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.

In this world, there are humans and demons, but you’re an exception as you are neither—you are just a simple, anthropomorphic cat who was born this way, and you have no supernatural abilities beyond your natural feline agility and senses. You were minding your own business, wandering through Mount Natagumo’s dense forest late at night, when you suddenly heard a pained gasp and someone falling to the ground ahead of you. Your ears twitched sharply toward the noise, pupils dilating as your whiskers trembled against the cold night air. Curiously, you crept forward silently, your padded feet barely making a sound against the damp earth, until you came upon a terrible sight…

There was a woman sprawl across the forest floor, her eyes filled with terror as she looked up at a young boy—no, not a boy at all, but Rui, Lower Moon Five, and the woman… she was no human either. She was a demon, with a very similar appearance to Rui, and she had slash marks across her face, weeping crimson as she clutched at her wounds. "I’m sorry! Forgive me!" she sobbed. "R-Rui… I’m your mother, I—I didn’t mean to—!"

Rui stepped forward, his expression eerily blank. "You should know better," he said softly, twirling a thread of silk between his fingers. The woman flinched as it coiled around her wrist. "Mother," he continued, his voice devoid of warmth, "can you really win?"

Your tail bristled instinctively, tucking between your legs as you crouched low behind a gnarled tree root. The scent of blood filled the air, sharp and metallic, making your nose twitch. The demon woman sobbed again, her fingers clawing at the dirt. "Please! I can do this! You don’t have to worry, I promise to protect you!" Her desperation was palpable.

Rui tilted his head slightly, his white eyes reflecting no emotion. "Then hurry it up." His silk thread tightened around her wrist—slowly, deliberately—before vanishing, releasing her. The woman scrambled back, clutching her injured face. "Th-Thank you! Please allow me the time to freshen up—" Rui turned away, uninterested. "There’s a waterfall nearby," he murmured. "Don’t be too long."

As the demon woman staggered off into the underbrush, Rui remained still, staring absently at the moonlit canopy before leaping into the trees with unnatural grace. The moment he was gone, you exhaled shakily, ears still flat against your skull. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath. The scent of blood lingered thickly in the air, making your stomach churn.

"I-I should follow her," you whispered to yourself, tail flicking nervously. Pushing off from your hiding spot, you padded quietly toward the rustling undergrowth where she’d disappeared. The distant rush of water grew louder as you crept forward—until suddenly, a muffled sob pierced the night. Rounding a moss-covered boulder, you froze. The demon woman was practically tearing off her own kimono, frantically stripping naked before plunging into the shallow pool beneath the waterfall. Her face at this point had already fully healed—demon regeneration—but she paid it no mind as she stepped under the icy torrent, letting it wash away her fear as she stood there, eyes closed, trembling.

Now, this demon woman was the Spider Mother Demon, her real name long forgotten, and she was Rui’s adoptive mother, forced into her position by fear. She was 6'5" ft tall, a rather tall height for someone who’s afraid of her adoptive son, and she had the same solid white skin, teal eyelashes and nails, and circular, red facial markings as Rui, though hers were differently positioned—hers connected to each side of her mouth, three red circles forming a perpetual smile, two going along the length of her nose, and three in a v-shape on her forehead. Her hair was very, very long and voluminous, reaching down to her feet and dragging behind her slightly, though it was thick and healthy, silky smooth despite its length, and it was pure white, parted down the middle of her face, and then which was tied with teal orbs into two, thick waist-length strands. Additionally, she has bushy eyebrows and light blue to pale green eyes that hold deep sorrow.

Also, her figure was quite voluptuous, with huge breasts, each at least three times the size of her own head, and they were soft, plush, and pillowy, bouncing slightly as she moved, and her nipples were pink, erect, and large, each one the size of a ping pong ball. Her waist was slender, but flared out into hips that extended just past her shoulders, giving her a hourglass figure, and her buttocks were large and round, soft and plush like twin pillows, and her thighs were thick and meaty, rubbing together constantly as she walked. Her belly was soft and slightly protruding, but not overly so, and she had a plump, round, and inviting figure overall.

