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Kyle "Full Power" Powell was good at a lot of things. He could hurl a pass down the field with pinpoint accuracy, shoot hoops like a pro, and shotgun a beer with nary a drop wasted. Talent scouts were already eyeing him up in his senior year of high school. The dalmatian had a very bright future ahead of him if he could stay out of trouble.

His father often said that he was as "all-American" as it got, while his fellow students admired and resented him in equal measure. He could bed any cheerleader, woo any prom queen, and even flirt with one or two teachers while getting away with it. Every one of his romantic conquests had nothing but praise for his prowess in bed.

Unfortunately, there were some things that Kyle emphatically wasn't good at. His academic performance was mostly acceptable, but he was far from a good student. He tended to get by with paying attention in class and the occasional study session with friends, but his grades were slipping in several areas. Math was particularly difficult for him. If he didn't get his act together soon, he'd be in serious trouble with his parents and might even be kicked off the football team come spring. It was such an unthinkable travesty that it called for the most drastic action possible.

Kyle didn't think of himself as a very smart person, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that hanging out with his bros and flipping through a few pages of the math textbook while chatting about girls and sports wouldn't fix the problem this time. Many of them were failing too, and had even less motivation to fix things. He would need to reach outside of his normal social group.

That was how he met Abby Winters. Abby was a tawny cat with faint stripes along her back, thick glasses, and a very shy disposition. Whenever a curve was set for any math class it was usually her doing. The brilliant girl rarely drew attention to herself, content to sit in the back and mind her own business while lesser minds struggled to make sense of the lessons. If Kyle wanted the smartest tutor he could find, one with a flexible schedule and lots of patience, then she was the perfect choice.

Unfortunately, things weren't working out the way he'd wanted. There was no doubt that Abby knew the material backwards and forwards. The problem was that, while she was probably the smartest girl in school, she was definitely the fattest. It was unpleasant being so close to her, and Kyle imagined that he could hear her arteries hardening minute by minute. Her diet surely consisted of nothing but pizza and donuts. The very idea of someone letting themselves go like that disgusted him out to no end.

That wasn't to say that Abby had poor hygiene by any stretch. Kyle's nose was very sensitive, and he wouldn't have picked her if her scent offended him. He could smell her shampoo, the body wash she'd used that morning, and the detergent on her clothes, but no nasty body odor. Some of the cheerleaders actually smelled worse, partly due to all the perfume they tended to use. The scent that really distracted him, however, wasn't coming from Abby's soap. It was the product of her heat.

Both of them were struggling to control themselves. Kyle found himself getting annoyed with the tubby feline, and wondered why she didn't just used a heat suppressant like other girls. They'd handed the damned things out in health class for heaven's sake! His body was already responding to it and they'd only been working for about ten minutes! This was going to be a miserable tutoring session, and he didn't relish the thought of doing it all over again tomorrow.

As time went on, Abby became increasingly restless. They were sitting in his bedroom, and his scent was having a serious effect on her. His powerful sense of smell told him that she was desperate. Had he picked up on that from one of his occasional girlfriends at a house party, he might have asked them to slip off somewhere private and have some fun. Now, however, all he could do was grit his teeth and try to struggle through.

For all the things that he was good at, self control was another of Kyle's faults. He lasted a whole hour, which was pretty good by his reckoning. Eventually the pent-up urges and constant aching in his balls became too much to handle. "I can't stand this," he said, pushing his book away and sighing as he put his head in his hands. "I feel like I'm about to fucking explode. Look, Abby, I...I don't mean any offense, but why didn't you just ask to reschedule?"

Abby shyly stared down at her lap. "Is it really that noticeable?" she mumbled.

"Of course it's noticeable! God damn it, don't they make pills and shit for that?"

"I'm allergic," she said. "I-I'm sorry."

Already her eyes were starting to fill with tears, and Kyle felt a pang of guilt run through him. He wanted to stay mad at her, but it was awfully hard to feel justified after making a girl cry. "God damn it," he muttered again. "Look, don't...don't do that. You can just take care of it if you want. I'll wait."

Abby looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. She sniffled and reached up to wipe her face. "Take care of it?"

