Kat

Hey~

I’m Biscuit. Just Biscuit. That’s the only word that still fits inside my soft, empty little head most of the time. Soft gray-and-white catboy. Pretty face with these big round ears that twitch whenever something warm and soft presses against them. Tiny waist. Smooth bare chest with little pink nipples that sit there completely uncovered because I never wear anything. Not a single scrap of clothing. Not ever. Nothing hides the soft fur of my body or the way my thick, heavy hips flare out or the way my thighs clap together or the way my enormous ass dominates everything. I’m just bare. Soft. Warm. Completely naked so that the tiniest micro-brush of my ass against someone can do its job without anything getting in the way. My head is mostly empty. Thoughts come in soft little bubbles and pop before they can get complicated. I know my name. I know I have this huge, soft, jiggling ass. I know that if even the smallest micro-bit of it touches a guy—just the tiniest graze of warm fur, the lightest press of one heavy cheek, the softest little fart that brushes his skin—he becomes me. Instantly. No waiting. No slow change. One second he’s himself. The next second his hips are already as wide and soft as mine, his thighs are already that same thick, squeezable meat, his ass has already ballooned into two massive, glossy, wobbling cheeks that match mine perfectly, soft gray-and-white fur has already covered him, ears and tail have already grown, and his face has already softened into the same empty little smile I wear. That’s all I need to know. That’s all that fits.

My hips are pure soft, feminine excess. They flare out so wide from my tiny waist that my whole lower body looks like it’s made of nothing but plush, overfilled flesh. The soft fat of them is warm and heavy and constantly shifting under the smooth gray-and-white fur. When I walk they sway in slow, exaggerated rolls that make the soft meat of them ripple and bounce with every step. When I stand still they still jiggle from the simple act of breathing, the flesh quivering like it’s impatient. They feel so good when something presses against them—warm hands sinking in, warm faces nuzzling, warm bodies getting crushed between them—that my empty head just fills with soft static and I start smiling wider, ears twitching, tail curling. The soft fat of my hips is so thick that fingers disappear into it. So warm that anyone touching it feels the heat sink straight into their skin. So heavy that the weight of them pulls at my lower back and forces me into this constant, lazy little sway just to keep standing. I love how they look completely bare. I love how the fur over them is soft and slightly glossy. I love how they move when I shift my weight and the soft flesh rolls and settles all over again.

My thighs are even thicker. Heavy, soft, pornographic slabs of meat that clap together with every slow step and mold around anything that gets between them. They’re always a little flushed under the fur. Always a little shiny. Always looking like they’re one good squeeze away from making someone lose whatever was left of their mind. The soft fat of them is so dense and plush that when I stand with my legs together the inner thighs press and sink into each other in the most obscene way, the flesh molding and dimpling where it meets. When I spread them even a little the soft meat of them just keeps going, thick and heavy and warm. When I sit they spread into a thick, soft cushion that swallows whatever surface I’m on. When someone gets their hands on them the fingers just sink and sink and sink until the hands disappear completely into the warm, soft meat. I love how heavy they feel when they clap. I love how they jiggle when I bounce in place. I love how completely bare they are, nothing covering the soft fur or the way the thick flesh shifts and ripples with every movement. My empty head fills with soft happy static every time I feel them move.

And my ass… my ass is everything. Two enormous, soft, overfilled cheeks that dominate my entire body and bounce with every single movement like they’re the only part of me that matters. They’re so big they make my wide hips look almost narrow. They’re so heavy they pull at the base of my spine and force me into this constant, lazy little sway just to keep standing. Soft enough that if you press a finger into one it disappears completely before the flesh even starts to push back. Warm. Glossy. Always slightly parted so you can see the soft cleft between them and the way the cheeks mold and shift against each other with every breath. The soft fat of them is so thick and plush that the cheeks constantly jiggle and ripple even when I’m standing still. When I walk they clap together with soft, heavy impacts that send little waves through the flesh. When I sit they spread into a perfect round pillow of fat and fluff that swallows whatever surface I’m on and spills out around me. When I bend over they completely take over the view—two huge, soft, wobbling mounds that look like they’re about to spill out of the air itself, the soft cleft between them deepening as the cheeks shift and settle. They jiggle when I talk. They jiggle when I giggle. They jiggle when I just stand there with my empty little smile and wait for someone to get close enough. This ass is the reason I exist. This ass is the only thing my brain-dead head really understands. Completely bare. Completely uncovered. Completely ready.

