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WARNING: Contains uber fat stuff, ego inflation, fat-corruption, bad language, and dessicration of a Dark Stalkers character XD You've been waaarrrned.
A request for
elcid! Felicia from DarkStalkers has a bit of an eating problem, which spirals out of control and well...lets just say this is quite possibly one of the fattest things I have ever written once again XD Enjoy~!
*Much* better in the google docs version which keeps bolding and italic use intact https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....H1_ODWon4/edit
Felicia and Jon Talbain and DarkStalkers franchise belong to Capcom of course.
“Oh no...please don’t be higher!” a voice squeaked despondently from the bathroom.
The bathroom scales clicked and squealed as the 400lb+ catgirl stepped onto them, having to suck her flabby potato sack of a belly in as best she could to read the numbers. She gulped a little as the dial spun a good few times before settling on a number: 443. 443lbs. That was at least 40lbs heavier than she had been two days earlier. Her white furred feet tapped on the scales as she looked in the mirror beside it, seeing the decidedly overfed girl looking back at her.
Felicia was, as always, butt naked. Her body was a mixture of soft, peachy skin and silky white fur that seemed to have the convenient coincidence of concealing her womanly areas from view, while allowing her to discard the notion of wearing any articles of clothing at all. A white tail swished about behind her and her enormous mass of blue hair was frizzy from having only just woke up minutes earlier. At 4 in the afternoon. Lazy catgirl is lazy it seemed.
But this wasn’t why she was looking herself over in the mirror, she was in actuality staring at her physique, or more to the point, the shape of it. Felicia’s body had been steadily increasing in corpulence lately, and it was definitely showing; a belly like a beachball sagged over her crotch like a fleshy mound of jello, her large white paws sunk into either side of it, gripping at love handles while her red claws pinched at the flab with slight discomfort. Her breasts, normally pretty damn sizeable already had ballooned to the size of beachballs, jiggling atop her mound of a gut and sagging to the sides just a little bit. Her buttocks were like small boulders, flabby cheeks that seemed to jiggle with a mind of their own as she shifted her weight
Her paws drifted from holding her tummy sides to balling into fists and resting on her thick, thunderous thighs, sinking into them. How had she gained so quickly? Its not like she’d been skipping out on exercise at all. But then, she had recently been quite indulgent. A cute frown plastered over her full face, causing her plump cheeks to dimple, and a paw raised to rub the developing double chin she sported.
“Oh...I guess all that fan sent food is really catching up with me!” she pouted. “But its so yummy…”
Rrrrrrrrrgh...
A rumble from that bulging stomach of hers distracted her, Felicia sighed and began a waddle from the bathroom towards the kitchen of her luxurious penthouse home. Being a famous singer, dancer and entertainer definitely paid off for the catgirl, leaving her loaded and able to afford practically whatever she wanted. Of course, she’d always used this in moderation, not spoiling herself too much and ensuring a lot of it went to charities. So it clearly wasn’t her fault why she was getting so darn fat!
She nodded to herself, she didn’t want to blame her adoring fans but they did love to send her packages containing delicious chocolates and other treats, and Felicia had a soft spot for chocolate. After a successful tour last month the number of things sent to her, from lovely (or slightly...creepy) fan letters and notes to quantities of food had skyrocketed, and this was where her weight had also began to snowball. Delicious, melts-in-the-mouth confectionaries and chocolaty delights galore, all for her. She couldn’t resist, and took a good week or so to realize her weight shot up with each piece of sugary heaven she gulped down. Boy was she regretting that now.
Grrrrrllllllll…
Another grumble from her stomach, the sudden burst of hunger made Felicia lick her lips. Maybe regretting wasn’t the correct word. Perhaps mildly apprehensive fit her mindset better. Yeah, just a bit unsure. The stairs creaked as she descended them, each one a testament to her weight as she prayed they’d not suddenly break under her and leave her stuck helplessly without anyone to come pull her lardy self free. How embarrassing that would be! Shaking that thought from her head, the oversized feline giggled as the tiles of the kitchen were cold on her feet, having finally reached her goal. The kitchen was immense and stocked with more than enough food to last for months, at first purely so she had a surplus to live off of, but now, her increased appetite demanded it.
Throwing open the fridge, Felicia’s eyes lit up like fireworks when she saw the many chocolate, baked, and sweet based foodstuffs crammed onto the shelves to the point where they threatened to collapse. The collated snacks sent by her adoring fans, all put away for easy reach and consumption. Her stomach growled enough to jiggle, slapping against her enlarged thighs. She didn’t know what to choose, it all looked so tempting. Unable to decide, she shrugged and took a rich looking chocolate cake from the fridge and waddled to the kitchen table, not even bothering to reach for a knife to slice it and just cramming big gloopy handfuls of it into her hungry maw without a second thought.
Her tastebuds exploded as the cake entered her mouth. It was divine. Any doubts about indulgence quickly faded as Felicia found a new resolve to gorge on this bounty. Each mouthful of cake was gulped down ravenously, a paw patted her dropping, rotund gut with affection as Felicia continued to glut. It wasn’t long before it began to affect her weight, as every few chomps brought on a surge of extra fat, fleshing out her body even more, causing her to begin squishing into the table. Her beachball boobs swelled out even more, sagging greater and becoming as big as yoga balls of flab atop her rising belly. Her ass also packed on pounds, beginning to touch the back of her thighs above the knee as each cheek got heavier and fuller with gelatinous blubber. Her puffy cheeks grew even more puffy, and that growing double chin blossomed into a full on extra neck of fat.
Once the cake was polished off, Felicia released a loud, rattling belch and rested her paws on her titanic tummy, raising one to her mouth to lick it as cats do. She had no idea that she’d gained so much from a fairly ‘small’ binge, all she knew was that it kind of felt...good. Like holding back from indulgence was something she should never have done in the first place.