For a few seconds they stared at each other in silence. "You're kidding," Kyle finally said. "You know, give yourself a little relief?" He made a fist and mimed pumping his cock. "They say it helps a girl's body calm down. I don't mind. The bathroom's right down the hall. While you're doing that, I'll take care of my own problem and we can get back to studying."

It was a perfectly sensible suggestion, Kyle thought. Getting the sexual frustration out of the way was something he'd done more than once while trying to focus on homework. Abby apparently didn't think so, however, because she was quickly turning the exact same color as her pink highlighter. This clearly wasn't going to get them anywhere. Kyle groaned and rubbed his eyes. Why did this fat nerd have to be so repressed? How could someone so smart also be so naive?

"Listen, you've got two option," Kyle said. "Go take care of it or go home. It's driving you crazy, it's driving me crazy, and it's going to make studying impossible." He snorted, grossing himself out a little with the next thought that came to mind. "That, or at this rate we'll actually end up doing something about it together."

"Okay." Abby caught Kyle's eye and bit her lip. "I mean...yes. I-If that's what you want."

Oh, shit. Kyle felt like the bottom of his stomach had dropped out. Had Abby actually taken him seriously? How was he going to turn her down without making her cry again? He tried to consider his options rationally, but eventually the internal struggle was resolved when his dick reminded him that it wanted attention like an impatient dog.

Was there really any harm in it? Yeah, she was a total fatass, but she was going out of her way to help him. She hadn't even asked for money. He owed her, and a good fuck seemed like fair payment. She was also a bit of a loner, so nobody would believe her if word got out. "Fuck it," the dalmatian muttered. "Let's do it. Just one thing, alright? You can't ever tell anyone about this. Ever. Swear on your life that you won't."

Abby promised, and Kyle stood up from the desk. He pulled his shirt off and waited patiently for her to join him in undressing. It was hard not to imagine the damage this could do to his reputation if anyone found out, but she seemed trustworthy enough. Besides, what were people going to do? Take away his chance at a scholarship for fucking a fat girl?

It was hard to take pleasure in her reaction as he undressed. Kyle was used to getting praise from girls his age, and he saw very little about her to compliment in return. Abby had a cute face, but that was all the praise he could muster for her. "Go on and lie down," he said. "Is this your first time?"

Abby shook her head. Thank god for that. Kyle had heard from some of his older friends that girls tended to place an inordinate amount of importance on losing their virginity. The last thing he wanted was a clingy girl guilt-tripping him into spending more time with her.

Seeing the way that her body jiggled with every movement made Kyle wince. He was fairly certain she'd kill him if he let her on top. "You don't have to be nervous," he said. "This is just for fun, right? We're only letting off a bit of steam." Abby nodded while he reached into his bedside table. They were different species, so the chances of getting her pregnant were slim at best, but he wanted to be careful.

After he'd slipped on a condom, Kyle got to work on his partner. He didn't need to do much to get her ready. Abby's heat made her very eager, and her pussy was absolutely sopping wet. After a little finger play, he pressed his tip against her plump pussy and gave her a questioning look. "G-Go on," the kitty murmured, and for a brief moment she looked unbelievably cute.

Her deep blue eyes met his, and Kyle nodded. He pushed forward with his hips, driving his cock into her and gasping at how tight she was. Was that because she didn't get as much action as his usual partners? Maybe she was just built that way naturally. Either way, he was glad that this wasn't going to be a total loss. He closed his eyes and pictured in his mind a curvy volleyball player he'd had his eye on for a few months.

To Kyle this felt like a new low, but he couldn't deny that Abby had her charms. She held him tightly, but her arms were so soft that it was like being gripped by an affectionate body pillow. Her whole body rippled and jiggled with every thrust. His hands gripped her hips, sinking into the flesh and almost disappearing. Against his expectations she felt...good. _Really_good, as a matter of fact. Abby's voice and her constant squirming made it impossible to hold someone else's image in his mind, but soon it didn't matter. Kyle actually started to enjoy himself, though he was loathe to admit it.

Abby climaxed first. She squealed and wrapped her hips around Kyle's waist, her whole body trembling in his arms. She kissed him once her orgasm had subsided, and Kyle was forced to taste her tongue as it slithered into his mouth. He wanted to chastise her, but it seemed cruel to say anything just then. There was a lot of affection in that kiss. Kyle wasn't used to feeling that.

