Fiber Optic Bundles of Joy Part 8

WARNING! The following includes weight gain, gas, high speed escapes from alien pursuit, introspection and all around amazing writing!

Once more, written by RabidBadger from FAhttp://www.furaffinity.net/user/rabidbadger

Illustrated by me! Thank you as always, for your continued support <3

This week's image sponsored by Joe The Englishman! Who bid highest in a YCH to such extent that he's won a permanent spot in our crew as well as his character to be featured in last week, this week, and three weeks to come!

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Agatha’s first thought on seeing the bulkhead ahead of them was that it didn’t look as bad as she was afraid of – no swarms of nasty bots or fire everywhere – no hull breaches or horrible screams. Joseph on the other hand was torn between feeling like it was too quiet, and – well, too quiet. Was this whole threat just a ruse, and him a rube for falling for it? Their movement forward was steady, and silent – maglev plates were good at that – though Agatha felt an ominous rumbling in her gut starting to churn and move, Joseph was catching hints of it through where he lay sprawled on her belly as well, but only the mouse knew it was probably a preparation for needing to move quickly at a moment’s notice.

There were still sounds coming from everywhere – that was the problem with stations. Corridors and metal everywhere, sound traveled forever in these place, so there was a cacophony of bangs and voices but no obvious source yet. The trick, all three of them knew, was going to be that the promenade was between them and the ship. As it was they were still making their way through maintenance tunnels. They’d reach a door, four or five seconds would go by while the clearance check initiated, then it would open – though after two such doors it became apparent this wasn’t acceptable to all and sundry.

“Ugh! I wish I could get this security decrypted and make these things go faster, but your architecture just isn’t cooperating. I’ve got nothing to work with.”

Agatha winced a little, sharing what she hoped was a sympathetic look with the otter riding her belly while her internal child voiced his displeasure. For his part, the otter’s return look was difficult to read. It might have shared that sympathy, or he might just still be reeling from how insane this day had turned on such short notice. Or perhaps-

“Hell and Chrome I’m hungry all of a sudden – that your doing you great, shiny Reynard bastard?”

Agatha’s entire belly lit up at once in a massive rendition of Red’s annoyed face, shouting from below, making her whole front half vibrate in a ticklish hell.
”I am not a-! .. Wait. Technically I am. ..And yes, it’s my fault. This place has nutrient paste dispensers right? Any of em in the maintenance tunnels?”

To say that had startled Joseph would be a bit of an understatement – the only place he had been able to flee to had involved scrambling up between the mouse’s great heaving tits and clinging near her puffy jowls. They ended up sharing another glance, this time much closer, and far more clearly on the same page. Both of them chimed in, for their own reasons.

“Nutrient paste?”

“Well yes. Of course there’s a break room - two down and one to the right. There’s one for anyone really down on their luck. This isn’t really the time though, is it mate?”

Red’s visage vanished abruptly, leaving Joseph sliding carefully back down into a more stable nest of flesh. They began moving again, slowly but surely, following the general directions the otter had just given.

“It is exactly the time. You’re both hungry, we’re stopping for lunch.”

There was another agonizing five second wait at that next bulkhead, but it opened just the same. Though the corridor ahead wasn’t near as quiet looking as this. There was banging coming from the door at the far end, loud banging, and metal on metal from the sound of it. It made the float to the mid-way point and the break room access a bit of a nerve wracking exercise in balancing stealth with haste. Still, not having to touch the floor helped with that, as did the mouse and otter holding their breath. The only thing they couldn’t properly silence was Agatha’s churning stomach, which got sweating, wary glances from both organics. Getting in was another thing – Agatha’s body was notably too wide for the door.

Far too wide, it turned out. All three shared a glance, Red’s face manifesting on the surface of one of Agatha’s heaving breasts. The noises continued outside, or were perhaps getting louder? Red’s image flickered briefly, and he looked downright pained when it stabilized.

