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One Simple Task (clean)
  by DS

Contains: humiliation, costumes, transformation

This is the revised (clean) version of One Simple Task, one of the stories dealing with the Kerinkov family. After the original was completed, I rewrote the story into this clean version, removing the explicit scenes, slightly improved the narrative and provided more background information on certain characters. The original (smutty) version can be found [here].

Part 1 - Black Cat

Vanita clasped her bag firmly as she reached for the doorbell, double-checking the number to make sure she was in the right place. It had to be the right place - she had spent the last half hour walking up and down the street making sure it was, when she was already way late to start with. Her heart sank as time passed without an answer - was miss Kerinkov gone already? The woman was supposed to be some exclusive fashion designer, but the place seemed awkwardly deft, with an impossibly large garden up front, and was situated far from the busy city center... Doubting between ringing the bell a second time and giving up, she jumped as a loud buzzer sounded; recovering, she pushed against the door, which softly clicked open.

The house had an old, musky smell to it, wooden carvings adorning the place, but the hallway was littered with boxes - someone was either starting to move out or just about done moving in. Vanita put down her bag, trying to look around the broad stairs for a sign of life. "Miss Kerinkov?" she called, and almost immediately a door to her right opened. "You must be Vanita... Vaisham...payan? Is it Vaishampayan? Right this way please". The woman inviting her in was tall, with long curling blonde hair, and pretty in an unusual fashion; perhaps it was Kerinkov's assistant. "I'm Natasha Kerinkov as you may have guessed - please, take a seat" the woman gestured, holding out her hand invitingly. Vanita blushed and shook the woman's hand - she was in the right place after all, but she felt stupid for assuming someone with a European name like Kerinkov would automatically speak in a thick accent.

Miss Kerinkov wasn't as old as she had expected either, seeming in her late twenties, but it was mostly her mature attitude that made her feel much younger. "You're a little late Vanita, so I'll keep this short. As I explained, I need you to attend the phone for today and tomorrow while I'm out - I only just moved into this place; a proper installation will arrive on Monday but I simply can't afford to leave the phone unanswered until then". Vanita nodded - the job was perfect for her, allowing her to do her first homework assignments and maybe read a little; if she left a good impression, perhaps miss Kerinkov would call on her again for other administrative tasks - after moving into the city for her first year of college her finances had been anything but comfortable, so she could definitely use the money.

"You can use this notepad here to make notes of any calls - like I said, I don't expect there to be many, but just incase someone calls, inform them I'm out for the day and ask only for their name and number - only their name and number, you hear - and let them know I will call them back tonight or tomorrow morning. Any questions?" "Shouldn't be a problem, miss Kerinkov. You'll return around eight in the evening, then?". She tried to match the woman's organized tone, hoping to impress or at least inspire confidence. "Between eight and nine - there are snacks and drinks in the kitchen fridge, feel free to help yourself to those. Just keep your breaks short, I don't want the telephone to be left unattended for too long". Vanita nodded, smiling. Miss Kerinkov leaned closer, lifting her chin with her hand. "You look like a responsible girl. I shouldn't have to mention this, but I don't want you wandering around this place. Don't touch anything you don't need to touch. Don't go anywhere you don't need to go". "Ofcourse, miss." Vanita shrugged off the unsettling feeling she got being near miss Kerinkov. This was going to be a breeze.


With miss Kerinkov gone, she could finally unwind - her first order of business was to claim her space on the desk to do her homework; she placed her books and pads, grabbed her pens and prepared for her first subject. There was an antique clock across the cosy office to help her keep track of time, the silent ticking accompanying the sound of her pen as she worked, and as promised, the phone remained silent.

An hour later Vanita sighed, pushed her chair back and stretched. Two subjects finished, but sitting still for this long made her feel stiff and uncomfortable. A break to stretch her legs would do her good - she took care to stay in shape, priding herself with more or less retaining the nimbleness she trained in her ballet years. The kitchen was close by, and Vanita was surprised by how modern it was - definitely renovated. Miss Kerinkov had called it a 'fridge', but the stainless steel juggernaut before her was more like a warehouse of foods and beverages, offering a wide selection of healthy drinks and snacks for her to choose from. She wondered if Kerinkov was planning to live here alone - the place seemed impractically large for a woman living by herself. Vanita grabbed some orange juice and decided to head back - she could drink it in the office, her priority was to not leave the phone unattended.

But the phone didn't ring. The book she brought simply wasn't captivating, she didn't feel like finishing the rest of her homework just yet... and inevitably, boredom set in. The clock showed miss Kerinkov wouldn't be back for at least four more hours, and she began to worry just how she'd manage to fill that time. She stared at the phone, wanting it to ring now, to break the monotony of having to sit there doing nothing. But the phone didn't ring. Vanita tapped on the desk with her pen, staring around the office yet again - it was an interesting architecture, with high ceiling and a plaster ornament in its center, from which a rich chandelier, adorned with glass or crystal of sorts, was suspended. But she'd seen every inch of it by now, just like the rest of the room. Bored.

After a while, Vanita shot up again, first aiming to just stretch her legs some more, but she had been eyeing the opened door quite a bit - surely she didn't need to stay in the room, as long as she made sure she remained within earshot of the phone? Her curiosity quickly gained the better hand, and it didn't take her long to abandon her post, leaving the door wide-opened to ensure the telephone could easily be heard.

The living room was richly decorated with more antique furniture, but she spotted several modern touches, making her wonder just how rich miss Kerinkov was to be able to afford things like a massive flat-screen television, adorning the wall almost like a movie screen. She resisted her urge to turn it on - she was terrible with those sorts of high-tech devices, and she always ended up breaking them or being unable to turn them back off. The mixture of old and new didn't really work - it was surprising how someone supposedly fashion-conscious could place a hi-tech speaker underneath a classic painting. The spacious room had broad sliding doors at one side, but Vanita told herself to behave. She had promised not to wander around.

And yet... she couldn't help sneaking a peek into the next room, only dimly illuminated by what little light filtered through the heavy closed curtains. She found the light switch by touch, then gasped in amazement as the large room lit up - between large moving boxes, countless mannequins were already set up, and bolts of cloth were everywhere, mixed with cut-outs, coiled threads, marking crayons, rolled out measurement tape - this was definitely where miss Kerinkov worked, and she marvelled at the outfits on display and in the boxes: uniforms, dresses, stage costumes in all shapes and sizes. Vanita had always loved dressing up, and the room made her feel like a little girl again, anxious to try it all on in one go, but remembering her promise she contained herself - no touching.

Moving further, she suddenly saw something move; her heart first pounding in her throat, she smiled, then laughed at her reflection in a tall mirror, beautifully adorned with a golden frame. A long green dress stood nearby, and she took position behind it, appraising herself in the mirror. The dress was far too lavish for a simple girl like her, she thought - her long black hair and dark skin contrasted with the white silk ribbons and embroidered cloth. It wasn't that she thought herself as unattractive, the male attention she had received at college so far pretty much eliminated such ideas, but she just couldn't see herself wear a dress like that anymore, her days of acting and ballet were behind her.

A pair of costumes caught her eye, elegantly draped over a large chest. One a beautiful jet black, one a grayish white, both full-body costumes; made from an odd, stretching fabric, smooth on the inside, slightly bristly on the outside, mimicking a thin coat of fur. They appeared to be cat costumes, complete with cat-eared hoods and long dangling tails, and the hands and feet had pawed mitts attached to them. She could see no seams, no zipper, no buttons that marred the design, but the costume seemed elastic enough for its wearer to squirm into through the neck hole. Miss Kerinkov's fame and fortune now began to make sense, her talent in producing these was obviously amazing. She hesitated for a moment, then took the black costume over to the mirror and held it against her body; it seemed many sizes too small, but she imagined the stretch would easily accommodate her.

Vanita bit her lip, resisting the urge to try it on. She loved wearing costumes, it had always been her secret attraction to acting and ballet, and a costume like this... but she was here to answer the phone, it was her responsibility to do her job and not snoop around in miss Kerinkov's property; she sighed as she realized she just broke her promise not to touch anything. It took her effort to put the costume back where she found it, and when she marched out the room she looked back - maybe she could ask miss Kerinkov if she could try one of them on tonight, before leaving? No... that would be way too weird. Maybe just asking to try on a dress would work... but then she didn't really care for trying the dress.

Vanita sat down at the desk with a sigh, staring blankly outside for a while. The books before her couldn't captivate her, and when she tried to continue homework she found herself doodling cat figures in her notepad instead. What would it feel like, inside such a costume? She traced her arm with her fingers, sighing again, then rested her head on it, hoping for the butterflies in her stomach to die down. Over three hours before miss Kerinkov would return... she never took that long to change, it'd be more than enough time for a little bit of fun... she got up, intending to needlessly stretch her legs some more, but she found herself wandering off again, her feet taking her exactly to where she knew she shouldn't go.


She'd just try it on for a short while, to see how it looked, how it felt - she just wanted to be a little kitty cat for a bit, to experience a professional costume like that, then she'd go right back to studying. Her sensibility was outplayed by her secret excitement, the prospect of wearing the costume just so... enticing, and she grinned madly while she took off her shoes, slipped off her thin socks and began unbuttoning her blouse. A moment of hesitation caught up with her - what if she wasn't alone after all? Well... so what. The windows were covered, and there were plenty of places to hide behind if someone was to unexpectedly show up. Nothing could go wrong with just trying it on for a moment, and she was giddy with pleasure when, down to her underwear, she poked her foot through the neck hole of the black costume, relishing the feel of the sleek inner fabric against her leg as it slowly disappeared.

