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Well it took me quite a while but I finally got around to getting something made for The Carrot-Topped Soul Reaper and his Fat Cat WifeWARNING: Contains gratuitous weight gain to the point of immobility, feederism, and abuse of Ichigo, gigai and the laws of physics.
Yoruichi stood behind a wall, listening intently. Years of recon had taught her to listen well while masking her own movement. But she wasn't on a mission right now. She'd just happened by the roof of Karakura High School and heard a few men talking about girls. And who should happen to be with them, but Ichigo Kurosaki? She wasn't stalking, she told herself, just checking up on a vested interest.
"How have you and Orihime been doing?" Ichigo asked. Uryu adjusted his glasses.
"Well. It's been two months. She seems to be enjoying herself, and I am also."
"They probably fuck like bunnies," said Renji, smiling lewdly.
"What, like you and Rukia?" Uryu asked, making Renji flush bright red.
"No! It's not like that! She's... Classy." Renji said, struggling to use a word he wasn't terribly adjusted t, a story I had written years ago now by ghostofthevoid.deviantart.com/ .

Credit for the art goes to candlebars.deviantart.com/

And if you feel like commenting, please do, I'll likely respond too if appropriate.

Description
Well it took me quite a while but I finally got around to getting something made for The Carrot-Topped Soul Reaper and his Fat Cat WifeWARNING: Contains gratuitous weight gain to the point of immobility, feederism, and abuse of Ichigo, gigai and the laws of physics.
Yoruichi stood behind a wall, listening intently. Years of recon had taught her to listen well while masking her own movement. But she wasn't on a mission right now. She'd just happened by the roof of Karakura High School and heard a few men talking about girls. And who should happen to be with them, but Ichigo Kurosaki? She wasn't stalking, she told herself, just checking up on a vested interest.
"How have you and Orihime been doing?" Ichigo asked. Uryu adjusted his glasses.
"Well. It's been two months. She seems to be enjoying herself, and I am also."
"They probably fuck like bunnies," said Renji, smiling lewdly.
"What, like you and Rukia?" Uryu asked, making Renji flush bright red.
"No! It's not like that! She's... Classy." Renji said, struggling to use a word he wasn't terribly adjusted t, a story I had written years ago now by ghostofthevoid.deviantart.com/ .

Credit for the art goes to candlebars.deviantart.com/

And if you feel like commenting, please do, I'll likely respond too if appropriate.