"Alright, let's see what these dresses look like when we're actually wearing them," Jack said, rubbing his paws after he dropped the massive pile of clothes he had collected in the store on the bench of the dressing room.

Yuma was right behind the fox. Shutting the sliding door behind them, he joined him with a grin on his muzzle and his bushy, striped tail swaying with excitement. "Yes! We're going to be the two prettiest guys at the Flower Festival with these dresses."

Something about the red panda's words gave Jack pause and he turned around to look at himself in the dressing room mirror. It was the same silvery mirror in the same dressing room in the same clothing store in the same mall that Toko and he had visited on his very first week in the country, yet so much had changed over the last few months. Not only were the flowers blooming and the trees sprouting with the arrival of spring, but thanks to that wondrous Hornleaf tea his body was flourishing as well.

Clad in one of Yuma's vernal outfits, the fox wore a cream-blue turtleneck sweater and a plain white skirt with striped blue and white thigh-high socks. While the colors weren't quite to his taste, the clothes had never fit him more perfectly. The silky soft fabric snugly hugged his developing curves, maybe even too snugly as it stretched around his widened hips, his big, soft buttocks, and his still developing pair of breasts.

Jack's facial features had softened too. The sharp edges around his chin and cheeks had smoothened over the months, and the rims of his dark brown eyes and his lips shone with black lipstick and eyeliner, a touch of eyeshadow perfecting the illusion of big, round doe eyes. He hadn't cut his dark brown hair since he arrived, and now that it reached down to his neck, he learned that it was wavy and curled at the ends.

The fox had never looked so feminine. He had never felt so feminine, and the sight of his mirror reflection still made his heart pound as hard as on the first days of his gentle transformation. If it hadn't been for the exchange, if it hadn't been for Toko, her family, the horn leaf tea…

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're already the prettiest as is, Jackie," Yuma giggled and stepped beside the fox, wrapping an arm around his waist. Wearing a short blue skirt and crop top, socks and choker, even blue eye shadow, the red panda flaunted his hot, girlish appearance like a dolled-up cheerleader, completely in defiance of the still chilly weather outside. "But I think you'd look even better in a proper dress than in my old clothes, so let's get to it. Let's try them on."

Jack let out a breathy, high-pitched yip as his boyfriend smacked him on the butt, a red hot blush shooting to his cheeks. His voice had changed just like the rest of him, from an unremarkable, average baritone to a bright, melodic alto which he had practiced extensively with Toko in bed and while singing along to the car radio with her. It was also the most confusing and least expected change he had undergone because although his voice was still his own, it sounded so different.

Eventually, the fox shook his head and returned his attention to the task at hand: trying on fancy dresses. But first, he had to undress. With his heart still thumping, he reached underneath the rim of his sweater and pulled it up over his head, tousling his hair in the process. He hardly minded the mess, though, as he was distracted by the sight of his bust. No longer budding bumps and capped by girthy nipples and enlarged areolae, his breasts easily filled his paws now, and while they weren't nearly the size of Kama's or Toko's massive knockers, it made them no less fun to play with.

"Your girls keep getting bigger every time I see them," Yuma giggled. Moving behind the fox, he elicited another squeak from him as he wrapped his paws around his tits and squeezed his thick, sensitive buds between his fingers. "And they're so much fun to play with. I can't wait until they're as big as Mom's."

Jack nodded abashedly, his tail stiffening as the red panda playfully bumped his hips against him. It wasn't the only thing that stiffened as his girly boyfriend rubbed a firm, throbbing bulge against the back of his skirt while he slid his paws onto Jack's waist to unbuckle his belt. After a few well-practiced motions, the white fabric loosened and dropped down to the ground, revealing why the fox wasn't pitching a tent yet.

A pair of padded black straps kept Jack's cock tied against his right thigh, restraining it like an unruly beast. It had been a gift from Toko when his girth had grown so big that it had made wearing pants or skirts with a boner uncomfortable. The first few days running around with his dick strapped down had been awkward, but by now he had gotten as used to it as to the big black butt plug that kept his tailhole nicely stretched and ready throughout the day. He also wore a pair of frilly white panties that struggled to contain his enlarged member and his heavy, drooping ballsack.

"Rawr, you're hot as fuck, Jackie," Yuma growled, licking his lips as he checked out the vulpine's mirror reflection. Then he kissed him on the cheek and released him from his hug to grab the first thing on top of the clothing pile.

Deep green with a glittering sheen, the fox had a good feeling about the cocktail dress that the red panda selected for him. It still had to fit his curves, though, and he sucked in his stomach as he slipped into it with Yuma's help. After a fair bit of tugging and straightening, he finally had it on properly, and when he looked into the mirror, his heart skipped a beat and his jaw dropped to the floor.

Whether it was plain luck or a stroke of fate, the green dress fit him like a glove. The bodice snugly hugged his curves, accentuating his bust with a tasteful décolleté, while the skirt was comfortably loose around his thighs, reaching down to just below his knees. The notch for his huge, bushy tail was just large enough, and there was a pair of concealed buttons just below that kept the skirt together during the festivities, but allowed him to loosen it if he had to get somewhere in a rush — or for other activities.

"Oh yes, this is perfect," Yuma whispered with an awe-struck sparkle in hazel eyes. "You look gorgeous in this."

Speechless, the fox could only nod. This outfit looked so much better on him than on the mannequin in the store. With trembling fingers, he straightened his hair and turned from side to side to examine himself from different angles. He couldn't find a single bad one, but that only prompted him to reach for the price tag dangling from his hip.

Yuma intercepted Jack's wrist before he could read the price and moved his muzzle right next to the fox's ear. "Hush, don't worry about it. It'll be my gift for you as much as Toko and myself," he whispered. "I can't wait to see Mom's reaction to it, and I can wait even less to hear you scream when she rails you in it."

The fox shot a coy glance at the red panda, shivering with a hot thrill before he uttered the most abashed, "T-thanks, Yuma."

"You're welcome, Jackie," Yuma warbled and wrapped a paw around his partner's head, guiding him into a deep, loving tongue kiss. A strand of spit connected their lips when he broke away a seemingly infinite moment later, breathing heavily. "Also, I don't think any of the other dresses can beat this."

"N-No, probably not," Jack whispered. Glancing at the mirror, he admired the view one more time before he pulled away from Yuma and peeled himself out of the green dress.

