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KOPYKAT SHOW LOUNGE I didn't know what else to do. Years of what I felt was abuse culminating with my mother making me wait in my bedroom for my father to get home, "then maybe you would learn your lesson," my mother stated. So, I sat and waited for the, no other way to describe it, a "SPANKING" that was coming but was undeserved. My teacher at the newly formed Christian school had added a few comments to my report card, probably just to justify his existence. The first commit was that I needed to pay more attention in class. The second was that blue jeans are not acceptable attire. I can tell you it's pretty difficult to pay attention to material that you already covered two years previous from the supposedly failing public school system. I did own one pair of corduroy pants but the inseam was threadbare. They however did still make that cool zipping sound when you walked if you made an effort to keep your legs close together. The only other pants supplied to me were blue jeans. After reading what was just handed to myself by said teacher, I approached him and implored him to change his comment to at least fully describe his observation for improvement for my behavior. He casually informed me that his comments were directly to the point and rather bland compared to some of his other students. I should have no problems having my report card signed. These comments were interpreted, as always in the worst possible light. My mother just didn't like little boys. Four hours of waiting for the inevitable, my father had come home. Upon arrival my Father was accosted by my mother with her reasoning for him to do his fatherly duty. It must have been a bad day for him as he came down the old oak floor hallway that they never bothered to wax anymore. The look on his face was grim. No, his belt would not due this time, after all the little school was attached to their church and the biggest crime in this household was to embarrass the family at, God forbid the sacred church. Out in the yard he harvested a willow tree branch, I can only imagine the satisfied look on my mother's face as he headed past her to do his fatherly duty. Upon entering my bedroom, he made a show of his intended switch. "Next time I would bear the brunt of such a devise," he claimed. Not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction, even with my bare ass exposed, I did not react for as long as it was physically possible. He pulled his belt which was the normal punishment back in the day (old school mentality of sparing the rod...etc.). After he finished administering his duty, he let me know that this hurt him more than it did me and I should be ashamed of myself that I made him do this to me. No dinner for me, he let me know as he closed the door behind him. I could hear some muffled conversation and then the tv went on and that was the last sounds coming from the other end of the house. I didn't know if his threat of using a willow tree branch to administer my punishment was true or not, but I did not want to find out. The real problem is that although I never lied to my parents, they always took the side of any and all accusers. It was my mother that always sided with anyone and everyone except her youngest child. She now never even asked my side of the story. She just took any implied wrong doing from any source as gospel and punished as she saw fit. This always landed with my father and it was easier for him to just go along than argue with her. I certainly was not in any danger of being spoiled as the saying goes. There is only so much that the human spirit can take. I packed my duffle bag and slipped out the window. I stole my sisters ten speed bike, as my parents never deemed me worthy of such a gift, and headed towards the quarry. Four and a half miles from my parent's house as my father was fond of saying, "This is my house and you better do as I say or else." I thought I could stay here for a while until I figure out what was my next move. It's too bad that I had not thought this through. If I had waited, I could have gone to my bank and emptied it. I might be just a boy but even I knew this was no longer an option. Well, I put together a small shelter with peoples discarded junk. Actually, it was pretty comfortable and there were crawdads and fish available to me in the quarry. In the back of my mind though I knew winter was only a few months away and any fire started would bring the authorities. And authorities always took the parents' side. While I was scavenging for my shelter, I came across somebody's stash of alcohol. It was probably a teenager that had slowly pilfered their parents' bar. The Knob creek grabbed my attention and with several swigs followed by extreme shakes of my head that seemed to flow down my whole body as a dog rids himself of water after coming out of a pond, I was good and soused. Now I had two reasons to get out of here. Not only did I not want to be found by my "family," I was afraid of teenagers and their propensity for violence. If someone realized that I had stolen their stolen loot, I could be in for a pretty good