BIG BELLY BILLY
Chapter Six: Winter Weight Pt. 1
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Early December, 1993
It has been about three weeks since Billy last saw his father. Eric hadn't returned even once to see his own son since he had dropped him off upstate with his last month. Considering the only time since then he even spoke to his old man was a brief, awkward telephone call on Fursgiving. His father totally avoiding any talk regarding his sons weight issues. Eric had essentially washed his paws of Billy, much the same as his mother had done just a year earlier.
Billy probably should have been very upset by this. And deep down, maybe he was just a little bit, if he were to allow himself to dwell on it. But the young boy was simply too busy stuffing his face with an entire serving bowl filled with rich, creamy pudding. His parents had become merely a passing thought in between snacking. And these days that wasn't very often. Billy's older cousin Dale had been making good on his promise to fatten him back up to his previous weight. Little cousin Iggy often waddling nearby as a willing cohort in his older brothers plan, and just as often pilfering treats for himself as well. Billy's cousins were both rather fat themselves, as was their father, Billy's big uncle Dave.
Indeed, this little family certainly took food seriously. Apparently his aunt Lorna had been the school lunch-lady before she had passed away. Cooking was her passion, as well as a shared interest of her and Dave's. Thus the kitchen here was also very well stocked with large commercial grade equipment from the school. The administrators had let her take it home whenever something was replaced or upgraded. And Uncle Dave was handy at repairing equipment they would otherwise junk. In fact, using some of this old equipment uncle Dave had converted the backyard shed into a walk-in refrigerator! Sure, such devices were originally intended for prepping large quantities of food for hordes hungry students... but it was great for feeding a family of hungry, obese kitties as well.
Every breakfast was rich and savory. Every lunch was a more elaborate affair than most fur's dinner. And every dinner was a gluttonous display of all four male cat's sitting around a table for upwards of 3 hours a night, endlessly eating piles of meats, mac n' cheese by the bucket, mashed potatoes, fries, and breads of all kinds slathered in ridiculous amounts of butter, watching television, telling dirty jokes, having contests' involving various bodily functions, and all of them seemingly trying to out-eat the rest of the table. Friday night was always pizza night, and uncle Dave and the boys would stay up late watching movies, playing games, and annihilating at least two entire sheet pizzas alongside a cornucopia of other snack foods.
Uncle Dave was very lax with his boys, and in turn with Billy as well. Billy felt like his uncle was a lot like those hippie's his parents would complain about what with his long head-fur, pierced ears, relaxed attitude, extremely casual dress, and penchant for loud psychedelic rock music. He also smoked a lot of some funny smelling stuff Billy suspected might be marijuana.
Sometimes he would disappear into the basement with Dale... which was a big deal because one of his uncles only rules was none of the boy's were allowed down there unless he invited them. So far only his eldest son had that privilege, but he promised the other two boys they'd get to come down soon as well. Every weekend father and eldest son would for hide away for awhile leaving Billy and Iggy to play alone for a bit. They'd often be too absorbed in their video games and snacking to even notice. Meanwhile in the basement the other two would crank up some music until they came back out giggling and reeking of uncle Dave's weird-smelling cigarettes. And uncle Dave didn’t seem to mind the boys being lazy with chores and other household stuff so long as they completed their homework and got passing grades. Otherwise he let them all play together, and snack as much as they wished.
Billy took to this new environment quickly and with zero reservations. He relished his new found freedom, and the kinship he was building with his extended family. He got to wear whatever he pleased, which was often just a dirty t-shirt and his undies, unless he had to go outside for some reason. He even resumed letting his blond head-fur grow out... something his mother would've shit a brick if she'd seen.... that was, if the heart attack she'd surely suffer having seen how fat her son is making himself didn't kill her first!
The kitten was determined to undo any 'progress' he had made under his fathers forced diet and exercise bullshit. He even seemed quite pleased that his son's were giving Billy plenty of extra attention... which mostly meant making sure the kitten had plenty to munch on. And since uncle Dave was always cooking for them, and also seemed to be on a first name basis with all the local restaurant owners and caterers there was never a shortage of things for little Billy to indulge himself in. Naturally and inevitably he had quickly started gaining all his old weight back. Fast.