The fox did still try one of the black dresses next, but it didn't even remotely match his first choice. In the meantime, Yuma tried a whole assortment of dresses before settling on a short, sleek blue dress, and after that, they worked their way through the rest of the pile. Blouses, sweaters, T-shirts, tops, skirts, socks, and elbow warmers — they were mostly items of clothing for the fox, as he didn't have any spring outfits of his own in his wardrobe yet.

In the end, Jack and Yuma sorted everything into three neat stacks, one for the fox, one for the red panda, and a big one with all the ugly, uncomfortable, and overpriced rejects. Then they emerged from the clothing booth with a full, heavy bag of merchandise each and headed to the checkout counter.

Jack's excitement dimmed slightly as the number on the register's display kept rising with every article, but if that was the price for looking pretty, then he would take it. One uncomfortably high payment later, he left the clothing store paw-in-paw with Yuma. They passed a few more clothing shops and outlets, cheap and fancy, but the fox barely paid attention to any as he led them straight to their next destination, the Dragon's Joy jewelry shop.

"Huh, this doesn't look like Irene's tea parlor. Jackie, why are we in a jewelry shop? Are you in the mood for window shopping precious sparklies?" Yuma chuckled as they entered the brightly lit store. A wealth of gold and silver rings, bracelets, brooches, and necklaces shone and twinkled at them from display cabinets on pedestals, shelves, and mannequin heads. "Oh wow. This place is fancy."

"Excuse me, may I offer you my assistance?" a clear voice resounded from behind the couple. A ferret in a dapper suit and rimless glasses approached them.

"Actually, we don't…" the red panda began talking, shaking his head, but Jack interrupted him.

"Yes. I'd like some help finding a special piece of jewelry," the fox responded with a nod, much to Yuma's open-muzzled surprise.

"Gladly, ma'am," the store clerk responded, rubbing his paws with a professional smile. "What kind of jewelry would you be interested in?"

Ma'am. Jack's brain hitched and he gave the ferret a blank look. It wasn't the first time it happened, but it had been happening more often lately, and it still threw him off every time. But when he noticed the clerk's raised brow, he pulled himself together and stumbled out, "R-rings. I'm looking to buy rings."

"Of course, ma'am. Please, follow me," the ferret replied with a flick of his paw and turned around, leading them to the back of the store. Unlike the front half, there were no more display cabinets, just shelves upon shelves of small white cardboard boxes with product IDs and tiny illustrations of their content printed onto them. Scanning the precious merchandise, the store clerk asked, "What material are you looking for. Gold? Silver? Meteoric iron? With a gem or without." He turned around to Jack and looked him straight in the eye.

A blush rose to the fox's cheeks as Yuma cast a curious look at him as well, and after clearing his throat, he explained, "I'm looking for a pair of matching gold rings with empty sockets. One size 53 and one 65."

"A set of engagement rings? Certainly, ma'am. It will only take a moment," the ferret remarked with an extra smirk to his professional smile.

While the clerk pulled boxes from the shelves seemingly at random, Yuma's expression turned from intrigued confusion to sparkly-eyed excitement. "Engagement rings? Are you going to propose to Mom?"

"Y-yes, that was the idea," Jack admitted with an even hotter blush, meekly flicking the tip of his tail.

"When are you going to propose?"

"I- I don't know. When the time is right. E-eventually."

"So at the Flower Festival?" Yuma remarked, playfully poking the fox in the side.

Before Jack could mutter anything else, the store clerk returned with two pawfuls of white boxes. "Here you are, ma'am. I've selected a few options I think you might enjoy," he said, opening the first box to pull out a velvet-wrapped gold ring. "However, may I also request a picture or impression of the lucky recipient?"

With a nod, Jack fetched his wallet from his skirt pocket and gave the ferret two pictures, one of Toko and one of her left paw. "Also, it's going to be for her index finger since she's already wearing a ring on her ring finger."

"Ah, yes, I see. Thank you," the clerk said, twisting the ring between his fingers as he studied the two photographs. Then he looked at Jack over the edge of his glasses, inspecting him with a penetrating gaze, humming, nodding. "What kind of gemstones are you envisioning?"

"A garnet for me and an emerald for her," Jack replied.

Another hum, another nod, then the store clerk waggled his head and smacked his lips. "Good. I think I have something that would be perfect for the two of you," he announced, wrapping the first ring back up. Then he picked two other boxes and held out two gold rings, one big and one small, both of them featuring a matching pattern of interwoven grooves. "Please, give it a try, ma'am."

A shiver raced through the fox as he took the ring, removed his glove, and carefully slipped it onto his left ring finger. It fit perfectly, hugging his digit snugly enough not to slide, but loosely enough that he hardly felt it. Stretching out his arm, he looked at it from a distance, and then he stepped in front of the closest mirror to check out the complete picture.

Even without a gem, the subtle golden sparkle made Jack's heart pound and his body shake. He was so distracted by the view and all its implications that it took another nudge and giggle from Yuma to return him to reality. "How's the ring? Do you like it?"

"Y-yes," Jack nodded, slowly at first, then ever faster and more excitedly. "Yes, this is perfect."

"Splendid. Shall I wrap them up for you, ma'am?" the ferret asked, a warm smile on his muzzle.

"Yes, please," the fox replied, his tail now wagging uncontrollably as the store clerk wrapped both rings into red velvet and put them into a small black box. Then they headed to the checkout counter and a different kind of adrenaline-fueled thrill washed through Jack. He hadn't looked at or asked for the price, and while Toko was worth the world to him, there was still a limit to what he could afford. Not to mention the disquieting thought that sneaked into his mind when he was about to carry out this momentous purchase. What if she still says no despite everything we've done so far?

The fox's heart thumped even harder when he saw the number on the checkout register, and with shaking fingers, he handed the ferret his credit card. "O-oh, there's one more thing."

"Yes, ma'am?" the clerk asked.

"H-how is the return policy? Like, i-if the ring isn't the right s-size, or…" Jack said.

"You don't need to worry about that," the ferret replied with a reassuring smile. "We'll refund the whole price for a whole year, so if you change your mind, you can always come here, give us the receipt, and receive a full refund." The clerk swiped the card through the card reader and waited a moment. Then he returned it to Jack with the receipt, the box, and a wink. "Here you are, ma'am. Thank you for your purchase, and all the best with the proposal."

"Thank you! Goodbye!" Jack managed to press out with a nervous nod. Then he hastily slipped the little box into the pocket of his skirt, turned around, and headed for the exit before he changed his mind.

