Mid-summer, the time of year when most people leave their city and go on vacation, but sadly not for Wes. The twelve year old cream colored kitten was stuck in his small town with little, if anything, to do. At the suggestion of his father, Wes began doing odd jobs for his neighbors. Cleaning Mrs. Gonzales’s garage, helping Mr. Kendal mow his lawn, washing old lady Agatha’s car, and pose for some weird pictures for Mr. Pacheco. Eventually, Wes amassed a fair bit of money that of course, he naturally spent on video games. Upon hearing how Wes was “wasting” his money, Wes’s mother insisted that he use some of the money earned to buy some school clothes. Begrudgingly, Wes agreed and now found himself on the city bus going to the mall. Calling it a mall would be generous though, it was a series of small shops inside a large building with only a few major retailers. Wes knew what a real mall was supposed to look like and this. Was. Not. It. But still, if it got his mother to stop nagging him about spending his money properly…


     It was a cloudy day, rare to see during the summer, but Wes welcomed it. Wes only wore a red shirt with a superhero logo on it, now almost entirely faded from wearing it so often, and a pair of jeans with a rip in both knees. Maybe his mom was right. Entering the mall properly the cub looked around and was shocked to see how large the mall was with no people swarming the thoroughfare. Wes eventually found the clothing store his mom always went to to buy new clothes for the family, a “high end” retailer that common folks would believe rich people often frequent, but anyone fashion savvy would probably do their shopping online. Wes wandered the various sections, in absolutely no rush to find his section. Wes enjoyed pressing his face into the glass counters in the jewelry section, fogging them up and drawing lewd pictures in the condensation. Running through the dresses and making them all swoosh upwards, even if a little. Slapping the stacks of jeans and being surprised when a few of them were as soft as his fur! After looking at the price of them, Wes quickly turned around and decided he needed to find clothes for himself. He followed the directions on the signs hanging from the ceiling but something caught his eye.


     It was an underwear ad, and a rather salacious one at that. It featured an otter, brown furred and muscular. He was relaxing on a bed wearing only a pair of boxer briefs with a water surface print and yellow trimmings that did little, if anything to hide the sizable bulge in there his expression was a mixture of cockyness and lust, but he was turned away from the camera, to add a bit of mystery? Who knows. To his left and right were two cubs, a gray wolf cub, and a black cat, neither wore anything but the way they were posed showed no nudity, just the curvature of their asses. Wes stared in awe, he’d never really “noticed” girls before. And guys, well...they were easier to get along with, and usually have bigger muscles...like this otter here. Wes saw the shelf next to the ad that had the underwear being sold. Three pairs in a package, the water surface one, a plain black one, and a bright yellow pair with deep aqua trimmings. Reasonable price, Wes thought to himself, he could buy a couple of shirts and some pants, head home, and play some games...If he wasn’t being watched by someone else right now.


     Forty one year old Ken had been eyeing the cub since he’d walked in. Not often a kid comes to do clothes shopping by himself often, but weirder things have happened. Ken recognized the cub from around the neighborhood, doing odd jobs and such. The tiger pulled out his phone to check the time. Just enough time to get away with this.


     Ken adjusted his shirt as he walked over to the cub who was in deep contemplation looking at the underwear ad on the wall. Wes knew he should buy it, but did he want the underwear, or the man wearing them? He turned around and bumped his face into a soft round belly, startling him. 


     “Oh my! I’m so sorry, kiddo!” Ken apologized to the cub “I didn’t see you there, I’m Kenneth, but everyone calls me Ken, umm...where’s your mommy at?” Ken looked around, if his mom were in the mall she’d probably be looking for him by now.


     “I Uhh. My name’s Weston, but my friends call me Wes...I came here alone.” Wes shyly responded. He looked down bashfully, briefly glancing at the tiger’s crotch. “M-My mom told me to er, buy some clothes and stuff. F-For school!” 


