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“And step! And step! One, two, three, four- And step!” The cheery, uplifted voice of a brilliant smiling woman on the television screen filled up the living room with her lilting, high voice while her ponytail swung with each moment. “In two, come back to the right side. Hold your core steady! Go to your left, pull to the corner. Let’s think about the goal for today! Draw that knee up! Feel it in your butt!” Monica, mother of two, focused all her attention on the perky woman on the screen.

When the woman, dressed entirely from head to toes in pink spandex, stepped; then she stepped. They moved in a perfect mirror, butts clenching and tightening. Her mid-length brown hair, still curled faintly at the edges, had been tucked up into a clip on the back of her head to reveal the smooth surface of her pale skin on her shoulders. Her arms were toned and slender, kept trim and in shape. As her leg lifted with each step, her abdominals gave a small pinch while the curve of her ass jutted backwards. When she bent over suddenly, using the small five pound weights she gripped in her palms for slow lifts, her full chest spilled forward. The swooping neckline of her top threatened to let the rounded breasts escape, but the edges of her sports bra kept them hugged back to her own chest squashed together in a deep crease of cleavage.

Sweat dotted her brow, just a gentle sheen as she neared the final moment of the two hour program. One hand rubbed at her neck, sweeping away whisks of hair. “Now ladies! We’re almost done now! Let’s finish out with some jacks so keep your heart pumping as you head to stretches!”

Monia leapt onto her feet, starting the final set of exercises. Her breasts bounced, jostling together within her top. She pushed through the final end of her exercises before starting to bend down into her stretches. She reached towards the textured surface of her yoga matt, letting her breasts spill forward against the holds of her top while she breathed out a long sigh. Finally finishing up her exercises, she tucked a towel around her neck and started up the stairs towards the shower. Her eyes washed out, proudly skimming over the sight of the carefully decorated house. Three whole floors of subtle decoration and homey interior. She beamed with a homemaker’s pride before she spotted the clock. “Ooh! Another hour and the kids will come home! They’ll have to come along to the supermarket with me later-”

With that final thought, she started to strip out of her exercise wear. First, she bent at the waist. Her body melted downwards, ass lifting into the air in her tights while she peeled off her socks. They came off in little, sweaty and aromatic curls that she merely tossed aside before giving a quick, healing rub over her heels. Then, she lifted back up with a stretched. Her arms moved upwards to try and touch the ceiling. Her breasts pulled upwards, jutting out from her chest as she worked out the kinks in her back.

“Mmm...” She sighed as the tension from her workout began to melt out. Her hips gave little wiggles, loosening the tightness in each leg socket while her hair fell out down against her back, freed from its hold to cascade down.

Then, relaxing again, she stripped down her tight leotard. First, she drew the straps down from each shoulder. The smooth, supple curve of each shoulder appeared out from beneath the strap and then the entire garment began to roll downwards. Her breasts fell into the open, bouncing while steam began to build in the room, obscuring the pink of each nipple. Spandex rolled over the curvature of her perky ass, showing its own little bounce before she fled into the warm confines of the shower.

******

“Mom! I’m home!” Augine, Monica’s eldest son who was veering towards the end of high school, slammed the door behind him and headed right into the kitchen on the hunt for snacks only to find the fridge shockingly bare. His hair lay in a wild flail atop his head, unbrushed and just a touch too long so he had to flick his head to the side to send it out of his vision. The rest of him was lanky and long with tall legs and a stretched torso without enough meat to cover all his bones. He made the look work, falling into a sort of tight jeans and hipster phase so his height and hair made him look artistic rather than unkempt. He shucked off his backpack and a flannel overshirt before he started into the hunt for food further in just jeans and a band shirt, but the pantry remained empty also. One earbud tucked into his skull while the other dangled over his shirt, his head bobbed as he searched, idle humming escaping his lips: “Ooh, balance me out. Balance me oh-out. Move with now, Ooh~”

With the sudden sound of her footsteps, his mother rounded down from upstairs and into the kitchen’s open door frame. She stood, captured like an artist’s subject within the frame of the doorway. Augine glanced up at her. She had changed after her shower and wore a simple springy dress. It hung long on her body, though the fabric hugged tight enough to whisper at her hips and murmur about her full chest before it fell down to her ankles. Her hair was loose and lightly tousled, still drying. Her skin glistened with freshness, a natural flush in both cheeks and a glossy finish on her lips. “We have to run to the grocery store tonight, we’re low on everything.” Monica explained. “Where’s Kimberlee?”

“I’m here!” The girl’s voice suddenly broke in as she stepped through the front door. The bouncy blonde girl of 14 tossed her backpack onto the floor and slid instead right onto a kitchen stool. She, like her brother, fell heavy into the skinny jean trend though hers went down into high boots with a subtle heel. She wore a loose top with them, capturing a sort of modern boho chic in the mixture of a sleek jeans and boot with a wispy cotton top. Her hair was the same way, straightened into a glossy finish around her head except for an accent braid on either side of her face. She had a cropping of gentle freckles over her nose, which she attempted to obscure with makeup, though they always peeked through. To distract from them, she wore bright, fiery red-orange lipstick and a fierce black winged liner from each eye. “What’s the scoop?” she asked, grinning at Monica.

“We’re going right out the door again! Off to the store!” The kids muttered some groaning complaints, but the three all headed forward together into the family car and continued towards the store.

******

“Oh! I have a coupon for that!” Monica told the cashier, fishing into her purse. The kids groaned almost in unison. “Mom! Come on! What’s the big deal of saving 30 cents off of a lambchop!?” Augine asked, rolling his eyes backwards while he gave a twitch to send his hair to the side. Beside him, Kimberlee mimed his sassy questioning with one hand hooked into her jean loop while her hips jutted sideways, “He’s right, Mom. What’s is the big deal?”

“Kids!” she scolded, picking up their bags as they walked. “A penny saved is a penny earned!” She handed them each a bag to help carry before she shook her head. “All those pennies add up eventually, after all a dollar is merely 100 pennies! If you cast aside 30 pennies every time, you’d never add up to a dollar, hmm?”

Augine rolled his eyes, though part of him wondered if she could be anything but right about her couponing and pinching and saving. Especially since she’d never held more than hobby-like pastimes of jobs since their father had left them years before. She’d sold handmade jewelry for a while, spending Saturdays at a farmer’s market somehow coaxing every husband out to buy a gift for his wife, sending them all home with a flustered pink on their cheeks and little bags on their wrists. Then, she’d worked as florist up the street from their house, enthused with creating romantic bouquets. But nothing had ever been more than a few hours a day and never lasted longer than she grew bored of it.

Then, a totally better idea struck him! “Hey! Since you’re saving so much money, can I get a raise in my allowance, Mom?”

“Why honey?” she asked, starting to load the car. “You don’t need anything! I buy you everything! Besides, it’s by getting by that you learn to be responsible in your own right as an adult.”

The two Twillfeld kids rolled their eyes and let the topic slide as they began the drive back home. Augine sat in the front, eyeing his mother’s wet hair which was still damp from the shower and was starting to soak through her top where it tickled her shoulders and began melting the damp splotch down onto her breasts.

With a little gulp, he quietly scolded himself and directed his thoughts a different direction. “How does Mom afford everything without a job?” His mind ran through his memory of everything they had, though he remembered more his Aunt Sheryl who always seemed to show up with the grandest things. Last time she’d visited, she’d driven up in a sleek, 100 Grand Porsche. “Guess everyone in the family has a way to get money-” A sleepy smile curled over his lips, “Sheryl always gives us those gifts though, Mom never buys us anything! And last time Mom took it away from me! ‘Augine can’t be trusted’ she said!” His lip curled into a little snarl, mentally acting out the cruelty of his mother stealing away the beautiful, gleaming newness of some packaged box.

“Oh! I almost forget to tell you kids, Aunt Sheryl will be coming into town soon for Grandmother’s funeral. She’ll stay with us for a few days-” She didn’t spend much time on the funeral, the kids never really knew their grandmother so they had to attend more out of duty than true grief.

Yet, there was no end to strife as the funeral approached since there was plenty of loot to be divided between those who survived and the massive ceremony of the burial itself. “Ooh! Aunt Sheryl!” Augine thought to himself, sharing a quick glance to his sister, Kimberlee with glee. They had differences like any siblings, but the lingering possibility of gifts was enough to bond anyone.

Arriving home, Augine and Kimerlee lumbered inside, eager to start their nightly relaxation. They ended up in the living room, a broad room with thick, shaggy carpeting that just invited their butts as they settled in.

“Die! Die!” Augine muttered, idly guiding his on-screen character into a flaming village while his gun bobbed in the center of the screen. Leaning into his back, situated at an angle, Kimberlee had her pet rats on her back, running around over top of her thighs. Their naked little tails wiggled as they moved around while the little squeaky noises of them playing added to the noise of the video game playing.

“Bebe, what are you doing?” Kimberlee crooned, rubbing her finger over the small creature’s furry head along his signature white stripe that ran right between both eyes. “You guys are so playful tonight!” All four of them bumbled over her lap, bumping into each other and perching up on her thigh to clean their faces with their paws. “Oh little Captain!”

Augine glanced over, a bland expression of meager curiosity on his face. “How do you tell them apart? Honestly-”

Kimberlee rolled her eyes. “It’s easy! Arnold is all grey, Palmer is all white, Bebe has the stripe, and Captain has the brown face like a hat!” she explained, pointing them each other with a gentle pet down their backs. Before she could continue, the sudden sound of feet trampling on above their heads stomped across the floor that was their ceiling and then moved to the top of the stairs.

Thunk! Clunk! Click Clack! Came the racket of the wooden stairs. They both turned together in time to see their mother, Monica appear at the bottom of the stairs. She wore a slinky, luxurious looking gown that hugged down her entire form. It had a high slit, showing a glimpse of the stockings she wore up her long, toned legs. Her hips were perfectly contoured in the hug of that dress, showing the shape of her rounded ass and the curves of her body. Glittering, sparkling diamonds hung around her neck, drawing the eyes down into the crease of her cleavage while small, matching earrings drew the gaze back up to her decorated face. “Hello children!” she greeted, waving a hand with a huge ruby red ring seated on her ring finger on a band of gold.

Augine coughed at the sight of her, suddenly watching his character crumple to the ground, dead and forgotten. His heart seemed to falter inside his chest at the sight of his mother. The dress drew the attention to all of her curves from her heavy, full chest down to her trimmed waist and wide hips. “Oh my gosh...” Augine whimpered silently inside his head. His gaze followed the shape of her body, eyeing the little shape of her hips briefly envisioning them as handles to grab to before he scolded himself. “Jesus! Augine!” he snapped, mentally; but then his eyes went right back to where her necklace fell down into the crease of her cleavage to where her breasts pressed together.

He felt an instant rush of heat rushing through his entire system, draining the blood down from his head and quickly down to his waist. “Oh shit-” he muttered, clenching his thighs together to try and subtlety rearrange himself so nothing embarrassing would happen during this encounter.

“She looks so young!” he thought, picturing all the other “moms” he’d seen who looked nothing like his own. They always looked old, wearing frumpy jeans and casual sweatshirts or yoga pants with their casual, flowy tunics! Never did they look like this with their entire body perfectly poured into this satin-y gown. “She doesn’t even look like a mom. She’s like... a twentyfive years old or something!”

“Something wrong, dear?” Monica asked, fluttering her long eyelashes with a beaming smile, showing off her full, wide lips. She was utterly oblivious, just a beaming little grin on her face.

Augine stammered, swallowing while his eyes instantly widened with deer like panic. Kimberlee looked over, realizing his brother’s fixation on their mother with a disgruntled hiss. Her foot flashed out, kicking into his side while her eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.

“How dare he look at our mother like that! What a sicko!” she thought to herself, shaking her head with disgust. For a moment, she glanced at their mother and then back to herself with a bit of a reparraising look. She wore casual jeans, that while tight, didn’t seem to hug her like her mother’s dress did. Her lips pursed together, a soured and grumpy expression capturing her before she gave Augine another smack for good measure. “Seriously!” Her foot left a pulsing bruise on his leg, violently quenching his lustful thoughts long enough for him to spit out. “Ah!”

Mind racing, quickly adjusting to a different train of thought he looked to the ring on her finger. “Yes. That’s a beautiful ring! Where did you get it?” Realizing he’d never before seen that particular flashing ruby, his eyebrows knit together.

“Oooh!” Monica cooed out a little sigh. “This beauty belonged to your Grandmother!” She curled her hand backwards out in front of her so she could look at it herself. Her eyes drew over the curve of the gold band and the sparkling ruby with the same look that Augine had looked at her body. A delighted, sparkling look hung in her eyes at the sight of that accessory. “Grandma really wanted me to have it-” Her face twisted, a sassy little curl grabbing her lip. “Despite what the leech Sheryl tried her best to do-” She puffed air out madly through her lips before she rolled her eyes back. “Nevermind!”

She gave a little cough. “Anyways!” her hands clapped together. “Now, I feel I have to explain the rule again, just in case.” She fixed her gaze on both her children. “Your Aunt is coming and will be staying with us for the next three days. I do not want either of you accepting any gifts under any circumstances!” Her fingers began to tick off, “No money, no game consoles, no gold watches, not even a real life, glittery, pink-colored rainbow unicorn if she somehow offers one! Nothing! No ifs or ands or buts about it!”

Kimberlee groaned out a complaintive sigh. “But whyyyy!? It’s so unfair! Just because you have to be a scrooge all the time doesn’t mean she can’t! What’s the harm in her giving me some new designers clothes? Like seriously? What’s wrong?”

Monica narrowed her gaze, glaring at her daughter through the sharp slits. “No buts, Missy-”

Suddenly, from outside in the driveway, a loud “Brrrmmmmmm” of a rumbling engine rolling up onto the driveway. “Oh!” Kimberlee gasped. “That must be Aunt Sheryl!” Augine leapt up, following his sister eagerly to the front door to watch as Sheryl’s shining, brand new Cabriolet. Its sharp gray sheen sparkled beneath the light of the sun’s rays. The door flung open, revealing one heeled foot in a matching gray pump and a long, slender leg attached before the rest of Aunt Sheryl appeared dressed in a sleek matching pant suit with a bright purple scarf of brilliant silk wisping away from her throat. The woman could have been a copy of her sister in her body type. Both had a perfect hourglass with a pinched in waist while their hips swung out in a slow curve. Full, yet perky breasts pushed at the silken blazer she wore while her slender throat only peeked out from her scarf. However, her hair, was a drastic different statement. While Monica wore hers at shoulder length, usually curled in bouncy, natural looking body; Sheryl wore extensions to add an almost mystical length to her hair which she’d then curl up into elaborate buns atop her head with perfectly controlled wisps fluttering down from the mass and an entire cascading waterfall still down out the back of the half up-do. Augine always wondered what it looked like at night when she’d release all that hair.

“A new car?” Augine gasped, shuffling out of the door with his mother following behind with a bored expression.

“Hello, sister~” Sheryl greeted, kissing the air that hovered around Monica’s cheek before she earned a kiss in response. Her lips were painted up in a soft pink that made them sparkly with a juicy finish.

“And hello to you too-” Monica crooned back, waving her hand into the door. “Come in and I’ll fetch some tea while we all catch up...”

They all moved in together back to the familiar seating room where Monica brought out a tray of tea. They all sipped idly, maintaining the required small talk of a family gathering. The soft clinks of the dainty tea set and the clicks of the spoons inside each cup were sometimes the only sounds between transitions of their segments of the required family catch-up conversation.

“Oh, you kids have grown so much!” Sheryl crooned at them, though her eyes drew away from their faces and down towards their mother’s hand where the ruby glittered up against the backdrop of her smooth skin. Even though her words addressed them, she lacked the usual animation of a dedicated aunt, but instead merely stated the comments with a dull sense of false cheerfulness.

“I remember when you were just little things-” Sheryl continued, waving her fingers in small flourishes in front of her. “Have you decided where you’re going next year, Augine? This is the final year of high school, right?”

Augine bobbed his head, falling into the required speil of top choice colleges and intended majors, interests, and worries for the transition to university. Sheryl nodded, asking the questions on the script but her attention kept waving, falling back down to where that beautiful ring sparkled out from Monica’s hand.

“You know, I should start on dinner-” Monica interjected, rising and heading towards the kitchen. Sheryl stood too, waggling a hand at the children. “Why don’t you two take my luggage upstairs with me?” They perked up, hearing the implied demand in her words. They both jumped up, grabbing onto the hefty bags. With spread legs and swinging, wobbling arms they began to get up the steps one by one.

“Oof... Uh...” They grunted in unison, hefting those designer bags weighed down with their contents up into the guest bedroom. Once inside, Sheryl waved Kimberlee closer. “Hey you,” she whispered, smiling as she began to unzip one bag in particular. Inside, carefully folded were entire outfits of brand name clothes with small bags of complimenting jewelry hanging beside them. She lifted them out, displaying the folds of jeans and cashmere sweaters and overpriced t-shirts to her niece. “I know your Mother can be a nag. So it’s best if we keep this between us, okay?!”

“Oh my gosh!” Kimberlee gasped out, grabbing onto the clothes and hugging them to her chest. “This is so amazing! These are great! These are so on trend right now! Wow!” While she celebrated, Sheryl lifted out another brown package. She handed it over to Augine. “And for you~”

Augine tore open the package, letting out a short gasp as the shining surface of an expensive gaming laptop greeted him beneath the wrapping. “This is the best!”

“I’ve gotta hide this!” he thought, desperate not to have his mother discover it and take away the amazing gift! He shuffled into his room, hurriedly running through a mental map to find the best place while Kimberlee and Sheryl gushed over the fabrics and patterns on her new tops.

Augine could still hear him as he stood in the center of his room, looking here and there as her thought about where best to hide his things.

