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A little story i wrote during some downtime! Enjoy some huge Callie Briggs!
The door to the apartment flew open, the loud bang of the door slamming open almost as loud as the crack of a gun. The owner of the apartment stepped inside, angrily grumbling to themselves and only pausing to kick off their shoes, leaving them by the door, before shutting the door with yet another loud bang.
“Stupid Mayor Manx…shouldn’t be trusted running a bath let alone a city…” Grumbled the apartments owner, none other than the Deputy Mayor of Megakat City Callie Briggs. And to say she’d had a rather awful day would have been an understatement to end all understatements. Not only had she been forced to endure the daily bombardment of incompetence from Mayor Manx, which already tested her near saintly patience to the limit. But she’d managed to also find the time to get kidnapped by the oh so “delightful” Dr. Viper, an occurrence that was so commonplace lately that she was almost debating putting “Can easily dodge harm when kidnapped by supervillains and monsters” as a skill on her resume. And this particular kidnapping had been made even worse by a small incident just before her rescue by the SWAT Kats (the only part of the day she considered actually somewhat pleasant).
After managing to get loose from Dr. Vipers clutches, shed been running frantically through the absolute maze of sewer tunnels that made up the mad doctors lair, and had ducked into a small storage closet of some sort to catch her breath and hit her panic button device to signal the SWAT Kats (since the enforcers were being their usual brand of nigh useless). As shed done so, shed accidentally knocked over a large bottle of some sort of mysterious chemical from a tall shelf, it’s label faded and partially illegible aside from the letters H---ER MUTAGEN, S-MPLE 1. Whatever the bright red and sickly sweet, almost fruity smelling liquid had been, Callie had been absolutely drenched in the stuff, even accidentally swallowing some of it when shed glanced up to see just what the heck had been spilling down on her. The taste of the stuff had almost made her gag, it was like expired cough syrup mixed with this utterly bizarre almost “tingly” taste.
Due to this, after her rescue she’d been given a once over by paramedics and a decontamination shower by a Hazmat team. While the chemical hadn’t seemingly done…anything, she was still advised to call a doctor immediately if any odd symptoms manifested. And so had Callie’s day ended, with her receiving the rest of the week off of work and a profuse apology from Commander Feral and Mayor Manx, along with an always welcome few minutes chatter with the SWAT Kats. Razor had seemed especially apologetic.
Callie sighed as she collapsed into an armchair, utterly exhausted by the events of the day. After a few minutes of essentially just sitting there and staring into empty space as she collected her thoughts, she settled on her next course of action: a hot shower. Ten to twenty minutes later Callie sighed as she turned off the water, drying herself off as she slipped into a sweater and some sweat pants, finally starting to feel like she had managed to wash away most of the foulness of the day. But as she began to head into the living room, switching on the TV set, the chemical, unknown to her, began to take effect…
Callie had no way of knowing, but the chemical she’d been doused with was a rather…interesting concoction. A powerful mutagen meant to essentially turn those exposed to it into what the doctor would have described as an “eating machine”. At least, that’s how he’d have described it if he remembered the stuff even existed, Viper having a bit of a habit of making mutagens and then promptly storing them away and forgetting them if they weren’t related to some plan or the other of his.
And as the lithe cat began to finally relax and unwind a bit, the mutagen began to take effect, her stomach suddenly roaring and gurgling with hunger, as Callie suddenly felt like she hadn’t eaten for days. Rising to her feet and heading to the apartment’s small kitchen, she thought nothing of her sudden hunger. She had missed lunch and had skipped breakfast that day, so being hungry was hardly something that could be considered unusual.
