Sandy_Sinclair

Name: Sandy Sinclair
Species: Cat girl
Gender: female
Age: 19
Size: 5 ft. 4 in. tall
Hair Color: White
Eye Color:Pale Blue
Appearance: A Little Plump, her more delicate parts being covered by the tattered clothing taken from her first meal.
Bust Size: 38 E
Occupation:Forest Dweller
Role: predator/prey
Sexuality: bisexual
Disposition:Very Playful and a skilled Predator, her size however makes her an easy target.


The First of Many Meals

The leaves, all a crispy brown colour , were falling by the handful across the forest. Autumn had once again returned from it’s slumber and it was holding nothing back for the forest had already lost all traces of green and yellow spare a small yellow flower isolated by the fallen leaves from above.

The delicate flower was as small as a buttercup and yet amidst the dark colours of the forest it seemed illuminated, such a delicate flower was the last shred of summer.

The little yellow flower was suddenly pulled from the ground surrounding it and gently slotted into a mesh of smooth black hair above a tiny ear. The flower had been plucked from it’s home by a young woman who by all aspects acted younger than she was.
Standing a good five feet from the ground the young woman made sure the delicate flower was stuck fast in her hair before carrying on through the dark forest, the long smooth hair where the tiny flower was placed gently swayed to and fro for every step the young damsel took, It was like fine silk.

The sun broke through the canopy of the forest, the skeletal branches proving no help in blocking the light from the girl’s emerald eyes, they almost seemed to sparkle in the light. The rest of the young woman slowly grew lighter as she moved into a clearing, her lightly tanned skin now bare of shadow.

The young damsel was quite a sight, something almost misplaced in the dank decaying forest. Long flowing hair and emerald eyes were not her only dazzling features, tiny dimples as she pursed her beautifully plump and rosy lips appeared and her sparkling white teeth were revealed as she awed at the sight of the large trees surrounding her.

Her small yet voluptuous frame was indeed a sight, covered by a figure hugging red dress ,more suited for an evening of fine dining than anything, it left very little to the imagination. With soft pert buttocks and ample breasts pushing against the tight fabric of the dress the woman was mesmerizing.

Stifling a yawn the young damsel stretched, her dress pulling tight against her body. It forced her ample breasts to push upwards, a gentle chasm of cleavage appeared before disappearing slightly as the woman relaxed.

It was indeed a mystery as to why the young damsel was walking through the decaying forest, such a place was not suited for a woman least not a woman dressed so finely but the surroundings did not seem to bother her for she broke out in song, her voice was so heavenly like an angels.

The tune echoed throughout the quiet forest and was only interrupted by the sound of a rushing stream further into the forest, a place the young woman quickly went.

The stream was nothing special, it trickled through the tree’s at a gentle pace. The fallen leaves proving a slight hindrance for the flowing water. The odd little fish darted through the chilly liquid as if fleeing, the young watched it disappear and then realised that it had been fleeing her. A gentle giggle escaped her lips after realising.
With her feet already bare of shoes, strange that she had none, the gentle damsel dipped a toe in the cold water before recoiling, it was a shock to her system. A shiver crept it’s way across her body but still she pressed on, her foot slowly disappearing into the cool water followed by it’s twin.

The woman sighed carefully sitting on a fallen log, occasionally she moved her feet in the water to block a little fish but the game grew old and she eventually closed her eyes to listen to the sounds of the forest.

The young damsel at first could only hear the running water of the stream but after a minute or so could detect other sounds, the squawking of a bird in the distance the sound of leaves caught in the wind brushing against one another, the breaking of branches.

The young woman opened her eyes after hearing the snapping, she hadn’t expected to hear such a sound. Looking to where she believed the noise came from the woman dressed in red expected to see a rabbit or perhaps a deer come to drink at the stream, there was nothing which confused the woman. Eventually the damsel came to the conclusion that whatever it was had fled upon seeing the human so she closed her eyes once more in relaxation but they were not closed for long for something landed on her uncovered arm.

