Dining in the Lylat System

Feedee in a Feeder's Land

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 9: FEEDEE IN A FEEDER'S LAND or THAT'LL DO, PIG

Written by: ROBERT A. FELINE

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"Feeder's log, starweight 309.63. A short while ago, we stopped one nefarious plot by Leon Powalski and another by Panther Caroso. They're both lawless rogues. We thought that was the end of it, but the Office of Cornerian Intelligence (OCI) thought otherwise.

"Agents Faye and Miyu requested to board our ship, the Great Fox. Faye and Miyu were old hunting buddies of mine, and now they work as middle management in OCI or something like that. They wanted to talk about Leon and Panther."

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Fox and Krystal hosted Faye the cocker spaniel and Miyu the lynx in their lounge. Both guests were lavishly heavyset.

Krystal set her wide rump in a loveseat, and Fox sat squeezed between her and an arm of the loveseat. She wore a casual pink top that strained against her breasts. They stretched the neckline downward, forcing it to reveal cleavage. Her waist was growing into a grand tub of pudge, and her shirt only covered her midsection down to her navel. Fox's hand gripped copious bare-furred back flab as he put his arm around her. Below, her hips were a fair bit wider, and Fox's own hips pressed into Krystal's plush side.

A couch faced the loveseat. Faye and Miyu took the couch, which creaked under their bulk.

Faye was a prim cocker spaniel, delicately perfumed with a lovely rose scent. Her belly blossomed over her entire her lap. Under her stomach, she kept her knees together neatly. Her hips were plump, but not plump enough to surpass the lateral expanse of her gut. Her belly itself was topped by two boobs of grandiose proportions. They formed two heaping mounds of flesh, and they draped just a bit around the sides and front of her stomach. She was clad in dark grey pants and a pressed white blouse. Her bountiful chest weighed on the buttons of her shirt, opening small gaps between each button.

Faye said, "After you subdued Leon Powalski and Panther Caroso, OCI interrogated them. The long and short of it is this: we know that they're engaged in a plot, but we are uncertain of its nature."

Miyu sat next to her. She kind of smelled like fried potatoes. Her gut was just as overgrown with blubber as Faye's, but she accommodated it by spreading her legs and allowing her belly to spill over her crotch and onto the couch. She wore the same shirt as Faye, but a few sizes smaller; her stomach leaned against its buttons heavily. Her white belly fur poked out between buttons, her blubber overrunning her clothing wherever it could. Miyu's breasts were thick, but not supersized; her sitting belly was a suitable surface for resting them. On the other hand, Miyu's thighs were tremendous, thick with lard that spread around her and sunk her into the couch. She also wore dark grey pants, and they were practically glued to her. You could make out every curve, every roll, every dimple across her thighs, unless it was hidden under her belly. Her calves muffin-topped her brown boots.

Now Miyu spoke. "We know for sure that they were still reporting to Wolf O'Donnell before their capture. So, we want to get our paws on him for interrogation. Thing is, we have to do it politely."

Fox recalled: Wolf O'Donnell, his long-time dogfighting rival, was executive chief over the Sargasso Space Zone. It was a hive of villainy, a haven for criminals and fugitives across the Lylat System. To Fox's chagrin, Corneria let it stand. Corneria never attacked or raided it. Instead, there was a bargain: if Corneria left the Sargasso alone, fugitives and criminals from across the Lylat System would be safe there. The benefit, purportedly, was that Cornerian intelligence knew how to track interstellar scum. They'd be at the Sargasso. The whole setup was top secret; citizens of Corneria had no clue that the Sargasso existed or that this was going on.