This choice: Go for the mature anthro hyena mom. • Go Back...Chapter #3Go for the mature anthro hyena mom. by: Dima   You swallow hard while staring down at Mrs. Belle candy pink home like some kind of old western movie from back in the human realm, that is, in the sense that it feels like not the home but Mrs.Belle inside is already aware of someone or something coming for a visit. But that's just a weird gut feeling more than fact as you quickly and nervously trot off from the safety of your home, Mom, Emi, their reassuring presence vanishing with every step towards the big Hyena's home which seems to be tastefully decorated with a array of red, white, and yellow bush flowers and a well kept lawn housing two lawn chairs and a patio decked out with a few more well places plants and a cute decor of a sign saying "welcome to our nest  ". Probably from her years of having her kids still with her.
Approaching the door, however, filled your heart with an uneasy thumping panic with the lack of security of your mother and sister to back you up with just the thing carrying you along being the thought of this being a mission... no, a test of your resolve. You try to think about what you know of Msr. Belle. You knew she was recently divorced, her family long since moved out leaving her alone and suffering a bit of empty nest syndrome from what you've heard from your mom...and that she seems to be keen on picking up every single guy she can sink her sharp fangs into with such frequency that some of your moms friends snickered that she might be a Fox with that level of hyper fertility. A thought that makes your clammy cold cheeks burn up while you approach the door which...seems to be way bigger than you thought, like the frame much like some other homes has been modified to make clearance for the more bigger end of Anthros.
"Well, here goes nothing hahaha… ha..." you laugh nervously, trying to calm yourself. You don't want a repeat of 11th grade of fumbling your words when trying to court a Gothy Vixen by the name of Natalia. Reaching up, you knock hard on the door and simply wait....and wait...waiting for a minute too long till a heavy thumping could be heard approaching the door leading to the cream orange entrance to swing open, blasting you with a rush of warm musky air and wondrous perfume to tickle your nose as your greeted with a warm deep voiced "Heeeeeeelloooooo love~!" Bellowing from Mrs. Belle, captured by the raw size and heft of the Hyena as she looks over you with her 6'2" inches or maybe a bit more as her long silver hair drapes over the side of her head in what you can describe as a motherly take on a undercut hairstyle, spotted rich brunette fur with spots of darker chocolate fuzz marks her plush frame as she leans against the door with almost and intentional lean to show off the round pudgy belly spilling over the waistline of some hot pink skin tight workout leggings. Said legging hugging her thigh thighs so well you could make out the chunky divots and lack of thigh gap...and panties on her while with a hint of her hip dip still swallowing up the waistband...her breasts clearly over stretching the matching hot pink crop tops straps as her spotted cleavage fights to spill out from the sides and underside of the top as well as above with almost a look of being slipped on last minute with a wet audible slap of the sweaty flesh wobbling into each other from her bodies moving just slightly...making you guess they might be a J-cup? maybe even bigger. Her warm hazel eyes staring you down from behind her round framed glasses only partially hiding her hungry stare while she fans at herself. (https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/b5/... https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/00/... https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/98/...).
"Hoooooo? I know you, my lil Gibbon?" She coos, the term Gibbon ringing familiar to you, another type of ape back from your realm as she scans you from head to toe, like she's making note of every little feature of your body...seasoning of herbs to her next meal potentially. "Forgive me for not answering the door quicker dear, I just had a bit of aerobics sessions to keep this old lady nice and fit~." She says with a little tug of the strap to make her chest wobble a bit, the fur of her cleavage a bit matted down with sweat, her eyes marked with some crows feet and hints of age with what other wrinkles being hidden by her sharp tooth smile, "Oh but what do I owe the pleasure dear, not often someone from the neighborhood drops by...hrmn you're Nadia's son?"
You simply stare at her, frozen from her casualness as she eyes you up some more, the scanning making your skin shiver feeling that awkward side of your mind taking the wheels as you open up to speak, "Hahaha, a Gibbon, yeah, cause im always Gibbon my best y'know?" you awkwardly joke, then internally shelf that statement in the library of regrets, even if the choke got a little snort out of Mrs. Belle. A coy smile staying on her snout as she narrows her eyes on you, maybe you have her interest. "U-uhm forget that... I'm Nadia's son, or uh, adopted son. I was just coming over cause I've been seeing you around and I thought it would be nice to introduce myself and not just be a weirdo and u-" Mrs. Belle coughs a bit loudly, almost to cut you off before letting out a warm motherly giggle.
