A Cold Night (Patreon Commission for Bobert)

TAGS: M/F, Casual Sex, Growth, Size Difference

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It had been an uncharacteristically cold week out in Crossroads, so much so that Bobert had to resort to the age-old tradition of gathering every single blanket in the house and wrapping himself in multiple, inch-thick layers of warm cloth just so he could feel mildly comfortable. Without much else to do, he decided he was going to spend the rest of his day in front of the television playing some video games without a care in the world, all while trying not to freeze his butt off, so of course he fully expected to be interrupted at earliest convenience, be it by a phone call from work, someone knocking at the door, or something else designed from the ground up to ruin his fun. While the reality of it ended up going in the same direction, what the otter did not expect was for his leisure time to be interrupted by Rachael coming down the stairs and heading towards him… while wearing absolutely nothing but a shirt and panties, the faintest outline of a bra visible underneath the former. While he knew what the point was, his instinctual reaction was still to ask if she wasn’t uncomfortable with how cold it was, but after giving it two seconds of thought, and realizing just how hard he already was just from the sight alone, he figured it best not to say anything; besides, given how massive the tigress was (in every sense of the word), it was entirely possible that she was simply not bothered by the cold at all, and might in fact be feeling perfectly comfortable inside of her home… so comfortable that she plopped her wide ass on the couch right next to him and proceeded to lean sideways in order to push him further and further to the other end of the seat, causing the small otter to gulp as the possibilities crossed through his mind.

As was to be expected, it didn’t stop at the leaning either; Rachael did her best to make her presence known, moving her paws around in ways that shouldn’t be possible in order to get a rise out of her partner, hoping that maybe if she just massaged him well enough through the blanket covers, he’d give her an opening. Bobert, for all of his wanting to carry on with his gaming night, wasn’t possessed of enough willpower to resist; if anything, all he could do was try and delay the inevitable for as long as he could, all the while the tiny voice in his head questioning why he was even doing that grew bigger and louder with each passing moment, at about the same rate as his blush became brighter and his pants grew tighter and more constricting.

“Come now, why don’t you let me in?” she crooned, her voice soft and melodious, too soft for a creature of her size, “I’m so cold and alone out here, why not share some of that warmth with lil’ ol’ me?”

“Gee, I wonder why you feel so cold?” Bobert replied, giving her whole body a once-over and immediately regretting his course of action, “I honestly can’t tell!”

“I know, right? Must be a particularly cold night. Really makes me wonder just what someone like you could do to help me,” Rachael insisted, quite literally boobhatting her partner through the blanket cover and unashamedly trying to rip the many layers off of him, “you know, if you’d be so predisposed as to do so~”

As much as the otter wanted to reply with something resembling an attempt at sass, there was very little he could do there that wouldn’t leave him even more flustered than he already was. So, for his own sake, he shut up and allowed fate to take things wherever they may go… which, of course, ended up being Rachael finding a way to squeeze both hands into the wrappings surrounding her lover boy and pulling them away, giving him a few seconds of both warning and deathly cold before finding himself enveloped by soft warmth yet again. Obviously though, that time it wasn’t because of the blankets, but a very large, very fuzzy, very hug-happy feline who was already purring loudly enough for it to overpower the sound coming from the television, which he now couldn’t see anymore, courtesy of having two very ample breasts completely blocking his view. It was amazing how little he’d grown accustomed to having those things thrown at him, with how often he got to play with them; every time he had his head shoved into the tigress’ cleavage from underneath it felt like a brand new experience. Probably the fact that they were still slowly growing over time, that ought to be it.

Said tigress, meanwhile, was snuggling up on the couch and making sure that both of them were as comfortable as could be for what came next. Bobert knew for a fact that she would never be satisfied with just having him on her lap and fully under her control; the big cat never stopped there, hell, she didn’t even stop after getting all of his clothes off of him and she hadn’t even gotten started on that… yet. No sooner had he formulated that thought than Rachael began to do just that, running her fingers across his sides and making sure he knew where her hands were going: straight down to his… shirt? He would’ve expected her to start with his pants, like she always did, but apparently the tigress was feeling particularly frisky that night. With a frankly excessive amount of theatrics, she helped him wiggle out of said shirt, twirling it around her index finger before throwing it towards a corner of the room; somehow, despite having a layer of clothing removed from him, Bobert felt hotter than before, probably a consequence of trying to keep his focus on the still-running video game when both of their bodies were now in full, direct contact with one another. Next came the pants, as they should, with Rachael exercising deliberate caution to avoid even brushing against the bulge forming against them; she didn’t even make a passing comment, or even a simple noise, but judging from the way her flowery hand gestures were being handled, Bobert knew for certain that she was well aware of it. By that point, the otter’s hands were barely able to hold onto the controller, trembling so much that he had to pause the game to prevent anything bad happening… a mistake, if he ever made one.