beating. The freight train was coming through and it was not hard to jump aboard. Westward bound I knew that if I could go far enough West I would not have to deal with winters. If my parents were looking for me, a big "if" in my mind, the only clue they might find is my sister's ten speed by the makeshift shelter that I created. Two days in, I jumped the train. I needed something to eat and I had in my possession just under ten dollars. There was a small gas station and I was able to purchase a package of hot dogs and a can of beans. Next time I need to find a can with an easy opening top. After smashing the can open and losing almost half the beans, I was pretty proud of myself for procuring a "fine meal." Ok so cold hotdogs uncooked with half a can of beans may not count for most people but I haven't eaten in three days. Why I didn't throw the bike in the quarry, I'll never know. Two days later after jumping another freighter, God these things roll so slowly, I jumped off again having seen a nice-looking township. I stashed my duffle bag in the woods next to this populated area and proceeded to look for anything that I could use to my advantage. I made my way into the heart of this small town with people that seemed very nice. In an alley way I watched as stray dogs got a nice meal out the back of an Italian restaurant. This was very tempting but fighting dogs for their dinner didn't seem a logical plan. I headed for the residential area. I'm ashamed to admit, being a good Christian and all, but I came across a bum that had obviously scored a large cash windfall. He already had begun celebrating his good fortune, where ever he acquired his small fortune from could not have been an honest endeavor. Also, he was already, two sheets to the wind as it were. People make very bad decisions when they have consumed too much alcohol. I lifted his cash and proceeded to the towns' Amtrak office and got tickets all the way to California. I was on my way, but to what end? Almost to my goal and not knowing where to go from here, I met an extremely nice lady. She was traveling in the same direction as me. She genuinely seemed interested in me. We talked about general things and she really put me at ease. I have never met anyone that talks to someone like me with respect and admiration. She had a knack for making you feel like a long-lost friend. I'm fifteen, almost sixteen, years old and come from a family that gives no value to my existence. She orders up chicken salad sandwiches for the ride forward. My stomach is turning and to my surprise she has ordered for the both of us. This is a good sign that God is watching out for me and all the lessons that were drummed into me are coming to fruition. Sally must be a God send. After a time, it is decerned that I have no end game and that I could use a little help. Sally seems to have all of the solutions. When we arrive in LA, I will follow her to her place of employment. I might even have a job when I arrive there. We enter a side door; Sally has the key. "Come with me Johnathan, let me show you this great establishment," she beckoned. Even at only five pm this place is rocking. There are girls, sort of dressed as cats. The strange thing is most of them body wise are identical. They are not really dressed as cats but there is a resemblance that is undeniable. "So, what is this job that you alluded too Sally?" Chapter 2 Sally lets me know that she really is concerned about the stress that my absence is putting on my family. Would I not rather call them and make good on that relationship? A well-meaning Sally has no idea how much damage an uncaring mother can inflict. I basically freak out. Sally apologizes and changes the subject. She informs me that if I do not want to bring my family into this we won't. She goes on to say that "if at any time before I put you to bed, we can contact your parents and sort all of these issues out," She would prefer this but understands that this may not be possible. "I tell you what, why don't you just enjoy the rest of this evening on the house. Just stay off to the end of the bar so that we don't get in trouble with the local authorities. We can talk about your employment tomorrow." Johnathan ordered Knob Creek not knowing what else was on offer. He still consumed it in the same fashion as he did when he found the stash of alcohol in a strange little stash. The Kopy Kat Girls were amazingly captivating, sexually similar to each other, an anomaly that on face value could not be understood. He fell asleep and when he opened his eyes, he was hopeful as to the meeting that he would undoubtfully have with Sally. "Enjoy your day," Johnathan, Sally says as she is leaving for the afternoon. Nothing much happens here in this timeframe. Sally informed Johnathan that due to his age the only position available to him was as a bar back. The local ordinances would prevent anyone underage to participate in serving alcoholic beverages except as a barback. Still this was a doable option. Sally let Johnathan know that at any time he missed his family, she was willing to intercede on his behalf. She had informed Johnathan that he was