The Hentainator: The Cat
Chapter 5
by ThrillHoe
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#bimbofication
#f/m
#fantasy
#furry
#growth
#transformation
#aphrodisiac
#breast_expansion
#breastfeeding
#lactation
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Stripes bounced the stairs excitedly, not even noticing the bottom step. Splitting it right in half as she leapt onto it with all her weight. Why worry about such mundane things like a step when it was time for BREAKFAST? Which meant it was time for cereal!
She raced into the kitchen. Her mad dash through the living room made it look like a hurricane wrapped in a nuclear bomb had hit it. The sofa was overturned. The entertainment system was knocked aside and the expensive flatscreen tv fell onto the floor with a loud, sickening crunch as its screen broke.
Entering the kitchen she flicked the lightswitch. Nothing. Her ears twitched in annoyance as she flipped the switch again and again and…
Snap
The switch snapped off from the strength of finger and she stared in confusion for several seconds, ear twitching and tail swaying as she tried to process what had just happened. Why weren’t the lights coming on!? She stood up straight as she remembered. The power was still out! Of course!
Another pause and another ear twitch followed as she facepalmed. Why did she need the light on anyway? She could see in the dark just fine! What a doofus she was! She then shrugged with a silly grin on her face at no one in particular. Oh well!
She walked away from the light switch and pranced towards the cabinet of fine china that she yanked it open the door coming right off in her hand as she stared at it… then tossed it aside. That wasn’t a bowl! How was she going to give her master a handjob without a bowl!?
She rustled through the cabinet and tossed aside anything that wasn’t a bowl. Plates shattered . Her tail was swishing in irritation as she threw one thing over her shoulder after another each accompanied by the sound of breaking porcelain. Where were the bowls!? After several more seconds of searching she found one and pulled it out to examine it.
It was a milk white porcelain bowl covered with engraved pink roses that was a family heirloom that belonged to Jacob’s mother. It was practically priceless and irreplaceable! Stripes' eyes dilated in awe as she examined it closely, giving it a tentative sniff with her nose. “Pretty!” she said. “But its not big enough!” she tossed it over her shoulder and it broke into shards of porcelain as she crossed her big arms and pouted.
“Where are the BIG bowls!?” she asked herself as she turned away from the cabinet and knocked it over in the process breaking everything that hadn’t been broken yet. Stripes didn’t pay it any mind; her face was once again one of extreme focus as she tried to think of somewhere else to look. There had to be a BIG bowl in this house somewhere!
She saw another cupboard sparkling in the darkness as an angelic hymn echoed in the kitchen… just like in a cartoon.
There!
She ran over and swung it open and squealed in delight. Inside were tiny bowls (not good!) but there was a large plastic salad bowl that the family used for large gatherings that was perfect! She giddily danced on her feet and clapped to herself as she crushed the smaller ones against her chest in her rush to get it.
Giggling giddily she raced to the table and slammed the bowl on it with so much force the table trembled but thankfully did not collapse. “Okay!” she said, putting her hands on her hips proudly at having solved the issue. But…
She bent over and inspected the bowl closely taking in its emptiness. Faint numbers and equations floating in front of her face as she tried to figure out what the problem was. A lightbulb appeared over her hit and lit up with a big ding.
The bowl was empty!
She couldn’t have an empty bowl! It needed cereal in it! Milk too! You couldn’t eat cereal without the cereal after all! She moved to the pantry and opened it with an excited expression on her face.
Then screamed in horror and slammed the pantry shut behind her. Her heart was beating so hard it was trying to escape her body with loud cartoony thumps as she shivered. What had she seen that was so scary?
Special K Cereal!
The sight of such healthy cereal made her skin crawl. Breakfast was supposed to be fun! Exciting! Not healthy, bland and certainly not sugar! What kind of barbarians had her family been to eat such an affront against cereal every single morning?
And most importantly how was she going to give her master an amazing handjob now!?
She stood there deep in thought (or what counted as deep in thought for her) as the pantry started to glow and sparkle and then started to bulge as the contents inside changed and then multiplied into something else entirely. Something much more to Stripes liking!
“Hmm… maybe I can just pour a whole jar of sugar in the bowl and… hmm?” She sniffed and her eyes went wide as she recognized that sweet, sugary high in calories smell. It was…
She turned around and swung the doors to the pantry open and boxes upon boxes of yellow and white boxes with the logo HONEY MILKERS poured out of it. Stripes squealed in delight, clapping her hands as she bent down and grabbed a box. Why had she thought these delicious boxes of cereal were Special K? Maybe it had been a trick of the light?
She remembered the power was out…
A trick of the dark then!
She bent down and picked a box up and looked around. Her master wouldn’t know if she snuck a bite or two before preparing his handjob…
With a loud tear she tore the box open and raised it over head and devoured the cereal that was pouring out of the box and making an even bigger mess on the floor from the cereal that missed her mouth.
“Mmmmmm!” She moaned her expression twisting into one of pure orgasmic bliss as the honeytastic taste of the crispy cereal hit her tongue in a megaton explosion of flavor. One of her big furry paws had snuck underneath her thin shirt and was fondling a breast with wild abandon as she shook the box with the other to try and get every last crumb out.
“That hit the spot!” She said, tossing the box behind her before kneeling down and picking up a couple more and waltzing over to the bowl. “Always remember to prepare a healthy serving size!” she said out loud to no one in particular as she ripped open the boxes and poured the entire contents into the bowl.
“Two boxes should be enough!” She said, “Not enough for me but enough for Master!”
The bowl rapidly filled up and started to spill over halfway between the second box but Stripes didn’t stop pouring it in. A little extra cereal never hurt anyone after all!