Grrrrrrgle…
Another demanding gurgle from her oversized stomach. Without hesitating, Felicia grabbed another cake and began to shovel it down...and then another, and another, and another…
3 days later
“Ooooogh…” Felicia groaned as she attempted to squeeze her bulky, blubbery body through the door to her bedroom, having considerable difficulties thanks to her ridiculous size.
The catgirl had spent days on a bender, just eating nonstop and not even answering calls from her friends who’d not seen her for a while. She was totally lost an enraptured in her gluttony that she’d lost all sense of the world. Her increased piggishness had drastic effects on her body, causing a tremendous surge in her weight over the last 72 hours. Felicia was FAT, easily in excess of 900lbs by now, and could barely afford tiny, shuffling waddles with her bloated, tree trunk legs. It was hard to discern where her belly ended and her hurricane thighs began, as there was practically no gap between the expanses of rolling fleshy blubber. Her breasts had long since stopped resembling much in the way of her original orbs and where now flabby sacks of meat the size of wrecking balls draped over her belly, gravity forcing them to the size more than ever. Her ass...her ass was easily the largest part of her jello-injected anatomy now, each buttcheek easily filled up a three person sofa, and at this point reached down to her calves, even miniscule movements caused minutes long, sloshing ripples across their surface.
“So...fat…” Felicia grunted as she waddled, slower than a narcoleptic slug, towards her bed, which had been reinforced enough to survive a whale landing on it in order to support her growing girth.
With a loud sigh, the tubtacular feline singer flopped onto it, the metal of the frame shrieking in protest from the 900+ cat falling onto it with the force of a falling boulder. Her entire body sloshed and rippled like a waterbed for a good 5 minutes before ceasing when she wiggled into a comfortable position. Extending a roll consumed, dimpled arm towards the bedside desk, she opened the drawer on it to reveal even more chocolates and pulled out the box, contentedly eating as she flexed her aching feet and swayed her swollen tail.
“Mm...life is good~” she purred, “I could get used to this~” wait, did her voice...deepen?
“Huh? What’s wrong with my voice!?” she gasped, feeling the vibrations of the now deeper, more bass but still feminine rumble escaping her throat. “I even sound fat!” she moaned.
Grrrrnnnnnn...grrrrrrrrrgle… oh god, even her stomach was deeper now too!
“Guh...so hungry…” she whined, rubbing her blubbery gut as best she could with her thicker hands. She’d have to get back up and go back downstairs...she was so fat this sounded next to impossible.
Ding-dong~ the doorbell chimed.
“Gah! S-someone’s at the door!? Th-they can’t see me like this!” she screeched, panic overtaking her greed.
Ding-dong~ it rang again.
“No no no no-!” she whined, flailing in place as she attempted to move.
“Felicia? Are you in there?” a voice called from outside her window. It sounded gruff, male...it was Jon.
“Oh no! J-Jon! He cannot see me as this, this, BLIMP!”
Outside the penthouse, Jon Talbain looked up towards Felicia’s bedroom window curiously. The catgirl hadn’t been seen in days and everyone was getting worried, no more so than he, as he felt rather attracted to her. Had something terrible happened to the poor girl? He had to find out.
“Felicia! Can you hear me?” he called up once more.
“G-go away…!” groaned a voice from inside. It was thick, deep, and bass...but had the unmistakable intonation of Felicia. Something was wrong!
“Felicia!? I’m coming up!” he barked, grabbing hold of the drainpipe and climbing it.
“Jon n-no, just leave me alo-AAH!” the catgirl blob screamed as the werewolf’s head was now peering through her open window.
“....wh-” was all he was able to say.
“...H-h-hi…” she whimpered at him.
Jon was stunned to silence at the corpulent colossus sprawled all over the bed before him. Felicia’s face was a deep beetroot red as she could feel the lupine brawler’s eyes scan her up and down silently. Although he wasn’t saying it, he was really liking what he was seeing, as the tightness of his pants attested. What had Felicia done to herself? She wasn’t in danger, thankfully, but...how did she get so sexy?
“...Y-you doing alright then Felicia?” he stuttered, unable to come up with anything better.
Felicia could see that his muzzle had gone a shade of red too, and glancing down at his pants, she could see that his mannerisms weren’t of disgust or ridicule...but, enjoying it. Jon liked her like this?
“...I-I’m fine, Jon.” she smiled, taking effort with how bloated her cheeks were, making use of her mouth muscles for more than slow, grumbled speech and chewing hard.
Grrrrrrrrrllllllllllll…
“...Just hungry!” she giggled nervously at her lupine peeping tom.
Jon saw the state of her room as he looked around it, the floor was covered in empty wrappers, tubs, containers...and Felicia herself had a coating of stained chocolate marring her once pristine white fur and silken skin. Seems the cat had become quite the slob as well as the blob. Clambering through the window so he could be next to her, the werewolf slowly extended a clawed hand and placed it gently but firmly atop her bed sized belly, feeling how warm and soft it was. Felicia giggled as he grasped it, getting a handful of fat that oozed between his fingers and felt as pliable as dough. He fondled and groped it for a few minutes before his companion’s mammoth gut growled again, snapping him to his senses.
“I-I can get you something!” he blurted out, trying to regain his stoic composure.
“Oh god please, get me anything, get me everything!” Felicia begged him, drool trickled from the corner of her squished up mouth as the thought of food took over her.
Like an obedient pup, Jon rushed to her kitchen and took several trips to bring up everything he could; pies, cakes, boxes of chocolates, icecream tubs...the works. Felicia opened her mouth as wide as she could and made it obvious that she wanted to be hand fed by him, a prospect that Jon didn’t turn down. He happily plopped morsel after morsel into her hungry maw, helping himself to handfuls of breast and belly flesh to fondle and grope, and all of that butt too, and Felicia purred, finding it immensely pleasurable. The feeding lasted long into the night, and by the end of it, Jon had a gigantic bed to sleep on…
One month later
“UUUUAAAAARP!! Jon, I’m hungryyyyyy~!” a deep, vibration causing voice whined like a petulant child, the belch causing the windows to rattle.
