My half of a trade with  bobert more or less! I wrote him words regarding thickening tigresses teasing an ever dwindling otter. Enjoy!

Characters belong to  bobert

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Silencing Short Stacks
By: RaddaRaem

Hand held out before her, Rachael‘s thick fingers unfurled one at a time as she spoke. “I took away your headset. I destroyed the router. Stripped of the ability to scream at complete strangers and even an audience with which to make an ass of yourself before you still find reasons to curse at this game?” The tigress squinted at the otter hunched before the dim glow of a computer monitor. Plump lips pursed into a pout, the thick feline’s emerald eyes peered back dismissively from behind the glasses balanced atop her nose. Twirling her hand about her wrist, she produced a faded notepad from out of nowhere. She flipped a clawed finger through the wrinkled yellow pages before hrmming and tapping the back of her digit upon the desired incantation. She quietly mouthed aloud the spell as the shadows at Rachael’s swollen feet wrapped around her ankles. Inky tendrils coiled around her limbs and slithered on up towards her plump fingers where they accumulated into a glob of dark magic upon a sharpened claw. With a sigh, she brushed the silencing spell along her black and orange striped ears as Bobert tore into a tirade. Something or other about the rubbernecking AI or whatnot filtered through before she had rendered herself temporarily deaf.

Bobert gestured lewdly at the game as Rachael watched on with eyes half lidded. Arms tossed out at his sides the otter reached forward and slapped the back of his hand at the computer monitor. His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, the back of his teeth, and pbbtted between his lips while he spelled out in unheard detail all the many ways he had been wronged. Brows arched high, he leaned back into the worn leather imprint of his chair. He glared at the dimly lit screen that highlighted his virtual representation’s mangled corpse in blocky detail.

“If I were to progress along as I have been… I would remove that digital distraction entirely,” Rachael rumbled aloud. The tigress watched on bemusedly as the otter silently fumbled for his mouse and logged out of his Steamed account. “Though, let’s be honest, you are a creature of habit. You’ll bumble upon something that’s sure to rankle you in short order. In that case… instead of taking the game away from you why don’t we take you away from the game instead?” A subtle grin creased the fat feline’s lips. Her striped tail flit behind her haughtily as a progression of foul language spewed free from the Bobert’s maw as he exaggeratedly emphasized his every pronunciations. She had to admit, he was becoming quite competent at recognizing the discrete differences that made themselves manifest when one of her many spells were active.

The thick feline flashed him a toothy smile in response. “Am I now? I can only imagine what creative concoctions you’ll twist that limited vocabulary of yours into after this.” Rich and husky laughter bellowed out from Rachael’s bountiful chest. Her heaving bosom, straining at her tweed top, jiggled in concert to her inhales and exhales.

Sighing contentedly, she flipped to another page in her notebook. A low and ominous growl of delight rumbled free from her throat as she drank in the inky contents of the page. “Oh, this should do quite nicely.” Bobert’s shadow, its long and lithe form stretching along the hardwood floor, collapsed into a darkened and undulating flow of darkness in response to the tigress’ silent reading. It obediently undulated towards the tigress in pulsing black waves. Lips puckered, Rachael inhaled. A low whistle whisked between her lips as her feisty friend’s shadow lapped against her ankles. It crashed against her plump and chafing toes into a burst into a dark mist that Rachael promptly vacuumed up into her huge and hungry maw.

“What are you…” the otter trailed off as he felt folds of leather drag along his back. Jaw going slack, he acked as he found himself sliding down along his chair. No… no that wasn’t quite it. The desk he had comfortably laid his elbows upon moments earlier was now eye level. His feet, once flat upon the crumb laden planks of polished wood beneath the rolling wheels of his chair, dangled helplessly in the air. Whipping his head towards the tigress he watched on worriedly as she greedily slurped down what looked like blackened strands of spaghetti in between wet belches. While she did so he could see, hear even, how the clothes lining her fattening form groaned. Fabric rumpling and creasing together, leather belt crunching audibly and pulling taut around her waist, faint pops as seams came undone… it was a fairly familiar set of sights and sounds to be frank. Not that that made it any less aggravating or…well… hot to behold.

Teeth clenched, Bobert tried to shake off the welling blush brightening up his cream colored cheeks. “Alright, alright, alright, I get it! You made your friggin’ point!” he screamed up at her. The otter mmphhhed when his legs no longer cleared the cushion of his increasingly sizeable chair.

Rachael hmmed in reply and held a hand up to a striped ear. A dark and wavering film coated its flicking surface as she playfully indicated he would need to speak up. The tigress’ mmms and growls of delight washed over and through Bobert like thunder. Her fingers, bloated and chafing against one another, kneaded at her taut gut that strained audibly with his siphoned size.

With a loud clack of her pointed teeth she released his sizably shrunken shadow. Bobert, blushing fiercely, continued to dwindle in size until he matched it and practically wedged himself into a wrinkle of warm leather upon his chair. Rachael greedily licked her lips as the seams of her jeans ripped apart and folds of flab poured out from between them. Her soft and bloated arms came to rest atop her distended gut that gurgled and sloshed noisily with her every heavy thooming step.

“What to do, what to do…” Rachael’s low and husky voice called out. Chin nestled against her bosom, straining and pushing apart the buttons of her tweed top, the tigress’ soft face peered down curiously at the itsy bitsy otter. “Ah ah ah! Can’t very well go and losing you now can I?” she teased as she pinched him between warm walls of padded fingertip. Bobert grunted as his limbs splayed apart against a black expanse of leathery flesh comparable to himself in size. “You’ve done nothing but profess your disdain, if you’re to be believed, when placed between my bosom or bountiful behind! I doubt you’d hold any love for my swollen stomach either. Decisions, decisions…” the tigress teased.

Cupping her hand against her tremendous tummy, the relatively towering tig kneaded her diminutive doofus into it. Folds of fur and flab molding around his tiny form, Bobert shuddered as deafening blorps, gurgles, and groans assaulted his ears while he was smothered into his loomy lady friend’s stomach.