Feature Writer: sexgundam666 /
Feature Title: A Cat Has Nine Wives 1 /
Story Codes: Futanari /
Synopsis: Michelle Returns to her hometown after three years.. /

Author’s Note: Well, I haven’t posted here in a while. Been busy, but that’s besides the point: I’m back. I bring with me the first installment of the main story to A Cat has Nine Wives. Be warned, this contains: Futanari, cum inflation to the extreme, lactation and a catgirl. You have been warned.

 

A deep rumbling began beneath her. It was comforting in a way, the familiar vibrations she felt as the plane landed reminding her of those vacations she took with her parents. She turned, half expecting to see their smiling faces, but it wasn’t them; it was just a stranger. Michelle took a deep breath and steadied herself, both physically and mentally. She felt almost queasy, the anxiety that came with her return almost had her wishing she’d never boarded her flight, but it was too late now. Somewhat calm, she stood once the plane had completed its landing and walked down the aisle like everyone else, though she was fully conscious of the stares she received. Given the fairly small town they landed in, she wasn’t surprised people were shocked to see someone of her appearance there.

Michelle ignored the looks however and continued to make her way to baggage claim. She was used to them by now, having acclimated herself to such viewing during her time in England. Still, she felt a small blush of mild embarrassment, but also pride from her appearance, especially when she thought back to how she had looked just over three years ago. Michelle glanced at her reflection of a window, noting her full, pouting lips, dark rimmed eyes, long crimson hair and of course her body proper. When she had left, her breasts had looked to be large E or average F cups, if such a thing was possible, but now they were G going on H cups. Her ass was shapely and large, framed by her womanly hips, which in turn were accentuated by her slender waist. Of course this wasn’t even her proper appearance.

As she carried her luggage to the front of the airport, quickly hailing a taxi, Michelle let the memories of what had happened come over her. Three years ago, she had been shot, only to find a drug of somekind that may as well have been a miracle, as it had healed her wound. The gunman was caught, but it was later reported that he hanged himself before the police could get any information out of him. After that she had taken the rest of the drug and experienced a dramatic change in her appearance and sexual orientation. At first it was the greatest thing to happen to her: her breasts grew, as did her hips and ass, while she retained her toned physique. Then things got… weird. Accompanying the growth, came something straight from a Japanese Anime, as Michelle had grown a pair of cat ears and a cat tail, each with crimson fur to match her hair. This wasn’t too bad either at first.

As she reminisced the scenery passed by quickly, but her inhuman eyes caught almost every detail as if they went by in slow motion. The cat traits had come with perks besides her enhanced appearance, as she could now hear much better than ever before, see in total darkness, even smell the most slight scents, and that was in her ‘normal’ state. When she let her ears and tail out, she found her senses heightened even further, including her strength. Michelle glanced down at the pewter cross she had bought on a whim one day, while pewter was not the strongest of materials, it wasn’t exactly easy for humans to bend without machinery. Almost without thinking, Michelle began to deftly mould the cross into a ball, then change it back.

To any who heard this, they would think there were no downsides. And there weren’t, depending on your views. The changes had brought a massive boost to Michelle’s libido, and had also caused her to act on secret desires involving several women in her home town. Michelle was a lesbian, something she had known before the change, but had refused to completely accept for fear of further isolation at her school. With the drug, she hadn’t given a second thought to acting on her secret desires. Madison, a popular girl who had personally tormented Michelle during 9th and some of 10th grade, had been one of those desires. Even now, Michelle had to shake the thoughts from her mind to keep her arousal at bay.

Her desire hadn’t been limited to just those she had secret lust for. Michelle assumed her body was in a sort of constant heat, pumping out overwhelming pheromones mixed with a natural aphrodisiac or something. It was more or less only a theory, but one that she thought to be the most accurate. Those had come into play after her transformation, when she had expressed a desire to fuck her own mother, who was far from unwilling, however Michelle’s consciousness, thankfully, brought her back to reality before they went too far. Until she went to school that day.

With the sudden increase in her sexual appearance, Michelle was targeted by Madison and her posse. When they had cornered her in the girl’s bathroom, Michelle had been overwhelmed by the scent of so many women, all of which were unknowingly exuding their unknown desire for sex, though this was mostly normal for teenagers. To cut a long story short, Michelle’s lust had taken complete control, which resulted in a threesome with Madison and Amanda, Madison’s second in command, both of which expressed submissive behaviour after the act. Thinking about this led Michelle’s mind to her other secret, one that was a good deal harder to hide than her ears and tail, since those at least retracted into her body when she wanted them to. After passing out from a series of merciless orgasms, Michelle had woken to find she had a new growth.

Even now, as she was driven into the town she had grown up in, her cock gave a twitch at the memory. Michelle was a futanari, a term used by the Japanese in favouritism over hermaphrodite. Her pussy remained, but was often blocked by her now cantaloupe sized balls, the scrotum that held them always taut around the orbs. Her cock was currently ten inches when flaccid, big enough that she had to keep it tied to her thigh, since she couldn’t press it between her thighs due to her balls. When it had first grown, Michelle’s cock was only eight inches with balls just a touch smaller than softballs, but like the rest of her, they had grown over the years. Thankfully, Michelle had grown accustomed to the new appendage and even enjoyed having it.

A feeling of constriction around her cock brought her attention back to reality. Michelle quickly filled her mind with unarousing thoughts, her cock already struggling against its restraints as it grew to a foot in length. Thankfully, the thoughts of old nuns being tortured by the devil quickly diminished any sense of arousal. She breathed a sigh of relief, and let her mind focus on the buildings passing by. It almost brought a tear to her eye, seeing so many buildings she recognised, rather than the unknown streets of English towns and cities. It’s good to be back, she thought, though the sense of worry was hard to displace.

It was understandable. In the three years she had spent in England, she had hardly ventured outside of the home she had rented in the countryside. She had made roughly six trips into a large city, and each time she had been paranoid about any woman she came across, her eyes alert for any sign that they were aroused by her. The first time, she had been onset by at least a dozen women, all in their late teens or early twenties, clearly in their prime, and each one practically followed Michelle like a pack of puppies. Fortunately, Michelle had been able to escape before things could escalate. The next few times she had been able to spend a few hours in public before her pheromones took effect, and the last one had seen no incidents, though that had been during the Christmas holidays, when most were with families. Still, the tests had paid off and she felt somewhat confident that she could control herself.

Even then that control was fragile. Michelle’s libido was off the charts, to the point where she actually needed to masturbate multiple times a day, at least if she wanted to go out in public. The first time had been a day when she had refused to get herself off, and the potency of her pheromones was far greater than the other times, something she proved on another occasion that had very nearly resulted in her losing control. A shudder ran through Michelle at the thought, though whether it was one of pleasure or terror was impossible to determine, even for her. The taxi came to halt, the driver slamming on the breaks suddenly, jolting Michelle from her mind. Seeing that she was at her destination, she paid and departed.

Michelle had chosen to rent an apartment. She knew she had plenty of money, enough to possibly even buy a nice house, but she didn’t want a permanent residence in case things went south, as they had done before. The building was possibly the largest in the town, besides the distant mall that was little more than a glorified Walmart. Michelle entered and was about to head towards the elevators, but, upon seeing it was carrying several people, about half of which were attractive women, she made a bee-line for the stairs. Her luggage was light, in that she only had a small suitcase and a backpack, but they were filled the to breakpoint with clothes, one set for her normal state, and the others for when she transformed. Michelle walked easily up the stairs, resisting the urge to jump between each flight in case someone happened to see.

Her apartment was on the second highest floor. Even without the luggage, most people wouldn’t dream of climbing so many stairs, but to Michelle she may as well have been taking a brief walk through the park. Upon reaching her floor, Michelle opened the stairwell door and was met by a strangely familiar face. This didn’t matter to her, as she immediately averted her eyes, having noticed the attractive appearance of the woman.

“Sorry about that.” She mumbled and stood aside, letting the women walked through.

