Rick was a shy-antisocial tabby with very little friends in life. Most of his days consisted of keeping to the confines of his own home and taking occasional trips to stores for basic necessities. Even hanging out with his friends proved a chore as their activities didn’t coincide with his prefered way of living. Little did he expect his life to change however one particular morning trip to the grocery store. It was business as usual, gather what he needed to survive another boring day and pay with what he earned as an intern for a software development company. Eager to escape the crowd of beasts in the vicinity, he darted out the door, but not before stopping in front of the lottery ticket dispenser he stopped by each time he came here. A peculiar ticket caught his eye, one new and costing a whopping ten dollars. He had purchased all the other tickets multiple times in the past with little fruit given to him, and he didn’t expect this one to be any different. Still he went on ahead and slipped the bill into the machine. As was his manner, he’d buy the ticket at least once, and with the price being ten dollars he’d probably never buy it again. The odds of him winning the ten million dollar jackpot were as slim as him scoring a date. Still, it was only one ticket. 


Purchasing it he walked out the door with his grocery cart in tow. Scratching out the numbers with a claw. He nearly tipped his cart over and shouted aloud as his winning numbers matched with the grand prize. Timid at making a scene, he tossed all he had purchased into his car and drove home. Now a millionaire, he was finally able to live out his lifelong dream. He was a simple tabby, not one who needed expensive clothing, cars, or a large house. Rather, his dream was a more selfish and eccentric desire. One society or his friends couldn’t possibly understand. But for a single antisocial tabby who spent most of his days at home slouched over on his couch or surfing the web, it was quite the fantasy. Rick’s dream, was to be the fattest feline he could possibly be. 


It was his shy secret desire, one he had never shared with another living soul. In secret he admired the more voluptuous beasts around him; sometimes he used to put pillows down his shirt when he was younger to just feel large. He was envious of every fat creature he walked by, especially those who had someone else in their lives to fatten them up, or those whose parents overly spoiled them as a child up to their adult life. All of them lived without a care-how they wanted-reveling in their hedonistic and sedentary lifestyles. It was a fantasy he constantly imagined himself living out, but didn’t have the money for it. He was barely able to keep on what little chubbiness he had due to his daily commute to work and back home (ironically he enjoyed long walks). He could’ve done what so many others did and had a friend to fatten him up, or asked for food donations from the public, but his reclusive nature and lack of social interaction shot the idea down. Now he wouldn’t need any of that with his own fortune. And in the coming days, his dream came into fruition.


He received his prize a few weeks later, which he was more than anxious to use as soon as it cleared. Immediately he ordered dozens upon dozens of pizzas from his favorite restaurant, along with a few dozen liters of soda. Hours passed before the delivery van arrived, with multiple ferrets exiting the vehicle to fill his room with pizza boxes and sodas. Once they left he quickly shut his door and closed his blinds as he dove into his gorge with the utmost ecstasy. His dormant gluttonous side was finally unleashed after all these years. Moaning with joyous pleasure his paws crammed all that he could into his mouth, regardless of how arduous a task it was to swallow. He practically drowned himself in soda and choked on the delicious meat and cheese slithering down his throat and landing with a squelch in his stomach. But the rush of finally being able to overeat as much as he wanted proved too blissful. Quickly his stomach bloated up and sloshed as he smacked it numerous time; filled with glee at finally having his own stomach to pat and wobble around. A picture of pure hedonism, he was no doubt the happiest cat in the city at that moment. Needless to say he was fit to burst by the time he was halfway done with all he ordered. The pain and tightness of his stomach was quite unbearable, but completely worth it. Eating one last slice, he passed out with a paw on his terribly distended belly, and a sloppy grin on his face.


In the coming months his level of overeating grew easier. Quitting his job, he dedicated all of his life and time to stuffing his face every waking moment until he went home to take a long nap. The sheer amount of food he ate stretched his stomach to large proportions, as well as added a ton of weight. His hobby for long walks did little impact to his fattening body, but certainly helped his legs ability to carry him. His friends questioned him in the beginning, and even tried forcing him to hit the gym numerous times. But Rick’s attitude was stern and stubborn, which immediately deterred further weight loss offers a month later. Now they mostly poked fun at him and his size, which was more of a compliment to the fat tabby the larger he got. Clothes shopping became more regular every week after his limbs and haunches ripped through his previous wardrobe. It grew so bad that he either only wore a button up shirt (which was never buttoned up due to his belly) and a massive pair of shorts, or nothing at all. Both options were fine to him, as he quite enjoyed the attention he received from the public. Strangely enough his new body gave him more confidence as well as boosted his social activity with the waiters and cashiers he met at every restaurant he visited. It was hard to not notice him waddling around the city, usually with something in his flabby arms for him to snack on. There was never a moment where he wasn’t stuffing something in his mouth, or wore a grin on his chubby face. 


That very day he walked into his favorite burger joint after visiting an asian restaurant and movie theater. His belly was noticeably stuffed, which he made apparent by sloshing it around in his paws. Waddling over to the front, he waved at the vixen manning the register. “Hey Trixie, my table open?”