“Joseph, I’m serious – go chug as much of that as you can. I need to build more infrastructure in you, fast, so we can open those doors quicker. We need to run in a huge way as soon as that door opens, you get me? We can’t sit at each bulkhead for five seconds, and I need to be able to shut them behind us, so-“

The otter didn’t really need to finish listening (it helped that the fox made sense enough – needed material to build with after all), he’d ducked off and dashed into the room somewhere midway through the second sentence and made for the tubes. They were if nothing else easy to use, though circumstances didn’t allow for doing it the normal way. Joseph ran up to the controls, just a number pad and a large tube, nothing even remotely close to fancy for working class folks he thought to himself. There was still a moment of doubt, this was really some AI that wanted him to do this? So it could what, embed itself even further in him? But then there came a fresh clanging on the door in the hall, and that served as plenty of motivation.

“Right, sort the shit out later – worry about living to see later first.”

The otter put his lips up to the tube, and then set a brown furred finger to touching the up arrow to ready a meal’s worth of a dose, and then came the most curious sensation – his neck and arm went chilly and numb, held in place by dint of that, with the button still depressed. Joseph grunted, lips still wrapped around the tube, unable to peel himself away or let go as he felt he bland and vaguely lumpy gruel start to flood into his mouth. He really hadn’t intended to swallow after that point either, too much surprise, but his mouth and throat went to work entirely without his say so. Some sort of ancient rooting instinct, like he was a pup at his mother’s teat, suckling down what a glance at the pad was showing to be a second-third-fourth meal’s worth – and he still couldn’t let go.

The noises coming out of his throat were intermittent, had to be – between swallows and all that, but they sounded to be a frantic mix of fear and outrage. To make matters worse he was feeling a weakness spread through him, one that began in the gut and bloomed outward like light. Joseph’s right arm was still apparently under his control – small favors and all that – which led to it reaching for his stomach seeing as it felt like the source of this weirdness. The noises took a sharp turn toward outrage when he felt his paw stop a couple of inches sooner than it should, landing on a patch of something round and soft. Something he could feel keenly, in the manner of his own skin –that of course being what it was (plus a layer of cloth, which was considerably tighter against him than it had been).

Joseph glanced at the numbers again – eight, nine, ten – his maintenance outfit was fairly flexible but nothing advanced, and growing swiftly tighter. A twitching buzz possessed his hand, hitting the ‘add meal’ button over and over. When the spasm ended he found his paw returned to him as far as control went, but he could do nothing whatsoever about the total mass headed his way. The otter groped at his lips, tried to push against the wall only for his own legs and back to push back just as hard, then in a moment of panic pawed at his middle again and found he could actually feel it swelling underneath his touch. Like a time lapse of bread in an oven, his belly had grown enough that it was starting to peel apart the Velcro holding his suit on, and that tightness was spreading out to his waist as well. Everything the growth made uncomfortable bore touching, and everything he touched was soft – and growing softer, but it didn’t end there.

After some minutes the buzzing sensation returned, but not in his hand. Joseph felt a queer vibration (and a high pitched whine in his ears) suffuse every bloating inch of the virgin adipose he was growing. It was something akin to how a muscle felt when waking up after being sat on for too long, but happening all throughout his chest, belly, and ass – and still his throat opened and closed like clockwork to add more. By the time that ceased, which is to say when his body’s muscles stopped obeying his new ‘boss’ and the otter fell backward abruptly onto his newly padded posterior, coughing up gray sludge before letting out a guttural, primal shout, Joseph would in some tiny rational part of himself compare his body to those who had worked in space for a decade or two. Which is to say he knew he was at least twice as heavy as he had been moments ago, and that his efforts to re-seal the top half of his clothing were doomed.

“W-what, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! I’M FAT! DID YOU DO THIS TO THE MOUSE TOO THEN YOU-“

The otter’s nascent rant came to an abrupt stop when he heard Red’s voice, not audibly from the hallway, but inside his own head.

HEY! Calm the hell down! I told you I needed infrastructure – data storage – where the hell did you think I was going to put it? Now get your bigger ass back to mom and climb aboard! I’m getting a grip on your clearance as we speak and we’ve gotta freaking move like now!

Joseph had almost forgotten in the heat of all that insanity, of having his free will momentarily suborned, that the station was apparently in danger. Really, could happen to anyone he told himself – not every day some damn light fox pirate program thing steals your damn spine and arms because it thinks you’d look good in extra-large everything. He did make quick progress heading back to the hall though, dreading how much harder the climb would now be, and wincing internally as he felt his belly bob up and down with each pounding of his feet.