Within a week of arriving at his uncle's upstate home, he'd already gained over 10lbs back thanks to Dale and Iggy's constant enabling. Uncle Dave seemed to be on board as well. Always making sure the entire household, and certainly himself as well, were always well fed. But more and more, he was starting to give his chubby nephew extra attention. Which is to say, Billy was being smothered with candy's and pasties, special desserts, and extra helpings of everything. Every night he would even bring Billy a big tray of chocolate chips cookies and a jug of cream for his bedtime snack. He would often pat and rub the kitten on his plump, fuzzy belly while assuring him things were going to be much better from now on. Billy would just lay back and purr all the while. And sometimes, if he acted really tired, he could get uncle Dave to paw-feed him the cookies while he dozed off. Billy felt accepted, perhaps even loved, for the first time in his young life and he never wanted it, or the food... especially the food... to end.
Just after Fursgiving the nine year old cub was tipping the scale at 172lbs, making him almost 30lbs heavier than he was hardly two weeks prior. And now, here he was in the first week of December and roughly ten pounds away from hitting 200 once again. At this rate he'd be back up to his former extra-chubby self before Furstivus. In fact, he felt pretty sure he'd be fatter than ever by that time!
And as the gluttonous boy daydreamed of his own endlessly growing waistline, his sheath felt electrified as his little cock stiffened and throbbed. This was happening to him more and more the fatter the cub got. It was getting to be frustrating sometimes, despite how good it felt. Billy was quickly learning when he started feeling 'that way' to quickly seek out his cousins and ask for them to “force feed” him, which was a a daily 'game' they liked to play, and it was becoming even more frequent as Billy's weight continued to soar. Everybody in this home seemed to cheerfully indulge him, as if they too we're enjoying it as much as he was. And he knew this fire in his center wouldn't go away until he was stuffed beyond silly... and only then would he be rewarded to that amazing burst of energy in his peepee which made him shiver and moan every time it happened. It was beginning to feel even better every time, and Billy was fast becoming addicted to the sensation. This only insured that he would be constantly eating practically every chance he could get his greedy paws on something, anything, even marginally edible.
School wasn't so bad either, here in the relative quiet of the upstate town. His teacher, a chubby, graying gopher named Mr. Gant was a close friend of uncle Dave's, and he'd let Billy munch constantly in class without saying a word of it. Sometimes Mr. Gant would even bring him his special homemade chili to eat while the other kids went outside for recess. His classmates here didn't seem to care if the fat kid was eating all the time anyway. Nobody even teased him about it except for that one time Trayver, the angry ocelot kid that sat behind him was cracking jokes about Billy being part warthog punctuated with making fart noises every time Billy moved. These at least made convenient cover for the sound of Billy's actual flatulence. However it was nonetheless cruel and the sharp, rancid smells his overworked bowels would churn out ensured no one in the classroom was fooled by such a ruse.
Mr. Gant gave Trayver two warnings before finally punishing him with detention for a week. A few of the students giggled at Trayvers antics. From that day forward nobody ever said a word nor uttered a chuckle about Billy's ever increasing weight, or even his more-than-occasional releases. Mr. Gant had a rather progressive policy wherein he allowed his students to freely fart in class, stating he'd rather them be comfortable and not miss any of his lessons. And Billy had no shame in freely ripping ass in class, although he did still try, often unsuccessfully, to keep them quiet in hopes someone else might shoulder the blame. But everybody knew when it was Billy who cut one... especially on those days Mr. Gant treated him to his special chili. Sometimes he might hear a stifled grunt and groan as one his classmates were choking back some vomit, but mostly they quietly excused themselves to the bathroom just across the hall. Billy didn't care so long as no one interrupted his snacking.
