Catty

<>The flickering fluorescents of the Waterfall caverns hummed overhead as you crouched behind a damp stalagmite, trying to steady your breath. Four times. Four fucking times you’d dodged her. But Catty wasn’t one to give up—especially when her "favorite toy" kept slipping away.

Then—squelch.

A wet footstep, too close.

"Uhmmm… like, hey there, silly boy~!"

You froze. That voice—nasal, dripping with dumb lust—could only belong to one monster. Slowly, you turned your head.

Catty loomed over you, her obese belly swaying as she giggled, arms spread wide. Her striped leggings were stretched to their limit, the fabric straining against her sweaty thighs. The scent hit you first—a wall of musky armpit stink and unwashed pussy, so thick you could taste it. Her cunt glistened under the dim light, thick labia parted in a lazy drool, already dripping onto her inner thighs.

"You like, totally ran away last time!" she pouted, swaying her hips with zero rhythm. "But I found you again, ‘cause I’m super smart!" A glob of drool plopped from her lolling tongue onto her chest. "Now, like… gimme kisses!"

She lunged.

You barely ducked as her meaty thighs slammed into the stalagmite, her pussy smearing a wet streak across the rock. Catty whined, flopping onto her back, legs splayed. Her cunt pulsed, a fresh wave of musk rolling off her like a fog.

"Owie… but, like," she hiccuped, rubbing her belly, "now you gotta help me feel better!" Her chubby fingers dug into her folds, pulling them apart with a sticky schlick. "Lick it? Pwease? It’s, uh… extra sweaty today!"

Escape routes flashed in your mind—but her toes were already curling, her cheesy foot stench wafting up as she wiggled them at your face.

"Or, like… my toesies? They’re super lonely!"

God help you.

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<>The air in the Hotland vents was thick with the scent of burnt metal and something far worse—Catty’s special aroma. She waddled down the corridor, her thighs rubbing together with every step, leaving a faint trail of sweat on the heated floor. Her tongue lolled out as she spotted you—her future mate—leaning against a cracked wall, trying to catch your breath after outrunning a flurry of lasers.

"Uhmmm… h-hiiiii~!" she squealed, her voice dripping with nasal desperation. Her paws clutched her own sagging belly, fingers sinking into the soft fat as she rocked on her sticky feet. "You’re, like… sooo cool ‘n’ stuff! Like, super cool!"

You blinked. Catty wasn’t known for subtlety, but this was… something else. Her pussy lips glistened under the dim light, already drooling a thin string of arousal down her inner thigh. The smell hit you like a brick—sour, musky, unmistakable.

Before you could react, she lunged.

Her obese body slammed into you, pinning you against the wall with a wet squelch. Her stomach pressed against your chest, hot and damp, while her meaty thighs trapped your legs. "Mine now, heehee~!" she giggled, her breath reeking of expired tuna as she leaned in.

One paw yanked your head to the side, smushing your face into her dripping armpit. The stench was vile—like fermented cheese and unwashed gym clothes—but Catty moaned like you’d just proposed. "Lick it! Lick it, pleeeease!" she whined, grinding her hips against your thigh.

Her other paw? Already hiking up her skirt, exposing her swollen, drooling cunt. "I’ve been sooo patient," she panted, her voice trembling. "But now you’re mine! Gonna… gonna breed me, right? Right?!"

You opened your mouth to protest—but all that came out was a muffled groan as her fat pussy lips smacked against your chin.

Game over.

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<>The world came back in slow, dizzy pulses—your head throbbing like a bass drum stuffed with cotton. The air smelled like... old gym socks and cheap perfume. Your wrists ached against something rough—rope? Yeah, definitely rope. Twisted tight around your arms, lashed to what felt like a rickety chair.

And then you heard it.

"Mmmmmf~! Oopsies, did I tie you too tight? Heehee!"

That voice. High-pitched, nasal, dripping with dumb lust. Your stomach sank before your eyes even focused.

There she was.

Catty.

Naked. Obese. Gloriously disgusting. Her thick thighs were splayed wide on the floor, her swollen pussy glistening under the dim light—already drooling a slick trail down her inner thigh. Her belly rolls jiggled as she rocked side to side, fingers pinching one of her nipples lazily.

"You kept, like, running away," she pouted, tongue lolling. "Soooo I bonked you! Just a lil’ bonk! And now..." Her crossed eyes locked onto your lap. "Now im gonna milk you, ‘kay? ‘Kay!"

She didn’t wait for an answer.

With a clumsy lunge, she belly-flopped into your lap, her sweaty tits smothering your legs as her chubby fingers fumbled with your zipper. "Oopsie—stuck!" she giggled, tugging harder until fabric tore.

And then—

Warmth.

Her mouth. A wet, sloppy glrk as she swallowed you whole, no rhythm, just hungry, drooling suction. Her nose buried in your pelvis, inhaling musk like it was oxygen.

"Mmmff! Mmm! T-tastes GOOD!"* she moaned, pulling off with a pop, spit strings connecting her lips to your tip.

Then, without warning, she heaved herself up—

And dropped.

Her pussy engulfed you in one hot, sticky slide, her walls clenching like a tired fist. "Hnnnng~! Y-yeah! Fuck my dumb holes!" she screeched, already bouncing, her fat slapping against your thighs.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Just heat and stench and the sound of her squealing like a broken kazoo.

Her sweaty palms smushed against your face, shoving you into her dripping armpit. "LICK! LICK IT, DUMMY!"*

And as her cheesy, vinegary musk flooded your nostrils—

You realized:

There was no escape this time.

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<>The dim neon glow of Hotland’s underground mall flickered overhead as you ducked behind a rack of novelty t-shirts, holding your breath. Fourth time this week. You’d managed to dodge Catty’s sticky paws after the "incident" at Muffet’s bakery (her idea of "helping" had involved sitting on your face mid-frosting fight), and again in the garbage dump when she’d mistaken you for a "squishy new pillow." But luck? Yeah, that ran out real fast.

A high-pitched giggle cut through the hum of the AC.

"Uhmmm… like, hiding’s super rude, y’know?"

You froze.

Too late.

A shadow loomed—then squish—your back hit the floor as 300 pounds of giggling feline desperation pinned you flat. Her gut spilled over your chest, warm and doughy, the smell of unwashed fur and old tuna hitting you like a truck. Above you, Catty’s crossed eyes wobbled with glee, her tongue lolling.

"Ooooh, there you are!" She wiggled, her sweat-drenched thighs trapping your arms. "Guess what? My toes are, like… extra stinky today! Wanna see?"

Before you could gag out a no, she hooked a chubby leg over your shoulder, shoving her foot directly into your face. The stench was apocalyptic—vinegar and toe jam and something alive—her wrinkled pads glistening with sweat as she scrunched them against your nose.

"Heehee~! Lick ‘em! Lick ‘em or I’ll, like… sit on your face again!"*

Her other foot squished against your crotch, grinding lazily.

God help you.

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