This is the second part of Amila’s tail. If you haven’t read the first chapter, “Motherly Love”, please go read it and show it some love, this chapter has a bit more detail and length to it.
(WARNING: Pseudo-Rape, Tentacles, Minor Transformation)
The tigress slowly and groggily woke up… her eyes scanning the nearby clearing. It was an empty field of grass in flowers surrounded by tall trees, looking up the tigress could see the blue sky… the only place in her jungle she could see it so clearly. Amila panicked, she called out for her mother, not wanting to be alone, alas the only response she got was the whispering of the wind, and the rustling of the leaves. She knew this day would come but she didn’t expect it to be so soon, let alone so sudden, several feeling washed over her and she didn’t know how to deal with them. Tears began to stream down her face, the tigress cried. Amila continued to call out from her mother. Not ready to be left alone, not ready for what the world may bring, but no response came. Amila was alone.
Eventually the tigress stopped crying, to this day she is not sure if it was from the lack of tears left, or from the growing fear of what might catch her off guard if she didn’t stop. Amila began to wander through the thickest and thinnest parts of her jungle. It wasn’t uncommon for the tigress to go days eating very little if anything at all. She could have hunted for food but she had to be really desperate before she would go so low. The Tigress not liking to harm others, let alone take their life, was a scavenger and a forager. Surviving off whatever berries could pick off the jungle bushes, but, she was a predator and the lack of meat made her weaker and weaker. Usually this wasn’t a problem, her mother always being there to provide safety and nutrition to her. This however was a problem, soon the tigress felt herself slowing down, growing weaker and weaker with every passing hour. Eventually the tigress was on the verge of exhaustion, an easy target for many thing.
Amila stumbled upon an old wood cottage, it seemed out-of-place to the young tigress, but given how well it was maintained she figured there would have to be some food. The tigress’s eyes scanned the nearby area. The cottage was surrounded by a small field of cut grass, in a large circle. There was a well somewhere on the right hand side, she noticed when she walked the perimeter. Her stomach was growling at her, the thought of food became too much to bear as she took a step inside the clearing. Being careful not to be spotted, although she didn’t see anyone the tigress couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched. Peering inside through an open window, the cottage seemed more like a one room hut. A marble fire-place stood flat against the left side wall, and opposite to it, a large oak cabinet. Slowly crawling in Amila immediately went for the cabinet, opening it up hastily, she was sadden to find it empty. Her stomach voiced it upset as she slowly closed the door, and made her way to the window again. About to climb out a strange whirring noise caught her ear, curiosity overriding her better judgement, she went to investigate… The cabinet didn’t appear any different closed, the oak doors the exact same as before, however there was the faintest smell of something. Opening the cabinet her eyes went wide as drool begin to pool out of her mouth, several shelves full of different kinds of meat filled the room with their scent. Amila not really caring what type of meat it was, hastily took one, sitting down on the floor, she took a big bite out of it… and then another one. It was the best thing she’d ever had, warm, juicy yet, tender, the thick piece of meat satisfied all her taste buds, yet… something seemed off about it. As the young tigress ate her 3rd bite she felt herself falling asleep… kicking the plate away she heard laughter in the distance… slowly she got up made her way towards the front door. Opening it she tried to run but her legs just gave it, looking up a woman started to approach her as she began to black out. The woman laughed, the last thing Amila remembered before waking up was her saying “You, will do quite nicely”
When Amila finally begun to come through, she noticed she couldn’t move. Suspended in the air she didn’t dare struggle to much as she looked at what held her. Looking at her arms, slimy purple tentacles held her limbs and when she looked down, she saw a woman, and a big black cauldron. Amila wanted to scream, but knew that it would be fruitless, nobody was anywhere around for miles and this woman could punish her for that. She wanted to say something but was unsure of what to say, her gaze stayed on the woman as she thought about that for a moment. The woman (whom Amila thought of as a witch) was throwing different ingredients into the pot, some ginseng and several different berries are what the tigress recognized, however there were many other ingredients the tigress didn’t recognize. She was average for a woman Amila thought, around 5’8, her breast, somewhere in the C’s, and her ass was big enough that it kept distracting her attention every time the tigress gazed elsewhere, her hair was long, falling past her small shoulders, and was a light blue. Her eyes amber, just like Amila’s. It was then the tigress realized the woman was watching her, her eyes wandering the tigress’s body. Amila’s cheeks flushed as she remained slightly, she looked away to the tight as the woman giggled. “Don’t be shy kitten, I don’t mind you staring” the woman whispers a phrase as her feet are lifted off the ground and up to the suspended tiger. Amila looked back at the woman drifting closer, and noticed her long purple robe, had disappeared… the tigress gaze began to wander the witches body, and for a moment the only sounds that could be heard was the purring of the tigress, until the witch chimed “Like what you see?, Because I like what I see”. The woman’s gaze ran over Amila’s small chest, and then to her virgin, moist honey pot, licking her lips she whispered another command, as the cauldron produced some more of the purple tentacles…
Amila watched in confusion at first, then in shock as the woman kissed her lips, Amila struggled meekly for a brief second, before closing her eyes kissing the girl back. There tongues, exploring each other’s, as a tentacle began to slowly crawl up the tigresses body the witch broke the kiss grinning, Amila looked down to watch it go in-between her small breast confused she asked “w..wh.what are… You doing?” The witch looked at the tigress breast, choosing to not answer that question just yet, she floated back down to the ground… and then stepping inside her cottage…
Amila was left alone for about a minute… in the minute the tigress tried to struggle against the tentacles and quickly learned this was a bad idea as she felt a sharp sting of a tentacle, whipping itself against her fuzzy bottom… She winced, her purring growing just a bit louder as the witch came back outside, floating up to her. In her hand, a potion of some sort, Amila determined. The witch ran a hand against the tigresses cheek, as she pressed the potion against her lips, Amila tried to protest but opening her lips allowed the witch to tip the bottle up, its contents, flowing straight into Amila’s mouth as the witch covered it with her hand “Swallow it” she said sternly, and Amila did as she was told. The potion took effect almost immediately. The tigress rather unimpressive bust began to grow, every passing second they seemed to get a whole cup size bigger, and after just a few seconds they stopped growing, her breast had went from a B, to an E… the tigress began panting, her breast now began producing milk in streams. The tigress’s breast wasn’t the only thing that changed however, soon she felt her little bottom grow, the change not being quite as drastic, her was now nice and plump. “Perfect for squeezing” the witch cooed, her hands squeezing her delicate rump.
