It’s part of big fatties, I couldn’t find it exactly, but I assure you, it’s in the big fatties main topic (if I am wrong, I deeply apologize).
It’s in the WIP build. Fair warning: that version of the mod won’t work with some of the addons if you’re using them as well.
Hey everyone, still here! Sorry for the delay, just juggling some IRL stuff
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You might have a sword now, but these guards have GUNS! They’re probably more well trained than a science intern as well. you quickly raise your hands in surrender and kneel…
…Well, at least the guards weren’t TOO rough as they dragged you into the keep, the captain of the guard giving a bit of a nod as you’re pulled past. Perhaps they’re had issues with visitors in the past? Most of the various busy glitch you pass by in the keep either keep to their own business or avert their eyes as you’re moved through the stone halls, soon tossed rather unceremoniously to the floor before the Baron’s throne. You don’t know too much about nobility, but you DO know you should be bowing right now, so you get to one knee rather than fully standing up.
"Ah, so you do know some manners! How strange you chose not to use them earlier.’
“W-wait you can talk more… emotional? I thought Glitch-”
"SILENCE. You will speak when I request it. You announced yourself as an ally of that scoundrel Hiroshi before approaching the outer walls. A bold, yet foolish move. Hiroshi was caught having an affair with my fair- ONCE fair wife, Lady Cobalt! His horrid, organic food gifts have done horrible things to her! Not only has he defiled her behind my back, he has ruined her once pleasant form!
“…H-huh?”
“See for thyself! She hardly leaves the kitchen these days… guards!”
You are lifted again and moved through a wooden door close to the throne room, the guards pushing you inside and keeping watch through the small window. Inside, shiny maids cook for a bloated glitch, her blue dress tight on her form, enough that you can see the bumps of her plating, the divot of her deep navel and… even her metal nipples poking firmly against the fabric. You quickly avert your eyes from her chrome cleavage with a blush as she waves the maids away, finishing a large leg of some sort of meat before approaching, tossing the bone aside into a growing pile nearby.
“H-holy crap… how does a robot even get this fat…”
“Oh! A visitor! D-did Hiroshi send you? Oh, sweet Hiroshi…UUUURRRRP!.. He knows how to treat a lady… i-is my Hiroshi here for me? Did he…BRRURRP!..b-bring more of the lovely organic food he introduced me to? Oh, so many more…brrp…f-flavors…I…I MUST have more! More!”
The overstuffed robotic noble grabs some bonbons from a nearby half-empty bowl, tossing them into her mouth desperately as you slowly back up to the door, the guard opening it and pulling you through, putting you before Baron Goldband again…
“Well, now you see the damage you and your associate have done, yes?!”
“I uh… heard glitch aren’t supposed to have organic food but… W-wait a sec, me?! I didn’t do anything! I just MET Hiroshi and he sent me here!”
That’s when a thought crosses your mind…
“W-wait… How did he visit here before if…WAIT HE HAD A SPACESHIP ALL ALONG!!”
Your outburst, however, gets you a pretty bad smack from one of the guards across your back as you fall to your hands and knees, grumbling… was this some kind of set up?
“I know exactly what to do with her. Maybe our guest would like to stay for dinner?”
“I uh… don’t… k-know…”
“Nonsense… we’ll get you a seat.”
You are promptly brought down to a cleared dungeon cell, much to your dismay. Guards watch the door as various glitch bring in a table and a chair, which you are quickly shoved onto. A heavy weight is chained to your ankle to make sure you aren’t getting up… The guards don’t seem to listen to your questions.
Then you smell something other than mold and swamp water… something delicious. Plates of food are brought out by various glitch, one after another. Some even stick around outside your cell to watch from outside as you feel a sharp poke against your back from the guard behind your chair…
“Commanding: Eat.”
You begin to wolf down the delicious meats, desserts and roast vegetables laid out before you as your belly gurgles, already a little stretched out from your little loss of control at Hiroshi’s house. If you even slow down, though, the guard begins to threateningly poke you again, harder and harder until you begin to gorge yourself again… various glitch peasants and guards laugh as you belch loudly, feeling your uniform ride up again, showing off your growing belly… you hardly make a dent before another course is brought out.
“H-hey…I can’t keep…UURRRP!..t-this up… i’m stuffed… r-really there’s just no- OW!”
“Commanding: Eat. Now.”
“Hmmfh…O-ok ok! Aah…BURRRP! i’m eating i’m eating! N-no more jabbing me with that thing!”
