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Huge Cat - by ASaneMan

Story

Katia groaned as she felt her paw resting on her head, nursing a bad headache as she slowly began registering her surroundings. Wracking her brain as hard as she could, the khajiit could only recall bits and pieces from the night before, though she could definitely remember getting absolutely trashed. Trying to hoist herself up from wherever the hell she was, she felt as if her entire body was being held down by a horrifically strong magic user. No matter how much she tried, her tired strength could barely pull herself up to sit upright. After a minute of exertion, she gave up, panting as she simply tried to feel the environment around her.

From her position, she surmised that she was currently laying on the ground. She could simply open her eyes and look around, but her headache prevented her from doing so, leaving her inexplicably blind for the time being. Feeling the ground with her paws, she recognized the feeling of a wooden floor, calming her slightly with the thought that she was simply laying down on the floor of her room in an inn that she stumbled into the night before after falling off of the bed. However, one of her paws grabbed onto a stool, specifically one used in bars.

Nope, she had passed out right on the floor of the bar she had been hanging out in. She let out a distressed sigh, cursing herself for giving up to her addiction yet again. First, Sigrid, then she still ended up turning back to the same thing that ruined her previous life. Well, the thing she had some modicum of control over, as opposed to the nightmares that just randomly occurred whenever she fell asleep. She fully expected see that she was in someone’s bedroom with last night’s lover sleeping soundly beside her, along with so many more mistakes plastered across the walls due to her drunk mind.

However, she definitely would have felt if she had done the deed again, but it didn’t seem so to her. Instead, she found herself bound to the ground. After contemplating for a second, she hoped that she didn’t end up bumping into some warlock and got trapped in some kind of binding curse. Fortunately, she found herself finally shaking off her early morning weakness and eventually pulling herself up into a sitting position, the weight on her body persisting past her morning sluggishness.

Her headache finally began subsiding, allowing her eyes to slowly open. As she adjusted to a bright light in front of her, she pulled herself up onto her feet, using the nearby bar for support. When her vision was finally available, the first thing that Katia registered was that she was seeing far more yellow than she was used to when she looked down at her body.

At first, she didn’t realize that her once flat, stick-thin body was now the pinnacle of gluttony. Her breasts were about the size of the wheels of the wagons she could find in a nearby market, and just as plump as its merchant’s finest watermelons. Her belly was about the size of a full grown human if he were to curl up into a ball and hug her torso, only much squisher. Moving further downwards, her hips had grown wider than most door frames, while the layers of cushiony fat surrounding it made it possible for her to squeeze into any tight frames easily enough. Right behind her was a behind big enough to conceal just about anything within her massive, chair-sized ass cheeks, her limber tail squishing just above it as her ass jiggled with each sway.

When her head finally clicked, her eyes grew wide open as memories of last night flooded back in, her cheeks burning redder than the fire magic she wielded as she remembered that she was supposed to run Quill-Weave’s errands when she was robbed by a certain blonde mage, then forced to find a way to make money. She must have tried prostitution, otherwise, why else would she have been in a tavern, naked and drunk? The last detail she remembered, one that made her blood run cold, was that she ended up being too drunk to realize that she was devouring every single drunken patron, horrified employee and intervening guard along with all their backup throughout the night, all while drowning in alcohol. Fortunately, she was immobilized by her gargantuan stomach after her drunken feast, Katia thinking about how much of a disaster it would have been if she were allowed to run through the residential district nearby.

Stumbling around whilst getting accustomed to her excess weight, she headed for the entrance, hoping to find any indication of life to reassure herself that she didn’t just empty out the city she had been staying at. Cleaning out the bar was already weighing heavily on the khajiit’s psyche. Even the thought of doing something as small as pickpocketing made her hesitant, but here she was, nearly a quarter of a city’s population settling on her body with a fair amount still stewing away. It didn’t help that she had met and talked to everyone in town, even that one strange woman you could swear was a vampire.

Peeking out of the open door of the tavern, she let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of some of the city’s residents walking along the road. “O-Oh, thank goodness… I don’t think I could handle an entire city on my conscience… or my body in general.”

Though, she could definitely tell that her midnight feast took at least a double digit amount of victims above 50. Kvatch was a huge city, but empty houses would definitely gather the attention of what was left of the guard, and possibly even the mages of the city...

Then again… as she groped one of her massive breasts in her paw, moaning out from how sensitive she had become, her stomach let out a low growl, signalling its emptiness. Looking back at her immense butt cheeks, she admired the way it wobbled and bounced, wiggling her hips just to watch the two mountainous orbs move. Her days of being a thin, starving adventurer who could barely be a threat to the people who took advantage of her were over. Now, she was a fully-fledged predator who could quite literally eat her problems away, along with anyone who disagreed with her. Not only that, but her binge not only resulted with the sexiest body she could ever ask for, but her injured eye was fully healed! Who knows what else being a predator can give her?

For now however, she was focused on one thing: revenge. Especially against a certain blonde mage… thief? Thief mage? What the hell even was she?

Fuck it. Sigrid is going down. Down the khajiit’s throat, along with that stupid priest cuck.

...as soon as she squeezes through these tavern doors… and finds her Amulet of Silence.

This was a raffle picture for HisashiHinata! They wrote the blurb for it as well, thanks so much!
You can find their gallery over here:
https://aryion.com/g4/user/HisashiHinata

Don't usually draw sizes like this often, hope it's okay!

WIPs:
https://imgur.com/a/J5EOoaX

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