Between the immense amount of calories that Kate had stuffed into her stomach and a mounting sense of dread over the coming date, her dreams were troubled as she lay sprawled out on her couch. Her tail flicked fitfully as she dozed, lost in a haze of ice cream induced unconsciousness,  those tubby feline paws resting softly on her visibly swollen belly which drooped gently over her waist, wobbling despite the excessive amount of ice cream her friend Mary had persuaded her to eat. Somewhere in her mind she tried to grasp at the idea of why that had happened. How had she given in so suddenly and willingly to that food?  She didn’t want to get larger. Did she?

“What’s so bad about getting bigger?” 
	The words seemed to form themselves in the murky depths of Kates mind. Her ears twitched at the unspoken words as her minds eye witnessed the shadows in her dreams form themselves into the curvaceous shape of Chelsea.  The chipmunk had gained a bit of weight, at least according to Kate’s subconscious. The chipmunks belly swelled out and sagged low, wobbling against her battlement thick thighs that served to counterweight the enormous rear that spread out behind her.  She had to be at least six hundred pounds of pure jiggling blubber. 
	“It feels wonderful!” The obese chipmunk giggled, hugging her fat arms around her belly and up under those watermelon sized breasts, making them bounce and jiggle in the all too revealing bra.
	“It’s terrible!” Kate moaned in response, her paws waving lazily through the smoky abyss. “Your so out of shape! What will people think when they see your fat butt waddling down the street?”
	“What you mean this?” The chipmunk smirked and turned slowly, confirming the cliche that things dreamt by the dreamer move easily through the dream world, leaving the dreamer to flail around in a molasses like fog. That massive backside rolled into view, a puffy tail flicking and wiggling happily, sending ripples through her cellulite riddled rump. Kate could just see a small band of a thong running along one of those thick rolls. Somehow she’d found a string bikini capable of fitting her massive frame. The overall look was that of a chipmunk that had been forced to eat her way out of a pudding vat.
	“Yes I mean that! People will stare! they’ll laugh and make fun of you!” 
	“So let them. I know I’m sexy! I know I’m hot!” the chipmunk snickered, reaching back to give her rump a wobble. “Why not join me?”
	Kate floated there, transfixed at the sight of those ass cheeks rolling and jiggling, moving like a fuzzy rolled sea of chipmunk blubber before feeling an odd tingling in her belly. She looked down and watched, horror stricken, as her stomach began to bulge and swell.	
	“No! I’m not like you!” She squealed,trying to push down on her stomach as it rose up, thick grey and purple rolls of squishy, doughy flesh oozing between her tubby fingers. She could feel her pants beginning to strain and tear as those massive rump cheeks inflated faster and faster, cresting the point of plump, chubby, overweight and downright obese without any sign of stopping. Her entire body seemed to be expanding faster and faster, her clothes ripping and exposing the soft striped adipose that rapidly pushed its way through the faults created in those ruined garments.
“You’ll get used to it.” Chelsea’s voice rang in her head not unkindly as the felines body continued to swell, bloating out all around her like time lapsed bread dough. She could only watch in stunned horror as her body swelled at a rhythmic, pulsing pace. It wasn’t long before her belly swelled out in front of her like the curve of the earth. It began to droop down, free from any sort of confinement, resting and spreading over her rapidly inflating thighs. She blushed as her backside almost exploded outwards, devouring her plump looking tail like a purple and grey sausage.  As her stomach rose she was treated to the feeling of her melon sized breasts suddenly resting on her stomach before being lifted up into her face, cutting off her view of anything except the immense curve of those mountainous tits and the grand canyon cleft between them that was her cleavage. She struggled to lift her arms, not out of some belief that it might do something to aid her situation but more because it was expected. She felt her arms rise slightly before flopping back down, those marshmallow shaped biceps jiggled and sagged uselessly against her sides, sending yet more ripples through her frame as she floated like some massive blimp. Despite what her protests, she was beginning to enjoy this. On some deeper level a part of her seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being coated in so much warm soft cushioning. Every part of her seemed swathed in a blanket...No not a blanket, a mass of water balloons only infinitely warmer and infinitely softer... No, that wasn’t right either. This was impossible to explain, beyond anything she’d experienced before. It was as though her entire form was basking in pure comfort. Work? That could take a backseat to this wonderful feeling which seemed to grow more and more pronounced as her body continued its unstoppable expansion.
