She was sitting at her vanity, powdering her face when he walked in. She didn’t even turn around to say that, merely glanced at him through the mirror. Charlie was momentarily shocked, but then nodded to her and quickly made his way back to his room to put on his maid outfit. This was a common occurrence for him. Sometimes she’d demand to see him in his maid outfit, while other times she didn’t mind the butler one. But he would gladly change for her whenever she asked.
The maid outfit was slightly more revealing. The skirt portion didn’t even go past his mid thigh, and there was a cat head hole right where his chest was. It showed off a bit of his cleavage squishing out against it. The sleeves were tight right below his shoulders. It was a bit more difficult to move around in this outfit, but he’d never complain to his Mistress. He quickly made his way back to her door and knocked.
“Enter.”
He opened the door and shut it behind him as he walked in. He stood behind her, just like earlier. This time when she glanced up, she smiled and slowly turned around in her seat. There was a spark in her green eyes.
“That’s better. Now, Charlie, do me a favor and do not take that outfit off till you burst out of it.”
Charlie paused, and blinked a few times to catch up with what he heard. His maid outfit had started to show how much he’s grown, but even with how ill fitting it had become he wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to completely outgrow it.
“Do you expect me to even wear it while I sleep, Mistress?”
“Oh heavens of course not-“
He sighed in relief.
“- I expect you to do it today kitten.”
His eyes widen and a blush began to form on his chubby cheeks. She giggled.
“Oh stop. I know you can do it. I would suggest you sit around and just stuff your face till it happens, but I know how much you don’t like ignoring your duties.”
He nodded, he hated the idea of not doing anything at all. He was her butler after all. And if he did nothing at all, then how was he ever to keep his worth?
She continued, “ Yes, so since you need to be doing something, I suggest that as long as you are working, you are also eating.”
She got up from her seat and walked up to him. She placed her small hand on his tum and patted it. It gurgled, reminding him that he had yet to eat today. “I want to see you eating something all day, no matter what. I’ll make sure of that.”
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Breakfast was the easiest. She didn’t add anything to his simple meal of eggs, bacon, toast and a cup of whole milk. He was sure that she would add a pastry of some kind, but she just sat there with her own portion and smiled. After taking and cleaning their dishes, he got started on making a list of things that needed to be bought for the home. He would receive lists from the head chef and head housekeeper, and he would then in turn check the stock room and pantry to make sure everything was listed off.
It was in the stock room that he heard someone come into the room. He looked and saw his Mistress come in with a plate of cookies. When she got to him, she immediately shoved a cookie into his mouth. He had no choice but to eat it, and it was delicious. It was still warm, and it was crunchy on the outside but soft on the inside. The chocolate chips were gooey, coating his mouth as he chewed. As he finished it, a second one was pushed into his mouth. This went on as he continued to check the stock. Cookie after cookie would pass through his lips with no room in between them until finally there was none left. She smiled at him and finally left him alone again. It wasn’t till then that he noticed a slight bit more pressure in his tummy. He rubbed his belly and burped into his fist before continuing on with his work.
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This continued on throughout the morning. Treat after treat would make his way to him, and his Mistress would happily feed him as he worked. She fed him slices of cake, batches of brownies, plates of cookies, and other such desserts until it was finally time for lunch. He had just finished a plate of scones and was now slowly making his way to the kitchen. He was full, his belly now pushing against his maid outfit. He could have sworn that the fabric was slowly inching its way higher up his legs, showing more and more skin as it went. The end of his skirt was barely covering the top of his thighs, and soon would start showing the very bottom of his belly. Yet there wasn’t a tear yet, he was afraid that he wouldn’t burst out of the outfit and it would simply no longer cover his body.
He held his belly as he walked, trying to stop it from sloshing around and causing more discomfort. He hiccuped and burped softly as he got closer. But before he could enter, his Mistress came out and blocked him.
“Oh no no no. You are to sit at the dining room table. I will bring you your meal.”
He was about to protest, but she began to push him away. “Go on now. I know how hungry you must be,” she teased. He relented and made his way to the table. As he was slowly lowering himself onto the seat, he felt something give, and his belly expanded a little with the extra room. Upon inspection, he found that the bow to his apron had come undone, and now the flaps were loosely on his sides. It didn’t count, but it gave him hope that maybe he’d be able to stop soon.
