Dining in the Lylat System

Attack of the 50 Foot Anteater (Part 1)

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 10: ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT ANTEATER (PART 1)

Written by ED WOODCHUCK

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"Feeder's log, starweight 327.38. Krystal and I are headed to Eladard for an interplanetary economic conference.

"Eladard was a backwater planet until the Lylat Wars, when Andross took it over and repurposed it as a weapons test bed. After the war, the planet's citizens took that technological know-how and made Eladard a hub of innovation. It's been the economic darling of the Lylat System ever since.

"Anyway, Faye and Miyu contacted us again. They had security concerns about the conference. So, we've invited them back aboard."

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Krystal and Fox met Faye and Miyu in the landing bay aboard the Great Fox. As Krystal and Fox walked Faye and Miyu to the lounge, Fox noted that they were plumper this time.

Faye was a busty white-furred cocker spaniel with floppy ears. Her shirt was only buttoned up halfway; it was open along the full length of her furry white tits, which bulged atop her tubby gut and weighed upon her shirt, pressing it open. Her shirt parted open a few inches at her bust, and Fox could see the tight cleavage of her mashed-together breasts all the way from her chest down to where they met her belly. They hung wider than her waist by a fair bit, so full and round. Below, her stomach formed a blubbery paunch big enough to test her shirt's remaining buttons and droop over her pelvis.

Her hips and ass were sizeable as well, straining her dark grey pants skin-tight and showcasing her lovely curves. Faye wore a belt. At her back, it laid at a 45 degree angle, sloping outward from her body as it rest on the top of her ass. Her chunky gait pushed her butt cheeks up and down; if her left leg was in the back half of its stride, her left glute would push up, and her belt over it would be shifted up to be straight horizontal. Granted, her supple lovehandles flowed over the belt, and Fox could only see its tip. He could see the belt better at Faye's sides, where it travelled downward and hugged the top of her rounded hips. It had to angle down because its buckle was latched on the underside of Faye's prominent gut, hidden completely from view by her expansive potbelly (unless you got on the floor and looked up at her stomach).

Miyu was a tan, hippy lynx. Her weight gain had forced her out of her formal clothing. She wore a T-shirt that used to be loose. Now, her breasts were too big to let it cover her belly's bottom roll. When Miyu tugged down on her shirt, her boobs pursed against its neckline--indirectly, she was compressing her breasts down into her belly. When she let go of her shirt, it would stop pressing down and lay comfortably on her form. This meant its bottom only went as far down as her navel. Below the bottom of her shirt was a soft roll of flesh, white and furry, that bulged outward in a luxurious, elegant curve. The roll grew thinner as it wrapped around her back, where its fur became tan while it joined her pillowy lovehandles.

That roll draped over her hips, which had grown ever thicker. They were wider than her shoulders and filled with wobbling lard. She wore sweat pants that thinned in the middle of her rump; her growing and gaining was wearing the pants thin. From behind, between desperate and dying threads, Fox could glimpse the shuddering cleavage of her ass crack, where two bulbous regions of adipose met, squished together by stretchy pants stretched past their limits. Her enlarged ass protruded over her swollen thighs and sagged down at her sides, where it mushroomed beyond her legs. Plus, her haunches were so wide that she angled her arms outward to sweep them around the circumference of her frame as she walked.

When they reached the lounge, Faye and Miyu sat on the couch. Miyu's legs splayed out around her, supporting her bare spare tire. Faye's belly scrunched in her lap, pushing her rack up and making it even more pronounced. The sides of her gut slumped as they overflowed her lap.