“I just saw this and I knew you were going to look wonderful! The way the color looks on your skin!” Sheryl crooned, holding up a top to her nieces cheek, showing how the coral shade brought out the natural life in the teenager’s skin.

“Wow! You’re right! You’re so amazing with fashion! Seriously! It’s like magic!” Kimberlee was starstruck at her Aunt, yanking out a pair of leather-esque jeans and holding them out. “Wow!”

“Won’t those look great with your boots? I thought they would just melt down your legs and show off everything wonderfully!” Sheryl beamed, proud to be making her niece so happy. She bent into the stack, pulling out another one of the tops, this one in a fiery shade of red. “This, with those pants, and your signature makeup there-” She kissed her fingertips. “Perfection!”

“You are so right. I think I have a lipstick this exact shade!” Kimberlee gasped, leaping up to give Sheryl a half hug. “You are my savior. This is going to be the only reason I look any good at school next semester! Seriously, my saving grace!”

“Oh honey! What are aunts for!?”

“Oh! I know!” he realized, rushing into his closet. He bent down low to the double bottom shelf hidden, tucked back into the shadows at the back of the closet. His eyes swept over the other items already cast into hiding. A little bush of crumpled green bills, the greasy sheen of pornographic magazines with winking girls staring out at him, and a few slender cigarettes rolling around on the bottom. He gingerly lowered the laptop down into the shadowy hiding place before he felt a sudden tap at his shoulder.

He jolted, frightened that it could be his mother, but instead he turned around to see his sister’s face sneering out at him. “Nice collection, bro,” she muttered with a mixture of sarcasm and disapproval. Her lip wrinkled up and one brow lifted up with sassy question.

His ears quickly began to flush, realizing his sister looked down over his entire collection of printed porn. Both ears heated, practically burning with the heat of his pink ears. “Okay, come on. We don’t wanna-” He tried to shuffle her backwards out of the closet but she just leaned in closer and chuckled. “No harm in having a secret stash,” her eyes skimmed the closet again. “But Damn! That’s a lot of mags, isn’t it?” She suddenly hesitated, eyes zooming in on something before her hand darted out. “Wait! What is that?” Her fingers ducked down beneath on cover of the magazine she lifted out a pair of wispy, black pantyhose out. “Is that-” she gasped, “Mom’s?”

Augine panicked, reaching out for the little flag of black. “It’s from years ago! I just... I didn’t know where to throw it away!” He snatched it away, throwing it back into the drawer and quickly flickering the lock back closed and sealing it away once again.

Her eyes set on him in a hard, unwavering stare. He looked up, seeing the sharp disappointment. “God, she’s already mastering a ‘Mom’ look,” he thought with a shudder running down his spine. Her gaze just said, “I’m not upset, just disappointed” without her mouth doing a thing.

“God, I can’t believe him. Just... ick.” Kimberlee thought to herself, though her eyes swept over the drawer again, wondering if the little lacy top thigh-highs she’d lost had ended up here, but she saw nothing else within the pile of magazines. For a second, this observation actually made her pout, but she turned up her nose instead. “What you said, you’re not taking mine-” she hesitated a mere second, her judgement and her, dare she call it, jealousy battling momentarily. “Are you?”

She paused just long enough to reveal she was considering wanting the answer, but then she shook her head and turned towards the door once again. “Anyways, dinner is ready. Mom is asking you to come down.”

Augine nodded, spending another second securing his belongings before he stood and headed down the stairs. Even still on the steps, the scent of the wafting aroma of dinner hit him. He breathed in the dance of garlic and spices that swirled through the air with a grumble in his stomach. The table had been laid out to the nines. Their classy, but simplistic china laid out over top of a crisp table cloth. Candles flickered from the center while their matching serving dishes held a pile of garlic herb and olive oil pasta and salad and a bowl held bread. Sheryl already sat at the table while Monica was discarding her apron and settling onto the opposite side of the square table from her sister just as Augine sat across from his own sister.

They all dug in, breathing in and eagerly sampling the dinner. Augine twirled the fragrant pasta around his fork, stuffing his cheeks just as Sheryl perked up. “So, tell me, Augine. Has a lovely lady snagged you up yet?”

“Uh,” he gulped, chewing rapidly and forcing the food down. “Uh, nope. No. No girlfriend.”

“Oh! Well,” she paused, a little smile sneaking up onto her face. Her cheeks flushed with a warm hue as she crooned out a happy expression. “How about you, Kimberlee. Are you dating yet?”

Kimberlee flushed red, shaking her head. “No no. Not me!”

Monica dabbed a napkin beneath her lip, clearing her throat. “And yourself, Sheryl? Found a man yet?” Her eyes perked up, eyebrows raised into a sharp point. “Do you have a ring on your finger yet?” Her words came out one at a time, as though she’d planned them.

Sheryl’s eyes swept down, once again spotting the shimmer, blinking red of that ruby. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, just long enough that Monica’s brow lifted and her lip twitched into a slight grin before Sheryl gave a little shake. “Oh, no no. You know me, I don’t need a man!”

Augine gave a little cough, eager to change the subject from this prying direction. “So, uh, Aunt Sheryl! What do you do for a living? Is it the same as Mom?”

“Maybe I’ll finally find out exactly what Mom does for real!” he thought, an inkling of pride heating him up inside at his own clever idea.

Sheryl pursed her lips, looking as though she was thinking over exactly what to say, but certainly preparing to say something. Her lips pushed together, then parted with a faint pop, readying for words-

“She’s an art consultant-” Monica interrupted. “A very overpriced art consultant that made one big hit and landed rich. That’s all. Luck really.” Her eyes flicked across the table to her sibling, flashing a sharp glare at her before she plucked up her glass and took a long swallow.

Sheryl chuckled, curling her lips up into a sly grin that curled up one corner of her mouth while her eyes twinkled. “Yes, yes. One big hit was all I needed.”

Augine looked down at his empty plate, unsure what that entire exchange meant. “Every time Sheryl comes over...” he thought, mentally rolling his eyes. “I don’t know what the big deal is...”

“Well!” Monica interjected. “How about I bring out some dessert?” She stood, snagging them the elegant fruit tart she’d tucked into the fridge earlier. Glossy strawberries and blueberries intermingled within the bed of a golden crust while a thick, sweet custard hid beneath. One by one, they each received a piece onto their plates. The quiet sound of forks clinking and idle compliments filled the room as they finished with dessert, and then everyone parted ways into their rooms to prepare for the evening.

Augine headed upstairs, flopping out onto his bed with his phone in one hand and the other tucked behind his head for idle, lazy browsing over whatever had been updated, snapped, and shared while he was busy with dinner.

Rap Tap Tap

A sudden knocking rattled his door lightly. His brows knit together, but he swung his legs over and sat up before heading to open the door. Waiting behind the wood, his aunt stood with a small, coy sort of seductive smile on her lips. “Hey, Augine” she greeted, her fingertips resting on the center of her chest, seemingly itching down into her cleavage. “Can you help me pull down the guest bed? I really don’t know where the safety lever is located. I’d hate to hurt myself-” she paused, giving a muffled laugh. “Besides, I’m used to guest rooms where the bed is already there for you!”

His brows wrinkled together, confused; though not surprised. The bed was simple, but his aunt was always asking for something to be done for her that she could do herself. He shrugged, “Gotta be a host, right?” he thought to himself before he nodded towards the room. “I’ll show you then.”

He led the way back into the guest bedroom with his aunt trailing behind, the sound of her heels softly clicking against the carpet shadowing each of his own quiet footsteps. Stepping inside, he found she’d already unpacked, with some dresses hanging in the closet and one drawer open enough to show folded garments tucked inside, and a platter with tea and cookies sitting at the ready on the bedside table.

Augine headed right over to the bed, a murphy bed that tucked into the wall and allowed them to use the room for an exercise space or office when they didn’t have a guest in town. Augine leaned over to its small button that’d release the bed, and with a press, it slowly lowered itself to the ground. Then, for extra measure, he leaned into the closet and brought out the finishing comforter and pillows to top the sheets already waiting on the mattress to fully make the bed. He gently set the pillow down, realizing his aunt sat in one of the arm chairs askew to the bed, just watching him. Bed finished, he gave a nod and a smile and started to head out.

“Oh, wait a minute-” Sheryl murmured, patting the other chair. “Please, sit.”

Augine sighed, ever so quietly, but he sat down in the chair beside her.

“Would you like some tea?” she offered, already preparing the cup with a sprinkle of sugar and a splash of the warm, amber hued tea. Augine accepted the cup, sipping gingerly at the lid.

Sheryl smiled, curling up her lips and pushing up her cheekbones. She let out a content exhale and settled further into her seat. “This is going wonderfully...” she thought to herself, watching Augine swirl a spoon in his tea as she savored the moment a second longer.

“Now, I asked you in here for a reason, Augine” she began, waiting to continue till she saw his gaze. “I’d like your help with something.”

Augine’s brows knit together again, this time tight enough to crinkle in the skin of his forehead while his lips curled into an expectant pout. “Wonder what else she needs me to do...” he thought, a bit snobbishly before he remembered that beautiful gaming laptop in his closet. “Gotta be nice. Gotta be nice!” he remembered, putting on a smile. “Oh? What do you need?”

“You see, Augine... There’s a bit of background to this favor. A secret really, because of your mother-” she gave a small cough. “Anyways, that doesn’t matter. The thing is, to be blunt, the women in this family are, in fact, witches-”

Augine’s eyes went wide. “Nuh uh-” he blurted, not even thinking.

“I know it’s hard to believe, at first; but that’s why we can afford... our lifestyles.” Sheryl continued to explain.

“No way is my mother a witch” he retorted, shaking his head. He couldn’t see a witch pinching pennies and snipping coupons. Plus, no one’s own mother could be a witch! Though, a little part of him thought perhaps that explained her youthful appearance, so different from other mothers.

“Your mother is and I am. We’re witches. It’s a genetic lineage that passes through the females.” Sheryl smiled, starting to notice that before where Augine’s hand had jutted up above the chair, it was now firmly beneath the line of the top of the back, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy desperately trying to compute this information.

“Your grandmother too was a witch. She was the head witch of the entire family, and that ruby ring of hers- the one your mother has been flaunting about? It’s actually a powerful artifact. One of great power and magical protection. It should have been passed to me!”

Augine looked at his aunt, mouth opened to ask another question about this and how was it possible; but when he looked over at her, he realized she’d stood up and she seemed incredibly tall. He looked up to see the underside of her chin rather than her face. He blinked, further confusion hitting him though his brain wasn’t understanding this point-of-view.

His eyes darted down, looking to see if his aunt had stepped up onto something or changed shoes, but when he looked down, he realized the the chair had quadrupled in size! It was so big! Then his eyes went back up, seeing his aunt’s breasts from beneath now, with her face swimming way above in the fringe of his vision.

“What the hell? What is happening? Did she slip me something in that tea? Is this some big joke? Is this a prank?” He looked around for his sister, thinking somehow they’d bonded earlier and plotted to trick him for a silly video. “Are you gonna kidnap me? Is this why mom always seems to have an issue with gifts? Are you like a secret old pedophile?” His mind was racing, running through anything that would explain his aunt drugging him, telling him these crazy things.

He looked straight up. His eyes traveled up, up, up over his aunt’s thighs and stomach until her breasts obscured his view by jutting out, cutting him off. Above, he could see her face, eyes out of focus and shadowed with the amount of distance between them. Her lips were pursed in a satisfied expression while she leaned down slightly, looming over to look down at him.

“W-wait” he realized, suddenly. That the chair wasn’t smaller. He wasn’t drugged. He was literally, physically shrunken. He looked down at his hands, eyebrows knitting when he looked at them, holding them up they looked no smaller to him- at least in relation to the rest of his body and his own height and size- but when his eyes caught the sight of a button sewn into the design of the chair beneath him and his hand was about the same size, he gasped. “Oh my God!” He looked at the button, suddenly with such detail. “That button’s as big as my face!” He hesitated, blood draining out of his face. “No... My face... is the size... of that button. A button...”

“How is this even possible!?” he gasped out. His eyes swam over the room, trying to compute how everything could suddenly look so vast, so distant and far away. His breath started to come out in sharp puffs, verging on hyperventilating.

He looked down at himself, trying to surmise what was happening only to see a sudden sprouting of fur on his hand. “What the-!?” He turned his hand over only to see that fur already covered his entire palm in a down mixture of gray and white.

His eyes went wide, nearly bulging. He closed them, squeezing them tightly together for a second. “I’m dreaming. I laid down to look at Twitter, then I fell asleep. This is a dream. Only a dream. A fucked up, weird-ass dream, but just a dream. Now, I’ll wake up!”

His eyes popped open once again, only seeing the exact same sigh of fur quickly crawling up his wrist now, moving to replace the sparse bit of arm hair he had with an actual blanketing coat of fur! The fur continued upwards, sprouting out into the midst of his arm hair at first, making it thicker and thicker until his skin didn’t show through at all. Then, he could feel the itching sensation of its growth continuing up to his shoulder, rolling down his back as he shifted and moved uncomfortably as the fur grew down his entire back. With a sudden yelp, he felt a pinch at the back of his spine. “What is this? What is even happening?” he blurted out, so confused by this transformation.

His eyes swam upwards, searching for some sort of explanation, comfort, or assistance. Instead though, his aunt just stood over him. He met the smooth side of her shoe when he looked out, everything else swam upwards, going above his head. The long stretch of her smooth legs led up to her skirt, stomach, then breasts. And what was she doing? While he panicked, changing into something and shrinking?!

She swirled her spoon into her tea, idly sipping. The only sound she made was the soft metallic clink of her spoon on the cup. While Augine made a flurry of noise, huffing and puffing out panicking exhales. He shifted, looking down to realize his legs were now covered in fur. He could see the tufts of grey poking out beneath his pants. “H-how? What is this?”

“What the heck is happening?” he called out, but instead of hearing his own voice, he heard a high pitched squeak. “What is this?” he called again, trying to be heard over the squeaking noise, but again the schriek replaced his voice.

“Oh my goodness. My voice!” he realized, gasping out again. “My voice is gone? What is happening?” Without his voice, a fresh wave of panic set in. He couldn’t call for help. He couldn’t explain himself. He couldn’t even plead for mercy. Whatever was happening, whatever she planned; he had even less power with each and every stage of the transformation.

He felt something suddenly hit the back of his leg. He jumped, looking behind him in a jolt. His eyes suddenly bulged, realizing that what hit him was a thin, leathery tail? “What? Is that... a tail?” he stammered, whimpering to himself. If he focused, he could now feel a small stub on the back of his spine, a growth that seemed to protrude out from his back, shifting his center of balance just slightly.

Sheryl smiled at this little squeaking cry. “Good, good” she muttered, shifting just slightly on the carpet took pluck up his tea cup. When she moved, a deep creak sounded from the floor, shaking Augine in his chair slightly. He shuddered, moving to leap off the edge of the seat. “She’s nuts! She’s a witch! She’s actually a witch!” He was fully accepting the flight option over fighting this humongous version of his aunt. But, when he hit the edge of the seat, he looked down.

The floor was way, way down from where he sat on the edge of the cushion. He felt as though he looked down into the cavern of a great canyon, when he was only sitting on the edge of an armchair. He actually squinted a bit to see the grain of the wood jump into focus. “Wow! How tall is this?” he thought to himself, his breath catching in his throat. Sheryl shifted back, once again rattling the chair just enough that Augine felt one foot slip!

His weight moved with his foot, sending his suddenly toppling forward. He felt all his limbs suddenly floating, no pressure on any of them while the air whistled past his ears. He flailed, struggling to feel how his body now moved and worked. He thrashed harder, trying to slow himself.

“Ahh!” He let out a cry, full of his deep fright though out of his mouth it was a high-pitched, squealing shriek that disappeared into the normal rush of household sounds.

He rushed through the air, plopping onto the ground with a sudden, dull ringing in his head while his entire body absorbed the impact with a sharp thud. Blinking, scared and disoriented, he craned his neck back again. Sheryl looked down into his teacup, inspecting it. “Mm... Good. Every drop is all gone!” she murmured to herself before she looked down at him again, bending a bit to address him way down there on the floor! His eyes went huge, looking up at her. “Did she really drug me?” He wondered, feeling his heart still just racing, racing, racing at this issue. His own aunt had tricked him into this mess. “She tricked me! She tricked me into this!”

“Don’t bother, dear!” she assured him, waving a hand down towards where he sat. “Just relax! Shh! Shh! I won’t hurt you! You’re just becoming a rat, a little, rodent rat!”

Augine’s eyes went wide as quarters- which was much more impressive since his entire body had shrunk down to a tiny version while the structure of his body began to rapidly change. “A rat? Like... Like a pet? Like foot for snakes? And cats?” A shudder raced down his spine, the instinctual fear of being prey.

“Just becoming a rat? Like no-big-deal? Just changing my entire body?!” The gray fur, the size, the naked, bare skin tail behind him all began to come together. He could see all the pieces slowly transforming him into a rat. He looked down, seeing more fur coating over his bare feet. His toes had started to tighten in and shrink while his nails grew, thickening and curling into a sharper point of tiny claws on the ends. “How is this happening? What? Why? Why am I a rat?”

Once again, even though in his mind his words sounded utterly normal, when they left his lips they only sounded out in little squeaks, eeks, and squeals. He felt a small tremor in his body, and he looked feverishly around in time to see his view changing yet again as he began to shrink even more. Everytime he caught sight of himself, he could see the fur thickening, spreading to cover each and every inch of his entire frame. If he turned, he’d see the tail whipping behind him in his anxiety. Atop his head, where he couldn’t see, ears sprouted atop his head in little flopped crescents. His face too had begun to stretch forward, elongating into a muzzle.

“No! Oh! No! Nonono!” He started to panic, jumping to the side. His back legs gave him an extra bounce, but suddenly he felt himself falling forward onto his arms which were now becoming only front legs. His thumb, giving him such control as a human, melted away. He felt his heart pumping in his entire body. The pulse of the racing beat pounded in his chest and down through his entire frame, urging him to move, escape! He jolted, preparing to try and run.

