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DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 12: ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT ANTEATER (PART 3)

Written by ED WOODCHUCK

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal headed to Eladard for an economic summit, and I tagged along. The Office of Cornerian Intelligence warned us that an unknown enemy would unleash a bioweapon on the planet to upset the conference. Little did we realize the bioweapon would be an anteater with a voracious hunger.

"The bioweapon--Belligerent BioWeapon, or BBW for short--has been eating and growing as she terrorizes Zeropolis, the capital of Eladard. And when I say growing, I mean multiple stories high.

"Now she faces down a force sent by the Eladard Guard. They'll definitely bring her under control quickly."

* * * * *

Fox, Katt, and Lucy were outside the wreckage of the BacteriYum frozen yogurt joint.

BBW, a four-story-tall anteater, stood in the middle of the street. Her belly was seriously hefty, piled thick around her middle. Its bottom curve swept chunky halfway down her thighs. Given her height and the size of her stomach, her underbelly was big enough to hide Fox entirely. Her hips stored layers and layers of gratuitous flesh, forming full curves dense with adipose. And her tits smothered the top of her stomach, packed round with fat. So far, BBW's gluttony had gorged down an entire buffet, a convenience store, a fast food restaurant, and most recently, a frozen yogurt shop. All of those calories, digested nearly instantly, piled onto her frame in pudge while adding feet to her height.

She faced a squad of armored vehicles. From one, a solid-built bulldog wearing grey combat fatigues stepped towards BBW.

The bulldog spoke to BBW through a megaphone. "STAND DOWN. THIS IS GENERAL SALT OF THE ELADARD GUARD."

BBW stepped forward and brought her hand down towards the bulldog. Salt jumped aside, narrowly avoiding being squished to death.

The bulldog spoke to her squad over a hand radio while they were still in their armored vehicles. "Firearms set to stun. Ready, aim... fire!"

Thin, focused rays of orange light emitted from small cannons at the nose of every vehicle and shot her in the stomach. BBW giggled low and husky, and her car-sized paunch jiggled. The beams concentrated on her belly button, and she scratched it, compressing her monumental mammaries between her fluffy biceps as she drew her hands to her navel. She pawed her fat and pressed her girth around her fingertips.

An alarmed voice came over the radio to Salt: "I don't think it's working!"

Salt scowled. "Switch to lead rounds!" she barked.

The orange beams ceased. Moments later, the cannons spouted rat-a-tat-tat as they fired streams of bullets. BBW's massive gut rippled outward from the impacts. It was like watching pebbles thrown into a pond: her fatty stomach undulated in circles outward, showcasing how truly plush her blubber was. The bullets, meanwhile, fell to the ground, harmless. BBW's immense, pillowy middle had sapped their speed.

"Cease fire!" Salt ordered. "Chesterton, fire your RPG."

With a whoosh, the middle vehicle's cannon shot a black rocket upward toward BBW. She whipped out her tongue, snatched the rocket out of the air, and pulled it into her mouth. She gulped, and a second later, her belly bulged out into a dome. It receded just as quickly while a belch--"BWOURPF!!"--exploded out of her in a cloud of black smoke. The force of it shoved her back, knocking her onto her fifteen-foot-wide ass. Her twin cheeks slammed the pavement and cracked it as they quaked.

Fox saw an opening. He darted along the sidewalk towards BBW. From behind her, he sprung up onto her right butt cheek. He was just able to grip fur near the top of the glute, and he spread his legs, splaying them so he could hug the soft expanse of her rump with his entire body. He clung to her butt desperately as she stood.

She walked forward, towards General Salt. Salt ordered her squad to fall back. When BBW swung her right leg forward, Fox gripped hard as he fell with her wobbling cheek. When she put her right foot behind her, Fox felt as if her huge rump was thrust into him. Its lard squished against his body.

Slowly, Fox groped at fur higher and higher on BBW's back. He pulled himself high enough to reach the crest of her ass, burrowing his hands under the extraordinary roll of her lovehandle. He clutched at her meaty lower back roll while his feet pushed against her butt. Her ass was so soft that it was hard to secure his footing, and it didn't help that every step of her gait celebrated the fat on her rump with vibrations. Still, with sweat and determination, he brought his feet high enough to dig his boots into the crease between her lovehandle and ass cheek. His fingers clenched around a layer of fat below her shoulder blade.

