An ambitious young expecting mother is visited by a strange woman, and the world changes quite a bit...

A little gift for  fawxen and a little something for the holidays. Merry Christmas!

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Madeline entered her apartment, yawning as she flipped the light switch. It was evening, and she'd had another late day. She didn't mind, of course; it just meant another chance to show her determination and initiative. She was an ambitious young cat woman, and she planned to leave her life as an accountant behind and climb the ladder. One day, she'd be the boss, and she'd have all the power she deserved. A reward fitting all her perseverance was one of the things keeping her going.

The other was her spherical stomach. Though she was barely into her twenties, Madeline was already prepared to become a mother. No thanks to the father, of course. He took off as soon as he caught on that she was expecting. Her lip curled just thinking about that deadbeat. Well, once she was in charge, she'd give him a more fitting position, since the IT department was far too luxurious. Maybe assistant janitor? Yeah, that'd be perfect for a total scumbag.

She looked down at her stomach and rubbed near her bump, smiling. She'd refused maternity leave for the most part; she had a desk job easy on her body, after all. She didn't just want wealth and power for her own benefit; once she was rolling in cash and connections, her child would want for nothing. She'd give them whatever they wanted, as much of it as they wanted, whenever and wherever they wanted it.
She shook her head. One step at a time, she reminded herself. First, she needed to figure out what she would do with the business when she was in charge. She couldn't just charge in without a plan, that was the number-one way to fail.

First things first; she'd already had a relatively healthy dinner on the way home, as healthy as a burger combo meal with full dressing could be, so all that was left was to get ready for bed. She got out of her suit and slowly, carefully lowered herself onto her futon.
"Oof, there we go," she murmured, putting a hand on her stomach. "Let's get a good night's sleep, then. That means no midnight cravings, if you can help it."

With a yawn, she settled down on her back and covered herself, allowing sleep to quickly take her.

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Madeline grunted and turned as she slowly awoke. Her ears flicked as she picked up sounds of rustling and footsteps. She blinked her bleary eyes clear, trying to see in the dark. She checked her phone; 1:07am, the screen said.
Her eyes shot open as she caught on. Footsteps? But she lived alone. Someone was inside!

"Oh, I'm sorry," a woman's voice said, older and more mature. "I didn't mean to wake you~"

Something about the voice made Madeline start to relax, her heartbeat slowing down. "I-it's fine, I just don't expect visitors this time of night." She blinked. "Wait, why am I being so casual to a burglar?"
"Burglar?" the woman repeated, and Madeline could definitely see a...rather curvy silhouette looming over her. "Oh no, dear. Burglars steal things. I'm just here to have a little look at your little home~"
Madeline sat up on her futon. "Why are you looking around here then?"
"Let me just get the lights," the silhouette said, ignoring the question. Madeline heard a finger snap, and the lights in her apartment came on. "Goodness, 'little' is just the word~"

Now that Madeline could see properly, she got a proper look at her impromptu guest. 'Curvy' was an understatement; the black cat standing in the middle of the apartment had a pair of fluffy, ebony orbs sticking out behind her, testing the seams of her pale navy robe. Long lavender hair flowed down from beneath her crooked pointy hat. Now Madeline was very confused; why was a woman dressed like a witch in her apartment? And why was her butt so big?
"How'd you do that?" she decided to start with. "These lights aren't clap-on...or snap-on, apparently."
"Why, I'm magic of course," the cat said, lifting another hand. Some kind of purple smoke swirled around her palm. "I don't dress like this just because I pull off the look~"
Madeline went to argue, but with another snap of the other woman's fingers, the lights were off again. Another snap. On. Off. On. Off.
"Okay, I believe you," yelped Madeline. "Don't blow the fuses or anything."

Satisfied, the witch smiled and gave the apartment another once-over. "I don't see how you can move around in here, especially with your little one on the way. I certainly can barely fit~"
"Hey, hold on," Madeline spoke up, regaining her nerve, "how do you know about that?"
The witch approached, knelt down to the white cat and put a hand on her stomach. "It's not exactly hard to see you're due in a matter of months~"
Madeline blushed and glanced aside. That was a good point; it was hard not to notice how far along she was, especially with her bump sticking out through her shirt at work.
"But that doesn't explain why you're in my home," she pointed out.
"I just figured a young lady with big aspirations should have a big house, is all~"
Madeline swallowed. "How do you know about that? I've never seen you at my work..."
"I'm good at blending in when I want to," the witch giggled. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Willow~"
Madeline felt herself calming down again. For some reason, something about that name put her mind at ease a little more. "I'm Madeline."
"I know~" Willow purred with a wink. "Madeline Felini, right?"
Madeline blushed again. "Right. So, uh, you know I want to be the boss one day?"
"That I do, and I have an idea for what you might do once you're in charge~"
"You do?" Madeline's eyes widened.
Willow nodded. "Now, I know it's going to sound a little 'out there', but I'm sure you'll like it~"
Madeline wasn't sure how to take that, but she shrugged. "A weird idea is better than no idea at all."
Willow smirked. "Now that's a good attitude~"

