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Feline Feeding

By: Drakin

Mila struggled at the door but it was locked tight, and the only other doors in the kitchen led to the pantry and another to the dining hall. But that one was already barred by the cookies and other pastries.

Still, nervous as she was, Mila had no intention of just standing by and letting things happen. The feline was intent to escape the cookies however possible. As several approached she first tried commanding them to stop. But whatever power Morgana and Tam-Tam had over them was enough to overrule her words.

Next she tried kicking and crushing the cookies as they got close. That worked for a time, but others just swept up the crumbs and, oddly enough, dumped them back in the cookie jar. And Mila saw now that the jar had not stopped producing more of the animated cookies and living pastries as she'd first thought. More continued to walk out of the overturned jar every minute and the floor was rapidly growing crowded.

Mila tried to make a break for it, but it was too late, the cookies had surrounded her legs and gripped her boots with surprising strength. Before she could regain her balance she toppled and fell. Even with arms outstretched to catch her fall she still crushed about a couple dozen of the living cookies in the process.

But now she was at their mercy.

Before she could pull free her hands were bound with lengths of string and the wrappings around her paws had been untied and were tied together. Despite the cookies small sizes they worked as one to carry her across the floor and heaved her into a chair by the table. Even though she was basically a prisoner they still seemed determined to treat her well.

Then came the food.

Mila wanted to resist, to turn her head away and fight back. But that would only make a mess and delay the inevitable. Plus it didn't help the first meal was a bit juicy slab of tuna steak (her favorite fish) with piles of garlic mashed potatoes and buttery green beans. She did fight a little at first, but when the cookies brought the first forkful to her mouth she couldn't resist. 'Just a taste...' she told herself.

Ten minutes later the plate was empty and she was being served a dish of spaghetti and meatballs. After that came a meatloaf. Then of all things a fresh lobster with butter and fried scallops. Dish after dish of expertly crafted foods so delicious that even as her stomach filled her mouth watered at the next bite.

And the effects were all too obvious.

Her tan middle began to bloat and swell into her lap, a soft belly growing like a balloon as it lifted the hem of her shirt, rolling out further like a jiggling balloon of mass. When it had nearly covered her lap entirely the digesting food began to make it's presence felt elsewhere. The sash she had tied around her waist like a skirt came undone as her hips began to strain at her pants and her rump filled more of the already fairly wide chair.

The changes moved up and across her body, her already soft features softened even further as a new double chin began to grow in, pulling down the underside of her muzzle to hide her widening neck. Most embarrassingly her shirt grew tight as the mounds of her chest inflated like balloons, big and soft as they stretched the fabric, straining it to it's limits as she finished her tenth meal.

And yet Mila couldn't stop even if she wanted to. The food was sooo good, so delicious and sweet she just wanted more of it. And that was before the little cookies had even started bringing out the cakes and pies and doughnuts among many other sweets. It didn't help that the cookies had begun rubbing her exposed belly and sides, anywhere they could reach as her frame jiggled under their crumbly hands as they pushed and pressed against her expanding frame in all the right ways to aid digestion.

Mila could feel it as her pants tore and her shirt began to rip apart. She was loosing herself to this gluttony. She wanted it. She wanted this feasting to continue. To be fed more and more. If she didn't do something soon... Another forkful of cake slid into her mouth and she moaned at the taste.

Then the coin set in her necklace began to glow...


Choice 1: Mila changes, her clothes becoming fancy and royal. Though she remembers the truth still, she has become the form that Morgana and Tam-Tam wanted. Another noblewoman to share in the bounty with them.

Choice 2: Mila's gluttony is too strong. The coin changes her into something more bestial, hungry and lustful. She wants to consume it all, experience all the pleasure the world has to offer.

Choice 3: Mila claws her mind back from the bring. She wants to resist. She has to. But the duality of her wants and desires causes the change to malfunction. She splits into a two headed hydra. One side wanting food and pleasure the other trying to complete their mission.

Choice 4: Mila's coin malfunctions as her mind grows hazy. Stuffed with so much food and doughy pastry the coin transforms her into a wad of living dough. Faced with this new change the cookies make her into pastries to serve to Morgana and Tam-Tam. All the while Mila's consciousness is along for the ride in her inanimate pastry body.

Mila the the living dough.