And that’s when you see a most unwelcome guest in the crowd outside your door… Baron Goldband himself.
“If Hiroshi loves big women so much, we should fatten up his feathery concubine as a gift! It’s only fair! Hahaha! Just keep going, you’re going to want to stick around, everyone, wouldn’t want to miss when she pops!”
“P-POP?!”
The jabbing ceases. Two guards just begin cramming food into your mouth by hand now, forcing you to swallow as you squirm and moan, your belly groaning and gurgling deep. It pushes out like a balloon being inflated, your feathers feeling like they’re moving further apart as the groans become more threatening. You can practically feel your guts and hide stretching with every bite as your talons clench in pain… the course is done, but the guards are already hurrying to get more…m-more?!
“Aaaggh…N-no… BUUURRRAAWWWWWPPP! N-no more! NO MORE!! I’m…UURRRPP…i’m gonna pop! I’m gonna explode!!”
Once that next course gets here, you’re done for… you’re going to burst for sure! Over the loud moaning of your belly, you hear a commotion, a glitch nearly falling down the stairs as he hurries toward the group outside your cell…
“Terrified: Lady Cobalt is missing! She’s gone!”
That seems to be the only thing that gets the crowd’s attention more than your overfilled belly… in moments, everyone has fled to look for the tubby noblewoman, leaving you alone in your cell to rub your agonizingly full belly… this might be your only chance to escape, even if you can barely move… you definitely can’t handle it if they bring that last course. You’ve never needed your mysterious friends’ advice more than now… even if you feel like they’re ogling your belly for some reason, despite not being there.
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You’ll have to try one way or another. Attempt an escape!
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If you want - you can test your luck by staying here. If the Glitch Noble is truly missing, the Lord might instead task you with retrieving her in exchange for amnesty.
You’ll be able to lay there and rest until he comes to get you, instead of struggling with that too full tummy.
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You’re in no shape to leave, and you really didn’t DO anything wrong. The Lord will come to his senses and help you out.
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ok what addons would i need?
Right, so, after some experimentation with frackin universe, I have begun pumping out and converting the infinite water of an ocean world into lard and am now shipping out a constant stream on 17 units of lard per second for pocket change.
Ayone wanna write about the consequences of what I hereby dub “LardCoinMining”?
Imagine some random office drone being tasked with “disposal”, only having a slow half-broken treadmill as excercise.
Out of curiosity, how are you doing this now that Ocean planets yield Salt Water now instead of Lard?
Are you purifying the Salt Water into Regular water, then mixing the water with lard as normal?
I dont have that happen. Can you send me some info on that?
I just put a pump directly above the ocean, which pours the water out into a “lardification” tank, where I use 6 other pumps that send the lard into a shipping machine.
Maybe you’re running an older version of FU, or maybe you’re water-mining an Ocean plant that was created before they changed it a few months ago. I’ll have to check one some of the Ocean planet I visited back before they made that change (it’s a fairly new change from a few months ago). I know the Ocean planet I was on a few days ago definitely gave me Salt Water.
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I can confirm that even if you’re running a newer version of FU, any Ocean planets generated before the Salt Water change will still produce regular water.
Newer Ocean planets require you to use a centrifuge first to convert//purify the Salt Water to regular water.
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I might post an avali story on here soon but I don’t want to break up DigitalBlubber’s story at all.
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I know I have been fairly dormant when it comes to story writing on here, due to burnout on it, getting into roleplaying, “working” on the Fat Items mod, overall procrastination, lack of inspiration, yadda yadda. Point is I have not been in the best state or mindset to write these sorts of stories but I am trying to get back into it even if I do not make them as regularly as before. So without further delay, here you go.
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A sleek avalian freighter orbited around the lively forested planet below with no apparent reason for why. There was plenty of erchius fuel in the tanks to warp itself across several systems and the unused cargo bay yearned to have things stored inside for transportation, yet whoever the pilot was seemed to not be interested carrying anything. Towards the front of the narrow ship was a domed cockpit with several tangerine holograms displaying numerous diagrams and images relating to the planet below, though despite having two seats for a pilot and copilot, it seemed like only one had been used recently. In it sat a tan feathered avali staring blankly at the reflection off the cockpit glass, his eyes more focused on the vacant seat behind him than himself. His tassel earrings jingled as his twin set of ears up and he swung around to see the seat behind him. They stared at it for several seconds before realizing no one was there, making him sigh and reluctantly turn back to the vibrant console in front of him. His walnut-brown khakis fit loosely around his toned legs along with his cozy hoodie fitting comfortably on his slender frame.