The holiday season was a blur of hot chocolate, cookies, cakes, hams, and pies. The little gray kitten was now eating almost non-stop, and he could feel himself once again growing fatter by the day. His belly was sticking out further and further. His waist growing wider. His thighs never rubbed together so much as they did now. It would almost be uncomfortable if blimping out and eating whatever he damn well wanted didn't feel so good!
One day, shortly before winter break Billy was sitting alone in his new bedroom once again eating pudding by the by the serving bowl. Cousin Dales new 'recipe' was a box of Gella Instant pudding mix, blended with heavy cream which was super fattening and it tasted just like the whipped cream was already mixed in! Not that he let that deter him from spraying even more on the sweet, goopy dessert. Some of it was even dribbling down his chin and onto his neck, which he noticed was starting to jiggle a lot more as his second chin was growing bigger. He was eating at least a single entire box worth of the stuff between every massive, savory meal, along with a long list of just about every kind of junk food a cub could ask for. Billy hadn't weighed himself since the beginning of the month but he didn't even need a scale to know that he had already gained back any weight he had lost during his fathers reign of terror. In fact, he was certain he had gained even more than that. Surely, he was now the fattest he's ever been and he already knew he was going to get much fatter still.
Even his uncle and his cousins were looking noticeably plumper than they already were when Billy first arrived. Especially little Iggy, who seemed to be inspired by his older cousins speedy gains. He knew that the six year old boy was just over 100lbs when they met, and Billy guessed he's easily gained at least another 30lbs since, making Iggy appear even more obese than Billy or Dale, even if he technically weighed the least. Billy almost felt a pang of jealousy for the little round tyke as he imagined him growing up to be an actual ball of quivering fat rolls, and himself, trying to catch up even as he himself had grown too fat to get out of bed ever again!
With that mental image Billy's jealousy swiftly moved aside for young lust as Billy felt his little prick unsheathe and harden again. Imaging both himself and little cousin Iggy at such impossibly huge sizes made him feel lightheaded, and his cub-pecker started throbbing heavily in time with his heartbeat. He knew this was more than a game. This was more than just fun. To become one of the fattest kids ever in history was his calling.
Billy, feeling inspired, went to his dresser and fished out a pair of blue briefs with red trim. These we're about all he wore around his dad's house over the summer back before his unwanted weight loss. Hastily the kitten shed off his pajamas and pulled on his old undies, grunting and farting from the physical exertion. Wow, these did get tight! How much fatter has he gotten?
Billy looked at his pudgy body in the wall length mirror mounted on his closet door. He could just barely squeeze his thick, dimpled thighs through the leg holes. The briefs were so tight they were digging into his new layers of blubber, and he couldn't even pull the back up the rest of the way over his meaty, round butt cheeks. Instead, the waistband stretched to it's limits across them stopping about half way between the middle of his butt crack and the base of his tail, causing the top halves of his globes to not only remain exposed, but they seemed to be oozing over the waistband by at least a good inch as well! Billy's peepee throbbed some more as he looked at how enormous his ass had gotten. All he could do was moan and purr and shovel the remaining pudding into his mouth with his bare paws, which he promptly licked clean not wanting to miss out on a single calorie.
He looked at himself as he kneaded his thick side rolls... these had graduated into something more substantial than a mere 'muffin top'. And his belly was bigger than it had ever been, stuck out like a quivering furry beach ball with his plump, chunky kitten-tits starting to rest ever so slightly on the shelf of belly growing under them. And that belly hung down now in a thick peniculous that entirely concealed his crotch and was starting to touch the tops of his thighs even standing up as he was now. If not for that thick curtain of flowing adipose he might have noticed the throbbing, red, three inches of dick that poked out of his growing fupa. And that meaty mound of pubic fat stuffed the front of his briefs so full the head of his little rod was forced out through the slit on the front of his underoos, the head totally exposed and rubbing against his belly overhang. This meant every jiggle he made right now sent little shocks of pleasure through his obese body, making him moan even more.