Her second leg went in with trouble - the tightness of the costume made it difficult to slide into, and she cringed as her panties slid up with the costume, painfully grinding into her, and after some more attempts she angrily huffed, stripping the costume from her legs again. She blushed as an idea formed in her head, and she once again checked the room - she was all alone, it'd be perfectly alright. Her panties slid down her smooth legs, and after she placed them on her blouse she unclasped her bra, unconsciously covering herself with her arm. Her head spun as her legs slid into the costume, no longer troubled by her underwear, and she gasped as the fabric clung around her ass and crotch - even though the material was stretchy, she wasn't prepared for how tightly it hugged her every curve, her crotch a textbook example of deep cameltoe, the fabric riding inbetween her ass cheeks. She brushed her hands down her hips, shivering with the unexpected tingling sensation. It felt unbelievably soft.

"Geez Vanita, get a grip" she scolded herself, tugging the top half of the costume up along her body, the sleek fabric sliding past her bosom with some effort. The last bit was tricky, her arms abusing the full stretch of the neckline slipping in and out to stretch the hood over her head, and when she finally squirmed her last arm into the costume it snapped into place, and she felt it pull on her skin until it settled. She wiggled her toes in admiration, seeing the puffy footpads respond, and she was amazed she still had some dexterity in her hands, the thick paws around her fingers still moving with her motions. She got up, wobbling on the padded feet - her first criticism with the costume had to be that it didn't really seem comfortable to walk around in, the thick pads making it difficult to balance. Supporting herself on the chest, she moved over to the mirror, and beamed.

She looked gorgeous. Most of her body covered in jet black, with a scruff where the costume ended at her throat. A long tail swished behind her, slightly curled and somehow wasn't a bother no matter how she moved. Her breasts were still very pronounced, and she could even see some of her muscle tone on her stomach; the costume didn't wrap around her body like normal fabric would, it simply clung to the skin, giving a great sense of liberty. She blushed when she noticed she could even make out where her nipples were underneath the cloth, adding to the illusion of nakedness - but sexy as it was, it was still just a costume. She knew she had to be careful; if she got it dirty by accident, getting it cleaned up before miss Kerinkov would return could become a problem. Dropping on all fours, she admired how perfect the costume wrapped around her, and for a brief moment she imagined her ears twitching happily. "Mrrreow" she purred to her reflection, and giggled, her head oddly warm, fuzzy.

Moving around to pose, she noticed the costume had some sort of padding in the knees - could it have been designed for that kind of position? If it was designed for the theater, where actors probably crawled around on stage in true feline fashion, it'd make sense to design pads like that; she smirked as she mimicked such moves, prowling back and forth before the mirror. She lost track of time as she prowled around in the costume, and with a final stare in the mirror she could only conclude she made one hell of a sexy kitten... but the costume would undoubtedly look better on the person it was actually designed for. "What the hell is wrong with you..." she scolded herself, focusing her efforts on squeezing out of the costume again.

But as she pawed at her head, she couldn't get a grip on the hood. It wrapped around her too tightly, and the mitts made it impossible to get her digits underneath it, ending up just stroking her head, useless aside the pleasant sensation, and a foreboding shiver ran down her spine. The scruff at her throat similarly didn't budge - she couldn't even reach underneath the fuzzy lining. Remembering how she originally got into the costume, she began wiggling her fingers inside the mitts, trying to push her way out, but even though she could ball up her hand inside the paw, her sleeves appeared to be stuck against her skin. Transpiration. She had been moving around too much, the material wouldn't slide off in its damp state, not until she calmed down and let it breathe a bit somehow; she could only hope that wouldn't take too long. Then a shrill ringing sounded in the distance, and she froze.


"Crap!" She forgot about the phone. She needed to answer the phone. She stumbled forward, trying to walk, but aside making it difficult to keep her balance, the stupid costume was preventing her from stretching her legs properly, and after only a few steps she slumped back to the ground. The ringing continued incessantly in the background. No choice but to crawl, she could worry about getting out of the costume later, she had to get to the office right now. The padding made crawling comfortable enough, but it was so slow, so slow. Into the living room. Still the phone rang, and her limbs were getting tired from her exertion. Into the office. She lifted herself onto the chair, the phone ringing loudly next to her, and she fumbled with the horn, the mitts hardly giving enough grip to even lift it, but she managed a desperate attempt and held it against her head. "H-Hello?" she gasped. Dial tone.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" One simple task. Answer the phone, write down name and number, don't ask further questions. And she managed to blow it. Stupid stupid stupid. Her mind milled around for excuses, anything to make her failure sound a little more acceptable. But the only excuse was that she was an irresponsible nineteen year old that put on someone's costume while she should've stayed put in the office. She miserably stared at the phone - even if it had enough buttons to maybe have some fancy redial option, she wouldn't know how to operate it. Probably couldn't even operate it with these mitts. Maybe the person would call back, but she needed to get out of the costume before then, she could not afford to miss any more calls, or she could forget about getting paid, let alone getting asked back ever again. Her eyes drifted momentarily to the scissors on the desk, but what good would irreparably damaging this sophisticated costume do?

To make matters worse, the exertion of crawling all the way to the office had caused further transpiration, leaving the costume almost glued to her skin. She couldn't even loosen it biting gently with her teeth, let alone slide it up and down her arms or legs. Quickly rising from the warm chair, she concluded standing up would be the quickest way to dry the suit, but the costume's awkward design made it tiresome, and after a while she gave up, dropping down to her hands and knees again. There was only one chance for her: to sit down, stay still, try to answer calls despite her costume handicap and get the costume off the moment it loosened up again. The clock chimed to warn her there were now less than two hours until miss Kerinkov would return.

She sat against the desk, draping her tail around her, hugging her knees with her arms. The costume began to itch, probably not intended to be worn for long periods or something, or at least not without talcum powder, but she tried to ignore it, hoping it meant it was starting to dry - if she got it off soon, she would still have time to air it out and put it back where she found it. The tight hood was making her ears throb lightly, which had been pleasant when she was playing around, but now it slightly worried her. Every now and then she tried to budge the suit again, and every time it seemed more futile. Perhaps it was time to face the fact that she might have to explain to miss Kerinkov how she got into that suit.

At least it'd make for an entertaining story - she could already imagine her roommate and friend Sophia laugh at her for getting herself into this mess. She wondered what the girl would actually think seeing her like this, though - it wasn't exactly a modest costume, and would easily give people the wrong ideas. They had met in the introductory period of college, stuck with each other and decided to combine their luck to find a nice room to share rent. But although they usually ate together and helped each other out when needed, she didn't really know much about Sophia so far; the danger of creating the wrong impression was enough for her to decide to keep this embarrassing tale to herself. But Sophia wasn't the person she had to worry about... "Sorry miss Kerinkov, I spilled juice all over my clothes and had to put something on while they dried, so I walked past all the dresses and gowns and went through great trouble to put on this cat costume". Yeah, that was going to work just brilliantly. There was still time to get out of the wretched costume, she just had to... But then she heard the key click in the lock, the front door opening and closing. It couldn't be...


"Vanita?" miss Kerinkov called, her keys rattling onto the desk. She shrunk back, retreated to the doorway, too ashamed to show herself. "Vanita?!" miss Kerinkov called louder, and she bit her lip, swallowed hard and stepped into the office, supporting herself on the door post. "Ummm... m-miss Kerinkov, I..." she started, but faltered, beet red with embarrassment. "Vanita... my God". She realized the costume didn't really help cover her up that well, and quickly placed her free hand over her crotch, still unable to face miss Kerinkov. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "I'm so sorry miss, I just..." Kerinkov's serious demeanor seemed to soften, and she approached Vanita, tracing the costume's hood with her finger. "I guess that explains why you didn't answer the phone when I called". Vanita thought quick - if that call was miss Kerinkov herself, then she didn't technically miss any... "Thankfully it looks good on you..." Was she letting her off the hook? Could she really be that lucky? "W-well... it's kind of..." "I like it" Kerinkov smiled, and turned around.

Vanita tried to walk into the room, but promptly lost balance. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put it on, I'll take it off right away and make sure you wouldn't even know anything happened to it...". Kerinkov looked down at her, and she looked away in shame. She felt terrible, wanted to just crawl into a dark corner; even if Kerinkov could somehow overlook her blatantly ignoring her duties and messing up her costume... she still betrayed her trust. "Well? I thought you were going to take it off?" She looked up at miss Kerinkov now, surprised to see her smile, though she wasn't sure if she was pitying her or mocking her. "Miss Kerinkov, I'm sort of... sort of stuck in it". Kerinkov nodded. "Ofcourse you are". Vanita swallowed, looking up pathetically. "Could you please help me out of it?" Miss Kerinkov sank through her knees, running her hands over Vanita's back. "Let's see how you fit into it".

Vanita tried hard to stop her blushing as miss Kerinkov examined her, plucking at the costume, tracing her head, shoulders. "Hmm... why did you put on this particular costume, Vanita?" Vanita exhaled, hoping to stay calm. "It... it just seemed fun, I don't know..." "You like dressing up and pretending you're an animal, hmm?" Vanita blinked, blushing even more intensely - what kind of a remark was that?! "N-no, I m-mean..." This was getting way too weird, way too personal, but she didn't dare protest, all she wanted was to get out of the costume, and she needed miss Kerinkov to help her with that. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Vanita" Kerinkov smiled, stroking her back again, but Vanita was crushed, feeling like a total idiot. "I'm afraid you really are stuck though".

