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WARNING: Contains immense fattiness and social commentary, kinda.
Well, here we have the fattest Li has ever gotten, and the introduction of more colourful characters :P Veeerrry proud of this one, so do enjoy my handiwork >w>
Beep...beep...beep…
The shrill sounds of a digital alarm clock disturbed the still morning air of a dark, cluttered bedroom. A thick arm emerged from under crumpled covers to swat at the damned thing, knocking it from its bedside stand and hitting the floor with a silencing thud. The occupant of the bed, satisfied by the alarm going quiet, retracted their arm under the blanket once more to drift back into blissful sleep.
Beep...beep...beep… Oh for fuck’s sake.
The figure groaned and sat up in bed, yawning grumpily and shifting her weight, brought a meaty foot down on the accursed alarm clock, ending its annoying digital life with a stomp and a crunch. Liara “Li” Brayne groaned and got out of the bed properly, stretching and popping her back and opening the window curtains, letting light enter her grotto. The brown and white furred. lupeo lass sported a particularly rotund physique; thick, broad thighs supported a hefty posterior and bowling ball sized paunch, sangging enough to droop over her belt with the white furred flesh being dug into by the cold steel of the wolf skull belt buckle whenever she was wearing pants. Breasts the size of honeydew melons stretched a white tank top without mercy, no bra under it to support them gave the fat filled orbs a definite droop of corpulence. Her day job was being the lead singer in metal band They Who Fight Monsters, and she also moonlighted as both a wannabe adventurer and vigilante too. Her extra chin jiggled as she scanned the room, taking in its untidy glory.
The girl’s room was a good window into her mindset: Messy, uncoordinated and sloppy, with the remains of junkfood wrappers and empty burger bags lining the dull green carpet like a minefield, complemented by the stains of soda and spirits, and their bottles. Even moving a few inches caused her paw to crinkle a Big Phat Burger bag underfoot and cause an empty bottle of old Tennessee Gold to roll away noisily. Not that she cared of course, she was proud of her atrocious habitat cleanliness.
A rumble in the pit of her doughy stomach alerted Li to the most pressing matter of the morning, getting breakfast. Not having to go out anywhere yet meant she could saunder downstairs in naught but her tank top that allowed that pillowy gut to expose itself to the world and a pair of long suffering black panties in danger of being swallowed between her thighs and by her prodigious rump. Her kitchen was also quite the sight, with a few things laying on the countertops that really should be thrown out, but that could be dealt with later, right now, she needed her morning noms.
Opening the fridge, Li browsed the contents before settling on the breakfast choice of unmotivated slobs everywhere: Cold pizza. A slice of pepperoni slathered in gooey cheese disappeared down the girl’s gullet as she also pulled a cold beer from in there as well, chugging it and walking to her living room, flopping down onto the couch like a furry weight and flicking on the TV, perhaps something interesting had happened for once?
“-And in recent news; local authorities are baffled by a recent spate of crimes being thwarted seemingly omnipotently by an unknown person or persons. All that is known is they seem to leave a calling card at each scene: A letter H within the circle used for the well known symbol of anarchy and the name “Hacktivist”. More on this so called vigilante as it develops-” The news reporter on screen announced.
Flicking over to another news channel, another report was read out, this one less praising for this mysterious individual.
“-Yet another outlet for fast food mega franchises Sizzler Chicken and El Taco Supreme has been hit with severe vandalism recently. Sources and witnesses say that the stocks of the restaurants seemingly disappeared without warning over night and electronic systems inside were also reported to have been burnt out, with money stored in registers also missing.
The only leads on these crimes against consumerism point to the work of self proclaimed ‘champion of the market’ and ‘crusader against overpriced fast food’, the Hacktivist, also known for allegedly stopping various criminal activity over the summer as well. More on the story soon.-”
“What a crock of shite!” Li rolled her eyes, turning the TV off.
Biased news as its best. Li was a fan of Sizzler and El Taco Supreme, though she did know of their...less than stellar rumors regarding food prep hygiene and employee welfare, as well as unscrupulous business practices and dealings, but hey, food is food is food as far as she was concerned.
‘Hacktivist’? What kind of hipster crap was this? Li blinked, she’d heard of some oddly, and even dumbly named crime fighters out there, but Hacktivist sounded cheesier than the mozzarella pizza she had last night. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of more pizza, making her chuckle. She looked at the clock on the wall, 9:00, and it was Saturday too, no gigs or excursions into the unknown planned for Li, so she was free to spend the day however she wanted. Which at first was going to be marching right back upstairs and going back to bed but she felt too awake now, so she planned a little shopping trip into town for some cheap music CDs or something. Yeah, and some second breakfast too! Slipping on a black tube top and blue jorts, as well as spiked black bracelets and her wolf skull pendant, the lupeo left the house in a good mood.
It was only a short walk to the bus stop, a grimy little stand of glass and plastic that offered a bare minimum of shelter from the elements and an out of date bus time table, but it was no respite from the sweltering heat of a July day, as Li found herself almost letting out canine whines of discomfort as her clothing already suffered the dampening of sweat. Tugging her jorts a little, and unintentionally allowing a cool breeze to blow over a flash of brown buttcheek, she sighed in relief as a bus rolled into view, and it was on the route into the main shopping centre of the city and all. The bus was packed and smelt quite rank, but it sure as hell beat walking in that heat wave, so Li sucked it up and found a window seat as the petrol guzzling juggernaut sputtered off along its route into the heart of Li’s resident city, Sulford.
The city centre was a hive of activity, with pedestrians crowding the sidewalks to the point of there being barely any elbow room, and cars choking the roads moving at the speed of slugs. The bus pulled up at the relevant stop for Li so she got off and began the fairly hectic but thankfully short walk to the indoor shopping centre, Sulford Central Mall, that housed the local multimedia store, Digishack, and a number of her favourite eateries to boot. Grinning, she entered the media store, her ears twitching as the piped in 80s rock music wafted around the aisles like a siren’s song or pacifying melody for the middle aged parents whose kids wanted the latest rap or drum and bass and so had dragged them inside.
Li’s large size, at 6’5 and approximately 350lbs, meant that navigating the rows of DVDs and CDs was tough, but she managed it quite well, even as her butt brushed some things off of the shelves and her swishing tail nearly blinded a whining 13 year old who was arguing with a friend over which CoD was better. Zeroing in on some choice metal, a little Iron Maiden here, some Black Sabbath there, and even some Nightwish and Metallica. Aside from Nightwish, Li had a taste for the old classics. Not to leave with just some ear candy, she also set her eyes on a few DVDs, and actual candy, too. Quite a bit of candy, more than enough to send an 8 year old on a bender.
Placing her haul down on the counter, Li wagged her tail as the clerk scanned everything through, and after paying, she happily wandered around the mall aimlessly, searching for something to occupy her time. And now that she wasn’t focused on too much, she could take in her surroundings in greater detail: The mall was a large place, nestled under a glass skylight that was tinted to shield the shoppers from the worse of the bright summer sun, bleached white tiles underfoot and digital signs above pointing the the various stores.
Everything from local no name pound stores to well known national or international franchises operated here, competing endlessly for customer loyalty with their innumerable brand identities. A Hot Topic nestled itself on the second floor like a vampire in the shadows, looming down over the other stores while its staff dealt with the usual clientele of moody teenagers and the odd adults who fancied themselves to be dark. A Burger King sat proud on the corner of the mall street Li was on, its enticing aromas reaching her nostrils as she looked around, also spotting smaller delis and cheap, bulk purchase goods stores.
Another few stores caught Li’s eye; the smell of deep fried fatness encroached down the mall street towards her from the left, and peering down into the side shops she saw an outlet sporting a red white and blue colour scheme, a logo of a single star with the letters LFG beneath it, and to the right of it, “Lonestar Fried Goods”. The American born fried foods giant had arrived in Sulford? That was new. And further down that alley was one more surprise, the red white and green colours of Japanese retail and eatery giant Meiyumi Mart. The store was loaded with Asian foods, of their own brands and those of their subsidiaries, from Sushi-2-Go to Wok Fu prepacked foods. It was fairly odd to see it hanging in the back like that but, it seemed to draw in a lot of customers.