An emotionless voice addressed him “Pilot Halaka, is something bothering you?”
“N-no SAIL, I-I’m ok.” Halaka shifted around in his swiveling seat before looking down at himself.
The AI spoke again “You appear to have not eaten much sin…”
“Don’t!” Halaka’s voice briefly became aggressive before drowning in sorrow “Don’t mention his name…”
“Must I remind you Jesali is in stable condition?” A hologram abruptly manifested in front of the lone avali, showing a medical diagnostic on their companion. The displayed avali seemed to have one of their pointy ears sheared off at the base with several major injuries highlighted, putting this avali in a borderline critical condition.
Halaka dismissed the medical hologram “Stable still means he’s hurt, bad.”
“They are but contrary to what you may think their injuries were not your fault.” The wall-mounted console behind him showed the symbol of a circulating dotted ring.
“I know it isn’t my fault.” Halaka displayed a holographic image of him and Jesali together. “I’m just worried about him.
The other avali’s orchid and magenta feathers sharply contrasted his tan feathers with his dark grey skin opposed by their companion’s snow-white skin. They wore little else besides a pair of outdated avalian headphones and a pair of XL shorts for their plump thighs. Jesali’s belly hardly protruded out as it seemed like most of their fat was distributed to their lower body. In the picture Jesali, still having all four of their ears, was sitting atop a damaged railgun stored in his ship’s cargo compartment. Halaka could be seen holding up two fingers in a V-shape while Jesali flexed one of their arms. Halaka sighed before deactivating the hologram and getting out of his seat.
The cockpit door slid open as he neared it, revealing a room covered in maroon tapestry. A fluffy beanbag chair was surrounded by knee-high tables stocked with fresh food with a velvety banner depicting a fattened figure was draped from the ceiling. On the other end of the room was a huge tank filled with a violet liquid that was meant to be guzzled down while wearing a VR headset to enhance the experience, though all it did was remind him of his injured friend. He passed by the small office containing a compact 3D printer and nanoloom on his way down to the cargo bay. The room he descended down was covered in bits of advanced technology with several sleek consoles ready to be interacted with. As the huge sliding door to the cargo bay opened, he saw rows upon rows of empty containers stashed neatly in precisely carved shelves. All except the gigantic container stored not far from the hatch beside it has a hologram that would normally show a list of items stored inside them. As of now all of them were empty, much like Halaka’s rumbling stomach, though his focus was on neither of them.
The door to the fuel control room was just as tall as the one to the cargo bay with the door leading to the hydroponics just as huge. Several large cisterns were filled to the brim with potent erchius fuel connected to pipes leading into the ceiling. He walked past the circular desk that had displays buzzing with the statuses of each of the tanks along with the large one stored in an inaccessible section of the ship, his mind concentrated only on the status that mattered. As he climbed up the multirowed hydroponics room, his heart sank with every footstep up the glassy staircase. Every footstep towards the designated medical room felt relucent and he even turned his head away from the sliding door as it opened. Several lockers filled with medical supplies failed to catch his attention with the human-designed medical scanner not diverting his focus either. He brushed a mundane hospital screen aside to reveal a small section of the room with the focal point being the giant medical tube in the back. He plopped himself in the office chair beside it with his eyes already welling up tears. Inside was an injured avali suspended within some murky liquid, yet even though he knew who was inside.
“Jesali…” He felt the frigid liquid ammonia running down his cheeks as tears spilled out of his eyes.
“I started analyzing his brain since he was injured to see if I could transfer his consciousness into an AI form until his body recovered.” His AI’s emotionless voice did little to comfort him despite the good news coming up “I have been successful in fully mapping their brain and might be able to allow you to interact with him again.”
Halaka’s grief made the avali’s mind block out the superb news as it was more focused on relieving each memory shared together with his friend.
“Halaka, are you alright?” The avali shook his head as his AI spoke to him.
The AI paused for a moment “I can make some food for you if you would like.”
Halaka somberly nodded before painstakingly standing up out of his seat. He took one last heartfelt look back at Jesali before leaving the room, the electric lighting shutting off as the sliding door shut behind him. He made his way into the stocked kitchen to find a bit of food already made just for him; a fairly small muffin with several purple berries poking out of it. A metal clanking from some of the utensils being slotted back into place became gunshots in his head. No longer was he surrounded by the pristine kitchen but instead a bustling port city with his ship docked at one of the piers. A crude stack of industrial crates clanged as the bullets slammed into them, with brief pauses between the impacts. He whipped around and fired several deadly plasma bolts from his bullpup submachine gun with each of the rounds forcing the attackers to duck behind cover. Each attacker wore purple hoods that obscured most of their human faces with some having the insignia of an eye on their shoulders or chest. They returned fire while speaking some cultish gibberish towards him that he did not bother trying to comprehend.
