BOTH Corporate Worlds: Bellied Babes w/ Badges - by Samster (BBW, BHM, WG, Imagery

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BBW, BHM, Imagery, WG - a technologically enhanced and quite porcine law enforcement group protects and serves

Author's Note: This story is a tip of the hat to Sslayleb's After Police Academy and Kyaada's Bellied Boy with a Badge. Its a different plot line but the ideas behind the characters and the setting is based on those two - so credit where credit is due.

There's also an illustration you can find in the story.

I plan this as a three part story - I have my plan but any ideas are welcome!

Corporate Worlds:
Triple B - Bellied Babes with Badges

by Samster

ISS Guards Ripley Karson and Kendra Peterson had logged on for their shift and were making their away across Messina Regional Skyport toward their assigned post. Both wore beige uniforms that were skin tight around their bloated curves. Both were in their early to mid twenties, had powerful builds that suggested a high school Powerball career with over a hundred pounds of extra blubber coating it. Their thighs had thickened up to the point where their walk was a waddle and they fitted perfectly the stereotype of fat security guard.

Their post was the security console above the Passenger Terminal. Approaching the terminal building Kendra typed a code into a console and they stepped from the secure backroom area to the terminal. A small skyport and there were six passenger gates, a seating area, a few retail stores, a customer service kiosk and a food court. With fifteen minutes before the shift change Ripley and Kendra headed over to the food court. Hours hovering above the terminal in the Security Console and it was best to fill up first.

“Whatdya fancy?” asked Kendra.

“Ummmm…lets do Super Dog, they’re doing the two for one deal.”

“Awesome.”

The two picked up the pace in their waddle over toward the Mega Dog outlet. Like many living in small cities that were dotted around the vast continental interior of the planet Kane Alpha, Ripley and Kendra were addicted to fast food. To any off planet traveller two young, genetically perfect girls weighing in at close to 300lbs was freakish but around Messina it was pretty standard stuff. Mouths salivating they both took two hot dogs and began to gulp them down.


Across from them, in the Mega Burger outlet Julio Costa watched the two fat guards gulp down their hot dogs. He was an immigrant from the frontier planet of Waypoint 13. Six months back he’d arrived in Corporate Worlds space and requested a basic work visa. The official on the planet he’d arrived at had said there would be work opportunities on Kane Alpha. Kane Alpha was a huge planet with a sparse population and was blazing hot from two suns. The heat kept the population down (who wanted to live in a furnace?) but the tiberium resources made the planet rich. So Julio had arrived and found work in Messina.

He’d been amazed at the wealth on Kane Alpha; even working a basic minimum wage job at Mega Burger he rented his own apartment, could afford good food and had a lifestyle way better than on Waypoint 13. Next he’d been amazed at how fat the locals were. With fascination he watched the two fat girls in uniform gulping down their hot dogs. Their bellies bulging over their belts, thighs so thick they had to splay their legs and stuffing their fat faces with more food. They each wore Plasma pistols in holsters on their belts but getting to them quickly would be a logistics challenge thanks to their fat sides that bulged out.

“Look at those two porkers” said the worker next to Julio.

“Oh I am.”

“Typical fat, greedy Corps.”

“But they have their appeal” said Julio.

“Don’t get any ideas” laughed the other worker “those two would crush you in bed.”

“Ummm…”

“Ah jeeze, you’re into fat Corp chicks.”

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Julio didn’t reply. The thought of getting one of those fat girls between the sheets gave him all kinds of palpitations. Not that he really stood a chance. Immigrants on temporary visa’s didn’t date full Corporate Worlds citizens.

Their hot dogs vacuumed down Ripley and Kendra headed toward the security console. It was a glass bubble with two ISS computers looking down over the terminal. The bubble was covered with sensors and detailed information was fed into the system about every person in the terminal. It was typical Corporate Worlds security; masses of information and a very public display of authority. Not that Ripley or Kendra had ever actually fired their guns in anger. Their job mostly involved sitting on their super sized asses and watching the monitors and the passengers load on and off shuttles.

Both stepped into the elevators and travelled up to the bubble to relieve the two on duty guards. Whoever designed the bubble hadn’t taken into the account the size of most ISS guards in Messina. The two fat boys on duty were even bigger than Ripley and Kendra with thick, formerly muscled up builds from their high school Powerball days and giant ball bellies.

“Its all yours” huffed one of the fat boys.

“Slammin’” replied Ripley.

“Anything to watch out for?” asked Kendra.

“Yeah, Mega Burger are doing a special triple stack Megalicious burger, for when you take a break.”

“Awesome” laughed Kenda.

“Any work stuff?” asked Kendra.

“Yeah, there’s some major league Frontier Terrorist leaders expected to be on KE8810 from Issa Falls. Make sure you track em,” said the first boy dead pan but with a hint of a smirk.

“No frigging way!!!!” gasped Kenda.

“Shut up dumb ass” laughed Kendra “he’s screwin’ with ya.”

“Oh…”

At that the two fat boys rose from their seats and after some effort they all squeezed past each other. The two girls logged onto the system and took their seats. The monitors lit up with all kinds of information about the people below. There was very little about anybody on Kane Alpha that the ISS didn’t know about.

Two hours passed slowly. The security bubble looked down on the whole terminal and had a complete view of the open plan facility. When Ripley had first started her job she’d been freaked by the height but over time she’d gotten used to that. She watched a Kane Express Shuttlestar dock and a stream of passengers walking from the sky bridge into the terminal. The security sensors tracked each individual. No flags were raised. With the last passenger stepping through the exit the terminal was then quiet again. The console informed Ripley that it was her turn to take a break.

”Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen” she said.

“Cool.”