Yuma caught back up with the fox once he had left the jewelry store, and the grin on the red panda's muzzle was the biggest it had ever been. "Mom's gonna be over the moon when she finds out," he swooned, interlocking his paw with Jack's.

"Y-you think so?"

"Absolutely!" the red panda giggled. "Also, how did you find out Mom's finger size without her getting suspicious?"

A small grin grew on Jack's lips. "Kama shared a list with me."

"So she knows about it too?"

"Yes, she's also the one who explained how all the ring and proposing business works in Kessan," the fox admitted, shyly looking at the ground. "B-but don't tell anyone else, okay?"

"Not a single word," Yuma promised, demonstratively zipping his lips with his fingers. Then he leaned toward Jack's ear and whispered, "That means that you're gonna be my stepdad, doesn't it? Can't wait to call you daddy, Jackie."

A hot shiver went through the fox and he stopped dead in his tracks. "A-ah, don't make it weird, Yuma."

"What? I'm just stating facts," the red panda giggled, giving Jack a playful peck on the cheek. "Or would you prefer it if I called you mommy?"

An even hotter shiver raced through the fox and he let out an involuntary groan. Embarrassed, he turned away, only to catch his reflection in the window of a pastry shop. He didn't look like a mom, did he? However, he did look like he was Yuma's girlfriend, having become more feminine than the guy he had mistaken for a girl when he had first arrived in Kessan.

Shaking his head, Jack collected himself with a deep breath and remarked, "Anyhow, let's keep going. I'm pretty sure that Irene is already waiting for us."

"Yeah, you're right," Yuma replied, a smirk still on his muzzle when he started walking. Paw in paw, he led the way while the fox merely followed, distracted by the thoughts that were spinning around in his head. 

Jack had been confused plenty of times in his young life, especially by Kessan and its exotic customs, but he had never been as confused as right now thanks to the Hornleaf tea. By now, his initial curiosity about it had turned into a fundamental change to his body, and although he still recognized himself, he had changed so much more and faster than he would've ever expected. Sometimes he wondered if he had taken things too fast and hastily, jumping in headfirst without a moment of hesitation and thought, without figuring out whether it was a good decision or not…

"There we are! Hey, we're at the tea parlor, Jackie," the red panda chirped, snapping the fox out of his thoughts with a kiss on the cheek. "You're very pensive today. What are you thinking about?"

Jack looked up and blinked at the ornate cherrywood entrance of Irene's tea store as if he had just woken up. "Uhhhhhh…" he muttered, trying to sort his drifting thoughts. "I was just thinking about… stuff. How much I changed. Who I am. What would happen if… things turned out differently than planned."

"Ah, I understand," Yuma replied, squeezing the fox's paw with an encouraging smile. "I can't tell you who you are, but I'll do my best to help you find yourself." The red panda leaned in for another kiss, this time right onto Jack's lips. "I love you, Jack, and I will always be at your side, no matter what because we're not just friends, we're family."

The fox looked at his beaming boyfriend for a moment. Then he nodded. "Thank you, Yuma," he sighed, his worries waning at the red panda's encouragement. "Anyway, we're here to visit Irene…"

The busty snow leopardess spotted the two the moment they walked through the door. Waving at them, she stepped out from behind her counter and rushed toward them with a fluttering pink apron. "Jack! Yuma! I'm so happy to see you! I was already worried that you wouldn't come," she welcomed them for everyone to hear. Most of the round cherrywood tables were vacant this morning, but her enthusiastic greeting and the big bear hug she dragged them into still brought a fiery blush onto Jack's cheeks. Not to mention the kiss she gave each of them, a quick smooch on the red panda's muzzle, and a much deeper, longer one with the fox, indulging him with all of her big, wet tongue.

"Hey, Irene. I'm glad to see you too, and sorry about the delay. We kinda lost track of time while shopping," Yuma replied, winking at the fox as the snow leopardess broke her kiss and extracted her long, rosy taster from his muzzle.

"Oh yes, I can see that," Irene chortled as she noticed their shopping bags. "That's quite a big haul you two got there."

"Yes. We went shopping for spring clothes, especially for Jack here, and we bought dresses for the Spring Festival," the red panda explained, handing his bag to Irene as she offered to carry it for him.

After the feline had taken Jack's bag from his paws as well, she stepped behind the counter and pulled up two paper bags of Hornleaf tea, each signed with their respective names. "Here. I've prepared another batch of your personal blends," she said, slapping the bags before she dropped them into their shopping bags. Then she placed a tray with two big, fancy porcelain cups onto the counter. "I also brewed a fresh cup for each of you. Unfortunately, the tea has gotten a little cold by now, but it's still just as potent! The right one is yours, Jack, and the left one is yours, Yuma."

"Thanks a lot, Irene!" the red panda replied and picked up his cup, downing it without missing a beat.

Meanwhile, Jack hesitated, eying the dark brown liquid just as reluctantly as after the first time he had tried it. This was the origin of all the changes his body had undergone. Nothing stopped him from skipping it for a few weeks to give himself a break and sort his thoughts. It helped that it was the opposite of addictive, thanks to its acquired taste.

"Having second thoughts?" Irene asked, her usually powerful voice soft and tender.

The fox looked at the tall snow leopardess and nodded abashedly. "Yes."

"Don't worry. That's perfectly normal, especially if the tea is as effective as it is for you," the snow leopardess whispered, affectionately patting Jack's back before she stowed the tray back below her counter. "Do you want to talk about it? If not, that's also okay."

The red fox looked at Irene a little longer, hesitating, hemming and hawing as he pondered her offer. Although he didn't know her nearly as well as Toko, Yuma, and the rest of the family, she doubtlessly knew more about Hornleaf tea and its effects than anyone else. "I-I'm not sure. Aren't you still busy with your tea parlor right now?"

"Yes, but don't worry about that. It's been a slow morning anyway, so I don't see any problem starting my lunch break early today," Irene replied. "And if you two help me clean up, we'll be able to retire to my apartment in about half an hour or so. What do you say?"

Jack said nothing for another half minute, his tail tucked between his legs while both Irene and Yuma looked at him. Then he licked his lips and nodded. "Okay. If it's really no trouble for you…"

"No, it's no trouble at all, Jack. I can see that there's something on your mind, and I've seen the same in others before you. Besides, I'm the one who mixed and gave you this particular blend, so I'm the one most responsible for helping you deal with its effects," the snow leopardess stated, tenderly grabbing and squeezing the fox's paw. Then she reached for another spot under her counter and handed him and Yuma cleaning cloths. "Anyway, if you would be so kind as to help me clean the store?"

