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?Psi felt incredibly underqualified for the job before he even stepped into the 'Belly Bed Club.' In hindsight, it might have been great to have at least done a Google search for basic info on such an establishment. But that ad on Craigslist claimed all they needed was 'any old ferret from twenty to forty years of age, no entertainment experience required.' Oddly specific species profiling, yet Psi was any old ferret of a young-ish age. Plus he was in desperate need of odd job money after the Christmas overspending.

Somehow the actual name of the place did not even imply to Psi that it was a strip club. The building itself was your typical grey brick block with spacious parking. A neon sign above tinted sliding doors had no decorations to hint at what a customer was in for. Soon as the doors cracked open to sensing Psi's approach, his ears folded back shocked by thunderous beats of techno music.

It was typical, if quaint, set up for an exotic display club. A slightly elevated section lead off to a bar with some games setup. The main floor had its cluster of small tables arranged to face a grand walkway stage. Many more chairs lined up and down it's length, but the really fancy ones sat at the wider end roped off by velvet most likely due to the golden pole for dancers to embrace.

Psi was not one to frequent exotic clubs, but the decor was hardly as awkwardly surprising as the staff. The 'belly' part of the name was not just some sort of euphemism. Almost every 'worker' on the floor was scantily clad in a fashion that completely showed off their enormous guts. The smallest of them looked like she had swallowed a medicine ball whole, and they only got bigger from there. Likewise, the rest of their forms were far from minuscule. Hips bounced, asses jiggled, and thighs smacked together as the overly corpulent waiters bustled about the tables. Even more amazing was how their six-foot spans of ass seemed to have expert practice moving between patrons without so much as nudging table edges.

They seemed to be a mixed gender staff for that matter. Granted it was hard to tell with many of them having feminine looks to go with the sloshing jugs of their bare chests.

"Table for one, sir?"

Apparently, everyone here was also a trained ninja for how silently they moved. That or Psi got a bit too hypnotized by one skunk waitress's sashay to notice when the sizeable yellow bunny appeared next to him. The sweet angelic song of her voice betrayed such lumbering, looming mass. She strutted around three times his height and width, yet still managed to find a tailcoat that could button over her apron stomach.

A costume design that seemed to draw attention to the thong squeezing her upper thighs into bulging muffins.

"Uh guh..." Psi shook his head and coughed to regain some sense of coherent thought. This must have been a common reaction since he noticed the bunny patiently waited for his words with an amused grin. "I'm actually here about the...um...w-work thing?"

"Wha?" The bunny tilted her head in a confused fashion that made a double chin form on her neck, but then she straightened back up again with alert ears. "OH! Oh my goodness, a ferret!? Thank you for coming, then! The boss is going to be jumping for joy a real ferret actually showed up. Please, come this way."

Psi needed a second after contemplating the ramifications of anyone working here jumping for joy. The bunny gave a sharp pirouette and waved a hammy arm to follow her. The ferret quickly followed after trying to provide that rear a vast space with how sharply it rocked to her steps. A tiny little tail poked out between the coat flaps looking like a cartoonish cotton ball atop that stretched thong.

Despite her girth, they walked at an alarmingly fast pace through and behind the bar area. From there, the bunny took a sharp turn to lead Psi into what was apparently the backstage for their dancers. While over a dozen dressing mirrors were set up only a male and female wolf couple seemed to be taking turns applying makeup to each other. Most likely a chubby sibling pair with their near-matching fur and hair colors. Why they were trying to wear girdles was a mystery to Psi.

The male of the pair looked up just in time to make eye contact with Psi. This deepened the ferrets blushed when he got a knowing smile undoubtedly aware he was checking out their rounded figures. The female turned to see what had got her twins attention only to join in on the smiling.

"Great catch you got there, Pattycakes!" said the male wolf.

"Love to take credit, but he's voluntary," the bunny said over her shoulder, never losing stride.

"Even better then." The female wolf literally whistled after Psi, holding up a thumb and pinky to her head. "Call me after your show, sweet thing?"

"Oh my god, ignore those horny mutts," The bunny said between barks of laughter.

