This choice: Get dressed and make some food! • Go Back...Chapter #6Get dressed and make some food! by: Dima   Laying there, planted on "your" bed is not so bad of an experience, hunger aside. just letting the dough plush of your new butt squish and spill out from the sides of the memory foam mattress cradling your body so gently. Almost, as the seconds pass feeling your mind drift to a comforting little nap if the rumbling growl coming out from your plump round creme hue belly poking out past the lords sized M-cup tits spreading out against your chest. "... yeah, urges of getting frisky are on hold till I get some food in me and figure out how im going to survive for-" You say, rising from the bed akwardly. "... a weeeeeeek up we go!" you say, rising up from the bed awkwardly with all the shifting weight before your back on your heels with a little awkward step to regain your balance, "WOO okay im up, I know I can tap into my memories but, I kind of want to see if I can do this solo." You mumble, least using some of her memories to locate which drawers has what so you can decently dress yourself up and not just look like a hornball.
Doing so, you slide open the top drawer to be met with a pretty neat folded array of panties and some bra's that are in better condition than how your sister haphazardly tosses hers, pulling up a creme hue'd plunge bra and getting to work using your experience practicing with your sisters and mothers own pretty big busts...but nothing compared to Isa bosom, with each tit being a fight and irritating strutting to cram them into the cups, paws squishing and sinking into the cups before they almost fit snuggly... a bit of room to breath BUT definitely holding more support as some stress is relieved from the shoulders and back, as you form a sharp tooth smile of pride while tugging on the straps to make the hefted orbs wobble, "Ha! What a work out!" you yip, seeing the bulging nipples pressed down a bit under the cups while catching a bit of your belly jutting out. "Add that to my experience card!" You snicker. Next, you move to snag a pair of almost matching panties which by measure, is WAY easier to slide on as the silky material meets your thick motherly thighs after sliding them and hitching them up, gliding along the smooth spotted fur till it gets spread across the middle of your chunky motherly buns with just a bit of snugness on your crotch.
Shooting a bit of a glance your side profile in the mirrors reflection from across the room, the support of the bra gives the might M-cups a good support and shelf effect instead of just resting on your plush belly while the panties snugly hugging your butt and hips is...kind of cute, almost looking pretty decent. Running your soft paws along the girth of your hips to the under side of your chubby gut, giving it a pleasant squish...just thinking how some Anthros such as Ilsa can range from large thick and hefty figures to just the most petite folk around and still compress your body down in all the pillow warmth and yet...it still felt natural, the sense of your original body only faintly being present while wrapped up in Ilsa's body.
Shaking the thoughts aside, you slide open the next drawer and unfold out a robin blue henly style shirt with it's collar buttoned down the chest, sliding it on and feeling the soft material hugging onto your chest and arms with some tugs to let your cleavage breath with just a bit of tummy sticking out before then pulling out a pair of white leggings with some black stripes running along the hip which you then slide on with only a bit of struggle to pull it over your ass with some bounces and thumps before they slide up, leaving you with a very casual at home kind of fit... Her frizzy silver grey hair swept to the side as you proudly strut on out of your room and out to the hall, the long gate of your legs carrying you to a pretty neat and clean smaller kitchen.
The kitchen having a little table with 5 seats, feeling the burning familiarity of your children's absence, which too you really doesnt feel too bad given their ages before leaving but sharing the same heart and mind with Ilsa, a bit of anxious ping goes off in your chest, following a burn in your face without a care in the world about the absence of "YOUR" Ex leaving you to shake your head, "Gah! No, I'll explore my feelings... Her feelings about this later, right now it's grub time, always wondered what kind of stuff a big carnivore has stocked up." you say, strutting up to the big silver and black fridge to raid, swinging open the fridge side to be greeted with an array of sauce condiments an in the door and a simple stock of eggs, milk, SOME veggies, not a whole lot, some take out boxes that smell familiar of take out Chinese food that only makes your belly growl louder, a pack of uncooked stakes and a bottom drawer full of a LOT of deli meat, more than your used to. "Damn, Hyenas are protein heavy creatures, like I can slam down a goood Italian sub with extras but thats like two packs of Salami and three of pep...*growl* Huh, chinese food it is!" you say, growing impatient and grabbing the white take out box before closing the fridge with a bump of your butt, grabbing a pork and simply grabbing a seat and parking your ass at the table.
Popping open the lid, you are greeted with a double portion of half eaten Orange chicken, some sweet and sour pork and a big untouched side of beef chow mien in which you jab your fork into and stuff a good amount of the oily noodles into your maw to swallow down, letting out a loud and pleased "Mmmmmm finally some foood and its good leftovers too~!... I think I can get used to this, *munch* it's kind of weird sharing the sensation of loneliness *munch*" you talk to yourself, hearing her motherly cadence tickle your ears as you talk and eat. "But, ontop of having a bigger body than usual and kinda being by myself, I think this might be a good learning experience! *much*" you say, stuffing more of the noodles into your mouth before setting the fork aside while leaning back into your seat with a pleased Hyena chirp of sorts. Looking across at the empty seat while your rest your paws on on the underside of both your breasts to squish a bit while catching the site of the spilt noodles, wondering what to do after you are done eating.
You could take a deep dive into some more exploring of Ilsa wardrobe, what she has outside of her clearly horny bait stuff did look interesting, or could fill up her lonely issues with something new, meet up with a friend of hers or another big gals since...to be frank, hooking up with her usual might not be all too comfortable, or maybe prepping go to her job tomorrow would be interesting?
Some options, but a bit of time to mull over as you get back down to chowing on the leftovers, getting a bit of a bigger flavor profile of the sweet and tangyness of the sauce on the chicken and pork given your stronger sense of smell. Which, you would think might put you off but much like when you were having spicy food with your own mothers enhanced smell and taste abilities it just makes it a bit more interesting. Finishing off the left overs, you push the white box away and lean back in your seat with a pleased sigh, trailing off into your thoughts once again. The transition of your own and Mrs. Belle's feeling like you are sinking into a warm and dangerously comforting hot tub for a bit more information on her friends if your going to try and hang out.
Sinking into her mind, like a stone dropping in water, some information of her immediate friends come up, one being a fellow divorcee and friend she made at work, a silver and black haired Bovine woman of larger size named Diane. Going off murky memories, they met with Mrs. Belle at a office party with a mutual bickering over the stress of empty nest syndrome along with the chest hollowing sensations of feeling yourself growing distant from your now Ex husbands, though trying to pull more info on how they bound is muddled by the presence of another large Wolf lass, clad in business attire as well but her relation to you is not as clear as your veins begin to bulge in the forehead before getting slorped out from her memories
"Ggrrk...guh, ooow ow ow...one good deep memory dive and trying to go deeper... outside of lil nit picks still kind of hurts...guh now what."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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