Alec's alarm went off, the flabby tiger grumbling and pawing for the clock. Once he shut the alarm off, he debated just going back to sleep. Sighing, he decided against it, knowing that he had a filming today and the producers, as small and edible as they were, got cranky when stars took off without calling in sick. And he felt perfectly fine.
Smacking his lips, the immense feline hefted his immense bulk to his feet. Clad only in a pair of sweatpants, he waddled out of his bedroom, his immense belly brushing against the sides of his hall as the seven foot hulking predator made his way to the kitchen. Alec smiled, patting his gut. He loved this feeling, loved the feel of his body filling up his house. The only real feeling that compared was the feel of someone wriggling around inside of his belly, helpless as they digested away and became a part of his fat, stretching his orange and black-striped fur even further.
It's the main reason he signed up to be a Fat Vornography star. He was a pred already, and loved to eat, but to keep his job options open, he kept slim and fit. But this... this was a dream job. He had collected all of the Fat Vornography videos ever since they first came out, and when he heard there were openings for preds, he immediately applied. After gaining enough weight, he began filming.
He was lazy at heart, and wanted to do nothing more than eat, fuck, and sleep. And in his role as a voraphilic fat porn star, he got to do that.
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