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"Building a New You"

By Otteronymous

"Whose leg do you have to scratch to get some service around here?"

60 seconds of waiting, and Lena was already fed up. The shorthair cat fidgeted in her seat, the lyrca sport shorts that clung to her trim, athletic form squeaking against the worn nylon of the diner barstool.

Further down the lunch counter, Lena spotted one of the chefs. The small opossum girl was sliding a milkshake to a customer on the other side of the counter; a fat, overall wearing hyena. The opossum was smiling warmly as the bashful hyena picked up the milkshake and went to town, and by the looks of all the empty shake glasses around her, it was probably her 4th or 5th one of the evening.

Disgusted by the sight of the piggish hyena stuffing herself and having to wait an eternity for service, Lena made her way over to the pair, her gaze locked on smiling opossum as she approached.

"Hey! Do you mind actually paying attention to your customers and getting me some service over here?"

The opossum turned, her smile softening, but still warm and inviting as she spoke.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry, Ms. ---"

"Hargrave, Ms. Lena Hargrave," Lena interrupted coarsely. "You may have seen me in the local paper? I run the 'From Fat to Fabulous' program at the downtown fitness center."

Immune to the rudeness, the opossum extended her tiny paw for a handshake. "I'm Afraid I haven't, ma'am. To be honest, I'm more interested in the calorie intake side of the business than the output," she said, her smile broadening, even as Lena refused to meet her paw for a shake. "I'm Pirrie, I run this little diner. I'm terribly sorry, I was just a bit busy helping my friend Maka here with her desert."

"Well, if you want your business to retain what appears to be its rather meager customer base, you may wish to focus on your needy customers over the one's stuffing themselves like little hogs."

Maka's ears folded over as she slumped down on her admittedly overstressed barstool. Her gaze averted, Maka slowly set the half-full milkshake down on the counter and pushed it away from her.

"Oh? Need a top off, Maka? I know you're usually good for a few more!" Pirrie chimed in.

"N...no," Maka responded quietly, her round, half-stuffed belly wobbling as she rose to her paws. "I...I'm gonna go back to work at the garage. If you need me, I'm just across the street like always."

Pirrie's smile faded as she watched one of her best friends fall into a funk at the feline's rudeness.

"Hold up a minute there...Maka, was it?" Lena said as she stepped to the sulking Hyena.

"Yes?" Maka said as she turned, her spirits lifting, half-expecting an apology.

"Here," Lena said, reaching into her sport bra and brandishing a business card. "I'll be hiking the local mountains all this month, but once I get back, I'm going to be holding a locally televised opening of my very own fitness center, and I'd love it if you could come join us."

Maka reluctantly took the card. She didn't care much about fitness, but she supposed this was just the cat's way of being kind.

"First lesson is free!" Lena said. "I'll even throw in some nutrition advice. I mean, we can work that flabby body of yours into the ground, but if you keep eating like that, you're gonna be bigger than a whale by next summer."

Maka's muzzle soured, her heart crestfallen at the feline's words.

"Oh, don't worry!" Lena said, noticing the drop on the hyena's face. "I've never had a client nearly as fat as you, but I think with some exercise and a few lessons on how to avoid being so lazy on you end, we can make it work."

On the verge of tears, Maka spun around and shuffled her way out of the diner, eager to be away from the nasty little cat.

Sitting down at the lunch counter and armed with smug smile, Lena confided in the opossum, her once smiling affect having gone flat.

"I really do love helping the little people." She said without any shred of humbleness. "I mean, jeez, how can people go on eating that much and looking that gross?"

Free of contempt and anger, Pirrie took out her notepad as she spoke. "Some people really like food, Ms. Hargrave. And some people like the warm, squishy softness that comes with indulging in the finer tastes that life has to offer. Don't you enjoy a hearty, well cooked meal, or delicious, sugary treat every once in a while?"

Lena scowled

"Giving into the bodies' desire for fats and sugars is a sign of weakness, and I'll be damned if I let my base desires turn me into a disgusting slob like that. What a dismal existence."

"What a shame, ma'am." Pirrie said with a smile. "I think everyone should know the joy of a full, satiated tummy every once in a while."

Flipping open her notepad, Pirrie scrawled out the feline's unannounced order. "I take it that you'll be having the Caesar Salad, no croutons, with skim-milk cheese, no dressing, and an unsweetened iced tea?"

Lena nodded in disbelief.

"H...how did you---"

"I'm a chef, ma'am, it's my passion to know what people really want, and I know exactly what you want."

Surprised, but pleased to finally have her order in, Lena smiled. One last salad, then she could hit the peaks for a month of peace, exercise, and respite away from the world of fat, lazy cretins who were always sucking up her precious space with their gross, obese bodies.

