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In my arms and against my chest as I drifted into sleep held a single, unmistakable plushie over the size of my outspread hand. He was an odd fellow, an old grump of a man whose body possessed the strange characteristics of a cat with giant wings. A demon, a fallen sinner taking after the pleasures of ceaseless drinking and gambling, his body thin in perpetual age. Yet he exuded a charm in his grumpiness, bitter as any one of his alcoholic intakes that he always helped himself to, an easy thing when running the hotel bar. The frowning plush of him had been filled to the brim with detail. Hearts decorated his body, comprising the tip of his snout to a pair upon his forehead, within his pointed ears, even making up the form of the squishy beans on both his hands and paws. Big, bushy eyebrows of red and black were exaggerated as they stuck well out from the top of his head, a bow-tie, top-hat, and suspenders keeping him smartly dressed. From behind, two grand wings decorated with the suits of cards radiated from his being as they always stayed visible, all while his tail with its feathery tuft stuck out from his pants-hole by a number of inches. In his form of a simple object of no mind, he comforted me while I got my rest, the lamp left on from succumbing quick to fatigue as I soundly slept, unknowing of what was to come sometime later.
“Hey! Where the fuck am I?”
Eyes blinking open, I awoke to a sight so strange that I questioned if I was still inside a dream. But the crisp awareness of my reality promptly made me realize otherwise. The plushie had disappeared in my warm, careful embrace. In its place held the actual cat-man himself, somehow in the flesh as though possessing the plushie as a vessel that resembled him, effectively taking its place. My, was he tiny. Husk stood as tall as an action figure, his frail, fluffy figure occupying the space between my hands, both arms having wrapped tighter around him more in my sleep when the transformation commenced. He attempted to wriggle free from my constraint, grunting in his low, gravelly voice. His tail speedily brushed against my arms and stomach, sensing the peculiarities that were his shifting wings.
“Get your fuckin’ mitts off me!” He called out at me, using one of his claws to prick me near my wrist.
“Ow!” I yelped, instantly snapping out of my sleepiness as I raised my arms to release him, plopping them at the sides of my torso while my head tilted up from my pillow. “Sorry about that.”
“Where am I?” Husk asked again, standing up on my stomach and facing me. “How the hell did I get here?”
“You’re… in my bedroom.” I awkwardly answered, still in disbelief. “Believe me. I’m just as confused as you are.”
“And you’re human.” Husk noted once the shock of his new surroundings wore off.
“You’re the demon who resembles my plushie.” I spoke right back. “You took its place.”
“A what?” Husk tilted his head, eyebrow raised. “Nevermind. I don’t know what’s going on, but I gotta get back to the hotel. Now!”
“Aww, you really are a cat!” I teased him, blushing, tempted to pet him despite the severity of what his little claws could still do to me. “So feisty when you want your way~.”
Husk only grumbled in response, an obscenity barely audible, the faint hint of a purr mostly masked by the deepness of his irresistibly grizzled voice. Suddenly, his stomach gurgled, looking down at it with confused curiosity, bubbling like a pot on the stove until he instantly swelled.
BLOOMP!!
The cat-demon’s frail frame disappeared in the blink of an eye, growing chubby with a soft, tangible belly taking the weight’s brunt. Thickness widened his hips, plumped up his rump, and bestowed upon him a girthy rack to fondle.
“Whatever the hell is it you’re doing to me, stop it!” Husk shouted at me, hands placed on his curvier hips.
“I- I’m not doing anything!” I quickly replied, flustered. “How am I the one making you blow up like a balloon?”
“Beats me, kid. But I’ve got myself a beer gut now.” He grumbled, hefting his gut while pouting, about to turn away when his stomach bubbled again.
BWOOMP!!
For a brief moment, he looked utterly obese, a big sack of a fluffy belly hanging out and down; thick, juicy hips and a bubbly butt digging tight into his straining pants, the suspenders having the time of their lives against that round, meaty gut and those flabby pecs that doubled in size. To me, he had become even more adorable! I could feel my heart melt inside my chest, pupils expanding just like a cat’s.
“I stand corrected.” The winged cat groaned, hands dropping his wobbling mound of belly.