“Daaaaaaaaale? Iiiiiiiggy? I'm huuuuuuungryyyyyy!” the gluttonous kitten whined aloud. But this wasn't a whine of complaint nor displeasure. This was pure 'need'. Billy knew his cousins could hear him as they were getting ready for bed in their room just across the hall.
Iggy was the first to waddle over. And waddle the little six year old did! He was closing in on 150lbs and was deliciously bottom heavy, with wide hips and huge, rolling ass cheeks. There was even a roll of fat bulging where the base of his tail intersected with those big buttocks and his thickening layer of back fat. The round little kindergarten-kitty was wearing nothing but a pair of Avengefurs briefs that despite being in a size Billy was shocked was even labeled as something sized for children, were stretched so tight they looked like a speedo on the little butterball. Billy's pecker throbbed even harder under his belly-hang as he regarded the short little cub in all his almost-naked, and very jiggly cuteness. “Whats up.... huuuuff, huuuuuff... Biwwy-Bwo?” his soft voice struggled out between breaths. The morbidly obese cub was utterly winded despite only waddling about 15 feet between his own bed and Billy's room. The little rascal's level of eager playfulness was exactly what you'd expect of a boy his age, despite the fact that his fitness level was what most pediatricians would classify as legally disabled.
“Iggy, I'm out of pudding. Your dad is still baking my bedtime cookies, but I'm soooo hungry right now.” Billy stated with zero shame. He knew Iggy understood. And just as he was about to scuttle back to his bedroom to fetch some 'emergency' snacks, Dale sauntered in also almost naked, wearing just a pair of light blue shorts. He was big too, and also getting bigger, albeit much slower than Billy or Iggy... but Dale still retained a certain level of brawniness to him, much like his dad. Billy was thrilled to see his older cousin bare bellied and carrying a duffel bag filled with a variety of Chubby Debby snack cakes... dozens of them. Perhaps more than a hundred! Billy's tummy growled, and his cock jittered some more. He could already tell this gonna be one of those 'special' nights.
Dale looked Billy over as he placed the stash of treats on the bed. “Wow, Cuz... you're getting kinda' big!” he said with a grin on his face and in his voice. This was the first time he saw Billy shirtless since last month and he was more than pleased with how much pudgier he'd already grown. Dale felt his own cock hardening as he looked over the two very fat boys in the room that he was personally helping to create. But unlike Billy, Dale knew exactly what it meant when his dick hardened. He also knew what he could do with it. Last week he even started shooting out white creamy loads when he played with it, and it felt amazing! Even as his 6” preteen cock was visibly tenting in his shorts, Dale sat on Billy's bed and started unwrapping several chocolate cakes while Iggy flopped himself up on the other side of the bed and patted the mattress a couple times beckoning Billy to join them.
Billy rested his rump down on his bed, and the box spring groaned. Between the three of these young kittens, their was over 500lbs of combined blubber stressing the frame. Billy laid back against the wall, propped up by pillows, and started pulling his covers up when Dale firmly grabbed his paw and pushed Billy's arm back down. Iggy immediately started to knead his cousins growing belly like Fun-Doh while Dale said “No no... keep this belly out while we stuff it. I wanna see every inch of fresh pudge we cram into you.” Dale was already shoving a sweet, chocolatey sponge cake into Billy's eager maw. He gulped it down fast, each time being replaced immediately with another one. The gray cat felt his dick twitching like mad now, looking down at the cream colored furry dome of his own belly jiggling while his obese little cousins comically tiny paws jiggled and worked it, sloshing around the gallon of pudding already bloating his tummy out. Billy moaned between ravenous bites as he noticed even sitting in this position, he couldn't look down and see his own weenie anymore. But he certainly could see the big, twitching bulge in Dales crotch... Wow, cousin Dale's thingy must be big! He's that hungry too? Billy thought to himself, blushing so hard his glasses began to fog over. He was almost going to ask Dale if he would show it to him, but his older cousin just kept shoving delicious processed junk food into his mouth. Billy continued to keep eating while trying his hardest not to look like he was studying his cousins package. Even through the fabric it was straining it looked so much thicker than Billy's own little rocket. And there was a wet spot forming on the tip of the pants teepee too! Billy almost giggled at this, but than he remembered sometimes when furs get really surprised, excited or sometimes even sneeze really hard they could pee a little. It's even happened to him a couple times he can recall. Although usually it's farts he has trouble holding in.