"Here you go, ma'am" Pirrie said, putting the large glass of iced tea on the counter. "My own special brew, it'll be sure to knock your socks off."

Lena scoffed before sipping the beverage. The cool, amber liquid was ambrosia on her lips, the perfect mixture of succulent orange pekoe and coriander quenched her thirst in a way hitherto unknown. With zeal, she chugged the entire glass, desperate for more.

"Damn, that's one fine iced tea!" she said, slamming the glass on the counter

"I'm glad you like it," Pirrie said jovially. "I made it special, just for you."

"Well!" Lena said loudly as her vision began to blur. "That's more like it! You....You know...just how to take care of your cushhhhtomerrrsss" she said with a heavy slur, her body going slack on the barstool.

"Oh my," Pirrie said as Lena's vision went black. "It would appear you've gone and exhausted yourself. Don't worry, Ms. Hargrave. I have a room out back for you to rest up in, and I'll be sure to take good care of you."

As the opossum moved to drag her off the bar stool, Lena could have sworn she saw the tinniest hint of a smirk on her muzzle as she went under, the opossum's eyes' holding a particular gleam that only a few unfortunate induvial had ever been privy to.

---

Lena purred as she came to, the soft, rhythmic sound of a pumping machine greeting her as her mouth began to fill with a pleasant, syrupy fluid. The taste of sweet cream graced her barbed tongue with the faintest hint of meringue and zest of lemon peel.

"Another food dream," she thought to herself, eyes still closed. "And a damn good one this time."

She hated how her body teased her with these visions as she slept, making it harder to keep her rigorous diet under control.

"Time to wake up, old girl," she told herself. "The world isn't going to fix itself."

As Lena attempted to stretch in bed, she was pulled up short. Something was binding her wrists. The feline's eyes shot open as she attempted to pull her knees up, only to be greeted by another pair of restrains against her ankles.

Lena bucked and kicked as she found herself bound to a bedframe. To her right was a pumping machine with 2 massive glass cylinders attached, the contents of which could be seen slowly burbling and emptying out their creamy contents.

Lena bucked and thrashed like a madwoman as she realized she was being force-fed the delicious liquid. She attempted to drive out the mouthpiece wedged into her maw, but it proved fruitless thanks to the mask around her head holding tight.

"Isn't it delicious?" came the familiar voice of Pirrie, the opossum clearly giddy as she approached the bed from the room's doorway. "It's one of my newest shake recipes, Maka assures me that it's one of my best."

Lena scowled, unable to do anything but mumble through the force feeding mask as her captor approached.

"Oh yes! I'm excited too!" Pirrie said, seemingly oblivious to Lena's discontent. "It's been two whole days, and we've already made so much progress! Just look at how puffy your adorable cheeks are."

Lena flinched as Pirrie reached out and pinched her now slightly round muzzle, the feline's once sculpted face giving a little jiggle in the cheeks. "We're gonna make you just the cutest, cuddliest little kitty cat, yes we are!"

As Lena pulled away, her gaze fell down the bed, horrified by what she saw. Her once flat, 6 pack stomach was bloated and round like a bowling ball. As she pulled at her restraints, her newfound ball belly swayed and jiggled, the sound of the undigested shake in her protruding midsection audible as it sloshed under the new layers thick belly fat.

Lena screamed into her mask, kicking and bucking for her life. What was this freak doing to her, and why!?

Pirrie patted Lena's distended belly, the opossum's tiny digits gleefully squeezing and kneading the fat as she spoke. "Isn't it absolutely lovely? I'd say you're up a good 30 pounds from when you passed out in the diner. At this rate, we'll have you understanding the joy and happiness that some extra padding can bring in no time!"

Lena's struggles slowed as she fought for breath, 30lbs of worthless flab on her perfect form and she was already feeling her stamina give way to corpulence-induced lethargy.

"You see," Pirrie said, brandishing a vial and syringe from her chef's apron. "The other day, when you were insulting and embarrassing my friend, I realized that you've probably never known the joy that size can bring, and I thought to myself, how terrible!"

The opossum deftly filled the syringe, betraying her experience with these procedures.

"No creature should go without that kind of joy in their life, and by golly, I thought, we should do something about that."

Pirrie pulled down Lena's strained lyrca shorts and injected the feline with her concoction.

"Don't worry, my dear, its relatively harmless. My time with you is limited, so I need to "Speed Up" your metabolism a bit. This, combined with the powder I'll be putting in your food, will guarantee not only rapid digestion, but a constant, nagging hunger, which is great! Because then you'll get to eat even more of my delicious food, and who doesn't want that?"

