Extremely Indulgent Tales

“Seeds of Mischief”

“Keep walkin, shrimp,” the younger of the coyotes barked. The trio of boys—two behind, one ahead—walked down the ill-maintained street around midday, autumn. The crisp, cold air bit at them in their hoodies and jeans.  A pair of canine brothers marched a slightly shorter boy, a calico cat, past the piles of wet, rain-sodden leaves in the gutter as if they were escorting him to an execution. The sky was cloudy-gray, and there was no traffic—the only sound to be heard under the wet plodding of sneakers was the wind. The group paused on the sidewalk when the cat boy hesitated before a rotted fence gate, at the end of an overgrown dirt path, leading off the road and into a forest. The coyotes shared a look, then gave him a rude shove to continue their trek.

The trees along the trail were poor, leafless things—their barks slimy with mold, moss and lichens. Had their canopies been full, the footpath would have been shrouded in darkness, but the eerie illumination of the overcast sky through the sharp branches was somehow no less foreboding. It wasn't long before a break in the trees could be seen up ahead, revealing the front of an old house. Coming closer, the house became more of a manor—tall, dark and decrepit, like a diseased thorn rising out of the ground. The timid feline gulped, but kept walking, and the three boys finally stopped at the steps leading to the front porch of the gloomy building.

The young cat shivered, just as much from the cold as from the intimidating presentation of the house. A hand gripped his shoulder. “Hey now, you ain't chickenin' out, are you,” the elder dog asked, mockingly.

“N-... N-no...” the calico weakly replied.

“Good,” the coyote grinned, fangs out, “cuz we don't let no chickens in the after-school club!”

“What about ol' 'Ricky the Rooster?' OW!!” the younger brother asked, before getting a jab in the shoulder.

“Shaddap! As I was sayin, ain't no wimps gettin' in the after-school club. So to prove your worth, you're gonna get a little initiation test.” They marched the cat up the steps to the porch and faced an empty frame where the front door should be. The elder dog waved his hand forward, and said “you're gonna take... The 'WALK.'”

“Dun-dun-DUUUUNNNN~!” The younger brother chimed in, jazzing his hands, before the elder brother flicked him on the side of the head.

“Here's how it works, uhhh... what yer name, again?” the older brother asked.

“J-j-james,” the cat answered.

“Well, 'juh-juh-james,'” he mocked, “ its real simple. You take ten full steps past the doorjamb, count to ten, and come back out. Piece-a-cake.”

“J-just ten s-steps?” the calico asked.

“Just ten steps,” the younger dog answered.

The cat boy looked down at the damp, dank floorboards of the patio, mulling it over. Finally he said, “O-okay...”

“Well get a move on, then!” the little brother coyote barked, shoving him forward. The calico moved to the doorjamb.

“Remember, tens steps and ten seconds,” the big brother intoned, “we'll be watching to make sure you don't cheat.”

“I g-got it,” James said back, and took a breath, then another. After a third breath, he closed his eyes and started forward, counting his steps in whispers. “One... two... three... four...” and so on.

The younger brother began making clucking noises until the older brother poked him in the head to quiet him. He gave his twin a nasty look, then returned his attention to the doorway. “HEY! Where'd he go?!”

The elder coyote looked back in the house, having looked away for only a split second to poke his twin. The calico cat was indeed gone. Vanished! “What the hell! weren't you watching?”

“I was lookin at you!”

“Well I was lookin at you!” The dog boys looked around wildly, searching. They hadn't heard any footsteps after number six or seven.

“You think he bolted?” asked the younger.

“No way, this is the only door.”

“Then is he hiding in there?” The younger brother sniffed around. “What the shit! I don't even smell him anymore.”

“Me either...” The two boys looked at one another.

“Is... this supposed to happen?” The younger dog asked, nervously.

“How the hell should I know,” The older brother replied indignantly, “I ain't never done this before, I made it all up!” With that, the twins sprinted back down the wooded path to the sidewalk. They stood there, hand on their knees, out of breath. “Wha...” the older boy began, before catching his breath and trying again. “What are we gonna do?”

“Woah, hey,” the younger bother yipped, grabbing his twin's shoulders, “we ain't gonna do shit! In fact... We never saw 'im! He chickened out. Never showed up!” The older brother didn't answer for a few seconds, staring back down the forest trail, then nodded. After catching their breath, the pair of canines cautiously walked back down the road. The truth would never leave those woods.