Was she serious? "You don't understand miss, I have classes on Monday, I can't go around wearing this, I-" Kerinkov looked at her with a distinctly colder gaze. "It's you who doesn't understand, girl. Do you really think that's an ordinary costume?" "No, ofcourse not" Vanita countered. "I mean, it's nothing like anything I've ever seen... I bet it's really expensive, I should've never..." "Oh it is expensive too - I've sold costumes like that for over a hundred thousand dollars, and I feel they're worth many times that; do you think I could just let you walk home with it?" Vanita shrunk back hearing that figure. She was wearing a fortune. "I... I guess not..." Miss Kerinkov rose to her feet, and Vanita looked up at her in confusion. "Miss Kerinkov... what am I supposed to do?! I can't stay in this costume forever, I-" "Why not? It'll grow on you". Miss Kerinkov had a lousy sense of humor, that much was certain, but Vanita wasn't sure how to respond. "Let's go get something to eat, you must be hungry". Why couldn't she just help her out of the costume? Kerinkov was heading out towards the kitchen, leaving Vanita alone and miserable in the office. "W-wait, I can't... I can't walk in this" she called, clumsily crawling after miss Kerinkov. "Ofcourse not - kitties don't walk, they crawl" Kerinkov laughed in the distance, and Vanita sighed in shame, trying her best to keep up. She deserved this humiliation.


Vanita climbed onto a seat, cringing as she caught a reflection of herself in the cupboard window; looking down, she noticed the costume was hugging her even tighter than before - this could take a while. The microwave whirred softly, and something already smelled good - she felt her stomach churn with hunger now, and she was glad for something to take her thoughts away from her predicament. "You don't mind Chinese? It's not very lavish, but it's tasty and quick... unless you want me to open up a can of sardines for you?" She politely laughed with miss Kerinkov, the cat jokes still coming strong. "No, no... Chinese is fine. H-how was your day?" Attentive, yet to the point - she needed to steer the subject away from this entire mess. "Hmm? Dull - left the affairs to my assistant, I think I can afford to skip going altogether tomorrow". She turned to Vanita, giving her a sly smile when she saw the question on her lips. "Don't worry - I'm sure I can find another use for you". Vanita sighed, not feeling like another day of embarrassment; she wasn't in a position to refuse miss Kerinkov anything however, not after how she screwed up the first and only task she had been given so far.

The microwave chimed, and Vanita sat patiently while miss Kerinkov divided the food between the plates - it reminded her of most of the home meals she shared with Sophia; despite all her mother's cooking lessons, she hadn't been enthusiastic enough to start cooking so far, same for Sophia, but the growing list of fast food leaflets always brought an answer. Kerinkov had even cut up the mixed dish into bite-sized chunks, but as she reached for her chopsticks she realized the impracticality of her costume: after pointlessly shoving the sticks across the table with her paws, she sighed in frustration, and miss Kerinkov looked up from her meal. "I... I can't..." Vanita started, showing her paws in emphasis. "Then don't use your hands" was miss Kerinkov's easy solution, and the slight irritation in her voice dissuaded Vanita from questioning her. Eat without her hands? She stared at her food, salivated at the smell, but she was confused about what was expected of her. "M-miss Kerinkov, I don't think I-..." she stammered. Kerinkov put her sticks down, calmly got up, lifted the plate from the table, placed it on the tiled floor and pointed it out to Vanita. "If that's how you want it - eat". "Y-yes miss Kerinkov".

She couldn't believe she let it come to that. If she had just eaten it from the table... now she was on hands and knees, faced away from miss Kerinkov, shakily moving her lips to her plate, too nervous to protest the humiliating treatment. She imagined how she looked, bent over to eat from a plate, her behind in the air, tail trailing down between her legs; her cat ears bobbing with the effort of her chewing. Acting like a cat had only been a weird fancy this afternoon, but now... "Are you done?" miss Kerinkov asked, and Vanita turned around, nodding bashfully, quickly brushing off some remainders from her lips to not look like the complete idiot she felt she was. The smile on miss Kerinkov's face weirded her out - how could the woman stay so calm about all this; she rather seemed to enjoy her predicament.

Miss Kerinkov picked up the plate from the ground, quickly depositing the lot in the dishwasher, and Vanita sat back for a moment while Kerinkov washed her hands. "Do you drink?" She looked up, half-expecting a saucer of milk or something. "What?" "Alcohol - do you drink? I was thinking of pouring myself some brandy". Alcohol. She was a social drinker, and she desperately needed this to turn back into a social situation. "Oh, sure!" She heard the glasses tinkle, and stumbled up on her feet. "Follow me" miss Kerinkov instructed with a bemused smile, seeing her waddle a few steps, then sink back through her knees, once again reduced to crawling after her.


Vanita's head was starting to feel woozy. The very warm room helped with that, as did the ridiculously soft leather couch, but it was probably mainly the alcohol starting to work. Miss Kerinkov was very forthcoming in refilling the glass she held between her paws, sipping gingerly, and she stopped trying to dissuade the woman, trying to drown her worries in alcohol sounded just fine right now. "...so... I don't make all of my costumes with the intent to sell them... sometimes, it's more like they wanted to be made..." Miss Kerinkov rolled her brandy in her glass, staring thoughtfully at the wall; Vanita wasn't listening, trying to piece together how she got herself into this mess, the reality of her situation weighing heavier and heavier on her.

"Miss Kerinkov I'm so sorry" she suddenly blurted out, her emotions flaring up with the alcohol, tears springing in her eyes. "I feel so stupid for putting on your costume and now it's not coming off at all..." "Vanita..." miss Kerinkov interjected, but Vanita let her tears flow freely now. "B-but I'm only a poor student and I can't ever pay for this costume and I have classes on Monday and-" Miss Kerinkov pulled her closer, softly hugging her while she slowly stroked her head with her hand. "Shhhh" she whispered, and Vanita sniffled. "I-I dunno what to do miss, I-" "Don't worry. It'll all work out in the end; trust me". The situation was too weird, too intimate, but not getting scolded or mocked for now was a nice change, and she was kind of comfortable on the couch. Tired... warm. Comfortable. Sleepy.


Vanita awoke in a warm glow. The bright morning sun was filtering in through the windows, reflecting on the leather couch she was lying on. She idly plucked at the leather, trying to piece together how she got in this living room again. A date? No... it was a job she did... Her nails got stuck in the leather, and she tried to focus her eyes. Her hand was black, wearing some kind of glove. "Oh God yeah, the costume". The cat costume she was still stuck in. Miss Kerinkov's cat costume... she must've dozed off on the couch yesterday, all the alcohol knocking her out fast, but fortunately she didn't feel any after-effects today. She yawned - Kerinkov seemed in a good enough mood last night, so today she'd take the costume off and return to some dignity. Shame really - the costume had grown on her in a strange way, and felt extremely comfortable in all its awkwardness.

But when inspected herself a bit closer, the irony of that thought quickly hit her. The costume's fur had shifted somewhat, now thicker on her arms and legs, her tan on her stomach almost shining through the thin fabric there. She cringed when she plucked at the hair, blinking in confusion. That wasn't supposed to hurt. That couldn't possibly hurt. She lifted her breasts, gasping when she realized her nipples were almost bare, framed by the softest tufts of fur. "Wha..." She stumbled off the couch, landing painfully against the wooden table, briefly inspecting her hands - padded and molded into paws. Claws sprung forth, and back in again as she tried to stretch her fingers. "What the..." The costume room. As quickly as her hands and knees could take her, she crawled over into the room, pawing at the light switch until the room lit up brightly, and she scurried over to the mirror.

"What the fuck...!" Her ears twitched on top of her head as she approached her reflection, aside what was unmistakably her own long hair, grown straight through the cowl. Her eyes were green and slitted, her teeth were fanged, giving her face a feline accent; the sides of what remained of her cowl ended in fuzz, much more like soft neck hair than a hood. Something distracted her - it was her tail, flicking back and forth nervously from her ass - her tail?! She clutched at her body with her paws, watching her tail dance behind her, her muscles rippling underneath the coat of hair. This went beyond the costume being stuck on her skin. There was something else going on here, something much more fundamental, and she needed answers, fast.


"What is happening to me?!" Vanita hissed, barging into miss Kerinkov's bedroom with her full bodyweight against the door. "W-why can I move this tail? And why is this costume, like..." She lost her train of thought. Miss Kerinkov was awake, smiling warmly at her; in the soft morning light she had a strange, almost angelic quality about her. "...like... stuck to me". "Good morning, pussycat" miss Kerinkov smiled, flipping her hair back. "I'm not..." Vanita muttered, but Kerinkov shushed her. "I said it'd grow on you, didn't I. It'll be easier if you stop thinking of it as a costume, rather... well, think of it as your second skin, with a beautiful coat of fur on it. It's a part of you now". "B-but I don't want to be stuck in this forever!!" "Oh, pussycat... I warned you not to go nosing around, you didn't listen, you chose to put on the costume anyway, and now you're stuck". Vanita bit her lip in frustration and shame, gasping slightly as her new fangs almost broke her skin. "You gotta help me miss, I don't wanna be a pussycat, I don't..."