Jack nodded and gingerly took the cloth from Irene's paw. "I… I just go around and wipe the tables with this?"

"Exactly. And give me a moment. I'll prepare some water for you," the snow leopardess responded. Then she turned to Yuma and handed him a mop. "And you can take care of the floor, alright?"

"Will do," the red panda responded, taking the mop without hesitation.

Soon armed with the cloth and a bucket of water, Jack wiped down the empty seats and tables while Yuma mopped the floor and Irene flipped the sign at the entrance and handled the last few customers of the morning shift. The fox's mind had plenty of time to drift while he was busy cleaning, and once again, he lost himself contemplating the last few weeks of his life. Kessan. Toko. Yuma. The tea. Also, what did he even want to talk about with Irene?

Honestly, the fox wasn't sure, no matter how much he thought about it.

Eventually, the last table shone with a glittering layer of sudsy water and the last patron had paid and left, so it was just the three of them in the otherwise empty tea parlor. However, the fox only noticed when the snow leopardess locked the door and walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. "We're done here. Thank you so much for your help, love. Both of you," she chirped. "Also, you've been thinking so much that you probably have plenty to talk about now, don't you?"

"A-actually, I'm not so sure," Jack admitted meekly.

"Don't worry. We'll see about that," Irene reassured him, giving him another pat on the back before she quickly rinsed and stowed the cleaning tools. After that, she led them into her cozy, little living room.

The fox had already collected quite a few memories within these walls, among the cherrywood furniture and artful tapestries. The air was rich with the soothing scents of tea leaves, wood, and the distinct, potent musk of their host, and he reflexively headed toward the wide couch in the corner, settling on the edge.

Yuma sat down to the left of Jack, wrapping one arm around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder. Irene, meanwhile, dropped into her big, cushy armchair, not even bothering to remove her pink apron as she leaned back and spread her thick, powerful legs just enough to give him a teasing glimpse at her massive assets. "Alright, are you two feeling comfortable over there?"

The fox glanced at Yuma, all snuggled up against him, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Good," Irene nodded, rubbing her paws. "Jack, I assume you don't mind if Yuma listens to our conversation?"

"No. No, that's perfectly fine," Jack responded, coyly sliding a paw onto the red panda's right thigh. "Besides, he looks so comfy right now that I wouldn't want to force him to get up and go anyway."

"You're not wrong," Irene chuckled. "Anyway, let's get straight to it. The tea has changed you a lot, hasn't it? Probably much faster than you expected?"

The fox tensed up at the question, only to feel something warm touch his wrist. Yuma had slipped his right paw onto his left and gently interlocked his fingers with his, looking at him with his big, beautiful brown eyes and an encouraging smile. Reassured, Jack finally managed to mutter, "Yes. Yes, I've changed so much."

"I see. That's essentially the same thing I'm told by everyone who has received a perfect blend. Those mixtures are simply that potent," the busty feline said. "Which brings me to a much more important question that only you can answer. Do you like the changes your body has undergone?"

Jack stared at Irene like a deer caught in the headlights. With his lips pressed tightly together, he immediately thought of all the ramifications the shift of his appearance had had so far and could still have. He had yet to tell his parents just how much more and thoroughly Kessan had changed him than what he already dared to admit. "I- I'm not sure…"

"Let me rephrase the question, then," the snow leopardess stated, her voice soft as silk. "What do you think if you see yourself in the mirror? What does your reflection invoke in you? Does it look foreign to you? Unfamiliar? Wrong?"

"No!" Jack responded, shaking his head without a moment's hesitation. "N-no, that's not it. I like how I look…" He couldn't help but remember himself in the glittering green dress in front of the dressing room mirror. "Honestly, I… I love how I look, b-but…"

"But?" Irene tilted her head.

"I- I'm not s-sure if I can handle it," Jack stammered.

"You're not sure if you can handle that you love how you look now?" the feline wondered.

"No. It's not about me. I-it's about the others… how they see me. How they think of me," the fox blurted out. "I've been called ma'am again today. I know that I look like a w-woman now, I guess, but it's so confusing. It's been only three months since I… since I looked like this!" He awkwardly fished around inside his skirt pocket to fetch his wallet, only to freeze up as the black box with his engagement rings tumbled out as well.

"Since you looked like what?" Irene asked, calmingly waving her paws at Jack. "Deep breaths, Jack. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, take a moment to sort your thoughts, and then keep going."

The fox gave her a distressed look, his paws cramping up, his ears flattening, and his eyes filling with tears before he finally followed her advice, inhaling, exhaling, deep breaths, in, out, while Yuma gently squeezed his paw…

"Deep breaths."

In, out… Jack then slowly opened his eyes and swallowed heavily. One more deep breath, then he opened his wallet with jittery fingers and pulled out his ID. "Look!"

"I see," Irene responded, taking the ID card from the fox's shaking paw to compare the picture with his face. "May I summarize what you've told me so far, Jack?"

Jack looked at her for an anxious moment. Then he nodded.

"You told me that you love how you look, but the change is so significant that you're not sure how to handle it?"

"Y-yes," the fox admitted.

"Do you hate it if someone calls you ma'am?" Irene asked.

Jack hesitated a moment, licking his lips as he remembered his conversation with the store clerk in the jewelry store. Then he shook his head. "N-no, I don't really hate it. It's just… strange. Like, I'm still the same, but they call me differently."

"I see," Irene said, stroking her chin. "Do you want to undo the effects of the tea?"

"N-no," Jack stammered half-heartedly. This conundrum was so obvious that it hurt, yet he had no solution for it, and that hurt even more.

"Tell me, how often does it happen that someone takes you for a woman?" the snow leopardess asked.

Jack smacked his lips, staring blankly at the tea table as he thought about her question. "E-everybody, probably? It has to be everybody, right?"

"Not necessarily, since I, for example, don't take you for a woman, Jack," Irene replied. "Also, not everybody is going to point it out to you. How often does it happen that someone calls you ma'am or something like that?"

"N-not that often, but it's been happening more frequently lately," the fox responded and glanced at Yuma, not daring to admit how much more the pet name Jackie was affecting him.

"In that case, may I offer a suggestion?" Irene asked. "It sounds to me like you're very confused right now, but not necessarily distressed, and the best remedy for confusion is clarity. How about we create some clarity?"

Jack peered at Irene with the most confusion he ever had. "Clarity? How?"

