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Opening the door from the garage felt like being blasted with an arctic wind. Anon pushed forward into the cold living room, a rolling bag half as large as him in tow. Rebecca sighed when she crossed the threshold; her claws curled audibly against the tile. Her steps to the living room were slow to savor every moment of coolness on her pads. Anon walked wordlessly ahead of her in the dusky gloom, dragging the bag to the workroom the two of them shared. He knew the place well enough that he didn't need the lights even with it being this late.

The tigress drifted through the hallway in her dress like an apparition just outside. Anon felt a twinge of jealousy when he heard the springs of their bed complain in the far off room.

"Could you bring my laptop?" Rebecca called softly.

"Yes, dear."

Anon smiled at the indistinct grumbling. The best part about using things like 'dear' for him was that it could be genuine and teasing at the same time. He went on with unpacking her things. It was surprising how much stuff she needed to teach kindergarten -- though Rebecca did always go the extra mile for her class. Anon visited a few times to see all the decorations and activities he'd lugged around or helped set up; at least the tykes seemed to appreciate them.

He folded the laptop under his arm and padded back out to the living room. The human took off his shoes and danced around on the cold tile floor of the kitchen, much less enthused by the feeling than his feline wife. A crinkle of cellophane caught her ear all the way across the house; she sighed and sank further into the mattress. The tigress was spread out across the whole bed, still in her sweater and long skirt. Her room at school was hot even as the leaves outside slowly turned their fall colors.

"Thank you, Anon," she said when he entered, not even opening her eyes. He put the ice-cream bar in her outstretched paw and set the laptop up near her head. She groaned when his tiny fingers began to work at her toes.

"Mmm, you'd think there's a thorn down here..." the human muttered. It earned him a snort.

"Very funny, Anon," Rebecca said, unwrapping the ice cream. "Do I look like a lion to you?"

"You look like you're about to melt," he said. Another rumble shuddered through her when he squeezed her paws. "Should I start?"

The tigress slid the ice cream off the stick in one expert motion before putting it back in the wrapper. Her sigh was wreathed in cold, at least for now.

"Yes."

Rebecca turned onto her side while Anon climbed into bed, revealing the button over her tail. The skirt was mostly held up with elastic, but dragging it off her was easier this way. He'd become an expert at it even this early on in the school year. Neither wasted any time; the human returned to the tigress' feet and she flopped back flat again. Anon groaned quietly when he reached up to grab the slip beneath her dress; even here it felt like an oven. Her thighs felt like heated comforters, even below that.

"Rebecca, this can't be good for you," he said, gathering the ends of both garments. "That thing has to be trapping the heat in even more."

The tigress grunted while he started tugging at the fabric; each yank brought him only inches of progress down her thighs. She watched him go with some relief and amusement. Every slip down was another curve decompressed and another patch of fur laid bare to cool air. Rebecca chuckled a little when Anon rocked her a little with vigorous pulls near the end, slipping it down her thighs. The dresses and skirts she bought had to withstand dozens of kids' tugging and pulling -- sometimes with their teeth. The human's exaggerated efforts didn't worry her at all.

"It does," she said; the garment flew off with a start that sent Anon stumbling back off the bed.

"But I have to wear it," the tigress finished when he stood back up. Her striped thighs lay bare across the bedsheets, each twice as thick as his torso. The human sighed; she was right. Rebecca undid her sweater while he climbed back up. Show too much fur, and the tigress' particularly buxom figure would cause the school district issues. That was the reason she wore skirts with slips on school days, rather than the daisy-dukes he'd been mesmerized by when they'd first met.

"I guess you're right," the human sighed. He ran his hands over her fur and shivered at the heat trapped there. He slipped off his shirt and laid down against the pair of heated body-pillows, soaking up their warmth with a hug. Rebecca just finished undoing her sweater when he pressed his face into the small patch of purple that hid between them and her muffin top.

"But do you have to wear these?" he mumbled into her heat. A set of paws on his shoulders and a quiet hiss of breath betrayed the tigress' sensitivity. But moments later, Rebecca dragged him up with a deeper grunt. The rest of her was still plush and pleasantly warm. Even if the look she was giving him wasn't. Anon managed a wry smile before looking down at the band of blackness sitting between them.

"I'm guessing you want my help?"