welcome to stay and be a part of this large family of sorts. She was saddened that his actual family has been disruptive to his happiness. She inquired what Johnathan thought of the club's Kopy Kat Girls. Johnathan informed Sally that he was not only attracted to these girls but hoped to become much closer to them. This brought an immediate response from Sally. Sally beamed with pride and commented, "That is what we are going for here." Johnathan mused to himself that he was glad for a place to stay and a paycheck in his near future, but he would happily do this job for free. All these Kopy Kat Girls were absolutely wonderful. They seemed to always smile, had a great attitude and their bodies were incredible. As if someone had created the perfect female body and then xeroxed them. These girls all had that perfect ass that had a little divide and formed the perfect upside-down hart. They had the smallest waist and those full hard breasts that the nipples pointed slightly upwards. All were within 2" in height and the only real difference were in their faces and tails. Yes tails, well obviously the tails were fake but there was something animated about them. As these Kopy Kat girls strode around on top of these crazy high heels, on the floor and their tails seemed to have a natural movement. And if someone caused one of the girls to react, Johnathan could swear their tails would raise in the air and swish around a little. This club was ridiculously expensive. Coming from the Midwest, Johnathan never knew that such places existed. Very sexy Kopy Kat Girls bringing a little liquid in clean glasses netting horrific profits just didn't compute. Where was the value, you could go down to the local drug store and get that drink for a mere fraction of what these people were willing to shell out. Then an announcer came on for tonight's special event. A new Kopy Kat Girl was going to get plugged. The lights went down and spot lights were turned on from above. A curtain opened revealing another almost exact Kopy Kat Girl strapped to what looked somewhat like a pommel horse. Her heels were touching the floor and her breasts were squished against the restrictive devise. A mad hatter character came on stage holding a tail that displayed the same color shine and sheen of the Kopy Kat Girl's beautiful mane. The audience was now absolutely quiet. Dance music started to play and the mad hatter approached what could only be described as a damsel in distress, one that Johnathan was now having some unchristian thoughts about. He took the tail which seemed to have a dildo or butt plug attached, Johnathan didn't know the difference, and rubbed it up and down her stocking clad legs. Then he started sliding the rubber end up and down the separated ass checks that were so perfect looking. How did all these girls have such perfect heart shaped asses? Only one in a thousand girls has an ass like this, and now we are witness to what must be all that are in existence. Moving around front and the mad hatter slid the rubber end against the Kopy Kat girl's glistening lips, she opened and received the full length wetting it to the hilt. Walking to the final goal the top hatter ceremonially sent the tail into the intended goal. A loud "Meow" could be heard and then the crowd went ape shit. The red headed Kopy Kat girl was released and once she got her bearings started strutting off the stage. Momentarily she paused when her tail seemed to have a life of its own. This place is so cool, thought Johnathan. How could he have been so lucky to have ended up here? There really must be a higher power at work. One that somehow must make those tails work. He would really like to pull one of those apart to see how they work. At the end of the night, after mopping the club floor, Sally appeared giving Johnathan some time for his inquisitive nature. He wanted to know the obvious question. "Sally, where does the club find all of these beautiful girls that all have the same body type?" Her answer confounded Johnathan. "They all grow into their form with a very unique experience. Experience is everything Johnathan." "Do you enjoy being around these lovely creatures?" A shake of his head was all that was needed. Sally let Johnathan go about his business to create a pain free existence, stocking the bar and generally helping out all that he could. Now was the time to ask the quintessential question. "Do you want to contact your parents or do you want a place at this club. The answer was yes, Johnathan wanted a place at this club. What fifteen-year-old boy wouldn't? After all the perceived abuses heaped upon Johnathan, he stated unequivocally he wanted to spend more time with the Kopy Kat Girls. Sally was so supportive. She let Johnathan know that as long as he did a good job he could continue as the club's barback until he was eighteen. Then he would be able to take on more duties. She also informed him that fraternizing with the Kopy Kat Girls was not allowed until he was of age. This was something to look forward too. CHAPTER THREE Sally also stated that since it is his birthday tomorrow, they would have a party for him the next morning