It had been a few weeks now since the villain known as The Transmorpher had made his appearance. Until his tech started making the rounds in criminal groups, the League were content with sending small groups of heroes and agents after him. When those brave individuals started to vanish however, and newer, more capable individuals arose to fill the Transmorphers ranks, the League raised caution against sending their people against him.
Barely anything was known about the technology used by the Transmorpher, attempts at even tampering with recovered gadgets were risky, as the League had learnt when two of their brightest scientists were reduced to bumbling prostitutes wholeheartedly devoted to the Transmorpher. But even those moments of failure were laced with tiny bits of development as to how the devices functioned.
Although the risks were there, that didn’t stop the brave individuals within the League from pursuing the Transmorpher and his accomplices. With progress made in identifying his technology, it was easier to avoid them altogether.
One such individual was Benjamin Maters, a man born with heightened senses that, coupled with his stronger than average build and martial arts training, made him an excellent close quarters combatant. He, like other operatives and heroes, worked with a partner that would provide support and intelligence when the need arose.
Benjamin and his partner, Dennings, were working on breaking into a fancy brothel with known ties to the Transmorpher, where former men and women who’d been changed by his tech were sent to work, selling themselves to the less-than-decent thugs who frequented the place. Their ringleader apparently had close ties to the man, close enough to be considered family to him, rumoured to be in charge of a security vault somewhere in the brothel that held important information; like the Transmorphers true identity and abilities.
Dennings had already been working within that particular criminal ring for a good amount of time, climbing the ranks and becoming a trusted and well respected member. Using his unnaturally calming voice and stunning looks to get his way. The issue was, Benjamin was supposed to wait for his signal before breaking in through the third floor of the complex and meeting up with him at the security room. It had been two hours and yet, nothing!
Unable to wait any longer, Benjamin began to scale the outer brick wall, his powerful grip finding purchase between the gaps in the construction. He had to remember that Dennings was still an ordinary human, he didn’t have the advantage of super sense or a powerful body, and a voice was of no use in combat. He also had to consider the worst; that he’d fallen to one of the Transmorphers traps.
After a less than comfortable slide down the ventilation shafts, Benjamin spots a naked thug getting dressed in the corner of the room as what looks like a girl with feline features takes her leave, hugging a towel to her dainty body as she waves goodbye to her client with a cheeky smile on her face, shutting the door behind her.
Taking his chance, Benjamin leaps out from the vents, killing him instantly with a well placed roundhouse kick to the neck, the force alone sending him flying to the floor in a heap, a look of shock on his face.
“Ohh? Nicely done there big boy~” A sudden chill running down his spine at the salacious voice from behind him, Benjamin spins round, arms at the ready...only to lower them slightly at the sight of the voluptuous vixen lying by the couch, sporting similar feline features across her lingerie clad body; with a fuzzy pair of ears twitching atop her crop of silky, raven black hair, a black furred tail swaying gently in the air. Benjamin’s eyes glued on the massive mammaries hanging off her chest as she stared at him with a relaxed smile.
“Easy there~ I mean you no harm! That asshole deserved it anyway, although the girls don’t say it openly, a few of our clientele don't have what it takes to treat a woman with respect!” Lowering his fists, Benjamin looks away from her, moving towards the door with haste. He didn’t forget the fact that most people changed by the Transmorphers tech were single-mindedly devoted to him, for all he knew, she could be one of his victims. A soft ruffle however, alerts him a little too late, as he turns around only to get a faceful of breast as the woman tackles him to the floor with a playful hiss.
Benjamin grunts at the effort of trying to push her off of him, whoever these catgirls were before, they were unnaturally strong now. He was shocked at how fast and easily she’d been to pin his arms down by his side, her body forcing down his lower half to completely immobilize him. Giggling playfully, the buxom beauty pinning him moves in close, licking him across the face with a slender, moist tongue before breathing down his ears, that voice of hers was dangerously arousing, a massive tent forming in his pants, unable to resist her at all.
“I’m sure you’re here for the Mistresses' wealth of knowledge and all but I can't just let you go off wandering about her humble establishment now can i?” Raising her head with an ominous smile plastered across her beautiful features, the femme fatale whispers one last goodbye, before bringing her head down in a swift motion, all Benjamin could do was let out a final gasp of shock before a loud crack and darkness consumed his vision.
