###Exceeding Capacity

Green blood pooled on the floor of the stuffy cockpit, trickling out from two alien bodies glistening in the garish florescence of the overhead light. behind the thick windows, a couple of stars glistened, flaming beacons shining out in the loneliness of outer space. A radio crackled with the sound of faraway conversations distorted by static. A man stood over the scene in bloodstained boots, a gun over his shoulder. His eyes slowly made their way around the room, inspecting the cockpit, as his brow furrowed in silent prayer for the aliens he had just dispatched. He picked up the radio, pressing its button, letting the quiet buzz fill the room for a second.
    They're dead.

Ahuljstaq Ta'warij was employed to enforce trade regulations by some three-letter agency that ultimately reported to the trade ministry of the A'wgerleq Confederation, which in practice amounted to chasing down vessels flagged as trafficking in illegal goods and plundering anything valuable from their hulls. He often strayed far outside what tenuous borders the Confederation had drawn for itself, preferring to go after bigger fish light years away from home base. It simply wasn't worth reporting back to collect his measly salary when the voyages of legally-sanctioned piracy he could go on would pay much more.

With him were two lower-ranking officers who generally took care of their modest vessel, piloting when they felt like it, sleeping when they didn't, and cleaning when Ta'warij made them. The two boys joined the force a little over a year ago, thinking it would be far more interesting than it turned out to be. There were rarely any fights, and more often than not they'd be stuck carrying off hundreds of bags of Kreka stone dust just because it hadn't gone through customs. There was rarely a fight, that is, until today. 

The vessel of a pair of particularly feisty aliens reckoned to be trafficking in drugs showed up on the radar around the crew's first meal of the day. The alien ship didn't appear to be unique in any discernible way - It was a standard-issue two-man space cruiser, a little dated but capable of sustained faster-than-light travel nonetheless. Nothing about their ship would have stood out among the thousand others that crowded up the large-scale radar screen if their callsign hadn't been listed as "suspicious" for its frequent trips to remote and unregulated spaceports on planets of ill repute. 

Bearing down on the offending craft, Ta'warij fired a couple shots at its thrusters, swiftly immobilising it before slowing his own craft down to make contact. The ship itself would be pretty easy to overtake and board, although Ta'warij presumed that drug traffickers with much to win and more to lose wouldn't give their ship up without a deadly fight. Anticipating such an eventuality, Ta'warij gave the boys permission to carry their guns for the first time since basic training. They recieved the weapons with great excitement, though they were soon admonished for not taking their mission seriously enough. 

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After making quick work of the aliens, Ta'warij left the boys to look for stuff to sell as he made his way into the vessel's hull. He swung what doors he could open, and bashed in the rest. The sound of metal doors clanging into walls filled the air, reminiscent of a locker room being cleaned out. Human food? Ta'warij squinted at a bag of some fortified cereal grain or another. What on earth could they be carrying that around for? He opened another metal door, to find more of the same. The next door revealed a bag of some protein powder. Though the bags were obviously meant for some sort of automatic meal-prep machine, Ta'warij couldn't help but grimace a little at the pantry's blandness. These aliens must not have very good taste. He opened another door, to find a bag of something that looked a little like lard, an oil that sat somewhere between solid and liquid in the cool temperature of the ship. 

Making a right down another drab hallway, Ta'warij swung open another door, this time to a surprisingly human-like washroom. A porcelain toilet seat glistened under a certain warm light whose tint only humans seemed to take a liking to. A sink at the perfect height for human hands stood next to it, behind which lay another, notably wider, door. The other corner was occupied by a very generously-sized shower with a stool in it. As Ta'warij scanned the suspicious washroom, a pang of pressure in his bladder compelled him to sit down, after making one last check outside. Though he *did* really have to go, the strangeness of the whole place wasn't lost on him. His father, once an errant trade agent too, had told him stories of giant complexes of fungi that lured humans in by resembling a home, or living outhouses that spawned in the jungles of Ekkarkoros to dine on fleshy primates eager to relieve themselves.

