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Base Hit

By Danath

Commissioned by and characters © Hypr

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"Thanks for dinner," Hypr said. The black and white tuxedo cat leaned back in his chair and patted his full belly, around which was wrapped a tight blue and yellow t-shirt. The feline's plump cheeks framed his face as he closed his eyes, savoring the hefty meal. His long black tail, tipped in white, swung lazily behind the chair.

Hypr's date was considerably leaner. Jim was also taller. The tabby stood a bit over six feet, compared to Hypr's 5-foot-ish size. The other feline grinned.

"No problem. You know I get those free from my work."

Hypr had met his current boyfriend while shopping at the grocery store. Jim was there hawking a new product line of weight loss meals. They were billed as the complete solution to eating, with all sorts of fancy chemicals and "additives designed by scientists to make YOU a fitter person!" Frozen dinners arrived each week. He'd been interested in losing a few pounds off his chubby frame, so he'd talked to Jim for a while. Eventually, the talking turned into getting coffee later, which turned into a date, which turned into a few fun nights over the last several weeks. They'd taken to eating together, since Jim got free meals from the diet food company. Hypr liked the food and they both enjoyed saving money.

Hypr patted his stomach again. It felt soft and plush. His fur had grown in the past few weeks. He'd be due for a trim soon. But there was more to it than just fur. His fingers squeezed his belly, which dimpled in ten different spots, demonstrating his rotundity.

"I'm really not sure this diet food is working," the tuxedo cat said. He looked up, away from his stomach, towards Jim. The tabby's eyes darted upwards and his jaw snapped shut.

"Well, you know how it goes. Sometimes you gotta gain a little weight to lose a little weight, right?" he said. "Anyways, there's a really nice exhibit at the museum tomorrow. Want to go?"

Hypr mentally shrugged off his concerns over his diet. He felt great, Jim didn't seem to mind him adding a few pounds, and the food was delicious. He nodded at Jim. "Sounds good to me!"

They chatted for a few more minutes before Hypr remembered it was time for their walk. Jim enjoyed the cool evening air and suggested they go for walks a few nights previously. Hypr found the light exercise agreeable after dinner.

Hypr's thighs scraped together as he walked alongside Jim down the sidewalk. The tuxedo cat's shorts made "skksssshh-sksshhh" noises with each step. Jim's arm rested comfortably on his shoulder; he kept his own arm around the tabby's midsection.

"I thought we'd walk down near my work tonight," Jim said. The company was starting out small; Hypr's grocery store was one of the first places they were introducing direct sales. The store was chosen for its proximity to the factory and offices.

Hypr and Jim chatted as they walked. They didn't talk about the food much. Hypr had heard it all in the opening pitch the first day he'd met Jim. Instead, they talked about music and movies, or whatever other topics came to mind. They walked a little over a mile through the mostly empty streets, leaving the rows of houses and passing small strip malls and office buildings, until they came to a stop in front of Jim's workplace.

The moon was high in the clear night sky as Jim leaned over and pressed his lips to Hypr's. The chubby feline purred as his boyfriend felt him up. Paws grasped at his hips and rump for several more seconds, until Jim pulled back, leaving Hypr gasping. The tuxedo cat purred again, louder this time, and his eyes narrowed. He'd been feeling good lately, but especially when it came to the bedroom. Every time he ate with Jim, after their walk, they'd wind up in bed together. Hypr didn't mind, but he wasn't sure it was because of Jim or the food. Or both. Either way, he was happy with it. Jim's hips pressed forward, smooshing into his full, plump belly. The tall feline growled with anticipation; Hypr could feel his arousal pressing into his lush pelt.

"Hey... while we're here, want to see inside?" Jim asked. His lips hovered just above Hypr's. The tuxedo cat felt a moment of embarrassment as he realized they were currently engaged in a quite risqué moment of PDA out on the open sidewalk, even if all the businesses were closed.

Still... he wondered if it wasn't worth skipping the tour to get home and into bed quicker. His heart raced and his erection throbbed. He'd been horny lately, but tonight he was really feeling it. Hypr's eyes widened a bit as he realized Jim might have been asking him to go to the office for more than a tour... even if he wasn't, Hypr was still gonna jump his bones, he decided.