Awakening with a jolt, Benjamin recoils in pain as he brings a hand to his aching forehead, feeling the rough bandages now wrapped tightly across his head with the faint smell of medication on his fingertips. For a gang of criminals, they were weirdly accommodating. Looking around the room he was in, he spots a neatly dressed woman seated by a large oak desk at the back of the room, focused on her laptop. Standing beside her was the same cat girl from before, a loose fitting white shirt covering up her breasts. Staring at Benjamin with a knowing smile before bending over to whisper something into the lady’s ears. Without another word, she takes her leave from the room, leaving Benjamin alone with the working woman.
“You’ve come far Benjamin...Tell me...what makes you want to end your promising career as some slave to the League by stepping foot in my establishment?” With a grunt, Benjamin stares at the lady while rubbing his fists together, he wasn't one for idle chatter, much less against an enemy. Clenching his fists as she continued to glare at the uninterested woman. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, unless you want to end up like that smug little playboy...Damien or something?”
Benjamin’s eyes widen as he hears her words, gritting his teeth harder as he feels his anger rising. “Dennings! What have you done to him, wench?” Scoffing, the lady resumes typing away at her laptop, ignoring his rising breaths and death stare. “I prefer ‘Ariel’...trust me, that smug boy was better off born female, the amount of money she’s made for us has been most impres-”
Speeding forward in the blink of an eye, Benjamin lunges for the woman's throat, but she doesn't bat an eye, snapping her fingers with a roll of her eyes as a loud comical -POP- sound emanates along with an explosion of gas from around her attacker.
Tutting as she waves away the clouds of smoke in her face, the lady folds her arms across her chest with a frown on her face, watching for a few seconds before the emerging silhouette of yet another cat girl dressed in a maid’s uniform crawl out of the smoke, where the former well-built, half naked man once stood mid-lunge. A slight smile formed on her face as she watched the dainty thing crawl to her feet, coughing in that cute, high pitched voice she loved to hear. She was going to have a lot of fun by breaking her into her new role. She was getting moist just recalling how defiant that ‘Dennings’ had been when she first changed him, he’d needed a good spanking or two before she broke entirely. “Muscleheads I swear...well? What do you have to say for yourself Musa?”
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In the instant where he’d heard that loud snap, the man's vision had turned a brilliant white for a moment, before a massive explosion of dust had blinded him, forcing him down to the ground. He felt groggy, as if he’d just awoken from deep sleep with no recollection of what was going on...looking down at the generous bosom swaying gently under her dress and the dainty hands splayed on the floor alongside the flowing black skirt covering her slender legs, HER mind made an immediate correction to her identity, why was she even thinking of herself as a man in the first place? The placebo effect takes place as she begins to second guess herself. Didn’t her arms used to be more muscular? And what about her trousers? Even the void between her legs felt wrong.
As new memories began to flow through her aching head, her body began to feel more familiar to her as the old lingering memories of Benjamin plaguing the newly formed personality fade away from her mind; from the weight and heft of her breasts to the smooth, sensitive skin she cared for everyday. Shaking off the nauseating thoughts of the former hero, she rises to her feet as she pats down her uniform. She was Musa, a maid that worked in this brothel alongside her sisters, Mistress had deemed her unfit as an escort so she was reduced to performing chores around the place, she had zero combat training and her body was unusually weak, she was better suited to being a maid, but that hadn’t stopped her from having raunchy encounters of her own when she found herself alone with clients. She did have a respectable appearance, with the few men she’d slept with calling her “an adorable piece of ass” and saying it was a shame she wasn’t on the ground floor, she herself had often wondered why Mistress wouldn’t let her work full time.
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As the cloud clears, Musa readjusts her glasses before the voice of a woman jerks her head up, as she catches sight of an angry looking lady staring at her. Musa clenches a trembling hand against her breast, her mind was in a jumble, confused as she fought over the emotions boiling inside of her as she stared at her; she felt rage, sadness and fear. Looking at the woman's scowl though, deepened that feeling of fear as the fires of anger die down, what was she thinking feeling angry at Mistress! Musa bends over in an immediate apology, lifting the hem of her black skirt with dainty hands as the pair of fluffy ears over her head flutter around in panic.