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“Eight... nine... TEN!” James exclaimed. “Alright, do I start counting now?” He heard no answer. In fact, he couldn't even hear the wind outside. “Guys?” he asked again, and turned, still closing his eyes. Weird... It didn't sound like he was in a room anymore. His voice wasn't echoing off the walls like it should. “G-.... Guys...? Are you there...?” Whatever confidence he had after the tenth step evaporated like steam. “Th-this is-isn't f-f-funny.......” He shivered and sniffled, tears fighting their way out of his tight-shut eyelids. “......Hello?”

“Well hello there~,” a silky smooth voice buzzed in his ears, as if being spoken directly into his mind.

“AAH!!!” James shrieked and opened his eyes. He was in a room again, but it was gorgeous! The walls were a sort of red-stained wood, trimmed with gold, and the ceiling was a sort of red padded material. He was lying on his back on unbelievably soft crimson bedding. When did that happen? Wasn't he standing before? He struggled to sit up, the sheer plush and cushion of the linen making it difficult, and found the bedding extended to every wall. The entire room was a bed! “Who's th-th-there,” he timidly whispered. “W-w-w-where am I?” The room was warm, cozy even, though compared to his previous surroundings that wasn't saying much. He continued looking around, and found there weren't even any doors or hatches. How did he even get in here?

In front of him, the sheets began to slide and shift, then swirl and rise. Linen spiraled and spun before the speechless feline before ballooning outward and blossoming like a flower. Inside was a creature that Jame had never seen nor heard of before. It looked like a person, a woman, but her body was all glossy-black, her eyes glowed red with no pupils, and what appeared to be bat-wings sprouted from her back! She raised her arms up and arched her back, as if stretching after just waking up. The apparition then regarded James with those blank, luminescent eyes, and the cat felt his fears strangely subsiding.

“Its funny,” the voice buzzed in his head again, though her mouth—if she had one—never moved, “I hadn't expected that particular portal to still be functioning...”

“Who... who are you...?” the calico asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes hooded , and almost seemed to glaze over, as she looked at him. He got the impression she was... hungry. “I am called Mischief,” she answered, “and I've certainly got some in store for you, little boy~.” A tongue appeared where her mouth seemed to be, and licked the lips that should have been there. James shivered at her comment, but his fear kept waning. Her gaze and voice entranced the cat boy, and his worries seemed to flow away just as fast as they arose. “As for your other question, this is just one of my... spaces... in which I play my game~.”

“G-game?” James asked absently.

“Oh yes~,” the creature beamed, “a wonderful, fanciful game~.” She leaned in close, and the glow from her eyes shone off the young calico's face. “Would you like to play~?”

The feline cub felt a deep warmth in his face and chest, and any prior warnings of 'stranger-danger' had been wiped clean from his consciousness. His cheeks flushed red, and he felt so giddy he might giggle. He told her, “s-sure...”

“Say it like this: 'I want to play with you, Mischief.'”

“I w-want to play w-with you M-mischief~.”

“Good boy~!” she said sharply, and her eyes turned a hot magenta hue! James' eyes flashed the same color, and suddenly his body went limp! The creature brought a finger under his chin, and proceeded to lift him up by it, making his little body begin to float! He was soon suspended in the air above the bedding and his eyes were wide with surprise. He couldn't move, but he wasn't quite numb.

“Whaaa!? W-w-what's going on?!” He asked in a panic. His mouth and face seemed to work as normal, at least. The creature brought a finger to his lips.

“Shhh~,” she hushed, “first things first... lets see what I'm working with here~.” The figure brushed a hand over James' chest, and his clothed started to vanish—almost dissolving like soap suds!  His patchy, speckled fur pattern was revealed, and all that was left were his tidy whiteys! “Ooooh, I like your fur colors~,” she cooed, “dazzling~! Here, let me try~.” Her form seemed to shimmer before the floating cat's eyes, as if she were underwater. Black started to mingle with tans, browns and oranges. Her head grew triangular, fluffy ears, and she now had a long, tubular tail. Her figure became more defined—curvy—now sporting round, supple breasts and a rump to match, and her eyes dimmed and became lustrous, gold-yellow cat's-eyes! When her transformation was complete, what stood on her knees before the cub was a beautiful, naked and bodacious adult calico woman—although her wings remained unchanged. She ran her hands over her new form in appreciation. “Mmm, very nice~...”