He inspected his clothing further and found that, when sitting, his skirt barely covered his legs at all. The ends of the fabric were just shy of exposing his belly. He patted his tum, causing it to gurgle. He was so full already, but he knew his Mistress would not stop till he burst out of his clothes. He hiccuped, causing his belly to wobble, and he groaned. He hoped he'd be able to get up after lunch.
Half an hour passed before his Mistress entered the room. With the little time he was given as a break, he was starting to breath a little bit easier. His tummy was still full, of course, but he was finally relaxing, until he wasn’t. The Mistress brought in two plates with her. One with a bowl of creamy potato soup with bits of bacon in it, the other with a sub cut in half with cheese and tomato sauce oozing from the sides, a classic chicken parm sandwich. They both smelled amazing. Even with his full tummy he began to drool at the thought of eating them both. He rubbed at his belly, momentarily forgetting his fullness.
His Mistress sat the two meals down and motioned for him to eat, which he did with no hesitation. He began with the bowl of soup. It was warm and creamy. The bacon was salty, and as he lifted up his spoon he saw that there were globs of cheese and chunks of onion and carrots mixed in. He savored the flavors, and before he knew it the bowl was empty. He stifled a burp in his hand and began to rub his tummy. Not only did he feel how stretched his belly was, but also the fabric of his dress. He didn’t understand how it could still contain him after everything. He swore that he could hear creaking, he just wanted it to tear already. His belly gurgled and a burp slipped past his lips. He blushed as his Mistress pushed the next plate in front of him. Charlie picked up the sandwich and began to eat again.
Slowly he made his way through it. Bite after bite of cheesy, saucy chicken and bread slid down his throat and expanded his tight gut. He groaned as he felt his stomach grumble even more. He tried to push his belly out in hopes that the dress would finally give but it just held on. Even after the last bite joined the rest in his packed gut, not a single thread had given out. He let his head fall back and didn’t try to hide the burp he let out. He was just so tired from the heavy weight in his belly sitting on his lap, still covered by his maid outfit. He barely registered the hand slowly rubbing circles into his belly. His Mistress pushed a finger against his stomach and felt how tight he felt.
“I really thought for sure you’d rip through this by now.” She placed both hands on either side of his wide expanse and gave him a gentle squeeze that still made him groan at the discomfort. She stopped and continued with her rubbing circles. After a few minutes of caressing his stuffed midsection she got up and stood beside him, grabbing his right arm.
“Come, it probably isn’t too comfortable sitting like this. Let's get you to a more comfortable spot.”
He moaned at the thought of moving, but after a moment's hesitation he began to slide himself closer to the seat edge. He used one hand to grip the dining table, and the other to support his tum to prevent any unnecessary movements. Slowly but surely he got onto his two feet with the help of his Mistress, his belly wobbling as it was pulled down by gravity. The weight making him have to arch his back to give his belly more room. He hiccuped and groaned and clutched at his middle, his Mistress leading him towards her personal Reading Room. She led him towards the plush coach they’d both use to sit next to each other during lazy days. She made sure that he slowly and carefully sat on the cushions and then pushed him into a lying position. With laying on his side his belly was no longer pulling at his back, now being supported by the soft pillows. He was both more comfortable and still in pain by the sheer volume in his tummy. His Mistress sat down next to his head which then made him want to pull himself closer to her to put his head on her lap. He struggled a little before she granted mercy on him since all this began and shimmied closer for him to snuggle into her. She began to run her fingers through his hair. With now being close to his Mistress, he began to purr softly and gently fell into a food coma, his tummy slowly digesting all the things he’d eaten .
The last thing he heard before slipping into darkness was, “Maybe when you wake up we can continue working on tearing this outfit.”
He groaned, and just before he was going to cradle his belly, small gentle hands were placed underneath it and lifted it up. He looked up at his Mistress, who had gotten up from her seat at the dining room table without him noticing. A big smile was now on her face, and her eyes were warm again.
“There’s my good handsome kitty.”
Really wanted to draw a part from my fic Butlers and Oatmeal. I might draw more later on.
Cordelia used to not have a single worry in the world. Her family was rich and all she had to do was complete her lessons. Those lessons were for when she would take over the family buisness. She used to think that her future husband would do it, so she really didn't take her lessons seriously. Oh, how foolish she had been.
