Poppy, unlike many other catboys, didn't like dinner time with his owner. He slouched at the kitchen table, staring down wonderfully home cooked meals, sighing and refusing to eat unless his owner personally fed it by hand.
 
 
 
 
 
Recently, he was extra picky, even turning down perfectly made steamed salmon, which although his tummy rumbled for it, he never quite got himself to eat. '.. Hmph, I don't wanna..' He'd pout, his tail sagging on the seat while his ears drooped. Brody, his owner, would give him half-patient smiles, scooping bits of it into a spoon and letting it onto the boy'd tongue for him to gulp with ease.
 
 
 
 
 
This had been a tradition for almost every day, 8 months since he was adopted. Poppy would never touch his food in the sight of his owner, but over time, it seemed, he would eat by himself if he were not home, given he was absolutely famished. Brody asked online for other catboy owners, trying to find out what the problem was. None came up, prompting him to make his own assumptions.
 
 
 
 
 
Brody wasn't exactly an expert on catboys, but he did understand Poppy. After all, wherever he went, the 4'9 boy with a playful tail followed, always interested in what he was doing. Did he just like his attention? Or did he really not like to eat? Regardless, Brody hated seeing the boy so slim. He wanted him, as he knew he was always hungry, hearing his gut rumble when they cuddled, to be fed well, but didn't know how if he kept having to spoon feed him.
 
 
 
 
 
He wanted, as a single, student loan debted man, only the best for his pet. He tried to find something that would work, anything online to help. Live animals were too expensive, too little in meat, and Brody simply didn't want to see that. Nothing, barring human prey, seemed to fulfill his natural desires without being too inefficient.
 
 
 
 
 
Over two days, he printed or drew up his own advertisements on sheets of plain paper. Pin ing them up on pinboards across the campus, he hoped some equally deadbeat student would see the little picture of him and Poppy together and wish he could be mulched inside him. It only took a day before he got an answer from a fourth year, nearing dropout colleague in his courses.
 
 
 
 
 
The two chatted back and forth, Brody explaining Poppy's quirks and how exactly he ate, thought and played with him. A plan, although very, very hopeful, was hatched. Brody thought, that if he could both feed him a big piece of salmon and pet him all about, he would be too distracted to notice, as he often would be, a slurping from between his thighs, swallowing his volunteer whole.
 
 
 
 
 
Today, he came, and the two carefully snuck through the dorm room. Brody hid his short term friend, jingling a little bell for Poppy to come and eat. He hopped off the bed, ears in airplane mode as always, pulling off his look of defeat as he dawdled down to the table. Today, it was arranged a little differently. It was turned a different way, Poppy had a new, pretty plastic cup, and his chair was replaced by a round, cushioned stool.
 
 
 
 
 
Poppy looked around, tilting his head around as he observed it all. '..Wuh-.. Whys all it different?..' he'd question, going to plant himself on the stool. It felt soft on his bottom, encouraging him to not question anything. The volunteered student, hiding behind an Ikea shelf, leaned his head out as he heard the catboy sit down.
 
 
 
 
 
'Well, it's a special occasion! See, I got a special kind of salmon today... It's so soft, meaty, and warmed just right, all for you..!'
 
 
 
 
 
Poppy's head tilted the other way in etching motions, confused. It looked the same, but his owner would never lie. 'Huhmph-..', came his disappointed, though slightly enticed response. He leaned in, giving it a sniff as Brody came up to his side. He pointed to it, pushing a piece around. At the same time, he motioned for his soon-to-be prey to inch closely behind.
 
 
 
 
 
'See? It's special this time. They caught it just for your special little tummy...!'. Brody hoped strong as Poppy seemed an inch more delighted. He poked the pink fish as his owner's hands wrapped around him, one arm on his back as its hand wrapped around him, rubbing up and down on his belly.
 
 
 
 
 
'..Mhmn~.. Are you.. You rubbing my tummy to make it feel nice inside..? I.. I don't wanna fish today.. It-.. People food is so boring..'
 
