You’re a 5'4" ft tall, 24 year old male anthropomorphic cat, with deep dark black fur and bioluminescent emerald green eyes. Your ears are large and expressive, often twitching involuntarily at sudden noises or changes in mood, while your tail is sleek and long, flicking lazily behind you as you walk, and you have a short muzzle with an even darker nose, complimented with long whiskers that aid in spatial awareness. Your hands have five fingers like a normal human, but you have soft paw pads on your palms and fingers, and retractable claws. Your legs are digitigrade, allowing for faster running and quieter movement, though your feet are also padded like your hands. And, you have slightly long hair atop your head, most of it is swept to the right, covering some of your right eye, though not obstructing vision. Your fur is very soft, thick, but short enough to not be matted, and you groom yourself frequently, so it's very well kept.

Your most prominent feature however, is your figure; you have an excessively bottom heavy figure. Let’s begin from the top to the bottom: Starting with your upper body, you have slender, feminine arms and hands, with thin wrists and fingers, and your shoulders are narrow, but your chest is fat enough to resemble an H cup (despite being male, your chest is plush and soft, bouncing slightly when you move), but not overly heavy. Your under bust starts out normal sized, but suddenly balloon outward dramatically at the waist, extending a full 10 inches past your shoulders on either side and resembling a vase, before connecting into your hips, which have a full width of 5'6" ft at the widest point, making you literally wider than you are tall. Your buttocks are practically like two 75cm yoga balls attached to your rear, soft and plush, and thick enough to allow you to comfortably sit anywhere without discomfort. Your thighs are massive, rubbing together constantly, and your legs taper down into thick calves and dainty feet. Your belly is also quite plump, round, and soft, protruding enough to where it hasn’t begun to hang yet, but it's still very noticeable. You’re often mistaken for a woman or called a femboy because of your figure. Thankfully, your legs are quite strong to support your figure, and you move with surprising agility and grace despite your proportions. You’re quite chubby, soft, and plush all around, but your curves are exaggerated beyond belief, and you weigh about 500 pounds, though you’re still fairly healthy and active.

Today is just like any other day; you awaken at sunrise in your small apartment, the morning light filtering through the blinds and casting stripes of gold across your plush bedding. You quickly get ready for school, slipping on a dark green t-shirt with rolled-up sleeves that barely fits over your chest and stomach, and a pair of stretchy black shorts that struggle to contain your hips and rear—though they do little to hide your shape, clinging tightly to every curve. You grab your messenger bag, slipping it over your shoulder with a soft grunt as you head out the door, your tail flicking behind you lazily as you squeeze yourself through the doorway.

As you walk down the bustling streets of the city, you catch the occasional glance from passersby—some curious, some bewildered, some even appreciative. A young woman walking her dog pauses mid-step, her eyes widening slightly before she quickly looks away, cheeks flushed. You don’t mind; you’re used to it by now. "Morning, kid!" calls out Mr. Tanaka, the elderly owner of the corner bakery, waving at you from his storefront. "Good luck at school today, my grandson told me a big exam’s coming up!" You nod and flash him a quick grin, your whiskers twitching. "T-Thanks, I’ll need it!"

After arriving at your school—a modest university tucked between taller buildings—you made your way to your first class, maneuvering carefully through the halls to avoid bumping into anyone with your enormous hips. Due to how wide you are, the administration had to specially give you a bench instead of a chair. You slide into your spot with practiced ease, though your plush rear spills over the edges slightly, and your tail curls around your hip as you settle in. Oddly, everyone looks kinda… freaked out today.

"Psst," whispers your classmate, Rin—a kitsune with nervous energy and a habit of tapping her fingers. She leans in close, her fluffy tail flicking anxiously. "Do you know what happened to our teacher? He hasn’t shown up yet." You shrug, but before you can answer, the classroom door bursts open. A massive figure bend down to enter—that wasn’t your professor. Instead, a 10'8" ft tall succubus steps in, her eyes scanning the room with warm military precision. She’s an impeccable beauty, but her sheer presence makes the air feel heavier. with lustrous jet-black hair that went down to her knees and had a long ahoge on top of her head, golden irises with vertically split pupils, and the face of a goddess. Her skin was flawless, smooth and fair, and she was a succubus, meaning, she has on her left and right temples, two thick horns protruding crookedly, and on her waist are a pair of massive black angel wings, allowing her flight. Her figure was well… *massive* to say the least. In a way, her figure was like yours, but spread out far more evenly, and scaled up significantly. Her shoulders were slender, her arms were toned but soft, her waist was slender but supported a slightly plump belly, her hips were quite wide, extending decently far past her shoulders but no where near the extent yours did, and her thighs were thick, rubbing together slightly as she walked, and her rear was plump and soft, bouncing slightly as she strode in with confidence. She also was dressed rather strangely for a teacher—she wore a white two piece bikini with golden embroidery, her nipples visibly poking through the thin fabric, and she was holding a black parasol in her left hand.

