1 comments/ 46731 views/ 12 favorites Catty By: Namazuros Summary: What started as a plan to eliminate her competition turns into a cat-astrophe... Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. Author's Note -- Thanks everyone for the kind emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I'd absolutely love feedback; I'm very happy to be giving back to this nice site. Hope you enjoy! * "Ivy, isn't this far enough?" I looked over my shoulder to give him a smile, holding my wand up above my head for light. "No, Kay, we just need to go a little bit further. It's great, you'll love it, it's soooo romantic." Kay blushed a little bit, looking sheepishly down at his feet as he followed me, and I had to try really hard to stifle a laugh....he was just too pathetic! Still grinning, I lead us deeper into the depths of the academy's basement, through cold stone tunnels and creaking wooden doors. Rosewood Academy...it was an exclusive university for mages, the best school in the country. I, of course, had gotten in easy; my parents had donated money towards one of the dorms, and with my grades and talent getting accepted wasn't much of a problem; batting my eyes during the interview probably didn't hurt either. I was focused on my studies, even if most of the other morons here weren't, and it wasn't long before I was recognized as one of the best and brightest here. If everything kept going this well, by the end of next year I would graduate at the top of my class. Well, at least until Kay showed up. I shot another quick glance over my shoulder at him, taking in his features. He was very tall, just over 6 feet, but he wasn't intimidating or bulky. His skin was like caramel, and his hair was the same dark brown as his eyes. As much as I hated to admit it, he was cute, even if I despised him. Kay had transferred to Rosewood 6 months ago from a neighboring country. Despite being shy, he quickly impressed teachers with his skill at magic, performing complicated spells with relative ease. I tried talking to him soon after he transferred, and what I found out made my blood boil. He hadn't practiced magic for more than a year before coming here! He wasn't from any well-to-do family, he had gotten accepted after personally being chosen by the Headmaster while on tour...he was being hailed as some sort of prodigy! This awkward loser, a prodigy!? It was enough to make me sick! I was supposed to be the best student here, graduating with the highest of honors! I wasn't about to play second fiddle to this idiot! Talking to him let me figure out a couple other things as well. Kay was a total geek...an awkward loser who got nervous if a girl so much as breathed near him. And he seemed surprised that I was even talking to him...although who could blame him? I wasn't just smart, I was beautiful, and I didn't need ridiculously huge tits like some of the sluts here to get men staring. Once he started talking to me, seeing his face light up as I gave him attention, I knew getting his trust and getting him to come down here alone would be a snap. Pulling myself from my thoughts, I shoved open a heavy wooden door, the room beyond nearly pitch black. "Well, here we are, Kay...you first." Kay stopped, peering into the dark. "W...what's in there...? I mean...it's...it's kind of dark...c-can't we just...you know....stay out here and talk, and stuff...? I mean, w-we can even just go back upstairs, I d-don't want you to get in trouble for being down here..." "Oh come on, Kay, grow up! Nobody is going to catch us down here, and who cares if the basements are off-limits to students? It means we'll have privacy....now come on, come in....please...?" I fluttered my eyelids at him, giving him my best seductive pout...I thought he would faint right there, but after gulping and looking around nervously, Kay walked passed me into the dark room. Brainless loser. I lowered my wand at him, blasting him from behind with a green bolt of light. Kay let out a cry, falling onto his stomach, yelping in surprise and pain. Finally allowing myself a small giggle, I waved my wand in front of me, lighting the many torches in the room, bathing the simple round room in orange light. Slamming the door securely behind me, I turned to gaze down at Kay. I bent down in front of the squirming boy, meeting his gaze as he looked up at me, his eyes wide and confused. "Ivy?! W..w-what's happening?! What did you do!?" I cut off his words with a slap, grinning at him. "I can't get over how stupid you are, Kay. Did you seriously think I wanted to waste time with you? God, you're such a loser, it makes my skin crawl being around you." Seeing tears form in his eyes, I felt a surge of satisfaction, and my smile widened. "No, I think I've had enough of you here at Rosewood; you don't fit here. I've got a good thing going as the smartest girl here, and I don't want some stupid weirdo like you ruining everything for me. It's a shame it had to come to this..." I gave him a pat on the cheek, then smiled and turned to leave, making sure to pause and rub dirt on robes. Kay, seeing me stand, started to wiggle some more. "You can't leave me here! W-what did I do?! Please, please, I'm sorry for whatever I did, just let me go!" I paused, turning back to him. "No, Kay, I have to leave you here, but it's only for a bit. I just need to grab the Headmaster and tell him that you dragged me down here to have your way with me, and that I barely got away." I saw Kay's eyes widen in anguish and fear, but I stopped him before he could reply. "And no, I don't expect them to believe you. What would a good girl like me lie? At the very least, you'll get your scholarship revoked for being down here in a restricted area, and you won't be able to afford to go to school here any more. Either way works for me. Kay closed his eyes, resting his head on the floor, shivering. "I...I t-thought you...thought you liked me...but...b-but you'd really do that...you'd do all that to me?" "Of course I would, moron. That's what you get for butting in where you aren't wanted." I sigh, looking down at him. "Anything else before I leave?" Kay kept his face against the ground, and the motions of his back told me he was trying his hardest not to cry. "Please...c-could you flip me over...? I...I can't move, and...and it hurts..." "God, fine, you're such a crybaby." I walked back over to him, kicking him in the side to flip him over. I only had a moment to register the small smile on his face as he aimed his wand at me, clutched tight to his stomach, before being hit with a blinding white light. Then everything faded into black... "Hey, wake up. Wake up!" I felt something nudge my stomach, and I let out a tired little moan. Then my eyes shot open as I remembered what happened. I saw Kay standing over me, his wand in hand. I tried to get up, but I was stuck on my back; he must have stunned me, and now I was in an embarrassing spread eagle pose on the ground at his feet. I pouted up at him, trying to get my thoughts together, but