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

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samster

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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.”

ILLUSTRATION: http://fav.me/d6elcbh

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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