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>You sigh deeply as you scroll through your phone, waiting on your wife Millie to finish up whatever she's doing in the dressing room.

>All the physical therapy and helping her keep her muscles from atrophying has paid off.

>Millie can now get around without a wheelchair or walker, although she still needs crutches.

>Honestly you're so proud of your wife having the strength to recover from an injury doctors said she would never recover from.

>A smile crosses your face at all the progress she's made. From the vacation in the tall winter cabin where she first moved her tail, to the careful slow steps with you holding her under her arms.

>And now she only needed crutches! The doc said if this progresses, she might only need a cane or even recover to being able to walk unassisted.

>Currently however, you're at "The Flüff's Ambrosia", an anthro equivalent to Victoria's Secret, sitting in an overly plush chair in a room of deep reds and pink, waiting as Millie tries on different bras.

>"Millie, come on, you have like 10 bras at home" you groan, letting the back of your head hit the stall she's currently occupying.

>You hear the rustle of fabric and Millie groan in discomfort as she tries on new things, as some of the other female customers eye you, scrutinizing with their glares.

>"I know I have bras! I need sports bras!" comes her loud whisper from the fitting room.

>You stand and sigh patiently, then peer over the top of the fitting room door.

>Millie stands in the center of it on shaky crutches in a sports bra that is stretched to comical proportions.

>All around her are different colored bras and sports bras.

>"Need help?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at her as she struggles to pull off the much too small bra.

>She leers at you with half squinted eyes.

>"No I do NOT need help! I just need bras my size" She huffs, trying to squirm out of the bra that was clearly too small.

>As Millie wiggles and tries to get out of the bra, you hear the telltale "rrriiippp" as the poor sports bra that was trying to hold back Millie's..."tracts of land" gives way.

>"Goddammit!" Millie hisses as the unfortunate piece of fabric falls apart and away from her.

>Her breasts, now free from the bra, look as amazing as always.

>Your Wife, Millie, the 6"3' puma has what one would call an...Extravagant bust.

>In layman terms, she has huge knockers.

>You sigh as you enter the dressing room and pick up the ruined piece of clothing; adding it to a pile of ruined clothing.

>"Love, why do you need a sports bra? You've got plenty of other bras" you ask, "And you can't run yet".

>She sighs heavily, looking at the pile of bras she has destroyed.

>"W-when I use the crutches my boobs bounce too much, they kinda hurt" She starts, looking from the bras to her crutches.

>"Plus so many people stare, like for fucks sake they stare like they've never seen big boobs before" Millie sighs, pushing her breasts together for emphasis.

>You smile softly at her and pull her into a hug, feeling her breasts press against your chest.

>"Oh my Millie, so many men wish for a wife like you" you confide in her ear, gently rubbing the fur on her back.

>As you hold Millie close you hear the telltale sound of enjoyment from a big cat.

>"You have what so many women would kill for, honestly it's been like a romance novel" She whispers back to you.

>Millie's chuffs resonate through you before she straightens, pushing you away.

>"BUT! I just need to find a good size!" She states, sitting back onto the small bench provided

>You roll your eyes at her and motion to the various bras that have failed.

>"We need to custom order them love" you respond, giving a halfhearted gesture at the carnage.

>Maybe 3 bras stretched to beyond their rating, and a few torn outright

>Millie sits on the dressing room bench, looking annoyed.

>"Come on love at least we are out of the house together" you muse, grabbing an unstretched bra.

>Millie grimaces and snatches the bra from you.

>"I need at least ONE for the next few days! Please go ask for a K cup or bigger".

>You sigh but oblige, leaving the dressing room; but not before taking one last peek at your gorgeous wife.

>Millie catches your peek and throws a bra at you.

>"Go ask you creep!" she calls in halfhearted anger as you close the door to avoid being hit.

>You glance over the top of the dressing room door one last time and see Millie with a smile, one arm wrapped around her chest.

>"Love you" you say with a grin, earning an eye roll.

