The fattened bratty catboy [commissioned]

chapter 3 – back to present

By the time Oliver’s parents came home that Sunday evening, Oliver was passed out on the couch, cradling a potbelly full of food. All around him were various pizza boxes, burger wrappers, fry cartons, and even more buckets of discarded fried chicken bones. Unknown to them, Catlyn decided to surprise him with a final “mini-stuffing” before heading back home. Feeling fat, stuffed, and well satisfied, Oliver passed out into yet another food coma just an hour before they got home.

On any other occasion, they probably would have assumed this would have been the result of some impromptu party he threw and would be met with a harsh scolding… and a slap on the wrist. This time was different, since not only was this the weekend of his 18th birthday and they were absent, but there was seemingly no evidence of anyone else having been invited over. All of this food was clearly eaten by Oliver, and only Oliver. His passing out was fortunate, as well, as it gave his parents time to calm down and decide what to do.

They quietly picked up the trash, carefully carried him to his room, and decided to not speak of that night. At least not to Oliver. When he woke up in his bed a couple hours later, Oliver was certainly shocked to find himself here. He remembered stuffing so much food that he passed out, but how did he make it up here? Also, ow, his belly still felt so full and a little sore.

Still, it felt nice. The feeling of his taut and rounded gut was somehow... satisfying. He laid in bed for a couple hours, lightly running his hand over his stuffed gut, surprised and almost proud of its size. On his slender body, it protruded out quite far, reminding the catboy of a soccer ball and the impression he’d somehow swallowed one whole. He only got up when he needed to use the restroom, which was enough to get him to move around some.

Mostly playing video games, though.

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The man that Oliver’s mother sent off to retrieve the correct burgers returned pretty quickly, fast enough that Molly was even impressed by it. Especially since doing so wasn’t normally part of his duties as an employee, she gave him thanks and slipped him a $100 bill once she checked the food, confirming he got exactly what she asked. More importantly, what Oliver has asked for, and then some.

Re-wrapping the burgers and putting the food back in the bag, she quickly climbed back upstairs to her son’s room. Seeing the door still open, she gave a couple polite knocks before stepping in. Oliver, having finished his large meal from earlier, was laying back on his chair, game paused and rubbing one hand over his slightly swollen gut. His fingers would sink in slightly as he rubbed, a sign his recent stuffings are having an effect on his waist line. He didn’t seem to notice she entered the room either, so Molly took a few seconds to watch. She was feeling proud of him, he was getting so well fed and healthy looking!

Focusing back on the task at hand, she lightly rapped a couple knocks on his bedroom door. Oliver jumped at the sound, breaking him from his apparent reverie. Turning around and putting on a tough face, he scowled at his mom.

“T-took you long enough! I’m starving!” his face was red from apparent embarrassment as she handed the 2 bags over.

“I’m sorry dear, could only get it so fast. Enjoy your meal!” she offers a kind smile as he takes the bags and turns around, not saying anything. Before turning to leave, she noticed the empty crumbled burger wrappers and restaurant bags on the floor, a usual sign he still ate his food. Turning away from Oliver, a small smile crosses her lips as she leaves his room and heads back downstairs.

Seeing his mom finally leave, Oliver lets out a large sigh. “So embarrassing,” he mutters, one hand adjusting his underwear before opening one of the bags and fishing a burger out. Quickly unwrapping it, he takes a large bite, moaning from the flavor running over his tongue as he chews. He quickly swallows it and takes another, then a 3rd, polishing it off pretty quickly.

“Now that is a proper cheeseburger,” he says as he pulls out and starts on the next one, quickly downing it like the last. He rubbed his swollen belly as he ate, his belly feeling a little firm under the chub he’s gained but not quite full. The gurgles his belly was giving didn’t make him feel uncomfortable either, just… hungry.

It didn’t take him long to finish the burgers, although he was surprised to find he got eight burgers, instead of his normal four. As he chewed on his 5th, he idly wondered if his parents knew about what happened over the weekend. About his massive binges, and that Catlyn was there overfeeding him the entire time. Especially, at least to him, he was noticeably fatter. I mean, he managed to gain 15 lbs in the span of 3 days.

Nah, he thought to himself. Otherwise they would have said something, right? It wouldn’t make sense if they didn’t. Hell, he’s pretty sure he passed out in the family room downstairs, and that was long before he could clean up the many many boxes and containers of fast food his girlfriend sprung on him. As he rubbed his bowling ball of a gut, he also wondered how they even could miss it. He ate all that food, didn’t get sick, his belly grew, his body is all over much softer now. Rolls are even starting to form on his sides now.

No, he decided they had to have noticed. He went from 120lbs to 135lbs over the course of a weekend, and as a result of course you could see he was visibly fatter by those same 15 lbs. Oliver thought all of this as his hand rubbed over and squeezed his fat and stuffed belly, and imagining himself growing bigger and softer, his imaginary fat pushing against his hands... and felt his dick harden at his imagining of growing even bigger.

Well it didn’t seem to matter anyway, he thought as his hand reached down to free his meat and began to stroke. The thought of growing even fatter is an exciting one, and he’s having fun. His parents spoil him anyway, so it wouldn’t be hard to convince them to buy him even more food.

His strokes started to get faster, and as they did he was imagining Catlyn feeding him and rubbing his engorged belly as she rode him. Oliver was relishing in the fact that his girlfriend was so into feeding him and fattening him up. It was enough that he… kinda… wanted… to… he grabbed a tissue as his pleasure rocked him, catching his cum and successfully avoiding making a mess as he came.

When his mother knocked on the door to wake up a little while later, Oliver felt grateful he – somehow – managed to have been decent before passing out.

“Honey, we have a surprise for you downstairs!”