“Wha-... Woah... H-how... how did you d-do that?” James asked, awestruck.

“Oh sweetie~,” she gently touched his pink nose with the tip of her finger, “I'm a succubus! A demon of desire and pleasure~! Shapeshifting is the least of my talents~!”

“D-d-d-... Demon!? A-... Are you g-gonna take m-m-my soul?!” Tears of dread welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Mischief let out an explosive sigh, “UUUGGHH!! No, that's not how it works.” She crossed her arms in annoyance and averted her gaze to the wall. “Stupid church.” A few seconds of awkward silence passed, then she recomposed herself. “I'm not here to hurt you, cutie-pie. I wanna play a game with you, remember~? So relax~.” She ran her hands up the short fur of his abdomen and chest, and her touch was at once soothing and electrifying.

“Hhhh-... haaahhh~. Uhh~. Huh-, how d-do you p-p-play?”

“Oh, well...” she began, tracing her fingers over the rest of his body, “you're not really gonna be a player, sweetie. More like... a gamepiece. A pawn, actually.”

“L-like chess...?”

“Yes! Exactly,” she pinched one of his fluffy cheeks, “aren't you a smartypants~!” The cat giggled weakly at her praise, still dazed under her spell. “You're one of my many, many pieces I'm using in my game against the mortal world. Against their,” she holds up her fingers in air quotes, “morality, decency and ORDER!”Mischief finished her diatribe with a hard blown raspberry, flicking her forked tongue out past her lips. “More like fun-policing!”

Unmoved by her rant, James asked softly, “S-so... how does the g-game work?”

Mischief smiled wide, and her ears curled devilishly. “Well, succubi usually just visit or kidnap men and drain their seed for sustenance, leaving them important, or otherwise tempt them into violating their marital fidelity. I've got a different plan~.” Her hands made their way down to the waistband of his undies and slowly slid them down. The little calico grunted and moaned timidly, but was powerless to stop her. The young feline's penis was freed from the underwear, a healthy fur inches, with soft little nubs at its tip. “I take little boys, just like you, and I make em something... special~.” Then she cupped his face in her hands. “I'm gonna make you a perfect tool~! An absolutely irresistible vector for lust, degeneracy and chaos~!”

“Wha-... wh-what are y-you gon-n-na d-do to m-me...?” James asked axiously.

The succubus leaned in real close, almost nose-to-nose with the cub, her arms lazily draped around his back. “Don't you worry~. I'll enjoy walking you through every little detail~... Are you ready~?” Flustered by her intimacy, entranced by her spell and charisma, the calico silently nodded. She pecked a kiss on his lips, “then here we go~!”

Her lecherous hands slid down his little body until they found his immature package. “Hmm... well, that's certainly a respectable start...” she murmured to herself. She took her index finger, kissed it, then placed the tip under the base of his semi-erect shaft. “Lets begin with a big~,” She pulled the finger toward her, “thick~,” and as she did, “COCK~,” the calico's dick started to enlarge! He huffed and moaned, the growth triggering an intense tingle in his loins! The rate of growth was in sync with the speed of her finger, and his girth increased in perfect proportion to his length! “There we go~. Aaaand, eighteen inches~! Haha~!” She removed her finger, and the foot-and-a-half-long sausage bobbed and bounced in the air between them. She looked at it, paused, and then rolled her eyes. “No, no,” she sighed, “lets not be silly.” She playfully pinched one of his cheeks, “you silly mortals would never know what to do with that~.” She cupped her hand his his engorged tip and gently shrunk the member back down. “Thhhhere,” she said, “fifteen,” before changing her mind again, and then “thirteen.” She squinted her eyes and pouted her lips. “....and a half.”

Finally satisfied, she released the still quite impressive member to stand erect and stiff. Its barbs, having not had the opportunity to sharpen with age, instead became firm-pointed bumps along the top-portion of his shaft! James gazed in awe of his brand new sexual instrument. “Wuh-, wowie~!” He'd never comprehended a dick so big, let alone it belonging to him. Its appearance, as well as its sensation, started to awaken a strange feeling in him. It felt... powerful.