He looked back over, partially over his shoulder as he started to move forward. His view, even shorter now, gave him a direct angle up underneath the older woman’s skirt. The edges of the fabric fluttered around her knees before her shadowed thighs, bare and a tanned, continued up to the satin shape of her sex hidden beneath panties. For a second, his teenaged boy eyes locked onto the sight of the panties. He could almost see the shadows outline where her lower lips sat underneath that cotton veil. With a little shudder, he shook his head and jolted the vision away. He squeaked, only more horrified to find himself staring at such a sight before suddenly, he saw the bottom of her shoe moving towards him!

In slow motion, as her foot lifted, he saw the point of the heel moving through the air. It came to a sharp, blade like point at the end in a classic stiletto shape before it was the sole that began to fly towards him. He could see the dust and scuffs from all the wear, the little splotches and stains or discoloration headed right towards him. Shifted, angled right at him, the heel became like an actual weapon, pointed straight down onto where he stood. His eyes grew wider and wider. The little scrapes on her shoe became to clarify. He could have traced all the marks on the bottom of those worn heels as they flew downwards to him. “I’m going to be crushed! I woke up today, alive; and now I’m going to die!” he thought, heart starting to race even faster. The heel gave a little whistle in the air.

But then, amidst the mess of scuff and scratches, a bit of the original coating on the heel’s sole showed through. In a small sliver of the shining, smooth, reflective bottom of glossy finish meant to complete the elegant look of the entire heel. As it closed down towards him, moving closer and closer, he caught a glimpse of himself beamed back at him in that supple coating. His face had stretched forward into an elongated muzzle covered in gray fuzz while his eyes had shrunk, becoming mere beads of dark black. Fleshy, crescent-shaped ears flicked atop his head. He was a rat. He was really a rat.

Then, in real time, it stomped right beside him with an echoing bang! The floor around him gave a dull vibration, bouncing him up into the air slightly.

“Ack!” Augine jumped backwards, barely moving in comparison to the distance she covered with a mere shift of her foot to nudge him back forward again. Her shoe, that heeled foot, like a giant next to him. He had to look up to see her ankle! “I’m smaller than a shoe! A shoe!” he realized. A washing, crashing wave of helplessness struck him.

His spine gave a little shake and he started to tremble. His body went slack, no longer darting around in any attempts to escape. “What’s the point? I couldn’t get under the bed before she could just squash me!” he thought, bitterly, terrified and defeated.

She crouched down over him, plucking him up by his tail. As he lifted off the ground, all his legs flailed around. He kicked, hard, with all his might! But all his kicking only made him spin around by his butt end. She held him with just two fingers, that’s all it took to make him useless.

“I’m so sorry,” she started. “I mean you no ill will, Augine. You’re my nephew!” She brought one hand up, cupping it beneath him to set him down onto the soft cushion of her palm. His entire body fit on the small circle of her hand. “I’m so small!” he thought, looking up at the way her fingers could curl around his entire body. “I’m barely anything!” He ruffled his fur up, feeling a rush of irritability at being jostled around coupling with the fear he felt pounding through his frame.

“You see, Augine... My sister was able to get that ring just because she was older! Just because of a silly thing like age! But she isn’t going to use it right! Is that fair? Hmm? No! It’s not fair!” She let out a long, slow sigh. One hand stretched out over top of him. He shuddered beneath the sudden looming power of her fingers, they could crush him! Squash him!

Instead though, her fingers floated above him, harmlessly. A single finger rubbed down his side, moving to pet along his soft stomach, rolling him over onto his back. He writhed, but she didn’t notice. She looked up and away from him, lost in her monologue. Her eyes were glazed and distant as she pictured her trouble.

“Remember how she cockblocks your gifts all the time? Always taking things, with no reason at all? She won’t let you have any nice things...” She pouted her lips together, shaking her head. One hand lifted in front of her chest, clenching into a small fist, envisioning these crimes someone had committed misusing their magic.

Augine recalled the entire list of gifts his Aunt Sheryl had bestowed- designers jeans perfectly torn at the knees, yet durable all over everywhere else, a tropical fish tank, band tickets, a hoverboard- and each one his mother took away, no matter how much he pleaded, no matter how good he was, no matter anything!

“Now just imagine if you had to deal with that kind of person every day of your life! Party pooping your fun! Your fun as a witch! That’s what’s happened to me when she got the ring, you know! She took it all away! She doesn’t do anything with her magic, but I do! I use it! I would get much better use out of it!” She sighed again, shaking her head. Augine looked up at her, knitting his brow together.

“I mean... that kinda... make sense. Mom is pretty uptight, and if she has magic; I would never know! I bet Aunt Sheryl would buy us anything, make life amazing if she were our mom with her magic!” He started to nod, understanding her concerns. “Yeah... Yeah! Mom is super uptight! She’s just... so controlling! She’d never let go with magic! Never use it to it’s full potential, would she? No! Never... No way... Probably against something Benjamin Franklin said... “Witches must never enjoy themselves, blah blah blah, I’m a smart man with fake hair! I think everything is ingenious!”

“But if I had the ring, I would be able to officially set the rules in this house! Hell!” she beamed, “I could get you and your sister all the nice gifts you wanted and more!” Aunt Sheryl raised her hand in a flourish. She bounced Augine around on her palm in her excitement, churning his stomach with all the movement. She didn’t even notice as he swayed towards one side, threatening almost to teeter right off and fall. “Oh my gosh!” he thought, trying to hold onto her hand with his small claws, but she steadied before he could do anything.

Augine suddenly saw her eyes light up, envisioning this future in a mildly nauseous blur, but his own mind suddenly raced too. He saw that gaming laptop hidden in his laptop, but it moved onto his desk. No! It moved onto a new, sleek black desk built for gaming. He saw a massive hard drive and graphics amplifier. “A HUGE screen too!” Augine gave a small gasp. “All the games I want... Anything at all... I’d have the best set-up, a car? I bet I could get a car!”

“I could have all that...” he whispered inside his skull, picturing it. “Wait a second-” She’d distracted him with his potential future, but she never explained how her plan actually used him as a rat!

“So why am I a rat!?” he demanded, fiercely; but all that left his mouth was a measly little squeak. “God damn it!” he shouted in his head, he tried to make a fist to shake and pound, but his hand wasn’t his anymore! He didn’t have a thumb to angrily tuck over the other fingers. He just had the little, flesh paw of a rat! “Why! Why?! WHY!?”

Sheryl gave a hearty laugh, rolling her eyes, so very unsympathetic to his frustration. He wanted to scream, but he didn’t want to hear his full, manly gurgle of anger come out as some howling shriek in this high-pitched rat’s body so he bit his tongue.

“Uhm. Yes. I can’t understand you!” Sheryl laughed, wiggling her hand about. “But, you’re probably wondering why I did this to you!” She let out a sigh, becoming more serious as her lips pressed together. She bent down, lowering him all the way to the floor- a journey that made him feel smaller than ever once again. When his feet finally set back down onto the carpeting, she leaned over him again. Her face swam far above his like the moon in the sky. He was just a speck and she was the moon.

“God! I’m so small! So helpless!” he thought, bitterly. She was a giant compared to him. She could crush him, throw him. “A drop from her hand up there... would I have died? Would I have survived even that this small?”

“You see, I cannot get the ring myself. Monica is eyeing me like a hawk. If I went anywhere near her or her room, physically or magically, she’d be onto me! She'd stop me, and then we’d never get another chance to snag the ring from her bony fingers!” Augine couldn’t quite see it, his vision was so vast from way beneath her, but she looked as though her hands had clenched tight enough to whiten the knuckles as she spoke. But, then she gave a wobbling giggle. “The bottom line is, I can’t do it! She’d catch onto me so fast! But you can!”

She knelt closer to him, bending her knees and leaning in right over him. Her chin alone cast a shadow deep enough to cover his entire body. She blocked out the light above, glowing down from the ceiling, leaving him in ominous darkness beneath her. It sent a shiver down his spine. “In your current form, you can sneak into her room when she’s there and snatch the ring without drawing any attention!” Augine pursed his lips, at least he imagined he was though his furry rat face just sat there blankly.

“Hmm... This seems pretty easy... Nothing too bad. I mean, it’s just a ring. Who would even notice a little rat scurrying around! You’d be basically invisible. What’s the harm just to get Aunt Sheryl to relax, plus the gifts!”

She knelt in front of him, actually pressing her knees into the carpet so she sat in front of him. Her fingers actually clasped together, pleadingly. “Please, please help me!” she begged him, widening her eyes into big, soulful question marks.

Augine thought about it. He tried to mentally run through a list of pros and cons. “What’s the harm really? Mom never uses her magic so it’s no big deal for her to lose it, right? We’re doing alright without the ring, and if Sheryl is going to be so giving with her magic, then if we needed anything I could just ask her...”

He looked at his aunt’s face. She looked so genuinely hopeful and pleading with him. He felt his chest puff up a bit with pride. “Besides, she asked me to help her! That must mean something! And here, I thought Kimberlee was her favorite niece over me! They always talk so much, but she did ask me!”

Suddenly, Sheryl broke into a smile whether it was because she could tell his reasoning was moving in her favor or because she’s simply got bored waiting with her façade held. The big doleful eyes suddenly crinkled up with a grin on either side and her lips, before held in a serious pout, broke apart in a wide, toothy grin that stretched up from ear to ear. “In any case, I need the ring to change you back now!” She said it so casually, just throwing it out.

“What?” Augine blinked. He had to replay the moment in his head, it happened so fast. Her words echoed once for him. His eyes ran over her face again, trying to catch a hint of that same hopeful, sympathetic type expression, but it’d seemed to have melted away. Not a shred of the same, pleading look even lingered on her face, just a bit of a prideful, content grin instead.

“D-did she play me?” he thought, very faintly in the back of his mind. His heart gave a pitter patter, a worried little jolt. He saw, a brief flash, of his life in the same cage as his sisters’ rats.

“Noo! She’s my aunt! She’s just... happy because she can tell I want to help! Obviously!” But, his eyes still hovered over her face, unsure. Another short tremor went down his spine, he felt it titter down the length of his tail and make it shudder. While the majority of his mind agreed, she was his aunt and she just wanted his help to avoid family drama; but there was a smaller part that hid in the back of his mind. Something in her hopeful expression seemed false, something sparkled in her eyes that seemed excited, not worried at the outcome of this. Her promises were so grand, how could they really be true; but he pushed down that voice. She was a witch, so of course she promised much! It was magic! Magic was... well, magical! Augine put his belief in his aunt, decided to trust her utterly.

Internally, Sheryl was nothing but smugness. A warm, spreading sensation of glee filled her chest. Her fingers wiggled together, envisioning that big ruby sat on her finger, ebbing with all that power down into her bloodstream. She could almost taste the sweetness of limitless magic on her tongue. Her stomach blossomed with the churning excitement, the butterflies of impending delight. She could feel the power already inflating her mind, filling her with that all wielding stance to make the rules. “Oh yes, this is all I need. If he believes in this, in me... This will be perfect. All I need is him to believe in this whole thing! Then I will have it, the ring will be mine!”

“Now! Just scurry along and get the ring, and then you’ll be back to yourself in no time!” Sheryl said, waving him towards the door. Augine hesitated a moment longer, staring up at his aunt in disbelief at how relaxed she was about this, but he didn’t know anything else.

“I mean I get the ring or I stay a rat?” he thought to himself, stomach bubbling once at that idea. “I guess I try and get the ring!” He started forward towards the door. His aunt cracked it open, allowing him the space to escape through the small opening. Augine crept forward, taking an extreme amount of energy to make it across the room. He paused at that opening, huffing. “Gee, it’s gonna be a marathon just to get to mom’s room...” His eyes traveled up the hall to where his mother’s room was, up another half flight of stairs to the uppermost floor. “Here goes... nothing.” He started up the hall. His short legs churned beneath him, pounding onto the floor to try and keep himself moving up towards that open door. His breath started to come in huffs and a small burn began in his legs by the time he reached her door, with just a crack showing into her lone living space.

Pivoting, he turned into her room, staying tucked in tight to the wall to scan over the room and find where Monica was. He found her, stretched out on her vintage chaise lounge set askew in the corner seating area of her bedroom. Her feet were bare, stretched out over top of a blanket. Long, pale legs stretched upwards, revealing nothing covering her except a shred of panties. Augine’s eyes went huge. His mother held a novel in front of her, partially obscuring the actual nipple of her full, bare breasts. She held the book loosely, letting her elbows rest at her sides to hold the pages stretched open across her chest. He could see the smooth, silky underside of her breasts and the top crease of supple cleavage, but the book itself acted as a censoring bar across her nipples. He gulped. His eyes backtracked, following over top of the curves of her hips, broken only by the thin strap of her panties and nothing else. Her thighs were pressed together, melting into herself as she relaxed, so he could see only the front of her panties and not the definition of her lush lower lips beneath.

“Keep it together!” he suddenly scolded himself, looking down at his feet with a huff. For a second, only the image of her nearly naked body filled his mind, but he redirected himself. “Gotta find the ring! Find the ring, get out!”

“Where is it?” His eyes began to swim over the room, searching for that particular glinting red. Then, he spotted it. A sparkle caught his eyes on the glass sea table that sat right in the center room, easily moved when she wanted to move her cup about with her. “Damn. If I went there... I’d be in full view!”

His eyes darted back, check on Monica. She hadn’t moved at all. Her eyes were locked on her book, merely scanning across the pages as she read. “If she just keeps reading.... She’d never notice me, but...” He hesitated, unsure if he should risk it. “But this might be the best chance I get!”

“This has to be it! This is my window!” he decided. “But how do I get up onto the table?” He noticed that the table was moderately close to the bed. “I could use the bedsheet for traction and then jump onto it!”

He jolted forward, prepared and planned to get to the rin. He charged towards it, working those little legs. They pumped beneath him, throwing him forward, but a sudden chime rang out through the room. The clock!

“Oh, it’s already that late?” A soft mumble sounded from his mother’s chair before the distinct creak of the chair’s aging wood groaned out. The soft whine of the floor beneath his mother’s feet sounded as she stood.

“Oh my god! Oh! God! Where to go? Where to go?” Augine looked around, frantic. “Ah! The bed! I’ll just hide right under!” He leapt forward, rushing forward, but suddenly something landed on his head. Darkness cloaked over him, the fabric blocking out the light except for a faint bit of filtered glow. Warmth radiated off from it’s surface while he felt dampness on the fur of his back. He froze stiff, not daring to move until he knew what was happening right now.

“What is this?” he asked himself, confused by the heat against his entire small body and the feeling of clammy wetness that came with. Suddenly, feet thundered on the floor around him. He felt the vibration of the floor beneath him while his small body jostled with the motion.

With his body completely still, he just took the moving from the floor, let it rustle the fabric over top of him. He pulled his tail in tight, but then just froze. “What’s happening?” he thought, begging his body not to twitch or shake.

The distinct click of the television remote sounded somewhere above him before he heard the faint hum of the television buzzing to life. “Helloooo America! Are you ready to feel the burn?!” The television cried out, a cheerful voice only amplified by the electronic speakers.

His face pressed into the fabric, eyes squinted to focus through the veil. He could see two legs rising up towards the sky like skyscrapers usually did if he’d been strolling on the road. He saw the glistening pink of an ankle, then the distant side of a calf, before the rest became a mere cast of the rest of the leg went on. “Is that Mom?” he thought, trying to use this question to distance himself from the instant thirst he felt to stroke up that expanse of smooth skin. It glistened, seemingly inviting the hand. He gulped, still staring.

Then, up where the legs began to fade into the ‘sky’ he could see the smooth curve of an ass mounding out above his head. The fading shadow of the definition between each hemisphere drew his eyes up to the top of her rump. The smooth, shadow of the crease was utterly naked and bare with the cool tones of her nude flesh visible through the obscuring veil of cloth.

Then, dipping down again, his eyes actually found the slit of a bare crotch. Partially obscured by the shadows of depth and distance, plus the physical barrier he hid beneath, her pussy hovered somewhere above his head, utterly naked. The faint bit of natural moisture glittered out around the opening of her sex. His eyes went huge, “Wait... If she’s... If that’s... She’s... naked?” Even his head, the word came out a whispered hiss. “Then this... is her panties!” His entire body jolted. Suddenly, the heat made so much sense. The heat from her body! That radiated off from her sex! The dampness was her juices, soaked right into the fabric and now pressing into his fur!

His nose flared, suddenly sucking into the scent that clung to her panties. He suddenly realized it had just made a cloud around him, coating him in that earthy, rich sweetness. He sucked it in, part of him blissfully content at this. “God, I never imagined it smelled so good-” he almost gasped, shocked to even have verbalized it mentally, but his nose kept huffing, drinking in the scent of her, so rich and womanly and utterly forbidden. He couldn’t breath anything else. Her panties cloaked his entire world down here, dark and damp, surrounded by her essence. To make matters worse, his nose was enhanced by the rat’s own animal qualities. The rat’s sense of smell was utterly unique in not only it’s strength, stronger than an average human, but also its ability to detect the traces of pheromones in bodily fluids. He breathed in her pheromones with every breath, meant to tempt a mate or at least murmur of her readiness. His body seemed triggered by this, every muscle buzzing with life and eagerness while blood rushed towards his groin.

“And she’s up there? Naked?” He sucked in a breath, only sucking in her scent. He could practically taste her on his tongue. He swallowed, mind racing. He didn’t know what to do with the information that his mother was naked above him. He caught glimpses of her in a towel or re-adjusting a top. These moments showed whispers of a butt cheek, a glimpse of cleavage, a glance at those long bare legs and lush shoulders; but nothing like a full, bare body right above him.

