The Hentainator: The Cat
Chapter 4
by ThrillHoe
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#bimbofication
#f/m
#fantasy
#furry
#growth
#transformation
#aphrodisiac
#breast_expansion
#breastfeeding
#lactation
Brat sat completely naked on the bed in the darkened room that had once belonged to Taylor. So still she could easily be mistaken for an unmoving statue if not for her breathing. She’d been sitting there, in that exact position for hours. Hours.
Her eyes were glazed over. Her pupils crossed as she stared down at the bed sheets. Her back ached and throbbed. Not from the awkward slumped over position she was in. She seemed completely immune to any and all pain and discomfort from that. It actually felt like something seemed to be growing back there. But what? She just—
Just sit there and think.
The command bounced around in her head over and over never leaving, only growing stronger as she did exactly what Jacob had ordered. Thinking.
For the first thirty minutes or so she was just confused. Why was Jacob punishing her? She’d only been doing what she had created to do! Fuck him! Why didn’t he want to fuck her? Was something wrong with her? Sure she’d been a bit rowdy but she hadn’t hurt him and it was supposed to be in all good fun before he bent her over and fucked her in a mating press!
She thought back to her time as “Taylor” while she didn’t consider herself that person anymore she still had every single one of his memories and could recall them with complete clarity. So she went through all of those to try and think of what she’d done wrong. Maybe it was something Taylor had done that had angered Jacob.
None of this helped. Every memory Taylor had was of Jacob making his life miserable with one noteworthy one being the time Jacob slapped him hard on the back and knocked his glasses off. Then stepped on Taylor’s glasses right in front of him.
“Oops.” Jacob had said as he ground his foot on his glasses. “My bad.”
So none of those memories were useful… Or was it?
Brat heard a crash a few rooms over followed by yelling. She twitched. Her fingers spasming as she tried to get up but the moment she tried Jacob’s voice once again popped into her head.
Just sit there and think.
Two hours in, Brat was still trying to find a solution to why Jacob was punishing her. Was it really because he was just a bully? Even to a fine piece of ass that existed solely to worship him like her?
She felt despair at that. Her master couldn’t hate her! This just had to be a little bit of rough play! A way to humiliate her! To make her beg for his cock when he came back and finally started to fuck her brains out!
Right?
Five hours in. The sun was finally starting to creep through the windows but despite that the lack of power and below freezing temperatures meant the house was colder than a witches tit.
And Brat had progressed from despair to burning hot fury.
Her eyes twitched moving slowly towards the phone that belonged to Taylor as she formulated a plan.
She knew about the app and how it worked. She knew it had changed Taylor into her and the thought of it was making her horny even now. God it was so fucking hot.
She also knew she was much stronger and faster than Jacob and that she could easily overpower him. If Jacob wanted to be an ungrateful worthless master that didn’t want to fuck her she could transform him into someone that would fuck her. But there was the problem where she had to obey any command he gave her. If she couldn’t shut him up quick enough he could get in a command and stop it there. She needed a better plan. She…
She just… just… needed to
sit there and think.
Her eyes twitched moving slowly towards the phone that belonged to Taylor. A plan was starting to form in her head as her mouth twitched. She went through Taylor’s memories again and remembered a text he had gotten from his parents just before Jacob had transformed him…
“If Jacob gives you any problems, text us and we’ll be right there. Iced over roads or not.”
Yes. That would work! Call their parents and get them here… grab Jacob’s phone from him and turn them all into her slaves. Fuck yeah!
There was a loud crash and the sound of something breaking apart (a sound she’d gotten used to over the night) followed by a panicked Jacob screaming…
“TAYLOR! GET IN HERE!” Brat flinched in frustration at that. Jacob couldn’t even get her name right! What an ungrateful master! He named her this and instead of using it he kept calling her that! She couldn’t even respond to it because it wasn’t an order directed at her!
“BRAT! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!”
There we fucking go.
Brat gasped. Her body finally responded and the shock of it (not helped by the weight of her giant tits) caused her to nearly fall off the bed. She corrected herself quickly however and gripped the edge to keep herself steady. She was panting as the world swimmed back into focus .
The aching and throbbing in her back intensified as the two painful knots in her back continued to persist. It clearly wasn’t from the position she’d been trapped in all night. She felt no numbness. Nor did she feel any thirst, hunger or exhaustion. Hell she didn’t even have to use the bathroom! Besides the two knots it was almost like she hadn’t just spent hours stuck sitting here.
But never mind that. She had to move quick before Jacob gave her a command that required her to “get the fuck in” immediately instead of allowing her some leeway to waste time before acting.
But those knots.
She stood up and stretched out trying to work out the kinks before reaching down and snatching Taylor’s phone off the floor and quickly turned it on.
“TOUCH VERIFICATION FAILED”
Obviously it would. She wasn’t Taylor. But she knew his password and it was easy to get in and scroll to his contacts.
Another crash as something ran downstairs and Jacob cursed louder.
“BRAT!” he roared.
Brat’s body twitched in response to his scream as the irresistible urge to go to him grew inside her but she gritted her teeth and ignored it as best she could as she went into Jacob’s contacts and hit the one helpfully labeled “Mom”
“Mom.” she texted. “Jacob has a girl over and is having sex with her. They’re also doing drugs! Help!”
With a grin she hit enter right as Jacob yelled again.
“NOW BRAT!” he ordered.
Brat gasped, dropping the phone as her body started to respond independently of her thoughts. “J-just a second!” she called back. “Let me get dressed, bro!”
She grabbed Taylor’s pajama top and shorts and put them on as she hurried away to see what the deal was all the while grinning at how clever she’d been.
