Panda Pregnancy [Woman to Pregnant Anthro Red Panda TF] (Patreon)

Rachel is desperate to find her way back to her one true love, the tanuki detective, Timothy Patches. 

Commissioned Anonymously

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Everything had changed since that fateful night when Rachel had been magically transported into the toon world of Timothy Patches. She would have thought the entire experience was just a particularly sexy dream, were it not for the fact that she kept her red panda body, fluffy tail, ears and all. Fortunately, she was a total shut-in and didn't have to worry about coworkers or family seeing her new body. This wasn't a toon world like the one she’d been in; anthro panda women weren’t exactly rare. 

Most people would have freaked out; not Rachel. Knowing that her encounter with Timothy had been real left her with only one desire: to get back to him. This boring human world didn't have anything for her; the best parts were Timothy Patches’ games. Knowing that she had magically been part of that world, if only for one night, fuelled her. 

She quit her job and started making money online. If there was one good side to this, it was her body. Furry websites at her up; even clothed photos earned her decent coin, but the naked ones and videos were where the big money was at. She’d shimmy her furry breasts about, swaying her wide hips and tail for anybody who would pay, pretending to find their interest flattering. The truth was, she didn't care about any of them; human men and women barely registered to her anymore. But she could pretend, because pretending bought her time and money to get back to her real love. 

She spent every moment she wasn't working her new body trying to figure out how to get back to the toon world. She recreated the night it happened exactly; she checked everything from lunar calendars to strange space ray phenomena to air pressure. Nothing seemed to work; she just couldn’t find the key that let her unlock the world. Even her games couldn’t scratch the itch anymore. Timothy on a screen was just a tease; she couldn’t even play the games without getting wet and feeling an odd sense of homesickness. 

For the first time, she almost missed the release of the new game: Timothy Patches in Love Lost. Normally, when a new game came out, she was first in line and raced home to install and play it, but this time she had it delivered and sat, holding the box in her hands for a long time. She stared into Timothy’s soulful eyes; his art showed him looking determined, yet sad. The blurb mentioned a whirlwind romance that ends abruptly when his new lady love goes missing. Rachel bit her lip; she wasn't sure she could play a game and watch him fall in love with somebody else. 

“Some Timothy is better than none, I suppose.” She sighed, putting the game in.

She curled up, tail wrapped around her body with a blanket over her head, her ears tenting the fabric slightly. The game started up, and she went through the motions. The tutorial was about finding items in Timothy’s office and making coffee. She could practically smell it, just like the one she’d made him when she visited. 

She hated that term, visited, it implied that world wasn't her home. That she wouldn't be back there again. Then, the story was set in motion. Something caught Timothy’s eye, his new secretary…Miss Stripe. 

Rachel almost dropped the controller; Miss Stripe, that was her! Even the game art matched. A red panda woman with big curves, top and bottom and a tight-fitting blouse and long-sleeved vest with buttons straining. The figure on screen giggled, and Timothy was smitten. Rachel’s heart pounded in her chest. Did this mean…was Timothy looking for her as well? Suddenly, the R rating on the box made sense. 

Her eyes were glued to the screen as she played out their encounter in-game. Complete with detailed drawings of their lovemaking that made her fur stand on end. When they were finished, her cartoon self was spread across his desk, and her eyes slipped closed just like they had in real life. Rachel’s nose was an inch from the screen. This was it, this would tell her how to get back, she was sure.

Timothy went to the next room to clean himself up, and when he returned, the desk was bare, and Miss Stripe was gone, with nothing but a softly blowing curtain by an open window to show where she might have gone. 

“Miss Stripe? Miss Stripe, where are you?” Timothy cried, “I never even learned her first name…”

Rachel felt her heart breaking, he was looking for her! 

“I’ll just have to find her and save her from whoever took her from me!” Timothy declared, “That was more than just a dalliance! I know Miss Stripe loves me, and I shall save her!”

“Oh, Timothy…” Rachel sighed, then her heart began to race.

Perhaps if she finished this game, she would return to him! She was a woman possessed; she didn't stop to eat or drink, she just kept playing. She found every clue, questioned every NPC extensively until finally, her eyelids began to droop. 

“Can’t…fall asleep now…” She muttered sleepily. “Have to…finish…game…”

But it was no use; she was exhausted, all her adrenaline was gone, and Rachel felt her eyes flutter closed just as she returned Timothy to his office after yet another night of fruitless searching. 

