I'm all about finding new ways to fatten up my slim friends, and this time around  HashtagPurr was the lucky target! Story involves a cat getting really fat and a zebra who thinks he's looking more and more delicious by the second :3

Hash's new roommate Rho is a terrible influence on his waistline, though the zebra may ulterior motives for making him big...

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Fattening Hashtag
By: IndigoRho

Hashtag stepped back and took a good look at his bedroom, smiling. After a hectic weekend of non-stop work the Geoffroy's cat had finally finished moving everything into his new apartment, and he was thankful for the opportunity to relax and settle into the place; not to mention get to know his roommate better. Normally Hash would've preferred rooming with someone he knew—or at least a friend of a friend—but his recent move had been on such short notice that he'd had no other choice than to answer an online posting and hope for the best.

Fortunately the risk seemed to be paying off wonderfully. Rho—the zebra who'd made the posting—was coincidentally his type, sporting a round doughy gut that his gaze consistently drifted towards. The zebra was cheerful and accommodating, always eager to help, and shared more than a few interests with Hash. The feline was also increasingly certain Rho was eying him up as well, the mere thought of which made him giddy. Only time would tell if his hopeful suspicions had any merit.

The moment of self-reflection came to an abrupt end as a tantalizing aroma drifted into the room from the nearby kitchen, stealing the cat's attention. Cooking was apparently one of Rho's passions, and he jokingly told Hash he'd never be want for food while living there, which was simply an excuse to stay as far as he was concerned. Sure Hash was thing, but he enjoyed a hearty meal just as well as anyone else. Plus he was generally active enough to fend off unwanted pounds.

With his stomach starting to growl Hash headed to the kitchen to see what was for dinner. To the cat's surprise Rho appeared to be working on multiple dishes at once, juggling a roiling pot of pasta along with a couple different sides. The sheer amount of food being prepared seemed a bit excessive in Hash's mind, though he quickly guessed Rho was planning for leftovers—or perhaps his own impressive appetite. Either way the food looked incredible. For a while Hash silently ogled his cute roommate, eyes following the zebra's jiggling gut as he diligently moved from one meal to the next.

Rho revealed a coy grin once he noticed the new arrival. “I see the bait worked! Most effective way to lure in a busy feline is with fresh food.”

Hash blushed. “Well it's been a while since I last had the time for a homemade meal, so I wouldn't are miss out!”

“You're not gonna have that problem ever again, I promise you,” Rho said as he stirred the pasta. “Would you mind getting out a couple TV trays? I was thinking we could watch a movie while we ate.”

Hash gladly agreed, prepping everything for the movie while Rho finished up dinner. The feline's eyes widened when Rho soon brought over their plates—they were practically overflowing. Half of each was a mound of pasta, with heaping helpings of the two sides piled on as well. The thought of clearing such a plate was daunting to Hash, as he was certain he'd never eaten so much in a single sitting before, even at his hungriest. Still, he didn't want to seem rude to his generous roommate—who was likely just used to cooking larger portions for himself—so he kept a smile on his face as the plate was placed before him. He'd simply have his fill and quietly save the rest for later.

Once the lights were turned down and a proper movie was selected the two roommates dug in. Hash had to resist moaning in delight after the first couple mouthfuls, rarely having had the chance to enjoy such rich, flavorful food. Hunger and a desire to focus on the movie inspired Hash to plow through his meal much faster than usual, and the cat didn't stop till he was absolutely stuffed. His uncharacteristic bout of gluttony caught him off-guard, Hash sneaking a feel of his very slightly rounder middle, blushing in the light of the TV. He failed to notice Rho's lowered gaze and sly grin.

After that Hash leaned back, his attention entirely on the movie...mostly. Without realizing it he was grazing on the occasional small forkful of food, finding more room in his stomach so he could continue indulging on Rho's feast. To wash down everything there was plenty of soda, and Rho was keen on refilling Hash's glass whenever it was half empty, and always when his roommate was distracted. As such, the feline was oblivious to the sheer amount he was eating and drinking.

