Her eyes widen as she reads

Her tail tries to flick, but it's pressed against you. She tries to get up, but her legs aren't moving properly and she just manages to squirm in place.

"Oh, one of these ideas has already caught your eye?" you ask, wrapping your arms around her so that you hands encircle her belly.

"I, um... oh wait, I just spent all night sleeping with you. Someone else..."

You stop her with a long kiss. "Do you think that's what your wives want? The same girls who wrote this list?"

She doesn't say anything in response, so you run your fingers across her fuzzy tummy. "Can't feel them yet, but they're getting bigger all the time."

That draws Bethany's attention to your hands and she puts one of hers on top of yours, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Harmony was right on the money," Kyelle says, nudging Helena.

"Yeah, but who doesn't like it when their husband holds their tummy?"

"What did you write?" asks Bethany in a near whisper.

Helena's ears twitch and she starts looking nervous.

"Come on," you encourage her. "They're all good ideas."

"Oh no!" Beth says with a little shock after reading one of the more sexual entries. A few more belly rubs and she calms down.

Helena can't meet Bethany's eyes, but she mumbles, "I, um, said you sometimes have extra milk."

You raise one hand so you can cup the underside of Beth's left breast. "Mmmm, yes, a bit heavy," you say. Bethany's ears flatten until you continue, "but that's because my very kind wife here decided she wanted to help feed our babies." As you gently brush her breast a small droplet of nearly translucent milk starts to form.

"Hmmm, I believe our children and my wives have always beat me to the punch," you comment, rolling Beth's nipple between your fingers and drawing an eager sigh from her lips. "My darling wife, can I have a taste?"

Bethany nods and her hand reaches up and draws your head to her breast. Soon the warm, sweet and almost gentle milk begins to flow. Beth doesn't let you pull away, and when her left breast is empty she pulls you over to her right breast, determined to give you every drop. Whenever you look up she's in a trance, just grinning to herself and enjoying your lips and all they're doing.

"Thank you," she whispers. After a long pause she whispers, "I liked that".

"You're such a giving person," you reply. "No wonder you love sharing your tasty bounty."

That gets her ears twitching, but Helena comes over and hugs Beth around the neck, pulling Beth's head back against Helena's chest.

Your black furred wife lets out a happy, "Mmmm," as Helena holds her gently and starts tracing Bethany's ear with a finger.

"It seems only natural that we take Doe's advice next," Lessia suggests, offering you a tray of meat rolls. The catgirls in the kitchens long ago discovered certain blends of mustards, honeys, spices and certain vegetables make for a variety of scrumptious fillings for rolled up pieces of thinly sliced meat. Every girl has her own preferences, but they almost all love these tasty treats. Bethany is no exception.

As Helena keeps cradling Beth you feed her the little rolls as breakfast on the couch. It would have been breakfast in bed, but you slept here. Lessia, a princess of the realm, happily stands there with a silver tray. Every time you select a new snack for her lover she gets a big smile. And every time Bethany allows you to feed her she relaxes even more, pressing back against Helena's bosom.

When the meal break is done you ask, "What's your next pick from the list?"

You hold it in front of her, and Bethany tries to squirm free. But Lessia leans in and kisses her, which instantly relaxes Bethany.

"We don't have to do all of them, do we?" asks Beth. "Some of them make me sound naughty."

You can't help yourself. With a grin you ask, "Oh, like this one? I think that might have been Renee's suggestion." You point to the idea of groping her bum.

"No," Lessia tells you. "That was, in fact, Alice's idea."

You slide a hand beneath Bethany's bottom. She's pretty relaxed and both Helena and Lessia are calming her. As you start to grope her fine rear end she does squirm a bit and you feel the heat of a blush radiating from her.

"That is a lovely bottom," you whisper to her.

"A fine feature," Lessia says, as if she's discussing some clothing or a play. "What good husband could resist such a gift?"

As you grope a bit harder you agree, "Yes, a gift from Bast for a wonderful catgirl and all who love her."

Bethany doesn't say very much. She lays back against Helena and her thighs spread all on their own, as if her body wants to take your attention away from her ass and redirect it to her moist folds.

But you don't need to worry about that. Lessia kisses her way down Bethany's chest, till her tongue finds its way to Bethany's pussy. Yet the princess only licks Beth lightly, driving her wild. You begin to kneed her moderately large, yet firm, ass and Bethany finally cums from that.

She's barely conscious as you carry her out to the bedroom, following the suggestion that Lessia tells you Yvonne made.

As Bethany recovers Helena and Lessia head off to find some of your other wives. As Helena says, they've had their turn - hopefully some of your other wives will be freshly finished with feeding your children in the nursery. Almost all of them get a bit frisky after playing with the kittens. As if a reminder of what comes of sex is enough to make them want more. It's not a trait you arranged for catgirls to have, but if it's true for most of them then it will be just one more reason they wind up with large families.