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Adipose City Side Dishes: A Slice of the Pie

By Psion

An Adipose City Story

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Hundreds of miles away from the American cyberpunk city of Adipose City were the Queensland Confectionaries' territories of Australia and New Zealand. Though far away from the hustle and bustle of that crossroad of the rotund Post-Peak world, Queensland Confectionaries was no less corpulent or involved then their American friends. The archipelago of New Zealand and the eastern half of Australia had been turned into a prosperous land devoted to the production of sweets. Many of the pastries, candies, and ice creams consumed the entire world over were made in Queensland's bakeries and food processing plants yet their heavily armed neutrality and trade agreements made taking them head on a foolish venture for even the firearms-obsessed Burger World. As such, the other corporations generally left Queensland's Confectionaries alone, restricting their aggressive overtures to the research kitchen. The same could not be said for the cells of PhysEd Consortium agents operating out of the continent's largely uninhabitable interior...

The greenhouse complex on the edge of the inhabited parts of the continent was an array of glass domes filled to the brim with exotic plants from around the globe, the compound fenced in by an electrified chain link fence to deter some of the larger hostile wildlife that still roamed the Australian interior. Yet it was still nothing to the squad of PEC agents crashing through in an armored truck, setting off the perimeter alarm in a sudden sneak attack. Hovering drones came to life and attempted to stun the intruders only to be shot to pieces by the lunks' automatic weapons. As soon as the smoke cleared, the team of PEC agents disembarked and formed up before heading towards the main head house of the complex. Leading the charge was a gray furred timber wolf animan with long black hair and lemon-yellow teardrop tattoos beneath her eyes.

Jessica McQueen smiled as she led her squad of fellow PEC brutes into the research facility. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, a fresh magazine in her Boom Boom Betty assault rifle, and bumblebee-pattern body suit stretched tight against her rock-hard body. Life was good, damn good. And made all the better by having three of her mates with her to wreck Queensland's shit. Dusty the Aussie she-lynx, Lash the Canadian cow, and finally Jessica's girlfriend Kit the Canadian she-lynx. McQueen couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather have by her side out wrecking fatty corp property.

"Alright, everyone remember what we came here to do?" She asked as the four of them stacked up against the door leading into the compound interior.

"Oi!" Dusty sounded off as she hoisted a supercharged Culin-X microwave stun rifle. The slender Australian lynx had been McQueen's best friend since the two of them were recruited into the Consortium and had been virtually inseparable ever since.

"Moo?" Came the slightly confused reply from Lash. The female mountain of Canadian beef was frankly very stupid and completely incapable of proper speech. Fortunately she was quite strong and tough, two traits that served her well in the corporation.

"Of course sweetie!" Kit chimed in with subservient sweetness. "This is the greenhouse laboratory where Queensland's Confectionaries experiments with new flavoring agents made from plants from all over the world, including endangered plants and genetically engineered ones that won't survive a day in the wild. And we're going to burn it down!" The chesty Canadian lynx shouted with far too much happiness for the morbid task ahead of her as she slammed a breaching charge on the reinforced metal security door.

Before anyone could say another word, the charge went off and knocked the heavy metal door onto the polished tile floor with a clang that was almost as deafening as the explosion itself. The instant the way was clear; Lash raised a translucent polymer riot shield and marched in ahead to provide cover for the rest of her teammates... and was immediately buckling under the heavy fire of a fully automatic shotgun being fired from the other end of the foyer. Undeterred, the others followed in behind her, returning fire and sending the armored glutton resisting their advance to cower behind a freestanding security station.

"OI! Do you shits have an appointment?" Came the sarcastic bellow of the Street Sumo as he audibly went through the process of quickly reloading.

"We don't need an appointment to evict your fat ass." McQueen replied cattily as her squad dropped their guard ever so slightly and advanced down the center of the entry hall, eyes occasionally cast towards the cushioned lounge sofas and vending machines to the side. Just what was it with Queensland and ice cream machines anyway? The wolf asked silently in the brief seconds before the barely visible Street Sumo received reinforcements from deeper within the main compound building...

The first sign that the battle was no longer going in PEC's favor was the security door behind the checkpoint abruptly opening and a smoke grenade flying out in a high arc before landing almost perfectly in the middle of the Consortium team before enveloping them in a blinding cloud of smoke. Dusty and Kit immediately demonstrated bad trigger discipline by firing at what they thought was the direction of the counter-attacking fatties. What they did instead was waste ammunition and hit McQueen squarely in the back with a stunning bolt of searing microwave energy.

"OI! WHAT THE FUCK DUSTY?" The wolfess bellowed, realizing her mistake too late. The moment she shouted, the others started calling back, revealing their positions in the obscuring smoke for the rotund defenders outside of the cloud. Almost immediately a barrage of projectiles hit the four athletic females as the smoke began to thin. Stunning bolts from conducted electrical weapons shocked them while darts loaded with a cocktail of paralyzing drugs pierced their armored body suits. In a matter of moments, their assault was being routed.