Scoffing down the candy like a greedy child, her gut grumbled for more, and having nothing better to do, Li set about her other favorite past time: Mindless self indulgence of the food based kind. Spoilt for choice, Li opted for the nearest place to her, and it happened to be a personal fave too: Phat Mac’s, a burger chain that was beginning to rival the larger Burger King for local preference in burger based unhealthiness. Ah, the delicious, artery clogging taste of grease filled beef products, it does a body good, well, the waistline anyway.
Li sat her large butt down inside the Phat Mac restaurant and gleefully ordered practically half the entire menu, from the small, Little Moo kids’ burgers to the enormous, infamous Gut Wrecker 4 patty burger. Patrons regarded her in silent anticipation as Li began her feast, cramming down as much greasy, fatty burgers and fries as she could, slurping up a cola or two to help wash it down. It wasn’t long before her already bowling ball sized paunch began to swell out as it filled with the results of her glutting, creeping over more of her lap and starting to bite into the plastic table with each passing gulp. A riotous belch signalled the cessation of her second breakfast as Li sighed contentedly and patting her ballooned, beachball sized belly affectionately, causing it to bounce and slosh slightly. Glancing skywards as she reclined in her seat, Li noticed the security camera was focusing on her for some reason. Did the guards like a show?
“Tha’ hit th’ spot…” she giggled, paying for her meal and waddling out of the restaurant at a leisurely pace.
Her enlarged midsection didn’t draw too much attention to her, as many who passed the bloated anthro assumed she was merely pregnant and not afraid to show it, leaving her to shuffle along in peace. Li’s ears drooped when she saw that the exits to the mall were completely packed in with no chance of squeezing through for some time, meaning that unless she spent possibly over 10 minutes waiting for shoppers to clear out, or she could find an alternative exit. Not fond of waiting, Li chose option B, and proceeded to slowly walk back the way she came in search of some side door she could ‘accidentally’ walk out of and slink back to the main outdoor streets innocently.
As luck would have it, a fire door in a little unattended staff corridor was slightly ajar, the alarm connected to it no doubt was broken and in need of repair, the perfect chance to get out of consumerist hell and back into the fresh, city air, filled with pollutants and smog. Whistling nonchalantly, Li approached the door and very slowly opened it more than it was, creeping out of the mall and into a sheltered little alleyway that housed a few truck trailers bearing the names of the stores inside the centre. Smirking to herself, Li casually waddled down the alley, confident that the way back to the high street was right around the corner.
“Give me your wallet!” Hissed the rather disheveled looking, knife wielding jerboa anthro that was right around said corner, actually.
Li reeled back, more from the absolute stench of the jerboa’s breath, reeking of cheap alcohol and lack of dental hygiene. The rodent was clad in ragged clothing that seemed like it had never been washed, or at least not in this decade anyway, and it was clear that this mugger was a homeless drunk. While Li would usually feel sad for the plight of the destitute and homeless that society forced into such a horrible state, that sympathy quickly evaporated when the poor unfortunate souls brandished a weapon in her face.
“Whoa laddie, easy now…” she grumbled. She could easily take him if she could catch him off guard, but getting him to become distracted, how could she do that?
Grrrrblblblblrrrrrgle…
Ah, that’s how.
The mugger rodent had pushed himself against Li to try and pin her, kind of amusing when she was towering over him by almost two whole feet, so his body was putting pressure on her bloated abdomen enough that it was provoking gas. The poor mugger had little time to react when Li’s cheeks swelled and she unleashed strong burp right into his face, sending the little hooligan into a retching, coughing fit.
She could have merely bolted away for dear life had she wanted to, but Li chose not to. Instead, Li took another look at the bum and her stomach growled again. She was still hungry, and this guy needed to be off the streets if he was mugging anyone who blundered into his hiding spot. Smacking her lips together and grabbing the rodent tight, she hoisted him into the air and opened wide, the jerboa could only let out small squeak preemptively cut short as his body disappeared down her gullet, snaking down into her already round belly and making it bulge out even more, Li letting out a high pitched “erp” when he went down.
Now looking like she’d swallowed a sheep or two, Li could move at only a snail’s pace down the alleyway, stomach releasing muffled sloshes as the odd rippling protuberance jostled it from within, no doubt her captive not taking too kindly to his prison.
“Urf...Ah really need tae get home now…” she grunted out loud, desperate to get back to her abode to put her aching feet on the table, being ‘pregnant’ was murder on the feet after all.
Reaching the end of the alley, Li found herself in another side street of shuttered down shops and old apartments, and walked along it while keeping an eye out for any other wannabe muggers. To her relief, none tried to jump her. But she did hear something strange coming from nearby, by the side of the Sulford Central Bank that was closed for the weekend while it was being fumigated. Of course the ATMs still worked, but the place was a bug spray filled empty space. And it sounded like someone was there who really, really shouldn’t have been.
Pressing her back against the wooden fence that served as the perimeter of the bank, Li crept to the corner and leaned out, getting a look at what was going on, while doing her best to keep her tumultuous tummy as quiet as possible. A small group of furs, about 5 or so, were all standing by the ATM machines. This wouldn’t have been that unusual if they were just lining up to use it, but these guys were standing in an irregular formation around the automated cash machines and were wearing what looked like trenchcoats, caps, and sunglasses. What were they, cyberpunk roleplayers?
“Do it.” One of them, a male weasel, ordered.
Another of the group, a male fox, nodded, and produced a slim black smart phone from his trenchcoat pocket and held it close to the ATM. At first nothing happened, but then there was an awful sound like someone had set off 50 dial up modems at once, and the machine suddenly began to practically vomit bank notes at an alarming rate. Li’s eyes went wide as they did this to all the machines, a portly looking female mink member of the group chuckled as she munched on a chocolate bar, and she just had to look in Li’s direction and spot her gawking face.
“HEY!” she yelled, alerting the others.
“Shite.” Li mumbled to herself.
While Li usually was more than happy to take on a large group on her own, today she was rather against that notion, mainly because the quintet of thugs had drawn guns and pointed them at her, and she was also weighed down by the squirming lump in her enormous belly, hindering any chances of a fair fight. But as the hoodlums approached her, she balled her fists and leaned back a little and expected a short tussle. They came at her with shock bats, crackling with electricity and swinging for her oversized gut, which took the spasm inducing blows well enough to keep Li on her feet long enough to slug for one of them, cracking the nose of a wolf and sending him sprawling to the ground with a gush of blood.
His companions saw that the shock bats weren’t as effective as they’d hoped, so they drew handguns and trained them on the large lass, who admitted defeat and raised her paws, a despondent belch from her stomach’s activities escaping her lips.
“Wait, I know this one. Its that Brayne chick who has the band, she’s pretty famous!” one of the group chimed, seemingly hesitant to further aim a gun at her. “She was the one we saw on the cameras eating at Phat Mac’s and removing that bum!”
“I don’t care if she’s in a band or the queen of Sheba, we can’t let her witness this!” the weasel barked, he seemed to be the leader, with a voice like someone was trying a god awful Christian Bale Batman impression with how guttural it was. It had to be put on, if that was his real voice, the dude needed a throat cancer screening stat.
“Ah obviously ain’t gonnae tell anybody laddie,” Li said, in her best suck up voice, “ye seem tae be an...interesting lot with that get up, what cyberpunk video game do you LARP?” she ended with a snicker.
“Guys come on, we saw what she’s capable of, the boss might be interested in her...abilities.” the mink remarked, poking Li’s stomach and causing it to ripple.
“Could what?” Li asked, a little perturbed.
