally waddled over towards the utilities box and after looking over her shoulder with pale blue eyes to make sure no one was watching, pulled out her custom-built Omega Tool, a bulky metal baton housing a combination Mega-Spanner, Omni-Driver, and Multi-Torch. Bending forward, the Australian Big Tool grumbled to herself as her mammoth butt and thunder thighs obscured much of what she was doing to anyone that happened to be passing by behind her.

"First time Psion finally gives me more then a single paragraph's worth of exposure and it's a blinking noncanon 'taking the piss' story." The blond kangaroo complained to no one within earshot as her tan Expandex shorts creaked in response to her bent backside jiggling ever so slightly while she worked. After forcing the panel open she just needed to carefully loosen a few wires and splice in a few gizmos to play head games with the Southern Belle later then she could call it a job well done. Her job finished, Swiss walked back, hips swaying like a gentle metronome as she casually got back into the Chow Wagon just as Buns finished up serving the crowd. Wasting no time getting them back on the road, Swiss waited until they had turned a corner before pressing the button that activated her sabotage.

Inside the Southern Belle, the staff had just forgotten about the strange ice cream truck when suddenly everything seemed to be going wrong at once. The HVAC system abruptly began to spew hot air instead of cold, making it hotter then the warm Californian night outside. Automatic toilets audibly flushed then backed up, flooding the bathrooms and forcing the waiters to chase out customers less they created an incident forcing someone to call the health department. The gas-fired grill in the kitchen sputtered and cut out, the lights cutting out a few seconds later. And then one of the undercover BONEheads finally had the idea to check their superhero command post downstairs...

BRICK's stable of superheroes maintained a small lair below the Southern Belle, a small forward operations base with a fast connection to their main base outside of the city. While cramped, barely bigger then the floor plan of the diner above, BONE managed to squeeze in some of the necessary amenities. Amenities that were now completely on the fritz; the yuppie coffee machine in the kitchenette that brewed specialty coffee by the cup instead of the pot fizzled and shorted out, the high definition monitor used for watching the news, soap operas, and communicating with the main office was now playing music videos for Mixalot's "Baby Got Back," "What You Doin Wit Dat" by the Naam Brigade, and Queen's "Fat Bottom Girls" on continuous loop, and the massage chairs ringed around the monitor began to vibrate uncontrollably before tearing themselves apart.

"Who did this? It was that Direwolf asshole wasn't it?" One disguised heroine shrieked as the mess from upstairs started to spill into their secret basement clubhouse.

"It can't be him! The building's still standing and there's all this chubby-chaser bullshit on the TV! Only one guy would do that." The other heroine countered with a snarl.

"PSSSIIIIIOOOOONNNNNN!!!!" The two BONE heroines shouted in unison. This could not go unpunished...

Back at Burger World's outpost, Bazooka Betty was on her feet with her handgun drawn the moment Penelope announced that someone had tripped the perimeter alarm on the roof. Fat Eagle raised and the safety off, the portly feline narrowed her eyes as the scantily clad ninja jumped down an open skylight and landed on the conference table with a perfect squat and an unsheathed katana. A hybrid linage gave the intruding skunk an exotic coloration, yellow and black leopard print where a skunk's normal black and white coloration would be, the Damsel City heroine's toned, shapely body was clad in a patriotic red, white, and blue bikini, red domino mask, blue scarf, and little else. "I knew we'd run into you sooner or later, Psion scum."

Betty declined to reply, preferring to let her handgun do the talking for her. The oversized Fat Eagle belched slugs at the intruder as the Damsel City heroine jumped off the table and rolled towards the back door. Standing right next to the door, the skunk raised her sword into a ready stance... and was promptly crushed against the concrete wall when the heavy metal door opened inward with a mighty slam.

