Dining in the Lylat System

The Body in the Kitchen (Part 2)

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 6: THE BODY IN THE KITCHEN (PART 2) or "F" IS FOR FAT

Written by: MISS JANE MAPLE

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal and I are on Fortuna for a state visit. She was supposed to discuss policy with the prime minister, Addy Pose, but Addy... has been murdered.

"We were sleeping in a guest room at the prime minister's mansion. I found out the prime minister was dead in the middle of the night."

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Fox was laying in bed, eyes closed, when he felt a tickle at his nose. He wriggled it and turned over. In a few moments, the tickling came back. He sneezed. Now fully awake, he opened his eyes and realized a hawk's feathers had stroked his nose.

He stared at an immense hawk standing next to the bed. She was K'ool K'ah, one of the prime minister's personal guard. Her waist was wider than her height, and her belly protruded far from her frame and down past her knees. Her mighty breasts, easily twice the size of her head each, could only look small on a woman of K'ool's proportions. She wore a uniform with a button-up shirt (buttoned all the way down her stomach, even as it drooped below her knees), accommodatingly thick-legged pants, and a suit jacket that was lucky to hold so much as her bulging arms. Her sharp hawk's beak was buffered by plump cheeks to its sides and a double chin underneath.

Fox spoke groggily. "What's the big idea? And do you normally wake guests up by tickling them?"

"You need to get up, Mr. McCloud," K'ool said simply. Her voice was husky and authoritative.

Then Fox realized Krystal was there, too. She stood in her nightie, sheer and loose. Its lace shoulder straps ran down to bra cups holding her full, rounded breasts. From there, the fabric hung against her body. Through it, Fox could see the deep curve of her developing belly and the luscious sweep of her thickened hips. Her gut was big enough that he could only see a sliver of her panties. But now was not the time to get turned on, he thought to himself.

Krystal spoke. "Fox, something terrible has happened. We're gathering the other guests and going to the drawing room."

Fox yawned. "Okay." Clad in boxers, he got up, slipped on slippers, and trudged along with K'ool and Krystal.

First was Panther Caroso. His frame was husky and masculine. He rose from bed in cotton pants and a sleeveless white shirt that didn't cover half his stomach. Fox thought thas his belly was bigger than earlier--but maybe it was just a trick of the eye, different clothing or something.

Next was Gisele the gazelle. She answered the door wearing a hot pink bra. Her breasts were massive, sprawling almost a full arm's length before her. Her nipples were just barely contained, although her areolas did peek out. Her right hand gripped her chunky hip. Her hips were brimming with adipose and over a meter wide. Between her globular gut and hefty hips, Fox couldn't see her panties. They were only visible from the back. At her sides, the panties were hidden under folds of waist pudge; as her panties spanned around to her backside, they escaped folds and creases under her fluffy tail; but then they ran downward, lost in her deep ass crack.

Then the group woke Tobias the tiger, whose body formed an ocean of fat atop his bed. His bed was motorized with a remote control, which he could use to turn over his enormously fattened, bed-bound body. Presently, he used it to shift into his hovering mobile chair and join the group. He wore sweat pants.

Finally, they arrived at the door to Zora the zebra's guest room. She answered in a silk robe. It tied around her stomach and mostly covered her tits, although a thin opening ran from top to bottom, showing her fatty cleavage and blubbery navel. It draped along the slope of her waist down to her massive hips, which were even wider than Gisele's. The robe was just long enough to reach her ass. It draped off the sides of her haunches and the back of her rump.