“Hm, you could be right. Get the van. I think our boss might like a word with Mrs. Brayne.” the fox growled, shoving Li forwards.
“Boss? What kooky arse extremist group do ye buncha loonies work for?” Li yelped as the jolt of being shoved, combined with the weight of her stomach, nearly made her topple over.
The vulpine leader adjusted his sunglasses and took on a more condescending tone. “You know him as the Hacktivist, Brayne. My companion here thinks you might be...of interest to him. So guess what, you get to meet a ‘kooky arse extremist’ in the flesh.”
“Ooh fuck, ye work for that guy!?” Li gasped, a little surprised. “What’s someone with a beef, heh, pun, against the big fast food giants gottae do with robbing ATMs?”
“All will be revealed in time, just get into the damned van.” he snapped back, as a white van with tinted windows pulled into the street and Li was unceremoniously shoved into the back of it before they sped off.
It felt like an hour before they stopped, pulling up far away from the busy city centre, in the more desolate urban wasteland that was the old Eastern Sulford suburban developments. They had been constructed with the pretense of cheap and affordable homes for the city’s growing population, but a mixture of gang violence, incompetent police and money ‘going missing’ when it was supposed to be used on the construction costs left it a skeletal expanse of unfinished, rundown two story detached houses now harbouring street gangs, crackdens, brothels and other illegal operations. If this was where the Hacktivist had set up his lair, then it was a good bet that he had ties to the criminal elements of the city, no doubt staging his so called crime busting to curry public favor. Heh, for a cheeseball he or she was pretty clever.
Li craned her neck as she was released from the van, it seemed the would be terrorist’s home base was an abandoned warehouse, windows boarded up and and an electronic lock in place over the tinted double doors. Her coat clad escorts marched to the entrance and keyed in a long and overly complicated code sequence before the doors clicked and swung open on their own, gaining entry into the shady little world of the cyber activists.
“Whoa, impressive.” Li whistled as she beheld the guts of the hideout.
The warehouse was filled with computer tech, servers and wires clustered and clumped all around the interior of the building and giving off an electrical hum that felt like the place could explode at any given second. The metal staircase led to the second floor that was even more cramped than the ground one, and at the end of a narrow hallway was a door flanked by two more guards, a chubby looking cat girl and a taller, stone faced koala dude. They nodded to the group taking Li along and opened the door, sending the lupeo into the very heart of the Hacktivist’s home.
“What is it? I’m busy you fools!” a voice complained from behind a computer moniter filled desk. It sounded way more...pathetic than Li had imagined. Nerdy even.
“Got a new one for you boss, Liara Brayne, she seemed...good with food.” the fox nodded, nudging Li forward. “We saw her on the camera feeds at the mall, wolfed down a hell of a lot and then ate a mugger, she could be useful.”
“Ok, now ye’re just creeping me out laddie, what are ye talking about?” Li demanded, struggling against the hard grip of the red furred anthro’s gloved hand on her arm.
“Release her, Michael. Let me chat with our guest.” the voice said, as a figure got up out of the computer chair to face them.
The Hacktivist, as Li assumed he was, was a short and rather skinny looking mongoose male wearing a similar outfit to his goons. He looked no older than 17 or 18 and had an air of haughty, pompous arrogance to him. Li’s sensitive nose twitched in mild disgust as she detected the scent of someone whose diet consisted of mountain dew and cheetos, and didn’t bother to wash off the staleness. He looked up at Li and smirked a little, revealing pointy teeth, then down at her stomach, which had taken on a more sagging shape as its occupant had been reduced to a sloshing soup, no doubt back in his little cubbyhole by now sleeping off one hell of a headache that such an experience brought.
“My my, you are indeed quite the specimen, Mrs. Brayne.” he chortled, putting his small paws on her stomach and squishing it, enjoying the doughiness of the white fluffed flab.
“Oi, hands off the merchandise laddie.” Li barked and moved back, gut jiggling from the sudden movement.
“Oh come now, I was merely admiring such a figure, its not often I get to see someone with such an appetite up close!” he snorted, eying her up and down.
Li’s stomach had also increased in size as well as softness, hanging over her crotch enough to conceal her fly drooping to her thighs even, with love handles rolling over each other and a considerable bit of back fat to boot, and it wasn’t the only thing that had changed either. Her breasts were now stretching her tube top enough to cause visible wrinkling of the fabric, the precursor to tearing, and were spilling both over and under it, like dough rising in an oven. Her posterior had swelled considerably, cheeks poking over the jorts and revealing the onset of dimpling, no doubt that Michael the fox mook was enjoying the view as the sways of her tail, also plumped up, causing her rump to jiggle. Arms and legs were meatier and had a protective layer of fat, thighs now so enlarged that they touched, fingers that had grown chubby and the double chin that hung proudly below her face was developing an extra cushiony layer of blubber, a third chin. Her facial cheeks also seemed to be rounder, dimpling as her mouth opened and closed.
“Ah can see that, but what do ye even want me for? Am Ah just here fer eye candy or did yer goons drag me tae this dump for something potentially illegal that Ah can’t refuse?” Li questioned, pulling a chair up for herself and parking her butt in it, her backside squished up against the leather upholstery and her voluminous tummy spilled over her lap and pressed against the Hacktivist’s desk, a mass of flab threatening to knock his monitors over.
“Well...I’m sure you’re aware of all the new fast food chains popping up in your quaint little town, are you not?” the Hacktivist asked, after taking a second to compose himself thanks to the eyeful of Li’s gut now on his desk.
“Aye, what of ‘em?”
“Well, one of them, LFG, Lonestar Fried Goods? I dug up some juicy files on them and hoo boy are they playing it dirty. Also, snack?” he offered Li a packet of cheetos, which she snatched up.
“Dirty? Isn’t that, normal fer big businesses?” the girl snarked, munching away on the cheesy junk food.
“Well, yeah. But these guys went the extra mile. They’ve been working on a new additive or two that will not only completely hook the consumer onto their fried crap, but it also wreaks havoc on the metabolism; you eat it, you blimp.” he hissed, sipping a soda.
“Christ, gonna make sure their customer base is too fat and helpless to wanna eat anything else? That’s not just dirty, that’s fuckin’ genius. Evil genius.” Li paused to belch, “-Urrrp!-, So, where do I come intae the picture then, hm?”
“Oh, its quite simple but rather fun. I need you, Mrs. Brayne-”
“Call me Li, dude.” Li interrupted.
“Right, Li, I need you to sneak into the storehouse that we tagged as hiding the stock of this stuff and well...make it disappear.” The Hacktivist grinned, giving Li both a good idea of what he was planning, and also a good idea that the dude needed better dental hygiene.
“Soooo, ye want me tae sneak into a probably quite well locked up storage facility and stuff me face with uber fattening and super addictive fried shite? Fer no pay?” Li grimaced, as tempting as this was, she’d feel better with more than her clothes being padded out.
“Money is no object for me, I can wire you as much as you want, and it isn’t traceable either. And yes, its clean cash, before you ask.” the mongoose explained, typing away rapidly at the keyboard.
Li smirked and leaned forward, eliciting and protesting gurgle from her smushed stomach and licked her lips at him. “50K.” she grinned, amused at the sudden surprised expression that spread over the mongoose teen’s face.
“Greedy aren’t we? Heh, but alright. 50’000 it is Li. Before you go though...you need to suit up.” he smiled, gesturing to one of his subordinates to bring in something.
Upon closer inspection, Li saw that it was a black latex catsuit, a plus sized one seemingly made to clothe enlarged agents of espionage. It seemed her mustelid ‘friend’ wanted her to wear it, so with an indignant grunt, she took it and waddled into a back room, spending a good few minutes trying to squeeze her blubber into the confines of the suit before emerging, each lumbering footstep made it creak and groan ominously, stretched to its limits already.