Lena groaned as she went lightheaded, the shot causing her to go drowsy as her packed belly began to rumble.

"See, you're hungry already! Let's get that plump belly of yours more of these delicious num-nums."

Lena fidgeted as more of the delicious concoction was pumped down her throat, the gooey treat swelling her taught belly to its limits.

"Ohhh, such a packed little tummy you've got," the opossum cooed as she ran her paws over Lena's bloated, sloshing belly "Let Auntie Pirrie help with that."

Lena groaned as the opossum dug deep into her freshly formed fat rolls, her guts gurgling and squelching as her fat paunch was kneaded like dough by the opossum's expert paws. The doped up feline's eyes rolled back as the pressure from her gut was relieved, the squishing of her belly between Pirrie's digits causing a euphoric feeling.

"That's it, enjoy yourself," Pirrie cooed as she gave Lena's belly a kiss. "Now be a good girl and drink up all your delicious milk, my sweet little butterball."

Lena's eyes fluttered as her mind went dim. Too exhausted to fight it, she closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness as the machine continued to pour liter after calorie rich liter of cream into her once proud form, the opossum's formula eagerly slathering on inch after seuty inch of flesh to her expanding frame as she slept.

---

Time was a blur as Lena opened her eyes. She couldn't tell if it had been weeks, days, or hours since the last time she went under. All she knew was that she was starving and her feed tube had gone dry.

The bedframe creaked and groaned as Lena wiggled her now 300lb body into a more comfortable position, her bloated, sweaty bulk causing one of the bed springs to pop in response. Lena frowned as she saw that her hips were beginning to spill off the sides of the bed and that her once taught ball belly was growing into a fleshy apron that spilled down between her blubberous thighs. Pouting softly, Lena wondered when it would all end, but more so, she wondered when her next meal was.

As if on cue, Pirrie crested the doorway pushing a catering cart stacked high with everything from triple cheeseburgers to double chocolate brownies.

"Good morning, or should I say, good afternoon, my squishy little kitty! It's lunch time!"

Lena's overtaxed heart began to beat faster. She knew those treats were going down her gullet. She knew they would pack into layer after layer of fat soaked sustenance in her bubbling, churning belly. She knew the calorie drenched boulder of food would stretch her belly to its breaking point, adding another fresh layer of bright-red stretch marks and corpulent flesh to her overflowing gut. She knew this, yet part of her could hardly wait to get her mouth around that juicy, greasy hamburger.

Lena took a deep breath of fresh air as Pirrie disconnected her feeding mask, the feline relieved to finally have her speech back.

"P...please," she said weakly, her double chin jiggling as she begged. "Let me go. Just...please, let me go."

Pirrie climbed up onto Lena's massive, sprawling belly, giving the feline's hefty gut a good pat as it rumbled.

"Oh! But of course, my dear. Auntie Pirrie doesn't want to give you anything other than what you want. You do seem rather peckish though, shall we discuss this after lunch?"

Lena's eyes darted back and forth from Pirrie to the food cart, her voice quavering as she spoke. "I...I don't want to have lunch, I...I just want to go."

Pirrie pulled a triple-stacked burger off the cart, her free paw giving the cat a soft caress across her chubby cheek.

"Are you sure? These are made from 100% Kobe beef and homemade mozzarella cheese I ripened in my custom-built cheese cave."

Pirrie waved the burger in front the feline's nose, causing her eyes to flutter. "Doesn't it just smell divine?" She cooed.

Lena sobbed, her will breaking under the assault of the delicious delicacy before her. "I...I don't....Just...just please, I don't...."

Pirrie gently stroked Lena's cheek again, her voice genuine and caring. "Oh, my poor, pretty kitty. You're so very hungry. Why not just have a bite? You more than deserve it."

Lena reached out and grabbed the burger, continuing to sob as she took a bite. The flavor was beyond anything she had ever experienced before, its golden, savory juices spilling down her throat as she chewed on the perfectly buttered bread and expertly marbled beef. Lena's whole body vibrated as she purred in pleasure, endorphins flooding her system as she devoured the burger, filling her aching belly with what she perceived to be some much needed sustenance."

"Such a good kitty," Pirrie cooed. "Doesn't that taste amazing?"

Just as Lena finished gulping down the 2,000 calorie burger, Pirrie had another one up to her maw, the opossum's smile warm and friendly as she bumped the burger playfully against Lena's snout.

"Toot-toot, open up for the burger train!" she said with a giggle.

