Fat Cats Need Love Too
This was a continuation of an RP I had with my pet Cyr . We decided to post up the second part for fun so Cyr re-wrote it into a cleaner format. Hope you enjoy it~
It was a regular Tuesday afternoon right up until I'd noticed my friend, Akro, while walking past the city park. He seemed to be there often lately, his red and white scales making him stick out quite easily. I walked over and sat down next to him, taking it upon myself to greet him. To my surprise he had more of the delicious chocolate cheesecake from last week. It was the same white box that held such sinful treat.
"Hey Cyr" He smiled.
"Hey, what're you doing here?" I asked him.
"Oh, just enjoying the day and clearing my head." He replied "What better way to do that than enjoy some chocolate cheesecake at the park?"
"So you did get more..." I muttered. I asked him for some, noting how much I loved it last time. Even though it would turn me into a blimp it was worth that savory taste hitting my tongue again. "Think I could grab a slice?"
"Sure," he said.
I grabbed a medium-sized slice from the box. "I don't know why you keep buying this." I whimpered. "I'll just have a little bit this time."
I took a bite of the super sweet concentrated chocolate and was reminded just how incredibly overpowering it was to the taste buds. It was like an alcoholic taking his first shot months after staying clean. Why did I let myself start eating this again? "It's so good..." I whimpered. As I finished the slice and licked my paw clean, my belly bulged out. The button on my pants popped off and my paws were getting a little thicker. I could feel gravity starting to toy with me, the addictive cake starting to take its toll.
"I'll just close this back up for now." Akro pulled the box away and folded in the top.
"Phew," I sighed in relief, "so how are you today?"
"Pretty good." He replied, rubbing my bulging belly firmly. "Feels pretty good..." he murred softly.
"Mroww, well that's nice." I said.
I began stealing glances over at the box of cheesecake. There was hunger deep in my belly starting to grow as the dragon rubbed his paw against it. I knew it was the penalty for partaking in sweet tooth. "It was so nice out I wanted to walk to the store, but then I say you and thought I'd stop over to say hi." I explained.
"Ah...well hi." He replied. "But I've really gotta get going sorry, I'll see you." He got up and walked away, leaving the box behind.
The dragon had not actually left the park. He instead hid himself behind a big tree and unzipped his pants. He was holding a camera towards the unsuspecting tiger with a smile.
"Hey! You forgot your---" I stopped mid-sentence and lifted the box open taking a peak. Maybe one more slice wouldn't hurt...I just wouldn't go crazy like last time. I pulled out a second, slightly larger slice than before and held it at level with my belly. "I really shouldn't..." I muttered. "I can grab some food at the grocery store."
I knew how terrible the cake was for me and what it would do to my body. I smelt the chocolate aroma coming from the box and the deep hunger grew further. I didn't know if I could wait long enough to get to the grocery store. I licked off some of the frosting on the top, testing it before giving into the guilty delight and gobbling up the slice quickly. My belly protruded out from under my seemingly shrining shirt and even the zipper on my pants had now broken. The flap on my pants was no folding down, only held up by the fabric being stretched out against my growing thighs and behind.
"Ok....no more...just...I'll be fine." I closed the box and slid it over to the opposite side of the bench.
The cheesecake was so good though. I can't for the life of me figure out where he gets it. I began to salivate and my belly let out a loud rumbling growl. There must be a bakery somewhere around here---maybe if I look at the box I could just get a slice every once in a while. That would be much more sensible than going crazy overboard like I had been. I flipped the box around looking for a bakery name but there didn't seem to be any trace of one. It was just a blank white box with a clear plastic top. Well, one more slice couldn't hurt could it? Who knows when he'll get more of this anyways?
I took another slice, even larger than the previous --- about half of what was left of the cheesecake at this point. My thick paws lead to the illusion of each slice being the same size with my constant self bargaining at work. I proceeded to stuff my muzzle with the chocolate sweetness. Every bite was like falling in love with it all over again. I couldn't get enough of it, I never could.
With my muzzle coted in crumbs and chocolate I brought it all towards my tongue with a anxious paws. The sweet taste made any other treat I could remember having seem dull and displeasing. There was nothing remotely close to the chocolate cheesecake the dragon had been bringing with him lately. The material on my jeans were beginning to tear, I could hear the stitching letting out once I began my current slice. At this point, they were tearing quickly. My shirt was pushed up to my chest, exposing my huge belly. Even my shoes had to be kicked off to let my large footpaws breathe. I didn't care much though, I was too fixated on the hunger I let get to me again.
"I don't care...I can't resist this," I whimpered, "the hunger is too great."
I knew this would happen...but god it was so good. I rushed to the rest of the cheesecake and devoured it quickly. "Mrroww! Miaowww" I cried out like a lunatic. "So damn good..."
I madly stuffed the enriched flavors into my muzzle as they burst onto my tongue and tumbled down my gullet. My body grew double its already plump size. I licked at the box with my head squished inside, swishing my tail left to right and now on the ground. My shirt slipped up further and I threw it off out of annoyance. My pants had completely torn to shreds from the constant stretching of my lower half.
