Night of the Were-Blob - Page 8 (Patreon)

Blorping her way out of the confines of the tiny mansion, Kitty plops down the mountain towards the minuscule village below.

Wobbling and deforming like a water balloon the kitty-blob rolls ever so slowly over the buildings below. Her plush soft body barely disturbing a single shingle as she settles heavily into place at the bottom of the hill.

My oh my, she thinks to herself, while letting out a cute little belch, I must remember to treat myself more often.