“So, Billy-boy... hows this feel? Is this how fat you used to be?” Billy attempted to gurgle out a response but Dale just stuffed a fresh cake into Billy's mouth and patted his belly while saying “Shhhh, shhh... just nod your head yes or no while you keep chewing. So... is this the fattest you ever been, Billy?”
Billy promptly nodded yes, while his chubby face jiggled with the motion as he gobbled down yet another cake. Dale looked on and smiled.
“Fatter than you were when you pissed off your dad?” Dale followed up.
Again, Billy nodded and eager yes as another cake disappeared into his growing belly. His little dick was dancing under his over hang now. He stole another glance at Dales crotch, which was still at attention and twitching every few moments. Each time it moved the wet spot at the head seemed to get a little darker and wider. Billy found himself not only wanting to see what was hidden under those shorts... for reasons he didn't even understand, he wanted to touch it too. Peeking his eyes away lest he be caught Billy switched his attention to little Iggy's package. But the young cub was already too fat to even catch a glance of his bits without hefting up his heavy, young gut. Billy also found himself wanting to explore there as well.
Another cake pressed to Billy's lips. He'd already eaten close to a dozen ever since they began playing this little game. Dale marched on with his relentless feeding and questioning. “So, here's the million dollar question, tubby... Do you want to get even fatter?”
Just hearing those magical words was enough to put Billy on the edge of 'that' feeling. But when he aggressively nodded his assent while chewing and swallowing as fast as he could manage now... Billy felt himself explode 'down there' again. Once again his little red three-incher was dancing around like mad as he dry-came harder than ever before! Openly confessing to his desire to become a massive ball of undulating blubber while at the same time being fed by his obese, enabling cousins was all it took to light his spark. And he knew these two boys were going to do everything they could to make his wish a reality.
“Well well well, looks like my little food-balloons being so good to each other.” a deep, cheerful voice sounded from the bedroom doorway. It was uncle Dave! Wearing a yellowed wife beater that hugged his bouncing beer belly, and pair of forest green sweats who's elastic waistband was giving up the fight... in one paw he was holding a large platter filled with oven-fresh chocolate chip cookies... the good ones with the warm ooey-gooey chips, and in the other paw, a pitcher of heavy cream. “Now boys, I know your having fun, but it's past ten o'clock. Time for y'two to pack it up and get your big rumps to bed.” Dale and Iggy both groaned their protest. “You only got one day of school left before winter break and I don't want you to be late. You boys will have plenty of time to play with your cousin after that. Now, both of you are welcome to grab a couple pawfuls of cookies too, of course. But please be polite and leave plenty for our guest.” uncle Dave smiled.
Dale and Iggy eagerly obeyed their father with the promise of cookies and fun times ahead, already inhaling the delicious cookies as they plodded off to bed. Uncle Dave sat down on the edge of Billy's mattress. He put the platter down bedside him and placed two warm cookies into Billy's maw before gently rubbing his overstuffed belly, still naked and exposed from under his covers. “So, somebody is certainly looking fat and happy, eh?” Billy blushed hard as his uncle acknowledge and seemingly approved of his gains. He still couldn't believe this was all happening to him. It was his dream come true! Uncle Dave held up another pair of cookies, ready just outside Billy's lips, waiting to be consumed as soon as he swallowed the previous two. The cub greedily chowed those down and purred loudly while his uncle than tipped the pitcher of cream to his lips so he could wash the cookies down. “Billy... you are happy, right? I know the past year has been very tough for you. I'm hoping me and my boys can make things a little better for you. Y'know... to be perfectly blunt, your dad's kind of an asshole. He always was. He and your mother just aren't like the rest of the family as I'm sure your starting to see. We're not so hung up appearances and material things. Unlike your parents. And they just got even worse when they met each other. They never understood the more simple pleasures in life, and that's why they're both miserable people. They certainly don't deserve a boy like you Billy, and your by far the only good thing to come from either of them, near as I can tell. They simply can't love and appreciate you they way more well adjusted parents can.”
