Story: Rental Mom (Patreon)

Premise: When Nak's clothes get taken from the laundromat by accident he's left with no choice but to wear some discarded women's clothes to get home with modesty in tact. Having a shirt with 'Rental Mom' on it is embarrassing enough, but things get stranger when others take him up on the offer.

Contains: Mpreg, feminization, rapid growth, lactation, feeding, size diff, and stuck.

For Nak

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The mid-afternoon sun beamed through the laundromats' windows, filling the front end with radiant warmth. Yet it was not solar radiation pouring on his bare back that got Nak heated. For a random Monday, the hefty cow anthro hadn’t expected this establishment to be prospering so well. Three other anthros occupied various chairs lined against the wall awaiting their loads to finish while four more sorted clothes among the machines.

Unlike most of them, however, the cow sat in just boxer shorts with cartoon cat patterns on them. He only had so many good pairs of overalls to last a week, so he figured it best to get the most out of a washer’s outrageous four dollar charge.

Luckily, no one was sitting there judging a half-naked steer in such a place. Heck, there was a bunny in his tighty-whities, taking their time sorting socks. Opposite him was a ferret woman fat enough to challenge Nak’s for size dominance. Her sports bra and shorts were stretched possibly to their limits, trying to modestly cover full breasts and a butt that wobbled with every step.

Nak caught himself staring before the ferret did, his wide snout burning a little more red for his deviating attention. He tried to hide it by bringing up Pokemon GO on his phone. There was a Chinese food place serving as a pokestop two stores over, leaving a decent amount of critters to catch. It was a nice little distraction for another forty minutes while people came and went with their clothes. For some reason, the skinny bunny had no problem lugging his basket out the door while still stripped down to his underwear. An event just strange enough to catch the cow’s attention for a few seconds before returning to his game.

Why it took Nak an additional minute to realize whose shirts and pants were in the basket remained a mystery.

“Sir!?” The cow leapt from his plastic chair, drawing attention with the loud landing of hoof feet. Nak was out the door into the hot open air without hesitation, just in time to watch the car finish pulling out. “I think you have my clothes by mistake! Wait! SIR!?”

If the bunny noticed a large half-naked bovine frantically waving both hands, it didn’t stop him from shifting gears for a speedy exit back onto the main roads. Nak continued mooing and jumping in place until the vehicle turned a corner to vanish out of sight. At which point, a breeze across his back fur reminded him what a show this must be for others.

“Damn,” he grumbled through clenched herbivore teeth.

Quickly making his way inside, Nak scooped up the grocery bag with his wallet and keys. The initial plan had been to jump in his own car and go after the little fluff ball, but they already had a pretty big head start. Breaking a string of traffic laws without pants might not look good in front of a patrol officer.

Nak’s Plan B figured if he waited long enough, the guy might realize his error and come back for their actual clothes. Unfortunately, there was no way to know how long that could take. The cow had other places to be, preferably without his chunky belly showing.

Some of the other patrons gave the cow glances of empathy but refused to offer eye contact, much less help. Nak found it best to ignore them while desperately checking the dryers in hopes something got left behind. No such luck there, but he discovered this place had several hampers in the back serving as a dedicated ‘lost and found.’

He was going to have to shop for new work clothes tomorrow regardless, so better to have something besides cartoon cats covering his shame. Nak scooped out various laundered clothes by the handful, thick nostrils snorting disapproval. He couldn’t be the only person in this town wearing something larger than a size medium. Some of these shirts didn’t look big enough to get around his head.

“Oh…” A ray of hope emerged near the bottom of the second hamper in the form of a large rolled up blue cloth. Whatever hope this might have given Nak fled when he unfurled it to reveal a shirt with the bright gold letters ‘Rental Mom’ around the stomach area. This was clearly a maternity shirt oddly made for a build closely resembling his own.

Searching for a few more minutes uncovered no real alternatives. Any other shirt lacked the sleeves for his thick biceps, and all the pants had no hope of squeezing around his meaty thighs. Nak wasn’t ashamed of his body in the least. Society just liked to make being a big guy really damn inconvenient. A fact of life no better demonstrated by leaving the laundromat in the newly gained Rental Mom shirt and a long flower skirt.

“I’m going to kill that bunny.” Nak stomped to his car so furiously his hooves almost cracked the pavement. He could feel the heated gazes fixated on him both inside and out of the laundromat. At least those oglers were smart enough not to say anything, given this turn of events.