“Don’t worry about it, thanks.” The stranger said in parting. As they walked down, Michelle looked after them, thinking that the voice was familiar as well, but she couldn’t quite place it. Shrugging she continued and made her way to her new, if temporary, home. It was well kept, despite her being the first resident. The carpeted floor was clear of any dirt and mould, the walls were painted a plain white with hooks around the place for pictures. A tv stand even sat in the centre room opposite a small couch. In the bedroom there was a neatly done bed, the sheets, covers and pillow cases all plain white like the walls. The fridge was stocked already as well, though only with a small bottle of milk and some food.

You really get your money’s worth here, Michelle thought as she went about familiarising herself with the layout. She made sure to keep the scent in mind, her nose as effective as any other means to tell if there had been an intruder. The only thing lacking was a chest of drawers for her clothes, but given that she had anticipated having to buy a couch, bed and the drawers, it was only a mild nuisance, though it did mean she had to go outside. Her stomach also growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since midway through her flight. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, mentally telling herself she could handle this at least.

Feeling somewhat prepared, she decided to head out. It was only three in the afternoon on Thursday, so she was certain most stores would be open. Michelle used the stairs again, having heard several people crowding around it on her floor. As with earlier, she was met by the familiar stranger upon opening the door.

“Hello again.” They greeted her, to which Michelle only smiled nervously and nodded; the voice really was familiar, “Don’t see many people using the stairs around her, heading to the gym?”

“There’s a gym here?” Michelle asked, surprise overwhelming her briefly, causing her to look up.

“Yeah, it’s on the third floor. Got a swimming pool and everything… are you alright?” She asked, seeing Michelle staring at her.

“Huh? Oh, um, yeah, yes. I’m fine… um, I’ve gotta go.” Michelle excused herself and lightly pushed past the woman, rushing down the stairs. She was gorgeous: full, pouting lips coated in glossy red lipstick. Her eyes were framed by thick lashes and almost seemed to smoulder with sensuality. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Michelle had glanced down briefly during the short conversation, and she clearly remembered the large, round breasts staining against the woman’s shirt, with a slim waist emphasising her bust and shapely hips. Michelle stopped and looked up catching sight of the woman’s rear, seeing it peaking beneath her short skirt to reveal the lacy thong she wore. Michelle felt her cock throb with desire at the sight.

Thankfully, she had practised such occasions in England. She would look at beautiful women in magazines or on the internet, but, when she felt herself growing aroused, she would immediately turn all thoughts to old women, wrinkled and grey, nothing attractive about them. If her cock was actually reaching erection, she would think of gory movies like Hostel or Evil Dead. To her eternal relief, the work had paid off and she was mostly able to quell her arousal with such thoughts. With her mind clear and her penis still, Michelle continued to walk down the stairs, setting a brisk pace to make sure her mind didn’t wander. It wasn’t long before she was heading back out into the streets.

Michelle was familiar with the town’s layout, her frequent jogs during school holidays or on weekends giving her a near instinctive knowledge of the best routes to take. As such she headed in the direction of the nearest furniture store, a place that was small, as were most other stores in the town, but her mother had frequented the shop and the furniture they offered was comfortable and long lasting, even given their affordable prices. Michelle kept her mind focused on her goals for the outing; purchase a chest of drawers for her apartment, and get something to eat. She used to have a focused mind when it came to clear goals, even if they were small, and now was no exception. Attractive women passed her by, even bumping into her, but Michelle’s attention was on her prospective purchase. Not long after hailing an employee, she had bought what she wanted.

Michelle told them to hold onto it for now, saying that she would be back in an hour or so. Most of the employees were men, so she felt at ease talking to them, having found very quickly that her pheromones didn’t affect the male gender. They were eager to help her in any they could, given her just below average height of five foot five, and of course her G cup breasts didn’t hurt either. It almost made Michelle giddy thinking about how easily swayed men were, all because she had a nice body. She wandered around the town for a little while, eyeing various takeaway places and diners, until her gaze fell on a new restaurant. At least, one that hadn’t been there when she had left.

It was only slightly larger than a diner, but the design was distinctly that of a restaurant. It seemed to have families in mind for the most part, as Michelle could see various tv sets playing children shows. It was also family owned, clearly something that played a part in the layout. Michelle took a sniff of the air and her mouth was soon watering, smelling the scent of grilled fish above all others. As she walked in, she caught sight of a sign saying they were looking for a new waiter or waitress. Well, I might need the extra cash, and it might be a good way to preoccupy myself, Michelle thought and made a mental note to hand in her résumé tomorrow. She also remembered that she actually needed to make and print out a résumé.

She took a seat secluded in the back and browsed the menu. Michelle’s eyes immediately caught the fish related meals, she soon called over a waiter and ordered a grilled salmon with a large glass of fresh milk. I really am a stereotypical catgirl, Michelle thought and chuckled under her breath, finding the thought mildly amusing. She was somewhat thankful to her new taste in food, as it had served to keep her spending down, since she had lived fairly close to the ocean, roughly a thirty minute run at full force. And so, with her superhuman body, she was able to hunt fish fairly easily. Milk came as a kindness from a couple of farms nearby, the people who owned them elderly and eager for a helping hand.

Despite her diet of fish and milk, Michelle’s body worked as great as ever. Her food expenses were rarely an issue, only when she was unable to catch enough fish or the cows were sick or something did she have to purchase a meal. Not only that, but after she moved to England she found someone who made fake Ids, perfect ones at that, to the point where even banks couldn’t find the difference. Granted, the id alone had cost Michelle twenty thousand British pounds, which roughly came to thirty thousand American dollars, but it was worth it, as she was able to set up a bank account and earn interest. The house she had rented was rundown and no one was willing to buy it, due to the cost of fixing it up, but Michelle only wanted a place secluded and in liveable condition. As such she didn’t spend much on rent.

Water was a mute point as she didn’t drink much and her body didn’t seem to require maintenance. Her skin remained flawless, her hair smooth as silk, and her odour akin to flowers. Though she did have to pay a handsome sum to get internet where she lived, but it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things. After that however, she only had pay a few hundred every month, which was earned back in interest with profit as well. Of course, it wasn’t enough to totally survive on for when she returned to the states, even if it was only for a year, so she would do extra work for the owners of nearby farms to earn a bit of extra money. It had all paid off and now she was set up for a very long time, even if she didn’t get a job.

Her food was delivered quickly. The scent had her mouth watering yet again and she promptly dug in, practically moaning at the taste of something cooked so well, rather than the haphazard job she had done for the last three years, though the food had tasted fine either way. However, this meal had actual flavour to it beside the fish, which added greatly to the experience. Even the side of salad that came with it was a welcome change of pace.

“How was it?” The waiter asked as he came to clear up her dishes.

“Delicious. I haven’t eaten anything like that in a long time.” Michelle said, practically purring as she stretched. The waiter smiled and handed her the bill, which she quickly paid for and left a nice tip. Definitely gonna work here, Michelle thought as she left, patting her full stomach contently. She returned to the furniture store and picked up the chest of drawers. They asked if she needed any help, to which she replied that she didn’t, stating it wasn’t that heavy and she lived nearby. They almost looked disappointed that she didn’t need the help, but didn’t push the matter.

Back her apartment she placed the drawers at the foot of the bed. The bedroom was small, though not unpleasantly so, rather it was cosy, even if the bed and drawers dominated almost the entire space. The place she had rented had lacked a proper bed, any mattresses that laid around were old and far from comfortable, however Michelle found it easy enough to sleep on the floor, so long as she had something to shield her from the cold, at least during the Winter. Now, she was laying on the bed, under the sheets and purring in delight. Her ears and tails popped out as her body grew to full size.

It was a lot like stretching. At first the feeling had been somewhat uncomfortable, but now she actually enjoyed it. Her tail swished around under the covers, the feeling of the fabric on her fur was one Michelle enjoyed. As she turned to lay on her stomach, she felt weariness overwhelm her, having been so anxious about today that she had completely forgotten about the jet lag, but now it came back with a vengeance. In moments she was curled up and beginning to breathe deeply. Not long after that she was embraced in the welcoming arms of sleep.