“C-coming dear…!” Jon groaned as he struggled into her new downstairs bedroom (which was the main living room of the penthouse now expanded and turned into a massive bedroom and feeding area) while pushing an entire table of food inside.
Felicia just gave a drool splattered purr as she eyed up her snack, enough food to feed a small village for a week. That’d settle her stomach for a good ten minutes, give or take. Weighing in at over 2000lbs by now, she was a monstrous mass of meat and mastication, constantly eating and gaining weight at an unprecedented rate. Her neck had officially disappeared, replaced by a layer of bulging rolls cushioning her proportionately tiny head atop the mountain of blubber that was her immobile form. Her belly, butt, thighs, they’d all essentially become a single expanse of perpetually rippling, jostling blubber, with breasts the size of small cars dropping off to the sides. Her feet were so engulfed into this mass that only her red claws poked out from beneath her heaving belly, her arms were giant slabs of bingo wing, dimpled fat which took incalculable effort to move towards her food, or to cuddle her little werewolf feeder whenever she felt he’d earned the right to snuggle against her awesome sexiness. She felt positively drunk with fat-power.
She felt no problem with now sitting atop her ass and eating all day and night. Her gigantic, formless, bigger-than-a-bus-per-buttcheek ass which took up so much room behind her that the base of her anaconda level thick tail touched the back of her head. Jon was diligently feeding her constantly and consistently, round the clock, day in day out. Hell her newfound fatness had its perks, she’d asked the other Darkstalkers to just bring her anyone they beat into unconsciousness and she ate them. Problem solved.
“Just, give me a minute dear, it hurts to move.” Jon groaned as he flopped to the floor besides the table, and Felicia’s monstrous gut while panting.
“Oh come on Jon, you’ve only fed me seven times this hour, I want more, I need more! More more MORE!” Felicia whined and flailed her limbs, sending sloshing cascades of disturbed flab across her body as she had a tummy temper tantrum. “FEEEED MEEE~!”
Jon just whined and got back up. He loved Felicia, and he loved being bossed around by her, but even he had a limit of how fast he could go. And she was pushing it. But, he sucked it up and smiled and limped back to the kitchen as the phone rang, making his ears twitch. He was surprised he could hear it over Felicia’s constant belching, prissy bitching and the roars and gurgles of her fleshy furnace of a belly, but he did hear it
“Hello, Felicia residence, Jon Talbain speaking.” he said, picking it up.
“If its people selling stuff, hang up unless its FOOD!” the catgirl blob growled, tearing through a chicken leg or ten greedily.
“...Yeah, I’ll tell her, thanks, bye.” Jon put the phone down and sheepishly returned to his massive master’s room, almost timid.
“Well?” Felicia rumbled at him, and Jon could feel the reverb in his bones when she spoke at him.
“That was your agent, Felicia. He was reminded you that you have a gig in a we-”
“Fuck ‘em.” she gurgled bluntly, resuming her gorging.
Jon narrowed his eyes and approached her, poking a claw into her formless, sluglike form. “Come on Felicia, you have fans, you’re an entertainer for god’s sake. Surely you still want to make people happy? Even as the giant, gluttonous, sexy, probably kind of evil but I like it bitch you’ve become?” he asked.
“Nope, I don’t give a flying fucknugget about anything Jon, well besides you and this~” she slapped her belly for effect, making it jiggle even more.
“But all the charities the money will he-” “The only charity I’m considering is the K.F.F” she growled.
“The what?” Jon raised an eyebrow.
“The Keep Felicia Full foundation, you dumbass!” she huffed, pouting at him. He admitted her temper tantrums were kind of...cute.
“Felicia, you used to entertain people.” he finally snapped back “You made people happy. Are you seriously so selfish, stuck up, and bitchy that you don't’ care anymore!?”
“...Well, yeah.” she admitted, another belch leaving her and knocking a few trinkets from the mantlepiece of the fireplace nearby. “I’m a gigantic pile of fat who’s stuck to the goddamn floor, of course I don’t care anymore. And neither should you because I’m still hungry and FEED ME DAMN IT!” she roared, actually intimidating the lupine a little.
“No.” Jon spat, he was having it up to here with her.
“...That wasn’t an option you little runt.” she was suddenly very quiet, and lurched forwards to loom down over him and look him straight in the eyes.
Jon stood his ground and stared back at her, hoping that he’d somehow reach inside and unearth that spark of decency that she still had within her. Eventually Felicia’s snarling expression softened and she changed her tone.
“...Please?”
Jon sighed and grabbed some food, helping her to eat. Felicia purred softly and cuddled him as she was pampered. Felicia did feel bad about yelling at Jon, so she snuggled him into her massive chest and kissed him gently, cooing almost and reassuring him that for all her constant tantrums and rising belligerence, she still loved him. It was enough to restore his faith in his big cat feedee.
“...So, about that gig?” she smiled.
“Oh now you want to? Good, I’m sure the paycheck from it will pay for so, so much more food for you.” he smirked, seeing his blobby girlfriend’s eyes light up as he said that.
“More food? Tell me.” she grinned.
“Just imagine it…” he began, leaning into her sweaty, slimy-from-constant-perspiration flesh, “we could buy whole farms for milk, fisheries for sushi, chocolate factories! Bakeries!” he gripped her fat and jostled it, making it ripple once more. “All that, just for you.” he murred.
“Oh wow...yeah, yeah! Help me get ready for the gig sweetie, this slug-bitch from hell is going to blow them away~!”