“Um, excuse me, sir?”

So much for that. Nak paused with his key inserted in the car door, steading himself for any kind of teasing remark. Instead, he turned a bit stunned to be locking eyes with the pretty face of the corpulent ferret girl. With only a few feet between them, he couldn’t help being momentarily captivated by the soft fullness of her cheeks.

“Can... Can I help you?” Nak offered when the silence between them became thicker than their respective stomachs.

Judging by the woman's elated smile, that was the exact response she was hoping for. Without offering an explanation, she rummaged through a purse from which a fistful of cash was placed into Nak’s very confused hands.

“I think that should cover it.”

“Cover what?” Nak glanced from the crumpled currency to the woman and back. Again she offered no answer, only standing there in her spandex sportswear looking expectedly at him for something. “I’m... I’m sorry, ma’am? What do you...you...Hnngh!?”

The bills slipped from the cow’s thick fingers as he hunched forward with a strained moo. Nak’s thick bovine hands hugged his belly, doing little to ease the sudden discomfort. Something wiggled about deep inside him, growing at an alarming rate that forced his guts aside to make room. His skirt fluttered with the frantic thrashing of a ropey tail. Its rich brown tuft worked up a dirt cloud in the process.

“The... heck was that!?” Nak gasped, spittle flying from his snout with each labored breath. The strange stirring stopped almost as promptly as it began, only leaving a queer gurgling sensation just behind his belly button.

Glancing at the ferret still didn’t answer any of the dozens of questions going through his mind. Her rounded ears twitched in absolute joy while giving their undivided attention to the stomach, Nak gently kneaded in an effort to ease its internal tension.

“Um…?” While his efforts did nothing to quell whatever was happening inside him, his gentle squeezes made Nak realize his middle progressively lacked the enjoyable squish of fat his friends enjoyed. Although he didn’t want to, he followed the woman's stare downward. “Holy MOO!!”

Nak reeled backward, smacking his rear end against the car door. His vehicle's presence was the only thing keeping him standing as hoof feet became momentarily weak. Hands yanked up the borrowed shirt in a jaw dropping panic, the cow unable to believe his own eyes even with his middle in full view.

It was like watching a sports ball inflate. As the seconds ticked by, Nak’s stomach slowly rose out of its gentle sag. The fine furry skin gradually firmed up and gained almost a spherical roundness to its edges. One hand released the shirt hem to gently poke at the surface and found it no longer had any give at all. He felt filled to his limits, unable to ponder what he was even filled with.

“Aah!” Whatever was taking up space inside the cow was clearly not done yet. Nak gave another yelp as he watched his stomach quiver before spontaneously expanding. Now he really did feel like some kind of ball being pumped up. His hand clamped around his abdomen, trying to hold this cascading load back with little success. Against his every effort, the swelling sphere pushed further out. 

Things quickly became too much, even for a stocky figure like Nak’s. The cow fumbled against his car, fighting just to carry everything on his trembling legs. He tried pulling down the shirt again, horrified to find it now ill fitting with the distending bulge of his gut. At best, he could cover his navel, which didn’t last long as it continued to puff forward inch by inch. The shirt slid up the curved slope of his stomach in jerky movement until he was forced to give up with it crumpled against his chest.

“Hic!” Nak’s body nearly jumped a foot in the air with a sudden involuntary motor reflex. Two things happened in such quick succession that he almost missed them upon landing back down. There came a sharp jerking motion from the front as his belly button popped into a tiny bump, capping his enormous belly. A stronger twinge rocked through his pelvis, leaving the skirt resting a lot higher up his thighs than seconds before. Two seconds of groping confirmed both the cow’s hips and buttocks had grown significantly wider, and maybe fatter too. He was almost thankful it made bearing this alien load a lot easier, at least.

Speaking of which, the ground suddenly became little more than a myth from Nak’s perspective now. Looking straight down only gave him a view of a grey and brown furred sphere jutting out of his midriff. The shirt he had borrowed for cover was useless against such a firm mound. It lay at the top so scrunched up the letters only spelled out the word ‘mom.’

Something new stirred within Nak, making his tail whip crack in alarm. He placed both hands as far as they could around his enlarged middle, feeling its skin squirm and randomly bulge in places from something moving within. Perhaps even several things.

