STORY - Tish Coat-Tail: The Lab Rat (Patreon)

Our third story of the month; the ever-cheeky Tish Coat-Tail is here in her debut adventure! How will she fair when she visits the local potion store?

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Tish Coat-Tail was a master thief, or at least she fancied herself as one. She could burgle, mug, heist, and swindle with the best of them! It just wasn’t her fault that something always seemed to throw a wrench in her plans.

She was a small ratkin, just a bit over two feet tall with white fur. She kept a brown hooded cloak pulled over her head, chest and hips, giving her a mysterious yet low profile look. Big blue eyes gleamed beneath her hood, almost as noticeable as the huge, plump chest and wide, white hips that poked at the edges of her cloak. Her mousy nose wiggled, twitching the bandage resting on top of it around with it.

Tish was cooking up something big, but it would take time to arrange all that. There were smaller fish to fry for the time being, which led her into her local potion shop.

Potions and Lotions was a chain of alchemy stores that popped up in a number of major cities and towns. There were your basic healing potions and other medicines, but they carried much more potent (and expensive) stuff for the more adventurous types. It had many aisles lined with all shapes and sizes of bottles, sectioned off for their own departments to organize whatever their contents did.

Tish moved at a smooth and casual pace through the main aisle, ignoring the occasional clerk (or “alchemical assistants,” as the company liked to refer to them) like she knew what she was looking for. It was technically true; she went right past the Strength and Shapeshifting aisles before passing through the Invisibility section. She spotted what she was looking for and without missing a beat, her tail slipped out from under her cloak and snatched up a bottle. It was tucked neatly inside her cloak, snickering as she pocketed her prize out of sight.

“Small and ‘spensive,” she mused to herself. “Just how I like my loot.”

Tish made a few passes through the aisles, plucking up whatever she could quietly shoplift onto her person. Her billowy cloak had plenty of hidden pockets and padded pouches to conceal them without making a sound, stocking up on whatever was useful or that she could pawn for a fair amount of gold the next town over.

“Ooh. There’s the ticket,” she noted quietly. She spotted the Growth Department just ahead and quickly scurried between the racks. She rifled through a few rows of bottles and beakers before she picked out a small potion. It was barely bigger than a shot glass with a gently glowing blue liquid inside.

“This should do the trick. Show anybody who tries to mess with a little fing like me. Now why do they always make the labels on these so bleedin’ ‘ard to read…?”

“Scuse me, ma’am?” a voice called from another aisle down. Tish nearly dropped the potion she was studying as she heard his footsteps approaching.

The flustered mousegirl fumbled with the bottle. She thought fast, deciding it was too late to put it back where she found it. It was too conspicuous to just stuff it into her clothes without risking the clerk finding her other stolen goods. The glowing bottle was too obvious to hide quickly so she did the only thing she could think of; she drank it down in one hasty gulp.

An orc dressed in some semi-formal pants and a shirt with P&L on the chest poked his head down the aisle. He had a tall and brawny build that didn’t seem to fit his tidy attire and the small pair of spectacles on his short, broad nose.

“Couldn’t help but ‘ear ya askin’ some questions. Anything I can help ya with?” he offered politely.

“Oh, no thank ye!” Tish insisted, hiding most of her blush between her fur and hood. She shifted her fingers to cover up its small label. Thankfully she had drained it to the last drop.

“I was just fiddlin’ with a sample bottle from up front. I’ve got it all figured out now, so don’tcha worry now.”

The orc smiled and nodded back.

“Of course, ma’am. Don’t be afraid to holler if you need anythin’.”

With the clerk gone, Tish gave a relieved sigh.

“That was a close one. I better clear out ‘fore they get too HOLY humpin’ ‘arpies!”

Tish bit back her exclamation just in time to avoid any further attention, but her shock still remained. Her clothes had suddenly started tightening before she realized her cloak wasn’t the problem. It hadn’t been the kind of growth potion she was looking for, considering that her already generous bosom had swollen up a few more cup sizes. She had gone from a snug fit inside her cloak and loose, sleeveless top to a good portion of her breasts simply hanging out of her clothes.

With a frustrated growl, Tish whipped around to look back to the shelf. She nearly fell into the rows of potions from the whiplash of her overgrown tits, but her thief’s reflexes caught her balance with a mere flurry of flailing arms.

“There’s got to be something here to shrink these back down,” Tish thought aloud. Her tiny paws fingered through the rows of potions, frowning as nothing sprang to her immediate attention. She couldn’t even recognize half of them.

“Who put all these labels in gnomish?” the indignant thief grumbled before snatching up a red bottle. Red ones always healed you, right?