As Ta'warij sat on the toilet seat, he made out the characteristic din of human language from behind the other door. The sound had a certain tinniness to it, suggesting something like a digital speaker, although he was pretty sure no one used those anymore. Ta'warij had so far gone a few minutes without anything trying to kill him, so he figured it safe to proceed after washing his hands and clutching his gun. Steeling his nerves as he stood with his back to the abnormally wide passageway, he prepared to conduct a sweep of the room that had now inspired so much curiosity in him.

As the door behind the barrel of his gun swung open, a face revealed itself in the lens of its scope. This face, however, was not as offensive as Ta'warij had anticipated. It was not that of a bandit, or a starving victim of alien cruelty. It was, as far as he could tell, a chubby girl, awkwardly blushing, and apparently startled that a gun-weilding border control agent had broken her washroom door.
    Oh.

As he lowered his gun and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Ta'warij could tell that this girl was more than chubby. Her face might have looked a little pudgy in the scope, but her body was absolutely gargantuan. In his twenty-eight years of life, he had never seen someone so *fat*. Her breasts, easily a few times the size of her head, sat limply, jutting out some feet in front of her, spread out atop a massive belly, creased deeply at the navel. Her belly was so big that it lay in all its pale, squishy hugeness between her spread-apart legs, generously covering her shame and descending all the way to the cushions beneath her. Her legs were simply gigantic, her fat enveloping her knees and ankles and pancaking out across the lavishly padded matress. She must have taken up enough space for five to sit, from one side of her obesity to the other. Despite her giant breasts, she was positively bottom-heavy, her monumental ass being perhaps the most shockingly huge part of her. It squished against what little their was to contain its enormity, enveloping a family of pillows in the process. Her fat-laden back was kept from leaning against the wall by the sheer size of her hips and butt. Her freckled breasts and the flushed-pink canyon of cleavage in between them heaved up and down with each breath. her pudgy arms, wide and soft, were propped up by the mountain of fat underneath them. 

She looked incredibly embarrassed. Her hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of squishy heftiness on full nude display, to a strange man who scared the wits out of her, no less. Out of some reflex, she attempted to get up, pushing on the wall behind her, then on some pillow or another, then shifting her weight onto one of her legs, before conceding the battle against her own incredible weight, achieving little except for sending her body into a fit of jiggling, her belly sloshing back and forth against her supple breasts. Feeling her nipples stiffen as a gentle gust of colder air came from the bathroom, she quickly covered them, blushing even more as her body kept swaying despite her pathetic efforts to calm it.

   Uh, um... Could you, like, let me put some clothes on? Sorry...
Her voiced wavered with embarrassment. Ta'warij looked on, shocked, feeling his own face turn red out of some mixture of shock and strange arousal. 
    Oh, yeah, sorry!
He frantically closed the washroom door in front of him, still processing what he just witnessed. She certainly didn't pose any sort of threat, but he admittedly would have preferred to have met with hostile aliens instead of whoever this heifer, no, whale, was. It certainly wouldn't have been as awkward. Outside the door, he could hear the stifled grunts and moans of the girl trying her best to stand up. Over all of it, he could hear the sound emanating from the tinny digital speakers, which he just realised had been on the entire time. As the girl took a few laboured steps across her room, Ta'warij could feel their resulting thuds from where he stood behind the door, whose surprising width he now understood to have been a necessity. After all, this girl was so huge that he could probably pick up her steps on a seismograph. 

   Alright, you can come in now!
Ta'warij once again opened the door, taking a careful step in while making sure she was decent. She wasn't, really. Her enormity prevented anything from fitting. An already extra-extra-large shirt strained to barely cover her nipples, and she could only manage to wedge her lower body into an incredibly large pair of panties that mostly disappeared under her rolls. By the looks of it, she hadn't had to put anything on in ages. The room was kept comfortably tepid, and there wasn't any point in making a fashion statement out in the wilds of intergalactic space. The girl took one last step before collapsing once again onto her sea of cushioning, made a panting, quivering, jiggling mess from the workout. Gods, she could barely do anything for herself. 

