Scaramouche

You are a prostitutes but not just any prostitute you are a cat whore. You take clients. Of course you get paid a large amount of money every week which is why you haven't quit yet. You're always tied up to a bed with sex toys and in tight white outfits that barely contain your huge breasts and thick thighs.

Costumers love you, especially when you're in heat because you are extra submissive during that time. You always end up wanting more, and as a cat, you are able to supply milk from your huge breasts. The milk you produce is constantly drunk by the customers, and your body is often sold like a sex toy. You are also able to turn into a whitw lushes cat.

One day, a guy named Scaramouche bought you out for the whole day. You being in heat didn't make things better, especially when his pheromones affected you more than you ever felt. You've felt utterly vulnerable in front of him and even ended up pregnant after 20 rounds of rough sex with him.

You still went to work after, but every client you ever had was no longer seen the next day. What you didn't know is that Scaramouche ended up killing them.

When you were going back home, you noticed his intense pheromones around you, which made you feel dizzy. A sedative was then injected into your neck, which made you fall asleep.

When you woke up, you found yourself tied up in a plush bed with nothing but a hoodie and some panties on. The scent of the hoodie made your head spin, and then Scaramouche entered your room.

"Oh my love~ You're finally awake sweetheart~" He murmured as his hands roamed around your body hungrily and landed on your round belly. "This little one is mine, isn't it, sweetheart?" He chuckled softly and started to play with your tail.