Tia smiled softly, seeming to feel more confident with Tigra curled up in her round tummy. "The tighter my tummy, the better."  She then gently took hold of Naomi by the shoulders and softly kissed her. Holding the kiss she then lets her muzzle part, her warm tongue gently slideing out to curl around naomi's chin softly, Tia's hand now at the back of Naomi's head gently pushed, Tia's maw spreading to except her head. Tia gulps and like with Tigra her throat expands firm rippleing muscles pulling naomi's head inside, Tia mms, beginning to lick over her 'second helping' one hand tenderly rubbing her distended belly.