While looking solemnly at the cat, you reach up to undo the top few buttons of your light blue shirt. After taking off the shirt, your slim figure is on full show for the feline to see. As her eyes open slightly wider, you then reach behind yourself to unfasten your pink, frilly bra. You then slide the bra off - letting your breasts free - and toss it onto the shirt that you threw on the floor next to the gate of the pen. You can see the feline getting excited, knowing that something is about to happen to her soon. 'Not long now, my sweet', you say to yourself as you pull down the light pink, knee-length skirt to your ankles, which is then lifted from under you and tossed onto the growing pile of clothes near the gate. Now you can take off your shoes which you bought just last week. 'I hope these go to someone else who loves them as I did', you think to yourself, 'I just hope they are a size 2!'. All that remains now is your tights and panties. As you pull down your thin tights, you notice a tear in them. But that doesn't matter anymore, because soon you'll not need them ever again.
The feline is still staring at you, still growing ever curious as to why there is a nearly-naked lady in front of her. The feline guesses that she must be around nineteen years old, the same age as she is in cat-years. Now it's time for you to reach down and remove your frilly pink panties. As you slide them down your legs, you remember that you have only recently waxed yourself. Which is good, we don't want the cat to choke on any unwanted strands of hair. 'Okay then', you say to yourself as you try to remember if anything else needs to be done before you sacrifice yourself for the feline in front of you. All that you need to do now is work out how this kitty will consume you.
As big as this cat is, standing at 2.5 feet high and being 4 feet long, you know that she may still struggle to eat a fully-sized human female. At 5'1" high, you are much too tall to be consumed while lying straight. Anyway, you decide it is time. You open the gate to the cats pen, and still nervous about what is about to happen. But you know it is for the greater good. "Okay, little lady, I'm going to help you", you say to the drooling puss.
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