Krystal, Cornerian Buffet

Shortly after their ordeal on planet Sauria, Fox McCloud had spent the following week showing Krystal the expansive universe of the Lylat system. Visiting different worlds and space ports, the blue vixen was in awe of how much existed beyond her homeworld. The population and scale of other societies made her planet look like a sandbox in comparison. Traveling across the stars, learning of different races and cultures, their journey eventually led them to Fox’s homeworld of Corneria.

Free of any missions for the time being, the Star Fox team spent the day with some much needed rest and relaxation. Krystal adjusted surprisingly well to the busy skyways and populated areas of the city. The basic necessities like food, water and shelter, were all readily available to everyone, with no tribes or dangerous creatures to fight over control of them. The land was relatively at peace, and she was drawn to it like a moth to a lamp.

Each piece of technology she came across fascinated her, from simple trinkets that blinked or made noise, to the odd gizmos and gadgets citizens used in their daily lives. Within the marketplace, she begged Fox to help her find every product she saw advertised on a telescreen. In the theater, she grew anxious looking at the large images on the projection screen, fearful they might jump out and attack. Though she was used to flying, the speed of the air taxis had her holding onto Fox for dear life. Overall, the day had been eventful. But what stood out to Krystal more than anything else, was the divine taste of Cornerian cuisine.

The basic meals they had in their week of space travel paled in comparison to the street vendors and outdoor restaurants they visited that same day. Each bite of a slice of pizza or ice cream cone was like a miracle in her mouth. Everything was steeped in flavor, far surpassing even the sweetest fruit back on her homeworld. Good eating was just a few steps away around every corner, free of dangerous predators fighting over the spoils. The Cornerians had no clue just how spoiled they were, and Krystal grew eager to make the most of her time there.

As the day began winding down, dinnertime had finally approached. A variety of food options had intrigued Krystal throughout the day, but none more than an ad on a telescreen that baffled her mind. She bombarded Fox with questions about the all you can eat buffet. All her life she simply ate what she needed to survive, such was the way on Sauria. But on Corneria, there exists a place where beasts can freely fill themselves as much as they like? She just had to see this place for herself.

Near the center of the Cornerian shopping plaza, the buffet building glowed with bright neon lights. Groups of families and friends entered in and out through the automatic opening doors; the smell of the buffet’s mouth watering delicacies escaped into the night air.

“Here we are,” spoke Fox, “just one of Corneria’s different buffet chains.”

Krystal tilted her head, expecting such a prodigious bastion of food to have looked as impressive as it was advertised. “This is the all you can eat place? It just seems like another building.”

“There are definitely nicer places to get food. People mostly come here because it’s cheap and they could have as much as they like. I could show you this great restaurant in the upper city I know you’ll love.”

Krystal contemplated Fox’s words, but upon seeing two large friends leaning over each other for balance, groaning and grunting with satiated contentment, her interest peaked once more. “Actually, how about we give this place a chance? Perhaps it’ll be far better inside?”

Krystal followed a family of beasts inside the buffet, with Fox tailing close behind her. They stood behind a short line, with a robot server assigning customers to their seats. The perfume of hot delectable food filled the room, enticing the vixen’s taste buds and growling stomach. The dining area was packed with hungry patrons, eating numerous plates of colorful foods all to themselves, or walking back to their seats from the serving area, balancing plates with their arms.

Reaching the front of the line, Fox paid the fee and they were directed to their table. Right as their robot server handed them their drinks and empty plates, Fox received a message from his communicator. “Great,” he said with a disgruntled tone, “our first day back on Corneria and Falco’s already getting into trouble. I’m so sorry, Krystal. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

“Oh, I’ll come with you,” said Krystal, her stomach awkwardly growling.

“It’s fine, really, I’d hate to keep you waiting.”

“Well…okay. What am I supposed to do?”

“We’ve already paid. So just grab a plate, walk up to the serving area and serve yourself whatever you like.”

“Anything I want?”

“Sure, that’s why it’s all you can eat. Be back in a bit, just wait for me here.”

