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The TV was turned on blaringly loud, gleaming the quite dark room with artificial light. It was blinking, going from the darkness to suddenly lighting up the whole room with white flash. Opposite the television there was a couch with a nightstand next to it. The floor near it was littered with crumpled up chips bags, platters with the remnants of frosting on them, put together in few quite big stacks. Empty bottles of soda accompanied the littered floor along with wrappers sprinkling nearly everything near it.
The couch itself housed a feline resident on it. She filled it all by herself with her frame just by lying on it. She clearly was bored with the show going on in the TV, supporting her head with an arm, the hand slightly stretching and squishing her chubby cheek, twirling her blonde hair with the fingers of her other limb. She went from twirling to playing for a bit with her hairpin, blocking and unlocking it a few times. Finally, she grabbed the pilot laying on her side, and turned the television off, throwing the room into the darkness. In the darkness she patted the night table a few times. Finally, she grabbed something and shook it. Much to her delight it was the merry sound of the bell ringing from her hand. In a short while, steps from the corridor connecting to the room could be heard. As they were closing in, a grumbling voice was heard by her, but it quickly went silent, the silence followed shortly after with knocking on the door.
- Admitted! – she said decidedly.
After a short while, the door opened, letting in some light from the corridor. In a second the figure in the opening found the light switch and turned it on, the dark room revealed by light, along with her.
The figure was revealed to be another feline, male this time. His fur was strangely green, a rather uncommon color to be found among any species. Dressed in his well fitted suit, he held a big platter in his palm, supporting it with his outspread fingers. As he went into the room, he began circling the couch while looking at his principal, slowly stepping so as not to kick anything that was lying on the ground and to take his time to witness her body. Mostly to him, it was the second part – he remembered that the trash couldn’t be found far away and treated it more like an occasion to watch her lolling on the couch.
While approaching her, he looked at her hair first. An astounding cascade of blonde hair was hanging down, graced with two fluffy ears shooting out from it, and adorned with numerous hairpins encrusted with red gems. From the behind, her tail could be seen, a pretty big one at that, which could be attributed to her carefully groomed fur, if it wasn’t for one thing that started appearing on the horizon, as he was halfway there. Seeing her body for a hundredth time in a row didn’t manage to put end to his amazement and fascination.
The first thing he saw was her tremendous gut, the big blob of flab managed to outgrow her dress, forcing her to unbutton its mid-section and to simply let it all flow out. As she was laying on her side, her gut was sticking out way too far to stay on the couch, which resulted in her just letting it hang down off the recliner, swinging about as she moved and grazing the ground. Whenever she wasn’t playing with her hair, she almost always could be seen with her hand on the gut, stroking it gently and pinching her hefty flab, shaking it from time to time much to her amusement. Right up next, he saw her knee socks enveloping firmly her sizable, tender thighs and calves. They were stretched to the limit, uncomfortably draping her legs with their tight fit. It greatly highlighted her flabby legs, along with her calves.
His heart skipped a beat when he thought about her downy skin that would be find on those columns of hers, mixed with the softness of the fat. He lost his focus, and kicked a bottle down.
The sudden sound caught the attention, and nearly immediately she spoke to him
- Theodore, for god’s sake, be careful, you clumsy slacker! – she uttered quite angrily
He rolled his eyes just looking at the irony of the situation. She had the gall to call him a slacker, while lying on the couch with her gut swinging as she hotly chided his humble person. But on the eye-rolling it ended, as his job definitely wasn’t mouthing back to his employer’s daughter. He went forward, once again losing himself in the vastness of her body.
Her behind couldn’t be seen from there very well as it was turned to the back of the recliner, yet anyone could tell that it was quite big, nearly pushing her legs off of the couch.
He never dared to look at her breasts. Strangely, everything other was fine to look at, yet her bosom was the forbidden fruit of her body. But he still remembered it, and it was hard to miss when looking at her either way, putting a strain against her remaining buttoned part of the dress with their size. But even the buttocks and her bust combined just couldn’t even compete with the sheer volume of her paunch.