The night of the gig…
The crowds numbered in th hundreds as they packed into the massive arena chosen to host the ‘grand finale show’ of beloved singer Felicia. They’d been told that after a month of ‘lifestyle rethinking’, she had decided to do one last show before she retired with her lover, Jon Talbain. An end of an era, but a happy one. They did wonder why the floor of the stand where Felicia would sing from was a pair of floor based metal doors, but maybe there was a gimmick planned.
CLICK
The lights went off all around the arena and spotlights focused on the stand. As a catchy pop melody began to fill the air, the bay doors of the stand opened slowly, releasing a cloud of smoke and causing cheers of delight from the many fans as they knew their dear Felicia was here! A dark figure emerged, obscured by the smoke as the cheering got louder and more intense...before being replaced with more unsure but still happy murmurs as the figure kept going and going until it was at least 12ft and the smoke finally cleared.
“BUUUAAARRRRRP~! Hello everyone~” the cat mountain giggled, her belch actually causing the audience members closest to the stage to be knocked back and the rest to cough from the stench.
“I’m soooo sorry for being so quiet lately, and how this is the final show for me, but I recently re-evaluated my life and well, I love being a big spoilt fat bitch like this, and so, this is gonna be my biggest show yet you little worms!” she almost cackled, but her wink at the crowd made them know that their star was still lovely, even with her new Hindenburg sized ego.
The melody got louder, and Felicia’s titanic, dimple covered body swayed to the beat. The microphone clutched in her flabby paw was comically tiny compared to her body, but she lifted it to her lips and began to sing. Of course, with how big she was, her voice was no longer the light, heaven sent flutter it had been a month ago, it was now a foundation shaking, earthquake rumbling bass bellow that somehow still managed to captivate the crowd with its slow but moving lilt. They could feel her voice reverberate within their bones as she sang, and even though she kept pausing and going out of sync to belch or allow a tiger roar of a stomach growl to settle, they didn’t complain. People even broke out the phones and glowsticks as it carried on, as Jon had a front row seat and positively beamed that his girl was putting on such a show.
By the time it was over, the crowd roared and applauded, and this just fed the mountainous blob of a girl’s ego even more, as she giggled and blew kisses at her fans, and allowed Jon to be hoisted up into her arms and kissed passionately as people cheered. The final show was everything they’d hoped it would be, and Jon had been right; the money soon flowed quicker than Felicia’s fat rolls.
One year later
The seagulls cried as the waves of the ocean licked at a golden sanded beach somewhere out in the tropics, a remote island far away from the other inhabited ones of the region...Jon and Felicia’s private little home now, Isla de la Corpulenta as it had been humorously christened. Jon sighed happily on the beach in a deck chair with a drink in his hand. No more battles, no more problems. Just pure bliss with his wife. Yes wife, he’d proposed to Felicia and she’d happily accepted it. Life was perfect now.
“Joooo-oooooon~!” a booming voice whined. Deeper than ever, to the point where tropical birds fled the trees nearby in terror. “Where are yooouuu!? I’m HUNGRYYYY!!”
Ah yes, Felicia. Freed from all responsibilities beyond those to her own stomach, she had spent the entire time on the island doing what she did best: eat. If there was a scale, an industrial one most likely, that could bear her weight, it would be able to get to 8000lbs before breaking. Humming to himself, Jon walked from his chair across the beach to what seemed to be a small mountain on the horizon, but upon closer inspection was no mountain, but a massive, massive Felicia, who was well and truly what you could call a blob.
Her legs had long gone, absorbed into her growing ass and belly blubber for extra mass and leaving her more or less with a lower body even more reminiscent of a slug, with stomach and rump flesh essentially being the same thing as they touched the floor. Breasts like trucks dominated her upper body, so massive that she could only see ahead of her, and even then, that was becoming harder as her head was slowly getting sucked into the growing ‘ruff’ of neck rolls surrounding it. Her cheeks had reached the size of wrecking balls as her breasts had once been, and her arms had gotten so swollen and meaty from fat that she could barely even wiggle her fingers let alone move her arms anymore. To top it off, she could be seen from low orbit nearly if one was to use the satellite view of Maps and zoomed in enough.
Despite her truly indescribable size, Felicia wasn’t completely immobile. Having spent months on her mound of stomach flab, she had slowly attempted some level of movement, and had discovered that if she undulated her belly muscles in a certain way, she was able to push herself along like the slug she had become. As her practice with this form of locomotion increased, the strength of her newly developing ‘foot’ muscles got greater, allowing her to ripple along, albeit at a pitiful speed. This method of movement caused her bloated body to jiggle intensely as she slugged along, up to and including her breasts, and it was a considerably...pleasant, sensation.
But the biggest change was her ego. Felicia had long ceased to be the cuddly, bubbly showgirl she’d once been. Now she was a gluttonous, selfish, voracious bitch-queen who cared only about two things: Her appetite, and her slave slash husband Jon. The order tended to fluctuate depending on how hungry she was that day.
“Here I am dear.” Jon smiled as he cuddled into her blubbery, boneless flesh.
“Good. I’m starving you little runt. FEED ME!” she barked at him, picking him up and pressing him into her epic breasts, and she could feel how pleased this made the wolf, if that sensation of something pressing into her tit was any indication.
“There cargo freighter’s on its way Felicia, you’ll get your food soon!” Jon chuckled as he just allowed himself to be engulfed into the fat.
“Mmm...awesome. Do you think I’ll keep growing for ever, Jon?” she asked, her voice so deep it was no longer even remotely feminine, it sounded like a force of nature itself.
“I’d not doubt it...we’d need a new island!” the werewolf laughed, wagging his tail.
“I’d be the new island. Isla de la Felicia~” Felicia purred, licking her husband’s face affectionatly. “...Ooh, that’s my new goal sweetie. I want to be and island~!”
Jon’s eyes widened and he just nodded, and Felicia could once again feel that he really liked that idea.