the only thing going through my head was anger. "Kay, what the fuck are you doing, you creep? Let me up!" Kay smirked down at me, shaking his head sadly. "Ivy, you know, I really did like you. I was thinking you were a nice person, despite what other people had told me. But now I see that they were right; you're a self-absorbed bitch." I felt my face flush with heat, and I glared daggers up at him. "Shut up!! Nobody talks to me like that! You're beneath me, you piece of fucking tra-OWW!" Kay had bent down as I was talking and slapped my right cheek, stunning me into silence. It didn't hurt too much, but it did sting, and nobody had EVER hit me before. Kay stood back up to his feet, still wearing that infuriating smirk. "You see, if you had just been rude to me, that's one thing. But are you seriously that messed up that you wanted me out of the school? You were willing to try and ruin my reputation to do it? That's a huge mistake, and I think you're about to find about how badly you messed up, Ivy." I looked around as he talked, and saw my wand across the floor, a few feet from my head. Aha! If only I could move my numb limbs, then I would be able to shut this loser up....I wiggled a bit, but didn't accomplish much other than bringing my making my robes ride up a little. Kay smiled down at me. "You know...when I first came here, a few people mentioned what a catty girl you are...and I guess now I see why. But I think I can make that term a bit more fitting." I started to feel a bit concerned; this guy was obviously a weirdo, and he was looking rather threatening. I opened my mouth to try and reason with him some more, but he held up his wand, silencing me. "Yes, I think I could make some definite improvements to you. I think you'd make an adorable kitten. I stared up at him in shock, not believing what I was hearing. This guy was seriously a creep. "A..kitten...? What the hell are you talking about?! Let me go, you perv!!" I began to squirm harder, and Kay shook his head at me. "Oh, come on now, just stop struggling, you'll look so cute when I'm done! Catgirls are adorable!" "Catgirls....catgirls...?" I felt my confidence come back a little, and I sneered up at him. "Nobody here knows transformation magic, they don't teach it. And what the hell is a catgirl anyways?" He smiled wider, brandishing his wand at me. "Oh, but Ivy, I didn't need to learn it here! I had already discovered a few...fun spells in my studies. And what are catgirls? I'm so glad you asked!" And with that, he waved his wand slightly, and a bolt of white light hit my body, tingling my skin so hard that it hurt. I let out a surprised yelp, trying desperately to squirm away from the uncomfortable light. My body felt...not itchy, but as if a cobweb had been draped over me, and it was maddening being unable to shake it off. I let out another cry, unable to take much more. "Ahhhhhhhhnnnngh!!! Stop it! Stop it, you fucking bastard!!!" "Pipe down, Ivy, or you won't hear your changes. Now..." The tingling in my head suddenly got much worse, and my ears itched furiously, nearly twitching with the need to be scratched...twitching...really twitching...wait, why were my ears twitching...? Kay waved his wand, and suddenly the ceiling was a mirror, reflecting me on the floor. I looked up at myself in horror....or rather, at the fluffy cat ears that were now perking up off my head. They were covers in brown fur, and they were absolutely enormous. "W-what the fuck did yo-" All of a sudden, my words silenced, and I couldn't make a single sound. I stared at Kay in wide-eyed terror as he finished waving his wand at me. "Finally...I thought you would never shut up. Now, like I was saying, I'm glad you asked what a catgirl is. You see, catgirls have these huuuuuge ears...just like a cat, of course! They're nice, soft, fluffy, and they just love to be scratched! They even make a bitch like you look cute!" I started to feel another tingling, itching sensation, this one above my waist. I opened my mouth, trying to shout and curse at Kay as I felt something begin to push out form behind me. Kay frowned down at me. "Hmmm...those robes are getting in the way of everything. Let's fix that, Ivy." With a wave of his wand, I was suddenly in my underwear, and my face erupted into furious embarrassment. My body wasn't curvacious or anything like that, but I didn't want this sicko seeing me in my bra and panties. But my embarrassment got worse as I saw the fluffy brown tail swaying against the ground. I could even feel it, poking out of my back, just above the hem of my panties. I squirmed in discomfort, pushing my hips up to try and take the pressure off...God, it felt sensitive...and not necessarily in a bad way, but it just felt like TOO much... Kay grinned wider as he walked around me, clearly enjoying the show. "Yes, that's right! They also have super cute tails. And the best part is how sensitive they are...kitties need to be good, or they'll get a tug, and that can be too much for kittens to handle most times!" I felt my arms and legs start to tingle, and I tried to buck harder, letting out a silent snarl at Kay. Fucking bastard, there was no way I was letting him get away with this! As soon as I got out of this spell, I would hit him right in the nose! A laugh from Kay made me wiggle even harder. "Stupid catgirl...you're getting way too excited, you're going to hurt yourself! Well, it's a good thing that catgirls have big useless paws instead of hands and feet; they'll be perfect for playing with yarn, or whatever fun you'll want to have. And you won't be standing on just your hind legs anymore...cats don't do that! I weakened them for you, so that you can't hold yourself up unless you're on all fours, just like a good kitten." I looked up at my reflection, seeing the fur sprout on my tingling hands as they spread into massive, ridiculous-looking paws. I flipped them over clumsily and even saw bright pink pads. My feet looked no better; my ankles had shifted backwards, and my feet were looked like thinner versions of my hands. A flash of fear went through me as I realized that not only would I be unable to walk on my legs, I would be unable to pick up my wand....hell, unable to open doors! I squirmed harder, feeling the numbness in my legs and arms start to wear off, even as I felt a strange tingling in my throat. Kay grinned down me at me as he looked me over, backing away. "Well, kitten, that should be good enough for right now. Let's give you back that voice and see how you like your new changes?" He waved his wand, and I let him have it with a tirade I had been building up. "You fucking freak, mmmmmmmmmmeow, how could you do this to mmmmmmmmmmmeow!?!? Ahh...ahh..w-wait..." I felt my face heat up even more, and I looked up at Kay with frightened eyes. "Mmmmeow...?! Why am I mmmmmmeowing!?" Kay laughed so hard that I thought he would fall over, that prick. "Well, good kitties love to meow! And hey, we don't want you being a lazy cat, so let's get you up so you can