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Messina Regional Skyport and Captain John Hansen was sat on the tarmac waiting for the clearance to departure up to Logan Spaceport. His Shuttlestar was ready to go, Messina air traffic control had given him clearance but he was waiting for the steward to give him the all clear on the passengers. Yawning he closed his eyes for a moment. It was his final flight of a day spent flying short haul hops from cities around Kane Alpha up to Logan.

“Shuttlestar SR1011” said the mechanical voice over the comm channel “you are cleared to depart.”

“This’SR1011 I’m waiting clearance from the cabin crew. We’ve got a full flight and some…ummm…logistics issues.”

“Understood SR1011.”

The commuter sized Shuttlestar’s seated thirty passengers at a squeeze. Most the time they flew half empty but SR1011 was a full flight with more than its fair share of fat Corps on board. Seating the passengers was proving to be a tricky exercise. That was particularly so with the need for an even weight distribution on small commuter shuttles. It was tempting to put all the fatties at the back of the shuttle but that made landing in the tight confines at Logan very difficult. More than one shuttle had crashed on approach thanks to being bottom heavy.

John yawned again and looked at his flight plan. It was a route he’d flown many times. With the planets position in orbit relative to the spaceport he had a quick hour flight up to Logan. Once they got moving he could make up time and keep his landing slot.

The cockpit door opened and the male steward popped his head round.

“Are we ready to go?” asked John.

“No, we have two passengers I can’t seat.”

“Ah fuck..” groaned John.

He reached to his control panel and switched to video feed of the passenger cabin. Two very fat Corp hotties were wedged in the aisles.

“Too fat to fly” chuckled John.

“You want me to de-shuttle the two porkers?” asked the steward.

“Nah, we’ll lose even more time. Those two have gotta be six hundred pounds of blubber combined…ummm…what’s the baggage weight…”

John checked out the weight down in the hold. The runs up to Logan usually had some passengers connecting onto long haul trans galactic flights with a heavy baggage allowance. Sure enough the hold was heavy and the shuttle was on maximum weight. John tapped his fingers on the console and thought. There was a solution; he could sit the two fatties in the cabin crew seats at the back of the shuttle. That move would make the Shuttlestar tail happy into Logan but then John had been flying in and out of the spaceport for over twenty years. He looked at the time. If they were to keep the landing slot at Logan he needed to be moving.

“Okay, sit the two blubber queens in the crew seats at the back, you’ll have to stand.”

“But the weight…”

“We’ll be fine.”

Back in the cabin Beka was stood in the galley with her fat ass and thighs pushed against the seats and her belly and boobs rubbing against Skyla stood in front of her. She had been working Friday and Saturday nights for Logan Companions for the past month and was getting used to the rush from the office to the skyport and then the short, uncomfortable flight up to Logan. This was the first time the flight had been full and Beka was facing the reality that she was getting too fat to fly. Almost every “date” that Logan Companions organised for her wanted to feed her and some of the pounds were sticking. That morning the porked up beauty had stepped on the scales and weighed in just over three hundred pounds.

“Get your freaking fat ass out of my face!” snapped a petite Aurellian girl by the name of Jupiter, who’s whole field of vision was filled by Beka’s giant globe sized posterior.

“Keep ya fuckin’ hair on” counted Beka.

“Fat ass” said Jupiter before slapping the mega butt hard.

Beka squealed and lurched forward; banging into Skyla. She tried to spin round to counter the slap but was wedged in. Her hips were tight against the seats and she was like a cork stuck in a bottle. Her face red Beka ground her perfectly white teeth and gave the Aurellian the finger. Jupiter slapped her ass again. This time Beka spun round with enough force that she popped out of the gap between the seats, grabbed the Aurellians hair and tried to yank the girls wig off. Now quiet the Aurellian pulled away.

“Don’t touch the ass, bitch” said Beka.

“Okay, okay…just keep the thing out of my face.”

“Shut up!”

The confrontation would have continued if the steward hadn’t reappeared.

“Okay ladies, there are two seats in the back gally if you can make your way back there.”

“I’m not sitting in the freaking gally” said Beka.

“Yeah, we like..ummm…paid for a ticket!” added Skyla.

“Yeah but your both way too fat for this shuttle” chipped in an Aurellian man.

“More like too hot for it…” shouted a Corp guy.

“I understand that” said the steward in his effeminate voice “but this is a very full flight and it’s the only way we can squeeze you in…”

“I want a seat!” said Beka with a pout.

“I can offer to de-shuttle you and book you a seat on the next flight. That leaves four hours from now and will get you into Logan for…”

“We gotta get there” said Skyla “or we’ll miss like all of Friday night bookings, y’known?”

