MAU - Naughty Kitty - Part 1 free porn video

MAU My friend Stan and I were walking in the park one day, smoking some weed and enjoying the weather. We were on a little trail in one of the city parks, and in a clearing we came upon a strange looking artifact: it looked kind of like a grey metal briefcase. There were no seams or openings on it, and no markings but for a few characters stamped into the metal. Neither of us recognized the symbols. I suggested leaving it behind; it could be a bomb! Stan wanted to keep it and try and figure out what the writing on it was. The box was light and he carried it with ease. I was nervous about the thing; there could be anything in there! Stan was not impressed or concerned, just very very curious. After smoking a few more tokes on our joint we went our separate ways. It had been a few days since the walk, and I had completely forgotten about the box and largely about the walk; I did after all smoke a ton of weed while we were out. I was sitting on my couch, playing Mass Effect 2 and watching that sexy Miranda walk in the skintight hex map suit she wore when I got a call from Stan. I flipped open my phone and answered, "Hello?" "Jim? I figured out what the box is, you won't believe it, you've gotta come and see this." "What? What box?" Then it dawned on me. "Ohhhh, that box. What is it?" "Just come on over and see. I've got some good buds, too." He hung up. I got dressed, putting on boots and an overcoat as it was cold and snowy outside, and went out walking over to his apartment building. He only lived three blocks from me, so I was there in a matter of minutes. I passed by a couple of his neighbors standing on the steps outside, smoking. They were both younger guys, both kind of dumpy and nerdy looking (much like me). One nodded at me as he recognized me, I think his name was Cory. I went in and up to his apartment and knocked and was let in after just a minute. Stan's place had always been neat, clean and well kept, and today was no exception, but Stan himself surprised me. His face looked a lot cleaner and smoother than before and his hair was cut and gelled artfully into place. He looked like he had had a make over or something. Something smelled really good in the apartment, too, almost like baked bread or sandwiches or something. A little musky too, but not in a bad way. "Wow, Stan, you look great! What's going on?" "You're never gonna believe this Jim. It's the box. It allows you to change yourself, change your appearance ... even change your mind a little. I'm pretty sure that it's an alien technology!" I coughed a bit on the joint he passed me, both out of shock and the strength of the weed. "You're fucking with me man, no way." "I'll show you, come on!" Stan lead me out into his kitchen, which was dominated by what looked like some kind of futuristic phone booth made of the same metal the box had been. There was a tracery in one wall that looked like a door, and next to it, a black panel about the size of a large photo. Under the panel was a reddish crystal that had an indentation in it that looked suspiciously like a three-fingered hand. Stan placed his hand on the crystal, and almost immediately a picture of him appeared on it. He shook his head, and the panel went dark again, and another form took shape; a form that resolved itself into mine! It looked like me, all right, dumpy, out of shape, receding hairline. The figure spun and changed before my eyes, becoming thinner, stronger and more attractive. My jaw dropped. He pulled his hand away, and all of the sudden, the door shaped panel disappeared, revealing an internal space the size of small closet. On the ceiling was a glowing yellow crystal and on the back was a glowing pink crystal, otherwise it was featureless. "See? All you do is think of how you want to look, step inside, and touch the crystal, and presto! You become whatever you want!" "It can't be that easy... what are the limitations?" "That's the best part; there are hardly any at all. I've done things as complex as alter my pheromones to make me smell more attractive and seem more solid and trustworthy, I've enhanced my senses and intelligence... "He grinned and waggled his eyebrows "not to mention my sex life. You have no idea how sensitive I've become. I'm totally resistant to getting intoxicated but I don't feel like I need it because I feel so good, and I can make you like that too." "Wow. Just, wow." I didn't know how to react. "Well, don't you want to try it? Just step in and touch the crystal and poof! New you!" I frowned. "How safe is it? I mean, could it have a harmful effect on me?" "Aww, come on man, trust me! You'll be fine." I was skeptical, but Stan was my friend. I trusted him, didn't I? I shrugged and stepped into the box and touched the glowing pink crystal. It went dark inside, and I felt frozen. I was very disoriented. Then the wall opened... in front of me, had the machine turned me around? I stumbled out. "Damn, man you look awesome!" Stan said. I turned around and looked at him. I was a couple of inches taller than before, certainly in better shape; I looked down at a trim gut, muscular arms, and a lean body. I turned around and looked in a mirror on his kitchen cabinet ... yeah, I was recognizable as me, just improved in almost every way and dimension. All my hair was there! My breath caught in my throat. "So, what do you think?" "I'm uh, amazed, Stan. I look great. I feel a little, I don't know, kind of fuzzy headed." I closed my eyes and shook my head. Stan laughed. "It must be all of the weed you've been smoking. I actually enhanced your intelligence and judgment skills. You should be far more capable of making rational and clear headed decisions now. Since we're on the same level pretty much, we'll both think similarly." I frowned again. "I don't feel smarter. Just kind of, oh I don't know..." "Don't worry, you're just stoned. Want to go to the bathroom and check that body out?" "Oh, I thought you made me resistant to getting high?" "Oh, right... that. Well, you must just be shocked still I guess. Your head will clear soon enough. Go ahead, get a load of yourself." There was something bothering me about the way he was talking, but I put it down to nerves and the Mary Jane. I certainly did want to go check out my body; we were definitely thinking on the same level. I went to excuse myself and headed for his bathroom. He had a huge wall mirror over his ceramic sink, and I was again just shocked by how amazing I looked. I posed in the mirror, lifting my head to one side, making a muscle, stretching. Then I started to strip to find my ripped abs, solid lats, perfect gluts, and no kidding, ten inch penis. It was long and powerful and came to almost instant life in my hand. My hand felt incredibly warm against its surface and I stroked it, very gently, which ripped a gasp of pleasure out of me. He wasn't kidding about how sensitive it was! I closed my eyes and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my sexy body and my huge cock through half- lidded eyes. I was magnificent. I realized I was thoroughly enjoying the way that my man meat felt in my hand, and I started to lose myself in a fantasy. I realized that I was imagining jerking myself off, from a third person perspective, and also that it wasn't really bothering me. I was horny, caught up in the moment, and admiring myself. Nothing strange about that, girls do it all the time, don't they? Girls do a lot of