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It seemed like it would be just another mission for team Star Fox; fight their way to the planet, land, deploy, defeat the enemies, get out, done. At first it was all going as suspected, even when they landed nothing seemed suspicious. Sure, the enemies immediately retreating was unusual, but not unheard off, and every scanner they had concluded that the air was safe and breathable. So the team left their mothership to split up and hunt their targets down; Falco, cocky as always taking the lead.
It took a good while before Falco noticed there was something strange with the planet's atmosphere that the scanners hadn't picked up. Some form of unknown micro-organism? Symbiotic spores? A weird concentration of carbohydrate-like molecules in the moisture of the air? Whatever it was, ever since he had started breathing in the planet's air his body had been producing, swelling with, excessive fat-tissue at an exponential rate. Thanks to a combination of the auto-adjusting anti-gravity devices in his suit, it's elastic one-size-fits-all fabric and his laser-focus on the horizon, trying to get a few shots on in the enemies before they disappeared out of view, he was already at the cusp of obesity by the time he even noticed. Still his pride got the better of him, and he soldiered on, sure he was just about to land a hit and turn the chase around in his favour..
A couple hundred kilos later Falco was still not any closer to his goal. Whenever he was getting within shooting range of his opponents they quickly rushed out of sight again, and it began to dawn on him that they were waiting for him to catch up with them, watching him. All the while his body had kept on bloating and growing with soft, squishy blubber; making it harder and harder for him to make it back to safety in time before the anti-grav tech in his suit, the only thing still keeping him somewhat mobile, overload and fail; leaving him trapped as a permanently swelling blob of adipose. Reluctantly Falco realized the massive mistake he had made, and, hoping at-least some of his teammates had been smarter than him, he tuned on his communicator to call for help...
Turns out Falco was right, as soon as he noticed something was wrong Fox had the good sense to return to the ship to call in backup and warn anyone else who might approach the planet. Unfortunately Fox had currently gotten his now several times wider ass stuck in one of the mothership's doorways on his way to the communications room. Seems team Star Fox won't finish this mission anytime soon, but at-least there is zero chance they are going to starve.
It took a good while before Falco noticed there was something strange with the planet's atmosphere that the scanners hadn't picked up. Some form of unknown micro-organism? Symbiotic spores? A weird concentration of carbohydrate-like molecules in the moisture of the air? Whatever it was, ever since he had started breathing in the planet's air his body had been producing, swelling with, excessive fat-tissue at an exponential rate. Thanks to a combination of the auto-adjusting anti-gravity devices in his suit, it's elastic one-size-fits-all fabric and his laser-focus on the horizon, trying to get a few shots on in the enemies before they disappeared out of view, he was already at the cusp of obesity by the time he even noticed. Still his pride got the better of him, and he soldiered on, sure he was just about to land a hit and turn the chase around in his favour..
A couple hundred kilos later Falco was still not any closer to his goal. Whenever he was getting within shooting range of his opponents they quickly rushed out of sight again, and it began to dawn on him that they were waiting for him to catch up with them, watching him. All the while his body had kept on bloating and growing with soft, squishy blubber; making it harder and harder for him to make it back to safety in time before the anti-grav tech in his suit, the only thing still keeping him somewhat mobile, overload and fail; leaving him trapped as a permanently swelling blob of adipose. Reluctantly Falco realized the massive mistake he had made, and, hoping at-least some of his teammates had been smarter than him, he tuned on his communicator to call for help...
Turns out Falco was right, as soon as he noticed something was wrong Fox had the good sense to return to the ship to call in backup and warn anyone else who might approach the planet. Unfortunately Fox had currently gotten his now several times wider ass stuck in one of the mothership's doorways on his way to the communications room. Seems team Star Fox won't finish this mission anytime soon, but at-least there is zero chance they are going to starve.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
Species Avian (Other)
Size 1280 x 802px
File Size 158.8 kB
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