after closing. It was a celebration with the club's employees including a large number of the Kopy Kat Girls. This is the closest Johnathan had ever been to so many wonderful sexy creatures in his life. Someone passes Johnathan's "favorite drink" to him, Knob Creek. When he downed what was claimed to be, a severely limited amount of this confectionary (Sally had instructed "not too much"), the Kopy Kat Girls loved how cute he was as he shook. Top to bottom and bottom to top was Johnathan's physical reaction. They wanted to watch his "manly" consumption again and again. Each time the results were the same, he would screw up his face then shake his head and then his whole body would quiver all the way to his toes. Kat Susy grabbed his face and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. Then a quick peck on each cheek. She took her thumbs and rubbed her lipstick marks on his cheeks. This formed a cute blushing on his cheeks that matched what now resided on his lips. She looked at what a simple action had accomplished and then to see the reaction of the other girls. Unspoken, it was understood what would transpire next. Another shot and a little tipsy bar back were soon to be wearing full makeup, he was just so adorable. The Kopy Kat Girls started to make a game of it. If Johnathan could down the Knob Creek shot without screwing up his face or shaking, they would make out with him. If he couldn't then more feminine items would be added. The attention was so wonderful that Johnathan didn't mind their administrations as he failed drink after drink. He soon found himself completely decked out as a Kopy Kat Girl minus a tail. He actually felt somewhat sexy as these new sensations caressed his freshly denuded and drunk body. He might be out of it but he did know he was the center of attention of a large group of very sexy creatures. Kopy Kat Judy suggested that they should complete the costume with pierced ears. Faced with so many sexy women how could he admit that he was afraid it would hurt. So, he put it to the game, he was sure he could drink this time without shaking. It was a good attempt, but he shook. Kopy Kat girl Melissa gave Johnathan a freebee. As she started to make out with this feminine clad barback, her compadres pierced his ears. Between all of the new sensations of how he was now dressed, the alcohol and an absolutely beautiful Kopy Kat Girl pressing her sexy lips to his as her tongue invaded his mouth, Johnathan was soon sporting dangly silver earrings without feeling any discomfort whatsoever. Johnathan now looked so cute in his outfit, full makeup stockings with heels so high he probably couldn't walk in without being drunk, and a black sequined leotard. All of this was set off with his new dangly silver earrings. Someone produced a boa, pink feathered, and the music was turned up. They all started to encourage him to dance for the sexy crowd. In good humor Johnathan started to put on a show for his coworkers. They gave him pointers and just as things started to get more professional, Johnathan's lights went out. He woke up in his room still dressed as he was for loosing the drinking game in the early morning hours. He had a hangover to beat the band and he was late to work. Groaning he rolled off the bed and landed on the floor on his knees. The heels were unmanageable and his addled brain remembered his thought of not being able to walk in these torcher devises unless drunk. It was a small victory, but it brought a smile to his pained face as he understood he had been correct. Suddenly there was a knock at his quarter's door followed by the door opening. Sally was not pleased. "Over did it a little last night, Johnathan?" She saw acrylic nails attached to his young slender fingers, full makeup that was still not ruined from sleeping in it and their barback decked out completely as a female. She had a sneaking suspicion that his locker lock would already have been changed. Sally called out for her PA. Go bring Jena some more sensible heels and a skirt and blouse appropriate for a new female barback. Also, get the straight auburn wig, it should look right. Johnathan looked at her with confusion. Sally explained that there wasn't time to undo all of the things that he had got himself into last night. He was already late to perform his duties and as there was no one else to do his job today, she suggested that next time he should be a little wiser about consuming alcohol. "Go brush your teeth and we will get you ready for what will be a pretty tough day if I'm judging your hangover correctly," She just encouraged Johnathan to go and perform his day as he was soon to be outfitted in good humor. It would endear him to the Kopy Kat Girls. Sally was right. Although, the hangover removed much of his anxiety about being dressed as a female, he actually started to enjoy the attention he received from the Kopy Kat Girls and customers alike. Never before did he receive tips and now, they were plentiful. This aspect was very welcome. He didn't understand why there was a difference but he enjoyed the tips and attention. Johnathan's shift was now over and again he was