“I guess I may have...underestimated your measurements.” the Hacktivist chuckled nervously.
“Can we just go?” Li whined, tugging at the catsuit as she felt her flab push against it worryingly.
With a nod, Li was escorted once again, this time out of the hideout and back towards the van, to be taken to the location of her mission, conveniently deeper in the suburban wasteland…
“You sure you’re up for it?” one of the nameless members of the Hacktivist’s little ensemble asked Li while they drove towards the target.
“Aye, got nothin’ else tae do, though Ah hope yer boss keeps his word!” He replied, having some trouble getting comfortable thanks to the tight catsuit and cramped back of the van.
“He will! Be more worried about what will happen if you meet any resistance in there, I mean look at that!” He patted Li’s latex clad gut, “What will you do?”
Li simply smirked and licked her lips. “Well, anyone tries tae stop me an’ they might be joining’ their stock.” she said with a mischievous mumble.
The mook merely nodded and the van stopped moving, parking about a street away from the LFG storehouse and doors opening slowly as Li waddled out of the back. It had gotten quite late now, as they had waited for it to go dark before making their move. As very few of the street lights in the outer suburban wasteland actually worked, it was very easy for them to sneak about undetected, even with a noisy old van and the unloading, blubbery mass that was its main passenger
Li and two of the Hacktivist’s goons crept up alongside a wall and glanced towards the main entrance to the building, spotting a lone guard iguana clad in the red white and blue uniform of his company, chatting away on an iPhone and sporting a stubby pistol in a hip holster. Just one guard? It seemed either Lonestar were very confident that nobody would dare to accost their assets out here or just skimping on security.
“Just one guy on the door, what should we do?” Li asked, straining her neck around the wall to see him.
Without speaking, the lead of her two companions raised his phone towards the electronic lock behind the doorman and clicked. With a loud beep, the door swung open and startled the poor guy. Swinging around to see who or what had opened the door he was supposed to be protecting, the reptile didn’t notice the bulky female shape approaching him, but definitely felt it when a plump, hammy fist slugged the side of his head and sent him into a crumpled, unconscious heap on the ground. Li loomed down on the KO’d corporate worker and snorted, he was just doing his job after all, so with an almighty strain, she stepped over him and allowed the Hacktivist bunch to drag him into the nearby bushes out the way.
Lumbering inside, and after squeezing her rotund form through the snug doorway, Li was slightly disappointed to note that the room was smaller than she had expected, only a few metal shelves in a temperature controlled store to keep them fresh, but the shelves were indeed packed full of fried foods, from bacon to fish to chips, it was all there. And it looked like there was at least one more storeroom after it too. Her stomach growled in eagerness as she glanced back to her comrades outside, who gave her the affirmative nod of action.
With the glee of a child in a candy store, Li began to grab containers from the shelves and tore them open to get at the sweet, deep fried goodness within, wasting no time in shoving the deliciously unhealthy morsels into her pudgy mouth with reckless, gluttonous abandon. The Hacktivist was right; the second the first crispy skins of chicken hit her tongue, Li’s senses exploded in a flurry of unprecedented ecstasy, a wave of unbridled need surged through her. She needed more. She wanted more. Any loyalty to her original missions was purely coincidental as the butterball shamelessly gulped down entire portions of greasy fried goods and single bites, splattering thick globules of greasy and drool all down her face and not even noticing it, so lost was Li now in her gluttony.
Neither did she notice the effects of the other additive she had been warned about.
Unbeknownst to the portly, semi amorphous lupeo gal, her body was already processing the heapings of calories being injected into it with each bite. Her catsuit groaned in protest as her flesh began to bulge out in small bubbles of unstable latex in its weak spots, before long there were sounds of popping and ripping as her fat began to ooze out of seams that had come undone, white and brown fat spilling forth in a bid for freedom. Her belly sloshed and churned as it grew in spurts, gaining additional mass with alarming speed until with an almighty rip it burst free of its confines, sagging down to her knees and protruding a good few feet. Her butt fared similarly; each colossal cheek stretching in its own direction until the heave caused the seat of the catsuit to give way and unleash a couch sized, dimpled mass of buttfat that touched the floor, even her tail was thickening up and getting progressively harder to wag and sway.
Her breasts, already melon sized masses before this glut, swelled up like pumpkins, and then beyond, until they too were in the cool, chilled air of the storage facility. Her thighs, and legs in generally really, became roll covered tree trunks as they burst free, arms also becoming thick slabs of rolly fat that ended in plump hands and sausage fingers. Her face had become engulfed in cheeks like footballs and a growing number of extra chins and neck rolls, but despite her growth rendering her naked, Li didn’t care, she didn’t even notice.
“More.” she grunted, licking her lips. “MORE.”
The door to the next room was locked, and the only other option was to ram right through it. Not even thinking it over, Li waddled like a blubbery wrecking ball and slammed her weight into the door with enough force to shatter it, but not without getting her fat dollop of a body firmly wedged into the frame. When she realised she was no longer moving, clarity returned to her, and she was able to asses what had transpired minutes earlier.
“...Well shite, Hacktivist wasn’t kidding when he said this stuff is addictive an’ fattening as hell.” she rumbled, her voice becoming deeper and more bass as her body grow.
A gurgle from her bottomless belly stopped her train of thought and returned her to the quest of getting to the next lot of food, her job was to eat it all, after all. Heaving and wriggling, and with a loud crash, her flabalanche of a body burst right through it, taking a huge chunk of the surrounding walls with her and stumbling into the larger storage room that housed the bulk of the product, her real target.
Li drooled and looked around. Surely she’d be here all night clearing this out, but, she didn’t mind one bit.
The Hacktivist reclined in his chair as he awaited the call from his men on a job well done, sipping a coffee and playing browser games. It had been a few hours since his newest ‘recruit’ had been given her mission in his campaign of dismantling corporate grips over the free market of the world, and also appeasing his not so secret fat fetish, so what were they doing?
Be-beep! Be-beep! His phone buzzed, and the mongoose checked his messages, a smile creeping over his lips as he read it.
“H. Job done. Li got it all, girl has some skill here, could be contracted again. Slight problem though, how do we move her? She kind of, is, the storage place now. M.”
Oh how delightful that sounded! He quickly replied back to his right hand man.
“How big!?”
A few minutes later, he got the short reply,
“Jack the cameras in there and see for yourself.”
Doing just that, the Hacktivist was able to bring up the live security feed from the internal cameras, it was pretty easy considering they had a backdoor so wide you could fit a literal trojan horse through it. And when they came up, he nearly jumped out of his chair in shock and joy at the sight that beheld before him.
Li was quite literally taking up the entire storage room. Her body had grown so corpulent, so blubbery, that it had become more like a pool of furry fat that flowed to the corners of the building as she sat in a blissful food coma, no doubt snoring loudly. Her ass took up the entirety of the walls behind her, two vast masses of fat which were covered in dimples and rolls and squished right up against any surfaces in their way. Her belly did the same for the front of her body, the lower part of it was actually digging into the camera almost, and her breasts were sagging additions to that ocean of white gut fat, barely distinguishable from it at all. Her legs had long since disappeared, lost to the fat, and her arms had all but been sucked into her flabby shoulders, flailing little hands encircled by sleeves of blubber. Her head was sinking into a crater of neck flesh with only the upper portion of her skull showing, her eyes closed in the aforementioned bliss, her muzzle sinking into her own chins with the nose poking above it, and cheeks overflowing either side. Her entire front was congealed with grease from her feast, and she most likely smelt like the back of a frat boys fridge, but, the job was done.
The Hacktivist felt his cheeks flush as he saw this, and wired the funds to Li’s bank account, as well as discreetly taking screen shots from the camera od every angle of this beautiful blob he could.
When Lone Star Fried Gods found out, once Li had somehow been moved, it was going to be sweet.
And to Li, she could get used to this adipose addled anarchist shtick.