There he finally was, standing to attention before her, waiting for next orders.
She giggled lightly, as she gestured him to stand easy.
- Geez, Theo, you don’t need to put so much backbone into it. What’s that you got under that? – she spoke in calm demeanor pointing at the tray.
Sighing deeply, he lightened a bit and removed the dome from the plate.
- Your favorite dessert ma’am, chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting as requested for such an occasion… But do I really need to remind you lady, that it’s way too early for the supper?
She shrugged and promptly put her hand on the gut, going back to massaging it
- Yeah, what of it? I’m starving here, and it’s not like you can do anything about that. – she paused there for a bit, looking at him smugly - Right?
He again rolled his eyes. Yes, Theodore couldn’t do much on the matter of her diet. Any attempt to cut down anything she wanted in her diet resulted in a reprimand, and the two he gathered already didn’t really prove to be a good leverage, only proving her point.
- That’s right. – she continued smugly – Just hand over the cake, and let me live my life, geez. Oh, and I could really use a spot to put that block somewhere – she prompted him.
As he was pushing it with a disheartened look on his face, she stared at him for a bit.
- Hey, don’t take it personally. I… I just want to eat, ok? That’s all. – she said to him troubled.
He knew she never meant to treat him like a pawn. It was fun to her while it lasted, but the interlocutor can only take so much of her sass before he just goes away. It was quite sad that she had to eat her loneliness away, filling her time with binging herself and watching TV, apart from an occasional chatter with him. Being rich had it feats, but as with every single things, what has ups, must have its downs. Yes, she could live as a queen, not even having to work a single hour in her life and just run to fat if she wished, but that wouldn’t fix her seclusion. She didn’t have much people that she could call friends, and her parents were always busy. All that was left of a honest talk with someone was Theodore coming there with yet another dish.
Before he put the stand in place, she was already digging in the cake. There were few bites taken off, not to mention the frosting around her mouth was a dead give-away. With a little smile on his face, he went to the table and grabbed a stool. He put it to the right of the stand, situating himself at the side of couch with her head on it. She was munching the cake for quite a bit before turning her head up to him.
- So, Theodore, how are things going? – she asked, a bit of cake still in her mouth – Is anything big planned soon?
Theo nodded slowly with his quite fake smile.
- Yup, your parents are throwing a banquet in two weeks. They told me to get the preparation of your dress ready and… - he wanted to continue, but she interrupted him
- They’re not going to be there, are they? – she sighed with resign, loading another mouthful of cake into her maw.
- Yes. But hey, you’re going to get a new dress! You’d really use a new one… - he looked at her gut. As if sentient, it gurgled menacingly at him. – Ok Lottie, that caught me off guard.
- Can’t help it, really – she responded while stuffing her face with another spoonful – Not like I can control that gut or anything like that.
- I guess… So about that dress, what color do you want it? – He asked
- Screw it, I’m not going there. What’s the purpose anyway if they’re not here?
- Well, you gotta repres- - he started reasoning her appearance there, put she put her finger up while chewing. After gulping down quite sizable bite she responded
- On a second thought, don’t even get started. I’m busy eating, and it’s rude to talk with full mouth from what I recall. Task for you until I’m done with it, go and massage my feet.
Theodore got up from his chair, feinting disgust, but deep inside he was melting at the mere thought of being able to caress her feet.
- W-what? Are you out of your mind or something, I’m not a massage therapist for crying out loud! Go do it yourself!
She punched the counter with her fist and pointed at him with spoon full of cake
- You’re walking on a very thin line mister! Do I need to remind you that you managed to push yourself up against a wall of unemployment? One more call, and you’re pretty much done for in this business! – she gesticulated so angrily that the cake flew off her spoon. – Now move your pretty butt off that stool and off to the feet you go, else I get my derrière off this couch and you’ll get your ass handed to you by job center!
With a bit of hesitation mixed with taste of victory, he grabbed the stool and moved it on the other side of the recliner. He bopped her belly with it putting it into motion. It responded with a loud sloshing, followed by a groan of Lottie
-  Be careful you graceless… – she uttered, grabbing her flab to stop it from swinging about.