Kate began to rotate slowly like a massive fuzzy planet, her movements hampered by the abundance of pudge coating her entire frame. Her ears twitched as a faint buzzing began to drill its way into her head, growing louder and louder the longer she rotated and fattened until finally the noise became unbearable.
	
“zznrrkkk!?” Kate’s nose made some attempt to function as her mouth while she rose from the depths of the dream and into reality, complete with an uncomfortable pain in her back and the still constant buzzing of the small object on her coffee table. After a few more seconds she was able to identify the object as her phone. She dimly remembered something about setting an alarm on it before passing out. 
4:00pm. Date in 3 hours! Don’t forget!
	
	It took her only a few seconds to run into her room, still remaining aware of the feeling of her body wobbling and jiggling. Her stomach slapped against her thighs ever so slightly and she could feel her thighs pumping, trying to haul her bulk towards her room with the same energy she had when she hadn’t weighed almost as much as two of herself. She was panting while she tossed clothes aside, sending a torrent of multicoloured fabric in the air as she searched throughout the room. 
	How could she have forgotten her date with Dustin?! well...actually it was rather possible. What with the ever mounting worry over her expanded physique. Then again, she was looking forward to this date as something to take her mind of her problems  That plan didn’t seem to be working currently as she was close panic while she searched for the dress she’d specifically picked out for her date. 
	While she tipped pile of clothes off her bed and began to route through it like a pig searching for a truffle, her mind began to unravel the events of recent dream in a more rational fashion. Certainly she had had dreams like that before. She’d been swelled with air, with water and many other things, all followed by  the maniacal laughter of her ex-friend Chelsea. This dream however, had been different. For once she’d felt as though she was enjoying the experience. There had been an odd sort of comfort in being so large and comfortable with herself... No no no! That wasn’t who she was! 

	Kate considered herself the type of cat that was independent and self assured. She was a modern woman and didn’t concern herself with how society saw her. At least thats what she told herself.  Those sentiments were easy to hold when she was by herself and flushed with confidence. Outside among other furs however, it was a different. Those ideals and opinions about her own self worth and abilities would melt like a snowball in hell and reduce her to a self conscious and rather shy feline.  This isn't to say that she couldn’t hold a conversation with anyone. She could hold up her side of a discussion as well as anyone. It was just that...well, she became more aware of her own movements, her own look and personality. It wasn’t uncommon for her to run through conversations she’d had that same day, constantly pouring over everything that was said to see if she’d accidentally said something to embarrass herself. She lived in almost perpetual dread of making a fool of herself in polite company.
	And now here she was, rooting around in a pile of clothes far too small for her, trying to find a dress that she could wear in public that didn’t make her look like a fuzzy balloon. Was she insane? She needed to spend time working out! Dieting! She needed to live like a hermit for a few months until she slimmed back down. So why wasn’t she stopping?
	All of this flew through Kate’s head in the span of a minute, just as long as it took her to find her new dress amidst the detritus of her wardrobe. It wasn’t that badly wrinkled, nothing a quick going over with an iron couldn’t fix. She laid the dress carefully out on her bed and ran into the bathroom, tossing her shirt and pants off into the corner and stopped dead in front of the bathroom mirror, giving her quite softer looking stomach an experimental squeeze. 
	Ever since the realization of Chelsea’s work to fatten her up, Kate had watched her body’s steady transition to pot with a morbid kind of fascination mixed with her natural reaction which was dread. She’d poked and prodded every soft roll and newfound pocket of flab that coated her once lithe frame. Each morning was filled with a series of squeezes, prods and wobbles to the parts of her body that gained weight the fastest. So she was intimately aware of the slightest changes in her size. 
	“It must have been the ice cream.” She said to herself in a quiet voice usually reserved for people skulking around an alien spaceship, hoping not to be noticed.
	Her eyes were forced to look over the damage that her noonday binge had done to her frame. There she stood, clad in only a pair of underwear and an ill fitting bra, watching her body be fat in the mirror. 