“Yep! A cock fit for a king~!” Mischief declared. “But while a big ol' pussy-punisher's nice to look at... and suck... and ride~<3... (ahem), its the balls that make the breeder~!” She leaned down toward his plum-sized sac, rather off-puttingly small in comparison to his shlong—for the moment, anyway. She took two fingers and found them to be sufficient in lifting and bouncing his barely-dropped testes. The demoness licked her lips, and planted a long, sloppy kiss on his little pouch, then sat back up. In moments, his fuzzy ballsac grew larger and heavier in her hand, soon filling her palm, and then barely fitting in her grasp! The sensation made the cat boy's thighs, despite being paralyzed, quake and jerk! “Yeeeeah~,” she murmured, “that's nice~! A pair worth its weight in gold~! But those are just the tanks. We still gotta fill em~!”

Just then, the fluffy fur of her tail opened to reveal an imp-like tail beneath, with a strange, heart-shaped tip. Lightning quick, this new appendage flew right up the dazed cub's tailhole and gave a tiny sting through the flesh covering his prostate. The action was so ludicrously quick, James' only reaction at first was to gasp, and weakly moan. “Ah~... Wha-... what did... Ohhh~! OOAAAAAH~!!” His eyes rolled back, and his features made an adorable 'O-face!' His already mighty undercarriage now seemed to swell like a pair of balloons, and the tip of his member started leaking clear, glistening precum!

“Ah, now we're in business~,” Mischief said proudly, “that little upgrade just overclocked your semen production by, ohh, eight-hundred percent~? You could put buns in a whole sorority's ovens in a day and not run out of little swimmers~! And that's to say nothing of the vastly improved flavor~!  Mmm~,” She caught some of the precum on a finger and took a taste, and gently bobbed his now full package, feeling it slosh in her hand. “Mmmfffuck~! Sometimes I almost get jealous of those prissy little mortal bitches~. Getting their quivering, pathetic little twats pried open and absolutely tenderized~! Screaming and begging to get filled up like balloons with thick, yummy jizz~<3 Haaaaah~.....” She sniffed and rubbed her nose into his swollen orbs, and started lapping at them with her tongue! Her eyes rolled back as she let herself get distracted.

“Uhhh~! Ohhhhhh~,” James groaned.

Mischief snapped out of her daydream and leaned in toward his face. “Aww, whatsa-matter, 'baby-batter'~?” She asked.

“Tha-... They're s-soooo fuuuuull~! And.. and heeeavyyyy~!” He whined.

“Oh I know, stud, I know~,” she cooed, petting his head, “but truth be told, you're gonna have to get used to it. And if you think they ache now, just wait till you let them get too full and backed up~! Hoo-boy, 'clogged pipe' doesn't even begin to describe it~.” The cub didn't quite get her meaning, and was starting to wonder if playing this game with her was a good idea after all! “But we'll get to that in a bit. Next, lets do something about your stamina~.” She hefted his engorged balls up and poked her head underneath, toward his taint. She licked her lips again, and planted another wet kiss on his fuzzy perineum.

Almost instantly, James felt lightning buzz through his little body! “Wuh! Woah-woah-WOAH~!!” His fingers and toes flexed frantically, his tail frizzed and fluffed like a bottle-brush, and he began hyperventilating! The calico's already ramrod-stiff boner tensed and felt twice as rigid, with visible veins starting to develop along its shaft. Not only that, but his bulging, heavy ballsac was now beginning to tremble and rumble of its own accord—and boy-oh-boy did that make them tingle like CRAZY! “Holy cow! Holy cow! I... I-I-I feel like I'm g-g-gonna explode~!”

Mischief chuckled, “yup~! Not only can you cum for days, now you can smash mortal pussy all day and night, too~! Fresh erections in 20 seconds flat~!”

“Wuh, wuzz haappennning t-t-too meeee~?” James whined, still not quite understanding what was going on. All he knew was he had all this energy, all this clear goo leaking from his now huge penis, and his balls were just going CRAZY! So heavy! So tingly!! So. Freaking. FULL!!!

“Shhh, hush~. We're almost done~,” the succubus chided. “Next, the glamour spell.” Shimmering light gathered and danced in her hands, as if she were emitting sparks like a small firework. She flung the glimmering light at the floating cub, and he winced as his body was momentarily covered in sparkles and ripples. After feeling no difference, he looked at her confused. “And this isn't your shitty, dollar-store spellbook stuff. Now, the instant any girl or woman gets a look at you—and this monster between your legs~,” she brought a hand under his sausage to feel its weight, “no loyalties, no marriages, no inhibitions of any kind will keep them off you~! Nor will any male or other authority give challenge to your dominance~! You are now the ultimate sex-appeal~!”