Fox ran out the door, leaving Krystal awkwardly standing at her table. She picked up her plate, holding it up to her chest as she timidly walked up to the serving area. As she passed by other customers at the tables, she spied at all the different foods they ate. Strange red colored creatures resembling the sea life on her own planet caught her attention, along with tinier variants, all of which were drizzled in a yellow liquid. The creamy white stuff covered in brown liquid and a multi layered food covered in what Fox called, “cheese,” and, “sauce,” also made her stomach rumble. As alien as Cornerian food was to her, there was no denying its alluring smells and presentations.

She stood at the center of the serving line, observing the other beasts who joined her. She mimicked their actions, placing her plate on the flat surface in front of the food, then used whatever utensils were available to take food from their trays. She began by serving herself half a plate of, “maccaroni,” and a quarter plate of both, “potato salad,” and, “rice,” all words she was unable to pronounce. She then walked back to her table, and took her seat.

Looking to nearby tables, she watched how the other beasts ate their food, whether to use the utensils in front of her or use her bare paws. She had still not grown accustomed to which foods must be eaten in which way, having used utensils aboard the Great Fox during their time in space, but using her hands for the pizza and ice cream here on Corneria. She picked up her spoon and scooped up some of the macaroni, feeling the warm heat brush up under her muzzle.

Taking her first bite, she murmured with bliss at its succulent taste. The gooey thickness of the cheese lavished her tongue, its warm texture caressing her throat as she swallowed. Mixing it with the rice and potato salad brought an equally tantalizing combination of flavor that made her practically melt in her seat. She rapidly scooped up the remaining food on her plate, liking it clean and washing it down with the sweet tasting black liquid Fox called, “soda.”

“Mmm, delicious,” Krystal cooed, “and to think these Cornerians get to enjoy food like this every day. There’s nothing like this back on Sauria.” Finishing her drink, she looked at Fox's empty plate. “I’m sure he won’t mind. There’s plenty more to go around.”

With Fox’s plate in paw, Krystal once more left her seat to grab more food. She served herself two plates this time, one loaded with her previous selection, and the other covered with, “spaghetti.” Putting the plates on her table, she filled herself two more glasses of soda. She spun in her fork a large wad of spaghetti, bulging her cheeks as she chewed it down with difficulty. She winced, feeling the barely chewed food slither down her gullet, but its tantalizing taste superseded any discomfort. To her, food this good was worth straining herself over.

Finishing her two plates, the vixen headed back to the serving line, returning to her table with three, then with four. The heavenly flavors of Cornerian food brought her satisfaction she had never thought possible from something as simple as eating. Bugs, fish and wild vegetation on Sauria were all she had known her entire life. Even the cooked meals lacked any decadent substances resembling cheese or butter. With each dish she ate tasting better than the last, she was eager to enjoy every selection the buffet had to offer.

From sea food to desserts, Krystal blithely stuffed her face, spoiling her slender physique with more food than she’d ever had in all her days. Her body’s survival instincts had begun working against her, greedily compelling her to continue gorging, as if not knowing the next time she’d ever be able to enjoy such cuisine ever again. She grew oblivious to the fullness of her once slim stomach, along with how much she was ingesting. Each plate of food she finished may as well have been her first, with fullness finally setting in after finishing the last selection of food at the end of the serving line.

Krystal huffed a content sigh of relief, leaning back in her chair. Cleaning off food stains on her jumpsuit, she finally noticed the effects twenty plates of food had left on her figure. Her once slim stomach now distended as a round chubby orb that rested on her lap. A formation of rolls and love handles protruded from her jumpsuit. Her thighs felt fuller, taking up further space on her seat. Incessant gurgling and churning emanated from her gut, yet it didn’t feel like a stomach ache. Her face blushed a bright red as she prodded her belly, embarrassed by watching a digit press into it like a ball of dough.

Have I really eaten that much, Krystal thought to herself, continuing to squish her belly with the tip of her digits. Why didn’t I stop sooner? And…why does this oddly feel…kinda good?

Sliding both her paws down her side, she began gently squishing at her flabby waist and soft thighs underneath the table. Her eyes nervously shifted around from beast to beast, making sure nobody watched her squishing her body. She felt a slight pang of guilt for vandalizing her once slim figure, lacking any sort of awareness of what her overeating was doing to her. And yet, she still couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of completely indulging herself, and the rich feeling of fullness that came with it.

