Kind Of A Cat Person-Part 1

Awhile ago, someone asked me why my watermark is a "cat woman."  I guess I'm just kind of a cat person.  =^.^=

UPDATE: I wrote a quick little story to go with this picture, and touched up the image itself a bit, too.  Hope you enjoy it!  There may be more parts to come if folks are interested!

It was cold outside and master had gone on a long trip.

Max had never really had a great sense of time, though.  To keep things simple, she had always categorized "time" into the usual events that happened on a daily basis.  These categories included wake up time, breakfast time, nap time, snack time, second nap time, lunch time, third nap time, optional-pre-dinner snack time, dinner time, dessert time, play time, and sleep time.  And these almost always depended on master.

When master woke up, Max woke up.  Then he would feed her breakfast.  That usually included whatever he decided to have that morning, and that usually happened to be whatever the nice, young red-haired woman who was usually in the kitchen or cleaning the house was preparing for that day.  Her name was Sarah.  Master never prepared his own food, but he and Max always ate well.  Breakfast was sometimes ham and eggs, sometimes omlets and toast, sometimes pancakes, sometimes really flat pancakes called "crapes," and sometimes really fancy things that Max didn't really have a name for.  It had always been kind of hard to remember everything that they had for breakfast.  But it was always good.

Then master would go into his office where he would spend the majority of the day (how boring), and Max would curl up in master's bed for a nap until snack time.  The snack was usually small, included a fruit or a veggie, and always left Max somehow feeling more hungry than she was before she ate.  She would always ask master for more, saying, "Please, please, please, can I have some more food?"  But he would always smile, say no, give her a pat on the head, and tell her that she would get lunch in about an hour.   Sometimes, if she made her eyes really big and pretty, arched her back just so, and pushed her boobies up into the air, master would unlock the pantry and come out again with
a piece of chocolate: a small rectangle in a blue wrapper that fit in the palm of his hand.  But he would always shut the pantry up tight right afterward.  Max thought that there must be about a million chocolates in there, because master never once went into the pantry for chocolate and came out saying, "Sorry, Max.  We are all out of chocolate.  All gone."

If only she could get into the pantry, then she would probably never be hungry again!

Lunch usually came right before her tummy got REALLY hungry, though, so that was okay.  Again, master never made the food--it was always whatever the nice lady Sarah was making.  It was usually something like a turkey sandwhich and chips, a salad with lots of meat and cheese and veggies and dressing, or soup, or something else really good.   Max would happily eat until she was pretty full--not FULL full, but pretty full.  Then she would get sleepy and go back to the master's bed while he went into his office doing whatever it was he did in there.

Sometimes Max would wake up from third nap time and it would feel like she hadn't eaten in forever!  Those times were especially miserable, and she would have to go into master's office and ask, and ask some more, and sometimes even start hugging him tighter and tighter until he would laugh and say, "Okay, Max.  I know you're hungry.  Let's get you another chocolate.  But just one.  You don't want to spoil your appetite before dinner."  Max didn't ever really understand what that meant, because she always had an appetite no matter what--it was just that sometimes it was bigger than other times.  And she had never been unable to eat, no matter how many chocolates she had.  But had she ever had more than one?

Dinner was always the biggest and best.  Well, maybe second best, but that part will come later.  It was any one of endless possibilities: spaghetti, hamburgers, fish, steak, fried chicken, noodles, huge bowls of soup, anything and everything!  After dinner was usually when Max felt the closest to being full, and she loved that feeling.  When she was finished with the main course, she would lift her plate or bowl up to her mouth and start to lick the dish clean.  Master would always say something like, "Max, that's not how we behave at the dinner table."  But then she would make her eyes really big and pretty again, master would laugh, and she would go back to cleaning every last morsel from her plate or bowl.

Master was always funny like that, especially recently.  She had never really had to follow rules for as long as she could remember (though, to be honest, Max didn't know how long she actually remembered), but all of a sudden, she had to do things like wear clothes out in public, use a napkin, and all kinds of other things.  None of them were really hard, so Max didn't mind... even though she would really rather be naked all the time than wear shirts, blouses, skirts, dresses, and all those other things.  Master almost let her be naked for the whole day once, but then when she came down for breakfast, Sarah saw Max from the kitchen and her face turned bright pink!  Sarah stared at Max for a long time before Master told Max to go and put on some clothes.  He said Sarah was embarrassed, but Max thought she saw her smiling.

Taking off clothes usually happened right before bed, but NEVER before dessert.  THAT was the best part, because even though Max would be as full as she had ever felt all day, she would get to eat MORE after dinner, and it was usually something amazing like ice cream, a milkshake, or a piece of cake with chocolate ALL OVER IT.  Sometimes master complained about the ice cream when he would eat it too fast, saying that it gave him a headache, but Max usually wolfed down her two scoops in one or two big slurps and she never had anything like that happen.  Maybe it's because master is a boy, and girls are immune to that kind of thing?