Grudgingly Beka thought of the money she would make and nodded. A little discomfort on an hour short haul flight was worth thousands of Corp dollars. With difficulty she squeezed to the back of the shuttle. There were two fold down seats between the restroom and the back of the shuttle. Pissed off she folded one down and balanced her ass on it; her cheeks spilling over either side. Skyla squeezed into the seat next to her.

“Okay ladies, thank you for your understanding” said the steward.

“Go screw ya self” said Beka.

“I apologise for…”

“She said, go screw ya self” repeated Skyla.

Turning on his heel the steward minced his way back up the shuttle and cleared flight SR1011 for departure. Minutes later the twin engines roared and the shuttle blasted off on an almost vertical take-off out of Messina. Sat in the back the engine roar was load and the ride bumpy as the Shuttlestar climbed hard. There was a loud pop as they broke the speed of sound, then another as they shot through the planets at atmosphere and into the calm of space. Beka felt her excess wobble and jiggle with every pump and her mobility assist cut out momentarily as they entered space. In her head Beka only flew first class or on her own VIP shuttle; not squeezed into the back of some crappy economy only flight. If that cheating asshole Montgomery Gold had given her the million Corp dollars like he promised that would have been reality…

Back down in Messina and ICE was leaving the office late. Friday and with the planets two suns all but set and the office was empty. Stepping out of the research lab she walked past the offices and meeting rooms; pausing at reception. Late and the three zaftig hotties were long gone but she was required to log herself out. She rapidly clicked her employee code into the data pad and glanced at the three computer screens; one was turned on. It was the centre where she knew Beka Lomaxx sat. That Corp was ICE’s ultimate office fantasy and, unless the observant researcher was very much mistaken, had put some more weight on over the past month.

Curiosity took over and ICE stepped behind the reception desk, sat on the widened chairs and pressed her finger on the monitor. Security had logged out and was demanding a password but ICE could see the last screen that butterball Beka had checked out. It was an e-ticket from Shuttlestar Airways for a flight from Messina Regional up to Logan Skyport. Leaving late Friday and returning Sunday mid afternoon. ICE rested back in the chair and thought. Why would Beka spend a weekend at Logan? Millions of people a month flowed through Logan Spaceport but they were usually connecting onto another flight – not stopping over at the spaceport itself. Maybe it would appeal to a space geek but ICE really didn’t see Beka as a geek of any kind.

“I wonder…”

Looking at the password screen ICE debated trying to guess. She held back. The system gave you two shots and then a lock out. ICE knew precious little about Beka other than she was her office crush and she’d flown to Logan Spaceport that evening. Why the hell would you spend your Friday and Saturday night on Logan? It was just a big spaceport with passenger, military and cargo terminals. ICE smiled.

“And hookers…”

ICE looked back at the e-ticket. There was a Shuttlestar frequent flier number on screen. That made no sense; Beka Lomaxx’s fat ass was parked on reception nine to five so she wasn’t doing any business travel. It only made sense if she was making some money on the side whoring it out up on Logan. A flight out every Friday afternoon and then back Sunday morning with a couple of thousand Corp dollars in the bank. Did that make sense?

“You slutty bitch” said ICE.

Raising from the seat she excitedly walked across the foyer and into the elevator. Descending down she looked at the night lights of Messina and felt an irrepressible idea rising. ICE liked the hooker, escort or whatever you wanted to call it explanation. It was the only logical conclusion. That meant getting Beka Lomaxx between the sheets was much more possible than she’d imagined. All it would take was cold hard cash and ICE had plenty of that. At least that’s what ICE thought until she keyed ‘Logan escort’ in her Apple data pad. Forty agencies popped up.

“Damn”

Stepping up into her super sized Ford Titan pick-up she scrolled through the list of agencies. They ranged from $20,000 Corps a night VIP escorts to cheap and easy hookers for cargo ship sailors. Pulling out of the parking garage ICE balanced the data pad on the steering wheel and thought about where she would find Beka. The blonde was a pretty average fat Corp hottie. You would find “a Beka” in just about every office in Messina or any city on Kane Alpha. The type was a fat, bitchy but hot bimbo in heels and a tight skirt usually sat at reception or selling something. Tiberco Research had the three on reception and then the CEO’s personal assistant.

“I guess I answered my question” said ICE to herself.

Beka would be working for an agency somewhere in the middle. Not making tens of thousands screwing the galaxies richest or screwing some drunken sailor at the other end of the market. As she gunned the gas and accelerated up onto the skyway ICE considered her options. She could catch a shuttle up to Logan, go trawling through escort sites and try to get lucky or she could work with what she knew.

Beka Lomaxx would be at the Tiberco Research offices Monday morning.

