Just Enough Treats (Patreon Commission for Rioku)

TAGS: Weight Gain, Feral, Foodlust

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Another day dawned, and with it the promise of yet more food to be happily devoured. Honestly, agreeing to the transfer was probably the best thing she’d ever done; no more having to sprint to catch her meals, now she had them delivered to her on a silver platter (and almost literally at that) while the visitors got to throw extra treats at her in order to amuse themselves. In exchange, all the cheetah had to do was look half-ferocious, half-cuddly, something that barely required any real effort at all; being gifted with such natural beauty as she was, all that she needed to do was sit majestically and everyone would let out a collective “D’aww” while proclaiming their intense need to pet their fuzzy ears. All in all, an easy crowd, and an easy job; she honestly couldn’t understand why some of her friends had decided to go back to the savannah just because they could feel the “thrill” of the hunt. Fuck the thrill of the thunt, this was the life!

Sadly, there was a slight price to pay for the convenience of having everything done for her, and that was her natural-born athleticism. As much as the zoo staff had arranged for whatever amenities were necessary to “simulate” her old habitat, the chee didn’t really… use them. Not anymore at least, not after realizing that a couple of walks around the enclosure every day were enough to keep her going; said staff tried to convince her that it was good for her health, but if she were concerned about that, she wouldn’t have stayed in there, now would she? No, the cheetah much preferred lounging about doing nothing all day, occasionally walking up to the chain link fence and purring for extra treats; as a result, her body had become slightly rounded out around the edges, significantly more than it had been when she first arrived. While the big cat was happy to pretend like it was just an extra bit of bulk that no one had to worry about, in reality, such a “minor” change hid a much larger and radical alteration to the chee’s way of thinking.

Over the course of her stay there, her predatory instincts had fallen into complete disrepair, replaced by what could only be described as complacent gluttony and smug self-superiority, which somehow only endeared the zoo-goers even more to her. They adored her preening, her sashaying, the way she walked about the enclosure and around the other cheetahs like she owned all of them, despite them being on terrible terms; this, in turn, only worsened her state, until the chee had more or less become entirely domesticated, and the mere concept of returning to the wild went from simply being unattractive to downright unthinkable. As a result, the feline had gone from a sleek huntress to… a rather fat, pudgy sausage that could barely sprint at all, let alone employ any of the chase tactics that her species was most known for. Maybe a past version of herself would’ve been upset at the fact that the main attraction was the “big chee” or the “fat cat”, but her current self couldn’t really be bothered to care in the slightest; just as long as the treats kept coming and the staff continued to feed her the same delicious, heavy meals, she could be immobile for all she cared.

A dangerous line of thought, given that her sense of self-control was all-but completely wrecked at that point, and if her feeding time was extended to cover the whole day, she absolutely would just keep scarfing down whatever they placed in front of her without really thinking about it. Eating had become less a conscious thing she did to survive and more of an automatic process, ruled more by muscle memory and less by hunger; as long as there was something on the plate, she’d eat it. As long as the visitors to the zoo extended their hands and waved around bits of meat for her to chow down on, she would dutifully do so. As long as there was something to help pad her stomach out, she would gladly take it. In the end, all of this added up to a very tubby cheetah that only got tubbier as the days went on, finding it increasingly difficult to even get up in the morning. It used to be that she only got tired after walking around for a couple of hours, but after a while at the zoo, the simple act of getting on all fours was enough to leave her shaking, sweating and dreadfully famished, which only contributed to her fall from grace… at least as far as the other cats in the enclosure were concerned. Honestly, she couldn’t be happier, and more often than not ended up picking a spot and laying there for the whole day.

Things, however, began to take a turn for worse when one of the zoo’s doctors decided to actually do their job and recommend that she be placed on a diet, along with a special supplement that would help her burn off the extra calories in her near-floor-dragging belly. Top notch experimental stuff, or so he claimed, that would deal with her “unfortunate indiscretions” in no time; the chee didn’t originally want to take it, being quite happy with the size and proportions of her body, but after being threatened with mandatory exercise time, she relented… and thank goodness she did, because the cat could not have been happier with the effects the supplement had on her body. Though it was supposed to act as a weight loss agent, something about her biology, or perhaps the compound itself, had turned it around on its head and produced the exact opposite result: within a few short days of her being placed on this new “diet” that was supposed to make her lose weight, she was barely able to walk from place to place with how much her underside was dragging along the ground, at times being so bloated that she could very much just go limp and use her stomach a body pillow. The zoo staff were at a loss, especially when they decided to stop using the supplement as an emergency measure and it only made things worse! It seemed as if that, without that thing to control her, each bite added inches to her body, regardless of how much she actually ate… but with the supplement, all it did was reduce it to a single inch. It made for an interesting conundrum, one so devilish and incomprehensible that the doctor responsible for it was sacked almost immediately after the side-effects were made obvious.