Billy, simply continued purring and eating, but remembering his parents and their crummy attitudes, he began to weep. He never wanted to see either of them again so far as he was concerned. He wished his parents were like his uncle. “Uncle Dave? I... don't want ever go back to my mom or dad. I know that sounds mean, cus' they're my parents and stuff. But I think you understand... they're the meanies! They only ever think about themselves and what they want.” Billy began to sob some more. “If my dad saw how much fat...” Billy, paused for a second, quickly correcting himself, “I mean... how much happier I am now... I know he'd take me away from here. I'm surprised he even brought me here to begin with, and not like, some fucking military school.... ummmmm... hey, can I get some more cookies?”
“Sure you can, Billy. Have as much as you like.” Uncle Dave placed the big platter on Billy's jiggling belly like it was a snack tray. He wiped away Billy's tears as the hungry little kitten resumed his eating. “Billy... you should know... your father brought you here in the hopes that seeing a group other overweight furs would set you straight. He actually believes you'll become so disgusted by us and that you'll beg to go on a diet after living with us for awhile.” Uncle Dave gently placed a paw on Billy's meaty thigh and gave it a squeeze. “But you see... I don't think that's true at all. Your dad is either clueless, or looking for a excuses to be a shitty parent. But I think you take after this side of the family with your love of food.” Billy just grinned, his tears having subsided now, and he nodded his head 'yes' while chewing on a huge mouthful of cookies, and motioning for the pitcher of cream. The older feline saw his need and tipped the pitcher to his lips again so Billy could guzzle more of the cool, refreshing, fattening stuff before shoving several more cookies into his mouth. Billy realized his bird was popping out of his sheathe again, even though he just had his 'release' less than ten minutes ago. And it began to twitch some more when his uncle gently caressed the overhang of his belly, careful not to tip the platter of cookies over. There wasn't much to worry about though since only a few cookies still remained on the plate, and they were fast disappearing into the cub's gullet as well.
“Yup... you definitely got the family appetite, kiddo.” uncle Dave stated with a note of approval. Billy beamed with pride, finishing off the last of the cookies, than chugging down the remaining cream. Only now as there were no more cookies left to stuff in his mouth did he realize the cream he was drinking was oddly sweet on it's own. Did uncle Dave put sugar in the cream as well? Whatever it was it was yummy and he wished he had some more. But he was starting to feel groggy as his stomach started the long process of digesting everything he just ate, otherwise he would've asked for more of the sweet cream. He yawned instead. Uncle Dave put the platter aside on the night stand, stood up, and he gave Billy's bulging, overstuffed belly and good squeeze and a sloshy jiggle before he pulled the covers up and tucked the obese nine year old in for the night. Both the felines were purring loudly. “Get some good sleep kiddo... once you're done with school tomorrow you got a big vacation coming up.” Uncle Dave winked and left, gently closing the door behind him. Billy dozed off completely within minutes, and was soon sound asleep dreaming about drinking an entire lake made of rich, chocolate pudding and growing so fat that soon all he could see was his own furry, fat-rolls spilling out hundreds of feet in every direction.
The following morning the boys were sitting down to a big breakfast consisting of piles of french toast, grilled sausages, cream gravy, alongside a gallon-sized jug of maple syrup, and an almost equally large tub of salted butter. There was even a bread basket filled with sweet, buttery 'Tasty Sticks'! Dale and Iggy were already dressed in layers as the weather was particularly frigid this morning. Billy was shirtless, wearing just his increasingly-too-tight pajama bottoms and his glasses. He didn't even feel a chill with all the new 'insulation' he had grown recently. Uncle Dave, still wearing the same clothes as last night, finished loading up the table with more chow. He sat down and fixed himself a plate almost as big as the portions on Billy's plate. Iggy saw this and immediately started hopelessly reaching with his plump little paws for whatever food he might reach to further fill his own plate. He wanted to eat like the big kitties! Dale was happy to plop down plenty more helpings for his little brother to gorge on, including four more of his Iggy's favorite, the Tasty Sticks.