Inside the Mega Burger outlet Julio watched one of the fat girls step out of the security bubble elevator. She waddled across the terminal building to the ladies room and then headed over toward the food court. That was routine. The fat guards always ate on their breaks. He felt his heart beat quicken as she approached the Mega Burger. Closer he saw she was a typical middle class Corp girl with a glowing complexion, hair stacked into a trendy spiked hair do and perfectly straight crystal white teeth. She was also very, very fat.

“I’ll let you handle this one” said Julio’s co-worker.

“Okay.”

“And man she’s a fat one…”

“Shush!!!” snapped Julio.

“Okay, okay…”

“Hi there, welcome to Mega Burger” said Julio “what can I get you?”

“Ummm…I want a triple stack Megalicious Burger meal” said Ripley in an accent that said she was born and bred in Messina.

“Okay…that’ll be $4,00” said Julio.

“Oh, it like says $6 on your sign” said Kenda.

”It’s a special offer for our valued security personnel” replied Julio.

“Cool.”

Julio took the money then handed Ripley the meal. The fat girl sat down and rapidly demolished the giant triple stack burger and fries. With only a ten minute break it was a mountain of food to blitz through but the greedy girl was well practiced. A mouth full of burger, followed by a handful of fries and washed down with soda was the routine. With a belch Ripley gulped down the final handful of fries, took a final slurp of soda and hauled her butt up. Experience working at the skyport taught her to keep the staff at the fast food outlets sweet so she carried her used tray back across to the Mega Burger counter.

“You enjoyed that?” asked Julio as he took the tray.

“It was awesome” replied Kenda, surpressing another belch.

“Thanks.”

At that Ripley waddled back toward the security bubble. Julio watched that giant ass disappear. Man that girl could eat! She also had a cute smile and seemed kind of cool. Not too officious like some of the guards could be. Like when she clocked off she was a pretty chilled out person. Would a guy like him really stand a chance? Probably not but he could dream.

Up in the security bubble Ripley lowered herself down into her seat and let her belt out a notch. That Megalicious burger had been truly gut busting. She belched again and tried to focus on the monitors.

“I pointed the sensors on that guy at the Megan Burger” said Kendra.

“What guy at Mega Burger?”

“The one who served you.”

“Yeah.”

“Check this out” said Kendra.

Loading up the sensor record the scan of Julio Costa revealed his status as a basic level immigrant on a work visa but also his emotional state at the time he served Ripley. The sensors scanned everybody and any levels of heightened tension or aggression was automatically flagged. It was a great way of pulling out people travelling on fake visa’s, criminals on the run from the authorities or any other person breaking the rule of Corporate Worlds law. In this instance it showed Julio Costa was in a heightened state of nervousness and sexual arousal when he’d served Kenda.

Ripley laughed: “He was almost cumming in his pants!”

“Wooohoooo! You got some poor ass frontier dude into ya!”

“What’s he look like?” mused Ripley as she directed one of the camera’s toward the Mega Burger.

“Hot if you like skinny runts from wherever the hell Waypoint 13 is.”

“Ewwwwwwwwwwww…that boy needs to bulk up some. He looks like freaky skinny and….ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”

“So your not gonna ask him out?” joked Kendra.

“Like WTF???!!!!…no!!!!”

“Seriously?” said Kendra with a sarcastic tone.

“Screw you!!!!”

“Now, this guy is hot…”

The two girls focused on another camera showing a wealthy Corporate Worlds executive strolling toward a private shuttle bay. Their monitors showed no information which meant he was seriously rich and high ranking. Whatever his personal information was filtered way above their level. Which meant he was at least Sub-CEO rank and loaded.

“Total hottie” sighed Ripley.

Their conversation was halted by an officious voice from the ISS control room located in downtown Messina.

“Karson, Peterson, focus on your work.”

“Yes sir” said Ripley and Kendra together. Theirs were far from the only sensors around Messina. The security bubble itself was monitored by headquarters. Clearly the emotional states created by twenty something year old girls talking about hot, rich guys and horny, but way too skinny immigrant workers wasn’t conducive to monitoring security in the skyport terminal.

Ripley and Kendra exchanged smiles and got back to looking at the monitors. They were good work buddies and a little joking around helped re-gain some focus.

(Continued in post 4 of this thread)
 

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Thanks and glad your enjoying it, should have the second part up later this week.
 

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Sergeant Kirk Gleeson stepped into the terminal building. He was shift commander for the ISS at the skyport and had been instructed to personally monitor the arrival of a certain passenger on the Vanguard arrival from Logan Spaceport. Thirty six years old and Kirk had served years as a Marine NCO in the Corporate Worlds military before joining ISS five years back. He still pumped iron big time every morning at the gym but like most Corps in Messina he had developed a hefty paunch that hung solidly over his belt like a big, bloated muscle.

Early on in his ISS career when he was fresh out of the marines Kirk had given other guards a hard time about their weight but now he held his tongue. His own waistline had expanded rapidly and he figured there was too much good food around in Messina, and not much else to do, for anybody to stay thin.

He strode toward the security bubble, took the elevator and stepped into the bubble. Guards Karson and Peterson were both looking very attentively at their monitors.

“Okay, one of you better get up because I’ve gotta log onto the system. Karson, its time to haul your ass up.”

Ripley and Kendra exchanged slightly nervous glances as Ripley hauled herself up. It wasn’t normal to have the shift commander up in the terminal bubble.

“Yes sir.”

Up close Kirk couldn’t help noticing how big the girl was. Twenty three years old and she had to be pushing three hundred pounds. Like most of his guards she was an ex sports jockette rather than ex military. Not ideal but with Kane Alpha’s economy booming he recruited what he could. Most ex marine’s were making big bucks working as private security contractors. Belly to belly they squeezed past as Kirk headed for the seat in front of the console. He thought about a dig at her size but held back. His gut was contributing every bit as much to the problem.

“Man, they shouldda made this thing bigger,” grunted Kirk.

“Yes sir,” huffed Ripley as she squeezed back.

