# HNTBL: Rash And Ashamed

By: TheDragonBoy

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She walked the hall with her head down, wearing her not unusual frown. One arm was occupied holding her textbooks, but the other was unfortunately free, idly poking at her belly as the bulge peeked out from under her shirt. “Peeked” being an understatement. She pressed into her bulk and watched it deform like dough, lightly grabbed a roll of pudge and pulled at it, watching her sea of orange and white fur wobble and jiggle.

Her frown deepened. She hated being fat.

*gurgle*

Her belly rumbled as a bit of her breakfast moved on. She could feel the meal moving through her. It felt good. Her frown deepened still.

“Oof!”

A boy came from out of nowhere and knocked into her. Well, to be fair, he actually came from pretty close by, and she probably would have been able to see him coming if she’d been paying attention. Regardless, he tumbled into her almost head-on and bounced off her, falling over with the wind knocked out of him. She had a bit more… ‘inertia’ to her, so she only took a step back to keep her balance, but he did end up knocking the books from her arm.

“O-oh! Oh man, sorry!” he said. He had the expression one might expect from a human who’d just stumbled into a neko, made her drop all her stuff, and was now gazing up at her looming stomach.

“It… it’s fine,” the cat girl mumbled with the presence of a mouse.

“H-here, let me-” The boy at her feet scrambled to pick up her things and offer them back in appeasement.

“Thanks,” she mustered as she took her books back under one arm. But even as he let them go, he continued to stare up at her, uncertain and afraid. “It’s okay, I’m still kinda full…” She glanced away as she answered his unspoken question, speaking in the quietest tone, like those words were a shameful confession.

She heard a few chuckles not too far away and looked over. A pair of snickering seniors, both humans, were standing nearby, trying to cover up their laughter. Even without having paid any attention, she got the fairly clear impression that they’d pushed this kid into her.

The way said kid also looked back at them apprehensively only confirmed it. His face had a familiar expression, the kind that said ‘I need to go that way, but I really don’t want to go near you’. It was an expression she understood all too well, one she saw a lot in the humans she ‘encountered’, stuck between a rock and a soft, flabby place. Her frown shifted to one of a different sort.

“H-here, come on,” the neko muttered. She threw her other arm around the boy and pulled him in next to her, his elbow and shoulder squished awkwardly into the soft fur of her belly-pudge, but before he could say anything she quickly began to walk, and he had little choice but to walk with her or get dragged, right toward the bullies.

*grumble* *glorp* came the dull rumblings from within the neko’s gut.

“Heh, enjoy being cat fat,” one of them sneered as they went by. But she kept walking, ‘leading’ her captive away until they reached another hall to turn down.

“There,” she finally muttered, releasing her furry harness of an arm. “You should… um… be fine, now…”

The boy glanced back toward the bullies and then returned to his unexpected heroine, more than a bit surprised.

“T-Thanks, um…” He looked at her expectantly for a moment, which confused her at first until she realized the obvious.

“Oh, I’m Weighty- ugh- Wendy.”

“Marlin,” the boy replied. “Um, thanks, Wendy… Well, I should probably get to class.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

The two almost-smiled at each other for a moment before he walked away, occasionally glancing back.

*glorp*

Wendy frowned again.

…

*guuuuurgle*

She trudged through the halls on her way back from the cafeteria, pawing at her pudge once again, every human she passed making a definite effort to stay out of her way. Oh, why did her stomach have to do this to her? All through lunch all she could do was peck at her plate, and suddenly now that it’s time for class again she’s starving!? Could she just get a grip on her gut, just for like one day!?

She shoved her flabby tummy. It jiggled and rumbled hungrily once again. She sighed.

“H-Hey, Wendy.”

The voice was pleasantly familiar- which itself was rather strange. She turned. That boy was walking up to her, the one she’d helped that morning.

Oh… oh no… she thought.

“M-Marlin?” She might have sounded alarmed if her voice wasn’t weighed down with enough apathy to drown a dragon.

“You remembered my name.” He brightened up and started to approach a bit more confidently.

“T-This really isn’t a good time,” she muttered, her hands coming together nervously.

“Oh,” his confidence faltered, but he persisted. “Um, I’ll be quick, then. I just wanted to give you something, you know, for helping me out this morning.” True to his word he hurried over to her even faster.

“That’s okay,” she tried to tell him. “It was nothing, really. You should just go.” She glanced away from him, fidgeting with her fingers, possibly muttering so much that that last part might have been inaudible. Then a scent caught her snout; something sugary and sweet. Marlin held out his hands toward her, presenting her with a paper bag.

“One of my friends brought cupcakes and I got an extra.”

