Heavily Pregnant Catgirl Streamer Railed by Her Female Top Donator

Corinne sank deeper into the gaming chair, the leather groaning under the full weight of her twenty-four-year-old body. Eight months pregnant, her belly was a heavy, taut dome that pushed the desk back an inch every time she shifted, skin shiny and stretched, navel popped outward. Her breasts had swollen into aching, milk-heavy mounds that leaked constantly; the thin tank top was already translucent over both dark nipples, sweet droplets rolling down the undersides and soaking into the fabric above her belly. Cat ears twitched atop her head. Her striped tail curled tight around one chair leg, the tip flicking whenever a donation chime hit.

The evening stream was almost over. She’d played for hours, standing when chat begged so they could watch the gravid curve sway, sitting again with a soft grunt when the pressure on her bladder and her perpetually swollen clit became too much. Viewers loved the way her tail lashed when she laughed. They loved the wet spots spreading on her top even more. The anonymous top donator had been especially generous tonight—another four-figure tip with the usual clipped message about the belly and the tits. For months those tips had arrived like clockwork, always paired with hungry little notes that left Corinne rubbing herself raw after she went offline.

She was mid-goodbye, one palm braced under the underside of her stomach, when the chat changed. The anonymity dropped. “It’s Tamara. Twenty-six. Your nerdy top donator. Glasses, hoodie, the whole pathetic package. I’ve been tipping because I can’t stop getting off to this stream. That round belly. Those leaking nipples. I want to come over tonight. Right now. Let me in.”

Corinne’s breath stopped. Milk beaded harder and ran in a warm line down her belly. The woman behind every massive donation, the one whose messages she’d reread while three fingers worked her soaked pussy, had just named herself and asked to walk through the door. Electric heat shot straight to her clit. Her ears flattened, then shot up. She killed the game, voice unsteady into the mic. “Tamara. Yes. Come now. I’m ending it.” She dropped the address in a private message, ended the broadcast with a shaky wave, and sat there panting, thighs pressed together, tail thrashing against the chair.

The apartment felt suddenly small. She stood, belly leading, and waddled to the mirror. The robe she shrugged on refused to close over the curve or the heavy tits; nipples glistened, a fresh trickle of milk already tracking toward her navel. Panties were ruined, clinging to swollen lips and the puffy clit that had been throbbing since the message appeared. She texted the buzzer code, then couldn’t keep her hands still. One rubbed slow circles over the taut belly, feeling how firm and full it was. The other slipped under the waistband and stroked the aching nub, slick sounds loud in the quiet room. “Get here,” she whispered, ears hot. “This pregnant body has been waiting for the woman who paid to watch it.”

Twenty minutes crawled. Every footstep in the hall made her pussy clench. When the knock finally came she was already dripping down her inner thigh.

Tamara stood in the doorway looking exactly as wrecked as her message had promised: twenty-six, glasses fogged, brown hair escaping a messy bun, oversized hoodie and jeans, shifting from foot to foot like she might come in her panties just from the sight. Her eyes locked on the open robe and the enormous belly and didn’t leave.

“Jesus,” she breathed, stepping inside so the door could shut. “I’ve jerked off to you for months. Every time you stood up on stream and that belly moved, I donated more and fucked myself harder. I need to touch it. I need to taste those nipples. I’ve been soaked since I hit send.” Her voice shook with open, nerdy hunger. “Tell me you want this. Tell me I can put my hands on that gravid body.”

Corinne let the robe fall completely. Cool air hit wet skin. “Look at me, then. Compliment every inch and then do something about it.” She took Tamara’s wrists and pressed both palms flat to the round, warm belly. “It’s heavy. Sensitive. The baby’s high and everything below is throbbing.”

Tamara groaned and stroked, fingers spreading wide, learning the taut curve, the way it firmed under pressure. “Perfect. So fucking round I can barely think. I want to rub it while I make you scream. And these—” She cupped one leaking breast, thumb rolling the swollen nipple until milk welled and spilled over her knuckle. She licked it clean, moaning. “Sweet. Lactating right into my mouth. I’ve come so many times imagining milking you while you sit on my face.” Her other hand slid lower, over the underside of the belly, until fingertips brushed the soaked panties. “Your clit is huge. I can feel it through the cloth. Pregnancy turned you into a dripping mess, didn’t it?”

“All day, every day,” Corinne panted. Her tail wrapped Tamara’s wrist, urging her closer. “Those tips made it worse. Knowing some horny nerd was out there obsessing over this body while I played. I came thinking about you more nights than I can count.” She yanked the hoodie and crushed their mouths together. The kiss was deep and messy, tongues sliding, milk and spit mixing. Corinne broke it only to beg against Tamara’s lips. “Touch me. My tits ache, my clit is so swollen it hurts, my pussy won’t stop creaming. Please, Tamara. Finger me, eat me, do whatever you’ve been donating for. I need your hands on this pregnancy-heightened body right now.”

They stumbled the short distance to the streaming couch, never breaking contact. Tamara’s fingers worked under the panties, found the puffy clit, and rubbed firm circles while her mouth stayed on Corinne’s, swallowing every whimper. “Months,” she muttered between kisses. “Months of watching that tail flick when you got flustered. I want you gushing on my tongue first. Then I’m strapping up and railing you until that belly bounces.” Corinne’s knees nearly gave. She shoved the panties down herself, stepped out of them, and dropped onto the cushions with her legs spread as wide as the belly allowed, robe gone, everything on display: glistening folds, clit standing out swollen and shiny, heavy tits leaking onto the upper curve of her stomach, tail curled tight with need.