"Come here" miss Kerinkov commanded kindly but sharply, patting the soft comforter covering her legs. Vanita was confused - why was she even considering... "Come here, pussycat" Kerinkov repeated, and Vanita couldn't withhold her urge, crawling onto the soft bed as commanded; miss Kerinkov stroked her hair softly, and Vanita closed her eyes in involuntary comfort. "You really are a beautiful girl, Vanita, and you make a very sexy kitty. I think I'll keep you as pet, wouldn't you like that?". Vanita felt her heart pound, and her tail flicked behind her. Why did she let this woman talk to her like this? She nudged her head against miss Kerinkov's hand, relishing the sensation of each stroke; wondering why it was becoming so hard to think. "I don't... I'm not a pet, I'm..." "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Y-yeah, but..." Why did she even admit that? "So what's the problem?" What was the problem again?

The petting stopped, and Vanita instinctively crawled after miss Kerinkov's hand, somehow wanting more. "I have a present for you" miss Kerinkov whispered, lifting something brown from her nightstand. It was a collar, a thick leather collar with an attached bell. There was something about the collar that confused her, some reason why she was supposed to resist. It clasped around her neck while she tried to think what it was, but even when she tugged at it while miss Kerinkov was closing it behind her, it didn't come to her what it was. "There. Now you are my cute kitty". She was a pet now? Miss Kerinkov was her lady, her owner? Miss Kerinkov slid her fingers under the collar, pulling her down to her face, and gently kissed her. Her resistance faded, her thoughts lost in the moment, not understanding, but accepting what she was told. She was... miss Kerinkov's pussycat...

Part 2 - White Cat

Miss Kerinkov was still in bed, with Vanita lying next to her on top of the blankets, lost in bliss as her owner stroked her back. "Ah, there you are, Juliette" miss Kerinkov suddenly spoke. "You requested these documents..." a soft voice whispered behind Vanita, and she scrambled onto her knees, blushing furiously as she covered herself; Kerinkov stretched contently, apparently not caring about appearances. A mousy woman with long silky black hair, a beautiful, porcelain-like face and thin glasses held out a file, patiently waiting for Kerinkov to rise up to take them. "Oh right, I guess I still need to sign those". She took her time looking through the files, and the silence made Vanita feel more and more uncomfortable; what had she been doing just now? What had she been thinking...? She glanced back at the woman, who now smiled uncomfortably at her. "You must be Vanita Vaishampayan - I'm Juliette Evans, Natasha's assistant" she greeted, holding out her hand to shake. Vanita nodded, moving to shake the woman's hand, but stopped when she saw her deformed paw; the woman sensed her distress, clumsily petting her head instead. "I think I'll give her a new name actually" Natasha interjected, looking up from the papers. "From now on, she'll be called Cat, just Cat". Vanita gasped and turned around in confusion, but didn't dare protest - surely her owner, no, miss Kerinkov... was just joking?

Juliette sighed. "Don't tease her like that, Natasha - I prepared breakfast for us in the kitchen - I don't really have that much time left, so..." Natasha smiled lazily, swinging her legs out of bed. "Go eat breakfast then, I'm going to take a shower. Oh, and take her along with you, I bet she's hungry as well - Juliette bought yummy canned food for you, Cat!". Vanita cringed getting called by that name, but Natasha just giggled noticing her distress; Juliette turned around in frustration. "Natasha, stop humiliating her already, the poor thing must be terrified of what's happening to her..." "Why can't you just mind your own damn business? She seems to be enjoying my costume just fine" Natasha snapped with sudden anger, and Juliette cringed. "S-sorry... I'll be in the kitchen" Vanita didn't understand the sudden tension between the two; when Juliette gestured her to come along she crawled off the bed, wobbling on her feet for a moment before shamefully returning to all fours.


"Don't take this the wrong way please, Natasha instructed me to buy this canned stuff, I didn't realize why she needed it, so... just bear with it until she's in a reasonable mood again, okay?" Vanita looked miserably at the chunks of cat food in the metal bowl on the floor, but to her surprise they actually smelled quite nice, and she didn't want to make things even more complicated for miss Juliette. "I-it's okay, it's my own fault I guess..." Juliette smirked, petting her head. "You shouldn't have put on that costume..." she whispered, and Vanita looked up from her bowl. "What is going on with me though? What is this costume doing to me?" The delicious scent under her nose was too tempting, and she blushed as she bent forward, taking a gentle bite from her bowl. "The cat suit you put on... it's difficult to explain properly, but basically, some of Natasha's costumes turn out... cursed, for lack of a better term. If you're not careful you get stuck in them, and if you're in them for too long you start... changing to fit the costume". Vanita chewed thoughtfully, her sharpened teeth ripping through the meat reinforcing her belief in what Juliette was telling her. "Cursed? How is that even possible? And am I going to change even more?" "That's kind of a long story, and I have to go in a bit..."

Vanita ate hungrily while Juliette felt across her hair and back, as if inspecting the changes. She let her, enjoying the caresses on her fur more than she cared to admit, still hovering over her bowl a while after she emptied it. "I can't help you out of it, and I don't think Natasha is in a very good mood right now, so just try to endure it for a while" Juliette sighed, scritching shortly behind Vanita's ears. "Why was she angry?" Vanita asked, closing her eyes in delight. "You should know this isn't the first time someone got stuck in one of her costumes, I've been trying to help her prevent this sort of thing from happening, but she's just so... Oh, don't bring any of this up to her, she's upset enough as it is and she hates whenI tell anyone about her... issue - don't get me wrong, I feel you deserve to know what's going on... Vanita, whatever you do, try not to let her treat you as her pet, alright? I have to be on my way now" Vanita looked up at Juliette, only understanding parts of what Juliette just told her, but nodded nonetheless; Juliette gave her an apologetic smile, petting her head some more.

---

"Wow, Juliette" Natasha admired, crossing her arms across her towel-clad chest. "Getting friendly with my latest 'victim' are we?" Juliette hastily turned around, readjusting her glasses. "Y-you know perfectly well how she feels right now - and she needs to get out of that costume before it's too late". Ahh, Juliette. Always the caring kind, always taking the side of the girls in her costumes. Sure, she was jealous - that was her pet she was playing with. "Shouldn't you be heading off? It's getting late". It was, but Juliette didn't seem to appreciate getting told like that, quickly washed her hands and took the pile of papers Natasha placed on the kitchen table for her. "I'll be back around five then - you did sign all of these, right?" She just waved her away, taking a quick drink from the fruit juice on the table. Juliette's presence irritated her this morning, her insolence fresh in her memory.

The wide garden seemed grim and unkempt under the clouded sky, and the furniture on the patio was green with moss. She'd hire someone to clean it up a little, but she wasn't sure how long they'd stay this time. She still didn't understand why Juliette wanted to move from their last home - one journalist asking too many questions and she got all spooked. But because of this situation, she didn't expect Juliette to stay with her for much longer - she had only been here three days and already a girl was trapped in one of the costumes, despite all of Juliette's precautions and warnings. She didn't care - it wasn't her fault this time, and she really liked the way it turned out. It had to be fated somehow, even if she hired the girl on purpose, she couldn't have guessed she would go for that particular costume... and up until yesterday, she had no idea it would look so sexy either. Cat didn't seem to realize how pretty she was, and how gorgeous she had become, but her reaction to the costume made for a very exciting pet, a perfect plaything to keep her company in the lonely mansion. But she wasn't a particularly useful pet, she definitely couldn't replace a talented and reliable assistant like Juliette, and she loathed the thought of having to find someone new.

But if nothing else, her pet certainly was amusing, licking the last bits out of her bowl in typical feline fashion; she probably didn't even realize how she was acting, and it made things all the more entertaining. There would be plenty of time to play before she'd get back to sewing, and she looked forward to having her beg for more pettings. "U-umm... miss Kerinkov..." Cat muttered, looking up, then averting her gaze again with a blush. "What's wrong, kitty?" She saw the girl's tail flick nervously, her ears twitch, and smiled. "C-could I maybe get a drink?" Natasha sank down on her knees, caressing the girl's face; she could smell a light hint of fish on her breath. "Would you like a nice saucer of cream?" she mocked, scritching Cat's chin, but to her surprise Cat shook her head, her collar bell tinkling. "I-I mean, like... orange juice or something".

So she was still resisting... as cute as that was, right now Natasha didn't feel very patient. "Don't be silly... all kitties love lapping up cream". She pulled Cat's head closer, moving in to kiss the girl again. But the girl pulled away, blushing. "I-I really like you miss, but this costume is just..." Her enthusiasm was quickly turning sour now. "Are you saying there's something wrong with the costume? Doesn't it feel good?" Cat shrank back in fright, and Natasha's patience was wearing thin; nobody resisted her costumes for long, so what was holding her back? "It's beautiful miss, b-but miss Juliette was worried... it might get worse, with the curse I mean, n-not how it feels..." A cold wave of disgust rippled over Natasha as she realized Juliette had been talking behind her back again.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" "Shut up" she hissed, and Cat cringed. She didn't need another person whining and reminding her about her so-called 'curse'. She didn't need another person telling her those creations were 'dangerous' instead of trying to appreciate their quality. Playtime was over. She reached to her left, grabbed the leash from the kitchen table and hooked it to Cat's collar, who nervously fumbled her paw against the joint. With a sharp tug on the leash, she pulled Pussy before her, looking up in fright. Without a word, she walked off to the back room, roughly pulling and dragging Cat behind her, crawling and stumbling to keep up, muttering soft protests all the way, but she was too pissed off to care. Finally she pushed the girl into the large basket she had Juliette prepare for her, tied the leash to the radiator in a quick knot and left her in her basket, miserable and alone. That girl would learn to respect her lady yet.