Feeling a little flushed Ripley stood behind the seats and watched as her boss logged himself into the system. She had a secret crush for Sergeant Kirk Gleeson. He had that big tough guy look going on big time. Unsure of what to do she stood and waited.

“Okay girls” said Gleeson “I’m doing a full scan on a guy from the Vanguard flight down from Logan. Peterson keep doing your normal duties, Karson go down into the terminal and wait at Gate 1 for the Vanguard to arrive. Log your comm unit onto Channel 21 and I’ll issue instructions.”

“Got it” nodded Ripley.

“Good. I’m scanning the guy’s emotions so I want you to ask him for his passport so I can get a read. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

It was a standard ISS practice; with the sensors picking up every emotion a good way to test nervousness was to have a guard approach the suspect. Most people couldn’t avoid giving away some emotion.

Riding the elevator down into the terminal Ripley waddled past the food court toward Gate 1. She glanced over at the Mega Burger. The skinny guy who hat the hots for her was definitely checking her out. He was along way from Ripley’s “type” but it was a nice ego boost to have the attention. Ripley was a pretty regular Corp girl and it was fun to have that kind of impact on a guy.

“Okay Karson, stand right where you are” said Kirk’s voice in her ear. Ripley stood next to two Vanguard Spacelines employees next to the arrival gate.

Whilst Ripley waited another guard arrived and stood next to her. The guard was Jayson Boyens and had been in Ripley’s high school year. Whilst she’d played for the female Powerball team he’d been on the male team. Like Ripley he too had packed on the pounds since he’d stopped training for the game.

“You got the same orders as me?” asked Jayson.

“I dunno.”

There was an awkward silence. Neither Ripley Karson or Jayson Boyens had graduated from Messina High as A grade students.

“Ummm…”

Kirk’s voice cut across both their comm links.

“Listen up you two, you both ask for the passport of a guy called Jerry Higgins. That’s all you do. You check it and wave him on. Nothing more. No independent action and no thinking. You do just that. Got it?”

Ripley and Jayson confirmed. Neither said anything more as they could hardly have a conversation with Sergeant Gleeson listening and watching their every move. They’d been buddies back at high school and Ripley had a fond memory of a drunken night where they’d both ended up in the back seat of Jayson’s car. Ripley didn’t know if Jayson had a girlfriend but she would find out. She glanced over at him. He still had his muscles but he’d got fat. His belly was like Kirk Gleeson’s only a little softer. Like Jayson ate way too much; just like her.

For his part Jayson checked her out. He remembered Ripley playing defensive line powerball back at high school and a season of college ball. She’d always been bulky but she had ballooned out big time. Her belly hung over her belt and that ass was way out there. In his playing days Jayson had focused on the cheerleaders but as an ISS guard on a pretty regular salary they didn’t seem so interested. Ripley was kinda cute and maybe she was single?

Over in the Mega Burger, Julio watched. He’d seen the Bellied Babe with a Badge take her place next to the Gate 1 arrival door and then he’d seen a porked up young male guard join her. Julio was no detective but he could read body language. Those two were on duty and following orders but they were obviously into each other. He’d watched the pair stealing glances when the other wasn’t looking.

“See, fat Corp girls like fat Corp boys” said his co-worker.

“What?”

“I’ve watched you checking her out. Now your pissed she’d more interested in the chunk of beef stood next to her.”

Julio was silent as the co-worker continued.

“That said it beats me how those two would ever have sex anyway. All that blubber would have to get in the way. I mean she’s huge and he’s got a gut out there across that state line…”

Julio half listened. New to Kane Alpha and he knew he had to change himself if he wanted to live like a Corp with a good job, new car, nice house and a girl. Right now he looked like some guy from some hard scrabble frontier planet. Which he, of course, was. The Corp security girl had been polite with him when she’d ordered her burger but she hadn’t really seen him. Not like she was seeing the big guy stood next to her. It was like he was partially invisible.

Julio looked past the two Corp guards and out onto the skyport tarmac. The sky was electric blue and he could see a dot fast approaching; it was the Vanguard Spacelines shuttle on final approach. It was the only flight to and from Logan Spaceport each day and it was by far the biggest passenger shuttle to arrive at Messina. It connected with huge inter planetary passenger lines that arrived at Logan Spaceport and brought with it hundreds of workers from other star systems looking for work and to strike it rich in the tiberium mines around Messina. The large shuttle had a first, second and third class cabin. Months back Julio had arrived squeezed into the third class cabin. He promised himself that next time he took that shuttle he could be travelling first class.

Then reality kicked in. A rich, fat Corp soccer mom approach the Mega Burger with kids in tow and said:

“I want a Double XL Mega Burger meal and two kids meals with…”

(Continued in post 10 of this thread)
 

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If only it were that simple ;) Should be another update over the weekend.
 

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Thanks for the comments :) Here is part 3 - there is an illustration for this one if you follow the link.

Part 3

With the Vanguard docked at Gate 1 the two hundred passenger onboard filed out. At the front were wealthy Corp’s travelling first class, followed by Corp contract workers or middle class vacationers returning home in second and then immigrant labor in third.

Ripley and Jayson stood and watched the passengers file through the gate, across the terminal and into the arrivals hall. None of the Corp passengers paid them much attention; a pair of fat ISS Guards were pretty standard stuff at any rural Kane Alpha skyport. As the third class non Corp passengers filed through they made more of an effort to check them out.

Some paid notice to the ISS badge on their uniforms and the plasma guns on their belts. Others from hard scrabble frontier planets where resources were scarce looked in amazement at the two bloated guards. Ripley heard a few suppressed “fat” comments and eyes directed at her girth. On duty she, like any other guard, wore protective body armor around her middle that made her look even bigger than she really was. But still Ripley was still adjusting to just how big she’d gotten.

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“Okay, this is our guy” said Kirk Gleeson’s voice across the comm link “tall skinny guy, bald head, green t-shirt and jeans.”

Ripley and Jayson stepped forward.

