Gold Tier Story - Stuffed Waffles (Patreon)

The sizzling sound of melted butter on a grill was always coupled with a sweet scent that Jessica adored in the morning. Breakfast was not only the most important meal of the day, for the otter it was her favorite. She often went to bed at night excited about the prospect of a big bountiful meal that awaited her in the morning. In the final moments before she’d doze off to sleep she’d wonder if she should have crunchy salty sweet bacon or maybe sausage to go with her plate in the morning. The otter sauntered into the kitchen wearing only some silky crimson boyshorts wrapped around her hips letting her plump tits jiggle freely as she noticed a perfectly pert butt jiggling as a canine tail swished back and forth to the music playing over the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen. 

Jessica was greeted with not only the buttery sweet scent of a kitchen in operation, but a visible bounty of stacked fluffy brioche bread slices high on a plate. Her eyes glimpsed the plate of bacon that was on the counter, the pieces being pulled from the cast iron skillet and resting on a bed of paper towels before their final destination on a plate. “Something smells good..” Jess announced her presence as Sherri turned back with a slight smirk. 

“Oh good morning!” Sherri chirped, her tail visibly speeding up as she saw Jess. “Well, still morning technically. I decided to let you sleep in a bit.” She winked and served up the last bacon piece from the skillet onto the grease soaking paper towels to help keep the meat crispy. 

“Mhm!” She made her way to the counter and stole a piece of that crunchy bacon for her own, cracking off an end and crunching it between her lips. “I must be losing my touch, last time you said you were too sore to make breakfast and wouldn’t stop nudging me until I made it.” Her tongue poked out lightly. 

“Uh-huh,” Sherri hummed, “Aaaand I figured you’d make breakfast not bring me an egg mcmuffin.” Her hips wiggled to the side giving Jessica a slight bounce to the side with her juicy uncovered butt. 

“Well I still made it.” The otter rationalized, bantering back with her own hip bump. “I just delegated the responsibility to specialists suited to the task. It’s a skill suited for the ranks of top brass.” She leaned in and hugged at Sherri’s smaller frame, lips pressing against her ear for a good morning smooch. “But next time I’ll let you try my abhorrently basic scrambled eggs and bacon.” 

Sherri’s cheeks flushed and she leaned into the smooch, her tail thumping loudly against Jessica’s thigh. “Well get some breakfast, you’re gonna need your strength today. I’ve been dying to go scuba diving and today we’re going.” It was finally summer and a time when Sherri could truly enjoy the sandy beaches of the island paradise of Hawaii, more so the water, and even more so the depths of said water and the idea of exploring some of the coral habitats of the ocean was something she’d been dying for all winter. 

“Alright babe,” Jessica smirked. “Just for you I’ll go see the ocean again today.” As a Navy Officer Otter she could definitely spend her time in better ways than being out anywhere near the ocean after she spent weeks upon weeks being isolated within it. Another smooch and she looked towards the plate of egg custard soaked brioche bread stacked high with the fanciful breakfast essentials beside it, orange juice, milk, thick maple syrup, and powdered sugar in a bowl. The last addition was Jessica’s favorite and that was the large plate of bacon that was set beside the French toast. “French toast.” Jessica hummed thoughtfully. “Seems a little too easy for you.” Jessica examined a slice as she placed it on her plate curiously noticing the large bulging center, although the otter’s S-Tier breakfast included waffles she would be a fool to say no to a home made breakfast by her beloved pei. 

“Just try it and see!” The doggirl seemed more excited to try it than Jessica, the otter looking at the slice on her plate and without any of the toppings, she reached for the syrup but Sherri almost yelped. “Try it without syrup first!” Her heart was pounding with anticipation and Jessica lofted a brow almost defying Sherri for a moment. How could she honestly be expected to eat French toast without syrup? That seemed like a cardinal food sin. “..Please? Just one bite?” Sherri whimpered with her lower lip tucked between her teeth. 

Oh those big brown eyes and the way her hands clasped together with her muzzle slightly hidden behind them, her tail giving away her excitement as it flapped back and forth behind her hard enough that she almost seemed to be wagged by it! “Oohkay.” Jessica conceded and glanced at the slice, it didn’t seem fancy, the normal French toast fare of an extra thick slice of bread and the sweet scent of cinnamon egg custard that had soaked into the crumb. She lifted it and took a bit, her eyes widening as she felt something sticky, sweet, and warm, exceptionally warm but not blisteringly hot. It flooded her mouth more than what she was expecting and part of the filling squirted out the side dripping onto her breasts and staining her tawny fur. The creamy thick essence wasn’t what she was expecting as it raced along her tongue, it wasn’t chocolate but it held the same sort of texture and reminiscent of the flavor. She chewed and pulled it back to see the creamy hazelnut filling that had created the swollen bulge in the center of the brioche bread. 

