Num-Nums

Faith's face lit up with excitement at the prospect of new toys! But at the same time her tummy rumbled loudly enough that even the viewers at home could hear just how hungry she was. The sight of her new mommy's milk-engorged breasts fixated her gaze as if she was in a trance, drool dribbling down her chin as she licked her lips. She made a grabbing motion at the lioness's rack, eliciting a laugh from her. "Num-Nums it is then! But first..." She looked over to Thomas and Clarissa with a predatory glare and a wide smile. "I think we should make sure your baby sisters aren't hungry. They're so much younger than you, after all, don't even have their fur yet!"

Thomas began to back away with his camera still pointed squarely at the two feline pamper packers, the mother getting ever closer (her hand *finally* out of her diaper, which meant to Thomas that this footage would not have to be censored and thus was valuable) while Faith stood there, distracted by her rattle once more and giggling to herself. Every nerve in his body was telling him to just drop it and bolt, but professionally he wanted to get as much footage as he possibly could. Clarissa's professional ambitions were very much outweighed by her survival instinct - she had already dropped the boom-mic and was rushing over to the van.

This was the wrong move. Thomas was in the perfect position to get a good sweeping view of the lioness suddenly breaking into a sprint and pouncing her prey, pinning Clarissa to the ground. "Thomas! Put the damn camera down and help me!" She screamed, flailing against the cat woman's advances. Once again the camera zoomed in on the action, getting a good shot of the lioness's long slobbery tongue being dragged across Clarissa's face. She grimaced at the sensation of cat slobber before her entire body was enveloped in a pink glow. Just like Faith she became much more feline, this time a house cat, her colorful clothes melting into her body and making up the patterns in her new fur. A diaper *poofed* around her waist, relatively thin at first, but quickly ballooning in size as the new baby began to let loose a flood of fresh pee into her padding. It wasn't decorated particularly extravagantly, mostly just a plain white diaper, but the landing strip featured the upper half of a cartoonish cat's face peeking over the bottom of the strip, and it swelled much more than a typical diaper to the point that it could be mistaken for a water balloon of sorts once Clarissa's accident concluded.

Mommy cuddled with Clarissa there on the ground, the kitten blowing spit bubbles and kicking her feet weakly as she babbled. Thomas panned over to her face, mentally noting to himself that she was more like a newborn than Faith, getting a real good look at the absolute nothing that could be found behind her eyes. He felt a finger tap against his shoulder and looked back to see Faith mere inches away from his face. Before he could respond she had already wrapped his cheeks in her fuzzy paws and locked lips, her tongue snaking its way into his mouth and wrapping around his own, swapping spit and enchanting him with the same pink glow as Clarissa.

Thomas turned out to be quite the cute tom-cat, his stocky build retained but now with the addition of stripey grey fluff making him out to be all the bigger. Of course, calling him 'him' might be a stretch with the new breasts now adorning his chest, but perhaps one would notice the particularly large tent in her new diaper (a white and grey pamper with fish bones and trash cans marking whether or not it was clean or wet) before those and make an assumption. She utilized this enhanced appendage to great effect, grinding against Faith's soggy diaper whilst the two continued their sloppy, slobbery make-out. Back when Thomas, now Thomathy, was a silly boy she never could last long in bed; it stands to reason that the same still applied now that she was an overgrown tom cat toddler, and it didn't take long for her to have a sticky 'accident' that coated the front of her pampers while her lips were still locked with her new sister's.

Faith reared her head back and looked straight into Thomathy's eyes, her tongue peeking out from betwixt her lips in a 'blep' fashion. "Num-Nums?" She offered, taking the tom cat's hand and beginning to walk over to their mother, who was just finishing up Clarissa's feeding with a good burping. Thomathy looked ahead with eager anticipation, her own maw now dripping with drool, and she just couldn't help herself from getting a pre-feeding 'snack'. She reached down into her own diaper and grabbed herself a paw-full of sticky white goo, licking her own cum off of her palm as she toddled over to mommy with Faith.

"There you two girls are!" The lioness said, effortlessly lifting Clarissa off of her lap and onto the pavement to play with her feet, making room for the hungry kittens. They both curled up in her lap and wrapped their arms around her neck, Thomathy making a bit of a mess as her sticky palm made contact with mommy's fur (wouldn't be the first time a baby has had sticky hands~), and she herself cradled them in her powerful limbs and ensured their padded bottoms were well supported as they latched onto her nipples and began to suckle the sweet, sweet milk.