Two hours later the credits were rolling, and Hash stood to bring his plate to the kitchen and save the expected leftovers. At least he tried to. With a surprised “Oof!” he stumbled back into the couch, his balance oddly off. His second attempt was more successful, but he was then left staring at his distended middle straining his shirt. Hash looked from his small belly to his plate, eyes widening as he saw it was empty aside from streaks of sauce and crumbs; he'd eaten everything. The intense feeling of fullness he was experiencing certainly matched what his eyes were seeing, but even then Hash couldn't believe he'd managed to consume the whole meal without much trouble.

Rho—who of course had cleared his entire plate as well—waddled up beside Hash and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Glad dinner went over well!” the zebra said cheerfully. “Though from the looks of things I may have to make a little more next time to handle our appetites.”

Again Hash's face was red. The cat wanted to assure Rho he didn't usually eat so much, but he also didn't want to spurn his new roommate's generosity. “Oh, I-I mean I think I was just a bit hungrier than normal!”

“Maybe,” Rho teased. “No that there's anything wrong with having a healthy appetite!”

Rho gave his gut a firm slap, and Hash couldn't help but ogle the zebra's soft middle jiggle wildly in response. “T-totally!” he said, his gaze lingering on the wobbling mass far longer than he would've liked.

Eager to escape the blush-inducing conversation, Hash swiftly grabbed their dishes and tossed them in the washer before thanking Rho and retreating to his room to collect himself. After taking a deep breath Hash pulled off his shirt to get a better look at the damage. He gave his swollen middle a gentle poke as he viewed his profile in the mirror, confused but not too worried. One night of unintended gorging wasn't going to make his waistline balloon out of control or anything.

* * *

A month later Hash's words were seeming prophetic. As the cat walked towards his apartment he could feel the slightest hint of a bounce in his step. He obsessively adjusted his shirt to make sure his belly wasn't exposed—a new habit he'd gradually picked up—wincing whenever his paw brushed up against pudge. Hash had always been thin, even avoided the notorious Freshman Fifteen in college his friends had all succumbed to, so putting on close to thirty pounds in a single month was beyond shocking. Of course, he'd also never had access to cooking on Rho's level.

Both roommates worked from home, and Hash had quickly learned Rho was willing and eager to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day. Not having to worry about meals had been a delight initially, but Rho was still preparing enough food for four or more—and Hash wasn't leaving leftovers. In the morning he'd awake to the alluring aromas from the kitchen, stuff himself, then work through the ensuing food coma. As soon as he was hungry again lunch would be ready. There'd be another food coma followed by more work and some social time with Rho, all leading up to dinner, the biggest meal of the day. Afterward Hash would be lethargic, lazing on the couch and playing video games or watching movies until it was time to sleep. In between the big three meals were plenty of snacks, often desserts from Rho's experiments with baking.

Hash settled into the new routine so fast he never noticed how much of his day was non-stop eating. When the cat inevitably discovered his wardrobe was dangerously tight he'd vowed to get his rampant eating under control and be more active, but a busy stretch at work meant he was constantly putting off exercise until “next week”. Even now he wasn't aware of the full extent of his bad habits.

The cat's stomach was already rumbling a little as he entered the apartment, thoughts drifting to the incredible dinner Rho undoubtedly had waiting for him. He was confused when he didn't hear any sizzling in the kitchen nor smell the scent of freshly-cooked food, but what he found in the living room left him speechless. Sitting on the couch was a shirtless husky, paws tied behind his back and bindings securing his legs as well. His round middle was visibly distended and taut, a contrast to his simply chubby frame. The stranger looked out of it to say the least, letting out sporadic moans as his eyes drifted without purpose. Standing in front of him was Rho, just as cheerful as ever.

“Awesome, you got home just in time for dinner!” Rho said, beaming.

Still baffled, Hash looked from the husky to Rho and back again until things started to click. “He...he's dinner?”

Rho was obviously aware of the shock in his roommate's voice. “I thought it'd be fun to add a bit of variety. Have you never eaten anyone before?”

“N-not really. I mean I ate a friend a few years back just for the experience but I let him out right away,” Hash answered.