"About time we arrived, you weren't having fun without us you big assed Yankees?" The Motherland Provisions Street Sumo known as Molotov greeted as the almost spherical brown bear squeezed her big belly through the narrow door with the rest of the Russian team in tow. Molotov the waddling heavy weapons mistress, the polar bear twins Ingenery and Teeninety providing technical support, and Nicholas "Nikki" Dimitri, effeminate snow fox Grabboid infiltrator. None of them seemed to realize there was a Damsel City heroine crushed behind the door until Molotov followed Betty's gaze towards the twitching arm flailing out from under the slammed door and laughed.

Pulling the door closed and lifting up the stunned exotic-colored skunk with her free hand. Molotov opened the door back out to the alley and threw the passed-out heroine out into the alleyway. By the time the defeated heroine would awaken, she would find herself in the kitchen laboratory of Cuisine King, the round-bellied supervillain chef tying her to a table and strapping a feeding tube to her mouth before switching on a food pump that began to fill her full of exotic Italian cuisine. His captive secured and in the process of being properly fed, the masked vulpine feeder villain leaned back in an overstuffed chair and watched the Damsel City champion's belly expand out like a balloon with the most satisfied smile on his face. Occasionally he would lean forward and give her stomach a gentle rub as it stretched and formed a tight dome crammed full of various pastas soaked in tomato and beef sauce. Oh the fun he planned on having with this one...

Back at the distribution center, the first wave of corporate agents was in the process of bringing the second wave of agents up to speed on the current situation. While it was arguable how much of Damsel City would be left by the time the current conflict was said and done, the original plan was that the several megacorporations represented on this expedition would split the cost of expanding and developing in BRICK's territory, which would invariably be high as the brainless mobster would not take kindly to Adipose City creating a growing population of fatfurs in his city of sculpted supermodel superheroines.

"So this suspected compound is not in the food nor the water?" Molotov began as she sat at the conference room table with the other team leaders.

"Spoons says there's nothing unusual about the samples Samantha brought back from any of BRICK's restaurants." Bazooka Betty answered.

"And I've been inspecting every spent filter pulled from the water purifiers, nothing out of the ordinary." Swiss added. "I don't know he's distributing it."

Namul, an armored Korean leopardess representing PanAsia, rubbed her chins thoughtfully as she reclined in a metal chair buckling under the big-bellied Street Sumo's weight. Idly the round feline's eyes drifted toward a weathered poster for Vita-Gen vitamins hanging on the conference room wall. "What are these?" She asked.

"Don't know, but they're practically everywhere. Every store, every vending machine, it's almost like the city's giving them out like... candy." Betty answered and visibly winced as the realization finally dawned on her, it was so obvious. "That has to be it. It has to be the vitamins."

"Well then, a sample of those should be easy enough to acquire." Namul replied as her ample stomach started to grumble loudly. Time for them to check off another item on the night's agenda now that the mystery of BRICK's drug was solved...

During normal business hours, Dai Lee's Catch was one of Damsel City's most popular sushi restaurants. All of BRICK's superpowered supermodels flocked to this nautical-themed eatery to chat with one another over bite-sized bits of expertly prepared fish in a variety of flavors. After hours, the dining room was as black as pitch and the kitchen was unattended, making it easy prey for the PanAsian team to break in and level the playing field for an eventual Sushi Hut in the city's busy MidCity district. Namul licked her lips as she forced open the employee entrance and waddled into the kitchen with her shock mace resting on her shoulder and the rest of her coworkers right behind her, the delicious smell of fish caressing her nostrils. Goi the Vietnamese Steel Chef, Soy the Chinese Big Tool, and Wasabi the Japanese Grabboid infiltrator. The fat bellied raccoon chef busied himself in the kitchen pantry, making notes of ingredients and flavor profiles, while his coworkers busied themselves with the task of wrecking the dining room.