She looked around to see if anyone was watching and snuck a piece into her mouth and moaned.
It meant more for her!
Now that the bowl had cereal in it… it needed something else. Milk! “But where am I going to get milk?” She asked herself. The fridge had some she guessed but a single half-used jug of milk wouldn’t be enough to fill this bowl.
“Hmm…” She said, once again starting to fondle one of her large breasts as she tried to think. “This is hard!” she pouted. “Where am I going to find something big and filled with…”
She looked down at her breasts, her massive furry breasts that were filled with sugary sweet, delicious milk. She put both paws underneath them and made them bounce. You could practically hear the milk sloushing around inside. Her eyes went wide as she got excited, a lightbulb appearing over her head and lighting up as the solution came to her. It was so obvious!
“I’ll ask Master if he knows someone with big, juicy titties full of milk!” she said. “Then I’ll ask them if they can let me have some!”
She heard footsteps approaching from behind and her ears perked up. “Master! Do you know anyone with–”
She saw a pale woman with very juicy titties standing behind her in a hunched over position like she was dealing with some extreme back pain. Stripes didn’t know about Taylor’s transformation (she vaguely remembered the sounds from Taylor’s room but those memories of her non-anthromorphic self now felt like a hazy dream instead of reality) so she had no idea who this strange woman was or how she’d gotten in but…
She looked longingly at the woman’s big chest and deep cleavage straining against her transparent shirt and licked her mouth. “Got milk?” She asked.
—-
The cramps in Brat’s back had only gotten worse as she went down the stairs to confront the cat and she couldn’t seem to get rid of it no matter what she tried. Not that she could do much anyway. Everytime she tried doing anything that diverted from–
Get in there and stop her!
The command Jacob had given her. She had tried to stretch after going down the stairs (carefully and deftly avoiding the destroyed bottom step with the grace of a ballerina) but the second she had stopped the command–
Get in there and stop her!
Had hit her mind like a freight train and she couldn’t think of a loophole to work around it at the moment because the fucking cat was making so much noise in the kitchen any moment she could have had to collect herself was interrupted by something breaking or a door being slammed open and then closed forcing her right back to–
Get in there and stop her!
So she moved hoping to resolve this issue quickly so she could get back to her original plan and maybe work this cramp out. Why was she getting a cramp anyway? Was it because of her massive tits? No… that didn’t make sense. She knew she was more than strong enough to carry those bad girls around with no issue. It had to be something different. Maybe she was chang—
Get in there and stop her!
“I’m trying!” She snapped. “Just… let me think! Fuck!”
She followed Stripes path of destruction into the kitchen. She planned to move in quietly, grab the cat in a hold, and… well she hadn’t thought far beyond that. It was hard to think rationally when the same fucking thought would crawl back into your head if you tried to think of literally anything else.
She peeked into the kitchen and her golden eyes went wide with shock at Stripes. She was expecting a cat girl like you’d see from a certain critically acclaimed MMORPG not a fucking 8 foot tall monster! The cat's ears twitched and she turned to face Brat and Brat’s eyes went even wider at the things massive titties. Shit! They were bigger than hers! That wasn’t fair!
She saw the cat staring at hers and felt her neck and face burning hot.
“Got milk?” Stripes asked, her voice was innocent and inquisitive but still sexy in a way that made Brat’s bare skin break out into goosebumps.
“Oh no”! Brat thought in dismay. “She’s hot!” then jealously started to creep in and overtake her feelings of despair. Why the fuck was the stupid cat so hot? It wasn’t fair at all! It wasn’t even a human like her! No wonder Jacob was losing interest in her!
She narrowed her eyes at Stripes as the cat continued to look at her with a friendly and welcoming expression on her face. “Get back upstairs!” she shouted, pointing behind her and ignoring the twinge of pain in her back.
Stripes grinned goofily and shook her head. “Noooo!~” she said. “I gotta make Master his handjob!”
“What.” Brat said blankly. “You’re making cera–”
“Yeah! Honeymilkers!” Stripes squealed happily, clapping her hands. “They’re really good! Made from sugary sweet honey mixed with crunchtastic sugar frosted flakes! You’ll start coming once you get a taste of the honey! Part of a complete breakfast!”
She put one hand on her hip and gave a thumbs up as she stood there motionless like she was posing for a crowd of people leaving Brat to look around in confusion. Who the fuck was she talking to? Her? If she was talking to her, why was she giving a sales spiel?
Stripes grabbed the bowl and then pressed it into Brat’s chest, nearly knocking the smaller waifu over with the strength of the shove. “Come onnnn!” she whined. “Gimme some milk!” The cat eyed Brat’s breasts greedily and licked her chops again. “Your titties look so full! Master will love it!”
“Fuck no!” Brat snapped. “Do I look like a fucking cow to you!?” she slapped the bowl away and sent it flying out of the Stripes outstretched arms. She was so sick of this. Sick of this cat. Sick of the back pains. Sick of her master not wanting to fuck her and she was one-hundred percent sick of cereal.
“Get your giant furry ass upstairs!” Brat yelled her voice echoing in the darkened house.
Stripes didn’t hear her. She could only look at the mess of cereal on the floor in shock and horror, big wet tears forming beneath her eyes as she looked at the horrible sight on the kitchen floor. The cereal! The cereal was on the floor! You couldn’t eat cereal on the floor! It was dirty! That wasn’t hygienic!
She snapped her head back to Brat and snarled. “I’ll teach you to respect cereal you @!#(“ The swear was censored like a tv show censoring a bad word, loud beep and all.
Then she tackled Brat to the floor and the fight of the century was on.