"From now on, we will all talk to you and about you as if you were a woman. If you come to dislike it so much that it makes you sick or angry, we'll know that there's more to it than confusion, and we can discuss it accordingly. Otherwise, it may help you get used to it," the feline suggested. "What do you think?"

"I- I'm not sure. How would you even talk to me any differently than you're doing right now?" Jack asked.

"You're not wrong, but I have a few ideas. First of all, I think we need a new name for you. You don't have to come up with one right now, but…"

"Jackie!" the fox blurted out without missing a beat. "You can call me Jackie."

"O-oh, are you sure about that? It's not all that different from Jack, and doesn't Yuma already call you that?" Irene replied, casting a questioning glance at the girly red panda.

"Yes, that's right, but I'm sure about it. It's still me, just different," Jackie asserted with an unexpectedly confident nod.

"I see. Alright, love, Jackie it is!" Irene chirped with a warm smile. Then she grabbed a pen and reached for the vixen's bag of tea, adding a few more letters to the name. "Of course, for this to work, you need to tell everybody you know about it."

"E-everybody?" Jackie stammered, her heart suddenly sinking to her boots.

"Yes, but don't worry. They'll understand. It's not that uncommon for someone to change their name as they change and mature, with or without the tea. Just like my friends call me Irene, even though they first met me as Ms. Yeviko," the snow leopardess explained, waving the pen at the vixen. "But most importantly, you have to tell Toko about it."

At that point, Jackie's heart sank all the way to her boots. So much so, that Irene's smile vanished and her forehead furrowed with concern, but there was no way around it. Of course, Toko would accept it. The vixen learned every morning how much her girlfriend loved her changed body, but that wasn't the thing she was most afraid of. On the contrary…

Taking a deep breath, the young vixen gathered all her courage to admit, "What if I find out that I hate this after all? What if I need to revert the changes because I just can't take it? What if I lose her b-because of it?"

"Jack… Jackie, no!" Yuma interjected before Irene could say anything, squeezing the vixen's paw and hugging her tightly, plastering her neck and cheek with kisses. "Don't say that! You wouldn't lose her! And you wouldn't lose me either!"

Irene nodded and replied, "Yuma is right. I know things have been very confusing for you since you arrived in Kessan thanks to the new country, culture, and all the changes, but I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that Toko would still love you even if you reverted the tea's effects. I know that because she fell in love with you before you changed, and she loves you dearly for everything you are, not just your looks."

Jackie heard Irene's reasoning, and while it made sense, her chest still was so tight that she could barely breathe. That's when she spotted the black box on the floor, and with a trembling paw, she picked it up.

"Oh, what's that?" Irene wondered.

Slowly, gingerly, the vixen opened it up to reveal the pair of gold rings.

The feline's jaw dropped and she squealed, "Engagement rings? Are you telling me that you want to propose to Toko?"

Jackie nodded hesitantly, averting her eyes with an embarrassed blush as she croaked out, "M-maybe. I'm not s-sure yet."

Suddenly, the snow leopardess leaned forward and shot the vixen a conspiratorial grin. "May I let you in on a secret, Jackie?"

"A s-secret?" the vixen stammered.

"Well, you're not the only one who's had this idea. Toko told me that she wanted to propose to you, but she was afraid that it would put too much pressure on you," Irene revealed. "She wasn't sure how you would take such an early proposal because you're not from Kessan."

This time, it was Jackie's jaw that dropped, and the tingle that rushed through her body was so intense that she almost passed out. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," Irene stated with a nod.

Turning to Yuma, Jackie asked him, "Did you know about that?"

"Nope!" the red panda responded with a shrug. "I don't think she'd trust me to keep it secret before my bo-girlfriend."

Jackie stared at Yuma for another wordless moment. Then she nodded with a shaky smile, "I guess you were right then. Toko is going to be over the moon when I propose to her, isn't she? I just hope it's enough to warrant an extension to my stay."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Jackie," Irene chuckled with a wave of her paw. "That is the last thing you need to worry about. Once you're married, you can stay in Kessan indefinitely, and until then, I'll both vouch for you and provide you with a job if it would be necessary, but I doubt it."

Jackie could stay with Toko. With Yuma and the others. In Kessan. Forever. At first, she just stared at Irene in speechless, open-muzzled disbelief as the snow leopardess had dispelled her deepest concerns.

"J-Jackie, are you alright?" the red panda asked at her blank stare.

The vixen turned toward her boyfriend. There was a cautious, but encouraging smile on Yuma's muzzle as he hugged her, and Jackie really began to understand that she had nothing to fear. Her confusion and concerns melted away, and she was overcome by an overwhelming surge of relief. Unable to cope, she burst into choked giggles, tears welling up in her eyes until she was full-on sobbing with joy against Yuma's chest.

Meanwhile, Irene got up from her armchair and joined them, settling by Jackie's right to pat her on the back with a soft coo. "There, there, it's all good."

"Y-yes. Yes, it's good. I'm so… r-relieved. So happy!" Jackie stumbled out, taking a deep, shaky breath before she let go of the red panda and turned toward the snow leopardess, pulling her into a big, stormy hug. "Thank you, Irene. Thank you so much." Then she grabbed the ring box and her shopping bag and jumped up. "One sec. I'll be right back," she said, almost tripping over her own feet as she dashed toward Irene's bedroom, leaving the feline and Yuma behind with confusion on their faces. 

The vixen's goal lay right next to Irene's king-sized bed, on the face of her wardrobe. She had a mirror like the one in the changing room, large enough to reflect her entire appearance from the tip of her ear to the bottom of her foot. First, though, she had to take care of something else. She yanked Yuma's clothing off her body and dug through the clothes in her bag until she found her new green, putting it on as quickly as she could without tearing anything. Then, she slipped the engagement ring onto her finger and finally looked up.

Jackie's hair was a disheveled mess, the dress's left strap had slipped over her shoulder, and the fabric was creased and crinkled in several spots, but she hardly cared as she gazed at her reflection. This was her now. New clothes, new looks, a golden band of hope around her left ring finger, and with it, a new name? "Jack. Jackie," she whispered with an excited grin, repeating the two names a few times while her heart pounded so hard she almost passed out.

Eventually, the vixen stopped talking, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Yes, I like it," she decided. Then she straightened her hair and dress, grabbed her bag of Hornleaf tea, and returned to the living room.

"Hey, Jackie. Welcome back!" Yuma greeted the vixen, only to whistle with surprise as she appeared in her new, dark green dress. "You look just as gorgeous as in the dressing room."

