Title: What's New, Pussycat? Summary: Tamara agrees to do a little work volunteering...how hard can it be, right? She'll be the cat's meow for sure! Author's Note – Thank everyone for the kind and supportive emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I'd absolutely love feedback; I'm very sorry for the long absence; here's hoping I can keep providing stories that you might enjoy :) This was a 3 part story that I connected together, so...yeah, that's why it's divided like that. Enjoy! “I'm fired?! For what!?” Madison lowered her glasses and glared at me, her bright green eyes full of disdain. “Tamara, are you quite serious? You've been stealing from me; just two days ago, we recorded footage of you pilfering one of my necklaces while you were supposed to be cleaning my chambers!” I tried not to gulp. Well...so much for explaining that one...maybe I could try the pity approach? “Well, Madison...Ms. Grey...you know I really need this job, to pay for my mother's medical, and...if you could find it in your heart to forgive me...” The young headmistress shook her head, her face growing red. “Tamara, I know for a fact that your mother and father are on a cruise right now in the Caribbean. I just received a post card from them two days ago.” Well, shoot. “I'm not sure what you expect me to do, Tamara.” Madison sighed, rubbing at her temples, her pretty face looking tired. “This isn't a one time occurrence, and you've been far from a model employee otherwise. The Rosewood Magical Academy has no use for a maid that steals more than she cleans, and just because I'm friends with your mother doesn't change that.” I pouted up at her miserably. “But I was going to come here when next year when I was twenty! If you fire me , there's no way that I would be accepted here; it would look horrible on my resume! Please, Ms. Grey, you can't fire me....I'll do anything!” Madison paused, then looked at me quietly, as if deep in thought. “Would you...?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “W-wait, well...I mean, nothing...nothing weird...” The headmistress shook her head, smiling a little as she stood up, adjusting her long purple robes. “Well, I'm quite sure that stealing is a very serious offense...you're not really in a position to make demands, are you?” It was my turn to sigh...dammit! She had me over a hurdle, and she knew it. “Fine, fine, fine! But you better not do anything too...you know...” Madison had begun rifling through her drawers even while I was talking, and had shoved a piece of paper in front of me before I had even finished. “Yes, yes, of course Tamara. Just sign this, and I'll see you in room 304 tomorrow at nine. Alright?” I read over the form, letting out a tiny little squeak as I read the course title. It wasn't alright at all, but what choice did I have? - - - “Welcome to 'Catgirls 101', class! My name is Professor Grey, and I'll be overseeing your class today to cover a very special topic.” I was already cringing, staring down at the floor from my seat at Madison's side. Thank goodness it was a small class, but I still had twenty or so students looking at me. God, I Was already regretting this... Madison, meanwhile, continued her opening. “...and so, sometimes, we need to know when a little discipline is in order. How do you punish a catgirl effectively, without being too cruel? Catgirls are smart creatures, and can learn very quickly. So, class, today we'll be exploring methods of humane discipline. Any questions?” There weren't, but I could feel everyone's eyes on me even harder. I shifted in my seat, blushing beet red. Madison patted my head, her voice cheerful. “And joining us today is Tamara Nolan, a very generous young woman who kindly volunteered for today's lesson. She'll be our little test subject for the day, so I hope you'll all give her a warm welcome.” There was a spattering of polite applause, although it was a little disheartening to look up and see it nearly all coming from the boys...and finally, one girl raised her hand. “But professor, she's...well...she's a human...I mean, isn't she?” I ground my teeth together; I couldn't take this anymore. “Of course I'm a human being, you idiot!” I snapped at her, glaring at the students. The remark drew a quiet 'Oooooooo...' from the class, but the girl just bit her lip and glared back silently. Madison held up her hands to quiet everyone down, throwing me a little grimace as she did. “She is indeed, Lori, but that can be easily fixed...like so.” And before I could react, she had pulled out her wand and tapped me on the