	Her stomach hung down a few inches more than usual, almost completely obscuring her crotch. Her sides were bulwarked with a pair of massive love handles that folded easily on her wide hips, giving her the look of having a spare truck tire just under her fur.  Her chubby thighs squished together, almost forcing her to waddle and giving her the sensation that they would chafe together when the weather began to get really warm. She could just make out the curve of her rump as it jutted out behind her, greedily trying to absorb her long tail which was currently curling around behind her. All the while her breasts quivered as she valiantly kept herself from hyperventilating at the sight of a few more inches so quickly added to her fattened frame. Yes, she had definitely gained weight.  
	Once more her mind had a brief struggle over the idea of cancelling the date but at least this was being done while she showered. What would Dustin think about her extra girth? She’d certainly puffed up a bit since he’d last seen her. She doubted he would simply call off the date. He wasn’t that kind of guy. He’d called her several times to ensure that there was actually going to be a date! She didn’t need to worry about that. Even Mary, who’d been literally floored when she first saw Kate’s enhanced frame, didn’t seem too broken up about it. She even helped out by getting her mind off of her weight for a few hours...Granted this did have the negative side effect of actually increasing her weight and thus increasing the problem as she saw it but she didn’t have time to dwell on that at the moment. For now she had to focus getting herself ready. 
	With a rush of newfound determination the portly feline climbed into the shower, letting her problems melt under a torrent of warm water. 
	After a quick dry and combing job, followed by two hours of fretting over the state of her dress and hair, Kate confirmed that she was indeed as ready as she was going to be for the date. The dress had given her a bit of trouble. Her binge in the morning had added a few extra inches to her frame, forcing her to squeeze and wiggle herself into the suddenly more confining fabric. Her bedroom mirror once more did battle with her self image as that she took stock of her situation. She’d purchased the dress in mind for her date and in a rare moment of extreme self assurance she’d ordered it with the idea that she would be a size or so smaller than she currently was. This meant that she was forced to spend a bit of time just pushing her expanded belly into the fabric and only an extreme herculean effort on her part had managed to pull the zipper up on the back. She was constantly aware of the feeling of the soft rolls of fuzzy flab on her back that jiggled and were forced together beneath the dress. It gave her the feeling that she was smuggling jelly rolls. 
	Her round belly stretched the front of the dress, forcing the fabric to outline her stomach in a tasteful shade of red. Her breasts pooched out from the top of the low cut, yet still dignified chest of the garment. This gave anyone who wanted to look the image of enough puppy fat to fill up a kennel exposed on her chest.
	The overall look was that of someone stuffing themselves into a dress far too small if the person looking was being generous. Kate however,  felt as though she was looking at a rather flabby, dumpy looking water balloon being stuffed into a sausage skin. But, what could she do? The date was only in an hour or so and she had no time to purchase anything else. So, with no small amount of trepidation, she called herself a taxi. 
	It was almost six thirty by the time the  taxi finally pulled up. The sun was only just starting to set, giving the sky the brilliant glare that manages to always aim itself right in your eyes no matter what direction you seem to face. Kate had assumed she would be forced to wedge herself into the back of the taxi but even she had to admit that would be a little silly. True she’d gained weight but that didn’t make her a whale. She’d expected the taxi driver to gasp at the sight of her, to check the car's wheels and do a full run down on the taxi’s shocks to ensure that they didn’t break. 
	“Where are we going tonight miss?” The driver, an elderly looking ferret asked.
	“To 222 Sydney street.”  Kate replied, trying to keep from catching the driver in the eye for fear of seeing the look of shock on his face.
	“Righto.”
	The taxi lurched forward suddenly as the driver pulled out from in front of her apartment. 
	“So where are you going tonight?” 
	“What?” Kate almost leapt out of her skin as he popped the question out of thin air.
	“Where are you off to? I mean if you don’t mind talking about it.” He continued
	“Oh just out to a restaurant.” 
	“Out with friends?” He continued. Kate could tell by the tone of his voice that this was the type of middle aged taxi driver that enjoyed talking during the drive. She’d known friends that could give people like that cold shoulder. She’d even watched, mouth agape, as friends would openly tell the driver not to talk the them.  Kate had never mastered this somewhat blunt method of cutting through sections of the social contract.	
	“Something like that. “She said, keeping her voice distant in the hope that he would take the hint.