 
 
 
 
He looked almost sad with the statement draining from him. Brody's head leaned to his shoulder, knelt down to reach just above his sitting height. While one hand kneaded, the other went under his thigh, leading the first hand to pull down his boxers a bit. Brody repeated this on the other side until they slid off his little thighs, laying on the floor.
 
 
 
 
 
Poppy was so full of conflict that he hardly noticed. Brody's hand rubbed his back while the other probed his belly, smiling as his ears twitched up a little. '..I like you petting me.. So big..- Thank you..' His back straightened, wanting more to do with his owners stroking of his body than eating his food.
 
 
 
 
 
'Hey, how about we both have some special fish? I like it a lot!... But, 'cause I'm having some too, that mean's you need to swallow it up without my help..'
 
 
 
 
 
Poppy's wince of joy slumped again. When, if ever, there was a food he enjoyed, he swallowed it with ease, but when it came to less extravagant, costly, or healthy food, he didn't have the same enthusiasm. 'Umnph,.. Do I gotta?..' the catboy asked, looking over to his owner with dissatisfaction.
 
 
 
 
 
'Well, if I have my own spoon..' He said, holding a regular spoon he took out just for the occasion in hand, holding it to him, 'then, I can't hold yours, silly.' From across the table, he brought the spoon, one slightly larger, that he used to feed the boy, passing it to him. A trembly hand reached towards it, going to hold between his owners by interlocking his fingers. Brody let the spoon into his hands as he stared at it.
 
 
 
 
 
'...Ouf-, Okay... It's soo much though, do I have to?...'
 
 
 
 
 
Tilting his head at the plate, he watched the warm fish, giving quick blinks. 'Just one spoonful, and I'm sure you'll love it..~'. Poppy was sitting with his rounded rear just at the end of the stool. His balls, warm on the cushion, weren't even felt by the dull creature, more concerned about needing to eat all by himself.
 
 
 
 
 
Turning behind, he signaled for his partner to come closer as Brody's hand rested on Poppy's tailbone. At the same time, he was preparing for the two to eat the fish together. '..Here, how about I go first?' He'd say, then putting the smaller portion in his own mouth, pretending it was the best thing in the world. 'Now, you go! You've got this, you're a big boy.'
 
 
 
 
 
So trembling and struggling to keep a hold of himself, Poppy took the spoon up as Brody scooted back. He rubbed just above Poppy's tail, causing him, with the same instincts as a cat, to lift his rear up, spreading out a rather gaping catboy bottom. Taking their chance now, Poppy lay the spoon on his tongue as the man behind him squeezed inside, popping himself into his unaware hole.
 
 
 
 
 
'That's it.. Good boy!' Brody cheered, putting his hand under his jaw, rubbing it sweetly until it was shut. The spoon was pulled out, and with a big breath, and a plenty big gulp, he swallowed hard, Brody's hand tracing it as it fell into his belly. At the same time, squeezed deep underneath Poppy's sagging tail, was his meal to be, rubbing and loving all over his insides.
 
 
 
 
 
As he felt the fish descent, a big, warm feeling came from inside. He rubbed his belly, curiously, and unknowingly pushing at it as it expanded, then sloshed with the movement of hands inside. 'Mhmn-.. I kinda like..! It's.. Hah-, special~..' He would turn to his owner, pawing at his chest to request pets, in which he responded by both rubbing his back and the front of his gut.
 
 
 
 
 
'...Such a good, good boy you are Poppy. You were very brave..! Now, how does the special fish feel?'
 
 
 
 
 
The little cat hands played around as his intestines became full of the man's waist. His little rear slurped unknowingly his prey into a certain demise, Brody looking concerned at the scene, unknowing if Poppy would realize. As his legs slurped inside, and his arms sprawled inside his tummy, he knew they were fine. His hands traced along the figure growing in his belly, that squirmed and sloshed with a churning motion.
 