* * * * *

Two politicians from Fortuna browsed a produce market. Its facade was open, and it had giant crates stuffed with fruits and vegetables. The crates were arranged into aisles, with room to walk between them.

One politician was an obese gazelle, Gisele. Her cheeks were so chubby that they were each as wide as her brow. Her gut billowed out before her some feet. She wore a white sleeveless top with ruffles around the neck and a skirt that went down a little below her knees. The thing is, her belly ended at her ankles. As a result, her bare gut protruded from the bottom of the skirt liberally. And her ass certainly filled out the skirt. Its adipose packed so dense that it stuck out half an arm's length behind her and barely peeked out of the top and bottom of her skirt, squished into its confines. But, above all else, her bust was humongous. Two mounds started at her chest, rolled upward until they were level with her chin, then rounded out beyond her stomach. Their sides were so plump that they brushed along the top of produce on both sides as she walked down the middle of an aisle. Rather than swing her arms as she walked, she rest their heavy flab on the expanse of her rack.

The other politician was a colossal fatass zebra, Zora. She looked to her side, compressing a billowing store of fat that hugged her neck. Whereas Gisele's tits grazed crates as she walked by, Zora's rump plugged the aisle. It blimped outward from her backside in two globular blobs of pudge that pursed against the sides of each aisle and hung to her lower calves. She wore business pants that still left her cute cankles exposed and failed to cover the top of her ass, displaying her prominent butt cleavage. Rather than stuff her stomach into her pants, she had it locked away behind a button-up shirt. It bulged just as far as Gisele's, grown beyond her reach, having swollen with blubber down to her ankles. Her breasts were stuffed in that shirt, too, although they didn't manage to balloon as far out as Gisele's.

Gisele burped and hiccupped. Her jostling chest knocked a few apples to the floor. "I feel like I could eat everything in the store," she said. "This planet has no food!"

Zora's gut howled a fierce growl. She was starving. "I think I'll beat you to it," she said to Gisele.

A giant brown-gray hind paw smashed the asphault outside. It was about ten feet long, and above it, a leg's billowing calf flab oscillated from the step. Gisele and Zora turned to see what it was while everyone else in the market screamed and ran.

Another foot landed soon after. The giant body, BBW, bent at the knees and kneeled, then sat on her legs. Her butt swallowed her feet. Its pudge rolled over her ankles, the pads of her feet, and her toes before spreading to the ground, splaying her gargantuan, bare ass along the street. Her belly compressed into doughy rolls that topped her lap, and her full bust sat heavy and round atop her belly.

Then, one hovercar made a left turn from an adjacent street behind BBW. It didn't have time to stop; it careened directly into BBW's ass crack. The front passenger-side corner of the car dug into the line between her cushioned cheeks, and their adipose ran over its hood, pinning it to the road. Its driver panicked and jumped out with flailing arms before BBW reached back, yanked the car free, and threw it behind her. She scratched her ass, rocking her blubber.

Fox still clung to her back. He peeked over her shoulder and found they had arrived at a market. She bent forward, squishing her belly across the road while she reached for produce.

Fox spotted Gisele and Zora. He shouted over to them, "Hey, ladies!"

Gisele turned to Zora. "Secretary Krystal's mate?"

Zora nodded. The two politicians had met Fox some time ago when Krystal, the chief diplomat for Corneria, visited Fortuna. Fox had joined her on the trip.

Fox continued shouting. "Could you guys help me out? I just need you to eat all of the food here before she does."

BBW reached into a crate of potatoes and grabbed a four-foot-long-handful of them. She ate them out of her hand like candy.

Zora yelled back, "Excuse me?"

Fox said, "Look, I'd love to explain myself, but there's not much time. All I can say is, how do you think she got this size?"

Gisele spoke to Zora. "Works for me," she said.