Psi was grateful she did not stop walking, so he had an excuse not to either. His face burned redder than most spring tomatoes at this point. Only curiosity worked strong enough to get him to utter, "Pattycakes?"

"That became my club nickname after people started claiming smacking my butt sounded like banging drums. Want to give a few whacks to see?"

"Grrgh? M-maybe later?"

"Oh, such cute promises."

They only paused briefly so 'Pattycakes' could guide him through another door, which she needed to squeeze through sideways. Psi blinked at finding themselves in the storage section of the building. Even here blue collared workers moved about in practiced ease despite weighing in a size that could frighten sumos. They seemed busy organizing an array of storage bins with all kinds of props and seasonally themed outfits.

Maybe that was the reason seeing an average, thin woman wearing a three-piece suit standing in the open center of the room was such a surprise to Psi. Not that she was utterly human with her four-foot mane of wild pink hair. From out of that bubble gum forest sprouted two triangle ears of a cat in slightly darker pink fur. They matched perfectly with the bushy tail that snaked its way out the seat of her pants.

"Hey, Felicia!" Pattycakes waved to help get noticed when the thin woman looked up from her tablet. "We finally got a ferret come calling!"

She hardly needed to give the introduction. Felicia's shining emerald eyes gave her employee a warm smile before drifting over to the ferret practically blocked out by her bulging hips. Those slitted feline eyes dilated so fast they almost turned her eyes black, tail raising to stand almost straight up.

"Oh my goodness, Pat! Thank you so much for coming straight to me!" Felicia was on Psi so fast she practically left a dust trail across the room. One hand grasped onto Psi's shoulder giving it a firm squeeze before running uncomfortably down the curvature of his torso and hip. "This is like a last minute hail mary or something. Look how tiny he is! This is perfect, hun."

"Um...hi?" Psi managed to squeak out. This cat-woman must run a very lax policy of personal space when employees take up so much of it.

"OH!" Felicia jumped back from Psi apparently realizing the same thought as she blushed. "So, so sorry hun. It's been a trying week for me, but thank you for answering the ad. You being here is a total weight off my...oh shut up, Patty!"

"Heh, weight. Going back to the front then, boss." The bunny had been giggling at the choice of words but gave Psi a polite nod before going to squeeze her vast cheeks back out the door they came in.

"Yeah, great." Felicia giggled as well once they left. She set her tablet down atop some crates to better circle Psi in a very calculating fashion. Eyes roamed all over his body from ears to shoes seeming to approve his semi-formal button shirt and khakis. "Anyway, yes. As you may know, this is a simple, one-time deal unless you wish to negotiate a longer period of work here. Like many service establishments, I focus very heavily on making customers happy, especially high paying ones. It just so happens an exceptional party of regulars has made me a generous offer for a private show with an anthro ferret. And no, I don't know why they're so specific about the species. Don't seem to care about the gender for some reason, but who are we to judge? The work is simple; just get on your stage, shake that cute little tail for a few minutes and we're done. No need to worry about being fancy or professional, but half your pay is coming from the dosh they throw at your feet so it wouldn't hurt to accommodate with some lewdness if you feel like it. Any questions?"

"Am I a bit too skinny for this...work?" Psi emphasized his question by pretending to hug a round object several feet above his stomach. "I mean, I could really use the money, but everyone's a bit..."

"Notice that did you?" Felicia gave a passing beaver's bodacious booty a smack, almost causing the blushing fat man to spill the boxes he carried. "When it comes to my investments in local business it's important to appeal to those particular niche crowds. When people want the soft warmth of big bodies, they will pay an amazing amount for it."

"That's fascinating, but doesn't answer my..."

"Oh, stop worrying about it." Felicia suddenly grabbed both of Psi's wrist to half drag him through the door back towards some stage curtains. "We need to get your show on, anyway. When I told my clients you might be coming in today, they showed up early to wait you out."

"W-what!?" It was all Psi could do not to trip over his pulled footsteps keeping up with his apparent new boss. "Don't I need to get dressed or something?"

"Hm?" She looked over Psi's clothes for half a second before shrugging him off. "Nah, seriously. I'll reimburse you for better stuff anyway. It's in the standard contract.