She uncorked it with a flick of her finger and guzzled its contents. It tasted unnaturally cold for its room temperature bottle, sending a shiver down her spine until her tail stiffened up.

“Ooh! That one tingles all the way down,” Tish chirped.

She finally got her tail to relax, only to be surprised when a gentle breeze kept blowing across her fluffy butt cheeks. She turned to investigate and squeaked in surprise as she saw her ass had gotten even bigger than it already was to fill her shorts and then some. Her cloak barely reached the top of her swelled up cheeks. Her booty was bigger than her head, even counting her mousy ears.

“Are ye kidding me?” she hissed in a hushed but flustered voice.

Tish pulled on the hem of her cloak, pulling it as far down as she could. Even that barely got past the curve of her lower back.

“I can’t sneak around like this!” Tish complained. “How am I s’posed ta hide from the guards with a slice’a cake this big bouncin’ around behind me?”

Tish frowned and grabbed another bottle. This one was a creamy white but flowed smoothly like a serving of wine. She was getting more annoyed and desperate, and she remembered hearing about how mixing too many potions together diluted them. Drinking enough would get her out of this mess eventually.

She ignored the swirling hearts symbol on the bottle and took another quick gulp. She wiped her mouth and set it back on the shelf as she felt her heart race.

“Oh crackers,” she muttered. “This had better just be a speed potion…”

Her eyes darted around, doing her best to conceal her expanded curves while watching out for any more employees. Her heartbeat grew more rapid as she saw her own reflection in one of the wider bottles set out on the shelves. Even with her features looking distorted by the shaped glass, she could make out the bright pink hearts that had formed in her pupils.

“That can’t be good,” Tish muttered as she found herself staring vacantly at her own reflection.

The lust potion kicked into high gear as her mouth hung open, staring vacantly at herself at her exaggerated curves. Her eyes fluttered as she took her own breath away, puffing out her breaths heavy enough to fog up the glass in front of her.

“Oh blimey,” Tish mewled as she momentarily lost control.

Her body was hot and aching for any sort of touch, so her hands went up to her newly expanded breasts. The rat girl’s eyes rolled back as the simple groping made her mind numb and her thighs damp.

As Tiff rubbed herself down, she couldn’t help but pull down on the top of her outfit. Her breasts eagerly sprang out and her fingers went right to her nipples, softly pinching the pink peaks poking out from her fluffy white jugs. Her buck teeth bit into her lip as she started to lose all control to her libido.

It took all the ratgirl’s roguish instincts to keep quiet as her tail seemed to move on its own. It curled around her hip and slid its smooth, hairless tip into the crotch of her shorts. She let out a shuddering sigh as she let it dip into her soaking wet pussy, wriggling and rubbing its way inside her fluffy crotch.

Tish let out a trilling coo as she rubbed herself down. Her tail stealthily pumped against her clit, but that only seemed to tease herself into more of a heated frenzy. She groped at her soft and fluffy tits, squirming as she played with her overly sensitive flesh.

“Crackers! This feels good as gold,” she moaned under her breath. “But I can’t get caught tailin’ myself. Gotta be a way to fix this!”

The mousy rogue hastily grabbed some more potions. Tish was struggling to think clearly, but she clung to the idea that one of them had to be a cure. She kept masturbating with her tail and groping her breasts with one hand to keep herself satisfied as she gulped down several more bottles in quick succession. She felt a few rushes of heat or a bubbly tingling as they went down, but if anything her libido onto got worse.

Her cheeks were rosy beneath her white fluff when she reached for a higher shelf. She grunted and moaned as she stretched out her paw, just for a large green hand to gently take hold of it. Tish peeked out the corner of her hood to see the orc from before standing there with a polite smile on his face. With a few different kinds of love potions running through her system, he was looking a lot finer than he was earlier.

“If ya don’t mind, miss, I can help ya with the top shelf stuff. Was there somethin’ I could help ya with?”

Tish was lucky that she had instinctively been shoving the empty potions back on the shelves. The clerk didn’t seem to notice anything amiss with their goods, but something was clearly out of place with Tish.

She whiled around to face him. There were hearts in her eyes and blush coloring beneath her pale fur. Her hips were big enough to see from her ass from the front and her huge jugs were pulled out of her top. Her tail was still writhing around between her thighs as she panted at the orc.

“I NEED YOU!” she blurted out.

The ratgirl grabbed the orc by his shirt and pulled him down to her level. She stared at him with her wide and wild eyes, her heart racing and pussy dripping.

“I need ya inside me! I need it bad! I need ya ta turn me inta swiss cheese with that big bleedin’ cock’a yours! Roight here and roight now!”

The orc rubbed his strong jaw, deep in thought as he bent over face to face with the rat.