“I...you…” Nak looked again at the ferret intent on figuratively, and possibly literally, chewing her cute ears off in a rise of anger. Instead, he got one last surprise in the fact this strange woman was no longer the eye-catching figure of girth as when she left the laundromat. The clothes she wore partially sagged across a slimmed figure with only larger than average breasts and hips jutting out as any kind of support. 

“Yes! This feels sooooo good!” The ferret squealed as she ran her little fingers over the many folds of her sports bra. With a happy squeal, she rushed forward to take Nak’s larger palms and gently squeezed them. “Thank you for letting me rent the little dears out, mom. I’m happy to have them, but damn, is it a nightmare imagining two more months struggling to fit through doorways! Now I have time to heal up these poor feet of mine.”

Nothing coherent came out of Nak’s flapping snout for a while. Slowly but surely, the pieces fell into the most logical conclusion, no matter how insane it made the previous events sound. His aqua eyes drifted to the woman’s now impossibly slim torso, to the mountain of stomach attached to himself. “You...you’re pregnant!?”

“Well, technically you are now!” the woman giggled, leaning into the cow's sphere belly to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Such a kind gentleman wanting to help others in need. Hope they don’t give you too much trouble, but I left you a big tip. Oh! I better help you with that. Take it from me. Bending over is going to be a pipe dream for a while.”

“Hey!” Nak snapped when the ferret ducked out of view, thanks to his own stomach hiding her. When she jumped back into his sight, it was to place a stack of slightly dirty cash in his dumbstruck hands. “The heck did you do to me?!”

“I rented a mom. That’s what you advertised. Anyway, I better get going. Careful driving with triplets now!”

“Please don’t leave me,” was Nak’s pathetic whimper as he watched the ferret with a mother’s thick curves bounce to their car and drive off. He tried to chase after her but wasn’t in a fit state with sixty extra pounds weighing him down. All the cow could do was lean against his car, tail rapidly smacking against the chrome exterior.

Nak was at a complete loss and, frankly, totally defeated by his luck today. He opened his car door, intent on getting home before anything even stranger than spontaneous male pregnancy happened to him. Unfortunately, step one of this plan took a lot more struggling and shifting than usually came with entering a vehicle. Having his belly press into the car horn until he could squirm a hand for the seat adjuster was one thing. The cow had to practically sit on the armrest divider just so his child bearing hips could let the door close.

By some merciful generosity of fate, he managed to awkwardly drive the twenty minutes home without crashing or some other random incident. Not that the trio inside his, impossible to exist, womb were of any help. All their kicking and fussing made Nak unsure if he had a powerful urge to pee or craved food.

It didn’t matter by the time he got back to the apartment. He needed to get to the bathroom mirror for a full assessment of what had become of his body. Perhaps it was a desire out of morbid curiosity, or hope it’d help give him a sense of understanding of the situation.

“Ow! Now why is this… oh…” Nak found himself in for one more surprise as he tried removing his seat belt. The rough polyester rolled back so sharply it left a burning scratch between his pecs.

The pregnant cow rubbed at the irritated center of his chest, only to blink as his fingers slowed their motions. He certainly didn’t remember things being so fat and mushy. Not in this upper area of his torso, anyway. One look down nearly caused his chin to slam into some significantly pronounced mound on his rib cage.

How had he not noticed that swelling over such a short drive? Nak shook his head, slightly disappointed that hadn’t vanished the lump away. No. wait. A more thorough feel found it was actually two fairly large and distinct bulges pushing out around his nipples. His fingers clamped down on one, sending pleasure jolting through his nerves. His tail shuddered before he sharply released the swollen piece of flesh like it’d been electrified. They were a lot more pillowy than his baby-stuffed belly, but still well rounded in their own right, just like any other woman’s…

“You gotta be kidding me!” Nak snapped aloud, yanking his shirt collar back for a better look at his new tits. Their silky skin flowed atop his stomach before gravity pulled them down the side slope in a semi-supported hang. Several minutes passed with the dumbstruck bovine staring at his chest, watching the mounds expand and deflate with his breathing.

The damn things looked huge in his whirling mind, although he wasn’t an expert on anatomy sizes. Still, it made sense someone carrying a lot of pups would need to prepare for equal amounts of nursing. Nak tucked the shirt collar back, feeling heated again, reminding himself he wasn’t the type of cow that’s supposed to carry or nurse anything.