“Whoa… you’ve gotten thicker.” I gasped in astonishment, using a finger to lift his stomach and let it fall, watching it jiggle and gurgle ferociously. “If you weren’t so little, I’d cuddle with you like you were a bed.”
“Quit it!!” He huffed at me, looking to bite me if I did not stop poking him.
But then again, the swelling did not either.
The next thing I knew, a living orb the size of a bowling ball sat smack-dab on my middle, heavier than one, his tail swaying furiously as it kept pumping with adipose as a hose flowed with lumps of water. He retained his little limbs and head, wings and tail too, the remnants of his suspenders hitting me square in the chest like flung rubber-bands. My hand fell back to the mattress, watching him squirm and fail his limbs as though trying to roll himself forward.
“Get me off of you!” The winged cat called out, face scrunching in cutesy determination.
I brought both hands against his rounded sides, turning him around and preparing to lift, but another surge of fat made it nigh impossible.
“I can’t!” I told him with laboured breath, his weight pressing deep into both my stomach and crotch. “You’re too heavy to move.”
“What rotten luck.” He grumbled, surging in size again and again.
With each considerable increment of growth, the bedroom filled with Husk’s blubbery body, a soft, squishy balloon whose warmth surpassed that of several weighted blankets combined, heavier than dozens upon dozens of them. I could not get up. He pinned me down, my view of him now relegated to his flabby back and ballooning rump. His tiny paws brushed against my arms submerged by his spherical sides before they lifted higher and higher from his ball-shaped crotch. In seconds, he towered over me by several feet and not slowing down, his width following suit. Now I started to feel like the plushie turned real. Even though he outsized and outweighed a giant boulder, the features of his body remained quite small; even his fat elephantine tail, its tuft as big as a feather. All the while, the cat-demon moaned with every stark filling of fat, a glob of dough quickly filling the capacity of its oven. Unable to do anything more but lie down and stare ahead, all I saw were two growing buttcheeks whose inner-fluff combined to form yet another bodily marking of a heart.
Husk’s ass had grown so large and globular that where it sat, both cheeks and their deepening crevice spread along the bed. Such a magnificently plump tushy buried the upper-half of my body, the air beneath minimal yet present, my breaths careful despite their insistent shuddering. I could feel a tent being pitched inside my boxers, poking against a small fraction of his inner asscheeks, increasingly wet, face set to be smothered in furry cat-butt that continued ballooning over me, its weight great but greater to be pinned by. Soon enough, the booty whose entirety I could once poke at with a single finger had grown as large as my entire bed, my eyes alight with incomprehensible bewilderment the more both cheeks reached my head. From high above, head nearing the ceiling, Husk’s eyes widened, mouth sticking out in a straight line against his spherical cheeks with his sharp teeth biting his lip, feeling what took place beneath him.
“Are you getting hard to this?!?” The sinner asked me, unable to look back with how thick his neck had gotten.
“I- I’m sorry!” I managed to shout flustered as his ass spread across my neck. “I couldn’t help it!”
“Great. Juust wonderful…” He sarcastically uttered, feeling my cock grow erect against his enormous ass.
CRACK!! BANG!!
One after the other, the sounds of my bed-frame breaking and mattress falling came and went. It was a miracle that me and the orb of cat were not sent tumbling through the floor, although creaking soon made itself abundantly known from the doughball brushing against the walls, his tiny wings flapping as though he could lift himself off me and simply fly away.
…
I could only surmise that the swelling had eventually stopped. All my eyes could see was the vast expanse of tushy that practically flattened me. I huffed, breaths muggy and slow, sweat flushing my face while I only grew wetter. The world beyond was nothing more than several-hundred-pounds of fat cat butt right up in my face. Its softness felt heavenly - thicker, rounder, and curvier than I had ever known. From high above, I swore I heard the continual muttering of deep-voiced obscenities, the immobile kitty still occasionally moaning; not so tiny anymore. Neither of us from our respective plains of existence knew what next to do, our scales having flipped around. Yet in basking in the supreme comfort of the giant glob of grumpy feline, the ultimate version of a plushie now real, I felt the pangs of sleep reclaim me once again. If this somehow really was a dream, it felt truer than anything before, but I would have quite the mess to wake up to, in more ways than one.