forehead. “H-huh? Wait a second...!” I stammered out, before a surge of heat flushed through my body, driving out any thought at all. I felt myself slide down to the ground, moaning softly, but all of that meant so little compared to the deep, burning heat coursing through my body. It almost felt like...an orgasm...only it was slower, spread over every single inch of my body...it was as if my skin was super sensitive, and the very air was teasing my exposed bits, to say nothing about the sensations my cloth robe was having on me. It was all driving me closer and closer, so close...I just needed a little more to... And just like that, the sensations vanished. I looked up at the quiet class, my eyes widening as I realized I had just bucked and moaned on the ground in front of a group of strangers. I needed to say something, to explain what I had felt... “Mmmeeeow....” I purred out, my voice low and sensual...followed up by a gasp of fear that was anything but. “Well, as you can see, the transformation was a complete success!” Madison beamed down at me, nuzzling my robed back with her toe. “The subject will experience a moment of disorientation, but she is now a catgirl, body and mind.” I had known it was coming from the form I had signed, but it was still a total shock to have your body rearranged...especially in front an audience. I tried to take stock over what had happened to me, looking myself over as best as I could as I wiggled on the ground. Instantly, I felt the first change...snaking down my back left leg, I felt the tail under my robe, long and thin, swishing back and forth apparently with a mind of its' own. The sensation was ticklish and distracting, and I started to move my hands back, to rip a hole for it. The sight of my hands drew another gasp from my lips...or rather, what my hands had become. Instead of fingers, I had a large paw, topped with large pink clawless pads...it looked like an oversized kitten's paw, clumsy and too large, but the fur was bright neon blue...and a quick wiggle of my feet assured me that the change had occurred elsewhere as well. At least I hadn't been wearing shoes, I guess. The last few changes were more subtle. I had just begun to feel the curious weight on my head when I felt an odd tickling sensation on my face. I sneezed gently, pawing gently at my nose...and I felt the fine long whiskers I now sported. Whimpering a little, I drew my new hands up to the top of my head, patting lightly, and felt what must be my new ears...they twitched endlessly, and they were massive, sticking up straight at attention, and so soft...although it was hard to tell, since my paws seemed very soft too. I tried to wobble up to my hands and knees, not trusting my back paws for support, and I felt another strange sensation, this time in my chest, almost a light jiggling as I tried to get my balance. Which was weird, since I never really had much of one before, so I didn't know why... Oh crap. “Well, I think now that Ms. Nolan has finished her transformation, she would enjoy a more fitting wardrobe.” Madison waved her wand, causing my robes to vanish...leaving me naked in front of the class. Not that I was looking at them, though; I was too busy staring between my front two legs, gaping at the huge things that had been my tits. Tits...I almost never used the word. Well, they were certainly that now; giant, jiggling melons, swaying gently just from my heavy breathing. My posture made it even worse; the two fat jugs were smooshed together, creating a huge canyon of cleavage. My light brown nipples stood hard at attention, and they almost looked a little thicker than normal...but they hadn't grown with my breasts, and the effect looked almost silly; I was a fat titted cat with tiny little nipples! I glared up at Madison, my eyes narrowed in fury. That bitch; I had never agreed to anything like this! She was going to get a piece of my mind!” “Mmmmmeeeeeeeeeow! Mmmmmeeeeow, mmmmmeeeeeeeow!!!” I clamped my mouth shut, my eyes wide with embarrassment, just as the class started to snicker. Madison calmed them down with a wave of her hand, smiling down at me. “I'm sure Tamara is trying to convey her shock at her new figure, but she seems to have forgotten that, for the moment, she is an untrained catgirl...just a kitten, basically. And so of course her mind has been shifted appropriately; just cute mewls and purrs from her, at least until someone trains her.” She reached down to stroke my head, and although I meant to move away....oooohhh God, her fingers behind my ear...her hands were soft