"Who would make this miaowww," I said, frustrated. "How could they even figure out how to make something so delicious?" I swatted the box over with my paw and looked for any small crumbs I'd missed. The box was completely empty.
My belly was growling angrily and my body was probably intimidating to the smaller furs who were around to see me. My thighs, belly, most of my muscles in fact, were well defined in their plump state. They still gave a cushion-like touch though and my soft fuzzy white fur wrapped around them so vibrantly. 'Meowww," I cried out, "someone...more food...please...more cheesecake. So hungry..." I rubbed around my belly as I sprawled out, naked against the ground. "Akro!" I hoped the dragon would somehow hear me despite having left. As the cheesecake quickly digested in my belly I was left with a temporary full feeling, but still tasted the treat in my muzzle. I lapped at nothing still wanting more.
When I began to realize the dragon was nowhere in sight and unable to hear my cries I took a few deep breaths and rolled onto my belly with a bit of effort. After a few minutes of getting used to my new body I slowly began p9ushing myself up onto my knees and eventually onto my feet, almost toppling over with the awkwardness of my own proportions. "I can't get by with just one cheesecake this time...I have to find more..."
The tiger began walking opposite the direction of his friend's hiding place out toward the gate of the park. The dragon had recorded the entire thing and was pleasuring himself in secrecy to the gullible feline.
I began walking towards the entrance of the park, a few furs strolling around rushed out of the way and were quite shocked to see me passing by. The dragon had to be getting that cheesecake somewhere close. I was sure of it. I looked to either end of the street and began down the left side and to the close corner. Each step was a balancing act and it was a workout just getting down the street. I barely made it across the street before I had to hold onto the streetlight post to catch my breath. I walked halfway down the next street and stopped at a little bakery down the street. I barely made it across the street before I had to hold onto the streetlight post to catch my breath. I walked halfway down the next street and stopped at a little baker with a small patio sitting area outside. "This has to be it," I muttered.
I squeezed through the door and was greeted by a nervous looking brown fox behind the counter. He was tiny, flimsy looking even compared to me. Inside it was like finding some lost treasure to me, filled with displays of cakes and pastries---ice creams and cookies. I walked up, naked, to the counter and demanded what I craved so desperately. "Chocolate cheesecake!" I threated the poor little fox. "I know you make it so where is it!"
"H-hello sir," he gulped, "Well we do have some of the freezer to your right." He pointed over to the tall freezer and through the glass I could see box after box of cheesecake stacked up on the shelves.
"Mrowl!" I hobbled over to it and opened the door. A gust of cool air washed over my fur and I grabbed a box. "So hungry..."
I tore open the box and devoured the entire cheesecake in a little over a minute. The fox, mortified, yelled at me. "Hey! You have to pay for those!"
Oddly unsatisfied with the first, and ignoring the harping fox, I grab a second box and empty its contents quickly. I didn't understand why it wasn't working...why I was still hungry. It must not have been the same. Still, it was good enough to eat so I grabbed a third box and the fox walked over to try and take it away. I grabbed his little paws in mine, easily four or five times their size. "Hey, let go!" He squeaked. I picked him up and threw him back to the other side of the counter before finishing the next box.
With boxes and crumbs littering the floor, the freezer still open for my constant grappling with its contents, the fox was unsure of what to do. With all the courage he could muster up he walked back over and threatened me. "Leave or I'm calling the police! Hrmf!" I finished a sixth box of cheesecake, covered in chocolate and grab him again. This time, I didn't let go. "Where is the special cheesecake?!" I asked him angrily.
"I...what the hell are you talking about you freak!" He squirmed, trying to get to the phone.
I get up with him struggling in my paws and take him to the backroom. Looking around, I find some ribbon, probably from an opening sale, and grab it. I tied him up tight to a chair in front of the employee break table and shove him back against it. "So hungry..." I muttered. I headed back to the freezer and continue devouring the cakes until every shelf was bare. Every cake was a miniscule appetizer for what I truly desired; never enough to fill my appetite. It was nowhere near as rich, tiring to taste almost but it was the closest thing I had.
I made my way back to the fox and angrily demanded more cheesecake, which he shakes his head and claims to be out of. "Where's the real cheesecake! The stuff Akro buys! Mrowf..." I scowl at him.
"I don't know," he says angrily, "get the hell away from me fatass!"
"Maoww.." I leave once more only to return with several boxes of pastries and ice cream. I scoop my paw into the ice cream and hold it up to the fox's muzzle. The blueberry ice drips from my paw onto his lap and the chair. "Eat this. If you won't give me what I want you can just feel the way I do. I won't be the only fatass here." I waved my paw in front of him.
"I'm not doing anything now let me go." The fox protested. I took my other paw from holding my belly and brought it up to his jaw, pulling it open. "You can eat it yourself or I'll force it down myself---your choice." I filled his muzzle with blueberry ice cream and closed it for him. "It's not gonna be fun with stuff this cold though..."