Idly rubbing her stomach with one hand, Callie headed straight to the fridge, opening it up and glancing inside as if she’d just opened a treasure chest. And considering she had been grocery shopping only a few days before, she was far from disappointed. Mouth watering, she quickly grabbed a sub sandwich, a couple cans of soda, and a large tub of tapioca pudding. Heading back to the living room, Callie sat on the couch as she munched on her dinner, not noticing that she ate with a speed and voraciousness that meant that the sub was gone in only a couple of minutes, with the sodas lasting only a few moments longer. By the time the tapioca pudding, a tub easily the size of a large cereal bowl, was gone, barely ten minutes had passed. And rather than be sated, her belly roared with hunger even more loudly than before! But rather than maybe start to consider that something may be wrong, Callie just got back up and headed to the kitchen again, grabbing yet another armful of food, which yet again was devoured within minutes. And so this cycle went on for the next hour or so, until her refrigerator was almost empty of most anything edible, and Callie had fallen deep into a pleasant food coma.
It was late the next morning when Callie finally woke up, almost noon in fact. Yawning as she stretched a bit before getting up to go about her usual morning routine, she failed to notice a few…changes that had resulted from the previous nights’ binge: her once flat stomach was now round and soft, similar in shape and size to a “beer belly”, the orb of adipose wobbling a little with every step she took. It wasn’t just her belly however, her whole body was a bit…puffier, padded with a small but still noticeable layer of pudge. Little did Callie know the mutagen had passed a point of no return, and was inexorably carrying out the process of turning her into a gluttonous eating machine. The only sign something may have been off was when, mere minutes after waking up, Callies’ stomach roared thunderously with hunger, demanding that she glut and feed herself. But rather than wonder what was going on, she simply patted her belly, and strutted into the kitchen, mind filled with thoughts of frying bacon and scrambled eggs…
3 days later…
Callie groaned in pleasure as she gently placed a hand against her huge, flabby belly, the hanging ball of fat nearly the size of a jiggly yoga ball. With her other hand, she stuffed yet another handful of fries into her mouth. For the past three days Callie had done little more than eat, sleep, and call in ever more food delivery orders from just about every restaurant in town, paying over the phone and usually snapping up her food from the delivery drivers before any questions could be asked, the mutagen subtly altering her thoughts to make her more and more of a recluse, making her reluctant to have contact with really anybody.
Her new routines’ effects on her had been quite dramatic. Not only was her belly now a huge, jiggly ball of fat, her thighs and butt had also fattened up monstrously, covered in huge layers of flab and cellulite. Her whole body could only be described as obese, to the point that the only physical activity she would willingly do was the walk from her couch to the door to collect her food orders.
And yet she just kept eating, gorging herself nonstop from the moment she woke up to the moment she fell asleep. And thanks to the mutagen, not once did she think a thing was wrong, only thinking at worst that she had simply ‘let herself go’ a bit. But for the most part the only thing she really thought about much anymore was what restaurant she was going to place another huge order at. It was only a hour or so past noon, and the corpulent cat had already mowed through three large pizzas, and three double bacon cheeseburgers, along with two large milkshakes, and, as she stuffed another handful of fries into her mouth, finishing off the order, two large orders of fries.
Yet as she tossed the empty french fry carton into the trash, as Callie leaned back into her seat with a sigh of contentment, her stomach roared with hunger yet again. Chuckling as she patted her belly, Callie just reached for the phone on the end table next to her couch, quickly beginning to dial the number for a fried chicken place down the road from her apartment.
“Hello? Yes? This is Callie. Id like to call in a delivery order…” She said calmly into the phone, her other hand gently patting the side of her globular gut as she waited for the worker on the other end of the line to catch up.
“Oh. Ill take two buckets of the boneless chicken tenders please, two chicken sandwiches, and a large soda. And…maybe a large chocolate shake.” She quickly rattled off, blushing as her belly rumbled loudly yet again. A few seconds later after giving them her payment information, she sighed happily as she reclined on the sofa, rubbing and kneading her belly in an effort to soothe it as it rumbled and burbled nonstop.
Finally around five to ten minutes later she heard a knock at the door, the delivery finally arriving.