Zora grumbled, "Alright." It was absurd, but she got the picture: a giant monster was attacking Zeropolis, and the only way to stop it was to stuff her face.

Zora turned to face a display of watermelon halves, rubbing her monumental ass against a crate of apples as she turned. She bent forward to pick up a watermelon, and her rotund rump bumped the apple crate, knocking it over and spilling them on the ground. She brought the watermelon to her mouth and dug into the crisp, refreshing fruit with her snout. Her bites were quick, shredding the watermelon meat with wet crunches. When she swallowed, it shuttled down her gullet cool and sweet. She licked her lips.

While BBW leaned forward, Fox clutched the back of her shoulder. He was within arm's reach of a canvas awning hanging over the front of the market. He groped at it and climbed backwards on BBW's back, yanking the canvas from its metal frame.

Gisele had stuffed a series of baguettes into her cleavage, filling the entire span between her sprawling breasts. In one hand, she held a half-eaten baguette. She gulped a dense mouthful of bread with an audible squish. In her other hand, she held a bottle of tomato juice. She took a heavy swig to wash down the bread.

BBW's tongue nabbed the spilled apples, and she gobbled them up.

Fox straddled BBW's neck. He held the opposite ends of the canvas tight in his hands, then threw the middle of the canvas around her long snout, covering her mouth. She swatted at him, but he jumped up while maintaining his grip on the canvas. She ended up just slapping the back of her head while he evaded her swipes. After she gave up, he tied a knot around the back of her head.

Fox yelled again. "When she eats, her body puts on weight immediately. She also sprouts taller on the spot. If we limit her weight gain, we can bring her under control. Otherwise, she'll keep growing."

By this point, Zora was on the last watermelon half. She scraped its meat out, cleaning it diligently but swiftly with her tongue. She let it fall to the ground and put her paws on her gut. She burped. She was no stranger to stuffing herself, but doing so with so much fluid was unusual. Her partially-filled belly sloshed readily.

She looked to her left and saw a crate of carrots. She looked to her right and saw a fridge stocked with local beers. If the point was to prevent BBW from putting on weight, she figured, she should go for the beer. She opened the fridge, took a bottle, stripped off its cap, and poured it down her hatch. Each gulp delivered a little more liquid to an already bloated belly. The carbonation added to the liquid inflation that distended her stomach, and it looked rounder and bigger each moment. Her striped fur was visible between her shirt's buttons.

Gisele, for her part, had finished off the baguettes and tomato juice. They sat heavy in her gut, like she'd swallowed rocks instead of fancy bread.

She wasn't done eating, though. She looked next to bins of nuts with an accompanying scoop in each bin. She took one scoop in each hand and leaned forward over a bin of almonds. Her tits smushed across the nuts, but she was able to reach over her boobs and fill both scoops. She brought them to her mouth and poured both in. Her cheeks--already quite big--bulged with the deluge of tiny snacks, and she mashed the hard, dry mass using the power of her mandible. She swallowed. Stretching her arms past the flabby vista of her breasts was possible, but it wasn't ideal for the urgent cramming she wanted. She dropped the scoops, pressed her tits down into her gut as best she could, and bent over the nuts while holding herself steady against the bin, wrapping her pudgy digits around the rim. Her belly squished against the ground, and to make room for it, she was basically propping herself up on it. She thrust her face into the nuts and pigged out.

BBW tugged at the canvas on her face furiously, but she was unable to pull it off or pull it up. Her stomach growled aggressively.

Zora's shirt buttons strained to hold in her expanding belly. She finished off the final beer of the fridge with one last chug. Like a gatling gun, the top button of her shirt flew off, then the next, and the next, gradually unveiling her huge, bloated, spherical gut. Its taut expanse bounced as it came free. It swelled down to her hooves.

She waddled to a case of muffins. Zora shifted her weight onto one hoof, itself cradled in adipose. Her belly sloshed and her ass swung from the change in posture. She brought her free leg forward, scraping its lard-packed thigh against her stationary leg and pressing it into her distended, globular gut. Her hoof grazed her massive middle. Finally, she put her free hoof to the ground, shifting her weight back onto both legs. She quaked the ground by herself without any help from BBW, and her haunches undulated madly, so jiggly despite the density of their fatty rolls. Her belly swayed a little as the momentum carried through her liquid-stuffed gut. She repeated this, swinging her ass, sloshing her belly, and shifting her bulk all the way to the muffins. Once there, she tore into them.