He tried spitting it out but I clamped his muzzle shut with my powerful paw until I saw him swallow it down. He cried out, shaking his head from the cold sensations but I met those cries with another paw full of ice cream. This time he struggled less, trying to swallow it down as quickly as possible nearly choking. There was an assortment of treats I had at my disposal and if he wasn't going to be cooperative with giving me what I wanted, I'll just have a different sort of fun. "Taste good, foxy?" I licked my lips. "Surely someone who owns a bakery must be able to appreciate all this delicious food. You have to give in to those indulgences every now and then, right?
I took a container of caramel after finding my way into the ice cream toppings and drizzled it around his muzzle. After stuffing his muzzle again with a creamy pastry from the box I'd brought in I licked the caramel off and murred. "I hope you weren't planning to keep that slim little figure of yours foxy... I'm gonna have to change that for you. You can have a nice big belly like me." I rubbed mine as if I was showing it off. I pressed my paw against his belly and then pressed him against mine like he couldn't already tell the difference. I wondered if it would ever be possible to get him just as big as I would from these ordinary treats alone.
"Who the hell is Akro! I don't have what you want!"
I did my best to keep his annoying yapping quiet with another pastry doused in powdered sugar and Bavarian cream, rinsing it out for him with some butter milk. He was begging to stop after a short while, his belly, while growing nowhere near as fast as mine had, was starting to bulge and look bloated. "Please, I can't eat anymore!" he whined. I gave him a short break before viciously stuffing him again and treated him like my own little sundae. I doused him in an array of toppings, treats and creams licking away their sweet flavors. His fur was sticky and matted; it was colored and textured in so many different ways. There was an array of syrups, buttery creams, candies, and even nuts mixed around in my delicious little fox treat. He was groaning and trying to hold his belly which I happily did for him. "Don't worry, you'll be nice and plump when we're done." I assured.
Whenever he protested I'd just manually make him eat. I'd pry open his muzzle and stuff whatever I favored at the time and snapped them shut, helping him chew if necessary. He wasn't strong enough to control his muzzle against my paws in their overgrown size and strength. He'd probably taken in triple his daily diet in less than an hour --- probably more considering how petite his frame was at the start. The bakery was destroyed with half its contents either in our bellies or on the floor and it just kept getting worse. I tilted his head back and emptied a bottle of whip cream into him, giving him a single cherry to finish it off with a smirk. That belly of his must have been ready to burst; we'd gone through countless boxes and displays of his. Soon after I heard the door chime go off and Akro was calling my name. He followed the rustling sounds to the back room and saw us both relishing in our gluttony---or rather mine. Perhaps that was all I was getting out of stuffing the poor fox after all, an outlet for my frustrated gluttony. I enjoyed watching him struggle to gulp it all down despite his stuffed belly.
"Cyr! What are you doing!?" Akro snapped at me.
"Well I was...I couldn't find you and I thought I'd find the cheesecake here meow..." I dropped an éclair onto the floor. I'd gotten a little bigger since he'd last seen me thanks to the incredible mass of sweets I'd eaten in place of the simple chocolate cheesecake. It wasn't anywhere near as satisfying but it still helped a little with the hunger pangs.
"Help!" the fox cried. "Get this damn tiger away from me!" He was coated in sweets and creams. I'd stuffed his insides and coated his outsides in the very sweets he made, probably now horrified by their presence.
The dragon sighed "You just can't handle that cheesecake can you..." He smiled. "I have some in the truck but you'll have to ride in the back. There's no way you'll fit up front."
My calls to the heavens had been answered. That was all the persuasion I needed to get out of here and back with Akro despite him always messing with me like this. The only problem was the fox and his now destroyed bakery. He was sitting there with his head hanging down and his stomach gurgling, held up with the tight blue ribbon.
"The fox here is gonna have to keep quiet about things though..." The dragon walked over to him. He ran his claw through a trail of caramel and licked it off. "isn't that right, foxy?" The dragon ran his claws down through the matted fur of his chest and back up around his muzzle. He released him from the chair but forced him back into his bindings.
"I... I won't say anything just get out of my bakery!" He whined.
Akro moved the chair around and tilted him back, looking at the fox. "No, no I don't think I can really trust you, sorry. We're gonna have to just take you with us, right kitty?" He looked over to me. I nodded. "Well that's a yes then."
"No! Someone...help!" The fox began to yell. I grabbed a hard piece of bread and stuffed his muzzle with to shut him up. He was too tired to chew it up so he sat there doing little more than mumbling whatever he could to try and be released.
"Good, now we've gotta get home. I want to have my share of fun with the fox." The dragon rubbed his crotch looking at him with a dark smirk. He grabbed a large flour sack and held it up above the fox. "Who knows, maybe I'll just let you eat him afterwards Cyr." The fox cried out in muffled pleas through the bread before the sack slid down around him. Akro snatched up the bag, swinging it up over his shoulder and we walked out to the truck. Akro tossed the squirming flour sack into the bed of the truck, crashing with a clink.
The fox and I sat in the back as we road off, he wiggled and whimpered inside. My stomach grumbled and I just patted the sack, assuring him we'd be home soon. "The hunger's kicking in again foxy..."