I made a short gay ass fanfic and it's decent. I got carried away and I like writing as it is, so it's cool B)

POV-
It was about noon, and you were on lunch break for the next hour and a half. Today was slow, boring, never ending. Only a handful of customers had come in today, but at least now you had an excuse to sit around and do nothing. Yeah, "nothing", that's not really the best word to describe what you were up to on that phone of yours. You had been on it all day, checking it constantly. Some of your coworkers asked what was up, you simply told them "nothing, just waiting on something important!", and you'd give them a sly smile as you continued about your day. It wasn't a total lie at least, you truly were waiting on something important, but it was nowhere near what people would have thought. If only they could see, you thought to yourself.

But as you stared at your phone screen, simply wasting the day away, you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself. "Can you let me out now?" the pudgy kitty asked politely, yet that question carried with it a subtle tone of annoyance mix into it due to the predicament he was in. You gave him a smirk as you rested your head on the table you were set at. "It's getting pretty tight in this little box, and I know it wasn't this tight when you put me in here heh." He blushed and and smiled a bit when he gave reference to his little problem. You watched tenderly as he pressed his hands against the surface. Most of his form was already pressed firmly against the glass however. His belly and thighs took up most of the space on your phone, and his quite pear-shaped frame only exasperated how much of him was exposed. "Come on, quit staring at me like that! It's embarrassing, and my hoodie is really starting to expose my, uh, belly...It's quite tight..."

Little did this kitty know that you wouldn't be letting him out at all. No, it would be quite the opposite actually. This cute little cat wasn't wrong about being much more plush than he used to be, it was what you expected. The program you made, special for him, was the culprit, slowly adding pounds by the second. You traced your thumb over the cat's midsection, causing him to flush bright red. "H-hey come on! At least tell me how long you plan on keeping me here!" He stammered, trying to change the subject of his embarrassment. "Long enough" You softly spoke to him. You didn't know exactly when this would all be over, it all depended on how his body handled the calories. But you knew it wouldn't be long before the screen would crack under all that pressure behind it. Judging by how large he had become already, he'd be out by dinner. Lucky for him, because he's gone all day without a true meal, he'd be starving by then. Computers can only keep a cat satisfied for so long.

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Commission for the amazing  cooperthefatcat