This week brings the soft and gentle Kanga! I actually always wanted to draw her ever since I saw that meme picture of Kanga with infamous hair. you know the one

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Breakfast for Two

The morning sun filtered through the trees of the Hundred Acre Wood, casting golden patches on the familiar paths. Tigger bounced along, his usual energy tempered by the quiet of the early hour. He’d been visiting Kanga and Roo more often lately, ever since Roo started preschool at Owl’s place. Tigger enjoyed the routine—escorting Roo to school, sharing breakfast with Kanga, and feeling like part of their little family. Roo looked up to him, and Tigger couldn’t help but puff up with pride at the thought.

Today, though, something felt different. When Tigger arrived at Kanga’s cozy treehouse, Roo was already waiting by the door, his little backpack slung over his shoulder. Kanga stood behind him, and Tigger’s eyes widened at the sight of her. She wore a soft, flowing kimono, the kind meant for lazy mornings, its fabric clinging gently to her curves. Her long brown hair was tied loosely over one shoulder, framing her warm, nurturing smile. Tigger had never paid much attention before, but now he couldn’t help but notice—Kanga was striking. The way the kimono hugged her plush figure, the gentle swell of her chest, the way her eyes sparkled with quiet hospitality—it stirred something in him.

“Morning, Tigger!” Kanga’s voice was as sweet as ever. “Roo had breakfast early today, but I’d love to make something for you after you drop him off.”

Tigger blinked, trying to shake the sudden warmth creeping up his neck. “Oh, no need, Kanga! I don’t wanna trouble ya,” he said, his usual boisterous tone faltering slightly.

“Nonsense,” Kanga replied, her smile firm but kind. “You’ve been so good to Roo. Let me take care of you for once.”

“Oh, thank you very much!” Tigger said, scratching the back of his head, his tail twitching nervously. He couldn’t argue with that tone—it was the same one she used when Roo tried to skip his veggies.

With a wave goodbye, Tigger and Roo set off for Owl’s, Roo chattering excitedly about his lessons while Tigger’s mind wandered. The image of Kanga in that kimono lingered, her gentle curves and warm eyes etched into his thoughts. He shook his head, trying to focus. She’s just bein’ nice, Tigger ol’ boy. Don’t go gettin’ all bouncy-brained.

After dropping Roo off and exchanging cheerful hellos with the other residents, Tigger made his way back to Kanga’s. The door was ajar, and he stepped inside, his usual energy quieter than usual. The dining room was empty, but Kanga’s voice called from the kitchen.

“Tigger, dear? Could you help me with something?”

He followed her voice, his heavy paws padding softly against the wooden floor. When he stepped into the kitchen, his jaw dropped.

Kanga sat on the counter, her kimono loosened, the fabric falling open just enough to reveal the soft, inviting curves of her body. The morning light caught the contours of her figure, her plush hips and the gentle rise of her chest glowing in the warm glow. Her brown hair spilled over her shoulder, framing her face, and her eyes—those kind, nurturing eyes—held a spark of something deeper, something Tigger had never seen before.

“Tigger, dear,” she said softly, her voice low and warm, like honey dripping over toast. “Would you mind helping this old lady feel like a woman again?”

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