see how you like your new and improved body!" He nudged me with his foot, rolling me over, and I landed with a whimper on my new paws, pulling myself up to my feet. I looked over my shoulder at him and felt my big fluffy ears go back in anger. "You bastard, mmmmmmmmmmeow, change me back right mmmmmmmmmmmmmmeow!!!" "Hahaha, why?" Kay grinned down at me, bending over to pat my head. On all fours, I barely came up to his waist, and I lowered my body, not wanting to be touched. But then he started to scratch my ears, and oooooh God, a wave of pure bliss went through me. His fingers felt like warm lightning, and I felt my hips wiggle as I began to purr, rubbing the top of my head against his palm. Then he stopped with a chuckle, and as I realized what I was doing, my eyes shot wide open and I let out a started yelp. That was the last straw, I would kill him for this! "Goddammmmmeow pervert!" I cried out as I crawled next to him, leaping up as best as I could. I was able to reach his chest, and I batted him across the face with a big paw and spat at him hitting his cheek before he pushed me roughly to the ground. Kay glared at me, wiping his face. "Wow, and I thought you were better behaved than that. I guess you really are a dumb animal...good thing I'm here to treat you proper discipline, eh?" He slipped out of his shoes and socks, kicking them into the corner. "Catslut, lick my feet." Immediately, my body sprang into motion, and I crawled to Kay's feet, burying my face against them. "Mmmmmm!! Ahhhmmm, ahhhmmmnnnn!!!" I tried to shout at him in confusion, but I couldn't stop my frantic licking, no matter how much I tried to pull myself away. I felt him lean down and pat my back, speaking gently to me. "Now, Ivy, a good catgirl is loyal and well-behaved. So whenever you hear your new name, Catslut (a shiver ran through me, but I licked even harder), you'll have to do whatever that person says. To the best of your own ability, at least. Catslut, stop licking and get up on your hind legs for me!" I looked up at him in horror as my body stared to move on it's own again. "Mmmmmmm!! Mmmmeow! W-wait, Kay, I'm sorry, mmmmeow, please st-ooof!!!" I had tried to push myself up from all fours to my back paws, but I simply couldn't support the weight, and tumbled forwards, landing on my chest with a whimper. Helplessly, I climbed back up to all fours and repeated the process, falling just like I had before. "S-stop it! Fix mmmmmmmeow!!! I d-don't want to be a kitty, mmmmeow!!!" Kay smiled that maddening smile again. "I'd love to, babe...if you begged me like a good catgirl. Catslut, you can stop trying to get on those adorable back paws of yours." I flopped down on the floor, panting with exhaustion. Then I gulped, looking back up at this boy who had turned me into a cartoonish freak. I would play nice, and then make this loser pay. "I...I'm sorry I was so mmmmmmmeow...m-mean to you...I was a mmmmeow, big bitch, and mmmmmeow, you didn't deserve it, mmmmmmmmeow." I cringed at all the cat noises I was making, but I soldiered on. "And...and, mmmmeow, you're so good at mmmmmmmmmeowgic! You're a really good mmmmmm...mmmmmmeow, mmmmmmmeowage! Better than me, mmmmeow!!" Kay clapped his hands together, looking pleased. "Good girl! I'll be happy to help you out with your problem." He waved his wand at the ground in front of me, and a bowl of milk appeared, the word CATSLUT bright pink on the side of it. "Right after my classes are done, I mean. You just relax in the meantime, kitty, I'll be back for you in a few hours." And with that, he opened the door and shut it quickly behind me, slamming it loudly. With a cry I crawled up to it, pawing at it frantically, but it was a pull door and I simply couldn't turn the knob with my paws. "MMMMMMMMM!!!! W-what the fuck are you mmmmmmmeow doing!? Let mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeow out!!!" I heard him laugh, then his footsteps fading away. I got back on all fours, looking around the room. Great, I was stuck in the basement as a weird fetishy cat monster. I let out a couple pitiful little moans, but my determination couldn't be kept down too long. I was smarter than Kay; he was just some creepy loser! I could beat him and get out of this! And that's when I saw my discarded wand, lying on the floor in the corner. "That moron, mmmmmmmeow..." I may have not been able to pick it up, but I began to paw at it, trying to get it between my two soft paws. "Come on...come on, mmmmeow....almost..." I let myself feel a surge of pride in my superior abilities, right before a bolt of green light shot out of my wand, hitting me right between the eyes. I felt myself tumble back, and as I drifted into unconsciousness, my paws flailing in the air, I heard myself ask one thing before I was lost in darkness. "Mmm...mmmmmmmeow...?" - - - "Oh wow...Ivy, wake up!" I let out a small moan, feeling myself being dragged out of the nice, relaxing darkness...it was so warm here, surely whoever needed me could wait a few minu- "Hey, Catslut, wake up!" Instantly, I was wide awake, laying on my back on a cold stone floor. I opened my eyes, glaring up at the smirking mage standing above me. Damnit, so it wasn't a dream...at least I was still in my underwear, so he hadn't done anything to me while I was asleep. I looked to my right, seeing one big fluffy paw. I could feel my huge ears twitching at the sound of Kay's voice, but something didn't feel right...groaning a little, I shifted my weight around a bit to get my tail comfortable. When I did, I felt some weight jiggle on my chest, and I finally looked down to really gaze at my breasts, yelping in horror. Catty Corner by SueNH © 1996 I decided to splurge when I made the reservation for the hotel. After all, this was an important business conference for me, and I was going to be in the city for only a couple of nights. My plane flights were going to be a grueling five hours, with two changes of planes. So I knew I'd be tired, and the idea of suffering with a cheap motel room was not appealing. I called one of those luxury downtown hotels. It was one of the new ones, built in a triangle around a huge central atrium..., glass elevators, balcony hall-ways draped in lush greenery around the atrium. And I asked for a luxury suite with a king-size bed and a separate living room. I wanted to take care of myself for a change. Hopefully, the conference would lead to some profitable business connections that would make the expense of this hotel seem insignificant. I had wanted to check into my room as soon as I arrived in the city, but of course the flights were late, and the traffic into the city made me so late that I had to go right to the banquet that opened the conference. What I really wanted was a shower, and an hour to relax and compose myself. But I put on my best "face," and freshened up in the restaurant's bathroom. The dinner and innumerable speeches dragged on and on 'til late at night. But the other people assigned to my table turned out to be interested