---

Stupid stupid stupid. Why did she have to bring up exactly what Juliette told her not to? She sighed, hugging her knees. Now she was still thirsty, but tied down in a basket like a stupid pet. This costume was something else, that much was obvious - curse or not, it seemed grafted to her skin. It didn't even feel like a costume anymore, much more a furred nakedness than anything else, and she wondered how she'd be able to hide it in public: a long trenchcoat and just try to keep her tail still? A hat over her ears? She couldn't even walk normally, she'd be crawling through the busy street, everyone staring at her, maybe led on a leash... she bit at her arm again, trying to feel something, anything that could give her hope of getting out of the damn thing, but gave up when she tasted blood. She sighed and began cleaning the wound with her tongue, blushing as she realized what she was doing moments later. Only a pet would do a thing like that...

A door in the distance slammed shut, and Cat cringed, her mind clearing for just long enough to realize that if miss Kerinkov saw her like this she'd lose all possible credit as a human being, and miss Kerinkov might not even bother to help her out of the costume. She quickly rose back to her knees, licking her lips - still thirsty, she needed a drink. Inspecting the knotted leash, she found her paws were quite ineffective against the thick leather, her sharp nails just leaving scratches; her teeth were more effective, and despite the bad taste, with some effort she managed to finally jerk the knot loose. She spat out the leash and crawled off into the hallway, dragging her leash beneath her, and to her satisfaction she found a slightly opened door to a toilet, a white sink gleaming in the light. Balancing herself against it, her reflection in the mirror surprised her again; it was unbelievable how the costume had merged with her, and at the same time... she somehow didn't hate how she looked, it was just...

But her legs started shaking with her efforts to stand upright, and she quickly remembered why she was here: water. Her paws fumbled on the faucet, trying to grip the round knob; she swallowed dryly with anticipation of refreshment, intensifying her efforts, but the faucet simply wouldn't budge. Even clasping her teeth around the knob didn't help this time, and her shaking legs finally gave way, returning her back on the ground, thirsty, frustrated. She needed a drink, badly. And then she noticed the toilet bowl, and blushed. It looked clean. She could... Cat shook her head, the mere thought was ridiculous. She was a well-raised girl, she wasn't desperate enough to... It smelled clean too. The water in the bowl shimmered with her breath, but she pulled away. She couldn't let her instincts take over like this...

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Three, four, five stitches. Natasha held out the hem of the satin dress, inspected her work, and smirked. Sewing usually took her mind off her troubles, but she was still pissed. The sharp ring of the doorbell worsened her mood - she hated interruptions, and she wondered who would show up at her door anyway - Juliette had her own key, and the electricians were unlikely to show up on a Sunday. Brushing the clipped threads off her skirt, she began pacing for the front door, muttering about the inconvenience of only being able to remotely unlock the door from her office. The doorbell sounded again, despite her already at the door now, and she angrily pulled it open, startling the pretty blonde girl behind it. "Uh... hi... I'm here for Vanita?" Vanita actually invited someone over? She looked over the blonde, clutching her schoolbag nervously; she hadn't figured anyone else knew about Vanita's stay at her place, and this was a serious complication. "And you are...?" she informed coldly, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh sorry! My name is Sophia, Vanita's roommate - we were supposed to do a homework assignment together, and Vanita thought it'd be okay if..." She smiled guiltily at her, and Natasha thought quick - she couldn't just send her on her way, not with Vanita about to go missing for a while and everything. She needed some answers.

"...Sure, no problem. Come on in, Sophia". Sophia nodded happily and stepped inside. "I'm sorry to be a bother, miss...?" "I'm Natasha Kerinkov" she replied, and they shook hands; Natasha was surprised by how smooth they were. "Oh, I thought... so anyway, are you really a fashion designer?" Sophia asked, peering into the hallway; she was obviously a lot braver and more curious than Vanita, and that could be a problem. "You could say that". "That's so cool..." They walked to her office, and Natasha guided her in, quickly checking the distant street out front, half-expecting more people to show up. "Is Vanita busy?" Sophia asked, staring around in the office for a bit, and Natasha looked back from the window, smiling thinly. "Vanita is a little tied up right now, but I'm sure she'll be around soon". "Must've worked late last night, she didn't come home..." She sounded concerned for her friend, and Natasha knew she needed to resolve that. "Oh yeah, Vanita was pretty exhausted - she fell asleep on my couch, so I just let her stay the night - I'm sorry if that caused any problems". "Oh! No, no worries, I mean I didn't know if she was supposed to stay over or not, we only discussed the homework assignment really".

Natasha sat down on the desk for a moment, measuring Sophia up for a moment. Definitely a cutie; where Vanita had a deep exotic look, Sophia was a Slavic beauty such as herself. "So... who else knows about you and Vanita being here?" she asked bluntly, and Sophia was taken back. "Uhm, what..." "I'm trying to keep this address private, I only just moved in and then you show up all of a sudden - should I expect a party here tonight?" "Oh! Just Vanita and me... definitely just us two". Just what she wanted to hear. "Listen, Sophia... I'm kind of busy working on a dress, but you're free to join me until Vanita gets back". "You mean actual designing?! If it's okay, I'd LOVE to watch..." Natasha wrapped a kind arm around her, guiding her to her sewing room. "You seem excited - do you have any experience designing clothes yourself?" "Oh no, I did some modelling though, I'm just not very good with my hands". Natasha clacked her tongue, her excitement growing. "A model, hmm... maybe I'll let you try on some of my creations". For the first time, Sophia's cheeks glowed a beautiful rosy pink, and Natasha grinned wickedly as she made her decision. It'd infuriate Juliette, but that thought appealed immensely to her right now.

---

Cat blushed as she lapped at the surface water with her tongue. She was drinking from the toilet, unable to stop herself from acting on these weird new impulses. She knew it was probably the costume doing that to her, and she wondered for how long she was supposed to be eating from a bowl, crawling on a leash, drinking from toilets until miss Kerinkov would let her out. Miss Kerinkov said she'd 'keep' her as her pet... what if she was serious about that? Sleeping in a basket, lying on the lazy couch, enjoying the sun... she couldn't resist a smile as she realized those prospects didn't sound all bad, and having to go back to college... didn't seem quite that appealing to her all of a sudden. The sound of the doorbell snapped her out of her daydream, and Cat hoped it was Juliette; at least that woman seemed to be on her side. But what if it wasn't... hearing Miss Kerinkov stumble in the back, she sat against the wall, trying to stay quiet to avoid getting spotted - she was supposed to be tied in her basket, not drinking from the toilet, and upsetting miss Kerinkov even further would be bad. The doorbell rang again, and immediately after the door was opened, and Cat could faintly make out a voice... a voice she knew very well...

Sophia. Their homework assignment. She forgot all about their appointment, forgot Sophia would show up, but now... there she was. She was about to move out of the toilet to explain the situation when she realized how she looked: she was hopelessly stuck this cat costume, unable to even walk properly. If Sophia saw her like this... The voices in the hallway disappeared, and Vanita snuck out of the toilet, crawling back to her basket. But if miss Kerinkov didn't send Sophia away, and didn't bring her over there either, what was she...

---

"Wow... these are SO beautiful". Natasha looked up from her work, watching Sophia go from dress to dress. "Oh, those - they sell well, but they're not my best work". She smirked as Sophia held up a black dress, with frilled apron - a maid costume, but definitely too short and tight for practical purposes. "Kinky...!" Sophia giggled, but quickly put the dress down again when she saw her scowl. "That particular costume is... special, I'd rather you didn't touch it". "Sorry" she whispered, blushing. "So - you don't mind sharing an apartment with a weird girl like Vanita?" Natasha suddenly commented, placing the sewing needle back in the cushion. Sophia spun around with a confused smile. "What? She's not that weird...?" "Ah, then there's a lot you don't know about her" Natasha laughed; Sophia's eyes nervously darted across the room. "Oh! I d-don't know, I mean really? She seems normal enough, I don't think..." "Do you like her?" Sophia was blushing crimson now, not knowing where to look. "W-what do you mean, 'like her' - she's my friend, I mean... Geez!" Natasha just smiled; the girl's expression told her more than enough. She now understood why her hands had crafted two cat costumes - it had to be fate, there was no fighting it, and with no further hesitation she gestured Sophia over. "Come here. There's something I want to show you".

---

Vanita felt her heart pound as she watched Sophia and miss Kerinkov from the shadows. Miss Kerinkov had just called her weird, but she realized she couldn't really blame her for that - what kind of girl would go and put on a costume like this when she was told not to touch anything? But she didn't like the tone of miss Kerinkov's voice; she felt her tail swish back and forth while she listened intently, almost taking along a sash hanging from the wall. "Wow... it's really well-made" she heard Sophia exclaim, fingering the white costume miss Kerinkov held up gingerly. "It's a cat costume-" miss Kerinkov explained, "-every hair in it was individually placed for the most realistic look and feel". "Wow" she heard Sophia repeat, and Vanita suddenly realized why she had had a bad feeling about this all along. "Would you like to model it for me, Sophia?"