The morning came sooner than she would have liked. Michelle opened her eyes and squinted against the light pouring through the cracks of her curtains. She turned over to try and go back to sleep, but as she did so, she was greeted by a new sensation; the tip of her cock rubbing against the sheets. Michelle was soon awake and quickly pulled back the covers. Her mind was very familiar with this by now, even if she wasn’t in the same environment, her cock was as insatiable as ever. She slept naked most nights, preferring it to waking to find her pants either soaked in cum or torn by her massive erection.

Now, she was sitting in her new bed with her hands wrapped around her cock. Even after three years, Michelle still found herself occasionally disbelieving of her size, as she pulled her dick between her massive breasts. Eyeing the pre-cum that practically gushed from her tip, Michelle tilted her head slightly and took the immense girth into her mouth, her full lips acting as a lustful cushion of sorts. She leaned further forward, taking more of herself past her lips, moaning at the taste and sensation. As she put her incredible flexibility to use, Michelle brought her hands to her breasts, pushing them together to create a kind of pseudo hole around her cock. Her milk sprayed forth, the sprays dying down to run over her breasts and onto her cock.

Michelle had half of her prick in her mouth now, several inches invading her welcoming throat. As her pre gushed down her gullet, filling her stomach with its thick warmth, she continued to massage her breasts against her dick, moaning from the twin sensations flooding her body. She almost pitied everyone else, as they couldn’t experience such pleasure. She continued to bend her body into itself, stuffing her cock deeper and deeper inside her drooling maw, spittle running down her chin to join the milk on her basketball sized tits. With her breasts beginning to mash against her thighs, Michelle moved her hands from them, moving down to run her nails across her scrotum, shuddering at the sensation, before reaching behind them to finger her pussy. Pleasure exploded just as she felt her taut sack meet her forehead.

Michelle had four fingers in her snatch. The near elastic hole easily stretching around them, while giving her pleasure equivalent to a supernova. Michelle’s balls audibly gurgled and pulsed, before sending her cum rushing through her cock, the tip of which was firmly lodged in her pre filled stomach. Just a few weeks ago, Michelle had taken the liberty of seeing how much she could cum, plugging the ruined bathtub in her home to do so. The amount wasn’t quite so great as to send her mind reeling, however her seed did manage to fill the tub past the halfway point. And now, she was eagerly awaiting that same amount to expand her stomach, to explode from her lips from the pressure, to saturate the bed with her scent. The first release was more than enough to fulfil her first desire, as her stomach expanded to the size of a soccer ball.

She moaned and cried out in ecstatic joy. The pleasure ebbed and flowed freely in time with her shots, each one inflating her stomach a bit more, even as it began to push back up her oesophagus, bathing her cock in its own release. Michelle felt wetness on her balls, her pussy squirting in time with her cock, while milk sprayed like fountains from her nipples, each stream powerful enough to hit the brand new chest of drawers, which sat more than six feet away. The cries as Michelle came only helped to prolong her orgasm, the muffled sounds turning to gurgles as cum gushed up her throat to pour from her lips. The scent of her three separate juices filled the air around her, the combined smell bringing her pleasure to greater heights.

Her stomach continued to expand, even as her body was coated in semen. She often half expected to feel it running through her guts, but it never did, something she assumed was because her body refused to give up any more cum. Michelle didn’t care though, the bliss coursing through her very being, personified by her near screams of ecstasy and the literal ocean of cum pouring from her cock. Any worries she had from coming back was washed away with the possible dozens of spurts her cock had fed her, the expanding ball her stomach had become beginning to push her cock from her mouth, even though her orgasm showed no sign of ending. It wasn’t long before she was forced to relinquish her pillar of masculinity, cum spraying like a fountain of thick white cream.

The spurts were still coming strong enough to actually reach the ceiling. Michelle looked up in time to be splattered with her own seed, several drops landing in her open mouth and joining the streams already coating her body. Sometimes she half expected this to be the reason her skin and hair were so perfect, that her cum naturally held chemicals or nutrients or whatever did the trick. Michelle had even expected it to the be the reason she was still growing, but that didn’t stop her from drinking it, after all, bigger is better in her mind. She moved her hands from her still gushing cunt, bringing the soaked appendages to her still cumming cock, pumping it for all she was worth, increasing the fountain. Each spurt hit the ceiling powerfully, until, at long last, her climax began to wane.

As she neared the end of her rapturous pleasure, she aimed her cock around the room. It must have been instinctive, she later thought, as she doused the walls and the non-destructible furniture in her seed. Michelle’s orgasm finally came to an end, the scent of her cum permeating the air completely and utterly, her powerful nose almost overwhelmed. Even so soon after her orgasm, Michelle felt her now semi-erect member pulse with arousal from the scent alone.

“Sorry, little guy. Gotta do some things before we can play again.” Michelle said aloud, giggling at how childish it seemed, even so her cock almost seemed to listen, as it returned to its completely flaccid state. Michelle stood and stretched, feeling a drop of cum from her cock land on her foot. The carpet squelched beneath her feet, soaked as it was with her seed, the sensation of it was strange, but pleasant nonetheless. She relieved her bladder in the bathroom, clean and polished, the granite tiles even reflecting her face, and quickly went about changing clothes. Michelle put on her favourite shirt, even though it was too short for her torso, and pulled a pair of shorts on, the cloth loose enough for her balls and cock to hang comfortably, the bulge created very slight and easily missed by most. With that she opened her laptop and went about writing her résumé.

Almost all information given was fake. She was confident in the fake life she’d had made for herself, though she still embellished a few things, saying she had experience as a waitress and enjoyed the work. Michelle was confident she would get the job, assuming she got an interview and the interviewer was far from restrained. She glanced down at herself and grinned a little at the massive mounds atop her chest, seeing the hard nipples poking through the material. While she liked the shirt for how comfortable the fabric was, she knew it wasn’t fit to be worn in public, at least not without looking like a slut, as it failed to cover the underside of her breasts, let alone her toned stomach. Even in her human state, it wasn’t big enough to completely cover her torso.

Not long after sitting down, Michelle had finished her résumé. However, another problem presented itself; how would she print it? This was solved easily enough, since she knew there was a library nearby that let people print whatever they wanted, so long as it was appropriate of course. Given the success of yesterday, in that she had noticed no lustful looks from women, Michelle felt reasonably comfortable with going outside, at least briefly. She changed back to her human form and took off her shirt, which was still a little too revealing for her taste, at least in public, only then realising that she hadn’t washed the cum from her body. Back in England, Michelle had grown used to the sensation of walking around her home with her clothes covered in dried cum, but that wouldn’t do here. Especially since her semen appeared to possess a highly concentrated form of her pheromones.

She wasn’t a hundred percent certain of this fact. She had only been around a couple of people on the one day she left without cleaning herself, and they didn’t act too odd, though this was possibly due to their old age. Still, she was unwilling to risk exposing younger women to it, since she swore she could actually smell the pheromones coming from her seed. Michelle begrudgingly set foot into the shower and began cleaning herself, something that quickly led to a greater mess, as her hands cleared away the drying cum from her sensitive breasts. As soon as she was clean of her previous orgasm, her cock was hard as stone. Michelle didn’t hold herself back and once more masturbated herself to fruition.

When she left the bathroom, it too was coated in her cum. The shower was clean, though only due to what it was being used for at the time, if not, then it too would have a new paint job. With her body clean of her cum, Michelle dressed as appropriately as was possible, pulling on her largest shirt and pants, the top only just big enough to meet her hips. She checked herself in a mirror, checking to make sure her bulge wasn’t too visible and, after being satisfied that it wasn’t, packed away her laptop and headed out. Almost like a running gag, Michelle bumped into the gorgeous woman upon opening the stairwell door.

“Wow, we’ve really gotta stop meeting like this.” She said, laughing it off.

