Dining in the Lylat System

Whale of a Tale

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 2: WHALE OF A TALE

Written by: JULES FERN

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"Feeder's log, starweight 205.02. Ever since we got that culinary transmutation device, Krystal has been eating more. The new curves in her figure are exciting for the both of us, I think.

"She's the lead diplomat for Corneria, and she covers most of our expenses around here. I keep myself busy with bounties, though. In fact, I just received an interesting call from royalty on Aquas."

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Fox sat in the communications room aboard the Great Fox. On the screen before him was Queen Balaenoptera, the whale queen of Aquas. Her elongated head was turned to the side, one eye facing Fox. She bobbed up and down; she floated in a pool of water, held aloft solely by her buoyant blubber. To call her belly an apron would be an understatement. It flowed down past her knees, and it spread half an armspan on each side of her. Its girth formed a plump dome bissected by a roll that ran across the middle of her waist. Her round breasts lay thick atop her gut, almost completely covering its top half. Each boob sloped off her belly's side onto her puffy arms, each of which had a larger diameter than Fox's waist. Under her colossal stomach, the curving sweep of her wide legs floated on the water. Each tiny wave rippled her adipose and rubbed the rolls of her hips, thighs, and calves against each other. Her entire body was slick with water.

Balaenoptera had called Fox to commission his services as a bounty hunter. "Orca Parker is your target. For years, she's robbed the peoples of my kingdom."

Fox sipped coffee from a mug, then looked to the screen. "Isn't this a job for the police, your majesty?"

"She started her crime spree as a lithe little delphinida, outwitting and outmaneuvering the authorities. But with each successful heist, her waistline grew and grew. Now, she carries a formidable bulk, and she wields it aggresively. All along the way, she's bested my most skilled swimmers. I hesitated to use lethal force, but now even that has failed. You're my last hope before turning to military-grade tactics."

She parted her legs, although her abundant calves didn't leave much room between them. From offscreen, a whale servant swam casually between the queen's legs up to her stomach. His body was slim but defined, with broad shoulders: a textbook swimmer's build. She paid him no mind as he drew his hands together, then pressed them into her expansive belly flesh. He worked deep into her fat, pushing into her natural cushioning and reaching as far across her as he could.

Fox was unsure what was going on, but he kept talking. "You're uh, not exactly driving a hard bargain here. You sound desperate."

The masseuse swam his waist into her belly, letting it flub around him. He leaned over and stretched his hands into the crease along her middle, rubbing deep into her folds. He started on the left and made his way slowly across. She cooed as he rubbed deep into her stomach's groove. At its middle, her belly button itself formed a deep ridge of fat. Once his hands reached it, he drew his shoulders back, then put his back into it. He rubbed inside her soft navel, which swallowed his hands and wrists. Its fat billowed, filling the hole, and when he pushed his hands in, its wet blubber made a "shluck!" noise. Then, when he pulled his hands out, they made a "shlorp!" sound. "Shluck... shlorp! Shluck... shlorp!" went his massage, handling the pillowy walls of her navel. Balaenoptera closed her eyes and moaned.

Fox nervously interrupted. "Is this a bad time? I can call back later."

"No, no," the queen responded in a breathy, relaxed voice. "I'll pay you anything, name the price."