my contribution to March needs mom lead by Dangercat

A little context written by Wrenzephyr

Chess adjusted her skirt a bit before knocking on the front door of a cozy little home. After a few seconds a curvy blonde woman opened the door, a long fluffy cat tail flicking curiously,

“Yes? May I help you?” The cat woman purred, her full lips parting into a motherly smile.

“Oh! Uhm, sorry I was supposed to meet up with Dangercat... about some kind of... collaboration idea or... something?” The young witch blushed, trying not to stare at the woman’s mature curves.

“Ooh! You’re a guest! Please come in, I was just sharing a little recipe with my friend Wrennifer, the poor dear is a positive disaster in the kitchen,” she chuckled as she guided Chess inside the house. The scent of chocolate wafted through the air as Chess was brought into a living room where another woman sat. She wore spandex yoga pants that clung a little too tightly to her motherly hips and a tank top that showed a bit too much cleavage for her age.

The mom with short brown hair sat with a half eaten brownie on a plate in her lap. She looked up, “who’s this, Danger?” She spoke curiously, but respectful of the hostess.

“Oh this is a new friend who’d like to try one of my brownies, I told you they were delicious!” Danger cooed heading to the kitchen after Chess was guided to a chair.

“I never said they weren’t good,” the brunette huffed taking another bite of the brownie, “I’m just saying if you keep making sweets we’re all going to get fat,” she frowned as a laugh came from the kitchen.

“You KNOW,” Danger purred walking back into the room and handing a plate to Chess, “you could always cook for yourself instead,” she smiled watching Chess take a bite, “I’m sure I can find a cookbook for you to borrow”

Chess was surprised by how delicious the brownie was. The chocolate melted in her mouth and a hint of caramel danced over her tastebuds with each bite. She took another bite, unaware that her hair was growing longer and her clothes were feeling a little tight.

“You know I’m no good with that... homemaker stuff,” Wrennifer sighed exasperated as she took another bite of brownie, her body looking a little thicker in the hips and chest, “besides, you’re sooooo much better at it than me,” she put on her best, complimentary smile.

Chess was nearly halfway done with the brownie and her clothes started to feel funny. They weren’t tight, not in a pinching way, but her pleated skirt had tightened to hug her growing hips and ass, a sensible pencil skirt that accented her growing motherly form. Her top began to push out against her growing bosom, a slight bounce as she giggled seeing Wrennifer’s look of horror as Danger handed her a cookbook.

“Seriously, Danger,” Wrennifer whimpered, “I’m no good at that stuff,” her tone seemed more demure as her once short hair was now shoulder length and her tank top looked to have grown into a slightly looser, longer shirt... which was good since her breasts seemed to have grown a full cup size.

Chess continued eating her brownie, unaware of her ongoing changes, her stocking turning to dark pantyhose, nor her thong and bra becoming high-end black lace lingerie. The young woman seemed to have gained a decade of age as she politely wiped her sensibly lipsticked lips, making sure to dab as to avoid smudging.

“Oh my, well these don’t seem too terrible...” Wrennifer spoke as she fiddled with a tress of her long hair, “a simple casserole would be just lovely for my hubby...” she smiled, straightening her vintage dress and apron with a pristinely white gloved hand.

“I knew you’d come around,” Danger purred as she took Wrennifer’s now empty plate. She turned to Chesshire with a catty smile, “better finish up soon dear,” she cooed as Chess took another bite, “I’m excited to teach you both the NEXT recipe...”