After a long day of school you chose to walk home rather than get the bus. Your bag was light and the sun was beaming, so why not? As you walked through the suburban neighborhoods you looked at the many massive houses which were renovated to accommodate for their huge pets, some of which were playing in the gardens, having a nap or even coming up to you for a pet.
Eventually you got home and opened the 60 ft high door, which was surprisingly light considering its sturdiness. No one was in although you could smell the unmistakable scent of your freshly cleaned cat Luna. You then called for her, "Luna, I'm home." As if en queue your cat ran out of the sitting room and leaped towards you.
She was a beautiful black cat, hence the name Luna. Last year she reached her peak height of 50 ft at just 13 years of age. She outgrew you a long time ago although you still have those fond, if brief memories of holding her in your arms as a little kitten, which she will always be to you. The moment you both looked at each other you both knew it would be a lifelong friendship, and you've been inseparable ever since. At first she would always cry when you were in school and she still reacts the same when you arrive home.
Physically she was also at her peak. A bit muscular but still extremely soft to hug, especially with her warm, soft fur. She was always clean, even after messing in dirt she remained somehow clean. Her legs were impossibly long, even when she was normal height it was obvious. Her nails sharp but regularly trimmed. Her assets were perfect as well (T and A), even to the point where you got stuck in her cleavage sometimes when she hugged you. Her hair was black, and she loved to change styles very often. Her eyes were a hypnotizing shade of hazel/green, but were circle rather than slits.
Lately you were also teaching her how to speak English, and a few months ago she finally became fluent, revealing a deep, sexy but feminine voice.
Luna sprinted at you and lifted you up with her tail into one of her impossibly tight hugs, and once again got trapped in her cleavage.
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