Description
Messina Regional Skyport and Captain John Hansen was sat on the tarmac waiting for the clearance to departure up to Logan Spaceport. His Shuttlestar was ready to go, Messina air traffic control had given him clearance but he was waiting for the steward to give him the all clear on the passengers. Yawning he closed his eyes for a moment. It was his final flight of a day spent flying short haul hops from cities around Kane Alpha up to Logan.

“Shuttlestar SR1011” said the mechanical voice over the comm channel “you are cleared to depart.”

“This’SR1011 I’m waiting clearance from the cabin crew. We’ve got a full flight and some…ummm…logistics issues.”

“Understood SR1011.”

The commuter sized Shuttlestar’s seated thirty passengers at a squeeze. Most the time they flew half empty but SR1011 was a full flight with more than its fair share of fat Corps on board. Seating the passengers was proving to be a tricky exercise. That was particularly so with the need for an even weight distribution on small commuter shuttles. It was tempting to put all the fatties at the back of the shuttle but that made landing in the tight confines at Logan very difficult. More than one shuttle had crashed on approach thanks to being bottom heavy.

John yawned again and looked at his flight plan. It was a route he’d flown many times. With the planets position in orbit relative to the spaceport he had a quick hour flight up to Logan. Once they got moving he could make up time and keep his landing slot.

The cockpit door opened and the male steward popped his head round.

“Are we ready to go?” asked John.

“No, we have two passengers I can’t seat.”

“Ah fuck..” groaned John.

He reached to his control panel and switched to video feed of the passenger cabin. Two very fat Corp hotties were wedged in the aisles.

“Too fat to fly” chuckled John.

“You want me to de-shuttle the two porkers?” asked the steward.

“Nah, we’ll lose even more time. Those two have gotta be six hundred pounds of blubber combined…ummm…what’s the baggage weight…”

John checked out the weight down in the hold. The runs up to Logan usually had some passengers connecting onto long haul trans galactic flights with a heavy baggage allowance. Sure enough the hold was heavy and the shuttle was on maximum weight. John tapped his fingers on the console and thought. There was a solution; he could sit the two fatties in the cabin crew seats at the back of the shuttle. That move would make the Shuttlestar tail happy into Logan but then John had been flying in and out of the spaceport for over twenty years. He looked at the time. If they were to keep the landing slot at Logan he needed to be moving.

“Okay, sit the two blubber queens in the crew seats at the back, you’ll have to stand.”

“But the weight…”

“We’ll be fine.”

Back in the cabin Beka was stood in the galley with her fat ass and thighs pushed against the seats and her belly and boobs rubbing against Skyla stood in front of her. She had been working Friday and Saturday nights for Logan Companions for the past month and was getting used to the rush from the office to the skyport and then the short, uncomfortable flight up to Logan. This was the first time the flight had been full and Beka was facing the reality that she was getting too fat to fly. Almost every “date” that Logan Companions organised for her wanted to feed her and some of the pounds were sticking. That morning the porked up beauty had stepped on the scales and weighed in just over three hundred pounds.

“Get your freaking fat ass out of my face!” snapped a petite Aurellian girl by the name of Jupiter, who’s whole field of vision was filled by Beka’s giant globe sized posterior.

“Keep ya fuckin’ hair on” counted Beka.

“Fat ass” said Jupiter before slapping the mega butt hard.

Beka squealed and lurched forward; banging into Skyla. She tried to spin round to counter the slap but was wedged in. Her hips were tight against the seats and she was like a cork stuck in a bottle. Her face red Beka ground her perfectly white teeth and gave the Aurellian the finger. Jupiter slapped her ass again. This time Beka spun round with enough force that she popped out of the gap between the seats, grabbed the Aurellians hair and tried to yank the girls wig off. Now quiet the Aurellian pulled away.

“Don’t touch the ass, bitch” said Beka.

“Okay, okay…just keep the thing out of my face.”

“Shut up!”

The confrontation would have continued if the steward hadn’t reappeared.

“Okay ladies, there are two seats in the back gally if you can make your way back there.”

“I’m not sitting in the freaking gally” said Beka.

“Yeah, we like..ummm…paid for a ticket!” added Skyla.

“Yeah but your both way too fat for this shuttle” chipped in an Aurellian man.

“More like too hot for it…” shouted a Corp guy.

“I understand that” said the steward in his effeminate voice “but this is a very full flight and it’s the only way we can squeeze you in…”

“I want a seat!” said Beka with a pout.

“I can offer to de-shuttle you and book you a seat on the next flight. That leaves four hours from now and will get you into Logan for…”

“We gotta get there” said Skyla “or we’ll miss like all of Friday night bookings, y’known?”