Opening the damsel realised that it was a water droplet, it was quickly followed by another which landed on the revealed part of her breasts, slowly it ran downwards before disappearing into her cleavage. The droplet was cold causing the damsel to shiver but the feeling quickly retreated for a brief moment until more droplets landed across her body, the rain grew heavier.

The damsel’s dress quickly grew from it’s cherry red colour to a darker crimson after it absorbed the droplets that touched the fabric, the woman dressed in red quickly decided to head for shelter and the closet cover was a large tree with stocky branches. It was better than standing in the rain at least so the damsel left the calm of the stream and skipped for the safety of the tree.

Standing below a rather large branch the damsel was kept dry for the moment but her feet soon grew cold as the rain slipped into the ground, her feet were soon covered in mud. Not liking the feeling the woman clad in red decided to scale the large tree, not her smarted decision considering what she was wearing but it was better than simply standing in the mud.

Grabbing a small branch the damsel pulled herself upwards quickly realising that the dress she wore was now proving a hindrance because of how tight it was. A quiet rip suddenly echoed as the right seam near the Damsels breast came undone. There was nothing the damsel could do so continued to climb and eventually reached the branch she was sheltering under moment earlier. It was large enough for the woman to sit on which made for a nice breather for her to recover.

Studying the rip the damsel sighed, it wasn’t too large but big enough to reveal the soft supple skin of her breast underneath and would no doubt grow larger the more she moved. There was nothing the damsel could do so tried to forget her predicament.

An acorn suddenly dropped and landed on the young woman’s head causing her to look up, nothing. It was just her in the tree. Believing it to be the force of the rain that caused the acorn to fall the woman once again thought nothing of the encounter and returned her attention to the forest.

For a moment the damsel thought she spied something white up ahead hiding behind a tree but it disappeared, a trick of the rain perhaps. A few moments later the woman spotted another white blur, it couldn’t possibly be her imagination. There was something out there.

Curious as to what the white blur was the woman dressed in red clambered down from the tree slowly, another rip and the hole on her right grew bigger revealing yet more of her soft skin. The woman pushed the problem aside carefully skipping to where she had seen the white blur. Slipping slightly the damsel stumbled into the stream but refused to stop staggering onwards.

The rain continued to beat down heavily atop the woman soaking her to the bone, still though she pressed on. With each movement the tear on the dress grew until the damsel was forced to hold it lest she press on naked. Gripping it tightly to her chest the young woman spotted the white blur ahead and quickened her pace hoping to catch up with whatever it was.

Closing in the woman forgot to look where she was going and slipped once more this time falling to her knees, the dress had well and truly ripped now becoming a great hindrance. The young damsel decided to leave it behind, she was much to curious to know what the white blur was to care about her dress.

Pulling the tattered remains of her dress from her body the delicate damsel gently covered her large breasts with one arm, it was enough to stop them from bouncing too much, and pressed on. Glad to be wearing some underwear the woman ran to where she last spied the white blur but once again came up empty handed, there was however an old building that sparked some interest. It looked about the size of a shed and seemed to be a great many years old.
Panting to catch her breath the young woman decided to take shelter in the shed, the white creature seemed long gone and the cold was starting to take it’s toll on her near naked frame.

Slowly staggering into the shed the young damsel pulled the old door behind her without looking and moved towards a dusty old wooden chair that had seen better days. With her eyes closed the young and delicate woman ran a hand through her wet hair making sure to miss the little flower that was amazingly still perched above her ear.

The woman was suddenly startled to hear someone clear their throat in front of them, instinctively covering her breasts for protection and the sake of her own decency she opened her eyes and was taken aback. The white blur which she had been following was now standing before her, shaped like a woman she was covered in white fur, a cat, no a cat girl.

With a cheeky grin splayed across her face she stared at the near naked woman for what seemed like an eternity, it was in fact just a minute or so. The two women looked at one another with great interest, clearly neither had seen something such as the other. There was nothing but silence and the sound of rain hitting rotten wood.
The woman studied every inch of the cat girl with great interested still not believing her own eyes. Her fur though wet seemed soft and inviting, beautiful facial features and equally dazzling eyes. What astonished the woman was the cat girl’s torso, it nearly mimicked her own. Large breasts protruded from her chest, so large and heavy that they curved downwards gently in a rather seductive manner.