WARNING: Contains immense fattiness and social commentary, kinda.
Well, here we have the fattest Li has ever gotten, and the introduction of more colourful characters :P Veeerrry proud of this one, so do enjoy my handiwork >w>
Beep...beep...beep…
The shrill sounds of a digital alarm clock disturbed the still morning air of a dark, cluttered bedroom. A thick arm emerged from under crumpled covers to swat at the damned thing, knocking it from its bedside stand and hitting the floor with a silencing thud. The occupant of the bed, satisfied by the alarm going quiet, retracted their arm under the blanket once more to drift back into blissful sleep.
Beep...beep...beep… Oh for fuck’s sake.
The figure groaned and sat up in bed, yawning grumpily and shifting her weight, brought a meaty foot down on the accursed alarm clock, ending its annoying digital life with a stomp and a crunch. Liara “Li” Brayne groaned and got out of the bed properly, stretching and popping her back and opening the window curtains, letting light enter her grotto. The brown and white furred. lupeo lass sported a particularly rotund physique; thick, broad thighs supported a hefty posterior and bowling ball sized paunch, sangging enough to droop over her belt with the white furred flesh being dug into by the cold steel of the wolf skull belt buckle whenever she was wearing pants. Breasts the size of honeydew melons stretched a white tank top without mercy, no bra under it to support them gave the fat filled orbs a definite droop of corpulence. Her day job was being the lead singer in metal band They Who Fight Monsters, and she also moonlighted as both a wannabe adventurer and vigilante too. Her extra chin jiggled as she scanned the room, taking in its untidy glory.
The girl’s room was a good window into her mindset: Messy, uncoordinated and sloppy, with the remains of junkfood wrappers and empty burger bags lining the dull green carpet like a minefield, complemented by the stains of soda and spirits, and their bottles. Even moving a few inches caused her paw to crinkle a Big Phat Burger bag underfoot and cause an empty bottle of old Tennessee Gold to roll away noisily. Not that she cared of course, she was proud of her atrocious habitat cleanliness.
A rumble in the pit of her doughy stomach alerted Li to the most pressing matter of the morning, getting breakfast. Not having to go out anywhere yet meant she could saunder downstairs in naught but her tank top that allowed that pillowy gut to expose itself to the world and a pair of long suffering black panties in danger of being swallowed between her thighs and by her prodigious rump. Her kitchen was also quite the sight, with a few things laying on the countertops that really should be thrown out, but that could be dealt with later, right now, she needed her morning noms.
Opening the fridge, Li browsed the contents before settling on the breakfast choice of unmotivated slobs everywhere: Cold pizza. A slice of pepperoni slathered in gooey cheese disappeared down the girl’s gullet as she also pulled a cold beer from in there as well, chugging it and walking to her living room, flopping down onto the couch like a furry weight and flicking on the TV, perhaps something interesting had happened for once?
“-And in recent news; local authorities are baffled by a recent spate of crimes being thwarted seemingly omnipotently by an unknown person or persons. All that is known is they seem to leave a calling card at each scene: A letter H within the circle used for the well known symbol of anarchy and the name “Hacktivist”. More on this so called vigilante as it develops-” The news reporter on screen announced.
Flicking over to another news channel, another report was read out, this one less praising for this mysterious individual.
“-Yet another outlet for fast food mega franchises Sizzler Chicken and El Taco Supreme has been hit with severe vandalism recently. Sources and witnesses say that the stocks of the restaurants seemingly disappeared without warning over night and electronic systems inside were also reported to have been burnt out, with money stored in registers also missing.
The only leads on these crimes against consumerism point to the work of self proclaimed ‘champion of the market’ and ‘crusader against overpriced fast food’, the Hacktivist, also known for allegedly stopping various criminal activity over the summer as well. More on the story soon.-”
“What a crock of shite!” Li rolled her eyes, turning the TV off.
Biased news as its best. Li was a fan of Sizzler and El Taco Supreme, though she did know of their...less than stellar rumors regarding food prep hygiene and employee welfare, as well as unscrupulous business practices and dealings, but hey, food is food is food as far as she was concerned.
‘Hacktivist’? What kind of hipster crap was this? Li blinked, she’d heard of some oddly, and even dumbly named crime fighters out there, but Hacktivist sounded cheesier than the mozzarella pizza she had last night. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of more pizza, making her chuckle. She looked at the clock on the wall, 9:00, and it was Saturday too, no gigs or excursions into the unknown planned for Li, so she was free to spend the day however she wanted. Which at first was going to be marching right back upstairs and going back to bed but she felt too awake now, so she planned a little shopping trip into town for some cheap music CDs or something. Yeah, and some second breakfast too! Slipping on a black tube top and blue jorts, as well as spiked black bracelets and her wolf skull pendant, the lupeo left the house in a good mood.
It was only a short walk to the bus stop, a grimy little stand of glass and plastic that offered a bare minimum of shelter from the elements and an out of date bus time table, but it was no respite from the sweltering heat of a July day, as Li found herself almost letting out canine whines of discomfort as her clothing already suffered the dampening of sweat. Tugging her jorts a little, and unintentionally allowing a cool breeze to blow over a flash of brown buttcheek, she sighed in relief as a bus rolled into view, and it was on the route into the main shopping centre of the city and all. The bus was packed and smelt quite rank, but it sure as hell beat walking in that heat wave, so Li sucked it up and found a window seat as the petrol guzzling juggernaut sputtered off along its route into the heart of Li’s resident city, Sulford.
The city centre was a hive of activity, with pedestrians crowding the sidewalks to the point of there being barely any elbow room, and cars choking the roads moving at the speed of slugs. The bus pulled up at the relevant stop for Li so she got off and began the fairly hectic but thankfully short walk to the indoor shopping centre, Sulford Central Mall, that housed the local multimedia store, Digishack, and a number of her favourite eateries to boot. Grinning, she entered the media store, her ears twitching as the piped in 80s rock music wafted around the aisles like a siren’s song or pacifying melody for the middle aged parents whose kids wanted the latest rap or drum and bass and so had dragged them inside.
Li’s large size, at 6’5 and approximately 350lbs, meant that navigating the rows of DVDs and CDs was tough, but she managed it quite well, even as her butt brushed some things off of the shelves and her swishing tail nearly blinded a whining 13 year old who was arguing with a friend over which CoD was better. Zeroing in on some choice metal, a little Iron Maiden here, some Black Sabbath there, and even some Nightwish and Metallica. Aside from Nightwish, Li had a taste for the old classics. Not to leave with just some ear candy, she also set her eyes on a few DVDs, and actual candy, too. Quite a bit of candy, more than enough to send an 8 year old on a bender.
Placing her haul down on the counter, Li wagged her tail as the clerk scanned everything through, and after paying, she happily wandered around the mall aimlessly, searching for something to occupy her time. And now that she wasn’t focused on too much, she could take in her surroundings in greater detail: The mall was a large place, nestled under a glass skylight that was tinted to shield the shoppers from the worse of the bright summer sun, bleached white tiles underfoot and digital signs above pointing the the various stores.
Everything from local no name pound stores to well known national or international franchises operated here, competing endlessly for customer loyalty with their innumerable brand identities. A Hot Topic nestled itself on the second floor like a vampire in the shadows, looming down over the other stores while its staff dealt with the usual clientele of moody teenagers and the odd adults who fancied themselves to be dark. A Burger King sat proud on the corner of the mall street Li was on, its enticing aromas reaching her nostrils as she looked around, also spotting smaller delis and cheap, bulk purchase goods stores.
Another few stores caught Li’s eye; the smell of deep fried fatness encroached down the mall street towards her from the left, and peering down into the side shops she saw an outlet sporting a red white and blue colour scheme, a logo of a single star with the letters LFG beneath it, and to the right of it, “Lonestar Fried Goods”. The American born fried foods giant had arrived in Sulford? That was new. And further down that alley was one more surprise, the red white and green colours of Japanese retail and eatery giant Meiyumi Mart. The store was loaded with Asian foods, of their own brands and those of their subsidiaries, from Sushi-2-Go to Wok Fu prepacked foods. It was fairly odd to see it hanging in the back like that but, it seemed to draw in a lot of customers.