Juliette had explained there was something very wrong with the costumes; she still didn't really understand what happened to her but Miss Kerinkov had to know it better than either of them. But Sophia definitely didn't know, and now miss Kerinkov was trying to seduce her to wear the costume. Sophia was in danger; she needed to do something, warn her, she couldn't let her friend get stuck as well... Sophia was already taking off her blouse, and slipped out of her pants professionally. But she was still wearing the black costume, if she could still call it that, and if Sophia saw her like this... Sophia took off her bra, her top now entirely bare, seemingly uninhibited by miss Kerinkov looking on approvingly.

---

"Umm... my panties too?" Sophia informed, and Natasha nodded resolutely. "You said you modelled before, right? Believe me, you have nothing to be shy about". She tried to control her breath, already shallow with excitement. Two cat costumes. One black like ebon, one white like snow. Sophia complied, and Natasha took in her naked beauty - she was perfect, just like Vanita was. She'd wear the costume, because the costume wanted to be worn by her. Her head spun with delight as she helped Sophia into the neckline, savoring the velvety softness of her skin, making sure the costume went on flawlessly, but there was nothing to worry about. Sophia seemed almost in trance, despite the awkward questions earlier not protesting as she pulled the costume further into place. She tugged the long blonde tresses into the cowl, where they would undoubtedly pop out of soon enough again. Sophia was hers. "Let's take a look at you" she whispered into the girl's ear, assisting her towards the large mirror.

"It's..." Sophia started, hiding her crotch with her paw, trying to smile off her embarrassment. "It looks very sexy on you". "Is it supposed to... I mean, I can see..." "So what? You have a beautiful body, Sophia. The costume just emphasizes that". She could see Sophia's lip trembling in the mirror, but the girl relaxed, letting her hands slide aside her body. Miss Kerinkov smiled, resting her hands on the girl's hips, stroking down firmly to straighten out the costume. Sophia turned around, blushing as she saw her backside, the white tail plump between her round cheeks. "I-It's really... geez... what is this costume for?" Natasha smiled, turning Sophia back again. "The costume is for girls that want play kitty - girls like Vanita". Sophia blinked, briefly touching the white ears on her cowl. "Wait, Vanita... Why does she...?" "I told you she was weird... and I think you're just like her, hmm?" Natasha whispered into her ear, and Sophia turned crimson.

---

Cat was still frozen where she was, unable to force herself to step out and confront Sophia, knowing that she had failed to stop miss Kerinkov from suiting up her friend. And strangely, seeing the girl in that white costume... mesmerized her, her eyes locked on the white tail swaying left and right with every move. And then it happened - her uncontrollable tail caught in a dress, pulling a mannequin down with a terrific crash, and she cowered in fright of the sudden racket, realizing too late that her cover was blown, and miss Kerinkov stood over her with a mocking smile. "Hmm... so you managed to free yourself... just as well, it's rude to keep guests waiting, isn't it?" she whispered, grabbed Cat's leash and gave it a firm tug. Cat hung her head, miserably crawling after miss Kerinkov.

"Come, Cat" miss Kerinkov called demonstratively, letting Vanita crawl before her, still holding her leash. Sophia was in shock, covering her mouth with her pawed hands, and Cat saw the fear in her eyes. She had to do something, anything to comfort her. "Hey Sophie" she greeted upward, trying to seem as relaxed as possible, keeping her aroused breathing to a minimum. "A-are you alright Vanita?!" Sophie cried, wobbling two steps towards her, but Cat waved her paw. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I'm fine. Look, I sort of forgot about our project..." she stumbled, trying to stay cheerful despite her blunder. "Why... why are you on a leash? I-I mean sorry, geez... this is none of my business, I..." "She's on a leash because she's my pet" miss Kerinkov interjected, bending over to stroke Cat's hair. "I'm not... I'm not really a pet or anything" Cat explained despite her furious blush, trying not to enjoy the petting too much. "I mean, we were just playing around, and I... mmm... ahh..."

It took Cat several moments to realize she stopped talking, and Sophie was staring at her in disbelief. She had to regain control, had to tell miss Kerinkov to stop touching her, had to get Sophie out... "You see, she really enjoys wearing her costume". Cat whimpered in protest, but the petting felt too good. She couldn't look Sophia in the eyes, knew Sophia must've been horrified with her at that moment, but at the same time there was a certain fulfillment in that. It was true - she liked wearing the costume, denying it any further wouldn't help her. "I found her like this when I came home last night - really, girls these days" miss Kerinkov giggled, but Cat was too far gone to pay attention to her words. She heard herself purr, a low, warm rumbling in her throat and chest, her ears ringing. No, it wasn't her ears ringing... something else was ringing, something that got her into this mess in the first place. "Be good now" miss Kerinkov cooed, and walked away to answer the distant telephone; Cat only slowly recovered. "A-are you okay Vanita?" Sophia finally whispered, and Cat blinked - Vanita... that was her, she was Vanita, Vanita. She nodded with a timid smile, feeling way better than just 'okay'. "What's going on here? What happened to you?"

"I've been really stupid" Vanita mumbled, her collar bell tinkling softly as she covered herself. "What do you mean?" "I put on this costume and didn't answer the phone... but then I got stuck in the costume, and..." "So why did you put on the costume in the first place?" Sophia asked in confusion, and Vanita looked up again. "Because... God, I don't know why... it just... it just seemed so exciting to try..." "But that costume is even tighter than mine, how did you even get into it..." Sophia blushed, but Vanita was beyond modesty at this point. "You don't get it - it didn't look like this at first, but when I woke up... well, first I got stuck, but the costume was cursed, and this morning I looked like this, and I ate from a bowl, and... drank from a..." Tears of shame were welling up in her eyes, making it difficult to find her words, especially while seeing Sophia dressed up like her, in that beautiful white costume...

"I didn't know you were... you know, into that stuff... with the collar and everything" Sophia said vacantly, sounding like she wasn't really listening. "But it sure looks good on me, doesn't it?" She turned around, modelling herself in the mirror, and Vanita wrinkled her nose as Sophia stuck out her ass in a pose, her dangling tail accidentally tickling her face. "I'm not... it's not what it looks like, I just..." Vanita whispered desperately, but she wasn't so sure about her words anymore. "I should've... should've remembered you were coming over as well, and now..." Sophia turned around blushing, and covered herself up again. "I-I guess we ought to start on that math assignment, right? We've already lost quite a bit of time, and I have my fitness class at five..." Vanita looked up in alarm - Sophia still wasn't taking this seriously!

"You don't understand, Sophia... you gotta take it off right away" she hissed, grabbing Sophia's shoulders with her paws. "You'll get stuck in it if you keep it on, and you'll... change, just like me". "Come on, you can't be serious about..." Sophia grinned, then gave her a puzzled look when Vanita demonstratively flicked her tail while twitching her ears, her expression finally alarmed now. "Wait, you really can't take it off?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!". The clumsy mittens on her white costume didn't help her initial efforts, and Vanita recognized how useless they were; she moved in, clamping her fangs down on the soft left ear and pulled hard. "What are you doing? I think I can just..." Sophia started, but the white scruff at her neck already didn't seem to budge. "Hold on" she warned, and wobbled uncomfortably as she bent over, pawing at the edges of her cowl. "I can't... geez, what is up with this thing...".

The dangling tail on Sophia's costume gave Vanita an idea, and she moved around to Sophia's backside, took the plump white tail into her teeth and yanked it hard. Sophia yelped, falling back down on her hands and knees, but she didn't protest. "T-try that again?" Sophia encouraged, and Vanita started tugging in earnest while Sophia tried to pull back her hood. "It almost feels glued to my head, what is this thing..." Vanita didn't give up, couldn't give up. She had accepted her own mistake, but her best friend deserved better, no matter how good she looked in the costume. Sophia groaned as she pulled and pulled, but minutes later they were both panting in frustration.


It was useless. All their efforts had just made the costume even tighter; Sophia was scratching herself, and Vanita now knew that was a bad sign. It was just like Juliette said, the costume... was beginning to affect her. Sophia sighed and scrambled back on her feet. "Let's just wait for miss Kerinkov to help us out" Sophia suggested, and Vanita shook her head. "I think she... actually enjoys this... I doubt she will let us out any time soon". "Well, let's get the heck out of here then so we can find someone who will help us". "S-sure... I know where the back door is, follow me". Leaving this place... why hadn't she given that any thought herself? She crawled forward towards the corridor passage; Sophia stumbled after her, supporting herself on the mannequins and clothing racks. "Wait up, Vanita" she panted, out of support for a few yards. "This costume is... I think it's too tight". "It's designed to force you to crawl" Vanita sighed. It took a moment for Sophia to resign, her blush intensifying; Vanita felt sorry for her, knowing just how humiliating it felt. "O-okay, let's go".

Vanita slowed her pace to let Sophia catch up; it surprised her how agile she had gotten crawling on all fours, and Sophia was definitely still struggling. The back room was just up ahead, and from there they could sneak out into the garden... and then they would be safe... right? "I'll open the door" Sophia whispered after collecting her breath in the back room, rising up on her feet to work the door handle. She was dexterous despite her mittened hands, and soon the cold breeze swept in through the opening, making them both shiver briefly. "Wait... we... we forgot our clothes, geez" Sophia whispered, and Vanita took a moment to understand why that mattered - pets didn't need clothing, but... "Just go, you don't have time" she panted, nudging Sophia forward with her paw. The costume was messing with her mind, she hadn't just forgotten to bring the clothing, it was almost as if she had forgotten about clothing in the first place. "Well, come on, what are you waiting for?".