descended upon by the Kopy Kat Girls. Only this time they were undoing everything that had transpired previously. Soon, Johnathan was back to the old boring version of himself. He knew that this was the way things should be, but now something was truly missing. He understood that the niceties and tips from customers had just been removed. Something had changed but now his safe existence seemed a whole lot less glamorous. It's strange, the trepidation felt before coming out on the floor in drag was extreme, but now that this had been removed after such a positive experience, Johnathan felt somehow empty inside. The hangover had become secondary and in between all of the positive attention that he received, all these new sensations from the female clothes were consuming with their tantalizing ministrations. Everywhere he turned his reflection showed an attractive auburn girl going about her job while customers ogled her. He did not know what to do with this new found information. He was a boy on the cusp of becoming a man, but had been introduced to new possibilities. Confusion made way for complacentry. He could not possibly ask to be made over and repeat his experience. What would all of these Kopy Kat Girls Think. They might even make him leave. Since he had nowhere to go, he needed to play it smart and keep his head down. That is what Johnathan did. Although when he was alone at daybreak in his quarters, he enjoyed those memories while he pulled his chain as it were. CHAPTER FOUR Sally likes her boy toys. A little jealousy reared its ugly head, Sally brought a small male to the club. She was fawning all over him. Johnathan didn't like this one bit. She brought Zack over to Johnathan, having noticed his contempt and introduced him. She informed Johnathan that Zack had issues with his family much as he did, but he was already of age. Johnathan didn't need to be worried about his position. Zack was just a distraction for Sally. Then she ordered Knob Creek for the boy in Johnathan's honor. "Drink with us Johnathan." And the three proceeded to get inebriated. Johnathan was a little guarded having remembered Sally's advise not to consume too much. His senses were still intact as Zack was clearly compromised. Sally called over some of the Kopy Kat Girls that strangely laid some plastic down on the club's floor. Zack was brought front and center clearly enjoying the ministrations of all these lovely girls. He soon found himself lathered up and completely shaved from the neck down. His toenails were painted pink and his fingernails received acrylic extensions in short order. These were also painted pink. Zack didn't mind anything that was transpiring. Johnathan didn't think he was capable at this time. Sally, now satisfied announced that she was going to take Zack to bed. She clearly had some interesting fetishes. Even Johnathan understood that some people enjoyed things that went beyond the missionary position. But Sally, his God send, clearly had issues that Johnathan didn't understand. She clearly intended to enjoy what this boy in his feminized state could offer. There was more to Sally than met his eyes. Sally was in such a good mood the following day. Apparently, every time she brought a boy toy to the club, she was in a grand mood the next day. There must be another exit as Zack never was seen leaving the club. Johnathan wondered if she let them sleep after extracting her pound of flesh or if she kicked them out straight away. Anyhow, he was sure that they must have enjoyed making love (or having sex) with Sally as her body, although very different to the Kopy Kat Girls perfect representation of the female form, was a close second. It had to be an honor to enter Sally's vagina in any way that she seemed open to it. If you had to become slightly feminine to approach that goal, it was most certainly worth it. This was repeated about once a month with different boy toys. As the months wore on, Johnathan didn't mind so much. He had been saved from a family that he thought was extremely abusive. Sally, basically could do no wrong. She was his personal God send and her sexual prow less was not his business. It was actually intriguing watching boy after boy so easily manipulated into performing whatever these sexy women wanted them to do. If anyone involved had nefarious motives these poor individuals could be in deep trouble. As it was, Sally was their guide and only wanted some satisfaction to her obviously lively libido. They could be assured that she only had their best interest at heart. Some of these boys were brought well beyond the shaving and painting of their nails. Some actually produced a response in Johnathan's pants after their conversion. It was almost as a glimpse to the future of someone that would be converted to a girl to see what the end result would be. The results were always the same. Sally would at some point deem her boy toy ready to be brought to bed. That person would obviously leave the premises sometime during the daylight never to return. Sally must be the most satisfied woman in existence. Now we know why she never married. She had found young studs to be so very