   So! *pant.* what's this about? *pant.* Who are you? *pant.*
Ta'warij stammered for a second, a little dizzy from taking in her enormity.
    I'm, uh, officer Ahuljstaq. I'm with the 12th unit of the Enforcement Patrol of the Customs Agency of the Ministry of Trade of the A'wgerleq Confederation. 
The girl shot Ta'warij a perplexed look through her panting.
    Huh? *pant.* Officer what-now? *pant.* With the what-what? Ahoolistick? 
Closing his eyes, trying to ignore the scene in front of him, Ta'warij waxed professional. The girl tugged at her overtaxed shirt, narrowly preventing a nip slip.
    I'm here because this vessel was flagged as trafficking in drugs. We dispatched the offending parties and are currently seizing the illicit material to be destroyed, and everything else to be sold. Are you here of your own will? Do you know anything about the contents of this ship?
    The girl's face perked up a bit, seemingly relieved despite the circumstances.
Oh, no, I'm not here because I want to be. I mean, it's been a while. I honestly kind of forget how I ended up here. Some classified listing, I think.
The girl paused for a second, tugging at her shirt again, turning to glance at a monitor mounted onto the opposite wall. She reached for some sort of smoothie on the ground beside her, before slurping down a generous sip through the straw.
    I figured the pilots were up to something shady, but I didn't know exactly what they trafficking in. Every now and then they'd come down to help me out if I got stuck to or replace the ingredients for the food prep machine. They made me stand on something, too, which I think was for weighing me, but I couldn't really tell.
She took another sip of smoothie, surprisingly unbothered considering how flustered she was a few moments ago. She took another glance at the monitor, which seemed to be streaming some sort of show.
    They have human shows here, though, which is nice. At least I'm not in some sort of dungeon.

   Um, officer Acoustic?
Awoken from his shocked reverie, Ta'warij exclaimed.
    Yes?
    What happens to me? I mean, if you're getting rid of everything on the ship and all...
    Well, I guess we'll take you back to our base. After that, you're another department's responsibility. My boss knows the protocol for trafficking of intelligent species.
    Ah, ok.
She really isn't in any sort of hurry, eh? Not that she really *could* hurry, carrying around all that weight. Ta'warij thought to himself. Slowly shifting his focus to getting her out of this pit, he strutted across the room, opening another door that led to the hallway.
    Just call me Ta'warij. Ahuljstaq is my family name. I'm not as formal as I might have let on.
    Tuhwaridge? That's even harder to pronounce. I'll just call you Acoustic. My name's Mabel.
    Whatever you want.
The girl took another sip of her smoothie, the slurp echoing around the room. The sound from the monitor started up again, although Ta'warij had scarcely noticed it had stopped.
    Um, Mabel? How do you get out of here?
    Well, by walking out the door, I suppose.
Walking? What does she mean, walking? She can barely stand up, much less fit her ridiculously huge dump truck through the pitifully constrictive doors of a spaceship's hull. She must have been entirely unaware of her size if she seriously thought she could fit through that pinch. Ta'warij contemplated whether to break the fact of her enormous obesity to her without causing too much offence, before deciding against it. He wanted to see something, anyways.
    Could you follow me, then? I gotta get you on my ship before my mates think I'm in trouble.
    ...Follow you?
Mabel blushed, realising she'd have to go through the ordeal of standing up again just after she finally caught her breath from a few minutes ago
    Uh, alright. Give me a second.
Wobbling back and forth, Mabel shifted her legs one at a time, slowly bringing herself towards the edge of the bed, her body wildly jiggling in time. Each thigh squished out as Mabel shifted her weight onto it before returning to being a pale cloud of fat for a second as the other one pancaked out across the overtaxed mattress, practically bending under her bulk. Her belly swayed with each movement, bouncing against her luscious thighs, her breasts threatening to pop out of the graphic tee which precariously covered what little shame it could, though its XXXL sizing was still woefully inadequate to contain the sweaty bulk of her tits. With every inch she gained, her breaths became more laboured, her panting became louder, and her face flushed a new shade of pink. By the time she made it far enough to put her feet down, she was letting soft moans escape in between breaths, let out with a pathetic sensuality only a girl of her size could conjure. Ta'warij felt a little guilty.
    Can I help you?
He took a couple hesitant steps towards her.
    *pant.* Yeah. *pant.*
Her approval came out more like a moan than an intentionally uttered word. In fact, Ta'warij couldn't really tell if she *had* agreed or not. He moved to stand in front of her regardless. After her panting quieted enough, Mabel stretched her arms out to hold on to Ta'warij, who strained to pull her upright as she shifted her weight onto her soft, pale feet.
    I'm... *pant.* ...Good now. *pant.*
    