Meanwhile, the chee herself was having the time of her life, especially after she grew so fat that she had to be rolled over from her bed towards the enclosure, unable to use her own legs for locomotion. To say that the impact this had on people was severe would be an understatement, and yet, for some reason, the visitors just seemed to love her all the more for each pound she put on. While a few were concerned that she might be seriously ill, all the cheetah had to do was give them a wink and a purr for their minds to be put at ease, and before long the zoo itself had a brand new curiosity to market itself with. Her handlers were thus placed in the unenviable position of being forced to fix something that was bringing their employers a lot of money by being broken, something that caused so much internal strife that multiple people took the third option and just quit outright. All of this while the chee basked in the adoration of the crowd, even if some of the words thrown at her were less than nice and the people using them should be reminded of basic manners; just because she was a gluttonous blob didn’t suddenly mean that they could say whatever they damn well pleased. Besides, the insults were weak and lacked originality, so there; that would show them.

Things changed very quickly after the staff positions were refilled, as the zoo management had gone to great lengths to avoid hiring anyone that might have an issue with what had been happening to their star attraction. To be fair to them, her health hadn’t suffered at all… somehow. Despite barely being able to walk at all without someone there to push her, plus the fact that her paws were no longer able to reach the ground after a meal (and just barely did so in between them), nothing about her seemed to be working poorly; her heart was fine, were lungs were fine... really, the only thing that was abnormal about the whole thing was her colossal stomach, which had expanded far more than it should be able to and seemed able to process food at a ridiculously efficient rate, one that only got better (worse?) over time. Her new handlers were eager to feed her as well, which only helped to hasten how fat she was getting, and how much fatter each meal made her; wouldn’t take a long time before her being lifted off the ground became the new normal, and the chee had to sleep out in the enclosure after growing too big for her assigned room. Not that she minded, of course; it just meant she had more space to blob out in.

In the following days, the other cheetahs were moved out to a separate location, most of them more than happy to get out and away from “that fatty” as quickly as they could; some even terminated their contracts and had flights booked back home, having apparently learned a lesson about gluttony and taking all the wrong conclusions from it. The mountainous feline couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person would look at her and not want to be exactly like them; was it not the height of achievement to be so fat that one couldn’t even move anymore? Was it not the true mark of excellence that one could afford to let go of their natural instincts and just keep on gorging for as long as they physically could? She certainly seemed to think so, and in fact outright demanded that her handlers add a third meal to her daily schedule, to be given to her between lunch and dinner, in addition to a reinforced breakfast of course; before long, her paws were not only permanently lifted off the ground, but weren’t dangling freely either, as her enormous belly had bulged outwards so much that she could use it as a full-body pillow. It churned loudly at every minute of every hour, the sort of noises that could only be described as what would happen if hunger just never abated, and only grew more powerful whenever someone attempted to sate it… because that’s what the chee felt.

It had been subtle at first, but there was no denying that something was definitely “off” about the way that she experienced her ravenous appetite. It used to be that she ate more than she needed purely out of gluttony, but now she wasn’t quite so certain; it had turned into far more of a need than a pure desire, and each hour she spent not devouring something, even if it was just a small treat on the part of the zoo-goers, was one that left her restless and wanting for… something, she wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t until a good two weeks after every other cheetah had left, by which point the fat cat had grown so much that her belly alone was taller than the average human, that she fully realized that what she was feeling was not normal, even by her incredibly stretched-out standards. The chee found herself sweating at the mere notion that a meal might be missed, or the thought that she’d have to go half an hour without eating or chewing on something; every bite she took was becoming less of an exercise in greed and self-indulgence and more of a desperate move on her part, an attempt at staving off a hunger that only grew stronger the more food was thrown at it. Her body was starting to react accordingly as well, with each mouthful adding several times more fat to her than it should, leaving her torso attached to a stomach that gurgled and groaned painfully no matter how full it got, no matter how big it got.

Soon, she found herself unable to vocalize anything other than desperate pleas for help, only abated when someone stuffed something edible in her mouth, at which point her eyes would roll upwards into her skull and that serotonin hit left her feeling woozy and so satisfied that it felt more like a drug addiction than anything else. Then the food would be swallowed, inches would be added to the circumference of that colossal gut, and the process would start all over again; more and more of the enclosure vanished underneath her mounting size, and yet the larger she became, the hungrier the cheetah felt, an unstable equilibrium that, try as she might, she did not have the willpower to fight. Maybe at some point in the past, when she hadn’t been a literal blob of fat that had to be rolled around to be cleaned or transported… but not now. Not ever again.

Of course, the zoo staff weren’t in any rush to help her, at least not in any sane way. If anything, they only laid it on thicker, throwing more and more food at her the more she complained, hoping to see if there was some kind of tipping point after which she’d just stop bloating; when it didn’t arrive, they changed strategies altogether, and arranged for a more… permanent solution. It was the best day of the chee’s life, actually, when she saw that vacuum pump be wheeled into her enclosure and a whole pressurized tank full of feedstock be hooked to it, a worker climbing on a ladder to strap a facemask to her that just happened to have a feeding tube attached to it. With the flick of a switch, the whole assembly rumbled into action, the tube began vibrating, and a few seconds later the chee was in heaven. The pumping rhythm had been adjusted so that she could very easily allow her mouth to be filled up completely before swallowing a whole load, which tasted of an odd, but pleasant mixture of beef and pork with some extra bacon thrown into it, again and again and again, for as long as she wanted to; whenever the tube began to grow empty, it’d just be replaced, an unending parade of workers ready and waiting to make sure that her every need was met. There were no more worries there for her, just food, now and forever.

She’d never have to move ever again.