His flabby arms shuddered and trembled from the force of the sword crashing down onto him. He had lost his footing at just the wrong moment and had slipped an all important half-metre backwards giving his opponent the upperhand. He pushed back with all his strength but knew that he wouldn’t recover. This loss of belief was the real killer blow and the Vore Warrior knew it. How had they been so foolish as to fight an experienced Vore Warrior in this gravity? His life would soon be over, and at only 184 kg. The shame was crushing.

 

JInx and himself had left The Surplus, their home moon, only three days earlier. They had borrowed one of his Dad’s new racers and had flown four systems over to the party planet Lyx to celebrate and enjoy the Feast of Shawn, an end of summer tradition for all Surplus adolescents. 

 

The luxury planet had low gravity, perfect for a Surplus, and was hence covered in expensive hotels and resorts built especially to service the upper classes of the galaxy. It was abundant in wildlife, herds of fat juicy Gazellas roamed the fertile plains. These herbivores grazed for years on the lush terrain and grew to enormous sizes. The largest females could be as big as ten to twelve tons, more when pregnant. Gazella steak was his favourite. This was the second year that he and Jinx had come to the festival on Lyx, the previous time he had gained 25 kgs in three days. The boys were certain that this year was going to be even better.

 

The resort was overrun with spoiled Surplus youth who had spent the first two days of the feast consuming everything in sight. No feeding tubes here. All real fresh food that needed to be chewed and swallowed. He and Jinx had really gone to town. It was a real treat all paid for by The Surplus government, despite their families wealth. A benefit of belonging to the galaxy’s ruling class. Dishes and delicacies were brought in from every corner of The Union. Stolen from every subjugated race. The Surplus teens devoured nutrient rich quazi eggs the size of dolphins, whale caviar from Sturrup, and giant land shrimps from the forests of Gudiver. All of it extortionately expensive and fattening. Their already balloon shaped bellies grew quickly from the calorie rich cuisine. Both boys had ambitions to become officers in The Surplus Army so it was essential that they continued to gain weight in order to meet the entry criteria.

 

No one had expected to see a Vore Warrior on Lyx amongst hundreds of hungry adolescent Surplus. He had no reason to be in this quadrant and no Warrior had dared to visit The Surplus Moon since the end of the last war. Why the lone warrior was there became the talk of the feast. Why would he risk peace by coming so deep into their territory? Had he been sent by The Commune? Or was he a lone traveller? Either way he was taking a huge risk by walking amongst them so brazenly. One or two of the youngsters whispered that he might even be there to hunt, but that couldn’t possibly be true. They were just saying that to scare each other. That would be an act of war.

 

On the second evening Jinx had scored some blowspice. This was the drug of choice for rich hungry Surplus youth. Blowspice cost 500 coins a gram but it was worth it due to its multifaceted effects. A single line could slow a Surplus metabolism by 50% allowing for easy extra gains, a real benefit for a wannabe army recruit. In addition it gave a long-lasting high that increased confidence and immaturity. The perfect party high for The Feast of Shawn. He and Jinx openly did three lines each at the dinner table, in order to show off to the others, before launching into yet another stomach straining course of delights.

 

As they ate the high hit and their confidence grew along with their appetites. Jinx started talking about how one day he would be big enough to kill scores of Vore Warriors. Once he more than doubled his weight he would become one of the greatest Surplus Soldiers ever to live. He wasn’t scared of no Vore Warrior, no matter how many powers it had collected. This boasting encouraged the boys to engorge more. They could feel themselves filling up with untold amounts of high fat foods and pride. They were after all a part of The Surplus, they deserved everything that was coming to them. Their race had conquered half of the galaxy. The Union ruled over thousands of lesser worlds. Worlds infested with the poor, hungry and worthless.

 

The Vore Warrior walked behind them as they were filling their greedy mouths and talking about their own greatness. He eyed up their huge fat backsides overspilling the sides of their chairs. He watched for a few seconds as their heavy sides expanded with every mouthful. These two were perfect.