	“Ahhh see now I can tell.” The weasel grinned at her through the rear view mirror, causing a blush to form on Kate’s muzzle. “It looks to me,  and I don’t mean to pry, that you’re going on a date.”
	Kate’s ears twitched furiously. “What makes you think that?”
	“Well it stands to reason.” the weasel continued, taking a deep breath in the manner of a professor about to explain an hypothesis. “A pretty young thing like you heading out in what looks like a nice new dress. Looking rather bashful and nervous.” He looked up into the mirror once more and looked at her. Kate wasn’t quite sure what was expected of her so she gave a shrug and nodded. Wait..Did he say pretty? Kate could feel that blush assaulting her muzzle once more.
	“Yes yes of course I can see it now. Maybe a young man you met at work?”
	“Something like that.” Kate said, trying to give as non committal an answer as possible. The suddenness of going so quickly from several hours of quiet fretting to a suddenly probing conversation was leaving Kate tongue tied and rather flustered. Her tail was flicking around her legs and she clutched her purse tightly to her chest. 
	“Well I’m sure your date will be knocked dead at the sight of you my dear.”  
	They were passing over a small bridge at this point, forcing kate to turn away from the drivers side of the car and found herself looking into a reflection of herself in the window. For the first time in almost a week she wasn’t immediately drawn to her expanded frame. Instead she found herself looking into her face. She could see the eye shadow she’d put on, how it accented her honey coloured eyes. she’d chosen a brighter shade of lipstick to offset the colour of her dress and her hair shimmered in the light of the soon to be setting sun. The overall effect was that she was granted a brief image of herself looking at her best and for one brief moment her mind was drawn from her problems. The issue of her weight seemed to fall away as she looked at the beauty that was staring back at her in the face. What a fool she’d been to be so hung up over her weight, to be constantly fretting about how others might be viewing her. The judgement of other furs seeme to be a faraway problem at that moment.
	“Miss?” The weasel asked, suddenly breaking the spell that had suddenly enthralled her self confidence.
	“Hmm? Oh! Yes what is it?” 
	“We’re here.” The driver chuckled, leaning over the back of the front seat. “That’ll 17.50.”
	Kate fumbled around in her purse for a few seconds before handing the driver a twenty. The bill was immediately secreted into the drivers coat and making the universally recognized gesture which said “We both know that there was change in there but you’re not about to go asking for it because you’d hate to look like a cheapskate.” and nodded to her as she climbed out of the cab. 
	“Have a good night miss. Knock that fella dead” He chuckled as he sped off, leaving Kate standing on the curb, looking up at the restaurant. 
	Kate had still been rather distraught over the initial realization of gaining so much weight. So she had left the choice of date location up to Dustin. Later, she’d realized that the choice he made would have grave significance over what he thought about her figure. If he had suggested  something like an italian restaurant this would mean that he wasn’t overly concerned with her sudden increase in weight. At the same time, if he’d picked a place that was slightly more intimate it would mean that he might be okay with her body shape but he wasn’t about to be seen with her in the open. This idea didn’t hold much merit but it sat there dwelling in the back of her mind. 
	Each possible outcome in the choice of restaurant would have far reaching consequences and they all fanned out in front of her liked alternate paths in a time line. Some she imagined would end with her going home embarrassed,  others ended in a  the prospect of seeing Dustin again. It all depended on the choice Dustin made. It was likely however, that the feline didn’t share her same sense of urgency in this choice. 
	The final, ultimate, all important decision on where to set this first official date had been made and left Kate standing in front of a relatively new looking restaurant that was called “The Kraken”. No doubt it had been named using the convention that anything named after poetry would be bestow upon the place a unique feeling of class and sophistication. Kate just thought the owner was trying to hard.
	The inside of the restaurant was tastefully decorated, giving off the feeling of warmth and intimacy without feeling too romantic. It felt as though the owners had tried to meld together the idea that people could come and enjoy a good meal with friends. While at the same time it had enough booths and two person tables to ensure that a couple could have dinner together without too much noise around them.
	Kate gave her name to the waitress standing near the door, a friendly looking leopard clutching a pile of menus to her chest. She gave a quick look over a list on the podium she was standing at and disappeared with usual  feline speed around the corner, forcing Kate to catch up as best she could. Despite her confidence in her appearance Kate wasn’t about to risk the structural integrity of her already strained dress. The leopard was standing beside a small table set against the wall, giving her a view of the restaurant which was filled  several other couples.