Without the convenient distraction there to hold his attention, there was nowhere for it to go but backwards and onto Rachael, who was seemingly well-aware of what had just happened, given that her hands migrated upwards to her chest, which she was openly and unashamedly fondling by that point. Once every few seconds, the tigress would drop its weight onto Bobert’s head, allowing him to feel the impact as it nearly bent his spine out of shape, all while he tried his best not to moan whorishly loudly each time it happened. Her hands grew bolder, same as her attitude, with the tigress moving them ever faster, her breasts heavy against the ott’s head; all the poor guy could do was try and keep his own self-ministrations to an acceptable level, desperately holding back from furiously playing with his own junk, and instead resorting to “merely” grinding his own paws against it, feeling it harden and thicken inside of his increasingly-strained boxer briefs. It wouldn’t take too long before those things were ripped to shreds; he’d already dropped the controller on the floor, much preferring to enjoy himself with something a bit more carnal in nature, and wouldn’t be too long before small, squeak-like noises began to escape from his throat. Soon, it wasn’t even him taking care of his throbbing junk, but Rachael herself, who decided that her own, tender touch was necessary for such matters; Bobert didn’t think to even get remotely in the way, resulting in the tigress’ big, strong hands getting up close and personal with parts of him that he didn’t even know he had, resulting in a very aroused ott struggling to keep his composure amidst rising temperatures and increasingly tight spaces. Still, Rachael didn’t slip his briefs off of him… not yet, at least.

Instead, the big cat made sure that her hubby was nice and lubed up before moving onto the next step of her grand plan, checking to see if her smaller lover was in full precum flow or not before doing anything else. Much as the otter might’ve liked to have had control over himself, there was no denying that his lower body was already smeared with his pre, his still-growing rod leaving increasingly large stains on whatever was left of the thin strips of cloth that had once been boxers. As soon as she had confirmation that the ott was hot and bothered, far more than usual as well, that’s when Rachael moved her hands further down, cupping both of his cheeks and lifting him upwards, over her bust and closer to her head; with his rump firmly plopped atop the cavernous cleavage he’d just been stuffed into, Bobert had to deal with the similarly-horny feline outright stuffing her face onto his base, taking in a deep sniff and losing herself to the musky scent emanating from it. Her purring grew louder, stronger, turning into a low, rumbling growl that oozed with satisfaction and carnal glee, promising a great number of things, and none of them even remotely wholesome or family-friendly. By that point, the ott’s cock was more or less plopped atop Rachael’s left shoulder, each of his heartbeats causing it to visibly and audibly throb against it, her eyes occasionally darting to the side in order to remind herself of why she was going to such lengths to tease the tinier male, and not just jumping her lover’s bones already; it was always best when the diminutive otter was kept on the edge for as long as possible, allowed to have to his shaft grow and thicken as much as it could before it was put to use. It made for a wonderful investment, what with Rachael also knowing that, the longer he went without relief while under active teasing, the harder Bobert got into it when he was finally allowed to play with her body at his own leisure. It was a game they played… or rather, one that Rachael did and her partner went along with, knowing better than to say no to someone who could ride him dry while also crushing his pelvis into dust.

With nowhere else to go, he was “forced” to stay there and feel as the tigress moved her head closer, deftly avoiding touching his cock in order to give him a series of small kisses and big, wet licks, starting at his paws and going all the way up his body, once again moving around his junk just to prove a point about her own self-control; she gave extra attention to his soft belly before continuing to move slowly upwards, leaving behind a trail of wet, sodden fur that only made Bobert feel even more on edge than he had already been. In the end, it was capped off with a big, sloppy kiss that left most of his face feeling like it had both been splashed with a bucket of water and pulled in with a vacuum cleaner, the poor ott having to take several deep breaths just to come back down to reality. Meanwhile, Rachael was giggling to herself at how much she had managed to fluster her tiny lover, not even giving him a moment’s rest before laying it on even thicker.