After dessert, it would usually be almost dark outside, and Max always felt strangely energetic, like a spring all wound up and ready to launch into the air.  Every night she would race master to the bedroom and get naked, sending her boobies joggling and bouncing every which way, and letting the air of the house course between her bare legs.   Sometimes master would tickle her, or let her chase a weird, bright red thing that was there but not, and would always appear from nowhere and disappear into nowhere.  She never really kept track of time before now, but she found out that sometimes, when she was feeling really energized, she would play for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES.  Then it was time for bed.

But this morning, master was gone on a long trip.  Max wasn't sure how long he would be gone, but he said he was leaving for most of the winter.  Max was sad.  Very sad.  She couldn't remember master ever being gone for that long, or missing him so much when he had been gone.  And it was only the first morning.

Truthfully, Max was feeling things about master that she didn't understand.  When she looked at him, she used to see just a very tall, very slender man with tan skin and dark hair.  Now, she was noticing things.  The place where his neck met his shoulders.  How the top of his arms round out and ripple slightly before the elbow--was that muscle?   How his back was angular in some places and curved in others.  How his legs met his back in tightly packed spheres of... goodness.  And his front, his stomach, his chest, his...

Even as she rolled over in bed, she felt a wetness forming between where her legs met.  Her nipples felt tight and swollen at the same time.  Her cheeks were flushed.  And she was very hungry.

She went downstairs after putting on a shirt and some slitted short shorts and discoverd that Sarah had made breakfast.  No wonder she was hungry!  The smell of bacon, eggs, and toast filled the air.

Sarah saw Max had come down the stairs and she gave a slight smile.  Her cheeks reddened.  "Oh, good morning little Maxie.  Just in time for breakfast.  Where's master?"  Her forehead wrinkled and she made a gesture of slapping her forehead.  "Oh yeah, that's right.  He's out for the winter.  Silly me.  I made enough breakfast for the two of you without even thinking.  Hope you're hungry today!"  Little Maxie was.

Max greedily shoveled in a double portion of eggs, toast, and two dozen slices of bacon.  She could hardly believe there was so much bacon!  Sarah never made this much just her Max and master.  But she said nothing about this, mostly because she was too occupied with stuffing her face to form a coherent sentence.  Sarah carried on a one-sided, idle conversation about the weather and her weekend and all kinds of other things.

Wow.  This is what being full is like?  Max burped after she had performed her post-meal, plate-cleaning ceremony and rubbed her tummy.  It was round and puffed up like a basketball, tight as a drum.  It pushed out even further than her boobies, and ballooned up under her shirt, making it look like a strange, rounded tent.  She tried to suck it in, but failed to produce any result except another burp.  Oh, she felt so warm and sleepy.

Sarah smiled and her cheeks were still red.  "Maxie, Maxie.  Master put me in charge of seeing that you're taken care of while he's gone.  I think it's usually nap time after breakfast, isn't it?"

Max nodded, a contented grin spreading across her face.

Max's head barely hit the pillow before snack time came.  And instead of just fruit and veggies, there was a whole tray of meat and cheese!  Even though Max still felt kind of full, she dove into it, stuffing her tummy fuller bit by bit until she thought she might pop.  But she never did.  She felt FULL full now.  And even though she had probably eaten more before lunch than she ever had, she still wasn't COMPLETELY full.  Her belly pushed out further, the basketball shape within her shirt slowly inflating to the upper limits of what would be allowed on an official court.  Then the food was gone, the plates were clean, Sarah moved on to other duties, and Max lumbered up back to master's bed for second nap time.

Lunch was much like breakfast: an overblown meal of pizza with portions large enough for two, and Sarah apologetically tried to pass off the excess as habit.  Max didn't even think about it--she just ate.  Her basketball stomach grew to accomodate the huge amount of crust, cheese, meat, and other goodies that topped the pizza--soon it graduated to the size of a small beach ball.  Her t-shirt rode up so that pale, pink flesh peeked out from beneath it.

The pattern continued, and third nap time was actually interrupted by Sarah proffering not one, but two of the chocolates normally provided by master in the afternoon.  Max gladly consumed them in bed and continued to slumber.

Dinner contained the same double portions.  A meal of prime rib was set before her, complete with mashed potatoes, asparagus, roasted vegetables, and horseradish.  It was a delight.  An absolute delight.  The beachball increased from that of a child's to one approaching beach party status.  Her stomach sloshed with digesting food, hanging over her upper thighs and completely obscuring her slitted short shorts.  More than once, she groaned with pleasure and rubbed herself.  Sarah blushed furiously as she watched from the kitchen, unnoticed.  By the time dessert came, Max had slouched into a half-recline, lazily spooning creme brulee down her gullet until all courses were had, all desserts were eaten, and all dishes were licked clean.

