“Second, your first order is to take care of your mistress’ ‘needs’.” She told him. As Mirage’s slave, all Aladdin would be doing is tending to her needs, but even if he wasn’t already naked, he’d have to be an idiot to miss the obvious insinuation his mistress just gave him.

“Don’t look so surprised Aladdin. Even someone as powerful as me still needs her world rocked every now and then. However, ever since I became so fat, it feels as though my libido has grown along with my body. Before you arrived, I spared the last human left alive in this city, deciding to feed him to another cat.” Mirage grinned. She licked her lips, not wetly and loudly with hunger, but with a slow and sultry pace, once more telling Aladdin that she could swallow with more than just her mouth. Whoever that poor soul was, Aladdin hoped his demise was quick, since he might be next.

Of all the reasons why being Mirage’s slave was a terrible fate, this to Aladdin was by far the worst. It was bad enough that he now had to devote his entire life to this evil sorceress, but now he had to cheat on Jasmine to?! No, he thought, never! Once more unfortunately, his mind kept on drawing blanks on how to escape. He did however nervously and absentmindedly back up a few steps, which Mirage just laughed at.

“Oh relax Aladdin; this is hardly a frightening assignment. In fact, I guarantee you that only pleasure awaits you.” Aladdin just stared at her. Her devious smirk remained constant, but somehow, it began to look softer to the former street rat. Even her hungry eyes somehow started to gaze at him with a tenderness as well as lust. Aladdin thought he was seeing things, especially when he saw Mirage crawl towards him.

Well, crawl was a poor description, more like waddling on her belly. He didn’t think it was possible, but somehow Mirage, as massive as she was, lied down on her belly, and her trunk-like legs, as stubby and blubber coated as they were, were still able to propel her body forward. Even the immense pillars of flab her arms had become aided her movement; her thick paws inching closer and closer to Aladdin. It was a sight to behold as Mirage still moved with the same grace of a normal cat, though why someone who walked on two legs did this escaped Aladdin’s mind. He didn’t dwell on it though, too caught up in staring at her giant blubber buns bouncing up and down every time she moved her legs. They loudly smacked against each other every time, and it looked like they could jiggle forever.

What Aladdin didn’t know about Mirage was that as a cat, she could get very playful when she was feeling frisky. Being in heat, her loins were telling her to present herself in a manner that was sexy as well as cute to appear attractive on every level to the one she was about to mate with. Cute was not something Mirage preferred to consider herself as, and she’d sooner kill Aladdin than have him call her that. Sexy, smoking, irresistible, those were words she preferred to use. Right now though, with the way she was feeling, playing herself off as a cute and playful pussy as well felt fun.

Aladdin just watched as the furry blob on the floor reached him, actually Meowing once before so and even making that sounded perverted. As he flinched again though, he felt his mistress stroke her chubby cheek against his leg. Aladdin just stood there and felt the soft fat against his skin, unable to believe this was really happening. Even more outrageous, Mirage started purring! She did that for a while before she started crawling around him, while still rubbing herself up against him. She encircled him like a hungry shark did her prey, all the while still Meowing and Mewling like a kitten. Also, her behemoth butt cheeks reached up to his waist, and every time they passed by, Mirage made sure to stroke his crotch with them, while giving a final flick with her tail until the next go around.

Aladdin was finding it hard to believe that this was the same conniving villainess he’d fought before. Sure she looked like she wanted to rut, but somehow she looked and sounded adorable and trustworthy at the same time, and for a split second, Aladdin wondered, would it really be so bad being her slave? The moment was however ruined when Mirage said “Think of this as payment for a good job in the future Aladdin. I can promise you nothing but pleasure if you serve me well. Even better, this also benefits my beautiful belly and the rest of my body as well, as sex always makes me hungry.”

Immediately Aladdin stepped back, now looking at his mistress with nothing but rage. What he thinking? Mirage was twisted in every sense of the word, able to pervert anything tempting and good like when she tried to turn Jasmine into a poisonous serpent and he had to tell her that “So what, a couple rounds with me and you get eat another city? No deal.”

His act of defiance alone enraged Mirage and she hissed at her disobedient slave. Aladdin stood his ground like a fool, ready to see if there was even a slim chance the not so slim Mirage’s threats were shallow. If she truly wanted to fuck him as bad as she said she did, then would she really eat him? Apparently not, because as soon as she stood, Aladdin saw that walking lump of feline fat hurl herself at him!

Like a bowling pin, Aladdin was toppled by the big round ball. He only had a second to feel his back it the ground all of Mirage’s weight slammed onto him. A great tremor shook the whole room as Aladdin vanished underneath the fattened feline, her girth completely swallowing him up as it pulverized him. Mirage cackled while her body wobbled to and fro as she came to rest on top of her slave.

She didn’t stop there as she followed the jiggles by rocking her body back and forth to thoroughly pound and squish her slave all over. So much blubber was on her body and it moved like water, creating waves and ripples of flab up and down her form. Mirage could imagine Aladdin’s pain, but to her, this was taking it easy. He’d get out of this with a few bruises, but she could have easily broken some bones. Heck, out of all the ones she could crush him, her mind then thought of one way she knew she had to do later on, and that was sit on him. Her ass was as putrid as it was heavy. She could have him completely in her crack if she wanted to.

As Mirage had her fun, she wondered if her little slave would be more cooperative and get to see the fun and frisky Mirage again, or if he was going to keep being a fool and make her stay on top. Either way, her rubbing had gotten him hard.