His eyes pressed forward, looking through the fabric intensely. He fought to see perfectly. He traced up her smooth legs, drooling over the tightness in her thighs. Her skin had just a kiss of color, but was otherwise a creamy shade like porcelain, showing no ails of time or age at all.

Then, atop her smooth legs, was her tight butt. One could tell, at a glance, that she had a regime. She had too much tight, controlled bounce in her toosh to be entirely natural, yet it was perfected by a consistent workout. It blossomed out in a smooth arc, perfectly cuppable. Augine longed to grab on, to feel that squish within his palm, to knead his fingers into the soft, supple flesh.

In between two thighs, clouded in shadows, he could make out the slit of her sex. She’d stripped down entirely, leaving herself bare. He could see how her wetness glistened. His eyes searched for the bud of her clit, seeing the shadow it cast, but now to pinky button itself. He swallowed, licking out over his upper lip. His body felt flushed with heat, breathing hitchy.

“Ready for a warm up!” The television interrupted. Background music started to pulse out. The voice chirped, high and enthusiastic no matter the time of night. The feet, hovering only a foot or so away from where he sat, started to roll from heel to balls and back in a little boxer’s shuffle. Augine’s eyes swam up, searching for the bounce of her juicy breasts in the air as she began to move. But, then the signature intro rush of sound followed the introduction to Monica’s favorite evening show.

“Oh shit” Augine blanched. That voice meant it was time for the Midwestern Evening Sweat Fest! His mother’s evening exercise program she watched and followed along to every night! “I can’t possibly right now! I’d be seen as soon as I moved!” His heart started to race. “I’ve got to stay here then and wait for a time to escape!” His eyes wandered up again, watching her body as she began to warm up with that bouncy shuffle. Even as his chest pounded with rising terror, he couldn’t fully pull himself from the riveting display of nudity above him.

The evening’s first background song began in full swing, pumping with electronic pop as the leading star began to jump from foot to foot. “Get those bodies warm! Feel your heart pumping!? Think about your day! All those frustrations! Did someone at work steal your stapler? Did you get stuck on a project for hours? Did your family stress you out? Whatever it is, it’s time to burn it off! Sweat it off and then sleep well! Ready!? Get jumping! Feel your heart!”

Augine’s eyes swam around behind the veil of fabric, looking out to his mom’s body starting to jostle on the carpeting. She had moved from a boxer’s shuffle into baby jumping jacks. Her breasts bounced with every single jump, jostling on her chest. Her legs tightened, working the muscles that kept them toned and tight. Augine felt his jaw slacken, feeling himself being sucked into this display.

He watched the muscles pulse, tightening up when she prepared each bounce. Her legs spread wide with the jack, parting her thighs from each other and revealing more of what lay hidden just within. Augine squinted up, struggling to the see the details of her velveteen lower lips. Droplets of liquid flung down from her sex, tiny little speckles of her glittering juices. Her lips parted, yawning a part to reveal the pink of her innermost folds. The rat's eyes strained to see more detail of her lush sex so far above him.

When her legs jolted shut, both hands stretched up over top of her head, her breasts would bounce up to their perkiest height leaping up onto her chest. Augine could see, vaguely, the small peak of her nipple jutting out from the cool, pale shade of her mountainous breast.

"Okay, everyone! Let's switch it up! Stretch out your hips! Start doing some circle rolls!" The woman on the screen demonstrated- extra slow- the move of bending partially and shifting to one side, then rolling around on the hips to the center once again, and back again. The move sent the butt jutting backwards and the hips waving in the circular move. Then, Monica started it herself. Augine watched with wide eyes as her hands moved up onto her naked hips. Her fingertips just whisked over the flesh of her thighs, gliding upwards towards the widest portion of her full form. As she began, her ass pushed backwards. From his lowered vantage point, veiled vaguely through the silky cotton, Augine drank in the sight of her broad rump from below. So juicy, soft and gropable; it seemed to invite touch. The flush of exercise started to show on her body, dotting a rosy hue of pink over her flesh. Her skin glowed with the sheen of her warm-up.

"God-" Augine suddenly snapped his attention downwards. "What are you doing?!" he asked himself. "You should be trying to get out of here! Not staring at her! God!" he swore, but his eyes quickly started to wander upwards again. She had started to lean forward in the finish of the motion, sending her breasts waving down. The dot of her nipple dipped down, as though she offered it down to Augine below her. He almost whimpered at the mere idea of that.

"Girls! Boys! Everyone! I bet you're just starting to feel it now! Now that your blood is pumping a bit! You feel a bit hot, flushed- That's perfect! Now we're going to get a bit more intense! Let's warm up those muscles with our challenge exercise! This month we're doing the 1,000 squat challenge! You know what that means! Ready for your nightly drops!?" A chorus of cheers played out of the television. "Get into your stance!"

Augine watched with an open mouth as his mother's legs nudged apart from one another. Once again, her lower lips pulled apart from one another, revealing the hot pink flush that hid inside those folds. Silently, he whimpered with anticipation for what came next.

"Now let's drop those booties! Nice and slow! Keep your knees behind your toes! Drop that butt like there's a chair there!" The TV personality instructed, cheerful even as she dropped into a deep squat. Then, Monica began to mirror the motion. Her butt pushed right out, revealing its full size before she began to lower it. Augine's entire body started to quiver like a leaf on a jutting branch, captured in the wind. He couldn't help it. His body coursed with a mixture of pleasure and pure terror.

She squatted right over him, giving him an intensified upskirt with her ass framing in a heart around the slit of her sex all spread wide and bright pink and flushed. "Oh my God… Oh my God…" Augine muttered to himself, utterly lost in this vision of her. One after another, she copied the squats on the screen, dropping low enough Augine could smell her scent intensifying as the fresh smell of her sex above mixed with the scent of the panties draped over his body like a tent. Her ass cheeks would pull apart from one another as she dropped so low to the ground and he'd seen her entire slit, spread and on display. The tight hole of her ass blinked out while the rosy pink of her cunt just glistened there.

"Good! Now take it up a notch! Try a jump squat! Squat low! Lower, you can do this! Push yourself! Good, now build you power in your legs! Feel it there, now spring up! Leap for your ceiling! Arms up! Do it!" Monica leap up from her squat, arms both over her head with fingertips outstretched for the ceiling high above.

"Land in a squat! Drop right down! Keep going! Squat, jump, squat! Squat, jump, squat!" Chanting encouragements, the television guide became a mere background noise as Monica's feet crashed down inches from where Augine huddled beneath her under garment. He almost yelped, feeling his entire body jolt because her foot sent a sudden whoosh through the floor! His heart started to pulse, watching her squat down in preparation for another jump. "God! She's gonna land on me! What happens if she crushes me! Am I dead? I'd die!?" His heart pounded in his chest, hard enough he heard it in his ears, thudding on either side of his skull. "I gotta get out of here! Maybe she won't notice if I just run to the bed!" But, his eyes wandered.

Suddenly, with this new exercise pushing her entire body, Monica began to glisten with sweat. Little beads of salty gloss began to trickle down her legs, following the smooth, supple curvature of her body. Droplets escaped when she moved, dribbling down right onto Augine's head. He could smell her scent building in the air. A thick, earthy scent, tinged with a spicy, salty flavor as her body worked itself. For a second, Augine felt himself caught in the exact middle from ecstasy and terror. His body teetered between the two: his pounding heart supplied the rushing blood for both, his jumpy and tittering appearance fit too with either fear or intense arousal driving the shaking motions around his frame. His eyes couldn't pull away from the sight of her toned, yet curvy body moving above him, but his thoughts kept rolling back to the danger he was in.

"Why don't we move onto our next set now! One more final burst of cardio, then I'll let everyone stretch it out!" Her hands clapped. Monica, above, stopped her squats and started back into a boxer's shuffle, moving back and forth between her feet. "Let's go for those butt kicks! Get those feet high! Push it!"

Monica jumped into action, starting to pump her legs up towards her ass. Her butt jostled beneath the force of each touch, wobbling and jiggling above him. Augine let out a long, drawn out exhale as he watched her body move. Augine watched her breasts bounce, her ass move, and her legs pumping and working.

“Good! Good! Keep the energy high! Don’t slow down! Let’s go into some core working cardio! Drop down onto your carpet or exercise matt! Then, lift those legs up and get ready for some bicycle crunches! You’re going to tighten those abs up and pump those legs like a bike, leaning one elbow towards the opposite leg each time!”

Monica dropped towards the ground. Augine watched with his mouth agape as she laid back to the side, stretched her legs right over top of where her panties lay out on the floor- with the quivering rat hidden beneath. “How good are her abs!?” he thought, with a pulse of fear shooting down his spine. If her legs dropped out of the perfect, straight movement jutting downwards, she'd kick her heel right into him or crush him from above!

“Now that you’re ready... Let’s count them together, lift those legs up, and then work!” Monica pushed one leg down, pulling the other up while her elbow reached towards it in a semi-crunch motion. Augine felt the whoosh of her leg fly above his head. He bent lower to the ground, trying to avoid having her catch his head with a low-hanging push; but thankfully, her abs were strong enough that every motion was crisp and controlled.

“One and Two! Three! Four! Five! You got it! That’s it! Six! Woo! Seven! Eight! Nearing ten, let’s go! Nine! Annnnd Ten!” A cheer erupted from the screen. “Good job! First set done, now push for another set!” Set after set, Monica’s legs flew past over head. Augine would flinch with each one, fearing that she’d kick his head right off with those toned, tight legs. The tension in her calves awed him each time, down to her toes was tensed and controlled the entire motion.

However, with each additional set, the strain on her abdominals grew until her feet did start to dip ever so slightly. “I know you’re tired, but push it! Push it to the limit! This is the end of your day! Use up all that extra energy now! Drain it out! After this you’ll relax and go to bed, but right now push it!” The television urged, driving Monica to keep pushing her legs out and crunching up to her knee over and over.

Her leg thrust out into the stretched position, heel bobbing down as her muscles faltered. Augine felt her heel graze over the panties. He crouched down to the floor, begging that she wouldn’t notice anything but the panties under her foot. His breath caught in his throat, freezing there until she’d started into the next motion. “Phew!” he gasped out, his heart still hammering inside the cavity of his chest. Then, the opposite foot copied the same, this time actually thunking to the ground right beside him. He saw her toes, in up close detail, each one painted a ruby shade of red. The color had been applied perfectly, leaving no streaks of escaping color on each of her rounded, trim nails. Each one formed a perfect, uniform curve at the tip before the cuticles melded flawlessly the divide between nail and foot. The color didn’t bleed, streak, or chip on even the smallest corner. It truly was a perfect pedicure from pinky to big toe on both feet. “Cheeky-” he muttered realizing the red shade of polish perfectly matched the deep shade of the ruby gem in the ring, hoping he could humor himself out of his shivering state of fear, but it didn’t work.

Yet even as her foot whisked down towards him, threatening a pancake state for him, he couldn’t help but drink in the sight. The mass of her foot alone was so big. She covered his entire body in the shadow of the dropping foot. It loomed over him, dangerous in its size, yet Augine couldn’t help himself: “God, it’s just perfect...”

The arch was so smooth, just a stretch of unmarred honey skin, no dry patches or strange whorls in the skin, just pure perfection. The curvature was so subtle, lifting just slightly into that arching shape in the center of her sole. He imagined how it’d feel to draw his tongue up along the arch, tasting that collection of sweat that he could see in a glossy sheen. He could tell, just by looking that the skin would be lush, soft and silky to the touch. “I bet it’s just soft...” He almost whispered, swallowing dryly. Her toes curled partially in the air, as though stretching out her toes while she warmed up into her exercises more. He could see them flex and wiggle in the air, perfectly extending out from that arching curl of her sole’s shape.

The balls of her feet were perfect too, buffed and gleaming with just the softest sheen of sweat and nothing else. The skin was just a perfect shade of warmed alabaster, not the pale that lacks life, but the pale of statues with a cold sort of perfection now brought to life by the warmth of her exercising and the faint sheen of sweat dabbling down her body. “How does she even get that? It’s so perfect? You’d think she just never used her feet at all!” Yet, there she was, exercising hard for the second time that day to maintain her glorious figure. Her feet got plenty of use, they were just naturally gifted and then well maintained.

He could see the lines defining each toe, gently contoured out onto the rest of her foot. Each toe was slender, yet rounded at the end giving them a perfect tapering appearance at the far end of her entire foot. Like it’d be designed purposely, they were slender and dainty, but plump enough just to look soft and inviting to the touch. Then, her smooth, ankles followed neither too bony or plump in the same soft of exacting balance. He didn’t know her exact shoe size, but he knew she must have been on the smaller end, but not tiny. “Probably a seven-” Augine thought, idly deciding it based on the perfect concoction of dainty beauty and balanced sizing. Her calf that led up from a slender ankle were strong, straining and showing the definition in the muscles. Every time her leg pumped out, he saw all the muscles in her leg strain. She had so much power hiding just beneath the skin there. “Certainly enough to crush me...” Augine thought bitterly, though with a hint of awe. Augine eyes strained, pressing into the fabric to capture a last glimpse at her foot before it moved back up her body into the crunch and it’s carbon copy flew past his head once again.

Even as her foot pulled away though, he had it captured in his mind. He had a perfectly captured mental snapshot of the way the arch curved up in the underside of her foot while the healthy shape of her toes let up into her ankle on the faintest mound of glossy, warm skin on the upperside. He could see each perfect toe, buffed and polished to a shining finish while each nail made a perfect rounded tip mimicking the rounded shape of her toe itself. He felt the rush of air from her other foot coming out and he ducked down, hiding his line of vision in his protective crouch.

“Feeling the burn in those six packs yet?” A sudden chime came from the screen, alerting everyone who’d dropped to their floor to do crunches that they could now stand back up. Monica leapt to her feet, shuffling and kicking to loosen up her joints once again.

“Let’s loosen up those bodies once again! Everybody, start into some dancing!” Music started to thrum through the speakers, a sharp beat leading the majority of the sound. She stood right over top of the panty tent, with one foot on either side of him. Augine trembled underneath his thin barrier of cloth. “If she steps on me, I could die!” he thought with a shiver running down his entire spine and down the length of his tail.

She started to jump and jive to the sounds from the screen. Her knees pumped in the air, mixing some traditional exercise moves into the jumble of freestyle dancing. She’d pump her knee up in a high knee, kicking it out then move smoothly into a few minutes of shimmying her ass down towards the ground. Sweat dripped off her body, arching down the naked shape of her spine and down off the curves of her ass to drop onto the panties. Augine could smell her rich scent all around him. He felt the droplets of wetness soak through the panties and right into his fur.

The wetter the panties got, the hotter and muggy it got inside his makeshift tent. Each droplet only added more weight pressing down on him, outlining him inside her panties. He couldn’t breath anything but her scent. His cheeks started to heat, a flush coloring his flesh beneath the gray coat of fur. “God, here I am. Imagine if Kimberlee saw me now!” He thought of her reaction to a mere stocking, “Now I’m down here, sniffing her panties from the inside out while she drips onto them more!”

The air was heavy, like a sweaty swamp of feminine aroma and the natural musk of sweat all intermingling around him. Every breath filled his mouth with that particular flavor of earth spice.

“God...” Augine started to think about this more. His mind was churning as he tried to find things to distract him from the feet pounding on either side of his small, weak body. The cycle of self-pitying, fearful thoughts were starting to get to him, jumping every time her foot thudded down, whimpering as she moved, not even hearing the music over the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his head with terror. “No!” he demanded. “I have got to focus elsewhere!”

His mind started to churn, but whenever he tried to think of some solution to this predicament, a droplet of sweat would plop onto his face through the more or less soaked through panties and completely disrupt him. “I can’t even think!” he cried out. “I can’t talk! I can’t run! I can’t think now! I’m just trapped here because she's exercising up there and I might get crushed!” His heart raced. All he could hear was the thrumming noise of his own blood coursing around his skull. The music of the television only added to his panic. The noise just swirled around. Steady, hard thuds came from the floor each time her foot fell down to either side of him. Hard knocks rattled him this way and that way. Her heel dropped just behind him, nearly squashing his tail.

“Ah!” He squished forward, trying to become a ball towards his front. Then, her other foot stomped right in front of his nose! Close enough that he felt the wind from her motion on his face! “Eeek!” He muffled his yell into the cloth, shifting beneath the center of the panties, huffing and hoping.

“Good job! Now, if you’re feeling a bit frisky tonight! Let’s try a bit of sensual motions here! Ladies especially, roll those hips. Feel the control you have over your own body, pretend your partner’s here watching, pretend you have a pole to perform on- or if you do, do it, gal!” The music began to ebb out, a deeper tonal quality mixing into the pulsating noise.

Above, Monica began to sway her hips. Her entire body began to capture the beats of the music with her hips. She began to grind into the air, drop her ass slowly towards him below. He actually sat directly beneath, staring up into the fabric, as she lowered her ass right over his face. He saw droplets of sweat gleaming on her skin and then falling away onto him, but he didn’t even flinch away because her sex was spread wide and glistening with wetness as she dripped her sweat on him.

Suddenly, like from the back of his head, he heard Kimberlee’s voice. “Ew! Gross! She’s your mother!” she scolded him. He pinned his ears back instinctively. He felt a spreading sensation of shame. She was the one trapping him here, threatening him with her stomping feet; but he was admiring her? That was crazy!

“You’ve done it! The final part is just a nice, deep stretch! Let’s start with opening those leg sockets! Crotch down, one leg bent and one out to the side! Get a nice, deeeeep stretch!” Monica dropped into the pose. Her legs went wide, but also she dropped low. Augine got the closest, widest look at her pussy. Both lips pulled apart, spreading her open. He could see both of the smooth, shaved sides of her cunt with the wobbly folds of pink inside though the shadow of a small, well trimmed patch of hair on the upper side of her mound winked out. They glistened. Sweat dotted her thighs, only adding to her aura of heat and glowing energy. He could see the strain on her legs to hold these final poses. This work of it only made her muscles show through more, a tension in her thighs that made her seem exhausted, yet she was still spread open and dribbling above him. Above, swaying down from her chest, her breasts wobbled forward in the motion. Her nipples stood out proudly against the mounds of her full, heavy chest.

