Caught Kittening
Story © TeraDyne Ezeri 2025

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You’d been waiting for a few months, but the moment finally arrived. A notification on your phone let you know the package was sitting outside, and you ran to pick it up before your roommate saw you. He should have still been asleep in the early morning, before the sun had even risen, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

After softly closing each door and sneaking up and down the stairs, you got back to your bedroom and swiftly made sure you’d be alone for a while. A knife came out, and you carefully sliced through the tape keeping the outer cardboard box closed, revealing a sturdier resin case within. One filled with what looked like black fur in abundance. One latch popped open, then the other, giving you a path to your prize.

A soft smile came across your face as you pulled out the hood on top. A feline face greeted you, its pointed ears flipping up as you got it into the open. Just below, you saw the other pieces of the outfit folded with care sitting within small dedicated pockets of padded space. A pair of paws sat next to each other, with furry shoulder-length sleeves ending in elastic bands packed beside each. Footpaws were next to them, equally furry leg warmers nicely rolled up within the cuffs. Around the outside edge, the long tube of a tail encircled everything like a protective barrier, and a fabric collar made to look like twisted white rope was just within its embrace, complete with a silver cat bell wrapped in foam.

You placed the hood off to the side and striped down, clothes flopping down into a laundry basket across the room. The fuzzy sheath shorts you’d bought from another maker had come in weeks ago, the silicone feline sheath itself having been making a tent in your pants since you woke up to the phone message, and your balls aching within their pouch. The thru-plug in your ass had made the walk downstairs a bit awkward, but not as much as the furred top with its multiple pairs of faux breasts, attached to your chest by the slight compression built into it.

With an even more intense eagerness, you grabbed the leg warmers from their nests, pulling them on and up just past your knees. The footpaws came next, with their black rubber soles and dark blue pawpads planting on the ground as you slipped them over your feet. They fit perfectly, and the soles made paw prints in the carpet in their wake as you walked around in them.

Your hands retrieved the sleeves and put them on, enjoying the feeling of the thick fur in your hands for a moment. That went away when you got the paws on, the thick digits blocking out a lot of your sense of touch with the blue capacitive pads on the fingertips and palms. The retractable resin claws were also a nice touch, with a tricky set of elastic bands inside to let them work.

The hood came next, with some sort of special interior that made it form-fitting to your face. Your nose breathed through the nostrils at the end of the snout, and your ears heard from the pair on top of the hood, while your eyes viewed the world through openings perfectly aligned with them. Opening and closing your maw felt natural, and the silicone tongue extender didn’t get in the way of your actual mouth somehow.

Only the tail remained, clipping into a locking slot on the back of the shorts. It was a beltless design that some makers had started using, and worked with the anal plug to help stabilize the limb as it swayed behind you. Something that just felt right as you stood there, looking at yourself in the mirror.

You put the collar around your neck to hide the seam between top and hood, then started to grope at the breasts with your new hands. Of course you couldn’t feel it, but just the phantom sensations were making your shaft twitch with excitement. Everything had fallen into place. You just needed to---

“Well, hello there.”

To your slight horror, you turn around, only to find your roommate standing just past your freshly closed door. A door you’d forgotten to lock in your fervor to enjoy the new treat. The two of you had always had a bit of an understanding relationship, with him not minding you wearing the shorts or being out in the nude as long as guests weren’t around. He’d sometimes tease you about the more traditional collar you wore, and on more than a couple of occasions, he’d call you kitten and pet you with your basic kitten gear strapped on.

“Are you lost, little one?” He said in an almost sensually teasing tone, approaching you where you stood. A finger went under your chin, closing the agape hole in your stunned stupor. “Maybe I ought to bring you home with me. I’ve got plenty of toys for you to play with, and plenty of milk to go around. I might even let you sleep on the bed sometimes.”

You couldn’t even think of what to say in your situation. Nothing came out of your mouth as it opened. Well, almost nothing. He’d only just caught the barely audible “nyaa” you made as your brain practically shattered in sheer embarrassment. Embarrassment that was unfortunately turning you on, and he knew your kinks well enough to press those buttons.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He reached over to your desk and grabbed the chain leash you sometimes let him put on you, clipping one end to your collar while the loop remained in his grip. Then, his free hand began petting along your head while the other one scritched softly behind an ear, which you could still somehow feel through it all. You can’t help but let out a soft series of purrs in kind, eyes closing a bit to enjoy the pleasing sensations.

“That’s it. Good kitten. Daddy’ll take good care of you.”

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just playing along. You couldn’t bring yourself to care in that moment. All you cared about was his soft caress and caring embrace as he led you downstairs and into the living room, before pulling you onto the sofa with him to enjoy some TV time. He got you across his lap as he continued showing you some love and affection, simply letting you kit out as he’d sometimes call it.

Whether or not Daddy was what you’d be calling him for the rest of the day, or even for a long time, you didn’t care. You didn’t even care that you’d been waiting all this time for a bit of self-sexual time in everything. That was for later. For now, all you wanted was Daddy’s hand along your head and back as you both watched a show together in peace.