Patreon Reward: Flabby Catra's Course

A slobby, food addicted Catra is forced to run an obstacle course for Entrapta!

“Entrapta, we’ve been at this for months...” Catra grabbed a disk-like ration bar from the platter in front of her and crammed it into her mouth. “How much longer do you need to test these experimental rations?” 

“Why, do you wanna stop eating them?” the scientist asked, using her prehensile pink hair to slide another platter over to the feline. 

“H-hey, I never said that!” Catra grabbed two more and delivered them to her mouth, chewing loudly. A small rumble of gas escaped her freshly broadened rear end. “I get headaches when I’m hungry! I’ll start shaking and stuff, too!”

Entrapta nodded. “No sign of the addictive properties abating in batch #C-198...hmm. I’m also worried about the energy content...”

“Whaddyamean?” Catra asked with her mouth full, swallowing and releasing a heavy “BWOORPH!” of a belch. “This stuff is super filling!”

“That’s what I’m curious about!” Entrapta looked her subject up and down. Catra had developed a significant, rounded paunch that hung forward off her waist. Her thighs had thickened considerably, growing incredibly doughy and soft and shaping her figure into a distinct bell. Her face had softened and grown plush along with her upper arms. “Hop on the scale, please?” Entrapta goaded. 

Grumbling, Catra stepped on the mechanical scale in the corner of the room. “Sheesh...” the feline groaned. “345 pounds? I need to cut back...tomorrow.” She turned back to the pile of sugary rations and continued scarfing them down. 

“I think we’d better calibrate for your physical capabilities now that you’ve been on an all-ration diet for a few months. Come with me!” 

“I’m not done eating!” Catra complained, spraying crumbs from her mouth.

“The dispenser is going to stop working if you don’t come!” Entrapta warned. 

Catra frowned and grudgingly followed, carrying an armful of the rations out with her.

Entrapta led Catra to an open portion of her laboratory. A climbing wall, balance beam, vaulting field, and rope lattice were set up in a line. “Please run this obstacle course!” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Catra exclaimed, agitatedly stuffing ration bars into her mouth. 

“C’mon, it’s a short one!” Entrapta’s hair snaked around Catra and poked her in her rump. “I’ve got a new ration mix for you to try after! It’s got 30% more sugar.”

Catra’s heterochromatic eyes grew glassy as she imagined the taste. “Fine.” She quickly devoured the rest of the rations she was carrying and made for the climbing wall. “This should be easy!” Catra jumped onto the wall with a burst of flatulence, her claws fastening on two of the uneven handholds. She began to pull herself upwards, a steady PHRaaaaaAAAP! of gas leaving her backside as she did. Sweat began to soak into her armpits as her once lithe body quivered and jiggled. 

“Hrrngh! URRPH!” Catra groaned, making it halfway up. Her pudgy arms quivered with effort as sweat soaked her tanned skin. “C’mon...” she grunted, lifting herself higher and higher, her rounded buttocks clenching with effort beneath their layers of flab. Grunting and expelling gas from both ends, she crested the wall and let her hefty body drop into the cushions set up beyond. 

“Faster!” Entrapta urged, vigorously taking notes. 

“This new batch better be delicious!” Catra growled, heading for the balance beam. Catra held out her arms, letting fresh sweat drip freely out of her pits. Her buttocks rocked to and fro as she traveled across the narrow beam, putting one chubby foot in front of the other. The feline wobbled back and forth, her flabby breasts swaying from side to side above her rocking belly paunch. 

“Deploying hazards!” Entrapta declared, pressing a button with her hair. Cushioned pendulums dropped from the ceiling and began cutting across the balance beam. 

“Hey!” Catra hopped forward a moment too slowly as a pendulum slapped the jut of her rear end. She pitched downward, using her feline reflexes to steady herself into a crouching position. “Ooof!” she grunted, expelling more foul gas from her body as she hurried forward, pushing her hips in as she passed the next pendulum. She managed to reach the other side with a gasp.
 Catra moved on to the vaulting boards and heaved her thick legs over the first, lowest platform. “BWOOORPH!” she gurgled, stopping to put a hand on her groaning, doughy tummy. “I shouldn’t have eaten so much before this!” Rallying, Catra got to her feet and jumped the next chest-height platform. As she did, her leggings gave way with a loud riiiiip!, revealing a tract of gray underwear fabric sucking against her sizable bottom. 

“We’ll replace that!” Entrapta promised.

Shooting the scientist a pointed scowl, Catra made her final vault, spinning her body as she hurled herself over the edge, her belly brushing the top. “Ooof!” Catra crashed ungracefully onto the cushion beyond. 

“One more,” Catra grumbled as she hurried to the rope lattice. She began squeezing through the pathway cut by the crisscrossing ropes, each one pressing against her hips and belly. New rolls bloomed on her figure from the pressure, reshaping the contours of her bottom heavy figure as the ropes dug into her body. Catra climbed beneath a low hanging rope, her butt dragging against the cord until it slapped free with a gaseous jiggle. “Ouch!” she groaned. “Just think of the rations, Catra!” she urged herself, turning sideways and running her belly and behind against a pair of vertical, parallel ropes. Her belly dragged a moment behind her movement and came free with a significant wobble. “Phew,” she gasped, making it to the finish line and pressing the button there.

“Great job!” Entrapta exclaimed, noting down her performance. “You did 8.4% better than my projections for your size. We’ll test again in a month!” 

“Another month?!” Catra groaned. 

“Come on, it’s all you can eat until then!” the scientist urged, her hair swaying behind her. “The dispenser will be set to ‘manual’!” 

“That doesn’t-” Catra gulped. “Really? As much as I want?” the feline hurried back to her testing chamber, huffing and puffing with effort.