With a smirk he set the stool up next to her feet. He grabbed her right foot and brought it closer to him. Placing it on his raised knee, supported by the edge of the stool he looked at the whole leg.
Even though it wasn’t moved by him in the slightest, the fat was still shaking and swinging a little from the previous motion, and sustained by Lottie gorging. Even though she wasn’t exactly vigorous in her movements, her bod didn’t need much to start jiggling freely. He gently grabbed her paw, and started pressing it delicately with his thumbs, slowly rotating them in the point of pressure. Moving slowly from the top, he heard her.
- Take off the socks dork, can’t you see they’re too tight for my legs? – she turned her head to him, to make sure he gets the message. She wanted to continue, but as she opened her mouth, a loud belch escaped from the inside. Halfway through it she covered her gaping maw with her free hand, turning her head to the side. As it ended, her palm still rested on her mouth hiding it from Theodore’s terrified look. He could see a bit of red on face of hers, clearly ashamed of the situation. She looked at him humiliated. Theodore shook his head to the sides, and with a smirk went back to the massage. He was the first to break the ensuing silence
- That was quite unladylike. Don’t they have some gas-holding curriculums in these pompous noble academies or anything like that? – he smiled – Because up to this one, you could get a solid A+, now you’re closer to a D. – Theodore said chuckling.
She looked at him, slowly regaining her usual look, the redness fading away. There was another moment of silence, which was interrupted by a churning and groaning of her stomach. Not discouraged by it, she gathered another spoonful of cake, looking at the cake quite disappointed as a good half of it was already eaten.
- As a matter of fact, there is something that could be described as that, composed into the eating manners classes. – she responded with her silverware hanging before her between the fingers – I never liked it honestly, it always felt so much better to just go somewhere safe and let it go. But it proved to be useful in official meetings where you just can’t go all “I just need to go for a while, be right back”, else you’d get lost in all that bigheaded mumbo-jumbo going on. – she said, as Theodore nodded and started rolling the sock down her leg, revealing her flabby leg to the light. He was enthralled by it as it jiggled during his manipulations, shaking at his slightest movement near it. He barely resisted urge to squeeze the thigh and jerk it for a bit. A delicate rosy musk was emanating as he was removing the knee-sock. The calf was just as wondrous as her thigh, shaking candidly as it was being undressed. He folded the sock neatly and threw it beneath his stool and starting the massage again promptly. Theodore caressed Lottie’s feet thoroughly, making sure he didn’t miss even a single spot on it. With slow rotary movement of his thumbs he pressed middle of her pad. After a while he tickled her foot out of boredom. She jolted rapidly, backing away her foot from Theodore’s leg. Her figure started jiggling after the sudden movement, the most violent quivering occurring to her stomach, as it swung down from the couch, sloshing loudly in its undulation. Lottie gasped heavily as she grabbed her stomach, suddenly stopping its movement, the sudden stop, making stomach slosh loudly for the last time before ceasing.
She panted heavily while massaging her stomach. He looked at Theodore with annoyance
- You thought this would be funny, or what? – she said while still panting.
Theodore quickly got up and bowed down before her
- My sincere apologies, it was done out of pure boredom, loss of my temper is not suitable apology a- - he started his speech in the most pompous tone, yet was interrupted by chuckle of Lottie.
- Gee, ease up cutie; having a stick up your butt isn’t going to help you much there. I accept the apology on the behalf of your good massaging skills, etcetera; now get to the other one. – she said as she slowly extended her left leg, while putting her right one in its previous place.
- And if you tickle that one, I’ll make sure you never find another job anywhere. – she said with spite, and turned back to the cake. She looked at it with a bit of disgust, and groaned her stomach doing it louder than her. Lottie let out a thick belch into the air, before digging in once more into the cake
- Yeah, sorry for that, gotta make some room – she uttered with a note of shame in her voice.