—--EARLIER—-
Jacob slowly woke up and sat up, stretching mightily with a loud yawn. What a weird fucking dream he had. First he’d turned that brat Taylor into a really fucking hot babe that was into anything he wanted. Then he’d turned the…
He looked over and saw a drooling anthropomorphic cat snuggled against him and his jaw dropped. Holy shit! It wasn’t a dream!
He reached and touched her and she purred. Her tail started to swish wildly as she stirred awake and opened her eyes. “Hi, master!” she purred quickly moving until she was on top of him as the mattress sagged underneath her weight. “Sleep good?”
She licked her mouth, her eyes dilating wildly as she oogled his bare chest and Jacob felt his cock grow hard. Fucking the cat didn’t feel so strange after last night. He put his hands around her fit waist, feeling the strong muscles underneath her fur as he moved up to her face and gave her a kiss.
Stripes squealed in delight and kissed him back with gusto and it was unlike any kiss Jacob had ever experienced. Stripes didn’t really have lips in the traditional sense and his mouth felt strange against hers but the soft fur tickled his lips in the best way as she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Now that was an odd experience! Her tongue was, like any cats, coarse and rough as sand paper it… wasn’t unpleasant but it was also something that would take getting used to. But Jacob felt he could get used to it. He broke away and Stripes let out a disappointed moan as Jacob looked around the bedroom and flinched. Seeing the destruction Stripes had caused last night.
“Fuck.” He said falling back as the events came back. How was he going to fix this?
At the same time Stripes tail shot up when she heard the word “fuck”. “Do you want to fuck, master?” She asked excitedly. The urge to bounce excitedly on top of Jacob, almost overwhelming but she managed to keep herself under control so she didn’t break his ribs… again.
Jacob’s cock grew even harder at the thought but he was hesitant at having such a large creature bounce on top of him… and he needed to look through his phone and see if he could find a way to reverse the damage Stripes had caused.
But…
“Cat.” He ordered. as he pulled up his phone. The kiss was a bit odd but maybe her mouth would work better elsewhere. Like his cock.
He saw her face light up with expectation and she flashed her sharp canines in a smile causing him to immediately put the kibosh on a blowjob. No way he wanted this ditzy idiot giving him head with those fangs!
“Give me a hand job.” He ordered. Maybe those furry hands would feel amazing instead.
He booted up his phone and went to the Hentainator app and a loading screen popped up.
“ALWAYS KEEP PHONE IN POSSESSION. HENTAINATOR WILL–”
He looked away and back at a confused Stripes still sitting on him with a furrowed look of confusion on her face at the order. “What’s a hand job?” she asked as she peeked down at him. “Is it…” she realized what time of the day it was. It was morning! That meant… meant…
Her eyes went wide. Her pupils dilated as large as they could until her eyes were almost entirely black and her tail thumped wildly.
Jacob groaned in annoyance. “It’s when you…” he could feel her tensing up on top of him and he sat the phone down. “What’s your…”
“IT’S BREAKFAST TIME!” Stripes bellowed as she leapt off him with a loud thud. That shook the house. She moved excitedly around the room as Jacob looked on bafflement. She was practically hopping around in excitement. “THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE DAY, MASTER!”
“Cat…” Jacob said cautiously. “I do–”
“Handjob!” She yelled. “Right! I’ll make you the best bowl of cereal you’ve ever eaten with my bare hands!” she bent down and wiggled her fingers in Jacob’s face and giggled before resuming her bouncing. “It’ll be the best hand job you’ve ever eaten!”
“That’s–”
Stripes ignored Jacob as she bounced away from him and then to his horror–
CRAAASH
She ran right through the bedroom door knocking it down and making an impression of her body in the door frame as she completely demolished it. The entire house shaked as Stripes tore through the home in an excited frenzy and Jacob was now well and truly panicking.
“STOP THAT!” He yelled. Getting nothing at all from Stripes except a cat giggle followed by another smash as she destroyed something else. Fuck.
He remembered Taylor. He was strong now and he could stop her, surely.
“TAYLOR!” He yelled. “GET IN HERE!” No response. Fuck. He just remembered that “Taylor” was now called Brat. Fucking hell.
“BRAT!” He roared.
Another crash. “Oops!” Stripes said. “Wrong way! The stairs are this way!” there was a loud bang and then another loud crash as Stripes ran through something else.
“GET THE FUCK IN HERE!”
There was a pause and he heard Brat gasp from the other room. What the fuck was she doing in there? He’d completely forgotten what he’d told her to do and even if he had the thought of Brat literally sitting in bed all night thinking wouldn’t have crossed his mind anyway.
“C-Coming, bro!” Brat answered. “Just let me get some clothes on~”
There was a giggle as Stripes crashed her way down the steps and Jacob flinched at each and every step he heard. It sounded like she was breaking every single one. What the fuck was she doing? Hopping down every single one?
“NOW!” He roared.
Brat arrived quickly tugging down her shirt over her tits as she looked around the room. “Damn, bro.” She said. “You and the cat really fucked up mom and dad’s room.” She looked at the bed and saw Jacob’s phone peeking out from the blanket she moved over towards it as discreetly as possible. “Maybe–”
“Shut up.” Jacob ordered. “We have to stop her before she tears the house down. He pointed towards the shattered door frame. “You’re stronger than I am. Go in there and stop her.”
Brat flinched and made a 180 degree turn on her heels as Jacob’s orders hit her. She tried to struggle against it but her legs were already moving independent of her as she followed the sounds of destruction.
“R-right. You got it… bro.” She said, her eyes narrowing into angry slits and her pretty mouth turning into a scowl as she exited the room and raced downstairs to encounter Stripes.
The phone would have to wait. But when shit finally hit the fan and Jacob was distracted she was going to make her move…