As more gunfire slammed into the crates he yelled further down the port “Jesali, could use a little help please!”
Soon one of the crates further down the dock was blasted open as a portable railgun pierced through its metal exterior, effortlessly tearing through one of the cultists. The cycle of gunshots, hiding, and moving to new cover continued as the duo slowly approached their docked freighter at the end of the dock. They were within arm’s reach of the airlock door when his memory started dissipating away. As the memory abruptly faded away, several bullets could be heard piercing through flesh and bone with a distressed cry bellowing from him.
“…ka. Hakala…Hakala are you there?” His vision suddenly returned to the freighter’s kitchen with the meager muffin sitting on the spotless countertop, the AI voice calling out to him.
Hakala snapped out of their hallucination and looked around for a moment. There was no plasma submachine gun in his hand, no industrial crates around him, no cultists wanting him for dead, just the calm kitchen with the small muffin in front of him. Despite his stomach angrily growling for sustenance, he did little more than reluctantly reach his hand out towards the muffin. He raised it in front of his face and took a weak whiff of the sweet-smelling food before cramming it in his mouth. He slowly chewed it up before swallowing it down with a disappointed sigh coming from him; an otherwise great tasting piece of food tasting completely dull to him. Abruptly his slender body began tingling with his loose khakis feeling oddly tighter than usual. The feeling worsted as his filled stomach started groaning and bloating out while his legs continued growing wider. In a panic he yanked his snug hoodie off himself to see his overfilled belly protruding outwards with periodic gurgles arising from it. By the time the gurgling faded, his once loose khakis now felt like they were restraining all the fat trapped within while his paunch wobbling around with every minute movement. He stared at his fattened self in horror before flailing his arms around.
He screamed with a voice mixed with terror and anger “SAIL WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BODY?!”
“My apologies for the distress I caused you.” The AI displayed an artificially generated picture of Hakala but far lankier than even his skinny body was to where their gaunt chest had their boney ribs easily distinguishable from their skin. “I did not want you to stuffer from malnutrition or starvation due to your prolonged lack of eating like so. Due to your decreased appetite, I figured multiplying the calorie and nutrient count would be the best course of action to supplement for the reduced food intake.”
“N-now I…now I, look like Jesali.” He found himself oddly comforted by saying these words.
A wave of serenity washed over him as he felt more like his bottom-heavy friend, almost like some sort of spiritual link or bond had been reaffirmed. He pressed his hand into his plump thighs with a faint smile appearing on his face as the mushy fat squished under his hands. He awkwardly stepped to the side with his arms raised so he could see his protruding gut jiggle around from the movement.
Part of the air flickered like a hologram attempting to appear “Since you mentioned Jesali…”
The hologram briefly resembled a slender avali before flickering out of existence. With every brief blip in and out of existence it neared the doorway before seeming to go through it. He stumbled into the office where the holographic person was still flickering, this time moving towards the door of the maroon lounge. The door slid open to reveal the figure was gradually becoming more stable; flickering out of sight for shorter periods of time and their features becoming more well defined. The circular glass table beside the feeding tank seemed to have been disturbed with the restaurant ice cream dispenser had been moved aside with the portable cake generator stashed somewhere else. The figure slowly drifted up to the blank spot on the table before fully forming into view. Though the humanoid hologram seemed like an avali, it did not seem like Jesali. There was no color aside from the different shades of orange making up the hologram along with their figure seeming pretty slim. Their body resembled what Halaka’s body looked like before the enhanced muffin while his figure resembled Jasali’s normal body. However, the hologram wore the same outdated avalian headphones as before though their shorts were nowhere near as big since their legs were uncharacteristically slim.
The AI spoke again “…I was able to transfer his consciousness from his body while it healed so that you two could still interact with one another. The hologram is not a perfect recreation of his body before or after the encounter but it should be enough to help you see them better.”
Soon after the Ai’s voice trailed off, the holographic figure blinked before a familiar voice filled his ears “Hala! How’ve you been?”
“Jesali?” Halaka approached the figure in disbelief “I-It’s you right?”
“Indeed it is, see you’ve gotten some more weight on you since the docks.” Hologram Jesali giggled before pointing to Halaka’s paunch belly.