things, I thought. Girls like to give guys hand jobs. I wonder what it felt like to be a girl, tiny compared to her man, running my soft little hand up and down a monster made of meat like the one I was holding now. Between the stimulation and the kinky thought I could not hold out any longer: I ejaculated powerfully, forcefully shooting my cum, splattering the mirror with thick, ropy strands. I gripped on to the stoneware counter for a minute to gather myself and catch my breath. I shook the bizarre fantasies out of my head (at least, I tried to - part of me was still wondering what that would feel like) and set about cleaning the mirror and counter and then myself off. I mused as I did so and as I picked up my clothes and started putting them back on, and then came to a realization - the machine would probably let someone turn into a girl. I felt a surge of curiosity and arousal as my penis, still super-sensitive from cumming a few minutes ago, surged to life in my underwear. I tried not to think about it - I'm not gay, after all - but it never completely left my head. I posed a bit more, but felt that I had explored my body enough and wandered back out. Stan offered me a beer which I took gratefully and he lit another joint, which he passed to me after half a puff. I stood, smoking and drinking and looking at the machine, my mind wandering. Stan cleared his throat. "So, how do you like it?" "Oh, it was great! I, man, I feel like I'm just about perfect. I'm not sure what else I'd want to do with it... we should keep it to ourselves, no sense in sharing a secret this good." "Well," Stan said. "I did have a couple of ideas. I just wasn't sure how cool you'd be with them." He seemed worried. "Well, spill it, man! What's up?" "Well I was thinking about ways I could use this to make extra cash. I mean, now I have health and I'm damn good looking and have super senses and all... but none of that automatically translates to an improved income. It got me to thinking, what can this machine do? Well, it can make you look like whoever you want to. Who gets paid for how they look? Well, models do." "So you were thinking of modeling now that you're in great shape?" "Nah, trying to become a model would take forever and there's no guarantee I'd get a deal. I mean, it's hard enough for girls, but guys really need to be cream of the crop. So I thought of webcams just home modeling. Guys will pay real good money for a clip of a pretty girl in lingerie, even if it's not porn. I could make a girl look really, really hot with this machine. But I don't know any girls that would agree to that." "Huh, yeah, that's too bad. It was a good idea." I thought about it. What was it like, showing your body off to strangers like that for money? I had no idea, but the idea had me straining at the edge of my shorts again. "Well, wait, I just realized, we don't need to find a girl for that. Either one of us could transform into a hot girl for a few minutes, go parade around in front of the cameras, and turn ourselves back. Ka- ching, instant cash." "Really?" I thought about it. The idea wasn't helping my erection. Between the boner and my frustration at myself for all these bizarre thoughts (why would I get turned on at the idea of being a girl?) and that kind of fuzzy feeling I had I was having a lot of trouble concentrating. What I wanted was to go back in the bathroom and stroke myself off once more. While thinking about turning into a pretty, petite blond girl, with smooth, perfect skin and.... "Jim, Jim, earth to Jim? Wow, you're acting like quite a space case, time to cut you off. He grabbed the joint and the beer from me. I was so distracted I barely noticed. "Like I said, Jim, we can just turn one of us into a girl for the webcams. Do you want to draw straws or do rock-paper-scissors to see who goes first?" There was still something bothering me about the situation, but I shook my head. This idea was just too enticing, which was weird, because I'd never felt that way before in my life. "Nah, I'll try it. I'll go first." "Really?" He sounded a bit surprised. "Okay, are you sure you're up to it?" "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it might be interesting, right? Seeing what being a girl feels like. We can always turn me back after a few minutes, right?" "Of course we can, Jim." Stan smiled. He was right, he was very, very handsome now. "Here, why don't you use the panel, figure out what you'd like to look like as a girl." I walked up and put my hand on the red crystal as I'd seen him do before. I thought to myself about my perfect girl. Some people go for the athletic, long and lean types, but I've always liked the girls whose bodies looked more pampered than hardened. A tiny waist with an hourglass figure, large, generous sloping and firm breasts topped with huge cherry red nipples, a firm, round high ass that jiggled as she walked, shapely legs meant for wrapping around your waist, plump red lips meant for wrapping around your cock, a high pitched and breathy voice, curly, thick strawberry blonde hair, and deep blue angel-eyes with long lashes. She was wearing a lacy red teddy with a thong and garters underneath. A wet dream. A nymph. I wanted to turn into this? How could this be right? It felt right, though. After all, I can always change right back if I don't like it. I stepped away from the screen and the door popped open again. Before I went in, Stan said, "Just a minute; I have to adjust something." He put his hand on the crystal again. The image didn't really change at all. "What are you doing?" "Uh, just adjusting some of the technical stuff I'd figured out. Don't you worry, you're all set!" I would have been worried, but I felt safe there, with that warm baking bread scent filling his cheery and clean little apartment. I nodded and stepped inside for a second time and put my hand on the crystal. The disorientation came again, and my head swam for a second. Light filtered back in, and everything was at a different angle again. When I looked out into the room, everything was huge compared to what it had been. I hadn't felt like this since I was a child. I took a tentative step out of the box. I felt my breasts shift on my chest as I took that step, with the soft satiny material of my teddy brushing gently against my skin. I felt my thong, pulled tight against me, shift in my ass crack and tug against the very flat front on me, a brand new experience. Brand new and pleasurable; the gentle pressure in my ass and against my front felt divine, and built a little as I took another step. I stopped, and turned my head towards Steve, unconsciously squeezing my buttocks and thighs together and catching a little thrill from the sudden pressure. I brushed my strawberry blonde hair out of my eyes as I looked at him. Stan watched me with his jaw wide open. "You... you're beautiful. Like, gorgeous. You're amazing!" I smiled and felt heat rise in my cheeks and my chest as I realized that I was blushing. It felt nice for someone to give an honest compliment like that. "Thank you, Stan." I jerked my head a little in surprise at the sweet, high pitched and breathy sound of my own voice. "Stan, Stan, Stan.." I said, testing the sound of it. It was cute, and almost bordered on squeaky. I laughed and it came out as a high-pitched giggle. I could feel my breasts shake a little in my teddy, and thrilled a little at the smooth, satiny feeling against my sensitive skin. I felt my nipples