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Adipose City: Extra Spicy

By Psion

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Tokyo Megatropolis, Japan...

The air crackled with the sound of sizzling meat as the roast boar cooked on a spit, set inside a new design of rotisserie oven. The bank of stainless steel ovens bathed the cooking pigs in a searing heat. As the genetically modified porcines, creatures engineered by PEC to harass PanAsia's rice farms, slowly spun on their spikes, the Steel Chef known as Teriyaki wrote down a note about how well the roast was cooking as she puttered around to complete the rest of the feast. Normally the raccoon aniwoman didn't cook for anyone but herself and the corporation but this particular request was one that she couldn't rightfully ignore.

The black and gray-furred raccoon's movements were purposeful as she threaded her broad, expansive hips through the narrow confines of her laboratory kitchen tucked away in the basement of the Tokyo Culinary Research Complex. Thunderous thighs squished against the worn countertops as the portly female sighed and continued to work with a sway in her hips and a wobble in her ample rump. Space was always at a premium in Japan but Teriyaki made do as she always did with everything in her life. Deft hands reaching up over her head to make sure her long black hair was still held in place in a towering ponytail before she turned to mix a spice baste for one of the other roasts currently cooking.

Soft sandals gently clapped against the tile floor as she wiped the sweat from her brow and gently hip-checked a plywood cabinet door shut while furiously mixing up a bowl of blackish-brown teriyaki sauce. Everything in her tiny test kitchen was optimized for the best use of space. If the company did give her particular specialty priority, which they didn't, she might have been assigned a kitchen comparable to other corporations. But as one of the Steel Chefs focused on researching the edibility of genetically modified predators, she was lucky to be assigned a kitchen barely larger then a coat closet. As such, Teriyaki was as much a master of not bumping into things with her big raccoon ass as she was at persuading corporate to grant her something to work with despite PanAsia having relatively few problems with genetically modified predators and even less interest in serving them up as a menu item. Brown eyes narrowed as she recalled the never-ending struggle for funding then shook her head furiously, that was a matter for tomorrow. Today was a favor for old friends; tomorrow she would deal with business.

Focusing back on the task at hand, she finished her spice rubs and teriyaki sauce then applied them to the roasts as they cooled on steel trays. Loading the trays into a collapsible hotbox and handing the container to a courier before heading out of her test kitchen herself, she exhaled and punched out before boarding the monorail network. The roasts weren't the only things that needed to be sent somewhere...

The post-peak world had seen Tokyo grow as wide as its people under the watchful care of PanAsia. Floating artificial islands designed to barricade themselves in an instant in the face of a tsunami or tidal wave, towering arcologies filled with stores, workshops, and apartments. Vertical farms produced produce by the ton in glittering glass skyscrapers for the city's gluttonous residents. And a sleek, speedy monorail system connecting the city to the rest of the Japanese archipelago, it was on this public transit system that Teriyaki currently rode to a nearby town. Cushioned benches supported the raccoon woman's expansive figure as she sat in the crowded passenger car surrounded by Tokyo's portly populous, briefly looking out the window as she watched the world outside speed by on her way to one of the floating islands off the coast of Japan.

As the sun continued to hang high in the late afternoon position, the passenger car she was in was filled with big-bellied salarymen eating a generous snack on their way home or completing transactions on smart phones and laptops. Black suits and white dress shirts strained to hold in the bulging flab of numerous humans and animen wrapping up business on the commute home before foot traffic turned over to the country's nightlife. Just like the rest of the world, Japan had fostered an insatiable love of food and eating thanks to the rise of food megacorporations like PanAsia. Teriyaki kept her expression unreadable as she turned and watched the other passengers to pass the time to her stop, the way bellies jiggled or yielded like soft dough to meaty hands as businessmen brushed themselves off and straightened out their suits reflexively. Such interest was of course very rude in her culture, which is why Teriyaki was practiced at admiring without looking like she was. In any case, her stop was coming in a few minutes, time to help Sensei Yamoto with one of his students...

Sensei Yamoto was the master of a sumo stable where Teriyaki had worked as a cook while she was applying for PanAsia's culinary schools. Subsequently, the Steel Chef and the immense panda went back a ways. The two making frequent social calls and doing the occasional favor for one another like the one she was doing now. Sometimes Sensei had a student that needed extra help bulking up, sometimes a ticket for a sold-out exhibition match in the World Sumo League would materialize out of nowhere, all little things of generally minor consequence. Though from the sound of things, this particular favor might not be so small...

