Samantha prowled along the beach, her tail cutting a long slithering path through the sand behind her. She'd started to find it easier to crawl than walk at this point, her heavy forearms easily supporting her newfound bulk, especially the portion that jiggled satisfyingly in her tight little tank. Admittedly, she'd never have thought she'd call a top sized for a car "tiny" but that just heightened her satisfaction.

She finally spotted her prey, and licked her lips. Gone were the nervous butterflies that hand haunted their every counter, replaced by a hot, eager desire. Prowling up behind the lounging coyote, she let her breath wash over him in a gust, the canine turning around in surprise. In one smooth motion, she pounced, pinning him beneath her "weight."

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Art done by the fantastic  danji-isthmus