SWotFW Kitten 2

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A spoiled brat ruins her town's Thanksgiving day parade, so they decide to punish her by pumping her full of pie filling until she's ready to pop.

This was a suggestion from last month and I chose to use it as part of the SWotFW pic, and so here's the rest of it finishing the sequence up! Here Kitten is strapped in, ready to pop as she's being fed bags and bags of pie filling by the F.U.C. Girls....

Gotta love some force feeding... in fact there's a bit more on the way this month~

Now on with the small story continuation!

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"BUWOAAAAAAARRRRP!"

A loud, wet, sickly belch echoed through the factory. Normally the industrial complex was loud with the sounds of machinery pumping out pies to be sold around the world, however now the only thing being pumped was the extraordinarily overstuffed shortstack strapped to the parade float.

Kitten was massive before when the girls of the First United Christian Academy, or F.U.C., had hefted her titanic pie filled gut and hoisted her onto the parade float, knocking away the large golden statue of the Pieking. However after they had arrived at the complex and proceeded to force gallons upon gallons of pie filling down her throat, she inflated steadily outward like a cat girl waterballoon. 

Her stomach, reached up toward the ceiling and smooshed heavily in every direction, hanging from the sides of the parade float, as it creaked loudly and at least one of it's tires popped loudly with a sudden jerk. Her tummy rippled with every movement, still soft and with a bit of give despite being held so tightly by the safety straps that forced the insane contents of her distended gut into every available space and tested the limits of her tummy's integrity. Her stomach groaned as it continued to puff outward, the straps pulled tight over the massive sphere also stretching and creaking as the pressure within pushed out further. Her fat butt had broken free from the super small shorts it was contained in prior, leaving her titanic cheeks to hang heavily from the side of the float, her tubby thighs inflated to keep her legs from bending, and pushing her chunky calves, cankles, and her cute little feet into the sides of the pastry filled behemoth that was her stomach. Her fat breasts sat snugly within the top she was wearing, though with every movement or growth spurt her belly had, the slimy, filling coated breasts contained within became more slippery and fat, threatening to ruin the top with more than the occasional pleasured spurt of milk and splattering of artificial blueberry flavoring.

"Hnghhhh! I'm... F-full... A-ahhnnn..." She moaned, as a wave of pleasure struck through her like lightning before she let out another belch.

"Oh. My. God... Brigette.... this is like.... SO disgusting..." Kaylie said as she rested her hands on her hips. She was eye to eye with Kitten as she leaned back, the titanic girl only held on by the weight of her stomach and the straps. Kaylie's eyes danced up and down the messy slob of a girl as she spoke, a blush creeping across her face as she did. "S-she's TOTALLY getting off on this! You realize that right?" She then continued, an upset look across her face as she pointed at the bloated entity. Chantelle sneered a bit as she crossed her arms. "I'm honestly surprised she's held on this long... I know there are some girls in this town with insane stomach capacity and eating records but this is, not only disgusting... but ridiculous..." She says with her snooty nose turned up still. She hesitantly reaches out and slaps Kitten on the butt cheek hard, eliciting another pleasured, moaning response from the overstuffed neko. The group of girls all blushed and Chantelle's face went the reddest as she turned around and crossed her arms. "H-how disgusting! I-I was hoping to punish her! S-she's so tight.... S-so so tight... s-she must be ready to pop! I thought a solid slap could set things in motion or t-to punish her further..." She stuttered, keeping her back turned to keep them from seeing how red her face was. She brought a finger up to her choker and slid it under for a moment, tugging it lightly as she trailed off.

Brigette shook her head in disgust before she adjusted her glasses. "Disgusting! Such a FILTHY pig! Trying to take MY place as the Pie Queen.... haha! It's so... laughable... yet still so irritating..." She says putting her hands back on her hips and looking Kitten up and down. Her teeth grit and her eyes narrow as the bloated cat girl's tail wriggles along with the rest of her. "Irritating.... that.... You won't... EXPLODE!" She yells as she kicks several empty industrial pie filling bags away. The contents could fill over 100 pies of various flavors from cream to apple, and yet she had choked down so many gallons of the stuff that she couldn't see straight and couldn't stop from edging an overstuffed climax every time she so much as jiggled. Brigette thought for sure after the first 5 or 6 bags she would pop like a water balloon, but now she was on bag 29 and the fat cat still wouldn't go.

"She's SO big..." Tina said, as she took another picture, followed by another text. She waited for a reply and smirked before speaking again. "We should keep going though.... I mean... we're already this far... " She said trailing off as she looked at the other girls.

"She's obviously not gonna pop! We should just leave her here honestly..." Kaylie says, still flustered and still secretly aroused. The girls stood for another moment watching.

"Hnnnghh... N-no more.... URP" Kitten gurgled weakly, though the rumbling purr from deep inside of her (Or was that her belly?) rose up to prove that she was addicted to the growing pressure inside of her and the orgasmic flood it was currently causing. Brigette shoved another pie filling flavor into her mouth and squeezed it, flooding the small girl with yet another massive dose of sugar that she choked down with several snorting sounds. Her belly glorped and gurgled as she inflated larger with every pump, and the float she lay upon groaned loudly as the straps held her in. It was ominous like a large building or tower in a wind storm. A moment later a deep rumble rose from inside and she gave a sickly moan that tapered off into a groan of pleasure that curled her toes.

Brigette smiled deviously.

"I think our little Kitten can handle what's left from the factory being closed for the holidays... and they can come back and see her tomorrow if she survives!" She says feeling confident again that she could pop the spoiled brat before her. 

Kitten groaned again loudly as her belly followed suit, and moreso as the boston cream pie flavoring suddenly filled her cheeks and pushed down her throat once more, pushing her further into the sweet abyss she called a stomach, hoping it could hold out a little bit longer....