(Side Note: Reposting on account of a corrupted .pdf file. Sorry!) Here's the very first Patreon story I ever did! I hummed and hawed rather this should be fat or muscle, but I decided on weight gain because Artaxes is the first character introduced, and has the more dramatic change. Enjoy one of my more specific kinks, with a fat, obese male beholden to a dominant, musclebound female in a battle for corporate power. If you're not totally disgusted with my sin, consider subscribing to my Patreon HERE, for all sort of stories you can read and vote for every month, for as low as $1!

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In the concrete jungle, only one company could be the apex predator; and for now, that was Artaxes Inc. A sprawling conglomerate, Artaxes made its name in a range of pharmaceuticals, restaurants, snack food, and supplements. To put it simply, if it went in your mouth, Artaxes Inc. had a hand in making it. If the founding myth of the company was to be believed, Artaxes Inc. became the juggernaut of the food and drug industries it was today all thanks to the charisma and daring business instinct of its CEO and founder, Corryn Artaxes. The truth of the matter, however, is that there was a small army providing the power behind the throne.

The board of directors for the company was not the usual collection of rich old men in suits. There were two qualifications to be in Corryn’s inner circle; you had to be ruthless, and you had to be beautiful- just not as beautiful as him. Sitting at the head of the massive table in the board room, Corryn looked like a King overlooking his court. With broad shoulders and toned muscles that filled his tailored suit, a chiselled jaw, and a luscious blonde mane, he was more than an impressive specimen. All around him were other lions, many of them former romantic conquests; either trim and fit males with noticeably thinner manes, or lionesses with toned forms, wearing business suits that were cut in such as way to display their luscious assets. Corryn had a long list of unspoken rules for his directors, and if you weren’t willing to play by his rules, he’d find someone else to take your place. And with the generous salary and benefits, dignity was a price they were willing to pay; if Corryn stole them away for a private “meeting” from time to time, that was just fine.

A long, tedious talk about the quarterly revenue was just wrapping up, and it was clear that Corryn hadn’t been paying attention. The CEO’s gaze had levelled on his latest conquest, a lithe lion named Vincent, to such a blatant degree that the other board members were just dictating their reports to Corryn’s much put-upon secretary, Felice. A tiger, she was a bold splash of orange and black amongst the board room’s tan and tawny. A former sponsor for the company and athlete in her own right, she was good at her job, but judging by the way her skirt hugged her defined legs and shapely hips, Corryn hadn’t paid much attention to her resume when he hired her.

“Alright, gang,” Corryn stood and stretched his muscular arms over his head, shaking his thick mane as he reached down, squeezing his latest fling’s tight rump. “That’s enough for now. In a sense, profits are up, products are selling- all’s quiet on the Western front, meeting adjourned. I’ll leave you all in the capable hands of Ms. Kato,” Corryn said, nodding to Felice. “But my schedule’s just booked. Mr. Dieter, you and I have a, uh… urgent face-to-face meeting.” He curled his finger to the newest board member, who dutifully followed after. “Come along.”

“But- but Mr. Artaxes!” a rather buxom lioness shot up. “I thought we had a… face-to-face time.”

Corryn looked her up and down, smirking coolly. “Well, maybe we can later, Mrs. Valenti. Maybe after you check out the company gym, yeah? We got an image to uphold.” Without another word, Corryn waved his board off, the lucky Mr. Dieter in tow.

The lioness was left with her face aghast, slowly sinking into her seat again. “Did- did he just say I’m…?”

Another, slightly older lioness scoffed. “Of course he did, Lacy. Corryn’s been such an ass about that sort of thing ever since he won ‘Sexiest Man of the Year’ again in Business Weekly.”

“It’s just a pound or two! I- I didn’t think-” Lacy fretted, blushing as she tugged on her coat to cover up.

The other lioness sighed. “Honey, you’re not fat. Corryn’s head is.”

One of the male lions cleared his throat, subtly nodding in Felice’s direction. The tigress had taken up Corryn’s seat, and was busy scribbling down notes from the meeting. With the awkward silence that followed, and with all eyes on her, she slowly looked up, scanning the board room with her deep green eyes as she brushed back an errant strand of black hair. “Oh! Oh- I’m sorry. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m not into office politics, I won’t tell Mr. Artaxes anything.”