Agatha had been waiting – and not patiently. The pounding ahead was as loud as ever, and her anxiety was growing steadily as it continued. A cold sweat had joined her gurgling innards as a testament to this, which her son was doing his level best to handle as best he knew how.

This is not to say he actually knew a damn thing about how.

I swear mom, it’ll be fine. They probably have work loaders onthe other side or something, take them at least a few minutes to rip through the bulkhead. All we have to do is open it at the right moment and the thing should dump itself on its face, those bots are top heavy as all get out and if it doesn’t hit the door as resistance it’ll fall. Then we just zip over it.

Agatha looked down briefly, making just a moment of eye contact before glancing at the door again. Each pound she was wincing a little harder.

“..We’re going to fly my ass right over something that, even eventually, is capable of ripping a space station’s bulkhead open? Red come on! I can’t handle this! I was, I mean – this”

She shut her eyes to a warm flooding of something in her nerves, something that made everything feel fuzzy and soft. Her son toying with her hormones again she’d wagered.

“Dammit.. I was not ready for a day like this. Or ya know, a year like this.”

Red was, for a long moment, silent. Just a long enough one for Joseph to appear at the door, gripping folds of Agatha’s dangling belly and hauling himself up like he was scaling an enormous heated pillow fort. The three of them managed to share a single thought at that point, a rather pertinent one all things considered. Everything else could wait. For Agatha’s part there came a small addition however, some weird impulse that seized her before her child was about to run off and go fast, leaving her looking at the blinking orange dot on her chest near Joseph’s face.

“..Drive safe, but yeah – go for it.”

Joseph was left staring a little right up until the maglev plates lurched them forward as fast as the devices were able. For a brief moment he ended up with his face pressed neatly into the marshmallowy soft mass of Agatha’s right breast, reminding him a little of a much nicer version of how he’d met the two furs. Or one, plus something else? The thought of just considering Red a person came so naturally at that moment it never really occurred to Joseph to question it. He ended rolling to the side, nestled in the space between her chest and the swell of her belly.

“Whole day is straight bonkers, I swear, and dragging me along for the ride.”

The otter found he couldn’t actually see where they were going – just panels on the walls flying by and lots of mouse on either side of him. He still found himself wrestling with a pervasive chill in his body, heart pounding, but that was the fear of what was ahead at work. The position he’d landed in was awkward, legs and ass up over top of Agatha’s belly, which left him staring up at his own freshly grown one poking up through the peeled open section of his maintenance uniform. It was looking at that which ended up being the cause for Joseph narrowing his eyes immediately afterward.

The Velcro was still pulling apart. He was still growing.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. This is going to take forever to fix! I am not meant to be some puffy- ugh- fine! Right! I get it, survive first-“

He hadn’t even really waited for Red to object again, which was all well and good as it seemed Red was too busy to worry about it. They sped at that door they’d been staring down so abruptly the mouse and otter barely had time to be worried before in a series of instants it snapped open, a large yellow bipedal loading bot swung a lifter arm at empty space and fell forward, and the trio zipped just barely over top of it. In fact both of the furs were left wincing as they were treated to the screeching of some of the chrome on one of the maglev plates scraping off against the loader’s body.

The rest of the station looked, in the glances Joseph and Agatha got as they sped through it, to be a bit of a mess and then some. Warning lights pulsed, every automated system seemed to be either non-functional or actively attempting to hinder the locals in their attempts to either hide or escape, there was a large bear that Agatha gratifyingly noticed smashing a medwaldo into the floor off to their side as they veered into the promenade – which was just as chaotic as ever, for all the wrong reasons.

Joseph was looking the other direction, which is why he spotted the cargo sled when Agatha missed it. There was a black-scaled individual who he suspected resembled the station’s nominal owner, given that he looked rather draconic (something Glaurec was rumored to have had done to himself) and apparently had to move his overgrown ridged genitals around with something designed to relocate large drums of fuel. The black didn’t really stand out in the melee, but the sheer size of the man called attention. As did the extremely short bunny riding on the front of it as if she were the icon in front of a ship – multi-colored fur and a frankly bizarre grin on her face made her hard to ignore. Glaurec and the bunny seemed to be heading in a similar direction – the ship docks, though rather than taking the trio’s method of floating over the worst of it Joseph could clearly see him ramming the cart into protocol bots, cleaning drones, and even bumping a handful of other citizens out of the way as they went.