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Rachel sighed in her sleep, waking slowly to find her back stiff. She’d fallen asleep sitting up! Her tail twitched, and she yawned, stretching her arms upwards and arching her back. A second later, the support at her chest suddenly got looser, and she heard the quick snap of a button flying free from her blouse. She blinked in surprise and watched as the button skidded across the polished wooden floors…of Timothy Patches’s office. She squealed in delight and jumped to her feet: same panda body, but she was back in her blouse and pencil skirt, back in her dream man’s office, back in his world! 

Rachel took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh of relief. Everything felt right. Even the air tasted different here, sweet and smoky at the same time ,and she felt her chest rise and fall as she filled her lungs with it gratefully. Her body even looked a little different in this toon world; it looked better. This was the world it belonged in. 

The sound of a key sliding into the lock made her freeze. She’d fallen asleep just as Timothy was returning to his office…could it be? The door swung open, and there he was, long coat damp from the rain outside, the brim of his hat slouching slightly and a cigarette in his mouth. He removed the hat and hung it up, letting out a sad sigh as he stubbed out the cigarette on that burnt portion of the nearby table. Then he looked up, and their eyes locked. 

A swirl of emotions welled up inside her: affection, surprise, relief, anxiety. If she closed her eyes and woke up back in the human world again, her heart might just break. Timothy stared for a moment before taking a step forward.

“Miss Stripe? Is that you, doll?”

Rachel swallowed. “It’s me, Tim. I’m back.”

He swept across the room, and a moment later, she was in his arms, crying tears of relief into his shoulder and clinging close. Their fur brushes together, their tails swaying until they found one another and curled up. 

“What happened, doll?” He asked, “Where did you go? A few weeks of workin’ together, you stealing my heart, one night of passion, and then you disappear like smoke on the wind. I have been searching the whole city for you!” The look of concern and love in his eyes was almost too much. Rachel had been in love with Timothy since the very first game, but never had she dreamed he could return those feelings. Mostly because he was fictional, but now, even magically transported to his world, there was a chance he might not have felt the same. But he did, and it was like all her dreams were coming true. 

“It’s hard to explain.” Rachel sighed, “I was whisked away to another world, but I am back now. I just hope this time it’s for good.” 

“You mean you could disappear again?”

“Maybe?” Her lip wobbled, and she felt her ears droop. “I don’t want that, I want to stay here, with you forever.” 

Her clawed hands bunched the front of Timothy’s shirt, holding on for dear life. 

“I want that too.” He whispered before leaning in and gently kissing her. 

Rache’s eyes fluttered closed before she could stop them and leaned into the kiss; if she could still feel him, surely she wouldn’t disappear. The kiss was the most passionate of her life and left her breathless. 

“Rachel.” She whispered against his lips. “My name is Rachel.”

“Rachel…” He moaned, “I can’t bear the thought of losin’ you again.” 

Timothy’s gaze locked onto Rachel’s, his eyes dark and intense. Slowly, he reached out his fingers were calloused, but his touch was gentle as he cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed her soft lips, tracing the curve of her mouth, and Rachel shivered, her tail twitched. She finally felt like she was home. She leaned into his touch, her body instinctively responding to his, her furry breasts pressing against his chest. Through the fabric of her blouse, she could feel the warmth of his own skin through the fur, and her nipples tightened.

After a long moment, Timothy pulled her closer, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hungry, desperate, and she responded in kind. Rachel moaned softly, her hands sliding up his broad shoulders and undoing the buttons of his shirt as she deepened the kiss. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes; it was addictive. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her thigh, and her legs trembled. 

Without breaking the kiss, Timothy backed her against the desk, his body pressing her into the cold wood. His hand slid down and gripped her ass tightly. Rachel whimpered as she pushed his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Her pussy was already dripping, soaking into the fur between her legs. 

Still kissing her, Timothy lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as her skirt hiked up around her waist. The detective ground his dick against her, teasing her clit through the fabric of her underwear. His breath was hot against her ear.

“I have missed you so much, doll.”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine, all the way to her tail, and she clung to him desperately. Half scared that if she blinked, she would wake up back in that boring human world again. For a while, they kissed and fondled one another on the desk until finally the teasing became too much. 