     “Well thats very responsible for you!” Ken stated, he knelt down and lowered his voice a bit. “Do you want me to help you pick out some stuff for you?” Wes happily nodded, and the pair went through every department. Wes picked out his preferred styles and Ken made sure they were in the cub’s budget. Most of it surprisingly was. Wes slowly warmed up to the man as they went through the store, with Wes bringing up various stories from school, about his friends, the odd jobs he’d done around his neighborhood (Leaving out the weird photos he took with Mr. Pacheco) and about the videogames he bought with his money. Ken for his part, actually liked to listen to his customers when they talked, it gave him a better idea of what to sell them, which made his job naturally easier. Finally, Wes was done. The kitten was well on his way to a nearby register when Ken spoke up.


     “Oh, don’t you wanna try those on?” 


     Wes stopped. “Hmm...Well these sizes are what my mom usually gets me…”


     “Yes, well, you don’t know how much you’ve grown over the summer. Maybe those clothes you’re wearing now have probably stretched themselves out with you wearing them constantly.” Ken walked over to a small alcove near the corner of the store, far away enough that few people knew about it. “Here, you can try them on here.”


     Wes could hear his mother’s voice telling him to listen to the nice man and do as he asks. “Well...Okay.” The kitten followed the Tiger to the fitting rooms. 
   
     Ken liked coming here on his lunch breaks. Quiet, no one knew about these fitting rooms, and he could rub one out on shift if he really needed to. The pair padded through the tiny hallway as they made their way to the fitting room at the end. 


     “In here.” The tiger opened the door and let the cub go in first. Spacious, with a tiny bench on one side, and a mirror opposite from there on the wall. Wes set his clothes on the bench and was again startled when he saw Ken let himself inside the room as well. 


     “Wh-What are you doing?” Wes asked, the fur standing up on the back of his head.


     “Hmm? Oh I need to see for myself that those clothes fit you properly.” Ken took a seat next to the clothing pile and saw the dried cum stain on the mirror from the last time he was here. 


     “Is that a thing?” Wes was beginning to get a weird feeling but wasn’t sure what he could do in the moment.


     “Well doesn’t your mother come in here to see if new clothes fit you?” Ken leaned forward and pulled out his phone, discreetly opening the camera.


     The kitten paused to think for a few seconds. “Yeah, she would.” 
     
     “See, I’m only here to help.” Ken smiled at the cub as he started to film the cub getting undressed. 


     Wes smiled back, feeling a bit better knowing the tiger was only here to help out. Mom would definitely like him, Wes thought as he began to take his shirt off, he tossed it absentmindedly over to Ken who caught it and took a deep whif of it. A very immature musk, but strong. He probably wore this shirt for a couple of days in a row without taking it off. Ken’s cock twitched as he continued to watch the cub as he tried on the various shirts, not even noticing the dried cum on the mirror. Some shirts looked better on him than others, some actually didn’t fit. Wes was actually thankful he took Ken’s advice. 


     “Now how about those pants, eh?” Ken asked devilishly.


     Wes blushed. “Y-Yeah…” He undid the fly and leaned forward, exposing his current pair of underwear to Ken, making the tiger’s cock rock hard in seconds. There weren’t as many pairs of pants Wes picked out, figuring he could get away with wearing the same pair for a few days before needing to change them. Still, almost all of them fit appropriately. At this point, Wes was actually very thankful for letting Ken help him. Otherwise, the poor kitten probably wouldn’t have known where to start!


     “Theres one more thing you should try on, kiddo.” Ken, having been recording the entire time, no longer caring if Wes objected or knew, slid the package of underwear Wes had been checking out.


     “You can try underwear on?” Wes curiously asked.


     “No, but seeing as you were curious about it earlier, I figure I’ll let you try em on. Just this once, okay?” Ken saw Wes’s inhibitions leave him as the cub took his underwear off, leaving his cute ass exposed. The tiger’s cock was practically oozing precum at this point, he wanted to rip his clothes off and mate with this boy, but he needed to wait.


