Selena smiled as she brushed Ian’s fur, humming a little song while her precious kitty sat still, happy to be pampered by his owner. “There you go, kitty”, Selena cooed. “You’re nice and clean, now.” The girl picked Ian up and looked at him. “Woah, geez. You're getting kinda pudgy, Ian”, she said. It was true. Ian had gained a bit of weight since being taken in. His gut had gotten more round, and his rear was now almost as big as Jack’s (which, considering he was the smallest, was a pretty big deal). “That's okay”, Selena giggled as she gave her kitty a hug. “You're still Mommy's precious little kitty-cat”, she cooed as Ian purred in her arms.
 
 
“Selena!”, Trish called out. “We’re heading out, sweetie!”
 
 
“Oh, right!”, Selena said. “We were supposed to go shopping for school clothes this morning!” The girl set her kitty down and kissed his head. “I gotta go for a little while, kitty. You be good, okay?”
 
 
“Mew!”
 
 
Selena gave Ian another kiss and headed out to the van as Ian watched them drive off from the window. With his owner gone with her mother, Jack off with Ash and his friends, Nikki and Scarlet hanging out, and Jackie being treated to dinner by Dominic, that left only Rico and Bryan to play with. Ian loves the toys his owner bought him, but her brothers and sisters were much more fun to play with. Ian hopped down and squeezed out of the cat flap on Selena’s door… and was immediately grabbed by Rico and Bryan! “REEOWWR! *HISSSSS!*”
 
 
“Gotcha, ya varmint!”, Bryan cried as he tried to hold onto Ian’s legs.
 
 
Rico quickly shoved the gooey kitty's face into a foam cup and tied it around his head, while Bryan struggled to tie small bags around his paws. Rico finally got fed up with watching his little brother’s failed attempts at restraining his sister's pet and helped him out. “There! Now you won’t be fucking with us, fuzzbutt!”, Rico said.
 
 
“Yeah, I done had it up to here with you always eating me and scratchin’ at us”, Bryan whined. “Now you won't be munchin’ on anyone no more!”
 
 
Ian whined as he tried to shake the little bags off and attempted to take the cup off, but couldn't with his claws covered.
 
 
Rico grabbed Ian by the tail and punted the kitty down the hall over to Barbara's side of the house! “And stay over there!”
 
 
Ian silently cried out as he flew through the air, landing on the ground with a bit of a *splat!*. He soon reformed, but the bags and cup were still present and he still couldn't remove them on his own. Ian sat there for several minutes trying to get free before he hears some footsteps getting closer. Ian panicked, thinking Stevie was running over to try and play with him and attempted to run for it. However, the hardwood floor combined with the paper bags on his paws made him constantly slide around and fall. The kitty thought he was done for until he felt the cup being pulled off of his face. Ian looked up and saw that it was Andrew, Jack’s friend.
 
 
“Hey there, kitty cat”, Andrew said with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he helped free Ian. He had been bitten by the gooey kitty before and knew the effects of it too well, having been played with by his little brother for several days before it wore off. “You're not that bad of a kitty cat, are ya?”, Andrew giggled as he untied the bags from around Ian’s paws.
 
 
Ian purred as the boy pulled off the last of the bags before rubbing up against his leg.
 
 
“Hehe, I knew you’d warm up to me if I helped you out”, Andrew said as he reached down to pet him… and was quickly bitten in the arm. “No! Bad kitty!”
 
 
Ian snickered as he ran off while Andrew hobbled over, the gooey bite taking little time to work through him. Andrew fell to his knees as he felt weak. “Y-you hairy traitor…” Andrew muttered under his breath. “Wait ‘til I-mmmf!”
 
 
Andrew was quickly silenced as his face was squished up by a small hand… belonging to his little brother, Stevie!
“Heehee! You squish again, bubba!”, the toddler giggled.
 