“..Can’t blame him for that. I guess.”

Agatha looked back briefly, wondering precisely what he’d been talking about, but as they crossed about the halfway mark of the promenade they had to duck lower to avoid something flying at them. A large chunk of a medwaldo, screen cracked and glitching missing one arm, actually landed on top of the mouse and near to Joseph’s face as a small part of a much larger cloud of debris Red had dodged. Mouse and otter both stared briefly, the span of a blink at most, before the damaged screen took on the image of a horrifyingly distorted saccharine smiley face – and snapped its arm out to reach for Agatha’s mouth.

Not just for, it turned out – into. The thing seemed to be gargling out something barely coherent, Joseph though he caught words like ‘our child’ and ‘contract’ but mostly it was producing a hideous and vaguely feminine parody of screaming, or laughing – maybe crying – Chrome was it ever hard to tell the difference, and he wasn’t sure he cared to learn the answer to that question. He did however snatch at the robotic arm as it entered Agatha’s muzzle and try to wrench it out. Teeth gritted in a moment of blind clarity that whatever the blazes this thing was and wanted he damn well wasn’t letting it have it. The little mouse seemed alright so far, and anyone who was a gentleman was going to help a woman in need – especially one whose arms looked like useless puddings with sausages on the end.

Otter vs. machine wouldn’t be a particularly good matchup under mostcircumstances, but the device was damaged and had little leverage. Joseph found himself able to arrest its movement right about as it got a grip on the rodent’s jaw, and then had the bright idea of planting his feet in the rest of the bot’s center mass and pushing. The sound of creaking joints and wiring began to saturate the space around them almost immediately.

“Swimmer’s physique luv – or well, ten minutes ago it was.”

He couldn’t exactly rip the medwaldo’s arm off, but when he’d bent and disconnected enough circuitry it went limp in his arms, and let go of Agatha’s face. All told it made for an easy job of kicking the thing off her body so they could get back to worrying about the rest of the mess they were in. Though as both furs noted the momentary distraction was more than enough for them to not really know where they were by then. Red had apparently made short work of getting them the hell out of the promenade, and they were currently hurtling down a wide corridor over the heads of a handful of others. They were also descending, and Agatha felt a buzzing inside her that might just be her offspring signaling the ship. Probably to open the bay doors and begin startup, or some such thing.

They did indeed see ships as they rounded the next corner – they also felt a heavy impact rock their balance – which Agatha got the added bonus of feeling something hard and heavy slam right into her right buttock alongside of.

“Ow! That’s my ass you.. ass.. Chrome and hells I’m even bad at this.”

“WATCH where you’re BLOODY going you WANK-“

“Out of our way or I swear I will- Oh, hi there!”

Agatha had by then turned her head as much as she could, Joseph having a much easier time by just perching his hands on a mound of fluff and looking over (trying to ignore as he heard Velcro teeth popping open one at a time, and felt his belly come to rest on his thighs), to see themselves smack up against Glaurec and the technicolor bunny girl – the latter of whom was climbing back up onto the hovercart and the draconic mogul’s beached member. Glaurec didn’t speak right off, he looked more than a little confused – unfocused at the very least. The bunny girl?

“The wanking comes later – less your girl there wants another go up the rump! For now if you could please just move your colossal meat buns about two feet over I’d be- there we go, thanks again luvs!”

Glaurec still wasn’t speaking, but he’d definitely turned and stared at Agatha’s buttocks as if he only half remembered fucking them like a firehose not long ago. The reverie instantly ended when the little rabbit grabbed the head of that cock she sat atop and kicked back on the body with her heels as if she were spurring a horse – which had the logical and predictable effect of making the man behind her grunt and start running toward one of the other ships, presumably either the bunny’s or his own. Agatha and Joseph found themselves once more sharing glances. They communicated something along the lines of ‘that just happened’ and ‘maybe I’m not the weirdest thing out here after all’ with surprising efficiency for the silence. Red mostly just found himself giggling a little in spite of himself, and making headway toward their ship once more.