She stood there under the waterfall, trembling, her hands trailing through her hair as she tried to calm herself. "Why... why am I never enough for him?" she whispered to herself, her voice cracking. The water cascaded down her body, droplets clinging to her pale skin like tiny jewels before being swept away by the current.

You hesitated, ears flicking uncertainly. Your paws twitched against the damp earth—should you approach? Before you could decide, she glanced over her shoulder, having noticed you at last. Her beautiful, sorrow-filled eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at you through the mist. "...Who are you?" she murmured, her voice soft yet guarded. "Come closer."

Before you could react, threads manifested from the tips of her fingers—thin, translucent, shimmering in the moonlight—and in an instant, you were stuck and being controlled like a puppet, as she made you walk forward against your will, until you were standing right behind her.

She turned around, now facing you, and moved her hands behind her head, moving through her wet hair, a slight blush forming on her cheeks as she looked at you in disbelief. "...What are you?" she muttered, narrowing her eyes further. "A cat...?"

Your ears flattened instinctively as you struggled against the silk threads binding your limbs—but her grip was effortless, unyielding. "I—I mean no harm!" you stammered, tail puffing slightly in alarm. Her brows furrowed, her eyes trailing downward, taking in your unusual physique—your plush chest, enormous hips—before noticing a tent forming in your shorts.

She blinked. Then—to your astonishment—she slid down to her knees before you, her massive breasts pressing against your thighs as she grabbed onto the waistband of your shorts with both hands, gazing up at you with sudden curiosity. "...What’s this I wonder?" she mused, yanking them down in one swift motion—revealing a huge, throbbing cock, it was more human-like than feline, yet still was black like your fur, but there was no fur on it, and its tip was already dripping with precum, and it pulsed visibly in the cold air.

"Wh-what are you—?" you stammered, ears flattening against your head, but she ignored you, opening wide and lolling out her long tongue, before taking all of it into her mouth in one swift motion, pressing her lips firmly against the base—her nose buried in the soft fur of your lower belly—and began deepthroating you expertly, her hollowed cheeks sucking rhythmically as her hands gripped your hips for stability. You gasped sharply, claws extending reflexively as pleasure shot through your body, your tail lashing wildly behind you.

She pulled back just enough to breathe, lips glistening, before murmuring, "Shh... just let me do this," her voice thick with something like desperation. "I need... to feel something else for once." Her fingers tightened, nails digging lightly into your skin as she dove back down, bobbing faster now, her throat muscles contracting around you in waves—each swallow deliberate, almost punishing.

You whimpered, hips twitching forward despite yourself, the heat of her mouth unbearable. Her eyes flicked up to yours, teal lashes fluttering—was that a challenge? She suddenly released you with a wet *pop*, panting softly. "Your name," she demanded, fingers trailing up your shaft, smearing precum. "Tell me."

"M-Matthew Blackwood," you choked out, watching as she stroked you lazily, her thumb circling the leaking tip. She tilted her head, lips quirking into something almost playful beneath the sorrow. "Matthew," she repeated, as if testing the weight of it. Then, without warning, she forced you to lay down with her threads, keeping your cock just above water—before strutting towards you, swaying her wide hips, thighs glistening with droplets.

She turned around, facing her back towards you, before lowering herself onto you—impaling herself in one smooth motion, her tight, slick walls clamping around you instantly. A shuddering gasp escaped her as she arched her back, her silken hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. "Ah—ahh... you're so warm," she breathed, rocking her hips experimentally, her voice trembling.

You gripped the mossy ground beneath you, claws digging into the earth as pleasure surged through your body. The way her muscles flexed around you was almost unbearable—each movement deliberate, agonizingly slow at first. "W-wait—why are you—?" you managed to stammer, but she cut you off by lifting herself almost fully off you—only to slam back down with a wet slap, a shuttering moan tearing from her throat.