Rebecca snorted. Anon wedged his fingers beneath her binder, but the tigress did most of the work. The thing was just so tight -- and what it concealed was just so big. She sighed when her chest finally spilled free for the first time since that morning, droning off into a low, pleasured growl as Anon started to massage it. Her husband hummed back with a smile on his face. He kneaded at her breasts slowly and thoroughly to soothe every sore inch.

He knew he was doing good when her paws came to rest on his back again. The tigress' loose hug helped keep her tits from sliding off the side, but Anon still handled them one at a time. Their weight and size demanded it. The room soon filled with humming and purring as the two of them laid together. When the human shivered, Rebecca undid his pants and bobbed her thighs; Anon groaned as his lower half was engulfed with warm fur.

"God... thank you," he said; the tigress chuffed in response.

"Really, though, Reb... You should stop wearing that thing."

She only opened an eye when the massaging slowed down.

"It's way too tight, and you wear it all day long," Anon said. "That can't be good for you."

"You've been saying that since you found out I wear one," she replied. "I have to, Anon."

"Why?"

Her chest bounced slightly in his hands when she laughed. "Because I'm a schoolteacher!"

"And?" Anon asked. He fought to stop her infectious smile from reaching his face. "That doesn't mean you should hurt yourself. Keep 'em in the sweater. It's not like you wear some low-cut thing all the time or have it on tight."

Rebecca's ears flattened. She tried to look angry, even as the circular massaging rocked her.

"Anon," she said. "They're big."

The human paused, practically up to his elbows in soft, cream fur. He met her eyes with a blank expression.

"Huh. I never noticed."

"B-be quiet!" the tigress laughed. Anon did too, grabbing her pendulous breasts by the handful.

"O-oh, my! The ten-foot tiger has big tits? Who would have guessed?"

"Anon!"

"What a curse it must be, to have the fullest set of tiggies in all the land!"

Rebecca giggled even as she covered his mouth with a paw. The way her form bounced undermined the scowl she'd put on. It softened when he kissed her hand, and she stroked the side of his face.

"There are other teachers and staff that would say something," she said, slowly taking her hand away. "And I'm sure that parents would say something at PTA meetings and conferences."

The human shook his head and focused on his massage. Rebecca laughed quietly, her claws curling in his hair as the last bits of soreness were worn away.

"They would think I'm showing off, Anon."

"Then we find a different way to hide 'em. Some way that doesn't hurt you wall the time," he replied. "I don't know. Maybe one of those puffy shirts?"

"Puffy shirts?"

"You know, one of those ones that has a bunch of frills on it," Anon said, gesturing at his chest. Rebecca chuckled and moved her arms tighter around his back.

"You mean a blouse?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. As long as it has all those ruffles and stuff on it," he replied. "It'll hide them and make it look like that's where the volume comes from."

The tigress hummed. She let her head fall back to the pillow, drawing him down into the pair he'd been fluffing up for the past ten minutes. The vibrations of her hum surrounded him and made him sink even deeper into her curves. Anon squeezed her midsection like a stuffed animal as it slowly died off.

"Maybe," Rebecca said. "But right now I have to work."

She looked down at the bit of hair sticking out from between her breasts.

"There's something else I might have to hide if it doesn't behave..."

An indignant snort was muffled by her fur. Anon pulled back just enough to see her eyes.

"When have I ever teased you?" he asked; Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"When have you no-- AUGH!"

Nipping her tit was well worth being rolled on top of by half a ton of growling tiger-girl. Anon moaned and squirmed as he was grabbed and engulfed by her soft form, covering him almost completely. Everything he pushed at was yielding yet endless and unmovable. Rebecca rocked on top of him, continuing her faux angry growl as she settled into place. Their movements both stilled when she let out a heavy sigh; the human let out another muffled moan beneath her bust as the tigress' weight sank in. The kneading of his fingers sent little tremors through her.

The pleasured noises and pleasurable touching didn't stop when Rebecca lifted off him for a moment. She snuggled back in after drawing the sheets over both of them, and pulled her laptop closer. A purr of contentment escaped her throat.

"Don't you get tired of doing this every day?" she asked while the screen booted up. Below her, there was a tiny shake between her breasts that made her sigh.

"I never should've told you we needed a librarian…"