Theodore, still blushing about being called a “cutie” by her – which, mind you, was quite an achievement to him – started undressing her second leg of her knee-sock. He put his finger under the cuff, to start removing it. His finger sunk into her fat thigh, pressed further by the rubber on the kneesock. He pushed his index off of the thigh, and started rolling the sock down lightly, rubbing the leg with his finger as he went lower and lower. A quiet purring could be heard from the Lottie, shortly after drowned out by the cacophonous groan of her stomach. Theodore looked at her for a while and saw her staring blankly at the remaining quarter of the cake while massaging her gut with both of her hands. Without turning his look, he blindly started massaging her foot, not putting much effort into it, hypnotized by her supple stomach being slowly fondled by her petite hands clearly not being able to do much against her tremendous overworked gut, sinking deeply into the layer of flab as she pressed them into it. She grabbed her fold and played with it for a while letting out a round of short but loud burps. The stomach noises were really loud and frequent, troubling Theodore a bit. Lottie once again turned her stare, this time quite tired and blank to him.
- W-what’s the ma- *buuurp* -tter – a short burp interrupted her – Tired already? I won’t be stopping yo-*uuurp*, I’m busy as you can see – she said meekly – Dismissed… - she quietly said, letting out a tremendous burp.
Theodore looked at her. She clearly overdid it, her gut sticking out even farther than previously, resting easily on the ground. She tried to ease the pain by massaging her gut, but to no avail as her hands were too short to reach her whole paunch.
He gently put her leg back on the couch stopping the massage. He got up from his stool and grabbed it in his left hand. With his feet he cleared the space before the couch, making way for his seat. Lottie looked with curiosity at this commotion, and as she saw him seating himself in front of her gut she asked as Theodore extended his right hand to her
- What are you doing? – she said while extending hers
- Just sit up. – he smiled to her
When he grabbed her hand, he pulled her mildly up to the sitting position. Heaving her wasn’t easy, her gut fluctuating rapidly as she changed her position with his help. She still massaged her belly with her other hand, but stopped as she was getting up and tried to hold it so it doesn’t shake that hard.
With loud sloshing she finally got up to a sitting position, looking sickly at him. She held a burp and turned to her side to release it, so as not to do it in Theodore’s face. Not waiting for any other approval, he grabbed her leg with both of his hands and threw it over his thigh opposite to the leg. As a warm and soft embrace of fat enveloped his leg, he did the same with the second, getting rid of only remaining support of the gut and forcing it to spill down the couch. It still hung quite low from the couch, but now at least it wasn’t scraping against the floor. He locked his eyes with hers and started massaging her belly gingerly with his hands, caressing it and playing with it delicately. He could feel her stomach working heavily on the tremendous cake that she just ate. He could feel it churning ponderously upon his confectionery work delivered to it by the hand of Lottie. As she grabbed her fold, he locked his eyes with her, expecting her to look at him wrathfully and screaming bloody murder.
Yet, all she did was purr happily, as bliss filled her body while making bedroom eyes to him, blushing slightly. Lost in her eyes, she kneaded her belly blindly, helping it to work better. Suddenly a loud gurgle could be heard from her bowels, followed by a loud groan. She loudly inhaled, as she grabbed her gut with both of her hands.
A sudden hiss escaped from her buttocks, transforming rapidly into a loud fart. The crescendo of it didn’t guise her gasp of delight as she let it go. Slowly it faded back, again into a buzz before fading.
Theodore looked at her quite terrified. As the smell hit his nostrils – her rosy musk mixing up with the fart – he waved his hand, not even stopping playing with her fold
- Geez, that’s an F from me – he said, blocking his nose.
But she seemed happy, panting joyously as he embraced her belly with his hand, continuing to look at him in endearment. He smiled once again at her, and stopped the massage. In one swift move he took the spoon and platter with cake into his hand, the appearance of which made Lottie purr in anticipation. With the heartwarming look on his face he scooped a spoonful of cake.
- Well, if that didn’t make some room for the rest of it, then I just don’t know – he said as he started guiding the spoon towards her maw.
She hesitated a bit at the beginning, but promptly after she just opened her mouth, giggling slightly as he fed her.