“Your passport.” said Jayson.

The passenger froze for a brief moment and shrugged. There was doing to be a language issue.

“Passport” said Ripley with an official tone.

The obviously nervous guy sighed. Jayson grabbed the guys travel bag and pulled out his electronic passport. Jayson turned and walked away with the passport to insert it into one of the security consoles. That left the passenger called Jerry Higgins standing with Ripley as the passengers filed past.

Ripley watched Higgins. She had been well trained to watch passenger emotions and this guy was seriously on edge. He was obviously not a Corp and didn’t have the look of an immigrant worker. His eyes were darting around the terminal building and toward the arrivals hall. Sweat was building on his forehead. It didn’t take a high tech emotional sensor to work out this guy didn’t want extra scrutiny from ISS. Ripley knew that poor people from the frontier were used as drug “mules” and this guy was ticking all those boxes.

Glancing over her shoulder Ripley saw Jayson next to the security console and two other guards approaching. Jenna Cepelak was one with an older guy she didn’t recognised. She was pleased to see Cepelak; an ex marine who could kick butt when she needed to. The previous month they’d had to clear twenty drunken frat boys off a shuttle and Jenna Cepelak had show she still had her moves.

What happened next stunned Ripley. Higgins decided to make a run for it; slamming his first into her middle he tried to run around the hefty ISS guard. Ripley grunted and stumbled back. The body armour absorbed some of the blow but it was a hit. An ex Powerball player she knew how to take a hit but carrying many pounds more than she had in her players days her response was slower. Spinning round she managed to get a hand to Higgins as he darted around her.

Then Cepelak impacted hard into Higgins. He flew backward into Ripley. With the double impact she feel backwards with Higgins landing next to her. Cepelak landed onto Higgins and delivered another blow to his middle. Reaching for her utility belt Ripley pulled her plasma gun from her holster, switched it to stun and blasted Higgins in his middle. The guy's body rippled with the plasma shock. Seconds later Jayson and the older guard were on top of him and cuffing him. Thirty more seconds later and the four members of the skyports SWAT team had piled in. Higgins himself was buried under a pack of angry cops.

Eventually Kirk made it down from the security bubble and pushed through. Higgins was battered and bruised but otherwise okay. He was groaning and talking in a language nobody could understand.

“What the hell is he saying?”

The drew black looks from the other guards.

“You speak Corp?” said Kirk to Higgins. He received another response in a foreign tongue.

“What you did there was stupid,” shouted Kirk. “Haul his dumb ass off to the prison block.”

He then turned to Ripley. “You did good there Karson.”

“Ummm…it was more like Cepelak kicked his ass…”

Kirk pulled her aside. Ripley Karson was a young and dumb sport jockette who sometimes needed talking up. He liked her and whilst she wasn’t going to make chief of police he saw her as a good, solid patrol guard. Affectionately he patted her head and said:

“You did good Ripley. Nobody expects a guy to be dumb enough to punch you right in the middle of the skyport. You recovered and then had the good sense to switch you plasma gun to stun before you shot him. In your position, on the ground with a crazy ass suspect, I’ve seen kids like you panic and use deadly force. That brings all kinds of internal investigations crap. You did good.”

“Thanks Sarge,” beamed Ripley.

“Remember, our job is to keep the peace. Not break bones and blast the hell out of everyone. That’s going to going down as a success on your record.”

“Thanks!”

“Now that language he’s speaking is Wayfairer, which nobody here is gonna speak. Haul ass over to the food court and see if we have any of the import labour can speak it. If you find one bring em over to the prison block. I’d like to know what the dumb ass is up to. If he’s one of them drug mules we need to find out what he’s ingested and get it out of him before it gives him an overload. Last thing we want is a dead guy on our hands.”

Ripley headed over to the foodcourt. She felt her belly rumble as she scanned the outlets; Mega Burger, Pizza King, Super Dogs, Bar B Cuties, Galaxybucks and Big Sub. Her belly rumbled and she felt herself salivate. Years of being exposed to the bombardment of fast food advertising and Ripley was programmed to feel hungry whenever she saw the mouth watering signs. Then she checked out the workers behind the counters. They all looked like import labor. Paying minimum wage no Corp citizen was going to work in fast food.

She worked around the Pizza King, Super Dog and had arrived at the Mega Burger. There were four workers. She recognized one as the guy who was seriously into her. Up in the security bubble she knew her buddy Kendra would be scanning him right now.

“Okay guys” began Ripley “y’all saw what happened with that guy off the Vanguard. We think he’s some kinda drug mule and could have swallowed a load of stuff that could kill him if we don’t…ummm…detoxify him. He speaks a language called Wayfairer. We don’t have a translator and would really appreciate any cooperation here.”

The guys behind the counter exchanged glances. Julio stepped forward.

“I speak Wayfairer” he said.

Ripley smiled; it was the guy who had a thing for her.

“Thank you for your cooperation, sir. Could you come with me, mister?”

“Julio Costa.”

Julio followed the Bellied Babe with a Badge across the terminal building and through into the skyports secure area. She led him through into the prison section, past the security desk and into the interrogation area. After keying a code into one of the doors they stepped into a small room. The bruised prisoner was handcuffed to a chair with Sergeant Kirk Gleeson stood over him. Another guard was stood across from them.

“Sarge, this is Julio Costa. He says he speaks Wayfairer.”

“Great, thank you for you help Mister Costa. Now I want to ask this dumb ass some questions. Let’s start with why he hit one of my guards….”

With the interrogation progressing Ripley left them to it. If the guy was a drug mule they would soon have to flush his body of whatever it was he’d taken. A messy job she had no interest in getting involved in. Instead of heading straight back to the security bubble she figured all the afternoons antics had earned her a break. So she swung by the guardroom. It was a large room with a bank of TV’s across one side showing mostly sports, seating and then a kitchen area. One other guard was lounging; Jayson Boyens.