Wasabi had her Mooshu Cutlery Kitchen Katana slung over her shoulder as the voluptuously curved Japanese vixen paced the main dining room with a slow sway of her brown-furred hips. There had been some debate beforehand as to how they wished to approach this, whether to have Namul and Soy smash all of the furniture or go for something much more subtle. Eventually subtly won out which is why Wasabi eventually got down on her hands and knees then pulled an Omni-Driver and Mega-Spanner borrowed from Soy and started unscrewing everything she could get her hands on. The tables, the chairs, the booths, if it was fastened with some kind of fastener then the vixen loosened it. Not so much that it was obviously tampered with but enough that the furniture wouldn't support even the vixen's weight much less that of her heftier coworkers sitting down.

Her task finished just after Goi finished his, the PanAsian agents called their coworkers keeping watch into the kitchen. Time to empty the pantry and leave. Cartons of ingredients were promptly ripped open by Goi and Soy as Namul squeezed her way into the walk-in refrigerator where the fish was kept, all three fatfurs ate greedily as Wasabi watched and munched on a few choice goodies. The chubby vixen regarded her ballooning coworkers with a smile and a playful flick of her bushy tail, watching them with a coy glint in her eyes as she munched on a fish she managed to sneak out from under Namul's nose. Meanwhile the leopard binged on one fish after another, leaving nothing but bones where there were normally racks of fish. Elsewhere Goi and Soy continued to clean out the restaurant's stock of vegetables, rice, and seaweed wrappings. Stomachs bulged and grew tight as the three PanAsian titans finished destroying the pantry and started to lumber back towards their van. Another competitor's restaurant successfully disrupted if not put completely under, BRICK would receive his first taste of Adipose City restaurant warfare in the morning...

The Azure Pearl was Damsel City's most exclusive restaurant, essentially the personal stomping grounds for BRICK and his playboy mafia to wine and dine with their stable of flop heroines and corrupt city politicians. Highly trained chefs from the finest culinary schools in the world were drugged and kidnapped to cook here for BRICK's entertainment. Small, exquisitely cooked portions were the order of the day; each plate was as much a work of art as it was a source of sustenance. It was the sort of place one would expect to see the knighted corporate agents of Aristo visit in elastic suits and Expandex evening gowns during a leisurely night out, not after hours in their stretchy polymer battle armor. Yet here they were, forcing their way through the delivery entrance after even the custodian had gone home for the night and the kitchen was closed shut.

Aristo's sabotage of the Azure Pearl followed much of the same format as the trashing of Dai Lee's Catch. Sir Bart, Lady Nelson's assigned Steel Chef for the infiltration of Damsel City, went through the kitchen and took notes on ingredients being used as well as the menus left by the head waiter's podium. Meanwhile the other three armored aristocratic heavyweights kept watch or set things up to make quick work of sabotaging the restaurant. The suited, big-boobed vixen herself slowly waddled through the dining room, running a finger along the polished oaken tables hidden by white linen clothes as her free hand caressed a grenade full of Griefer's Graffiti clipped to her belt. "Hmmm, how to approach this matter? I suppose there's no reason not to?"

"Should we really though?" Anvil replied as he rested his ForgeTech hammer over his polymer-covered shoulder. "Squabbling with the O'Maddy's Maulers in a game of storyteller's tag is one thing but Orionglacion almost certainly has no idea what this is about so is it really fair to blame Isolde for what we're about to do?"

"No, I suppose it is not." She nodded in agreement and threw the programmable "smart" paint bomb up at the ceiling. The mischief-maker's gadget exploded in a cloud of gold, red, and white paint before forming the crown of Aristo on the ceiling. There would probably be no doubt in BRICK's mind they were here when he heard what had happened to the Azure Pearl but that was the entire point. As Burger World would say, there was a new sheriff in town.