Scoffing down the candy like a greedy child, her gut grumbled for more, and having nothing better to do, Li set about her other favorite past time: Mindless self indulgence of the food based kind. Spoilt for choice, Li opted for the nearest place to her, and it happened to be a personal fave too: Phat Mac’s, a burger chain that was beginning to rival the larger Burger King for local preference in burger based unhealthiness. Ah, the delicious, artery clogging taste of grease filled beef products, it does a body good, well, the waistline anyway.
Li sat her large butt down inside the Phat Mac restaurant and gleefully ordered practically half the entire menu, from the small, Little Moo kids’ burgers to the enormous, infamous Gut Wrecker 4 patty burger. Patrons regarded her in silent anticipation as Li began her feast, cramming down as much greasy, fatty burgers and fries as she could, slurping up a cola or two to help wash it down. It wasn’t long before her already bowling ball sized paunch began to swell out as it filled with the results of her glutting, creeping over more of her lap and starting to bite into the plastic table with each passing gulp. A riotous belch signalled the cessation of her second breakfast as Li sighed contentedly and patting her ballooned, beachball sized belly affectionately, causing it to bounce and slosh slightly. Glancing skywards as she reclined in her seat, Li noticed the security camera was focusing on her for some reason. Did the guards like a show?
“Tha’ hit th’ spot…” she giggled, paying for her meal and waddling out of the restaurant at a leisurely pace.
Her enlarged midsection didn’t draw too much attention to her, as many who passed the bloated anthro assumed she was merely pregnant and not afraid to show it, leaving her to shuffle along in peace. Li’s ears drooped when she saw that the exits to the mall were completely packed in with no chance of squeezing through for some time, meaning that unless she spent possibly over 10 minutes waiting for shoppers to clear out, or she could find an alternative exit. Not fond of waiting, Li chose option B, and proceeded to slowly walk back the way she came in search of some side door she could ‘accidentally’ walk out of and slink back to the main outdoor streets innocently.
As luck would have it, a fire door in a little unattended staff corridor was slightly ajar, the alarm connected to it no doubt was broken and in need of repair, the perfect chance to get out of consumerist hell and back into the fresh, city air, filled with pollutants and smog. Whistling nonchalantly, Li approached the door and very slowly opened it more than it was, creeping out of the mall and into a sheltered little alleyway that housed a few truck trailers bearing the names of the stores inside the centre. Smirking to herself, Li casually waddled down the alley, confident that the way back to the high street was right around the corner.
“Give me your wallet!” Hissed the rather disheveled looking, knife wielding jerboa anthro that was right around said corner, actually.
Li reeled back, more from the absolute stench of the jerboa’s breath, reeking of cheap alcohol and lack of dental hygiene. The rodent was clad in ragged clothing that seemed like it had never been washed, or at least not in this decade anyway, and it was clear that this mugger was a homeless drunk. While Li would usually feel sad for the plight of the destitute and homeless that society forced into such a horrible state, that sympathy quickly evaporated when the poor unfortunate souls brandished a weapon in her face.
“Whoa laddie, easy now…” she grumbled. She could easily take him if she could catch him off guard, but getting him to become distracted, how could she do that?
Grrrrblblblblrrrrrgle…
Ah, that’s how.
The mugger rodent had pushed himself against Li to try and pin her, kind of amusing when she was towering over him by almost two whole feet, so his body was putting pressure on her bloated abdomen enough that it was provoking gas. The poor mugger had little time to react when Li’s cheeks swelled and she unleashed strong burp right into his face, sending the little hooligan into a retching, coughing fit.
She could have merely bolted away for dear life had she wanted to, but Li chose not to. Instead, Li took another look at the bum and her stomach growled again. She was still hungry, and this guy needed to be off the streets if he was mugging anyone who blundered into his hiding spot. Smacking her lips together and grabbing the rodent tight, she hoisted him into the air and opened wide, the jerboa could only let out small squeak preemptively cut short as his body disappeared down her gullet, snaking down into her already round belly and making it bulge out even more, Li letting out a high pitched “erp” when he went down.
Now looking like she’d swallowed a sheep or two, Li could move at only a snail’s pace down the alleyway, stomach releasing muffled sloshes as the odd rippling protuberance jostled it from within, no doubt her captive not taking too kindly to his prison.
“Urf...Ah really need tae get home now…” she grunted out loud, desperate to get back to her abode to put her aching feet on the table, being ‘pregnant’ was murder on the feet after all.
Reaching the end of the alley, Li found herself in another side street of shuttered down shops and old apartments, and walked along it while keeping an eye out for any other wannabe muggers. To her relief, none tried to jump her. But she did hear something strange coming from nearby, by the side of the Sulford Central Bank that was closed for the weekend while it was being fumigated. Of course the ATMs still worked, but the place was a bug spray filled empty space. And it sounded like someone was there who really, really shouldn’t have been.
Pressing her back against the wooden fence that served as the perimeter of the bank, Li crept to the corner and leaned out, getting a look at what was going on, while doing her best to keep her tumultuous tummy as quiet as possible. A small group of furs, about 5 or so, were all standing by the ATM machines. This wouldn’t have been that unusual if they were just lining up to use it, but these guys were standing in an irregular formation around the automated cash machines and were wearing what looked like trenchcoats, caps, and sunglasses. What were they, cyberpunk roleplayers?
“Do it.” One of them, a male weasel, ordered.
Another of the group, a male fox, nodded, and produced a slim black smart phone from his trenchcoat pocket and held it close to the ATM. At first nothing happened, but then there was an awful sound like someone had set off 50 dial up modems at once, and the machine suddenly began to practically vomit bank notes at an alarming rate. Li’s eyes went wide as they did this to all the machines, a portly looking female mink member of the group chuckled as she munched on a chocolate bar, and she just had to look in Li’s direction and spot her gawking face.
“HEY!” she yelled, alerting the others.
“Shite.” Li mumbled to herself.
While Li usually was more than happy to take on a large group on her own, today she was rather against that notion, mainly because the quintet of thugs had drawn guns and pointed them at her, and she was also weighed down by the squirming lump in her enormous belly, hindering any chances of a fair fight. But as the hoodlums approached her, she balled her fists and leaned back a little and expected a short tussle. They came at her with shock bats, crackling with electricity and swinging for her oversized gut, which took the spasm inducing blows well enough to keep Li on her feet long enough to slug for one of them, cracking the nose of a wolf and sending him sprawling to the ground with a gush of blood.
His companions saw that the shock bats weren’t as effective as they’d hoped, so they drew handguns and trained them on the large lass, who admitted defeat and raised her paws, a despondent belch from her stomach’s activities escaping her lips.
“Wait, I know this one. Its that Brayne chick who has the band, she’s pretty famous!” one of the group chimed, seemingly hesitant to further aim a gun at her. “She was the one we saw on the cameras eating at Phat Mac’s and removing that bum!”
“I don’t care if she’s in a band or the queen of Sheba, we can’t let her witness this!” the weasel barked, he seemed to be the leader, with a voice like someone was trying a god awful Christian Bale Batman impression with how guttural it was. It had to be put on, if that was his real voice, the dude needed a throat cancer screening stat.
“Ah obviously ain’t gonnae tell anybody laddie,” Li said, in her best suck up voice, “ye seem tae be an...interesting lot with that get up, what cyberpunk video game do you LARP?” she ended with a snicker.
“Guys come on, we saw what she’s capable of, the boss might be interested in her...abilities.” the mink remarked, poking Li’s stomach and causing it to ripple.
“Could what?” Li asked, a little perturbed.