Kit felt her heart leap into her throat as the busty lynx watched her teammates crumble, panic setting in as she watched McQueen fall to the floor in a heap. Huffing and hyper-ventilating, she ran back out the blown doorway and tried to reach the safety of the armored truck they arrived in. No sooner had she stepped over the fallen metal door then a Scorpio grappling hook sailed overhead, latched onto a sturdy crossbeam over the door frame, and slammed something round and heavy into Kit like a wrecking ball. The last thing the lynx would remember was getting hit by a huge fleshy wall of tan and gray....

Waking up with a start sometime later, Jessica McQueen found herself tied to a chair in one of the head house research kitchens and surrounded by the team of Queensland agents that routed her assault so easily. Snarling and baring her fangs, she looked at each of her captors in turn and tried not to give into fear as she slowly realized just how much trouble she was in. Five portly figures clad in the black boots and tan khaki that was the Queensland company uniform.

Swiss the kangaroo Big Tool, a blond shelia with ice blue eyes and most of her weight concentrated in her hips and voluminous bubble butt stretching her khaki shorts tight as she twirled a large, baton-shaped combination tool in her right hand and regarded the captive wolf with a cool gaze from the far right. Standing next to Swiss was Bullet Storm, a big-bellied Tasmanian Devil and a Street Sumo specialized in heavy weapons and close-quarter combat in the form of a pair of large and wicked-looking kukris. McQueen was particularly familiar with Bullet Storm, the ball-shaped male was augmented to eat damn near anything and managed to be a waddling terror of the badlands. To Bullet Storm's right was Buns, a brown-haired raccoon with an effeminate pear shape to his body that the wolfess found revolting. The Steel Chef baker regarded her with a slender smile and a dainty little wave as she quickly moved onto the next member of the team, a short kangaroo mouse as wide as he was tall, a white lab coat stuffed with pharmaceutical odds and ends worn over his tan khakis. Despite his appearance, his face wasn't ringing any bells in McQueen's head.

Standing in the center and to the front of her team was Drop Bear, the infamous koala Grabboid that knocked Kit over like a bowling ball before the wolf finished blacking out. A giant sphere of a woman, Drop Bear had a talent for being as stealthy and nearly as mythical as her namesake, somehow hiding despite her girth before coming in like an old Pre-Peak pop song about demolition equipment. And yet here she was, looking over the captive PEC agent with a cocky grin on her face. "Well, well, what do we have here mate?" The koala woman began with a playful crook of her head. "Looks like a prissy little PEC. So where are the rest of your friends? The ones you didn't come with."

"I WILL NEVER BETRAY THE CONSORTIUM!" Jessica shouted defiantly. Her captors were naturally less then impressed by her bravado.

"We'll see about that, she's all yours Buns." Drop Bear smiled as she turned and started to waddle away. McQueen knew in that instant that she could kiss her rock hard abs goodbye...

The raccoon Steel Chef turned out to be relentless when it came to his craft. No sooner was she injected with a strange compound that made her stomach feel like it was made of rubber and wheeled to one of the laboratory kitchens then the big-assed femboy began stuffing her in earnest. Huge, generously cut slices of cake were stuffed down her throat, her new feeder taking care to make sure she ate every last crumb. The cake had barely formed a lump in her stomach before he switched to pies. Small snack-sized pies as well as larger, more traditionally sized pies of a variety of flavors including a few that the ballooning wolf suspected were unavailable outside of the laboratory. And then came the cookies and donuts...

Jessica's stomach bulged and began to form a tight, pronounced dome as it began to consume more and more of her lap's real estate. Her captor smiled with his puffy lips and gently caressed her expanding waistline. "That's right tubbo, just eat up." He cooed softly into her ear as he started forcing the next batch of treats into her gullet. After awhile, her resistance began to ebb and she began to eat more willingly as her body continued to balloon outward and hold more pastries. Her grey-furred pelt began to stretch and groan as she developed the foundation of a pronounced pear-shaped figure with a large belly. Part of the Consortium agent's mind registered that something was amiss here, that she shouldn't give up so easily. But Buns' offerings were so good, so tasty, and reminded her how long she subsisted on bland, flavorless health food laced with muscle-enhancing supplements....

Lulled into a stupor before finally succumbing to a food coma, McQueen passed out to the sensation of Buns gently caressing her swollen stomach; his delicate fingers kneading the pounds of pastry crammed into her gut, loosening up the contents to aid in digestion. The effeminate raccoon smiled as he regarded her with a pair of pale blue eyes before giving her a gentle peck on the cheek. They were always so cute when they finally fell asleep. Tomorrow it would begin all over again. Drop Bear would interrogate her, the agent would probably resist, and Buns would stuff her again. If she were as vain as all the others, she would cave before long. If not... well the Steel Chef saw a very big future in front of Jessica McQueen. A future with a wide pair of hips and a very big belly....