 
 
 
 
At last, his tail began to wriggle, softly in the air. Brody's hand stroked his ears as they perked slightly up. They both smiled for entirely different reasons. As his tight intestines processed the man inside, he moved slow, pushing his hands around. Poppy's hungry gut began to gurgle, having already melted the fish, but thinking it was still there because of how abnormally full he felt.
 
 
 
 
 
'Mhng, I'm full!.. I wanna snuggle with youu.. Please?..'
 
 
 
 
 
Brody couldn't let him down. He went to scoop at his ass, lifting it up from one side and his arm under his legs from another, leaving his stretching back placed deep into Brody's face. He sat down, holding Poppy from his waist, and slowly planting him on his lap. His tail flapped about, and his gut sat nicely in both of their legs, with the sloshing, grinding meal inside groping at his silly guts.
 
 
 
 
 
Brody pet at his hair, while kneading one hand around to his churning pot. It tightened around, a feeling that was almost orgasmic to Poppy as he wobbled into place. He slumped down into his owner's shoulder, taking a big sigh as his gut lay heavy and boiling on his thighs.
 
 
 
 
 
'Mhmnh-.. Fish was so nice.. I like it..'
 
 
 
 
 
Brody was, out of sight from his beloved catboy, absolutely pumped with accomplishment. 'I thought you didn't like fish?' he questioned with his hands groping soft at the digesting figure of the man inside as it churned. While his hands trickled down his gut, gurgles and glorps softly came from its bottom, feeling the urge to digest.
 
 
 
 
 
'.. Noo! I really, really like it! Poppy's a good boy...!~'
 
 
 
 
 
Brody's member was pressed into his pants as Poppy's bottom sat directly on it. A deep gurgle erupted, and it throbbed hard. His hands ran deep into the slowly tightening gut, rubbing faster in circles as it sloshed. Poppy played around too, rubbing unorganized onto the surface of his guts, sometimes pawing at his owner's hands.
 
 
 
 
 
'Your dinner looks very nice in you-.. I bet if you eat your fish all the time, you'll be full all the time..!'
 
 
 
 
 
The thought, that if he ate dinner reasonably, he would be full, had never come to Poppy. He connected the dots in his head, and wiggled on his owner's muffled cock. 'Yeah!.. I like being full!' he replied in a bubbly tone, his gut growling all the way through. It constricted hard, the deeply pressed hands inside still rubbing. The stretching feeling in his belly became even more intense the tighter it got.
 
 
 
 
 
Brody reached for a toy to distract Poppy as he gently slipped down his pants. A little yellow mouse with a bell on the end dangled by a string in front of his face as a warm, encompassing feeling filled his rear. Brody didn't move, not wanting to fill up his pet, but being edged on so much by every rumble that ran down his gut.
 
 
 
 
 
While Poppy swatted at the toy, frustratingly whipping just out of reach, his owner rubbed furiously on his belly with the other hand. It squeezed, churned deep, and tightened again, before with one bellowing churn, it collapsed, crushing its prey. Poppy, letting a soft belch out while still playing, wobbled on Brody's shaft as his little gut crunched. It felt full, but simply more soft and comfortable. He wiggled it out, feeling like a water balloon full of small, bulging sticks.
 
 
 
 
 
Brody rubbed deep as his pet's gut worked down the bones of his meal. His soupy belly, composing of liquified meat, gracefully gulped into his intestine in heavy pumping chugs. As Brody, firm rod packed into the boy's ass, was heavily distracted, Poppy caught the mouse, holding it between his lips and turning to look at his owner.
 
 
 
 
 
'Look! I got a mouse!' he cheerfully bragged, dropping it on the couch beside Brody. 'Ahmn-, uh, good job, sweetie..!' He'd reply, rubbing deep into the packed gut, feeling it clink and crunch. Poppy's belly wobbled as his bowels filled, melting whatever made their way inside within seconds. His thighs grew immensely as his metabolism never had so much meat in his life to deal with. Groaning deep, his body vibrated, purring in accomplishment, and the natural feeling of digesting live prey.
 