>"Love you too, now go ask" she responds, shooing you with her free paw.

>You linger for a moment more, drinking in her beauty before you pull yourself away, heading to the front counter.

>Behind the counter, a bored looking tigress stands looking at her phone.

>"Uh hey, excuse me" you call as you walk up to the counter, making the tigress give you an annoyed glare.

>You ignore the glare and continue.

>"Do you by chance have anything bigger than a k cup sports bra? My wife is having some issues finding a good one"

>This catches her tigress's attention.

>"Oh that puma with the huge tits? I think we have ONE her size" she says with a smirk.

>The tigress disappears into the back of the store, leaving you to wonder what the smirk was for.

>A moment later, she reappears handing you a white box with "Flüff" in gold lettering on it.

>"That should do it" she states happily, "Lemme know how it fits"

>Huh, weird but whatever.

>You head back to Millie's dressing room and peer over the door.

>Millie sits, topless, scrolling through her phone lazily.

>Goddam this woman and everything about her just...DOES it for you.

>"Hey babe, lookin' good" you say as you carefully slide into the dressing room.

>Millie doesn't even bother trying to cover herself, instead just rolling her eyes at the phone and then looking up at you.

>"Did they have something or no?" she asks, regarding you with amusement and a grin forming.

>"Yea the lady up front said to try this" you say, handing her the box.

>Millie takes the box from you and eyes it with curiosity.

>"It's a little fancy for a sports bra huh?" she asks, making you shrug.

>"She said it would fit" you answer nonchalantly.

>Millie gently pushes you with one of her foot paws.

>"Out! Out! Lemme try it!" she demands, trying to guide you out of the dressing room.

>You in turn put your hands on your hips and don't budge.

>"I've seen you naked literally hundreds of times, plus I helped you get dressed when you were in the wheelchair" you state, slightly annoyed.

>"Don't care! Go, lemme try it!" she insists, still trying to push you out of the door.

>You sigh internally and leave the dressing room as the sounds of tissue paper being tossed aside emanate from it.

>Millie gasps slightly, but you ignore it; focusing on your phone again.

>Pictures of cats acting goof never gets old.

>"Uh...babe?" Millie calls, a question mark in her voice.

>"Yea?" you respond, pocketing your phone once more and entering the dressing room swiftly, closing the door before anyone can peek inside.

>As you turn to her, you freeze and gawk at the vision before you.

>Millie is wearing a sports bra, that for sure and it DOES fit, although there is a bit of strain.

>But the thing is.... well it's borderline lingerie.

>White cups barely cover her nipples, leaving the tops of her areolas visible while Fishnets span across her entire cleavage.

>It holds her massive bust just barely, a bit of her breasts spilling over.

>"D-do you like it love?" Millie asks, consternation crossing her face as she looks at you.

>"Uh Y-Yes! You- err - I mean - it looks amazing! Uh, you also look amazing!" you sputter, words tripping over themselves in your mouth.

>Millie looks you over and her look goes from concerned to predatory.

>"Ohhhh I look amazing do I? Can you prove it?" she boasts, bouncing her breasts on each word.

>"God this woman is beautiful" is all you can think as you step closer to her.

>Still seated on the little bench the dressing room has, Millie reaches to you, her paws catching your hands.

>"Love? Do you mean it?" she asks a little more concerned this time.

>Gently you guide one of her paws to your crotch, where your fully erect member meets her paw.

>Mille gasps and rubs at your pants softly, her free paw coming to her mouth in surprise.

>"I-I did that? Just from you looking at me" she whispers, her paw rubbing up and down your shaft through your pants.

>You simply nod, then bend down and kiss her, letting her long tongue slip into your mouth while you do the same.

>Her tongue is rough, but not like any feral cats; instead having bumps instead of barbs.

>You break the kiss and gaze into her robin egg blue eyes, full of trust and want.

>"Millie, you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on" you confess, rubbing your fingers through her fur.

>Millie's tail swishes behind her lazily as she gazes up at you.