 

He and Jinx left the ceremonial hall after six hours of eating. He wanted to go to rest but Jinx was still high and insisted on taking the racer out for a joyride. This was the first fatal decision. It took them a few moments to realise that they were being followed. He insisted that they turn back immediately. No Vore Warrior would attack them in such a public place. Jinx was having none of it. “We’ll outrun him. And if we can’t we’ll kill him. He looked really thin and weak anyway. We’ll be heroes!”

 

Had either of them listened to their Sensei in school they’d have known that a Vore Warrior is at his most dangerous when in need of nourishment. Like all living creatures a Vore Warrior’s moral code is easily forgotten when starving to death.

 

The bigger and faster Warrior Ship chased them as far as the next planet. A smaller planet with a much more standard gravity level for humanoid life. Jinx crashed the racer into a rock formation. They didn’t even have their gravity belts with them. They had not been planning to get into a fight when they first left The Surplus Moon. They were supposed to be growing fat at the festival.

 

Now here he was, pushed back under the force of a Vore Warrior’s sword on an unfamiliar planet with unrelentingly unfair gravity. His terrified eyes looked up at the three metre tall Warrior. The Vore Warrior's belly was now extremely distended, even to a Surplus it looked hugely swollen. He could see Jinx’s face pushed up against the tightly stretched skin. His mouth was clasped open with agony. Jinx was writhing inside the Warrior’s straining stomach bag as his hugely fat body already began to dissolve in the stomach acid. The Vore Warrior wore a wicked smile, he had been so hungry for so long. This already felt so satisfying.

 

He dropped his fat arms down by his achingly swollen sides and gave in to the inevitable. He looked down at his own massively ballooned stomach. It felt so good to be so stuffed full with fresh food. He had consumed so many luxuriously fattening foodstuffs over the previous two days. All stolen from starving idiots. His immense gut was packed tight with Gazella steaks and foetuses. How he had enjoyed suckling down hundreds of the expensive gelatinous unborn protein rich flesh blobs. His belly was arched out in front of him, so bloated, yet he had so far to go. He had only just started to gain with abandon. The next five years were supposed to be the best of his life as he more than doubled his weight to reach adult Surplus size. He was so rich and came from such a powerful family. He should have had every opportunity to grow up gloriously huge and fat. He had been destined to become one of the fattest Surplus ever, if not the fattest. He truly believed that all life in the galaxy existed solely to feed or serve The Surplus. To serve and feed him. And now here he was about to become someone else's dinner. And at only 184 kgs. It was the utter indignity of it that hurt the most.

 

Fyr reached down and grabbed hold of the boy’s thick side fat with his gigantically strong hands. The Vore Warriors mouth started to extend, it gaped open huge and wide, as the skin around his chin and neck started to expand. He heard the click of the jaw bones as they separated. He felt the wet warmth of the saliva of the tongue as his fat bloated face slid along it. He took in one last deep breath. The air from inside the Warrior’s mouth tasted hot, meaty and moist. The last thing he would ever taste. He closed his eyes as his head passed the tonsils and he felt the mouth extend much wider as it started to engulf his broad shoulders and fat heavy arms. He tasted so good. He was halfway down the ever expanding gullet when he felt his massively fat round belly begin to squish tightly together as Fyr struggled to fit the Surplus boy’s huge girth in between his lips. The Warrior couldn’t believe that he had survived this long without feeding. As the fat feet disappeared from view he let out an almighty sigh and slid to the ground. His already enormous stomach doubled in size again as the huge youngster joined his friend inside his belly. As the thick and juicy youth instinctively wriggled and fought inside the Warrior’s stomach Fyr looked down and watched as both boys kicked and punched against the inside of his gut. Fyr felt him cry out with pain as over 100 kgs of body fat began to melt in his stomach acid. How he had missed this sight, this feeling. The Warrior’s belly had stretched to more than twenty times its previous size as he lay on his back and began the customary post-battle ceremony of sexual self-pleasure.

 

Fyr howled in ecstasy as they both died inside his stupendously swollen gut. The Vore Warrior climaxed and closed his eyes as he fell into a deep two day sleep while the hugely heavy Surplus boys digested inside him. Over 300 kgs of young fresh highly saturated meat sat in his stomach. He would more than regain his strength from this meal. He was happy and content. He had no idea that he had just swallowed a Prince.