But there was one other thing she wanted to tell him but didn’t know how. Something that might give him a heart attack.
She was pregnant.
A request for
elcid! Felicia from DarkStalkers has a bit of an eating problem, which spirals out of control and well...lets just say this is quite possibly one of the fattest things I have ever written once again XD Enjoy~!*Much* better in the google docs version which keeps bolding and italic use intact https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....H1_ODWon4/edit
Felicia and Jon Talbain and DarkStalkers franchise belong to Capcom of course.
“Oh no...please don’t be higher!” a voice squeaked despondently from the bathroom.
The bathroom scales clicked and squealed as the 400lb+ catgirl stepped onto them, having to suck her flabby potato sack of a belly in as best she could to read the numbers. She gulped a little as the dial spun a good few times before settling on a number: 443. 443lbs. That was at least 40lbs heavier than she had been two days earlier. Her white furred feet tapped on the scales as she looked in the mirror beside it, seeing the decidedly overfed girl looking back at her.
Felicia was, as always, butt naked. Her body was a mixture of soft, peachy skin and silky white fur that seemed to have the convenient coincidence of concealing her womanly areas from view, while allowing her to discard the notion of wearing any articles of clothing at all. A white tail swished about behind her and her enormous mass of blue hair was frizzy from having only just woke up minutes earlier. At 4 in the afternoon. Lazy catgirl is lazy it seemed.
But this wasn’t why she was looking herself over in the mirror, she was in actuality staring at her physique, or more to the point, the shape of it. Felicia’s body had been steadily increasing in corpulence lately, and it was definitely showing; a belly like a beachball sagged over her crotch like a fleshy mound of jello, her large white paws sunk into either side of it, gripping at love handles while her red claws pinched at the flab with slight discomfort. Her breasts, normally pretty damn sizeable already had ballooned to the size of beachballs, jiggling atop her mound of a gut and sagging to the sides just a little bit. Her buttocks were like small boulders, flabby cheeks that seemed to jiggle with a mind of their own as she shifted her weight
Her paws drifted from holding her tummy sides to balling into fists and resting on her thick, thunderous thighs, sinking into them. How had she gained so quickly? Its not like she’d been skipping out on exercise at all. But then, she had recently been quite indulgent. A cute frown plastered over her full face, causing her plump cheeks to dimple, and a paw raised to rub the developing double chin she sported.
“Oh...I guess all that fan sent food is really catching up with me!” she pouted. “But its so yummy…”
Rrrrrrrrrgh...
A rumble from that bulging stomach of hers distracted her, Felicia sighed and began a waddle from the bathroom towards the kitchen of her luxurious penthouse home. Being a famous singer, dancer and entertainer definitely paid off for the catgirl, leaving her loaded and able to afford practically whatever she wanted. Of course, she’d always used this in moderation, not spoiling herself too much and ensuring a lot of it went to charities. So it clearly wasn’t her fault why she was getting so darn fat!
She nodded to herself, she didn’t want to blame her adoring fans but they did love to send her packages containing delicious chocolates and other treats, and Felicia had a soft spot for chocolate. After a successful tour last month the number of things sent to her, from lovely (or slightly...creepy) fan letters and notes to quantities of food had skyrocketed, and this was where her weight had also began to snowball. Delicious, melts-in-the-mouth confectionaries and chocolaty delights galore, all for her. She couldn’t resist, and took a good week or so to realize her weight shot up with each piece of sugary heaven she gulped down. Boy was she regretting that now.
Grrrrrllllllll…
Another grumble from her stomach, the sudden burst of hunger made Felicia lick her lips. Maybe regretting wasn’t the correct word. Perhaps mildly apprehensive fit her mindset better. Yeah, just a bit unsure. The stairs creaked as she descended them, each one a testament to her weight as she prayed they’d not suddenly break under her and leave her stuck helplessly without anyone to come pull her lardy self free. How embarrassing that would be! Shaking that thought from her head, the oversized feline giggled as the tiles of the kitchen were cold on her feet, having finally reached her goal. The kitchen was immense and stocked with more than enough food to last for months, at first purely so she had a surplus to live off of, but now, her increased appetite demanded it.
Throwing open the fridge, Felicia’s eyes lit up like fireworks when she saw the many chocolate, baked, and sweet based foodstuffs crammed onto the shelves to the point where they threatened to collapse. The collated snacks sent by her adoring fans, all put away for easy reach and consumption. Her stomach growled enough to jiggle, slapping against her enlarged thighs. She didn’t know what to choose, it all looked so tempting. Unable to decide, she shrugged and took a rich looking chocolate cake from the fridge and waddled to the kitchen table, not even bothering to reach for a knife to slice it and just cramming big gloopy handfuls of it into her hungry maw without a second thought.
Her tastebuds exploded as the cake entered her mouth. It was divine. Any doubts about indulgence quickly faded as Felicia found a new resolve to gorge on this bounty. Each mouthful of cake was gulped down ravenously, a paw patted her dropping, rotund gut with affection as Felicia continued to glut. It wasn’t long before it began to affect her weight, as every few chomps brought on a surge of extra fat, fleshing out her body even more, causing her to begin squishing into the table. Her beachball boobs swelled out even more, sagging greater and becoming as big as yoga balls of flab atop her rising belly. Her ass also packed on pounds, beginning to touch the back of her thighs above the knee as each cheek got heavier and fuller with gelatinous blubber. Her puffy cheeks grew even more puffy, and that growing double chin blossomed into a full on extra neck of fat.
Once the cake was polished off, Felicia released a loud, rattling belch and rested her paws on her titanic tummy, raising one to her mouth to lick it as cats do. She had no idea that she’d gained so much from a fairly ‘small’ binge, all she knew was that it kind of felt...good. Like holding back from indulgence was something she should never have done in the first place.