Gisele's thick paw scraped the bottom of the last nut bin and shoveled it into her mouth, eating it. She rose from her position over the bins. Her heavy gut was hard to lift, and it weighed on her plump toes. She backed up to a dairy case, dragging her overburdened belly and feeling for the case with her wobbling ass cheeks. Her butt bumped the case. She turned around and gripped a gallon of heavy cream. She held it to her lips and raised it, chugging hard.

BBW shot her tongue into the canvas wrapping her face. The knot came free, and Fox nearly fell off--he barely managed to snag a patch of shoulder fur. He climbed off of her and ran to Gisele.

White liquid dripped from her lips. She was bent over her gut, which was a sturdy enough cushion to hold her three feet off the ground. Her ass was propped up into the air, round and plump with blubber. The remains of her skirt were draped over her ass and the sides of her stomach. She'd packed herself so full that her skirt had ripped right down the front, a victim of the outward pressure the binge affected on her gut. Since her shirt rode up, her midsection was entirely bare. And her tits were no slouch, hanging bulbous in huge, tubby curves and resting on the ground. Her sausage fingers rubbed her belly bed up and down. Her stomach squelched, and she burped wet and deep.

All of the food displays around her were empty. Fox said, "Holy shit, Gisele. Great work!"

"Any--URPH--time," she said.

Nearby, Zora sat with her back to the wall. Even her broad hips were hidden under her inflated globe of a belly. Its stretched surface rose and fell with every breath, pushing her full rack up and down. Her belly gurgled, and she belched dry and light. The food near her had disappeared as well.

Fox turned to her and saw the mass of food she had inhaled. It looked like BBW wouldn't have mych to pick through. "You too, Zora!"

She burped again, then replied, "You should (hic) expect nURRPthing less from FortuORRRPna."

Frustrated, BBW pawed through the crates. She wolfed down the remaining carrots and found a few more items, like cucumber and tomato. Her stomach growled again, and she started to stand.

Fox said to the politicians, "Sorry to jet, but I'm in a hurry!" He ran to BBW. She was on her feet and looking around.

He got up on her big toe and walked across her padded foot. Then, he clutched her fur and climbed up her calf, which was now twice his height. In total, BBW was a whopping five stories tall. He climbed up to her knee and stopped. Fat pursed around it, and her leg formed a deep, profound crease between her soft calf flab and her dense thigh. Fox tucked his arms into the crease. In so doing, he secured his position using her fat; her thigh hung so thick and heavy to her calf that his arms were safely tucked in between rolls of giantess lard.

Fox looked up. From his position, he could only see billowing belly fat. It grumbled, mad with hunger. Fox was so close to her gut that it rang in his ears as a dull, loud sound. She began walking, and he had a front row seat to the sight of her stomach shifting with each step and jiggling with each footfall.

Where was she headed?

* * * * *

Krystal and Madame Grizzle had failed to out-eat BBW at the first restaurant she attacked, and they had the gurgling bellies to prove it. But they weren't going to rest.

Grizzle was the foreign affairs secretary from Fichina, and so they were political acquaintances.

The stuffed stateswomen sat on a bench on a side street. Krystal sat with her legs splayed, making room for a stomach that was still churning through a feast. She wore a sleeveless floral print top that gave a dignified view of her cleavage, wide and buxom. Her top no longer reached the bottom of her gut, and a sliver of white fur poked out underneath her shirt. Her stomach almost reached her knees in her lap. Speaking of which, her lap was composed of two thunderous thighs whose adipose spread broad on the bench. They filled her beige skirt a little too well, and she was ready to go up a size or two.

Krystal took out a communicator. This was a palm-sized device for displaying a 3D projection of someone's head as you talked to them.

Krystal called Faye and Miyu, her contacts within the Office of Cornerian Intelligence. They were off the planet.