Grudgingly Beka thought of the money she would make and nodded. A little discomfort on an hour short haul flight was worth thousands of Corp dollars. With difficulty she squeezed to the back of the shuttle. There were two fold down seats between the restroom and the back of the shuttle. Pissed off she folded one down and balanced her ass on it; her cheeks spilling over either side. Skyla squeezed into the seat next to her.

“Okay ladies, thank you for your understanding” said the steward.

“Go screw ya self” said Beka.

“I apologise for…”

“She said, go screw ya self” repeated Skyla.

Turning on his heel the steward minced his way back up the shuttle and cleared flight SR1011 for departure. Minutes later the twin engines roared and the shuttle blasted off on an almost vertical take-off out of Messina. Sat in the back the engine roar was load and the ride bumpy as the Shuttlestar climbed hard. There was a loud pop as they broke the speed of sound, then another as they shot through the planets at atmosphere and into the calm of space. Beka felt her excess wobble and jiggle with every pump and her mobility assist cut out momentarily as they entered space. In her head Beka only flew first class or on her own VIP shuttle; not squeezed into the back of some crappy economy only flight. If that cheating asshole Montgomery Gold had given her the million Corp dollars like he promised that would have been reality…

Back down in Messina and ICE was leaving the office late. Friday and with the planets two suns all but set and the office was empty. Stepping out of the research lab she walked past the offices and meeting rooms; pausing at reception. Late and the three zaftig hotties were long gone but she was required to log herself out. She rapidly clicked her employee code into the data pad and glanced at the three computer screens; one was turned on. It was the centre where she knew Beka Lomaxx sat. That Corp was ICE’s ultimate office fantasy and, unless the observant researcher was very much mistaken, had put some more weight on over the past month.

Curiosity took over and ICE stepped behind the reception desk, sat on the widened chairs and pressed her finger on the monitor. Security had logged out and was demanding a password but ICE could see the last screen that butterball Beka had checked out. It was an e-ticket from Shuttlestar Airways for a flight from Messina Regional up to Logan Skyport. Leaving late Friday and returning Sunday mid afternoon. ICE rested back in the chair and thought. Why would Beka spend a weekend at Logan? Millions of people a month flowed through Logan Spaceport but they were usually connecting onto another flight – not stopping over at the spaceport itself. Maybe it would appeal to a space geek but ICE really didn’t see Beka as a geek of any kind.

“I wonder…”

Looking at the password screen ICE debated trying to guess. She held back. The system gave you two shots and then a lock out. ICE knew precious little about Beka other than she was her office crush and she’d flown to Logan Spaceport that evening. Why the hell would you spend your Friday and Saturday night on Logan? It was just a big spaceport with passenger, military and cargo terminals. ICE smiled.

“And hookers…”

ICE looked back at the e-ticket. There was a Shuttlestar frequent flier number on screen. That made no sense; Beka Lomaxx’s fat ass was parked on reception nine to five so she wasn’t doing any business travel. It only made sense if she was making some money on the side whoring it out up on Logan. A flight out every Friday afternoon and then back Sunday morning with a couple of thousand Corp dollars in the bank. Did that make sense?

“You slutty bitch” said ICE.

Raising from the seat she excitedly walked across the foyer and into the elevator. Descending down she looked at the night lights of Messina and felt an irrepressible idea rising. ICE liked the hooker, escort or whatever you wanted to call it explanation. It was the only logical conclusion. That meant getting Beka Lomaxx between the sheets was much more possible than she’d imagined. All it would take was cold hard cash and ICE had plenty of that. At least that’s what ICE thought until she keyed ‘Logan escort’ in her Apple data pad. Forty agencies popped up.

“Damn”

Stepping up into her super sized Ford Titan pick-up she scrolled through the list of agencies. They ranged from $20,000 Corps a night VIP escorts to cheap and easy hookers for cargo ship sailors. Pulling out of the parking garage ICE balanced the data pad on the steering wheel and thought about where she would find Beka. The blonde was a pretty average fat Corp hottie. You would find “a Beka” in just about every office in Messina or any city on Kane Alpha. The type was a fat, bitchy but hot bimbo in heels and a tight skirt usually sat at reception or selling something. Tiberco Research had the three on reception and then the CEO’s personal assistant.

“I guess I answered my question” said ICE to herself.

Beka would be working for an agency somewhere in the middle. Not making tens of thousands screwing the galaxies richest or screwing some drunken sailor at the other end of the market. As she gunned the gas and accelerated up onto the skyway ICE considered her options. She could catch a shuttle up to Logan, go trawling through escort sites and try to get lucky or she could work with what she knew.

Beka Lomaxx would be at the Tiberco Research offices Monday morning.