“Not that you owe him anything, the way he runs you ragged,” Lacy noted, quickly trying to get on the tigress’ good side. “Poor dear, you work harder than any of us. Aren’t you here for twelve hours a day?”

Felice grinned tightly. “First one in, last one out. But that’s not because of Mr. Artaxes. I just like keeping busy.”

“At least someone has a good work ethic here,” the older lioness, Gwen, muttered. “Corryn’s been so busy stroking his ego and… apparently stroking Mr. Dieter, he forgot he has a company to run. He hasn’t taken charge in months, and we’ve been drowning in quarterly reports and trying to make ends meet. He either needs to take the helm or someone else-” her eyes flitted back to Felice.

One of the male lions, Lionel, leaned back in his seat. “Well… I think what Ms. Baxter is trying to say, Felice, is that… someone needs to get his attention. Someone that works with him. If… you could maybe, I dunno, get him a little more grounded, we’d be more than happy to cover for you.”

Felice chuckled warily. “How exactly would I do that?”

Lacy drummed her fingers for a moment. “Oh! I know! When Coco- er, Corryn- and I were… in private meetings, he loved my baking. I remember, I once made him some of my family’s brownies, but… I messed it up a bit. They were too thick, sat in your stomach like a lead pellet. He was so worn out, the only thing he could do was drag himself to his desk and look over paperwork.”

“You want to bribe the boss with sweets, just to do his job?” Gwen crossed her arms. “He’s a grown man, Lacy, not a pet.”

“Well…” Lionel spread his arms. “Do you have any better ideas?”

Gwen sighed, massaging her temples as she turned to Felice. “This is… strictly off the record, Ms. Kato. If you pass this to Corryn, we will all deny it, and you’ll be out of a job. But would you consider Lacy’s plan? At least until we have a better one.”

Felice tapped her pen on her notepad, slowly grinning. “What do I get in return?”

Lionel chuckled. “She’s in the right place, after all. Well, Ms. Kato… we could make it so that you go to a less… restrictive role in the company. You were a competitive weight-lifter, weren’t you? Mr. Artaxes ended your athletic career when he coaxed you over to a desk job. We can lighten your load, make recommendations… get you back to sponsoring the company, as an athlete.”

The tigress slowly nodded. When Corryn had brought her on in what he pitched as a more “intimate relationship with Artaxes Inc.,” being a secretary was not what she had in mind. “Alright… Lacy- er, Mrs. Valenti, get me the recipe, and I’ll see what I can do.”

The next morning, Felice gingerly set down a tray of brownies, frowning softly. She was no great baker, and they weren’t exactly appetizing to look at, almost like a dozen tiny, melting chocolate popsicles, but they were definitely sweet. Still, she couldn’t bear to eat more than one. Just like Lacy said, they were as heavy as a dumbbell; she’d be working it off for a few days.

“Ah, my busy little bee,” Corryn rumbled, chugging down a coffee as he passed by Felice, grabbing a quick pass at her pert behind. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the brownies. “What are those?”

“Oh, uh…” Felice bounced on her heels out of nervousness. “I… brought these for you.”

Corryn arched his brow, smirking as he picked one up. “What, did you sit on ‘em on the way here?”

The tigress brushed back her hair. “I’m… not used to baking.”

“Hm…” Corryn took a bite, and instantly his eyes lit up with recognition. “You’ve been talking to Lacy, haven’t you?”

Felice’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh… w-well, Mr. Artaxes, we--”

The well built lion chuckled, his mouth full of brownie as he leaned in to pinch her cheek. “You’re adorable, Kato. You don’t need to beat around the bush. You want to experience the… mane event,” he waggled his brows, shaking his thick locks. “Your night on pride rock. I was getting bored of Vinny, anyways, and I’ve been meaning to… break you in,” he growled, groping Felice’s behind. He took another brownie without thinking. “Mm… the flavor’s good, if nothing else. You put something special in?”

“...Uh… Protein… powder.”

“Ah!” Corryn brightened up, grabbing a third. “Great, I’m starting a bulking cycle. You think of everything, don’t you?”