Jessica almost giggled as she nodded in approval, Sherri practically squealing with delight as she ran to the table. “See? Filled French toast, I did strawberry, blueberry, sweet cream frosting, and Nutella!” Sherri proudly stood up and glanced towards the remaining slices that were currently grilling. “Here I’ll finish up these and join you okay?” 

The otter smirked as she took another bite, then another. Her eyes glancing down at her breast to see the warmed Nutella spilling into her fur, a pinky fingertip gathered it up and plopped between her lips. She couldn’t stand to let good hazelnut go to waste, as she let the sweetness roll along her tongue she glanced at the fluffy brioche. She was truly humbled by the idea that nothing could ever rival her love for waffles. Nothing could truly beat the crunchy exterior soft filled treat filled with individual cups that could each have their own syrup serving but Sherri certainly did give the Belgian breakfast staple a run for its money.

“Hm.” Jessica licked her lips as the last chunk was deposited into her maw, her eyes glancing over at Sherri wearing nothing but a pink apron and letting that bubble butt jiggle as she fussed over the griddle. Sherri turned the heat off on the stove but as she leaned forwards Jessica felt the heat turning on, her cock slowly hardening as the tip peeked from her crimson silk boyshorts. She hadn’t fapped this morning and her already full balls were concocting ideas, Sherri’s figure, her demeanor, her attitude that was so spunky and feisty, as well as that decidedly lewd outfit, it all culminated and made Jessica’s cock throb to life. Not that it needed any help with her morning condition. “You know,” Jessica began matter of factly. “I can make stuffed waffles.”

Sherri’s ear twitched irritably as she served up the plate with a fresh slice, “Oh really?” Sherri said trying not to sound hurt. Her fingertips gripping into the spatula as her lips pursed and focused on her feat of ingenuity as she gently plunged the tip of the piping bag into the slice. “Well next time you could make me breakfast, stuffed waffles maybe?” Her tone suddenly sharpened and agitated as she squeezed on the bag pumping the slice with her favorite of the fillings, Nutella. Her ears caught the slight gulping sound that it made every time the bread was glugged full with creamy, sticky, tasty, thick, sweetness, warmed up by the fresh bread that let it soak into the dough. 

“Mmm nah,” Jess shrugged her shoulders. “I think I want to make it now.” Her voice rumbled with a lustful chitter as she snatched her hands around Sherri’s waist holding her tight as the tip of her cock poked against Sherri’s puffy slickened pussy slit. It was already drenched and leaked some of that sweet syrupy pussy nectar down Jessica’s cock. “Oh wow..” The otter murred happily as she leaned against the whimpering doggirl who tensed at the touch suddenly realizing Jessica’s intention. “I didn’t know cooking was such a turn on for you.” Her voice whispered into Sherri’s ear, nipping gently with her otter fangs. 

“Hff!” Sherri huffed, her tail curling into itself as she felt her pawtoes scrunch, Jessica’s cock sliding back and forth against her twat and letting all the sweet nectar of her juices soak onto her thick girthy meat. “You jerk..” Sherri breathed out, her heart skipping a beat as the tip of Jessica’s cock smoothed between her cuntlips and springing free only to tap upwards with the top of her shaft mashing against Sherri’s pussy cleft. “I.. I was.. was actually mad for a second!” 

“Gotcha,” Jessica crooned sweetly as her tongue trailed along Sherri’s ear. “Call us even for surprising me with that Nutella filling earlier!” Her hips finally pushed forth and like a perfect fitting glove Sherri’s pussy allowed Jessica’s cock to slide inside, her cock slickened by juices that were drenched inside Sherri’s mound her dick felt perfectly at home inside the contracting walls that squeezed upon her length. “Nnnh..” Jessica’s emerald eyes lidded closed as she embraced the sensational warmth and held tightly upon Sherri’s frame letting the tight quivering twat get used to her length and the pleasure she had to offer before peeling her dick backwards and slowly rhythming inside Sherri’s slit. 

Jessica’s powerful hips bucked Sherri forwards, the doggirl stunted with pleasure as her fingertips squeezed upon the piping bag that gushed the creamy Nutella from the tip creating a mess on her perfect granite countertops. Jessica’s body toncintued to buck against her small frame, pinning her forwards against the counter as Sherri huffed and looped her tail around the otter’s lower back. “Hfff.. Jess!” Sherri barked out, standing on her pawtoes as her calf muscles strained to keep upright.