“Um, yeah… sorry, but could I, y’know, just squeeze by?” Michelle asked, nervously. She kept her eyes trained on the floor, struggling not to let this woman’s image enter her mind.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah sure, sorry about that.” She said and stood aside, waiting for Michelle to walk past. Michelle did so, however she felt something of an electric thrill shoot through her body as her arm brushed the woman’s breast, feeling the erect nipple and… moisture. Was it sweat, Michelle thought, but a quick glance revealed the woman to have no sign of having exercised.

“Thanks.” Michelle said and began to walk briskly down the stairs once more. Unwilling to further her own arousal, mild as it currently was, she didn’t look back, as such she missed the woman staring after her.

“Damn, I thought I was more into guys, but that girl… why is she so familiar?” She asked herself aloud, but shrugged and headed back to her own apartment, opposite Michelle’s, “Hey, David! Ready for some loving?” She called and shut the door.

Michelle was soon outside the apartment complex and breathing in the, surprisingly, fresh air. I’ve really gotta watch out for her, she thought, mind flashing back to the woman’s gorgeous profile, before she could stop it. Michelle shook her head mentally and focused her mind on what needed to be done. With her focus back where it needed to be, Michelle began to make her way to the library. As she walked, she couldn’t help glancing around nervously, even after yesterday’s lack of incident. Her eyes caught those of many guys, all of whom had been staring in open desire, but looked away upon meeting her gaze. No women were looking her way for the moment, something that made Michelle relax a little.

It was only a short trek to the library. Everything is local here, she thought in mild amusement and entered. A quick talk with the librarian, another man to her relief, and she was soon printing out her résumé and on her way. Michelle couldn’t held thinking how lucky she had been, to have only had to interact with one human female so far, and those exchanges had been brief. Maybe things will be fine after all, she thought just as the restaurant came into sight. Moments later she had entered and left, having handed in a copy of her résumé, now all she had to do was wait for a call. The day was young, the sun burning brightly behind light, fluffy looking clouds. Michelle grinned slightly as she already knew what she would be doing throughout the day.

Several hours later, Michelle laid back in her couch, naked and gasping. Her cat ears and tail twitched occasionally, as did the rest of her body, the aftermath of her numerous orgasms smouldering within her. Her cock hung limp between her spread thighs, dripping cum onto the already coated floor, while her pussy juices dried on her balls. She let out a low whistle of amazement, considering the fact she had just cum almost a dozen times within half as many hours.

“That’s what I get for holding it in.” She moaned, thinking that she had neglected to masturbate yesterday. Almost as if in a bid for justice, her cock began to flood with her blood again, Michelle swore she could even feel her balls refilling with semen in anticipation, “Damn, what’s gotten into me?” She asked aloud, but didn’t answer herself as her mind and body became preoccupied with achieving the highest level of bliss she possibly could. Not long after her thirteenth and fourteenth orgasms, she stumbled back into her bedroom and collapsed on the bed, even her superhuman body overwhelmed by the near continuous orgasms. Michelle slept soundly, even with her cum drying on nearly every wall of her apartment.

The next morning, she awoke to a phone call. It perplexed her for a moment, her mind sluggish from her sleep, but she soon realised where she was and quickly moved from her bed, grabbing her phone and answering the call with a breathless:

“Hello?” It was the restaurant, they wanted her to come in for an interview. Michelle kept her composure and took mental notes of what they told her, before hanging up, “Yes! Haha, normal life here I come.” She cheered victoriously, only to be reminded of how wrong her last statement had been, as she walked out of her bedroom, and was immediately by the strong scent of her semen. Guess I overdid it, she thought, but shrugged and went about fixing herself a small breakfast. The fridge still had some fish, and she was more than capable of supplying her own beverage.

The morning went by slowly, with Michelle lounging about and waiting for the time to go by. The interview was at 1:30PM, and yet it was only ten o’clock. Of course, Michelle was soon preoccupied as her bored mind turned to the woman she had run into so often. She pictured her, clothes slowly coming undone and falling to the ground, gradually revealing every flawless inch of her body, her fake breasts sitting high on her chest with the nipples erect and waiting for Michelle to suckle on them. The catgirl was soon stroking her erect cock, all the while imaging the woman on her knees, begging for cum. It didn’t take long before Michelle unleashed her seed, once again coating the carpet in her cum.

With her cock sated for now, Michelle’s mind turned once more to the woman, or rather the woman’s face. It was so familiar, but Michelle couldn’t place it. The catgirl racked her brain for a corresponding name, but none seemed to pop up. Sighing in defeat, Michelle decided she would go and shower, almost having forgotten the dried and fresh cum on her body. It saddened her to have to wash it away, her seed looked no naughty on her basketball sized mammaries, mixing with her milk to make a delightful sight. Of course, she knew the risks her cum brought, and so she was washed it off reluctantly. I can always make more, she thought.

Time continued to pass slowly. Michelle mentally reprimanded herself for not buying a tv or even a book, something she grown to enjoy during her time in England, considering the fact her home had no tv, though she had found a bookcase of old books that had remained in remarkable condition. Whenever she wasn’t masturbating, working or hunting, Michelle chose to read. She had even come across a few that had actually distracted her from all sexual desire, at least for an hour or so. She fished around in her backpack, hoping she had packed one, but sighed in disappointment upon finding none. She checked the time on her phone, seeing it was only 11:45AM. Michelle sighed and decided she may as well go out and browse for a tv.

Michelle turned back to her human state and dressed as appropriately as she could. Once she was ready, she was out of her apartment and opening the door to the stairs. To her partial relief, the woman wasn’t in the stairwell. However, there was a sense of disappointment as well, since she wanted to know who they were, if only to put her own mind at ease. Michelle soon walked the streets again, heading for the local RadioShack. Inside she immediately went to the television department and began her search.

“Hello there.” Said a voice that was becoming more and more familiar. Michelle looked down the aisle to see the woman walking towards her.

“Oh, hi. What’re you doing here?” Michelle asked, looking away quickly.

“I work here part-time. It’s not easy sometimes getting gigs in a small town like this.” They answered. Despite herself, Michelle was interested and continued the conversation.

“Oh, you’re a musician?” The woman chuckled, the sound somewhat condescending, but also light and carefree.

“Oh, no. I’m a model. What about you, what do you do?” She asked.

“Um, I don’t have a job yet, I’ve got a-” Before Michelle could finish, she was cut off.

“Really? If that’s the case, you should drop by my agency. They’re always looking for smaller girls with nice bodies, really helps accentuate their, uh, assets.” The woman offered. For a second, Michelle was tempted to say yes, but she quickly caught herself, knowing if she worked as a model, chances are two things would happen; one, her cock would be seen, and two; she would definitely end up fucking the other models. As she thought about it, Michelle felt herself growing flustered, arousal sparking within her.

“Um, no, sorry. I’ve got an interview, which,” Michelle checked her phone, “I really need to get to. Bye.” She said and all but ran away. The woman placed her hands on her hips and pouted like a child, until her eyes brightened with a realisation: I don’t even know her name, she thought, guess I’ve gotta take this slow.

Once Michelle arrived at the restaurant, the time was 12:05PM. She sighed, but decided it would be better to wait rather than risk going back to the store. She stepped in and told an employee what she was there for. They directed her to a back door, with a sign reading; Manager’s Office. She knocked and entered upon receiving an answer.

“Hello? I’m here for an interview.” She said, stepping in and closing the door behind.

“Okay, what’s your name?”

“Elizabeth Prince.” She answered, giving the name on her fake ID as naturally as she would give her birth name.

“Your interview’s not for another hour.” He said, “Although, I’ve got nothing lined up for a while, so, if it’s all the same with you, we can do it now.” The manager hadn’t raised his head, but he did so just before saying the last five words, his eyes widening at the sight of Michelle. Michelle looked him up and down, noting his physical fitness and greying beard, his eyes were a light blue and appeared kind. Michelle felt at ease very soon, even though she was fully aware of his eyes undressing her as she took her seat.

