Dining in the Lylat System

Attack of the 50 Foot Anteater (Part 3)

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 12: ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT ANTEATER (PART 3)

Written by ED WOODCHUCK

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal headed to Eladard for an economic summit, and I tagged along. The Office of Cornerian Intelligence warned us that an unknown enemy would unleash a bioweapon on the planet to upset the conference. Little did we realize the bioweapon would be an anteater with a voracious hunger.

"The bioweapon--Belligerent BioWeapon, or BBW for short--has been eating and growing as she terrorizes Zeropolis, the capital of Eladard. And when I say growing, I mean multiple stories high.

"Now she faces down a force sent by the Eladard Guard. They'll definitely bring her under control quickly."

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Fox, Katt, and Lucy were outside the wreckage of the BacteriYum frozen yogurt joint.

BBW, a four-story-tall anteater, stood in the middle of the street. Her belly was seriously hefty, piled thick around her middle. Its bottom curve swept chunky halfway down her thighs. Given her height and the size of her stomach, her underbelly was big enough to hide Fox entirely. Her hips stored layers and layers of gratuitous flesh, forming full curves dense with adipose. And her tits smothered the top of her stomach, packed round with fat. So far, BBW's gluttony had gorged down an entire buffet, a convenience store, a fast food restaurant, and most recently, a frozen yogurt shop. All of those calories, digested nearly instantly, piled onto her frame in pudge while adding feet to her height.

She faced a squad of armored vehicles. From one, a solid-built bulldog wearing grey combat fatigues stepped towards BBW.

The bulldog spoke to BBW through a megaphone. "STAND DOWN. THIS IS GENERAL SALT OF THE ELADARD GUARD."

BBW stepped forward and brought her hand down towards the bulldog. Salt jumped aside, narrowly avoiding being squished to death.

The bulldog spoke to her squad over a hand radio while they were still in their armored vehicles. "Firearms set to stun. Ready, aim... fire!"

Thin, focused rays of orange light emitted from small cannons at the nose of every vehicle and shot her in the stomach. BBW giggled low and husky, and her car-sized paunch jiggled. The beams concentrated on her belly button, and she scratched it, compressing her monumental mammaries between her fluffy biceps as she drew her hands to her navel. She pawed her fat and pressed her girth around her fingertips.

An alarmed voice came over the radio to Salt: "I don't think it's working!"

Salt scowled. "Switch to lead rounds!" she barked.

The orange beams ceased. Moments later, the cannons spouted rat-a-tat-tat as they fired streams of bullets. BBW's massive gut rippled outward from the impacts. It was like watching pebbles thrown into a pond: her fatty stomach undulated in circles outward, showcasing how truly plush her blubber was. The bullets, meanwhile, fell to the ground, harmless. BBW's immense, pillowy middle had sapped their speed.

"Cease fire!" Salt ordered. "Chesterton, fire your RPG."

With a whoosh, the middle vehicle's cannon shot a black rocket upward toward BBW. She whipped out her tongue, snatched the rocket out of the air, and pulled it into her mouth. She gulped, and a second later, her belly bulged out into a dome. It receded just as quickly while a belch--"BWOURPF!!"--exploded out of her in a cloud of black smoke. The force of it shoved her back, knocking her onto her fifteen-foot-wide ass. Her twin cheeks slammed the pavement and cracked it as they quaked.