"I..." Vanita started, but she felt too embarrassed to continue. Sophia looked back from the garden, her instability forcing her back on her hands and feet. "What's wrong?" "I don't know... I just...". "Wha-?" Sophia slowly crawled back in, blinking at her in confusion. "I... think I'll stay here, it's my own fault I ended up like this, and miss Kerinkov might help after all...". "Are you serious, why-" "...and... because I like it here" she admitted, her cheeks glowing warm as the real reason escaped her lips; she didn't understand why she felt this way, why she wanted to stay with miss Kerinkov, but the cold outside air nailed the decision for her - it was warm and cosy inside. "Y-you're insane, come on, this isn't funny anymore..." Vanita shook her head, her tail arching around her body. "I'm sorry I got you involved, but miss Kerinkov was right, I really do enjoy playing kitty..." "But what if she doesn't help you... you'll miss your classes... what about..." "I don't care" Vanita whispered. "I don't expect you to understand why I like being treated like this... I don't understand it myself really, but... I'm staying here".

Sophia sat up on her knees, folding her arms in front of her chest. "Geez... you're just going to let this Natasha Kerinkov keep you stuck in that costume and humiliate you for her enjoyment? I can't believe this". Her words were harsher than the tone of her voice, which confused Vanita, but her mind was made up, and she simply nodded - there was no need to stretch this any further, this was where they parted ways; she had to take responsibility for the mistake she made. And get petted more, Vanita thought with an inward smile.


"If you put it like that..." The door shut with an oiled click, but Sophia was still inside. "W-what are you doing, Sophie?" The longer the girl would stay in the house, the less chance she'd have of getting away while stuck in that expensive costume - miss Kerinkov would never just let her go. "I'm not leaving you alone with her... either you're coming with me, or I'm staying here... with you". Her blush confused Vanita. "Now there has to be a way..." Vanita stared in amazement as Sophie began rubbing her paws over her own cowl again, but frustrated with the lack of friction, she began licking her paws, then tried again; the result was the same however, the seams of the cowl were already fading away and kept it firmly in place. "Don't just sit there... help me" she panted, but gave Vanita a surprised look when she saw the girl's mystified expression. "It's already starting... you're acting like a kitty" she explained. "No, I was trying to..." Sophia looked at her paws, sighing as she gave Vanita a desperate look.

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"Trying to wash your pretty little ears?" Sophie tried and failed to rise up from the floor when she heard Kerinkov's voice - when did she come in? "M-miss Kerinkov, umm, I'd like to take off the costume now, it's beautiful and all that, but... I... I feel weird" Sophia muttered, clasping the central heating for support. Miss Kerinkov observed her with a wicked smile. "But that's precisely why you need to stay in the costume". "Wh-what? What is... happening to me?" Sophie pawed at her body, growing more and more nervous by the minute; Vanita could see slight changes ripple over the features of the white costume, wrapping tighter and tighter around her friend. Miss Kerinkov gestured at Vanita. "You're becoming a pretty pussycat, just like your friend here". "B-but I don't want to be a cat!" "Haha, a cat? My costume won't turn you into a cat - what would I need a cat for?" Miss Kerinkov laughed, but Sophia didn't feel relieved. "You don't understand... I'm totally not into this dress-up stuff, I-" "Ah?" Miss Kerinkov interrupted. "I made that costume especially for you... my fingers never make mistakes, and I saw the way you looked at yourself in the mirror, so you might as well be honest about it". Sophia looked up, trembling, tears in her eyes, but she was still blushing. "Y-you can't keep me in this costume" she whispered resolutely, and miss Kerinkov just smiled.

"Come here, Sophia". She bent over a bit, patting her knees. Sophia looked up at her in confusion, unsure of how to respond, yet she felt herself crawl forward until she sat at miss Kerinkov's feet. "Now can you please take it off?" Sophia tried again, but instead of an answer she felt miss Kerinkov's hand on her head, stroking her softly. "Shhh..." Sophia felt dazed, the room spinning slightly, but the sensation of her hood getting petted felt surprisingly good, and she couldn't bring herself to protest. "I..." she mumbled, closing her eyes in momentary bliss. "Can you feel it?" Sophia nodded dumbly. "Being a pet isn't so bad, is it?" Sophia just blinked, her mind simply not cooperating - why was it so hard to think... "I'll let you be my Kitten... maybe you don't like dressing up, but I know how much you want to be with Vanita here... so stop fighting it" Kerinkov smiled, but Sophia balked, and with all her remaining willpower she shook her head, unable to keep herself from nudging it against Kerinkov's warm hand immediately afterwards. And then the hand stopped, and Sophia looked up in frustration.

"Come, Cat... it seems Kitten doesn't want to play with us". Miss Kerinkov walked out of the room, and Vanita crawled after her, the sound of her collar bell jingling in the corridor. Sophia's head was throbbing, confused. How could that woman say she made it especially for her? She never even met her until today, and even that was an accident, and now she was walking off with her roommate on a leash. Her friend... she realized she was staring at Vanita, crawling out of her life, when she never got around to telling her... The two turned a corner, and Sophia caught a last glimpse of Vanita's tail, twitching excitedly. She felt her own tail twitch in response, and could finally place that strange emotion... jealousy...

---

Miss Kerinkov lazily sat back on the leather couch, smiling at Cat who sat before her, blushing. She knew the girl would remain reserved, aware of her situation - she preferred it that way, watching her try to fight her instincts again and again was incredibly satisfying. The full effects of the costume had surprised her - the physical fusion was one thing, but the feline quirks in her behavior she hadn't anticipated, nor how she seemed to zone out when she was petted. She patted the couch invitingly; the girl hesitated still, seemingly distracted by something behind her. With a grin, she concluded fate had worked fast today.

"Oh, it's you - what are you still doing here?" she mocked, stretching her arms above her head, not even turning around. "Why, instead of taking off your costume and going home, do you come crawling back to me?". She felt the girl behind her crawl closer, could hear her shallow breath, and finally turned to face her, smiling as she saw the intense embarrassment on the girl's face. "Cat is going to stay here with me, Kitten. Are you sure you want to join her, dressed like a silly little kitty cat?" Sophia was close to breaking, she could see it in her eyes, and she held out her hand, confusing the girl for a moment. "Show me what kind of girl you want to be, Kitten". She could see Sophia's lips were trembling as she leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her palm. "No no no... that won't do".

Sophia cast down her eyes, her cheeks burning with humiliation, but understood what she wanted of her, her resistance finally breaking as she leaned forward to gingerly lick her hand. "My my, you'd do anything to stay with Cat, wouldn't you?" She lifted Sophia's chin with her finger, forcing her to look her in the eyes, and smiled; confused tears were rolling down the girl's face. "Very well then Kitten... I'll let you be my pet". The shivering Kitten smiled ashamedly at her, glancing guiltily at Cat, who was almost blushing as much as she was.

"Now... come sit with your lady, my pets" Kerinkov whispered to the girls at her feet, patting the couch again. Fuck Juliette and her lectures about her 'curse'. It was a gift that couldn't be controlled, that didn't need to be controlled, and she was certain Juliette would realize that as well soon enough. Cat and Kitten crawled onto the couch, one at each side, and she tenderly wrapped her arms around them, slowly stroking their backs as they nuzzled closer. Until she had their costumes removed, they'd want to stay with her, stay with their lady, the costumes corrupting their minds to view themselves as pets; they'd remain aware, intelligent, but unable to resist their captivity. And she would do anything she could to make their stay as enjoyable as possible... She felt Kitten relax, the tense girl finally giving in to the pleasant sensations; Cat softly purred, arching her back against her hand. Ahh... heaven.

Epilogue

Natasha Kerinkov sat on the couch, her two new pets half-asleep against her, knowing she was in for trouble soon. And before she could think of a good solution for that trouble, it had already emerged from between the sliding doors to her atelier, visibly distraught as she saw the spectacle before her. "Hello Juliette... I think we'll need a matching collar for my new pet Kitten". Juliette's folders dropped to the floor with a loud smack, alerting even the two costumed girls out of their delirious state. She covered her mouth with her hand, then promptly turned around and left the room in a hurry; Natasha sighed and nudged the girls off her, then quickly shot up to follow. Cat and Kitten seemed confused, looking after her in hope of more petting, but she just gave them a quick smile, then closed the living room door and continued in search of Juliette.

"Who is she?" Juliette finally asked, sitting in her bedroom, still shaking. "She's cute, isn't she?" Natasha grinned, but the icy stare Juliette gave her told her now was not the time for bragging. "Her name is Sophia - friend of Vanita. Came looking for her, so I couldn't let her go... since nobody else knew about either of them being here I got her to put on that matching costume I made - funny how that worked out, isn't it?" Not surprisingly, Juliette still looked just as unhappy as before her explanation, and Natasha sighed. "Look, I just didn't want the situation to get worse-" "Worse?! For fuck's sake Natasha, you're not even trying to stop it from happening!" "Yeah, well what did you expect me to do?! Explain to the girl that her friend was stuck in one of my special costumes and send her on her way again?!" The anger was beginning to flare up in the room, but the following silence took Natasha by surprise. Juliette just seemed tired all of a sudden.