Irene, meanwhile, was too stunned to speak, staring at Jackie with big eyes and an open muzzle. No quip, not a single word, not even a gasp escaped the usually so chatty snow leopardess on the couch.

Her tail wrapped around her chest, the vixen smiled nervously at her host and her boyfriend. Her heart raced and her whole body tingled with so much excitement that she nearly fainted again. When she eventually collected herself, finding her speech before the awe-struck snow leopardess, she had one abashed question for the feline, "I-Irene, would you mind brewing a cup of Hornleaf tea for me?"

Irene blinked. Then she started to nod, faster and more eagerly before she jumped up and took the bag from Jackie's paw. "With the greatest pleasure, love," she replied, kissing the blushing vixen on each cheek before she headed to her kitchen.

While Irene set about brewing a fresh batch of tea, Yuma patted the spot next to him. Once the vixen dropped beside him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned against her just as before. "You've made your choice?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I think…" Jackie replied, only to pause mid-sentence, chewing her lip. "Actually… Irene?!"

"Yes, Jackie?" the snow leopardess yelled from the kitchen, peeking her head out of the door.

"Ummmm… h-how difficult would it be for you to make the tea s-stronger? Like, m-more potent?" the vixen asked.

"Well, that depends on what you want from it," Irene laughed, stepping fully into the doorframe. With a swipe of her paw, she loosened the knot of her apron and dropped it, baring her voluptuous, furred body. With a teasing smirk, she cupped her huge, pillowy breasts, lifting and kneading them to flaunt their size and heft. "Do you want tits as big as these puppies? Or even bigger?"

Licking the drool off her lips, Jackie looked down at her own chest and tried to imagine what she would look like with a rack like Irene's, but her imagination failed her. Nevertheless, the notion made her all tingly and she nodded, "Yes, bigger. As big as you can make them."

"Are you sure?" the snow leopardess chuckled, one eyebrow raised. "Should I get you a diagram, so you can…"

"And the rest too!" the vixen requested. "It's not like it'll happen overnight. I'll just stop whenever everything is as big as I want."

Irene smacked her lips, pausing for a moment before she clapped her paws together and replied, "Well, you make a good point, and it wouldn't be the first time I made a blend like that. Just give me a few minutes to mix something up, will you?"

"Yes. Yes, of course!" Jackie replied, so giddy with anticipation that she could barely sit still. In fact, her tail wagged so wildly that Yuma wrapped his around hers to keep it from whacking his back.

"You know that your new dress won't fit you anymore in a few months if you pull through with this?" the red panda reminded the vixen.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Jackie responded, reaching for her boyfriend's paw. "Honestly, I don't know how far I want to go, but that's what I want to find out! And once I'm set, I don't need to worry about it ever again. Then I can just be myself."

"If that's what you want, then I won't stop you, Jackie," Yuma said and squeezed her paw. "I'll be at your side no matter what."

"Thank you, Yuma," Jackie whispered, pulling the feminine male into a loving kiss.

With their tails still entwined, the vixen spent the next few minutes intimately embraced with Yuma, distracting herself with his lips from her barely controllable anticipation. Still, her excitement hit her like a truck when the snow leopardess returned from the kitchen with a tray, a pot of fresh, hot tea, and a big porcelain cup with a gold rim and set it down in front of her, and she broke away from Yuma to point at it. "That's the new blend?"

"That's the new blend, yes," Irene confirmed with a warm smile.

"A-are you sure it'll work?" Jackie asked.

"I used the same base ingredients as for your previous blend, just in adjusted ratios," Irene explained. "If anything, I know from my experience that it will be more potent in every way."

"O-okay," the vixen said, reaching for the pot with shivering paws, only to stop halfway. "C-could you pour it for me?"

"Of course, beautiful," the feline purred and grabbed the pot. But instead of filling the cup, she sat next to Jackie, tenderly wrapped a paw around the back of her head, and guided the pot's spout against her lips with a toothy grin. "By the way, Toko showed me how you two usually do this. Now, if you'd be so kind and open up, Jackie."

Obediently, Jackie parted her lips and allowed Irene to slide the spout into her muzzle. With a little tilt, the first gush of hot, potent Hornleaf tea washed over her taste buds, and she reflexively started swallowing. She also spread her legs and leaned back, relaxing as she anticipated the surge of arousal that always kicked in a few seconds after the first gulp. However, the new blend proved stronger than she imagined, much, much stronger, and she whined as a wave of scorching heat claimed her, pure energy claiming every fiber of her body. 

Still, the vixen dutifully drank down every drop of tea before she jumped up and burst out, "Fuck, so much! So hot! I need… I need to get out of this dress! Too tight!" She desperately tugged on the fabric until Irene and Yuma joined her efforts. The tall feline held her with gentle force while the red panda loosened the straps and helped her slide out of her precious cocktail dress without tearing it.

Once Jackie had removed her dress, she bent forward and yanked at the two black straps that tied down her cock. It had become so sensitive and flexed so hard that the restraints hurt at every throb, and when she finally stripped the pesky bands, it bounced free and started squirting pre in a violent faux orgasm. "A-aaaaah, s-so hot! Tingling! Fuck!" she squealed, helplessly thrusting her hips forward as if it would do anything while her mind melted down with lust.

"Yes, that's about the reaction I expected," Irene chuckled. "But don't worry. It'll get better in a bit."

It still took almost two minutes of senseless air-humping, squirting, and moaning before the vixen recovered enough to think again. Even then, her thoughts were steeped in insatiable lust, and when she turned toward Yuma and Irene, there was a single craving in her mind. An insatiable craving for relief.

Fortunately, Jackie's boyfriend was more than ready to help her out. While she had been distracted, Yuma had stripped down to his thigh-highs and elbow gloves and laid down on his back on the couch. One paw wrapped around each ankle, he bent his legs back over his head and splayed his tail flat on the upholstery, his butt plug lying next to him as he showed off his slick, loose pink asshole to her.

"Fuck me, Jackie!" Those were the only three words the vixen needed to hear. Not wasting another moment, she rushed toward the presenting male, climbed on top of him, grabbed his shoulders, and aligned her fat, drooling tip with his pucker in the same motion. Then she thrust forward, spreading that slippery ring with a breathy, high-pitched moan. The red panda wasn't tighter than usual, but the boosted tea made her glans extra sensitive to even the slightest clench, and extra desperate for more.