"Let's do it!"

Jim walked with Hypr up to the gate, one paw squeezing the tuxedo cat's more than ample rump all the while. With his free paw, he swiped his card to get into the lot, then once more to enter the building. The front contained two floors of offices, conference rooms, break rooms, and the like. The back half of the building contained the production facilities. Hypr's eyes grew large as he looked out over the production floor, even forgetting for a moment that Jim's paws were now inside of his jeans and groping his rump quite eagerly.

"Wow!"

Gleaming metal containers as large as freight trucks stood on end rose from the floor to the rafters. Conveyor belts crossed and re-crossed each other. Everything was chrome and plastic - high tech, clean, and efficient. Hypr hadn't realize quite how high-tech his dinner had been.

Jim growled in his ear and the feline blushed as his cock gave a little jerk. The tall tabby was all over him, both paws rubbing, groping, and squeezing his thick little potbelly and meaty hips. Hypr purred as they kissed again, but Jim didn't wait long to break it.

"C'mon... let's get a midnight snack," he said, a note of playful naughtiness in his voice.

Hypr followed Jim down to the production floor, where they threaded between machines and up the aisles towards the far end.

"This is where the base product arrives. We add extra flavor and texture next station down, near the shipping."

Hypr looked at where Jim pointed. A mass of tubes descended from the ceiling, hooking into a large container that looked like a small water tower. More tubes descended from below, each a few inches thick.

"We pump the base into those," Jim said, pointing towards steel-and-plastic wheeled containers. "The forklift takes them to the flavoring and texturizing stations. It's perfectly good to eat it the way it is, but harder to market."

The tabby grinned and pulled one of the lower nozzles up into the air. Using the control panel situated a bit above the hose, hanging from a cable, he carefully turned it on. A small amount of creamy yellow mush pushed out of the hose like thickened cream corn.

"The base has to stay hot until we flash freeze it before shipping," Jim said. He used a finger to taste some of the base at the tip of the hose and motioned for Hypr to do the same.

The tuxedo cat's lips spread in a wide smile. The "base" was just as good as the finished product. Maybe better. He dipped his finger again and Jim obligingly used the controls to make more available.

"You know, one of the problems we had with this invention was that sometimes, people react to it the wrong way," Jim said. He turned the hose on again and Hypr scooped more up with three fingers. "It's very rare."

"What... mmmmhhh! What happens to people who... mmmh... react to it?" Hypr asked as he licked his fingers clean.

The taller feline grinned and his brown, black, and white striped coat bristled with excitement. "You haven't figured it out yet?"

Hypr only half-listened to Jim as he slurped more of the base from his fingers. Jim kept the flow going, which made Hypr very happy. "Figured out what?"

Jim's purr echoed in his ears. The taller male's paws roamed his chest and belly, before tipping his muzzle up for another brief kiss. Hypr enjoyed it, but he realized he'd rather be having more of the base. He was surprisingly hungry. But he felt even better than ever. His stomach gurgled and he leaned over to take the hose in both hands and slurp at the tip, where a steady flow of the creamy yellow base emerged.

Hypr's belly soon swelled as he continued to eat. No matter how much he ate, though, he continued to feel hunger. Soon, he plopped himself down on the floor. His rump spread across the smooth linoleum wider than before. His jeans, frankly, were having trouble holding him in. A muffin top formed over the waistband as he continued to slurp down the delicious base. Whatever was in it, he couldn't get enough of it. Jim's encouraging moans as he watched Hypr's belly expand only made him want more. Hypr could feel his boyfriend's paws caressing his growing belly, squeezing his inflating pecs, and stroking down his neck and shoulders. He couldn't decide whether he was hungrier or hornier at any given moment. The urges fluctuated between desires for sex and desires for food. Fortunately, Jim appeared to realize his dilemma as his paw stroked up the fat, growing male's lower belly.