Felice forced a smile, watching the lion inhale the brownies. Maybe this was working a little too well…

To his credit, Corryn never did things by halves. If Felice was to be his latest paramour, then she was getting the full star treatment. The tigress was whisked away to one of the finest restaurants in town, seated at one of the best tables. Her boss, admittedly, cut a dashing figure in his suit, and that lush mane did make him look awfully cute. She thought, maybe, with just a touch more fullness in his cheeks, he’d be positively adorable.

“Well…” Corryn grinned as he pulled out Felice’s seat for her, his wandering eyes going up her strapless dress, displaying the stripes running up her back. “I don’t know what it was about today, but I’m exhausted. I feel like I could eat a horse.”

Felice kept quiet. She had never seen Corryn breeze through so much paperwork. The brownies may as well have bolted him to his desk all day. “I’m sorry if the brownies were a bit much…”

“Oh, please,” Corryn patted his middle. “Lacy knew she could always get me to roll over with some sweets. I have a sweet tooth bad, Stripes. It, uh, got me pretty big as a kid…”

For some reason, Felice’s ears perked up at that. “Really?”

“Ah, jeez, don’t worry about it.” He waved over the waiter. “Let’s just focus on dinner. If I start talking about chocolate, my mouth’ll water more than the thought of seeing you out of that dress.”

Dinner took an odd turn; when Corryn said he was hungry, Felice wasn’t quite prepared for the chocolate cheesecake he ordered for dessert. She could barely finish off one slice, whereas her boss ate as if it was his last meal. As was to be expected, the night ended in Corryn’s penthouse, and the tigress woke up the next day almost disappointed. She looked over her partner; the lion’s body was Adonis-like, all toned and firm under his glistening fur. Corryn was undeniably handsome and muscular, from thick arms and his sculpted chest to broad shoulders and formidable legs, and he was certainly above average where it counted, but their dalliance was… lacking. She didn’t know what to expect, but Corryn seemed surprisingly artless in bed. The tigress was certain he was used to others pleasuring him, not having to try on their account. She found one of her sharp claws tracing over his abs, however. It was slightly distended and swollen, still digesting the large meal from last night. For a fleeting moment, she was fascinated with the thought of making it larger… but she quickly thought of working out, instead. Corryn’s comment about a bulking cycle made her suddenly yearn for the weights. Smiling to herself, she leaned down to kiss Corryn’s forehead, petting his mane.

“Mm,” the lion rumbled, pulling Felice close. “Hey, Stripes. You all recovered from having your world rocked last night? Tell me that wasn’t the best night of your life.”

Felice fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I just… gotta thank you for last night, boss. How about I… make you some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?”

Corryn chuckled. “I should’ve never told you I like chocolate. You’re gonna blow me up like a balloon.”

“That could never happen, big guy,” the tigress said firmly, if a little quickly. “But… think I could try out that home gym I saw? I haven’t gotten a good pump… well, not since last night,” she forced a smile.

“Hey, ‘course, Stripes…” Corryn reached around, caressing the contours of her torso. “I’ll want to keep you in top shape for a while.”

When the plan began bearing fruit after a week, the Board members were true to their word. After the most productive week the executives had seen at Artaxes Inc. in years, a recommendation slipped towards the boss’s desk, freeing up Felice’s schedule to pursue her athletic dreams. It was liberating to get out of her tight office suits and back into workout gear, to feel the iron barbell in her hands again. The effects were almost instant, thanks to her own metabolism, and a small avalanche of experimental Artaxes Inc. products. So long as she continued to satisfy Corryn, the CEO showered her in gifts. For all his faults, that strapping lion believed in giving as good as he got. It became a ritual for them; whenever she brought some chocolate-y treat, either brownies, chocolate chip cookies, or homemade fudge for him to snack on, he left her samples of the latest and greatest from the company’s supplement division. Even though the Board was satisfied at this point, the ritual continued between the two, with very noticeable results.

In the first few weeks, Corryn was unflappable. When the first little bulge around his middle was noticeable, he simply tugged on his coat a little more and loosened his belt by another notch. He told himself he was on a bulking cycle, or it was a cheat day, but with all the paperwork he was suddenly invested in, he simply forgot to use his home gym. Besides, at times, it was more fun to watch Felice. As the days wore on, suddenly a bit of her toned arms bulged a little bigger, or her back rippled a little wider, making her stripes dance down her spine. She was a keeper; it had been ages since she found a woman not afraid to pick up a weight. Lacy was terrified of putting on muscle, but Felice… she was a woman he could sink his claws into.

