Planet Falco

This month, we had to rely on help from our good friend, Silver Stag, to help with the writing. Be sure to check out his own awesome art work here:  http://www.furaffinity.net/user/silver-stag/ 

With Falco getting the top spot, we decided to show him a swell time out in space!

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“What’ve we got, Falco?” Fox McCloud crackled in the blue bird’s ear. Falco pressed the button on his wrist comm, frowning slightly. “Hold on, let me take a closer look, but it doesn’t look promising.” He scanned the horizon of an almost entirely barren rock, one of the moons of Titania that had been the source of a distress signal. With a quick glance, Falco had already written this place off. “There’s no report of a base here, I don’t see a ship, or any sign of any intelligent life out here.”

Falco could hear Fox sighing exasperatedly over the comm. “Alright. Just scan it one more time than come on back.”

“Copy.”

Falco kicked one dusty rock as he exhaled. “Hm?” He glanced down at where he had kicked. Under the rock, a small, strange plant had taken root. Crouching down, Falco scanned it quickly; safe and edible, but it couldn’t be identified. “Huh…” he plucked the small thing, a flowering plant that glowed faintly in the dim light of the moon. As he held it up to his beak, the bulb-like bud of the plant expelled a small cloud of dust into Falco’s face.

“Oh, damn it!” Falco coughed, waving the dust away, stamping the plant into the ground out of frustration. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m leaving,” he muttered, heading back for his parked Arwing. He was unaware, however, that he was not quite alone.

As the avian pilot began making his way back to his team, hidden just under his feathers, a small tribe of tiny aliens, the last of their kind, thanked what gods they had that their spore-like transports had landed on a new, blue home. Of course, some modifications would need to be made… but none of them were worried. The lead scientist of these tiny aliens already had plans, as he was a master of their kind’s terraforming technology. He had his assistants plant a probe into their new land’s soft ground, and he began preparing to inject a solution that would begin the terraforming process.

Up above, Falco winced, tugging at his uniform. It felt like he had just been poked with a needle. He frowned then, placing a hand against his stomach. He was a little bloated; lunch probably disagreed with him. Deciding to ignore the strange sensation, he plodded towards his arwing, ready to kick up his feet and relax.

His after-mission chillout would have to wait though, as the swelling feeling in his stomach persisted, and it was only getting tighter with each step. He wasn’t even that far away, but the trek back to his ship was staggered as he adjusted his suit, the fabric riding up as his swift gait turned into a waddle. Under his uniform Falco's stomach began to visibly bulge out, a billowing swell of girth. At first, it only looked as if he had been slacking with his routine and maybe softened at the edges, but as his middle continued to grow, surging up and out to the size of a cauldron, it hindered his very movement until gravity took over and his belly was sagging past his knees. The growth only accelerated like an avalanche, becoming too big to ignore.

His beak hanging open and pressing down on his now multiple chins, he fumbled for his commlink. "F-Fox? We've got a problem here!" he cried into the comm as he tried to run, then jog, then waddle back to his arwing, as the avian had grown nearly spherical. Each of his increasingly ponderous steps shook the ground as his belly kept swelling beyond control, soon dragging against the ground. 

Falco’s eyes boggled as he got one look at the area around him, and realized with shock that the ground was drifting further away. Not only was he growing outward, but upward in turn. With a few dramatic bounds that had his blob of a belly smothered more of the ground, Falco was now towering over the alien landscape, taller than a building and showing no signs of stopping. The once agile pilot looked more like a giant turnip the size of a spacecraft hangar as his middle bloated out and dominated the landscape. A stunned Falco was rendered absolutely speechless as his field of view was increasingly filled with his own mass.

Meanwhile the aliens that made their home beneath his feathers were leaping for joy. The lead scientist, a victorious grin plastered on his tiny face, took a well-deserved bow to the delight of his people. Other leaders began calling for their people to start settling in; this new, soft, warm home was going to be very cozy indeed. 

Falco’s growth was like a flood now, as he continued to outgrow everything in sight, until the desolate mountains on the horizon, once so far away, were now being buried under blue, feathery flab. The final nail in the coffin came when his own bulk crushed his ship, the remnants smothered, maybe lost forever under his blubber.

With nowhere to go but up, Falco barely had time to register that he was shooting higher and higher. When the air thinned and he breached the atmosphere, Falco found that balance was not on his side. At this point he was comparable to the moon itself, and finally, it seemed his size had stabilized. Unfortunately, his equilibrium had not. He tottered for a bit, wobbling precariously until he lost any sense of balance. Gravity failed next as his feet left solid earth, no longer able to keep hold on the oversized falcon. He flailed and tried to keep close to the moon, but it was futile. His now stubby legs and disproportionate arms couldn't counter the gravity his own middle produced. 

Once the growth subsided and he had settled into orbit, he asessed himself. Falco grabbed at his bloated stomach, firm to the touch and rounded like a water balloon close to bursting. He couldn't see his own feet, but he could feel them pressing against his haunches if he kicked. Not only that, but he could tell by the shadow he cast on the moon he was easily planet-sized now, maybe even bigger than the rock he'd landed on just minutes before.

He crossed his arms and huffed. He should be a lot more outraged, or deep in the throes of a panic attack, but he felt strangely lethargic and resigned. At least it wasn’t painful. As if the report for this wouldn't be outrageous enough, Falco knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it anytime soon when the rest of the Starfox team saw him like this. However, as he lazily kicked stubby little legs against his moon-sized belly, he felt strangely hungry more than anything else. The only silver lining hadn’t even registered with Falco as a tiny needle-sized flag was thrust into his belly, as the aliens celebrated the establishment of their new home planet to great fanfare.