	“Your table miss.” The waitress said, oozing the calm and warm pleasantness that was required by anyone holding a menu. “The  other fur dining with you tonight called earlier and said he would be running a little late. But he said to go ahead and order without him.”
	“Thank you very much.” Kate said politely, taking one of the proffered menus and began to look it over. It seemed that this place was trying to cater to a variety of tastes. There were numerous different pasta dishes, as well as steak, chicken, burgers and seafood. Kate got the impression that this place was trying to do too many things at once. The idea that they were stretching themselves out into many different directions, much like the kraken the restaurant was named for, wasn’t lost on Kate. She spent a moment silently groaning over the bad attempt at a joke.	
“Would you like to order something while you wait?”
Kate looked over the menu for a few seconds, trying to find something that might appeal to her. “I guess just bring me some bread and an order of these...popper things.” She said, pointing to the menu. The waitress nodded and disappeared, leaving Kate alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t alone very long though as the waitress promptly returned with a large bowl of breadsticks and what looked like a small plate covered in fried dough. 	
	“They certainly are speedy here.” She said as she popped one of those morsels into her muzzle. It was an odd mixture of fried breading and some sort of cheesy sauce mixture inside.  She munched on it thoughtfully before popping another one into her muzzle, then another and another. Her anxiety had started to strengthen her appetite into something that thought nothing of polishing off a few appetizers before the meal truly began.  In less than a minute she’d completed the entire plate and was already waving the waitress over for more.
	“Is this seat taken?”
Kate nearly leapt out of her skin and turned to look up into Dustin’s smiling face.
	Her problems seemed to melt in that moment. The idea that someone could get upset over something so small and inoffensive as a bathroom scale seemed ludicrous to her at that moment when looking up at the warm, yet slightly nervous expression that was plastered over Dustin's face at that moment. 
	“Sorry I’m late.” Dustin pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and sat down, quickly adjusting his tie and jacket. He had apparently gone to great lengths to ensure he looked good tonight. He had the polished and spit shined look of a man exceeding his normal levels of cleanliness and she was sure that running a paw over his arm would create a squeaking sound. His gold fur shone wonderfully in the low lighting of the restaurant, almost forcing a blush onto Kate’s face as she gazed into those emerald eyes. “You look lovely.”
	“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t waiting long. And thank you, you look quite handsome. The suit suits you. “ Kate said, brandishing a smile at him as he looked into her eyes. There was an odd moment of silence as they both examined on another before they both realized what they were doing. Luckily the waitress picked that moment to reappear, armed with a notepad and the kind of smile that made it impossible to tell if they were being sincere. 
	“Are you ready to order?” She asked, ignoring the fact that she’d just watched Dustin sit down. 
	“Oh yes.” Dustin said, winking at Kate before pulling open the menu and glancing at it at random. “ I believe I shall have the l’angoustine with cream sauce. With a coffee to go with it.” 
	“Very good sir.” The waitress nodded, turning to Kate. “And you miss?”
	Kate looked over the odd menu with its shotgun style approach to meal options and finally focused on something that looked vaguely interesting. “I’ll try this combo number three. “She pointed a pudgy finger at the menu. 
	“Very good miss.” the waitress scribbled down the order. “ WIth fries, salad, or soup?” 
Kate looked at the menu, then to Dustin who was still smiling at her and then back up the waitress. Once again there was a myriad of outcomes that existed with this choice.
	“Fries please. With the same to drink.” Kate decided to throw caution to the wind at this point. A salad wasn’t going to make much difference at this point. 
	With a nod the waitress snatched the menu’s out of their paws and disappeared around the corner, leaving them alone.
	“What was the number three three combo?” Dustin asked after realizing that his paws were suddenly empty.
	“I'm not sure exactly. I Think its a combination of two other dishes on the menu... What’s a l’angoustine?” 
	“I’ve no idea.” Dustin chuckled. “I just didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying we need time to order.”
	“Really?” she raised an eyebrow at him. “I would have thought you’d known all about that kind of thing. What with working in a buffet and all.”
	“Well We don’t really sell much of the high class stuff.” Dustin explained. “Typical buffet fare tends to be a little less fancy than...whatever it is i just ordered.” 
