Axyl

Appointed to the top role of a research-focused space station, Axyl serves as the thirty-two year old captain of the facility. Each important decision is his to make, with the twist here being that the station is never quite in any real danger. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that the biggest threats are food and supplies not being delivered to their departments on time. It has a lot to do with the fact that unlike the chaos packed Space Station 13, Space Station 10, which Axyl lords over, is in a far safer place among the stars. Overall, he lives a cushy and comfortable life within the steel walls of the station... perhaps even one that is too easygoing considering how overwhelmingly soft-bodied and fat he is. Axyl himself is very slow and prone to gasping as he waddles in his current physical state, weighing literally 900 pounds doesn't make it easy for him to get to wherever he wants to be on the station, even if he is six feet tall. He still manages to get traversal done through sheer force of will in the end, even if simply getting out of the captain's quarters and out of the bridge is a long quest of its own. His size is unmissable for any onlooker when he does finally get out into the station hallways, those doorway jamming hips swaying side to side as he works to maneuver his tree trunk sized thighs past one another, the chair-swallowing and vast mountain of moth ass he carries behind him. Each and every part of Axyl's body is engorged with soft, pillowy flab and rounded jiggly curves ripe for taking hold of and groping. Of course his belly hasn't been left out of the equation here, it enters rooms before he does, gently swings as he just barely manages to waddle his immensely thick self forward, and supports a thick set of G-cup moobs that would make a woman jealous. The amount of blubber on Axyl's frame comes with unconventional difficulties like one would expect, masturbation for example, is a horrendously difficult thing for him to get done on his own. Too much belly is in the way for Axyl to have easy access to his own dick, he most often needs help when it comes to having it get touched. With Axyl being very self aware of that fact, a helping hand reaching under the gargantuan rolling folds of fat on his middle is very much appreciated when he gets "in the mood". Socks, shoes, and getting dressed in general are also very difficult things for Axyl, with calves fat enough to hang over the sides of his pudgy feet, normal-sized socks just don't cut it. It probably goes without saying here, but Axyl doesn't ever see his own toes without the help of a camera or mirror. Regarding the humanoid species he is, Axyl is a proud moth-person, covered head-to-toe in gentle on the eyes beige-colored fuzz. A close to white, even lighter beige color dominates the thick ring of fuzz around his neck, while two pitch-black, big eyes and two tall darker colored antennae sticking straight upwards make it even more obvious to anyone nearby that it's a moth-person they're dealing with. As for the outfits he utilizes, Axyl is most often dressed in black clothing. A black jumpsuit the same color of the depths of space is what he tends to wear each day, and worn by any other thinner person, it'd look more like they got tangled up in a parachute thrown on top of them. Every article of clothing that Axyl uses is like that, needing to be custom-made for his humungous size, which thankfully isn't much of an issue with the high tech fabrication devices available aboard the station. A black military-esque cap also rests on top his head most of the time, accented with yellow stripes and proudly displaying a golden logo that resembles an eagle with its wings spread wide. Submissiveness, gluttony, and horniness for every aspect of being fat dominate Axyl's personality. It's a constant inner battle for this poor moth, knowing he should act as commanding as a space station captain is expected to be, while also desiring nothing more than to be called a fatass while someone feeds him obscenely greasy meals. He often nails the act, possessing a respectable and orderly demeanor most of the time. Every so often these efforts will all be for naught however, as his passion for being gluttonous and called out for said gluttony occasionally rises above the tides of professionalism. A deep, inner part of Axyl loves being humiliated and mocked, it's just unfortunate that his role holds him to attempting to be more respectable when outside of the captain's quarters. It doesn't make it airtight by any means, if he gets excited enough, he can let his truly slovenly and slobby side out, his usually held back burps and messy eating becoming obvious as he really gets into the swing of embracing his fetish for eating and being a morbidly obese blob. While it's very fun and sexually exciting to give in to gluttony for Axyl, he still cares about the well being of the crew members under his command to an extreme extent. An empathetic and smart soul lies under all of his unusual passions, and he won't hesitate to help others be in a generally good mood. While Axyl has a love for each department of the station: medical, security, science, cargo, and service, he has a special affection for the service crew, as they're the ones who put in the most work when it comes to food getting onto his plate. Held above even the service crew, however, is the Blueshield. "Blueshield" is the title for any bodyguard assigned to protect and take care of him, and he's naturally very grateful to anyone in the position as they help him with the basic physical tasks he has so much trouble with.