"Oh fuck, you're so big and hard, Jackie. Come on, bury that fat girlcock inside…"

Yuma's voice melted into a high-pitched squeal when the vixen immediately took him up on his request. With a horny grunt, she bucked her hips forward, and she kept going until she had buried all nine inches of her schlong inside his hot, wet ass. His channel wrapped itself around her sensitive shaft like a welcoming hug and blessed her with a wave of stimulation so intense that she briefly saw stars. When she recovered from the initial rush, she found her boyfriend peering right into her eyes, begging, "Don't stop, Jackie. Keep going! Make me your fuck toy! Use me and fill me with your cum! Make me scream so hard that I forget my own name!"

The girly red panda knew exactly which buttons he had to push. Sometimes he was cocky, sometimes romantic, sometimes casual, but right now, he was slutty, submissive, and so utterly breedable that it felt like a crime not to help him out. Tightening her hug around the male, Jackie pressed her tits against his chest and locked muzzles with him in a quick, sloppy tongue kiss. Then she yanked her cock halfway out of Yuma's ass, tugging out his tight, juicy pink asshole by an inch before she slammed her rod back in with a fierce groan, again and again.

"Yes! Fuck me, Jackie!" Yuma cried out the first few times the vixen plunged her fuck meat into his girly butt. "Harder! Faster!" But before long, he lost himself in incomprehensible, but equally potent, lusty squeals and whines of pleasure. Every time Jackie bottomed out, she could feel his asshole clenching around her rod and his stiff pecker pulsing against her midriff, soaking her white belly fur with pre while a cacophony of gooey slurps and slimy smacks accompanied his cries and her moans of joy. Not to mention the heavy, meaty slaps when her fist-sized balls started smacking against Yuma's soft, fluffy buttocks.

Boosted by the tea's energy, it didn't take Jackie long to reach a frantic, forceful rutting rhythm, hammering her boyfriend with a desperation that went beyond love and passion. She was so pent-up, so mind-numbingly horny, sweating, drooling, and whining like a bitch in heat even though she was the one who was breeding Yuma like one. But while the constant onslaught of stimulation melted down her mind into lusty mush, the same aphrodisiac that fired her up made sure that she wouldn't cum anytime soon.

The vixen's overwhelming lust also made her forget that she wasn't actually alone with Yuma. Eventually, Irene reminded her of her presence as she tapped her shoulder and purred directly into her ear, "Would you mind pausing your thrusts for a moment, love?"

Irene's request, albeit so gentle, was as much a clear order for Jackie as a promise of even more pleasure and relief. With little hesitation, she stopped thrusting, raised her fluffy tail, and presented her plugged, twitching tailhole to the snow leopardess with a needy moan.

"Good girl," Irene cooed, ruffling the vixen's hair before she removed her butt plug with a wet pop. "Now loosen up for me, love."

Good girl. The feline's words echoed through Jackie's mind like an explosion, challenging and dispelling her lust-induced dominance, and she obediently pushed up her butt, extracting half of her cock from Yuma's ass to present herself even better to the grinning feline. Her reward was a dab of cool, slippery lube onto her ring. Grabbing the base of her wagging tail, Irene worked and loosened her hole with two digits, gliding them in and out of her ass in a brief but forceful finger fuck.

"There we go. That will do," the snow leopardess announced as she glided her fingers out of the vixen's butt, leaving her pucker stretched and slick. Then she knelt behind the tightly embraced couple and aligned the fat, throbbing tip of her massive pink fuck meat with Jackie's tight entrance. "Are you ready, girl?"

The vixen's heart pounded in her chest and she whined, instinctively rubbing her butt against Irene's swollen glans while she tightened her hug with Yuma. She held the male so close that she could feel his heart thumping against hers, and she looked deep into his sparkling brown eyes, realizing that she had never been more ready in her life. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Wonderful," Irene purred, gripping Jackie's hips before she thrust forward. With a wet slurp, her massive tip spread open the vixen's tailhole, stretching that sensitive pink ring the same way as Toko's cock, and claimed her ass with gentle, but determined force. Inch after inch, the snow leopardess's schlong glided inside her like a hand into a glove, rubbing against the vixen's pleasure button and soon distending her guts so much that a fat, throbbing bulge lined her abdomen. Irene also pushed her back into Yuma, making sure that Jackie bottomed out inside her subby, slutty boyfriend at the same time she bottomed out inside her.

Fourteen inches had never felt bigger to the vixen. She had been the lucky gal in the middle with Toko and Yuma before, but this time felt different. The new tea mix made it so much more intense, and where Irene groaned and Yuma whined with pleasure as their bigger partner pushed them together, Jackie burst into a resounding, high-pitched cry of bliss.

Once Irene had buried her member balls-deep inside the vixen, she bent over Jackie and hugged her from behind, pinning her and Yuma down and against each other with her huge, heavy frame. "Yes, that's a good girl. Sing for me, Jackie. Let it all out," she cooed into the vixen's ear and slipped a paw in between them to fondle Jackie's soft, sensitive breasts. "Share your beautiful voice with us."

The snow leopard was laying it on so thick that even Jackie noticed in her lust-addled state, but she felt no more confusion or discomfort about her shifted voice. Instead, she indulged her partners with another wet, girly moan of joy that grew even louder when Irene pulled back her hips and started to fuck her with slow, forceful thrusts. In and out, she made the vixen savor every single inch of her gargantuan rod as much as the immense weight of her breeding orbs against her thighs and that massive, pillowy pair of tits against her back.

That could be her soon, Jackie realized, and an excited shiver rushed through her as her lust-addled thoughts congealed around fuzzy fantasies of herself. Obviously, she would never be as tall as Irene or Toko, and neither as naturally confident and assertive, but just as beautiful and hot with ample tits, sweeping curves, a fat cock, and huge, swollen balls…

The vixen was still musing about her future changes, trying to imagine the limits of the Hornleaf tea when Yuma pulled her out of her imagination with a deep, loving kiss. Locking lips with her, he muffled her breathy, lustful song, and she eagerly indulged his offer, gliding her tongue around his in a wet, sloppy dance.

"You two are just the cutest couple. You're lucky to have a girlfriend like her, Yuma," the snow leopardess chuckled as Jackie and Yuma made out with each other with needy whines and huffs. Then she kissed the vixen's cheek and cooed, "Now sing for me some more, will you?" before she picked up her pace, turning her gentle humping into a proper pounding. 