Little did he know that the tigress was slowly growing to the same conclusion. After another night where she ended up in the CEO’s bed, she was pleasantly surprised; instead of waiting for her to do all the work, Corryn moved with a little more energy, his fingers a little more nimble as he finally found that spot. He deserved a reward for good behavior. The lion woke up to some truly decadent chocolate chip pancakes, doused with liberal amounts of chocolate syrup, and that vivacious tigress ready to feed it to him.

“Mm, so, Goldilocks,” Felice purred, teasing Corryn’s blonde mane with her free hand. “I was thinking… since I’ve become a sponsor again, I’ve noticed that people have this sort of… evil corporate, Captain Planet Villain vibe about Artaxes.”

He rumbled as she teased his mane, and her fingers moved down to the layer of paunch collecting at his middle, then scoffed. “People’re just jealous, Stripes. They just say that because we’re number one.”

“Still, don’t you think some good PR would help?”

The lion smirked. “Stripes, look, you don’t worry your pretty little head about this. Let the professionals handle the business, and you just keep looking good in those workout bras for the promotionals.” He opened his mouth expectantly for another bite.

The clatter of the fork immediately snapped Corryn back to reality. He looked up to Felice, her brow arched, and a very, very deep frown. “Uh…” the lion sighed. “Look, maybe you’re right…” He snapped his fingers. “There’s a charity I know of that does good work. Feeds homeless people. We make food products… maybe we can work something out with them.” Corryn’s ears flattened when she saw Felice’s frown hadn’t lifted. “Look… I’m sorry, Stripes. Really. I won’t talk to you like that again. But let’s not ruin a nice morning, huh?”

“Mhm,” Felice’s lips thinned and her frown relented, but she shoved the next bite of pancakes in a little forcefully.

Corryn gulped it down, still eyeing the tigress warily. “Uh… love you?”

Felice stopped again. Whether he noticed it or not, that was the first time the “L” word had been brought up. With a slightly quizzical look, she nodded. “Yeah… I love you too, Goldilocks.”

A month passed, and Felice’s suggestion had borne good fruit for the company. By making a very large, and very public, donation to Open Kitchens Charity, Artaxes Inc.’s rise to the top continued unabated. A few other outreach programs were being planned, and to celebrate, Corryn treated his girlfriend to a truly lavish meal. Her appetite had picked up a fair bit, but where the tigress’ boyfriend indulged in decadent fare like butter-soaked lobster, triple-dipped fried chicken, and a parade of sinfully rich, chocolate-drenched desserts, Felice was eating well on grilled fish, whole grains, and fresh vegetables. She had to, after all; they were celebrating the company’s success, but they were also toasting her first foray into the world of bodybuilding. Having access to a fully-stocked private gym and all the free supplements she could try, Felice had become truly musclebound, with powerfully built arms, a back that flared out with rippling definition, practically framed by the strapless dresses that made Corryn wild, and shapely legs that bulged with power, threatening to split her pantyhose with just one wrong move. What both parties were thankful for, however, is that the tigress’ full, lush chest had been spared from her body’s transformation, filling out the front of her dress in a delectable fashion.

Swirling her champagne glass, she eyed Corryn with completely undisguised lust. She was right; a bit more fullness in his cheeks made that face of his absolutely irresistible. She never thought she’d end up with someone like this, but the way his shirt clung to his butterball belly, the way his juicy ass and plush thighs filled those designer pants to bursting… it was all she could do not to caress his middle and watch it all jiggle. And holding on to legitimate love handles… well. It had only improved their time in bed.

Still, Felice frowned, noticing that Corryn was looking forlornly at his sickeningly sweet flan. “Goldilocks? What’s wrong?”

Corryn offered a dry smile, dimpling his cheek. “Stripes, just…” he waved it off. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What?” she reached out, grabbing his hand. “You can tell me.”

The lion winced for a second, before taking her hand. “Just… look at you, babe. You’re a goddess. An Amazon.”

