We are Siamese
mc; mg; mdom; preg; tf; inc
"We are Siamese if you please, we are Siamese if you don't please..."
The eight-year-old girl slid up against her brother as she sang. She was small for her age, at three foot ten, especially compared to her newly turned thirteen-year-old brother's five foot six. Her cat t-shirt slid up a bit as she got in the way of her brother's progress. He tripped, forcing him to brace himself on her, accidentally hugging her.
Simone liked to sing, and liked to play with her big brother. Unfortunately, her big brother seemed to be avoiding her at the moment. He'd started doing it when she discovered how good it felt to hug him. It felt good to press up against him. He didn't like it, though, especially when Simone pressed against his hard thing.
"You really want to be one of those cats, don't you," her brother said. "Or at least play one for a while?"
"Yes," Simone replied, then with a smirk, continued. "It kind of looks fun, and they do what little sisters are supposed to be doing."
"Yeah, blaming big brothers," her brother said. "But would you really like to be a pussycat?"
"Why not," Simone asked. It would be fun to play being a cat.
"Well, then try this on," her brother said, pulling a barrette with cat ears out his dresser.
Simone put the barrette on, and immediately began feeling a tickle behind her ears. Everything started to sound strange. Her knees felt weak, and she slid down, against her brother, to the floor. Her head felt as if she was underwater, and then a sharp pain started right behind her ears, where the barrette pressed into her skull. From there it spread through out her head, and she passed out under the pain.
Simone woke up in her brother's room, naked. The pain was gone. She was curled up on a large pet bed under his window. One of her hands went up, and discovered that she was still wearing the barrette. It seemed to be much more firmly attached than any she had worn previously. She didn't feel the need to cover herself, thought the thought that she was naked and exposed crossed her mind.
"Good morning, Simone," her brother said from where he laid on his bed. He was naked too, and stroking his thing. "You're not going to be able to take your ears off. They're fully fused with your skull now. By the end of the week they'll be fully covered by your skin, and you're already hearing through them, not your old ones."
Her brother's voice did sound a bit different, and she could hear the tick-tock of the grandfather clock in his room, even with the door closed. Her brother's room was on the opposite side of the house from it, too. She heard something moving in the wall, as well.
"As for your tail, that will take a couple weeks for your skin to cover it all, Dad says," her brother said.
Simone looked down at her behind, and spotted her tail. It was mostly white plastic, save the half inch, next to her hips, that her skin was already starting to cover. It moved a bit as she did, and she wondered if she was able to control it any. She concentrated, and it did. Not how she wanted it to, but she could move it.
"Once that's done, we'll give you your fur," her brother said. "But now, I think it's time that you learn what being a pussy cat means. Let's get up and go get breakfast before your heat kicks in."
Simone got up, standing up and walking over to the door. It was closed, and looking at it, she couldn't figure out how to open it. She'd opened it and walked through that door, and others like it many times, but now, it was closed.
"The door's not locked, Simone," her brother said. "But you don't know how to open it do you?" Simone shook her head. "You won't. Pussycats don't know how to open doors, and you're now my pussycat." He opened the door.
Simone followed him out of his room and down to the kitchen. She moved to take a seat at the table.
"No, you don't sit at the table any more, Simone," her brother said as he poured out a bowl of her favorite corn pops. He put it down on the floor. "You eat on the floor now, and no hands."
Simone got on her hands and knees, and tried to eat her corn pops without her hands. It wasn't easy. After a couple minutes of watching her try, her brother took pity on her.
"Okay, you can use your hands," her brother said.
Simone finished her corn pops that way, grateful that her brother hand given her permission. Once she had the last pop, she realized that her brother was giving her orders, and she was obeying them without question. She'd never done that before, but it made her feel good. In fact she was feeling really good at the moment.
She got up from the floor and went to hug and press her naked body against her still naked brother's. That felt really good. His hands felt up her body, and she started to purr. She'd never purred before. His hands touched her down between her legs, like they'd told her that no one should at school. Simone didn't want her big brother to stop.
"Up on my lap, facing me," her brother ordered.
Simone did what her brother ordered, and found that he was guiding his thing into her wet pussy as she sat down on his lap. It felt good, really good, as he worked more of it into her body. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his lap, moaning with pleasure as his thing filled her pussy, sliding in and out, over and over again.
She didn't want to stop, even as the though crossed her mind that once he came inside her, she would no longer be a little girl. She kept on moving up and down on his thing, until it happened, and she came with a wordless catgirl scream. She felt his seed shoot into her body, and she knew she was now a pussycat.
All weekend, Simone let her brother fill her pussy. She craved him inside her. He called her his fertile feline, and she purred under his attentions. She only spoke when spoken to, at least until Monday morning.
"Jeffery?" Simone asked, after finishing her breakfast and returning to his room. It was hard for her to speak up not in response for something. "How can I go to school like this."
"Pussycats don't got to school," Jeffery replied. He was dressing for school. "You're now my pussycat, and I've made you an indoor cat, so you'll be spending all day at home while I go to school. Okay?"
"Okay," Simone said, laying down on her pet bed to watch her master get ready for school.
A few months later, Simone woke up in the afternoon laying on a large pillow that had been placed where the sunbeam that came through the living room picture window every day. Clouds had covered the sun for the moment, the lack of sunbeam cutting off her warmth. She yawned and stretched her fur covered body. Afternoon naps were expected of the pussycat, after she'd done her chores, but her master was expected home any minute, and she thought she really should get up to greet him.
She moved with the grace of a cat into the front hallway, catching her reflection in the mirror next to the front closet. Simone twitched her whiskers. She'd developed a fascination for her reflection, lately. Her fur covered her from her neck to her ankles, save her nipples, navel, and pussy. It was white, except for around her wrists, ankles and the tip of her tail, where it it turned black. Okay, it wasn't perfectly white, there was a bit of gray to it, but she was a perfectly acceptable Siamese.
Simone licked her fingers and slicked some errant fur into the correct direction. Then her hands went down to feel her swollen belly. She was having her first litter, soon. She'd been told that pussycats had babies quicker that pure humans, and usually at least twins. Her ears and tail would breed true, too. She had no reason to doubt her master's father's pronouncement. He was no longer her father. A pussycat didn't know who her father was.
The door opened, and there was her master, dressed in his school uniform. She took the couple steps necessary to get in his arms, her shorter than before body barely reaching his shoulders. She knew that it wouldn't be long until the uniform was gone, and he was making her purr with pleasure. He was already kicking off his sneakers.
"Does my Siamese please today?" he asked, as she rubbed her cheek against his warm red sweater vest. Her tail ran up his dress pants and curled around his waist to keep him close.
"I am Siamese if you please," Simone sang back, as her master slid down his pants.
"I think I'll please my Siamese right away," he replied. Then he reached down below her swollen belly, and Simone was pleased by her brother master, just like she had been ever since she'd put on her ears.
Simone's purrs filled the house, to be followed by the yowls of her climax. She truly was a pussycat, now, her wet little pussy just waiting for her master to fill it again.