“M-M-My sincerest apologies Mistress! I h-hadn’t meant to mess up your study Mistress, i swear-nya!”
Upon hearing her words, the woman simply sighs before rubbing her weary head in her hands, the quivering cat girl maid still bent over with her eyes sealed shut. That was anticlimactic, she was expecting more resistance at least, an excuse to pull out her favourite toys to distract her mind from work as she broke in her new slave like she had with Ariel hours ago. “Ugh just get out of my sight and leave me to my work!” With a yelp, Musa dashes out the front door with her tail tucked beneath her dress, closing the door carefully as she makes her departure. She’d need to learn to control her powers a bit more if she wanted to toy with her prey as they squirmed in her fingers…
Back outside, Musa sighs as she makes her way down the corridor, picking up the broom lying against the wall while twirling a lock of silky silver hair in her manicured fingers as she stares wistfully out the window. She wondered when she’d ever get to prove herself to Mistress that she was capable of working as an escort to earn money for her instead of being stuck in the upper floors where barely anyone of notice went to.
Deep in thought however, Musa doesn't realize the man sneaking up behind her, pushing her against the wall with a hand and forcing an erotic “Kyahn!” out of her as his other forcefully rips open her dress and stockings, sending her tits flopping out as he roughly squeezes her right breast, teasing an aching nipple with a finger as he leans in close, Musa trembling in his grasp as she feels his hot breath against the nape of her slim neckline. “What’s a lil' lady like you doing out here? Ehh?” Blushing hard at his touch, Musa glances back at him with a faux look of innocence, excitement boiling within her as she feels his manhood hardening as it rubs against her plump ass, her exposed cunt beginning to drip in anticipation. “I-im just a lowly maid, If Master wants me, then I can only obey nya~” Winking as she arches her back, nuzzling her furry head of silver hair against his chin as she rubs her butt against his crotch.
With a grunt of satisfaction, the man scoops her up into his arms, Musa squealing in delight as her tail curls in excitement as his rough calloused hands grip her tightly, rubbing up her dainty body even through her clothes. Opening the nearest door, the man lays her down gently on the table as Musa stares at him with sparkling wide eyes, her furry cat ear wagging cutely as he cups a hand around her soft cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss while unzipping his pants with his free hand.
With a high pitched squeal, Musa moans into her man’s mouth as she feels his girthy length penetrate her eager folds, a squirt of fluids dripping down the table and onto the floor as the couple get into a rhythm, rocking the table with each thrust as Musa plants a trembling hand on the table to steady herself, pulling on her lovers loose tie as their tongues entwine over each other in mutual bliss.
Pulling away with a bridge of saliva between him and the catgirl maid currently mewling and moaning in lust as he thrusts in and out of her tight snatch, the man grunts in satisfaction as he grabs hold of her slender hips, flipping her over as she playfully giggles at the feeling of her pussy grinding around his rod as she lands softly on her bosom, her nipples rubbing up against the cold table as she begins to moan uncontrollably, her lover beginning to piston in and out of her doggy style as he tears off her skirt, leaving her quivering thighs and jiggling rear exposed as the two go at it once more.
Moaning out loud in a drawn out "Nyaaahn!", Musa's curvaceous form trembles uncontrollably as she feels a fresh, steaming hot burst of semen coat her inner walls, her belly turning a nice shade of red as her womb fills itself to the brim with baby batter. Before he can pull out though, the door to the room swings open as the woman from before enters, catching the mewling catgirl and her lover in the act. “Heheh, long time no see boss! You should really let this Musa-girl of yours down on the first floor, she’d fetch a high price and last I checked, this place is lacking in the cutesy department, ain’t that right girl?” With another satisfying head pat, Musa’s tail sways side to side as she mewls in post-coital bliss. “Y-yes sir nya~”
Sighing, the Mistress can only stare at the mess on the floor while the sounds of happy mewling and the laughter of her right-hand man almost make her forget she was the head of a criminal organization. Shaking her head, she simply turns around and takes her leave. “If you’re done here Sol, meet me in my office...and Musa? Clean up your mess…” Maybe she’d give it some thought as to whether or not her new maid would do better whoring herself out on the main floor...but then who would get the cleaning done? The dust around the place was getting atrociously thick.
“Sure thing boss!”
“You got it Mistress, nya!”
THE END