satisfying. Time was slipping away; Johnathan's seventeenth birthday was tomorrow. Again, he drank too much and he ended up dressed as a Kopy Kat Girl, only this time several make out sessions had transpired. The hangover was real and performing his job in drag once again had been extended for three days this time. Johnathan was in heaven. The tips were larger than before and he considered staying in character to continue his good fortune. Sally was in good humor as she had had another boy toy the previous night. She was the one that talked Johnathan into staying in drag and to enjoy all that it offered. Johnathan picked up on the inuendo. In his mind Sally was interested in him. He clearly was not mistaken. He would do anything to bait her interest, including playing the female barback indefinitely. All this time, the induction of new Kopy Kat Girls continued. About once a month a new girl would be plugged. The new girls were terrible at their jobs but soon adjusted to the required service and their control of their tails. All of this didn't make a lot of sense, but regardless was the way things progressed. The trapped Kopy Kat Girl always turned Johnathan on. The way they rubbed the tails keeper all over her legs and wetted its length with her mouth, was such a turn on. Then when they sent the plastic end up the rear passage accompanied by a load "meow," sent all in attendance into a pseudo sexual frenzy. As the new Kopy Kat Girl walked away sensing the tail having a life of its own, they invariably paused as these sensations were engulfing to the max. Johnathan still wondered where all these beautiful sexy creatures were derived from. Sally's comment about experience made no sense. Things progressed as they would and as normal as any club offering sexual gratification could. Isn't that false advertising? Sexual gratification Johnathan never saw. He continued with gratitude towards a family that was chosen not forced upon him. He was determined to be the best barback that this club ever saw. He had been at this club for fifteen months now and it was a place better than any to call home. As he started to approach his eighteenth birthday Sally had a renewed interest in him. Then tragedy struck. Sally had brought new young boy that would be given a bar back position. Johnathan was besides himself. How could she do this? She informed Johnathan that he was to move up. In the mean time he should train up his new prot?g?. Relieved, Johnathan helped the new boy all he could. He actually grew quite fond of the new boy as he related many shared experiences with his hurtful family. Everything sounded so familiar. Johnathan was reminded of his family. He really wanted to just look forward. He really appreciated Sally's efforts to help young boys in their desperate hour of need. Mother Teresa eat your heart out, you have competition. Sally is such a good person. CHAPTER FIVE Sally was so excited. She was so looking forward to my eighteenth birthday. She exclaimed that I could do so much more, now the local authorities could attribute my work to a former minor. "No restrictions on your Knob Creek this time," she proclaimed. She was looking forward to me as a new boy toy, now that I would be of age. She brought every Kopy Kat Girl to the forefront. They would help induct me into my future. I became worried that if I made love to Sally if my place would be forgotten. The frivolity of the situation overrode any negativity that would nag at the back of my mind. She now had designs on me and seemed to encourage Knob Kreek to flow freely. As I became inebriated, I realized that the Kopy Kat Girls were shaving my body hair and painting my toenails. My acrylic fingernails would also soon be covered with pink nail polish. Sally was close to putting me to bed. She seemed especially animated. Over two years of being taken care of was now dissolving into what I needed to do to make the playing field even. I now apparently needed to contribute to the club. He thought that was what he was doing. "We need a party to initiate Johnathan to our club," Johnathan started to enjoy again Knob Creek. A drink too far to the South of enjoyment. Suddenly, more than a few of the Kopy Kat girls descended upon him. I do not want to let this go. Johnathan was in the middle of no less than six Kopy Kat girls removing his clothes while Sally watched. The stroking and feeling of his now exposed skin led to water and soap and further glasses of Knob Creek handed to this willing participant. Going forth to a somewhat inebriated state, Johnathan was helpless as safety razers removed all of his body hair. A few more Knob Creek drinks and Sally descended upon Johnathan to put him to bed. Johnathan was so out of it he didn't realize that he had just been denuded. He took the proffered hand of Sally and followed her into a space that until now he never had been witnessed to. The door standing in front of them was impressive, almost like a safe door. Sally entered a combo and they went through. Chapter 3 Once through thru the door, a strange sight beheld the greatly inebriated Johnathan. There were 30 or so molds of sorts that looked