“Hey, if you’re trying to butter me up, don’t worry. I’m ready to make you feel like a King when we get back home,” Felice growled playfully, her foot pressing against his soft thigh.

“Damn it, Felice!” Corryn shouted, drawing some awkward stares. “It- it’s not that. Look at me, I…” He violently prodded his middle. “I became such a whale.”

Felice pursed her lips. He was hardly whale-like… not that she didn’t like the idea. “Corryn, come on. You’re rich, you’re powerful… you have nothing to worry about. You’re just stressed. Just relax.” She snapped her fingers. “Here. Why don’t I pay for dinner this time?”

“I can’t let you do that,” Corryn said emphatically.

Felice arched her brow. “Corryn. I’m paying for dinner.” She rolled her eyes as the lion pouted. “Come on. I’m paying, and I say…” she picked up the fork from his dessert plate, readying a big bite of flan and lifting it to his mouth. “You need to indulge tonight. Be a good boy and finish, and maybe… I’ll get us a chocolate cheesecake again. For later.”

Corryn slowly shook his head.

“Come on, Goldilocks. If you want, we can slim you down… but for tonight, why not savor it before you have to cut it out for a diet?”

The lion sighed, fighting a smile as he opened his mouth and Felice fed him. The cheesecake didn’t last long, as Felice thought of very creative ways to encourage him to eat it all; licking the chocolate frosting off her biceps wasn’t her first choice, but watching his stomach bulge and his fingers squeeze at her bulging arms in a desperate bid to convince himself she wasn’t that strong. It was adorable.

More months past, and while Artaxes’ image had improved, Corryn’s had taken a nosedive. After an unfortunate incident involving the seat of his pants ripping and a button popping and hitting a famous socialite in the eye at a banquet, the lion had taken what is referred to as a sabbatical as the weight continued to pile on, appointing Felice as his liaison.

Corry was winding down a day where his only company had been a carton of chocolate ice cream… and a slew of chocolate cream pies. And a German chocolate cake Felice had left with him.

And a dozen churros. Buried in chocolate sauce.

The lion, once a titan of industry, was looking like a whole other type of mythical being: a behemoth. He shook his cauldron-like belly, watching that dome wobble in his wide reflection in the mirror as he finished a shower. It was increasingly difficult to scrub everywhere. Heavy dough had entirely smothered the muscular form that once adorned the lion; his chest retained a small bit of definition, not entirely sagging, but it was more like a pair of heavy pillows covered his upper body. Round cheeks wobbled whenever he ate, bouncing as he'd stuff them full, and he grimaced as he spotted a fleck of chocolate he had missed. It was all to sate the heavy sack of fat that had grown off his middle, counterbalancing the rather full rump that strained and tore at seams whenever he'd waddle around. Thunder thighs made each step slow and plodding, wide hips swaying and threatening to catch in doors.

He sighed. “Great. I’m running out of tailors to cover all this…”

There was a tell-tale growl as two muscular arms squeezed his sides, powerful biceps cutting deep into his voluptuous sides. “Hey there,” Felice purred, her powerful and bouncing chest pushing into his rolls of back fat. She began teasing his thick mane, fingers searching for those extra chins she knew he was hiding. “Look at my sweet boy.”

“Hey,” Corryn muttered.

Felice arched her brow, turning him around. “Well, what kind of greeting was that? What’s wrong, hon?”

The lion looked her over. If he had any hopes of her gains plateauing, they were hopelessly dashed. Her arms were like steel girders, biceps bulging with the slightest bend, a wide back with surging flanks that was keeping up with Corryn’s waistline, and legs thick as tree trunks, still giving the portly lion quite a bit to look at. After a moment, he shook his head. “...Nothing.”

“Well, good,” Felice purred, pulling him close. His belly and her meaty chest fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces. “Because I got a treat.” She hefted up a large paper bag. “Freshly made chocolate eclairs.”

Admittedly, Corryn’s mouth watered at the thought. “Well… that sounds great, Stripes, but…”

Felice arched her brow. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I gotta get back to work. I’ve been hiding here too long… and I gotta get back into shape. I mean, look at me!” He took two fistfuls of fat, letting his belly bounce and jiggle for an embarrassingly long time.

