A short sequel to my most popular story so far, following up on Thomas' wish for Duchess to put on some weight with him. Enjoy!

Thomas O’Malley was lying in bed, sighing dejectedly and impatiently. Even rubbing and patting his tremendous bongo belly failed to make him happy.
Many months had passed ever since he began gaining weight at a ludicrous degree. Both he and his wife, Duchess, had both found much pleasure in his fattened state, and opted to keep him stuffed and ever-gaining. The results thus far had been satisfactory; Thomas was now a butter-ball of a tom. Any and all form of clothing could no longer contain his massive, blubbery frame, save for a few pairs latex XXXL underwear that were more akin to a thong when placed over his gigantic rump. Moving became almost an impossibility, his weight providing so much of a burden that even getting up from bad was no easy task.
Despite that, both cats enjoyed it immensely. Duchess had only too much fun playing with, massaging, and otherwise pleasuring her fat cat, whereas Thomas loved his obese body being rubbed kneaded, and lied on like a bed, his fat offering more than enough warmth for the white-furred beauty to snuggle with
The last few months had been blissful, and he only looked forward to getting bigger and happier. But Thomas felt a little disappointed.
In the first weeks of his gaining, Thomas proposed that Duchess started gaining weight as well, so both could enjoy the company and experience of being big fat cats. Duchess was quick to agree that night and began cooking double for both of them to start packing on pounds. Therein lied the problem.
Duchess constantly moved around in the kitchen, handling several pots and pans to prepare food. It could be said that Duchess ate as much as Thomas, having been serious about getting fat for him. But as it stood, all that moving around did no good towards gaining weight.
Thomas looked almost forlorn as he lay in bed. He stared at his humongous belly, which he couldn’t even see past in the first place. Lying on top of it was Duchess, sleeping soundly. Every once in a while, she shifted on top of him, inadvertently rubbing against him, which offered him brief moments of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to get him out of his depressing. He grabbed the sides of his belly. He imagined pulling out all the fat within it and pushing it into Duchess, making her as fat as they both wanted her to be, or at least getting her started on her gaining once and for all.
Thomas had to admit that she did feel a bit heavier every night. All the food that she ate had to have had some effect, after all. Sometimes, he would even see her belly protruding through her clothes. Yet it wasn’t enough. Thomas wanted even more of his beloved Duchess to love. Above all, he wanted her to know how wonderful it felt to be stuffed with food and fattened like a pig.
Thomas found himself thinking of what he said when he first gave Duchess the idea of gaining weight herself.
“Oh, if I could, I’d stick a hose right in your mouth and pump you full of your cooking until you were as plump and sexy as I am.”
“If only I could at this point,” Thomas whispered. “I really want you as fat as I am. Maybe even fatter.”
“What was that, dear?” Duchess murmured.
Thomas was surprised to see Duchess awake, what with it being the early hours of the morning.
“Oh, nothing,” he sighed. “Just wish you would hurry and plump up already.”
“So do I.” She turned over onto her back and patted her slightly swollen stomach.
“I was just thinking about something funny.”
“And what was that, darling?” Duchess asked.
“Remember when I told you that I’d stick a hose in your mouth and pump you full of food? Don’t you wish we could do that?”
Duchess giggled.
“Yeah,” Thomas replied, guessing what her response meant. “It does sound a little silly, huh?”
“Oh, not at all! In fact, I was just thinking the same thing!”
“Really, now?”
“Yes! I mean…why can’t we?”
“Huh!?” Thomas blinked in surprise. “You mean you’d really be willing to do that?”
“Of course. I thought you were joking about it, so I didn’t think much of it. But actually, I would love it if we did that. Let’s face it; with all this running around I keep doing, I’ll never be able to become big and fat. We might as well speed up the pace by stuffing me with a hose, no?”
“Duchess…so you really wanna plump up like that?”
“Yes…I think I do.”
“Babe…I think you just made me the happiest cat in the world all over again.”

A few weeks had passed since that conversation. When Thomas and Duchess weren’t eating, spending time with the family, or being intimate with each other, they made preparations for Duchess’ stuffing. Thomas had a machine built in their bedroom. It was smaller than their bed, but big enough to get the job done. Meanwhile, Duchess had made plenty of fatty desserts to go in the machine, figuring that those would go well together.
They were finally done with all of their preparations and were ready for their special night.
Thomas sat up in their king-sized bed, with Duchess leaning against his fat belly. She was wearing a nighttime blouse with pink lingerie underneath.
“Ready, my dear?” Duchess asked.
“Hm…not just yet. Why don’t we make this fun?”
“Fun how?”
“I was thinking we could do a little roleplaying before we get started.”
“Oh, that does sound fun.”
“Okay then. Let’s see…”
“Oh, I’ve got it. I’ll be a beautiful French model.”