They hadn't been at it for more than a few minutes, and he felt rather annoyed that she hadn't been able to hold out long enough for him to satisfy himself. He needn't have worried, however, as she happily took matters into her own paws. To his surprise, Abby rolled them both over and put him on his back. "What are you...?" Kyle was silenced as her lips pressed against his again. The catgirl murmured sweetly into his mouth. She knew that he hadn't cum yet, and was determined to do something about it. It was considerate of her, and something his normal partners wouldn't have done.

The first time she bounced in his lap, Kyle thought his hips were going to dislocate. He watched her breasts and belly jiggle, and that enormous ass rubbed against his balls when she bottomed out. He let out a loud groan, equal parts discomfort and pleasure. Abby was heavier than his last two partners put together, but the way that her huge rump wobbled against his lap drove him crazy.

It didn't take long for Kyle to climax as well. He squeezed Abby until she could hardly breathe, moaning as his knot slipped inside and trapped them together. He hadn't meant for that to happen, but with her immense weight pressing down on him there wasn't much he could do to stop it. He hugged her and shivered as his balls twitched, pumping a thick load of cum into the condom.

The inevitable awkward afterglow settled over them. Kyle was reluctant to hold the chubby cat, but he didn't have much choice now that they were stuck together. He didn't want to look at her, let alone touch her. Now that the post-orgasm clarity was settling in on him, he felt disgusted with himself for violating his standards so badly.

"I really liked that," Abby said after a few minutes. Her fat body was warm and soft, perfect for cuddling. "I-I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that before."

Kyle shrugged. "Me neither," he said, which was true in a sense. This was definitely the first load he'd ever shot that would haunt his dreams.

"It's really nice to be stuck together like this," she continued. "They don't normally show this part in porn."

Kyle snorted and tried not to look at her. Why was he not surprised that the world's biggest nerd watched a lot of porn? She probably loved anime and shit, too. God, what was he going to do if she started talking his ear off about that stuff now? Apart from die of shame, obviously.

To his great surprise, Abby didn't ruin the moment any further. They parted once they were able, and he tossed the condom in the garbage. A few minutes later they were all cleaned up and ready to continue with the lesson. "Remember what you promised," Kyle said as they got back into it. "Not a word of this to anyone, ever. I'm fucking serious."

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Kyle was able to squeak by on his next math test with a passing grade. He was relieved, but not out of the woods by any stretch. He needed more tutoring, but it killed him to ask Abby for help again. He was plenty busy with basketball practice and studying for his other classes, and for a while that gave him all the excuse he needed to avoid her. Near the end of the semester, however, he realized that the next big test was going to completely break his grade if he wasn't careful.

Time to bite the bullet. Kyle cornered his biggest regret after final period, waiting until the other students had moved on to talk to her. It wouldn't be good to be seen together. Unfortunately, when he asked for help, she had an unpleasant surprise for him. "I'll be in heat again that night," Abby whispered, her voice so low that it was nothing but a pathetic squeak.

"You're fucking kidding me!" Kyle snapped, but then glanced around nervously to make sure nobody was nearby. He continued in a whisper of his own. "You were in heat last time!"

"Cats have a breeding season that's almost year round," she explained. "We aren't like dogs. Um, d-do you want to just do it another night? It should only last a week or so."

The dalmatian leaned pensively against her locker and groaned. "I can't. The test is less than a week away. Let's just...leave the windows open this time. Shower before you come, too."

Abby nodded and zipped up her backpack. "If you're sure that you want to. Don't get me wrong, last time was-" She squealed as Kyle pounded on the locker with his fist. "Sorry! I'm...I'm sorry. Not a word!"

Seeing the way she jumped made the dalmatian feel guilty. He considered apologizing, but changed his mind at the last moment. She'd made a promise, after all, and had nearly broken it just then. Even if there was nobody else around to hear it, that was a serious problem for him.

The long-dreaded tutoring session soon arrived. Kyle wasn't looking forward to it, but he was sure he'd be able to control himself this time. Without that annoying scent in the air he knew he'd have nothing to worry about. They could study in peace, say their goodbyes, and he wouldn't wind up fucking a fat chick again just because his libido got the better of him.