	This is going wonderfully. Kate thought to herself with a heavy sigh of relief. she’d been worried about this date for so long. It was nice to know that they were hitting it off so quickly. The conversation continued at a brisk pace. Kate felt more comfortable now talking to Dustin than she’d been all week. It wasn’t long before their food arrived. she couldn’t help but giggle as Dustin frowned over the odd, lobster like dish that was set in front of him. That was nothing however, to the gasp that Kate gave as two massive platters of food were set out in front of her. Apparently the combo’s were designed for larger groups of furs. The number denoted how many furs the food was supposed to feed.  This wasn’t too hard to imagine when Kate found herself looking down at a large platter of hot wings, cheese sticks, nachos and toast points with a spinach dip. The other plate was covered in onion rings, an entire medium pizza and a bowl of what looked to be macaroni and cheese.
	“Woah.” Dustin said, pulling his eyes away from the strange, lovecraftian dish in front of him and looking over the food that was set out in front of Kate. “That all looks really good.”
	Kate blinked suddenly. She had been expecting him to comment on the amount food, not on how appetizing it was. Then she remembered, he worked at a buffet. He probably saw this kind of thing all the time at his work. A fur with a heavily laden plate was nothing out of the ordinary for him.
	“it certainly does.” Kate said for lack of anything better to say and reached a paw down, tugging free one of those breaded chicken strips and gave it an experimental nibble. This nibble turned into a chomp as she devoured it in short order. The only food she’d eaten that day had been ice cream, quite a lot of ice cream in fact but that was nothing to the food spread out in front of her.  She tore into the second chicken strip, then another and another, liberally dunking them in the sauce provided before moving onto the next sample of food. She crunched down a few of the onion rings, licking grease from her lips, giving a soft purr at just how wonderful it felt to eat. She was losing herself in another binge, she could feel it. It didn’t seem to matter though. She rampaged through those platters with reckless abandon. she each hot wing clean in matter of seconds, suckling the sauce off each chubby finger with a relish and pleasure that would be hard to top.  
	Dustin watched, entranced as Kate worked over the food with an passion he’d never seen during all the time  he’d worked at the buffet. Few furs attacked food with such pure delight. Kate seemed to not just enjoy the food but really experience it. She bit the cheese sticks in half, nibbling at the long strand of cheese that linked both ends of the crunchy battered treat. A look of complete contentment was plastered over her muzzle as she gorged herself on everything her order had to offer. 
	Kate finally managed to look up at one point during her binge, noticing the look on Dustin’s face. She could feel a blush pushing through the grease and bits of food that were still clinging to her whiskers and chubby muzzle. 
	“Mmphh..something wrong?” She asked, wiping her muzzle with a napkin.
	“Oh nothing at all.” Dustin replied dreamily, looking over the remains of half the food that lay in front of the tubby feline.
	With a stifled burp Kate leaned back a bit, feeling her dress groan loudly as she surveyed the damage. She’d managed to demolish most of the food that was set in front of her. Only the pizza and nachos had managed to survive her initial gorging.
“Sorry about that.” Kate said, blushing as she tried to keep as still as possible. Her dress felt as though it had been painted onto her body. She could feel her stomach bulging out in front of her and the zipper down her back seemed perilously close to unzipping itself.
“Sorry for what?” Dustin asked, genuinely puzzled.
“You know...for eating so much.” 
Dusting shook his head. “Why would that be a problem? You were hungry so you ate.I 
don’t see anything wrong with that. If you’re hungry you should eat.”
	Kate blushed again as he spoke.  Her stomach started to growl once more, renewing a gnawing hunger that she wasn’t aware had been laying dormant in her belly for the past few hours. she spooned a liberal helping of mac and cheese into her muzzle, licking her lips hungrily as Dustin leaned forward, slowly pushing the bowl closer. Thus minimizing the time it took Kate to pull more food into her muzzle. Spoonful after healthy spoonful was shovelled into her muzzle and it wasn’t long before the bowl had fallen to her ravenous appetite. She looked up just in time to see a large bowl of noodles in alfredo sauce being placed in front of her. 
	“Mmphh?” She asked, her muzzle filled with half of a slice of pizza.
	“Oh i figured you might want something more. It doesn’t look like those platters will be enough.”