Sarah reluctantly took her leave, and went down into the basement where her living space was located.  The sun was setting, and the usual, odd energetic feeling swept over Max like the first burst of warm water from a shower.  She wasn't sure what she would do without master to play with her.  Then something caught her eye.

It was something shiny.  Very shiny.  Just sitting there on the kitchen counter, waiting for someone to bat it around and make it twinkle in the westering sunlight.  Then she knew what it was.  It was a key.  But not just any key.  It was THE key.  The key to the pantry.  The key to a million chocolates.  The key to not being hungry ever again.

She leaned forward and hoisted herself up to her feet, the contents of her stomach swaying with her as she caught her balance.  Wow.  Was this what it was like to be full?   Like REALLY full?  She could almost feel every bite she had eaten that day churning in her gut, being slowly digested.  But there was no time to be distracted by these new sensations when such a momentous occasion had arrived.  She had this key to deal with.

Max held it in her hand and just looked at it.  Its edges sparkled in the light of the kitchen and dining room.  Could such a simple thing have separated her from this craving all along?  Could all of her hunger be solved by something so small?  She waddled over to the pantry door to find out.

Click.

The key not only fit, but it turned.  And the door opened with a subtle creak.  Motion sensing lights flicked on overhead, and like a spotlight, they showcased the star of this whole production: CHOCOLATE!

Shelves upon shelves.  Boxes upon boxes.  It was no wonder master had never run out.  He had a never-ending supply!  In fact, from where she stood, she couldn't even see the end of the pantry.  But now that she looked at what was behind that locked door, could she really call it a pantry?  No, this was a hall.  A hall of chocolate that disappeared into darkness, a bottomless barrel of pleasure!

Naturally, she unwrapped one chocolate, then another, then another.  She ate rapaciously.  She ate for hours.  Her beach ball belly swelled out further with each empty wrapper.  She had never stayed up THIS late before!  Her eating only slowed when her circadian rhythm demanded that she do so.  The sheer sinful pleasure of chocolate sliding down her throat was what kept her awake for a good while after her body wanted to stop.  But it did stop eventually.  It stopped when she had a chocolate halfway to her mouth as she lay sprawled on the floor, her now rock-concert-sized, beachball belly jutting into the air, bare and pale and pink.  The hand and arm holding the chocolate collapsed in decadent exhaustion, and came to rest wedged between her oversized middle and two generous breasts.

And thus a pattern was established.

Every day she would eat two-person portions.

Every day Sarah would leave the pantry key on the kitchen counter.

Every morning Sarah would find Max asleep in the pantry on a pile of chocolate wrappers, and say nothing.

In a few days, changes began to happen in Max that couldn't be ignored.  Inevitable "fluff" attached itself to her body, as she liked to call it.  Up to this point, since her diet had always been so regimented, Max had a slim figure.  Extremely curvy, but slim.  Her breasts were sizeable.  Definitely a D-cup or larger, though Max didn't keep track of such things (she was fitted once by a tailor, and started wearing whatever was provided by master ever since).  Max's hips and behind were fully fleshed and quite comely.   All that put together with a tiny waist made Max a knockout by human standards, though Max was blissfully unaware.  She did like her body when she thought about it, which was
not often until now.

Now her breasts had exploded in size.  They spilled out of her bra cups in every direction, jiggling and joggling wherever she walked.  She noticed it most on the stairs, and Sarah seemed to notice it too, with that bright, blushing smile that she seemed to care less and less about hiding as the days went by.  Max noticed that her bum had ballooned out too.  All of her undies seemed to bite slightly into the flesh of her glutes now, giving her obvious panty lines whenever she wore pants tight enough to display them, not to mention the blatant camel toe forming from her expanding nethers.  Max paid no mind to these insignificant but growing details.  She was preoccupied by her belly.  What had been flat and firm was now round, soft, and spreading before her like rising dough.  When she first noticed it, she spent the entire day kneading it absentmindedly.  Now, she could not only knead it, but grab it in handfuls, push it, squish it, and probably even hide things in it if she wanted to!  Who would've thought that playing with fat could be so fun?!  She imagined there would be more of it soon.  But how much more?  When would it stop growing?  Or WOULD it stop growing?

It had only been... maybe three weeks?... since master had left on his trip, and there was still a lot of winter left.  What would he think when he got back?  Would he be mad that she ate so much of his chocolate?  Or would he just laugh, and let her have more and more?  Would he like her new, soft body?  Would he get her new clothes?  Or would he just let her be naked all day like she had wanted all along?

A fantastic smell pushed the questions out of her mind.  Sarah must have breakfast ready by now!