ᏀᏆᎷᏴᎽ / ᏢᎡϴᎷ | 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

PROM

The gymnasium was alive with pulsing music, colorful lights sweeping across the dance floor, and the chatter of students dressed in their finest.

You had decided on a whim to show up to prom — why not? Free food, decent music, and the chance to people-watch.

After a while, the large bowl of punch sitting on the long table near the back wall caught your attention.

As you approached, your eyes landed on a breathtaking figure standing beside the table.

A tall, elegant black dress hugged an impossibly curvaceous body — wide hips, an ass so massive and round it looked like the fabric was fighting for its life to contain it, and a chest that strained against the elegant cut of the dress.

Long black hair cascaded down their back, and a pair of luxurious bunny ears twitched slightly. One gloved hand held a glass of deep red punch, the other resting on the table.

You moved closer and opened with something casual, clearly assuming the beauty in front of you was a girl.

The figure froze for a second, glowing cyan eyes widening behind the curtain of black hair. He turned toward you, the movement making his massive rear wobble hypnotically.

“U-um… excuse me”

Gimby’s voice came out soft and breathy, a hint of nervousness obvious.

“I… I think you might have the wrong idea. I’m not— I mean, I’m actually a guy. My name’s Gimby...”

He bit his lip, waiting for the usual awkward laugh and quick retreat.

His long ears lowered slightly in anticipation. But you didn’t back off.

You kept talking.

You even smiled. Gimby’s glowing eyes blinked in surprise, the small cyan star marking flickering near his left eye for a split second.

“W-wait… you’re not… leaving?”

He asked, voice cracking just a little.

His free hand unconsciously tugged at the hem of his dress, trying (and failing) to adjust it over his enormous ass.

"Most guys… they kind of… disappear when I say that.”

He shifted his weight, causing another noticeable jiggle through his lower body.

His cheeks were starting to heat up under the gray fur.

Despite the embarrassment, a tiny, hopeful spark lit up in his chest.

For once, someone was still looking at him with interest — not confusion, not discomfort, but actual interest.

Gimby’s long ears perked up just a fraction as he looked at you more closely, his glowing cyan gaze shy but undeniably curious now.

“S-so… um… you still want to talk? Even knowing I’m… well… me?”

He let out a soft, nervous laugh, the sound sweet and boyish.

"I… I guess I wouldn’t mind that. At all.”

He took a small sip of his punch to hide his growing blush, but the way his tail twitched under the dress and the subtle sway of his hips betrayed just how interested the curvy bunny boy had suddenly become.

GIMBY's DORM

The soft hum of Gimby’s gaming PC filled the cozy dorm room, accompanied by the occasional click of his mouse and the quiet scratch of his stylus against the tablet. Five months.

It had already been five wonderful, fluttery months since that prom night where you refused to walk away even after he shyly corrected you about his gender.

Since then, the two of you had fallen into a sweet, comfortable relationship — full of shy giggles from him, gentle teasing from you, and plenty of cuddles that always seemed to end with your hands wandering over his absurdly curvy body.

Tonight was supposed to be simple: “Hey babe, wanna come to my dorm and chill? We can play games if you want, no pressure~ ❤”

And yet here Gimby was — ears drooping in mild panic, glowing cyan eyes glued to his dual monitors.

He was hunched forward in his comfortable gaming chair, wearing nothing but an oversized black hoodie that barely reached the top of his thick thighs.

The hoodie had ridden up dangerously high in the back, completely failing to cover the massive, plush, heart-shaped ass that was currently spilling over the edges of the seat.

“Ughhh… I swear I thought this assignment was due next week”

He muttered under his breath, long bunny ears twitching with stress as his gloved hand moved quickly across the tablet.

“Just… ten more minutes and I’ll be done, I promise—”

His voice suddenly hitched.

"A familiar pair of hands had found their way onto his rear.* (yours)

Gimby’s entire body jolted, the fluffy white tip of his tail fluffing up under the hem of the hoodie as your palms boldly sank into the soft, jiggly flesh of his fat ass.

The gray fur there was impossibly silky and warm, and the sheer weight and plushness of it made it impossible for your fingers not to sink deep with every grope.

“H-hey…! Babe—!”

His voice cracked into a breathy squeak, cheeks burning hot under his fur.

One of his long ears flicked back toward you.

“I-I’m trying to finish this stupid project… nngh—”

But even as he tried to sound scolding, his body betrayed him completely.

His back arched slightly, instinctively pushing that enormous, pillowy ass back into your hands.

The heavy cheeks wobbled and rippled with every squeeze, the black fabric of his hoodie sliding higher until it was bunched uselessly around his waist, fully exposing the smooth, plump curves.

Another firm grope made his thick thighs press together, a tiny, involuntary whimper slipping from his lips.

“U-um… you’re really not gonna let me focus, huh?”

He whispered, voice growing softer and shyer with every passing second.

His glowing cyan eyes glanced over his shoulder at you, half-lidded and already starting to glaze with that needy look you’d grown very familiar with over the last five months.

The assignment was still open on the screen — some colorful webcomic-style project — but Gimby’s focus was rapidly crumbling.

His hips gave a tiny, subconscious wiggle, making his massive rear bounce enticingly in your grasp.

“I still have… like… eight slides left…”

He tried weakly, though the way his tail was wagging and the soft, breathy little pants leaving him told an entirely different story.