Grrrrrrgle…
Another demanding gurgle from her oversized stomach. Without hesitating, Felicia grabbed another cake and began to shovel it down...and then another, and another, and another…
3 days later
“Ooooogh…” Felicia groaned as she attempted to squeeze her bulky, blubbery body through the door to her bedroom, having considerable difficulties thanks to her ridiculous size.
The catgirl had spent days on a bender, just eating nonstop and not even answering calls from her friends who’d not seen her for a while. She was totally lost an enraptured in her gluttony that she’d lost all sense of the world. Her increased piggishness had drastic effects on her body, causing a tremendous surge in her weight over the last 72 hours. Felicia was FAT, easily in excess of 900lbs by now, and could barely afford tiny, shuffling waddles with her bloated, tree trunk legs. It was hard to discern where her belly ended and her hurricane thighs began, as there was practically no gap between the expanses of rolling fleshy blubber. Her breasts had long since stopped resembling much in the way of her original orbs and where now flabby sacks of meat the size of wrecking balls draped over her belly, gravity forcing them to the size more than ever. Her ass...her ass was easily the largest part of her jello-injected anatomy now, each buttcheek easily filled up a three person sofa, and at this point reached down to her calves, even miniscule movements caused minutes long, sloshing ripples across their surface.
“So...fat…” Felicia grunted as she waddled, slower than a narcoleptic slug, towards her bed, which had been reinforced enough to survive a whale landing on it in order to support her growing girth.
With a loud sigh, the tubtacular feline singer flopped onto it, the metal of the frame shrieking in protest from the 900+ cat falling onto it with the force of a falling boulder. Her entire body sloshed and rippled like a waterbed for a good 5 minutes before ceasing when she wiggled into a comfortable position. Extending a roll consumed, dimpled arm towards the bedside desk, she opened the drawer on it to reveal even more chocolates and pulled out the box, contentedly eating as she flexed her aching feet and swayed her swollen tail.
“Mm...life is good~” she purred, “I could get used to this~” wait, did her voice...deepen?
“Huh? What’s wrong with my voice!?” she gasped, feeling the vibrations of the now deeper, more bass but still feminine rumble escaping her throat. “I even sound fat!” she moaned.
Grrrrnnnnnn...grrrrrrrrrgle… oh god, even her stomach was deeper now too!
“Guh...so hungry…” she whined, rubbing her blubbery gut as best she could with her thicker hands. She’d have to get back up and go back downstairs...she was so fat this sounded next to impossible.
Ding-dong~ the doorbell chimed.
“Gah! S-someone’s at the door!? Th-they can’t see me like this!” she screeched, panic overtaking her greed.
Ding-dong~ it rang again.
“No no no no-!” she whined, flailing in place as she attempted to move.
“Felicia? Are you in there?” a voice called from outside her window. It sounded gruff, male...it was Jon.
“Oh no! J-Jon! He cannot see me as this, this, BLIMP!”
Outside the penthouse, Jon Talbain looked up towards Felicia’s bedroom window curiously. The catgirl hadn’t been seen in days and everyone was getting worried, no more so than he, as he felt rather attracted to her. Had something terrible happened to the poor girl? He had to find out.
“Felicia! Can you hear me?” he called up once more.
“G-go away…!” groaned a voice from inside. It was thick, deep, and bass...but had the unmistakable intonation of Felicia. Something was wrong!
“Felicia!? I’m coming up!” he barked, grabbing hold of the drainpipe and climbing it.
“Jon n-no, just leave me alo-AAH!” the catgirl blob screamed as the werewolf’s head was now peering through her open window.
“....wh-” was all he was able to say.
“...H-h-hi…” she whimpered at him.
Jon was stunned to silence at the corpulent colossus sprawled all over the bed before him. Felicia’s face was a deep beetroot red as she could feel the lupine brawler’s eyes scan her up and down silently. Although he wasn’t saying it, he was really liking what he was seeing, as the tightness of his pants attested. What had Felicia done to herself? She wasn’t in danger, thankfully, but...how did she get so sexy?
“...Y-you doing alright then Felicia?” he stuttered, unable to come up with anything better.
Felicia could see that his muzzle had gone a shade of red too, and glancing down at his pants, she could see that his mannerisms weren’t of disgust or ridicule...but, enjoying it. Jon liked her like this?
“...I-I’m fine, Jon.” she smiled, taking effort with how bloated her cheeks were, making use of her mouth muscles for more than slow, grumbled speech and chewing hard.
Grrrrrrrrrllllllllllll…
“...Just hungry!” she giggled nervously at her lupine peeping tom.
Jon saw the state of her room as he looked around it, the floor was covered in empty wrappers, tubs, containers...and Felicia herself had a coating of stained chocolate marring her once pristine white fur and silken skin. Seems the cat had become quite the slob as well as the blob. Clambering through the window so he could be next to her, the werewolf slowly extended a clawed hand and placed it gently but firmly atop her bed sized belly, feeling how warm and soft it was. Felicia giggled as he grasped it, getting a handful of fat that oozed between his fingers and felt as pliable as dough. He fondled and groped it for a few minutes before his companion’s mammoth gut growled again, snapping him to his senses.
“I-I can get you something!” he blurted out, trying to regain his stoic composure.
“Oh god please, get me anything, get me everything!” Felicia begged him, drool trickled from the corner of her squished up mouth as the thought of food took over her.
Like an obedient pup, Jon rushed to her kitchen and took several trips to bring up everything he could; pies, cakes, boxes of chocolates, icecream tubs...the works. Felicia opened her mouth as wide as she could and made it obvious that she wanted to be hand fed by him, a prospect that Jon didn’t turn down. He happily plopped morsel after morsel into her hungry maw, helping himself to handfuls of breast and belly flesh to fondle and grope, and all of that butt too, and Felicia purred, finding it immensely pleasurable. The feeding lasted long into the night, and by the end of it, Jon had a gigantic bed to sleep on…
One month later
“UUUUAAAAARP!! Jon, I’m hungryyyyyy~!” a deep, vibration causing voice whined like a petulant child, the belch causing the windows to rattle.