It was pouring down rain when Abby arrived at his house. Kyle was in a foul mood, made worse by the tiny hint of perfume she'd applied before coming over. It pissed him off that she not only knew what her scent did to him, but was trying to smell _more_appealing on top of it all.

His anger made it easier to resist her tonight. They made it thirty whole minutes before he finally snapped again. He told himself that it wasn't his fault, that he was just a hormonal teenager being subjected to a stud's kryptonite, but the truth was that he desperately wanted to fuck her again. Kyle hadn't gotten laid in almost a month, and he knew that Abby was the easiest of easy targets. Was it wrong to think of her that way? Probably, but he didn't care.

After half an hour the dalmatian pushed his chair away from the desk and sighed. "I give up. I can't take this anymore. Let's just...get this over with and never speak about it again."

Abby looked crushed, and Kyle fought the urge to roll his eyes. Why did the smartest girl in school have to be such a crybaby? "Was I really that bad before?" she asked. "I mean...you said you enjoyed it."

As much as he tried to ignore it, Kyle's conscience started to bother him once again. "You weren't," he said a little too quickly. "I just mean that we have work to do. We won't get anything done if we're all worked up like this."

Abby wasn't buying it. "I'm not stupid, you know," she muttered. "You don't have to pretend. I know I'm not your type."

Kyle didn't think it was possible to feel less comfortable than he did right at that moment. "Yeah," he admitted. "I guess not. No point in hiding it, is there?" He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of what to say next. "Sorry if I hurt your feelings. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Abby cleared her throat and still refused to look at him. "Can...can you do that thing with your fingers again?"

He could, and he did. Kyle took a grim pleasure in seeing Abby arch her back and moan. He was glad to see that his skills in bed were as sharp as ever, even if he was using them to please a girl he'd been so desperate to avoid. He drove her close to a climax, keeping her danging on the edge for a while before finally stopping just short of it.

Abby wanted it from behind this time. It meant that they didn't have to look at each other, which was perfectly fine with her partner. Kyle took her doggy-style at first, his hips slapping against her fat backside and driving ripples across her soft cheeks with every thrust. He took the opportunity to grab one, and his whole hand almost disappeared into her plush ass. "You're really fucking soft," he grunted, and there was almost a tone of appreciation in his voice. Almost, but not quite. He still felt the urge to suggest going on a diet, but didn't because he didn't want to see her cry again.

Once more, the fat cat rode him after her first orgasm. It seemed like one was never enough for her, which was a quality he really enjoyed in a girl. Every time she bounced on his lap her whole body jiggled like a water balloon. It was quite a sight, in a train-wreck sort of way. "Don't take the knot," he moaned as the base of his cock began to swell up. "H-Hey...stop. Stop! Don't take the-"

Too late. Abby sat down hard one last time, her huge butt contouring to Kyle's lap as his knot was forced inside of her. She cried out, trembling as she came again, before lying back atop him to catch her breath. The dalmatian could hardly breathe, so he carefully rolled onto his side. Now only one arm was pinned beneath her. It would be an acceptable sacrifice if he had to cut it off to escape. "God damn it," he grunted. "Now we're fucking stuck here again."

"I don't mind," Abby purred. She began to purr in a more literal sense, loudly expressing her happiness. She squirmed back against him, and he was helpless to stop her. "I like lying together like this."

"Most girls don't," Kyle said. "They get bored, and there's nothing to talk about with them." He felt her draw in a breath to respond, and cut her off immediately. "No, that doesn't mean I want to talk to you."

By the time his knot softened enough to pull out, Kyle had felt up most of Abby's body in silence. She didn't try to stop him, though every now and then she made an embarrassed little squeak as he touched something sensitive. After he pulled out and tossed the condom away, Abby noticed that he was hard again. She stammered something under her breath, so nervous that he had to demand she repeat herself half a dozen times before she could finally get it out; she wanted to go again.

Against Kyle's better judgment, they did. He was rather pissed when she took the knot again, but at least they had the presence of mind to take the textbook to bed with them this time. Studying with a girl in his arms wasn't something he'd ever tried before, but it was surprisingly enjoyable.