Mabel slowly waddled her way to the door, one thunderous step at a time. As she did, the door's inadequacy in fitting her enormous girth began to make itself apparent. Nevertheless, Mabel was determined. As worried as Ta'warij was that the whale in front of him would find herself stuck in its maw, he desperately wanted to believe she could make it through. Thud. Thud. Thud. Mabel's expression betrayed her exhaustion, though despite its blush, her face definitely had an air of determination about it. Perhaps realising the futility of trying to fit herself through face-on, Mabel decided to attack the door from the side, hoping her butt could just barely squish through if her belly would allow space for it. 

Can you... *pant.* Push me? *pant.*
Push her? Ta'warij looked at her bare, cellulite-ridden thigh that currently sat a-wobbling as it occupied more than its fair share of the door frame. He figured that such an act must constitute some form of cheating, before remembering that he was single. He took a couple steps towards the door before hesitantly placing his hands on her ass cheeks. Mabel had managed to push one of her breasts through the door, but, as she feared, her belly blocked the rest of her from escaping the prison of gluttony that she had been nonchalantly interned in for... well, enough time to gain hundreds of pounds, presumably. It's not as if she could have made it in here being this fat.

Mabel's belly and butt gave a little at the door's frame, gently smothering it in a hug of soft, pudgy skin. She had, surprisingly, managed to contain nearly all of herself within the door, though what she couldn't had her stuck. Ta'warij, with a huff, gave her a push, leaning against her with as much weight as he could muster. The sensation of his hands being enveloped by her hugeness immediately hit him. As he pushed, he could feel himself sinking into a sea of girl, embraced in a thigh wider than he was. Ta'warij gulped as he felt himself blush. His face rubbed against her warm skin, causing him to emit a moan of his own, before he jolted back to self-awareness. He knew he was losing control with every second he spent feeling Mabel's warmth, but for as long as she was stuck, he'd have to keep basking her aura which then seemed to be that of some sort of fertility goddess. He could feel his brain turn to mush with every whimper that came from her mouth. Cradling her belly, he lapsed fully into lust, if only for a moment.

   Mmm!
Mabel made it through the door after a couple seconds of pushing, though it felt much longer for the both of them. In a daze, Ta'warij stumbled forward, making his own way through the passageway without realising it. She smiled, hands on her knees, taking heavy breaths that Ta'warij could swear were laden with honey. Having regained a little consciousness, he shook his head to wake himself up. The hallway in front of them was long, and Mabel was tired. She emitted a pitiful sigh as she leaned against the wall, trying to shift the burden of her weight off of her tender feet. 

   Thanks.
   Oh, yeah, no problem.
Ta'warij took in the narrow hallway that stretched out in front of them, barely wide enough for the hefty gal. 
    Um, Officer whatever?
Mabel's face reddened a little.
    I- I think I'll need to be carried.
Ta'warij nodded.