“Hey fat boy!!” shouted Ripley.

“Fat chick.”

Ripley playfully raised her middle finger and headed over to the kitchen. She poured herself some coffee and took a pack of sugar glazed Dangerous Donuts out of the store. Jayson headed over, stopping close to her and thumping his over fed belly into hers. Ripley returned the pump. They both stood belly to belly and reached for the donuts and dug in.

“How frigging fat are we?” said Jayson with another belly pump.

”Totally,” laughed Ripley with a return pump.

“You still dating that guy, Connor?”

“No” replied Ripley “we split. You still banging all the cheerleaders?”

“Nope” said Jayson.

They both smiled at each other; they had a shared story. Powerball athletes on the way to the pro’s who’d missed the cut. Now they both had decent jobs but were a million miles from the bright lights. Not like some of their ex sports buddies who’d crashed and burned post college ball but not like the ones who make millions in the big leagues. They had a lot in common. Jayson ran his fingers between Ripley’s belt and belly bulge and pulled her in a little closer.

After their third donut the guardroom door opened and Kirk Gleeson stepped in. Julio Costa was a step behind him. Instinctively Ripley and Jayson pulled away from each other. Getting up close and personal whilst eating glazed donuts was hot but not something either one wanted their boss watching.

“Good, you two are still here. Go back to that prisoner and take him to the Cyro Chamber and flush him out. The dumb ass swallowed half a million Corp dollars worth of magic dust.”

“Can we finish our donuts, sarge?” asked Jayson.

“No, it needs to be done now.”

“Yes sarge” said Ripley and Jayson unenthusiastically.

They both headed out and Kirk stepped toward the kitchen. His eyes rested on the uneaten donuts. Three remained in the box. He thought about his ball gut and his weight. Eating donuts was half his problem. But then sugar glazed Dangerous Donuts was good. He turned to Julio.

“Thanks for your help Mister Costa. Couldn’t have done that interrogation without you. I’ll see that the help goes down on you immigration record and transfer couple a hundred bucks for your time. Standard amount we pay for translation work in an interrogation. Do you fancy a donut?”

Julio smiled. “Of course.”

Kirk handed him one and kept the other two for himself. Julio bit into the sweet treat and thought about developments. A positive comment from an ISS Sargeant on his immigration would guarantee his visa got renewed and probably get him a status upgrade. The extra Corp dollars would come in useful. Maybe he could buy a car? Today had definitely been a step forward.
 

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Several weeks on and Julio Costa was in a good mood. True to his word Sergeant Gleeson had made sure five hundred Corp Dollars were transferred to his account and put a commendation on his immigration file. That had led the Corporate Worlds authorities to upgrade his status to “green” and extend his work visa indefinitely. Within days the owner of the Mega Burger outlet had promoted him to assistant manager.

All was going good. He’d bought a car, a well used fifteen year old Pontiac with rust ringing its aero boosters; but it was a start. With what was left of the spare cash he’d signed up for the gym and started eating like a Corp. There was no doubt he was muscling up some and his waistline was getting thicker. He was going for the full on Corp beef look.

Mid morning on one of his Mega Burger late shift days and he’d called in at the Hunkz & Honeyz gym. A large gym it had the usual array of cardio exercise machines, weights machines and free weights. So far Julio had stuck to the machines. He was new to the world of gyms and hardly big enough for the guys and girls over on the free weights. They were all fully bulked up Corps lifting huge weights. Given time he planned to be over there but the gym instructors told him he needed to build his core strength up first. So he headed over to the weights machines and began.

Half way through his first set he noticed two hefty Corp girls lifting free weights. He smiled. It was Ripley Karson and her buddy Kendra from the ISS skyport guard. They were half goofing around and half lifting some serious weights. His eyes on their shorts he had to wonder if spandex had a load limit. They were both sweating and with each squat they did those glistening shorts looked ready to split clean in two. The shorts rode under two fattened up bellies. They both wore sports shirts in the colours of the Messina Rockhounds powerball team which clung tightly to their muscled and fattened up figures.

If was the first time she’d seen either of them out of their uniforms. Both had tattoo’s along their legs and when they lifted those sports shirts rode up and revealed thick bellies and Ripley had more star shaped tattoos running along her left side. The stars were distorted into mini moons as they worked around her love handles.

“Ooooooooooooooooofffff…” grunted Ripley as she worked through her final set of six squats.

She could still lift the same weight as in her Powerball days but she’d given up on the cardio work out. Dropping the supersized twin dumbbells on the ground she stepped away for Kendra to take her place. The big girl rested against the weights rack, wiped the sweat off her brow and took a long slug of Blow Out energy drink.

Her eyes scanned the gym; resting on the muscles of some of the big monster guys doing bench press and then scanning around the gym. Working for ISS she was well trained to scan a room. Her eyes rested on Julio on the shoulder press machine. He was her most dependable admirer at work and always dished up extra fries with her Mega Burger order. A smile curled on her lips.

Taking another long slug of Blow Out she strode over to Julio. He saw her approaching. His expression a mix of lust and horror. Ripley knew most import labour was wary of ISS and when she was on the job she was trained to keep her “cop look”. But out of work Ripley smiled a lot and knew Julio Costa was far from a future trouble maker. He could see the off duty side of her personality.

“Yo Julio!!!” shouted Ripley.

“Ummm…Guard Karson, I didn’t expect…”

“Outta work I’m Ripley” she said.

“Okay…”

“Whatcha doin’ liftin’ wuss weight on the machine?”

“I’m new to gyms and…”

“Machines are for wusses. Get your ass over here.”

Embarrassed but pleased at the friendly reception Julio followed her over to the free weights area. With that huge ass in too tight spandex he could have followed her anywhere. He could feel his slight build getting looked over by the oversized Corps in the free weight area. Some of the guys had muscles even bigger than their guts. Now he was in their territory. Kendra had just finished her squat set. Breathlessly she looked at Julio with a raised eyebrow and said:

“Mega Burger horn dog guy?”