She held one leg for a long minute, huffing out her tired breaths by the end before she swapped to the other leg. Again, he got to see the bare spread of her pussy opening wide. His mind locked onto that sight, practically trying to map it in his memory for later. He breathed in her lush scent, stared up at her sex, and thought nothing of the fact that final stretches meant this show was soon going to be over and he’d need to be preparing his plan for escape once again.

“Good job! I hope those hips feel all ready! Now let’s keep up our progress working towards splits! Spread those legs wide as you can and bennnnnnd.” Monica shuffled her feet apart. Her sex yawned open wider and wider. Augine could see the puckered star of her asshole framed within the juicy hemispheres of her ass and the smooth crease of where her mound connected to her thighs. Then, she bent her upper half down low.

She hung there, loosening her shoulders and arms while the stretch timer counted down. Augine drank in the sight, relishing the last seconds of seeing her naked breasts. “Okay!” the television cheered. “Time for the last count!”

“Thank God...” Augine thought, shifting slowly with a clammy feeling crawling up his back. As much as he enjoyed the view, he felt disgusted, helpless, and simply too hot underneath those panties for the long hour spent hiding there.

“I’m so proud of you people! You’re the ones who make America so great! Yay!” she chirped once more before a sudden click sent the television into silence. Her footsteps started to clunk over the floor again, moving away. “Good!” he thought, feeling relief through his body with a long exhale. “She’ll go and shower, and I’ll snag the ring!”

Suddenly, her feet stopped. Augine froze, a shudder racing down her spine before her footsteps began to clunk back towards him. She stepped closer and closer and then stopped, a mere inch from crushing him under foot. “Oh God... Oh God...” he huffed, begging for her to leave once again, but instead he felt her fingers grasping for the edge of the panties, his shelter!

“Oh God! Why couldn’t she just be a sloth and leave something out!” he thought to himself, feeling his heart instantly start to race as the panties lifted away. Sudden light spilled over him as he was exposed to the room. For a second, he could see Monica’s eyes pop open wide her her head jolt backwards, not expecting to see a rat perched beneath her panties. But, without a moment, her face relaxed once again. Her foot instantly stomped forward, pressing his body down along the length of his body so he was locked beneath her arch. He could suddenly feel the heat of her body over top of his and the dampness of sweat gathering there on the underside of her sole.

He felt himself flop into the carpeting, squashed down beneath her. Even without applying more pressure, Monica had totally trapped Augine with one motion. Augine writhed beneath, hoping he could maybe wriggle free and race to the bed now, at least not having to worry about being seen; but her foot didn’t even budge when he used all his strength the thrash around beneath her trap. “God Dammit! I’m so weak!” he wanted to shout. His tail waggled madly, smacking onto the ground. His hips shook, this and that way to try and shift her hold on him.

“Nuh uh uh! You’re not going to run away and jump out at me again!” she scolded. Her toes flared out, creating a fan of open spaces between each before she shoved them upwards. Her toes moved up, actually squeezing around his head like they were talons or claws, groping him into the space beside her big toe. She squeezed at him, making his eyes momentarily feel like they’d bulge out of his head while she wriggled that sweaty crease against his neck. Her scent, the aroma of her exercising and sweat, rubbed into his fur as though she was marking him after capture like a predator noting which prey was theirs. She wasn’t going to let him escape, no matter what; and there wasn’t a thing that he could do at his miniature size.

“This was the last time!” she demanded. Her foot gave a pulse as though she wanted to stomp it. Augine tensed his entire form, silently begging that she wouldn’t smash her foot down into him. She didn’t, just ground him into the carpeting with her frustration. His cheek rolled forward, smearing down into the rough texture of the flooring. The upset she felt transferred into her foot, pushing him harder into the floor. Her toes squeezed at him, shifting his head from side to side as her heels and toes waggled back and forth, impatiently and frustrated. Augine whimpered, wishing there was some way he could say something! “Mom! M-ohm! It’s me!” he tried to say, whining out into the smooth flesh of her foot as her toe smeared over his face, wiping sweat along either cheek. All that left his mouth were little, rodent squeaks that made Monica scowl down at him.

“Don’t whine at me! This is your fault! I am sick of this! It’s disrespectful! It’s downright gross!” Her eyes were narrowed into sharp points of anger at him.

“I have had enough of this!” She bent down, her hand seeming to grow to a massive size as it descended down ominously to him before she plucked him up by the back of the neck. Instantly, the skin pulled back, applying a sudden tight squeeze on his entire skull. He whimpered once, but then just tensed.

His body swung in the air, held only by the tugging hold on his loose skin. The distance of the floor beneath him grew as she raised him back up, up, up. He looked down to the see the carpet swimming beneath like the distant waves off a cliff’s edge. He gulped. “One slip of her fingers and I fall a long ways...” he thought, stomach starting to churn. “Everything with this whole this is “one tiny thing and I die a horrible death!” Why couldn’t she have turned me into some awesome sort of creature!? Even a cat would have been better, still sneaky but not so fucking helpless and small! Or she could have just done it herself! Why did I do this?!” he scowled, feeling panic rising up in his stomach again. She waved him through the air madly as she stalked towards her closet. There wasn’t a shred of consideration for how that motion of her hands sent his stomach flipping upside down until he was sure it was in his throat and not his torso at all. She was focused only on getting the rat out. She threw open the closet door, letting it rattle on it’s hinge and snatching up a robe.

“So sick of this!~” she spat again while the fabric shuffled over her shoulders, and she tied the knot with one hand.

Then, she stormed out the bedroom door with him still waggling around in her grasp. His tiny claws tried to grab onto her fingers, at least having something case she let go but she tensed at the small pinch of his claws. “If you scratch me, I swear! I will throw you to the neighbor’s cat out the window!”

“What’s happening?!” he thought, with a gulp of fear. “How is she going to get rid of me!?”

Monica stomped down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a thud each time as her grumpy footsteps pounded along the way. Then, at her daughter’s door, she rapped three times, hard. “Kimberlee!”

“Coming!” came the call in return, sounding out through the wood of the door. Then, the soft shuffle of her feet followed before the door opened to reveal her standing, wearing only an oversized t-shirt that spilled onto her thighs and her hair tied up in a loose, escaping bun. Obviously, the girl had been preparing for bed.

“Kimberlee, how often do I have to tell you? Keep your stuff, your pets locked up! I just found another one of them crawling around!” Monica flared her nostrils, an angry huff leaving. “I’m just sick of having them pop out of things in my room, it’s gross and it’s irresponsible!”

“My pets...” Kimberlee’s eyebrows knit together, clearly confused. “But I have all of them, I just fed th-”

“Don’t even argue, young lady!” Monica blurted, cutting the other girl off sharply. She shoved the rat out into Kimberlee’s hands. He shuffled, terrified of being tossed around like this. His entire body started to quiver as Kimberlee closed him inside her grasp. “This is clearly a tame rat! I found him and he didn’t run, didn’t bite, didn’t do anything that wild rats do! I found him sleeping in my panties, no less!” she scoffed, shaking her head. “If you can’t keep them inside, then you’ll have to keep them outside!”

“In the panties...” Kimberlee’s face suddenly relaxed into a calm, composed surface of smooth understanding. “I see. Thank you, Mom. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her hands, where before she had so gingerly held the rat when he’d first been transferred now started to squeeze tighter and tighter around him.

“Ack! Kimberlee, no!” Augine complained, whimpering into her fingers, but she didn’t even respond instead the dark, tight squeeze of her two handed grasp just continued to tighten. The bottom hand, the palm he sat on began to squeeze upwards while her fingers closed inwards. The pressure pushed into his sides, starting to grow tighter and tighter and tighter.

She shifted back into her bedroom, shutting the door with her foot until it clicked shut before she looked down at the little, gray rat on her palm. “Well, well, well...” she muttered, shaking her head as one hand poked into his side, squishing into the soft, pliable stomach. “Do you think I’m stupid?” Her finger jabbed out again, like it was marking the punctuation. “Huh?” Her nail scraped into his skin lightly while her finger poked up his side, making him twitch and flinch. “Are you mocking me?” She glared at him.

“Hey! No! Stop! You don’t understand!” Augine whined, all his words just coming out as animalistic, ratty whimpers while his body writhed on her palm. Each jab from her fingertip was harder than the last, making him eek and squeak while his body tried to coil inwards to protect that soft meat of his stomach.

“Did you really think a rat was the best choice? Like I wouldn’t notice? Unlike you, I do know my rat’s names! And you are not one of mine!” Her finger pointed out again, poking over and over on his soft stomach. He writhed, curling in on himself, trying to avoid her touch.

He rolled inward just as her finger struck down onto him, and in a flurry of sudden motion he tipped towards the edge of her hand. “Yes! Escape! I just gotta run!” he thought to himself, sudden thrashing as hard as he could. Kimberlee wasn’t expecting him to throw himself off her hand from so far up and she wasn’t prepared, so Augine tumbled backwards onto the floor.

He hit the carpeted wood with a dull thud, instantly, he tried to jump up and run. But, Kimberlee was faster. Augine hadn’t even been able to roll over off of his back before she struck. Her foot shot downwards in a stomping motion right onto his ass. His tail flickered beneath the sole of her foot. The smooth underside of her foot squashed down squarely over him, squeezing his stomach and bottom beneath her anchoring foot. Her toes flared up, wriggling right onto his face. His toe smeared in between her toes where little bits of dust actually stuck to the natural dots of sweat forming there. The musky scent of her feet filled his head.

“Are you happy now?” she demanded. Her heel ground down onto him. His small body seemed to flatten beneath her, stomach squishing flat. Augine whimpered, trying to communicate something to her! “Kimberlee! Jesus! It’s not what you think!” he tried to shout, anything to get her to stop pushing on his stomach so hard. He felt like he might actually explode if she continued to push onto his tender stomach so hard!

Her feet smeared all over his face. Her toes were flicking, angrily rubbing in his face and poking at his cheeks with the wiggling of those digits. She rubbed the scent of her sweat into his face. He couldn’t breath in anything but the smell from between her toes as they rubbed into his face, vindictively squishing his cheeks in between two toes. Augine could see the sneering smile spread across her face, relishing in this position of absolute power.

“God-” He felt a flush starting to burn hotly down his chest and cheeks. “Even if I make it through this, I’m never going to live this down! Look at her! She’s totally in charge! And loving it...” He felt a sickening feeling in his stomach, looking up at his sister- who was usually shorter than him and easily pushed around- was now the bigger one. A lot bigger. She was a giant and he was a mere little rat. She could actually squish him if she wanted! “And who would know! Mom didn’t recognize me! Aunt Sheryl? Would she tell the truth about what she did?” His mind raced back to that look in her eyes, the ease with which her pleading expression fell away into one of joy. “I don’t know if she would...”

“You actually went to Aunt Sheryl to get help turning into a rat to creep around and sniff Mom’s used panties!” Kimberlee shuddered, lip curling up. “You’re disgusting!”

Augine’s eyes went wide, head shaking, which only rubbed her toes on him more but he was desperate to get his message across. “No! No! That’s not it! Ask Aunt Sheryl!” he squeaked and whimpered, but none of it made any sense of the human holding him captive. “God! I knew she couldn’t keep her mouth shut about being a witch!”

“Wait, what? You know!?” Augine blinked, thrown off by the realization that all this time Kimberlee had known more than him. If she knew, then actually everyone in the family knew except him! “Well, that’s just not fair!” he thought, suddenly letting out a squeak of pain. Kimberlee snarled down at him. Her lips were pulled up into a scowling expression. “I just can’t believe you!”

Augine gasped out, suddenly feeling the weight of her foot increasing. Kimberlee’s grit teeth framed in the backdrop of her entire massive body swimming above him, towering above in this all powerful position. She shoved her foot down harder, using it to grind Augine down into the carpeting. He could feel the individual’s shreds of the fabric rubbing into his back, tickling down to his skin he pressed to it so hard. She let out a long exhale through her teeth, almost gnashing them together. “It’s just sick. You’re sick. You’re just nasty” she muttered, low in her throat as she degraded him. Her heel was grinding into him, rubbing his entire small body into the floor with a massive percent of her own weight boring on him.

“I just can’t even believe it. It’s so gross. Who knew you were so gross! Going after Mom!” She spat out the title, shoving her toes down on his face while her heel shifted back. She rocked her foot, rubbing the roughest portion of her heel down onto his groin. He suddenly felt his cock and balls squashed under the weight. His eyes widened, breath sucking inwards. “Oooh, fuck!” he gasped, feeling the pressure on them rising more and more as she shifted to put as much pressure as she could on him. She towered right over top of him, leaving the bottom of her long t-shirt hanging open at just the right angle. He could suddenly see where her smooth bare legs, slightly curvier than their mother's especially toned body shape, led up to the flare of her ass and hips. She wore little white panties, the outline of her sex basked in shadows beneath the shirt.

As her toes smacked into his face, he caught the scent of her soap, faintly sweet, rubbing from her skin onto his fur. The mixture of sweat and sweet soap created a unique cocktail, different than the entirely musky scent of their mother’s foot pressing on him.

“I knew you had some weird, fucking twisted hots for Mom, but I figured you were smart enough to be responsible and not act on them! But, I guess I was wrong, huh?! Are you just an animal?! Is that how you want to live?” Her legs tensed as she ground her foot down harder, but all that did was cause her lower lips to shift. He begged, silently, his body pleaded for a better angle to see more of the view up her shirt. Her body was shifting as her foot did, giving him little shifts and peeks at how her sex pressed into the cotton of her panties.

“God!” he cried out, to himself. “Focus! What is wrong with you!? You can’t even focus when someone is abusing you!” He still felt the arousal from his mother’s hour long exercise of torment. The memories of how her body looked nude and shining with sweat were still fresh in his mind and now his sister stood over top of him, shifting her lower lips with all this aggressive grinding. He couldn’t help it! His body did not have the same priorities as him!

“Because, you know what? I could arrange for you to live like this forever. As a rat for real! How about I let you join all my other pets?” She waved a hand at her pet rat’s cage, a multi story, barred in wonderland of papery bedding and tiny turds. Augine blanched, thinking of being stuck in that cage forever and subjected to the same day on repeat. Their lives were just one big record stuck to keep making the same sound over and over. They slept, ate the same rocky chunks of kibble, played on the same wheel, perhaps were let out to play on the same lap while maybe the noises from the television changed and nothing else. Then, the next day was the same. And the next. And the next.

“Of course, I’d have to take you to the vet to get you checked out before you could live with my rats!” she continued, sneering at him. “They’d do a full, new rat inspection. That includes looking into your ears-” She paused, letting that imagery cast over him. He could almost feel the vet’s gloved fingers, latex-y and alien grabbing onto his ears to guide the point of the light inside so he could jab inside the sensitive space. Augine writhed at the thought, knowing that he’d be man handled, squeezed, and held down to some examination table. The feeling of cold fingers, buffered weakly by impersonal gloves already sent shudders up his spine as he imagined them on his small ears.

“Of course, he’d have to give a full body inspection. That means squeezing your stomach, poking at your soft bits, a full in-depth study of your genitals. Measuring, weighing your balls in his palm...” She trailed off, letting Augine’s mind race off with this idea of being groped and exposed to a strange veterinarian. His mother always went along on vet visits too, so his sister and mother would both bear witness to his exposure as the doctor laid him back on the table to poke and prod at his stomach. The doctor’s hands would be ice as two mere fingertips grabbed onto his cock, giving a few testing tugs. Augine blanched, a chilled heat seeping onto his face as he thought of the shame of hardening in the doctor’s fingers. The man would poke at his cock, lifting it this way and that, tugging on his balls next. He’d rub them together, rolling them across a finger pad. The whole time, Augine would have Kimberlee’s face swimming over him, staring and judging everything. He could already see her sneer down at him, mocking every second. “You chose this life. You wanted to be an animal!” She’d whispered, chuckling as the vet suddenly yanked out an array of needles and announced vaccines were required. “Oh! Give him all the available shots! I’d hate for anything to happen to my most precious rat! He is the most fertile, I’m sure of it!” The doctor would perk up, intrigued by this bold statement.

“If you’d like, we could actual do a test for sperm count and virility if you’re going to breed him,” offers the vet. Augine could see the scene unfolding in his mind, clear as day.

“Oh! It’s not like I intended to breed him, but I just can’t get him to stop trying his best to breed!” Kimberlee laughed, not laughing in general, but specifically at him! Her eyes darted down, shooting him a look to ensure he knew she was mocking him. “Isn’t that right? Just a mindless animal machine!” She asked him, smirking.

“It’s quite normal for male rats to just... try all day everyday. That is their only goal in life, after all, to find a successful mating with selected mates-”

“Oh yeah! Nothing else even fits in their head, am I right?” Her laugh came again, sharper now.

“Very true! Let’s get these shots in, and then I’ll move ahead and get a sample from him!” His fingertips tapped at the vaccine’s body, tapping on the plastic before the needle gave a little spurt. “All right! This might hurt a bit!” Augine winced, feeling the needle plant down into the meaty chunk of his back. Then, another!

“What will these shots do to me as a human!?” Augine thought, thinking forward to the moment he assumed he’d make it back to himself, but suddenly that uncertainty hit him, “Does that... even matter?”

“Let’s get that sample!” The doctor crept closer. His latex-laden fingers waggled through the air, growing ever closer to Augine’s miniature rat’s cock. He started to pump his fingers along it, holding a small collection dish in his free hand. “Shouldn’t take long. Very minimum self control.” The vet commented, flippantly.

