A Very Happy, Very Fat Cat-Girl

Marilyn stood silently in the doorway, a soft smile on her face. The room was dark, but through the gloom she could make out the sight of Nika sprawled across the couch, a large, pale expanse slowly rising and falling as the cat-girl slumbered. Marilyn watched her for a peaceful moment, then quietly padded across to the couch to kneel beside her sleeping pet.
Up close, the cat-girl’s size was even more obvious. She was getting seriously huge these days, her narrow frame increasingly buried by rolls and cushions of heavy, cream-coloured flab that almost spilled off the couch as she lay on her side, curled around her massive belly. Her bulk glimmered in the dull light, the stark shadows emphasising the dark cavern of her navel and making it look even deeper than it really was, almost lost as it was in the fold between two soft pillows of fat.

Marilyn sighed. It was difficult to believe that this picture of pampered contentment was the same cat-girl as the skinny, nervous stray she’d adopted only a year or so ago; it seemed that besides her straight dark hair, just about every single one of Nika’s features had changed. Her flat belly had melted into a massive swell of gently sagging flab, a smooth, quivering cushion of fat that drooped almost to her thighs when she stood upright, broken into two thick folds by the deep crease that absorbed her navel. Her strong, lithe limbs had been buried within thick sheathes of extra flesh that folded and bulged over themselves, the heavy bulk of fat all-but swallowing up her knees and elbows in their sweaty embrace, leaving only little dimples in her smooth skin to show where the joints were beneath their heavy swathes of insulating padding. Her once-flat butt was now a mountain range, two flabby peaks of pure fat separated down the middle by a soft ravine, the long mouth of which was set constantly bouncing and jiggling by her lazy movements, the surface in constant landslide as it quivered and wobbled. The collar around her neck – the only item of clothing she wore, naturally – had hung loose when she had first arrived; now, even with an extra hole or two punched through the leather it was visibly a little too tight, digging slightly into her softened throat. Even her chest, which had been near-flat when Marilyn had first adopted her, was now swollen and drooping under its own spectacular weight, each flabby, overfull breast almost as large as her head.

She really ought to stop pampering her pet so much, Marilyn considered reluctantly. The little cat-girl was just so excruciatingly cute, though that she could hardly help herself from spoiling her - and if anything, the fatter Nika got, the cuter Marilyn found her. She just couldn’t help overfeeding her adorable pet; she found the sight of the huge, lazy catgirl slowly wandering from nap to nap, meal to meal so cute, the idea of her never going hungry or experiencing hardship so satisfying, that the thought of depriving her of food just to prompt her into dropping a few pounds was almost unthinkable.

Gently, she reached out and stroked Nika’s head, feeling the cat-girl’s delicate furry ears beneath her hand, and a moment later Nika’s eyes blinked sleepily open, her face breaking into a smile as she saw her owner.
“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead,” Marilyn cooed down at her, “Have you even moved since I left for work?”
“Nope!” Nika shook her head, splaying out more on the couch as she slipped reluctantly into wakefulness, “Just slept.” She yawned widely and stretched, the flab of her shoulder and upper arms bunching up as she raised them over her head.
“I think you get lazier every day,” Marilyn teased, moving her hand downwards to stroke the back of Nika’s soft, dimpled neck, and the cat-girl pushed appreciatively back against her hand, loving the physical contact.
“Probably,” she purred, “but it’s cold outside at this time of year… and your couch is so comfy.”
“You always have loved this couch,” Marilyn chuckled, “Though I distinctly remember both of us being able to sit on it at the same time back when you first arrived…”
“Mmm, true,” Nika mumbled contentedly as Marilyn’s hand strayed further down her spine, stroking the soft folds of her back-fat in the way the cat-girl just adored, “This way is nicer though…”
“Nicer for you, maybe,” Marilyn chuckled, “You’re not the one that has to sit on the armrest.”
Nika didn’t respond, instead only rolling over to prompt Marilyn to tickle her belly – a movement that set her entire body wobbling like an immense, pale jelly. Smiling despite herself, Marilyn obliged, reaching out to rub the great bulk of her pet’s swollen, overfed gut. Her fingers sank deeply into the pure flab as she stroked, petting first the bloated fold of Nika’s upper belly, then moving on to tickle the larger roll of her lower belly. Nika’s gut felt warm and impossibly soft beneath her palms, the toneless flab yielding under the slightest pressure from Marilyn’s fingertips. She couldn’t help but love stroking Nika this way – a feeling that was obviously very much mutual, the cat-girl purring and chirping happily as her owner rubbed and tickled her massive pet - especially as Marilyn slid her hands lower down under the main swell of Nika’s bulging gut to stroke her sensitive underbelly.
“Ah… that’s just… perfect…” Nika groaned blissfully, and Marilyn smiled to herself.
“I have one thing that might make this even more perfect,” she whispered to her pampered pet, and Nika’s black cat-ears perked up attentively.
“Oh?”
“I got you a cheese-and-tuna melt on the way back from work today.”
Nika’s expression somehow managed to turn to an even more intense shade of bliss, and the plump lips set in her chubby, rounded face turned upwards into a delighted grin.
“You’re the best owner ever,” she said, and Marilyn smiled with motherly satisfaction.
“I know,” she cooed, stroking Nika’s belly with one happy hand, “I know.”