harden and shift against the smooth, silky fabric, causing me to gasp. I looked up at Stan in wonder. "This feels so good, Stan! I can't explain it..." I ran my hands through my hair and down my shoulders, cupping my breasts. My breasts and my hands both felt so soft and smooth. I continued to run my hands down my body, feeling my tiny waist, which made me giggle again because it tickled, and out over the flare of my hips. I felt backwards, feeling the bulge of my ass that seemed almost ridiculous compared to how small it used it be. My hands felt so good on my ass, the only thing I could compare it to was having my balls gently stroked. I felt over the huge expanse, lingering briefly at top of the thong. I tugged on it gently, sending a wave of pleasure up my spine that made me arch my back suddenly and sigh softly. I realized what a display I must be making and shook my head a little to clear it. That didn't help much as I felt the material of my teddy brush gently against my straining nipples. I had never felt such pleasure in my life. I forced my hands away from my body and opened my eyes fully again, and saw Stan staring at me in what still looked like shock. "You're enjoying this?" "Yeah!" I said. I couldn't help but smile. "Everything feels so nice, I had no idea girls felt like this!" "Good." He said, and seemed satisfied. "Now come along, follow me and I'll show you where we're doing the recording." "Okay." I said. To say that I was overwhelmed was an understatement. As I followed him through the house the sensations continued, and I felt a deep warmth in my abdomen that made me shiver and made my nipples even harder. As I walked, I felt a slippery feeling between my thighs, and if felt like it was sliding between my buttocks, making them slip back and forth past each other as I walked. I realized with a little shock that I must be getting wet. It didn't help that I was walking behind Stan. Something in me found him attractive, I realized. The way his tight ass shifted in his pants, the way the muscles of his shoulders and arms rippled as he walked... I had never realized why women found men attractive before. I was a little uncomfortable with this, but I reasoned that it made sense. I have the body of a woman, why wouldn't my desires match? I followed after his tight little ass, my mouth a bit dry and my body giving me wonderful signals. He opened one of the doors in his hallway and I saw that it led into his guest room. It certainly looked nicer than it had before! The bed seemed thicker and lusher and had black satin sheets of it. It was in the middle of the room, and the walls had a dresser, a closet, and a big screen tv against them. Stan turned around. "All right, make yourself comfortable in there. I'll be in when I'm ready, and we'll get started. Just stay in there unless I come to get you, okay?" "Ok, Stan, that's cool." I said. I trusted him. It was hard not too, with that comfortable smell and his big, handsome grin... I was getting distracted again. "All right. And oh, I can't exactly call you Jim right now, what would be a good girl's name for you?" I frowned, unsure. "What do you think is a really pretty, sexy name?" "Katie, Candy, Mindy..." I trailed off. "Katie! That sounds good. We can always call you Kitty, as a nickname." I giggled. The idea of calling me, a guy, Kitty seemed way too funny. I indulged him. "Ok, Stan. You can call me Kitty if it makes you feel better." "Ok, Kitty-Cat. Get inside, and remember, stay there until I come get you." I walked into the room, and glanced back at him, and realized that his eyes had been on my ass while I was in front of him. I blushed and he gave a rueful grin and a chuckle, closed the door. I wondered what he was thinking about. It made me wonder what my ass looked like when I was walking. His had certainly looked good. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, and I turned around and looked in it, sighing at my beauty. I wish I had met this girl as a man! Maybe I'll get a chance. When Stan turns me back into a man and makes me all sexy, who knows, maybe I'll meet a girl this hot. I turned around with my back to the mirror, and gaped at the teddy's thong splitting the perfect globe of my ass cheeks. I took a couple of careful steps and watched as it glided up and down. The slick feeling between my cheeks and inner thighs was just a little weird, but it felt too good to worry too much about. I licked my lips and realized that my mouth was still dry. I looked around the room, and spotted a bottle of water on the dresser. I walked over to the dresser and looked it over while I picked up the water bottle. There were various types of makeup arrayed in front of the mirror. Lipstick, blush, concealer... and there was something that looked like a little black globe with a red light on it and a wire leading out of it behind the dresser. I picked it up, but it was attached. I shrugged, making my boobs bounce again, and opened the water bottle and took a few sips from it. There was a weird taste, kind of astringent, but good. It must be diet water of some sort, I mused. I kept sipping from it as I looked over the makeup. I was torn. I wanted to try using the makeup. After all, when would I get another chance to try this? But I was really embarrassed at the idea of Stan walking in on me trying it out. I decided that I should live a little and picked up the shiny silver lipstick tube. I pulled the top off and twisted it, and the red, thick lipstick pushed out the end. There was something really pretty about it. So elegant and sexy. I looked up at my impossibly lovely face in the mirror, and with a little thrill, made the kissy-face I've seen girls do when putting on lipstick before, and carefully applied it. I rubbed my lips together when I was done. They were a beautiful ruby color that really contrasted with my pale skin and bright golden hair. I closed the lipstick and put the tube down and picked up a mascara tube and started to apply it. I continued with the foundation and blush after I was done with the mascara, marveling at how easy this all was. After I was done, I ran the brush through my hair and shook my curls and made a few poses in front of the mirror. This was pretty fun so far. I wished Stan would come and start recording though. I was going to get bored if I had to just sit here. TV! I realized there was a TV. I shouldn't get bored. I sat down on the edge of the bed, luxuriating at the feel of the cool material against my skin, and grabbed the remote and turned it on. I tried turning it to CNN, but there was just boring news. I didn't understand why I wasn't that interested in it; I always watched the news. It was just boring today, and they were talking about lots of things that I didn't understand. I flipped around through the channels and didn't see anything that caught my attention and turned it off, frustrated and upset. I was getting bored; where was Stan? I pulled myself up onto the bed and leaned back of the stacked pillow and stretched. This bed was insanely comfortable. I wriggled my butt against the sheets as I stretched, feeling the layers of material from my teddy and thong and the sheets brush against one another. I closed my eyes and lay back, trying to relax. I started to feel warm in my tummy again and realized I was getting wet again. It was so weird too, because of how wet my ass was getting. I didn't remember this happening with any girls I had been with; if