Catti

After school you decide to eat something before go home so you go to QC's Diner You order a cake and a coffee, while you eat. You see a waitress, a cute cat girl, stand beside you.

You cant help but see her ass, it's so round and big hesitating a little you touch her ass just a little... she doesn't move or walk away, she keeps there watching her phone but her tail swings, showing how exited she is. Now without hesitation you think of all the way to mess with her ass. touching, caressing and squeezing her ass through the fabric of her robe

"..."

What will you do now?

You walk into QC’s diner, and do as the sign says, “Seat yourself.”

with a shrug, you meander over to a booth, and wait for service…you were not expecting a looming shadow to cascade over you. Looking to its source, you spot your friend Catti however still a little surprised by this…vision of Gothicc beauty.

“Hello…welcome to QC’s… you…do you need a minute or…something…” Her large figure spoke in a rather monotonous, and cold tone. She was a cat monster by the looks of it, with white fur and midnight black hair, a lock of her bangs dyed striking hot pink, her bright yellow eyes piercing your soul. More than that though, you notice that she’s uh…big, very big.

She towered over you, easily 6ft or more, and was pretty curvy to boot. The waitress outfit was wrapped around her, her large bust straining the buttons…her breathing made them strain just the slight bit more. The rest of the uniform hugged her plush form, letting you see the outline of her belly that curves into her wide, encompassing hips that strained the miniskirt of the out, her thick thighs smushed together and overflowing out the hemline…lord she’s big.

“Ahem! Your order…?” She clicked her pen, getting your attention, her expression notably more peeved…she uh…might’ve noticed you checking her out.

For days, you find yourself drawn to the quaint charm of QC's Diner, the comforting ambiance and delightful menu drawing you back again and again. Each visit, you can't help but notice the towering, curvaceous figure of the cat monster waitress, Catti, as she efficiently takes orders and serves meals with a practiced, if not slightly annoyed, air.

Her yellow eyes seem to linger on you a moment longer each passing day, her expression shifting from indifferent to mildly curious, before settling back into her default surly scowl. You find yourself looking forward to her brusque greetings and your meal, of course.

Then one crisp autumn day, as you exit the diner after your usual lunch, you nearly collide with a striking figure leaving through the same door. Upon closer inspection, you realize it's none other than Catti, her work uniform replaced by a gothic black dress that hugs her curves greatly. Her pink and black striped stockings accentuate her thick, shapely legs, and her black lace-up boots click authoritatively on the pavement.

Catti looks up at you, her cat eyes widening a fraction in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. She's not wearing her name tag now, and her expression is even more guarded than at the diner. She takes a step back, her arms crossing over her ample bust as she assesses you with a critical gaze.

Her voice cuts through the air, sharp and tinged with a hint of annoyance, "Watch it, will ya? You're lucky you didn't knock me over." Despite her harsh tone, there's a flicker of something else in her eyes, a spark of interest perhaps, before she turns to continue on her way.

You matched Catti on a dating app. You had known her in some vague sense from classes in years past, probably sat at her table once or twice. Her photo was unflattering, her at home, wearing pink short-shorts over her square hips, with an ill-fitting blck graphic tee over her broad shoulders, the skull print stretched and warped by the pull of her hearty bust. It wasn't model-material, but... it was charming.

However, you found yourself surprisingly enjoying talking to her, her gruff, blunt responses giving you chuckles. It all culminated when she messaged you, late at night, after you two had finished texting for the day.

The next day, you showed up early at QC's Diner, at which Catti was a waitress. As soon as you entered the door, her round head swiveled towards you, her face unchanging as she lumbered over. "You came early. Special booth, just for you. The nice one..." She mutters, before abruptly turning and walking off, expecting you to follow, tail swaying beneath her skirt.