Just a quick heads up this is not about Khaan & Aiko or Muramasa & Cameron, this is it’s own story that I am doing since I’m burnt out on the main story. I do not know if I ever do want to come back to the main story or not since I’m not hyper motivated to work on it. I feel like I should have just left as a 1-2 part story rather than try to make it a 7-8 part one. Oh well, not much I can do now since I don’t want to delete the chapters I’ve already done. So in the meantime I’ll just write mini stories like this one right here. I might do a couple of these rather the main story but I dunno if I do want to go back to the main story at all. Regardless, I hope you enjoy! Also this one has a mech + AI in it since I have noticed no one else really taking advantage of them in storytelling.
“This is the NER Frigate Capricorn, we’re going down! Critical damage to starboard thrusters and main artillery batteries! Launching all escape pods and droppods towards the nearest outpost. Launching in 3…2…incoming!” Sound of smashing metal “Marauders damaged our targeting systems! We’re launching our droppods in the blind!”
“Just launch them already, what’s the hold up?”
“The optics for target acquisition are destroyed, we can’t see where we’re launching the pods. At best it could take months for them to get to the outpost, and that’s if they aren’t launched into space forever or get lost on the planet!”
“Better to have some survive than none at all, launch them!”
“Fine captain, if anyone dies the blood is on your hands! Launching pods in 3…2…1…launch!”
“Ahgh c’mon, sizzle already!” Emrick irritably shook the cast-iron frying pan while a vigorous rainstorm drenched his ragged pilot outfit.
The faint crackling of a campfire could barely be heard over the torrential downpour. Frigid water clinged to his dense fur and caused his body to shiver. A slab of uncooked meat laid at the center of the pan, a massive bullet hole in the center from an up-scaled gun only a heavy duty could wield. He peered up to notice his mech sitting idle where he had parked it. His empty stomach growled for sustenance, though even it would not accept raw meat for food. Emrick indignantly shuffled the pan back and forth with some vain hope it would help the meat cook faster.
Finally he snapped and madly grabbed the uncooked meat off of the pan. “Rrrrr, screw this!”
He hurled the uncooked meat at the smoldering fire before angrily stamping on the scorched stick he used to start the ill-fated fire. He crammed his icy frying pan in his soaked backpack and sprinted towards his idle mech. The snub-nosed twin barrels of the Pharamon Dual Rifle gave Emrick enough footing to hop into the snug mech interior. With the press of a dimly glowing button, the bullet-resistant canopy window slid into place, sealing off the pleasant interior from the dreary exterior. A series of lighting bathed the interior in an azure light. He yanked his soggy clothes off before chucking them into an integrated container sloppily marked ‘Air Dryer’.
“Yuka,” Emrick frustratedly plopped his naked self into the silky pilot seat “Remind me to get you both a Particle Shield Module and a heavy duty flamethrower.”
A gruff robotic voice replied back “Difficulties with cooking again?”
“Yeah, I can’t cook anything in this frackin climate, just rainstorm after rainstorm, there’s no good time to cook.” Emrick clenched his head in frustration.
“From my earlier data searches we are currently 3 weeks into this planet’s monsoon season, though I am not sure how long it will last.” A deep resonating pulsing sound came from the radar module of Yuka.
“Oh how wonderful.” Emrick’s stomach rumbled yet again “At this pace I’d probably eat my own arm for something to eat considering there’s no there’s no settlements around here.”
Yuka’s volume rose slightly “I would advise against doing that. In addition to the blood loss from amputating your own limb, lacking a second arm, and possible addiction to self-cannibalism, it is highly unlikely that your own arm would provide enough caloric energy to sustain yourself for the remained of our trip”
“Then can you find me some food before I genuinely consider doing that?” Emrick vehemently gripped the sleek joysticks on both sides of the seat armrests.
Yuka replied in it’s usual monotone voice “Tracking lifesigns will be ineffective since we have no way to sufficiently cook meat if we acquire it. Ground penetrating radar reveal no cave entrances in our proximity, along with the mining laser having insufficient power to reach any caves. Floral observation has revealed all berries in our local area are poisonous, though due to local fauna likely developing resistance to the poison, it is highly likely that consumption would result in death due to the far more potent poison resulting from natural selection.”
Emrich’s stomach let out another dissatisfied growl “I would love to have something to eat, even if it smells like rust and tastes like vomit.”