“Hey,” Thomas exclaimed, “I thought we were roleplaying, babe!”
Duchess giggled at his playful compliment.
“And you’ll be a dastardly villain who likes capturing beautiful cats and fattening them up.”
“Sounds perfect.”
The two of them shared a loving kiss on the lips, eager for what was about to take place.
“Ready?” Thomas asked.
“Ready,” Duchess replied with a nod.
He stroked her head lovingly as he stuck the hose in her mouth and comfortably tightened belts around her head to prevent her from spitting out the hose (not that she’d want to). For the sake of role play, Thomas tied her arms to the bedpost, preventing her from “escaping”.
Thomas looked to her with a loving and anticipatory gaze, to which Duchess responded with a nod.
“Now then,” Thomas declared with a zany villain-like accent, “It’s about time we added to that lovely figure of yours, my pretty!”
“Mmph! Mmph!” Duchess muffled in playful protest, shaking her head all the while and trying to free her arms.
“No use in escaping, my dear! You’re all mine, and now you’re about to become my new blimped beauty!”
Thomas flicked a switch on the machine. As soon as he did, he could see the hose begin pumping food through it.
“Let the stuffing commence!”
Duchess continued to protest through the hose as the first bits of food finally reached her mouth. Despite their roleplaying, her expression couldn’t hide how much she liked the taste, nor how excited she was when she felt the food start to take its natural effect.
The desserts seemed to plop into her belly, and she began to feel it fill out like a balloon. At first, she saw it poke through her blouse, then it started overwhelming it. Her blouse rose like a curtain as it made way for the swelling belly underneath. Her breasts began to swell too, as the blouse began to tighten around them. Her breasts and belly began to make contact, still being tightly constrained by the blouse.
She then felt her thighs starting to thicken, touching as they grew. She looked down to see her legs expanding like dough in the oven, feeling softer by the second. Suddenly, Duchess felt a lifting sensation from beneath her, and she realized that that was her butt. She could feel it bloat out and become bigger, almost absorbing her legs into her furry white buttocks.
Duchess was moaning with pleasure at her body fattening. She began flailing her plump, jiggly arms with joy. Thomas stared in disbelief and wonder. His darling was gaining weight instantly before his eyes, practically inflating like a water balloon, and he was loving every second of it.
He untied Duchess’ arms, the two of them completely forgetting about the roleplaying, and simply stuffed her to her hearts content.
Thomas went straight to her growing belly and began rubbing and kneading it, enticing even more moans from Duchess.
“Oh, man, you are growing nicely, babe! You’re almost as big as me! Should we give it a rest now?”
Duchess shook her head violently.
“No,” she muffled through the hose. “More! I want more! I want to be bigger! As big as you! Make me fatter!”
“As you wish, my darling.”
Thomas began rubbing her belly again, making more room inside for food to occupy. Eventually, he grew bold enough to give her thick, plush thighs and legs a good kneading, making Duchess feel as good and comfy as possible.
His ears perked at the sound of tearing, and he stopped rubbing to see Duchess burst right out of her blouse, leaving her in a frilly bra and panties, which were doing very little to hide away her growing assets.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Thomas yelled.
Thomas turned off the machine, which spit out just a few more morsels down into Duchess’ throat. She let out a relaxed and contented sigh as Thomas removed the hose from her mouth. She let her tongue hang out as she panted with exhaustion. He sat her up for an instant and went behind her, letting her rest on his body. To his pleasure, she felt more than ten times heavier than she used to only minutes ago. She was as large as he was and neither of them could be happier.
“Look at you,” Thomas whispered, patting and rubbing Duchess’ belly. “Stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. How do you feel?”
“Bloated, immense, and almost immobile. Not to mention…absolutely wonderful.” Duchess took her own paws to her belly, poking it and loving how soft it felt.
“I’ll say. Just look at’cha. You’re way hotter than I am. All nice and plump.”
Thomas took his hands to her soft, flabby butt and squeezed it, making her squeal.
“Hotter than you? That’s quite a feat, is it not?”
“Maybe. But there’s that one advantage you have over me.”
“What’s that?”
“These plump beauties right here.”
Thomas reached around her and cupped her large breasts playfully. She giggled as he bounced them in his hands, watching them jiggle.
“You are gorgeous, my dear.”
“Thank you, darling,” Duchess replied. “I feel simply wonderful.”
“Babe, I was thinking about keeping that machine around for a while. I like the way it works.
“My thoughts exactly, Thomas.”
“Say, you’re not tired yet, are you?”
“Not particularly.”
“Good.”
Thomas carefully slid out from under Duchess, letting her lie on the bed by herself before hopping on top of her, their bellies slapping together, and wrapping his own large arms around her fat frame.
“Because this fat cat’s just getting started with his plump princess.”
Duchess giggled and goosed Thomas’ fat butt, ready for her first night of many as a fat cat herself.