Denim strained to accommodate the erection flexing outwards, under the swell of his belly. Hypr's eyes closed as his muzzle opened more widely, wrapping around the tip of the hose as Jim turned the pressure up. The tall tabby straddled Hypr's thighs as the tuxedo cat flopped onto his backside, but soon hopped in between instead. Hypr's chubby legs filled out, making his jeans look like over-inflated balloons. And still the feline ate.

Jim watched, eyes wide and muzzle hanging open, hopelessly lost in lust for what he was watching. Hypr was one of the incredibly rare cases where the food didn't encourage weight loss. Quite the opposite. He hadn't known when he'd started dating the short feline, but after a few weeks, he recognized the signs. He'd been trained in them for when he sold food to people and got complaints. It wasn't dangerous, but it was one of Jim's secret fantasies. The reason he'd started working for the company was knowing the side effect was real. And now here he was, with a moaning, growing, fat tuxedo cat guzzling the unadulterated base straight from the source...

Jim's hips thrust forward, grinding his bulge against Hypr's. The feline's body grew more quickly; huffs and moans of pleasure mixed with the eager slurps as he ate more and more. Jim realized he had the flow turned all the way to high already and drew in his breath with a sharp intake. There was no telling what would happen next, though he thought Hypr - now a hundred pounds heavier, at least - looked better than ever.

Hypr's blue and gold t-shirt ripped apart at the seams. Scraps clung around his neck and armpits. Jim's eyes bulged. The tuxedo cat literally grew out of his clothing. A pair of breast-like mounds formed on the short feline's chest. He reached forward and pawed at them roughly, getting a fabulous moan of pleasure out of the tuxedo cat. The plush and smooth breasts rolled under his paws as they swelled larger, forming into swollen teardrops. Even Hypr's nipples fattened up into sensitive nubs, which Jim eagerly wrapped his lips around. The tuxedo cat squirmed as Jim's hips pressed into his body, but he didn't break his muzzle away from the hose.

Hypr's jeans went next. Jim had to lean back to watch as the feline's erection throbbed its way out of the denim, pulling the threads holding the seams together apart, until with a yawning motion, the whole massive length flopped over. Jim stared, almost drooling. Hypr's cock was bigger than before. Much bigger. Not just lengthwise, but in terms of thickness. Like the cat, his cock had also gotten nice and fat. A pair of coconut-sized nuts hung below, resting on top of the feline's widespread rump. Even Hypr's tail was thicker and fluffier; his fur was growing longer, long enough for Jim to wrap it around his fingers as he scrambled for purchase on the growing belly beneath him.

The tuxedo cat couldn't believe how good he felt. He guzzled the creamy base eagerly, only getting hungrier, wanting more and more of the stuff. The hose fit easily into his mouth now. In fact, it may have been a bit small. His chest bulged outwards, fleshing out until they appeared breast-like. His hips expanded greatly, accentuating the curves running over his black and white-furred body. Jim's paws squeezed, groped, and massaged him constantly, and every touch brought new pleasure. His cock jerked upwards, reaching into the sky, finally able to expand to full stiffness. As the denim pants split from his waist down to his ankles, torn apart by his growing size, he felt Jim's belly and chest squeeze against his heavy balls and cock. Hypr groaned and huffed through his nose before returning to chugging down the base. His cock flopped over, pushed towards his knees by his bloating belly. It was almost six inches across, constantly drooled a nice rope of pre-cum, and was supported by swollen testicles now nearly the size of bowling balls. Hypr was nearly as tall laying down as he was standing up at this point, and Jim loved it. His paws dug into the fleshy, flabby body beneath him, disappearing to the wrists in long, soft fur and smooth, dimply belly fat.

Hypr's huge belly rose majestically into the air, so fat and full that Jim couldn't even see his boyfriend's face from behind it. Hypr's body grew taller, stretching to accommodate more and more of the fantastically fat stomach and enormous breasts wiggling about on top of it. Soon he was taller than Jim by several feet. Each of Hypr's new massive breasts was twice the size of Jim's head. The tabby slurped at each nipple lustfully, which made Hypr's cock flex upwards grandly and spray a few ropes of pre-cum between his cankles. Rolls of blobby fat jiggled and bounced as the tuxedo cat moaned.

