Fluffy Short Novels & Stories

"Hello, I'm Dr. Scott. You must be Stella and Lawrence. Let's have a look at this little one, shall we?" We followed Dr. Scott into an examination room, where he gently coaxed Fluffy out of the carrier. He conducted a thorough examination, checking her ears, eyes, teeth, and feeling her body for any abnormalities. Fluffy purred softly through the entire process, seemingly unfazed by the attention. Dr. Scott finally stepped back, smiling. "Well, she's a bit underfed, but nothing that a proper diet won't fix. Given her baby teeth and overall size, I'd estimate she's around 12 weeks old. A real fighter, this one."

If anything, I’d like to feed her a sandwich. She sighs. “I don’t know.” “They fit perfectly.” I look up to my eye level and quickly move my head back. The black lace front of the bustier stretched across her breasts is sheer enough to be transparent, leaving two very large, round boobs inches in front of me. Chantilly was right—they’re everywhere. I take a step back as I return my gaze to Jenese’s big blue eyes. “I don’t think anyone will notice the briefs.” Jenese smiles.

Sandra said, ending at exactly five seconds. “Want a skin like mine? Try LadyFlair.” Mina, the quiet one said. “Aren’t you tired of waiting for the boys to go Gaga?” Judy winked, “Join me.” She said, holding the makeup products in front of her, with a bright smile. “True beauty exists with LadyFlair. The first fifty are free.” Paris said, sweetly, and I smiled. “Try LadyFlair and throw away your regrets.” Tenor said, throwing her hands in the air.

Marissa agreed. “You’re so cute when you get flustered.” I said with a smile, taking her in with my eyes. I loved Marissa’s pear shaped body, especially in her business woman attire of a pencil skirt and flowy blouse. She was short and curvy with a blonde pixie haircut that perfectly complemented the

Ellis’s embrace carried a chill, her usually meticulously cared-for hair looked dry, and even with makeup, her fatigue remained visible. I pushed her away. “Show some respect,” I said. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she tried to reach for me with her left hand, but I shoved her back. “What’s this? I remember this hand was in a cast not long ago. “Just a few days, and it’s healed? Or were you never really injured?”

giving me black jeans and a white printed shirt. Flo was right, my body looks much more curvier than before. The shirt isn’t loose or baggy but its neither too short or tight. The jeans were perfectly fit. ‘Wow Summer you look like a different person, i cant believe I’m doing this.’ i thought to myself. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the changing room.

On the way, I stop to the store and pickup some groceries, so my fridge isn't bare. I open my front door and Fluffy runs up to me, jumping on my red dress. "Fluffy. Stop." Putting down the groceries and running into the bedroom, I change and put on a pair of shorts and a tshirt for bed. When I come back into the living room, Fluffy is staring out the window at a bird. I put away the groceries and grab a snack, before sitting down on the couch and watching a little T.V. before bed.

"There we go, all better. You look cuter with glasses." Blushing furiously at being unintentionally flirted with, Floopy stuttered like a woodpecker's pecking and apologised rigidly, bowing so low that his ears swept the greenhouse's ground. Before Syris could stop him, the beta had escaped swiftly. For someone so short and small, he sure could run fast. The siren prince laughed at the memory of seeing a brown blur of fur dashing past him with pinkish ears. Floopy was truly adorable.

The dog let out one deep woof, and then promptly went to sleep. She’d never seen anything so ridiculous. And funny. She grinned. “Sorry about Mr. Fluffy. He tires easily. I asked the vet if there was something wrong with him, but the vet just diagnosed him as lazy. And because he’s lazy, he’s getting f-a-t.” “Fat?” A grumble came from Mr. Fluffy. “Shh.” Millie waved her hands around in the air. “He doesn’t like that word. That’s why I spelled it out.”

CHAPTER 2 I slide on pink, strawberry flavored gloss and rub my lips together. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun. One that took me an hour to get just right. A few stray pieces frame my face. I only have mascara on and my eyebrows filled in, giving me a natural look, but the gloss gives it a sexy appeal. I’m wearing a blue off the shoulder swear, showing smooth skin that smells like vanilla thanks to my lotion. I’m wearing shorts, letting my long, tan legs steal the show.