Ten years later she was quite adapt at maintaining the Mondlicht Luxury Furnishing. Cordelia was very busy these days. With all the meetings, paper work, and trips to her artisan craftsmen, not a day goes by without something needing her attention. This was one such day. Charlie, her personal butler, came into her room as she was finishing up getting ready. She chose a simple outfit, white blouse with puffy sleeves, a black sash to sinch in her waist, and a dark red skirt that flared out. She wore a matching red coat, along with black mittens, scarf, and ear muffs. Winter had defiantly caught up over the past few weeks. It was bitterly cold now, and no matter what she always felt the cold to her bones. They had to get going if she didn't wish to be late. It was beginning to snow as they got on the carriage.
The storm was steadingly getting stronger, but she had made it to the bakery. Cordelia had chosen the place, for she loved the goods they had. She had came here to meet the manager of he family company, he gave her the monthly report, and she gave him her orders. They exchanged paper work, spoke about scheduling and materials as they took sips from their coffees, and finally that would conclude their meeting. He left first, and she continued to sip at her coffee. Cordelia waved to a waiter and order a Black Forest cake to take home with her. She paid her bill and off she went. The storm was beginning to get stronger, so it would be foolish for her to linger any longer.
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When she got home she ordered a bath to be made for her, and once she was warm and comfortable again, she changed into a warm knitted sweater dress. She order tea to be made and had Charlie bring the Black Forest cake. While she did have a slice of cake with her tea, she knew she wouldn’t have anymore than that, but she had no intention to let the cake be wasted.
"Charlie, would you like a slice?"
He smiled at her, " If my Mistress would allow me to have some, I would love a slice of cake."
"Then please, by all means."
He cut a generous amount and began to eat his portion. Cordelia tried not to stare, but she couldn't help but take peaks at him between sips of her tea. She couldn't help herself, he was so precious whe he ate. He had a large smile on his face as he chewed, his fluffy cat ears drooped down in contentment. His tail wiggling behind him happily. He's always been so cute, ever since she's meet him. And in the last few years, they both realized how much they both enjoyed this specific activity. He's grown a lot since the discovery. And who knows how much bigger he could get?
It took her by surprise when she heard the scrap of the fork on the plate. Was she so distracted that she lost herself in the moment? He placed the plate back on the table and patted his belly happily.
"I really do enjoy a slice of Black Forest. Thank you my Mistress.”
She grinned,"Then why don't you have some more?"
Charlie looked at the rest of the cake with desire, " Are you sure, my Mistress?"
Cordelia nodded, "You know that I don’t eat more than a small sliver of cake. And it would go to waste. Don’t even bother cutting another slice, just eat from the cake."
His eyes widen, and she could see a bit of drool gathering in the corners of his mouth. He quickly snapped out of it and pulled himself together, “Thank you Mistress, I’ll try not to leave a crumb behind.” Then he picked up the cake and fork and began to dig in.
Bite after bite, Charlie dug in with gusto. As fast as he was eating, he was still being very careful to not make a mess. Even when chocolate would smear on his lips, he would dutifully wipe his face with his handkerchief. But even with the short pauses he was still finishing the cake faster than she could eat her single slice. Cordelia couldn’t help herself anymore, she kept her eyes on his great big belly. He would need a new suit soon with how the buttons were struggling with his growing heft. She was surprised that he was still able to button it up this morning. His belt must be pinching his waist. When she looked back up to his face, she saw that he had eaten half of the cake. He was taking another pause, handkerchief pressed to his mouth as he huffed into it. He must need to burp, but he was always so shy to not do it in front of her. As much as she tried to encourage him, it was still rare for her to hear him do so. After the pause, Charlie started up eating again.
Cordelia wanted to touch his tummy. To pet him and soothe him. To cuddle up to his warm body. Even with her warm clothing, she would always feel the chill of the winter weather outside. While having a fire blazing in the fire placed helped, leaning into her big kitty was the best for cold winter nights. But as much as she wanted to place her hands upon his soft pudge, she waited patiently for him to finish what he had started. It would be worth it.
Charlie was struggling a bit, but he was so close to finishing. He wasn’t about to disappoint his Mistress. He paused again, only a fourth of the cake was left, but he needed to help his poor bloated belly. He rubbed the top of his stomach, trying to free up space. He felt deep gurgles rolling in his tummy, no doubt gas caught inside him, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his Mistress. He kept everything down, which in turn made him feel even more bloated. His tail curled around him instinctually to bring him some comfort. But he was able to continue again after a second for him to breath. Slowly now, he was able to eat every bite that was left. He sighed deeply as he put the plate back down. A hiccup escaped him, causing his belly to wobble up and down painfully, and he groaned in discomfort. He felt a hand being placed on his arm as he was lead to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He looked down to his Mistress, he could tell that she was proud of him.