	Normally Kate would have blushed at the implications of this or looked for some hidden meaning but that part of her mind had shut down at the moment. She was hungry, she was with a guy she had a crush on and now here was piles of food in front of her just waiting to be consumed. She simply nodded a bit before polishing off that next slice of pizza.  As she gorged she was vaguely aware of the feeling of her stomach pushing out in front of her, making that dress train and groan as the seams began to stretch to their limits. Just when all hope seemed lost for those poor stitches her zipper made a valiant sacrifice and began to unzip itself. It slid down as her stomach stretched and spread out, slowly at first, but slowly picking up pace as the pizza disappeared and she started in on the pasta, slurping down the noodles and creamy sauce in thick hungry mouthfuls.  
	All the while Dustin watched on in stunned silence. He was transfixed, his gaze locked upon this plus sized feline that sat in front of him, devouring anything he set in front of her. His own food had been forgotten long ago. Now the only thing that mattered was keeping this gorgeous full figured feline happy. As the last of the pasta vanished Kate leaned back heavily, forcing that zipper down completely and exposing her back rolls as they wobbled and squished against the chair she was now beginning to overflow out of.
	“Mmmmm!” Kate moaned, licking her fingers happily, trying to get the sauce from between each finger. “So good!” She purred.
	“How about dessert?” Dustin almost shouted, his tail was flicking and coiling around him madly now.
	“Oh I think I’d have some room for dessert.” Kate giggled, letting out a small burp just as Dustin got up and dashed off to find the waitress. What a wonderful evening this was turning out to be.
	“I tell ya man you should have seen it.” 
	Kate’s ears perked up a bit at the oddly familiar voice. It sounded like it was coming from around the corner.	
	“Really?” 
	“Yeah man. This cat polished off four cones. Plus the biggest wafflecone we had.” 
Kate froze mid lick as she heard that. Was he? Could it be... oh no. It was one of the employee’s from the ice cream store. 
	“Yeesh those things are huge!”
	“I know and  she ate the whole thing! This cute vixen was just handing them to her. Letting the cat stuff her fat face. 
	“Ugh! Man i’m trying to eat!” 
	“Yeah I almost lost it right then and there. I mean you should have seen it. Belly sticking out, sitting on her stomach like jello. Her tits  all big and swollen. Hips out to here!”
	“Hah jeez. How could someone do that to themselves?”
	“I don’t know. You should have seen her ass! it was massive! probably takes up a whole couch when she sits down.”
	Kate tilted her head down towards the table as a wave of humiliation slammed into her. His description was accurate. It had to be. She was an enormous flabby blimp of a feline. Nothing she could do would stop that.  With a whimper she looked over the ruined remains of the meal that she’d just consumed. How many pounds would she pack on from this? How many more would she pack on the next time? It wouldn’t be a question of how she’d manage to break her next resolution to diet. It was a matter of when.
	“I couldn’t find a whole cake so i got a sampling.” Dustin said happily just as Kate dashed past him, almost knocking him on his back and sending the platter of cake slices flying. “Kate?!” He shouted to the retreating image of Kates back, dress dangling open and showing off her bra strap being consumed by those back rolls. “Wait!”
	Kate tugged at her dress, cursing under her breath as she felt the fabric groaning and resisting her clumsy attempts to zip it back up. She ran outside into the cool night air and looked around helplessly for a cab. She needed to get home. Needed to crawl under her bed and die.
	“Kate!”
	“Oh no.” Kate groaned and turned to see Dustin running out of the restaurant, spinning in a circle as he looked for her before finally setting his eyes on her and running over to her. 
	“What happened Kate? Are you okay?” 
	“I’m sorry Dustin but i have to go.” Kate said, turning and walking off down the sidewalk, trying in vain to keep the sides of her dress up.
	“But why?” Dustin asked as he moved to catch up.
	“Why? why?! Look at me Dustin!” She wailed. “ I’m a blimp! A fat cow! i’ve been stuffing my face like a christmas ham all evening! I shouldn’t be out like this! I should be at home overflowing a couch!” She turned away from him and continued to walk but found herself stopped as something grabbed her paw.
	“Why would you think that?” Dustin said, moving so that he was looking at her directly in the eyes.. “You are a wonderful attractive woman.”