With the otter dazed and confused by the kiss, still reeling from the absolute shock of it, the tigress took the opportunity to gently place him back on her lap, making sure he had enough room and clearance to watch what she was planning on doing. Part of their nightly rituals involved the metric ton of teasing that made up their foreplay, mostly from Rachael towards Bobert than the other way around, and that night would be no different; after all, the whole point of showing up to the couch wearing nothing but a shirt and panties was to find the best excuse to get rid of them as soon as possible, and now that her partner was trying to find his bearings after being assaulted with as much love as she could give him without anything more physical, it was time for her to… show off. For her to slowly bring her hands down to the lower brim of her shirt, slowly pulling it upwards and over her breasts, taking her sweet time to pretend like it got stuck there just so she could play the role of the poor, defenseless, overly-busty beauty whose clothes just never seemed to fit right. From there it was a short trip over to her head and then for the item of clothing to vanish into the nether world, thrown behind the couch never to return and exposing what lay beneath: an overstuffed bra and a pair of breasts so massive and full that they overflowed from it to the point where, frankly, it would’ve been more decent if the “support” wasn’t even there at all. One could only speculate that this was deliberate, given the sigh of relief that Rachael let loose after the whole thing snapped off once she reached behind to unhook it, the sudden avalanche of breastflesh smacking onto Bobert’s face and leaving him even more stunned than he had been from the kiss.

The ott was stuck somewhere that he couldn’t bring his willpower to bear. Sitting atop a soft, bare lap and with his face buried in boob, the poor little thing could barely even think straight, let alone put up any resistance to it. The tigress, sensing an opportunity, hefted one of her breasts and carefully navigated its nipple all the way to her partner’s mouth, forcing him to open his maw wide to take it in; from there, muscle memory took over, with the ott’s own hand slowly rising to sink into the plush breastflesh surrounding his face, his eyelids fluttering close and his tongue working around that bulging teat in order to loosen it up for a bounty that may or may not come. Some part of him told him to resist, or at least put up a token resistance instead of succumbing almost immediately, but that bit of him was smothered by the immense quantities of soft tigress bearing down on him… and rubbing up against him as well, judging from what he was feeling against his leg. It took him a bit to realize what was going on, but after getting a (literal) feel for it, there was little evidence to suggest anything other than Rachael grinding herself against him, somehow having wiggled her way out of her panties in order to rub her wet, soaking nethers against him. The ott too was practically drooling at that point, and not just from the mouth; all control over his lust had been lost, and it wouldn’t be too long before his shaft would be popping out of his near-ripped-open briefs and directly into the bottom of Rachael’s cleavage… though somehow, the tigress still managed to beat him when it came to the sheer output of fluids, which only worsened his already dangerously-high arousal.

All of this would be made moot when the big cat suddenly brought both of her hands over to her lover’s flanks, surprising poor Bobert by radically shifting their positions; the couch’s springs complained loudly as the tigress collapsed onto it, lying down and taking the blankets with her, exposing the ott to the bitterly cold air… yet not actually leaving him feeling frozen. Rather than the elements, what actually surrounded him was the warm, soft fuzz of Rachael’s belly, which his whole body was pressed against about as easily as she might pick up a sheet of paper; the feline’s purring was louder than ever now that she had her boy toy there to give her a tummy rub, which to said boy toy translated in an incredibly powerful rumbling that shook his sternum about as much as standing in front of bass-boosted sound column. Par for the course, as far as the couple was concerned, as were the squeaks coming from the ott’s throat every time he was smushed particularly hardly against that soft tum; nothing more he could do there but acquiesce to Rachael’s requests, and absolutely not because he loved doing so of his own accord, no sir, it was all just because the tigress had them in her hold. He absolutely didn’t adore surrendering to the softness of it all, rubbing himself all over her warm, fuzzy body so much that he barely even felt the outside cold again, vanishing inside of her pudge and begging for more in the only way he could: by squeaking ever more loudly every time. Admittedly, this went both ways, and there was an argument to be made that Rachael probably enjoyed it even more than he did; maybe it was a “princess and the pea”-type situation, or perhaps she was just far more vocal than him, but those sounds coming out of her mouth were nothing if not utterly undignified, and that’s exactly why he loved her so much.