Julio looked confused. He didn’t understand the expression “horn dog”. But he kept his mouth shut and tried not to gawk at the two Corp girls.

“Yup” nodded Ripley “he wants to get beefed up so I figured we could teach him our workout.”

“He sure needs to” said Kendra with a pinch to Julio’s slender arms.

“You know how to do squats?” said Ripley to Julio.

“Yes, I…”

“Then go get two dumbbells and knock out ten.”

“I’m sure I can lift the same as you girls…”

Ripley cut in.

“Babe, me an Kendra played high school Powerball when we were ten and we’ve been liftin’ ever since. No way are you gonna squat what I can do. Go get two forties and lift em!”

Julio did as he was told. He followed the two round lifting approximately a quarter of their weight. Soon the Corp guys joined in and Julio was having the ultimate lesson in power lifting. The guys pushed him on and whilst he was lifting fractions of their huge weights they seemed a good natured bunch. Far from intellectuals but as long as Julio pushed himself with the weights nobody gave him too much trouble. Banter was part of the deal but Julio was cool with that.

With the workout over Julio staggered to his car gulping down the post workout protein shake he’d been given. He could feel his muscles burning and getting through the late shift was going to be a battle.

Across the lot Ripley had loaded herself into her tripped out Dodge Ram pick-up and was gulping down her own protein shake. It was an older truck but she’d had the full Patriot Chrome body kit fitted and upgraded the Hemi engine. Every other weekend she took it down to the Messina Raceway drag strip and batted it out with the other juiced up trucks.

She powered the giant truck up and heard the supersized engine roar. She thought about the rest of her day. It was an off day for her so she planned to hook up to her home entertainment system and play the new MLP Powerball game for the Sports Station console. Then after getting to Rockhounds to the playoffs she planned to head down to the Patriot Chrome store and then wait for Jayson to get back home. He was calling round after work and his own gym session. The sex was good, he loved to eat and he was a chilled out guy to hang out with. Maybe he was more “screw buddy” thank long term partner but that was cool with Ripley at that point.

Then the onboard comm link chirped. The caller I.D. was Sergeant Gleeson. That usually meant he was short staffed and offering some over time. Halfway through the month and already into her overdraft and some over time suited Ripley.

“Hi Sarge” said Ripley after clicking the accept button.

“Karson, is that you?”

“Sure thing Sarge.”

“Where are you at?”

“Just finished at the gym. It’s my day off ya know.”

“Fancy some overtime?”

“You bet!”

“If you can work eight till midnight tonight I’ll sort you out double time?”

Ripley thought about that for a moment. That wiped out her evening. But then double time meant she would be paid for eight hours whilst working just the four. She thought about her overdraft and then her plans for buying Rockhounds season tickets and upgrading the tires on her Ram. She needed all the overtime she could get.

“I’ll be there boss.”

“Thanks Karson.”

The line went dead. Ripley gunned the gas as she accelerated onto the skyway; blasting past Julio’s slow moving Pontiac like it was stood still. The giant engine roared and then nitro booster kicked in; Ripley’s Dodge Ram was more like a giant red rocket.

11pm and Ripley was patrolling around the terminal building. Normally she worked the security bubbles tracking passengers in and out of the skyport but filling in on an overtime shift she’d been given basic patrol. Strolling around the check in halls, baggage claims and the departure hall she had very little to do and was just passing the time. Her own legs ached like hell after the gym and she was looking forward to heading home. She’s got a couple of messages from Jayson who was clearly pissed that she’d taken the overtime rather than hook up with him. Ripley ignored them and instead daydreamed about powerball and her truck.

“Hey you, chunky! Are you even awake?” shouted a male voice across the terminal building.

Ripley blinked and looked over. Her first reaction was to shoot the guy her best “cop look” and ignore him. Then she took note. The guy was middle aged, tall and distinguished with the square jawed look of a rich Corp. He wore the uniform of a Corporate Worlds Trading executive. A voice kicked in across her comm link from the two guys in the security bubble:

“Hey Ripley, be sweet with him. He’s got a security mask around him. Some big shot.”

“Gotcha guys. Thanks.”

Fixing her most respectful smile Ripley trotted over to the big shot. He was stood on the edge of the food court and had a Galaxybucks coffee in his hands.

“You’re not exactly overworked, are you chunky?”

“No sir” gulped Ripley “I’m fillin’ in a shift and…”

“You’re spending your time day dreaming?”

Ripley said nothing. Experience dealing with rich Corp travellers taught her to keep her mouth shut. This guy had rank badges that said he held Executive level rank in the wealthy trading arm of Corporate Worlds authority. She might have had authority over most travellers but this guy was way up the food chain.

“I just looked round that food court. Its full of import labor. Go do a visa check on all the workers there, chunky.”

“Yes, sir.”

If she’d been stupid Ripley could have pointed out that a visa check was done for import labor every day and there was really no point. But she took the opportunity to get away from the big shot. He would be on his shuttle and long gone before the check was done.

Working around the fast food outlets she went behind the counter and worked through the visa checks. If the managers were pissed at being asked twice by ISS for a check they didn’t show it. Like Ripley fell in line to the whims of a Corp executive the managers at the food court fell in line with ISS. With it being late in the evening and the terminal quiet there was also stacks of left over food. Every manager managed to make sure Ripley was positioned next to some easy to access food whilst they worked through the checks. Experience taught them ISS were much easier to handle when their bellies were full.

By the time she reached Mega Burger, Ripley had eaten a blueberry muffin from Galaxybucks, a chilli dog from Big Dog and a slice of meat feast pizza from Pizza King. She was feeling pleasantly full.