“That would be fine by me, thanks. Um, do you mind if I undo a button or two? It’s a bit hot in here.” Michelle had worn her only button up shirt, one that was oversized and had been thrown in when she was packing three years, no doubt belonging to her father. Even though it was several sizes too big, the shirt only just reached her groin area. The manager was clearly eager for her to do so and agreed. Michelle barely held in a smile, thinking how easy men were to manipulate now. The interview proceeded as any other wood, except with Michelle adjusting her position every now and then to better improve the view of her braless breasts. She felt no shame, nor arousal from doing this, it was like the manager were a pet watching its owner undress.

Eventually, the process was over and Michelle was allowed to leave. The manager appeared to think she might go a little further, but instead she simply left, although she did lean forward to give him the perfect view of her cleavage as she thanked him for his time. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Too easy, Michelle thought as she walked back to her apartment. She was certain many women who heard what she did, would be angered by how she sexualised herself for an advantage, but to her it didn’t matter. She wasn’t human anymore, so the same morals didn’t completely apply to her.

Either way, the job seemed to be in her grasp, even if it meant being ogled by her manager every day. Michelle felt proud of herself, for having taken her first real step towards a ‘normal’ life. She even felt comfortable as she walked up the stairs once again, as the path became familiar to her as did the door to her apartment. Michelle was grinning slightly in quiet joy, until she was greeted by an all too familiar voice.

“Look at that, we’re neighbours.” Said the woman from behind Michelle, who had been so absorbed in her happiness, that her hearing had failed to pick up her footsteps. Michelle turned and saw the woman standing in the doorway of the apartment opposite Michelle’s.

“Yeah. Good to know.” Michelle said the last part under her breath, so softly that the other woman didn’t hear her.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I? Call me Madi.” Madi said, extending an hand towards Michelle.

“Um, sure… Nice to meet you, Madi, I’m Elizabeth. You can call me Liz if you want.” Michelle replied, shaking the proffered hand. The moment their skin touched, the cat girl felt a chill run down her spine, heading straight to her crotch, her blood already beginning to heat up and force her cock to a near semi-erect state. Michelle let go immediately and excused herself, opening and closing her door in a single, fast move. Madi looked at the door in shock, but didn’t think too hard on the strangeness of the exchange, since her pussy suddenly felt painfully empty. She entered her own apartment and tackled her current boyfriend.

Several hours later, Michelle awoke from her nap. Well, it wasn’t so much a nap, so much as passing out from too many orgasms.

“What the hell’s going on?” She moaned aloud and stood, her body still exhausted from her prolonged stay on cloud nine. Even her tail was hardly moving, barely swaying to help with her balance as she walked to her bed. As before, she collapsed atop the mattress and fell asleep even as the sounds of several drips met her ears, along with the passionate cries of a couple having sex. Michelle’s sensitive ears knew it was Madi, but even so, she was soon welcomed into the arms of unconsciousness. As often seemed to be the case, the morning came too soon accompanied by a loud ringing from Michelle’s phone.

Fortunately, she’d had the presence of mind to bring it to her bedroom and was able to reach out to answer.

“Uh, hello?” She groaned, not even opening her eyes.

“Hello, Elizabeth Prince?” A vaguely familiar voice asked from the other side.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Michelle asked, even tired she wasn’t about to screw up.

“We’re calling to inform you that you’ve got the job.” Michelle perked up immediately, realising that this was the manager.

“Really? Awesome, thank you so much.” She gushed, voice no longer a somewhat coherent groan and now an excited, if controlled, yelling.

“Can you come in tomorrow to get your uniform fitted, and then, if there’s time, perhaps you would like to consider it your first day?” The manager said, his tone of voice clearly saying he was eager for the uniform fitting, but Michelle didn’t care.

“Yes, of course. What time?”

“9:00AM okay with you?”

“Yes. I’ll see you then.” She said and hung up, “Haha, yes! My first job.” She all but cried, moving to the floor and jumping excitedly, forgetting about her strength and hitting her head on the ceiling. The pain was immediate and brought her back down to earth, “Oh, yeah… super strength.” She muttered aloud and stood, rubbing her head. As she rose, she only just noticed the massive erection she sported. Michelle grinned lewdly and sat back down, all pain swept away in the wave of her lust. Not long after she started, Michelle was coated in her cum once again, adding to the dozen or so dried layers on her skin. With her cock settled, she went about preparing breakfast, using the last of the complimentary fish.

After that, Michelle opened her laptop and made an order online for her groceries. Having plenty of money to waste, she happily selected the same day delivery option. With that done, she found herself lounging around, occasionally masturbating when her cock became restless. At times her mind would go to Madi, and the fact that such a hot woman lived so close, of course whenever her thoughts went there, Michelle was quickly preoccupied by a lustful orgasm, prolonged by her mental image of Madi. The woman kneeling before her, mouth open and hands cupped under her chin, eyes begging for cum despite the massive belly she already sported. Michelle didn’t stop herself this time, and let the lustful thoughts run free, the resulting orgasms sending her into unconsciousness yet again. She awoke quickly however, and was surprised that she didn’t feel tired at all.

The day continued to pass by lazily. Even as the sun hit its peak, something Michelle was surprised since she had assumed her ‘nap’ would have lasted longer than half an hour. Guess, I’ll try my luck again, she decided and cleaned herself of her cum, dressing and heading out. To her surprise, she was greeted by Madi.

“Hi.” Michelle greeted her as she walked to the stairs.

“Hey there, heading out? Where to?” Madi asked, locking her door and catching up to Michelle.

“Well, I was gonna, um, check out the gym.” Michelle lied, having intended to go to the RadioShack again, but she guessed Madi would be all too eager to join her.

“Really? Sweet, I was heading down there myself. A girl’s gotta stay in shape, right?” Madi said and giggled lightly. Michelle quickly realised what may happen should she follow up on the lie, and quickly pretended to check her phone.

“Oh, sorry. I actually can’t. I’ve gotta run a few errands.” Michelle said, her tone genuinely displeased, even if she was relieved to be able to get away from Madi, who pouted jokingly before breaking a large smile, showing off her perfect, white teeth.

“Aww, maybe next time then?” Michelle nodded and the two walked down the stairs, Madi glancing at Michelle frequently. Michelle herself was struggling to keep control of herself, trying to focus on any and thoughts that would turn her off, anything besides the gorgeous woman walking beside her.

“You know,” Madi began, shocking Michelle from her concentration, “You seem really familiar, did you used to live here?”

“N-no. I only moved down from England a few days ago; I lived in Florida before that.” Michelle lied, stuttering only slightly from her surprise.

“Huh? Guess you’ve just got one of those faces. Oh, here’s where I get off, see ya later.” Madi said and opened a door, labelled ‘gym’. How did I never notice that, Michelle thought to herself, but continued as normal, now able to focus better with such a woman no longer walking beside her.

Just as the sun began to set, Michelle was walking back up the stairs with a large tv in her arms. AS always, the stairwell was empty, which made it easy for Michelle, as she let her body grow to its proper state. When she reached the end, she turned back to her human state and opened the door, humming to herself as she carried the large television. Of course, she was met by Madi once again. What is this, a running gag in a sitcom? She asked herself in silence.

“Sorry, about that.” Madi said and stepped aside, allowing Michelle to move the tv through the doorway. Madi’s eyes widened at seeing Michelle, “Did you carry that all the way up here?” She asked, noting the lack of sweat or even exasperated breathing.

“No, of course not. I had a few guys help me with the first few flights.” Michelle lied, doing so as naturally one breathes.

“Oh, yeah, of course. Still, though, it can’t be light. Need a hand?” Madi offered, her tone and expression clearly eager to help.

“Um, no, I’ll be alright.” Michelle decided, “Thanks though.” She added and lifted the tv box back up to carry to her apartment.

“Alright then, bye.” Madi said in parting.

“Bye.” Michelle said as she opened her door. It wasn’t until she was inside and the door was locked, that she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked down, not at the tv box, but her obvious erection, “What the hell was that? She smelled… like sex.” Michelle gasped, pulling her shorts down to expose her already drooling prick to the air. It had been a miracle that Michelle hadn’t jumped the woman, given the scent emanated from Madi’s entire body, like a pussy in heat. Michelle stroked her long shaft, bringing it to her lips and taking the head into her mouth, her hips beginning to thrust on instinct as she slid down to the floor. Her cock soon entered her throat, swiftly followed by her oesophagus, before she resembled a ball as the head popped into her stomach. Damn, this always feels so fucking good, Michelle thought as she began to thrust into herself as best she could. The tv was forgotten and later coated in cum as Michelle came like a fire hose once more.

