The Cumpkin

And here is this month's lovely work done this time around for Keepe!!!

Here's a lil flavor text Keepe provided herself:

“How. WHY.” The Liger’s voice was a mixture between a childish whimper and a tone of abject horror. Chelle was quickly pulling his hoodie over himself, hiding under it like a suit of armor.

“NoO. No no. No. I worked hard on that, don’t you dare hide!” Ray tucked away a small implement, hiding it away in some hidden recess of his skin-like cloak. “I worked hard to get the pigmentation of the fur just right, let me enjoy my handiwork!”

The strange creature that was Ray moved close, gently tugging at the hoodie as he pouted and huffed, looking up at the far larger feline that seemed to be trying to collapse in on itself.

“No! I’m washing it off! No. No. Banned.” The Liger was shuddering, trembling in his inherent anxiety. It was a lovely sight to see, considering the fact that each little motion made his whole body tremble in an inviting jiggle.

“You can’t.” Ray replied bluntly, finally coaxing the hoodie away to get a look at his work. “I pigmented your fur. It’s stuck this way until it grows out naturally, unless you plan on shaving your tum. Which I somehow doubt you’d want to do.”

The liger whimpered, his face going beet red under the fur of his face, the blush even visible in some parts of his ears where the fur thinned to give way to exposed and sensitive flesh. His round and invitingly soft stomach, normally coated in cream-colored fur, had been tainted. Ruined. Vandalized. Pale fur gave way to vibrant orange, painting a very familiar pattern over that soft mound of chub. A wicked smile, angular eyes, the visage of Jack of the Lantern. Gravity settling in on the belly even squished it down a bit, making the appearance all too similar to an enormous gourd resting on the liger’s lap.

“Come on… Just, fix it.”

“Can’t!” Ray responded cheerfully, leaning in and pressing his hand against that mound of flab, appendage squishing in deliciously with the pressure and warping the face he had spent his time working on. “But I can tell you what I can do…”

The eldritch creature leaned in, his warm breath tickling at the liger’s ear as he whispered. He spoke like a brat sharing a devious secret, eager to share, and hungry for more.

“What I can do… is roll you over… and turn that wonderful pumpkin into a cum-pkin.”