and warm, light but still strong, and as she scratched I felt my hips wiggle, soft meows escaping my lips... “Mmmmmmmeeew....mmmmmeeeew....” “And look, she's such a good kitten, yes she is...” I heard Madison say softly, drawing fresh snickers from the crowd. But that was so far away, and the wonderful sensation was sooooo close....I just kept purring my eyes half lidded as I listened to Ms. Grey speak. “As for her chest, as you should all remember from last week's lesson, we learned about catgirls and their sexual attributes. Bust sizes vary drastically between different catgirls, from being flat chested to dragging around a pair of watermelons. Larger breasts are more common, however, and they do lend themselves better to discipline. Observe.” Suddenly, the heavenly scratching stopped. I opened my eyes in confusion, about to meow, when suddenly I felt a firm pinch on my nipples. “Mmmmmmmmmeeeeeow!!!” I howled out, flinching back, my butt raised high in the air as I pressed my swollen jugs tight against the ground, protecting myself from further harm. I glared up at the giggling class, feeling my ears flick back in frustration. Madison began to stroke my back gently with her foot, much to my annoyance. “Awww, there there, girl, it's alright. As you can see, Tamara reacted on pure instinct, pressing those big breasts of hers flat to the ground while raising her rump to show submissiveness. Many catgirls are submissive by nature, so a quick show of dominance like I just displayed will keep them in line most of the time.” Submissive by nature...? That was stupid though! I was still a person, even if I looked like a cat...I shook my head, realizing I was letting out soft purrs as Madison's foot rubbed my back up and down. “But professor, is she really a catgirl?” It was that moron Lori again, giving me a strange look as she mumbled out her question. “I mean, she looks different, but how do we know if she can't talk...?” I could feel Madison's smile as she talked, even if I couldn't see it. “That's a great question, Lori, and one I'd be happy to explain. Mental magic is actually a bit trickier than magic of a physical nature, and it can be hard to tell if it was successful. Catgirls do exhibit a number of fun inner traits that I'm sure Tamara is enjoying right now. For example, she may find that she can't actually remember what her breasts are called.” I nearly let out a meow of laughter at that. Not remembering what I called my knockers? Madison obviously had a higher opinion of herself then...wait...I paused for a moment. Knockers? No, that wasn't right... “In fact, she'll only be able to think of the lewdest words she knows for them...catgirls are very playful, you see, and they love learning fun words. All of Tamara's vocabulary has been shifted around, and all those other, dirty, fun words...those are the ones that she can actually focus on.” Fuck! She was right...I couldn't remember what to call my fat melons! Udders? Gazongas? Chugajugs?! Shoot! It was all one big blank in my head, constantly being filled with other words! I couldn't remember what to call my jumbojugs! “Mmmmeeeeeooow, Mmmmmeeeeeeeeow!!!” I swiped a paw at Madison's ankle in frustration, the soft pad simply rubbing against her ankle. Still, she glared down at me. “Bad kitten; there's no need to be fussy. But I bet I know what will help...” It better be a fix for this, a check for a million dollars, and Gorrilaz tickets I grumbled in my head. But instead of any of that, Madison pulled out... ...a ball of yarn. Yarn? That's got to be the dumbes-wooooah!!! “Mmmmmeeeeeeeow!!!” I let out a surprised mewl as my body rolled over, my hands and legs raised in the air as Madison dangled the ball above my head. I tried to wiggle over, to gain footing...to do anything but squirm under the stupid thing, but my body wasn't listening to me!” “As you can all see, Tamara is now quite enamored by yarn...she'll do anything to get a nice big ball of it to play with...” Fresh laughter erupted as Tamara teased me with the yarn, lowering it low enough where I could just about swipe at it...then pulling it up as I did, drawing a yowl of frustration from my lips. “This is a nice reward for good kittens; they'll focus on balls of yarn for hours. Well...balls in general, to be honest, but yarn is there favorite. Right now Tamara can't really do anything but wiggle underneath me, even if she wants to do something else...though it's a treat, you can also use this to gain control of an unruly catgirl.” After a little more light teasing, lowering the ball just in