Kimberlee smirked, winking down to Augine while his body began to burn with shame. If he came now, in this hospital, into this doctor’s procedural dish he’d only further cement himself into his place, a rat, a brainless fucking animal. “God, no! No!” Augine pleaded. “Keep ahold of yourself!” He’d think, but his cock wouldn’t listen. He could already see how it’s go, like he was just a prepubescent jizz machine once again he’d pulse and throb, and with a sudden jerk, he’d spray out a load of cum onto the petri dish.

“Ah! Mighty spray there! Pent up?”

“I think he just likes you!” Kimberlee laughed, sneering down at Augine, taking any and every opportunity to get a jab in at him.

“Well, then. Let’s get a look at these swimmers!” The vet shifted down to a microscope, peering into its lens. Augine suddenly felt his mind verging in two directions. In one, the doctor chuckled once and shook his head. “Fertile he is not, my dear. In fact, he may cum plenty, but it’s practically useless!” Kimberlee then laughed, totally thrilled at this humiliating fact. “Even as a rat,” she mock. “You’re useless to women! Just a fucking cum machine without the only value of that stuff!”

The other, the vet turned with an appreciative whistle. “Fertile indeed! Would you be interested in renting him out as a breeder actually? He’s got an amazing sperm count and they look quite lively! Hah!”

Kimberlee would agree, relishing in this way to give him just what he wanted in a twisted, convoluted manner. Augine felt his stomach churning, the image unwilling to fade.

Cold smooth metal beneath his toes, the entire table stretched on forever and forever. His flank ached from the shots on both sides of his body. His balls were drained and tired from the samples sucked out of his cock to start more tests and begin offering to pet stores or breeders around the area. He felt exposed and ashamed. The doctor and his sister talked in quiet tones, comparing his entire file while he just sat, shivering and exhausted while they discussed his fate, his life. “And I don’t get a say at all-”

“Once you’d gotten the go ahead from the doctor, then you would be allowed to come home to the cage.” Augine blinked, suddenly seeing the nightmare fade from his mind as he realized Kimberlee was still talking. Returning his focus, he suddenly felt a pulse of pain from his gut, feeling the pressure of her stance on top of him.

“Then you could fuck all the girl rats you wanted! You could be the main stud! I’d be happy to loan you out as a breeder to anyone wanting rat babes to raise up. Just imagine, being sent over down the street to be used as a breeding machine. Fucking over and over...” She chuckled. “I’m sure that’s your definition of heaven. Fucking constantly, no consequences of taking care of babies or even sticking with a woman afterwards. Let alone the repercusions of incestual acts-” She shot a sharp glare at him.

“To make it even better! Or rather, to get maximum use out of you-” Kimberlee scratched at her chin, suddenly lighting up with an idea.“I’d fatten you up over time, once you’d been given the go ahead to live within my high quality rat environment! You’d be lucky to live there, honestly.”

Augine’s eyes wandered to the cage with a shudder. “Trapped, day in and out?” His head gave a shake. “I can’t imagine that’d be luxurious-”

“Or would you rather I release you outside? So you can fuck other rat girls, gather food, hope to survive, and get devoured by an owl?” She continued, as thought knowing exactly where his mind would go. “No. You’d be lucky to live inside and get some plush life. I’d feed you twice a day, treats too! Though, once you’re nice and plump, I imagine my friend Natalie would get a better use out of you! She had a pet python after all- You’d make a wonderful week’s meal for good ‘ole Eddie.”

Augine’s eyes popped open wide, making huge quarters that suddenly bulged up at Kimberlee. “She wouldn’t really feet me to someone’s snake! Would she?” His stomach started to gurgle with distress.

“At first, you wouldn’t even notice you were getting fatter, you’d just fall into the routine of eating, chewing and chomping all the time. Holding a little nugget in your paws at any moment so you can be all the time at working, munching on it. One day though, you’d realize that your stomach was a bit pudgier, but by that point, well, it’d already be too late! You’d already have the habit of always filling your hands with an morsel and you’d think to yourself, “I can just not eat as much!” But, I mean-” Her eyes dropped right to him, a sharp gaze fixed right onto him. “You’ve already proven your amount of self control, and it’s lacking...”

“So you’d grow.” Her big toe began to press into his stomach, as though envisioning as it got squishier and squishier over time. “You’d swell and swell until one day you fell onto your back and realized, your tiny legs couldn’t turn you back over!” Her lips curled into a wide grin. “And a rat who can’t move is not fun anyways, so I’d pick you up. We’d take a little drive up to see Natalie, but not alone. The whole gang would come! We love a good feeding!” She actually gave a gleeful laugh, the vibrations of which seemed to ebb through her foot and jostle it against him so that he bounced around. “I’m sure that Sam would film it, her followers eat up a live snake feeding. Plus, she’s into videography. So, I’m sure she’d add some music, build the scene, perhaps narrate. Oh, we should make a comedic one this time, the last feeding we went with horror...” She trailed off, scratching her chin.

“How can she get distracted? How can she talk about this like it’s nothing? It’s me! It’d be me! Being-being eaten!? H-How can she not realize that? She’s still my sister!” Augine thought, starting to panic at this sight of his sister’s apathy.

“Oh yes, I can see the scene unfolding. Once there, we’d just plop you into Eddie’s environment- usually on the side farthest than him so we can really see the hunt. You, being as fat and round as you are, you’d be unable to even run from him so you’d just have to sit and watch as he perked up from his sleeping rock. His tongue would flicker out, catching your scent, and then he’d turn his eyes to fix them onto where you sat.”

Augine shuddered, already feeling a predatory gaze locked onto his trapped body. He could see the beady, dark eyes lurking out from the distance of the cage at him. Then, they jolted forward!

“You’d see him as he started to move forward. First, it’d be slow. He’d give himself time to check over everything and map out where his prey sat. But, once close enough, he’d move a bit faster. He’d reach out and strike, his mouth grabbing for your head while part of his body curled around you hard enough to keep you locked in place. Your fat, helpless body would be hovering there in the air. Maybe you’d manage to kick, your tail would thrash at least as you felt the life being crushed out of your chest.”

“It’d be slow, oh, it’d be so slow.” She giggled out another little burst of delight. “Ball python’s are huggers. You’d be trapped there, held by his body as he started to squeeze around you. Second by second your life would seep out of you and there’d be nothing you could do-”

Augine could see her entire group of friends. They’d all just watch, probably giggling amongst themselves, filming, and witnessing his slow death without any horror, no concern for his life as it left him.

“Then, finally, when your body had gone entirely still, he’d begin to swallow you. It’s actually quite slow, bit boring really... just a lot of yawning and wiggling you in there!”

“Boring! My death would be boring!” Augine gasped out, mind reeling. The idea that she’d murder him, so flippantly. That it’d be boring to watch his life flicker out! What cruelty could really top that indifference, the utter lack of caring what happened to him as long as he suffered!

“Yesss... we’d see you just as a big lump as you traveled down Eddie’s gut, slowly being digested. You wouldn’t even be entirely dead, just useless. So you’d feel it as you bumped and glided, like a fat, jiggling blob of pudding that slowly wobbled down the long corridor of the snake’s now happy stomach!” Augine grimaced, imagining the tightening, squeezing walls of the snake’s throat forcing him down, making his fat ripple while he sunk closer and closer to his eventual place in the stomach. While he grimaced out of fear and disgust, but Kimberlee looked utterly gleeful above! “Oh yes! I just love watching the lump sink down his big, long body! It’s so fun!”

“Fun?” Augine croaked out, shaking his head. “No no no! Why? Are you psycho?” He wanted to shout, but he was already robbed of his voice. He was robbed of his voice, his humanity, and now she was planning the thievery of his life!

“I bet if we posted a video of it, we could get it to trend! How’d you like to be famous? Be internet famous? Oh! That could be your legacy! I’m sure that’d be a better legacy than anything you could get as a human anyways! Pssh! You should thank me for such a chance!”

“What?! What is she even saying? My legacy being my death? Why can’t I be like... a rat who plays piano? Or better yet, what about doing something as a fucking human!?” Augine shook his head, whimpering as his stomach gave another pulse of discomfort from her constant, unwavering pressure.

Her foot was grinding, rubbing. He felt the smooth skin of her sole rubbing right onto his cock. He felt her flesh on his own. She was grinding and rubbing. The pressure was so strong his balls ached, yet he couldn’t help it. He felt himself pulsating, an eager beat of his heart rocked through his entire cock. He throbbed and ached.

“God. No! She wants to feed you to an owl! Dead rats! Death! Owl! Scary owl!” Desperately, Augine tried to put his arousal out of his mind. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of that humiliation if he couldn’t control himself! That’d only set the fact that he was just some mindless animal! “Dead babies! Dead babies!” he cried out in his mind, but he couldn’t put aside the image of his sister’s sneer and the look up her skirt. The crease of her panties. He almost could see the actual slit. “Is that wetness or just a shadow?” he thought, heart pounding at the thought of his sister’s arousal.

His cock started to pulse. He felt every throb of his heart beat inside the length of his shaft, beating and beating. Her foot didn’t let up. She kept the constant pressure, rubbing and grinding down onto the center of his groin. His balls were swollen, feeling like they’d pop with just a touch more pressure than what already squashed them downwards. “No-no-no” Augine chanted, silently willing himself to stop, but he could feel it building.

No matter what he summoned to mind or what trick he employed to distract himself he couldn’t truly pull his mind away from the pressure on his cock and the glistening appearance of his sister’s panties. He lost it. His cock jerked before he felt himself just explode. White streams shot onto the sole of her cock, pressing right into the smooth flesh and just seeping onto her foot. He felt all the pressure suddenly drop away, though the relief lasted a mere second before he realized what he’d done.

“Oh... no.” Augine gasped. “Oh... nonononono-”

“What the hell?” Kimberlee shifted, eyebrows knitting together with questioning look as her foot lifted up away from him so she could bend it up for inspection. Augine watched her face with wide eyes as her sole turned upwards towards her face and she could see the white gunk smeared onto her sole and the droplets of glistening pearl that formed clots of goo between her toes. Her mouth dropped open, almost disbelieving.

“W-what... is this?” she mused, mostly to herself. Her toes gave a wiggle, spreading apart from each other and watching as the slimy goo spread across the divide in sticky, stringy tendrils. She blinked, eyebrows knitting up with thought. “Sticky....” She bent her toes over, pressing them into the sole and yanking them back up with a small, fft fft sticky sound as her skin stuck and then tugged off.

Her eyes fluttered with thought, looking down to Augine with a raised brow while her mind continued to work over what this sudden substance was. Augine’s entire face lit up with a flush. The fur covered the pink, but heat ebbed out from the cover of fluff and spread down along his chest and down the entire length of his belly. The tips of his ears, which were fleshy and not furry, glowed with a red blush that he didn’t get to hide beneath his coat. “What did you do?” she demanded, looking back to her feet. The goo was starting to ooze down the smooth underside of her foot. She watched the droplet shift into an arch down her skin, but it only went so far before it just pooled there. The white surface of goop glittered and shone on her flesh, not quite opaque, but not entirely clear. “Wait.... Is that.... Oh my god...” She looked back to his blush, her lip starting to curl up into a disgusted snarl.

“Is this cum? Did you jizz on me? Did you really... cum on me?” She let out a strong exhale, huffing softly. She started to pant, verging on hyperventilating just briefly. “Oh my god. You came on me. That’s cum. That’s cum on my foot. You came on me. That’s... that’s just... nasty...” She took in a long breath, closing her eyes.

Augine waited for her to explode. He silently prepared for the onslaught of mocking and abuse, whatever would come from his cum. Kimberlee was silent for a long beat more before she started to shake her head. “Okay... okay..” She sucked in a long breath, “He just... humped my foot.”

She sucked in another breath, as though trying to soothe herself. She bent her foot back down, pressing it into his fur before she swiped it onto his stomach. He felt the sticky smear of it run from his chin back down to his own crotch, the musky scent wafting up from his fur. Kimberlee made a snarl, curling up her lip with disgust before she rubbed her foot onto him again, rolling him with her toes clutching onto him so that she could wash the rest of the remnants off onto his otherwise clean back. She pressed his face and stomach down into the ground, polishing her sole onto the smooth fur of his backside. She kept shifting her angle, using different patches to shine her sole back to its clean state.

“I see now... what I have to do” she began to muse, her eyes drifting off as she thought to herself. All the while her foot continued to rub into him. He was on his stomach with his face pressed into the carpeting. Her foot pushed down, front end first and then rolled up the entire length of his torso, finishing with a good grind of his heel into his shoulders. Over and over she repeated this rocking motion, ensuring every square inch of him was shoved down into the carpeting. Her toes writhed into the fur, adding more swirls and tangles that began to freeze into place using the cum like glue. Then, they made tracks up his back, squishing into his meaty stomach while her foot worked upwards. Last, they squeezed around his head, rubbing his nose down into the musty scent of the carpet.

She never paused. She never lightened the pressure. She did not relent in the constant press of her foot down onto Augine, who was abused and confused in equal proportions after this hectic night of bouncing between the witches in this household. Her foot just kept pressing. Her toes kept smacking his cheeks. She kept rubbing him into the carpeting. It almost became an idle, second nature activity to rock her foot back and forth on him. She didn’t even have to focus to humiliate him anymore, which only made his flesh burn hotter.

“You are my brother!” she said boldly. “It is my job, no! My duty! To make sure you are a decent, human- heh- being! Even if I have to re-educate you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you turn out acceptable! After all, I have to share a name with you.” She stomped her foot down onto his back, making him gasp out a sudden yelp.

“Wait!? Re-educate? What the fuck does that even mean?” Augine cried out. His voice came out a high-pitched squeak. “Kimberlee wait! Wait! God! You don’t know! You’re confused! I’m not- This isn’t-” he gasped, whimpering as he heard all his words echoing back to him with convoluted shrieks and squeaks instead of anything understandable! “This isn’t fair! This isn’t fair!” he cried, feeling his resolve to even keep trying started to crumble. He couldn’t do anything! It was so hopeless!

“You know,” Kimberlee continued. “I learned one proven method for fixing extreme unwanted behavior? It’s overexposure. In an experiment, they caught a young teen smoking and did they say “No. Stop!”? No, they didn’t! They forced him to smoke ten packs of the stuff, one after another! Smoking and smoking! At first, he felt like perhaps he’d hit the jackpot with this permissive discipline, but then he started to cough, he felt dry mouthed, his nose was stuffed with smoke; but they kept him going, pushed him past that point of disgust. He became so sick that even years and years later, the mere thought of smoking made him nauseous!” Her face twitched, curling up into a small, faint smile. “It’s not exactly a parallel thing, but good enough to give the association method a try, I think!”

Her heel shifted, pressing onto the side of his body to push him back over so his stomach pointed upwards with the cum streaked down it now dried and crusted into the fur with no risk of coming back off onto her foot now. “Mmm- you made a good little washcloth there!” she said, giggling. “Cum mop.”

The comment was so flippant, just a casual remark without an intention of humiliating him; but that only made it worse. The fact that she didn’t have to think, didn’t have to make some grand connection to say that he was some washcloth for semen, just some tool to sop up people’s messes hit deep. Then, to put a cherry on top, she laughed at him!

“If you’re a cum mop, I need you to sit under my butt at nights so I don’t make sure a mess I have to hide!” she muttered, mostly to herself as she chuckled again. Augine’s eyes went wide. The comment was so loaded. He suddenly got an image of his little sister fingering herself, making a mess of her juices in her bed. He could see her oversized t-shirt- the exact one she wore right now- riding up to reveal the smooth mound of her sex, maybe with some tufts of unkempt hair or maybe she was utterly satin beneath those panties. He saw her dipping her fingers into her honey pot, drawing them out trickling with sparkling sweetness and then plunging them back in again.

But this thought was soured, lessened by that demeaning concept of him just being there to sop up her mess. He’d be what? Partially squished beneath her rounded ass so that as juices leaked down the natural curves and dip of her cunt’s slit that his fur would be there to capture it. For a while he’d be slimey, coated with just fresh, glistening juices; but then it’d soak in and harden, leaving him spiked and crusty with build up of orgasm after orgasm.

Kimberlee still chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at herself. “Rats self clean too, so you’d be the one who even had to clean! You’d be a self-cleaning cum mop! It’s perfect! God! I could market that! Hah! Hah! I’d just set you into your pen when I was done and then you’d clean!” Augine saw the picture she painted. He had a plain cage, nothing fancy like her pets. Afterall, he wasn’t a pet, he was just a tool for cleaning. First, she soaked him from head to toe in her cum. His back and stomach would get the brute of it, used to catch the oozing mess live; but then his flanks and arms she’d used to clean out the contours of her sex, rubbing him in like a careful brush for her young sex. Her ass would squish him. Sweat from the crease of her rump would trickle down, collecting in his fur maybe even dripping onto his face like his mother’s did. He could still feel the way it smacked into him, the mere droplet so big in comparison to his small stature.

Second, he’d be set into that cage. The scent of sex would cling to him like a cloud, heavy and earth and inescapable. Then, he’d have to sit there as it hardened and crusted on him or he’d have to begin licking it up. He could almost taste her at the mere thought, slightly sweet? Spicy? Musky? He imagined she’d be mostly sweet, like her sweat was in between her toes. His cheeks flushed, beet red as he realized he was only filling in more of the disgracing details to the nightmare. Her smell would become all he knew. His nights would be spent licking himself clean so that he might have a brief few hours in the day for sleeping soundly without her scent clouding his nightmares. His tongue would be constantly used, aching when he finished. He imagined even when he ate- dry, miserable kibble anyways- he wouldn’t even be able to taste it. It’d just taste like his domineering sister’s cunt instead. He flushed darker, whimpering at this nightmare brooding through his mind. He only built on it with all his thoughts, but with the introduction of witches, he suddenly trusted none of his instincts about reality. Would becoming a cum mop for his sister even be unlikely at this point? His head gave a shake, trying to clear it.