After recovering from her lapse in control, Michelle went about setting up her new tv. It wasn’t easy, seeing as how the box was coated from top to bottom in her cum, the scent often forcing Michelle to hold her breath, as it was still fresh unlike the dried seed spread around her apartment. It only just came to her mind, that she had been there for a little over two days and already she had experienced dozens of orgasms, all by her own hand of course. Must be that Madi woman, Michelle thought as she placed the tv atop a complimentary tv stand she had failed to notice before. The apartment building had satellite tv built in, with all channels open to any who were willing to pay a little extra. Michelle soon had it all set up and sat back on her couch, turning on the first television she’d owned in three years.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for her to find the channels had nothing of interest to her. Even in seclusion, she had heard some things about popular tv shows, like The Walking Dead, Breaking Bad, South Park and so on, but those had failed to capture her interest three years ago and they did so now. It wasn’t because they were bad, far from it, but Michelle had never been one to sit down and watch tv very often. The only reason she bought the tv was out of nostalgic want, the saying ‘you don’t know what you’ve got, until it’s gone’ coming to her mind, but even now that was void as she flicked lazily through the hundreds of channels. Michelle only just noticed the pure darkness outside and that the time was past eleven. She switched off the tv and went to her bedroom, intent on being well rested for tomorrow.

The next day, Michelle was in the staff room of the restaurant, awaiting her uniform. She was tense, keeping her eyes trained on the tables and floor, as her co-workers chattered around her, a horrifying majority of which were young woman, all with well worked bodies and lush curves. In the back of her mind, Michelle thought of how the manager was clearly a pervert, and that it showed in the selection process, as very few of the women talked about anything besides boys and sex. Michelle kept her mind away from them, trying to keep her focus on the day ahead of her, thinking of how many people like these she would no doubt encounter and have to resist. When the manager entered the room he was holding her new uniform, a standard shirt and apron with the restaurant logo on it. He walked up to Michelle and whistled for everyone’s attention.

“Everyone, this is Elizabeth Prince. She’s the new staff member I told you about. I trust you’ll help her out and make sure she feels welcome.” Michelle glanced around as he spoke, noticing all the eyes on her, and looking away for fear of the lust she may see.

“Sure.”

“Of course.”

“Welcome to the family, Liz.” Many of them said in greeting, their voices warm and welcoming, not even a hint of lust. Michelle looked at them all, on alert should she need to turn away, but that wasn’t necessary. They all looked at her normally, smiling and even waving.

“Th-thank you.” She stuttered in surprise. Ever since coming back she had noticed nothing out of the ordinary, like her body was no longer pumping out pheromones, or at least they weren’t anywhere near as potent as before. With that, Michelle went to the changing room and got dressed, thankful for the apron, as the pants supplied were tight and made her cock bulge obviously through the material, however the apron made it harder for the eye to see, unless someone was looking carefully of course. When she was ready, Michelle was soon put to work.

It gradually became therapeutic. At first she was concerned about what may happen; would someone see her secret, would her pheromones suddenly spike? However those were laid to rest, as no one paid attention to her, aside from the fact that her clothing was tight around her bust and rear. As she quickly got into the swing of things, Michelle found she moved on a type of autopilot, taking orders, making small bits of chit chat, and simply doing her job. As she did so, Michelle couldn’t help but think how moving back had worked: her pheromones must have been thrown out of whack by the sudden change in environment, that or the air here broke them down until they had no effect. Either way, Michelle was glad to have a chance at a normal life.

“Hey there, Liz.” Michelle froze on her way to a table, upon both seeing who occupied it, and hearing their voice.

“Hi, Madi. What can I get you?” Michelle asked, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism on her first day.

“That shirt looks good on you, really shows off your breasts, even if its way too concealing.” Madi said, as if not hearing her. Michelle blushed as she struggled to not to ask if Madi would like to see them.

“Th-thanks, are you going to order?” Madi pouted but ordered all the same, thanking Michelle for her time. As she walked back to the kitchen to call in the order, Michelle noticed the looks she was getting, all of which were filled with lust and from women. Fortunately, they seemed confused by the sudden shift in their bodily desires and didn’t act upon it. Michelle did her job before saying she was taking a short break, and rushed to the staff restrooms. Even she could smell them, her pheromones, as potent as the stench of rotten eggs, a horrible comparison, but as good as any other. Michelle felt her pants growing painfully tight.

She was certain that it wouldn’t go down until she made it go down. Michelle tried to flood her mind with her go to boner killers, however they were constantly interrupted by images of her female co-workers all kneeling before her, lips on her cock as they made way for Madi to take her prize. Michelle shook her head, even as her hands pulled down her pants and began to stroke her hardening cock, the burgeoning flesh already approaching its full two feet. Her mind continued to flood with images of Madi, seeing her stripping sensuously, cupping her fake tits and bringing them to her lips, sucking on the always erect nipples. Michelle couldn’t resist and didn’t fight the thoughts, moaning lowly as pre-cum began to run down her length, occasionally dripping to the tiled floor. Fortunately, her mind retained some form of sense, as she stripped off her shirt, feeling a familiar pressure of her ears and tail growing. Michelle leaned against the door to the restroom as her lust took over.

Just as she was nearing her climax, a sudden knock on the door made her freeze.

“Hello? Is someone in there? Could you open the door please? Sorry, but the girl’s room was full and I can’t hold it in.” Michelle almost came despite herself, Madi’s voice muffled but still clear as day to Michelle’s ears, the voice added itself to her fantasy, her mental projection of Madi now begging for the catgirl’s cum. Michelle couldn’t hold back and felt her balls clench as cum raced up her length. The pleasure was too great, as the first massive rope of cum escaped her dick, a cry of pleasure joined it. All strength left Michelle’s body as her orgasm seemed to use it to fuel her orgasm.

“Are you okay? I’m coming in!” Madi all but yelled in worry. It was fortunate that the staff restrooms were separated from the main building, and thus sound didn’t travel very far. Michelle, her mind overwhelmed by lust even as her orgasm continued to spray forth, moved away from the door, letting Madi stumble inside, “Hey, you okay? I heard a… a scream.” Madi trailed as her eyes fell upon a staggering sight before her. Michelle was on her knees, hands at her front, where a massive cock was visible, the head of which pumped out what looked to be gallons of cum, the unending river spreading across the floor. Madi, in a daze, reached back and shut the door, locking it as she did so.

“So it is you.” She whispered, moving to kneel beside Michelle, who looked at her through lust glazed eyes. Her ears and tail twitched from the pleasure rocking through her body. Madi reached out and stroked them, her touch light and careful, as if she were touching a priceless artefact. Michelle didn’t register the words, caught up in her pleasure as she continued to stroke her cock, adding to the ever growing ocean of cum. Madi knelt there in silence, watching Michelle’s dick as the load began to dwindle, until the orgasm came to an end, by which point the entire floor was hidden beneath an inch thick layer of semen.

“Oh, god…” Michelle groaned in despair, her lust receding and giving way to her senses, “I can’t believe this. It was going so good.” Madi placed a hand on Michelle’s shoulder, the light grip comforting and bringing the catgirl’s attention to the woman.

“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t told anyone in three years, and I don’t intend to now.” Madi said, smiling happily at Michelle.

“Haven’t told anyone in three years?” Michelle repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion until she realised who it was she was talking to, “Madison Lee?” She asked, eyes going wide in disbelief when Madison nodded.

“Glad you remember me, Mistress.” Michelle couldn’t take it, her mind was overwhelmed, any need to get off was forgotten as she passed out, willingly falling to the abyss of unconsciousness.