His cheeks were tinted pink while he rubbed the back of his head “Yeah…SAIL’s kind of to blame for that.”
“Well I think it looks wonderful on you.” The hologram stared at their translucent arms “Wish I could customize my hologram body since I’m probably going to be stuck in it for a while.”
Halaka smiled “Whatever you look like it’s nice to have you back.” He reached out his arms for a hug.
Jesali’s hologram stepped down from the table and floated into his arms. Though not entirely there, the mutual hug felt genuine nonetheless as they both stood in each other’s grasp. A cheek-to-cheek smile appeared on both their faces with the hologram’s orange glow providing a cozy atmosphere with the abruptly dimmed room. Neither of them seemed to notice or care about the shifted lighting as they just held each other in their arms.
Eventually Jesali phased through Halaka’s arms and hovered around the darkened room. “I see you haven’t done much in here while I was out.”
“Yeah, it just didn’t seem right to eat without you.” Halaka slowly sat himself down on the beanbag chair surrounded by the food-covered tables.
Jesali’s hologram twirled their arms as if to send the aroma of delicious food their way. “Well since I’m here and can’t really do the eating…you want to take my place?”
“Wait what?” Halaka’s stomach grumbled for more food, making him realize his friend’s words and laughing in response “Oooh I see, you want me to be the one eating too much right?”
The hologram laughed along “Absolutely, let’s get started then.”
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I have been meaning to upload this for literal months but due to not wanting to smother someone else’s story I held off on uploading for a while. I finally figured it was about time someone uploaded something here and figured it might as well be me. I’ll upload the rest of the parts over time, hopefully all 3 parts by the end of the week. In the meantime, hope you enjoyed this story
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Alright so as promised, though with a slight delay from the server migrations and what not…part 2
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Hakala sit idly inside the pilot’s chair, the metal armrests pressing into his portly legs which had his chubby belly tucked in his lap. The lively forest planet below had long since vanished from below the avalian freighter, instead being replaced with a distant snowy planet. Overtime the planet slowly drew closer, though he had his swivel chair turned away from the domed canopy. Instead, his eyes were focused on the semi-accurate recreation of Jesali sitting in the copilot seat. They sat idly swaying their head with a faint song being heard from the holographic headphones they wore with their eyes shut. Hakala smiled seeing his friend again only to be briefly startled by his filled belly gurgling away at a buffet’s worth of delicious food.
Jesali’s eyes opened back up and paused their song before looking at his thickened friend “I swear you’re looking better than I ever did every day.”
“T-thanks?” Hakala nervously chuckled while his cheeks were tinted pink again.
“Dawww, Hala’s still blushy about it.” Jasali started pretending like they were rubbing their friend’s stuffed belly “You know the blushing just makes it better right?”
Hakala’s cheeks grew warmer seeing this “W-well, uh…sure?”
Jesali chuckled “Still need more food Hala?”
“I-I’ll be fine.” His stuffed belly groaned “For now.”
“Don’t forget to eat up once you get back, remember you’re taking my place as the eater.” The hologram stood up and glanced at the window.
The distant snowy planet now eclipsed the ship’s starboard side, nothing else could be seen except the planet to the side. A dense blanket of grey snow clouds blanketed the plant with what glimpses of it either displaying vast oceans frozen over or ground buried in snow. The freighter barreled through the dense cloud cover to find a patch of metal not covered in a speck of fresh snow, slowly adjusting its trajectory so that it could land on it. The patch of metal revealed itself to be a single dock poking out of the steep mountainside it was mounted to with a heavy-duty blastdoor sealing the dock from whatever underground structure it was connected to. While the ship moored itself thanks to the onboard AI, Hakala walked down to the cargo bay, fetching the hoodie he had discarded in the kitchen and trying to put it on for some decency.
There was a small bit of his belly visible from the underside and the previously snug hoodie new felt considerably tight on him. As for his khakis, there was no way those would fit him at this point given his legs had effectively doubled in width. His face went red at the prospect of having to go out partially nude but no other clothes fit his thickened lower body. The bottom hatch to the cargo bay dropped with the cargo ramp slowly swiveling down, reminding him to grab one of the containers stored in the racks. He made his way down the ramp, each footstep making his considerable rear wobble around and his stomach’s contents noisily slosh around. As he stepped on the platform, he noticed it felt oddly warm; nowhere near hot enough to burn or heat up his exposed feet but enough to keep any snow from building upon it. Near the blastdoor sat a slender dark-skinned human eyeing his movements from behind a modern desk, either out of interest or disbelief. She seemed rather ill-dressed for the weather wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a jacket accompanied with a fuzzy scarf wrapped around her neck.
