Part 2! Kris continues her trial, but will she be able to keep up the pace?
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Kris, the SPTF, story ©  thefirststir
Artwork ©  noctoon

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Kris struggled to keep up with the hands as the hands increased their pace. The flavors blended in Kris’s mouth as the assortment of treats were shoved in. Apple mixed with beef. Pork fused with pumpkin. The pies slid down her throat, but Kris began to sputter and cough. The hands had stopped and a pair had brought up two massive jugs. The first one waited for Kris.

Kris stopped coughing and looked at the container floating by her face. She thought to herself, ‘Well. All this crust is drying my throat, but I’m getting real full. I don’t know if I can.’ Kris looked again, ‘But maybe just a small sip couldn’t hurt.’

She opened her mouth and the jug tipped over to let a slow stream of warm milk trickle into it. With each gulp, Kris relaxed a little more as her dry throat was soothed. Each mouthful caused a concerning sound for most to grow louder and louder until *SNAP!* Kris stopped drinking and looked down. She had gained nearly four hundred pounds and her leather shirt had torn open to reveal her overfilled pumpkin breasts. Soon, the sound of ripping leather echoed once again and set loose her doughy arms that jiggled with newfound freedom. The only thing left was her lower attire that was already well on its way to releasing the barrel-thick thighs held within and the bright red bra that struggled to hold back the flood of flesh from her chest.

Normally, Kris would explode with anger and fight back, but she gestured for the hands to continue. The first jug was drained and the second followed not soon after. Kris let out a small burp before looking at the table again. Not a single pie was left.

The door laughed once more, “Hahaha! You’re doing great, initiate. Most tend to give up at this point. Or worse. But you seem to be able to hold your food. Hahaha!”

Kris could only mumble as the next course was brought over. A large roasted beast sat steaming in front of her. The arcane hands sliced the meat and brought each cut to the lips of the cat. She complied and began to chew. Each bite caused the meat to burst with juice and flood her taste buds. Each piece brought forth a new wave of taste. Each swallow caused her to swell. It wasn’t long until a deafening *Rrrrriiiip!* left her in nothing but her undergarments. But Kris did not care. She just continued to eat and eat and eat until the roast was no more.

The next beast was presented to her. The thick aroma of meat drifted to the thief’s sensitive nose. Her tail swished back and forth and her heart raced as she watched the hands work. The scent of value filled her nose as the taste of meat filled her mouth. All of her Golden Senses were going off at once. The rush of eating something this delicious and knowing that it is worth its weight in gold excited the cat as she continued to have her stomach filled with the expensive meal. The thief continued to devour the roast until all that left was bones.

Before the third beast was brought to her, the arcane hands retrieved another jug and poured the creamy goodness into Kris’s maw. The silkiness of the milk once again soothed her throat. The last of the milk was swallowed and Kris placed her pudgy hand on her belly. She could feel the pressure of the buffet stretching her stomach to their limits. She gently brushed her claws across it. Taking this as their cue, the arcane hands slowly placed themselves on the overstuffed belly and slowly kneaded it. Kris purred with pleasure as the tightness she felt slowly faded. With a pair of hands massaging her and another bringing food, she slowly worked her way through the last of the second course.

Two courses were finished and Kris sat in her creaking chair. Her fat pressed against the armrests, threatening to snap them off. The cat gazed at the final course and was eager to eat more of the wonderful meal.