in the services that my company could offer. By the time that the dessert plates were being picked off of the tables by the bus-boys, I had informally finalized several lucrative deals, and my table mates invited me out for drinks at the restaurant's bar. I was by this time totally exhausted by my the long day (including three time zone changes) but I felt that it was important to be gracious in accepting their offer to continue talking. The fact that they were all men, and that I was probably the most attractive woman in the crowd, was not lost on me, but I determined to keep things on a business level. The conversation over drinks was loaded with their mischievous double-entendres, which I let go unchallenged. Finally, we made arrangements to reconvene our discussions at the next night's dinner, and we all traded business cards. When the party broke up, I caught a cab back to the hotel. I couldn't believe it when I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost two in the morning. I was actually just getting a second wind, as if my deep feeling of tiredness was overcome with the triumph of making the deals with my dinner partners. I had to admit to myself that there was kind of an erotic charge to the way that I was feeling. Kind of keyed up, and also kind of out of control from my exhaustion. Not much I was going to be able to do about it except masturbate in my room, but that can be great, so I started to think about that as I finally reached the hotel and went through my belated check-in. I was so late that there was not even a bell-hop on duty, so the man at the front desk told me how to get to my room on my own. I pulled my suitcase into the elevator, and as it took me to the top floor, I could see the entire interior of the atrium, with row after row of rooms wrapped around the balconies. There were 20 stories to this place. Each of the rooms had a large window that face into the atrium, and most of them were dark. A few had the lights on, but were shielded by curtains. My sexually oriented thoughts led me to wonder what was going on in each of those rooms. Momentary images of all sorts of couplings flashed through my mind's eye. Walking along the long balcony to my room, I passed by dozens of rooms, and I found myself glancing at the windows. Several had lights on, but the curtains assured the privacy of the inhabitants. But one room had the curtains partly open, and as I passed, I snuck a look. Inside was a scene that froze me in my tracks. The room was lit by only the flickering bluish illumination from the TV set. On the screen was a soft-core porno movie, the kind that hotels make available for an extra charge. There were the two occupants of the room. The woman was naked, and she was leaning over the back of a big overstuffed armchair, facing toward the TV, with her large breasts draped over the back cushion. The man was standing behind her, fucking his cock deep into her cunt. His hands were squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks so hard that I could see the white streaks on her red and sweaty skin, where his fingers had pushed the blood from her flesh. They were situated so that they were sideways to me, and as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her, I could see the incredible length become exposed and then disappear again. He was so long and hard and wet, and on the back stroke, her cunt lips clung to his cock, as if they were trying to pull him back into her clutching vagina. His balls swung forwards and back, coming into view briefly with each thrust. She pulled her hands up to start pinching both her nipples into long hard gumdrops. The two of them were transfixed on the images displayed on the TV, mesmerized by the athletic threesome that are frolicking on the screen. Then he looked down at her ass and purposely drooled a long string of spit into the crease between her ass cheeks. The thumb of one hand chased after the moisture. I couldn't really see what he was doing, but it was easy to guess that his fattest finger was rubbing around her asshole, and when I saw his hand twist around, I knew that he had slipped his thumb into her. When he did that, her back stiffened and her body kind of jerked a bit, as if she were objecting. For myself, I know that I would be more than objecting. I like a little teasing around my asshole, but penetrating it is just not my thing. For this woman that I was spying on, anal penetration was apparently OK, because after a few seconds, she seemed to relax, and she went back to watching the movie and pulling on her nipples. Her chest was heaving and her rising excitement was increasingly evident. As was the man's-he had been very controlled in pacing his deep fucking motions, but now the thrusts were getting deeper than ever, and faster and faster. With the hand that was not involved with penetrating her ass, he started to slap playfully at the skin of her ass and back. Not the kind of slap that would be painful. These were light slaps, designed to heighten her skin's aliveness and sensitivity, like a splash of cold water. She didn't seem to mind at all, and in fact her head started to pivot around, flailing her short black hair around her ears, eyes wild with feverish lust. That's how she saw me. Her head stopped suddenly and her eyes locked on the window were I was standing, brazenly watching their supposedly private act. At first she looked shocked and worried, but that passed in an instant. Her eyes widened and she licked her tongue around her lips in a broad circle, wickedly smirking at me. Her stare made me aware of my own appearance, and I realized that my hand was pressed into the material of my dress, insinuating itself into the folds of my cunt. I was pressing hard into my vulva, cushioned my the thick skirt and panties that separated my fingers from my cunt, from the silky moisture that had wet my panties. Her smirk was to let me know that she was the one getting the true satisfaction from the shaft of wet flesh that was filling her. I was the one that had to be content with observing her complete pleasure. Her lips opened again, and I could see (but not hear) that she was saying something to her partner. He swung his head toward me and leered at me, laughing at my appearance through the window. This was finally too much for me. My embarrassment at being caught overwhelmed my hypnotic interest in their animalistic fucking, and I pulled my eyes away from theirs, and pulled my hand away from my cunt. I grabbed my suitcase and finally continued down the balcony toward my room, which was only two doors farther, being the last room on this wall. And my embarrassment at being caught by the couple was then made much worse, because there was someone else looking at me! He was in the room directly ahead of me at the end of the balcony. His room was catty corner to the one that I was soon to claim. Only his head was visible through the small gap in his curtains, but it was clear that his attention was focused on