Faye, a flabby-cheeked fluffy-eared cocker spaniel, appeared with a belch. "Ooh, pardon me!" she said.

"Quite alright," Krystal said. "Do you see what's going on down here?"

"Yes, we've logged several incidents of destruction caused by one anteater, supposedly 4 foot 9 inches tall and 100 spacepounds," Faye said. The holographic projection even captured the bouncing of her bubbly cheeks.

Madame Grizzle scoffed. "She's not 4 foot 9 anymore."

Krystal asked, "Any idea where she's headed?"

"Right now, she's on trajectory to hit a bakery, but you won't beat her there. Now, if I extrapolate her path, she should hit a buffet next. If you move quickly, you can get there and convince them to dispose their food before BBW can eat it."

Madame Grizzle had already flagged down a hovering taxi. "Perfect," the bear said, "just tell us where to go."

Elsewhere in the city, BBW approached a bakery. Her steps lumbered now, and she held weak paws to her aching gut. Its hunger pangs uttered poignant groans, wavering but long. Fox slid down her leg, sprung off of her foot, and raced ahead to the bakery.

It had a display window, but shades were drawn shut in it, blocking Fox's view inside. A "CLOSED" sign hung in the door.

Fox hesitated. He could break in. On one hand, that didn't feel right. But, on the other hand, it wasn't like that would stop BBW from tearing her way in there.

He backed up from the door, then charged it with a flying kick. It fell under his mighty blow, and he stood over it inside the store.

The first thing he saw was Wolf O'Donnell, naked except for three things. He wore a leather brando cap. He wore leather briefs. And, on his neck, he wore a collar with a leash. In his hand was a cake that he had plucked from a glass case. Wolf's expression was aghast, frozen in shock upon Fox's entrance.

Fox already knew he should stop looking. But he was compelled to keep going. His eyes traced the leash from Wolf, along the ground, and ultimately to the hand of a corpulent pig. She was Paula, who was Wolf's... lady friend. She sat back in a lounge chair wearing leather lingerie. Her breasts were cradled in leather cups. Leather straps dug into her shoulder flab, pressed her bulging stomach, and went below it. It was presumably hooked to her panties, but her crotch was hidden entirely under her gut. She was so round that her hips and waist overflowed the arms of the chair, blimping past the chair's bounds with hearty rolls of pudge.

BBW punched in the window and looked inside.

Paula farted, bouncing her flesh into undulations atop the undersized furniture.

BBW turned and left. Fox spun around and chased after her.

Paula yelled to Wolf. "You gonna feed me that cake or what?"

* * * * *

Krystal and Grizzle walked into a buffet. It was on the fourth floor of a skyscraper. The hostess, a giraffe, looked down at them, nervous. "Look, we've got a situation..."

Krystal said, "That doesn't matter. There's a bioweapon attacking all of the restaurants in Zeropolis. For your safety, we need to dispose of all of your food before she eats it."

"It's already here," the hostess said. She pointed to a huge blue whale perusing the buffet offerings: Queen Balaenoptera of Aquas.

Two whale servants, toned and fit, stood on either side of her, each holding a handle. They supported a cloth that spanned under her gut. Her stomach alone was stacked so thoroughly with lard that it billowed over three feet in front of her and was five feet wide. It would have easily sprawled on the ground without support. Her jeweled top covered her vast bust, but it left her stomach exposed. Her belly button manifested as a foot-wide crease.

Her rump was almost as impressive. Her hips were wider than she was tall, and her ass' twin cheeks formed sacks of blubber at her backside. Krystal wondered when she would need two more servants to heft her butt. She wore a skirt that ran under her plump tail and just barely covered the top of her ass.

Balaenoptera tilted her head back as she raised a tray of french fries using her obese arms. The greasy, salty, fried potato snack poured into her maw, past wobbling pounds of cheek and chin that cushioned her face. She passed the tray to a servant, who put it back on the buffet.

Krystal turned to Grizzle. "Looks like BBW met her match," she said.

"I require a seat," the Queen said, "let us take a booth."