Jim's cock rubbed into Hypr's fur. The tabby had lost his clothes along the way up the ascent of Hypr's stomach. The tuxedo cat's eyes cracked open as he felt his boyfriend's hands rubbing against him. They moaned in unison as Hypr grew until the flow from the hose abruptly ended. The machine beeped and went silent.

"Out... out of base," Jim gasped.

Hypr was disappointed. He was still ravenously hungry. But where there wasn't food... there was sex.

Jim moaned as he felt Hypr's arms grasp his backside and squeeze him down into the white fur on the big feline's chest. His legs kicked faintly as he felt the warm layers of fur and fat envelop him. Jim's body shook and tingled with pleasure as he squirmed his way over his now 12-foot-tall boyfriend. Hypr weighed at least a ton. Probably more. The feline's stomach hung over his thighs and arms, making him look a bit stubby; only his massive erection kept the folds of fat from reaching down to his knees.

Hypr's cock twitched as Jim wrapped both arms around it. He moaned and reached out to the sides. His whole body jiggled madly as the tingles of pleasure grew stronger. A fat slab of tail slapped against the linoleum as he struggled to thrust his massive new hips. Jim held on for all he was worth as the tuxedo cat's orgasm made him moan deeply with lust. A moment later, Jim found himself deluged with thick, sweetly scented cum. Gushes of sticky seed poured from Hypr's flexing, 32-inch cock. Jim held on as best he could; the fat member was nearly as thick as it was long, and it took all of the tall tabby's strength to hold it as it jerked back and forth wildly. Gouts of jizz splattered over Jim's head and shoulders, coating his face. The strangest and best part was how it tasted. Jim hadn't expected the sweet, delicious, creamy flavor, but Hypr's cum was nearly as good as his company's diet food.

Hypr moaned and jiggled, gasping for breath as his cock continued to shoot. He cried out, belly rumbling, desperately hungry for more. He felt Jim's wet body slide up against him, using the base of his cock as a footstool to climb up onto his five-foot-tall belly.

Hypr panted hard, still cumming, unable to stop the flow of pleasure emanating from his massive testicles and overly-fat shaft. Jim rubbed on his chest, teasing his nipples through his long chest fur.

"You know... if you're still hungry, I can arrange seconds..."

Hypr's head bobbed up and down. The tuxedo cat licked his lips and moaned with pleasure.

"More! More, please!" he said, nearly begging his boyfriend.

Jim purred and slipped forward until his face pressed against Hypr's lips. The two shared an awkwardly-sized kiss in which Hypr's plump, feminine lips overwhelmed most of Jim's muzzle, before the tall, thin tabby slipped free of the tuxedo cat's enormous, fat new body. Hypr sat up, his whole frame jiggling, and wrapped a paw around his still spurting erection.

"Look up!" Jim called.

Hypr did. He opened his muzzle wide as the tabby lowered a hose directly over his open muzzle.

"There's four more cans up here... you just say when..."

Hypr closed his eyes as the sweet, delicious base hit his tongue, prompting a few particularly large blasts of cum to well up from his massive erection. Jim, he decided, really was the best boyfriend ever.

The tabby was soon back on top of Hypr. The tuxedo cat's huge body rumbled as his flexing cock remained rock hard, curling upwards over his massive stomach to rest between Jim's thighs. Heavy black arms soon surrounded Jim's backside as Hypr pulled him in tight.

"What are... wh... whommm!"

Clamping the end of the hose between his large and luxurious lips, Hypr kept a firm grasp on Jim as he rolled his tubby body to the side. Hypr shuddered with pleasure as he hefted his hips, getting his cock up over Jim's belly and chest beneath him. The tabby's head was somewhere between his large breasts, which weren't huge compared to the rest of him, but still big enough to smother Jim easily.

