Olivia didn’t know how long she had been tied to the chair for, but she didn’t care. She had lost count of the heavenly delectable treats being worked down her greedy gullet, but she didn’t care. Now she looked heavily pregnant with a full litter or, more appropriately, like she had swallowed an inflated beachball whole, but she just didn’t care. Every donut, every muffin, every sundae, every pie, every cookie, every pudding, every sugary calorie – worth it.

Was the ocelot in a dream? She doubted it, even if the delights she demanded simply materialized right in front of her. All she could remember from earlier that day was talking to a squirrel girl about how she wished more than anything that she could try every dessert in the city in one go to taste test for her blog. When she got home and started cooking dinner in nothing but her cute pink stockings and apron, she heard a loud thump. While investigating the sound, she found an éclair from one of the local bakeries she had been meaning to try, but there was no indication of HOW the pastry got there. Not wanting to pass up something so good and so free, she took a bite. Since then, everything blurred into a voracious haze of fattening, saccharine deliciousness and aching, stretching distention.

Now, it seemed, the food had stopped. The pressure from the compacted nutrients inside of her was enormous, relieved somewhat by what felt to be invisible hands rubbing the taught-as-a-drum mass. Even her boobs had grown from just how much was being stuffed into her normally lithe body. And yet… she was still not satisfied that she had tried EVERYTHING. She let out a huge belch.

“Come *huff* on…” she wheezed out, breath labored from the extremely heavy load in her swollen tummy. “I can get *puff huff* at least an*huff*other three cakes *puff* into me!”

More of the layered treat flew into her inviting mouth. She ravenously chewed and swallowed every bite, savoring the sweet explosion on her tongue, the ever-tightening protest in her belly. Her blissful smile stained pink with frosting never faded as her tongue reached out for more, legs spreading farther and farther to accommodate for the swelling protrusion of belly.

So amazing art work of my ocelot Olivia done by the talented  AllyMoodyNeko with a supporting story by  vixenfan89 The art was commissioned by Vixenfan and you should go to his page now and see some of his other short stories and art. Let him know I sent ya!