In and out, ever faster and harder, Irene's huge, heavy nuts soon met the vixen's thighs with resounding slaps, and the thorough stretching, the intense prostate massage, and overwhelming surges of stimulation shook her entire body. She eventually broke her kiss with Yuma to howl out with mindless bliss, and her boyfriend eagerly joined her for a duet, both of them howling and squealing like needy bitches in heat.

"There we go. Good girl. Let the mall know how much you love feeling my fat cock inside you, Jackie," Irene growled, planting a few more kisses onto the vixen's cheek and neck while she groped and squeezed her tits with her paw.

"Yes!" Jackie cried out. "I love it! Harder, Irene! Fuck me harder!"

"With the greatest pleasure, love," the snow leopardess purred, kissing Jackie one more time before she wrapped her paws around the vixen's shoulders, pouring the rest of her impressive strength into the rutting. Irene almost doubled her pace once more, pumping her swollen, veiny foot of cock meat in and out of Jackie with heavy grunts, bulging muscles, and a satisfied grin on her open muzzle.

At that point, Jackie's lust-filled brain broke entirely. Failing to process the relentless onslaught of stimulation any longer, she was swept along and carried away by overwhelming pleasure. All of her remaining thoughts revolved around Irene's big, fat cock and Yuma's tight, clenching ass, the intense stretching and heavenly pounding. Her paws, interlocked with those of her boyfriend, became the only thing that anchored her mind while the rest of the world turned into a fuzzy blur, concepts of up and down no longer making sense, and her idea of time succumbing to the resounding, relentless rhythm of the feline's thrusts.

Amidst the senseless rush, one emotion in particular pierced through the vixen's hazy, lust-addled mind like a ray of sunlight through the clouds. She was happy, absolutely overjoyed beyond the basic pleasure from their carnal, senseless lovemaking, beyond getting to be Irene's eager, subby bitch and the love of her equally ecstatic boyfriend. Every single time the snow leopardess called her Jackie or a good girl, called Yuma and Toko lucky for having her as their girlfriend, her heart beat a little faster, and it didn't matter that Irene repeated herself like a broken record, it never managed to get old for the vixen. It only confirmed her more and more.

Riding high on endless pleasure and Irene's profuse praise, Jackie eagerly welcomed her orgasm as it began building inside her loins. With every thrust, the tingling grew more intense, her cries and howls wetter, hotter, and needier, and her brain even fuzzier with lust. Yet, she wasn't the first to pass the point of no return.

With a heavy growl, the snow leopardess announced, "Fuck, your ass is just too tight and perfect. Get ready, Jackie, because I'm about to cum." Then, she wrapped one paw around the vixen's tail and another around her face, hooking two fingers into the vixen's muzzle as she rammed her whole giant cock into her ass and yanked her head back against her chest.

Irene's voice swelled into a deep, guttural roar as she succumbed to her orgasm, which sent a powerful, primal shiver through Jackie's spine. At the same time, the fat, swollen bulge on her belly began to flex and pulse as hard as her bloated nuts, a diluvial torrent announcing itself with a wet, noisy gurgling.

The vixen's eyes rolled back into her head and her face melted with bliss as the first spurt of the feline's thick, gooey love spilled deep inside her. A familiar wet warmth quickly extended throughout her belly that comforted her as much as it excited her. She let out breathy squeals with every squirt that followed, eagerly sucking on the snow leopard's fingers as the heat spread further and deeper, filling her to the brim and swelling her belly.

Subjected to the full brunt of Irene's orgasm, Jackie followed her example just a few seconds later. Her lust-clouded mind unraveled into a firework of heavenly relief as she came the hardest she had ever come, unleashing all the pent-up energy from the tea in an explosive orgasm. With a rapturous cry, she clenched up around the snow leopardess's fat, flexing fuck meat, squeezing and massaging it for every drop of her hot, gooey seed. And while her own jumping, churning balls didn't yet yield the same output as her much more potent partner, they contracted all the more vigorously, making sure that her boyfriend felt every single spurt she pumped inside him.

Yuma was the last of the three to cum, and he erupted with a girly moan, "Oh fuck, Jackie, it's so hot and so much! Fill me with your cum! Give me all you got!" Together with the powerful, frantic contractions of his tight, hot ass, his orgasm made the vixen cum even harder, and his eruption was just as messy as it was noisy. 

With Jackie still sandwiched between her partners, she felt the red panda's cock twitching against her swelling belly. He painted her fur with rope after rope of his sticky seed while she nutted so much that his middle began to expand like her own. The feeling was familiar to the vixen, as Toko sometimes inflated her son first before railing Jackie on top of him, but this time, that growing bump was all thanks to her alone.

The sensation of their bellies pressing against each other, so full, heavy, and still growing with seed, broke the vixen's brain in yet another way. Squeezing Yuma's paws even harder, she spent the rest of her excessive climax in a blissed-out trance, senselessly cumming, spurting, clenching, and moaning until she had drawn every drop from Irene's gargantuan cum tanks and dumped every squirt from her balls inside her moaning, girly boyfriend.

"Phew, that was amazing," Irene sighed into Jackie's ear as her climax was the first to subside. Kissing the vixen on the cheek, she extracted her fat, swollen schlong with a wet, drawn-out slurp and a sloppy pop, leaving her partner's asshole thoroughly gaped, fluttering, and leaking a steady trickle of cum. "You two are a lot of fun."

Not much later, Yuma's climax ebbed too, and Jackie slowly recovered from her own mind-breaking orgasm as well until her brain cleared enough that she realized the glorious aftermath of their romp. "Wow, that was intense," she moaned, sluggishly pulled out of her boyfriend. "And so much. Fuck, I'm full." Breathing heavily, she looked down at her wonderfully swollen, sloshing midriff, soaked in sweat and cum, and gave it a gentle pat.

"Looking hot, Jackie," the red panda chirped, licking his lips as he grinned at the vixen. He rubbed his own slightly bloated belly. "Also, I don't think you ever filled me up this much. I love it! And I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Yuma," Jackie cooed, pulling her boyfriend into a tight, sweaty hug and kiss. Then she turned her head and beamed at Irene, "And thank you so much for the tea, the talk, and everything, Irene! You're the best! I don't know what I would've done without you!"

"You're more than welcome, beautiful," the snow leopardess replied with a warm smile. "I'm very glad to see you so happy and confident, Jackie."

"Y-yes, me too," the vixen said with a hot blush. "I… I think I really like it like this."

"Wonderful!" Irene cheered and clapped her paws together. "Anyway, how about some lunch, you two?"