“Like it always is Rick,” she smiled, “You’ve gotten bigger since you’ve last been here. Already ate something and here for more huh?”


Rick noticed her looking at his massive belly spilling on top of the counter as he leaned over it. Even as he leaned back it remained in its same position before he lifted it off. His belly bobbed up and down as he chuckled and placed both paws behind his head in a relaxing position. “Hehe, you know me,” his stomach stretched outward as he inhaled, “I spoil my stomach rotten.”


“You sure do,” she chuckled back. “Pretty soon you won’t be able to fit through the door.”


“That just means I’ll order from the drive through. By then I’ll take up my own parking space.”


Both laughed heartily before Rick placed his order and made his way toward his seat. It was a booth all the way in the corner designed to accommodate the more larger guests. It was no surprise that Rick wasn’t the only one with obese aspirations. A moderate number of creatures made their living off of being incredibly overweight for adoring fans who purchased online videos and photos, or celebrated the winners of eating contests. Though Rick wasn’t one of these individuals, their presence proved convenient for him. Pretty soon he wouldn’t be able to fit even in these types of booths, which excited him to think about.


As per usual the preparation for his massive amount of food took hours, but was worth the wait. Lots of double cheeseburgers stuffed with bacon and beef, buckets of fries, boxes of zucchini sticks, and jugs of soda all waited to be devoured. Licking his lips he rubbed his paws together before digging in. Grabbing all he could he stuffed whole burgers into his maw and closed his eyes as he swallowed them down. The months of practice made it easier but the massiveness of the burgers still made him wince slightly. No matter, one or two burgers at a time didn’t insight unbearable pain, but grew easier to bare the more he ate. Picking up two boxes of zucchini sticks, he poured them into his mouth; cramming them down with his own two paws. The sensation all trailed back down to his immense stomach, which bubbled and churned with the mixture of grease, oil, soda and stomach acid. The noises it produced made him blithely bounce it in his paws. His face was a gleam with joy at the feeling of everything sloshing within him, producing a pleasurable inner belly massage like no other. He soaked it all in as he leaned his head back, feeling his stomach stretch outward and spillover onto the table. 


“What a stomach,” he sighed in bliss, “so squishy and soft. If only I had more paws to squeeze every inch of it. Still though, its not big enough.”


As the food continued coming to him, he continued stuffing himself silly. Looks of shock and disgust were drawn toward him by the other restaurant patrons who were unfortunate enough to bare witness to his gluttony. He produced a rather toothy grin to all of the onlookers while continuing to swallow all that past his chops. Two huskies particularly stood out. Neither of whom seemed the least impressed by his gluttonous zeal. They seemed like the athletic types, no doubt out for an afternoon bike ride judging by the gear they wore. He sneered back at them, feeling pity for them at not knowing the delectable wonder of overeating. Looking to them, he grabbed as many burgers as he could hold in his arms, stuffed his mouth to the point he couldn’t even close it, leaned his head back while placing both paws on his belly, and took a massive gulp. His throat bulged immensely before the food landed in his belly; greatly expanding it as the mound of burgers reunited with their beefy bacon brethren. Releasing a loud belch, he silently chuckled as the couple gagged and stormed out of the restaurant with paws covering their mouths. It slightly amazed him how much larger his own stomach grew from the load he ingested, which was by far the most he ever ate in one gulp. 


“That’ll teach them. Maybe now they’ll think about putting some meat on their bones.”


A couple hours passed until he reached the end of his order, and by then he was quite satisfied. His belly was more of a groaning sloshing orb of brown and white fur than when he began. He wore the same smile he donned at the end of every feast. Gallant and jolly was his bloated, undulating countenance which engulfed more of the table with each visit. He couldn’t keep his paws from squishing and rubbing his massive gut; trailing his digits through the soft abundant fur. His shirt seemed like a tiny vest on his bulkier body, and his shorts had long broke off with only his own girth holding them up. He blissfully sighed at the melodic tunes of his stomach as he jostled it from the bottom. Sighing in peace as the tub of white blubber jiggled in his paws atop of the table. 


“Another wonderful gorge. Fifty double cheeseburgers with extra bacon, and twenty five boxes of zucchini sticks, buckets of fries, and liters of soda. All in all, a wonderful feast.”


“Had a nice meal,” Trixie walked over to him with some other co workers to gather up the empty trays.


“You know I did,” said Ricky, smacking his massive gut.


“Well be sure to come back soon. You’re one of our best customers,” she winked. 


Ricky nodded back and couldn’t help but shyly smile. He saw how she looked at his belly, with the same twinkle he had whenever he woke up to the tub of fat in the morning. Perhaps he’d invite her over for dinner someday. For now though he had to struggle to slide his way out of the booth. It was easier thanks to his belly being on top of the table and not between it, but still his hefty rump caused some complications. With some help from the restaurant staff however he was able to squeeze through and get back on his haunches. Waddling out the door with his paws resting atop of his large stomach. It stretched out several inches in front of him and rounded out his waist and midsection so much he couldn’t reach down to his hips. In bloated states like this it was almost impossible to put on new shorts or pants. The only way he’d take his current ones off was if he ripped through them. The thought of eating more to cause such a thing to happen made him hold up his head in pride. Blithely he patted his stomach as it bounced and jiggled with each laborious step. 