“Well there have been some sightings of so-called ‘Lard Golems’ in the taiga and tundra regions of this planet.” Emrick’s interest peaked as Yuka spoke “They appear to absorb smaller prey before excessively fattening far more dangerous or sentient predators, perhaps as an unorthodox defense method. Piercing, blunt, incendiary, poisonous, or slicing weapons have been recorded to have little impact on them. Explosive and electrical weaponry has been shown to be highly effective against them, however the golems appear to break apart rather quickly when killed.”
Emrick rubbed his gaunt belly “And I would rather pack on a few hundred pounds than only get enough food to last me a few days.”
“Your increased body size has a high probability of interfering with the control panels, though the additional body fat could easily sustain your metabolism for several additional months. That should be plenty of time to rendezvous back to the New Evalion Republic outpost.” Yuka’s voice became more mocking “Along with writing a formal complaint about the orbital dropod accuracy and radio transmission range.”
Emrick let out an irritated groan “I don’t care about the controls impairment or system flaws, just gimme something to eat for the love of Kluex.”
Yuka pulled up a holographic topographic display “Understood, plotting a path to areas with multiple confirmed Lard Golem sightings.”
Days passed as Emrick piloted his mech towards the marked area, the constant rain and muddy dirt slowly transitioning to a light snowfall and frigid ground. His hunger grew stronger and stronger to the point where he found himself gnawing at pieces of his ragged uniform. He paid little attention to the gradually changing scenery, but instead to the desire to eat. It clawed at his mind and his every action was geared toward giving him the food he so desperately needed. The decontaminated water Yuka’s water recycling and water acquisition modules provided did not help one bit, if anything every bit of water he drank only further reminded his stomach of the food it desired. Finally they reached the marched area; a hilly area with multiple cave entrances fit for a large creature.
“We have arrived at the designated location. Scanning for vibrations or movements.” Yuka’s radar module let out another pulsing sound.
Emrick impatiently groaned “Please tell me we didn’t go all this way for nothing. I’m starving.”
“From my scans it appears we have something.” Emrick’s scrawny hand eagerly drifted over the cockpit release button while Yuka spoke “My scans detect movement in the nearby cave, along with a lack of a thermal signature.”
Emrick slammed the cockpit release button, causing the fortified canopy to slide open and allowing him to hop out of the mech interior “Yes! Come to Emrick!”
A bizarre humanoid creature emerged from the nearby snow cave, their body almost entirely made up of some viscous fluid. Emrick did not need to smell the unmistakable stench of lard or see the creature’s lack of any eyes, he saw only a walking mass of food standing in front of him.
He charged at the creature with his cast-iron frying pan while he shouted out a warcry meant to startle the creature into attacking.
The creature moved one of its baggy arms up to throw a punch while Emrick continued closing the distance. He held his jaw agape as the creature drove his arm down his throat. The unmistakable taste of food made him pause and let out a contented moan. The golem froze in confusion as Emrick started swallowing down the fluid arm himself, each swallow being accompanied by a deeply satisfied moaning sound. Eventually the golem snapped out of its confusion and, much to Emrick’s delight, started to pump it’s fattening fluid down Emricks throat. His malnourished body now surged with life as the exceptionally nutritious sludge gave him all the nutrients and calories he had been missing for nearly 2 weeks. He eagerly devoured every mouthful of the irresistible sludge without any second thoughts of watching his waistline. His blissful mind tuned out the feeling of his body growing exponentially heavier or his ragged clothes rapidly tightening but instead to the savory taste of the creature’s fluid. His mind tuned out the sound of his strained clothes tearing apart to instead enjoy the refreshing sound of the sludge filling his expanding belly. His swollen gut made contact with the ground as it continued to swell from the creature’s fluid. The flow of the luscious fluid started to fade and eventually ceased, making Emrick open his eyes in curiosity. He noticed that the creature was no longer a towering and bulky figure, but instead a tiny midget scurrying back into its cave. Emrick shifted his legs to give chase only to find his corpulent body nearly impossible to move. His hefty belly dragged against the frozen ground and his bulky legs strained to keep his obese body standing. He relaxed his weary legs and let his distended body flop onto the snow covered ground. Dozens of gallons of the fattening fluid sloshed around in his overflowing stomach while the dense blubber around his swollen belly dampened the distinct noise. He pressed his plump hands against his oversized legs, his hand sinking multiple centimeters into the mushy fat until it became too compressed to push down further. On the ground around him was the shredded remains of his outfit, though his burdensome and massive body prevented him from reaching whatever scraps of fabric were in arms reach.