Eating others was an accepted and relatively common act, despite the fact being digested was very much fatal. Personally Hash had never wanted to deal with all the risks involved in trying to overpower someone who could easily turn around and swallow you right back. While Rho hadn't consumed anyone since he moved in, Hash had suspected the zebra hunted from on occasion.

“Well then that'll make this an even better meal,” Rho insisted. He gave the dazed husky's belly a quick jiggle, presenting him like any other normal dish. “I've been stuffing him with liquor and cream for about an hour to make him feel more filling, plus it kept him docile. He's a bit wide for a first-timer, but I'll be able to help ease him into your mouth once you start.”

The casualness of the conversation startled Hash a little. Rho really was simply treating the random husky like food rather than a living being. “I don't know, having a whole person for dinner just seems so...so excessive. Not to mention fattening.” Though he didn't want to admit it, Hash was honestly more turned off by the calories involved than digesting away a stranger.

“Oh he won't be that fattening. Besides, I think you'd look cute with a belly,” Rho teased, giving his roommate's soft middle a quick rub.

Hash blushed harder than he ever had before, embarrassed that Rho had noticed his gains. He legitimately didn't want to get fat, but being complimented on his weight still managed to force a smile. Conflicted, Hash soon caved out of a desire to appease the roommate he was crushing on. “I-I guess one live meal won't hurt me.”

“That's the spirit!” Rho exclaimed. “Now take off that shirt, there's no way it'd survive how huge your gut's about to get.”

With considerable nervousness Hash removed his shirt, his chubby body exposed. Rho directed Hash to the couch while simultaneously picking up the husky, who didn't even put up a token resistance. As soon as Hash opened his maw wide Rho guided the husky's snout right in, nudging him forwards and forcing his roommate to swallow before he had a change of heart. Pred and prey both squirmed on instinct, Hash nearly gagging before he felt his meal press against the back of his throat and slide down, no turning back.

Though it'd been years since Hash had last swallowed someone whole he found his body able to handle the meal as if it were an everyday occurrence. His gulps were slow and deliberate, the cat fearful he'd strain himself if he glutted aggressively. Hash's heart raced as he felt his belly swelling once the husky lurched into his stomach, mind flooded with images of getting wider...and fatter. Rather than fret over the impact his unusual meal was going to have on his waistline Hash focused entirely on swallowing, gradually increasing his pace as he grew more comfortable.

Rho grinned as he watched the cat's gut bulging more and more with every gulp, the surface shifting faintly as the husky stirred within. He adored how easy it was to pressure Hash into eating more, from grabbing seconds to eating a stuffed stranger. Fattening up someone so slim was an absolute delight, tempting them with an abundance of food and seeing them give in to desire, their appetite increasing dramatically. There was always a chance Hash might resist his inevitable hefty fate, but Rho was certain he could overwhelm the poor feline with charm, guilt, and just the right amount of coercion if necessary.

Hash let out a muffled whimper as the husky's swollen belly slid into his maw, his jaws stretched further than ever before. He could feel his own gut expanding across his lap, pinning him to the couch and pressing him into the cushion; it was as if here were being sat on. The vaguely squirming canine was vanishing from sight little-by-little, legs gulped down with haste now that Hash's throat had been properly stretched by the rest of him. Every aspect of eating someone whole was strange to Hash, and by the end he just wanted to be able to breathe normally again, practically scarfing down his meal's paws.

When the last of the husky dropped into Hash's stomach the cat fell into a coughing fit, groaning as he gently cradled his bulging middle. Every little twitch from the husky made him wince, his belly now a lumpy, shifting mass. The exhaustion from swallowing someone whole combined with the powerful food coma from being so full, and it took all of his remaining strength to avoid passing out immediately. Regret was swift, but he could barely think straight while that stuffed.

Rho was quick to distract Hash from his worries, though. “Few things better than a cat glutting on a dog and turning the food chain on its head,” the zebra said as he began doting on his roommate's gut, carefully rubbing and nuzzling it. “You did well Hash, you're a natural at this.”

“I...I...don't—uorrrrrp—know,” Hash managed.

