FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Adipose City: Aussie Thunder

By Psion

An Adipose City Story

All Rights Reserved

In Adipose City, no name was as associated with desserts as Queensland Confectionaries. In the post-Peak Oil, the Australians had turned sweets into an art form, becoming a major corporate power in the widened world after the crash of the petroleum economy. The company maintained their market dominance through a combination of high technology and a dedicated army of Steel Chefs trained in the twin arts of confectionaries and pastry making. And while many corps quietly slipped around openly challenging their monopoly on sweets, Queensland was no stranger to defending itself. As a world-class purveyor of sugars and carbohydrates, the Aussies were frequently at war with the nefarious forces of the PhysEd Consortium...

There were few things Sam "Buns" Johnson liked more then the smell of fresh baked pastries wafting up from the oven and tickling his nose, most of those things involved eating pastries. The warm aroma beckoning to him like a sultry temptress, the raccoon Steel Chef smiled as the chime dinged and announced that his pie had finished baking. Time to pull it out of the oven...

Slipping on a pair of oven mitts, the effeminate raccoon bent forward, his broad backside eclipsing the convection oven as the scholarly baker removed the apple pie and set it on the counter to cool while he moved onto the next recipe on today's docket. Setting a baking sheet next to the cooling pie, he pulled out the granola he prepared before lunch and began to spread it out on a baking tray. Taking care to drizzle plenty of honey over the crunchy grains, the big-bottomed femboy did his best to avoid making a face. During his career as a baker and breakfast specialist for Queensland Confectionaries, he had devoured and reconstructed waffles, pancakes, pies, danishes, cakes, breads, and exotic pastries that defied easy classification. And for the longest time, Buns didn't think there was a baked good he didn't like. Then the company decided to research some of PEC's recipes for psychological warfare purposes.

Granola... after sampling some brought back from a successful raid of a Consortium base hidden in the northwest parts of Australia, the brown-haired baker concluded two things. One, for all their talk about food chemistry and nutrition, PEC Nutritionists had no idea how to cook. Two, PEC grunts must get their teeth and jaws enhanced with synthetic industrial diamond coatings or something considering how horrible their grains were. There was no flavor, the texture was consistent with gravel, and once the coon finally managed to get it down, the damn thing sat uncomfortably in his gut like a rock. When the R&D executives asked if he could improve it, Buns replied by saying he couldn't see how he couldn't improve it.

Which lead back to where he was now, slathering honey over a "special" strain of granola. Extremely high in calories and enriched with the enzymes that facilitated fat production, if it worked it would be the ultimate prank to play on those stupid muscle heads. At the very least Buns was going to gain a couple pounds from taste-testing this pan alone if it worked as advertised. To say nothing of the other projects he had cooking.

Putting the tray of granola into the already hot oven and letting the pie continue to cool, Sam tapped the smart glass monitor on the wall of his kitchen, slender fingers brought up the cake recipe his coworker Dropbear, another Queensland agent, picked up during an operation in Aristo territory. Something about someone hiding an old-fashioned recipe book in the catacombs below Paris or something. Regardless of the story behind it, the result was that half of the recipe was barely legible. Corporate wanted him to try and reconstruct the missing details so Queensland could expand its product line in Western Europe.

Following the parts he could read, the raccoon gathered up ingredients and tools. Bending over, his khaki pants positively bulging as his pastry-fed bottom taxed even the incredible limits of Expandex, Sam took out a box of eggs, a carton of milk, and several bottles of flavor extract before closing the refrigerator and pulling a bag of flour out of the cupboard. Squatting down after depositing the ingredients on the table, round bubble butt squishing against the cool tile floor, he took out a mixing bowl, a cake pan, and a battery-powered hand mixer. Finally having everything out, he began to measure out ingredients and mix up a coffee and cream-flavored batter. The test kitchen was soon filled with the delicious scent of coffee as the cake began to slowly take shape. First the batter was whipped up to Johnson's personal satisfaction, then the contents were dumped into the waiting cake pan. Using a plastic spatula to scoop out the stubborn remainder, the raccoon began to lick bowl, whisk, and spatula clean before putting all three of them in the sink.

Tossing the cake in a preheated oven next to the one that was still baking his granola, Sam was finally able to turn his attentions to the cooled apple pie. With fork in hand, the raccoon devoured the pastry straight out of the tin. His pace was measured but ravenous, taking notes of the Burger World recipe he had been reconstructing in between shoveling large chunks of it down a greedy maw. Looks like that secret recipe wasn't so secret anymore, he smiled as the entire pie formed a small, comforting lump in his belly. Updating on his research notes as he gave his soft abdomen an affectionate rub, the Steel Chef leaned back against the counter as he waited for the next treat to finish baking. Time to see if he could actually make a granola that was actually edible...

