Catti’s wardrobe dilemma. (WG story)

Prom was coming up, and boy oh boy did you want to kill yourself more than usual! Your school in all its boundless knowledge that we simple mortals could never understand,decided to theme the prom around fucking birds!
....Again! It did make sense though, you guess they wanted to try again after that autism train of a kid and the school bully wore actual bird heads for them. Yeah, Kris and Susie, two names that were now spoken with a hint if malice. Nobody is sure how they became friends, but the rumor going around is that they went in a closet for an entire day and have been "besties" ever since. They totally had sex, everyone pretty much knows this, why else would someone be in a closet for so long.
Well whatever their relationship, it made the once quiet kid turn into an asshole as big as Susie’s mother’s vaginal cavity.
He wasn’t the usual brand of asshole though, he almost never talked, but things like that...were just messed up.
When the two delinquents showed up with dead birds on the heads as “part of the dress code”. At the very least the kids was fake, Susie however actually severed a fucking bird head, all this to spite some blue avian kid, who promptly went apeshit.

It was funny at first watching his voice crack as he yelled at the two of them. Both you and Catti watch standing near the Punch bowl as Catti shoves a hotdog in her mouth.  Catti’s dress was rather loose besides her large breasts which seemed to be the one thing stopping it from falling off. She apparently threw it on last minute, as in she changed into it when she got here, and was not going back home to change. Not that she cared about prom, she just was too lazy to leave now that she had access to potential free food. Your suit was fine, but was wrinkled to hell and back, wasn’t your fault you forgot about it for a month and had been sitting on it every time you watched TV. In short the two of you wore attire that just screamed “close enough” as both of your formal wear had plentiful wrinkles and looked a bit scuffed, but neither of you really cared.
You watch as the bird attempts to choke the human kid, only for his grasps to meet empty air, in which he promptly tripped, and fell face first onto the punch bowl, shattering it on his face and slumping to the floor with a dull thump. The entire prom was quiet as they were pretty sure that guy just killed himself. Unsure how to react, you simply take a sip from your punch as Catti asked in her usual monotone if the kid was dead as she picked up another hotdog from the large table. Prom was abruptly cancelled after that, the bird was A lot quieter as a result. He tried to be smug but you can tell his pride is shot to hell, can’t even keep up that odd smile anymore.
Somehow those two asshats got away with it, just like they always do. You’d think after such an incident they would do something different but no, this is YOUR school after all. The kind that lets a pair of sociopaths get away with nearly killing a kid, even if he was a bit of a dick. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, oh thank the angel. You quickly view Catti’s message 'Berdly had a panic attack in class when they announced the theme, wanna go this year?' You mull over your answer.

You reply with a simple 'Sure why not?' before the bell rang signifying the end of the day. Getting up from your seat you get another text 'Alright but first I need to see what dresses fit me, your welcome to join me.' You smile at her small flirt before standing outside of the felines class and waiting. All of her usual classmates pooled out, including the prankster duo, she always went last, it was easier for her.
You hear the tell tale stomping of a feline as a white mass wedged itself into the door frame. The massive beanbag that was her stomach now hung toward her knees as it sprung out a good two feet around and across. It looked almost liquid as it audibly sloshed in the doorway. Small beads of sweat ran down her stomach as her numerous love handles hugged the sides of the door frame.

Her breasts are barely covered by a stretched out top, there is clear tears and rips in the black shirt as it now acts more as a bra than a shirt. numerous stains littered the top as it’s stretched out neck hole showed off her furred and bountiful cleavage, as it hung over her layered stomach. Her arms were thick with fat, her upper arms had nearly a foot of pure flab surrounding them, while her lower arms are 6 inches in diameter of flab giving her admirable fat wings.
Her thighs were thunder itself as each thigh looked as if sand bags were attached to them and rubbed against each other whenever she walked her pink shorts looking akin to panties at they rode up her couch cushion sized butt cheeks. Catti lets out a small sigh as she lazily sticks her arms out. You take them and with a quick pull you help her out of her momentarily prison. You feel the wind knocked out of you as her gut pushes you against a large window that lined the hallway. Catti slowly backs away, her triple chinned face had a faint and knowing smile on it as she does so.
Without warning catti pulls a lard laden arm around you and lazily pulls you into her bloated side.
Her white love handles now pressed against your side as you feel a sensation not unlike laying against a gaint fluffy pillow, you feel yourself sink slightly into her body. Your body visibly sinking in, and your vision becoming partially obscured. You feel your cheeks heat up as you feel yourself giggle like an idiot. Catti lets a smile cross her face, before patting her stomach with her free paw,