"Pffft hehehee oh my, your a cute lil ape aren't you, so nervous and shy, I promise you I do not bite at all. Refreshing honestly, usually you ape types are so quick to demand stuff from older ladies or lack any kind of charm but you...hrmn, your mom raised you to be a bit more respectful huh?" she says, smiling and keeping her eyes fixed on you, the whole moment is a bit awkward as she hums, as though she is thinking of something, "Well, you just wanted to meet me, that's all? Nothing beyond that?" She asks, pushing off the frame of the door to lord over you with her hands resting on her hips, unintentionally showing off the conforming shape of the pants on her crotch.
"U-uhm...yeah that's it really! you just look really nice and I thought maybe I can get to know you." You say, feeling this is a bit botched but you're rewarded by a warm sigh from Mrs.Belle as she looks past you towards your home then back to your shaggy haired head. Simply stepping to the side, giving you a good look at her side profile and a good view of how much her belly and chest jutted out along with her chunky motherly ass stretching 55 inches as she motions to follow her.
"Hrmmn, well, that sounds innocent enough Mister... Alexander was it?" She says, probably having heard your name from other neighbors gossip as he motions for you to go inside with her, facing her massive rear end your way as the pink fabric stretches and strains against her cheeks with a...bit of a very faded and thin stretch of fabric that looks easy to tear into running from her cute little tail down to the underside of her cheeks. "I'll make us some coffee dear, it would be a nice lovely break from working up a sweat. How do you like coffee, any kind of sweets? I think I still have cookies left over from lil Damian staying over?" she coos.
"U-uhm, names Alex Mrs.Belle and I uh...uh." you trail off, following her inside, your vision narrowing in on her big wide ass rocking gently from side to side as yours moms voice oozes in the back of your head… "Be quick, be decisive." You gulp, and nod to yourself. This is the chance you need. After the door closes you dart forward, hands reaching out and sinking into the thin fabric of her pink leggings, lowering it quickly before slapping your face in between her cheeks with enough force to slip in your whole head...
Mrs.Belle, barely getting a response in, "Aah Alex! well don't be sh-HYAAA!? *slorp*" she howls out and slaps her clawed paws making the cheeks ripple with a awkward stumble forward with her guts burning up in a mixed sensation of heat and legs shaking tingling pleasure as she tries to spread her butt cheeks apart to stop what’s happening… but that doesn't stop you from sliding and squirming in as your body bulges through the spotted skin of her belly, making the already pudgy gut bloat up and squirm from your hands pushing and feeling around, "HIYAHAA w-wha..is that YOU ALEX whaa-ahaaaa oooh baby your in deep...haaa~ deeper..." her voice oozes out in a mature breathy moan, her grip on her own ass cheeks weakening as her bodies muscles contract and pull you in deeper as the heat rises up from her guts to her head, making her eyes flutter as head and face bulge and squirm between her fat tits with enough of it still being able to cover up your face...bulging lumps being forced into her legs and arms as your feet reach into a bit above hers and your hands reach her wrists as your head bulges and morphs her face before it snaps into place with a loud sound.
Soon, your vision flashes back as with a loud gasp for air with a very disorienting height difference, "Grrkr...what...I dove in and... that's a mature voice... no... it's Ms. Belle's voice." You drowsily slur out as her body limps like she's just rolled out of bed, holding her paws up to her face to be met with the foreign padded hyena paws and the clear sight and feeling of two fatty tits sagging off your chest while feeling your own body and hers at the same time...like being hugged and compressed by a big plush meat suit. "...I did it... I really did it..." You look over your new body, soon the sensations of your original one disappearing, yet a ever present heat making itself known between your legs.
"Mmnggh... guess... she really liked that." You take a few deep breaths. "Okay... okay. I... I actually did it. I managed to 'wear' someone... all on my own ha, hahaha!" You feel a sense of pride at what you accomplished as you think of what to do next.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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