me, and I had no doubt that he had been watching me, as I in turn watched the other couple. As I reached into my purse to get my key, I averted my eyes from his, and struggled to open the lock and attain the sanctuary of my own room. I was so flustered that it took a while to get the key in correctly. Finally the door opened for me and as I turned back toward the hall for my suitcase, I again locked eyes with his. Something about him was reassuring, but being caught twice within one minute was kind of humiliating. In fact, I knew that I wouldn't feel safe until I was locked in my room. When I closed the door behind me and flipped on the light, I just stood frozen for a timeless moment. My heartbeat gradually slowed from a hummingbird's pace to something more human. I realized that I had been holding my breath, and I forced myself to take deep long inhalations. Eventually, I got myself back to some semblance of self control, and I took stock of what had happened, of what I was feeling, and of the fact that I was now safely ensconced in my luxury suite. Something about this feeling of fear reminded me of another situation-the time that I had snuck into a health club with a friend, so that we could use the Jacuzzi late at night. Our privacy that night had been interrupted by three college boys that had also snuck into the club. Hearing them in the hallway that night had petrified me with fear, but I remembered clearly that it had also been an incredibly erotic turn-on. That night was the subject of one of my stories ("Slippery When Wet"). It made me realize that sometimes fear and sex can be connected at some level. And that is what was happening for me right now. I was scared of the consequences of being caught being a naughty voyeur, but I was also turned-on. Not only by what I had seen through the window as the man and woman were fucking doggy-style. Also by the fact that I had been seen with my hand between my thighs by a complete stranger, late at night on the balcony of the 20th floor of a glamorous hotel across the country from my home. This train of thought reminded me of what it was that I had been caught doing. I had sort of been masturbating, and my panties were still sticky-wet with my juices. Now that I was safe in my own room, I could complete what I had started. I wondered if I should go on through the suite to the bedroom, and when I looked around to see how the rooms were laid out, I immediately noticed that the curtains to the atrium-side windows were open. My first thought was that I should, of course, close them. When I went over to do that, I looked out to the balcony, and immediately I saw the man again, in the room catty corner to mine. Because the hotel was built in a triangular shape, the rooms to each side of the inner corners actually faced inwards toward each other. Through my window, I was looking almost directly into his window, his room, and his face-it couldn't be more than six feet separating us. This stopped me cold. His hands held the curtains to either side of him, so that they were pulled wider than before. Now I could see his entire body, from his knees up. He was wearing a navy blue terry cloth robe, and I could discern right away that he was much older than me, maybe 60 years old or more. Gray hair, some facial wrinkles, and a wise and gentle countenance. His smile was sincere and amiable. Glancing downward, I could see the hint of a bulge beneath his robe, evidence that his cock was partially erect and tenting the fabric away from his thighs. Looking back up to his face, I knew that he had followed my wandering peek at his crotch, and he took his hand from the edge of the curtain and let it slowly move to the knot at the belt of his robe. When he pulled at the knot of the belt, the thick terry cloth parted as he held it to the sides with his hands on his hips, revealing the front of his torso. The pink skin of his chest was tufted with gray hair. For his age, I could see that he kept himself in pretty good shape, for his stomach was firm, and only a few wrinkles creased his skin. And then there was his cock. It was only partly hard, hanging downwards and slightly off to the side, but erect enough to have pulled away from his thighs. It sort of bobbed in the air, pulsing and twitching. I didn't know whether he was controlling this movement, or if it was involuntary, but I found myself staring at the dancing cock for many long seconds. When I pulled my eyes away to see his face, he raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to the side. It was a questioning look, asking me to think about what I wanted to do. He gave me some hand signals that indicated that we could get together. What did I want? I was so sexually keyed up, but getting together with this stranger seemed too complex for whatever time it was. And anyway, the theme for this evening seemed to be voyeurism, so that should be the way that it reached its conclusion. I decided that we could give each other a show. I put up my hand to let him know that he should stay put in his room. He looked disappointed for a moment, until he saw my hands go to the front of my green satin blouse. As I unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor behind me, his facial expression turned from apprehension to curiosity, and finally to admiration, as my breasts came into view, wrapped by a sheer lace brassiere. I hardly ever wear one, but for this evening of business, I thought it would be better to avoid distracting the men with the sight of my nipples poking at the front of my blouse. I flipped off my shoes, and then I unzipped the side of my skirt and let it fall to my ankles, where I kicked it aside. I undid my braid, letting my long blond hair come free and loose and kinky-just the way that I felt at the moment! My body took up a swaying, sensuous dance as I ran my hands up my thighs, over my tummy, and onto my swelling breasts. I unsnapped the catch in the center of my bra and let the filmy cups hang limply draped over my breasts, with the material catching on the dark jutting nipples. With a shimmy of my shoulders, my breasts came free completely, jiggling like bowls of jello. The bra slid off of my shoulders and onto the floor, adding to the jumbled pile of clothes. Only my panties were left, and before I stripped them off, I looked up to see how my observer was doing. He had shed his robe, and was now standing completely naked except for a thin gold chain and medal; probably a Saint Christopher, perfect for a traveler, but not so good for a practicing Catholic staring out his hotel window at a voluptuous naked woman dancing for his attention only a very few feet from his similarly naked body. Right now, his fervor was not religious. It was passionate, as was clear from the attitude and altitude of his cock, which was now pointing well above the horizontal. It had a curved shape that made the head of his cock point straight upwards, almost touching his belly button. Such a deliciously young cock on his mature