 
 
 
Ian snickered as he heard the muffled cries for help coming from Andrew before he made it back to his family’s side of the house. “Hmm. If momma's brothers don't want me to chew on ‘em or scratch ‘em up…”, he thought as he sat at the top of the staircase. “I just gotta find another way to play with them…”
 
 
Downstairs, Bryan was sitting on the couch watching cartoons and eating from a bag of chips when Rico hopped over the back of the couch, flattening his little brother under his bubble butt. “Ricoooo!”, Bryan whined as his brother wriggled around to get comfortable. “You’re sittin’ on me!”
 
 
“Yeah I know”, Rico said as he munched on Bryan’s chips. “Just keeping you on your toes, little bro.”
 
 
“Then why ain’t ya gettin’ off?”
 
 
“If anyone else squashed you, they wouldn't be getting off”, Rico said as he ripped a fart on his little brother, causing the younger boy to gag. “You weren't paying attention, so now you gotta face the consequences.” Bryan’s groans were muffled underneath his brother's thick cheeks, but Rico just ground down on him. “Hey, I’m doing this to help you, so shut up. Besides, cushions don't talk.”
Rico remained sat on Bryan for a couple of hours as he flipped channels before running out of chips. “Aw, man.” Rico lifted his rump off of Bryan, briefly chuckling at his butt-print brother before peeling him off the couch. “Hey, I’m out of chips. Go get some more, will ya?”
 
 
“No! You squished me under your fat butt, so I ain't doin’ nothin for ya”, Bryan yelled as he reformed.
 
 
“C’mon, dude. Don't be like that”, Rico said, trying to sound apologetic. “Who’s the one who saved you from getting eaten by Zoey yesterday?”
 
 
“No one, cus I spent all mornin’ in her gut”, Bryan pouted.
 
 
“You sure about that?”, Rico asked. “Because the way I remember it, I stomped on her tongue and got you a bowl of ice cream afterward.”
 
 
“Well… I did have some ice cream…”, Bryan said. “I… I guess I just remembered it wrong.”
 
 
“Yeah, so the way I see it, you owe me a solid anyway”, Rico said.
 
 
“Uh, sure!”, Bryan said as he returned to normal and quickly ran to the kitchen to get some chips.
 
 
Rico waited until his brother had gone and snickered to himself as he sat back. “What an idiot”, Rico laughed.
 
 
Bryan ran up to the pantry door and jumped up, trying to reach the doorknob, and groaned before heading into the cabinet and pulling out a phone book. The boy then hopped up and opened the pantry door to get out a bag of chips… only for Ian to pop out, vaulting himself butt-first onto Bryan! “Mew!”
 
 
“Mmmmff!” Bryan’s cried were heavily muffled by the gooey kitty’s plump butt as he struggled underneath him, his face wedged into the cat boy’s butt crack as his fingers wriggled helplessly on the sides of his cheeks. The boy attempted to lift Ian off of him, barely getting the furry behind an inch off of the ground before his arms failed him, squishing beneath Ian’s greater weight.
 
 
“Nya ha”, Ian snickered. “You're such a wimp. I don't need my claws to show you your place.”
 
 
“You better get offa me!”, Bryan screamed.
 
 
Ian simply purred as he shifted side to side, causing Bryan’s body to squish further as his ass acted as a rolling pin. “You may not be very good as a person, but you make a nice cushion”, Ian mewed. He was glad that the boy could understand him, since he could taunt him without worrying about Bryan telling anyone.
 
 
“I ain't a cushion!”, Bryan screamed as he struggled as hard as he could, but only succeeded in causing Ian's booty to wobble.
 
 
“Mrow” Ian lifted his rump off of the ground and looked behind him, snickering as he saw Bryan plastered to his rear. “You can't even make my butt jiggle that much. I think the outside world is too much for a wimpy dummy like you.”
 
 
“I ain't a dummy!”, Bryan yelled.
 