Word had got around the fast food outlets that an ISS visa inspection was taking place so Julio was ready for her. He had the worker records ready and had positioned apple pies close by for the Bellied Babe with a Badge to wolf down. Ripley fixed him with her “cop look” and said:

“I’m doin’ via checks. You got it ready?”

“Yes” nodded Julio.

He handed across the Mega Burger’s data file for the days workers. Ripley rested back and matched it to her data pad. She took one of the apple pies and began to eat it whilst she worked through. Julio took another and bit into it.

“Your getting an appetite too” said Ripley.

“That workout this morning has me aching all over and hungry like a Corp.”

“Keep it up and you’ll start eating like a crazy ass hungry Corp too.”

Ripley took a final bite of apple pie and handed Julio back his data file. Unsurprisingly all the workers checked out. With a yawn Ripley looked at her watch. It was now half past eleven. Just half an hour until her shift ended. She could do without heading back out and maybe running into the Executive again. That and her legs really ached from the gym.

“You got another apple pie?” she asked.

“Sure” nodded Julio, reaching across to one of the heating trays and handing two across to Ripley. She unwrapped them and dug in. Julio thought about conversation. The girl had been cool with him at the gym and was obviously in no rush to move on. Maybe it was just because she was being lazy at the end of her shift but it was also a sign that she liked him. He was tempted to just ask for a date but knew that would be dumb. Now wasn’t the time. Instead he said:

“So that tripped out Ram is yours?”

“U-huh…he’s totally awesome!!!”

“He has a name?”

Ripley smiled a little sheepishly and dropped her cop look.

“He’s called Reaper.”

“Ripley and Reaper” laughed Julio “you kind of fit together.”

“Totally!!! Boys suck but Reapers always frigging awesome, I race him at the drag strip…”

Julio listened as Ripley told him all about her truck and her drag racing. He was starting to find out about the girl behind the badge and he liked her. Ten minutes and two apple pies later Ripley was stepping out of the Mega Burger. She scanned the terminal building and established that the Executive must have gotten on his shuttle. The last commercial shuttle flight of the day had docked at Gate 3 and a small group of passengers were filing on to it. She strolled over toward them and fought back another yawn. Just fifteen more minutes to go before she clocked off.

Her mind wandered on to Julio. He was different but if he kept working out he could look kinda hot. What’s more he’d listened to her talking about Reaper and her drag racing. Probably he was doing that because he wanted to get into her pants but still it was fun conversation. There was also something about him. Something that suggested he would achieve a lot.

He’d arrived on Kane Alpha fresh from some nowhere frontier planet and already he was managing the Mega Burger. What would he achieve in the long haul? Ripley glanced behind her; he was stood watching.

She turned back, bit her lip and thought. Maybe Julio did have potential.

(Continued in post 15 of this thread)
 

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Thanks for the feedback :) This one has now grown in a 6 part story + an epilogue so there will be more to come.
 

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Here's Part 5. There one more chapter and an epilogue to go. You can also check out another digital art pic of Ripley by following this link:

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Part 5

Several months along and ISS Guard Jenna Cepelak couldn’t believe how fat she’d gotten as she walked across the skyport terminal. She’d joined ISS after leaving the Corporate Worlds Shock Troopers and, like the vast majority of ISS staff, had ballooned.

Six months back she’d been promoted to Corporal with Sergeant Gleeson favoring her as a result of her shock trooper experience. Jenna wasn’t so sure how much use that was any more. At her weight she was every bit the over fed civilian her fellow guards were. Most days she just wanted to work through her shift so she could get back to her home entertainment system, boyfriend and whatever else was going on in her life.

Her weight gain had been spectacular. The former Shock Trooper was bulging in all directions with a hefty belly, thick thighs and a super sized ass. There had been a time when she could run miles. Now she would struggle to run anywhere. Not only was she fat but she had a waist line to match any other ISS guard at Messina. The former badass Shock Trooper had wanted to gain weight and now she’d gotten what she’d wanted.

Pausing at the Galaxybucks outlet she bought two venti extra shot coffee’s and headed for the security bubble. Normally Jenna worked the perimeter patrol but with another staffing screw up she was pulling four hours over time. Taking a sip of her coffee she stepped into the elevator and went up. Ripley Karson and Kendra Peterson were sat in front of the monitors looking down on the terminal. Kendra was spending the afternoon at a surveillance training seminar so Jenna was filling in for the second part of her shift. The two squeezed past and Jenna sat down.

“Hey, you brought me Galaxybucks!!!” exclaimed Ripley.

“You bet, extra shot too” said Jenna, handing over one of the cups.

“Slammin’”

Settling down Jenna logged onto the surveillance equipment and her side of the console burst into life. Data on the collection of passengers and workers down in the terminal building began to flow. It constantly amazed Jenna how much information the ISS systems contained on each citizen on Kane Alpha. No doubt it was Big Brother gone crazy.

“Okay, any BOLO’s?” asked Jenna. It was a standard question for the start of any surveillance shift with BOLO meaning Be On the Look Out.

“MPD sent their usual list, that’s it.”

The BOLO list was sent daily to ISS from the Messina Police Department. It was a list of all suspects who were considered a reasonable flight chance. Most hit the skyways but some made for the skyport. A shuttle ride to Kane City and they would be lost in the metropolis or make it onto the Vanguard and they would be on Logan Spaceport. Jump on the next intergalactic vessel and they would be long gone from the Kane Star System.

“Okay, got it” said Jenna whilst sipping her Galaxybucks.

“This dude looks kinda freaky” said Ripley, pointing at a mug shot.

“Yeah, he ain’t Mr GQ is he?”

Ripley laughed whilst Jenna tried to get comfortable. The seats were made to accommodate the wider load posteriors of ISS personnel but her belt continued to dig into her middle. Eventually Jenna reached under her belly hang and unbuckled her belt. Liberated her girth popped forward.

“That’s better” sighed Jenna.

“Gotta let it hang!”