"What the heck is that suppose to-YEEEK!"

Without another word of explanation, not that many were given, Felicia spun her weight to fling Psi through a set of black curtains. The ferret staggered with arms flailing to keep from falling flat on his face. Somehow that worked long enough to awkwardly burst through the barrier where a golden pole appeared before him to catch onto.

There had been voices before Psi's amazingly clumsy entrance promptly silenced them. Once everything had stopped spinning Psi had become aware of two things. This was apparently not the main stage, but a smaller private room surrounded by only eight or so chairs. Said chairs were all occupied by humans now staring up at the anthro ferret with rapt attention. They were a surprising assortment of men and woman, although he recognized none of their beaming faces.

After a few seconds of silent staring, they erupted into an excited discussion that made Psi's face turn increasingly red.

"Oh, my god! He is so cute!"

"Check it out! I can't believe she actually got a ferret."

"Hah! Told you it'd be a guy. You owe me fifty!"

"You're seriously holding me to that? It's just going to get stuffed into his undies anyway."

"It's the principle of the thing. Pay up."

"He could be one of those c-boys I've heard about..."

"Oh, don't even try to complicate this bet."

"I hope it's a full boy anyway. It's always the skinny ones that carry a hefty package down there."

"I'm more interested in seeing those buttons burst off."

"Hey! These are twenties! I thought we agreed to go slow with fives or less."

"Do I look like someone that'd carry singles?"

"Besides we only get a few minutes with him. Best to just go all in, right?"

Psi timidly inched away from the golden dance pole back towards the curtains. Everyone became more interested in discussing him in, confusingly, suggestive ways rather than paying attention to their ferret. If he could just get off the stage, he might be able to bolt for that job at Subway instead.

He only got about three steps into that plan before someone killed the lights. Psi's little audience went silent again as two spotlights prominently illuminated the ferret to recapture their undivided attention. Before the slightest of half-hearted introductions could be uttered, Psi's ears and tail shot up with the beginning beats of techno music.

It was just like Felicia said; improvise something for a short dance and walk out with a big wad of cash. Psi smacked his cheeks several times to clear his mind. A deep breath helped solidify his resolve to get this over with. Taking a second to kick off his sneakers already sparked his human crowd into encouraging him on what to do next. Ignoring those, Psi strolled back up to the golden pole where he began to work his natural ferret limberness.

Mumbles ascended into loud hoots and catcalls soon as Psi got to 'work' on the pole. He must have looked way more confident and professional then he felt cause the humans were going wild. In his mind, Psi was scrambling to recall any and every instance of seeing exotic girls dancing.

Grasping the pole in a hug allowed him to open with a little spin in time to a high strum of synthetic tunes. That was all he could do to not slip off into someone's lap prematurely. But Psi managed to hide it by whirling around to press his back to the pole. Getting a bit more into it, he tried to put on a pouty face as his legs bent slowly into a squat. Pushing back up just as slowly, he thrusted his crotch forward to an exceptional approval call from the ladies. As the music slowed into a low set of crucial drums, Psi twisted his back to them, leaning far forward with tail raised to present his rear in stretched jeans to the humans.

And that was when the money literally began to rain down upon him. Psi turned to give an appreciative hips sway dance with hands stroking his hips. Bills floated around his bare feet while lots of coins clicked across the illuminated stage floor. As expected from the lines he evesdropped on, Psi could see most of their offerings for the performance were single and five dollar bills. However, they were throwing an excessive amount of them.

GGRRRBLE!!

Psi faltered in his steps raising an eyebrow at his stomach. The strange rumble had been incredibly loud and unexpected since he ate light before coming here. Despite that, he felt rather full. Bloated even.

Trying to ignore the puffed feeling growing in his gut, Psi started a little strut around the circled edge of his stage. Hands roamed over his body while he worked his mouth to fake expressions of pleasure. The humans ate up his crappy acting. More rewards came raining down in money and catcalls while the ferret tried to put massive sway into his rear.