Timothy carried her to the leather couch and placed her down. He loomed over her, his eyes dark with desire, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. The next moment, he was on her, undoing the rest of those buttons and removing the tight skirt and underwear. Rachel sighed and moaned; this was what she had been yearning for all those nights back in the other world.

“I never want to leave you again.” She whispered.

“I’m never letting you leave my sight.” He replied and then pressed two fingers to her hole. 

She twisted and thrusted. Rachel could only gasp. She didn’t want to cum too quickly; she wanted to savour every moment. But soon she was close, and Timothy seemed to sense it and stopped, his fingers still buried inside her.

“Tell me you love me, Rachel,” he demanded, his voice a low growl as he positioned himself at her entrance. 

Rachel looked up at him, taking in his handsome body, his soft tail and kind eyes. 

“I love you, Timothy,” she whispered, “I have loved you for so long.”

He pushed inside, and Rachel squeezed him tight as a vice. She gasped, her talons digging into his back as he began to move, somehow wild and tender all at once. His balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, and Rachel couldn’t help but notice how full they felt. Had he been waiting for her all this time? Not even relieving himself? The thought made her shudder with pleasure. Her moans filled the room as she got closer and closer, their tails intertwined, and Rachel screamed his name.

Pleasure filled her, and a moment later, so did his seed. His cum shot deep inside her, and he trembled with the force of the release before he collapsed on top of her. The office fell silent, save for the pounding of her heart in her ears. The case was closed, she was back, and somehow, Rachel knew it was for good this time. Timothy moved to the side. The couch was a squeeze, but she clung to him to make room and ran a hand over her furry belly. She was pregnant now, Rachel knew it instinctually. She was going to carry Timothy’s babies just like she always dreamed. 

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Rachel sat on the edge of Timothy’s desk, legs and tail dangling over the side as she nursed a lukewarm coffee. It took quite a bit of effort to hop up there nowadays, with her giant belly. She had been right, of course, she was pregnant after that second night together, and her belly had quickly swollen. Her exaggerated curves had grown even more much to Timothy’s delight, and now even walking around the office was a hazard. Turn the wrong way, and her belly would knock over a pile of papers that she had no chance of bending down to collect. 

None of that mattered to Timothy, though; he didn't care that his secretary couldn’t do her job anymore; he had better uses for her, and Rachel was more than happy to provide. The door opened, and in walked her love. The tired look in his eyes vanished as soon as he looked at her, and a moment later, his lips were on hers. 

“You shouldn’t be drinking that, doll. Isn't coffee bad for the baby?”

“Babies.” She corrected, running her free hand over her belly, “No way there is just one in here.” 

She’d given up trying to find clothes that fit, so her furry stomach was bare, poking out between her blouse and skirt. Timothy placed a gentle kiss to the centre of it before rubbing his hand in soothing circles. 

“Our babies,” he hummed, “You’re a wonder, doll. I missed you today.”

“I missed you, too.” She sighed, “It gets lonely here when you’re working a case.” 

“Well,” he purred, “Let me make it up to you.”

His hand slid from her belly down to her skirt, easily slipping inside to pull aside her panties. Rachel’s sigh turned into a moan as his fingers slowly parted her. Stroking up and down before swirling around her clit. She shuddered; her body was so sensitive now that she was pregnant, it never took him long. His fingers slowly worked her, stroking slowly so she didn’t cum too fast. Soon she was whimpering and squirming, hips bucking in an effort to impale herself further on his fingers. 

“Easy doll, I feel you getting close, almost there…just gotta hit that spot.”

His thumb pressed against her clit while his finger curled inside her, and Rachel cried out. With a gush, she came, soaking his fingers instantly. Being fingered by her tanuki man was so incredible, she could feel all the tiny hairs on his fingers brushing her sensitive passage. It was almost overstimulating. She came a second time as he withdrew, and Timothy chuckled. 

“That’s my girl.” He muttered, kissing her temple, “My big, pregnant panda girl. I’m so glad you found your way back to me.”

Rachel nodded and hummed in agreement; she didn’t have words yet, she was still basking in the afterglow. The anxiety that she would wake up one day back in the human world was gone. Whatever magic had brought her here, it intended to keep her this time. She fell asleep each night with Timothy curled around her, and although his job as a private eye was dangerous, she didn’t worry. She knew he could handle anything, just like she could handle anything, now that she had him.