\n\t\t\t\t\temikochanAfter slipping into the poorly guarded henhouse during the night by scaling up a wall and tearing out out a flimsy hatch on a ventilation hole, Feligris had had a blast catching and devouring chickens until her bulging belly nearly dragged on the sawdust floor – the last catches having been particularly fun for her as she had enjoyed the constant awkwardness of her swaying churning heavy stomach. Eventually the remaining hens escape her clutches when she had finally decides to start making her way towards the opening from where she squeezed through earlier, focusing on gauging her own swollen belly and the opening at the same time so much that she doesn't notice how the door to the henhouse slowly starts to open…
Mere moments later two tall anthros slips through the door to immediately toss a weighted net at the feline who still admires her weighty midsection, Feligris not fully done licking her chops clean when the net lands on her and her hissing form is quickly scooped up by the scruff into a sturdy sack by multiple strong hands.
At first Feligris struggles quite vigorously in the darkness of the sack, hissing and spitting at the slick fabric which easily resists her claws – but soon the weight of her own full belly pressing on her body takes its toll as it leaves her winded and gasping for air, not to mention the nauseating bouncing of the sack. Thus she reluctantly gives up apart from meowing loudly as she's carried away towards an unknown destination. ”We've got the cat, I repeat, we've got the cat – going to bring that little thief over there really soon. Over and out.”, a voice outside the bag says, leaving her puzzled as to who her captor is talking to. And though she's still enjoying her overly filled belly, she's also frustrated at how it's making her efforts go to waste by being in the way as she continues to claw on the sack as she's being carried away.
The cage where Feligris is eventually unceremoniously dumped to be left on her own devices has only two redeeming features – seemingly unlimited water in a waterfall-like dispenser, and equally unlimited food which slowly emerges from a large pipe as delicious paste. Also the bars on the cage are spaced just right so that if she would wait for the chickens in her belly to digest enough, she might be able to squeeze through, however the allure of the rich meaty smell of the paste is too much for her to resist and thus she helps herself to a good deal of it before she even makes an attempt to get past the bars – finding it hopeless as she's already barely able to drag her now even larger belly along the smooth plastic flooring of the cage. Thus foiled by her own gluttony, she eagerly returns to the food and water dispensers to gorge some more…
Hours pass in a daze as she occupies herself solely by eating, her voluminous stomach stretching out further and further as she forces more food down her gullet while paying little heed to the intensifying aching within her straining midsection. Already unable to move beyond laborious rolling and crawling, she settles down into a spot where she's able to feed straight from the tube without the need to move – eventually ending up ully on her back to make room for her expanding belly which spreads out her hindlegs and rises steadily higher.
After what feels like days of wanton gorging, Feligris has finally reached her limit after far more than she has ever eaten before… her enormous stomach almost dwarfing the rest of her body with her spotted furry hide pulled tightly over it. Laying on her side in veritable food coma with her forepaws gingely pressed on her severly aching belly, her ears twitch as she hears some noises from the other end of the cage and soon she's able to see two canine anthros approaching her with their arms outstretched – however despite the impending doom she's unable to do much more than hiss and wiggle fruitlessly with her tail swishing as the sheer weight and soreness of her stomach prevent anything else. ”She's reached her bursting point at last, just look at that belly~ Time to take her to the kitchen.”, one of the anthros chuckles and pulls out a clear plastic hood when the two almost literally jump on Feligris.
The first one habitually slips the flexible hood over Feligris' head and ties it up before grabbing her forepaws, whereas the other one takes a firm hold of the feline's thrashing hindlegs – both of them hoisting the feral feline into the air with a few grunts at the same time as the hood's front alternatively balloons and gets pulled into her maw as she fights to breathe. But she soon realizes that it's in vain as she's unable to get any fresh air into her lungs while no amount of squirming affects the two who keep hauling her along a corridor – her head soon bobbing up and down lazily as she relishes the incredible weight of chickens and meat paste in her nearly bursting stomach in her dazed state. Her panic gradually turns into euphoria over having managed to fill her belly to the brim at least once, her blurred vision swimming and ultimately blacking out as she suffocates. In the meantime the anthros patiently go on at an unhurried pace, taking their time on the trip towards the kitchen until feline's head droops limply and her long tail has stopped flopping.
Shortly afterwards the duo wrestles Feligris' lifeless body on a large cooking tray along with the cook, admiring her fullness for a moment before the cook starts to tie up the limbs of her carcass to prevent them from sliding over the edges. ”Thanks guys, you can go – I'll flush her and prep her out for tonight. Gotta say she's well and truly stuffed, didn't realize a cat stomach could hold that much without popping but all the more eating for us!”, the cook rejoices as he waves the other two away to continue with the prepping. After the dead feline has been properly cleaned up in and out with fresh water, he adds a bit of stuffing in her rear holes and sews them both up with coarse thread, kneading her massive belly vigorously to properly mix up everything inside her. Next comes the special BBQ sauce from a large dispenser in the ceiling, the rich aroma filling the entire kitchen while he rubs it properly into her lush fur all over – the heat from the huge oven growing more oppressive by the minute as it's about to reach proper cooking temperature.
More that twelve hours later the cook listens to the quiet snapping of the oven as it cools down after an entire day's worth of cooking… its contents still basking in the dwindling radiant heat within. The cook had been a busy dog earlier as he had kept checking the progress of the cat meat inside, adding sauce and moving the carcass around as needed. However now the feline was finally cooked through along with the contents of her hefty stomach – so once he's done with his final checks he hefts the large cooking tray out of the oven and onto a wheeled serving cart, heading off to call the maid servants over to make the feline ready to eat.
Chopping up the cooked feline is hardly a new task for the servants and with their heavy cleavers they make quick work of Feligris – cleanly lopping off her head, her limbs one at a time, and her long tail – the limbless torso receiving some special treatment as well as the hide is carefully sliced open to reveal the still steaming meat-packed stomach without puncturing the cooked organ. Furthermore few of the feline's limbs are chopped into smaller pieces to allow for them to be posed more neatly in the next phase.
Eventually all the parts are placed on separate platters or trays to be lavishly decorated and placed on the dinner table to wait for the guests, the centrepiece being Feligris' torso along with sliced legmeat to show off the bloated stomach which the feline herself was greedily stuffing merely a day earlier. Ironically rather soon the cooked contents and the rest of the feline's body will end up in other people's stomachs, not that she's able to care anymore.
Not long afterwards only bones, skin shreds and other inedible parts remain of Feligris as she has been thoroughly consumed – but instead of the intended dinner guests, the servants themselves lounge beside the table with their greatly bellies distended from cat meat, as they had found the sight and scent of the feline dinner irresistible. Thus they might end up facing the same fate as Feligris rathe soon due to the dinnertime drawing nigh while they are too gorged to remember they should make their escape before they're found out...