>>41734
Got horny and tipsy and wrote this up:
I’m thinking a successful mission leading to her being “over-rewarded”
Krystal finds some long-lost colony of Cerinian survivors on an isolated planet. She saves them from starvation, slavery, or what would otherwise be an extinction event. In doing so she is left stranded on the planet until a the Great Fox detects the rescue beacon. Her people, having had time to improve their colony’s farms, throw a prolonged celebratory feast. And who better to be served the largest portions than their new heroine.
Krystal is spoiled, pampered, and treated like royalty by her new generous (and mildly overbearing) subjects. They see nothing wrong with pushing the richest, heaviest meals on her, attending to her every need, and dressing her in the softest clothing and jewelry the colony can offer. She has little choice but to fall into the throws of gluttony and hedonism. Over time she loses (or grows out of) her “low class” mercenary outfit and is forced to wear traditional Cerinian attire, albeit upsized several times over to fit her growing body. By the time the rest of Starfox reaches the colony she’s been turned into a obese, spoiled, gluttonous Queen. Her ass and hips have filled an oversized throne. You can barely tell she’s wearing her tribal loincloth. Her belly spills out in front of her and is rubbed by loyal servants.
Her breasts billow and roll to her sides, leaking rich milk through her tribal top. She’s being hand-fed treats, releasing belches here and there.
Suddenly the Queen beckons Fox to join her in her chambers so that she may smush her soft FUPA into his face.
...Or maybe Krystal porks up during retirement from space missions and she and Fox decide to do a bit of role play, for old time's sake...only with a bit less running form dinosaurs.