Once the paint had set, Nelson took Pounds and Anvil back into the kitchen where Bart had already begun emptying the pantry. The wolfhound chef's fat belly bloated and grew wider before the other three Aristo agents joined in and all four gorged themselves on perfectly seasoned meats, carefully picked produce, and exotic spices. Once the ingredients finished disappearing into four distended stomachs, Anvil took his hammer and started smashing equipment. Nelson cringed a bit inside as he went about the brutish sabotage, she knew from the few times she went into Tallis's test kitchen that a number of the contraptions the Irish horse destroyed were relatively rare and would make a handsome addition to either Bart's or the French rabbit's kitchen. Finally she stopped him, pocketed a few of the smaller pieces of undestroyed equipment, and motioned for the group to lumber out of the building and back into Pounds' car before they drove off to their hideout. Abdomens lay stretched tight and groaned laboriously as the four Aristo agents sat down on leather-lined memory foam seats. Time to go to lay low and let dinner digest as they planned their next move. A Soup De Jour would look real nice where the Azure Pearl was located...

The Southern Belle had just finished cleaning up the mess from earlier and closing for the day when Bazooka Betty and her team arrived to continue what Swiss and the Queensland team started earlier that evening. Little did BRICK's BONEheads know that Burger World had set its sights on the pride and joy of his little restaurant empire and were bent on making it come crashing down. Unlike with the other two eateries, there was no subtly with the Burger World team's efforts to bring down the Belle. Daisy Dukes waddled by the counter with a Multi-Torch welder, slicing stools at the base and knocking them over with a playful hip bump while Penny broke into the dinner's computer and started using customer credit card information to give a full refund to everyone who charged for their meals over the past few weeks. Meanwhile Jennifer Moore, Samantha Fisherman, and Bazooka Betty had a few beers and started making bets to see who could smash the most furniture with nothing but their body weight while Spoons busied herself in the kitchen.

The canine Steel Chef had hardly the same challenge analyzing the Southern Belle's menu compared to the other restaurants hit tonight. Most of the menu consisted of recipes standard to the Burger World Culinary Corps. Recipes that the bubbly blond Labrador was already intimately familiar with and could probably cook blindfolded. So needing relatively little time to complete the same analysis Goi and Bart did over at their restaurants, Spoons decided to spend the extra time whipping up a favorite recipe of hers, the GI Gutbomb Special.

Throwing the largest stew pot she could find in the kitchen on the stove and filling it with water, she brought the stainless steel cauldron to a slow boil and started collecting ingredients. The Gutbomb was not so much a set recipe as a training exercise Burger World put all their Steel Chefs through to refine their ability to think on their feet and adapt to what was available. Spoons liked it because every Gutbomb was a surprise; no two pots were ever the same so every pot was essentially a new dish. And this one promised to be a delicious cross-section of the Southern Belle's menu. Pork, chicken, and patties of hamburger were tossed together in the pot with some chicken base for the initial seasoning. Vegetables were sliced and diced, Spoons' fingers moving with an almost supernatural speed as she threw celery, onions, and chopped potatoes into the pot with other vegetables and handful of spices. At this point it was a game, see if she could make one massive pot of Gutbomb out of everything savory in the Belle's pantry and so far it looked like she was winning. She would capture an entire restaurant's menu in a single pot of stew, she just had to carefully fit in one last ingredient and then... Success! Time to see what the rest of the team thought of her concoction.

Stuffed to the gills, their bellies happily sloshing with Gutbomb Special, the Burger World team groaned as they rose to their feet and lumbered out of the Southern Belle. Smiling with a loud belch, Bazooka Betty brought up the rear of the procession, tossing a Firecracker FoJ incendiary bomb with a timer attached down into the BONEhead hideout. By the time the five-minute timer went off and bathed the entire building in flames, Burger World would be long gone. In a week's time, they'd have to put up a sign in front of the wreckage advertising the future site of one of Burger World's many franchises.

While the blubberpunks of Adipose City returned to their lairs and Cuisine King continued to stuff his new snuggle toy until she achieved his desired softness, five figures approached the Hen House as four more gathered outside of Rachel DeFine's fashion studio. Phases one and two of the plan to invade Damsel City had so far gone off without a hitch. Now it was time for phase three and to finally start this party off properly. The tone and tempo were about to shift dramatically...