“Leave it by the door! Ill collect it in a moment!” She called as she huffed, slowly getting to her feet. Trying to ignore the renewed round of roaring rumbles from her belly she began to slowly lumber towards the doorway, every heavy step she took shaking the floor of her apartment.
Huffing and puffing just as she got to the door of her apartment, Callie glanced out the peephole of the apartment door to make sure her order was there. As soon as she’d confirmed this she opened the door and snatched up the cluster of bags and cardboard cup holders containing her order. The door snapped shut, and yet another round of gorging commenced…
One week later…
Callie Briggs sighed in contentment. Finally, she wasn’t hungry. Her normally incredibly noisy belly had finally fallen silent after nearly a week and a half of near constant gorging and gluttony. Finally, she felt full and satisfied. But this satisfaction came at a bit of a cost: her figure. A few days before she’d merely been ‘obese’. But now, now she was simply massive, blobby even. Her couch had long ago completely collapsed, crushed under the incredible weight of her massive bulk. Her belly alone was almost big enough to serve as a bed to any normal size individual, same for the two immense fat globes her butt had become. Her whole body had simply ballooned with fat and flab and cellulite. But well, she didn’t care much at all. That call was to soon, maybe, change.
She was idly relaxing in her living room, the immobile blob of cat blushing as she relaxed. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of her unlocked front door slowly swinging open, and the voice of Commander Feral calling out:
“Mrs. Briggs! You in here? You haven’t answered your phone and Manx is getting-what the….” He said, stopping dead in his tracks as he finally saw Callie, his mind almost unable to process what he was looking at.
“Ummmm. Hi?” The immense Callie Briggs said with a deep embarrassed blush. “I might have let myself go a little…” She said sheepishly. Feral finally managed to kind of collect himself, asking her one simple question.
“How…how did this happe-“ He was interrupted as Callies stomach roared with hunger once more as she rolled her eyes. “Oh not again…any chance you could hand me the phone Feral? I know a great takeout place near here!” She said, as the mutagen kicked in once more…
The door to the apartment flew open, the loud bang of the door slamming open almost as loud as the crack of a gun. The owner of the apartment stepped inside, angrily grumbling to themselves and only pausing to kick off their shoes, leaving them by the door, before shutting the door with yet another loud bang.
“Stupid Mayor Manx…shouldn’t be trusted running a bath let alone a city…” Grumbled the apartments owner, none other than the Deputy Mayor of Megakat City Callie Briggs. And to say she’d had a rather awful day would have been an understatement to end all understatements. Not only had she been forced to endure the daily bombardment of incompetence from Mayor Manx, which already tested her near saintly patience to the limit. But she’d managed to also find the time to get kidnapped by the oh so “delightful” Dr. Viper, an occurrence that was so commonplace lately that she was almost debating putting “Can easily dodge harm when kidnapped by supervillains and monsters” as a skill on her resume. And this particular kidnapping had been made even worse by a small incident just before her rescue by the SWAT Kats (the only part of the day she considered actually somewhat pleasant).
After managing to get loose from Dr. Vipers clutches, shed been running frantically through the absolute maze of sewer tunnels that made up the mad doctors lair, and had ducked into a small storage closet of some sort to catch her breath and hit her panic button device to signal the SWAT Kats (since the enforcers were being their usual brand of nigh useless). As shed done so, shed accidentally knocked over a large bottle of some sort of mysterious chemical from a tall shelf, it’s label faded and partially illegible aside from the letters H---ER MUTAGEN, S-MPLE 1. Whatever the bright red and sickly sweet, almost fruity smelling liquid had been, Callie had been absolutely drenched in the stuff, even accidentally swallowing some of it when shed glanced up to see just what the heck had been spilling down on her. The taste of the stuff had almost made her gag, it was like expired cough syrup mixed with this utterly bizarre almost “tingly” taste.