She waddled to the nearest booth. Her fatty tail swung from one colossal ass cheek to the next. Her rump flesh was so even and smooth, a testament to the skill of Aquas beauticians with regards to blubber. Her servants carried her belly in its cloth, taking care to walk in sync with Balaenoptera herself.

At the booth, one servant put down her belly and set the table aside. Now the booth was just two benches facing each other. The servant picked her stomach back up. Then, Balaenoptera sidled sideways between the two benches. She shoved her blubbery derriere over the bench behind her, although her butt was clearly bigger. The servants hoisted her gut over the bench in front of her. They put it down, and it crushed the bench with snaps and cracks. Then, she sat on her ass, and it demolished the bench behind her. Her haunches overflowed it so profoundly that Krystal couldn't see the bench any more. She wondered what the point was. It looked like Balaenoptera's ass was so huge that it was its own furniture. She didn't have a shelf ass. She had a couch ass.

She sighed pleasantly. "Now, I require more."

Each servant strode to the buffet and picked up a new tray. One returned to Balaenoptera with deep dish pizza, the other with cheesecake.

The Queen eyed both of them. "The pizza first."

The servant with the pizza tray walked up to her belly, then pulled his leg up onto it. He leaned forward, planting one hand into her soft, pillowy stomach while his other hand balanced the tray. Gently, he crawled between her cleavage up to her face. She opened her mouth wide, and he tilted the tray, sliding the heavy, greasy, cheesy food into her maw and down her gullet. She gulped it down with wet squishes. Under his legs and hands, he felt the food thump into her gut, which groaned happily as it met its newest meal.

The Queen chose servants who appealed to her visuslly and who could satisfy her cravings (and I don't mean just the food cravings). However, her servants also needed to demonstrate restraint; the Queen was not always in the mood, and strong displays of physical affection were inappropriate in public. So, this servant was well trained in quelling his desires, even as he shoved food into her... and his hand pressed her broad, expansive breast... and his legs were on her humongous, padded belly, where he could feel her smooth fat cushion him, and he could hear her gurgles... and he was above her, so he could see her belly flesh expand behind him, her tits puff to his sides, and he could even see over her shoulders where her ass smothered the floor... but today, he showed that restraint with difficulty. He hoped he would share Balaenoptera's bed this night.

"Good," she said, "now the cheesecake."

The other servant passed his cheesecake tray to the one straddling her gut. The belly-riding servant fed her while the other one put his hands to her voluminous paunch and rubbed it.

Balaenoptera liked different rubs depending on her state. At this point, towards the conclusion of a buffet binge, she preferred lighter, gentler strokes. The servant swept his fingertips along her sides, caressing each fold and roll as he passed it. Her stomach was a colossal hoard of fat. Its size demonstrated the wealth, luxury, and elegance of Aquas.

She smacked her lips after the last of the cheesecake fell into her. "Is that everything?" she asked.

The rubbing servant responded, "Yes, nothing remains."

Balaenoptera stifled a belch, jostling her feeder atop her gut as she did so. "Quite good. The quality was sufficient. Not outstanding, but sufficient. The quantity, however, was impressive."

A crash sundered the wall of the buffet. BBW had fallen over into the building, knocking out a patch of its wall. She struggled to stand again. Once she did, she peered inside the buffet. She sniffed and sniffed, but she found no food. Her stomach growled pitifully, and she whimpered before slumping to the ground.

Fox ran to BBW and stopped. She was breathing, but she was too weak to get up, weighed down by lengthened bones and thickened haunches. It seemed like a cruel end.

Krystal stood near the torn-open wall and looked down. She shouted down to Fox. "You'll never guess who we bumped into!"

* * * * *

"Feeder's log, starweight 335.72. Drained of metabolic power, BBW shrunk to her former size. Now, she's held in captivity on Eladard, and biochemists are working on how to feed her without inciting a rampage.

"Apparently, she can talk. Her story--now don't share this, it's confidential--her story is that Dash Bowman ordered her attack directly.

"Dash Bowman is ostensibly the elected leader of Venom. However, he lies to get half of his votes and cheats to get the other half.

"Krystal might want a word with him.