“C-coming dear…!” Jon groaned as he struggled into her new downstairs bedroom (which was the main living room of the penthouse now expanded and turned into a massive bedroom and feeding area) while pushing an entire table of food inside.
Felicia just gave a drool splattered purr as she eyed up her snack, enough food to feed a small village for a week. That’d settle her stomach for a good ten minutes, give or take. Weighing in at over 2000lbs by now, she was a monstrous mass of meat and mastication, constantly eating and gaining weight at an unprecedented rate. Her neck had officially disappeared, replaced by a layer of bulging rolls cushioning her proportionately tiny head atop the mountain of blubber that was her immobile form. Her belly, butt, thighs, they’d all essentially become a single expanse of perpetually rippling, jostling blubber, with breasts the size of small cars dropping off to the sides. Her feet were so engulfed into this mass that only her red claws poked out from beneath her heaving belly, her arms were giant slabs of bingo wing, dimpled fat which took incalculable effort to move towards her food, or to cuddle her little werewolf feeder whenever she felt he’d earned the right to snuggle against her awesome sexiness. She felt positively drunk with fat-power.
She felt no problem with now sitting atop her ass and eating all day and night. Her gigantic, formless, bigger-than-a-bus-per-buttcheek ass which took up so much room behind her that the base of her anaconda level thick tail touched the back of her head. Jon was diligently feeding her constantly and consistently, round the clock, day in day out. Hell her newfound fatness had its perks, she’d asked the other Darkstalkers to just bring her anyone they beat into unconsciousness and she ate them. Problem solved.
“Just, give me a minute dear, it hurts to move.” Jon groaned as he flopped to the floor besides the table, and Felicia’s monstrous gut while panting.
“Oh come on Jon, you’ve only fed me seven times this hour, I want more, I need more! More more MORE!” Felicia whined and flailed her limbs, sending sloshing cascades of disturbed flab across her body as she had a tummy temper tantrum. “FEEEED MEEE~!”
Jon just whined and got back up. He loved Felicia, and he loved being bossed around by her, but even he had a limit of how fast he could go. And she was pushing it. But, he sucked it up and smiled and limped back to the kitchen as the phone rang, making his ears twitch. He was surprised he could hear it over Felicia’s constant belching, prissy bitching and the roars and gurgles of her fleshy furnace of a belly, but he did hear it
“Hello, Felicia residence, Jon Talbain speaking.” he said, picking it up.
“If its people selling stuff, hang up unless its FOOD!” the catgirl blob growled, tearing through a chicken leg or ten greedily.
“...Yeah, I’ll tell her, thanks, bye.” Jon put the phone down and sheepishly returned to his massive master’s room, almost timid.
“Well?” Felicia rumbled at him, and Jon could feel the reverb in his bones when she spoke at him.
“That was your agent, Felicia. He was reminded you that you have a gig in a we-”
“Fuck ‘em.” she gurgled bluntly, resuming her gorging.
Jon narrowed his eyes and approached her, poking a claw into her formless, sluglike form. “Come on Felicia, you have fans, you’re an entertainer for god’s sake. Surely you still want to make people happy? Even as the giant, gluttonous, sexy, probably kind of evil but I like it bitch you’ve become?” he asked.
“Nope, I don’t give a flying fucknugget about anything Jon, well besides you and this~” she slapped her belly for effect, making it jiggle even more.
“But all the charities the money will he-” “The only charity I’m considering is the K.F.F” she growled.
“The what?” Jon raised an eyebrow.
“The Keep Felicia Full foundation, you dumbass!” she huffed, pouting at him. He admitted her temper tantrums were kind of...cute.
“Felicia, you used to entertain people.” he finally snapped back “You made people happy. Are you seriously so selfish, stuck up, and bitchy that you don't’ care anymore!?”
“...Well, yeah.” she admitted, another belch leaving her and knocking a few trinkets from the mantlepiece of the fireplace nearby. “I’m a gigantic pile of fat who’s stuck to the goddamn floor, of course I don’t care anymore. And neither should you because I’m still hungry and FEED ME DAMN IT!” she roared, actually intimidating the lupine a little.
“No.” Jon spat, he was having it up to here with her.
“...That wasn’t an option you little runt.” she was suddenly very quiet, and lurched forwards to loom down over him and look him straight in the eyes.
Jon stood his ground and stared back at her, hoping that he’d somehow reach inside and unearth that spark of decency that she still had within her. Eventually Felicia’s snarling expression softened and she changed her tone.
“...Please?”
Jon sighed and grabbed some food, helping her to eat. Felicia purred softly and cuddled him as she was pampered. Felicia did feel bad about yelling at Jon, so she snuggled him into her massive chest and kissed him gently, cooing almost and reassuring him that for all her constant tantrums and rising belligerence, she still loved him. It was enough to restore his faith in his big cat feedee.
“...So, about that gig?” she smiled.
“Oh now you want to? Good, I’m sure the paycheck from it will pay for so, so much more food for you.” he smirked, seeing his blobby girlfriend’s eyes light up as he said that.
“More food? Tell me.” she grinned.
“Just imagine it…” he began, leaning into her sweaty, slimy-from-constant-perspiration flesh, “we could buy whole farms for milk, fisheries for sushi, chocolate factories! Bakeries!” he gripped her fat and jostled it, making it ripple once more. “All that, just for you.” he murred.
“Oh wow...yeah, yeah! Help me get ready for the gig sweetie, this slug-bitch from hell is going to blow them away~!”