“Then stop talking and do it,” she demanded, voice raw. “Eat this pregnant pussy. I’m begging.”

Tamara dropped to her knees between the spread thighs, glasses askew, and buried her face. The first long lick from perineum to clit made Corinne’s hips jerk and her tail slap the cushion. Tamara groaned at the taste and did it again, slower, flattening her tongue, then sealed her lips around the swollen clit and sucked hard while two fingers pushed inside the soaked, clenching channel. She curled them, stroking the front wall in time with the suction. Corinne’s nails dug into the couch. Milk sprayed in thin arcs when her back arched. “Fuck—yes—eat me. Suck that clit. It’s so sensitive I can’t—”

Tamara added a third finger, pumping steadily, the wet sounds obscene. Her free hand slid up the hanging curve of the belly, over the tight skin, and found a nipple. She pinched and rolled, milking in rhythm, sweet streams running down and pooling in Corinne’s navel before spilling sideways. Nose pressed to the underside of the belly, she licked and sucked and finger-fucked without pause, humming so the vibration shot straight through the clit. Corinne clawed harder, pushing her hips up despite the weight, chasing the mouth. “Don’t stop, you horny nerd. Make me cum on your face. I’ve been aching for this since you typed your name.”

Tamara’s tongue flicked rapid and ruthless. The fingers spread, stretching, then drove deep again. Corinne’s thighs shook. Her ears flattened flat to her skull. A broken yowl tore out of her as the orgasm hit—pussy gushing around the pumping fingers, clit pulsing against Tamara’s tongue, more milk squirting from both nipples as she pinched the free one herself. She rode it, grinding, soaking Tamara’s chin and the cushions, tail thrashing wildly until the waves finally eased into aftershocks.

Tamara lifted her slick face, glasses completely fogged, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Not finished.” She stood, shoved her jeans and panties down just far enough, and pulled the thick strap-on from the bag she’d dropped by the door. The dildo was girthy, veined, heavy. She buckled the harness fast, the base already grinding her own swollen clit. “Hands and knees. I want that massive belly hanging while I fuck you from behind. Deep doggy. Now.”

Corinne rolled, clumsy with the belly, and got onto the couch on all fours. Ass up, tail lifted high and curled out of the way, the enormous pregnant stomach hanging low and swaying. Milk dripped steadily from her tits onto the cushions beneath her. Tamara knelt behind, one hand spreading her, and rubbed the thick head through the dripping folds, coating it. Then she thrust in hard, one long stroke that buried the dildo to the hilt. Corinne screamed into the cushion, pushing back immediately. “Yes—fuck—rail me. That thick cock—deeper.”

Tamara gripped her hips and set a rough pace, hips snapping, the harness slapping Corinne’s ass with every thrust. The belly swung heavily. Each drive jolted milk from the swinging tits. “Take it,” Tamara growled, voice wrecked. “This is what all those donations bought. A horny nerd finally getting to pound this tight pregnant cunt. Look at you pushing back like you need it to breathe.” She reached around, one palm sliding under to rub firm, possessive circles over the massive belly, feeling it shift and tighten with every thrust. Her other hand found a leaking nipple and pinched hard, tugging, milking in time with the fucking so streams ran down Corinne’s arms and chest.

Corinne clawed the cushions, fabric tearing under her nails, and fucked herself backward onto the strap, meeting every rough stroke. “Harder. Wreck it. Rub my belly while you pound me—pinch them—I’m leaking all over your couch, you nerdy bitch. Don’t you dare slow down.” The wet squelch of the thick dildo plunging into her creamy pussy filled the room, mixed with the creak of the streaming couch and Tamara’s own broken moans as the base ground her clit. Tamara leaned over the curve of the belly, still thrusting deep, and switched nipples, pinching and twisting until Corinne was sobbing with pleasure, tail wrapped tight around Tamara’s thigh to pull her in harder.

“Gonna make you cum on this cock,” Tamara panted, hips slamming faster, dominating, relentless. One hand stayed splayed on the gravid belly, rubbing, squeezing the firm roundness; the other dropped to rub Corinne’s swollen clit in fast, slippery circles from underneath. “Cum while I rail you. Soak my strap. Show me how desperate this heavily pregnant catgirl gets when her top donator finally fucks her stupid.”

Corinne’s whole body locked. She shoved back desperately, taking the dildo as deep as it would go, belly pressed into Tamara’s rubbing hand, nipples spraying. “I’m cumming—fuck—cum with me—rail me through it!” Her pussy clamped and spasmed hard around the thick length, gushing, milking the toy in rhythmic pulses while she yowled and clawed and shook. Tamara drove in to the hilt and ground there, the harness mashing her own clit, and came with a sharp cry, hips jerking, still pinching and rubbing, both of them shuddering through the shared orgasm until Corinne’s arms gave and she collapsed forward, ass still up, the dildo buried, belly heaving.

Tamara didn’t ease out. She stayed deep and ground in slow, filthy circles, working the aftershocks, one hand still smearing the mix of squirt and milk across the hanging belly. She pulled her fingers through the mess, reached around, and shoved them into Corinne’s open, panting mouth. “Suck. Taste how hard you creamed while I railed this pregnant hole.” Corinne moaned and licked greedily, tongue swirling, cleaning every drop. Tamara fucked three more rough thrusts that made her whine, then yanked the glistening strap free with a wet pop. She turned Corinne’s face and slapped the cum-slick dildo against her lips. “Open. Clean every inch of your pregnant pussy off my cock, then get on your back so I can fuck that leaking tit and stuff this strap back into your sloppy cunt until you squirt all over my nerdy glasses again, you desperate, dripping donation slut.”