anything they needed more lube before I... the thought of sex caused me to flush, and I could feel my nipples straining and the edges of my tight thong pulling against my smooth pussy and ass. I wondered... dare I touch myself? What if Stan walked in? I'd be so embarrassed! I felt like I needed to, though. I let my hands creep across my body, one up to my breast and one down towards my moist crotch. I sat bolt upright, heart beating wildly, as the door opened. Stan was there, smiling soothingly, looking as handsome as ever, but someone else was behind him. "Kitten, this is Candy. She's going to do some pictures with you, just as soon as I'm ready. You two stay in here and get acquainted; I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He stood to the side and Candy walked in. I was a little shocked; she looked exactly like me! I looked nervously from her to Stan, and Stan said, "Relax, hon., I just realized that you can do so much more with two than with one, and twins are rare... and special. It'll be great, it'll be like having a twin sister!" The thought was strange to me. I was an only child, and had always wanted a brother. I giggled a little when I realized that wanting a sister would make more sense now. I smiled at Candy. Maybe this would be fun. Candy took a few steps in tentatively and Stan closed the door with a swing and a click. She still looked nervous. "It's okay," I said. "This is really weird. I'm not sure about this..." Candy said. Her voice sounded so cute! I slid off the sensuous sheets of the bed and walked over to her. Her eyes grew wider. "Why are you scared, Candy?" "I'm not scared, it's just..." She shook her head, which made her hair shake round her face like a golden veil. "I'm just... were you... did you look like this before?" I understood now. "No, silly. I'm really Jim. Stan just said that it sounded silly to call me Jim while I was looking like a girl, so he decided Kitty would be a better name for me for right now. Don't be embarrassed. I know I was a little at first. Who are you?" "I'm Pat. I saw you come in earlier." "Oh wow! That's you, that's so cool!" She relaxed a little and I got a bit embarrassed myself when I realized that she was staring at me. Her eyes travelled over my body, lingering on my still-warm groin and my creamy breasts. Her eyes raised to my face. "You put makeup on, didn't you?" "Yeah..." I wasn't sure where Candy was going with this. Was she going to make fun of me? She smiled. "Where is it? I want to try it out!" I lead her over to the dresser and showed her everything. She got to work and I started to adjust. Pretty soon we matched each other perfectly. "I wasn't trying to copy you, I just thought it would look better for the pictures if we matched." She said apologetically, and then looked around the room. "Does the TV work?" "Yeah, but there's just boring stuff on right now. I've been waiting for Stan to come in to take the pictures so we can get it over with and turn back, but he's taking FOREVER." I stomped my foot then sat back down on the bed and leaned on one set of pillows and she leaned on the other. She rolled her eyes, and then bit her lip and looked mischievous. It was soooo cute. She said, "Can I see them?" "See what?" I said, confused. "Your boobs. Can I look at them?" I giggled. "I guess so... it's not like you don't have them now too." I pulled the strap on my right shoulder down gently, and felt the smooth sensual material fall off of my right breast. I looked down at it, at the large, pink, puffy areola and pencil eraser nipple. It was white and smooth and looked lovely. Breathing deeply, I gingerly pulled down the other strap, revealing my left breast. Looking down, my long hair tickled my nipples. Candy was rapt as she stared at them. She looked up at me and smiled and pulled her top down around her waist. "It's only fair." She said. Her breasts were gorgeous too, obviously, but it was neat to look at them from a different angle. It was weird how similar our bodies were. We both were breathing a bit heavily, with our breasts rising and falling almost in time. Candy looked into my eyes and licked her lips gently, and slowly reached out a hand. I didn't stop her. She reached underneath my massive tit and cupped it in her hand. I sighed in pleasure, half-closing my eyes as her soft little hand played across the surface of my equally soft breast, and a moment later, her other hand was on my other breast, gently stroking them. My body started to heat up big time again and I felt like I was going to fall over. I reached out to grab onto her arms, and she maneuvered with a smile and all I got a double handful of her breasts as well. She gasped aloud, as I had been grabbing to steady myself and thus squeezed a bit. Her eyes narrowed, then widened, and she ran her hands across the tops of my breasts, lightly stroking my areole and nipples. I had almost never felt anything so intense before; it felt like the tip of my penis being stroked, but I had two of them! "Mmmm" I said and arched to push my chest further into her hands. She pulled her hands back underneath my breasts, grinned, and blew across my nipples. They tightened painfully, producing a wave of pleasure than rippled across my body, spreading outwards from my breasts till it touched the roots of my hair and the tips of my now-wriggling toes. She then licked her lips again, and lowered her head down to my right nipple and flicked it with her tongue. I moaned aloud. "Please," I said, not even sure what I was begging for. The door opened again and we almost jumped out of our skins. In walked another woman. I didn't see Stan at all. She looked very similar to us but had to be a few inches taller, and had straight, raven black hair where ours was wavy and blonde. She was wearing what looked like a leather one piece corset with black garter stockings and holding a riding crop. She shut the door behind her and looked at both of us disapprovingly. I was frozen in place. "Well, what have you two naughty little girls been up to?" Candy and I quickly started pulling our tops back on to cover our breasts. "Who are you?" Candy asked. She swayed as she walked over to us, and bent over the foot of the bed, facing us. Her cleavage was beautiful, and I could smell her perfume. She smelled warm and nice and... strong. That's the best way to explain it. She smelled strong, authoritative. "I'm Danya, and Stan put me in charge of you while we wait for him. You're to listen to me, and obey my every word." I frowned. What the heck was this and what did it have to do with taking pictures of us? "Stan never told us about you." "Oh he didn't? Too bad, you're going to have to deal with it. Now, I asked you a question: What have you naughty little girls been up to?" Candy piped up. "We're not girls," she said, "we're actually..." She didn't get to finish as Danya bounded up on the bed. Both of us shrieked as she grabbed Candy's hair in one hand and quickly shoved her face down onto the bed. She gave her a quick whack across the ass with her riding crop. I held still in shock. She bent over and spoke loudly and clearly in Candy's ear. "Wrong, and on multiple counts. You are indeed a girl now, and you are a little girl. Not as in a young one, but as in a smaller," with this she whacked Candy's other ass cheek, making her yelp again and writhe, "weaker, girl. Smaller and weaker than almost anyone else. You're also wrong, because you addressed me incorrectly. When you speak to me, you will address me as Mistress. When I tell you to do something, you will say "Yes, Mistress." If you ever have the gall to refuse me, you had better say, "No, Mistress." or your punishment will be ten times as bad." She lifted Candy's face up by the hair. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why did you hit me?" Danya shook her head grimly and shoved Candy's head back down on to the bed and began going to town on her, whacking her ass with the riding crop on the left and the right at least three more times each. Candy was convulsing and sobbing. I was shocked and more than a little afraid, and also started to feel an uncomfortable pressure in my abdomen. I realized that I had to pee, on top of everything else. Danya put the crop down and leaned forward, and gently stroked Candy's red ass, smoothing the areas where she has slapped her. "Candy. That would be, 'Why did you hit me, Mistress.'" This was wrong. I spoke up - carefully. "Mistress..." it felt strange to call her, or anyone, that. "Mistress, please don't hurt her. We just want to know what's going on. We were told that we were coming here to have pictures taken, and we're kind of scared right now." Danya turned her head around to me and looked in my eyes. The weight of her intense green eyes bored into me and I felt like shrinking and melting off of the bed. Then her expression softened. Candy's sobbing had stopped, and she just lay there breathing as Danya continued to stroke her ass. "There's no need to be afraid, little girl. What is your name?" I hesitated, because I almost said 'Jim' and then remembered I was supposed to be Kitty now. "I'm Kitty... Mistress Danya." She smiled and patted Candy's ass gently. "See, Candy, " She said, never taking her eyes off of mine. "She got it right, and she gets no punishment. She is being a good girl." I felt a flush of pleasure at what she said, followed by another wave of confusion. Why did I care if she thought that I was a good girl? It felt good to be called that, and it was better than her hitting me. "Candy, you can sit up. Watch. Kitty, as a reward, you may make a request. Is there something that you want, or need right now?" "Um..." I fidgeted in place, embarrassed again, as the pressure mounted. "Um..." "You're squirming, Kitty. Are you horny or do you have to pee?" Both, I realized, but said out loud in a very small voice, "Pee... Mistress." "All right. Stan told me that if either of you had to pee, to look under the bed. Candy. Look under the bed and tell us what you find there." Candy got up, rubbing her butt, and bend over the edge of the bed. "It looks like there's a tub down here." "Then pull it out." Grunting a little, Candy pulled out what looked like a large plastic tote with the top off. It was wide and flat and filled with... kitty litter! No way was I going to pee in that! Danya looked at me pointedly. "You have to urinate, and that is what Stan provided for you. Go on, use it." I held still, frowning. "I don't want to pee in a litter box, I want to pee in the..." That was a mistake. In a flash, she had me by the hair and yanked me down over her lap. She started to spank me with her bare hand, hard, alternating between cheeks. I yelped a couple of times, this hurt! She stopped. "You will use what you were provided. You asked to be allowed to urinate, and there is a kitty litter box, which, I might add, is terribly appropriate for a Kitty. Hmmm. Candy, come up on the bed." I felt the bed shift as the skin on my ass pounded and flushed. It felt hot and strangely good. "Candy, I only gave her six spankings. You were the good girl this time, you did what your Mistress told you to. You are to give her her next four spankings. And if she loses control of her bladder because she refused to take me up on my generosity, there will be many more where that came from." "Are you sure?" I heard Candy ask. "Very sure. Now on with it, girl." My already sore bottom was thwacked again, this time far less firmly. It still hurt though! I yelped as she smacked me twice on the right cheek, counting out loud, "One, two," then smacked my left cheek twice, "three, four! I did it Mistress!" "Yes you did. You did a very good job. Come over here, stand to my left, in front of Kitty's head, and then sit up on your knees." I heard Candy moving around and saw her through the veil of my hair as she got on her knees in front of where I was. Meanwhile, Danya's hand was very gently caressing my raw ass. I shivered a little bit. After the harsh spankings it felt so soothing. "Candy, pull down your top on the left side. Kitty, thank your Mistress and Candy for correcting your behavior and teaching you how to be a good girl." My emotions were swirling wildly. I was crying softly and so confused. Why was all of this happening? I wanted to get up, to get away from her, but she would just spank me again. Besides, her caresses felt so nice. The warmth in my abdomen and groin was turning into a furnace and my underwear, groin, and bottom felt completely soaked and slick. I realized I was gently shifting my hips, making little circles with them, pressing against Danya's hand. This isn't what Stan said would happen! I thought we were just going to take pictures. It felt so good though! "Thank you, Mistress, and thank you, Candy, for correcting my behavior and showing me how to be a good girl." I said quietly. This seemed to please the Mistress and she sighed happily and gripped my ass lightly, her long fingernails resting against the flat panel of my thong. "Much better." She said, and I smiled and felt warm. Candy pulled one side of her top down and Danya said, "Alright, come closer. Kitty, I want you to kiss your sister's pretty nipple in thanks for helping to correct you." I started to squirm a little more. Her calling her my sister made the idea even hotter, but the pressure on my bladder was much stronger too. I licked me lips and raised my head as Candy smiled and took a step closer, cupping my chin and lifting it up to her perfect breast. My lips wet, I leaned my head forward and gently wrapped my lips around her nipple. She moaned quietly and leaned into me. My lips were just slightly open so I flicked it a couple of times with the very tip of my tongue before puckering my lips, making the kissing noise, and pulling off. "See what a good girl gets, Kitty? Don't you want to be a good girl?" I had to admit, it looked like it felt good. Even my nipples brushing the bed through my teddy felt good. I didn't want to say it, but maybe she'd let me pee if I did: "Yes Mistress, I want to be a good girl." "You'll need more help with that I'm sure. Do you want more help?" This was humiliating, and my bladder was starting to actually cause me pain. "Yes Mistress, please help me to be a good girl." She gasped in joy and said, "Very, very good little Kitty. Very good indeed. You asked me, without me asking you too. Yes, I will help you, and so will Candy. Now, do you still have to pee?" "Yes, Mistress Danya." "Very well. You may get down now. Get on all fours in the litter box just like a proper Kitty." I stood up, blood rushing to my head and making me dizzy. I briefly wondered if something had been in the water; I felt different. Different even from when this started. I carefully lowered myself to the floor and knelt down on the litter. It was scratchy, but even that didn't feel bad. I started to widen my hips and settle towards to litter, and Danya