Art from the wonderful

"Honestly, it's friggin' June! How how how how how can there be cold snaps, much less frost, in the middle of summer!" Huffing, Celia struggled to pull down an errant Christmas sweater over her bountiful bosom. It was the only thing laying around with long sleeves that she had oh so conveniently forgotten to put away for the season. Tongue blepping out between her lips the Flareon mrrfffed between tugs. "This... okay so this never fit. But it at least came down to my navel all of six months ago! Hruf, I didn't put on that much winter weight did I?"