>"And you're the most handsome and sexy man" She whispers, still rubbing her paws absentmindedly on your shaft.

>Once more you kiss her softly, savoring the deep chuffs you wife makes in her enjoyment.

>You gasp a bit in surprise as one of her paws slips into your pants and being stroking your member.

>"W-wait, not here lo-" you whisper, only for her to pull you down again in another kiss.

>"HERE" She whispers firmly, shaking her breasts side to side to make them jiggle.

>"I want you now!" she whispers, pulling your pants down just enough to let your member free.

>Before you can even react, she pulls you closer and licks the head of your shaft, sending shivers down your spine.

>"Mmmmmm" she purrs as she takes your length into her mouth, careful of her sharp teeth.

>"Ooooohhh god that feels good" you gasp as Millie's tongue wraps around your shaft and she begins bobbing her head back and forth, each time moving her head a little further down.

>One of her large paws rests on your lower back and she pulls you closer until your entire length is in the mouth and throat.

>The texture of her tongue rubs up and down your shaft, the warmth and wetness of her mouth is a silken loveliness that envelops you.

>Her blue eyes gaze up to you, as she holds her head down, continuing to lick your member in her mouth as she gives you a seductive wink.

>It's blissful torture as she begins to bob her head once more, each time taking your full length and causing her huge breasts to bounce and jiggle.

>They look a bit neglected as they sway seductively, so you grab one in each hand and give them a firm squeeze together, earning a throaty moan from Millie.

>"Ohhh you like that babe?" you whisper, letting her melon sized breasts free once more then squeezing them back together.

>"Mmmhmmm" She purrs, sending a rumbling up your shaft and spine.

>She opens her mouth and slowly, sensually and tortuously licks your length, slowly tonguing from base to tip.

>"You Always love my huge tits don't you love?" Millie cooes, squeezing them together with her arms.

>"Of course my love" you reply in a hushed whisper, groping them softly.

>"Mmmm how 'bout I do this" she purrs as she slips your wet shaft under the sports bra and in between her boobs.

>"Ohhh yeaaa" you groan as your begin to pump them slowly around your throbbing member, only for her to push your hands away.

>"Hands off" She moans as she folds her arms under her breasts and pulls them together.

>Her saliva is the perfect lube as she pumps her tits up and down, the warm fleshy prison of her cleavage sending waves of pleasure through you.

>You put your hands on her shoulders and she gazes up at you longingly, her eyes locked on yours as she licks her lips.

>"MMM give it to me baby, please" she moans, her tits hitting your pelvis with muffled sounds of impact.

>You can feel your limit approaching as you hear those words but all you can do is groan from the sheer ecstasy that is your wife's torture.

>"Ohhh Babe, I can feel you throbbing, do you wanna cum for me" Millie purrs, her tongue snaking out to gently lick the head of your shaft.

>"I-i I'm gonna" you groan as quietly as you can, your hands half guiding Millie's motion, half supporting you.

>As soon as you mutter those words, Millie takes just the head of your member into her mouth as she continues pumping her tits, her eyes on you once more.

>"C-cumming" you rasp out as you release you love into her mouth earning a satisfied "Mmmmm"

>Millie keeps the tip in her mouth, gently sucking while her tongue caresses further, making your legs shudder.

>After a moment, she lets the tip of your shaft out of her mouth and gives it one final lick.

>"Mmmmm good baby" She purrs, her paws tracing against your chest.

>"Really good" you choke out as your slide you sensitive member out from under her bra.

>The look of satisfaction on Millie's muzzle would win beauty pageants.

>"I-i think we should buy that bra" you stammer, trying to collect yourself as you correct your pants.

>Millie gives you a wide predatory smile as she runs her tongue over her teeth.

>"Yes we should, and when we get home, you're ALL mine" she purrs, rubbing a paw down your leg.

>It would be scary if she wasn't so sexy.

>And for sure, next time Millie has technical difficulties with her wardrobe you aren't going to complain.