Wendy felt her whole body tensing up. She brought her knees together and crossed her feet. Oh she wished he would just go away! Why didn’t he just run like the rest of them!?

“I just thought you might like it.”

Her face started to contort.

“…So, um, here you-”

*GUUUUURGLE*!

The sound rumbled down a fair length of hallway, cutting off the boy’s words. Wendy felt her stomach clench inside her- either a cause or a symptom of that mounting pressure finally bursting out, she couldn’t say. Not that it mattered. The only fact that counted was that she now suddenly had Marlin’s arms- cupcake, bag, and all- shoved directly down into her throat.

The feeling sent a shiver down her spine, a glorious, exquisite, sensual shiver and she hated it. She forced herself to look this boy in the eyes, through her torn expression of hunger and revulsion and self-loathing. The boy’s expression became shocked and brittle.

“W-Wendy?”

*G-ULP*!

*GULP*!

*GULP*!

He disappeared into her throat like she was inhaling him. Her maw, her neck, her chest, her belly, all stretched like it was nothing. The sensation of a nice, bulky meal pressing out against her insides, filled her with a warmth that just for a moment overshadowed all else. She felt him start struggling somewhere around the halfway point, when his full weight began to press down into her. But that only made her want him inside more!

*GULP*

*GULP*

*GULP*

She winced as she felt the tips of his shoes slip over the edge of her tongue and down her throat- though definitely not from any physical discomfort. She put a hand to her belly, now wriggling and writhing with Marlin inside. She let out a sigh of relief, but her face was twisted into some kind of disturbed scowl.

There was nothing else that felt like this. Nothing. It was a blissful sensation that radiated from her pudgy dome and ran the length of her entire body, flaring brighter with each struggle of her prey. Oh, why did it have to feel so good!?Why did she always just give in like that!? Why couldn’t she just show some self-control!?

She suddenly felt like she’d been standing there- now alone in the middle of the hall- for just a bit too long. She felt eyes on her- despite their nonexistence- and began to walk. She did have to get to class…

She ran her fingers through the fur of her bulge, half mournful and half indulgent, feeling the disapproving kicks of the boy inside and swaying him back and forth as she walked- no, she probably deserved the term ‘waddled’- to her next period. It only got worse once she arrived and sat down. Lots of preds liked to use their meals as an excuse, saying it was hard to focus with fresh prey inside their stomach, but she knew they didn’t mean that the way she did.

Nice going, she told herself. You couldn’t have shown some restraint just once!? Why do I always have to grab the first human I see every time I get hungry!? Plenty of other preds don’t have a problem taking their time!

Her stomach burbled constantly, sometimes quiet, other times loud and proud. She could feel it growing warmer. She’d thought she could maybe hear Marlin calling out her name a couple times before, but now the only sounds that came out were considerably wetter, every punch, kick and wriggle accompanied by a slosh or a splash.

He seemed nice… Why did I eat him? Why did I have to eat him? …I could still let him out, couldn’t I? I could do it right now. She tried to remember his face. I could go to the bathroom and just cough him up, maybe even take him to the nurse.

*guuurgle* *squelch*

But I won’t, will I? I never do… It’s just too…

*glorp*

Sorry I’m such a shit, Marlin… She rubbed her belly apologetically as it continued to work hard at digesting the meal she had so graciously provided. She stroked her furry bulge quietly all through class, dreading and reveling at every struggle he gave her, and every contraction her digestive system returned, up until the last few minutes of the period… A single, very particular jerk wobbled her gut, and then… stillness.

Wendy gasped quietly to herself. She pressed a hand more firmly into her gut. It gave off a few gurgles, but no other response. She cradled the lump in her midriff a bit tighter, and continued to wait out the clock.

…

*riiiiing*

With hours now behind her, and her last class of the day now coming to a close, Wendy walked the halls once again. She walked with her head down, wearing her not-unusual frown. One arm was occupied holding her textbooks, but the other was unfortunately free, idly poking at her belly as the bulge peeked out from under her shirt. A rounded mass of fur-covered pudge, now one human boy thicker.

Her frown deepened. She hated being-

“…fat…”

The word caught her ear as she moped by. It was just a single word passing in some unrelated sentence. In fact it might not have even been that word at all and she might have just misheard. But what really caught her attention was the voice. The voice was unpleasantly familiar.

She turned and saw a boy, two of them in fact. A pair of seniors she’d come across earlier that day. They’d pushed a kid into her…

Something inside her snapped. It was almost like when she lost control and snatched up a human for her belly, but this was different. This time her belly wasn’t asking for it, she was.