Amila’s pants grew as the tentacle that was titfucking her before sped up, inching towards the tigresses mouth and without warning, snuck right on in. The kittens mind was clouded, she began to hungrily suck on the tentacle, her tongue attempt to slide around it as the slimy appendage slid in and out of her mouth. The witch giggled, her lips began to kiss Amila’s neck, biting it softly every few seconds as she kissed it, her hands moved away from the tigress’s ass, favoring her breast now. The witches hand grabbed them from behind firmly, giving them a test squeeze, causing the tiger to squeal a bit, her tail swaying back and forth rapidly. “ooh, sensitive one are we?” the witch chuckled, twisting the tigress’s nipples gently, a stream of milk, spurting from each one as the tentacle in her mouth pressed just a bit further into her.
Amila couldn’t describe the pleasure she was feeling, her pussy dripped with her juices and the witch saw it. The witch whispered something as two more tentacles began to make their way up to the tigress. Amila watched them spawn from the black pot, one went behind her, she assumed to pleasure the witch, but she was wrong. That tentacle sliding in-between Amila’s fuzzy ass cheeks. The girl mumbled something as tentacle in her mouth was very slowly gaining access to her throat. The witch either not knowing or not caring continued to play with the tiger’s breast, moaning softly herself. The other tentacle, began to prod at the tiger’s virgin pussy, her juices getting the already slimy appendage even slimier as it slowly slid into her pussy, being coated in her blood as it robbed her of her virginity. The witch released the tigress’s breast and took a step back grinning, watching as the tentacle sliding in-between her ass cheeks began to tease her virgin anus, tracing the tiny hole once before sneaking the tip inside. This set Amila over the edge already. The tigress screamed wiggling and squirming, her toes curled as she squirted wave after wave of her juices. The tentacles continued to invade the tigress body, relentlessly ravishing her body, each one claiming more and more of her tight holes, her breast having made so much milk now squirted its milk into a puddle on the ground. Eventually the tentacles began to swell up, each one leaking precum in or on the tigress, as more tentacles came from the pot, surrounding the tiger. Her own body shaking and squirming as her second orgasm was rapidly approaching, each tentacle thrusting inside of her faster and deeper than ever before, swelling up inside of her before unloading there cum deep inside of her… Amila would scream if she wasn’t swallowing cum, the sticky creamy stuff flowing down her throat as she began squirting against the flood of cum invading her pussy. The tigress ass being over flown began spurting back some cum as the tentacles surrounding the tigress began spurting their load all over her.
She was set back down on the ground cum filled, and cum covered the tigress gave a small burp. Spitting up some of the cum in her mouth, her body being way to full of the stuff. She noticed her stomach bulged slightly from the stuff. It was purple, tasting similar to a strawberry, but smelling like a blueberry the tigress wasn’t sure what to think about it. The witch was standing next to the black pot, as the tentacles began to disappear into it giggling. “You look beat, why don’t you come inside, ill…” the witch stopped talking, the tigress was already fast asleep. The witch sighed, carrying her inside and laying her down on the floor next to the marble fireplace… “Hmm… What am I going to do with you now” she asked herself, waving her hand over the girl. The tentacles cum disappeared as the tiger slept.
Amila woke up several hours later, looking around she noticed it was the same cottage as before, however, there was no cabinet anymore, and in its place was the bed she was currently sitting. Getting up out of it she noticed a note on the front door that read “Dear Amila, Thank you for your generous contribution to my potion, as a reward I would like to offer you some. Love Lynda” … the tigress was confused she didn’t see anything that looked like a potion until she stepped out the front door. Sitting right on the ground was a green vial, its contents smelt like cherries as Amila opened it she shrugged drinking the mixture… after all, the first potion just changed her body a small bit, she figured the witch didn’t mean her any serious harm, and she was right. As the liquid flowed down her throat she began to notice something different, but she couldn’t explain what it was. Suddenly an owl hooted, spoking the tiger as jumped a foot in the air, she hid in the bushes. The tigress blinked as she hid, she didn’t recall the grass being this tall she poked her head out of the bushes as the slowly shrunk, and eventually disappeared. Amila focused on hiding closing her eyes, opening them a few seconds later and once again, found the bushes surrounding her once more. Amila giggled excitedly as she walked back inside, deciding to sleep through the night, she would continue her adventures tomorrow.
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