At that point, it had turned into a struggle to keep away from the encroaching cold, hoping to find enough of the tigress to delve into in order to find a replacement for those blankets she took; in practice, this meant mushing himself into her body in such a way that the poor couch was being ground down by how hard Rachael was squirming, loudly begging for him to go faster, harder, deeper, all of it before even getting to the good parts… and Bobert knew they would be getting to the good parts very soon; his partner never wasted an opportunity to use his smaller size to her advantage, and that time wouldn’t be any different. Indeed, barely five minutes after getting smushed against her belly, one of Rachael’s paws had covered his head all over again, pushing it downwards towards her nethers; she had managed to quiet down, biting her lip to hold back a torrent of words that would best be left unwritten, but the intent was clear, especially when she held him there, right in front of her mound, for what felt like a whole hour. Not that it was necessary; the moment the ott had the slightest chance, he practically lunged forward and did what he did best, putting both his experienced tongue and hands to good use. The size difference between the two of them was such that the otter could very well shove his face into Rachael’s dripping slit, lapping at its interior while occasionally surfacing to tease her clit, all while massaging the mound around it using both hands, something that never failed to cause a lot of damage to the couple’s environs given how much Rachael moved around whenever he did so. Pillows were shredded, the blankets suddenly had a whole lot of gashes ripped into them, and the couch was about half a second away from just collapsing, not being as reinforced as their bed was… which was probably why the tigress rolled around and collapsed onto the floor, bringing the otter with her as she did so. At least there she wouldn’t have to worry about having to buy new upholstery, giving her plenty of time and space to egg him on further and push him deeper into her nethers.

The big cat was still shouting the best sort of obscenities at him, having decided to “threaten” her lover with turning him into her newest life-sized toy unless he did exceedingly well at pleasing her. It was something she usually said whenever all other ideas left her, though not exactly an empty threat; Bobert had so far evaded her wrath by virtue of being that attentive of a lover… and happening to be endowed with the sort of cock that would make even the most aggressively straight of males jealous. That thing had been growing all throughout their time “together”, even before its owner’s face was shoved between the tigress’ legs, with the result being that, where once had been boxer briefs, now were nothing more than strips of tattered cloth with the occasional hint of an elastic waistband. His shaft had grown considerably, enough that Rachael herself could bring her tail over to it and wrap it around its full circumference, coiling a few times to give her a proper grip as its tip moved closer to the ott’s nuts, hoping to give him a full course of stimulation. The tail began to move slowly, tightening and loosening its grip in a wavelike manner, stroking the ott’s shaft from bottom to top all while his orbs were at first lightly brushed against, then cupped, then expertly handled by the fuzzy appendage; it was amazing how much control she exercised over that thing, or would be if Bobert had any part of his brain still working properly as opposed to being overloaded and unable to process what was going on downstairs. His face lit up even more, his ministrations became more erratic, and it was clear to Rachael just how deeply she was affecting him; again, par for the course when it came to their sex life, as it gave her the perfect justification to go on a small teasing speech about how “flustered” he was getting and how he should remember to curb his enthusiasm before the grand finale.

Suddenly, things changed. Rachael snapped her fingers and the otter found the world leaving him behind… or was it him being thrown away? He was floating in midair, that much was known, and it took a few moments for him to realize what was going on… a few moments and the tigress’ tail conspicuously aiming his cock directly at her exposed sex, all while she splayed her legs wide open and brought her hands back to her breasts. She winked at him, offering a playful growl, before snapping her fingers again and moving his body through the air into just the right place for his swollen, throbbing tip to be teasing at her puffy mound. It was up in the air whether or not she’d pace herself or go for a “full-on” approach; hard to tell when it came to Rachael, even in the best of times.

The answer? Him suddenly being yanked forward and having his cock plunged about as deeply into Rachael as it could be, along with the ott’s upper body and face once again slamming against her soft tum, managing to simultaneously knock all the wind out of his sails and somehow energize him more than anything else that evening. He wanted to move his hips, buck them at a frantic pace in order to make good use of his time, but also needed to take a step back and figure out how to breathe properly again while being smothered by fur on all sides; put together, this resulted in a rather confusing mixture of emotions that were resolved by him crying out for Rachael’s name, sinking his fingers into her body, and allowing his instincts to take over. What followed was the room being filled with the sounds of wet thwapping, usually reserved for the bedroom as opposed to their main living space, only made stronger once the tigress remembered what she was supposed to be doing and completely buried the ott’s face in her cleavage; once stuck inside all of that warm, inviting marshmallow, the otter figured it best to give it his all, his lower body taking on a life of its own as it savagely pistoned into Rachael’s surprisingly-tight folds with as much force as he could bring to the table… which, considering the difference in size between the two of them, was exactly what the big cat needed.