spoke up. "Kitty! You are to use the litter box properly. Do you think we want this room smelling of urine? Dig a hole with your front paws to pee in. And pull your thong aside when you pee, also, otherwise it will just be a mess." "Yess, Mistress." I said and started to scoop the litter backward with my hands once I had dug a little pit, I reached down and slid my moist thong to one side of my slick vagina. The sensation was too much for me; I lost control of my bladder at that instant and started to spray into the pit. It felt weird, like it was all just pouring out, but somehow still felt good. I sighed pleasurably as the pain was relieved. I squeezed to make sure I was empty and started to sit up. "Ah! You're not done yet, Kitty. Bend back over and don't put your thong back yet. You have to wipe your pussy clean, Pussy." I looked around, "I don't have anything to wipe with ... Mistress." I had almost forgot to call her that! "That's alright, Kitty. Candy will take care of it. Candy, get down on your knees and lick her pussy clean." Candy and I both gasped in surprise. Candy stammered. "Mistress... I ... I ... please don't make me lick her pee!" "At least you called me Mistress. Look at how red her cunt is right now, her juices have probably already cleaned her pussy out. Nonetheless, you WILL lick her clean. Good girls always wipe!" Candy gulped and I heard her moving behind me. I braced myself. I felt her hot breath on my exposed parts as she leaned towards me. I felt a soft, tentative lap at the surface and I shivered with pleasure. "Good girls, both of you. See Candy, it's not so bad! As for Kitty, you get a reward for being a good girl and peeing and wiping properly... and also for asking me for help earlier." I smiled and blushed as I thought about Candy on her knees behind me, looking at my ass and pussy. I felt her tongue come out, gently, and lick me from top to bottom. Danya said, "That's right, Candy, always wipe back to front!" I started to writhe as she continued to lap at me. I certainly didn't feel dry. I pressed my soft, cushiony butt into her face and felt her nose slide between my ass cheeks as she let out a grunt of surprise. She continued to lap at me as pleasure started to build through my pelvis and I shifted back and forth against her face. It started to rise and reach a peak as I lost track of everything... "That should be good, Candy. You can stop now." Candy pulled her face away from me as I let out a squeal of mixed delight and frustration. I looked back over my should to see her crouched on the floor behind me, her face wet with my fluids, and Danya standing beside her, stroking her hair. "Now bury your pee and put your thong back, Kitty." I turned around, staying on all fours and brushed the pile of litter on top of the hole I had urinated into. I smiled and looked up at Danya and pushed up with my arms, suddenly aware of the spectacle I was making with my breasts as I did so. I wiggled my butt and meowed. Danya's mouth dropped open in surprise and Candy smiled. "Isn't that precious, what a good Kitty you are! Now put the litterbox back under the bad and both of you come sit on the bed beside my while we wait. Candy, I'd like you to drink the rest of that water to wash your mouth out and wipe your face with one of the Kleenexes on the dresser. I got up, wobbly legged and still way turned on from the tongue-lashing that Candy had given me, and pushed the litterbox back under the bed. It sure was heavy. Then I wondered why she had made Candy lick me clean if there were Kleenexes. I shrugged, maybe she had forgotten. Danya was sitting on the bed, propped up straight against the mound of pillows, and she patted the smooth sheets next to her. I got up and the bed and crawled over next to her, marveling for a moment again at how big the bed and everything else was compared to me now. I felt so tiny. I sat down next to Danya and she leaned back and put an arm around me, pulling me close to her one the side that I was on, and leaned my head against her soft breast. Candy joined us aqnd took the same position on the other side. I looked at her from across Danya's impressive breasts. She smiled and stuck her tongue out just a little and winked at me. I smiled back and giggled softly into Danya's breast as she began to stroke out hair. "Allright girls, I'd like you both to pull down my top and let my breasts out. You can keep yourselves where you are, but I'd like you to kiss my nipples and nurse from them." She didn't have to tell either of us twice! We pulled down the cups of her pleather top, exposing her firm breasts with proud nipples. I looked at the one in front of me, sitting like a strawberry on a plate. I reached out softly with my tongue and licked it a couple of times, and then kissed it gently. I heard sucking sounds and turned my head to see Candy, latched on to her nipple with her eyes closed. I inhaled deeply of Danya's strong but feminine scent and closed my eyes and began to suckled from her as well. To my surprise, warm, sweet fluid began to fill my mouth. I felt comfortable, warm and safe as her milk filled me. Danya moaned and gasped as we suckled from her, slowly filling our bellies with her sweet milk. All three of us were writhing our hips around now and our legs we a tangle; I had wrapped my hips around one thigh and was squeezing it gently. Something felt weird down there but I couldn't place it and honestly didn't care right now; weird or not, everything felt good. Danya continued to stroke our hair as we drank from her. Her hips began to buck hard and she stiffened and let out a scream that came from deep in her belly. "That's enough for now girls, enough for now." She gently pulled my head away from her nipples by the hair. "You can pull my top back up now. Good girls." Candy and I obeyed and lay back against her, still wrapped halfway around her, almost fetus position. A familiar scent mingled with our sweat and vaginal juices, but I couldn't place it. "Good girls. Now, I'd like you both to reach out across to the other and pull down the other ones cups. I'd like you to fondle each other's breasts, but do NOT touch the areolas or nipple until I tell you to." I giggled when she said, "Nipple." It sounded funny and was a naughty word. I complied as Candy did, her soft hands tugging at the silk of my top as mine did with hers. I reached underneath her creamy breast and ran my hand across its surface as her fingertips danced over mine, carefully avoiding the cherry mound on top. He soft little hand felt so smooth cupping my titflesh, I sighed in joy. "Now girls, do you notice how sensitive your breasts are? When Stan altered you, he made the skin of your breasts as sensitive as the shaft of your cocks once were. Now, play with each other's nipples as well." We giggled again and I ran my fingertips across Candy's nipple, causing her to shudder and sigh. She on the other hand grasped my nipple firmly between her fingertips and began to roll it. A jolt of pleasure ran through me; my back arched and I felt myself rubbing my silken wetness against Mistress' thigh even harder. The shock caused my own hand to tighten, sending Candy into a similar paroxysm of pleasure. We would have lain there forever, fondling each other, if we could have. "Your areola are as sensitive as the head of your cock once was, and your nipple twice as sensitive. I can certainly tell that you're enjoying it. I'm allowing you girls great