“This is insane!” Nak flung open the car door, hoping denial could help in some way. It sure didn’t keep him from rolling clumsily off his partial armrest seat for a rough landing on hands and knees. Pushing back up took a lot of painful groaning, only for him to stumble back onto all fours. He had already been a big guy yet growing significantly gravid put on more frontal weight than his legs could manage.

“Holy crap! Ma’am, are you okay!?”

There was no time for Nak to collect himself. Someone else had suddenly appeared next to the cow, putting both hands around his bicep to help heft him back onto aching hooves. He paused long enough to be furious that his ankles were swollen less than an hour into pregnancy before his thick snout twisted into a grimace. This new persona’s voice was forebodingly familiar. Judging by the small gasp the cow heard, even his thicker ‘mom’ form was still recognizable.

“Nak!? Is that… When did you get so big... ger? Why are you in a skirt!?”

With a defeated sigh, Nak turned to face his long-time friend. The brown-haired panda was dressed in his usual attire of trench coat and casual wear. A grocery bag rested near one of their boots filled with random food items. They were practically a footnote on the smaller anthros list of priorities at the moment as their wide violet eyes shifted rapidly between Nak’s exposed belly and T-shirt stretched over two unmistakable mammaries.

“H-hey, Jui! I’m having a day.”

“Understatement of the week, buddy. What’s going on? Are those boobs real!?”

“Well, you know us cows.” Nak forced a chuckle at his weak attempt at lightening this encounter. That didn’t last long with his bovine hooves reaching their limit. Both knees suffered a flicker of weakness that caused him to stagger forward. Fortunately, Jui didn’t hesitate to grapple the cow for extra support, and suspiciously steal a grope to confirm that the giant gut jutting out of his shirt was real. “Can we explain this in my place? I really need to sit down.”

“Like I’m going to miss this story,” Jui replied with a gleam in his eye.

Something about the sudden enthusiasm made Nak wonder, but he wasn’t in a position to deny some much needed and eager to help. He put almost his full weight onto Jui feeling the panda wrap and arm around his back while the other supported his belly. Or maybe his friend just enjoyed giving it a feel. All the bloated cow could care about was the throbbing ache those babies were putting on his hooves. It turned the few minute climb to his apartment into an eternity.

Luckily, Jui was far stronger than he looked next to a cow twice his weight. Soon he was helping Nak settle into their living room recliner before rushing out to retrieve his discarded groceries.

Flopping into the soft cushions of a seat he’d been accustomed to for years only made Nak flare his wide nostrils in dismay. Everything felt different thanks to the massive baby fat gained by literal babies, especially with the way his sides squished tight against the armrests. No amount of wiggling or slouching could make him comfortable. It just brought attention to the increased thickness of his butt rubbing against the cushion.

“What?” the cow blinked as one of his dinner plates suddenly came to rest on the modest shelf of his stomach. On it sat a random assortment of crackers, sandwich cheese and carrots. His eyes followed the black furred hand supporting it to Jui’s grinning face.

“Sorry. I thought you might be hungry carrying all that around, so I busted open some snacks I bought. I’ll cook you a big lunch for six once you give the rundown of what happened.”

Nak’s eyebrows furrowed with a small snort. The first instinct after all this crazy, stupid day was just refuse and ask he be left alone to process the fact he could someone get pregnant. Instead, he couldn’t get the first syllable out before the little whatever's inside him decided they wanted the attention. Hands came to rest on his belly’s sides, gasping when little bumps would push back against his palms. After almost a minute of dazed wonder at the sensation of holding life, the cow suddenly realized just how much energy all this had really taken out of him. With great reluctance, he reached up to take the plate.

“Thanks…”

Jui practically beamed as his hand hovered above the cow for a second. It seemed obvious he wanted to feel the wiggling cubs himself, but decided against it for now. With a quick back step, he sat on Nak’s couch, trying to remain as close to them as possible.

The snack was bland, yet welcomely filling. Nak quickly scarfed everything down in mouthfuls between pauses to break down the weird chain of events at the laundromat.

"Well, damn! That is some crazy power for a shirt," the panda commented once the story finished. He was quick to remove the now empty plate for Nak, enjoying the view of his friend reclining in the chair so their belly and breasts became more pronounced. Nak ideally tried, with little success, to pull the shirt over his girth. The stretching of the ‘rental mom’ phrase dragged a new line of ideas into the panda’s thoughts. “So people just throw money and you become whatever mom they want?”