His sister too, still towering over him, was trying to focus again. “Heh... Heh...” she coughed out a few more laughs before her head gave a shake. “Ah. Silliness-” Her eyes took on a far away look, face one of thought and contemplation while her brows lifted and knit together. “She’s considering it!” Augine thought, horrified! Indeed, Kimberlee was wondering if ‘saving’ her brother would be more fun than this idea of humiliating him by cumming on top of him over and over. The idea of such power and humiliation alone did give her a sudden pulse down the clit of her sex, hard enough that she clenched around the nothing inside of her. “Mm. No. Keep on topic-” she mentally scolded.

“Anyways! I’ll never be able to save you if I get all amused and distracted!” she chirped, hand waving before she gave a little clap of excitement. Kimberlee shifted suddenly, moving up her big toe to forcefully flick him in the face. The motion came from beneath his chin, surprising him enough that a plaintive cry left his lips before he snapped them shut. His fur protected him soft, but the skin beneath still ebbed gently from the force. Her toe wriggled into his face, the elongated nail tickling against his beady nose.

“I planned on cutting my nails tomorrow! But I suppose you’ll do just as well-” She stated, half-closing her eyes and shuffling her shoulders as though to relax, but Augine just blinked.

“What does that mean?” he thought, staring dumbly up at her from his back. He just blinked more, dully waiting for something to click in his head.

“You have such nice, sharp teeth! You know, rodents need to bite on things constantly or their teeth just grow longer and longer?” Kimberlee continued, grinning at him like he understood, but he just continued to stare at her. “Why is she telling me this? That sounds annoying, but nothing like everything else she’s planning...” He thought perhaps this fact was meant to scare him about his future even more, but it seemed anti-climatic.

“Come on!” She waved a hand to her toes, once again flicking her toe under his chin so that it smacked into his face.

Augine’s face jolted back in a sudden flinch. “Wait... She isn’t.... She doesn’t think... She’s not planning to use me as some sort of sick toenail clipper is she?!”

“I expect a nice quality and an even cut with my pedicure! Thank you!” she chirped, wiggling all her toes again.

“No way! No! Is she nuts?” Augine shook his head and locked his lips together. “No! No way! I’m not going to be some object for her to use! I will not let her objectify me! This is sick! This crosses a line! She can pretend to be the bigger person all she wants, but I’m done. This is where I stop playing along!” His lips pressed in a hard line, locking it shut.

Kimberlee raised a brow, “Or we can try this!” she shot back, slowly starting to increase the pressure on his body. Her entire foot rocked forward, pressing into his harder from her heel that dug into his groin up to his stomach that pressed right into the contour of her arch and her toes squished around his throat. He felt his bones start to creak beneath his. His chest felt utterly tight as his throat gave a dry puff, feeling unable to get the air inside of his lung. His joints of his legs that were trapped beneath her foot, aching in their locked, tense position. He felt them aching, starting to scream out to have more space to loosen their held position. He grit his teeth, feeling a huff washout of his lip. She pushed harder. Her entire foot went flat to his body. He could feel the skin dotting sweat onto his fur. He suddenly felt his bones give a whine, aching beneath this pressure as his lungs suddenly strained.

He sucked in a breath, gasping as he realized she pressed so hard that the air couldn’t escape into his lungs. He gasped air, trying to suck the air into his throat. Above him, Kimberlee sneered. “Motived already?” she asked, lessening the pressure slightly with a raised brow. For a moment, Augine glared, and the pressure returned once again just as hard. Augine yelped, flailing one hand. She lessened the pressure once again, lifting up her arched brow a notch higher. “Hmm?”

Augine eagerly sucked in a breath, gulping down a cool breath of fresh air as his eyes narrowed into a glare at her. Hate sparked in his eyes, sharp and glinting as he looked at her. “What can I do?” he thought, anger and helplessness mixing in his gut. “I can’t do anything else!” he realized, which only sparked more upset. “I can’t do anything!”

Her toe wriggled, rubbing the long nail up against his chin, scratching into the fur. “Are you going to comply?” She asked, quietly grinning. Augine tightened his jaw, angrily quivering under her foot, but he didn’t have a choice. “I hate her. I hate her! This isn’t fair! This is cruel!” he spat, huffing out sulking breaths through his nose. “I’ll never live this down. Never. Never will I escape that fact that I was turned into some human nail clipper-” He hesitated, stomach sinking. “Or rather... not a human at all.”

His mouth parted open, revealing the sharp points of his squared teeth jutting out slightly. She shifted her foot, with her smile floating gleefully far above, so that her pinky toe poked to his bottom lip. His upper lip curled up into a disgusted grimace, but he set himself forward, pressing the longer end of her pinky toe into his mouth with an initial, testing bite.

He had to work for it, actually gnawing at the thick edge of the nail plate that was translucent, made of keratin proteins. “Did you know-” Kimberlee began, just as he’d started to chew at the corner of her smallest nail, “That the nail plate, what we commonly just call the nail, is actually made of many layers of dead cells all compacted together, yummy huh?” She laughed, sneering down at him while his jaw continued to work at her nai.. With a sudden click of his teeth meeting together, that small pink nail’s major end broke off. He turned his head, spitting that broken, chewed nail to his side.

“Oh no no no! What do you think you are doing?” Kimberlee demanded. “That wouldn’t be a lesson now would it? No! You chew them down! That’s 100% quality protein right there, plus if you’re to be one of my rats, I’ll have to buy your food, so no wasting precious, nutritious resources!” Augine grimaced, face twisted up with actual horror at the idea of eating her nail. He looked at the crescent shaped, discarded piece. He could see the small layer of build up on the underside at each corner, dirt and grime trapped beneath the nail. “No- No way. I can’t eat that.”

But, her foot started to press forward. He felt the balls of her feet shove right into his chest, making him gasp instinctively and he bent down, scooping the nail up into his mouth. “God! Not doing that again!” he thought, desperate to avoid that terrifying moment of suffocation.

“Good boy! See? You’re learning your place!” Kimberlee praised him, clapping her fingers as he felt the nail clipping on his tongue. He couldn’t get his face to relax out of the tensed scowl of revulsion. He shifted the nail over to his back teeth, starting to gnaw on it. As he chewed, her eyes were on him. “Oh I’m so proud! Look at you eating up your meal!”

“Oh just picture it! This can be our routine! Every few days you can chew down my nails as a special dinner! Extra good for you! Extra nummy!” She beamed, delighted while Augine just felt his cheeks growing hotter and hotter. Shame prickled down his flesh from the tips of his ears all the way down to the pinkening end of his tail. “I have no say... She has all the power... All it takes is one little threat and I give in! I can’t fight it! I can’t do anything! I’m so weak!” He whimpered out a little cry, feeling the grit that had been trapped beneath her nail- the buildup of dirt, dead skin, and fluffy wisps of escaping fabric from her socks- start to loosen and float around his mouth. He could feel the texture of it rough on his tongue while the flavor was merely one of pungent, earthy, vaguely rotten quality that rolled over his tongue, making his nostrils flare with repulsion.

“Here I am... eating my sister’s toe nails.” Augine thought, shaking his head with shame. “On a normal night, I’d be in bed on my laptop or gaming or maybe even asleep, but tonight I’m chewing on my sister’s toe nails because otherwise she can crush me to death.” He’d never felt so small, so diminished. His entire body was hot with humiliation while his stomach also started to churn and roll with an aching disgust. His teeth had to work hard to break down the nail, but no matter how long he chewed it just wouldn’t break up more than a few tendrils that broke free.

“Ugh! Let’s just get it over with!” With a gulp, he tried to swallow the nail clipping whole. It caught at his throat, rolling down his gullet with an utterly uncomfortable scrape the entire way down. He had to cough, drooling out over himself with the near choking experience. “Ack... Ack.... Only.... nine more to go of that” he thought, bitterly while his eyes continued to water out onto his furry cheeks.

“Chop chop! I don’t have all night ya know!” Kimberlee demanded, letting out a dramatic sigh as Augine moved to the next nail. His teeth began to chomp and chew vigorously at the next nail, trying to rush through the torment, but it took so much repetitive force to get through the thick nail bed.

“Oh... My...” Kimberlee laughed, scrunching up her face with a dramatic combination of a giggle and an oh-so-modest shrug of her shoulders as her big toe tickled against his neck as he worked. “The sacrifices I have to suffer for being the responsible sibling! Woe is me!” she chuckled, throwing her head back. She relished in this act, she loved putting on this enthusiasm. It brought all her features to life to reference her duty for her brother. Her eyes barely pulled away from him as she spoke, noting all of his expressions and reactions, trying to gauge what stung the worst and what he could brush off with anger or sarcasm. She struggled to always read his beady, animal face, but she did know a lot about rat’s non-verbal communication since she had raised so many; so that helped her to note what made him most scared, what threatened him, what got him angry!

Augine wrinkled his face again with distaste as her second nail snapped off into his mouth. He felt its pointed ends jab into the soft flesh of his cheek as he started to chew on it. While he chewed it, he moved to her next toe. “Maybe, when she’s distracted with whatever bullshit she’s spewing I can avoid eating this nasty shit!” he thought to himself, tracking her movements above as he started to chew his way through the third nail in. He started at a corner, chomping off smaller bits instead of getting the whole nail at once this time. As he chomped and bit, he snuck the other nail towards the front of his mouth before he found his chance. Just when he’d pulled back from a fresh spot on her toe, when he needed to shift slightly to move to a new spot to trim, he tipped his head just enough and spat the nail clipping away.

“Ah ha! Take that!” he thought, smugly grinning as he turned towards the current nail. “Maybe I can get away with every other nail like this...” But, as soon as the nail hit the carpeting, Kimberlee cleared her throat.

“I’ll assume that that fell out of your mouth just because you’re working so hard on my pedicure!” She paused, fixing a hard stare at him. “Right?”

Augine gulped, looking down at the crescent of a pale, thinning white of that clipped off nail where it nestled in the tendrils of the carpeting. His lips curled up with a grossed out frown. “Oh...” he gagged, thinking about plucking that up with the dusty and grime clinging to the glue of his saliva. “No... I can’t-” But, Kimberlee’s foot started to rock on his stomach. He could feel the implied threat in that rocking motion of her heel. He gulped once more, but bent towards the discarded nail. He picked it up with his tongue, instantly feeling the urge to spit it back out.

He could taste the dust bunnies from the carpet on his tongue. The texture hooked at the wetness of his tongue, sticking to the surface of his tongue while the nail poked and scratched at him. His tongue flickered, licking at the roof of his mouth to try and move the clumps of dust and clipping into the back of his mouth where he could gnaw on the chunk.

“Come on! Chop chop!” Kimberlee urged, smacking her hands together. He shoved her toe into his mouth, forcing him to move onto the next clipping. He kept chomping, collecting all the nail clippings into the corner of his mouth since he couldn’t break them down fast enough. One after another, his mouth stretched open biting onto each of the tips of her nails. By the second foot, his jaw ached. His teeth were throbbing faintly. It was so much work. Each one only made him more disgusted. His face wore a permanent grimace as he felt the grit and strings of her breaking nails rolling around his mouth, smearing up his tongue. “Wow! To think I ever wasted money buying a nail clipper when I had one in the house all this time that does all the work! Why would I want to have to bend all the way down there and try to get the right angle and slave to get perfect nails when here you were, just waiting for me, my little nail clipper!”

“What?” Augine spat. “I’m not your nail clipper! I’m not some tool!” He glared at her, but he didn’t dare stop his taste for fear of being squashed again!

“Saves me time, effort, and money on my pedicures! I don’t have to do them myself! I don’t have to pay for a nail technician! I don’t have to do it myself!” she sighed. “Of course, I still have to put up with you and try to get you to listen to me! But, having my own living nail clipper must be my reward for being the better sibling! If I have to do all this to take care of you, then I get a fancy nail clipper!” Augine shook his head, snapping through a nail with a grumpy grunt. “She’s such a liar! This is ridiculous! The better sibling?! You’re tormenting me!” But, no matter what he thought, he didn’t have a choice. If she said he was going to be a living nail clipper, he was. In fact, he was already one right now as he chewed through nail after nail.

By the time he got to the last big toes rounded nail, the rest of the clippings sloshed around inside his mouth, clicking to his teeth and scrapings up against his cheeks.

“Better get all those down!” Kimberlee urged, chuckling. “I don’t want to see you wasting anything!” She stared at him, gaze unwavering as she watched to make sure that Augine chewed down all the nail bits. As his teeth worked at the clippings, they started to fall apart in shreds. He could feel the thin tendrils of compacted cells of the nail plate wiggling into the space between his teeth, snagging throughout his mouth. His tongue flicked throughout his mouth, trying to get all the pieces loose so he could gulp them down, but no matter how hard he tried there always seemed to be more rolling around in his mouth.

His tongue toe was smeared with the grit of the dirt that collected beneath her nails. He felt the texture mixing into his saliva, filling his entire mouth with the off-putting sensation of rough, textured spit.

“Good boy! Swallow it down! Eat up! Get all that protein in there! You’ll need that for all your fucking later, right!?” Kimberlee urged, massaging her toes on his stomach. Her big toe poked at his throat, starting to rub up and down on his gullet to work down the nails. He gulped at them, trying to get everything down. He could feel the prickly bunch bob in his throat for a moment before he finally got them to drop down into his throat.

He gave a burp, shocked to finally be done and exhausted after chewing so forcefully for so long. His stomach was gurgling with discomfort around all the clippings that filled it. He could still feel some of the lingering grit on his tongue while his stomach churned around the stuffed, vaguely bulging stomach. “Ugh...” he grunted, looking down at an angle to see how his stomach bulged up into a mound where it was literally stuffed with all the clippings he’d gulped down.

“Wow! See! I told you it’d be a nice, full meal!” Kimberlee told him, grinning before she bent down. She plucked him up by the back of his neck again, letting him waggle in the air as she rose him up, up, up to her palm. All the swinging as they traveled up, with his body waving from her fingers, only shook around his stuffed stomach further.

“You did good eating all that!” she praised, flipping him forcefully onto his back on her palm. Two fingers ran up his sides, pressing his small hands back up so his bulging stomach stayed jutting out on display. It created a smooth, mountainous mound atop his chest. He looked down, seeing the stretched skin looking thinner than before it reached such an extreme point of fullness. “All full of protein!” Kimberlee chirped, setting her fingertip atop his gut and starting to wriggle and press it into the soft flesh.

“Protein? All full of-” he gulped, lip curling up with continued disgust. “Protein my ass! More like full of toe nail clippings.” His face crinkled up again, unable to clear his mind of the reaction to the mere idea of that! Let alone the sensation of the sharp edges writhing down his throat that still haunted him. He imagined he could feel them poking at his stomach’s walls right now, reminding him over and over that he’d chewed his sister’s long nails off and eaten them down.

Kimberlee’s finger started to rub over the bulge of his stomach, rolling his skin across the fuzz of short hairs on his stretched stomach as she kneaded down into the fullness. She squished at it, watching how it didn’t give beneath her finger because its insides were much too full for that.

“You’ve been so good! Look at my beautiful nails!” She wriggled them around on the carpet. “You were a good nail clipper! I think you should get a special reward!” She bobbed her head, excitedly agreeing with herself before she squeezed him into her palm a bit tighter. “No running off now!” she said, jokingly laughing as though she saw no reason for him to run away.

“God, what now?” he thought, eyes wide. But all she did was turn towards the bed and start fluffing up all the pillows and tugging the blanket open as she prepped for bed. “Just have to wash my face!” she said with a swing of her arm. She headed towards the bathroom, the rat still trapped in her squeezed hand. Augine saw his own bedroom swim past his eyes, the door shut. “Damn! No one is even going to notice I’m missing till tomorrow! They’ll just think I’m asleep!” He felt so trapped, utterly unable to free himself.

“I don’t want you to run, but I need to scrub my face; so you’ll have to sit like a good boy!” Kimberlee was saying as they rounded into the bathroom, suddenly dropping him. He blinked, confused about where she’d put him until he realized that she’d set him into her drawer filled with the packages of tampons and her cleaning supplies. “That’s where a nail clipper belongs anyways!” she giggled, starting up the water to wash off her face.

Augine blinked, trapped inside the dark drawer, staring at the outlines of his sister’s toiletries with a disgruntled expression. “Just where the nail clipper belongs!” he thought, mocking his sister’s voice with a scowl. “I’m not a nail clipper! I’m a person! I’m a person!” he chanted, but he suddenly faltered.

“No one can even hear me... what’s the point?” He didn’t respond to himself, but he thought maybe he was trying to convince himself of it. His mind suddenly shifted, trying to focus away from his own crisis of identity. “She’s up there washing her face and I’m trapped her, covered in cum-” His face curled up with a grimace. He could feel the cum dried into his fur, crusting up and locked into position to the point that it actually tugged a bit at him if he forced the fur to move a different way than the cum had glued it down.

“It’s your fault anyways!” He snapped, at himself. A sudden flush of shame covered him. How could he even complain about being covered in cum when it was his own fault, he lost control; he had no control. He’d made the mess of himself, hadn’t he?

“No! You know what? It was her fault! She teased me! It is possible for a man to cum against his own wishes! It’s just a biological thing-”

“Just a biological attraction to being stepped on?” That dark voice in the back of his mind asked, mockingly. “Just a biological urge to be squashed? Or was it because she’s your sister? Like your family a lot? Sicko. Or was it being a rat, are you just preparing for a life of mindless breeding?”

“No! No! No!” He wanted to cover his ears. He wanted to hide from his own mind. The constant teasing, the laughing, the mockery; it drove him mad. He wasn’t sure what to believe about him, his own intentions, his own life. It was a blurry mess, obscured by Kimberlee’s pointed commentary all the time! He could hear the water, rushing from above, taunting him. He longed to get a mere rinse, just something to break up the crust of the jizz in his fur, to at least obscure it and hide it so he could deny it happened for a little longer.

