A stuffed kitten

Chapter 1 - Daddy's Home

As she sat with anticipation by the door, she heard the familiar sound of it being unlocked.
“Daddy! Daddy!” she exclaimed excitedly as the handsome figure came through. Clad in a sharp suit, he bent down and petted her silky hair. His hand slid down the slid, feeling her chubby cheek as she nuzzled her face needily into his hand. His eyes looked over her nice plump body, her fat thighs looking even bigger as she knelt before him, her heavy belly pooling in her lap and her ballooning breasts resting atop it. She was his nice fat, scantily clad kitten, whose only goal was to single-mindedly gain and please her master.
“Did my kitty eat well today?” he asked, one of his slender hands groping her soft, wobbling gut.
“Uh huh!” she answered enthusiastically, nodding her head and making the cat-ear headband she wore look almost real.
“Very good sweetie, but still not big enough”. He grabbed her flabby sides and pulled her close for a single, passionate kiss.
“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m eating as much as I can, I just want to make you happy”
“I know sweetie, so tonight, I’m gonna stuff you big”. At this her face brightened.
“Really? How big will you stuff me?” she asked excitedly.
“Until all this…”, he groped her already substantial belly, “… is tight enough to pop”.
With a smirk, he stood back up and walked to their room to change, leaving her in high hopes of what the evening might bring.
Amazing and fantastical thoughts of stuffing and weight gain filled her little mind as her body quivered with pre-emptive arousal. She imagined his hands all over her, feeling her, touching her fat body and stuffing it fuller and fuller. She thought about how her bloated gut would spread her heavy thighs apart and push her round tits up, making them seem even bigger. She let her mind wander, thinking about how much her extremely bloated body would please her master, how much he would love touching and teasing her.
“Ready sweetie” he asked as he returned, pulling her from her daydream. She nodded excitedly and followed him eagerly to the living room. “Sit up here”, he ordered, gesturing to the sofa, “I’ll be back”.
Obediently, she got up on the sofa and sat still tense with horniness. As her child-like mind wandered once again, she let her hands explore her body. It had only been a few months with him, but she had gained so much that she was almost unrecognizable from when she began. At the start she had attractively thick thighs and an ass to match, but she wanted to be bigger. When they first met, she had felt a connection, something intangible that linked them from the start. And, as his hands glided over her smooth skin that very first time, she knew that she wanted to be his.
Smiling, she gently groped one of her huge breasts, feeling the pleasure build up inside her. Moving then to her nice heavy, soft belly, she grabbed a handful of it and jiggled it, feeling as it pooled in her lap and made her thighs and boobs wobble too. Feeling even more aroused, she let her chubby fingers slide down and over her fat gut, and onto her thighs. After a quick squeeze, she slowly rubbed the velvety smooth spot between them, arousing herself even further, but she dared not move her hands any closer, only her master was allowed to touch there. She couldn’t quite remember why, but she knew that life was so much easier letting him do all the thinking for her, all she wanted to do was get fatter and please her master. She heard his footsteps and her hands quickly retreated and rested on her mountainous gut.
“Here Kitty, I’ve got something I know you’ll like” he said with a smile, lifting a funnel and a large jug of creamy liquid.
“What’s that Sir?” she asked
“Melted ice-cream. It’s packed with calories and easy to drink lots of”
“Yayy, I’m gonna get so big for you, I don’t wanna be able to move, I wanna be your big fat pet”
“Haha, you will sweetie” he laughed, resting a hand on one of her massive thighs and squeezing, “you will”. Grabbing the funnel, he put one finger under her fat chin, “Tilt your head back sweetie, it’s feeding time”. Obediently, she lent her head back and opened her mouth wide to fit the funnel.
“Good girl” he remarked, petting her hair momentarily before grabbing the jug and beginning to pour the thick, fatty and sweet liquid down her throat. She gulped down the cream as it flowed into her mouth, each swallow reaffirming just how much she wanted to get fatter and please her master.
More and more she drank, feeling the cool liquid rest in her expansive gut. The more she drank, the more she felt her skin begin to tighten, eluding to just how much she had had. Still, she slurped it down, imagining how massive she would one day be. Lost in her horniness and gluttony, she mindlessly started rubbing her rapidly bloating belly, stopping once in a while to grope her own tits, followed by moans, muffled between mouthfuls.
He looked at her as she drank, his nice obedient kitten, becoming a fat slob at his whim. Adorable he thought as she played with her body, as if showing it off for his pleasure. Smiling, he watched as her eyes glazed over with the intensity of her experience. He kept pouring, more and more of the liquid until it was done. Yet, as he pulled the funnel from her mouth, she showed no reaction, her mind simply fried by the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling. And, as she set the jug and funnel down, he groped one of her massive boobs, listening to her desperate moan as he teased it. Smirking cruelly, he lent forward, kissing her mouth, still agape from the funnel, and looking deep into her dazed eyes. Leaning further still, he whispered:
“Good girl, you’ve done such a good job…” his hand rubbing up her inner thigh and sending waves of intense pleasure and arousal all over her already bloated body, “…I think I’ll go and get jug number two”.