Cordelia helped Charlie to the sofa, guiding him down slowly so he could rest. When he got comfortable she sat right next to him, and finally took hold of his massive belly. She rubbed it slowly, trying to get gas to escape from the pit of his belly, but he was only able to hiccup. He moaned as the belly rubs began to ease the pain. She was able to feel how grumbly his belly was, that’s what he gets for being stubborn. She paused in her caring to release his girth from its confines of his shirt, and struggled a bit to heft his belly enough to unbuckle his belt and get to his pants button. She released his belly and it wobbled again, causing him to groan and release more hiccups.
“Oh how careless of my darling. I should have been more gentle.” She began to caress his bare belly again to help with the pain.
He sighed in relief, “It’s quite alright my Mistress. I’ll be fine after some rest.”
They stayed like that for a while, Charlie began to doze off as Cordelia cuddled up to him. She relished in his warmth. His tummy had quieted down a bit, but she continued to rub soothing circles. She began to hear quiet purrs from her pretty kitty, a sign he was absolutely comfortable and loving all the attention she was giving him. She giggled, and rested her head on his great belly, dozing off along with him.
He woke up feeling groggy and still heavy from the night before. Cold air was tickling the underside of his belly and he instinctively tried to pull his nightshirt down in vain. It didn’t even budge, actually bouncy up more after he let go to expose more of his corpulent form. He brought a hand to his tummy and groaned. He was still so bloated from the feast the night before. He took a second to breathe in, and then tried to sit up. He struggled but ultimately fell back down on his back, the bed creaking as he did so. His whole body jiggled, including his belly, and he felt something quickly rise up from the depths of his gut into his throat. He was too slow to stop the massive belch and blushed as he rubbed his belly. It was a good thing his Mistress wasn’t with him, or he’d be even more embarrassed.
He tried to lean one side to help make it easier to get up. He rocked back and forth, his belly wobbling in the air, until he was finally able to roll onto his side. Not being pinned down to the bed by his tummy felt so much better to him now, and he forced himself to finally sit up. His belly flopped onto his thick thighs, close to reaching his knees if he wasn’t careful. His shirt had completely ridden up to just below his chubby moobs. He finally noticed the pinching feeling just below his belly from the too small shorts he wore to sleep. He didn’t really care how ill fitting his night clothes were, as long as his suits and outfits still fit him relatively ok. He scratched the back of his fluffy cat ears as a form of encouragement to ready himself to get up on his paws. He braced himself with one hand on the bed, and used the other to cradle his belly. With a grunt he slowly made it onto his feet, slightly unstable, but with his tail sticking out to counteract the weight on his front, he was able to keep his balance.
He slowly stretched his back, bending back until he heard the pops of relief form his aching bones. It made his belly stick out even further. He yawned and began to make his way to the bathroom, but he kicked something and he paused. He usually kept his room clean, it was rare for him to leave things on the floor. He looked down and pushed his belly out of the way to see his maid outfit crumbled on the floor. ‘Oh, that’s right, I was so exhausted after my meal to properly put it away.’ He slowly crouched down and picked the garment up. It was wrinkled and covered in stains of all the food he’d eaten the night before. He put it in his laundry hamper, he needs to collect all the dirty laundry today, but that could wait until after breakfast.
Since his maid outfit was dirty, he decided to just put on his butler suit. He brought it out from the closest, started tugging up the pants as he struggled a bit to pull past his thighs. He put his white button down shirt on, holding his breath to close all the buttons. But even when he did breathe out, gaps formed in between a few of the buttons. The shirt was no longer long enough to cover all of his tummy, his bottom roll was plainly visible. He sucked in his tummy again to force his pants button close, and also put his belt on. He was on the last hole before he needed a longer one, or better yet, suspenders. When he released his breath again, his belly completely covered the front of his pants. He put on the suit jacket and left it open because there was no hope to close it around his belly. Last were his white gloves, the easiest thing to put on, but still a slight difficulty with his pudgy hands. And he was all dressed. Just a second to brush his hair and he was all ready to start his day by greeting his Mistress. And also make breakfast.