“Hm, you could be right. Get the van. I think our boss might like a word with Mrs. Brayne.” the fox growled, shoving Li forwards.
“Boss? What kooky arse extremist group do ye buncha loonies work for?” Li yelped as the jolt of being shoved, combined with the weight of her stomach, nearly made her topple over.
The vulpine leader adjusted his sunglasses and took on a more condescending tone. “You know him as the Hacktivist, Brayne. My companion here thinks you might be...of interest to him. So guess what, you get to meet a ‘kooky arse extremist’ in the flesh.”
“Ooh fuck, ye work for that guy!?” Li gasped, a little surprised. “What’s someone with a beef, heh, pun, against the big fast food giants gottae do with robbing ATMs?”
“All will be revealed in time, just get into the damned van.” he snapped back, as a white van with tinted windows pulled into the street and Li was unceremoniously shoved into the back of it before they sped off.
It felt like an hour before they stopped, pulling up far away from the busy city centre, in the more desolate urban wasteland that was the old Eastern Sulford suburban developments. They had been constructed with the pretense of cheap and affordable homes for the city’s growing population, but a mixture of gang violence, incompetent police and money ‘going missing’ when it was supposed to be used on the construction costs left it a skeletal expanse of unfinished, rundown two story detached houses now harbouring street gangs, crackdens, brothels and other illegal operations. If this was where the Hacktivist had set up his lair, then it was a good bet that he had ties to the criminal elements of the city, no doubt staging his so called crime busting to curry public favor. Heh, for a cheeseball he or she was pretty clever.
Li craned her neck as she was released from the van, it seemed the would be terrorist’s home base was an abandoned warehouse, windows boarded up and and an electronic lock in place over the tinted double doors. Her coat clad escorts marched to the entrance and keyed in a long and overly complicated code sequence before the doors clicked and swung open on their own, gaining entry into the shady little world of the cyber activists.
“Whoa, impressive.” Li whistled as she beheld the guts of the hideout.
The warehouse was filled with computer tech, servers and wires clustered and clumped all around the interior of the building and giving off an electrical hum that felt like the place could explode at any given second. The metal staircase led to the second floor that was even more cramped than the ground one, and at the end of a narrow hallway was a door flanked by two more guards, a chubby looking cat girl and a taller, stone faced koala dude. They nodded to the group taking Li along and opened the door, sending the lupeo into the very heart of the Hacktivist’s home.
“What is it? I’m busy you fools!” a voice complained from behind a computer moniter filled desk. It sounded way more...pathetic than Li had imagined. Nerdy even.
“Got a new one for you boss, Liara Brayne, she seemed...good with food.” the fox nodded, nudging Li forward. “We saw her on the camera feeds at the mall, wolfed down a hell of a lot and then ate a mugger, she could be useful.”
“Ok, now ye’re just creeping me out laddie, what are ye talking about?” Li demanded, struggling against the hard grip of the red furred anthro’s gloved hand on her arm.
“Release her, Michael. Let me chat with our guest.” the voice said, as a figure got up out of the computer chair to face them.
The Hacktivist, as Li assumed he was, was a short and rather skinny looking mongoose male wearing a similar outfit to his goons. He looked no older than 17 or 18 and had an air of haughty, pompous arrogance to him. Li’s sensitive nose twitched in mild disgust as she detected the scent of someone whose diet consisted of mountain dew and cheetos, and didn’t bother to wash off the staleness. He looked up at Li and smirked a little, revealing pointy teeth, then down at her stomach, which had taken on a more sagging shape as its occupant had been reduced to a sloshing soup, no doubt back in his little cubbyhole by now sleeping off one hell of a headache that such an experience brought.
“My my, you are indeed quite the specimen, Mrs. Brayne.” he chortled, putting his small paws on her stomach and squishing it, enjoying the doughiness of the white fluffed flab.
“Oi, hands off the merchandise laddie.” Li barked and moved back, gut jiggling from the sudden movement.
“Oh come now, I was merely admiring such a figure, its not often I get to see someone with such an appetite up close!” he snorted, eying her up and down.
Li’s stomach had also increased in size as well as softness, hanging over her crotch enough to conceal her fly drooping to her thighs even, with love handles rolling over each other and a considerable bit of back fat to boot, and it wasn’t the only thing that had changed either. Her breasts were now stretching her tube top enough to cause visible wrinkling of the fabric, the precursor to tearing, and were spilling both over and under it, like dough rising in an oven. Her posterior had swelled considerably, cheeks poking over the jorts and revealing the onset of dimpling, no doubt that Michael the fox mook was enjoying the view as the sways of her tail, also plumped up, causing her rump to jiggle. Arms and legs were meatier and had a protective layer of fat, thighs now so enlarged that they touched, fingers that had grown chubby and the double chin that hung proudly below her face was developing an extra cushiony layer of blubber, a third chin. Her facial cheeks also seemed to be rounder, dimpling as her mouth opened and closed.
“Ah can see that, but what do ye even want me for? Am Ah just here fer eye candy or did yer goons drag me tae this dump for something potentially illegal that Ah can’t refuse?” Li questioned, pulling a chair up for herself and parking her butt in it, her backside squished up against the leather upholstery and her voluminous tummy spilled over her lap and pressed against the Hacktivist’s desk, a mass of flab threatening to knock his monitors over.
“Well...I’m sure you’re aware of all the new fast food chains popping up in your quaint little town, are you not?” the Hacktivist asked, after taking a second to compose himself thanks to the eyeful of Li’s gut now on his desk.
“Aye, what of ‘em?”
“Well, one of them, LFG, Lonestar Fried Goods? I dug up some juicy files on them and hoo boy are they playing it dirty. Also, snack?” he offered Li a packet of cheetos, which she snatched up.
“Dirty? Isn’t that, normal fer big businesses?” the girl snarked, munching away on the cheesy junk food.
“Well, yeah. But these guys went the extra mile. They’ve been working on a new additive or two that will not only completely hook the consumer onto their fried crap, but it also wreaks havoc on the metabolism; you eat it, you blimp.” he hissed, sipping a soda.
“Christ, gonna make sure their customer base is too fat and helpless to wanna eat anything else? That’s not just dirty, that’s fuckin’ genius. Evil genius.” Li paused to belch, “-Urrrp!-, So, where do I come intae the picture then, hm?”
“Oh, its quite simple but rather fun. I need you, Mrs. Brayne-”
“Call me Li, dude.” Li interrupted.
“Right, Li, I need you to sneak into the storehouse that we tagged as hiding the stock of this stuff and well...make it disappear.” The Hacktivist grinned, giving Li both a good idea of what he was planning, and also a good idea that the dude needed better dental hygiene.
“Soooo, ye want me tae sneak into a probably quite well locked up storage facility and stuff me face with uber fattening and super addictive fried shite? Fer no pay?” Li grimaced, as tempting as this was, she’d feel better with more than her clothes being padded out.
“Money is no object for me, I can wire you as much as you want, and it isn’t traceable either. And yes, its clean cash, before you ask.” the mongoose explained, typing away rapidly at the keyboard.
Li smirked and leaned forward, eliciting and protesting gurgle from her smushed stomach and licked her lips at him. “50K.” she grinned, amused at the sudden surprised expression that spread over the mongoose teen’s face.
“Greedy aren’t we? Heh, but alright. 50’000 it is Li. Before you go though...you need to suit up.” he smiled, gesturing to one of his subordinates to bring in something.
Upon closer inspection, Li saw that it was a black latex catsuit, a plus sized one seemingly made to clothe enlarged agents of espionage. It seemed her mustelid ‘friend’ wanted her to wear it, so with an indignant grunt, she took it and waddled into a back room, spending a good few minutes trying to squeeze her blubber into the confines of the suit before emerging, each lumbering footstep made it creak and groan ominously, stretched to its limits already.
“I guess I may have...underestimated your measurements.” the Hacktivist chuckled nervously.