While her body remained unreactive, her mind squealed with delight. As he walked away, however, her hands moved themselves to her thighs again and began to rub. The more they rubbed, the hornier she got. Staring at the roof, her mind still blank from being frazzled with such arousal, she failed to notice that her hands had moved much too far up and now where touching her twitching, needy pussy. As she realized what she’d done, it was too late, and he had walked back in. She was so horny now that she was unable to stop, even with him standing right in front of her.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What have I told you about pleasuring yourself?”. She tried to mumble an apology, but still so bewitched by the night’s events, she could barely speak. “Hands” he ordered and, despite the fact that they wouldn’t obey her, her master’s words sent them straight up and side by side, awaiting the cuffs he’d left on the table.
“Well, well my little Kitten, you’ll have to be punished for this”. Still unable to speak, she nodded solemnly. “Alright then, well, open your mouth again, it’s time for round two”.
As with the start, she followed his orders and he put the funnel in her mouth and began to pour the liquid ice-cream. Guzzling down the cool liquid, she felt even hornier than she had before, not helped by the fact she had been playing with herself but moments prior. Her fat body quivered and shook, but now, though her heavy breasts wobbled and her massive thighs jiggled, her now significantly bloated belly couldn’t be seen doing either. If fact the best word to describe what it did would probably be sway. Yes, her hefty gut, now laden with a jug and a half of melted ice-cream swayed as she shifted and fidgeted on the sofa, trying desperately and hopelessly to rub her pussy once more.
“What’s the matter kitty, getting horny?” he mocked, still pouring the delicious and erotically fattening liquid into the funnel. She moaned in agreement and gently nodded her head, being careful not to spill any of the precious cream.
With almost half of the jug still full of the melted ice-cream, he set it on the table, and gently plucked the funnel from her mouth, still agape and gasping with exhaustion and arousal. With a devilish smirk on his face, he slowly slid his hand up her inner thigh, feeling her soft, supple skin, hot with arousal. She writhed yet more as he teased her, edging his hands ever closer to her twitching and needy clit. With his spare hand, he rubbed and squeezed her ballooning gut, before turning it to her oversized tits, groping and teasing them, one after the other, he amplified her already aroused state to something otherworldly, but yet, try as she might, she still couldn’t cum. Clearly enjoying her desperate and hopeless horniness, he started teasing her. Slowly, he rubbed and teased her wet pussy, occasionally letting his fingers slip inside her, compounding the pleasure even more. Brought to the edge of orgasm over and over again simply fried what was left of her little kitty brain, leaving her a helpless and mindless toy for him to do as he wished.
Despite her pathetic and needy moans, clearly begging for release, he did not grant it to her, instead he reached to the table and grabbed the jug and funnel. Grabbing her chubby face by the jaw, she set her head upright and slid the funnel into her mouth. Running on instinct, her lips sealed around the end and she began to suck. He stood over her, smiling silently and contently as her sweaty, wobbling, flabby body gulped down the remaining ice-cream and added it to her jiggly and obscenely obese form. The stuffing session had concluded, and he slid the funnel slowly from her mouth and took both it, and the jug back to the kitchen.
Breathless from the stuffing, and shaking with pent up arousal, she sat on the couch, using what little energy she could muster to try desperately to get her release. As her hands were still cuffed, this made the ordeal quite a bit more difficult, not to mention how her bloated belly, now tight as a drum with melted ice-cream, made it impossible to move without her whole-body swaying precariously. And, though still positively brimming with horniness, she decided that she felt is if she might burst at any moment and didn’t really want to help along the process. Caught between a rock and a hard place, all she could do was survey her gains, her eyes dancing happily over her stretched and bloated gut, feeling its tightness turn her on even more.
She heard footsteps from the kitchen and her eyes lit up, her beloved master was coming back. Having regained some of her faculties in the brief time he’d left, she begged as soon as she saw him:
“Please daddy, I’m so full. I ate all you gave me and I can barely move, please daddy, let me cum”
“Now, now my kitten, you tried to touch yourself without my permission, you know that’s not allowed”, he sat down next to her and rubbed her bloated belly, feeling it’s tightness, “You need to be punished…”, his hands returned to her fat thighs, groping and squeezing them, moving tantalizingly close to her desperate pussy, “… and since you’re so horny, I think I’ll play with you some more…”. At this her eyes lit up and she was about to thank her daddy before he cut her off, “…, but you aren’t allowed to cum. Understand kitten?”. Her face fell, but then a single thought crossed her mind, daddy’s pleasure is more important than mine.
Now smiling, she nodded happily, “Yes daddy, I live to serve and obey you” she said, feeling his slender fingers begin to tease her clit, she knew this was going to be a long night.