Yamoto's stable was on one of the smaller floating islands off the coast, a small village that mostly supported one of PanAsia's many fish farms. Roughly half of the artificial landmass was given over to the salt-water aquariums of the farm or the adjacent hatchery. Gigantic tanks of reinforced glass and stainless steel housed schools of fish fed an aquatic variant of Blightweed. It always chilled Teriyaki's bones to know that the superweed had bred with an already-resilient strain of seaweed but at least the new mutant plant seemed to make good fish food.

Waddling along past the fishery and the assortment of domiciles and apartments that supported it, the female raccoon took a turn and ended up at Yamoto's stable. Even having come to it as often as she had, she could still not believe that the sumo stable was on the same island as an industrialized fishery. The enclosed compound of freestanding buildings looked a world apart from the congested maze of the fishery outside of its wall. Dormitories surrounded a main hall situated in the middle of a tranquil Zen garden, students wrestled in jet-black mawashis on the polished stone of the training ring as Teriyaki waddled by. A few trainees looked up and waved at her with a smile on their faces, the Steel Chef was a familiar face at the stable, more then a few of the students had her to thank for the wobbly guts they were currently slamming together in the training ring with a fleshy slap that brought a slight smile to the wide-hipped raccoon's face. Black Expandex pants creaked ever so slightly as her hips swayed to and fro with a soothing rhythm as the longhaired woman ambled towards the main dwelling. Pausing only long enough to remove her sandals outside, Teriyaki gently slid the thin door and entered the stable proper.

The main hall of Yamato's stable was a modest dwelling bereft of the trophies and awards one might have expected from a wrestler-turned-stable master with a career as celebrated as Yamato's. The blubbery mountain of an Asian black bear animan was one of the most successful ultra-heavyweight wrestlers in the WSL, it was said that during the peak of his career the ground would tremble as he walked and that when he charged, no one could summon the strength necessary to push him back.

Yamato was waiting for Teriyaki's arrival in the sitting room, sipping a steaming cup of herbal tea as the raccoon Steel Chef sat down on the polished wooden floor across from him. This was one thing she had to admit was nice about having and maintaining a big butt, any seat she took was automatically a very well cushioned one.

The mammoth ursine sumo master seemed to have only grown larger since Teriyaki seen him last, his black-furred belly, squeezed into an elastic red silk robe and peaking out ever so slightly at the navel, sprawled out in front of him and made his legs seemingly vanish as he attempted to sit cross legged. Despite his size and animan augmentations he was the very image of a classic Japanese sumo-turned-stable master. "Greetings Teriyaki, how are things with work? Same old struggle with securing funding for your research projects?" Yamato began casually, the Asian black bear was an interesting study in contradictions and that was saying something all things considered; progressive attitudes to body modification and his sport yet insistent on observing the traditional pleasantries and formalities of Japanese culture.

Teriyaki was silent for a moment. Now that she thought about it, the last week or so actually had been strangely devoid of the usual grumbling and dismissive emails sent to her before the monthly budget meeting. Normally she would have known already if she were in for an uphill battle to acquire funding for the next month but this time... did it mean she was finally getting fired? After thinking about it, she confessed as much to her old friend.

Yamato merely smiled and shook his head. "If that proves to be the case, you are welcome to return to the stable's kitchen. I would be more then happy to have a Steel Chef assume the position of head cook. But something tells me that may not be the case..." He began then laughed at her expression, apparently the disbelief was readily apparent. "You may be right to doubt me but there have been strange rumors coming from America... and there was that U-Tube video about the American huntress Cloudbottom cooking something strange." The big bear countered her unspoken argument with a single raised finger and a sly twinkle in his eyes. If Yamato had one weakness it was that BeeDeeDee Cloudbottom, Teriyaki could wipe out or earn a year of favors with the stable master if she could arrange for the big bottomed cougar to cook a special meal for her biggest, literally and figuratively, Japanese fan.