Jim came hard. The rolling, soft fur and heavy, smooth weight of the growing tuxedo cat made his balls churn. He wriggled madly, arms shoving through fat and fur to wrap around the massive, nearly three-foot-long length throbbing against his belly and chest. The tip sprayed him with pre-cum as he humped into it, though his range of motion was understandably limited by the several tons of feminized feline atop of him. Hypr's cock lurched, jerking, and erupted in a steady blast of thick white seed. Jim coughed as a wave of cum overwhelmed him in the hot, humid, pitch black cave beneath the fat tuxedo cat on top of him. Hypr's intensely low rumbles of purring pleasure made his teeth chatter as the huge erection send waves of seed across him, before the massive belly ground it deep into his pelt.

Jim came again a few minutes later as Hypr rolled himself forward and backward, grinding his belly and breasts and cock across Jim's much tinier body. He suckled greedily on the hose, slurping up every last drop as his body grew even larger, passing twelve feet in height. He was close to that tall lying down.

When the hose ran dry after another ten minutes or so, Hypr rolled off his boyfriend and onto his back. Neither male moved, besides Hypr's flexing, jerking shaft. Jim's wide eyes stared blankly at the overhead lights; his face was still except for the slight awe-filled smile on his lips.

A massive white paw four times the size of his descended over his face and moved to his chest, wrapping around his torso like he were a large doll. He felt himself lifted into the air and hung from that huge paw as he went higher and higher.

A blast of sweetly scented humid breath washed over his face, followed by a massive tongue that swept across his cheek and neck. Loud purrs drowned out any other noise as Jim stared into the hugely grown face of his boyfriend.

Hypr was standing. How the immensely fat cat was able to get up and move at all was a mystery. Large breasts hung from his chest, pushing out over the top of his belly. His bloated, jiggling rump stuck nearly the same distance out the back. An enormous belly coated in eight-inch long fur jutted out from beneath his breasts, providing them with some support. Rolls of fat ran down the belly, constantly moving and undulating and changing. Beneath the belly, or rather, curling up along the front, was an erection that was easily two-third the height Jim was and thicker than his thigh.

The tabby reached out with his arms and legs as Hypr kissed his entire face with huge and plump lips, blocking out light for another moment. Jim's cock throbbed, jerking madly up and down. He'd never been so aroused. Hypr's paw lifted him higher and set him on the control pad where he'd been previously.

"Moooorrree..."

Hypr's voice was deep, the deepest he'd ever heard. The cat's words came out like moaned bellows. Jim set to work, putting together every drop of base he could find in the factory and feeding it through three hoses, which Hypr eagerly popped between his lips. The hoses were like toothpicks against his juicy lips.

When the flow began again, Hypr reached out and snatched Jim from the podium. The tabby squirmed as he was thrust into the tuxedo cat's massive cleavage. He wiggled and moved around, digging his fingers through the long, plush fur, which managed to shed most of the gallons of cum expelled earlier. The tabby slid lower, over Hypr's enormous belly, until his feet came to rest on the base of the tuxedo cat's enormous sheath. Hypr's footsteps shook the building as he lumbered towards the wall. Huge paws grasped Jim and held his backside to the drywall before his hips shoved forward. Thousands of pounds of feline fatness pressed against the tabby, squeezing him anew underneath that soft, tubby flesh and massive, throbbing maleness. Hypr's body began to grow anew as he guzzled as much base as he could get out of the hoses in his muzzle.

Jim, far beneath, trapped in a luxuriantly humid and warm cave of fat feline flesh, could do nothing but wonder at how big his boyfriend would eventually get. Hypr came again, pumping gallons and gallons of hot white jizz over Jim's body as base filled the insatiable feline's belly. Jim came as well, unable to stop the flood of pleasure as cum filled his mouth and nose. It was sweet and tasty, almost addictively good, and every drop made Jim's cock ache and cum again and again.

It was then, with a massive, eighteen-foot tall feline, that Jim remembered the semi-truck out back with a selection of vats of base, each holding many thousands of gallons. It was due to ship the next Monday.

Jim smiled beatifically as the rolls of fat squeezed against him, pinning him to the wall. Hypr was going to get his fill. The tabby would make sure of it.

The end