Maybe I should just wait for Fox to return? The thought crossed her mind, along with how she’d bashfully explain being able to glut down twenty plates of food in one sitting, while still not remaining full. She continued scanning the room, watching the other customers enjoy themselves on the buffet’s bounties. She grew further intrigued by some of the heavier looking beasts around her, animals that made her and Fox look like twigs in comparison. These unapologetic gluttons served themselves multiple plates as she did, overeating without remorse and enjoying each moment. One male even let out a hearty belch before smacking his large drum of a gut.

She looked down at her chubby belly, hugging it as it let out a sudden grumble. Be it the food, the environment, or some dormant part of herself that enjoyed eating, Krystal couldn’t explain her sudden fascination for gorging herself. And yet, she felt herself drawn to it like the heavier customers around her. Just the thought of loading up more plates of food enticed her, slapping a wide grin across her face. Another round of eating was just a short walk away, and with Fox still not here, she saw little reason to stop now.

“Guess it wouldn’t be an all you can eat buffet if I didn’t have all I could possibly eat. I think I just might enjoy the Cornerian way.”

Her belly rumbled with agreement as she stood up from her seat. Walking back to the serving line, she grabbed herself four plates, each with food she enjoyed the most: buttered lobster tail, shrimp, crab and salmon. She took as much as she could carry in each plate, carefully balancing each in her arms. Sitting down at her table, she dove back into her sumptuous feast, slurping up the delectable-buttery meat with barely any chewing involved. She ate with such gluttonous greed that she finished her fully loaded plates in a matter of minutes before getting up to grab more.

She continuously loaded up on her same meals until she managed to outpace the cooks in the kitchens, leaving four empty trays on the serving line. Loading four new plates of lasagna, pizza, fries and casserole, she jovially walked back to her table with a pizza in her mouth. Likewise, she filled herself multiple glasses of soft drinks, washing down each mouthful with great relish.

Once more, she became engrossed in her gluttony, allowing herself to truly let go. Stuffing her face till her cheeks filled to the brim, she blithely gulped down large portions well beyond what her throat was used to. Each mouthful landed within her stomach with a satisfying glorp, further stretching the fabric of her jumpsuit an inch at a time. Patrons from other tables looked on in awe at this chubby vixen wolfing down food like she hadn’t eaten in days, belching and groaning whenever she stood up from her seat to fill up her plates yet again.

What was an hour's worth of overeating felt like a few minutes to Krystal. Finishing another four plates, her chair groaned in unison with her. She leaned herself back, making some distance between herself and the table. The tightness of her jumpsuit tightened around her corpulent figure like a vice, compelling her to unzip it down the middle and dig through its taut confines to pull her belly out. Scooping it out, it spilled in between her lush thighs with a loud blorp. Free to expand out in front of her, the vixen sighed with contentment.

“I think, *bworp*, I can get used to this.”

Krystal kneaded her swollen gut, feeling her indigested gorge churn underneath her digits. She grinned at the size and heft of her large stomach, playfully letting it slip from her paws and plop down on the chair. The tightness of her jumpsuit also hadn’t been lost on her. Underneath its stretchy fibers was a full figured vixen just waiting to burst out. She could even hear the brabric strain as she moved her arms and legs eager to freely wobble along with her now free belly and chest.

She patted it like a drum, grinning back at a customer who promptly picked up their belongings and left, not even bothering to finish the rest of their food. “Mmm, I can see why, *orp*, Cornerians enjoy getting so fat. This actually feels…quite amazing.” Krystal stood back up from her seat, feeling the heft of her gut weigh her down. She patted it with a single paw while holding onto her chair for balance. “If this is what the Cornerian lifestyle is all about, *urp*, I’ll be the best Cornerian I can be.”

Jutting her belly outward, she waddled her way back to the serving line for one final hurrah. Rather than make return trips back to her table and tire herself out, Krystal opted to stay standing up and eat directly where the food was being served. She only used a single plate this time, loading it up with as much food as she could before pouring it all down her maw. The rush from swallowing more food than she could physically fit within her cheeks caused her to moan with pleasure, feeling each mouthful stretch her gullet and land in her gut with a glorp.

Lost in her wanton desire to grow larger, the vixen was oblivious to her jumpsuit beginning to rip apart. Her arms and lower body began bursting through the seams, exposing ample portions of her blue fur to all around her. After finishing four more trays of food, her hips and waistline powered through, stretching it as far as it would go. Her jumpsuit slipped off her body in tatters, revealing the chunky-corpulent vixen that was hiding underneath.

