imagining us in a workspace setting, where you are in a shirt a BIT too tight to hold your little tits, little compared to mine but big for a fuckable creature as small as you. You’re headed to the bathroom with your little doggy tail tucked between your legs and a mug of coffee in your paw, I follow behind with a long tail slyly swaying in the air like a curious cat I am. You’re starting to feel a bit dizzy and silly in the brain, that shirt is a bit too tight.. You begin to stumble as you hear a voice come above and behind you: “Did that coffee taste a little funny to you?” You look down with your vision beginning to become kaleidoscopic at the coffee starting to spill on the bathroom floor, spilling as your limbs become weaker and weaker in the same exact way your brain does too.
You feel yourself start to fall when a pair of big paws catch you softly with loving intent. A big cat in a suit looks down into your droopy sedated little puppy eyes with a sly little smile. She sits you carefully yet with force on her thigh, your puppy hole pressed against her fur, because good little pups don't wear underwear.
“Here, let me take care of this for you, you must be so hot right now.”
You feel your dress shirt pop open from her claw carefully slicing the buttons off and the pressure from your tits overflowing. What a shame, that was your one good shirt. With fluttery eyes, as hard as you might, you try to mumble a single word of resistance with a drooly little snout. You lift an arm, try to at least, in the same vein of resistance. The cat noticed your futile little act.
“Let’s get you outta these hot clothes. A wild and pretty little creature like yourself shouldn’t be all caged up like this, sweetest.”
With a paw on your back, I start to undress you, starting with the shirt. You try to protest and stop me but honey, you can't prevent the inevitable. Weak and clueless little whines come out of your lips, a tail slithers from behind my substantial frame and in front of your quivering little lips.
"Shush. We wouldn't want someone to hear us now, would we?
Shirt unbuttoned & removed, I move my paw towards your supple little breasts, filled with more than enough to feed us both. You feel my large warm paw brush up from your side to right under the nipple, touch electric with lust and anticipation. Just to tease, I brush the areola with the pads of my paws. Your whimpers increase. It may just be whatever I put in your coffee, but this feels loads better than it ever has. Loads such as the ones I'll be pumping you full of so shortly. I grab your puppy tit and with my other paw gripping the back of your neck, fingers in your hair, I pull you close, close enough to hear my feline breaths turned to half-growls by the heat I'm in.
"Not yet." I say as I let the hand holding your plump trail down your little side, trickling towards your little skirt. Realistically, I could breed you with it on but kitty doesn't like clothes. They just get in the way, besides it'll just get uncomfortably tight when you're filled, inflated to the brim with my seed. Not a drop wasted, and if there is, you'll be severely punished over my knee.
With one swipe of my razor sharp claw, that useless little thing falls to the ground. You're fully exposed. Your brain is so foggy & overwhelmed with these chemicals and particles of demonic lust that you begin actually drooling over us both as you begin to slowly grind over my thigh. Damn. You love this so much. You do. I know you do. I have such a grip over your mind and body that my tendrils of lust have seeped deep into the psyche and infected even the purest parts of you.
"Soon you'll realize your true purpose, a pet to be bred over and over again just to be filled with cum from a beast like me."
With your will and body weakened to a violatable state, anything anyone wants to do to you would be so. easy. Knowing this, you let out a little whimper of fear with undertones of lust. In your head you’re thrashing, biting and clawing through my skin. But in reality, you’re just making slow little pushes off my furry arms that hold you so tenderly.
There's still a part of you that doesn't want this. Good. Kitty likes a little bit of kick with her prey, she likes to fight for her treat.
“Awh, my sleepy little prey doesnt like this? hmm, what if it isn’t yours to like? Ive wanted to violate, to rape you for quite a while. I’ll take what’s mine.”
“What’s with the fight? you know you want this. You always have."