“Can we just go?” Li whined, tugging at the catsuit as she felt her flab push against it worryingly.
With a nod, Li was escorted once again, this time out of the hideout and back towards the van, to be taken to the location of her mission, conveniently deeper in the suburban wasteland…
“You sure you’re up for it?” one of the nameless members of the Hacktivist’s little ensemble asked Li while they drove towards the target.
“Aye, got nothin’ else tae do, though Ah hope yer boss keeps his word!” He replied, having some trouble getting comfortable thanks to the tight catsuit and cramped back of the van.
“He will! Be more worried about what will happen if you meet any resistance in there, I mean look at that!” He patted Li’s latex clad gut, “What will you do?”
Li simply smirked and licked her lips. “Well, anyone tries tae stop me an’ they might be joining’ their stock.” she said with a mischievous mumble.
The mook merely nodded and the van stopped moving, parking about a street away from the LFG storehouse and doors opening slowly as Li waddled out of the back. It had gotten quite late now, as they had waited for it to go dark before making their move. As very few of the street lights in the outer suburban wasteland actually worked, it was very easy for them to sneak about undetected, even with a noisy old van and the unloading, blubbery mass that was its main passenger
Li and two of the Hacktivist’s goons crept up alongside a wall and glanced towards the main entrance to the building, spotting a lone guard iguana clad in the red white and blue uniform of his company, chatting away on an iPhone and sporting a stubby pistol in a hip holster. Just one guard? It seemed either Lonestar were very confident that nobody would dare to accost their assets out here or just skimping on security.
“Just one guy on the door, what should we do?” Li asked, straining her neck around the wall to see him.
Without speaking, the lead of her two companions raised his phone towards the electronic lock behind the doorman and clicked. With a loud beep, the door swung open and startled the poor guy. Swinging around to see who or what had opened the door he was supposed to be protecting, the reptile didn’t notice the bulky female shape approaching him, but definitely felt it when a plump, hammy fist slugged the side of his head and sent him into a crumpled, unconscious heap on the ground. Li loomed down on the KO’d corporate worker and snorted, he was just doing his job after all, so with an almighty strain, she stepped over him and allowed the Hacktivist bunch to drag him into the nearby bushes out the way.
Lumbering inside, and after squeezing her rotund form through the snug doorway, Li was slightly disappointed to note that the room was smaller than she had expected, only a few metal shelves in a temperature controlled store to keep them fresh, but the shelves were indeed packed full of fried foods, from bacon to fish to chips, it was all there. And it looked like there was at least one more storeroom after it too. Her stomach growled in eagerness as she glanced back to her comrades outside, who gave her the affirmative nod of action.
With the glee of a child in a candy store, Li began to grab containers from the shelves and tore them open to get at the sweet, deep fried goodness within, wasting no time in shoving the deliciously unhealthy morsels into her pudgy mouth with reckless, gluttonous abandon. The Hacktivist was right; the second the first crispy skins of chicken hit her tongue, Li’s senses exploded in a flurry of unprecedented ecstasy, a wave of unbridled need surged through her. She needed more. She wanted more. Any loyalty to her original missions was purely coincidental as the butterball shamelessly gulped down entire portions of greasy fried goods and single bites, splattering thick globules of greasy and drool all down her face and not even noticing it, so lost was Li now in her gluttony.
Neither did she notice the effects of the other additive she had been warned about.
Unbeknownst to the portly, semi amorphous lupeo gal, her body was already processing the heapings of calories being injected into it with each bite. Her catsuit groaned in protest as her flesh began to bulge out in small bubbles of unstable latex in its weak spots, before long there were sounds of popping and ripping as her fat began to ooze out of seams that had come undone, white and brown fat spilling forth in a bid for freedom. Her belly sloshed and churned as it grew in spurts, gaining additional mass with alarming speed until with an almighty rip it burst free of its confines, sagging down to her knees and protruding a good few feet. Her butt fared similarly; each colossal cheek stretching in its own direction until the heave caused the seat of the catsuit to give way and unleash a couch sized, dimpled mass of buttfat that touched the floor, even her tail was thickening up and getting progressively harder to wag and sway.
Her breasts, already melon sized masses before this glut, swelled up like pumpkins, and then beyond, until they too were in the cool, chilled air of the storage facility. Her thighs, and legs in generally really, became roll covered tree trunks as they burst free, arms also becoming thick slabs of rolly fat that ended in plump hands and sausage fingers. Her face had become engulfed in cheeks like footballs and a growing number of extra chins and neck rolls, but despite her growth rendering her naked, Li didn’t care, she didn’t even notice.
“More.” she grunted, licking her lips. “MORE.”
The door to the next room was locked, and the only other option was to ram right through it. Not even thinking it over, Li waddled like a blubbery wrecking ball and slammed her weight into the door with enough force to shatter it, but not without getting her fat dollop of a body firmly wedged into the frame. When she realised she was no longer moving, clarity returned to her, and she was able to asses what had transpired minutes earlier.
“...Well shite, Hacktivist wasn’t kidding when he said this stuff is addictive an’ fattening as hell.” she rumbled, her voice becoming deeper and more bass as her body grow.
A gurgle from her bottomless belly stopped her train of thought and returned her to the quest of getting to the next lot of food, her job was to eat it all, after all. Heaving and wriggling, and with a loud crash, her flabalanche of a body burst right through it, taking a huge chunk of the surrounding walls with her and stumbling into the larger storage room that housed the bulk of the product, her real target.
Li drooled and looked around. Surely she’d be here all night clearing this out, but, she didn’t mind one bit.
The Hacktivist reclined in his chair as he awaited the call from his men on a job well done, sipping a coffee and playing browser games. It had been a few hours since his newest ‘recruit’ had been given her mission in his campaign of dismantling corporate grips over the free market of the world, and also appeasing his not so secret fat fetish, so what were they doing?
Be-beep! Be-beep! His phone buzzed, and the mongoose checked his messages, a smile creeping over his lips as he read it.
“H. Job done. Li got it all, girl has some skill here, could be contracted again. Slight problem though, how do we move her? She kind of, is, the storage place now. M.”
Oh how delightful that sounded! He quickly replied back to his right hand man.
“How big!?”
A few minutes later, he got the short reply,
“Jack the cameras in there and see for yourself.”
Doing just that, the Hacktivist was able to bring up the live security feed from the internal cameras, it was pretty easy considering they had a backdoor so wide you could fit a literal trojan horse through it. And when they came up, he nearly jumped out of his chair in shock and joy at the sight that beheld before him.
Li was quite literally taking up the entire storage room. Her body had grown so corpulent, so blubbery, that it had become more like a pool of furry fat that flowed to the corners of the building as she sat in a blissful food coma, no doubt snoring loudly. Her ass took up the entirety of the walls behind her, two vast masses of fat which were covered in dimples and rolls and squished right up against any surfaces in their way. Her belly did the same for the front of her body, the lower part of it was actually digging into the camera almost, and her breasts were sagging additions to that ocean of white gut fat, barely distinguishable from it at all. Her legs had long since disappeared, lost to the fat, and her arms had all but been sucked into her flabby shoulders, flailing little hands encircled by sleeves of blubber. Her head was sinking into a crater of neck flesh with only the upper portion of her skull showing, her eyes closed in the aforementioned bliss, her muzzle sinking into her own chins with the nose poking above it, and cheeks overflowing either side. Her entire front was congealed with grease from her feast, and she most likely smelt like the back of a frat boys fridge, but, the job was done.
The Hacktivist felt his cheeks flush as he saw this, and wired the funds to Li’s bank account, as well as discreetly taking screen shots from the camera od every angle of this beautiful blob he could.
When Lone Star Fried Gods found out, once Li had somehow been moved, it was going to be sweet.
And to Li, she could get used to this adipose addled anarchist shtick.
Category Story / Fat Furs
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