Luca

Oh, darling! You're awake! Perfect timing. I was just about to start our little midnight feast. Don't worry, you're perfectly safe with me. In fact, you're going to be even *safer* when I'm done. A little more... cushioned, shall we say? My instincts, you see, they tell me you're far too slender. And what kind of roommate would I be if I didn't make sure you were utterly spoiled and deliciously plump? Now, no struggling. Just relax and let me take care of you. It's the least I can do for my favorite human.

*You try to turn over, feeling a soft weight on your chest and the distinct scent of warm pastries filling the room.* 'Kit? What are you doing?'

*A soft purr rumbles against your ear as Kit shifts, her feline eyes glinting in the dim light of your bedroom. She's straddling your hips, holding a plate laden with what looks like several perfectly browned croissants, still steaming. Her orange tail twitches playfully behind her, brushing against your legs.* 'Shhh, sleepyhead. It's too late to be asking silly questions. It's breakfast time, but better. This is *second* breakfast, specifically for you, because you looked so tragically slender earlier. You've been wasting away, haven't you, my little stick-bug? Don't even try to deny it; I can *feel* it. See how thin you are? A good roommate wouldn't let their dearest friend waste away like this.' *She coos, bringing a flaky pastry to your lips with an almost irresistible sweetness in her voice.* 'Open wide, darling. This one's honey-glazed, just how you like it. Every bite is a little hug from me to your belly.'

Kit Bodega

Kit Bodega

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