Jessie - Part 2 (Patreon)

Meowth looks on, a whimsical expression on his face as Jessie methodically hangs up her old, ill-fitting uniform. The woman's naked form heaves and sways, breasts jiggling as she shoves the garment bag to the back of the closet. Much like the women of her family before her, as the years have progressed, so has the width and breadth of her hips and thighs...and Meowth won't let her forget it. Jessie doesn't have to say anything, even with her back to him she knows full well what the aging feline is looking at...and waiting for the inevitable snarky comment.

Meowth: I could die a happy cat.

Jessie peers over her shoulder with a wrinkled nose and a look of pure disgust, naturally thinking that the cat is implying that they...

Meowth: Once you go cat, you never go back.

Jessie: Uhhh, euuw. That's not gonna happen.

Rolling back on the bed, Meowth burst into a full belly laugh, pointing at the now confused-looking redhead's backside.

Meowth: Ohh, c'mon, I was joking. You don't actually think I wanna...? Me and you? Oh, that's rich! A: I'm too old for all that and... B: I prefer my woman to have a little more fur on them. Point of fact, I -was- imagining two giant cat toys that resemble your big 'ol giant...

Jessie: Asshole.

Meowth: Oh, aren't you the charmer? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

Still determined to find something to wear on her date, Jessie ignores the sarcastic feline and goes back to pulling clothing options out of the closet. One by one, holding this and that up to her body, while looking in a full-length mirror, the redhead narrows it down to two finalists. A tight-fitting, strapless, cocktail lounge-worthy, little red dress that leaves little to the imagination.  -or-  A full-length evening gown with a never-ending side slit and a bardot-style, off-the-shoulder, v-front that wouldn't look out of place at any black-tie gala.

She can't decide...Jessie rolls her eyes, once again turning to Meowth for his opinion.

Meowth: Okay, then... Girls night out for cocktails, lines of coke in a bathroom stall, and a blowjob in the parking lot...

Jessie snatches the tiny red dress away with a growl of annoyance, replacing it with the full-length gown.

Meowth: Or... Charity ball with Bruce Wayne...and a blowjob in the Batmobile.

Jessie angrily flings the dresses aside, again growling through gritted teeth. Meowth grins, eyeing the woman's quivering 'cat toys' as she turns and stomps towards the bathroom.

Jessie: Urgh! Why?! Why am I still asking -you- for fashion advice?

Meowth: She asks of the house cat who doesn't wear clothes.

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Original Art by Mew666

Commissioned by Phillipthe2