	“You’re just saying that.” Kate sniffed, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up.
	“I’m dead serious Kate.” Dustin replied, moving in front of her and placing his paws on her shoulders. This was both to emphasize his point and to keep  her dress from falling down.  “You’re a wonderful person. I’ve admired you for so long. I consider myself lucky that someone as beautiful and talented as you would ever think of going out with a cat like me.” 
	“But look at me Dustin.” Kate moaned, gripping the sides of her belly and giving it a jiggle, sending wobbles cascading out all around her thighs and rump.  “I’m fat!”
	“So?” Dustin asked. This caused Kate to pause. He wasn’t denying the fact that she was heavy. What was he doing? “I like you this way. I’ve always liked you Kate. As far as I’m concerned you can only look more beautiful. All of this.” He placed his paws on hers, squeezing them and making her stomach wobble a bit more. “Is just a bonus.”
	“But aren’t you worried about what people will think? What people will say about you? Do you want your friends to know about this?”  Kate said, blushing as he began to cut away at her misgivings. 
	“Who cares what people think? People are idiots! I’m not gonna someone tell dictate how I feel about you Kate.” Dustin leaned in closer, locking those strong emerald eyes with hers. “You’re the most beautiful creature in the world. I know I’m putting a lot out in the open all at once but i’ve been watching you from afar for so long now. I can’t stand by and let you just think the worst of yourself Kate. I won’t!” 
	God I could drown in those eyes Kate thought to herself as he leaned in, planting a kiss square on her muzzle. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her body and for once ignored the feeling of her body compressing against his.  His strong paws pressed into her shoulders as he sank deeper into her lips, squeezing gently before finally breaking away and looking at her square in the eyes.
	“You’re beautiful Kate. Don’t let anyone tell you different.” 
	It was a few minutes before Kate could pull herself from Dustin’s grasp. She stood there, feeling all her dreads, her fears and self conscious worries welling up within her. She couldn’t go out in public like this. She couldn’t just stuff herself in plain sight. It was all happening so fast. She needed time to think about all of this.
“I’m sorry Dustin. “She said, looking up at him. “ This is all so sudden. I just need some time to think. To get my head straight.
	“Anything you want Kate.” Dustin nodded. “Let me drive you home at least.” He said, putting his coat around her shoulders as he led her down the block towards his car. He fumbled for his keys before opening the door for her and closing it behind her.  Kate reached down and gave her stomach a few prods, watching her finger bounce off the taut fabric that was stretched over her stuffed frame.  She adjusted herself a bit as she felt the car seat squeeze at her sides, forcing her to wiggle and adjust constantly before a loud rip signified the ending of her dress. She looked down, watching in stunned shock as the sides of her dress split, allowing her stomach to roll out through the openings. Thick rolls of soft fur covered flab oozing out, rubbing against the gearshift and the door.
“Heh I think that’s the end of that dress.” Dustin said, looking down at her as he climbed into the car. Blushing a bit as his eyes ate up the side of her body bursting out of her clothes.
“Well at least I got some use out of it.” Kate mumbled. He was actually looking her over with genuine desire. He wanted her body. Every inch of it. She wasn’t sure how much she was ready for. Everything was hitting her like a train. To be suddenly hit with a wave of public humiliation and then having Dustin come to her rescue. She wasn’t sure what sure what to think. Sure Dustin liked her. He seemed to want to see her again.  It was just that she needed some time to think things over. To digest everything for lack of a better word.
They were silent on the ride home. Dustin didn’t want to disturb Kate and she was still lost in her own thoughts.
“I’ll call you later okay?” She said as they pulled up in front of her house. Dustin was treated to a rather wonderful image of Kate’s rather expansive rear bouncing in his face as she negotiated her stuffed body out of the car.
“Sure thing Kate. Have a good night.” 
She watched the car pull away and disappear around the corner before she went inside. If took her a few moments to wiggle out of her ruined dress. She looked down with a frown at how much she’d expanded that night. Would this happen again? Was she destined to just get larger and larger? But did that matter? Dustin said he liked her size but she wasn’t sure she was able to cast off her misgivings so quickly. 
“Well in any event.” Kate said as she changed into a pair of tight sweat pants and an old shirt. “I’ll figure it out in the morning.”