"I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of covering for your messes, Natasha. I'm tired of running just to end up in the same shit over and over again". Natasha knew how Juliette felt about this, but the words still stung, still angered her. "I don't want you to go" she whispered, keeping her voice as calm as she could, and it had the desired effect: she could feel Juliette pitied her. "I'm sorry, Juliette. I can't help what I do, what I am, what I create. God, I need a drink". She turned around dramatically, heard Juliette sigh behind her, and she smiled covertly. "Look... you've got to contact your brother Sergej. I know how things are between you and him, but he's the only one who can solve this situation for you... I can talk to him for you, he trusts me. But you can't just keep those girls here, especially not like this". Sergej. Natasha felt her anger boil, but she kept quiet, couldn't let Juliette know what she was planning.

---

"Vanita?" Sophia whispered, hugging her furred knees. "What's going to happen with us?" Vanita looked up from the couch, shifting her position slightly towards the girl sitting on the lush carpet. "I think it's already happened, I mean..." She plucked demonstratively at her arm. Sophia buried her head between her knees, her white ears folding down against her cowl, her blonde hair already starting to filter through. "Sophie... why didn't you leave? You said yourself you didn't like dressing up... and your dad is going to kill you if he finds out you're planning to skip classes, so why..." "Because Miss Kerinkov was right about me as well, Vanita. I don't mind being stuck in this costume, as long as I can be with you, I..." Vanita slinked off the bed, resting her paw on her shoulder to comfort the shaking girl. "I... I think I'm in love with you" Sophia whispered with a furious blush. "And I understand if-" she started, but Vanita interrupted her with a soft kiss on her lips. Sophia touched her lips with her paw, a strange golden glow in her eyes; more changes, but they made Sophia even more beautiful... Vanita gave the girl a playful lick on her cheek, moving against her with a grin. "Since we're gonna be here for a while... wanna play?"

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Juliette went to bed with a heavy heart that night; she had spent most of the day avoiding Natasha, tired of fighting with her over this unfortunate situation. Three days... she lasted three days before she let someone get stuck in one of the costumes again, and while that could've been considered an accident, what happened today she did on purpose. Sergej had asked her to look after his younger sister Natasha, believing she simply couldn't help herself, wasn't strong enough to resist the eerie will of the costumes she made, and just needed someone to keep her from getting into trouble. And while Natasha was nothing like her older sister Elena, she was dangerous enough in her own way, her childish, irresponsible attitude making it impossible for her to control the woman. She shivered, trying not to remember her time with Elena... Sergej had saved her, had stopped his sadistic sister, and for that she owed him her life. But she couldn't help Natasha anymore, not when Natasha refused to be helped. She sighed, feeling sleep creep upon her - tomorrow would be a difficult day.

The next morning Juliette woke to the shrill sound of curtains being pulled, and blinked against the sudden bright light. "Good morning" she heard Natasha chirp, and despite her woozy head she shot up, shaking off her daze. Something didn't feel right. Natasha smirked as Juliette snatched her glasses from the nightstand, quickly adjusted them and looked down, the sunlight playing on the black and white costume she was wearing - when the hell did Natasha... A black body, squeezing tightly around her waist, white frills framing her deep cleavage and black puffed shoulders... she kicked off the blankets, revealing an impossibly short black skirt lined with more white frills, covered by a white apron held by an impeccable ribbon. She frantically reached behind her, feeling for the knot, and her heart pounded as she began untying it - it wasn't too late, she wasn't stuck yet, she could still... "I'd appreciate it if you kept the uniform on, Juliette" Natasha spoke, and Juliette looked up at her with a mocking glare. "Not a chance, I'm not letting you do this to me..." she hissed while she tied the ribbon again, resting her hands on her lap - now she discovered the long velvety white gloves she was wearing, but couldn't bring herself to try to peel them off. Wait, why did she refasten the ribbon on her back? Natasha's grin sent a chill down her spine. Something was very wrong here, and she had to act fast.

What was intended as a leap out of bed followed by a quick dash for the door was cut short by a terrific crash to the ground as Juliette discovered the ridiculously impractical five inch stiletto heels she was wearing on her nylon-clad feet, the silky transparent stockings reaching up to her thighs. She cringed as she got up, her calves protesting with every step, but her will to escape overpowered the discomfort. "Stay a bit longer, Juliette". The request rung in her ears, and she grimaced - she was through having Natasha tell her what to do when she was only here to help her. But her feet wouldn't move anymore. Nathalie laughed, and she turned around slowly, her hands shaking. "Natasha... you know I can't stay after what you've done". Natasha shrugged, inspecting her fingernails to feign disinterest. "I bet you'd love to take that uniform off, wouldn't you". Juliette nodded, once more trying to force herself to remove some part of it, but her fingers were simply not cooperating, either just adjusting the fit or stroking the black fabric; to her distress she realized her chest also felt quite a bit heavier than before, but that meant... "It's a maid costume - you remember which one, don't you?" Nathalie explained, "Guess I made it for you... should've seen that one coming, really. Maids obey their employers without question, Juliette. So because I told you to keep the costume on, you simply can't bring yourself to take it off. You're not actually stuck in it, but stuck just the same - kind of funny, isn't it?"

"This is ridiculous Nathalie, if you want a maid you can just hire someone..." Juliette whimpered, and Natasha nodded. "Yeah yeah, but we both know this isn't about household help. I can't let you go - there's no way I could find someone to replace you, you of all people should know that involving others wouldn't be wise either. You've been looking after me, just like my big brother told you to, but while I appreciate your assistance, I'm tired of him telling me how to live my life, of having his guard dog around me at all times. So first off, let's make sure you know your place. From this moment onward, whenever we're at home you will address me with 'madame', like a well-trained maid should. Is that understood?". Juliette sighed - Natasha loved power play, and any resistance right now would just make things worse. "I don't have a choice, do I, madame". She suddenly realized she was already obeying the command, making her wonder just how long had she been in this costume so far, her entire body already seeming more voluptuous...

"Well... I feel I can finally trust you completely, so you're going to answer some questions... truthfully. You were planning to go tell Sergej about what I did, weren't you?" Natasha slowly circled around her. "Y-yes madame... but only he can-" "Enough" Natasha snapped; Juliette knew she hated him, but she had to realize she couldn't keep the girls stuck in those costumes forever... and perhaps Sergej would come to their rescue before that. "You're in love with him, aren't you" Natasha smiled, resting on the bed for a moment. "Aren't you? Answer me". Juliette gritted her teeth, closing her eyes in anger, but couldn't stop herself. "Yes... madame". "Ofcourse you are... and why not - he's rich, handsome and ever so charming, and such a good man for looking after his poor cursed sisters... rescued you from Elena's sticky fingers, no less. What a guy!" Juliette bit her lip - talking about Sergej never failed to infuriate Natasha, but this time she couldn't walk away to let her cool down. "But haven't you ever wondered why he'd even let me continue sewing, pretending to feel sorry for my 'victims' but knowing damn well how some costumes turn out? How he got all that money he calls the 'Kerinkov fortune' when our parents were dead poor?"

"He's just using you... he wouldn't want anything to happen to his little goldmine, so he got you to babysit me, to make sure I use my special talents to sew pretty dresses to sell without my... curse causing too many problems for him, while he rakes in the profit". Juliette was silent, scared of Natasha's anger, but also confused by what Natasha was telling her. "He never showed you what he did to Elena, did he?" "N-no, madame" Juliette whispered after some silence; Natasha seemed to calm down some, momentarily lost in thought. "You will not try to contact Sergej, and should you meet him anyway, will never tell him about this conversation... you won't tell him about my kitties... and you will not let anyone help you take off the maid uniform either". "Yes... madame" Juliette mumbled, realizing Natasha just sealed her fate, but if what Natasha said Sergej was true... was there really no redemption for this cursed family?

"Now go cook breakfast... I bet the kitties are hungry too, and I could really use some coffee". "C-certainly madam" Juliette nodded, unconsciously adding a curtsey before leaving the room. It was too late; she should've left when she had the chance, but now she was stuck as Natasha's maid, not even able to rescue herself, let alone the poor girls. At least they would enjoy their captivity in their own way, but she knew Natasha wouldn't pass up any opportunity to humiliate her, and since she had to follow every order... would her embarrassing maid outfit make her like that as well?

---

Natasha lay back on Juliette's bed; their conversation rekindled many bad memories she could've done without. But at least she had finally been able to tell Juliette the truth about her brother, without having to be afraid he'd find out about it... and that was an immense relief. What Elena had done to Juliette wasn't right, but Sergej had just used it as an excuse to get rid of her sister; Elena wasn't useful to him, her talent wasn't profitable, she just caused trouble... she smiled remembering the pranks Elena pulled when they were young, leaving his friends glued to walls, eachother, or using that diabolical string of hers... she had changed since then, became malicious, sadistic, powerful... and she wondered if she was becoming like her as well.

She shot up, shaking off her brooding thoughts - at least she could live her life away from those two now. Without Juliette, she wouldn't have had any friends left... but Juliette wouldn't be going anywhere anymore, and she had two lovely kitties to keep her company now. Sergej could take all the money he liked, she didn't care for it, didn't need the luxury he saw fit to leave her with, she just loved doing what she did best. She was proud of the costumes she made, curse or no curse, and especially the cat costumes proved she was getting better at it... just like Elena, her talents were still improving. Cracking her fingers, she sensed the familiar feeling of inspiration creep up on her - she had new costumes to sew.

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