Apparently he did make a pretty good granola. So good that he had finished about half of the pan before he remembered he needed to be writing things down. Texture was good; crunchy but in a good way. He'd have to hold back on the honey though. While it was certainly sweet enough for his tastes, the baker was certain he'd have to dial back the sweetness in order to successfully trick PEC goons into eating the spiked granola. Still, the enzymes certainly worked as advertised, no sooner had the coon finished eating the last of the baked grains did his stomach start to growl and demand food again. Looking down, he found that his thighs had grown an inch in either direction, the final destination of all the granola as well as an entire "home style" Burger World apple pie. Interesting side effect, it looked like the granola enhanced the digestive process in general. Making a quick note of that, he finished recording his observations on the granola recipe and saved the file before turning his attentions to the last item on today's docket, dressing up that Aristo cake then seeing how it tasted.

Topping the completed pastry with a selection of berries, Sam took a bite and then another. Not bad though it would have been better without the berries... not sure what it should have went with instead. Perhaps a bit more reading on French and British pastries was in order to figure it out. Cake was good though, nice and moist. And the side effects of the new enzymes still lingered, a four-pound cake turned into four pounds of pure fat added to his already considerable backside. He was turning into a major Australian thunderstorm, Buns determined with a guilty smile as he gave his bulging bubble butt a playful slap. The flabby orbs jiggled happily within his tight Expandex pants, as much of a testament to his skill as a baker as his written resume.

Concluding the day's research with his notes on the Aristo cake and a message to the enzyme researchers concerning his limited observations, the Steel Chef cleaned up his workspace and placed all the dirty pans and utensils in the dishwasher. Time for dinner and to see how much longer this augmented digestion worked, Johnson mused as he waddled away with much more heft to his stride then he had when he started work this morning. With a sly lick of his lips, the bottom-heavy femboy wondered what tomorrow would do to broaden his horizons... In the mean time though, there was dinner to eat and residual side effects to observe.

Dinner was at a small Queensland chain known simply as Shrimp and Barbie. While undisputed masters of sweets, Queensland Confectionaries was admittedly lacking in options for the savory side of things. Shrimp and Barbie was one such franchise that tried to address this issue. Vaguely similar to Burger World's Blockparty BBQ chain, at least as far as the menu went; S&B was a "made to order" eatery specializing in grilled foods. Burgers, shrimp skewers, grilled fish and chicken, things like that.

Seated on a stool in front of an S&B stall within his apartment block, khaki-clad rump squished against the sturdy metal-framed pedestal, Sam happily munched on a reasonably sized dinner of several shrimp-and-vegetable kabobs cooked with edible skewers. Washing down the grilled shrimp, vegetables, and shaped carbohydrates with a large cola, the raccoon steel chef idly watched the world go by for a few minutes while idly rubbing his soft tummy. Whatever enzyme was lingering in his system seemed to have passed now; once he had eaten his fill his belly remained full. Interesting but ah well, couldn't have that hyper-efficient digestion going on forever otherwise he might never feel full again.

With dinner finished, the raccoon ambled up to his apartment. Threading his broad hips through the doorway, Johnson shut the door behind him and plopped his round bottom on the memory foam couch. Smart materials gently conformed to his shape and cushioned him as the reclining Steel Chef turned on his game console and the flat screen television turned on with the loading screen for a multiplayer swords and sorcery game. A few seconds later his character profile was loaded and notifications that Ghost Pepper and her friends were online. "Ready for a dungeon crawl Aussie Thunder?" The female barbarian wizard Ghost Pepper asked with a winking emoticon.

Sam smiled; he always enjoyed playing a few games with Ghost Pepper. Always a great conversationalist, he could never recall a night spent talking to her that was ever boring. So with a grin, he accepted her invitation and got ready to dive into a few dungeons with his cleric. Everybody loved a cleric.

Elsewhere on the continent, in a PEC safe house hidden in Sidney, a Consortium tech specialist relaxed with a nice computer roleplaying game. It wasn't often, if found out she'd never hear the end of it, lethargic hobby and all that. But when the rest of the agents were out and she drew the short straw for minding the fort, she hopped online for some time with a fantasy RPG that was popular. With the others gone, she was free to delve through dungeons as the barbarian sorceress Ghost Pepper...