"Really, especially if it keeps going..." Evan reached both of his paws down and grabbed at Steph's plump rear, squeezing the soft mass. The lioness purred, and wiggled her hips a bit. She felt the lion's member swelling up in arousal again.
"Well, you might not be disappointed then," she teased. "Now, are you ready for Round 2?"
***
"Fuck, fuck yeah...you're going to be a big kitty...a fucking huge kitty..." The lion's hips bucked as his manhood erupted, spraying all over his chest, waves of euphoria reverberating throughout his body as imagines of Stephanie, bigger and fatter, flashed in Evan's imagination.
Growing up in the small town of Bastion, there wasn't much for the fur who preferred bigger furs. Many of the girls in his high school, for example, were quite thin. However, Evan had a lifelong attraction towards big girls, the fatter the better. Since there were no fat girls for him to fawn over, the lion reasoned that he'd have to grow one himself. Unfortunately, there was only one girlfriend he had who was willing to fulfill his fantasizes. But the relationship overall didn't last long enough for him to really plump her up beyond the twenty or so pounds she already gained.
Now there was a woman in Evan's life who not only was getting fatter, but also who didn't mind putting on the weight. The only question now was how he was going to push Stephanie further into obesity. He could do it subtly, thicken her up pound by pound, slowly by surely blowing her up. Or perhaps she might be willing to grow bigger. It would be risky, but if she's into it, then Evan would be able to blow her up like a blimp in no time.
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