A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside  RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (3/5/16). This story was won by  brokendestiny, and it contains the ever-beloved Panthro, who learns that you probably shouldn't overindulge on fruit you just find lying around. They always go right to your thighs, and some other places as well.


.:Rated general for:.
>Weight Gain
>Dat Ass


Thundercats (2011) & all related material are © Studio 4°C and Warner Bros. Animation.


Word Count: 2306

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A Very Filling Meal

Escaping from Mumm-Ra’s forces had taken a toll on the Thundercat’s resources, so much so they were forced to scrounge resources as they fled. Recently they had managed to park the Thundertank in a secluded forest in order to stock up on supplies. By splitting up, they combed the forest in order to find the best supplies. Unlike the young cats, Panthro was taking his time to search, rather than rush things. So far, the vast majority of trees present were barren. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the old war vet turned to the finest tool at his disposal: His nose. Sniffing loudly, he could pick up the barest scent of something sweet. “Fruit, but where?”

Following the trail, the burly cat sniffed loudly time and time again, following the trail. He could sense they were near, but with all the verdant greenery, who could know the precise location? Twisting his head around slowly to the left, the direction of the odour changed, but it grew stronger on the right. Trusting to his senses, he blindly followed the scent to its source: The only fruiting tree around. “Finally” he grumbled to himself.

Kneeling by the tree, Panthro grabbed one of the fruits just lying on the ground. It was a crisp red fruit, coated with lumps. It smelt fragrant and ripe, but, there was a possibility that it was poisoned. Lightly slicing the fruit open with his claw, he found inside the fruit a creamy yellow pulp that tickled his nostrils lovingly. Well, in his long and very extensive experience, nothing that smelled that sweet could be considered a poison. Frowning, the large cat mentally counted how many fruits he could see on the ground, as well as those in the tree. By his count, there were plenty for the entire group, so a little taste-test wouldn’t hurt. He had been honestly starving the entire trip, but he had done a good job of hiding it. And the sweet fragrance of the fruit was starting to make him drool. With a hungry snarl he bit into the soft fruit, his fangs cutting right through the supple flesh and ripe pulp. It was so creamy and sweet, it was almost like vanilla curd. Panthro lapped up the oozing juices from his chin, a wide grin on his face. He ate up the remainder of the fruit in his paw, and then turned his gaze to the rest.

A food rush was overtaking him, and his tongue was acting of its own accord, licking his lips time and time again as he grabbed up every fruit he could find. With blatant disregard for proper table -well, forest- manners, he crammed the soft fruits into his jaw, smashing them into pulp with one fierce chomp. Juice poured down his face, dripping onto his rigid and muscular chest. Oh sweet Thundera was this good fruit! Each one tasted just as good as the last, and they all tasted exactly like what he loved the most. In short order seven of the fruits had fallen to his voracious appetite, and the eighth was soon to follow. Chomping hard, more juice coated his chest, rendering it rather sticky and fragrant. It had been so long since he felt properly full, and those fruits had done an excellent job at filling the void. With a loud belch, Panthro pat at his full belly. That was the best meal he had had since the escape from Thundera, and, as much as he wanted to covet these fruits for himself, he had to bring the others back some as well.

The moment he bent over, something felt very wrong. Something was… tucking. Straightening back up, Panthro inspected his powerful midsection, and his eyes widened. His immaculate abdominal muscles, those tamed and trained mounds of fortitude through years of training were… they were FLABBY! A chubby belly had overridden them, and already the unsightly blubber was spilling over the waist of his pants as love handles joined them at his side. The now chubby cat was aghast from the sudden increase of mass now hanging off of him. For the first time in a very long time, he blushed. Poking it with a meek claw, it indented with pure softness, as if his abs had never been there in the first place. Well, that was what he got from overindulging on so much sugary fruit, albeit in a very rapid and sudden fashion. Well, he would work it off later. Bending down again, Panthro’s face turned bright red from the sound he heard, which went something like this: RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP!

Bolting upright and standing as straight as an arrow, his claws leapt to his rear. His pants, his bleeding pants had torn, right on the seat. The pants that had weathered years of combat, felled by… oh dear. If his chubby belly had turned his cheeks red, then his rather plump rear turned his face completely red. He had been so distracted by his belly that he had failed to even notice how tight the back of his pants had been until it was much too late. Now it was beyond much too late, and his briefs were sticking out of the hole his butt had made. This was getting freaky, why was he bulking up so much? Everything was getting so tight now, especially his vest. Inspecting it closely, Panthro’s jaw dropped. Firstly at how his immense pectorals, the symbol of his power were so soft and unwieldy. He could palm each of them, and feel like he was in the intimate presence of a fairly buxom cat. And to add insult to injury, he was gaining mass around his shoulders. Those immaculate arm muscles, all the history of strife was being erased by his visibly growing body. Already his mass squeezed at his vest, rising over it like baking bread.

Swallowing hard, the burly cat felt utterly powerless to stop what was happening to him. His entire body was gaining mass at an exceptional rate, with the problem being that it was the wrong kind of mass! Already that chubby belly of his had evolved from muffin top to a two-tiered cake with how it hung over his ailing belt. The fortified metal was struggling valiantly in containing his expanding groin and his waistband with every ounce of forged strength it had. Sadly, his feeble pants weren’t as successful now that his blubbery legs were filling up the svelte fabric with generous adipose. Seams busted wide open, allowing thick patches of grey blubber to spill out. His thighs were generously massive in comparison to his calves, to the point that they tripled them in mass with their girth. Every surge of growth from them widened those expressive holes, to the point that the hem of his briefs could be seen out of a hole. Another sudden surge hit his lower body, widening the holes again as the split down his pants became more of a canyon as his rump forced it apart. It was inflating at such a tremendous rate, it was as if a hose was plugged into it and was now filling it up with water. Panthro’s belt creaked loudly, the pressure of his rump stressing it out.