body. And it was still weaving and dancing like an eel out of water. As I observed its meandering dance, he reached down and grabbed it, starting an extremely slow stoking. I was so close to him that I could see a couple of drops of clear precum squeeze out of the tip from just the first pump. The viscous liquid smeared over the broad, purple glans, reflecting all the atrium lights like silver glitter. As he continued his slow fondling of his 8 inch cock, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my flowery satin panties and pulled them down to my knees. Naturally, the crotch was sort of stuck into the wet crease of my cunt, and I had to pull it out before I could pull my feet up and out of the underwear. Now I was completely exposed to this stranger's view, and I wasted no time before dipping one hand down to my crotch, diving a finger into the puffy wet folds of my cunt. That first touch on my clitoris was almost an electric shock, making my entire body shudder. My eyes were now glued to the sight of his cock being pumped with a gradually accelerating pace, and I took the fingers of my other hand to pull apart my outer labia and matted cunt hair, so that he could see the glossy pink flesh of my inner cunt. I lifted one foot up onto the sill of the window, which was almost two feet off the floor. Bending my knee away from him spread my cunt area even more, so that I was totally open and revealed. I used only one finger to play with my clitoris, curling the others up into my palm so that they didn't interfere with his view. I swiped back and forth over my hard clit, occasionally dipping down into my vagina. Doing that made my inner lips spread more so that he could easily see the glistening jagged opening. I wanted to ensure that his view of my wanton masturbation was as unhampered as I could make it. Judging by the mesmerized look on his face, and the red flush to his skin, I obviously was having the desired effect on him. ....And myself too, for I was rapidly approaching my orgasm. Part of me wanted to let my legs buckle so that I could lie back on the plush carpeting. And I wanted to clench my eyes shut as the orgasm wracked over me. But overcoming those desires was the devilish urge to watch the stranger have his orgasm before I had mine. I slowed my finger as it flipped over my protruding clitoris, and staring shamelessly at his cock and hand, I took note of his technique. He was stoking up and down the shaft, squeezing hard on the down stroke and releasing much of the pressure when his hand slid back toward the plum-colored glans. The rim around the head was flared out away from the shaft, and his fingers bumped against this pliant barrier, pressing the lip up towards his pisshole without letting his index finger or thumb ever ride over the rim onto the come-streaked glans. He seemed to take great pleasure from rubbing that distended rim, and when I looked closer, I could see that it was covered with many dozens of teeny little white nubs. I'd seen these on other men, but never as many, never so pronounced. Maybe there are special nerve endings in these bumps, for he was concentrating his efforts on swiping across this area more and more, applying a sort of twist with his wrist at the peak of each stoke. And he took his other hand and used it to start juggling his balls, which were hanging pendulously, surrounded by lots of wrinkled flesh and gray hair. He was careful to massage his balls from behind, so as not to hide them from my view. What a gentleman! His fingers prodded into the scrotal sac from behind, pushing the veiled globes forwards and upwards, toward me. I licked my lips lewdly as I watched, His cock was harder and longer than ever, and the head was even fatter and darker. Precum was dribbling out profusely, and he stopped milking at the shaft and took the slimy head into his palm and started to knead and twist it. He knew exactly what to do to bring his excitement to the most hedonistic and ecstatic finish, and he was finally ready to explode. He again slid his hand down onto the shaft of his cock, and he moved it up and down in tiny increments, so fast that it was more like he was vibrating it that stroking it. In fact his whole body started to quiver, eventually punctuated with an explosion of semen that blasted out from the tip and flew across the narrow space, smashing against the glass window pane. It hit the surface so hard that it splattered in all directions, soon to be joined by another glob of gooey come, and another. Both his hands were pumping the liquid from deep in his balls, up though the long stiff rod, and arcing through the air. It was an enchanting sight to see the rivulets of semen dribbling down the glass, and pooling on the metal sill. The grayish-white color matched his head and body hair exactly. Catty Corner As the final act of his performance proceeded, I reinvigorated my own manipulations of my clitoris, occasionally harvesting some lubrication that seeped from my cunt. The aroma of the evaporating juices filled my nostrils with the zesty fragrance. As his spurting orgasm finally subsided, mine kicked into high gear, and I let my spine arch, splaying my crotch wider, thrusting it forwards. This pushed the back of my hand against the glass, propelling my finger even harder against my clitoris than I could with just the tired muscles of my hand. My other hand let go from spreading my outer lips, and I seized one of my heaving breast in that hand, palpating the hot swollen flesh in my palm, tweaking my nipple with my fingertips. Of course, all of this was just what the doctor ordered, for it only took a few seconds before my own climax began to wash over me. I had been close for so very long, and I had teased it out while I watched the stranger finish off his orgasm. But now it was definitely my turn to complete my celebration. My finger strummed hard over my clitoris, so fast that it must have been perceived as a hummingbird-wing blur to the man. I grunted and groaned as the first waves of ecstasy pulsed through me like electric shocks, and then wave after wave followed. My head was tipped back so that I could see only the ceiling, but I'm sure that the show I was putting on for the old man was incredibly titillating. I could feel my juices spreading onto the back of my hand, smearing on the glass just as he had smeared his thick come onto his window. Eventually, the energetic stimulation of my finger was too much, and when I pulled my finger away and up to my other breast, I found that I could just barely push my cunt forwards enough so that it made direct contact with the glass, I wobbled my hips around so that I was squashing my cunt lips against the cold sheet of glass, splaying the pulpy flesh and spreading the clear secretions. Finally, my legs and libido gave out. Looking behind me, I saw an armchair close by, so I let my knees buckle and collapsed into the comfortable embrace of the cushy upholstery. As I did so, I hadn't a moment to relax before I heard