The night of the gig…
The crowds numbered in th hundreds as they packed into the massive arena chosen to host the ‘grand finale show’ of beloved singer Felicia. They’d been told that after a month of ‘lifestyle rethinking’, she had decided to do one last show before she retired with her lover, Jon Talbain. An end of an era, but a happy one. They did wonder why the floor of the stand where Felicia would sing from was a pair of floor based metal doors, but maybe there was a gimmick planned.
CLICK
The lights went off all around the arena and spotlights focused on the stand. As a catchy pop melody began to fill the air, the bay doors of the stand opened slowly, releasing a cloud of smoke and causing cheers of delight from the many fans as they knew their dear Felicia was here! A dark figure emerged, obscured by the smoke as the cheering got louder and more intense...before being replaced with more unsure but still happy murmurs as the figure kept going and going until it was at least 12ft and the smoke finally cleared.
“BUUUAAARRRRRP~! Hello everyone~” the cat mountain giggled, her belch actually causing the audience members closest to the stage to be knocked back and the rest to cough from the stench.
“I’m soooo sorry for being so quiet lately, and how this is the final show for me, but I recently re-evaluated my life and well, I love being a big spoilt fat bitch like this, and so, this is gonna be my biggest show yet you little worms!” she almost cackled, but her wink at the crowd made them know that their star was still lovely, even with her new Hindenburg sized ego.
The melody got louder, and Felicia’s titanic, dimple covered body swayed to the beat. The microphone clutched in her flabby paw was comically tiny compared to her body, but she lifted it to her lips and began to sing. Of course, with how big she was, her voice was no longer the light, heaven sent flutter it had been a month ago, it was now a foundation shaking, earthquake rumbling bass bellow that somehow still managed to captivate the crowd with its slow but moving lilt. They could feel her voice reverberate within their bones as she sang, and even though she kept pausing and going out of sync to belch or allow a tiger roar of a stomach growl to settle, they didn’t complain. People even broke out the phones and glowsticks as it carried on, as Jon had a front row seat and positively beamed that his girl was putting on such a show.
By the time it was over, the crowd roared and applauded, and this just fed the mountainous blob of a girl’s ego even more, as she giggled and blew kisses at her fans, and allowed Jon to be hoisted up into her arms and kissed passionately as people cheered. The final show was everything they’d hoped it would be, and Jon had been right; the money soon flowed quicker than Felicia’s fat rolls.
One year later
The seagulls cried as the waves of the ocean licked at a golden sanded beach somewhere out in the tropics, a remote island far away from the other inhabited ones of the region...Jon and Felicia’s private little home now, Isla de la Corpulenta as it had been humorously christened. Jon sighed happily on the beach in a deck chair with a drink in his hand. No more battles, no more problems. Just pure bliss with his wife. Yes wife, he’d proposed to Felicia and she’d happily accepted it. Life was perfect now.
“Joooo-oooooon~!” a booming voice whined. Deeper than ever, to the point where tropical birds fled the trees nearby in terror. “Where are yooouuu!? I’m HUNGRYYYY!!”
Ah yes, Felicia. Freed from all responsibilities beyond those to her own stomach, she had spent the entire time on the island doing what she did best: eat. If there was a scale, an industrial one most likely, that could bear her weight, it would be able to get to 8000lbs before breaking. Humming to himself, Jon walked from his chair across the beach to what seemed to be a small mountain on the horizon, but upon closer inspection was no mountain, but a massive, massive Felicia, who was well and truly what you could call a blob.
Her legs had long gone, absorbed into her growing ass and belly blubber for extra mass and leaving her more or less with a lower body even more reminiscent of a slug, with stomach and rump flesh essentially being the same thing as they touched the floor. Breasts like trucks dominated her upper body, so massive that she could only see ahead of her, and even then, that was becoming harder as her head was slowly getting sucked into the growing ‘ruff’ of neck rolls surrounding it. Her cheeks had reached the size of wrecking balls as her breasts had once been, and her arms had gotten so swollen and meaty from fat that she could barely even wiggle her fingers let alone move her arms anymore. To top it off, she could be seen from low orbit nearly if one was to use the satellite view of Maps and zoomed in enough.
Despite her truly indescribable size, Felicia wasn’t completely immobile. Having spent months on her mound of stomach flab, she had slowly attempted some level of movement, and had discovered that if she undulated her belly muscles in a certain way, she was able to push herself along like the slug she had become. As her practice with this form of locomotion increased, the strength of her newly developing ‘foot’ muscles got greater, allowing her to ripple along, albeit at a pitiful speed. This method of movement caused her bloated body to jiggle intensely as she slugged along, up to and including her breasts, and it was a considerably...pleasant, sensation.
But the biggest change was her ego. Felicia had long ceased to be the cuddly, bubbly showgirl she’d once been. Now she was a gluttonous, selfish, voracious bitch-queen who cared only about two things: Her appetite, and her slave slash husband Jon. The order tended to fluctuate depending on how hungry she was that day.
“Here I am dear.” Jon smiled as he cuddled into her blubbery, boneless flesh.
“Good. I’m starving you little runt. FEED ME!” she barked at him, picking him up and pressing him into her epic breasts, and she could feel how pleased this made the wolf, if that sensation of something pressing into her tit was any indication.
“There cargo freighter’s on its way Felicia, you’ll get your food soon!” Jon chuckled as he just allowed himself to be engulfed into the fat.
“Mmm...awesome. Do you think I’ll keep growing for ever, Jon?” she asked, her voice so deep it was no longer even remotely feminine, it sounded like a force of nature itself.
“I’d not doubt it...we’d need a new island!” the werewolf laughed, wagging his tail.
“I’d be the new island. Isla de la Felicia~” Felicia purred, licking her husband’s face affectionatly. “...Ooh, that’s my new goal sweetie. I want to be and island~!”
Jon’s eyes widened and he just nodded, and Felicia could once again feel that he really liked that idea.
But there was one other thing she wanted to tell him but didn’t know how. Something that might give him a heart attack.
She was pregnant.
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