front of my face (I almost got it, I was so close!!), Madison tucked the ball back into her robes. I heard little grumbles. of disappointment from a few of the boys in the room. As soon as the yarn was away, I felt my body relax a bit, and I hastily pulled myself up to a clumsy sitting position, wobbling a bit as I covered my jiggling tits with my arms. It made my cleavage look even vaster, but at least I wasn't showing my nipples off to the class anymore. I turned up to let out a low, mean growl at Madison...it sounded more like a low purr, but I hoped she got the message. The way that she was beaming down at me, I was doubting that she had. “Alright, so now we've got our catgirl...so how shall we discipline her, class? I think this would be a wonderful time for a pop quiz!” Wait...a pop quiz? I had to say something, I had to-oooooohh...and just then, Madison's wonderful fingers began to scratch behind my ears again, and I went limp against her legs, purring and squirming gently...maybe a pop quiz wouldn't be so bad... “Mmmmmeeeeow...” I squirmed on the ground, mewling weakly as I felt Professor Grey's fingers massage my ears. I knew I should be more worried about this pop quiz, but my altered body seemed to have other ideas on what was important. I felt my tail swish contentedly side to side as I stretched my paws, purring gently as I rubbed my leg against Madison's leg...her fingers were like magic, they knew the perfect spot where to scratch, and my eyelids felt heavy from the bliss. “So, let's see...who should we start with?” Madison's voice sounded a bit far away, unimportant...what she was doing with her hands was soooo much more important than whatever silly thing she was talking about... “Ma'am? I believe it's my turn?” an eager boy's voice came from towards the back of the class, and Professor Grey pulled her hand away, drawing a small moan of protest from my lips before my wits slowly came back to me. I recognized that voice... I looked up at Madison to see her nodding, giving a smile to the class. “Well, I don't see a problem with that, Vincent.” Vincent?! Oh crap...I flattened my body to the floor as best as I could, my huge melons jiggling as I wiggled in misery, giving Madison an angry hiss as I looked out at my future 'partner'. Vincent was one of the biggest pervs in the whole school; I didn't even attend the dumb place yet and even I knew that! He was smart enough, and not ugly or anything...with his slight stubble and wavy hair, he was even sorta cute...in a geeky way, I guessed. But he was always slacking off, and ALWAYS making really dirty, perverted jokes. And I definitely wasn't liking the way he was eying me now, a small smile playing across his face as he walked up towards me. He patted my head as he passed me, eliciting a little growl and making my big fuzzy ears twitch in discomfort. “So, Vincent...” Professor Grey had taken a few steps back, leaving me alone with the student. “Here is your quiz. How do you appropriately discipline a catgirl?” Vincent paused, then bent down to rub my back. I was about to crawl backwards, but as his fingers glided down my body, I arched my back, letting out a loud feline moan. “Don't worry, kitty...” he whispered to me softly, his breath tickling my ear. “I'll make sure you have fun...be a good girl for me, ok?” He kept scratching my back, making me wiggle on the ground, my bare jugs rubbing on the cool floor. “Mmmmmew...mmmmmmmmeeeeeow....” I sighed out, nuzzling against his thigh with my cheek... “I can really punish her however I want...?” Vincent asked softly, and I could tell from his tone that he was probably weighing all sorts of perverted ideas in his head...but as long as he was petting me, I might as well have been putty in his hands. Damn him and his magic fingers! “That's right, Vincent. Just don't be too cruel with her; she's been a very sweet little kitten for us so far.” I could hear the playful tone in her voice as she watched me getting stroked and rubbed from afar. “Though I wouldn't be afraid to try out a few ideas, if I were you....this is an adult course, and you will get extra credit for originality....” Shoot...why did I agree to this?! “Well, that's just purrrrfect...” Vincent breathed in my ear before standing up, giving me a moment to catch my breath. “Professor, you said that catgirls loved to play with balls, right?” He turned to me and began to slip out of his robe, sliding his jeans down as well. “Well....I think we can arrange some playtime that you'll like, Tamara...” “Mmmmmeeeeow!?” I let out a terrified mewl