“Harder?” The otter teased as she leaned her body inwards with her hands tightly holding on Sherri’s hips as she began to buck in deep. Standing upon her tiptoes with her rudder tail balancing her frame with leverage, those heavy balls clapping against Sherri’s cuntmound with every beated thrust of her hips. The otter squinted as Sherri huffed and puffed against the counter, she licked her lips, no longer content to simply stare at the back of Sherri’s head. 

Her hips pushed harder and with her body lowering slightly she angled upwards, pushing at Sherri’s juicy thighs until she was hoisted upwards upon the counter. Her knees balanced slightly on the stone with her body pushed against the side of the fridge, her jaw gaping open as Jessica tugged at her arm to make Sherri look back over her shoulder as Jess rut her hips inside. “Hay.. Look at me!” Jessica commanded lustfully as their eyes met, her tongue licking at her chops, the blushing cheeks, the way Sherri panted and huffed, Jessica could feel her cock churning with excitement. “So.. Like my home made.. stuffed waffles?” 

Sherri nodded excitedly, “Yeah.. Is.. they.. They’re good!” Her panting breath almost caught in her throat as Jessica held upon Sherri’s asscheeks, her hips slamming over and over again as her cock pumped in deep. 

“Good!” Jessica said in a half exasperated moan. “Because now it’s time for the filling!” She forced her eyes to stay open as her jaw clenched tightly, and through squinted eyes she watched Sherri’s expression as her fat veiny cock engorged and throbbed heavily inside Sherri’s pussy. The base of her length felt like a dam breaking through as she hilted inside Sherri’s pussy with a sharp wet slap of their hips, some of those slickened pussy juices spilling down her shaft and soaking at her ballsack that mashed against Sherri’s juicy twat when suddenly the tip of her ottercock erupted with a heavy glut of cum that fired directly against Sherri’s dilated cervix, the first of a volley of hot spunk that splattered loudly against Sherri’s sapphire tinted womb. 

“Ohgod..” Sherri felt her eyes widen as Jessica’s fire hose of a cock continued to shoot thick ropes of jizz, all that pent up spunk that had been churning away inside Jessica’s bloated balls now filling up her body. She could feel the pressure on her waist as it kept pouring in, rope after rope with every throb of Jessica’s continuously cumming cock with no end in sight. “Jhehsss..” Sherri huffed, her ears folding back as her knees started to buckle and her pawtoes squished together. “Its.. too much.. I’m..” Sherri strained as the weight of Jessica’s cum was all centered in Sherri’s womb causing her belly to indent from the sheer amount. “Not.. gonna have any room to eat!” Sherri whined, her tongue bit down between her teeth as her eyes shut tightly, her body quivering as another orgasm raced through her form almost paralyzing her with pleasure. 

Jessica’s body pushed upwards, milking her cock with Sherri’s body as her cum poured out, the ecstasy filled release that came with her unleashing all that spunk that streamed out from the tip of her incredibly sensitive orgasm tinted cocktip bringing a continual rush of orgasmic bliss to her senses. “Thasstoobaddd…” Jessica heaved as she leaned her body forwards once more, her mouth open and biting down upon Sherri’s shoulder holding her tightly with those otter fangs. “Wasth reallyh tasthy!” She groaned through half muffled groans as she bucked her hips forwards with one last load pumping inside.

If Sherri didn’t know better the otter’s cock throbbed to life excitedly, a second orgasm rushed through the otter simply from milking her cock inside Sherri. The doggirl’s ears perked as she heard the familiar and reminiscent sounds of glugging that came from Jessica’s ottercock, the thick length filing her already full womb with even more cum. Ropes added onto the initial barrage and Sherri could hear the individual ropes of creamy, sticky, tasty, thick, sweetness, that added to the already massive load of cum that strained the walls of her womb. Jessica’s cum was hot but it was warmed even further by Sherri’s own body temperature that kept the thick spunk brimming inside her as it sloshed around in her fertile womb. “Ghhh… so.. full..” Sherri huffed, as she slumped closer against the wall with her pawtoes almost permanently scrunched as the ecstasy of her own orgasm washed along her body, surging forth against her and drawing back in crashing waves.

Jessica panted for air as she tried to catch her breath as she leaned against Sherri’s body, her hands tightly holding onto her waist and the slight abdominal bulge in her belly that reminded the otter of the filled French toast she’d enjoyed earlier. Her thick cock still filled Sherri’s pussy and she was hesitant to pull free, the sheer girth preventing any of her spunk from spilling out from Sherri’s swollen puffy twat. “Amazing breakfast, Sher..” Jessica huffed as she leaned her head over resting her chin upon Sherri’s shoulder and letting their cheeks rub together, both of their bodies trembling as Jessica reflected on her earlier thoughts.

Nothing could beat waffles except one thing.. French toast AND waffles.