Michelle groaned as she awoke and sat up in her bed. She looked around, noting the now familiar walls of her apartment. It had all been a dream, she thought, and laughed to herself.

“What’s so funny, Mistress?” Asked a voice Michelle knew all to well, from both reality and her dream. She turned to the doorway to see Madison standing there, naked as the day she was born. Michelle, unable to help herself, looked her up and down, taking in the large increase to Madison’s bust, the orbs still perfectly rounded and perky, though they subtlety sagged, while the nipples were indeed erect, their size in proportion to her breasts. Madison’s waist was still Barbie doll thin, while her waspish hips flared magnificently. Michelle was certain her ass was larger as well.

“How did this happen?” Michelle asked herself and let her head fall forward.

“How did what happen?” Madison asked, walking to and sitting beside Michelle on the bed.

“N-nothing,” Michelle said, and tried to think of what to do next. As she contemplated leaving again, Madison suddenly knelt forward and pulled away the covers, revealing Michelle’s own naked body, “What the hell?”

“You don’t have to leave, Mistress. I can tell now; you need to be sated, to have someone you can fuck and unleash all your lust on. I can be that someone… if you’ll let me.” Madison said, leaning further forward until her face was inches from Michelle’s, who looked at her in mixed shock and undisguised desire. She wanted to say no, to leave forever and live out a life in seclusion, but something stopped her. Michelle felt calm wash over her, as she placed looked in Madison’s eyes. The lust and adoration they held as clear as day. Michelle took a deep breath through her nose, the scent of Madison’s arousal registering quickly, and would have overwhelmed Michelle were she younger. She didn’t know where the next words came from, but they felt right.

“You want to be my mate?” Michelle asked, using an animal term, but one that felt perfectly normal for her to say.

“Of course. I want to be yours, mind, body and spirit.” Madison replied, no hesitation in her voice.

“Then you’ll follow my every desire, even if I were to take more for my mates?” Michelle asked, watching Madison’s eyes for any sign of reluctance, but saw none as she answered.

“That sounds amazing, Mistress. I’d love to be a part of your harem.” Madison answered, her tone genuine and the increase in her arousal obvious to Michelle.

“Good,” Michelle took hold of Madison’s face in one hand, her grip gentle but possessive, “Then let’s get started.” Even as Michelle spoke, her mind was in chaos, as she struggled to come to terms with what she, herself, was thinking. Did she want a harem? No, she hadn’t even wanted a mate to begin with, but… a harem of women who loved her and were willing to do anything for her. Michelle physically shuddered in want at the thought, even as she made a promise to herself; the woman all had to be willing, to love her for her. Madison would be the only exception to this. With her mind settled and her lust beginning to rage once more, Michelle’s cock began to rise.

Madison felt it pressing against her. The object of her every fantasy for the past three years now within her reach, and there was nothing, besides Michelle, that would stop her from fulfilling her dreams. Madison quickly took hold of the hardening flesh, feeling it filling in her hands, the fingers being forced further away as its girth grew to the same as that of a 2 litre bottle of cola. The veins, thick as Madison’s pinkie finger, throbbed powerful as blood continued to fill the pillar of masculinity, bringing it to its full glory. Madison gazed upon the tip in hunger before looking to her mistress, or rather, her mate.

Michelle grinned lustfully and nodded, her smile widening at the excited look in Madison’s eyes. The girl promptly positioned herself so that the cock stood in front of her, the shaft rising from Michelle’s crotch, between Madison’s breasts, the orbs firm, yet soft as Madison let her tongue loll out to run over the head. She ran it across the slit, tasting the building pre-cum and moaning at the taste, now attempting to bath as much as she could in her spit, while using her hands to press her breasts together, her saliva beginning to drip down onto them, created a pseudo pussy for Michelle’s magnificent cock. The catgirl let out a low moan of appreciation, spurring Madison to go further.

Madison opened her mouth wide, before leaning down and taking the first massive inch of Michelle’s cock. The pure female moans vibrated through her chest, causing her breasts to quiver around Michelle’s dick, sending additional waves of pleasure through the catgirl, as she began to light thrust her hips into the air, seeking only further stimulation. Madison was all too eager to assist, as she forced her head down further, gagging lightly as she took the entire head into her mouth, the tip now constantly spurting pre-cum almost directly into her throat. Michelle’s moans became louder, Madison’s own joined her as she pleasured her mistress. Michelle gave a sudden, forceful thrust, finally entering Madison’s tight throat.

The catgirl could hardly believe the difference. She had been deepthroating herself for years at that point, and yet it was so similar and different to be in someone else’s throat. Madison swallowed around Michelle’s slowly deepening shaft, feeling it stretching her oesophagus. She eventually reached her own breasts and moved herself accordingly, now on her hands and knees to gradually feed the cock into herself. Madison breathed deeply through her nose, struggling to do so as Michelle’s cock perfectly plugged her airways, but continued to do so, the overwhelming scent of Michelle’s musk flooding her mind with an all consuming desire. As she breathed, her breasts bounced from the shuddering inhalations, causing her to feel the distinct bulge of her mistress’s cock through her skin. Madison felt her floodgates open as she came from simply knowing this fact.

Michelle placed a hand on Madison’s head, gently urging her down further and further. The catgirl was nearing her own release, her moans of encouragement, and sudden thrusts of delight sending her clear intent to cum inside Madison’s stomach, something that only urged the woman to go further. Madison only moaned and swallowed as best she could, doing all she was able to given her position, as a hand moved to Michelle’s balls, feeling how each orb completely overflowed her hand, the smooth scrotum taut around the burgeoning balls. As Madison caressed them, she felt her mind flooding with a desire to bury her face in them, however it was overwhelmed by her need to have her stomach penetrated. Michelle’s moans rose higher and higher as her balls were tended to.

Madison knew her mistress was close, as was she. Her previous orgasm had only faded, but now it rose once more, promising a greater release than before. Madison knew her pleasure should be second to her mistress’s, as such she reached behind Michelle’s balls, finding the rarely used pussy they almost seemed to protect. Michelle felt this and, as three of Madison’s long, slender fingers penetrated her underused cunt, she felt her orgasm begin. Cum raced up her turgid length, the girth increasing in response, as the veins pulsed so powerfully, one might be able to see them through Madison’s skin. Just as her mate finally penetrated her stomach, Michelle’s release was unleashed. Madison’s eyes widened as her belly was flooded with warm.

She cast her eyes down, seeing some of Michelle’s shaft that had yet to enter her. Madison steeled her resolve, even as her pleasure rose like a crescendo, however it never reached a peak, her mind and body both stopping it until she did her duty. Madison, with long, forceful moan, pushed herself as far down as she could, finally bringing the last few into her body, the head now pressing against the walls of her stomach, as it flooded with semen. The second Madison reached her goal, her body was rocked by an orgasm that exceeded all others she had experienced in the past three years. Michelle’s hands gripped her head tight, keeping her where she was, even as cum began to rise up her oesophagus, entering her airways and spurting from her nose in thin rivulets. Madison knew her mistress would never hurt her.

Michelle’s orgasm was unlike any she had ever experienced. Madison’s belly began to press against the bed, even as cum leaked from her mouth and nostrils, the amount so great and Michelle’s cock so thick that only thin streams could escape. Michelle felt flesh against her legs, soft and squishy, like a waterbed. She knew it was Madison’s stomach, but an instinct told her everything would be fine, and, as she was now, Michelle trusted her instincts with her life. Her orgasm continued, Madison expanding all the while, even as she came repeatedly, her juices staining the already cum soaked bed. Just as her stomach threatened to grow off the sides, Michelle’s orgasm began to dwindle, eventually becoming little more than a constant dripping. Madison realised this and pulled away.

As she did so, cum gushed from her stomach. Michelle’s cock, having acted as plug, now stood as erect as ever, even as it was doused in its own seed. Madison raised her hands to her mouth, trying to keep in, but the flow wouldn’t stop, her stomach gradually receding from the edges of the bed. Once Michelle’s cock was coated in several layers, as was most of her lower body, the flow finally stopped, leaving Madison’s stomach only slightly pudgy and and rivers of cum still flowing from the sides of her mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress.” She apologised, voice gargled from the cum still in her throat. Madison leaned and began to lick the cum from Michelle’s cock, trying to swallow it down, but failing from the sheer amount of cum already in her stomach.