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He’d decided that breakfast could be simple. A bit of oatmeal to start the day, to warm the soul and the body. He had eaten his bowl quickly before setting the table for his Mistress. A nice steaming bowl with cinnamon on top with apple slices and blueberries sprinkled on. He placed a spoon next to it and placed down her cup of coffee. Black with no sugar, just like she liked it. With everything prepared, he swiftly made his way to her room, knocked three times, waited a few seconds, then made his way inside.
She was already dressed, just finishing the last few touches to her makeup. She was beautiful, radiant in his eyes. She glanced at him through the mirror and pouted, “What? No maid outfit today?”
He bowed, “My apologies Mistress, but my maid outfit was dirty and wrinkled. I need to wash it before I can wear it again. I know how much you love to see me wear it.”
She sighed, “It can’t be helped. You are also quite dashing in your suit as well, so it’s not all bad.”
“Thank you Mistress. I only wish to please you.”
His Mistress placed her makeup away and stood up. She was dressed in a lovely brown sweater dress, which hugged her small frame. She walked up to him and hugged his arm to her chest. She barely came up to his chest, her head leaning on just below his shoulder. Her hair, a bright fiery red, was tied in a bun, her hair slicked back. Not a strand out of place. Her bright green eyes looked up to him, expectantly. “How is my gorgeous kitty today? Did you have a nice sleep?” She patted his belly lovingly. He blushed in response and began to lead her out the room and to the dining room.
“I slept very well Mistress, just like I always do after you take care of me.”
“Oh that’s good. I was quite worried that I may have pushed you too hard last night.” She gently caressed his tummy, pushing in a bit to feel his warmth. He had led her to her seat, expertly guiding her and then gently pushing the seat in. He placed a napkin on her lap and then stepped back to stand behind her for if she needed him. His ears twitched as he began to listen for the footsteps of the other servants. The mansion was beginning to stir for the morning. He heard the clink on the spoon being placed down and the rustling of fabric, which brought his attention back to his Mistress. She was watching him, had she said something to him that he didn’t catch?
He bowed, “My apologies, Mistress, did you need something?”
“Have you eaten?” He blushed in embarrassment, “Of course Mistress.”
“Without me? How much?”
“Just a small bowl.”
Her eyes widen, “That’s all? Isn’t my pretty kitty hungry?”
His blush harder, “No Mistress. I still feel the feast that I ate last night. The single bowl is enough for now.” He instinctively placed his hand on his big belly. He was still so bloated from last night that he couldn’t dare eat a big meal for breakfast. But he knew his Mistress wouldn’t allow this.
She pouted, “Bring me the pot that you made this oatmeal in.” He bowed, “Right away Mistress.”
He brought back a medium sized pot that was about half full of the still warm oatmeal. He unconsciously made more than he needed. This would be his downfall. His Mistress crossed her arms and looked down on him with her piercing green eyes, “I want you to eat all of it right here in front of me.”
He looked down at the pot and gulped. He hesitated for just a split second before he brought the oatmeal to his lips. He tipped the bottom up and began to swallow mouthfuls of the warm meal. His stomach groaned at the sudden volume of food. It was not happy with him one bit. But he couldn’t go against what his Mistress wished, so slowly but surely he ate and ate. His stomach was already pushing against the buttons on his shirt, but now they began to struggle even more as his belly bulged against them.
He moaned as he continued to gulp down his breakfast. His tail curled around his legs as a way to comfort himself as he began to feel pangs of pain in the pit of his stomach. He was breathing deeply now, he closed his eyes and scrunched up his face as he fought through the pain. Finally, after what felt like forever, the last of the oatmeal slid into his mouth, down his throat, and squeezed into his tight belly. He heard a ping and felt his belly push forward a bit forward. As he placed the pot down on the dining room table, he looked down to see that one of his buttons had popped off his shirt. Which wasn’t a surprise since his tummy stuck out a couple of inches more than it had just minutes before. He groaned, and just before he was going to cradle his belly, small gentle hands were placed underneath it and lifted it up. He looked up at his Mistress, who had gotten up from her seat at the dining room table without him noticing. A big smile was now on her face, and her eyes were warm again.
“There’s my good handsome kitty. Now you’re going have all the energy you need for the morning.”
He blushed again, but basked in his Mistress’s attention.
I’m new to posting my kink art so be gentle. For 2021 I wanted to just draw what I want when it comes to this kind of stuff. So I made an oc specifically for this. He doesn’t have a name, but I so badly wanted to draw a fat and happy cat boy in a maid outfit. I love him and am already thinking up short stories about him and his mistress. Maybe I’ll do color and line art next time.
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