“I suppose the customer’s always right,” he conceded.

That was all Tiff needed to grab the clerk by the collar and leap into his arms. The agile and horny thief got some significant air as she smacked her breasts into his barrel chest. The bespectacled orc caught her, bringing his hands around her hips. He squeezed her fuzzy ass cheeks as she mashed her lips into his.

Tish peppered the unknown orc with kisses as fast as she could before she wasn’t satisfied with that any longer. She opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue as she desperately shoved it into his mouth. Just having the bigger orc press his thicker appendage into her mouth in reply had her eyes rolling. His much bigger mouth had her drooling over the fur covering her inflated tits.

Tish dug her short claws into the employee’s shirt as her tail went down to his waist. She had handled treasure, daggers, and even picked locks with it when she’d needed, so it was no trouble at all for her to undo a man’s belt. His pants dropped as soon as they were freed from their bonds, exposing his huge and throbbingly hot member.

Tish gave a long, nonsensical cooing noise as she wrapped her tail around the orcish dick. It made a few laps before it started tugging on his hardon, slapping it against the fattened cheeks of her ass. With her claws scratching needily at the clerk’s chest, he didn’t need much direction to give her what she needed.

The orc’s powerful hand pulled down Tish’s bottoms, exposing her fur-lined pussy. Her swollen and needy lips were dripping with pussy juice over his dick before they even made contact. The potions had Tish hornier than she had ever been, so she was aching for more. Her hips were humping before they even touched his cock, so the orc only had to lower her to impale her on his meaty green dick.

“EEP~! YES! YYYYES!” Tish ranted in a hushed and horny tone. It was all she could think to say as the orc urged her backward. With the ratkin’s feet off the ground, she didn’t have much say in the matter as she was suspended by his cock and arms. The clerk pinned her against the far wall, leaving them further out of sight as he plowed the curvy rat.

Tish squeaked and jiggled as she just clung onto him, her wordless approval ringing out loud and clear. Her thick ass slapped against the wall while her dripping wet pussy made it so even the creature three times her size fit easily inside her. The orc cupped her massive jugs, pinning her to the wall with nothing but his cock as he lifted and sucked on her swollen nipples.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes~!” Tish yelped as he seemed to please her entire body at once. Her eyes rolled back as she drooled over her fluffy jugs. Her cries were drowned out by the steady thumping of the orc fucking her against the wall and his balls slapping against her plump thighs.

The bumbling thief’s large front teeth bit into her bottom lip, stifling what was clearly a passionate scream without such precautions. It came out as a sputtering grunt instead as her pussy squeezed the orc’s cock. Her tail wrapped around his balls for a quick, affirming squeeze. Tish’s silent plea for his cum let the clerk finish inside her, flooding her insides with a thick rush of creamy heat. The thief’s body finally relaxed, shaking limply against him as she orgasmed around his pulpy load.

Tish was left catching her breath as she leaned into the clerk. She was still a few sizes too big for her clothes to fit properly, but at least her rampaging lust had started to cool off. She blinked the hearts from her eyes as the orc slowly pulled out of her sloppy snatch and set her back down.

“Er… thanks. Just had a sudden urge. You know how it is,” Tish tried to bluff.

The orc leaned against the wall, taking a moment to recover as well.

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” he huffed.

Tish remained wary, but he didn’t seem to notice any of the bottles still clinking around inside her cloak. Either he hadn’t realized what she was up to or he wasn’t getting paid enough to care.

“In fact, I got sort of a store discount going on. How’s about I get you a free potion? I think that’s at least worth what you and I had goin’ on here, eh?”

The orc flashed her a tusked grin as Tish stared blankly back at him. He definitely didn’t realize what she was up to. She opened her mouth, about to ask for one of their most powerful and expensive potions, but just raising her hand proved uncomfortable. Her tits were still more massive than ever as her elbow slapped against it.

“Er… then… do ye have any bottles of Cureall? Somethin’ to remove a curse or poison or the like?”

“Is that all? No problem!”

The orc plucked a bottle of clear, gently sparkling fluid from a top shelf. It was somewhere Tish never would have though to go for in her panic. Not that she could have reached it without a bit of fancy acrobatics.

“Yea… yea, thanks,” Tish mumbled. She guzzled the potion on the spot, letting her overblown curves shrink back down to the curvy shortstack figure she was used to. She gave the clerk an uneasy smile and handed back the empty bottle.

“Thank ye, guv. I’ll just be seein’ myself out then…”

Tish forced a smile at the stinging slogan and quickly scampered out the door, cutting her losses with what few potions she’d managed to stash before she bumped into him.

“Sure! Come on back to Lotions and Potions whenever you need to get your creative juices flowing!”