After that, Mischief brought a hand up to her chin in thought. She was forgetting something again... What was it? She always almost left something out... “Oh!” She remembered. She leaned in and grabbed the calico by his shoulders, and dove in for a kiss! She slid her tongue deep in his mouth and down his throat, and he felt a strange, indescribable feeling in his core. She slowly pulled out of the kiss, and the cat was left once again panting for air. “And that seals the deal~!”

“Wha-...” James began to ask, before remembering she'd explain anyway.

“That, you lucky kitty, just locked your physiology into a temporal stasis~,” she said plainly. “Translation: congratulations, you just stopped aging~!”

“HUH?!”

“That's right, kiddo~! You're in the game for good, now~! You're gonna be a fresh, young, bouncing, big-dicked, baby-making, home-wrecking, pussy-destroying FUCK-MACHINE for the rest of existence~! Welcome to immortality, hon! No need to thank me~!” Mischief winked at him.

“I... but... Uhhh~!” James was flabbergasted! He didn't know what to say, what to think, what to feel!

“And now... for my p a y m e n t ~ ,” she said, her voice now sonorous and terse. Her eyes started to glow a hot magenta hue once more.

“P-p-p-payment...?” James echoed, immediately intimidated by this change in tone.

“This isn't a charity, punk,” she sneered, “I just poured enough magic into you to overthrow empires. That shit doesn't grow on trees!” She grabbed his shoulders, tight, and shoved him down into the sheets. Despite her aggression, it wasn't annoyance or malice that drove her... it was hunger!

“AAH,” he yelped from the motion, “Wha!? What do you want?!”

Mischief wrapped a clawed hand around the meaty base of his cock. “First DIBS~,” She grunted. Her eyes now glowed painfully bright, and her wings had at some point doubled in size! “Your virginity~! Your innocence~!!” She hissed, “its the most potent sustenance a succubus could ask for~! And since you're immortal now, its the last thing you have worth taking~!” She started stroking his huge shaft and licking it with her long tongue!

“Ngghhh~! Ngaah~! M-mi- Mischief~!” James whined, “Y-you're scaring meeeee~!” She didn't reply, savoring his timid whimpering and immature emotions! She lapped up his leaking precum and smacked his vibrating balls with wet, sloppy kisses! Tears started to well up in his eyes from sensory-overload, and seeing that lit a fire in Mischief's perverted libido! She took one last, long lick of his shaft, before flapping her wings and hopping into a standing position over his erect member! Getting a good look at her now—her feline appearance, her dazzling calico fur pattern—James was momentarily struck with a feeling of familiarity.

He had no time to ponder this, however, as the busty, big-butted feline/demoness slowly lowered herself on his meat-pole! He moaned and wailed as the brand new sensations and hormones shot through him like magma, and Mischief reveled in every sweet sound! Fitting his enormous length inside her proved no problem, as her belly stretched and distorted to facilitate it. The succubus squealed in pleasure as she finally took him to the hilt! One particular perk of being a succubus was that no matter how often or intense, sex NEVER got old! She immediately began grinding and bouncing on his dick, and though she returned the use of his limbs, her demonic strength easily overpowered poor James!

“HUUH~!! HUAAAAH~!! HAAAAAH~!!!” The calico yelped and moaned! At first, he tried to push her off, but when that proved fruitless, his hands moved on their own to her plump thighs! Her pussy was hot and slick, and gripped like a vice, meanwhile her enormous tits bounced squarely in his face! Her phat butt slammed and bumped against his sloshing balls, and the sheets around them flew and fluttered! “TH-TH-THIS-SS-SS FE-EE-EE-LS WE-EE-EE-IRD~!!!” 

“Yes! YES!! YYEEEEEAAAHH~!!!” Mischief hissed, “FFFFUCK~!! Better get use to it, brat~!! Nnnh~!! This is gonna be you life now~! Ohhhh~! AAAAH~!!!” She shrieked and cursed as she went wild on her new creation! He grunted and whined, weathering both her carnal assault and the brand new sensations coursing through him! “AHHN~!! You're gonna go back to the mortal realm and- OHHHFFFFUUUUCK~!!! Haaah~! And you're gonna wreak havoc! Filling bellies, ending marriages, and- OHHH~!! And turning every mortal woman you meet into a sex-crazed bimbo~! Whether you want to or not~!!” Her ranting predictions worried the calico cub, but not as much as what was happening to his body! His heart was beating like a drum, his face was on fire, there were fireworks going off in his head, and his balls just wouldn't stop shaking!

