Sam sighed there, candy bar in paw, just watching Josh sleep. He could clearly remember that day two years ago. The two rude clerks in the surf shop making cracks about his weight as he looked for a new bathing suit. Now one of them reclined against his belly in the sand, beloved. When Josh had come out of the shop later that day and apologized to Sam, he also accepted Sam’s dinner invitation. After all, the big roo seemed nice. Little did they know how the sparks would fly, the appetizers lead to meals, and meals to desserts. That night Sam had taken the feline home, bloated bellies leading them both to the couch, and they had never looked back.

Sam couldn’t have guessed just how much Josh adored his figure. He also had no clue that lurking deep inside him was a playful, teasing feeder. As the weeks turned to months, meals turned to inches. Now, Sam knew he’d gained at least 50 pounds since they met leaving him almost 500 pounds, but Josh had really changed. The former beanpole kitten had swollen as if someone were pumping jello into under his pelt (Sam’s favorite jab). His belly lay in his lap like a beanbag, heavy, soft, droopy. His trim physique was now coated in plush padding, turning the 120 pound cat into a 350 pound plumper.

Still they had no plans to stop, or diet, maybe exercise a bit but all in good time. Right now, its time to finish that candybar…

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