The witch cat slowly sat her large frame down on the end of the futon, and Madeline's eyes widened as that large backside of hers got even wider as it squished out.
"Hope you don't mind if I sit down," she said. "Carrying this lovely body for so long is quite tiring~"
"It is pretty nice," Madeline blurted out without thinking, and clasped her hands over her mouth once she'd realised.
Willow chuckled warmly. "It's quite alright, dear. I love a good compliment." She leaned over, eyelids lowered almost seductively. "In fact, it relates to this idea of mine~"
"It does?" asked Madeline, sounding almost excited.
"It does," Willow said, reaching behind and putting a hand on the curve of her buttock. "It involves the privileges of being...well-endowed~"
"You mean...fat?"
"That's a harsh way to put it. I prefer 'fluffy'~"
Madeline rolled her eyes. "Either way, what about it?"
"Well, don't you think too many people worry too much about what they're eating? All that calorie-counting and fasting, it doesn't do anyone any good in the long run. Life's too short for most people to spend it fretting about silly things like that~"
"Well, half the reason is people think it looks good."
Willow squirmed her backside on the futon, making it sway and wobble into the fabric. "Do you~?"
Madeline's white-furred face flushed pink at the display. "I-it's fine, I guess, but..."
"But you prefer something to hold onto, yes~?" Willow giggled. "I think we could help everyone see the good side of some cushion. After all, it looks like you already know yourself~"

Madeline blushed harder as she looked around herself at that comment. Thanks to an enlarged appetite and constant cravings for not-so-healthy things, she wasn't exactly fit for jogging anymore. Her own backside, while not as big as Willow's, spread out against the futon a fair bit. She ran a hand along her face, feeling a pair of soft cheeks and a plump little double-chin under her jaw.
But, for some reason, she didn't mind too much. Normally she would, but not now, not at the moment. In fact, she couldn't help but think, maybe a big fat world wasn't a bad idea. Everyone having beautifully enormous bodies, lumbering around and wobbling and jiggling this way and that...oh, it sounded heavenly.
But why couldn't she help it? She never had such thoughts before, had she? Sure, she had given larger passers-by on the street a quick glance as she walked, but had she always wanted it this badly? She couldn't stop taking glances at Willow's backside. That pair of black, furry water balloons squashed out on her futon. The longer she stared, the more she wanted to know what they felt like. But she couldn't just reach over and grab, could she?

Maybe if they were my own...

"How would we do that?" she asked. "No one could persuade people to just, well, get fat. Especially not when it's really unhealthy."
"I think you could," Willow said, leaning over and rubbing under Madeline's soft double-chin with a finger. "You strike me as a very persuasive sort~"
"But-" Madeline tried again, but was hushed by a black-furred finger to her lips.
"As for health, you leave that to me," she went on. "I just happen to have another job at a laboratory, and I might just be able to sneak a few notes and such to you to give you some ideas. Don't worry, they won't miss them~"
Madeline wasn't sure if she should question this 'other job' of Willow's, but ultimately she figured that if this woman could use magic, she could do whatever she wanted.
"I dunno if I could convince anyone that this is a good idea," she admitted.
"Someone with aspirations as big as your preferred body shape," Willow assured her, "I'm sure could get anyone to go along with anything she wanted~"

The initial shock was starting to wear off, and Madeline let out a yawn. "Can I at least sleep on it?"
"Oh, by all means," Willow said, giving her the softest smile. "But I think I know what your answer will be, and I'll meet up with you tomorrow morning to hear it from you~"
"Yeah, well, we'll see." Madeline snuggled down onto her futon again. "I need to sleep now, I have work in the morning."
"Of course, so do I," said Willow mischievously. "Sleep well~"

The lights were snapped off, and just like that, Willow's big-bootied silhouette was gone as quick as the dark set in.
Madeline snuggled down on the futon, unsure of how she'd ever get to sleep after what on earth had happned just then. And then she nodded off.