As much as Hash desperately wanted to upchuck the husky he didn't want the adoration to end either. Concerns over who his unfortunate dinner had been, how Rho had found them, or if they really deserved to be digested faded, replaced by the joy of being the center of Rho's attention. Hash convinced himself he wouldn't gain that much weight by digesting another person, that going to the gym would deal with those few pesky pounds easily. He'd be back to his slim, sexy self within a couple months, tops.

* * *

In the months that followed, Hash would constantly regret eating that husky. When his massive dinner had finally digested away completely a day later, Hash discovered he'd gained as much in a night as he had that whole previous month. All the clothing he'd just bought was so tight it was useless, the plump cat tearing seams and bursting buttons when he tried to get dressed. The new weight had also intensified his appetite, and Hash found himself unable to avoid constantly snacking in between meals just to keep the hunger pains at bay. He made a single attempt to go to the gym one week after his overindulgence, but the embarrassment of feeling his plump belly jiggle on every machine had prompted him to cut the trip short and never return.

Of course Rho did nothing to discourage Hash's rampant gluttony. He'd actively urge him to eat a little more at each meal, never king no for an answer and almost force-feeding the smaller cat on occasion. Dessert was larger and more frequent, not to mention decadent. Ample distractions prevented Hash from realizing his portions at meals were always far more than Rho's, that everything was high in calories, that Rho was regularly squeezing his increasing fat to check his progress. A delivery guy and a neighbor joined the unfortunate husky on Hash's waistline eventually, the feline unable to resist Rho's voracious peer pressure.

As the months went on Hash grew fatter and fatter. Two hundred pounds, two-thirty, two-sixty, two-ninety. There came a day when Hash discovered he was now the fattest one in the apartment and amongst his various friends. The cat who'd first moved in with Rho barely resembled the current, blubbery Hash. He waddled rather than walked, could devour a meal for four without a second thought, and—to his dismay—found his mouth watering at the sight of easy-to-swallow strangers while particularly hungry. Hash was drunk on love, though, consistently giving in to Rho's desires—even though they had caused him to literally double in size.

One night after dinner Hash slumped into the couch, stuffed beyond belief. His small “lazing around the apartment” shirt didn't even cover half of his massive, round belly, a ball of dough Rho was fond of kneading. Hash's fat cheeks were pleasantly soft and his double chin prominent, though they paled in comparison to the bubble butt that had begun leaving an imprint in the cushions. Rho had pampered him considerably more than usual that day, to the point where Hash had essentially been eating non-stop. As such he was even less mobile than usual, and tremendously sluggish.

Rho could hardly suppress a grin as he looked over his handiwork, the culmination of months of passionate labor. He knew it was finally time to act.

“Gosh Hash you've just gotten so blubbery since moving in!” Rho teased, giving the cat's sides a good shake.

Hash blushed from the groping. “T-too...fat,” he groaned, wishing—as usual—that he hadn't let Rho convince him to eat so much.

“There's no such thing!” Rho insisted. “You were a twig before, so woefully underfed. Now you've gotten wonderfully hefty and juicy. My stomach's growling just from looking at ya.”

Even in his state of borderline daze Hash was concerned by Rho's words. “Maybe—braaaap—maybe I should try jogging again tomorrow. W-wouldn't want to end up on a pred's menu.”

“Oh I think it's a bit too late for that, tubbs,” Rho said as he poked his stuffed roommate's gut. “You're basically a waddling feast right now, a real masterpiece if I do say so myself.”

“W-what do you mean!” Hash shifted on the couch, suddenly eager to put some distance between himself and the zebra looming over him. Unfortunately he could only wobble, which jiggled his belly and prompted a toothy grin from Rho.

“Hate to break it to ya Hash, but I've been fattening you up this whole time so I could glut on you.” There was no hint of remorse in his voice, just giddiness. “It's nothing personal, just a little fun I have with all my roommates. You're the fattest so far!”

Hash's heart was pounding, the cat wishing the zebra was joking but unable to delude himself. The feeding, the teasing, the distractions—all too late they made horrific sense. “Please Rho, we're friends, don't eat me!”

The zebra shook his head. “Friends are just as delicious as strangers, Hash. Besides, you're more like the turkey I've been plumping up all year in preparation for Thanksgiving: a fun pet that'll be much better off as layers of fat on my gut.”