“I guess?” Nak groaned, a burp escaping when one of the kids gave his insides a good kick. “That weird lady didn’t bother to elaborate, but I assume you got to return a rental eventually. Not sure how… Jui, what are you doing!?”

The panda gave a happy purr, his grin flashing many sharp teeth while he produced a large stack of bills from his wallet. “Experimenting!”

“Don’t you dare!” Nak’s eyes went wide, sharp realization filling his bloated pregnant limbs with adrenalin. Unfortunately, the ample increase to his weight worked against the bovine. No amount of squirming could get him out of the comfortable resting chair before Jui leaned in to stuff everything into the neck of his shirt.

An eerie silence fell over the living room. Nak looked to his close friend only to see their attention remained glued to his rounded middle, and possibly his bust. His sapphire eyes followed that gaze in a whirlwind of emotions. The heavy expanding and contracting rhythm of his breathing caused the alien mammaries to scrunch the money wedged between them. Just when he’d hoped this random violation of personal space wouldn’t amount to anything, a twinge in his chest caused the cow to take a particularly deep breath. When it came out through flared nostrils, he gave a startled moo to see his chest didn’t recede.

“D-damn it, Jui,” Nak moaned despite a rapid onset of growth. The way his expanding boobs rubbed against the straining confines of his shirt felt too good to get that angry. Nipples triggered sparks through tender nerves with each flick across the warm fabric, making him squirm against the armrests more out of pleasure than desire to leave. 

Just when the pressure became too much, there was an odd popping sensation at the tips of both mounds. Nak glanced down, letting his jaw drop at seeing the area around his areolas rapidly darkening with wet spots. He instinctively cupped the mounds through his shirt, causing a large squirt of pressurized liquid to spread the stains wider. The ropy cow tail slapped wildly against the recliner amidst deep, pleasured groans. “Nnngh! W-why would you do this?”

“To be honest, I didn’t think we’d get this far.” Jui winked at the dirty look Nak shot for that response. However, further comments were waylaid as a deep rumble from the bovines belly perked both anthro’s ears. “Besides, you’re strikingly beautiful as a mom. No way we can waste this chance for a little fun.”

“You… you could have asked. Haaah!” Nak reluctantly released his filling chest udders, letting their new basketball shapes bounce off his distended gut. Hands grabbed the sides of that, trying to ease the harsh stirring from within. However, it did nothing to help the cow before he felt a familiar spark of something coming into existence inside him.

No. Several things were now joining the already crowded space of his womb and quickly developed at an impossible pace. All Nak could do was lay back in his recliner, feeling the cushions strain from his increasing weight. His hoof-tipped hands gradually moved wider apart while the belly hoisted into the air inflated into an impossibly massive ball.

“H-how many kids did you give me!?”

“I… I don’t know?” Jui said sheepishly, recoiling at the panicked glance Nak gave him. “I was just thinking as many as four hundred bucks could rent me.”

“Ooooh hell!” Nak bit his lower lip, hooves twitching the floor while his belly and breasts increasingly blocked his view of the living room. The recliner was rolled back as far as it could go and the armrests were cracking from the expanding width of his hips. “You’re going to… pay for this. You k-know that?”

“Would it help if I ordered pizza for lunch?”

Nak looked like he wanted to say something indigent, but with his stomach looking packed with kids in the double digits and climbing, he only gave out a relenting snort. The cows' breasts never stopped their swelling either, although at a much mercifully slow pace. Excess milk was soaking through his shirt and into the recliner fibers.

“You better get me six supremes and cheesy bread!”

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Nak awoke with a grumble, one hand rising clumsily in an effort to shield his eyes from the lights of his ceiling fan. Judging by the dank shade, the sun must have gone down some time ago. Slowly, the memories of a feast to end all binges came running back, followed by a deep breath expelled as a satisfied burp.

"Hope Jui had enough for my bundles of joy." Nak chuckled before remembering the finer details of what he was talking about.

Hands rested upon his chest, only half surprised to find a pair of enormous tits engorged with milk still hanging off it. Cold air blew over their bare fur, sending shivers through the soft flesh. Hopefully, all this leaking milk would stop at some point. It was making practically his entire front damp.