He did not need to try very hard as he noticed his hips had a harder bump in each step back to the pole. Using the act as an excuse to put both hands on his butt, Psi's eyes grew wide finding they gripped a lot more cheek than his light frame customarily possessed. If anything the seconds ticked by and his ass was actually pushing back against his hands. Pants creaked in protest to contain a hip width far past it's intended threshold.

"W-what the frick!?"

Psi twisted around and gave a startled chitter. A massive crack of plush butt cheeks overflowed the hem of his pants, pushing them down to better expose the red boxers stretched across their impressive span. The waistband of his pants suddenly ripped, allowing his rear to surge out even further.

Such release brought attention back to his front, which fared little better. Psi watched mouth agape at his gut pushing out from under his dress shirt with each breath. His sides soon followed the flow outwards, putting on the strain that led to his pants button popping off. A once comfortable dress shirt untucked itself to expose the cream fur of Psi's belly like a rising curtain.

Both of Psi's hands tried clasping down to stop his guts rapid expansion to little effect. They only sunk through the bulging soft layer of fat, becoming engulfed in furry dough as its growth continued. The ferret already looked like a beach ball was inflating inside him. More so when the bottom button of his shirt fired off to let his navel jump out in a rush.

"Oh yeah! Now that's what I came here to see. Let that lovely gut grow!"

"Ha ha! Look at his face. I don't think that's acting."

"Didn't Fel tell him what was going to happen?"

"Who cares? That shyness makes him even sexier."

"Quick dude! You got any more twenties?"

"Oh, NOW you want big bills? Haha. Good thing one of us came prepared."

"Yeah. Yeah. Just hurry up. We're running out of time with him."

Psi would have had trouble picking up the four conversations going on at once even without the pseudo-pregnant belly bulge he was cupping. The remaining lower buttons of his shirt stretched taut around the soft sphere. Significant gaps in between puckered wide to let bits of stomach fur bulge out.

There was surprisingly less stress on the upper buttons. While Psi had definitely developed small mounds of man-boobs on his chest and tightness in his sleeves, the majority of his new weight wanted to settle below the waist. He probably had his audience to thank for that. A conclusion Psi reached when the second shower of bills began floating through his limited vision of the floor.

GRRRRWWLLL!!

The stage floor lit up again making his body gave a much louder gurgling noise. As impossible as it seemed, the very money Psi's audience was pitching for their show seemed to be affecting the rate at which fat gathered on his rounding body. Doughy ferret flesh bubbled out in earnest thanks to some very generous amount of five and ten dollar bills. Shirt buttons strained to their limit around a stomach eager to have it's plush kneaded.

With the landing of a fifty, and a loud sloshing noise, Psi's backside completely pushed down his pants so they could surge out in front of the horny humans. Hands shot to his waistband trying to tug it back up, but it proved pointless when his hips joined in the jiggling. They were getting massive enough to match up to some of the club employees. Psi gulped realizing he might end up exceeding many of them depending on how rich these guys were.

His thighs were not helping much either. Such thickness would make holiday hams jealous. Their thick fat stubbornly pushed together with each step, forcing Psi to have a slight waddle in his gait.

SHRRRRIIIIPPPP!

Welp, so much for getting pants back on. One particularly forced tug almost got cover back over Psi's ass. That lasted a whole second before another growth spurt split the jeans down their central seam. The sides quickly followed to allow chubby ferret legs to gush through. Before long his hands gave up their struggle as only a few strands were all that kept the pants remains flapping against a lower body five times too large for them to contain.

POP! POP! POP! POP!

At least the button's had put up a grander fight. One by one they gave out to an odd sound of popcorn. The force of Psi's blimp belly sending them rocketing in a high arch beyond the view of the stage. Finally, only the top one remained as the creamy ferret gut fell out in a partial apron over his red-briefed crotch. Bulges around his chest gave a silly impression he had cleavage trying to escape through the extra folds.

"Hey! Why you stopping?"

"Come on, cutie. What happened to that vigor with the pole?"

"Don't quit on us now. We want to see you bigger."