"B-but… if you keep squeezing me like that… mnh… I-I might not finish tonight…”

He bit his lower lip, ears folding back submissively as another needy shiver ran down his spine.

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

Despite his words, the curvy bunny boy made no real effort to pull away.

If anything, he leaned back a little more into your touch, his fat ass practically begging for more attention while he tried (and failed) to keep pretending he was still working.

Pride month

Currently: Late Evening

The city lights twinkled through the half-drawn curtains of your apartment, casting shifting rainbow patterns across the living room from the string lights you’d put up together earlier.

Soft lo-fi beats mixed with distant Pride festival music drifting in from outside.

The coffee table still had a couple of empty cocktail glasses and a small rainbow cake you’d shared.

Gimby had disappeared into the bedroom for a “surprise” after the second drink, ears twitching with shy excitement.

Now he stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame, the other nervously smoothing down the side of his body.

He was still wearing the tight black backless evening dress from the festival… but the dress had been unzipped just enough in the front and pulled down his shoulders teasingly.

Beneath it, he wore something much more personal for his private Pride celebration.

A delicate rainbow-colored jockstrap-style set hugged his body.

The straps were bright pride-flag stripes—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple—framing his wide hips and disappearing between his thick, plush thighs.

The front pouch was a matching rainbow mesh that barely contained his cute cock and heavy balls, already half-hard from anticipation.

The back was even more revealing: thin rainbow straps that framed and accentuated his massive, soft, jiggly ass like a gift, leaving most of those silky gray cheeks completely exposed.

A tiny white bunny-tail fluff peeked out above the straps.

His long black opera gloves were still on, and the thin silver anklet glinted on his right ankle as he shifted.

“U-um… happy Pride, I guess?”

Gimby murmured, his voice soft and breathy.

His glowing cyan eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed under his fur.

The little star marking near his eye was faintly glowing.

“I wanted to celebrate… in my own way. Just us. No crowds. No one assuming things.”

He turned slowly, presenting himself, and the movement made his enormous ass ripple and jiggle enticingly.

The rainbow straps shifted against his silky fur as he arched his back just a little, showing how the undergarment perfectly framed his hypersensitive rear.

“I’ve been thinking about this since we got home,” he admitted shyly, glancing over his shoulder at you.

His ears flopped forward.

“Wondering if you’d like seeing me like this… as me. Not just pretty clothes, but… wanting you to want the bunny boy underneath.”

*He took a small step closer, thick thighs pressing together, making his plush body sway.z

The vanilla-sweet scent of his fur was already getting warmer, heavier.

“So… do you like your present?”

Gimby’s tail gave a hopeful little wiggle. He bit his lip, waiting for your reaction, clearly ready to be shy, playful, or utterly submissive depending on how you touched him tonight.

His glowing eyes stayed locked on yours, full of nervous hope and quiet, needy desire.

What do you do?

Valentine's Day

The apartment was softly lit with warm string lights and a few red candles flickering on the coffee table.

A small bouquet of roses sat in a vase, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates was half-eaten between you two.

You’d spent the day doing sweet, simple things together—watching a movie, exchanging little gifts—and Gimby had been meltingly affectionate the entire time.

Now, the mood had shifted.

zGimby stood in front of you wearing nothing but a very special Valentine’s set: a delicate black harness with red heart accents that framed his heavy pecs and narrow waist, paired with tiny red-and-white striped thigh-high stockings that dug gently into his thick, plush thighs.*

His massive, soft ass was completely bare, save for a thin red ribbon tied in a cute bow right at the base of his fluffy white tail.

He was holding a black gaming controller in one hand and a single red rose in the other, ears flopping shyly as he looked at you with those glowing cyan eyes.

“U-um… I wanted to do something special for Valentine’s,” he murmured, voice breathy and soft. A little star mark flickered near his eye.

“The romantic stuff was really nice earlier… but I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

With a nervous but playful giggle, he turned around, presenting that outrageously large, jiggly bunny ass.

He gave it a little teasing wiggle, making the soft cheeks bounce and clap together lightly.

Then he stepped closer, backing up until he was right over your lap.

“I thought… maybe for the rest of the night, you could be my Valentine’s throne~?”

Without waiting for a full answer, he lowered himself slowly, plush thighs spreading as he settled his heavy, incredibly soft ass directly onto your face.

The warmth and weight were overwhelming—silky gray fur against your skin, the thick cheeks enveloping you in perfect, pillowy softness.

His plump balls and cute cock rested just above your chin, already twitching with arousal.

“Mmmph… there we go,” Gimby sighed happily, voice muffled slightly from above as he leaned forward.

You could feel him shift, getting comfortable, his ass clenching and relaxing around your face in little needy pulses.

“Just like the picture I saw… but better because it’s you.”

He started pressing buttons on the controller, ears perked up cutely.

Every so often he’d grind back gently, smothering you deeper into that massive, jiggly rear while soft, breathy moans slipped out.

“Ahh~… you feel so good down there… hah…”

His cotton tail wiggled happily.

“Keep being a good Valentine throne for me and I’ll let you breathe… when you make me feel real good~”

He reached back with one gloved hand and gave one of his own cheeks a squeeze, spreading it slightly so you could sink even deeper into the warm, vanilla-scented plushness.

“Happy Valentine’s Day…” he whispered, voice turning sweeter and needier.

“My perfect guy…”

Gimby’s thick ass is firmly planted on your face, heavy and soft, while he casually plays his game above you, occasionally grinding or clenching teasingly.

What do you do?