as he began to wiggle out of his boxers, my eyes widening as I realized what he was doing. I tried to squirm to all fours, my dumb tits swaying as I tried to get on my hands and knees. I had to get away from him, before he- I looked back towards Vincent and totally forgot everything I was doing. My mind went white from the simple joy I got just looking at his bare balls, and I was overcome with an incredible need... “Mmmew...mmmeew....” Before I knew it, I was on my back, my big kitty titties wobbling as I raised my paws in the air submissively. My tail swayed lazily as I wriggled between Vincent's legs, unable to take my eyes of his sack...oh God, I just wanted to paw at them so badly... Dimly, I was aware of the giggles of the class, and I could hear Professor Grey praising Vincent for paying attention to her, but I was too busy staring up at what I wanted, humping the air gently with need...the sight of those amazing balls made my hips quiver with need, and I rubbed my legs together like an anxious grasshopper as I mewled up at Vincent, trying to get his attention, maybe to get him to bend down just a bit... He did look down, and he had a wide grin on his face as he waved a hand in front of my face, blocking my view of his balls. “Kitty likes, I take it...?” A quick surge of anger coursed through me, joining the coiling heat that had been filling me ever since I began to squirm on my back. I batted at one of his thighs, giving him a growl as I did...even though my paw was completely clawless, and huge and fluffy besides, I felt like I had to smack him. “Grrrr...mmmmeeeow!!!” Vincent tutted down at me, shaking his head. “I thought you were going to be a bit more well behaved than that, Tamara...I guess this will be a case of tough love.” I was about to open my mouth to growl at him more, but he began to lower himself down towards me, and I let out a squeak of panic as he squatted above my head. “You're so eager to meow at me, but maybe we can try to find a better use for that tongue, eh pussycat?” He moved his hand away, and there, dangling just inches from my lips, were his full, hanging balls...my eyes widened, and I felt my face flush with heat...my whole body felt awash with fire, and I let out a long sigh of longing, panting with need... “Mmmmmmeeeeeeew...mmmmmmmmeeeeeeeew.....!!!!” I blushed as I heard the laughter...I could imagine the sight; a catgirl with neon blue ears, tail, and furry paws, along ridiculous knockers, writhing on the ground, meowing for balls...but I could only vaguely picture it; even though part of my mind was howling at me to move, to do something, to do anything, it was like I was a prisoner in my own head, and my body was evidently a total slave to my new catlike instincts. Vincent looked down at me and grinned, rubbing one of my jiggling jugs, and drawing a small purr from my lips. “It's ok, girl; why don't you have some fun with them? I know you're craving them...” He gave his hips a little wiggle, his balls swaying from side to side, and what little willpower I had left totally shattered. “Mmmmeeeeeow! MMMmmmeeeeeooooww!!!” I meowed loudly, batting at him with my paws. I saw the panicked look on his face; I wondered dimly if he had counted on me playing with his balls like this, but evidently my soft paws didn't hurt him as I fondled his hanging sack...judging by the look on his face, and from his twitching cock, he was enjoying the whole thing quite a bit. “Ahh...ahhh...k-kitten, that's...oooh...en-ah...e-enough....!” Vincent panted out, his thighs trembling as he bent a little lower. “You're s-supposed to be punished, so...y-you need to make sure I'm clean...go on....” He didn't have to tell me twice...every time I touched his nutsack with my paws, I felt a wave of bliss wash down my arms, and I was eager to feel more. As Vincent bent over me, pressing his sack gently to my lips, I nuzzled up at him, licking hungrily... “Mmmeow, mmmeeeow, mmmmmffff!!!” My mewls were muffled against Vincent's sack as I suckled and slurped, moaning into his balls as I was wracked with pleasure. He felt like lightning in my mouth as I worshiped and lapped at him, every touch of my tongue to his skin making my hips jump and my pussy ache with need...My mind was foggy as I worked, lost in a haze of bliss, tonguing his wet sack...dimly, I was aware that he was dripping with precum, his cock hard and throbbing...I lapped it up all the same, licking up his precum and a bit of sweat, too; his shivering thighs were slick with it. I could hear him panting and moaning as I worked harder, faster...I