“Paw-lease Be Gentle…”

“Paw-lease Be Gentle…”

She was already kneeling on the bed when you walked in, knees tucked under thick quads that bunched like cannonballs beneath her. The whole room was pink—curtains, walls, even the little plush cat pillows tucked along the edge of the mattress. But all of that faded instantly when you looked at her.

She blinked up at you with wide, round eyes, cheeks flushed, and arms practically erupting with size, veiny and slick with a light sheen of oil. Her shoulders curved like boulders, pecs firm and heaving, just barely hidden beneath two tiny heart-shaped pasties that were doing their absolute best to stay stuck.

“Nyaa~! You’re home early…” she whispered, tilting her head, pink cat ears twitching beneath her matching hair.

She lifted one enormous paw-gloved hand and gave a slow, bashful wave.

“I—I practiced my pose like you said,” she continued, curling her arm into a flex that turned the bicep into a pulsing globe, thick veins spiraling down toward her wrist. She winced, glancing down as the motion made her pecs bunch, abs tighten, and her ridiculously broad chest swell higher than ever.

“Do you… do you really like it when I meow and grow big for you…?”

Her voice stayed soft, but every part of her flexed a little tighter as she sat up straighter. The traps pressing up to her ears, the serratus lines etched deep around her obliques, and the lats flaring wide enough to frame her whole silhouette. Her pink collar jingled gently as she leaned forward just a bit.

She pawed at her chest, pressing one huge hand against the underside of a flexing pec. It barely budged.

“I don’t think I can even puff them out more… I’ve been doing chest day every morning…”

She looked embarrassed. Proud. Desperate to please.

And still growing into the role, even as her muscles left zero room for subtlety.

“But—but I’m still your lil’ kitty, right?”

She purred softly.

Then flexed again.

Just to be sure.