The noise behind them was growing louder once more. A combination of inhabitants stampeding for ships, and the station mechanical presence following the most recent sighting of its intended target. Agatha was helpless about looking anywhere but up at the open cargo bay of her little ship. Joseph on the other hand saw a veritable wave of bodies and metal, knocking each other around, some outright fighting, some who looked to be coming out worse in said fights, and they were getting worrisomely close.

He ended up face planting in a breast again when the loud rumbling sound in Agatha’s gut erupted into a burst of pressure behind her and producing a sudden increase in speed. It did the trick though, by the time he’d pushed himself back up again he was seeing walls closing in around the peripheral of it, and a ramp closing not long after that, followed by the tell-tale vibrating rumble of engines kicking into gear. Agatha’s stop was abrupt, and once more dislodged Joseph of his perch as he toppled backward onto her belly, then over it – slowly sliding down to the floor as he clung to her gut. Apparently this tickled a bit since he heard the mouse giggling in spite of herself above him. Once he was fully down from, on his feet again literally and otherwise, Joseph took a slow breath. Listening for anything he could hear, looking out at the black beyond the viewscreens, looking at Agatha (and by extension, looking for Red).

“You’re with us still, right? I mean, you’re flying this right now unless I miss my guess, so-“

Joseph wasn’t really so much cut off as startled out of his sentence by Agatha shuddering visibly, and the ship doing so too. Red’s voice came through again after that, not just from Agatha’s skin but from the ship’s comms, and from vibrations in his own inner ear.

Get to the kitchen area to the right of the docking ramp and dig in! I need more storage space and processing power, and I need it like yesterday. They’re firing off some kind of broad band version of that blasted deep scan thing they did back on Cloud station and I don’t have enough in me to steer, hide, and not get peeled apart from the inside out all at the same time!

The otter looked – yeah, there was a kitchen layout of sorts over by the side of the loading doors. It looked simple, but well stocked. Recently re-stocked from the look of it actually. Dairy, bakery, meats, drinks, candies, fruits, everything. And then he looked down at himself, he’d stopped growing by now at least (he was pretty sure anyway) but the fact remained that he’d gone from a svelte and sexy figure this morning to looking like a lazy spacer with a drinking problem in twenty minutes or so – and now Red was ordering him to eat more.

And his taitor stomach was growling.

“Sod off! I’m gonna have a hell of a time losing this as it is! Just drive, it can’t be THAT hard to drive right? Pull up some controls and I’ll do it! Or-“

Joseph was once more interrupted, and startled. His legs had taken a couple halting steps forward. Not well coordinated ones, his balance was all manner of off and it took effort not to fall, but they were receiving orders from him to stay the fuck still and apparently cared not one bit to obey said orders. They continued drawing him closer as he spoke up again.

“Hey come on, you can’t – this isn’t – YOU CAN’T DO THIS! I signed up to help you with security, NOT to become a giant quivering lardass like-“

Like mom?

He wasn’t sure if that had been said to the mouse as well, and Joseph found himself instantly regretting it on multiple levels. His legs hadn’t slowed any, and he was now face to face with the controls for the food producers, noticing that the nutrient density on everything was set to some ridiculous number that had the display glitching a little on account of disabled safeties.

“Look, bloke, I get that- I mean you aren’t exactly in- I know the circumstances are insane here but we all just need to be reasonable about things. I didn’t sign up for this and-“

I will be happy to show you where you signed up for this later. Right now you need more converted biological data storage mass in you so I can do what I have to do. Now since your mouth is busy-

Joseph’s eyes had just enough time to narrow a little in wonder and worry at the choice of words Red used before he felt something cold, slimy, and about the width of a bottle neck snake up the leg of his uniform’s leg. He tried to tell his legs to shake it off, to run, to move at all – tried to will his ass to clench only for it to instantly relax to its fullest just in time to gracefully accept the day’s second ‘helping’ of nutrient paste if he had to guess. The sensation was rather new really, not really unpleasant, a kind of tingling cooling pressure that was spreading upward and inward, and growing.

“There. Now Ican really get to work.”