 “I haven’t breakfast or lunch today, think we can order some fast food or something? My stomach hasn’t shut up since last period.” *GROURP!* as if on cue her blob of a stomach let out a rather violent display of hunger. You can feel her stomach's vibrations from this close. You lightly glide a hand across her stomach, “You do know we have to look for a dress that fits you right?” You remind catti as the both of you walk out of you walk out of the school, arms still wrapped around one another all while her stomach gurgled audibly. Your hand gliding slightly lower as you played the exposed strings of her panties. “Well, I’m not one to ignore my stomach when I’m starving, not anymore.” Catti leans more into you as she finishes her statement,causing you to sink deeper, nearly having your vision complete obscured as half your body seems to disappear from sight,
The two of you reach her house to see a stack of cheap pizza and bread already at her door step. You're confused by this since you hadn't ordered anything yet, you barely feel catti let you go before she immediately opens the door, grabs the comical stack of cardboard containers, and rushes inside. Quickly following the fat cat inside, and as you close the door behind you, you can hear the cheap cardboard being torn apart.
Your girlfriend sits on the orange couch, which has a small dent where catti is sitting, as she attempts to toss a box of bread knots into her mouth only to miss and having most fall between her breasts rather than her mouth. You sit down next to her gorging form. Hopefully after this she will still fit into her dress.

Catti places a small stack of pizza boxes atop her breasts, in attempt to make a make-shift table. She nearly tears the cardboard top off the first box, to reveal the steaming,delicious, and cheap, meal before her. Lifting two slices in each chubby paw, Catti slowly begins to devour her meal. Her eyes are half open as she rhythmically took moderate bites out of the slices,as the cheese slowly started to slip off of them. Catti closes her eyes as she leans back further into the couch, causing a small ripple to go through her entire body.
Letting out a content sigh, Catti continues her slow pace of eating. You can’t help but feel content just looking at her, she looked so calm, like she had all the time in the world. Wait...time? Didn’t the two of you need to...oh shit! You check your phone, damn you guys only have about two hours before you both have to leave. Turning your head to face catti, you notice that she finished almost half of the first box.
You scoot closer to the cat, causing the springs of the couch to groan slightly. Catti turns to you,with half a pizza slice in her mouth. “I really don’t want to interrupt but...we only have two hours to be there.” You attempt to explain to catti. You expected her to do her usual “I don’t give a shit” face at you before continuing at her own pace, it’s what she usually does any way.

To your surprise the bloated feline seemed to show visible surprise at the news. Evident by her eyes popping open from their previous semi-closed state, and her accidentally swallowing the slice whole in surprise. “Well, guess I need to eat faster.”
Catti says as she stretches her bloated arms behind her head. She held the last half of the pizza and begins to roll it up. What the hell are you....uh,wow. In one quick motion Catti crammed to entire half of a pizza into her mouth. Pieces of pepperoni fell between her bountiful cleavage, joining the bread knots from earlier. Acting as if the action was nothing, she pushed the box off of her breasts causing it fall towards her stomach, and sliding onto the carpeted floor. Opening the second box she attempted to do what she did with the first. The pie dripped with grease as she prepared herself for the challenge ahead of her.
Droplets of grease began to stain her strained top as the pizza was being squeezed into her mouth. She felt the pizza reach the back of her throat as she crammed a foot long meal into her mouth at once, she gaged a little, before she began to slowly chew. Soon the pizza began to shrink into her mouth as her cheeks began to fill up, with a hearty swallow, the second pizza was down. Catti let out a sigh of relief before repeating the process. She probably won’t fit into her prom
dress by the end of this...

One after another more and more boxes are quickly emptied of their succulent Italian meat. And shoved pie after pie into her eager maw. Soon there was only one pizza left, and one VERY stuffed cat. Catti let out a small hiccup as her stomach audible groaned. You lay next the bloated cat, as her stomach now hung past her knees due to nearly 10 pounds of pizza now occupying it giving it a nearly spherical shape.
Catti pulled you into a hug, causing a burp to escape her as you pressed against the sides of her belly. Being the this close to her you can see the results of her vacuous overconsumption. Her stomach felt almost like a drum as you pressed you hands lightly into it felling it sink in a couple inches before being stopped by a hard mass. Catti’s shirt had seen better days.
Now it resembled more of a modern art painting than a shirt. As a multitude of light brown stains covered her entire top. Numerous holes have appeared near the seams of the arm and neck holes looking as if little bit sod white fluff were escaping her shirt. The thing was gonna tear open soon if she keeps this up, but she probably doesn’t care anymore. Catti”s mouth is covered in a thin layer of grease, as her chin has a small trail of the substance leading down between her two bountiful milk mounds. Her stomach would not stop it’s audible protests against the large meal, filling the entire house with its groans and growls. Catti lightly nuzzles you as you lean into her, the faintest of smiles present on her face. “Thank you, I *Huorrp!* feel *Urp!* ....huge, ugh.” Catti grunts as she attempts to ease the tension in her stomach with a free paw. You lightly rub her stomach as she pulls you in close, you swear you are forgetting something. You turn to look at the clock....Well shit. You only have about an hour to get dressed and ready. You look over at the barely visible smile on her face. Only visible from up close with how little her mouth is tugged upward. It’s a genuine smile, one of the cat genuinely being happy. Something she herself has told you rarely happens. Would you really ruin all that just because of some prom starring The asshole duo? You feel your grip tighten around the fat cat as your arm sinks a bit in her neck and back fat. “You really like this, huh? Your so frickin weird.”