What also surprised the young woman was the slight curve to the cat girl’s tummy almost as if she were pregnant. This couldn’t have been the case for the curve looked much too soft, something only seen by eating a large amount. The woman could only guess.
The woman was snapped from her trance for the cat girl spoke, her voice as innocent as a Childs, very much unlike her appearance.

“Well hi there missy” The tone of voice was so childish. “you’re a bit wet aren’t you, guess we have that in common”

The woman simply nodded still not grasping the fact that the cat girl was talking.

“My you’re quite beautiful, another thing we have in common”. The cat girl giggled

“I’ve been following you, pretty easy what with that red dress of your’s. Shame it ripped, I liked it”

The woman slowly began to figure everything out, the white blur, this cat girl had lured her like prey. Finally she spoke, her voice equally as heavenly as when she sang earlier.

“But I thought I was following you, you were always ahead of me”

The cat girl sniggered quietly to herself.

“Oh don’t be silly, I wanted to get you up here out of the rain. It’s better than being out there in the cold forest. I promise you’ll be nice and warm before long.”

The woman didn’t like the sound of what the cat girl was implying but she had to admit the shed was better than being in the rain and at least now her curiosity was sated, slightly anyway. Still curious, she probed for more answers.

“So who are you exactly?”

The cat girl looked at the woman, most importantly focused on the drooping flower behind her ear. Eventually though she answered.

“Oh my name right, I’m Sandy and this is my home. Not this shed ,the forest. All mine”

A big toothy grin soon followed after Sandy had finished speaking. The cat girl once again focused on the flower clearly liking it’s colour. The woman was left in disbelief, she still wanted to know more.

“so…..if you live here, what do you eat exactly?, it’s just I’ve never met someone …..like you”

The question caught Sandy's attention very quickly upon hearing it was about food, the toothy grin appeared yet again.

“Oh this and that, anything I can find really, mice, rat‘s, birds. Sometimes even deer and bear cubs, very tasty”

Sandy’s tone of voice changed suddenly, it grew more seductive.

“I’m always open for trying new things if you understand”

There was suddenly a rather loud gurgle which caused Sandy to blush rather furiously, her tummy had awoken.

“Oh about time tummy, I was wondering when you were going to make yourself known”

Returning her focus to the nearly naked damsel Sandy moved a step closer to the human, the wicked smile still stretched across her face. The woman tried to move away but found that she was blocked on all sides.

“My tummy likes the looks of you, would you like to say hi missy ?”

The damsel was rather unsure of what to do, staring at Sandy’s tummy she forced herself to speak and it was clear that it was forced.

“Uh hi tummy, how are you?”

Sandy laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down as her body moved. Her hands soon moved to her belly, a gentle rub as if she were indeed pregnant.

“Oh that’s not what I meant missy, I meant something a little more personal”

The woman’s eyes grew wide for Sandy suddenly pounced atop her, with no time to react
She was quickly subdued by the cat girl. Sandy, almost sitting atop the woman, laughed again.

“Let me show you this personal greeting”

The chair suddenly buckled and broke, it was enough for Sandy to roll off the naked damsel. Seeing that the cat girl was stunned for a moment the naked damsel bolted for the door making good headway. Unsure of which way to go the woman made for the stream, it was the only place she could think of.
A gurgle echoed behind her followed by some shouting from Sandy..

“My tummy only want’s to meet you”

The woman wasn't stopping, she continued to run. With her hands covering her breasts the damsel did her best to make it to the stream and away from Sandy.

After a while of running the woman could see the stream ahead and increased her speed before stopping at the water. Grabbing a large stick the woman looked behind her expecting to see Sandy chasing after her but there was nothing, no white blur, no cat girl.
The woman relaxed slightly, believing Sandy to have given up she crouched near the river and cupped some water in her hands. Drinking furiously the woman let her guard down, suddenly she was pushed face first into the river.