“T-this isn't right, this isn't—urrrrp—right!” Hash begged, expending what little energy he had left squirming futilely on the couch.

“Don't worry buddy, I'll gobble you up paws first so it's more comfy,” Rho smiled, before leaning down and grabbing a hold of the cat's ankles.

Try as he might Hash simply couldn't break free of Rho's grip, gasping in horror as he felt his paws entering something warm and wet: Rho's mouth. Seasoned gulps sent them sliding into the zebra's throat, pinned together by the fleshy walls and soaked even more. Hash pleaded and whimpered, driving himself to exhaustion out of desperation, his hope for survival already dwindling. How had he been so naïve? Years spent easily avoiding preds and he managed to fall for the most obvious one yet, one who literally stuffed him for months on end.

Despite the effort that had gone into preparing Hash, Rho didn't really take his time consuming the hefty feline. He savored the softer bits here and there, but he cared more about being full and churning Hash into fat than tasting him excessively. Consuming someone as wide as Hash was still tiring, after all. Soon the zebra felt his own belly start to swell, Hash's wiggling paws pushing against the interior and unintentionally giving him a massage; helpful to the very end.

The gradual descent into Rho's stomach was agonizing for Hash, his body soaked in saliva inch-by-inch as he was eaten alive and whole by someone he'd loved. He couldn't even manage a few token curses or threats, pitiful begging eventually turning into whimpers and whines, the feline broken. Hash's sizable belly—the obnoxious boulder he'd spent months failing to get impede—didn't slow Rho's progress in the slightest, a final insult.

As Rho reached Hash's chest he carefully lifted the rest of his dinner off the couch, angling his head upward so gravity would aid him. Deep gulps caused Hash to lurch further into the zebra's maw in bursts. He frantically looked around for last second salvation or a change of heart, but there was no one who knew of his plight and he was just food to Rho at that point. With his head slipping past Rho's lips Hash cherished what little time in the light he had left, before shutting jaws plunged him into eternal darkness.

Rho moaned and rolled atop his bulging middle as he felt Hash slip into him completely. He greedily embraced his belly, prodding and teasing the cat he'd sealed away. Every squirm from within was pure bliss to the zebra, as were the muffled cries and meows that managed to breach the stretched layers of fat. A sloppy belch escaped his lips, followed by a couple more, Rho lazily swallowing some fresh air to ensure Hash stuck around a little longer; it was important to let reality set in for Hash.

Rho's complex ploys had begun on a whim a few years back, when he'd realized his long-time roommate had put on a good deal of weight. Though they'd always gotten along well Rho's hunger had inevitably won out. Raiding his then ex-roommate's room for money and valuables had allowed him to live on his own in the apartment long enough to slim back down some, and a new tradition was born. Time and time again Rho would use his cooking expertise to fatten anyone unlucky enough to answer his listing, turning them into an overindulgent meal and cashing out on their belongings once they were prepped.

Once Hash was all digested Rho would use his phone to fake continued contact with the cat's friends for a week or so, then stage his “random” consumption elsewhere to guarantee he wasn't deemed responsible; dealing with vengeful friends was a hassle otherwise. Of course he would also check Hash's contacts for anyone that might look tasty, potential snacks to hold him over during extended fattening periods. So far no one had caught on to his deception, and he even continued to hang out with a few friends he'd made through past meals.

For an hour Rho taunted and enjoyed his dinner, until he could no longer stave off his own fast-approaching sleepiness. “Alright Hash, time for you to start turning into wonderful zebra pudge!”

In the cramped confines of Rho's stomach Hash was barely conscious. He pushed weakly against the fleshy walls and mumbled something incoherent, but neither registered with Rho.

“Night night Hash, see ya in the morning!”

Rho let out a long burp that purged the vast majority of the air still left in his stomach, a smaller followup dealing the rest. On instinct Hash squirmed from the lack of oxygen, until finally growing still. With a content sigh Rho allowed himself to nod out, lulled to sleep by the gurgling that soon started echoing from his belly. Hash's new life as zebra flab was just about to begin...