The human waved to him “Hello hello, you must be Hakala right?”
“Y-yes…” He tugged his hoodie down while looking sheepishly away
The human stifled a laugh “Right, you have the package?”
He nervously nodded and sat the metal crate down beside her desk. The small crate felt quite heavy despite its size, likely from whatever it was carrying. She glanced at the hologram displaying a list of its contents before cracking the lid open just enough to see the contents. A bright glow illuminated her face with a satisfied grin appearing on her face.
She shut the crate and tugged it closer to her “Splendid, thanks for the delivery.”
“No, no worries.” Halaka forced himself to laugh while backpedaling away from her, not wanting their rear to be on full display.
“Oh, do you need any fuel before you go?” She pointed to the machine behind her that resembled an archaic gas pump “Delivery workers get a 50% discount on refuels since he can’t really get supplies in any other way, pretty much our way of saying thanks.”
“S-sure, how much would it cost for…” Hakala pulled up a hologram of his ship’s fuel readings “40 liters of liquid erchius fuel?”
She glanced behind herself before looking back at him “Let’s see, 3.78 liters in a gallon, 4.2 credits per gallon, that would be 45 pixels. However, ‘cause of the discount it would only be 22, plus you’re getting a few hundred pixels for the delivery.”
“H-how about one of the containers there?” He pointed to one of the industrial canisters lined up on the high railing.
She eyed one of the canisters “43 pixels and it’s yours, discount included.”
“T-thanks.” He nervously walked past the human, feeling his cheeks warm up as she was likely staring at his plump hand. He grabbed one of the empty containers and heaved it over his shoulder before walking back towards his ship. She grabbed the nozzle from the fuel pump and connected it to the ship’s fuel receptacle while he boarded, taking one last glance at the chubby avali before he vanished inside. The ramp slowly retracted while the large hatch slid shut. He plopped the canister down on the shut hatch and leaned against it, the entire endeavor leaving him feeling winded. Several of the containers inside the cargo bay had been either shuffled around or replaced, Hakala still remembering what each of them was meant for. He slid his tight hoodie off of himself and tucked it underneath his arm.
Jesali’s hologram appeared in front of the new container “What’s the canister for?”
“Just in case we need a little extra fuel.” He tapped its side with the sound echoing around the hollow interior.
“Or food for your lovely self.” Jesali’s words made Halaka blush, the hologram chuckling after “I’m kidding, I know we need the fuel more.”
He eyed his paunch belly “Well the food…”
“Right, I’ll get the lights.” The hologram floated through the cargo bay door and up the stairway to the office room. “I’ll wait for you don’t worry.”
He slowly walked up the stairwell, staring at the sleek consoles and bits of technology as he ascended. He walked up to one of the doors leading into the office which automatically swung open. The well-lit room was covered in maroon tapestry with the knee height table surrounding the beanbag chair still stocked with fresh food. As he sat himself down on the cushion, he noticed the avali hologram approaching the tiny light switch near the cockpit door. They reached out to it before realizing their intangible nature and promptly shaking their head. The lighting suddenly shifted to a dim yet cozy red with the lighting now coming from stained low-power lights instead of standard electric light fixtures.
“Thanks SAILie.” The hologram floated back over to Halaka “Ready for another meal?”
“Belly still feels full but I guess.” He shifted around so he could better see the food available to him.
Nearly a dozen plates sat on both of the tables with each having some mouthwatering food on them. Whether it was a juicy slab of meat, an assortment of berries and fruits, some exotic foods, or a bowl full of an herbal mix, all of it seemed too tempting not to eat. Instantly his reluctance faded with his stuffed belly now feeling entirely empty. Some switch flicked in the back of his mind that had not been turned before, though his attention was so fixated on the food he hardly noticed. He greedily licked his cold lips before hungrily grabbing at the food. His jaws opened wide as he ripped apart the first steak, hardly bothering to chew each of the chucks he ripped off them prior to swallowing them down. He soon descended on the fruits and berries with the same ravenous appetite as the steaks. With a cocktail of berry and fruit bits tainting his face, he switched to the exotic foods which he swiftly gobbled down. Despite his overfilled stomach starting to feel like a stretched drum, he chugged down the bowls of herbal mix before flopping onto the fluffy floor. A wave of agony flooded his body as the invisible switch flicked back off, leaving his mind fully aware of what was happening. His cramped stomach felt one tiny movement away from rupturing while he felt pinned to the floor by his bulbous belly. He groaned uncomfortably while his fatigued arms fell limp onto the padded floor.