felt him buck and shake against me, and it drove me crazier still. His scent was all over me, I could taste it in my mouth, and it filled my head...all I could focus on, all I could imagine were those two balls in my face, swollen with cum. I felt like an animal in heat, working hard, pleasing her mate, getting closer, closer, closer...my muffled mewls rising in pitch and need as I buried my face in those amazing, heavenly balls....I was close, close, I was going to- Vincent grabbed the back of my head, his hands hot as they rubbed my furry ears, and he held me close as he groaned and grunted, his hips humping my face. I let out a confused moan, not understanding what was happening, but I was given enlightenment a moment later when I felt something hot spatter against my forehead and into my hair. Vincent let out a satisfied sigh as he came, grinding against my face as I milked his balls.... He stood up shakily, taking as step away from me as he tugged his boxers back on. I mewled up at him miserably. I was still so hot, so needy, so close! Hopelessly, I brought a useless paw between my legs to try and ease the sensation, but all I got for my trouble was sticky fur; my attempt to wipe off the cum from my forehead didn't fare much better. “Mmmew...mmmmew!” I meowed up at him, craving just a bit more, just a touch to send me over the edge...I was interrupted by a small laugh from Professor Grey, who was looking just a bit flushed herself. “Well, Vincent, judging from the noises she's making, Ms. Nolan has been disciplined properly...I bet she'd love to do whatever you wanted of her right now. Leaving her squirming in heat after servicing you...quite devious, young man, and also a wonderful method of discipline. Mixing work and play is one of the best ways to have a happy and obedient catgirl.” Vincent was looking pretty shaken himself; for all his lewd talk, I didn't think he was prepared to be milked in public by a catgirl in heat, and he was panting hard as he tugged on his robe. “W-well, actually, ah...I d-did have a few more ideas, umm...if...” Madison shook her head. “You had your turn, Vincent; another student should have their time too. Now...let's see...” she scanned the room, squinting... “Professor?” A small voice chimed up from the near the front. “May I please have a turn...?” Madison smiled widely, looking down at me as I squirmed on the ground, trying to calm down. “Oh, certainly Lori...I'm sure Tamara would really appreciate a woman's touch... “Mmmmmeeeeow...” I shivered on the ground, mewling quietly as I struggled to recover from the sensations coursing through my body. I tried to keep my horrible feline body still, my thighs nearly aching with their need to rub against each other...but I didn't want to give Madison the satisfaction of seeing me cum from just suckling balls. Slowly, carefully, I willed myself to calm down, panting softly. By the time I had gotten my wits together and pulled myself to a clumsy sitting position, Lori was standing in front of me, looking down at me with that same weird look she had worn earlier. Her green eyes stood out distinctly on her pale face, and curious expression on her face as she stared at me was creeping me out. I gave her a meek little growl, trying to sound fierce...but the fact that I was still a sweaty, cum-sticky cat girl mess probably dampened my ferocity. “So, Lori, what did you think of Vincent's demonstration?” Madison asked from her desk. “Did you agree with his methods of discipline?” Lori never took her eyes off me, her face flushed gently as she looked me up and down, then she shook her head. “No, Professor. I think that Vincent did a creative job, but I don't think he disciplined her enough.” She gazed down at me, and I saw that she had a slight smile on her lips; the bitch was enjoying my misery! “A good owner must make sure her kitten is well trained and obedient.” I let out a nervous little meow...this didn't sound good. Madison just laughed, though. “Oh really? Well, what would you recommend, Lori?” Lori's smile widened as she reached into her robes, drawing her wand. “Well...you told us that catgirls make good pets, right professor? But catgirls are smart enough to be used for other tasks...” I barely had time to think before the wand lowered, bathing me in a flash of pink light. “Mmmmeeow! Mmmmmeeeow!!!” I cried out in shock, squirming at the sudden light weight around my body,. For a startled instant, I thought I was being given more fur, but I realized it was just a tight cloth garment. Some kind of shirt, or dress? But