Fat Animated Women X Male Reader

Past Actions Pt.2 (Kitty Katswell)

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Kitty Katswell x Reader

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"Hello, what is your emergency," asked Kitty, talking into her microphone.

"…"

"... no, your hand stuck in the cookie jar is not an emergency," Kitty answered deadpan. 

"..."

"Please call again when you have a real emergency, have a good day," she hung up, sighing in annoyance, "It's always the stupid ones."

Suddenly an alarm clock rang on her desk, alerting her of the time.

"Finally, time to clock off," she said relieved, "such a boring day this was."

Taking a large handful of gummy bears from her family sized bag on her desk, Kitty pressed on the keypad on the armrest of her chair. 

With the sound of gears straining, her immense body began to move backwards from her standing desk. She couldn't tell how big her belly was as she looked down at her large form, her enormous breasts were too large to see pass. All she knew was that it took about a minute for her custom wheelchair to move her body away from her desk. The wooden floor groaned under her chair's tracker wheels as she maneuvered herself to the quadrupled size doorway. With a tired huff and a low growl from her titanic furry belly she pressed another button with her chubby fingers, her chair began to move forward. 

Kitty slowly rolled forward down the extremely wide hallway, filled with pictures and bowls of candy. As she grabbed a handful of chocolate bits from the nearest bowl and looked over the photos that lined the wall.

The first photo was of her graduation. She reminisced about her graduation from civil service school, her mother on the right, her husband on the left, and her, taking up to 80% of the photo, in the center. Kitty was finally able to pursue her dream of helping people, just less active then she would originy thought. She remembered it cost a small fortune to get a graduation gown her size. She wondered if she could still fit in that old dress. It might be able to cover her boobs if she stretched it. 

Grabbing a handful of assorted hard candy from another bowl, she looked at another old photo. This one was of her wedding, and boy, what a wedding it was. It took place just a year after her graduation at the local church. Her dress was more akin to a parachute than a wedding gown. They had to remove the row of seats by the alley just for Kitty to roll to the podium. Y/N had to climb onto her belly to just kiss her. For the afterparty they ordered two giant wedding cakes, one for her and one for the guest. 

The next row of photos were more recent, maybe five years ago and some of her most memorable. Dressed in only a bedsheet, with Y/N by her side, she held her newly born daughter, Ketty.

There were pictures of all three doing all sorts of activities. From going to the pool, to picnics, to camping. It's a mystery how they were able to get Kitty to all of these places. It was enjoyable to see her daughter grow from a large baby to the fat girl she had become, just like her mother.

Her chair finally reached the main living room, seeing her daughter sitting on the couch watching cartoons. The 150 pound cat girl joyfully watched the violent cat and mouse cartoon, eating from a family size bag of chips. 

"Ketty, dear, it's dinner time. Turn off the TV and come to the table," Kitty asked.

"Aww, mom," Ketty whined, turning her plump head to her mother.

"Come now, or no dinner," Kitty snapped. 

With an annoyed grunt the tubby cat girl scooted off the couch and quickly waddled to the kitchen.

"That girl, she's lazier than me sometimes, and I can't walk," Kitty thought as she continued her journey to the kitchen. 

At the end of the living room was a wide doorway with thick heavy curtains acting like a door. The curtains were there to help Kitty focus. If just a whiff of food left the kitchen then her immense appetite would prevent her from working. Reaching out with her heavy arm, she grabbed a thick rope and pulled.

The curtains parted and a wall of heavenly aromas filled Kitty's nostrils. Her stomach, which was just making some light gurgling, had now become a roaring lion, shaking her very being.

In the center of the kitchen was a large half circle table, the flat side facing her with two seats on the opposite side. On top it was filled to the brim with what most people consider Thanksgiving dinner. From mashed potatoes and casseroles to whole chickens and seared buttered fish, all for a growing mother and child. 

"Right on time, Ketty couldn't stop drooling," Y/N said, sprinkling some seasonings into a frying pan filled with mixed vegetables. 

Kitty turned to her daughter who was already seated at the table. Ketty's eyes were the size of plates as a waterfall of saliva cascaded down below. She was still too young to control her hunger and would sometimes eat before the rest of the family arrived to eat.

Kitty's wheelchair moved slowly into the table, her large body slipping under until her breast touched the edge, close enough for her to grab food off the table. 

"This looks scrumptious darling! You always outdo yourself," Kitty praised cheerfully.

"You always say that," Y/N said bashfully, turning off the stove and bringing a large bowl of fried vegetables to the table.

"And I always mean it," she batted her eyes.

"Mooom, daaad, I'm hungry," whined Ketty. 

"Ok, ok, dear, just do a prayer then you can eat," Y/N asked, sitting down next to the fat little cat.

Slapping her hands together, Ketty did a quick prayer before grabbing huge chunks of food onto her plate. It took only a matter of seconds before her plate was full.

Kitty and Y/N also did a quick prayer before helping themselves to the feast. 

Y/N finished long before his two most favorite girls finished theirs. Ketty always seemed to think it was a competition, trying to eat as much as her mother, but always failing due to her having a much smaller stomach. Kitty ate more like a vacuum than a cat as she just poured food after food into her hungry maw. Y/N began to wonder if Kitty would need to switch to liquid meals to satisfy her growing hunger. 

After an hour of gorging Kitty and Ketty let out an earth shattering belch before both sighing with content. 

"Oof, mom… dad… can I *burp* can I go… watch cartoons… *huff*," Ketty groaned, rubbing her enlarged stomach. 

"Yes… you may *burp*... I need to… talk to daddy… in private," Kitty groaned too, although she was too big to reach her stomach. 

Ketty slowly plopped out of her chair and slowly waddled away to the living room. As soon as she disappeared behind the curtains Kitty turned to Y/N.

"Now, what do you want to talk about," Y/N asked.

A sly smile crept onto Kitty's face. 

"I'm having a baby," she declared happily.

Y/N eyes shot open and his jaw dropped in astonishment. 

"When- how," Y/N stammered.

"The last two months. Had to make sure it was a baby growing and not me," Kitty said proudly, patting her lower breast.

"I'm so happy," Y/N announced. He jumped right out of his chair celebrating before leaping over the table and landed on top of Kitty's pillowy breast. 

The two locked lips and held it there for a good minute before coming up for air.

"*huff* what about Ketty, does she know," Y/N asked, looking into Kitty's brown eyes. 

"Not yet. I want it to be a surprise, although she might think that the baby will take her food away," Kitty said a little worriedly.

"It will be fine, I'll make sure there is plenty for all of us," Y/N said, peking her on the lips reasurely.

"Oh, you always do," Kitty cooed, wrapping Y/N with her hemlock arms, "you always do."