Suddenly, James' balls began to rumble much, much harder, and his cock stiffened and throbbed! Muscles in his groin he'd never felt before starting contracting and spasming, and his little hips were thrusting on their own—his body was out of control! “HUAAAAH~!! S-suh! S-some-thii-ii-ing's ha-aa-aapp-en-nn-ning~!! UuUuHhHh~!! M-m-my p-pe-ee-nis-ss fee-EE-EELS FU-UU-NNY~!!!”

“OoOoOh~! Here it coOoOoOomes~!!” the demoness cooed, drooling in anticipation! “Buckle up, kiddo~! You've seen I don't do things small~!!”

“Huuuuh~! HUUUAAAAAH~!!” The calico cub panicked as his muscles followed their own instinctual programming! He had no idea what was gonna happen, but everything he was feeling told him it was gonna be BIG!

“No stopping it now~!! HOLD ON TIGHT~!! YOU'RE GONNA BLOOOOOOOOOW~!!!”

“HAAAH! AAAHHH!! AAAAAAAH~!!!” James shrieked in indescribable pleasure as he finally erupted inside the succubus! His balls pulsated and sent practically gallons of fresh, virgin spunk up through his huge penis with the force and pressure of a fire hose! Mischief's belly swelled and stretched to accommodate the young cat's explosive ejaculation, and she smiled and half moaned, half giggled as if severely drunk!

“Hhhhaaaaaaahhhhh~... Huuh! Fffffuuuuck yeeeeah baaaabyyyyeee... THHHAT'S the gooood shiiiiit~<3!” Mischief mumbled, as her head lolled back and her belly sloshed, cartoonishly round and swollen! On top of being a prime source of sustenance, a freshly 'popped-cherry' also has the effect of an intense euphoric drug. Normally this high would only last a few hours, but due to her magical machinations upon the cub's genitals, she'd be giggling and clenching for weeks! The room seemed to grow dark for little James, as his vision blurred and his eyelids grew heavy. It wasn't exhaustion, however—the succubus had promised that would prove no issue—it was another spell. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard her voice in his head one last time.

“Go now, my little seed of Mischief. Go and bloom many beautiful flowers of chaos!”

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“Jimmy, dear, its time to wake up~!”

That was his mother's voice! James' blinked away the tiredness in his eyes. He was in bed, at home! He wondered how he got here, but then wondered why he'd find that odd. What happened yesterday...? He remembered going down the old road with two other boys, a forest, a house, then... Shapes, feelings, sensations... Nothing. How he got back home was completely lost on him. He checked his little digital clock on his nightstand, which also showed the date. The day had definitely passed. What was he forgetting...? He sat up, and found the view ahead of him somewhat obscured—blocked, by a shape under the blankets. He tried shoving it aside, then recoiled as he felt the touch! He tossed the covers aside and sure enough, he was now the proud owner of a colossal kitty-cock! He felt like he should be more shocked, but a sense of deja vu dampened the surprise.

“Jimmy, did you hear me?” His mother called again, and she walked into the open doorway, “rise and sh-!!!” The calico woman's eyes flew wide open in awe! Her jaw dropped and she braced on the doorjamb for balance! The pattern of her fur and the shape of her body under her morning bathrobe struck a note of familiarity—more deja vu—but again, the younger cat couldn't put the pieces together, and never would. His mother's eyes were completely transfixed on his package, ogling his length, girth, and the sheer weighty plumpness of his balls! James was worried she'd chastise him for not covering himself in front of a lady, but he received a very different response. Hr eyes seemed to glaze over, and her cheeks flushed red. Her breathing visibly grew heavier, and her hands on the door frame trembled. Her legs, previously braced for her loss of balance, now rubbed together as if waiting for an open restroom, and her hips gently rolled and wiggled, much like her tail.

“M-m-mommy~?” James asked nervously.

“Oh sweetheart~...” his mother responded, her voice breathy and laden with desire. She bit her lip, and idly tugged at the tie of her robe, then continued, “You, uh... you wanna skip school today~?”