why would Lori dress me if.... I looked back over my shoulder, and I suddenly understood everything. “Mmmmmmeeeeow!! Mmmeeeeeow, mmmmmrrrrooow!!!” I let out a humiliated yowl of misery as I took in what I was wearing. It was a dress, alright....the barest bit of one, the fluffy white lace-lined skirt poofing up around my waist, ending just above my tail. The black outfit pressed tight against my stomach, but the top was laughably bare; my massive melons spilled out from more white lace, although the dress had some short, frilly sleeves. Worst of all, though, was the embarrassing tightness around my throat. I couldn't see, it, but I could feel a collar around my neck; more of the same lace, or maybe silk. The entire outfit felt like silk, which made me feel a little grateful, but from what I could see, it would be plain as day what I was supposed to be to anyone with eyes. A maid...I was a catgirl maid! “Mmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeow!!!” I let out a mewl of humiliation as I looked down at myself. I was dimly aware of a gasp from the class...and a few cheers at well. I looked up at Lori in horror, ready to swipe at her, but even as I opened my mouth, Lori was already lightly tapping me on the forehead with her wand, right between my fluffy ears. “Quiet, pet,” she scolded me. “You have to behave...be a good girl now, ok?” I quieted at once, but not just from her words. The way she had mumbled nervously at the start of the lecture, her eagerness to volunteer, her flushed expression now...she's turned on by this I realized with a start. She's excited having me as a pet! She's...like...some kind dominatrix! Madison had come forward to stand next to her, looking me up and down with a wry smile on her face. “An unorthodox punishment...but a catgirl maid is hardly unheard of, Lori.” But the girl just shook her head, practically beaming down at me. “But Professor, I'm not finished yet...” She walked around me, tapping me lightly with her wand as she moved. My lips, my jugs, my paws and knees, my tail...she flicked her wand against all of them, and I felt the tingles that spread from the tap with horror. What was this crazy witch doing to me!? “Mmmeeeow....mmmmrrrrroooooow!!!” I mewled up at the pair of them miserably, squirming in discomfort. Well...mewling until I felt...wait...what the heck was I feeling? My hands and knees felt weird, my tail was heavy, my tits...my tits were...were...oh God, were my jugs growing again?! “Mmmeeeeeow, mmmmmeeow, mmm...mmmmmmffff!! Mmmmmmfffff?!?!” All of sudden, my mouth was full, and I let out a muffled whimper as I looked up at my tormenters. Lori had a pleased grin on her face, and Madison's eyes were wide. “Well, Lori, I have to say...that's quite the surprise...” she told the the student, her tone full of admiration. “While the class looks our volunteer over, maybe you could explain your choices for us?” “Gladly.” Lori smiled down at me, tapping her heel on the ground. “Come on, pet, do a little turn for the class.” I wobbled forward as I looked down at myself, mumbling around whatever what is in my mouth. I had already felt the first change; my tits had ballooned even bigger, turning from the sweater cows they had been into two massive udders...they were so huge that they rubbed against the ground, the sensation horribly degrading and...awfully arousing at the same time. My nipples were rock hard against the cool floor before I had taken more than a few steps. But the other changes...they weren't to my body; they were to my outfit. As I crawled along the floor, I realized before I even took a step that I wasn't actually on my hands or knees any more. I was resting on...they seemed like pads, of some kind, wrapped around my paws and my legs. A quick look down showed me exactly what they were...thick-bristled brushes, the kind you use to scrub floors. Another glance over my shoulder at my tail showed me what was weighing down my tail...a small feather duster, tied to the end of it with a bright red bow. Held down by the weight, it swished along the ground as I walked. And strapped to my face was......something....it stuck out from my mouth, thick and bright pink, and fastened to my head by some kind of strap. But it didn't just stick out...there was something in my mouth too, something that went back far enough that it rested on my tongue, muffling my meows and hisses. It couldn't just be a weird gag, though, because with every step, two round somethings wobbled against my chin...it was almost like they were... My eyes widened, and I gazed up