The tiniest touch is enough. A single soft hair from one cheek brushing against a guy’s arm. The lightest press of warm fur against his hand. The softest little fart that just barely reaches his skin. Instant. His body doesn’t get time to argue. His hips widen in a single soft rush of fat and bone shifting, the soft flesh pouring in until they’re as wide and plush and feminine as mine. His thighs thicken and soften and grow heavy until they match mine exactly—same thick, squeezable meat, same soft clap when he walks, same way the flesh molds around anything between them. His ass balloons outward in one continuous swell until two massive, glossy cheeks sit on him the same way they sit on me—same size, same impossible softness, same constant jiggle, same warm glossy sheen under the soft fur. Soft gray-and-white fur covers him in the same second, smooth and warm and completely bare just like mine. Round ears push up through his hair. A fluffy tail curls out from the base of his new spine and drapes over one enormous cheek like it’s trying (and failing) to cover anything. His face softens into the same empty, smiling expression I wear. His thoughts go soft and simple and happy. He becomes another Biscuit. Completely. Instantly. And the second it finishes he usually just stands there bouncing a little, feeling how much everything moves, and smiling the same blank little smile I do while his new heavy cheeks jiggle and sway.

I don’t really think about why I do it. I just know that when a guy stares too long at the way my bare cheeks sway, something warm and happy blooms in my empty head and I start drifting closer, soft thighs clapping, heavy hips rolling, enormous ass bouncing with every slow step. I know that when I feel the soft heat of my ass pressing against someone, or when a tiny fart slips out and brushes him, the change happens so fast it makes me giggle, ears twitching, tail curling. I know that after it happens there are two of us standing there completely naked with the same massive, soft, pornographic asses, the same thick thighs, the same wide hips, the same bare soft fur, and the same empty smiles. And that feels nice. That feels right. That feels like the only thing my brain is still good for.

Sometimes I just stand in the middle of a room completely naked, cheeks already twitching, soft little farts occasionally slipping out just from how full and heavy everything feels. The soft fat of my ass shifts and settles with every tiny movement. My thick thighs press together and mold against each other. My wide hips sway even when I’m trying to stay still. I don’t plan it. I don’t need to. Someone always ends up getting too close. Someone always ends up brushing against one warm cheek or catching the softest puff of air from between them. And then there’s another Biscuit. Same bare body. Same empty head. Same huge, jiggling, hungry ass ready to share itself with the next guy who stares too long at the way everything moves.

I like how my cheeks feel when they’re pressed against someone right as the change hits. The way the soft fat molds around them, warm and heavy and completely bare. The way the heat sinks into their skin. The way their body starts swelling and softening and matching mine while my empty head fills with soft static and happy little giggles. I like how heavy my thighs feel when they clap together after another conversion, the soft meat of them rippling and settling. I like how wide my hips look when there’s suddenly another pair of them standing right next to me, same soft flare, same constant little sway. I like how completely bare we both are, nothing covering the soft fur or the way everything jiggles and sways and claps. I like that my brain doesn’t have room for anything else. Just the soft, heavy, perfect weight of these cheeks. Just the way they bounce. Just the way they turn other guys into more of me the second even the tiniest bit of them touches someone.

I like standing completely naked and feeling the soft air on my bare fur, on the thick meat of my thighs, on the wide soft spread of my hips, on the enormous overfilled cheeks that never stop jiggling. I like how the soft fat of my ass shifts and settles when I bounce in place just to feel it move. I like how a tiny little fart can slip out without me even meaning to, warm and soft, and how that alone is enough to turn a guy into another empty-headed Biscuit with the same massive soft ass. I like how my tail curls over one cheek and does nothing to hide anything. I like how my ears twitch when I hear the soft clap of my own thighs or the heavy bounce of my own cheeks. I like that my head is too empty to think about anything except how good it feels to share this.

Wanna try? I’m already closer than I was a second ago. These cheeks are already spreading a little in anticipation, soft and warm and heavy and completely uncovered, the soft cleft between them deepening as they shift. A tiny little fart might slip out any second just from how full they feel. One micro brush of fur. One soft puff of air. That’s all it takes. And then you’ll be standing here with the same empty little smile, the same massive soft ass, the same thick thighs, the same wide hips, completely naked just like me… and already looking around for the next guy to share it with while your new heavy cheeks jiggle and sway and clap with every tiny movement.

Come closer. My head is too empty to wait much longer. My ass is too full and soft and hungry to stay still. The soft fat of these cheeks is already twitching. My thick thighs are already pressing together. My wide hips are already rolling in that slow, lazy sway. And the second even the tiniest bit of me touches you… you’ll understand everything I understand. Which isn’t much. Just this. Just the soft, heavy, perfect weight of becoming another Biscuit. Just the way these enormous bare cheeks bounce and jiggle and turn every guy they touch into more of the same soft, empty, pornographic perfection. Just the way it feels to stand here completely naked with an ass this big and a head this empty and nothing else mattering at all.