What little shreds of dignity remained in Lena bristled. She was being fed like a fussy child, the greatest of indignities....but she was so damn hungry, and the last burger was divine. With her pride curling up to die, Lena opened her muzzle and allowed Pirrie to shove the whole burger into her gaping maw, the feline's cheeks bloating outwards as Pirrie gently pushed in the entire thing.

"Ohhh, Auntie Pirrie is so proud of you, my little butterball!" she said with a wide smile. "You're such a good little burger muncher."

This continued for a good 15 minutes, with Pirrie sliding burgers, bowls of golden French fries, and thick slice of cake into Lena's eager muzzle, freeing the feline's paws to massage her ever tightening belly, both for relief, and in hopes of freeing up more space for the opossum's sinfully delicious meals.

Time faded away again as Lena fell into a gluttonous trance; chewing, scarfing, drooling and belching in a continuous cycle of greed and satiation. She could have sworn she felt the prick of a needle in her porcine ass at some point, but she didn't care, she needed to fill the groaning, stretching sack that was her gut until it refused to take another crumb.

As time passed, Lena grew drowsy, forcing the feline push away the empty cake platter that was perched atop her wobbling shelf of a belly. As Lena's higher brain functions returned, she realized Pirrie was nowhere to be found, and her entire body was covered in crumbs, grease, and chunks of food from her ravenous session. Lena dimly wondered at what point Pirrie had ceased feeding her and she had simply begun stuffing herself.

Lena's packed stomach gave a deep, squelching burble as she let out a massive belch, her belly struggling to compensate for the boulder sized lump of food it was wrapping itself around. Lena sobbed again as she rubbed her painful gut, her consciousness fading as the realization of what she had done washed over her. Dimming into blackness once more, she hoped that tonight was the last night she would was forced to wreck her once envious form at the whims of that monstrous little opossum.

---

Lena had no idea when she split the bed and began sleeping on the floor, and at this point, she didn't care. She had been stuffing herself full of meals that were neatly stacked around the room all day, and thinking about a worthless detail like time wasn't going to fill her painfully empty gut any faster. As she finished devouring the massive platter of cupcakes in front of her, she swiveled her quadruple-chinned neck towards the other end of the room, eying the stacked boxes of pizza.

Lena whimpered and huffed as she dragged her 600lb frame across the floor, her massive, slug like body swaying like tub of Jell-O as her pathetic muscles burned to move her blobish body to her next food source. The pizza was no more than 10 feet away, but to Lena, it may as well have been a mile. Lena's sloppy, greasy fat rolls flopped against the floor as she dragged herself another inch forward, her beach ball sized asscheeks swaying pendulously as she struggled to keep herself from rolling onto her side due to their immense centrifugal force.

Like a wrecking ball mounted to her hips, Lena's massive asscheeks swung back and rolled her onto her side, the feline meowing and clawing desperately as her monstrously rotund posterior rolled her over, leaving the gargantuan feline like a beached whale at low tide.

Lena's pathetic limbs flailed helplessly to find solid ground, her breath growing shorter as hundreds of pounds of flesh squeezed the air out of her struggling lungs. Lena bucked to get back onto her immense belly, her efforts only succeeding in causing massive ripples to quake across her blubbery flesh, the feline's porcine body sloshing like a cream filled waterbed as she rutted in place.

Tears soaked into Lena's grease encrusted fur as she lay helpless on the floor, locked in this endless squalor of stuffing, feeding, and degradation.

"Oh! Please don't cry, my creamy little kitty!" came the voice of Pirrie as she entered the room, another 5 boxes of pizza in her paws. "Auntie Pirrie is here to help!"

Ignoring the pain in her belly for the first time in ages, Lena grew indignant as Pirrie placed the pizzas down, and with great effort, rolled the feline onto her belly.

"You! You did this to me!" Lena cried, tears flowing down her muzzle as she scowled. "You made me into this...this...FREAK!"

With a warm smile, Pirrie pushed the pizzas in front of Lena, the feline barely containing her urge to plow into them and stuff her maw.

"You've been drugging me for...for...I don't even know how long! Forcing me to stuff myself, making me into this...this, disgusting blob!"

"Ohhh, come now," Pirrie cooed, as she climbed onto Lena's whalish back, her paws scratching and scritching into the feline's soft, doughy flesh. "You're not disguising, you're beautiful! Look at what a happy, content butterball you've become in just a month!"

Lena closed her eyes and shuddered as she wafted in the thick, delicious smell of the peperoni and cheese pizzas

Crawling across Lena's wide, blubbery back, Pirrie put her muzzle next to Lena's tiny ear, the fuzzy little triangle half enveloped by flab at this point.

