Felicia mewled, sighing as she looked at the latest reviews of her CDs. She had enjoyed a few years of popularity, some of her records reaching platinum status, but even the novelty of having a catwoman as a pop singer wore off after a time.
She sighed again, running a white furred paw through her huge mane of blue hair. Her ears twitched slightly, and she shook her head, smiling.
“Ah well… At least I got enough money in to live comfortably…” she said.
Which was true. Her records, her concerts, her merchandise, all of it had given her so much money that she didn’t have to work a day in her life ever again. She had a modest mansion on the outskirts of the city and some loyal employees (she didn’t like the word ‘servants’) that didn’t mind the fact that she wasn’t human. The orphanages and animal shelters she had started were thriving, making sure that abandoned youngsters and pets of all ages found good, loving homes. She still had many fans, but most of her target audience, young girls, had moved on to the next big artist, each more superficial than the last.
Felicia sighed. She didn’t have to work, but she wanted to. It helped get over the depression she felt.
Her first orphanage, Felicity House, had been run by Felicia herself. She had taken all the vows of a nun, but because she wasn’t human, the pope had disavowed her, refusing to acknowledge her as a nun and excommunicating her. It had been loudly contested by the church that raised her, as well as her lawyers, but the papacy wasn’t hearing of it.
Felicia mewled softly, idly fiddling with her tail.
She did have another option, but she wasn’t very happy with it.
Jedah was still around. Jon Talbain, her sometimes lover, had vowed to fight the so-called Dark Messiah. She could go find him… but she found fighting abhorrent, save for just friendly exercise or fighting to save someone she cared about. And Majigen, Jedah’s realm, was nearly constant fighting. To say nothing of the Dark Hunters that stalked that place. Donovan respected that she wasn’t a threat to humanity and left her alone, and Hsien-Ko and her sister were Felicia’s friends, but Baby Bonnie Hood was a fucking psycho who had vowed to have Felicia’s pelt as a jacket.
Felicia shivered.
She was BOOOORRREED… She had already checked up on her various businesses, her agent still didn’t have anything for her, she had already checked her stocks and sold the ones that were in danger of falling, and she really didn’t want to risk meeting up with B.B. Hood or even worse, Lord Raptor. Hsien-Ko had warned her that the zombie was a ravening bloodthirsty lunatic who went hump-crazy whenever he saw some female he liked. It was only by rampant mauling of the zombie’s genitals that she was able to escape being raped the first time. (He behaved himself and just flirted with her since then, his testicles regenerating.)
Felicia yawned, and stretched. It was getting late. Maybe she should get something to eat?
She picked up the phone and called her kitchen. The chef there, Alphonse, picked up.
“Yes, Miss Felicia?” Alphonse said.
“It’s getting late, Al. I’m thinking a little dinner would be nice. You got time or are you and the others going out to eat?” she asked.
Alphonse grinned. “Well, Miss Felicia, I’ve actually already eaten. I’ve got this amazing recipe I found that I’ve been wanting to try out, and I’d appreciate it if you’d be willing to try it.”
Felicia mewled. “Sounds good,” she said, “How long will it take?”
“Not long, Miss Felicia, I was actually in the process of making it when you called and was planning to offer it to you once I was done. Fifteen minutes, tops.”
Felicia nodded. “Thank you, Alphonse.”
Felicia hung up the phone and sighed, laying down on the couch in her room. She looked around at the lush surroundings, and contemplated just staying in here forever. Everything was so plush, so comfy… The couch she was sitting on was so comfortable, she felt she was sinking into it…
After fifteen minutes, Alphonse came in with the meal, which turned out to be a huge pan of lasagna, big enough to serve ten people. Felicia smelled it before it got there, the scent so delicious that she was salivating heavily.
“Oh my,” she said, looking it over and grinning. “It… It both looks and smells wonderful!”
Alphonse grinned, setting the pan down on the table. “You like? Lemme set it down here and get some plates…”
Before he could leave, however, Felicia began to tear into the lasagna, the smell overcoming any sense of reason, inflaming her hunger to sudden intensity. She used the serving spatula as a kind of spoon to shovel the tremendous amounts of lasagna into her mouth. Cheese and sauce smeared around her face as she stuffed herself, her belly visibly swelling.
Alphonse, for his part, could only watch as Felicia stuffed herself. He secretly took this job because he had a fetish for seeing women eat. To see a woman as beautiful as Felicia stuffing herself… on HIS cooking no less… It was a dream come true. He had to keep still, he didn’t trust himself not to do something inappropriate otherwise.
“Mmmm, delicious!” Felicia moaned, licking her lips and continuing to hungrily stuff herself. Bite after bite, huge scoopfull after huge scoopfull vanished into the catwoman’s ravenous maw, her belly bulging out with each swallow.
Finally, after consuming more than half the pan of lasagna, Felicia stopped. Her belly had bulged out to the size of a basketball, her jaws covered in sauce and gooey cheese. She licked her lips, laying back on the couch and groaning, clutching her heavy belly, which Alphonse could almost hear gurgling as it struggled to digest the load the greedy catwoman had just forced into it.
Felicia groaned, and let out a juicy belch, blushing. “’Scuse me… Sorry, but that lasagna was just so GOOD… I couldn’t help myself, it made me so hungry…”
“So not complaining,” Alphonse heard himself say.
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