Due to this, after her rescue she’d been given a once over by paramedics and a decontamination shower by a Hazmat team. While the chemical hadn’t seemingly done…anything, she was still advised to call a doctor immediately if any odd symptoms manifested. And so had Callie’s day ended, with her receiving the rest of the week off of work and a profuse apology from Commander Feral and Mayor Manx, along with an always welcome few minutes chatter with the SWAT Kats. Razor had seemed especially apologetic.
Callie sighed as she collapsed into an armchair, utterly exhausted by the events of the day. After a few minutes of essentially just sitting there and staring into empty space as she collected her thoughts, she settled on her next course of action: a hot shower. Ten to twenty minutes later Callie sighed as she turned off the water, drying herself off as she slipped into a sweater and some sweat pants, finally starting to feel like she had managed to wash away most of the foulness of the day. But as she began to head into the living room, switching on the TV set, the chemical, unknown to her, began to take effect…
Callie had no way of knowing, but the chemical she’d been doused with was a rather…interesting concoction. A powerful mutagen meant to essentially turn those exposed to it into what the doctor would have described as an “eating machine”. At least, that’s how he’d have described it if he remembered the stuff even existed, Viper having a bit of a habit of making mutagens and then promptly storing them away and forgetting them if they weren’t related to some plan or the other of his.
And as the lithe cat began to finally relax and unwind a bit, the mutagen began to take effect, her stomach suddenly roaring and gurgling with hunger, as Callie suddenly felt like she hadn’t eaten for days. Rising to her feet and heading to the apartment’s small kitchen, she thought nothing of her sudden hunger. She had missed lunch and had skipped breakfast that day, so being hungry was hardly something that could be considered unusual.
Idly rubbing her stomach with one hand, Callie headed straight to the fridge, opening it up and glancing inside as if she’d just opened a treasure chest. And considering she had been grocery shopping only a few days before, she was far from disappointed. Mouth watering, she quickly grabbed a sub sandwich, a couple cans of soda, and a large tub of tapioca pudding. Heading back to the living room, Callie sat on the couch as she munched on her dinner, not noticing that she ate with a speed and voraciousness that meant that the sub was gone in only a couple of minutes, with the sodas lasting only a few moments longer. By the time the tapioca pudding, a tub easily the size of a large cereal bowl, was gone, barely ten minutes had passed. And rather than be sated, her belly roared with hunger even more loudly than before! But rather than maybe start to consider that something may be wrong, Callie just got back up and headed to the kitchen again, grabbing yet another armful of food, which yet again was devoured within minutes. And so this cycle went on for the next hour or so, until her refrigerator was almost empty of most anything edible, and Callie had fallen deep into a pleasant food coma.
It was late the next morning when Callie finally woke up, almost noon in fact. Yawning as she stretched a bit before getting up to go about her usual morning routine, she failed to notice a few…changes that had resulted from the previous nights’ binge: her once flat stomach was now round and soft, similar in shape and size to a “beer belly”, the orb of adipose wobbling a little with every step she took. It wasn’t just her belly however, her whole body was a bit…puffier, padded with a small but still noticeable layer of pudge. Little did Callie know the mutagen had passed a point of no return, and was inexorably carrying out the process of turning her into a gluttonous eating machine. The only sign something may have been off was when, mere minutes after waking up, Callies’ stomach roared thunderously with hunger, demanding that she glut and feed herself. But rather than wonder what was going on, she simply patted her belly, and strutted into the kitchen, mind filled with thoughts of frying bacon and scrambled eggs…
3 days later…
Callie groaned in pleasure as she gently placed a hand against her huge, flabby belly, the hanging ball of fat nearly the size of a jiggly yoga ball. With her other hand, she stuffed yet another handful of fries into her mouth. For the past three days Callie had done little more than eat, sleep, and call in ever more food delivery orders from just about every restaurant in town, paying over the phone and usually snapping up her food from the delivery drivers before any questions could be asked, the mutagen subtly altering her thoughts to make her more and more of a recluse, making her reluctant to have contact with really anybody.