the phone ringing. What the Hell, I thought, and I looked over at the clock on the side table. It was after 4:00 in the morning! Who could be calling me now, of all times. But I reached over and picked it up. "My name is Charlie, and I wanted you to know that you were absolutely spectacular. I shall relish the memory of our mutual masturbation forever. Thank you so much. I don' want to bother you in any way at all, but if you want to talk-or whatever-call me back. I'm sure you know my room number, Bye." And with that he was off the phone. I hadn't had a chance to speak at all. I looked through my window towards his room, but the curtain was now closed. The room number was right there in large gold numbers on the face of his door. Do you think that I called him? If so, what happened next? I hope you use your imagination and figure it out! Catty "You bastard, mmmmeow!!! What the hell did you do to mmmmmeow chest?!" They were huge, at least DD cups, and I began to realize how much my bra was digging into them. Pawing at my chest, I clumsily got the dumb thing off, letting out a sigh of relief as my new breasts wobbled and swayed...God, they were heavy! I blushed, feeling exposed, but it was better than struggling to breath, at least. Kay started laughing as soon as I started meowing helplessly, and he began to walk around me in a circle, his eyes locked on my horribly swelled breasts. "Now, now, Ivy, I didn't do any of that. I don't know what you were thinking, messing around with that wand of yours without proper hands, but...jeez, you really screwed up. Not that I'm complaining, mind you." He bent down closer, lowering his voice as though I was his confident. "And might I just say, you look great in pink." "H...huh...?" I was still distracted by the two huge knockers weighing me down to really pay attention to what this asshole was saying, but when he waved his wand to summon a mirror above my head like before, I knew right away. "No! Mmmmmmmeow hair!!!" I was a natural brunette, and I was always proud of my rich dark-brown hair. I kept it shoulder length, because I always found long hair to be a hassle. Looking up, though, I found myself face-to-face with a face framed by hot-pink locks. Curly and full, it looked like the hair of some fetishy amazon warrior princess...a spoiled princess. It fell past my shoulders, and as I wiggled onto my side to get a better look, I saw that it nearly fell to my waist, all of it the same bubbly pink color. Finally, I tore my eyes from the awful sight, trying to pull myself to my feet before I remembered I could no longer stand on my hind legs. I fell forward clumsily, but managed to catch myself on my front paws, fuming up at Kay as I did. "OK, mmmeow, you had your fun, but you need to fix me right mmmmeow, or else I swear I'll mmmmmeowake you pay!" Kay looked like he was struggling not to laugh, and it took all of my willpower not to bite him. "Ivy, I had no idea what spell you tried to cast. Even if I wanted to, it would take a while for me to figure out what you did, and until then, you're going to be the cutest kitten ever." He paused, smiling wider. "Of course, I don't really want to fix you...at least, not right now. You sound like you still have an attitude problem, and you DID try to get me thrown out...and worse." His smile vanished, and he frowned down at me. "Do you ever stop to think about anyone but yourself? You're a really selfish person." That was it; I couldn't take this asshole lecturing me like he was above me! Who did he think he was?! With a furious growl, I leapt at him, biting his ankles and scratching up at his thighs. Kay jumped back at once, crying in surprise. "Woah, shit!!! Catslut, down!" Instantly, I felt my body press flat to the floor, and I let out a small moan as my new breasts rubbed against the cold stone tiles. Try as I might, I couldn't move from the position...I must have looked like ridiculous, but I couldn't even move my mouth much to complain. "Mmmf!" Kay rubbed at his ankle, glaring at me, and I was pleased to see that I had drawn a little blood. Ha, enjoy it, you prick! Now you know that I mean business; even your stupid spells can't stop me from hurting you! I thought smugly to myself. Kay finished massaging his ankle, standing up again and scowling down at me. "You see? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're impulsive and immature, and all you care about is yourself." A slow smile crept across his face, and he began to twirl his wand. "But....hold on, I think I got an idea. Maybe I can help you appreciate other people more..." He began muttering to himself, then flicked his wand at me. I felt my body flush with heat for a second, then return to normal. Seemingly satisfied, Kay nodded at me. "OK, Catslut, you can get up or whatever; you're free to do anything you want." Instantly, I stretched back up to all fours, looking up at him in confusion. "What are you talking a...ab...ahhh...ahhhmmmmmmmmeow?" I let out a panicked mewl as I felt my breasts start to tingle and swell even more...oh God, any bigger and I would be worried about them rubbing against the ground! And my nipples!! They felt like they were itching, like they were on fire! I tried to balance on three paws to rub at them, but all my new hands could do was make the itching worse. And my chest didn't just feel larger, it almost felt more full, like if... My thoughts were abruptly cut off as Kay kneeled down next to me, patting my back lightly as he began rubbing my left boob. Moaning softly, I tried to ask what the hell he was doing and what he had done to me, but I couldn't get the stupid words out. And suddenly his fingers slipped down to my nipple, and with a single forceful motion, he gave my whole breasts a firm tug. "MmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEOW!!!!" I let out a howl, shivering and squirming on my paws as I felt something squirt onto the floor. My heart was racing as I looked down, and as I saw what it was I let out a humiliated moan. "Milk, mmmeow? You're milking mmmmmeow?!" Kay laughed, standing back up. "Well, yeah kitten. You need to be milked...hmmm, I'd say every 6 hours or so, or it'll start to get a little uncomfortable." He started scratching behind my ears again, and it was all I could do to stay standing; his fingers were like delicious lightning, and I found myself helplessly purring against him. It drew another laugh from the bastard. "Yes, it's nice that you're being cuddlier. See, you NEED to be milked, but you can't actually do it yourself. With those cute paws, I don't think you'd do much more than turn yourself on. So you need to start being a lot friendlier if you want people like me to help you out; maybe this will be a nice lesson in humility." He stopped scratching, and I felt my ears go back as I growled up at him. "OK, kitty, what do you have to say for yourself?" "Fuck you!" I tried to crawl closer to him, to see if I could scratch him again, but something was wrong. Instead, my body was quivering