The woman knew it was Sandy, who else could it be. Constricted by the cat girl the bare woman was pulled from the river on to the bank and squeezed by the cat girl.

“that wasn’t very nice, you shouldn’t run. It’s hard keeping up with these boobies of mine”

The woman tried to wriggle free but Sandy had a firm hold on her, staring into the cat girl’s blue eyes she realised there was nothing she could do.

“now where were we?, oh yes I remember”

Sandy moved as if she were yawning, her mouth grew wide, very wide. Suddenly she darted forward towards the woman, the damsel could do nothing and within seconds Sandy’s lips had pushed over her head. The woman screamed bit it was nothing but a faint mumble drowned out by the cat girl's growling tummy.

Sandy slowly pushed her lips over the woman’s shoulders, a very tight fit but manageable, it was a slow process but the cat girl was enjoying every second of it. Evident by her hard nipples and the smell of arousal in the air. The woman’s imprint slowly appeared in Sandy’s throat, a picture of horror, she looked to be in mid scream.

Sandy wasted no time in shoving her meal into her mouth, with her lips perched just above her meals breasts the cat girl giggled causing her entire body to shake, she knew the two large breasts would be tasty and having never swallowed any before she was eager to try them.

The woman’s breasts were so large that Sandy had to brace herself, they wouldn’t fit by conventional means so the cat girl kneaded at her meal’s flesh in a attempt to slip the meaty breasts into her mouth, it worked though it took quite a while. Sandy’s cheeks bulged out comically like a hamster’s as her meal’s breasts rested in her mouth. Swallowing would be even harder but even that the cat girl managed and before long the woman’s breasts were but two very large bulges slipping down the cat girl’s throat, even her hard nipples were evident as little bumps in the skin.

The predator’s tummy continued to growl, it dearly wanted to meet another unlucky soul. It slowly expanded as the woman entered it’s domain. Sandy shivered as the last of the woman’s breast slipped down her throat, the feeling was unbelievable. The cat girl knew her loins were moist, she could feel that tingle she got so often when eating, later she would have to deal with it for there was still much of her meal to swallow.

The woman’s stomach, flat yet soft, was no challenge for the cat girl who eagerly swallowed it down in a matter of minutes, Sandy was gasping with pleasure. Never had she tasted such a being before.

The damsel’s hips, which where so wide, proved to be another challenge and still Sandy overcame through sheer force and determination. Pushing with her hands her meal’s hips disappeared down her throat. Her belly at this point had stretched to it’s limits already. The cat girl had never eaten something so large before and was now feeling the strain but with nothing spare some pert buttocks, legs and delicate feet to go Sandy simply had to press on.
Moaning again the cat girl slipped her lips over her meal’s buttocks and nether regions, tasting what she knew to be arousal the cat girl giggled. If only she had removed the underwear but in her haste to eat she had forgotten.

Sandy knew her meal to be over soon and so did the woman quickly occupying her belly, the wriggling intensified as Sandy slowly pushed her meal’s legs into her mouth and down her throat. They disappeared quicker than her meal’s flat stomach leaving nothing but the woman delicate toes and moments later they were gone as well.

With one last gulp the cat girl had finished her huge meal, with her tummy satisfied she tried to waddle but fell onto the bank beside the river. Her belly convulsed and wriggle furiously as her meal squirmed for freedom. The cat girl moaned, her belly was so heavy as it lay atop her.

“ooooh, tummy that was sooo amazing but now I can’t move”

The tingling in her loins suddenly sparked up again causing Sandy to giggle.

“Well I’m sure I can think of something to do for a while”

As her belly continued to wriggle the cat girl moved one had down towards her loins in preparation to satisfy herself, the other moved towards her mouth for something was stuck in the cat girl’s teeth. Pulling at it Sandy realised it was the little yellow flower, tossing it into the river she moaned as her fingers slipped inside.
And so the cat girl ate once more…..

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