Completely without warning, the flabby cat dropped her stuff, turned and charged in the boys’ direction, rushing forward like a furry avalanche. Caught off guard, one of the chatting pair frantically scrambled for his wand, but couldn’t quite grab it on account of his gawking. She crashed into them with hardly a hint of grace, falling on top of them, her belly squelching loudly as the meal digesting inside cushioned the fall.

She pushed herself up with a bit of effort, anger clear on her face. She yanked one of the boys out from under herself, and plonked her doughy rear right on top of the other to keep him in place.

“If Marlin ended up lunch then you jerks should too!” she exclaimed.

She hardly looked at the boy’s face. She wasn’t even sure if he’d had the chance to recognize her. She just shoved his head straight down her gullet and swallowed hard.

*GULP*!

She leaned into that familiar feeling as it rose inside her; a fresh warmth spreading from her stretching gullet, like another log added to the fire.

*GULP*

*GULP*

She heard the bully enter her belly with a splash, his face shoved straight into the sizable pool of digested slop still sloshing around from her last meal. Her throat continued to funnel him in, pressing out her already bulging belly even further.

She groaned around him; a volatile mixture of emotion and sensation. Satisfaction, anger, remorse, disgust. She swallowed it all down.

*GULP*

*GULP*

*GULP*

His legs disappeared behind the drop of her gullet, but she hardly even paused. She reached out over her already sizable stomach, straining to lift some of her weight, and dragged out the second boy into her clutches.

“N-”

Not even a single word escaped his lips before he passed hers. And if he’d said anything else before she’d grabbed him, she hadn’t noticed. She shoved him straight down her throat, just like the first.

*GULP*

*GULP*

*groooan*

Her belly rumbled loudly, still processing the first human she’d consumed, only just becoming acquainted with the second, and already sensing a third on its way.

Oh no you don’t! Wendy told herself. She might have even said it out loud if her mouth hadn’t been full. You don’t get to complain! This is what you want, right? Nice, tasty humans to stuff your fat, greedy-!

*GULP*

*GULP*

The struggles in her belly reached a new level with that first swallow, as a second entire, undigested human pushed his first entrance into her stomach. Then the second swallow came, and the struggles nearly ceased entirely.

*GLORP*!

Her belly was full. Very full. Full enough that the newcomers inside could hardly even wiggle, packed in tight by the strained walls of her gut, with every crevasse in between them filled with the thick slop of the dissolved kid that came before them.

Come on!

*g…ul…p*

She forced the second bully’s body finally, fully into her gullet, tearing off his shoes with her claws on the way in an effort to save any room she could. But he hung there in her throat, thrashing, with nowhere to go.

Come on fat ass, do what you’re good at and NOM this guy!

She balled her fists, brought in her arms and clenched.

*ulch-u-UURP*!!

A wave of gas erupted through her strained sphincter, rushing over the boy lodged in her throat to expel itself from her maw as she stole any and all air that might have worked its way inside her.

*g…ulp*

*g-g…ulp*

Her stomach bulged larger and larger as she forced her meal inside. She opened her jaws again, shoved her own hand down her throat and pushed. Her belly groaned and glorped in protest; it hurt, but she deserved it, didn’t she?

*g…ulp*

*g… …ulp*

*g… u… l… p*

“Ahhhh…”

She let out a long breath as she pulled her arm from her throat, fur matted with her own drool. Her poor, bloated belly, stuffed beyond stuffed, did not wriggle or writhe, it twitched. It groaned unhappily as it tried and failed to massage the fresh meat it had been given, utterly overpowered by the sheer volume of food forced inside.

“There,” she sputtered uncomfortably. “Enjoy being cat fat.”

It was about that time when she noticed several other schoolmates staring. She half-rolled toward the nearby wall of lockers and used it as leverage to help raise her massive, distended bulge from the floor. Hardly managing to pull her feet back under her, hand against the wall for support, she started waddling away.

Great, you’re upset about eating a kid, so you eat two more? Yeah, real smart Weighty. …What even was this? Justice? Even if they were jerks, neither of them digested an innocent boy alive today and then shoved two more into his remains. What is wrong with me…?

…Ugh… these two are going to give me a stomachache for a week. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten them both after all? They’re just gonna make me even fatter anyway.

She winced at a failed contraction from her gut.

Whatever. It’s not like I’m letting them out after all THAT trouble. They’re just gonna have to stew in there and live with it like me until they’re done.

*gurg-* “Ugh”

Maybe this’ll finally teach me not to cram humans down my throat?

She looked over her bulge again, which took up a considerable portion of her lower vision. She’d never seen her belly stretch quite this big.

Oh… who am I kidding? This’ll probably just give me an even bigger appetite, won’t it?

Originally Published: 28-Feb-2024