Music continued to pound in rapid hard beats perfectly in sync to Psi's heart. His fur glossed in a rich shine of sweat thanks to the powerful stage lights putting shadows to his glorious love handles. Something about standing atop this stage being highlighted as a bloated blob of a ferret made Psi blush for wholly unexpected reasons. All their lewd cheers amidst rapt attention made him feel great, desired even.

So why the hell not continue with a performance? It was not like Psi had much modestly left to his sloshing rolls of lard. Grasping the edges in each hand, he tore the last shirt button off Superman style. A roar of unified cheers conveyed the human's approval of those man jugs flapping out in the open.

After tossing the ruined shirt aside, another hand tug on the waistband was all it took to finish off Psi's pants. His crowd went wild watching him waving the shredded denim over his head like a flag. Hips rocked around in a bobbing dance that sent his ass and belly jiggling. Only a stretched bit of red elastic kept him covered, at least around the slightly obscure bulge of his crotch.

"Told ya the skinny ones always end up hung like a bull!"

"Damn, look at that salami! I'm totally going to fuck that ferret."

BBRRRRTTTTT!!

The jeans went flying as Psi reflexively clamped down both hands over his folded ears. Much like his captivated audience, Psi reeled back in cries of alarm at the sudden music's cut into the shrill cry of an air horn. The house lights flashed back on to better illuminate everything in the room. That only made it incredibly creepy for Psi to see Felicia had appeared directly behind the guy that had just declared his desire for coitus.

"Sorry, that level of interaction with my employees was not part of the arrangement." Despite her cheery face and tone, the human visibly shuddered when she placed both hands on his shoulders. "Besides, your allotted time expired two minutes ago. I was rather enjoying our ferret's display as well and could not resist letting it continue a bit longer. Consider it a managers bonus."

The group gave various grumbles of disappointment but filed out of the room in a rather calm fashion. Many of them could not resist giving Psi parting waves and lewd expressions of gratitude for his display, especially the ladies. Felicia surprised Psi by only seeing them to the door and then promptly spun around to approaching him warmly.

"So, how did you like your first gig?"

"That was...something...?" Psi cupped his belly, giving it a few gentle shakes to watch that cream fur jiggle. "How the heck did I get so fat!?"

"Magic stage, of course." Felicia puffed on an e-cig looking unusually nervous as she gauged Psi's reaction. "Well, technically it's a curse. A few years back one of my dancers mocked a warlock about his weight when he tried to con a free lap dance out of her. Long story short all my stages are traps now, even newly built ones. The more people give off in tips, the fatter our performers get."

"So I was right. Wow. That's kind of neat."

Psi was twisting around to admire the full contours of his butt. The skinny ferret tail looked comically out of place atop such a sloshing shelf. It made a slight smile cross Felicia's face watching. Even though the matted fur of his glutes shinned in sweat, he hardly felt that fatigued waving this body around. If anything, he was sorry things had to stop. That dance was ready to go on until next Christmas.

"To be honest, it was far from it at first. Thanks to the magic of the internet, however, we managed to attract an unusual type of niche crowd." Felicia gestured to the sea of money at their feet. "As you can see, people will pay a lot for a live show of skinny people growing huge. I'm working to find a wizard to alter the curse, so it only focuses on specific parts. There's an excellent market for massive breasts or even giant-sized people growths."

"Is it permanent?" A flash of worry came over the wobbling ferret as he shifted weight between chubby legs.

"Only if you want to work here." Felicia gave him a sly wink before taking another drag of vapor. Expression going serious again, she continued, "And no, but the weight fall off is a lot slower than the gain. You'll have to watch your space going around corners and doorways for a few weeks. In the meantime I got clothes outfitted for your sexy new booty in a dressing room along with your check. I'll have these tips collected and taxed for you by the time you're ready to leave as well. Any final questions, Psi?"

Psi gulped, looking down at his belly. Hands gently stroked its distended curve a few times before his focused shifted to his even more spacious backside. Everything squished and moved better than pizza dough to his palms. If anything he felt lighter despite being so big. The cries of his adoring audience still echoed prominently in the back of the ferret's mind, helping reach a decision quickly. Giving both booty cheeks a hard smack, Psi turned to face Felicia with his own smug grin.

"Got any applications I can fill out?"