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Squatting Tiger, Clapping Cheeks (Tigress Twerking Butt Expansion Story)
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 15:00:15 +0000 UTCStill squatting down, Tigress furrowed her brow as she jerked her leg, desperate to push away from the middle of the room. But rather than waddle away, Tigress remained stagnant, content to arch her hips out from behind while her spine curved inward. Her arms slid down to her knees and quickly clutched her shins when her breath caught in her mouth. Tigress didn’t grab them on her own volition, and she certainly didn’t remember bending her back in further, as if her bones were twisting to fit a new frame.
The spine pushed towards where Tigress stared ahead, her tight vest loosening where solid skin once met. What once were stout flat curves grew voluptuous as Tigress’ sweatpants hugged her hips and dig up her crotch. She gnawed her lip with a gentle hiss whispering through the air, reeling from the spike in pressure overtaking her.
For someone so flexible, it’s a shock you were never curvaceous, said the voice, tsk-tsking between words. Imagine what you could look like if you redistributed that meat on your body somewhere else. Or rather, you grew some extra meat to shake.
Before Tigress could ask what her ‘consciousness’ meant by that, a weight brought her further to the floor with a few inches of space between her and the hard stone. Yet as she hovered in place not moving a muscle, that space shrunk further and further, until her backside kissed the floor below. It pressed against it gently when she rose two whole feet higher before bucking her hips away. Tigress hollered and jerked her forearms when they refused to budge, all the while her hips wiggled with a mind of their own.
It didn’t take a genius to recognize the dance, as Tigress’ skin burned and crawled forcing herself to stop. She shook her head in defiance when she reared her ass out; the villagers’ twerking dance moves memorized by heart thanks to years of involuntary studying made all the worse by her constant dribbling. Her sweatpants curved to her taut cheeks until they were practically painted onto her skin, but it wouldn’t be until Tigress’ paws moved to the back of her head against her will that her fears were confirmed by a tear across the seat of her pants, with her white svelte underwear disappearing into her ass crack.
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