“Don’t worry about it, and… do you have to call me ‘Mistress’? I said we’re mates, not master and slave.” Michelle said, only slightly out of breath.

“Well… I don’t feel right, otherwise. I think that’s one reason why I thought you were so familiar: it didn’t feel right to call anything else.” Madison explained, her throat clearing up as she managed to get all the cum she could into her stomach.

“Did any of the others do this?” Michelle asked, all the while standing as she prepared for the next act. Madison answered as she moved in almost perfect synchronicity with her mistress.

“Well, Amanda did for a while. We’d talk and refer to you as our mistress, but, after a while she got over it. As far as I know, none of the others had any problems.” This caught Michelle’s attention and she stopped moving, her crotch trained at Madison’s rear.

“Madison, I want to try something quickly.” Michelle said, causing Madison too look back in surprise. A short while later, Madison was drinking her mistress’s cum once more, only this time it came from her pussy. As she did so, her mind flooded with need, a need to obey, to follow her mistress’s every word.

“How do you feel?” Michelle gasped, trying to control her breathing after such an orgasm.

“Like I’d follow you to hell and back.” Madison asked, no hint of a joke in her voice. She leaned her head against Michelle’s thigh, breathing deeply through her nose to take in the overwhelming scent of her mistress’s cum.

“Did you feel that way before?” Michelle asked, stroking her mate’s, or rather, her servant’s hair.

“Yes and no. It was like I knew I’d do anything for you, but I wouldn’t let myself die just because you told me to.” Madison answered, almost as if she were under a truth serum.

“But now, if I were to ask to you lay down in the road and let a truck drive over you, would you do it?” Michelle questioned, curious to see the response.

“Without question.” Madison stated. Michelle heard no sign that she was lying, no change in pulse or quickening of her breath. Good to know, she thought. With her curiosity sated, and now armed with new knowledge of how dangerous her body was, Michelle stood. Her cock had remained hard as ever, as if knowing a willing female was nearby.

“Alright then… on your hands and knees.” Michelle ordered, which Madison followed almost before she had finished. Michelle leaned down and studied Madison’s pussy, the lips swollen and dripping with her arousal. As if in response to Michelle’s proximity, Madison spontaneously came, spraying her juices into Michelle’s open mouth, the sudden spurt having caught of guard. I bet I could touch her and she’d cum again, Michelle thought and did just that. She placed a hand on Madison’s too firm butt cheek, feeling the woman fall to her stomach as a new, much more powerful orgasm rocked her body. Michelle could hardly imagine what she’d be like with the catgirl’s cock inside her. Madison soon recovered however and returned to her position, looking back and silently begging for Michelle’s dick.

I could get used to this, Michelle thought as she grasped her cock in one hand. She kept the other on Madison’s cheek, gently kneading it as she did so, feeling how her fingers barely sunk into the flesh. Michelle lined her tip to Madison’s pussy, running the head along the moist entrance, mixing her juices with the drying cum, before giving a push. Again, Madison came as hard as ever, simply from the entrance of Michelle’s cock into her cunt, spreading her lips taut around its girth, even as her juices gushed forth to douse the shaft yet to enter her. Michelle held still for a moment, allowing Madison to come down, only to thrust forward once she had done so, sending the lust addled woman spiralling into a world of bliss. As more of her cock was enveloped, Michelle stopped holding back and continued to push onward.

At just shy of half her length, Michelle was met by resistance. She grunted, uncaring what it was, only knowing that it was in her way. Madison moaned in both discomfort and ecstasy, only to cry out as the barrier was forced through, Michelle’s cock thrusting forth to smash against the walls of Madison’s womb. Michelle realised what she had done, that she was inside Madison’s uterus, however the thought only made her desire burn ever brighter. She pulled out all until only her head remained inside, only to thrust forward with all the force her hips could muster, sending several inches extra into Madison’s cumming pussy, the juices from which were already pooling on the bed. Michelle cried out in joy as she repeated the process, settling into a rhythm until she had hilted inside Madison. Even so, she continued to thrust.

Michelle alternated her pace. She would move at a snail’s pace, making Madison moan in constant pleasure, only to speed up and force her into a reality shattering orgasm, time and time again. Madison was still conscious, her desire to accept everything her mistress gave her overwhelming the creeping darkness. Even so, her body was limp, her legs only staying in place from locking into such a position, while her bountiful tits mashed against the bed, the orbs being pushed against her chin as she drooled spit and cum. Michelle paid her no mind, now completely enthralled with her own pleasure, Madison’s being only a bi-product. As Michelle continued to hilt inside, she felt an all too familiar pressure building.

Madison felt the subtle shift in her mistress’s thrusts. The pace increasing ever so slightly with every move, while the shaft pulsed and the veins throbbed, actually visible through the skin of Madison’s stomach, bulging as it was from the sheer magnitude of Michelle’s cock. Madison’s orgasms began to fade into one another, the pleasure always there, rising greater and greater, only spiking never ceasing. As Michelle’s hilted inside her, paused, then thrust again, repeating the process, Madison knew the time was near. She summoned her will and placed a hand on her stomach, feeling her mistress’s cock through it. The added stimulation was too much for Michelle, as she hilted for the final time in Madison.

Her orgasm poured through her cock, moving like a bullet through a gun, as it gushed into Madison’s waiting womb. If Michelle had x-ray vision, she would have seen how thick her cum was, the sperm count no doubt beyond that of an entire countries men, all from that single spurt alone. Even without the vision, she was certain that, on the assumption she produced sperm as men do, Madison was pregnant, even if today was a safe day. The thought entered Michelle’s mind, her instincts flaring as her body tensed, actually increasing the force of her climax. The need was all consuming, even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, through it all the desire to breed reigned supreme. Michelle looked down when she noticed movement out from her peripheral vision.

Madison’s womb, as with her stomach, was inflating rapidly. Michelle’s cock plugged her pussy so tightly that the paste like fluid had no way to go, even so Madison was cumming without end, her cunt squeezing almost rhythmically in an attempt to coax more of Michelle’s seed to fill her. In little to no time, Madison was beginning to rise, her lower torso becoming a perfect orb of nothing but cum. Michelle watched with rapt attention, her own pleasure still raging strong, as Madison’s rear became level with Michelle’s breasts, which gushed milk in her pleasure, something that had failed to register earlier. Madison was soon above them.

Michelle felt her cock begin to exit Madison’s pussy. The catgirl acted quickly and pushed Madison further onto the bed, climbing atop it to keep level. Fortunately, by the time her mate’s womb was level with her chin, Michelle’s orgasm had come to an end, her cock beginning to soften as a sign of its satisfaction. Michelle remembered what had happened earlier and quickly moved aside, expecting a flood of cum to spray forth, however only a small river escaped, and even that dwindled in time. Michelle placed a hand on Madison’s belly in surprise and gave it a small push, but nothing more came out. Michelle, curious as to what had happened, moved behind her mate and fed her fingers into the still gaping cunt, her fist soon entered, followed by her arm, until she reached the end of Madison’s pussy. Michelle could feel her cervix and gave a sharp push against it, but found no purchase, almost as if it were made of iron. So it sealed to keep my cum inside, Michelle thought in joyous amusement.

She rolled Madison onto her back, seeing the woman was unconscious.

“You just rest now, we’ll do more tomorrow.” Michelle whispered and pulled Madison to the pillows, laying beside her and already feeling sleep beginning to creep at the edges of her subconscious. Just as Michelle was about to fall unconscious, she felt something moving. Madison’s belly was pressed against her, but now it wasn’t. Sitting up, Michelle watched in surprise as Madison’s inflated womb began to shrink rapidly, until she looked to only be six months gone, rather than overdue with oversized octuplets. This is gonna be interesting, Michelle thought and laid back down to sleep.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE