Early Preview: GUT Buster Vol. 1

Coming soon, a new feedism inspired sci-fi mecha story series. GUTBuster Vol. 1~ Paid members get an early preview!

This coming month, I'll have the first story in an ongoing series available for purchase. I've been working on this one behind the scenes for a while, combining my love of oddball tokusatsu mecha stories with the saucy feedist fiction you know and love from me.

Here's a lengthy preview from the first volume. The below text is subject to change and is not final.

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“Carolina Reaper power core online. Output currently at 38% and climbing”

“Apogee crane is attaching long range buster cannon to the right arm plate. T-minus forty eight seconds until welds are optimal.”

“Pilot approaching cockpit, ready for sync and entry.”

It was the following day. Daisy Bell was nervous.

She’d spent the better part of an hour in the Team UA locker room grappling with a panic attack. Her chest burned and her head spun. She wanted to be sick, but she knew she couldn’t deprive herself of her morning calories right before she needed them most.

She took a deep breath and suited up, squeezing all five hundred pounds of her blubbery body into a custom extra-stretchy dura-lycra body suit. The suit was designed to grow with Daisy as she swelled during combat, and latticed frameworks inside of its weave sent biometric data back to her team.

When she left the locker room, Annalee was there to escort her to the cockpit loading area.

“You ready for this?” she asked Daisy. Annalee’s aristocratic sounding southern belle accent put Daisy’s nerves to rest. She nodded to her.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Daisy replied with a smile.

Annalee helped Daisy waddle to her cockpit sphere.

The sphere was a self-contained life support apparatus; its front half opening up to reveal a shock absorbing padded chair with actuating arm and leg rests. When Daisy moved her arms and legs while connected to her mech, Carolina Reaper’s arms and legs would move in unison. The cockpit was fitted with a number of displays, screens, and analog backup controls in case the neural link system was knocked out.

Once Daisy crammed her fat ass into the cockpit’s seat, Annalee helped her with her helmet. The protective headgear fulfilled a variety of functions beyond mere protection. It helped read Daisy’s brainwaves for the neural kiss, fed audio and video of Daisy back to her team, and most importantly…contained the quick-fill feeding tube system.

At any point during the fight, Daisy could reach her lips out and suck on a convenient straw, which would pneumatically fill her up with carbo loading protein solution a half gallon at a time.

“What’s on the menu today?” she asked Annalee, licking her lips.

Annalee double checked her info pad and smiled. “Victory cola flavor. Your favorite.”

Daisy grinned, then took a small suck on the straw. She suddenly found herself guzzling down a heavy stream of chilled carbonated sweetness that strangely made her stomach feel warm. Daisy Bell always struggled to place the exact consistency of the solution. The best she could come up with in interviews was ‘if a chocolate milkshake and a Big Gulp of soda had a baby, but it was an angry baby’.

“Mph! Fluid intake s-system is AOK-buuuooooorrrp-ay!” Daisy belched.

“You win this one, babychild, you’ll be well on your way to being so fat you’ll never need to leave your cockpit.” Annalee said with a grin.

“Mmm, you always know what to say to a gal to get her in the mood~” Daisy joked, snapping her helmet shut.

Once she was inside, the front of her cockpit sphere was sealed and pressurized. The exterior camera feed appeared on her front display, and Daisy watched as the sphere was carried all the way up to Carolina Reaper’s upper neck cavity. She watched the hatches open, and the crane inserted her in.

She could hear the launch procedure checks continue on in her headset mic, following along for any interruptions or abnormalities:

“Cockpit sphere is secure. Pilot neural pattern recognized.”

“Power core output at 89%! We are good for neural kiss.”

“Alright team,” came Annalee’s voice over the comms. “Pilot is ready to go. This instructional is for her, but you all best pay attention too.”

Daisy exhaled, psyching herself up. She could feel the weight of the four hundred and eighty ton Juggernaut all around her, pressing in on her. She tried to keep her breathing steady.

“Our opponent is a speedster. Fastest Juggernaut ever according to our data. Masamune won’t bother with long range attacks ‘cept maybe chaff, so we’ve got to make our long range period count! We’ve got the blaster cannon on the right arm, the usual missile bombardment, but we’ve also got a secret beam weapon! The refractor array is in the left arm slot. You’ll only get one shot with it, but its output should be enough to cleave right through Masamune’s legs. She won’t be expecting it, so use it at medium range, right when she’ll be expecting you to put your guard up!”

“Nice. You got it.” Daisy grinned.

“And remember…you’re New America’s darling. So don’t fuck this up!” Annalee said with a grin.

“Roger that.” Daisy chuckled.

“Neural kiss initiated! Brace for feedback!”