Unfortunately Teriyaki loathed the woman as much as Cloudbottom infatuated Yamato. To Teriyaki, BeeDeeDee was a tramp that shamed her heritage... and there was a bit of jealousy though Teriyaki would never admit it even to herself. She would never admit that she was enraged that the fatass cougar managed to be marginally successful at a domain she herself struggled to be taken seriously in by PanAsia's accounting department... rather then get further lost in thought, she instead decided to steer the conversation towards why her old employer contacted her. "How has the stable been, any particularly promising students?"

Her host frowned slightly. "Yes, there has been a few but I did not call you here for any of the promising ones or even the ones that are having trouble making weight though they certainly wouldn't refuse any of your culinary talents. No, you are here for one that needs a lesson in humility... have you prepared the food the way I requested?"

"Yes..." She began, this was not quite matching up with the story he told her in his request to see her. "You said he had the same stomach for spice I did so I made it with my special spice blend. There's no burn, at least at first, but a few courses in he should feel it."

"Good, good. And if it wasn't already obvious, I'm afraid I lied to you. Hopefully once you meet Tenchi you will understand." Yamato apologized with a relatively uncharacteristic bowing of his head and multiple chins. Apparently he did not like deceiving Teriyaki even though he felt it was important enough to lie to her about it.

The two both slowly rose to their feet and the massive bear lead his guest to the dining room with a slow waddle. There, in the main room of the hall, the courier had left Teriyaki's hot boxes and stable staff had begun to set her feast on a low table set aside the main dining table. The room was beautifully done with traditional Japanese hardwood floors and paper screens, electric LED lights were carefully designed as hanging paper lanterns and programmed to cast the room in a flickering light to simulate candle light. It was a beautifully subtle blending of the old and new much like the master of the stable himself and a sight that was only marred by the sight of the scowling student seated at the other end of the small table...

The instant she saw Tenchi, Teriyaki could take a very good guess as to why Yamato was having problems with the Japanese hare. The student barely had enough mass to class as a middleweight wrestler yet he carried himself with the confidence of someone from Yamato's weight class. And then there was the smug smile when she sat down across the table from him. "Mmmm, so is this what Master Yamato meant about a special meal? A lovely dinner with a lovely geisha to commemorate how well my training has been going?" He remarked, eyeing how her abundant backside spread outward as it compressed against the polished wooden floor. Right then Tenchi confirmed her suspicions, the student possessed great talent but was cursed with an ego much bigger then someone of his modest waistline deserved.

Oh I can be improper with the best of them. Teriyaki reflected silently, forcing a smile onto her face in order to maintain whatever charade Yamato was playing. But if you think I'd behave like a lovesick schoolgirl for the likes of you then you are as stupid as you are boastful. She thought but didn't say as the staff finished setting the table for the two of them. Instead she said was "Oh so you're the student my old friend Master Yamato told me about. I heard so much about you, I made this special just for you." She cooed like he was indeed the most attractive male she ever met.

The pompous student smiled, Teriyaki half-expected him to say something to the effect of a good cook being the sign of a good housewife. Thankfully though the hare instead turned his attentions to the first of several roasts the wide-hipped raccoon had spent most of today and part of yesterday preparing for this ruse. Without ceremony Tenchi dug in and Teriyaki followed suit, using the meat on her plate to block the genuine smile crossing her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Yamato watching carefully as the rest of the students ambled in for evening meal.

Dinner continued on as she expected. The heat took a little while to build up at first but soon enough Tenchi's cheeks began to burn with a redness that was visible beneath his white-furred pelt. Teriyaki merely continued on with a smile that was becoming increasingly genuine for less then noble reasons, the heat was starting to build in her mouth but nothing she couldn't handle as she continued to eat. Her dining partner was clearly starting to have trouble with the quantity of spice being consumed but pride and the fact that they were starting to attract an audience forced him to continue on. There was no cream or milk to wash away the heat; there wasn't even any water available for them to drink. Tenchi slowed down but continued to eat despite it becoming an increasingly torturous affair while Teriyaki ate on, her stomach bulging and continuing to bloat outwards as she finished her half of the small feast and starting to work on the half belonging to her dinner "date." The heat in her mouth was starting to build to the point where even she would have difficulty standing it but it was worth it to see the look on the rabbit's face.