Adding to the pressure of that poor tortured metal was his tremendous gut, the gentle slope turning to quite the fierce cliff face as it hung over his groin like a big lard-filled sack. Panthro gripped at the sides of his expansive belly with sheer helplessness, his once-powerful body utterly powerless to stop his swelling midsection from ballooning outwards with earnest. He looked like he had eaten an entire feast by himself, and already dessert was well on its way as it surged out inch by gratuitous inch. And with every inch, his puckered bellybutton sank into the mass, diving deeper as the tide of adipose came in. Adding to that was the decline of his pectorals, now highly obvious moobs that could only increase in moobitude. They puffed up again and again, filling with delicious blubber that only served to increase the softness of his body, despite being so remarkably firm. Even though they had surpassed even the most buxom of cats in cup size, they never lost their firm shape. Perhaps his muscles were still in there, albeit still incapable of stopping the growth as his vest dug into his bloated shoulders. His massive, highly present flabby arms certainly didn’t help, now more rounded, like he his beautiful muscles had been comically inflated until they had lost all definition. Perfectly smooth and bulky, they would jiggle when moved, but otherwise they presented themselves as highly thick, unsuspecting arms.

The poor obese cat groaned loudly, his enormous body forced into an impossible hourglass shape by his stubborn as all hell belt. As much as it creaked and groaned, it stood resolute in its stand against the bulk. Panthro tried his best to fiddle with the clasp, but his thick, sausage-like fingers simply lacked the dexterity to undo it. He could only stand idly (and painfully) by as he prayed to all the gods of Thundera that the clasp would break, freeing him from his torment. Sadly, the clasp would not break, but his pants seemed very eager to now that his tyre sized butt had completely torn away the seat of his pants, his briefs stretched to breaking point from their copious mass. And in tandem with that enormous rump were his legs, their trunk-like thickness playing a symphony of rips and tears as his pants resembled Swiss cheese in design, with more of his blubber poking through. The bandages around his calves were the only thing able to keep his pants together, but even they struggled with his burgeoning calves. Panthro grit his teeth from the strain of his tightening waist, and with every strained grunt there was more face to grit as his cheeks lost their angular shape, each gaining a more curved surface as an additional chin joined them in the melee.

Panthro moaned and groaned loudly, his adipose gaining speed as his belly inflated in large whumps, his body trembling with every pound piling itself on to his middle. It gurgled fitfully with every upsize it got, but its hefty moans were nothing compared to the duet of Panthro’s groans and the creaks of his belt. The fragile clasp was on its last legs as it did its best to keep his hips in check. But it was just impossible, it was absolutely impossible for it to contain him any longer. With a miserably loud TWANG! Panthro’s belt rocketed off, and all the pressure that had built up was relieved as his massive hips were given the freedom they deserved. But… it wasn’t only his hips given freedom has his body swelled with even greater speed. The weight was so intense, it was heavier than anything he had every trained with before. Panthro’s thick legs trembled from the effort of trying to keep his generous carriage upright.

His belly was mountainous, titanic, colossal. It was impossible to even see the ground beyond it, just as it was impossible to witness the top with his enormous pillow-sized moobs. By Thundera they were so plump and soft, a cat could have a good night’s rest on them. And what better mattress would they have than his gut, now that it stuck out well over two-feet from his body. And in the opposite direction was his rear. The twins each jutted out just a hair under two feet, and each were easily a foot and a half-wide. With each surge of his belly, and every stumble of his fat feet, they would bounce up and down, straining his briefs with their mass. He was so massive, so plush, so warm, so hot. His fur was slick with sweat from his sudden adiposition, it rained off his enormous blubber. His plump wrist wiped the sweat from his brow, but Panthro could feel that gravity was no longer his friend. Crashing to the ground, his body rocked with the force of an earthquake, his belly rippling like a lake. Still, if there was one benefit of his gargantuan booty, it was at least soft.

Panting heavily, the morbidly obese cat camped on his enormous blubbery rump, when it hit him: His growth had stopped. Blinking twice, he couldn’t feel any more mass adding to him, he was free of his curse… well, relatively speaking. Panthro rubbed the crown of his tremendous belly, just to confirm the softness. It was pure fat, every last inch of it. His abs were long gone in form, but not in spirit. It was by some charity that their lingering strength stopped the sag, giving him a ponderous ball-gut that hung over his groin, and jutted out so far. He didn’t need to go into details on his rear, he could easily feel them straining to be free of his underwear. At least a few good inches of their mass peeked over the waistband, but like hell he was going to allow them to roam free. He might be a blubberbutt, but he was one with pride. And, it wasn’t as if he could work it off, right? Right, he could. It would take a while, but it’s not as if he hasn’t had to recover from anything like this before. “Hey, I think I see Panthro over there!”

Okay, the young’ins were near. Well… this was going to need some explaining… after they finish laughing that is. Panthro frowned in frustration at that prospect, but, in foresight he considered with a grin, he didn’t exactly need to warn them about the fruit if they do laugh. He was loyal, but turnabout is fair play, after all.