A premade sketch I bought from the deliciously-gifted  Wonkalicious!

"Ah...!" John Blacksad exclaimed as he leaned up against his door in relief. "Home sweet home..."

Blacksad kicked off his shoes by the door. He lumbered over to his coat rack and struggled to nudge his coat off his body. The fat in his upper arms always seemed to bunch up in his sleeves, making it difficult to slip them through either way. He always managed to do so, but not without his bulk accidentally tearing through the garment.

"Whoops," he said with playful shame. "I'll have to get that tailored again." He reached into one pocket and fished around for a chocolate bar he had saved to reward himself for his work today. He sniffed at it, his mouth drooling in hunger and anticipation. He resisted, however, as he wanted to wait until he was resting before indulging in his reward.

Undoing his tie and hanging it over his neck, he went to find his special chair to relax on. But before he sat down to rest his laurels, he passed by a mirror on the wall and paused in front of it. He nodded, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Hello there, you handsome whale!"

John Blacksad's job as a private detective brings him to quite a few places, making him true to the nature of a stray cat. And like any stray cat, he'll encounter strangers that offer him delicious food to eat, and what kind of gentleman would he be to turn them down?

He may have gone overboard with all that generosity, however. Because since he began taking them up on their food, Blacksad had become enormously fat! It started as an innocent beer belly that could barely be noticed if he put on his trench coat, but as the weeks passed, his shirt would fill out with kitty blubber, easily conforming to his curves and soft bulk like spandex. His belly blew out so much that it created divots with the strained buttons, his flab leaking through in thick and obvious sections. One could even see a hint of cleavage through the top buttons created by his newly-acquired man-boobs being squished together by the already-taut shirt.

Blacksad then turned around and looked at his butt with a big grin. Much like his shirt, so had his pants become like spandex tightly draped over his plump posterior and pillowy thighs and legs. He shook his butt from side to side and watched each bulbous butt cheek sway and jiggle independently, almost hypnotically, and he tittered with joy. He thought with amused pity of the poor pair of undies practically sucked up into his enormous cheeks and swallowed into obscurity by his folds and blubber.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to make 'em snap off before that happens!" He cackled with enjoyment.

He turned back around to give himself one last look over, placing his fists and burrowing them in his wide and luscious hips triumphantly.

Blacksad wondered why he hadn't decided to get any larger clothes, save for the coat he used to try and hide away his growing bulk in vain. He also wondered why he even let himself get so big in the first place! He did not ponder on this long however.

"Never saw anything wrong with being fat before," he thought to himself. "But man, did I underestimate how good it feels!" Playing with all of his fatty bits like pudgy putty in his hands was too much fun. Feeling his tiny and insignificant clothes tighten along his massive and growing frame and his flab poking through each and every crevice of clothing were two unbelievably pleasurable experiences, making his gaining that much more acute. Perhaps being a detective wasn't as easy as it used to be, but he was certainly willing to take on those hardships if it meant getting as big and fat as he wanted to be.

Done with indulging in eye-candy, he finally sat his enormous rump down to enjoy his real candy. He peeled off the wrapper and stared longingly at the chocolate, licking his lips noisily before chowing down on the treat. He stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, chewing loudly and ravenously as the treat he waited the entire day for exploded his taste buds with sweetness. With a vigorous swallow, he laid back in his chair contentedly, patting his dome of a belly. One could almost hear the chocolate landing with a plop in his stomach.

"Ooh, yeah...that hit the spot..."

*POW*

"Hm?" Blacksad jumped at the gunshot-like sound. He hurriedly looked around as he reached for his own, worried that someone had broken in or began shooting through the window. He saw no signs of intruders, however, nor any newly formed holes or shots in the walls. He cocked his head curiously. When he relaxed back in his chair, he heard another *POW*.

This time, he knew it wasn't anything dangerous, so his ears simply pricked. Then his eyes were drawn down.

Two buttons on his shirt were missing, letting his midriff hang out over his pants. Then he saw the other buttons shaking in place and heard a strange creaking.

"Uh-oh."

Suddenly, the rest of the buttons burst in rapid-fire succession, making way for the flabalanche that immediately surged forward, free from the taut restraints of his clothing. Then he heard tearing to his side and saw his sleeves tear open, his blubber threatening to spill out at any moment. He heard more tearing and suddenly became aware of his furry rump making contact with the chair. He glanced down to see his pants in multiple tears along his wide ass.

"I guess," he began commenting to himself, "...that chocolate bar was the last straw."

His recent treat had already turned into enough blubber for his clothes to start exploding off of his soft frame. Blacksad was very impressed with himself. He was surprised that it took him this many weeks to start tearing through his clothes. It was official now, though. His clothes were weakening and his flab was escaping.

His belly was now free to hang out from every direction, smothering the hem of his pants with fat. As he sat back, the cleavage from his moobs squished up into his flabby chin like a soft head-rest, almost touching his chubby cheeks. His pillowy arms and massive rump, already pronounced by the clothes stretched along them, were finally giving way to let his entire flab surge outward and let this fattened feline's flab be free.

He placed a reassuring hand on his struggling pants. "Don't worry, buddies. I'll put you out of your misery soon enough."

Realizing how truly fat he was becoming, Blacksad couldn't help but think of how hungry he was. He reached into his couch cushions and pulled out a telephone. He quickly dialed the number to a pizza place.

"Hello," Blacksad said when the other line picked up. "I'd like to have 5 large pies delivered to my place please. ... A party?" Blacksad giggled with amusement. "Something like that..."

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Felt like doing an elaborate description to try and make up for the lack of story writing as of late. Hope you enjoyed!