     Wes put the fresh pair of boxer briefs on and they fit magically! Better than those weird briefs his mom always buys him and his dad! And the design is so cool too, Wes thought. He flexed in the mirror, taking in how cool he looked when he saw the tiger get up from the bench and kneel down next to him.


     “You look so cute in those undies, Kitten.” Ken devilishly whispered into the boy’s ear. 


     “You think so?” Wes replied, no longer feeling nervous around the older man.


     “I know so, can I pet you?” Ken asked innocently.


     The kitten pretended to think about it, then happily nodded. He was thanked with a peck on the cheek as he felt Ken’s hands roam his body. His mom or sometimes his dad would do this for him whenever he had a bad day. Being petted was the best sensation in the world actually Wes began to naturally pur and leaned back into the tiger’s arms. 


     “You’re so soft…” Ken whispered.


     “Mmm-hmm!” Wes never had anyone pet him from the front before, at least not this low on his body. He looked down and saw Ken rubbing the front of his underwear, while feeling another hand on his ass Wes didn’t try to fight back, this felt good. He let his body go slightly limp.


     “This feels great, Ken…” The kitten whispered. 


     “I know, it’s gonna feel even better in a bit.” Ken answered. He slipped both hands inside Wes’s underwear and began heavily groping the boy. The older man was surprised when he felt the boy was already hard, and had a good four inches to work with. He’s definitely gonna be hung when he’s older, Ken thought as he continued to stroke the velvety member, making the cub moan as he did. The tiger looked into the mirror and grinned at this kitten being complete putty in his hands, fitting that from this angle the dried cum on the mirror looked as though it was splattered on Wes’s face. Wes reached up and began to stroke the side of the tiger’s face, feeling how rough his fur surprisingly was. 


     “K-Ken...ahh…” Wes leaned his head back and gasped slightly when he felt the older tiger lean forward to nibble at the cub’s collarbone and gasped again when he felt two of Ken’s fingers slip inside his untouched hole. 


     “Ken!” The kitten gasped out, but was quickly silenced when Ken covered his mouth with his own. My first kiss, Wes thought to himself. He let it continue to happen as he felt a new sensation, aside from the two fingers sliding in and out of him. Ken knew what was happening, and with shoving his tongue down the boy’s mouth for a final time, Wes groaned into the man’s mouth as he came several times onto the mirror, not coating it nowhere near as much as Ken did previously, but still enough that impressed the older pervert. Ken gently removed his fingered from Wes’s abused ass, and looked at his hand that jerked off the cub, with a thin line of cum on it. He licked it clean, savoring the immature, salty, and bitter taste it had. 


     “That’s never happened to me…” Wes whispered, still slightly delirious from having his first orgasm. 


     “Yeah,” Ken chuckled as he helped the boy pull his clothes on. “Thats called ‘cumming,’ has your daddy taught you anything yet about that?” 


     Wes thought for a moment, “No, I don’t think he has.” He looked around and realized he put on his pants without underwear! “Oh no, Where are they? My undies?” Wes frantically looked around but was paused by Ken who held them up.


     “I have them, I’m gonna throw them away, you said you didn’t want them anymore, remember?” Ken said to the cub who looked back at him quizzically.


     “I...did?” Wes asked.


     “Err...yes! Yes you did, now come on, you still gotta pay for these!” Ken ushered the now dressed kitten out into the store where he rang him up. The tiger felt a bit guilty for lying to the boy about stealing his underwear, and added his employee discount just for the boy. Wes happily took the bags of clothes from the tiger and bade him goodbye, no longer thinking about what had transpired in the fitting room just minutes ago. Ken waited til his lunch time to look at all the photos and videos he took of the cub, notably their final escapade in front of the mirror. Sadly, the angle only caught literally half the action as Ken’s back took up half the screen. Still, their soft moans and Wes’s cumshot was still very audible. Ken took a sip out of his soda and sent the series of pics and vids to his husband, Adam Pacheco, who immediately texted him back.


     Is that Wes?!