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"Yes, definitely reinforce the ramps," said Madeline. "Well, just email me the forms and I'll sign them. Yes, that's fine. Yes, allow them to begin testing as well. Alright, let me know if anything else happens. Oh, are the decorations up? Good, good. Okay, bye."
She pressed the button on her earpiece and sat back, heaving a sigh. Who knew paperwork was so exhausting? She always thought being the CEO would mean she'd have people to take care of the boring stuff for her.

But on the other hand, she wouldn't have everything if it wasn't for hard work.

Eighteen years had passed since she first met that Willow woman, and had decided to trust her and take on this idea of hers. To promote obesity as a positive aspect. The witch cat had been true to her word, and brought Madeline some notes regarding chemical mixtures in experiments for physical health. And sure enough, over time, Madeline was able to talk and charm her way to the top of the company, and once she was there, made a few smart business decisions to absorb some laboratories and technology firms. This paved the way for the new FeliCorp to get a firm grip on consumer goods across the world, practically being in charge of its home city!
She looked out the huge window at the streets below her high-rise tower. Neon signs flashed before the evening snowfall, and large LED screens on the sides of buildings advertised her company's latest SnugChair 4, boasting its enhanced strength and 'faster Cranial Response Unit'.
Just in time for the holidays, she thought as she raised her hand and parted her finger and thumb like she were zooming in on a phone. The window's display zoomed in, showing a much clearer view of the pedestrians below. Madeline smirked at the sight.

On the sidewalk, there was no sight of anyone walking under their own power. Thanks to FeliCorp becoming a household name, every single citizen had been ballooned into helplessly immobile blobs of fur, feathers or scales. They all sat comfortably as their SnugChairs carried them along, fulfilling their every need; calling, news reports, video games and more, all thanks to her patented Cranial Response Unit; an onboard computer program that fulfilled the user's wishes by reading their thought patterns. Like a smart device without buttons, as she'd advertised it way back when.
Of course, enabled laziness wasn't the only factor in fattening up the populace; using the notes and research Willow had brought her, as well as the scientists at Madeline's disposal, she had created an additive based on a body fat-removing serum. It was edited to remove cholesterol, cancelling out the biggest concern regarding weight gain, so it was put into every foodstuff FeliCorp had a say over. It helped that it made the food rather addictive as a fortunate side-effect.

As for convincing the population that becoming fat, lazy blobs was the new popular thing, it turned out she was indeed charismatic enough to spin everyone's thoughts around on obesity. The first tactic was the use of a catchy slogan;

Why be a twig? Get fat instead! Soft and warm, and heaven on the bed!

The second was a mascot; a loveable spokesperson to get the message across in her ads and campaigns. She did it herself for a while and it went over great, but over time, she had to admit her age was catching up to her.
Thankfully, she had the perfect protegé.

The automated door to the office opened, and the soft vvrrr of another SnugChair 4 floated inside.
"Hey, mom," said a familiar, husky voice, which was muffled by the crunching of chips. "You wanted me?"
Madeline closed the zoom-in on the window and turned her own chair around, floating over to meet the shapeless blob of white fur and blonde hair slowly hovering toward her desk. Everyone in the city recognised her as May, the adorable new FeliCorp mascot whose round chubby face and multiple chins graced TV screens across the world as she advertised fast food, snacks and the latest self-driving car. She was a spitting image of Madeline herself but eighteen years old, and her hair longer with a fringe. Otherwise, she was just as squeezed into a comfortable hoverchair as Madeline was, taking the time to enjoy her favourite chips as her mother talked. Of course the CEO of FeliCorp and her daughter were immensely obese too; nothing sold a lifestyle more than living it yourself, after all.
"Yes, honey," she began, "just letting you know we have a little Christmas meet-and-greet at the mall tomorrow, at our smaller store. Nothing big, just put on your best smile."
"I know," May said, and put on the wide-eyed cat grin synonymous with her on-screen persona, and recited her catchphrase in the cutesiest voice her rumbling bass chords would allow, "Thin ain't in; Fat's where it's at~"
"That's my girl," purred Madeline. "Now, how about we get some dinner? I haven't eaten in half an hour and I could kill for some burgers."
"Sounds good to me," agreed May, and both white cats floated their helplessly immobile selves out the automatic door.

On the roof of the FeliCorp HQ building, unbeknownst to anyone, a large black cat with an even larger bottom sat and watched over the decadent citizens in the snow.

"Now this is my kind of world~"