a lot like the Kopy Kat girls inside the club. Twenty-five or so were occupied. Sally led Johnathan to the nearest one that was open. Carefully guiding the drunk youth to his waiting "bed". He was looking with curiosity but not totally registering what was happening. Sally had him confirm that this was his preferred future instead of contacting his abusive family. Johnathan in this state could only adulate his agreement. Looking down he noticed what seemed to be a mold of the sexy Kopy Kat woman that populated the front of the club. He realized, even in his current state that he was still too small to fill this mold, but he was being pushed to enter its confines. The explanation for so many girls having the most perfect separated hart shaped ass was staring him in his addled mind. He was directed to lay down in this iron padded, with what seemed to be a white silicone padding devise with thousands of holes permanenting its surface. All he could do is comply in his state. The occupant next to his mold started pleading to be let go. This seemed to aggravate Sally. Johnathan had never seen this side of Sally. She marched over to this occupant and as she bent down, he started pleading that he would behave. "No, no please, I'll behave, no mew, meow," Sally seemed pleased with herself. No more complaints from the peanut gallery. If that occupant could have reached for his throat, he would have as he no longer could form words just let out animal sounds as any cat could. She then selected a color informing her victim that she wanted the perfect shade. A push of a button, another Meow and clamps of sorts held the future Kopy Kat girl still. This will keep you quiet while you have your lips tattooed. A machine started that seemed to tattoo permanent make up on the hapless victim's lips. God, she enjoyed the power she wielded in this forum. Johnathan perceiving something was amiss had stood back up standing in his intended mold. After having witnessed something unnatural and disturbing, he started to disembark from the open mold he was told to occupy. Sally soon pushed him back into his "bed," She spread his ass checks to fit over the separation structure and ensured the proper placement for enclosure. She attached a sleeve over his alcohol relaxed penis and shoved his testicles back up into his body where they had descended from. The sleeve was then pulled down causing it to go between his legs and out a hole in the bottom of the mold. Now she endeavored to close the front encasing the new victim in his new bed. The rest of the mold still had plenty of room for future growth. Johnathan was now encased in this very futuristic looking mold of a stunning girl except his feet; hands and head were still exposed. Having locked Johnathan in his long-term bed Sally started to gloat as to his new circumstance. She was not happy about the extent of his attention and decided to forgo any thing further until the large amount of alcohol he had impeded himself with subsided. She left for the evening and returned early morning. Johnathan was really upset now that he had sobered up a little. Still drunk to some extent but now participating in the world around himself he realized that he was completely immobile. He saw last night a white padded shape of a sexy girl that was surrounded by hard iron that he now understood he was trapped in. Sally was now standing in his line sight with an expression on her face of absolute pride and superiority. This is the part Sally really enjoyed. She held up what she called foot crushers 3000. Only the best for our employees. With that she started fitting these devises on Johnathan's feet. These were snug and pretty much just pointed his toes. As she fitted the other one, she explained to Johnathan that his feet were already at the limit of acceptability. These babies were designed to stop the further growth of his feet while keeping them in a pointed fashion would shrink his tendons and make wearing anything but the highest heals very painful. Moving on to his hands she attached growth limiting devises to both of these. Now as I've told you, "if you come to work here, you will be given a bed that you will not leave and have all that you could eat whenever you want to," This was his bed and he could not leave it. The food provided was hanging just above his mouth ready for whenever he was hungry. A large tube that contained a high protein and calorie substance that would cause fast growth that would fill the mold he now was trapped in. The other benefit is that this would cause fast hair growth. This formula also basically exited the body predominately through the kidneys. Only a real small amount basically came out the other end as a clear tasteless liquid that acted as a lubricant. Small suction devises were there also to encourage growth in the right directions. Sally seemed to be able to pick these victims for size and especially height and waist. The rest was taken care of by the mold. As she had gotten better at spotting victims and luring them into her horrible trap her bonuses were increased exponentially. Never once did any of these soon to be Kopy Kat girls ever