Jesali stared wide-eyed at their friend’s display “Wow…someone’s certainly hungry.”
“I wasn’t hungry.” He winced while trying to place his head on the deformed beanbag chair like a pillow “Owww. It hurts.”
“I bet, even a drum isn’t anywhere near as tight as that gut Hala.” Jesali laid down beside his painfully stuffed friend.
Hakala successfully placed their head on the beanbag chair so that it served as a pillow. “Ouugh, d-don’t feed me anymore.”
“I’ll let you rest until tomorrow, give your body some time to recover and digest all that food.” Jesali’s hologram pretended to pat Hakala’s head.
On cue, the lighting dimmed until only the tiny areas around the holograms were visible. Halaka felt his tired eyes drifting shut with the disorderly churning of his overblown belly providing an oddly comforting melody to him. Slowly his mind drifted away from the maroon room and instead of fragmented pieces of his past.
“Night Jesali.” Hakala let out a relieved sigh before fully dozing off.
The hologram waved back at him “Night Hala.”
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As per usual I hoped you enjoyed reading this and feedback is always appreciated.
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Glad to see new stories come back. ^~^
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And finally, part three of the avali story. Unfortunately this one was not as long as I wanted due to file/mod errors and what not fucking everything up… D: . If the ending feels a little rushed I apologize. As per usual hope you enjoy and feedback for future stories would be nice
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Halaka’s eyes slowly dragged open to the bitterly strong light now in the room. He held out his hand in front of his weary eyes as they slowly adjusted to the new lighting while pushing himself off the padded floor. His fatigued arms struggled to push himself off the floor, his freshly digested feast packing on a considerable amount of heft. He plopped himself into the beanbag chair, blushing a little as he felt his fat rear spill over the sides. He turned around to see his lower body now eclipsing the beanbag chair. His chest felt heavier with his fleshy belly hanging down just short of his knees, his moobs seeming oddly pronounced for his obese size. He slid his hands underneath his belly and hoisted it up before letting go, smiling as wobbled vigorously vertically. He glanced up at the velvety banner portraying the fattened figure before looking back at his fat body.
The doors slid open to reveal Jesali’s hologram standing by the kitchen door “Stomach treat ya better Hala?”
“A, uh, a little.” He heaved himself out of the squished beanbag chair before wobbling over to Jesali’s hologram.
“Glad to hear.” Jesali’s intangible hands momentarily phased through Halaka’s enlarged chest “Never figured you’d put on weight like this.”
“Yeah, eh heh.” Halaka nervously rubbed the back of his head while his blush grew brighter
Jesali rubbed his hands “So what’s on the plan for today?”
“Make a few more deliveries then call it quits for the day.” Halaka pulled up a hologram containing a list of deliveries. “Hopefully with all those done we can get a drone to help out with the cargo s…”
“So I can feed you all the food you want?!” Jesali’s holographic eyes lit up with joy
Halaka’s blush grew brighter “W-well, kinda, I mean maybe. S-sure.”
“Oooooo c’mere!” Jesali wrapped their arms around Hakala’s fat body.
Hakala smiled before pretend patting Jesali on the back several times before stepping out of Jesali’s grasp. The ship jostled around for a moment before settling, a sign they had landed at the first delivery location. The cargo bay’s hatch loudly unlatched from its travel failsafe so that he could now exit the freighter.
His eyes immediately widened with his breathing hastening “S-shoot, I-I don’t, I don’t have anything to cover myself with!”
“Hala listen, breath. Slow in slow out.” Jesali’s words inspired Hakala to slow their rapid breathing back down. “It’s ok, pretty sure they get people like this all the time.”
“They don’t.” He sheepishly turned away from Jesali.
Jesali patted Halaka on the shoulder “Listen, it’s alright. Just a few more then you only have to worry about me and SAILie ok?”
Hakala nervously nodded before walking down the office stairs into the cargo hold. He slipped his hands underneath the container shelving, blushing a little from being reminded of putting his hands under his fleshy belly, before the container was pushed into his arms. The huge hatch painstakingly slid open to blast in a hot gust of air, an otherwise planet temperate climate made into sweltering heat by Halaka’s avali biology and their insulating fat. He tried hurrying down the ramp as ammonia sweat started drenching his feathers.
