You somehow get turned into a cat, are forced to live outside as a stray and spend months slowly starving. I find you, so skinny your ribs show, and immediately know it’s you. You think you’re saved, and in many ways you are… but I have ideas for you. I don’t let anyone see you, barricading you in the basement in the most cushy and lavish environment I can provide. And I feed you. Day in, day out, I encourage your starving body to gorge itself on treats, sweet cream and succulent meats, until you’re ballooning outward. You can’t escape, the door is locked and you have no thumbs, and each day your belly is inching closer and closer to the floor. There’s nothing to do now except eat, to busy yourself guzzling down meal after meal and lay panting in your massive cat bed, too heavy to move more than the few steps between it and your feeding station, belly swaying and knocking against your swollen legs as you huff and puff, aching all over from the effort. You’re too huge to do anything but whine and purr when I pull your body into my lap, impaling you on my cock and forcing your tiny pussy to take every inch while you yowl in pleasure and agony, food coating your muzzle as every inch of you ripples and bounces as I use you. Getting you so big that all you can do is weakly push yourself forward with your paws, stomach so huge that it now permanently lays on the floor, growling for more food like you haven’t been fed in days despite gorging yourself on enough for 5 humans less than 20 minutes ago. Becoming permanently unable to leave your bed, so huge that I’ve had to move your banquet to the perfect height for you to reach your head over and eat messily while you lay, stomach pooling to the side, cheeks thick with fat that you’ll never, ever be able to work off.
No one would know you were there. No one would even be able to guess that my basement was home to my partner-turned-pet who I’ve fed to such startling obesity that you’re starting to spill over the sides of the 3XL dog bed I bought for you. Weight soaring so high it’s approaching human numbers, more times fat than you are anything else. Stuck eating endlessly, your stomach so used to the feeling of being achingly full that you hardly stop to whine when I’m fucking you from behind, enjoying how you quiver and clench around my cock, cumming to the sensation of being a useless, bloated mess of an animal and still shoving your face into the food like you’ve never eaten before in your life. Eventually getting so heavy that your bed is being crushed under your weight, and I have to get equipment to haul you up and out of it into a small, reinforced human bed, where I hook you up to a feeding tube so you can guzzle calories even in your sleep as you expand further and further, paws buried in rolls and your leaking pussy a mission to find as you become an unrecognizable pile of furry rolls, suckling and twitching as you melt into the soft mattress below you. Your brain dwindling to almost nothing, years of being fucked and fed eliminating all thoughts except the hunger, the need to grow and get off as you forget everything about what you once were, just an immobile blob destined to gain until your poor body gives out, but not before you were given an endlessly pleasurable existence.
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