Everybody was stealing glances at Billy's bare flab. The little cub seemed proud to show it off. Gone was big, tight bulge of his upper belly from last night which had softened and become part of the jiggling layers of fat he already had grown in abundance. The rolls on his sides sagged over on each other. The boys cheeks and jowls had rounded and thickened while his arms have plumped up to the point where where the upper arms were just starting to roll over in a way that would likely soon swallow his elbows. His boy-boobs looking a little less pert, but rather a little more droopy as gravity took hold of the increased padding. Adding to the white furred blubber slope of Billy's front was his gelatinous belly... sticking out over a foot in front of himself now, and sagging into his lap resting at his knee's. The young boy had now also grown wide enough that if the dining room chairs had arms he'd be tightly wedged in between them with his side fat flowing over... very soon he wouldn't fit in a chair like that all. Young Billy, once just a chubby boy, had blimped himself up into an extremely fat boy in less than two months Everyone was aware of it, and there wasn't a single soft weenie to be found under the table this morning because of it. Finally, between chewing and stares of admiration, Iggy spoke up. “Wow! Biwwy your getting super fat! Ohhh, ohhh...” Iggy paused a moment to catch his breath, “Biwwy? How much do you weigh?!” Iggy was literally bouncing with excitement.
“Y'know... funny you ask.” Billy stopped to shove a huge forkful of french toast in his mouth “I actually don't know.” He gulped down the food and continued “I haven’t weighed myself since the start of the month. I was going to this morning, but the scale was gone. Weird shit.” Billy quickly looked around the table while taking a huge bite off of a Tasty Stick. With butter dribbling down his chins, and his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunks as he chewed away at the half stick of sugar coated butter in his mouth, the fat kitten continued to speak “Soooo... duff an'body here ...UUUUUURRRP!... knowf what happened to it?”
Dale and uncle Dave exchanged a brief, knowing glance with each other before uncle Dave spoke up, “Billy, the scale stopped working a few days ago....
“Yeah... because this little chubster here musta' broke it!” Dale interjected as he quickly turned in his seat and start tickling his little brother, who's flabby body jiggled everywhere as he laughed and tried to catch his breath.
“Nu-uh! ...huff...huff... I WISH I was fat enough.... huf, URRP!... to bweak a scale!” the little butterball said, panting hard, but smiling. He quickly went back to devouring a pile of french toast that was in itself big enough to be a meal for two adult furs.
Uncle Dave continued to speak once his boy's quieted back down. “Nah... it was just old. Probably got tired of my own fat ass stepping on it for years, hah! I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to buy a replacement yet. But hey... who knows what Santa Claws might bring you for Furstivus.” His uncle chuckled. Billy felt a little annoyed that he couldn't weigh himself right now, surely, buying a new scale couldn't have been that hard nor very expensive. But he was nevertheless intrigued by what his uncle said, and wondered if there was more going on here then he knew about.
Shortly after breakfast uncle Dave gave Billy some of his old sweatshirts, all adult size 2XL, so he had something to wear to school without large portions of his belly hanging out. Billy wasn't too concerned about that anyway, but it was certainly nice keeping his exposed blubber away from the frigid weather outside. Also the smell of his uncle comforted him throughout the school day... as did the second book-bag he started bringing along for the sole purpose of carrying his daytime snacks. The obese kitten also got a huge kick out of how well he was filling out such a large garment. Exactly how much weight had he gained, he wondered again, lamenting the mysterious lack of a scale. But for now he was more than content in knowing that no matter the actual numbers involved, he was fatter than ever...
....and he was still growing.
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