Even as stuffed as he was, Rick couldn’t resist the allure of all the edibles he came across. Despite being fit to burst, the small winces of pain from his belly forcefully stretching gave him immense pleasure. His arms were constantly full as he bought the max amount of whatever was being sold from various ice cream, hot dog, and pizza vendors. His stomach groaned loudly as it grew tighter and further outward a couple more inches. The sheer weight of it tried bringing him down as he walked, but he held up his body like a champ; his back jutting outward as he leaned his head back for balance. The attention he received was most wanted; the public’s looks of disgust or envy gaving him something to laugh about. Everybeast stayed out of his belly’s way as he wobbled past them, continuingly stuffing his face with all the food in his arms. All in all, a typical walk home from an afternoon of feasting. 


Arriving at his doorstep at last, the calories he lost due to the long walk were made up tenfold as he finished the last of what he purchased. Smacking his titanic belly, he reached his arms through the front door as he squeezed his way inside. He groaned with a pleasant smile as all he had gorged upon squished and pressed against the door frame; the wideness of his gut and waist proving most difficult to squeeze through. Wiggling his body, he was barely able to fit through, but not before the momentum ran him smack dab into his living room wall. His stomach gave a loud squelch as it absorbed the impact. Moaning in discomfort, he woozily looked to his large sofa for comfort. The day’s gorging made him dazed and tired and nothing sounded better than planting his rump in front of the TV. Turning it on he sat by his large fridge. Sighing in bliss as his legs spread out and belly collapsed between them; wobbling and sloshing as he took out loads of snacks from the fridge. Placing them on his table like bosom, he started eating once again. 


“I’ll just buy new clothes tomorrow,” he spoke through mouthfuls, “these ones are starting to tear anyway.”


He stuffed his face with pies doused in tons of whipped cream, and to wash it all down, dozens of bottles of high fattening milk. As overfed as he was, his quest to be the fattest feline he could be persisted on him bloating up further. Currently, the size of his stomach purely consisted of indigested gorge, with the percentage of actual fat being small in comparison. The plan was by the time he passed out he’d wake up to a bigger undulating ball of adipose resting right in front of him. The thought of it caused him to grope his bulk, lifting it and weighing it in his arms. Still, even with all he had eaten and the heft of his arms consisting of pure fat and very little muscle mass, his belly was still too light. 


It was a normal TV watching session. Plenty of food commercials and vehicle advertisements before he got back to watching a program he liked relating to horror and drama. It excited him, as well as built up an appetite. As time passed he would occasionally eat more than he’d anticipate after the program ended. TV was a relaxing way to ignore the pain of being incredibly full, and still bloat his belly out a few more inches. So his paws and maw continued to go to work; stuffing, swallowing, and stuffing some more. His belly spilled outward over the edge of the sofa and nearly rubbed against the side of the table in front of him. Its titanic size effectively pinned him too the couch, too fat for him to lean forward. Standing up after sitting down with such a large belly was too daunting a task nowadays, especially with the weight of all the food he ate weighing more than all the fat in his body. It was easier to stand up after everything was digested from a ten hour nap. During which he would occasionally dream of himself eating a bountiful feast, his body bloating up to impossibly large lengths. It’d be another couple months before he was able to reach such a reality. And perhaps a lifetime before his belly was the size of the moon. 


While stuffing his face his show turned to a commercial advertising an ice cream sale they were having at the very same grocery store he won the lottery at. All the close up images of his favorite icy treats compelled him to lick his chops, his pudgy face grinning at the knowledge of where he’d visit tomorrow. The excitement made him sigh in bliss as well as give his massively swollen belly a heavy smack on the center. The sudden tremor throughout his body proved too much for his clothes as both the fabric around his thick arms and cotton holding in his haunches split apart, freeing his massively plump forelegs and forearms. He was only able to see the side of his luscious thighs as his blubbery waist occupied most of the space around his sides. He could’ve used his own love handles as cozy arm rests if he wanted. Squishing them and squishing his belly, he swallowed a few chocolate covered bananas whole and continued with his gorge.


Once the program finished, the fridge was empty. The feline exhaled a belated yawn before rolling over onto his side. The house echoed with the sound of his stomach sloshing as it turned over, fat bosom preventing it from rolling on top of him. Part of his right leg rested off the right side of the couch while his left was pressed against his stomach and the sofa cushions. Virtually everything in front of him vanished behind his mountainous ball of fur, which he fondled and smacked lovingly. Yawning again, he began to doze off. Completing yet another glorious day of gluttony in what was now his new life. His claws lazily scratched what surface it could while his belly churned with everything he had eaten glorping and squelching as he breathed. 


“This is the life,” he sighed, “eat until you’re fit to burst, then sleep it off and do it the next day. What can be better than this?”