The ramp revealed a loading dock with a bulky terminal close to the ship moorings. Behind a short crate was a tangerine feline sitting with their legs kicked out onto the crate, fidgeting with what seemed like a metal screw of some sort. Their flowy sangria-red hair seemed tantalizing with their lengthy eyelashes making hard to tell what exactly they were. Behind the figure was a stack of transparent canisters with each filled to the brim with erchius fuel.
The feline stared at the obese avali before speaking with a surprisingly deep voice “What’s a fat birdy like you doing all the way out here?”
Halaka’s face shifted to a deep maroon red while ammonia sweat continued drenching his feathers “Ide…eh, uh, d-d-delivery.”
“Delivery?” The feline tilted their head “With a bod like that? There are people willing to kill for a body like that…and you’re using it for delivery?!?”
“Eh heh, y-y-yeah.” Halaka set down the container beside the feline and stepped away.
“Seems like a massive waste, but a package is a package.” The feline inspected the package for a moment before tossing a bundle of credits to Hakala.
The bundle of credits seemed to have a crumpled note of paper with contact information written on it “Just in case you wanna have a little fun later.”
Halaka anxiously nodded before wobbling back to his ship, much to the feline’s delight. As the ship hatch shut, he felt the delightful frigid air cooling his overheated body back to his species’s norm. He struggled to catch his breath as he leaned against the cargo hold shelving. He shut his eyes with his face still feeling uncomfortably warm and his mind utterly humiliated.
Jesali’s hologram appeared in front of him “Hala yo-u’re, back. Something wrong?”
“Y-yes.” Halaka nodded before reaching out with both chubby arms to Jesali, his hands phasing through the hologram.
Jesali looked down at the hands going through them and reached around Halaka “Oooo, tell me what’s wrong swee…I mean Hala.”
“I-It’s, this cat person a-and, t-they were saying all these teasing little things to me and…” Hakala tried hugging the hologram again.
“Hey hey, it’s alright Hala, you’re with me.” Jesali pretended to pat Halaka’s head “Whatever they wanted or said you don’t have to worry about it.”
Halaka tossed the crumpled paper aside and quietly deposited the credits into a dedicated container.
Jesali’s hologram frowned as they looked at the crumpled paper “SAILie, think you can dispose of this filth?”
“Rerouting cleaning bot to location.” A small circular robot glided across the floor, sweeping the paper up before leaving the cargo hold “We will be arriving at the next destination shortly.”
“Thank you SAILie, and listen Hala, you look wonderful.” Jesali floated back over to Hakala.
Halaka nodded with his reddened face shifting to a bright pink “T-t-thanks Jesali.”
“No worries lo…like I said.” Jesali nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, all four of his fake ears drooping and what seemed like a blush appearing on his hologram.
Halaka curiously looked up at him “W-were you going to say love?”
“N-I mean y-no I-…" The blush on Jesali’s face further worsened “I, I mean, would you like me to call y-you that?”
“Jesali, I had no idea you were in love with me.” Halaka’s eyes seemed almost dreamy to the holographic avali
Jesali floated closer to him with their anxiously behind their translucent back “S-so would you…be ok with it?”
“You call me whatever you’d like.” Hakala’s blush brightened some more “A-and feeding me all you want, j-just after one last delivery.”
“R-right, getting enough for the drone to do it for you and all. SAILie could you start getting some food prepped for after the delivery?” Jesali made his hologram sit down on Halaka’s plump shoulders
The AI’s emotionless voice could be heard “Understood, we will be arriving shortly.”
“Thank you SAILie, so any food you’d like Hala?” The holographic avali looked down at him
Halaka warmly smiled back “Same as last night darling, but y-you might have to stop me from eating too much.”
“Thinking you might eat so much you’ll pop?” Jesali floated towards the kitchen
Halaka sheepishly nodded back “Y-y-yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable as can be.” The ship jostled around from landing, making Jesali wave to Halaka as the bottom hatch opened “See you soon love!”
Hakala nodded back at Jesali before staring down at the snowy ground below. Taking one last look at the holographic avali, his mind started recalling every moment the two had spent together; every joyous celebration, every devastating loss, every tender hug, all of it surged through his head. The sheer intensity of it all seemed to briefly overwhelm him with some ammonia tears spilling out from his eyes, yet his heart made it clear these were not tears of grief. After grabbing a small package off the shelf and tucking it under his arm, he shyly waved back at Jesali and wiped off his tears before making his way towards the last in-person delivery he would ever need to do.
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