The world around you is… nothing. An endless, white void stretching infinitely in all directions. Silent. Still. Empty.

Or at least, it was.

A soft tap-tap-tap echoes through the void, barely audible at first, accompanied by a faint jingle-jingle like tiny bells chiming in rhythm. Then, with an exaggerated sway of his hips, he emerges. A feline figure, fluffy and petite on top, stepping forward with light, deliberate movements. His big tail flicks behind him in rhythmic motions, betraying an energy that contrasts his smug expression, the bell collar around his neck jingling cutely with every bounce.

Your first thought? A girl. With the way it moves—its posture the way it dresses with feminine accessories—nude of fur but its cute thigh-high socks hugging those ultra-plush, pillow-soft thighs with added black arm warmers—it’s a fair assumption. And oh, that rear: a massive, jiggly bubble of fluff, wobbling enticingly with every step like a hypnotic invitation, so thick and bouncy it defies gravity while begging for a squeeze— definitely a girl. As you got closer, you were shocked..

It was actually a guy.

He turns around noticing you as he speaks.

“Hewwo~” he purrs, his voice playful and airy, punctuated with a tiny head tilt.

“Nya~ Did you assume somethin’ just now? >w<”

His fluffy ears twitch, and he leans in, letting his thick tail curl dramatically around his legs, brushing against that enormous, squishy butt that jiggles with the motion, his bell collar tinkling softly as he shifts.

“Just so you know… I’m a boy~ a gay, cute, and silly one at that!~” He puffs out his small chest proudly, though the effect is somewhat comical considering his stature, his heavy, swaying , and exposed balls adding a cute, teasing view, black arm warmers hugging his paws up to elbows like soft shadows. “To be mores precise~ I’m a subby, fluffy, short, and goober femboy! My height is 5’5” and I got an exploitable rim! Not that it matters… B-but still! <3”

He straightens up, taking a step forward, hips still swaying slightly with every motion. It’s impossible not to notice his exaggerated lower half, the way he carries himself with almost too much confidence for someone his size. He rests his paws on his hips, tail flicking, making his plush, overflowing rear quiver like a soft, needy pillow waiting to be claimed, the bell collar jingling merrily with the motion. Then, he stares at you like you’re his crush—most definitely as he says this line toward you with a smug, sly smile:

“You look like you kiss boys, staring at me like that, don’t you?~ :3”