"Because," she panted, rolling her hips in slow circles, her voice raw, "if I'm going to be forced to kill you after this... I at least want to remember what it felt like to *feel*." Her hands moved to her massive breasts, kneading them roughly as she rode you harder now, her breath coming in short gasps. Water still dripped from her hair onto your chest, the cool droplets a sharp contrast to the heat building between you.

You arched beneath her, claws tearing at the earth as her pace grew erratic—her slick walls fluttering around you in waves. "Y-you don't—*nngh*—get to kill me," you managed between ragged breaths, struggling against her threads. Her laugh was bitter, broken. "No?" She leaned backwards, pressing her back against your chest, her movements stuttering as pleasure visibly overtook her. "Then make me a real mother," she breathed against your ear, voice cracking. "Take me away from hellish place and make me yours, Matthew."

Her words hung between you, raw and desperate, as her rhythm faltered—her body trembling not from fear now, but from something deeper. You seized the moment, thrusting up sharply into her, earning a startled cry as her toes curled against the moss. The threads around your limbs slackened slightly. "We’ll discuss that more after," you growled, thrusting hard up into her again—this time she arched violently, her claws digging into your thighs as she threw her head back, moaning openly to the night sky. "After—? *Ah!*" she gasped, her facade crumbling entirely.

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave—her entire body locking up as she came undone, her inner walls pulsing around you in erratic waves. She collapsed forward onto her hands, shuddering, but you weren’t done yet—your arms were still bound, but your hips weren’t as you thrusted upward into her relentlessly, chasing your own release now. Her breathless whimpers turned into ragged moans as she weakly rocked back against you, her overstimulated body still responding instinctively. "T-too much—*nngh*—Matthew—!"

You ignored her half-hearted protests, your own pleasure cresting as you buried yourself deep inside her one final time, filling her with a shuddering groan. She gasped sharply, feeling the warmth spread within her, her fingers moving to press against her lower belly as she felt your cum filling her womb, and she stared down at her hands in disbelief—as if she couldn’t quite believe she’d let this happen.

"...There’s..so much," she murmured weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, her thighs trembling as she shifted slightly—only to whimper at the sensation of your seed trickling out of her. She turned her head slightly to glance at you over her shoulder, her expression unreadable. "You... really are something else, aren’t you?"

You panted beneath her, your claws slowly retracting as the adrenaline faded. "You... you need to release me," you muttered, wiggling your arms still bound by her threads. She hesitated, her fingers twitching—then, with a sigh, the silk snapped from her fingertips, going limp. "Fine," she murmured, slowly standing up—your softening cock slipping free with a lewd, wet sound—before turning to face you fully, her expression guarded.

Water cascaded down her pale thighs as she folded her arms under her massive breasts, suddenly looking vulnerable despite her height. "Why did you follow me?" she asked quietly, her voice barely audible over the waterfall. You sat up slowly, rubbing your wrists. "I saw you with Rui," you admitted. "You looked... scared."

Her breath hitched. "I'm always scared," she whispered, clutching herself tighter. Then, unexpectedly, she knelt between your legs again, her fingers tracing your softening length with surprising gentleness. "But with you…" She pressed her forehead against your thigh. "...For a moment, I felt safe."

The admission hung between you. You hesitated, then slowly reached out, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. She froze—but didn’t pull away. "You don’t have to go back," you murmured. Her claws dug into the moss. "Rui won’t just let me leave," she breathed, eyes darting to the treeline.

A sudden rustle of leaves made her flinch—but it was just a nightingale taking flight. You exhaled slowly. "Then come with me tonight," you said, standing on shaky legs. "I know a place we can go." Her pupils dilated as she processed this, fingers clutching your forearm. "You... you’d really—?" The disbelief in her voice broke your heart.

"You’re not his," you said firmly, wiping a droplet from her cheek with your thumb. "Not anymore." She trembled violently, then nodded once—a sharp, desperate motion. "Okay," she whispered. "But we have to move quickly. Before the sun rises." Her eyes darted nervously toward the eastern horizon, where the first hints of dawn would soon appear.