and trembling, and I couldn't move my arms and legs. "Hey...hey, what's going on mmmeow?!" I cried out as my body lowered itself to the ground, bringing my face next to my milk that I had just sprayed all over the stone tiles. Before I could make a single noise, I buried my face against it, my tongue working frantically and loudly as I lapped it up. I felt my face heat up, but try as I might, I couldn't pull my damn head away! I felt a hand pat my head, and Kay chuckled. "C'mon, kitten, you didn't think I would have you make milk for no reason, right? A good catgirl loves milk, and she'll drink it whenever she see's it! From now on, whenever you make milk, you'll have to lap it up before long...your body will crave it. Isn't that great? Now you get a nice little treat when those fat melons of yours are milked, Catslut!" I felt a tingling feeling in my mind, and I shook my head as I lapped up the last of the milk. "Mmmmmeow, but I don't fucking want mmmmeow melons full of milk!" I stared up at Kay for a blank second before I realized what I said. "M-melons?! No, I mean...mmmmmmeowlons! Mmmmmmmmeow! Melons! W-why can't I say mmmmeowlons!?" Kay laughed even harder, nearly falling over. "Hahahaha, oh jeez, I'm sorry, I honestly didn't think that would happen...your mind seems to be pretty impressionable. Looks like that's what you'll be calling them though; personally, I think it's an improvement for you!" He paced next to me, bending over in front of my face. "Those melons of yours...you want me to milk them, don't you? Maybe you should try asking politely, and I'll consider it." I felt a surge of rage go through me, and I slashed at him again. Apparently he was ready for it though, jumping back and hitting me with another bolt of magic. I fell to the ground, spasming and moaning...I landed on my mammoth tits, dribbling a little milk out of my nipples as I writhed and cried on the floor. My body felt like it was on fire! But...oh...oooh...it was a different kind of fire...I leapt back up to my feet, wiggling my hips frantically as I stared up at Kay with wide eyes. "K-kay! Kay, please, mmmmeow, m-my...ah...oh God, what did you do!? Mmmmeow?! I'm...I'm...!" Kay had already walked back behind me, and he set one warm hand on my trembling butt...I let out a tiny sigh, my tail flicking restlessly against his chest. "Mmmm...well, kitty, that's because you're in heat now." He gave my butt a small slap, and I felt a wave of pleasure and heat rush through my body, my huge boobs wobbling as I shivered. "It didn't seem like those milk melons of yours did a good enough job in helping you be less selfish, so let's try this. When you need to be milked, as those fat jugs of yours start to slowly swell...you're going to go into heat, like a good catgirl. And no touching yourself...well...you can try, but those paws aren't any good for it, and you'd probably just frustrate yourself." He leaned down, his mouth next to one of my huge, soft ears, and I barely stopped myself from moaning as he began to whisper to me. "But here's a way to solve both your problems...when you cum, you'll be milked...those wonderful melons of yours will take care of it, and you won't be so crazy in heat anymore...doesn't that sound nice, Catslut?" I nodded frantically, backing up and rubbing my hips against the front of Kay's hips. Infuriatingly, though, he jumped back and rose to his feet, smiling down at me. I fumed up at him. "Well? Milk mmmmeow! W-what are you waiting for?!" Kay sighed. "I thought we talked about this...you need to be more polite, kitty...I could make you do it, but where's the fun in that, and how would you learn?" As he was talking, I felt my body get even hotter, and I mewled in frustrating...God, how had he made me so wet so fast?! I shook my hips harder, pawing at the ground, then finally back up at him. "If...if I do that....ah...mmmeow....y-you'll fix mmmmeow, right...?" Kay shrugged. "We'll see, but I certainly won't waste my time on a bad kitten. So make up your mind, and I'll just come back to check on you in a few hours." He turned to leave, and my heart leapt in my chest as my will broke. "Mmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeow! Kay! Kay, oh God! Please, please, mmmmmeowilk me! Milk me, milk mmmmmmmeow!!! Mmmmmmeow! Please, please, please!!!!!" "Good answer." Kay stepped back towards my wiggling body. I heard cloth rustling, and looked back in time to see him toss his robes to the side; he was naked underneath, his whole body the color of caramel, and I felt my body flush with even more heat as I saw him bare-chested. Letting out a mewl of need, I pushed my hips back against his, and he responded by slapping his hands down, gripping my bottom as he pulled my panties to the side. "W-wait...please, mmmeow, m-milk...need to be milked, mmmmmeeeeeow..." I stammered out, nearly drooling as I felt his wonderfully hot body against mine. I started to grind against him, feeling his throbbing cock between my quivering cheeks. Kay gave my butt a gentle squeeze. "Yes you do...and this is how I'm going to milk you." And with that, I felt a surge of heat go through my trembling pussy as he thrust into me, drawing a gasp from my lips. "Mmmmeow! Mmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeow!!!" I howled out, pawing at the ground, whimpering and whining and groaning....I looked back at Kay, whipping my head back and forth as I gave him an animal's growl. Kay laughed, pumping into me harder. "Jeez, you really are in heat, huh? Good Catslut....you're a good kitten, and you...ahh...ahnnn...y-you deserve a nice reward..." Kay's voice broke, and he started to pant harder himself. I could hear him grunt behind me, his noises and sounds keeping pace with mine, like we were two animals. "Nnnnnnnnngh! Ahh..o-ok, kitty...ok, Catslut..ahh...h-here you go...!" Kay stammered out, and I could feel him swell inside me, making me squirm. A second later, I felt a hot, wet sensation inside me, and I squealed with delight as his cum shot into me, the sensation instantly triggering my own heated orgasm. Lightning danced in my vision and I moaned and writhed on the floor, mewling in ecstasy, and I felt my nipples begin to tingle, a pressure building up behind them, a sensation that both ached painfully and deliciously. With a small gasp, I felt milk spurt from my melons, squirting a bit at first, then dribbling steadily down my chest onto the ground. The heat from my whole body was too much, and I collapsed into my milk with a wet sound, moaning and purring. Finally, after a blissful eternity, I opened me eyes. Kay had pulled himself out of me, and was putting his robes back down. He smiled at me, and my anger came flooding back, even though I knew it was useless at this point...I was stuck. "So...you're going to fix me mmmmeeeeow, right...?" Kay's smile grew, and he flicked his wand, a pink collar and leash appearing in his hands. "Yes, of course, kitten. But first, let's get somewhere more comfortable... "Mmm...mmmmmmmeow...?"