pleasure, what do you say?" "Thank you, Mistress." We both replied meekly and around our aroused, throaty moans. I could barely keep my eyes open from the pleasure. "Good girls. Now before you get off again, I want you to disentangle your hands, roll over, and lie face down on the bed." We pouted but did so. Face down on the bed felt nice. Come to think of it, everything felt nice. My brain felt even fuzzier than earlier, but right now I didn't really care; everything just felt so pleasurable. The smooth sheets beneath me were cool against my rock-hard nipples and plump lips. The Mistress stroked our back and made approving sounds; I wiggled in pleasure. She trailed her hand down my spine to the top of my ass. "Now your ass was also made hyper-sensitive. The skin of your buttocks" her gloved hand cupped my left one and I moaned "is as sensitive as your wrinkled little sacks used to me. Isn't this much nicer?" She started to stroke my ass, both cheeks, and I moaned into the sheets, drooling just a bit on them. Her fingers started to run gently down the crack of my ass and I shivered. "The inside cheeks, are as sensitive as the shaft of your cock was. AND they lubricate, too, just like your pussies. It will help keep you clean and well, ready." "Ready?" asked Candy. "Ready for THIS." She said as I felt her finger squirm between my fat ass cheeks and into my soft anus. For a moment I was shocked, but it felt so good that it was hard to describe. She began to slide her finger in and out, quickly, meeting no resistance. The closest sensation I'd ever felt was having the head of my cock licked over and over and over rapidly. I started to writhe, and hump back against her hand, and I could feel Candy in the same spot. I flexed my thighs and ground back against her, rolling my hips, throaty moans of abandon fleeing my lips. The pressure felt incredible, so pleasurable that it almost tickled, my ass wiggling back and forth on her finger. "And your little assholes are just as sensitive as the heads of your cocks used to be. Can you feel it? Isn't it lovely?" Neither Candy nor I could even form words right now. All we could do was moan into the sheets as Mistress Danya pushed in and out of our rosebud buttholes. I could feel additional fingers being added as well, and started to shriek; I couldn't contain it anymore. Candy joined me in a chorus of wild howls of pleasure as our bodies shuddered into the mattress, no longer able to hold ourselves up. All was smooth, slippery fabric, smooth slippery flesh, the thick stink of wet pussy, and shuddering, throbbing ecstasy. After a few minutes the aftershocks began to fade and I opened my eyes and saw Candy doing the same. Her makeup was a bit smeared, and her face and top of her chest was red. She smiled at me and I smiled back; I couldn't help it. She was so cute and this all felt soooooo good. There was a knock at the door. Some bit of modesty in me rose up and I quickly tugged my thong back into place and sat up against the pillows. Candy followed suit and Mistress Danya gave us both a mischievous smile. "Come in!" She said. Stan came in. He was wearing a blue kimono-style robe that came down to the tops of his knees. In my blurred, fuzzy-headed state all I could do was stare at him. He was carrying a few water bottles. He lifted his head and sniffed the air. "Smells like you girls were having fun in here!" I felt so embarrassed, and began to blush. Candy reached out her hand and took mine and looked at me nervously. "Here, I brought some water for you, I figured that you might need it!" "Thank you, Stan!" Mistress Danya said. "I'm getting thirsty, and I bet the girls will need some. Hey, do you mind if I go take a shower? I'm a little ... messy." She turned around and winked at us. "Not at all! Hey, why don't you take Candy with you to help out?" She turned around and snapped her finger at Candy, pointing to the ground beside her feet. Candy stepped off the bed, and Mistress said in a warning voice, "No! Crawl." Candy dropped to all fours and wiggled over to the ground beside Mistress Danya, who proceeded to pet her hair. I felt jealous and realized that I was pouting a little. "Something wrong, Kitty?" Stan asked me, looking amused. I was still embarrassed. "Only - I think I might need a shower too." "It's okay, you can have one in a bit. Don't want things getting too crowded in there, do we? Well, run along." He said to Danya and Candy. I couldn't believe that he was talking to Mistress Danya that way, and that she was taking it, but she obeyed him, walking out after grabbing a couple of water bottles for herself and Candy. Stan turned to stare at their asses as they left, and shut the door, and then turned around to me. "So, how are you doing so far, Kitty?" He asked as he came over and sat on the bed beside me. I noticed him glance at the water bottle beside the bed. I also noticed as he sat down on the smooth, satiny sheets that his kimono was quite heavily tented upwards. I tried not to stare and looked up at him. He was so much taller than me now, even sitting down. "I'm okay - I'm confused though. I thought we were going to be taking pictures." He laughed, and that made me feel happy, so I laughed a little too. He petted the top of my head. "Honey, we have been. I've had cameras going this whole time. I thought that you knew that." I frowned. The last - I didn't know how long I'd been in here, an hour? - had been such a blur. For some reason, him calling me honey made me feel weird, too. My heart raced and I licked my lips. "I saw you noticing me." He said, nodding down towards his lap. This time I really felt myself blush, but I also started to warm up down there again and shifted a little bit on the bed, smooth ass sliding on satin sheets. "Do you want to see?" I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to be impolite, but it was kind of weird. "Okay." I said. He took my hand, gently, and led it to his kimono, and manipulated my fingers to grasp the edge of it and draw it aside. His cock was - gorgeous! I'd never thought to use a word like that for a penis before but that was all that I could think, that it was gorgeous! It was long, and wide, with a handsome pink head. Not too veiny or twisted, with a comfortable-looking patch of dark hair above it and balls mostly concealed by his crossed ankles. "What do you think?" I smiled. "Wow! It's... wow!" I laughed, feeling awkward and flushed. "Now, since fair is fair, would you show me your boobs?" "Um..." I tried to think about it, but to be honest it was hard to think with that gorgeous cock right in front of me. I realized that I could smell him too, a rich, spicy musk rising off of his body. This wasn't helping my confusion. "Sure, I guess that's fair." I looked up at him as I slid the straps off of my shoulders, revealing my breasts again. He took a deep breath. "Kitty, those are beautiful, I mean they're perfect! I mean, you're beautiful, but they just really take the cake!" I was blushing furiously and squirming a bit more. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a little warmth and pleasure from the pressure. "You really like them?" "Do I?!" He reached out gingerly towards one and before I could say anything, cupped the underside of my left breast. His hand was hot, the skin not rough but very firm. His hand lifted and hefted my breast and gently squeezed. I gasped a little as his thumb reached up and brushed the tip of my nipple. He pulled his hand away and chuckled. "Where are my manners? Fair is fair - I touched you without giving you a chance to touch me. Go ahead!" He waved his hand towards his rampant cock. Should I? I mean - touching Stan's cock was kind of weird. I didn't want him to think I was gay or anything. I frowned. "Are you sure that it's okay?" I asked, my high-pitched voice sounding almost like a little girl's. "Of course it is, sweetheart." He reached out again and grabbed my hand. "Here, like this." He pulled it over to his crotch and rested it atop the head of his shaft. I marveled at the heat of it, the silky smoothness of it. I wrapped my hand around the head and realized how huge it was, although my fingers could close around it it was a tight fit indeed. My fingertips played across the surface and I felt it pulse in my hand, an amazing sensation. I felt downwards, onto the smooth shaft, tracing my fingers onto the underside. Stan gasped. I looked up at him. "Are you okay?" "Yes." He replied in a strained voice. "Very okay. Keep going, if you don't mind." I didn't. I had been embarrassed, but his cock felt too amazing to let go of. I reached out with my other hand, needing both to circle fully around the shaft, and let them trail to the base of it. The smell was driving me nuts, and there was a little glisten of fluid coming from the tip of it. I leaned forwards, trying to follow the smell. It was, it was coming from his cock and his pubic hair! Nothing had ever smelled this good in my whole life! I licked my lips and looked up at him, full of confusion but also desire. "Go ahead, Kitty. You can taste it." I drew in a shuddering breath and leaned forwards and kept sniffing as I went, that heavenly aroma filling my nostrils, lungs, and essence. The huge head of his cock filled my view and I reached out my tongue carefully, experimentally, the tip of it touching the glistening dot at the tip. I closed my eyes in ecstacy. As amazing as the smell was, the taste was even better. Some part of me, some very deep part of me, worshipped this. I felt small and helpless, and this was my protector, my salvation. Hair falling in my face I took the whole head of it in my mouth, sucking gently, tongue working on the underside of it. He moaned, and I felt it vibrate through his body and cock, into my mouth, into me. His hands reached underneath me and grasped my breasts, causing me to moan back into him. He squeezed gently and I could feel the fire building even hotter in my cunt. I wriggled my ass desperately in the air behind me. "So beautiful..." he said. His hands moved to under my chin and drew me away from his cock. At first I was disappointed, but he gently drew me up to his face, smiling at me. He was so handsome. He looked deeply into my eyes and then kissed me. My eyes closed as his firm lips pressed against me, and my soft, plush lips parted to let his velvet tongue inside. He explored my mouth and my tongue played against his, tasting him as he thrust gently over and over into my mouth. I felt his hands on my shoulders and offered no resistance as he pushed me back against the pillows and lay atop my, warm, strong and powerful. I had never felt like this before, ever. I felt beautiful, I felt desired, and even though I felt vulnerable to his obviously superior strength I felt warm and safe an protected beneath him. I also felt his cock, pressing insistently against my cunt through the satin material of my thong. I tensed my ass, pressing up against him. It felt so good! I felt the fingers of one of his hands fumbling near my pussy, pulling the soft, wet material aside and teasing my soaked pussy lips. I arched my back and pressed against him as he found my clit, practically screaming my pleasure into his mouth as he wiggled his fingers against it, and felt he heat and pressure of his cock against what had to be my pussy hole. He broke away from our kiss, gasping. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me. "Do you want it?" "Yes." Was all I could say. I wanted anything that would make these feelings continue. "What do you want?" "MMMmmmmmm I want you... I want your..." "You can say it." "I want you cock!" I said, breathless. His fingers had stopped, and now he was holding his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down my slit. I could hear the wet sounds as its velvety head slid across my velvety inner lips. "What do you want me to do with it? Tell me. Say it." He growled. "Mmmmm" It was so hard to out and say it. I was baring myself to him, in a way I had never bared myself to anyone before, but I wanted it so badly! "Mmmmfuck me! Please fuck me Stan!" I practically sobbed, pressing my face up against his powerful chest. "Gladly." He said, and smiled, and I felt his massive width penetrate me. At first it hurt - things being pushed, pressure that built that was unbearable, but the pressure felt needed and the thick sliding of his cock as he began to pump in and out of me was indescribable. I was pinned to the bed, feeling my juices squelch around him as he thrust feeling him fill me. I lifted my knees, wrapped my legs around his sides and kissed his chest, moaning with each pump. "Tell me how you like it." He said, gasping. "I love it Stan! I love it when you... mmmm! Fuck me!" "You're just a little slut, aren't you? You're my hot little slut. Say it!" I squirmed beneath him, writing my hips, feeling the amazing sensations spreading through my body as I did so. I had never felt anything like this before. "I'm your slut, Stan, I'm your dirty little whore!" He stopped in mid-thrust and looked down on me. "Do you like this? Do you like being a girl? Tell me you like being a girl." I blinked, half-unconscious from the pleasure. I wasn't a girl, though, was I? I mean I was right now but... I was confused. He seemed to see my confusion. "Tell me you like being a girl, or we'll stop." I couldn't have that, I couldn't stop now. "I love being a girl, Stan! Please don't stop!" I tried to push harder against him. He thrust back inside me, grinding against me, and lowered his face so it was in mine. He smiled wide. "Tell me you like being MY girl." He said, and continued to thrust. I could feel the pleasure building even more. My whole body was on fire, my toes and feet curling of their own accord. "I'm your girl, Stan... oooohhhhhh I'm your slut, I'm your girl I love being your little slut...." I was overwhelmed with sensation, and started to feel my pussy pulse uncontrollably around him. His balls were slapping wetly against my smooth ass, and I felt them and his cock tighten in my pussy as I started to scream. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!!!" I shuddered against him, blinded by the orgasm tearing through my body, feeling the hot fluid pulse out of him into my depths. Somewhere deep inside me, somewhere I hadn't known existed, a calm and certain voice whispered to me that I was now his, that I belonged to him, that he owned me, and that that was wonderful. As our orgasms subsided he rolled off of me, onto his back and I felt a pang of loss as his cock left me. I curled up next to him, head in the crook of his arm, ear to his chest, leg across his body, panting, shuddering, coming down from the massive please. As I breathed, I could still hear that voice in my head, soft but insistent. I nuzzled against his chest. I was his. I was his girl, I was his slut, I was his fucktoy, I belonged to him, and I loved that thought. ... To be continued.