"What's wrong Tenchi, too hot for you?" Teriyaki cooed sarcastically as her partner-turned-opponent in this subtle battle of guts was forced to finally concede defeat. Smiling and adding insult to injury, she finished off the scraps as her stomach stretched her green Expandex shirt tight. While the last morsels disappeared into her mouth, she leaned back to give her bulging middle a gentle pat and watch Tenchi crawl away to beg for water; another successful evening handling a request from her previous employer, if only her battle with the board of directors went this well.

The next morning, a somewhat bloated Teriyaki dressed in casual business attire and sat in the meeting room with the executive in charge of the research budget and two of his peers. The black-haired woman tried to avoid fidgeting in her two seats as she processed this information. The executive was a familiar face even if the Steel Chef didn't remember his full name while the two peers... were not. Teriyaki wasn't sure what to make of this but was careful to avoid letting her unease show as the meeting began.

"Teriyaki, you are a Steel Chef with a specialty in preparing GM preds into edible meals worthy of being on PanAsia's menu correct?" The senior executive she wasn't familiar with began the meeting, stealing the prompt out from under the male responsible for her budget.

"Yes I am." Teriyaki began and was about to deliver a prepared speech defending her specialty but was promptly cut off.

"As you can see gentlemen, as I mentioned before there is no need to waste money further funding her research. I do not understand your interest in her experience in collecting ingredients in the field." Her superior in the culinary R&D division began before he himself was cut off.

"If you had waited you would already learn the answer to that question." The same suit that began the meeting replied curtly between turning back to Teriyaki. "There has been a recent development in our American markets." He began as his assistant slid a manila folder towards the raccoon chef and bid her to open it. "An unknown actor has been attacking our assets in the United States with a new predator GMO that has not been seen before and potentially threaten to overrun our properties with this new creature." The gargantuan executive continued to brief as she opened the folder to a picture of some sort of reptilian bird. "The creatures have already done noticeable damage to personnel and property so Namul's team had been sent to assess and destroy the threat. The information they had recovered so far has been worrisome, particularly the accounts of one of the freelancers formerly under this individual's employ. Agent Goi has made some progress in assessing whether or not the creatures can be eaten but we need his talents here for other pressing matters. Your orders are to take over his research and continue working with Namul's team in New Orleans. According to your superior's memos sent over the past two months, you are particularly qualified for this task."

Teriyaki was speechless. When she woke up this morning she was prepared to defend her position or potentially get sacked and now she was being essentially told to pack her bags and head to America to take part in a mission to investigate a foe that could potentially cripple or destroy the company because HER expertise was valuable. Her previously worthless specialty was valuable ...

Mexico City, Mexico...

Meanwhile, in a considerably larger and better equipped test kitchen within the lower levels of one of Taco King's own research complexes deep within the heart of sunny Mexico City, another Steel Chef was called to conduct research on a creature that Teriyaki would find quite familiar. Tubo smiled and sang a little Mexican ditty to himself as he finished butchering and cooking one of the strange "dino-chickens" that had been plaguing Taco King facilities along the Mexican-American border. The effeminate timber wolf playfully sniffed the sizzling chicken as he prepared the rest of the filling for a pair of Estomago Grande burritos, his broad thighs and protruding bubble butt squeezed into his brightly colored chef's jacket, apron, and tight black pants as the fat femboy danced around the warm, tiled kitchen with a swaying of his broad hips. Short black hair was matted against his gray-furred head as he wiped the sweat from his brow in the intense heat of the pastel-colored kitchen.

The burrito filling was sizzling to his satisfaction, thin strips of the chicken-like meat simmering in a mix of his favorites. All that was left was to lie out the flour wraps and get his burritos ready to serve. Soon he would come to the moment of truth, whether or not this pest was a good substitute ingredient for chicken burritos. If he couldn't taste much of a difference then it meant the company could use it as a substitute for regular chicken and the consumer wouldn't notice.

Once the Estomago Grandes were ready and set on a plate, Tubo sat down and sniffed the aroma of fresh burritos excitedly. His round rear squished against the hard wooden bench and spread outwards as he produced a knife and fork then began to eat slowly, savoring the flavors and washing each bite down with water to keep his palette clean. So far it tasted promising, he could discern no noticeable difference between the dino-chickens and traditional chicken meat. One recipe down, a dozen more to go, he contemplated with a coy smile as he cleaned his plate and relaxed... and an audible puff of gas escaped his feminine rump. Beans always did find a way to go straight to his trasero in more ways then one.