 
 
 
 
The little cat, whose gentle collar was slipped off, snuggled into his owner for a moment. His belly full of bones glorped, squeezing hard as they too smelted into soup. Now, all that was left was a packed stomach full of stew, and a heavy layer of fat, which rolled and layered sweet on his thighs. Brody's hands groped through it, wobbling the boy's gains as his throbbing shaft was pleasured by his swelling ass.
 
 
 
 
 
'Mhmn-, My body feels so full of fish.. Um, can I try eating an alive thing sometime..? Fish is nice but my tummy needs more full...'
 
 
 
 
 
His owner scoffed, chuckling to himself as his hands groped the boy's powerful gut. 'Yeah, sometime, I promise. You've got a very strong tummy, sweetheart.. I bet you could digest a whole person in no time...' He'd announce to his query, his hands probing at the remnants of his prey, covered by a fatty gut.
 
 
 
 
 
It gulped and groaned as his insides tightened around its meal, swirling and churning deeper by the second. His ass jiggled every movement he made, and his ears flopped nicely down, relaxed and full. He wiggled on Brody's cock, stretching his body with a long moan, before slouching into his embrace.
 
 
 
 
 
'Uogh-.. Sleepy... Is it bedtime?..'
 
 
 
 
 
Brody pet his sweet kitty, kneading through his hair. His fat gut bloated heavy with meat as layers padded his ass, overflowing on top of his owner. Brody struggled to wrap his hands around his sides, tugging as much as he could to get his stuffed-in cock slipped out from his hole. Poppy was flush with passion, but only from what he was aware of, being all the little touches and the feeling in his gut as it grinded down further.
 
 
 
 
 
The small catboy sat patiently, gut full of churning slush and bubble butt, plush to the touch, planted on his owner's legs. His little sweater was baggy and stretched nicely over his churning gut, which gulped deeper into his bowels. His balls bloated and his chest rose, his nipples pushing out as he stretched with his arms in the air, watching with a loving smile as Brody, his cock twitching heavy, stumbled to his feet.
 
 
 
 
 
'..You look ready for bed, sweetie. C'mere..!'
 
 
 
 
 
Brody held Poppy's hand in his as he moved down to their bed, shutting off the lights as he waddled close behind, afraid of the dark. His ass sloshed heavily, stretching his already loose pants, which held an unknowingly throbbing member. Bulges in his gut slurped down and digested while layers padded his sides.
 
 
 
 
 
Sitting on the bed, Brody undressed him, unable to find anything that would fit, so simply left him nude, so that his aching body wouldn't feel too tight. Poppy's grabby arms reached for him as he got down to his boxers, spooned into his arms with his fattened gut, which pinched in rolls towards his navel, pushed up at his throbbing boxers.
 
 
 
 
 
The man rubbed through his ears, toying with his bouncy hair in one hand and grasping full at his bottom with the other, feeling his hand sink deep inside before meeting anything firm. Poppy's tail wagged around, flailing randomly on the bed, pattering at the mattress while Brody, tired already, dozed off. He had already forgotten why Poppy was so big, but Poppy had no idea anyways. He was just happy to cuddle, and even had a hard time remembering what they did together before getting in bed.
 
 
 
 
 
The next morning, the two sat at the table, ready for breakfast. Leftover fish, as it seemed, was Poppy's new favourite, as for Brody's amazement, he nipped at it, mouthing pieces and swallowing them whole, all by himself. His gut was so full of fat, sloshing when Poppy bent over, that he didn't even notice his gut getting any more full, because so much weight rested on it anyways.
 
 
 
 
 
Today, they'd go shop for some new fitting clothes, Poppy in tow by his pretty collar, swaying his tail as its paunchy, layered cake beneath stuck out with such pride that almost anyone walking by would be staring. 'Good boy...' He'd be reminded, not even knowing what it was he did so well, but Brody kept remembering every time he rubbed his gut, kneading through his pudge with love.