I'd like to take a moment to announce the existence of my sequel to my first novella, "Felidae Obesus. It's called "Felidae Familia" and takes place immediately after the conclusion of the novel. The teaser itself is a spoiler, but it's honestly not a big deal

It's a big story, more than twice as long as the original Obesus, so I'm splitting it into smaller, and more affordable pieces. Part 1 has already been completed and edited for a while. The wondrous and talented  BaronCroc is providing the illustrations for the first Part.

I was very happy with the success of Obesus so I am investing more heavily in the sequel which will feature a full color cover and 20 original illustrations! I am hoping all of you will be impressed with the continuation of the story, even just this first part of it. =D

The artwork is more than halfway done, so I expect a full release here in a couple months or less! You can preorder your copy now. /s

Or perhaps you'd like to begin with the first book of the story
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Below is a small teaser of the writing from chapter 2 I hope you all will enjoy

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From Chapter 2 of Felidae Familia
By Shalion

My ample fat jiggled at the sides where I slightly overflowed my double-skateboard platform as the obese Labrador pushed me into the corner of the roomy tent where her couch cushion was placed. It stank of mildew and was clearly scavenged, but after positioning me carefully so that I could look across at her easily, she plopped her own wobbling body down onto it, flattening it and pressing nearly all of the air out of the foam padding almost instantly under her impressive weight.

I took a moment to take greater stock of her. As focused as I was on deterring the group from either killing me or exterminating my kin, I hadn’t had time to appreciate the Lab bitch’s generous and comely shape. She honestly was the very fattest dog I’d ever seen.

I had an excellent view of her ass as she turned and waddled heavily towards her cushion. I noted with a heated interest of my own how her belly hung heavily between her sturdy, thick legs, descending low and past her own ankles to hover less than six inches above the ground at its lowest point. I could tell almost immediately that lacking our shared ability to grow and enhance our musculature, a lesser dog would have been totally unable to walk under all that weight. As things were, walking even this much seemed to be a drain on Perdita as she heaved her bovine flanks and sighed with contentment after dropping her extremely heavy self down onto the cushion again. I found the way her heavy jowls hung in folds around her snout charming as well as her many collars of thick fat rolls which formed around her head. I noticed that the Lab bitch had two rows of large pink nipples which descended down her abdomen not in parallel lines as I might have imagined, but bowed out lines, obviously formed by her own round barrel shape and growth.

She caught me staring and chuckled. “It’s alright to look, Francis.” She said with a wink. She tossed her head back towards the others which caused her thick collection of hanging neck fat to wobble in a mesmerizing way. I wanted badly to bat at the folds with my paws, if only I wasn’t so lard-stuffed myself. “The others might be suppressing their inner desires for practical reasons, but you and me,” she brought her snout closer to my one, “we’re cut from the same cloth.”

There was no use in denying the obvious attraction we both, and most likely all, felt towards being fat on an epic scale. I gave her a weak grin, “I guess we are.”

With effort, she reached forward with a paw to ruffle the fur on my head, lingering on the heavy fat roll laying on the crown of my skull and pressing firmly on the base of my ears. “There’s no need to guess, Francis!” and now her paw ran over my thick, globular shoulder, moving it outwards across my burgeoning flank as far as her paw could reach. “The moment Sirius wheeled your fat ass in here, I was like ‘Oh my god! I wanna be you!'” She chuckled softly under her breath. Her eyes panned over my wide frame hungrily like grasping hands. “Mhmm, you’re just a big ol’ dumpling now. I can’t believe you managed to get even fatter than you were before. Just goes to show how stupid I was capable of being in the past, eh?”

She pushed firmly into my flab, and I could not suppress a chuckle myself. When Sirius had found me on my porch, I had been deep in an existential crises concerning how fat I was getting and how there appeared to be no end in sight for my growth and the demands of the cat clan I’d founded. However, seeing how much Perdita was clearly into me, it was hard to feel those depressing emotions in the moment. I loved how I looked in the mirror, after all. But I did want to keep things from going too far right away. After all, it’d been scarcely an hour since I’d learned that my human counterpart hadn’t died 10 years ago, let alone had created five other animal clones.

“Please, Perdita.” I laughed, trying to brush away her paw with my own, though I had to reach from under a very heavy mass of brisket and neck fat that extended out in front of me. “It’s not quite what it looks like. I have less control over the other cats in my family than you think, and it’s pretty much them that want me to get bigger!”

Perdita raised an amused eyebrow. “Sure, Francis… whatever helps you sleep at night.” She laughed. She poked me again, clearly just to feel the dense and boneless texture of my soft mass. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that it’s always been your dream to be the fattest cat alive and that your family of stray cats just happened to want to bloat you to where your paws don’t even touch the ground anymore.”

I shifted nervously in my warm, heavy fat blanket. “Well, it sounds ridiculous when you say it like that…”

The obese Lab just waved a paw at me, making her own large pigeon chest shake where it flowed onto the ground ahead of her. “I honestly don’t care. I’m just so impressed that you managed to set things up so well for yourself without a human supporting you!” She released a hurt sigh and turned back to her own flank, rubbing its large, rounded surface. “Ugh, I’ve lost over fifty pounds already since we abandoned the house and it’s only been four months!”

I nodded knowingly. “I… know what it’s like. I ended up losing more than three quarters of my weight while I was a stray before my family helped me gain it all back.”

Perdita’s lips and jowls quivered as she turned back to me. “I know!” And I was surprised to see her eyes actually begin to tear up. “When you were telling your story, I hurt so much thinking about what you went through after I… he…” She hugged her fat body with her hind paws. “We, I guess, abandoned you.” She turned her face away, “It’s been a living hell for me, and not just having nothing to eat and the endless walking…” she said the word spitefully. She lowered her voice to a whisper even sharp animal ears would have difficulty picking up. “It used to be just me, OC, and Sirius. I can’t stand how these other copies keep poking fun at me!” she pouted and wiped the tears away from her broad snout. “…As if they never think of fucking me either.” She added nastily, and I could not keep my ears from flicking back against the fat roll rising on my head.

I knew better than to touch that with a ten foot pole. “So I take it that none of you spent a lot of time together.” I said, changing the subject and rolling my monstrously huge, blobby shoulders. “How’d you spent most of the last ten years?”

Perdita’s eyes lit right back up and I was not sure whether to call her femininity convincing or exaggerated. “Oh, well, I personally have only been around for four years…” something else seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, but she thought better of saying it, instead adding, “But I used to have a marvelous life!” her eyes narrowed with mirth at me and rubbed her wide round flank with a paw, “You can probably guess at what it mostly consisted of.” She finished with a seductive lick of her chops, and I found myself suddenly hot around my multiple thick collars. Even as I looked across at the heavily fattened canine, so much bigger than I was, I felt a familiar itch deep in my thrice-buried loins. It was a little absurd of me to think of copulation between me and a dog who towered over even my heavily fattened frame, but suddenly, I was quite open to getting to know her better, and certainly no one would complain about playing together a little…

I laughed a cat’s laugh, my breath raspy in my own fat-clotted throat. “I think I can, at that!” And I did remember fondly still the long years of being a pampered, spoiled pet. Eating large, cooked meals regularly and responsible for nothing as I watched my own waistline grow over time and felt my body getting heavier. The thoughts formed a warm shudder of deep emotion down my spine before sinking into my abdomen to rest there. My behavior in the past had cost me dearly, but the sheer pleasure and contentment I’d had then would have an everlasting effect on me, even though I no longer wished to just turn off my brain as I’d ultimately ended up doing back then.