"Besides," she whispered. "I haven't given you any shots or put anything in your food for the past 3 weeks. This has been all you the entire time."

Lena's eyes shot open, a tiny part of her dying as the opossum's words hits home.

Pirrie gently guided Lena's gaze down to the pizzas, her voice as caring as a wet nurse as she spoke. "Now, why don't you have a nice midnight snack before heading to bed? I made it special, just for you."

Lena, feeling utterly defeated, pried open the pizza box, her eyes glazing over as she looked upon the greasy, steaming cheese on top of artisan bread topped with thick-cut pepperonis. The opossum was right, this is what she wanted....this is what she was. Without a second thought she piled slice after slice into her drooling maw, endorphins flooding her piggish system like a groundswell as she gave into her base desires. Broken and happy, she blocked out the world, content to satiate her every desire for grease, sugar, and the bliss of a tight, aching belly.

Sliding off the back of her whalish beauty, Pirrie made her way to the exit. As she quietly pulled out her phone to text the moving company for tomorrow, she paused, her ears perking up as she reveled in the melodic sounds of the scarfing, drooling feline behind her.

"Another happy customer," Pirrie thought to herself, the faintest hint of a smirk appearing on her muzzle just as quickly as it washed away.

---

Lena groaned as she awoke to her rumbling stomach, the sound of her pre-recorded voice resonating off the walls as it blared from the room's loudspeakers.

"Good morning and hello! I'm Lena Hargrave, and this is FitnessTopia!"

Lena winced as she opened her eyes, the sight of her newly built gym greeting her. Pirrie must have finally taken pity on her and let her go! She was free! She was home! She was....in the middle of her own gym during the grand opening, and the sound of reporters shuffling through the front door could be heard over her enthusiastic advertising.

"FitnessTopia, where we turn fat into fabulous!"

Lena didn't care, her gut felt like a black hole collapsing into itself. She wanted food, and she wanted it now.

As the reporters entered the main room, they froze, their blood running cold as they stared in disgusted bewilderment at the 800lb blob at their footpaws, its seuty, bloated form writhing and undulating like a 1000 gallon trash bag packed with lard.

"What are you looking at?!" Lena howled, her voice deep and guttural as the thick rolls of neck fat pressed hard against her vocal cords. "Someone get me some god-damned food!"

Huffing and rasping like she had just run a marathon, Lena clawed her way towards the reporters, their muzzles agape as they began snapping pictures and rolling footage. She could see one of them holding a small paper bag, most likely stuffed with bagels.

Heaving herself forward, Lena let out a massive belch. The whalish feline's room shaking expulsion causing the crowd to step back in fear as one of them dropped their bagel bag.

Like feline possessed, Lena tore into the bag, shredding it to pieces as she shoved her voracious muzzle into the bagels, slobbering and smacking as she gulped them down like a pelican.

"More!" She bellowed, punctuating her anger with another thick belch as the crowd looked on in horror.

"MORE!"

---

Maka smiled as she watched Pirrie blend another milkshake behind the lunch counter. "Milkshakes, the breakfast of champions!" Maka thought playfully to herself as she pushed aside the 2 empty milkshake glasses to make space for the third.

The flashing TV screen in the corner drew Maka's gaze, the tubby hyena shocked at what she saw.

"Holy jeepers!" she said, "Look at that, Pirrie. Isn't that the lady who was in here last week?"

Pirrie looked up at the screen from her milkshake machine with a smile. "Oh! So it is!" she said without a hint of irony or sarcasm.

"My goodness," Maka said. "What do you supposed happened to her?"

Pirrie walked back to the counter, a little extra swagger in her hips as she did so.

"Looks like she's discovered just how much fun it is to indulge and just be yourself. I wish more people would follow her example."

Pirrie slid the milkshake across the counter to Maka, the fat hyena all but forgetting the TV as she eyed another of the world's finest milkshakes, courtesy of one of her best friends.

"Thanks, Pirrie, you're the best."

Pirrie smiled a mile wide as she watched Maka's face light up at the sight of the milkshake, her heart warmed by the joy she could bring her friend.

"This one's on the house, Maka. And there's always more where that came from, so don't be afraid to treat yourself if you feel like it."

Pirrie smiled once again before flipping off the TV, the faint glint in her eye returning as she focused on the snarling, slobbering beast on the screen as it howled for more food.

"Hey! Whose leg do you have to hump around here for some service!?" came the cry of a chipmunk off in the corner booth, his butt less than 30 seconds seated.

"Oh! Don't worry sir, I'll be right with you!" Pirrie said with a smile, the opossum deftly palming her notepad, eager to make sure this next customer's order was just right.....

-End