Free from its prison, Krystal’s blubbery visage jiggled without any constraint. The new sensation of feeling the full depth of her fat wobbling about caused her to pause from her eating momentarily and appreciate her girth. She ran her paws down her luscious waist and hips, murmuring with delight at how wide she felt. She could feel the rolls on her back and her prodigious rear shake with just the slightest step. Her neck appeared to vanish beneath her more broad shoulders and a stout second chin. Her belly grew so large she could barely cradle it in her arms, portions of it blubber seeping between her arms and digits. It was like hugging a giant sloshing marshmallow that constantly plopped against your thighs.

Krystal’s attention returned back to the food when a cook reluctantly refilled a tray of spaghetti in front of her. She carried on for another hour, waddling up and down the line from tray to tray. As she deprived other customers of food, some began to leave, while others confronted her over her greed. With her mind focused only on gluttony, their protests fell on deaf ears as she belched in their faces or snatched what little food they had managed to serve for themselves, eating it in front of their eyes. Muffling her giggles, she’d give her large gut a shake at them, then return to her gorging.

When she finally managed to outpace the cooks, who weren’t too keen on feeding only one customer, Krystal waddled her way over to the soft drink machine. She positioned her mouth under each nozzle and drained each of their contents one at a time. Her belly sloshed and pressed against the machine, shifting around her indigested gorge like water in a balloon.

Krystal’s feast finally came to an end after finishing the remaining food on the serving line one final time, and any leftovers customers left around at their tables. Every customer had long left the building, unable to so much as enjoy a slice of pie thanks to Krystal wolfing food down the moment it arrived. Even customers who managed to get food found it hard to eat with the vixen’s thunderous sloshes, moans, hiccups and belching constantly echoed throughout the establishment. By the time the robot server asked her to leave the premises, she had already eaten more than fill, and gladly lumbered her way out the door.

The peaceful city night was suddenly disturbed by Krystal’s hedonistic racket. Finding a nearby steel bench, she sighed with relief, finally able to set her hulking weight down. She tilted her head back, groaning as her massive gut hung over the front of the bench and spilled between her knees. Her hips were but a foot away from the bench edges, while her rear slightly pushed her forward, making resting her back against the bench awkward.

“*Hic-hilp*, what a night,” Krystal sighed, “I can’t believe, *urp*, I was able to gorge that much, and get so, *hic-hilp*, huge.”

Krystal slipped her paws down her swollen gut, caressing her large-hulking body. She looked in dazed awe at her size; even the largest customer at the buffet only made up a third of her in comparison. “*Mmff*, I could definitely get used to this.”

“Krystal?”

In the middle of squeezing her belly, Krystal grinned through her plump cheeks at Fox, standing across from her, his fur standing on end. “Hey, *bworp*, Fox. About time you came back.”

“Falco got himself into some trouble and I had to bail him out. W-what happened to you?”

“The buffet happened,” Krystal wobbled her gut, “I made the most out of it, *hic-hilp*, since it was all you can eat. I think the Cornerian way of life suits me well.”

“You weren’t actually supposed to eat everything. How did you do it anyway?”

“I don’t know, I just, *hic-hilp*, kept having my fill of everything they served. Even though I felt so stuffed after a while, I just wanted to keep eating. Maybe I was just meant to be a glutton; from what I’ve seen of Corneria today, it seems like it’s encouraged.”

Thinking back on the day, Fox regretted taking Krystal through the market district where all the food advertisements played. “I think you’ve had enough of Corneria for one day. Come on, let's get back to my place. Hopefully you still might be able to fit on the bed.”

“Would you mind, *hic-hilp*, helping me up?”

Krystal reached out with her arms. With all his strength, Fox pulled her up to a standing position, his muzzle squishing against her sloshing belly as she stood upright. He quickly backed away, turning around to hide his blushing expression. Krystal had caught it however, mutually enjoying how small he was compared to her now. She wrapped an arm over his shoulder, intentionally holding him close and squishing him against her thigh and waist. For all the pleasure overeating and being fat gave her, having Fox around to squish against her heft was the cherry on top.