The Fattened Bratty Catboy

Chapter 1 – Introducing the brat himself

It’s not very often that an adult neko gets to be rich. In fact, it’s nearly impossible to do, compared to how well regular humans are so capable of success in pretty much any industry. Anywhere you’d look, ranging from tailoring to textiles, from food service to manufacturing; it didn’t seem to matter what kind of job you wanted if you’re a catboy, humans would seem to do it better.

Thankfully, there are times where exceptions can be found! One lucky catgirl and catboy couple managed to luck out with their brand of neko-branded napkins: Purrfect Pleasures. Their first product was simple enough, cloth napkins decorated with a pattern of cat paw prints, sold far better than either could have predicted. With this opportunity, they immediately tested out other items, and every one of them – ranging from lamp shades to rugs and even clothing – sold with an intense popularity.

Within a short decade, along with providing more employment opportunities to many kemonomimi, Purrfect Pleasures expanded into corporate status and established locations around the globe. In an interview, the catgirl Molly had expressed humbled gratitude for the immense success that she and her husband got to experience. When the interviewer expressed a theory that one cause of their success is their employment opportunities to regular humans and kemonomimi, Molly just blushed.

Now, between them, their son was born into their new, and richer, lives. His attitude? A totally different story...

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“MOM!! THIS IS NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR!!”

The 18-year-old’s hollering could be heard across the house, which can be fairly impressive for a 4-story home, when you think about it. Oliver was fuming again, the food he wanted – nay, demanded – was not given to him exactly like he asked for. What’s so hard about giving him 3 cheeseburgers, a large fry, and a diet soda? And these.. these burgers had ONIONS on them.

And he did not ask for onions. Ketchup and mustard, that’s all these burgers need!

“MOM!!” he shouted again, his fuzzy ears flattened in annoyance, his cat’s tail jerking back and forth against the wall with impatience. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I’m coming dear, I’m coming!” his mom answered, her heavy breaths as she climbed up the stairs to her son’s room to the 3rd floor. It’s certainly a long trip from the kitchen on the ground floor, his mother always in a rush to tend to her boy’s needs. She paused at the top of the stairs, taking only a moment to catch her breath and--

“MOM, HURRY UP!!” he hollers again, making her jump slightly from the sudden loud yell.

With a sigh, she steals herself and approached his door, already with a couple large bags of chips in hand. Stepping through the open doorway, she sets the bags down by her son’s side and offers a kind smile. As bratty as he was, she loved him no matter what and always found herself spoiling him.

“I brought you a snack to go with your lunch, dear,” she says with a chipper voice, before noticing him frowning in frustration. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

Oliver sulked, his voice even sounded pouty in his response.

“I didn’t want onions on my cheeseburger,” he took a bite anyway as he spoke, “I don’t like onions, they’re gross. I want new burgers.”

Seeing her son so upset worried her, even as she looked down and saw the open burger wrapper with all the onion slices having been clearly picked off. Reaching forward, she rubs a shoulder gently to soothe him, her words sympathetic.

“Aw, my poor kitten. I’ll run back down to Fatburger and get you 3 more cheeseburgers, without onions, okay? And maybe I’ll treat this handsome boy to a milkshake, how does that sound?

The catboy didn’t respond, not that she expected him to. Really, all she wanted was for her son to be happy, healthy, and well-fed. It certainly didn’t hurt he had a little softness to him already, all that would mean to her is that she was doing her job right. Plus, a nice side-effect is that as long as he’s well fed, it would more time for her own hobbies.

Molly quietly leaves the room, ordering a member of the staff to repeat her son’s order, who gives a small bow and leaves. As she waits for his return, Molly rejoined her husband in the kitchen for the meal preparation for the evening. Oliver’s birthday had passed the previous weekend but, due to some unavoidable business they needed to attend to with the company, celebrations were missed.