“Lookin’ pretty fatso yourself” said Jenna with an eye to Ripley’s own bloated middle. A thick gut rested over the girls lap and it was pushing the buttons on her uniform tight and small gaps were appearing as her seated figure spread out. Jenna could make out the detail of the white t-shirt Ripley wore under her uniform shirt.

“I know!!” said Ripley with a pat to her middle.

“Rumour has it your pretty sweet with the hunky guy who manages the Mega Burger?”

“Kinda!”

“Any hot action?”

“Non of your friggin’ business!”

“So not yet?”

“He’s shy!” protested Ripley.

“Or he’s after more than a basic level ISS guard? I mean face it Rip, our job is hardly like a big deal. Is it?”

Ripley gulped and nearly chocked on her coffee. She hadn’t thought about Julio like that. In her head he was a cute but slightly clueless guy from some frontier planet. But no doubt he was changing. He had bulked up big time from the gym, had a cool hair style and got on with people. He was now managing the Mega Burger outlet and had a promotion on the way.

Hardly major league in the scheme of things but then Ripley herself was far from a big shot. She was a pretty regular Corp girl. Genetically perfect, but then most middle class Corps were, but not rich enough to pay for the surgery that would make her unique. Hopefully he liked her personality? Maybe he had a thing for ex Powerball athletes who gave their pick-up trucks macho names?

Jenna noticed the expression change. In her early thirties she was older than Ripley and have seen other star systems in her travels as a Shock Trooper. Mostly blowing the hell out of terrorist groups resisting Corporate Worlds expansion on other star systems but it gave her a perspective. She could sometimes say things a little too bluntly and didn’t want to knock Ripley Karson’s confidence. The girl was far from the sharpest knife in the drawer and needed building up, not knocking down.

“Hey Rip, I didn’t mean it like that! You’re really cool but I’m just saying….”

“I know what you’re sayin’!” cut in Ripley.

“One gal to another, make your move on that boy quick cos he’s too hot and smart to stay single for long.”

“Gotcha” nodded Ripley.

Moments later the attention alarm kicked in on the monitors. Whilst they scanned the passengers below the security bubble itself was scanned by ISS headquarters in downtown Messina. An alarm kicked in every time the guard’s attention drifted too far from their work. The pair rolled their eyes and returned back to the monitors. Ripley tried to focus but her mind was fixing on Julio. She had a break in an hour and maybe she could talk to him?

An hour or so later Julio watched Ripley head out on her break. He watched her make her usual trip to the ladies room and then head over to the food court. She looked hotter than hell in her beige uniform and Julio felt his heartbeat quicken. Over the past months he’d gotten to know her through the gym and her drag racing and he liked her. She could be loud and every bit the jockette but she had a good heart and was easy to get on with. With his improved bulked up and cool looks Julio was getting plenty of attention but he still had a crush on Ripley. Deep down he knew she was the one for him.

But how did he move things forward? She was a good buddy and they had fun together but she’d never made a move on him. Was she some closet racist? She didn’t seem to be and Julio knew Ripley’s own mom was an immigrant to Kane Alpha. The planet had only been settled by humans for a couple of hundred years so there was no such thing as a completely native Kane Alpha family. So it was something else.

A light bulb clicked in Julio’s head. Ripley lacked confidence. Crazy as it was that the big Corp girl who could lift amazing weights in the gym, had played college Powerball and walked around with a plasma gun on her belt most of the day lacked confidence. Julio took a breath. It was time to take charge.

“Yo Julio” said Ripley.

“Hey Rip, head back here because I want to talk to you.”

“Sure.”

Curious she walked behind the outlet counters into the backroom. Usually he dished her up a burger and fries but this seemed to be different. She checked out his new muscles and hefty middle. He was going to need a new Mega Burger shift soon. She trotted into Julio’s small office. He closed the door behind her.

“What’s up?”

Using the strength he’d gained from hours in the gym Julio pushed her against the wall and planted a kiss on her surprised lips. He paused for a second to give her the chance to push away. She didn’t. He dove back in. They kissed long and slow. The pair continued to explore each others hot spots until the comm link of Ripley’s utility belt kicked in and Corporal Jenna Cepelak said:

“Hey Rip, sensors are picking up some hot action behind the Mega Burger. Seeing as you’re around there can you go check it out.”

Ripley pushed Julio away and said into the comm link.

“Sure I’ll check it out.”

She was on duty and making out was definitely against regulations. Jenna was both covering for her and making it clear she needed to stop. Julio fixed her with a smile and said:

“You can’t make out on duty?”

“No” laughed Ripley.

“You gonna cuff me and taser me?”

“Nope.”

“Shall we cut the crap?” said Julio.

“Sure.”

“I think your hotter than hell and I’m gonna ask you out tonight. Let’s get some beers, load up that big ass truck of yours and head out under the stars. How does that sound?”

“Awesome!!!” said Ripley with a beaming smile.

He kissed her lips again and said:

“Okay get your ass outta here before the SWAT team burst in on us.”

“I’ve still got ten minutes of my break, so…”

“I’ll fix you a triple Mega Burger, okay?”

“Slammin’!”

Sitting down in the food court Ripley wolfed down her Mega Burger meal; knowing full well Julio was checking her out all the time. After blitzing the burger Ripley headed back to the security bubble. Sitting herself back down she logged back onto the system and unbuckled her belt. She had a cheesey grin across her face that she couldn’t wipe off. With a deadpan expression Jenna said:

“So how was your break?”

“It was okay”

“You bust the two horn dogs behind the Mega Burger?”

“Yup” nodded Ripley whilst trying to keep a straight face.

“I guess you just gave them a caution, no arrest?”

“Yeah, they just kinda moved on” replied Ripley.

The two smiled at each other. The conversation was for the benefit of whoever was monitoring them. Jenna held her fist out and they discreetly fist pumped. Lunchtime with Julio had been a touchdown and that evening Ripley planned on a conversion.
 

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