By that point, though, it wasn’t enough, not after that much foreplay, not after Rachael had flopped onto the ground to give herself more room. With her lover’s head stuffed in her cleavage and his cock bottoming out inside of her every half-second or so, her hands migrated downwards to grab hold of his rump again, this time to help along with what he was doing; the tigress both pulled back when the ott had to prepare for another thrust, and then all-but shoved him forward whenever it was time for Bobert to hilt himself inside of her, thick, red-hot strands of spunk already firing off from his tip, so pent up that he was. With his lower body suddenly being manipulated like this, the ott responded by frantically attempting to find as much leverage as he could, believing that each time Rachael pulled back would be the last time she did so; it was important that the tigress be discouraged from stopping him until he was done, a necessity that existed only in his head, so the smaller half of the couple scrambled to find something other than a handful of pudge to hold onto for dear life. While it took a few tries before he did so, the solution became as clear as day once he reached two very specific spots that caused such a hard reaction that Rachael practically flipped over and crushed him beneath her belly: the two hardened, slightly leaking nubs capping both of her colossal breasts.

This seemed to do the trick, given the moan that escaped from the tigress’ mouth was so loud that it practically rattled the windows in their frames and roused several of their neighbors from their naps or sleep, and certainly did quite a number of the otter himself, who suddenly saw himself be reinvigorated to an almost supernatural degree. He had energy like never before, powered by the knowledge that he had just managed to hit one of Rachael’s sweet spots, and if he didn’t take advantage of this immediately, then he’d lose the best opportunity yet for that night to end explosively; and in a good way, as well! Unfortunately for him, for a given value of the word, the combined efforts of his cock, his body rubbing against hers and now his hands tightening around both of her nips made it so that the kitten, now reduced to her most basic instincts, was quickly driven to her edge and then right off of it; like a switch being flipped, the tigress went from utterly dominating the proceedings to melting underneath his touch, and not ten seconds went by before her tight lips tightened even more, her insides clenching around his shaft and showering both his sack and groin in her femcum.

The switch was so sudden that the ott didn’t know how to react to it; the grip on his cock was such that the only thing he could think to do was allow his own floodgates to open, barely able to hold on after the rhythmic loads he was producing turned into a full-on stream, pumping the tigress fuller and fuller with each passing moment, until even that soft, pudgy belly of hers had to yield. Being stuck to it, the ott got a front-row seat to her gut expanding as it was filled with his seed, gurgling and churning to an obscene degree as his cum blasts continued with such unbelievable strength that he had to strengthen the hold he had on his lover’s nips… which only contributed to her ongoing climax, clenching harder on his cock and forcing him to output even harder. This vicious cycle exacerbated and carried on for what felt like an eternity, until eventually the “seal” was broken, cum began to backblast onto the carpet, and Rachael’s belly reached maximum capacity, resulting in even more spillage and future clean-up. As for Bobert… well, to say he was spent would be an understatement, given that the otter could barely even move at all by the time he was finished, but at least he felt relieved after being teased for so long, even if he was clinging to a cumstuffed tum of his own creation. At least he had the tigress’ tits to hold onto, that was nice.

After a few minutes of getting their breath back in order, the two lovers could finally move properly again, even if just barely. The ott dragged himself forward, heaving his frame closer to the tigress’ breasts in an effort to bury himself in them, while the big cat just rubbed her inflated belly with the sort of tender caress that she usually reserved for her lover, purring contentedly as she did so. The difference in size between the two of them, already normally massive, was only exacerbated now that the otter’s package was back to a more manageable size, and he succeeded in scurrying into the middle of the feline’s mounds; he liked being there, tight and cozy in marshmallow heaven, enough that Rachael sometimes even forgot that her partner was hiding in her cleavage and was only reminded when he slipped out halfway to the shower. This wouldn’t be one of those nights, however, for she was far too busy basking in the afterglow and admiring that swollen tum of hers… plus, her having her hands so close to him let Rachael know just where her hubby was going, as well as the exact moment he clambered onto and then between her tits. With that in mind, it was simple enough to squeeze her breasts together and give that tiny ott the soft, full-body massage that he truly deserved, working him over with the sort of expertise and size that only she could.

For the next three or so hours, of course.