He exhaustedly turned back towards his awaiting mech, the cockpit feeling like it was miles away. In his state there was no way he would be able to walk back but thankfully he did not have to.
In between fatigued breaths he uttered “Yuka, retrieve, pilot.”
Instantly the mech dashed over to Emrick’s location with thunderous footsteps. The front of the cockpit dipped down towards the ground to make it easier for Emrick’s weighty body to haul itself inside. He felt the frigid armor plating of the mech contact his portly rear along with his body sliding into the mech cockpit as it tilted backwards. He swiveled his head around to notice that his chunky legs took up the entirety of the padded seat, leaving the rest of his obese body either sitting on the short metal platform in front of the seat or squished against the frigid bullet-resistant glass. Emrick found himself struggling to reach the joysticks on the seat behind him, every time he stopped leaning backwards his hefty body slid forward and the ample fat on his body jiggled around.
Eventually he ashamedly muttered “Yuka, enable autopilot and start moving back towards the outpost.”
“Understood, replotting a course to the New Evalion Republic outpost. Estimated time of arrival; 22-37 days” Yuko briefly paused before speaking again “You appear to be distressed Emrick, what is the problem?”
Emrick stared at his pudgy arms “I feel like a lazy bum having you do all the work.”
“Considering your current status and the fact that there is still plenty of fattening fluid within you stomach, ‘impaired’ is a far more accurate description than lazy.” Yuka reactivated the holographic display to be in front of Emrick.
Emrick pressed his hand into his distended belly “About that, how much more weight do you think I’ll gain?”
“Not enough to completely fill the entire volume of the cockpit, though it is highly likely you will gain enough weight to prevent any motion besides moving the arms and turning the head.” Yuka displayed Emrick’s predicted weight with the highlighted number being around 2000 kilograms.
Emrick let out a disappointed sigh “Guess I’ll be a useless blob of lard for a while won’t I?”
“The NER has plenty of slimming formulas to get you back down to size in little time” Yuka pulled a picture of a uniform labeled as experimental “Also if the program has progressed since our crash-landing, the NER should have a nanite uniform that could not only change its appearance but adjust to fluctuations in user size.”
“That sounds really good.” Emrick ashamedly peered at his overweight body “I just wish I could slim down now and be of use to you.”
“My systems are fully functional without pilot input, having pilot interaction only slightly enhances my capabilities. Also I suggest that you grow accustomed to your new body as prolonged unhappiness can lead to physical and mental complications.” Yuka pulled up a lengthy list of medical issues arising from mental unrest.
Emrick flicked the holographic image aside “You never answered how I could be of use to you.”
Yuka spoke at a slightly lower volume “You do not have to make yourself directly useful to me as I can handle the rest of the journey without your piloting prowess. What you can do for me is ensure your own well-being and mental health on the journey back so that further issues do not emerge.”
“So, just sit here and admire the view?” Emrick pressed his elbow onto his bloated belly and his plump hand onto his puffy cheek
“Along with your new body as well.” Yuka’s suggestion made Emrick briefly flinch.
He stared back at the module containing Yuka’s AI “Are you trying to say that you secretly admire my fat body?”
Yuka quickly replied “No, I am simply suggesting that you grow fond of it to avoid a detrimental self-image.”
Emrick replied with a cheeky tone “I feel like you love it and just don’t want to admit it.”
“I cannot feel emotion, remember?” Yuka pulled up a list of restrictions on their AI, one of which was ‘No Emotion to avoid clouded judgement’.
Emrick chickled “Yeah, sure.”
So this one basically took me only 1 day to think up, make, get screenshots for, write, and all that. I think the big reason why is that this is a fresh story for me and as such I’m more motivated to write it as opposed to the longer ones that I have worked on for a while. I’ve noticed this with several non-fetish writings I’ve done that I tend to avoid working on older things due to burnout and boredom of that thing. I’ll try to reignite that interest and more suggestions for the main story are extremely welcome, but for the meantime I’ll stick to the ministories for now. Hope you understand and hope you enjoyed!
