LEWDS - Chain-Toker Cat - 03 (Patreon)

Landlord Otani burst into his own apartment and slammed the door, cock already out and leaking. He dropped onto the couch and stroked furiously, replaying the image of Yaniko’s five-hundred-pound body in perfect detail. That massive, doughy belly spilling in thick, wobbling rolls over her lap, the heavy apron of fat jiggling every time she stuffed more food into her mouth. Her colossal tits sagging and slapping against the upper curve of her gut. The way her enormous ass cheeks spread and swallowed the sheets, those stretched panties vanishing deep between them. He imagined burying his face in the sweaty, soft valley of her belly while she smoked, feeling her thick thighs clamp around his head as she came on her own fingers. The fattest beast girl he had ever seen. He came hard, cum splattering his shirt and the floor in thick ropes.

Post-nut clarity crashed in like a wave.

All the money wasted—months of unpaid rent he had let slide, the snacks and groceries he had bought out of pity, the bag he had left behind today. Hundreds of dollars gone on this lazy, gluttonous catgirl who never left her filthy apartment. And the smoking. That sweet, heavy weed smell clinging to her. It was exactly like his father. The old man had been a chain-smoking monster, blowing smoke in his face during every beating, the stench wrapping around every childhood memory of fear and helplessness. Yaniko’s habit dragged it all back up—the trauma, the rage, the sick familiarity.

He was still half-hard and sticky when the knock came at his door. He wiped his hand on his pants and cracked it open, trying to block the view of the mess behind him.

Yaniko stood in the hallway, half-naked and clearly still high. Only those ruined panties remained, riding up so high they disappeared completely between the vast, jiggling cheeks of her ass and vanished under the heavy overhang of her belly. Her enormous bare breasts hung low and heavy, nipples stiff, while her gut pushed forward in thick, soft folds that swayed with every slow breath. Cat ears twitched lazily on her head. She smelled of weed and sweat and sex.

“Hey… can I come in?” she slurred, voice soft and dreamy. “Share some snacks? I don’t wanna seem ungrateful after you left all that food…”

Otani’s eyes locked on her body and refused to move upwards. The way her belly quivered, the deep shadow between her massive tits, the way her ass cheeks flexed and spread as she shifted her weight. His cock twitched to life once again despite the clarity, despite the trauma. Horny thoughts flooded in—grabbing those fat hips, sinking into the plush heat of her while she kept eating, watching her grow even fatter and lazier for him. The fattest, softest beast girl imaginable. It threatened to drown every rational thought.

But she was high. Really high. Taking advantage would be just…wrong. He couldn’t.

“You need to leave,” he said quickly, voice tight, trying to shut the door before she noticed the cum on his clothes as he slid down to the ground in an attempt to cover himself. “Right now. I’m busy.”

He opened it just a crack wider, now eye level with the hypnotic sway of her belly and the curve of her ass. She suddenly stepped closer, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, yanked them down right at face height, bent slightly, and pushed her massive, bare ass cheeks apart.

A long, hot, thick fart—sweet with weed and heavy with her natural musk—exploded directly into his face.

The cloud hit him like a physical blow. His eyes watered, lungs seizing on the overwhelming stench. His head spun violently. He staggered backward, knees buckling, and collapsed to the floor as darkness rushed in.

Yaniko giggled, soft and lazy, pushed the door open the rest of the way, and waddled inside on her thick, jiggling legs. Her enormous body bounced and swayed with every step as she headed straight for his fridge, pulling it open and grabbing whatever she could reach—leftovers, beer, snacks—stuffing it into her mouth with greedy fingers while the unconscious landlord lay sprawled on the floor behind her, the smell of her fart still thick in the air.