Kinktober 14 - Anthro (Patreon)

Kinktober prompt:
Anthro

Contains: Breast Expansion, Weight Gain

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Kinktober 14 - Anthro

Quinn pushed open the apartment door, wondering whether Skye would be waiting to pounce or asleep in their bed. Quinn’s grey fur was matted and damp from the steady drizzle outside, and the wolf shook off before stepping across the threshold.

“Skye?”

A rustling of blankets and a loud thud came from the bedroom, and the curvy orange cat dashed down the hallway. Quinn watched as Skye’s soft belly and plump breasts wobbled as she pranced across the living room. Skye grinned widely and jumped into Quinn’s arms. Despite all the extra weight she’d added since they moved in together, her body still had the strength and agility of a natural predator. Quinn grunted, putting both hands under the cat’s rump to hold her upright.

“Oof,” Quinn grunted, “One of these days, you’re going to knock us both over.”

Skye kissed Quinn’s neck, briefly touching her rough tongue to the wolf’s fur with each press of her lips. “You promise?”

Quinn laughed, setting Skye back on her feet. “Is my chubby kitty hungry?”

The cat purred, nuzzling her head into Quinn’s chest. “Mmmm, always.”

The wolf’s snout rested on top of Skye’s head. “What should I make for dinner?”

Skye pulled back, her emerald eyes sparkling. “Lasagna?”

Quinn quirked an eyebrow. “Lasagna again, really?”

The cat leaned into Quinn, making the wolf keenly aware of her softened curves. “It’s my favorite,” She purred.

“You’re such a cliche, you know that?”

Skye clicked her tongue. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a lazy orange cat who loves lasagna.” She ran her hands up Quinn’s sides, making the wolf shiver with need. “But I’m your fat kitty, right?”

“That you are, pretty girl.”

A matching tremor of appreciation ran down Skye’s body at Quinn’s praise. Her body grew warm, but she pushed herself back from her partner.

“Dinner first. Fun times after.”

Quinn reached out to pinch her ear between thumb and forefinger, rubbing the skin while scratching the top of her head. Skye rose on tiptoes and arched her back into Quinn’s hand.

“Are you sure we can’t have fun times first?” Quinn asked.

Skye pouted, stepping out of Quinn’s reach.

“Okay, okay. Message received.”

Quinn stepped into the kitchen and grabbed an apron off its hook. Skye took a seat at the table, her tail flicking in anticipation.

Nearly two hours later, Skye had devoured nearly two entire loaves of cheesy garlic bread, a pan of lasagna, and two-thirds of the second pan. Quinn ate only a single serving of pasta and one slice of bread, leaving the rest for the greedy cat.

Skye gently massaged her stomach with mewling whimpers. The fuzzy orange dome had expanded almost as far as her plump breasts.

“What’s the matter,” Quinn teased, “Eyes bigger than your stomach?”

Skye glared through heavy-lidded eyes. “Nothing’s bigger than my stomach.”

Quinn slid the chair to sit next to her, cupping one breast that overflowed the furry paw. “These still are…”

Skye whimpered.

The wolf’s voice became a low, gravelly whisper. “You ate so much, such a good girl…”

A soft mewl escaped Skye’s lips.

Quinn picked up her fork, sliding the glass dish toward them. “Just a few more bites?”

In response, Skye let her mouth fall open.

The wolf fed her the remaining lasagna, rubbing her belly as it grew even more taut and firm with each bite. Quinn murmured words of praise and encouragement that made the cat squirm and open her mouth each time the fork came near.

After dinner, they spooned together in the bed. Quinn massaged Skye’s belly as she drifted off to sleep. They were both looking forward to their “fun time,” but that would have to wait until after her cat nap.