“Aw, but I think you look cute!” Felice ran her hands over his belly, caressing every curve. “You’re like a big, cuddly teddy bear.”

“I’m a CEO!” Corryn snapped. “Not a teddy bear. I’m not going to let you just… do all my work for me.”

“I don’t mind, really. I just want my big guy happy,” Felice purred. “I mean… you like how big I’ve gotten… don’t you?” She kissed his cheek before pulling back, flexing her arm and making her bicep swell.

Corryn blushed, returning the kiss. “I- I do… but…”

“Look.” The beefy tigress growled softly, pushing a hand into the lion’s doughy chest and pinning him against the wall with little effort. “Things change, Goldilocks. You still have all your money, all your influence… but maybe you’re just entering a new chapter of your life. You’re more generous, now. More… attentive. More caring.” She stroked his mane, closing in for another kiss. “So I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen. You stop worrying about this, and let me take care of it. I’ll take care of everything… and you?” With a free hand, she reached over to the bag, producing one of the tantalizingly sweet, creamy pastries, and slowly moved it to Corryn’s mouth. “You just relax, eat your treat, and be my sweet, good boy.”

The lion shuddered, making most of his body wobble. Slowly, he opened his mouth, and took a bite, savoring the flavor. “Yes… yes, ma’am.”

A little more time passed, and not even Felice’s reassurances could keep Corryn from getting restless. Granted, the most active thing about him these days was his mouth. Felice certainly knew how to take care of him, and as he gingerly took a few, waddling steps into the boardroom, his vast corpulence enveloped in a custom-made suit, he was already beginning to feel the weight he had piled on. All the feasting had taken a toll on the lion, not that he could stop himself by now. The last vestiges of muscle had been consumed by his gluttony, soft fat covering every inch. His once proud pecs drooped with pudge, unable to retain their former shape any longer. His belly swayed low, gurgling with the bounty of an earlier meal and poking out from under his shirt despite his best efforts to cover up. It bounced off his thighs as he waddled slowly, each step laborious, his more than ample ass wobbling and threatening to burst even his comfortable sweatpants. Both arms rested on his sides, lifted slightly by doughy rolls that bunched under his shirt. Chins hidden under his mane quivered as he panted deeply from the exertion of walking. Even short distances tired him out, but there was always a snack waiting to keep him going; Felice had made sure of that.

Still, the titanic tigress didn’t expect him to make it all the way back to corporate. When she heard the doors to the boardroom open, coupled with laboured breaths, she shot up from Corryn’s old seat. “Sweetie! What’re you doing here?”

“I…” Corryn huffed, catching his breath and fishing in his coat jacket for a chocolate bar. “Just needed to… come. It’s the annual stockholder’s meeting, right?”

“Corryn, hon, I told you I’d fill you in later tonight.” Felice moved out from behind the table, supporting the bulbous lion in her obscenely strong arms. “You’re all out of breath!”

“I… saw you in my seat…” Corryn mumbled his mouth full of chocolate to regain his energy.

“Well… of course. Someone’s got to run the company- in your name,” Felice quickly added the last bit.

“But I’m…” Corryn belched softly, making room for more chocolate. “I’m King at Artaxes.”

“Of course you are,” Felice cooed, immediately steering Corryn towards the door. “You’ll always be King. But… Goldie, maybe there’s room for a Queen?” She rumbled, wedging the lion’s chubby face between her cannonball bicep and her monumental chest. “You don’t worry about this… I’ll get you down to your office, and get you some brownies… just like old times.”

Corryn whined softly, tugging a bit against Felice’s grasp, but it was a futile effort. His chipmunk cheeks squished together between the slabs of feline beef on either side of his face, he conceded. “Yeah… you’re right.”

“Of course. Now… when we get home, we’ll have a special dinner to make up for all this, okay? Everything you like. We’re going to fill this tank with all your favorites… I promise.” She patted his bouncing belly affectionately. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to move from your seat.”

Corryn chuckled weakly, but a voice in his head told him it wasn’t a joke. Then again, with Felice’s powerful arms wrapped around him in a genuinely loving embrace, and the thought of all that food just for him… he began to wonder if he even really minded either way.