Her new routines’ effects on her had been quite dramatic. Not only was her belly now a huge, jiggly ball of fat, her thighs and butt had also fattened up monstrously, covered in huge layers of flab and cellulite. Her whole body could only be described as obese, to the point that the only physical activity she would willingly do was the walk from her couch to the door to collect her food orders.
And yet she just kept eating, gorging herself nonstop from the moment she woke up to the moment she fell asleep. And thanks to the mutagen, not once did she think a thing was wrong, only thinking at worst that she had simply ‘let herself go’ a bit. But for the most part the only thing she really thought about much anymore was what restaurant she was going to place another huge order at. It was only a hour or so past noon, and the corpulent cat had already mowed through three large pizzas, and three double bacon cheeseburgers, along with two large milkshakes, and, as she stuffed another handful of fries into her mouth, finishing off the order, two large orders of fries.
Yet as she tossed the empty french fry carton into the trash, as Callie leaned back into her seat with a sigh of contentment, her stomach roared with hunger yet again. Chuckling as she patted her belly, Callie just reached for the phone on the end table next to her couch, quickly beginning to dial the number for a fried chicken place down the road from her apartment.
“Hello? Yes? This is Callie. Id like to call in a delivery order…” She said calmly into the phone, her other hand gently patting the side of her globular gut as she waited for the worker on the other end of the line to catch up.
“Oh. Ill take two buckets of the boneless chicken tenders please, two chicken sandwiches, and a large soda. And…maybe a large chocolate shake.” She quickly rattled off, blushing as her belly rumbled loudly yet again. A few seconds later after giving them her payment information, she sighed happily as she reclined on the sofa, rubbing and kneading her belly in an effort to soothe it as it rumbled and burbled nonstop.
Finally around five to ten minutes later she heard a knock at the door, the delivery finally arriving.
“Leave it by the door! Ill collect it in a moment!” She called as she huffed, slowly getting to her feet. Trying to ignore the renewed round of roaring rumbles from her belly she began to slowly lumber towards the doorway, every heavy step she took shaking the floor of her apartment.
Huffing and puffing just as she got to the door of her apartment, Callie glanced out the peephole of the apartment door to make sure her order was there. As soon as she’d confirmed this she opened the door and snatched up the cluster of bags and cardboard cup holders containing her order. The door snapped shut, and yet another round of gorging commenced…
One week later…
Callie Briggs sighed in contentment. Finally, she wasn’t hungry. Her normally incredibly noisy belly had finally fallen silent after nearly a week and a half of near constant gorging and gluttony. Finally, she felt full and satisfied. But this satisfaction came at a bit of a cost: her figure. A few days before she’d merely been ‘obese’. But now, now she was simply massive, blobby even. Her couch had long ago completely collapsed, crushed under the incredible weight of her massive bulk. Her belly alone was almost big enough to serve as a bed to any normal size individual, same for the two immense fat globes her butt had become. Her whole body had simply ballooned with fat and flab and cellulite. But well, she didn’t care much at all. That call was to soon, maybe, change.
She was idly relaxing in her living room, the immobile blob of cat blushing as she relaxed. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of her unlocked front door slowly swinging open, and the voice of Commander Feral calling out:
“Mrs. Briggs! You in here? You haven’t answered your phone and Manx is getting-what the….” He said, stopping dead in his tracks as he finally saw Callie, his mind almost unable to process what he was looking at.
“Ummmm. Hi?” The immense Callie Briggs said with a deep embarrassed blush. “I might have let myself go a little…” She said sheepishly. Feral finally managed to kind of collect himself, asking her one simple question.
“How…how did this happe-“ He was interrupted as Callies stomach roared with hunger once more as she rolled her eyes. “Oh not again…any chance you could hand me the phone Feral? I know a great takeout place near here!” She said, as the mutagen kicked in once more…
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