 
Ian looked back at his butt sticker and smirked. “I think you need a warm, fuzzy new home…” Ian used his tail to peel Bryan off before standing up on his hind legs and grabbed him, rolling the boy up into a cone shape with his front paws.
 
 
“Quit it!”, Bryan helplessly screamed as Ian toyed with him.
 
 
“Hey, where are my chips?”, Rico called out. “You get lost in the pantry or something?”
 
 
Bryan whimpered as Ian placed him down on the floor, making sure that his face was on the wide end and squished onto the ground. Ian then snickered and got back on all fours and turned around before slamming his butt onto Bryan, forcing the boy up his ass!
The buttplug-boy whined as the stench of rotten fish and bad milk immediately hit him while Ian's purring could be heard through the anal walls. “Like your new home?”, Ian meowed as he wriggled his rump.
 
 
“It stinks! Lemme out now!”, Bryan whined.
 
 
“Hmm, I think I caught the gist of that. Did you say…” Ian clenched his cheeks and grunted, letting rip an awful *FFFFRRRRRTTTT!*
 
 
Bryan gagged and mentally coughed as he was assaulted by the foul odor.
 
 
“Nyee hee! Yep. That sounded like exactly what you said”, Ian giggled as he got up and looked at his butt. “Wimpy Wimps belong in my butt, so that’s where you’re gonna stay”, Ian said as he wiggled his rear back and forth. “C’mon butthead. We gotta punish the other one, now.” Ian then headed out of the kitchen, swaying his hips to make his butt jiggle with each step while Bryan's weak whimpers could barely be heard from within.
 
 
Outside, Rico was growing tired of waiting for his brother/lackey and groaned as he hopped off of the couch. “Hey, Bry! Where are my chips?” Rico headed into the kitchen and found the door open and several bags scattered on the floor. “Bry? Did Barb’s kids grab ahold of you?” Rico headed back to the living room, but a long fuzzy thing slapped him in the face. “Ow. What the-?” As he looked up in the doorway, he saw Ian hanging by his claws on the top just before he let go, slamming down on Rico and squashing him to a pancake with a loud *SQUELCH*!
 
 
“Nya ha”, Ian laughed as his buns rippled from the impact. “Your brother’s my cushion, now”, the big butt-ed cat giggled to Bryan, wriggling the boy’s plump furry prison on top of Rico.
 
 
“You stupid-ass cat!”, Rico yelled, heavily muffled by the thick fuzzy buttflesh that was crushing him. “I should have given you to that little brat!”
 
 
“Ricoooo!”, Bryan cried. “He ate me with his butt!”
 
 
“He’s not gonna hear you, Wimpy Wimp”, Ian meowed to Bryan as he let out another rancid fart on the boys, causing both of them to whimper in disgust. “Loudmouth’s pretty funny, so he’s not going in my butt, but you still gotta be punished.”
 
“Lemme go right now, or you’re going down the garbage disposal!”, Rico yelled.
 
 
“Hmm. I know what to do!” Ian ground his rear onto the ground, making sure Rico was forced in his buttcrack before he ran off, pulverizing him between his cheeks with each step. “Mama’s gonna love it!”
 
 
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“Ian!”, Selena called as she opened her door. “I’m home, kitty!”
 
 
“Mew!” Ian cried out as he hopped out from under a pile of clothes, his appearance causing Selena to gasp. He was wearing the cute little sailor costume that Selena had made for him, having squeezed in despite having grown too fat for it a couple of weeks ago, the little shorts would have been close to ripping if his flesh wasn’t so soft, so it would take a while to remove them.
 
 
“Ian! You dressed yourself! But I thought you hated that costume”, Selena said as she picked Ian up. “You look so adorable, Ian”, she cooed as she cuddled with her kitty, causing him to pur.
 
 
Ian smiled as he continued purring while his “Mama” hugged him, completely oblivious that her brothers were being contained by her precious kitty’s behind.