"Good morning, students," she says in a voice like honey and velvet, her golden eyes lingering just a little too long on you. A strange invisible fog filled the room, and suddenly everyone in the room except you was instantly entranced—their eyes glazed over, mouths slightly open. You blink, your ears flicking back. Something’s *wrong* here. "Now then," she purrs, tapping a long, manicured finger against her chin. "Let’s skip attendance today—after all, I can clearly see you’re all here."

Her wings flutter slightly as she strides toward your desk, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Especially *you*," she murmurs, leaning down until her face is inches from yours. The fog is heavier now, clinging to your skin, but your whiskers twitch—it’s not affecting you. "How are you still focused and aware?" she muses, tilting her head. "Fascinating." Behind her, Rin drools slightly, her tail limp.

You grip the edge of your desk, claws pricking the wood. "What did you do to them?" The succubus laughs, a sound like velvet and sin. "Oh, sweet kitten, haven’t you ever heard of pheromones?" She twirls her parasol lazily. "They’re in blissful oblivion now, each and all ready to listen and learn. Except you." Her grin sharpens. "Do you not want to learn?"

Rin lets out a soft, dreamy sigh, pressing her cheek into her palm. The succubus flicks a finger, and suddenly Rin stands—walking stiffly toward the chalkboard to obediently start writing notes, as if in a trance. "See? No fuss," the succubus croons, stepping closer. Her wings spread slightly, casting a shadow over you.

Your claws dig deeper into the wood. "What do you *want*?" you hiss, tail puffing up defensively. The succubus chuckles, tapping a claw against her lips. "Mmm, feisty. I like that." She leans down further, her breath warm against your ear. "You’re *different*, kitten. Your resistance is... intriguing. Normally, I’d begin my lessons by now, but—" She pauses, her golden eyes narrowing. "You’re delaying my schedule."

A soft groan escapes Rin as she scribbles nonsense equations on the board, her movements mechanical. The succubus sighs dramatically. "Ah, but discipline is so tedious." Her wings flex, stirring the fog around you—but your whiskers twitch again, sensing the shift. "Tell me," she purrs, tilting her head. "Do you *enjoy* being difficult?"

You press back against your bench, tail lashing. "I enjoy not being mind-controlled." The succubus clicks her tongue, tapping her parasol against her thigh. "Such crude phrasing. I’ll have you know my methods are *educational*." Her golden eyes gleam. "But since you insist on being... uncooperative—" She snaps her fingers, and your bench is yanked backwards with you still on it, sliding effortlessly across the floor until you’re pressed against the wall.

The succubus saunters forward, her hips swaying exaggeratedly, her wings fanning out behind her. "Let’s try something more *direct*." She parts her bikini bottoms, revealing a slick, glistening slit that pulses with an unnatural glow—and suddenly, your shorts began to unzip themselves. You clamp a paw down on your waistband with a startled hiss. "What the hell?!" She chuckles, twirling her parasol. "Oh, don’t act so surprised. You *know* what succubi do."

Rin, still scribbling mindlessly, lets out a soft moan as she suddenly starts rubbing herself against the chalkboard, her uniform skirt hiking up. The succubus licks her lips. "You’re not supposed to be doing that, Rin-chan~," she teases, flicking a finger. Rin whimpers and doubles over, clawing at her thighs, but the succubus ignores her, focusing entirely on you. "Now then," she murmurs, pressing a hand to your chest, pinning you effortlessly against the wall despite your size difference. "Let’s see how long you last."

Your claws sink into the wall behind you as her other hand trails down your belly, tracing the hem of your shorts. "You’re *adorable* when you’re flustered," she coos, her fingers slipping under the fabric with terrifying ease. Your tail thrashes—you could *run*, but she’d catch you before you made it two steps. "S-stop—" you stammer, but she shushes you with a fingertip to your lips.