choose to call home. She really didn't know what she would do if one of them had asked to do so. The inevitable pleading by the previous one to be let go always made her day as she pushed the button that took away their ability to speak. This almost always happened as she was situating a new victim into their bed. They were always too out of it to put up much of a fight and this made the whole experience so much more enjoyable for her. When she then added tattooing the newly removed victim of speech her sexual pleasure from the power, she wielded was three-fold. She couldn't imagine the torture of being locked into a mold for months on end but the results were very profitable. "I'll leave you now Johnathan, but do understand that the food available to you is all that you will receive." "You might as well partake of it and not prolong your suffering." The quicker he would partake of the hormone rich; high protein with fat enhanced calories would help him grow into the mold he now was trapped in. The quicker he could be plugged and eventually sold; the less time he would need to be held in the confines of his personal mold. Some of the Kopy Kat girls actually took two years to reach the limit of the mold. The suction helped but it was not full proof. Johnathan finally reached his head forward to take what looked to be an utter in his mouth. He held off for as long as he could just like the willow tree branch blows that could rain down on him by his abusive parents. Suckling on this fake cow udder didn't sit well, but what did? He had seen for himself what the end product would be and there simply was no choice. Starve to death or become a fixture in the club for customers amusement. He was right, people do not make good decisions when alcohol is involved. He was not going to win this perceived standoff either. A couple of months had transpired and Johnathan noticed the form to his left was open. In came Sally with another very drunk youth. He immediately started to warn him to run. "Get out as fast as you can, Sally is a terrible human being," The youth was still standing trying to figure out what was going on but his brain simply could not put facts together due to the alcohol or drugs that he had consumed. Sally came over to Johnathan and looking him in the eyes pushed a button on his controller. "No, please have mercy, Mew, Mew, Meow," God how Sally got off on this part. This was the part that her victim now understood that no one was coming to save them. Their families have long given up trying to find them. They could not even communicate any longer. There life as they knew it was over. Sally started picking the perfect color for Johnathan?s lips when there was a pleather of Meowing in the chamber. "Alright everyone that will be another round of permanent hair removal for everyone. Also, I will add a ten-minute delay for cleansing," This was extremely painful, as the chemical caused a burning affect. Ten minutes longer was going to be torture. Now Jonathan no longer able to talk started having his lips permanently tattooed in Sally?s color of choice. Then shortly after the chemical was introduced through the thousands of holes in the siliconized padding in the mold. The suffering was approaching the level that his family had enjoyed and inflicted upon him. Johnathan could turn and watch the events unfold as they did for him as Sally let the new victim know what was in store for their future. If he turned to the right, he saw future tattoo treatments and other indignities performed on his cell mate. After a time, which no longer held any meaning for Johnathan, someone came in and worked on his nails; feet and hands. The auxiliary appendages were no longer in danger of growing. He was close to becoming one of those exquisite creatures that he himself had lusted after. The day finally came that he was released from the hated mold, eighteen months. Now he needed very high heels just to exist. He did not believe that this shrinkage could ever be overcome. He needed to build strength just to be able to walk again. But when he was brought to a mirror, he saw another Kopy Kat girl ready to serve very expensive drinks. Just as his strength seemed to become normalized, he found himself tied to something like a pommel horse. The top hatter character appeared and after whatever show that he deemed necessary proceeded to impale me with my tail that matched my midnight black mane. I was released from my confinement only to realize my tail had a life of its own. It?s strange to feel something moving of its own accord. Now Johnathan has a tail and a body that is the same as the rest of the sexy servers in this establishment. I?ve grown into this position and have no other options. If they had at least left me a way to communicate, I might have been able to have something of a normal life. I?m now a sexy Kopy Kat girl ready to serve or as I?m soon to find out ready to be sold. This club has a rear commodity and as I?m to find out some clients will pay a lot for such a rear commodity. Sally knows her job and I?m sold to the highest bidder. I hope my mother can reconcile with GOD what she has caused.