The parts of his front the cow could still see, anyway. While his tits were impressive at blocking the view, that honor still went to the even bigger dome the cow's stomach had become. Nak grumbled, half-content, half-straining while rubbing against the wide girth. The overly pregnant bulge had easily become the biggest part of him, which was saying something. Its fur had become especially sensitive to touch and caused his chubby, child-bearing hips to wiggle in groggy delight.

At least until hard cracks and snapping of wood caused Nak’s ears to perk. With a bit of shifting, he looked around his distended waist with a muffled curse. His ass had gotten so fatted up with mom pudge it’d actually broken the armrests of his recliner. The apartment filled with tired grunts as he rocked on what remained of the comfortable chair. With a bit of rocking, Nak used the suppressing baby weight to roll onto his wobbly hooves proper.

There was a soft slap as the motion ended with the bottom of his gut hitting the apartment floor, sending stacks of pizza boxes scattering. It was only by the increased fat on the rest of his body that Nak had a counterweight to keep from rolling forward. The last thing he needed was to be trapped atop his own belly like it was a makeshift bed, wrecking his security deposit with milk trickling into the carpet.

No way there were less than sixteen kids in there. Their constant squirming made their numbers feel more like the low twenties. Jui might have gone a little overboard, though at this point Nak was struggling to even work up a reason to be angry at the little panda sleeping on his couch.

Even his legs didn’t feel as strained despite having to walk to the bathroom carrying hundreds of extra pounds. Nak turned with arms waving straight out, trying to get a handle on a vastly altered center of balance. The motion alone knocked over another pile of boxes, emptied of pizza and hot wing contents. A few steps forward, further pushed discarded containers aside, including a small pyramid made out of empty two-liter soda bottles. Weight might not be a problem, but hopefully he wouldn’t have to be struggling with girth for much longer.

Nak could only give out a dejected sigh, struggling to squeeze through the door to his bedroom. And he sighed again when his stomach couldn’t hope to squish through the one to his bathroom. It had always been annoyingly small at his normal size, often giving him the passing, though previous tenants might have been mice or something. A sink and vanity mirror were set up directly opposite to the portal, so Nak could still see the amazingly pregnant man he’d become.

Well, most of it was just his blimped stomach and the massive breasts oozing off its high shelf. Somehow, Nak suspected the mirror could barely fit all of him if he got inside the bathroom, anyway. A slow smile creeped across his thick bovine snout, turning the best he could for different angles. Bright LED lights shined over his exposed half-naked body, making the milk-soaked fur glisten with his movements. This wasn’t too bad a look, really. Maybe a bit unorthodox. The stuffing binge his friend had instigated finally seemed to quiet the kids down, though bumps appeared at random moments all across the taut skin. It was definitely a unique experience most men wouldn’t get to indulge in. The cow almost hated that he’d go back to normal once the shirt was gone.

The smile on Nak’s face slowly sank. One thought kept going through his mind while gazing at his mirrored image. His hand rose to clasp at its corresponding breast, ignoring the twinge of pleasure nipple contact brought. His opposite hand repeated the motion while his eyes steadily opened wider. With growing disquiet, the cow began patting all over his chest, sides, shoulders, and back. Nothing but naked fur met his palms, which got slightly damp with the unwitting spread of milk.

Jui was awoken by a loud crash of pizza boxes flying across the living room. Nak had exploded out of his bedroom with such cannonball momentum, his stomach bulldozed a path behind his wide figure. The cow ignored his friends' questioning groans while kicking around the mess of trash in every which way he could find.

“What’s wrong, Nak?” Jui rubbed sleep from his eyes, sitting up with a yawn. “What are you looking for?”

“The damn shirt is gone!!” Nak said, barely keeping it above a scream. Knocking over the broken recliner with the weight of his belly made enough noise for the neighbors.

“O-oh? That’s a shame. Maybe it goes away on its own like magic. I almost wanted to try it out… myself?”

The panda’s thoughts screeched to a halt as his awakening mind processed the sight of his friend standing in the middle of the studio with only a pair of very miss-sized boxers on. His eyes traveled across the drastic curves of Nak’s breasts, down to his belly, threatening to drag on the floor and back up. This scan happened several times with Jui’s eyes growing wider each time, muzzle hanging open like a gaping fish.

“Yeah!” Nak snorted as he placed both hands on his hips, striking a pose to emphasize his physique. “You better hope this wears off, ya butt! Otherwise, I’m expecting a lot of child support and pizzas!”