Dining in the Lylat System

Attack of the 50 Foot Anteater (Part 2)

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 11: ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT ANTEATER (PART 2)

Written by ED WOODCHUCK

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal and I are on Eladard for an interplanetary economic summit. Our visit was interrupted by a fierce foe called the Belligerent BioWeapon, BBW. She was a seemingly meek anteater who grew wider, taller, and meaner with each bite of food she swallowed.

"Krystal faced her down in a duel of appetites, but ultimately, BBW won. BBW seems unstoppable, and she hasn't stopped growing.

"We fled a buffet. Now Krystal is headed to safety in the care of Madame Grizzle. As for me, I need to find where BBW will strike next so I can warn people what's coming."

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Fox was on Central Street, the main drag in Eladard's capital, Zeropolis. Skyscrapers lined the street as far as the eye could see. He was just outside the Old Titania Buffet, where BBW was finishiing up.

Across the street from the Old Titania Buffet, Fox saw a big window with "StuckMart" printed on it in calligraphy. Inside, he could see a quaint little store with a single gondola display: a vertical board with shelves holding snack foods. If there was food, BBW might hit this next.

Shortly, he burst into the StuckMart, swinging open the door forcefully and jingling a bell attached to it. He handled the door so wildly that everyone inside the cramped convenience store, a handful of people, looked right to him.

A stocky pink-skinned frog was among them. Her stomach was her most prominent feature: a rotund mass that jutted forward from her frame and blimped out to her sides. One arm rest on her side, forced to arc outward as it lay along the curve of her waist. Her other arm held an Ultra-Gigantic Sugar Sludge (TM) drink. She wore a tube top that covered her upper belly, stopping at a crease where her waist puffed further outward, and her belly hung low over her thighs. Her tits looked plump and round in the tube top. Below, she wore pale blue skinny jeans.

Although her hips were slight, and they hadn't grown as wide as her underbelly, her weight gain had still padded them out and given her a healthy derriere to fill the seat of her pants. Her plump thighs bubbled out through small rips in her pants bordered by torn white threads. Fox wasn't sure if that was the style or if her thighs had stretched the pants to the point of ripping. Then, Fox noted that growing her thighs enough to rip her pants was itself a good style.

This was Amanda Toad, Slippy's wife. Fox had to think for a second, surprised to see yet another familiar face. Either she and Slippy had chosen a very coincidental time to vacation on Eladard, or Slippy was here peddling his c-tran device at the conference.

Her snout was framed by pudgy cheeks and a padded chin. She saw the stress in Fox's face. "Hey Fox, is everything alright?" she asked.

"No," Fox said. "There's a monster outside. She's going to rip this store apart until she eats every scrap of food. And by doing that, she'll grow larger and wreak more property damage." By now, there was a cacophony of hovercar horns outside.

Amanda was puzzled. "If she's hungry, let's just bring her food."

The glass window of the StuckMart exploded inward, shattering as a long, pink tongue shot through it. Instinctually, Fox leapt forward into Amanda, shielding her and sending them both to the ground. Deftly, the tongue nabbed Amanda's drink and yanked it out.

Amanda was speechless.

"I'm not sure it'll be that easy to deal with her," Fox said, laying on Amanda's broad, plush midsection. He got up, then helped her up as well.