at the grinning young witch in absolute misery. “Mmmfff?!? Mmmmmmmmfffff!!!!” Balls...it felt like two rubbery balls were slapping against my face. Which could only mean that the thing sticking out of my mouth...a...a dildo?! It had to be...Lori, that bitch, she had stuffed my mouth with a big dildo! I growled and hissed up at her, but my furious mewls were muffled into quiet little whimpers, and Lori was already talking to the class, patting me on the back as she did. “...and, as you can see, she's clearly smart enough to realize what I've done. Catgirls are playful by nature, and they hate to work...so I thought a punishment for her could also be a gift to the owner. After all, who wouldn't want a kitten that cleans wherever she goes?” She tapped the end of the huge dildo, making my head bob up and down a bit. “Plus, she'll always have a little extra fun, for her mistresses, masters, or any curious guests...” That slut! I would make her pay for this, I swear I...ahh...ooooh God, yes.... My thoughts of payback were dashed apart by Lori's questing fingers, scratching idly at my twitching ears. She stroked up and down, slow and steady...her hands seemed to know exactly where to go, exactly where to tease. My legs wobbled as I leaned against her, and I knew I was suckling loudly at the dildo filling my mouth, but I didn't even care...it was so amazing, so perfect...mistress was teasing me, pleasuring me, I was hers, her kitten, hers.... “Another interesting fact about catgirls,” Lori continued on, even as her fingers sent me closer and closer to heaven. “They are submissive creatures, yes...but this tendency is magnified through humiliation. In fact, the more embarrassed a catgirl is, the more sensitive they are.” Lori leaned down next to my ear, her breath tickling me as she whispered. “And everyone knows that nothing is more sensitive than a catgirl's big...” I wiggled against her leg, purring and whimpering as I milked the dildo in my mouth...the heat between my legs building, unbearable...I needed it, I needed it... “Soft...” Oh God, it was...so...so close, so close so close...I started to hump the air, my whimpers rising in pitch. “Ears...” Lori barely breathed the last word into my ear, her words low and full of lust...but her fingers, and her voice.... “Mmmfff...mmmmmffff...!! Mmmmmffff!!! MMMMFFFF!!” I came hard, harder than I could remember, squealing and bucking against the air, my melons rubbing up and down on the floor as I shivered against Lori. I suckled the huge dildo desperately, my cheeks puffed, big latex balls slapping against my chin...it didn't matter, all that mattered were Lori's fingers, and the wonderful relief that I had gotten. It took me an eternity to pull my senses together, but I did so grudgingly. I gazed up at the class in embarrassment....but instead of laughter, I was met with envious looks from girls and boys alike. Heh, wonder if their ears can do that... I thought to myself. It was about time that something had gone right today. “Back on earth, kitten?” Lori bent down, smiling sweetly, and gave me a kiss on the forehead, drawing a muffled purr of appreciation from my lips. “Mmmfff...” Her smile widened. “So that means you'll be a good kitten, then?” I nodded eagerly, my hips shaking and jugs jiggling along with me. Professor Grey coughed, her face bright red...and it didn't look like it was with embarrassment. “Well...that was quite the...ha...climax, Lori; thank you for that creative and...impressive display. Class, that will be all for the day, and remember to finish chapter 4 for tomorrow!” Lori gave my forehead another light kiss before she left, brushing against my hair as she walked out. Madison bent down in front of me, smiling just as wide as the girl. “I bet you were nervous, weren't you, Tamara? Lori may be a bit...kinky, but she's a sweet girl, and she was taken with you the second you had paws.” I let out a happy, muffled sigh. It was embarrassing as heck, sure, but this whole day was...at least I had gotten that amazing orgasm out of it. Plus, it was done! Madison smiled down at me, patting my head. “So, are you comfortable now? Or would you like to be changed back before tomorrow's class?” Wait...tomorrow's class? “You did read the form, right...?” The professor's eyes twinkled with delight. “That small print...it always gets you. You're a week long volunteer, hun.” Her eyes dropped down a bit as she eyed the pink dildo jutting from between my lips, and her cheeks reddened a bit. “Unless you'd like to earn a little extra credit...” “Mmmmmffffff!” The end~