Pamela felt her fur bristle, chuckling to herself as she spun around to get dressed in a blur, wearing a tight top with her brand logo and even tighter bootie shorts once she stopped. "Wow, time to get to work already? Well, it is breakfast time I suppose!" she mused to herself with a smile. For Pamela's job, outside of appearing in commercials and promotional events, was to go out and spread the good word of her Panther Puff cereal, able to sense whenever a good opportunity to do so occurred. And somewhere, someone was in need of a bit of encouragement...
- - -
A tired young college student was standing in an empty grocery store aisle, staring at two boxes of cereal with sleep deprived eyes, weighing his options. He needed cereal, but they didn't have his usual kind, so he had to find something else...
"Pst! Hey!" he heard a woman's voice call to him from somewhere. He looked around, only to hear it again. "Down here! On the box, sugar!" Then he looked down, spotting a box of Panther Puff cereal... with the cartoon mascot staring right at him, waving like an animated picture.
"Pamela Panther?" he asked, bewildered. The cartoon image giggled and gestured for him to come closer. He picked up the box as Pamela gave him a flirty pose.
"Now, why bother with those other brands when you could have the sweet, chocolatey goodness of my Panther Puffs?" she asked, accentuating her chest while giving him lidded eyes.
"Ah, well I uh, I don't really like chocolate cereals, and I'm trying to cut back on sugar, so-" Suddenly, the box began to vibrate in his hands. The top popped open, a black, furry pawed hand reaching out. Then came Pamela's head and other arm, rising out from the box. He watched as her impressive rack got stuck in the lid.
"Woops! Keep forgetting how tight a squeeze these can be! One sec darling!" With a grunt, she managed to get her boobs through, bouncing right in front of him as she kept pulling herself out of the box in his hands. She got stuck again when her hips went through, only to pop out and jump up into the air. He watched her backflip away from him, tail brushing his face briefly, before landing in front of him with a bow, the box sealing itself up and returning to normal afterwards. "There! Now we can talk face to face."
The man blushed, having never seen a mascot up close before. She was... amazing.
She stood up to her full height, being a good head taller than him. "Now then, are you sure you don't want some Panther Puffs? I can vouch that it's my personal favorite cereal, and I don't say that because I'm biased." She got close and leaned in to whisper in his ear, breasts pressing against him. "Panther Puffs turn me on whenever I eat them... nothing gets me hotter... and, if someone has some and mentions wanting to share them with someone... well... let's just say that I'm happy to make an appearance, whenever Puffs are involved~..."
Her tone made it clear what she meant, and the man was blushing heavily. Without a word, he grabbed two more boxes of Panther Puffs from the shelf to join the one he was already holding. She smiled and licked her lips. "Good boy~... I get the feeling I'll be seeing you later today! But first..." She felt her fur bristle again. "I'm needed elsewhere!" And with a snap of her fingers, she was gone.
- - -
"Sweetie, I'm not sure if we should keep buying these Panther Puffs. I'm worried that they aren't good for you!" a mother said to her young daughter.
"But mom! I love Panther Puffs! They're super yummy, and Pamela Panther says they help you grow up big and strong!" the girl retorted, having just poured herself a bowl.
Right on cue, before the mother could respond, Pamela strutted into the room, having appeared in their home out of thin air, as mascots are wont to do. "That's right, sugar! Panther Puffs are packed with the nutrients needed to help little girls grow up to be as beautiful as me!" She struck a provocative pose, which the mother seemed to take no offense to, instead considering what she said.
"Can you really promise that it's good for her?" the concerned mother asked as her daughter took a bite.
"See for yourself!" Pamela said, gesturing to the daughter while working a bit of mascot magic. Suddenly, with every bite, the girl began to grow and age, moaning in delight at the flavor of the cereal and the sensation of maturing rapidly. By the time she finished the bowl, she was a perfectly healthy young adult woman with a sexy figure that was closer to Pamela's than her own mother's modest body.
"Wow! I'm all grown up now! Thanks, Pamela!" the daughter giggled, striking a pose of her own in her stretched out outfit. They all knew that this was only temporary, but it was nice to have fun with it while it lasted. The mother looked at her daughter with a blush, then looked at the box of Panther Puffs.
"Well... I suppose it can't hurt at least." Pamela smiled, her work here done. Though, she had the distinct feeling she could have a bit more fun here before she left...
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