A sudden jolt made him jump. The handle of the drawer he sat in gave a thudding clunk in it’s hole.

“You know what? I think I’ll be nice! We’ll add this to your surprise!” Came Kimberlee’s voice crashing through the wood of the furniture set. Suddenly the drawer flung open, Augine look up at his sister’s face, all rinsed fresh and clean suddenly.

“I’ll help you with that mess you made!” She grabbed him by his mid-section, squeezing him tightly and bringing him up to the sink. She plopped him into the dipped dish of the sink where the droplets of remaining water sat between his toes.

“Oh!” Augine’s mouth dropped open a bit, momentarily happy! “Some mercy! Some grace!”

“I’ll be gracious and nice and clean up your mess for you! I sure wish you hadn’t jizzed all over yourself, but I’ll be the better sibling. The better person.” She looked down at him, eyes raking over his body judgmentally. “It would have helped if there hadn’t been quite so much! Someone was pent up!” She laughed. “What was it? Was that the first time a girl ever touched your special place? Was it me? Was your sister the first one to touch your itty bitty ween?” She giggled. “And by touch, I mean of course, to step on and wobble on top of. Is that your deal? Or are you just too desperate that anything will do it?” His excitement at getting the cum cleaned off was starting to fade with her words. She mocked him, so harshly without pulling any punches. He could feel a hot flush starting to cover his body, filled with shame at everything she said.

She was too quick! By the time he tried to respond to one mocking point, she’d already made another. She somehow managed to break him down on every leg, giving him nothing to keep standing on. She struck for his pride, his penis, his sexual desire, his self control- everything! All at once!

She bent down, snagging an aging bottle of no tears shampoo she used for her rats usually. “My rats rarely need this, just if they get sick and make a mess of themselves or I’m worried about major germs, but you made a special mess of yourself with that whole not having any self control business!” She laughed, squirting some of the pale yellow goo into her hand.

His nose wrinkled. She just kept piling more and more on. First she assaulted him, in general. Then, she layered his status right now, trapped as a rat and made it all worse again!

Then, her hand closed over her back. She started to rub the soap into his fur, working it up his back and then smearing her fingers around his back. Her squeeze was not gentle, groping his full stomach roughly, really digging her fingernails into his flesh in an attempt to break up all the drying layers of cum smeared into the fluff.

“So messy. Making a mess of yourself with a bunch of jizz-” Her tongue clicked disapprovingly. “It’s shameful really, letting cum dry all over your fur, you should have licked it out and made it all neat like you did for my toes! Your mouth is a wonderful tool! All rats use their mouths for a variety of tasks!” Kimberlee was babbling, and Augine noticed with horror, she was actually using the voice she used on her own pet rats. It was higher up, as though to acknowledge that she knew the creature wouldn’t respond and add a layer of security against confusion or judgement in talking to an animal.

“All rats? No, I’m not a rat though. No no-” He tried to brush it off. Denial played in his mind in a loop, just shrugging away her comments; but the more she talked the more he had to logic away, to lock into the box marked: “Ignore!” in his mind and the latch was starting to weaken. Her comments were leaking out, circulating through his mind. Her address played in a loop, “All rats...” including him, he was a rat. He was part of the collective species of rat, not a person, not Augine, a rat.

“Though, mostly they are just constantly gnawing, gnawing, gnawing; aren’t you? Gotta keep those grimy yellows from getting too long!” she giggled, laughing at her own tweaking of words. “Get it? Pearly whites? Except you will never have white teeth!” she chuckled, rubbing her hand harder into his body, starting to scratch the cum stain out from the top of his head and out from between his small toes.

Augine was reeling. Everything she said now, what came naturally was perfectly aimed to cut deep. She had somehow knocked him down another peg! He wasn’t a human trapped, made weak and small and useless in a rat’s body; but she’d started treating him like he was an actual rat and hadn’t ever been anything else. She spoke in that high, babying tone! She washed him with the same soap she used to clean her rat’s if they got so sick they shit themselves! She didn’t even think about that didn’t address it! It was instinct! Her instinct was to treat him like a rat! “If she’d been trying to make me suffer, she would have purposefully gotten soap in my eyes, not made it gentle if it did happen. She didn’t do that on purpose. That was instinct! Instinct said, he’s a rat! Treat him like a pet rat!” Augine shook his head, smearing the soap around as he tried to think of some way to soothe himself, but he couldn’t write off something that wasn't even an insult. When she did it on purpose, he had anger or denial to use to trick himself into feeling better, but when her torment was idle? Instinctual? What could he do?

“Wow! Look at all that foaming!” Kimberlee let out a low, appreciative whistle as she looked down at the bed of white foam that generated from his coat of thick, fuzzy fur that coated his entire frame. “This is like... the best natural hair washcloth ever!” She gasped, bending down over the sink. “I bet this will buff all the impurities out of my skin! And feel like a little massage!”

She bent over the sink, grabbing him around the other way with her palm to his stomach and his most furry back pointed outwards to be used for her scrubbing. She let out a sigh as she felt the soft, foaming surface of fur wipe across her skin. Instantly, a shudder ran down her spine with delight. “Oh wow! This is the best washcloth ever!”

“What? No! I’m not a washcloth!” Augine spat back, but she didn’t even notice. Kimberlee was humming, eyes closed as she rubbed Augine’s soft fluff over her face, she swirled him around in a circular motion, feeling the soap bubble into her skin.

“You know... this is so good! I think I will take a nice, hot shower and buff out all the skin!” She jumped back, bouncing on the balls of her sheet as she flicked the shower on to heat. Steam instantly began to build in the room while Augine was dropped into the sink. Through the building amount of obscuring steam, the transformed teenager watched as his sister dropped her shirt off from over her head, tossing it over top the side of the sink station before her panties rolled down her thighs next. Augine felt his nose jolt, catching a faint whiff of his sister’s sweetened, earthy spice in the moisture-heavy air, only carrying the scent more.

Through the veil of steam, he could see the shape of her body- now utterly nude. Her bare shoulders created a smooth, supply curve that led down towards her hips. Her body was a balance of athletic and curves, much of her boasted a more toned, petite form while her body shape hinted at subtle, feminine curves. Her breasts stood out boldly on her chest, perky. The pink of her nipple caught his eye through the thin fog, flushed and pert atop the white mounds of her chest.

“Ah!” She suddenly bent, reaching a hand to check the water of the shower and simultaneously giving Augine a glimpse of her bare ass directed right towards him. “Perfect temperature!” She grabbed him, squeezing his gut hard, without any indication that she remembered he was a living creature. She just plucked him up like a bar of soap, clutching him in her tight grasp as they leapt into the shower together.

Obliviously, her hand waved him right into the spray of water. He was hit in the face with a massive spray of the hot gush, forcing him to gasp at air suddenly as she dipped her head into the water purposefully, careful not to drown herself on the rush of water. “Mmm.... Now for some scrubbing!” She squeezed him, adding a bit more soap into his foaming back before she started to rub him along her slender arm. She started rubbing him, grinding up and down the length of her arm. His fur foamed up the soap, distributing a supple sheen of bubbling white across her flesh while Augine sputtered constantly trying to spit water and soap out from his face. Kimberlee was humming, utterly ignoring him or having forgotten he was anything but an amazing washcloth. “Kimberlee! Jesus! Kimberlee!” he tried to shout, but even his weakened, squeaking form of communication was muffled under the rushing sound of the water pounding into their bodies.

A spray of soapy water hit him right in the face. “Pfffft! Blah! Blah! Pffft!” He spat the soap away, but he couldn’t help but catch the mental image of an actual washcloth- flattened and lifeless- suddenly having a face. He pictured a terry cloth spitting away the water, just like he was doing.

“Oh wow! Just wow! This feel so good!” She shifted him to her other arm, before she lifted her arm up to expose the expanse of her armpit, dotted with a few stray hairs. His eyes spotted that expanse of skin before she’d even sent him against it.

“Oh no! Come on! Some boundaries!” he thought with a cry, rolling his lip up with a groan as she slammed him beneath her arm. She shoved Augine’s furry body up, grinding him into her flesh to rub and grind into the skin and lift out the scent of sweat. Augine’s nose wrinkled, breathing in this rich, tangy scent of fresh sweat on the pinky slope of her armpit.

She crooned out a happy sigh. “Ah! Yes! It’s always so hard to get all the sweat out of there! But I can already feel it cleaning everything!” She rubbed him harder, scrunching his body up into the fold beneath her arm so that she could almost cover him within that spot and he’d disappear. She squished her arm down over him, wiggling it so that he jostled around inside the hot cave of her armpit over top of his head and closing his entire body there in her trap. His face smeared into the flesh, the little spare hairs poking at his cheek.

“You were never this helpful before!” she laughed, rolling her eyes back with a happy sight as he worked the sweaty build up out from her pits. “You are an amazing washcloth though! This is it! This might be your calling! Nail clipping, pit-cleaning... Rat!”

“Wah-what?” Augine gasped out, “No!” The idea that he was so useful as some sort of hygiene products for woman to keep themselves tidy and in check disgusted him. It degraded him in every way possible. “My calling?” Was this all he was meant to be? Would his life, as a human, ever result in something more satisfying than straight nail and sweat-free arm pits?

“Kimberlee says no!” he spat, trying to encourage himself, to somehow point out this majorly faulty logic, but he could suddenly see a montage of all his failures, any moment that supported her point: “I just don’t think football is your sport, bub;” “You know, science is a hard field! Maybe you’d be a good science teacher rather than a researcher?;” “Teacher usually have to have a lot of patience, you haven’t demonstrated that in class;” “Augine? Really? Three Cs and two Bs? Your grades are slipping again;” “Wow! Granny! You’ll never be a race car driver for sure.”

Was that all somehow foreshadowing in his life, preparing him to find out that he was most useful as a rat, as a living tool for his sister? Kimberlee had always been a successful kid. She’d won at her first science fair, published poetry in the local magazine, gotten a huge scholarship already as part of an early admittance prep program at the high school, her test scores were amazing, she volunteered at the animal shelter. “Is my purpose in life really to just support her well-being? To prepare my sister to be the great one?”

He gulped. His entire life flooded into question. He sopped up sweat from her armpits. He felt those little hair poke his cheek again. “Hey!” Kimberlee suddenly poked his head. “Your teeth are sharp, why don’t you trim those for me-”

Augine looked at the few, short prickly hair and blinked. “What? No.”

But, her hand gave a sudden tight squeeze. “You know what happens with useless tools? They go in the trash-” she pursed her lips. “And we compact our trash tomorrow! A nice slow, crush, squishing washcloths around all the rotten food in the house, pressing it against the leftover chicken we didn’t eat tonight and those panties I threw away yesterday because they got stained... Becoming just a blog of conjoined trash!” Her hand held him tightly, backing up her threat.

With a disgusted whimper, his mouth opened. Soap ran over his tongue, swirling into his mouth; but he focused on biting off the bottom of the hair follicle. He felt it escape into his mouth, catching on the wetness of his tongue and staying stuck there as he clipped off the remaining little hairs on one armpit and then the other.

“Wow! So much better! So multipurpose!” she gasped, laughing. “You really are so useful like this! It’s amazing!”

“Great! Useful! Some tool to keep women all shaved and trimmed and clean!”

“I wish I could clone you and give one to all my friends! We do so much work to stay all smooth and fresh and looking our best, you’d make all our lives easier!”

She threw up her hands. “It all makes so much sense now!” She started grinning, huge and showing all her teeth. “You were never good at anything! Not sports! Not school! Not arts!”

Augine’s eyes went wide. “T-that’s everything I just said...” he wondered, briefly if she could read his thoughts. “No, of course she can’t... It’s just obvious that I’m a failure in all those things! It’s not like she’s blind! She can see that I’m no athlete! She saw my grades come home! Heard Mom’s lectures... I’m sure she could just see, with her eyes, that I’m no artist! It’s just that obvious that I’m nothing! Not a success in any of the clear areas!”

“Never had a girlfriend either... so it’s not like that is your strong point! Not a people person, not a hopeless romantic! You’re not some excelling gamer either! I know some have made it big, champions at arcade games or famous YouTube gaming streamers; but you’re just a casual hack! You don’t have any skill for it, no special mark!” she chuckled. “I think you were just created for this! Clipping! Trimming! Washing our bodies! You were made to enhance our lives!” She looked down at him, seeing the small stubbly hairs that clung to his face, poking out from his own furry chin like a haphazard beard. Augine’s face burned, shame covering him in a red blush.

“A woman’s best friend!” she crooned, looking down at him with rising excitement while Augine stared back with festering self-doubt. “Not just any woman’s! Me! I’ve always excelled at everything I’ve tried my hand at! I’m meant to do great things! Obviously! Destiny created you to end up here, keeping me prepared, my body in tip-top shape so I can do all that I was meant for! All the things that matter!

“Oh... Good... The new, hottest item in women’s hygiene care! That’s my legacy! That’s my calling! My hope for humanity is that I can keep them from being socially judged! Could that really be all I was made to do? Could it...? Am I just meant to be my sister’s keeper, some multi-functioning cleaning ball of fluff?” He was so bitter, so insulted yet unsure if there wasn’t a grain of truth in her words. What had he accomplished that said he had so much hope in his future. His sister had never been happier with him than now! Did he even have more to offer?

“How long does she mean to leave me like this? Would she really keep me here- like this as some cleaning utensil for her constant enjoyment and perfection! God, would she really share her secret with other women? Would she end up loaning me out to her friends? Go ahead, he’s in the bathroom! Have him clip your nails while you pee, free pedicure and no time commitment! You forgot your razor? Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing!” He suddenly saw himself being flocked with his sister’s friends, being shared in the locker room at school. He imagined just a line of sweaty, fresh out of tennis shoes feet all in need of a trim on their nails and then a good scrub. His nose curled up, imagining already the ache in his jaws from all the wear and tear on him from chewing. His stomach would bulge up to the size of an orange beneath him by the time he reached the final set of toes! But Kimberlee wouldn’t feel any sympathy, no! She’d just say, “Oh! Look, don’t have to feed you for awhile! Great!”

“Am I meant to be some women’s bathroom tool? Something to keep in a convenient cage in the drawer and feed with your clippings.” He laughed, sourly. “No upkeep! Just wash him on your naked body and feed him your body’s discarded keratin protein!”

“Would she share me with Mom?” He suddenly saw her smooth, ruby red nails in his mind. “Would she provide me to the whole house to use? Would Mom use my to trim her smooth pedicure? Would she ask me to trim off her patch of pussy hair and keep it controlled and neat?” His mind flooded with how it’d smell to be hovering over his mother’s sex, cleaning up the crisp line of her small patch of pubic hair.

“What would happen as she grew up? Would he keep me over the years?” He suddenly saw Kimberlee through all of high school, coming to him in the bathroom before prom and having him spend extra time getting every single hair! “Tonight might be the night, Augine! You have to get all the hair from down there! I want to be baby butt smooth! Like silk!” He saw her, squatting over him with her ass cheeks spread so his small teeth could clip away each and every hair that grew along her bikini zone and create the perfect, silken line of groomed perfection. Then, with a grimace, he thought of the next day. “Oh! It was the night! I’m such a mess!” Then, she grab him up and load his furry back with soap and begin scrubbing away the layers of lubricant and semen from her crotch, forcing him to lick anything that she couldn’t reach with careful scrubbing.

“Would she keep me through college?” he thought, gut dropping at the idea of watching Kimberlee go onto a university while he stayed locked as a rat, set to accomplish nothing, to learn nothing else but a different way to prepare her perfect body. He imagined her passing her around with her roommate, first with just one; but then with the entire floor. Would he end up just living in a communal bathroom for anyone who needed to respectfully use. He imagined finishing every night with his jaw tight and his gut full of nail crusted with dirt after long days longing barefoot on the quad and then washing away the grime of someone’s night partying, another person’s late night mess of sneaky masturbation. “Oh Kimberlee! Thank you so much for sharing him with us! Nothing relaxes me more after a long test!”

He’d see foot after foot as all the people on the floor got their toes done, perhaps bringing him out for people on other floors and from other dorms until he’d tasted the sweaty, salty toes of every girl on campus, even some of the boyfriend who were pushed to let their girlfriends clean up their nails.

He knew Kimberlee wanted to do a sport in college, perhaps volleyball. He pictured her slugging into the shower late after a game or practice, smearing him onto her sweaty body. He pictured it happening every night after each long, tired practice he’d been jammed into her armpit to work out the sweat soaked into the flesh, smeared between her ass cheeks and thighs to get at all the bits where sweat pooled. He’d watch as her body grew stronger and stronger, muscles toning and growing while he stayed the same. He’d never grow. He’d never change. He’d be stagnant, stuck. “Tools don’t have muscles or goals or anything! They just are-” He thought bitterly, envisioning his entire life being this same repeat. He’d witness as Kimberlee went from a hopeful freshman to proud senior and he’d never have a single day that wasn’t the same as the last: chewing off toenails, trimming stray hairs, washing up messes...

“Oh man! That game was insane!” Kimberlee chattered, grinding Augine up into her sweaty armpit. Her entire body was slick and sticky with the sweat that had drenched her. She didn’t even pay attention to him as she squeezed onto his gut, making both eyes bulge open as he became nothing more than her sponge again. His fur create a lush foam of soap, letting her scrub and wear away at the sticky sheen of sweat on her flesh. She squashed him into her armpit, mashing him hard into that supple curve beneath her arm.

“God! I know! I’m so nasty!” “Oh! Here! Try this!” Kimberlee tossed him, sending him flying over top of the hard tile of the large, shared showering stall. The other girl, skin smooth like drinking chocolate, grabbed him between two hands with the clutching squeeze of a sports player. The strength in her grip made his stomach suddenly churn with distress before she began to scrub off with him. Once she’d worked the sweat off her flesh, she tipped him so his teeth caught at her body hair filling in the armpit, no longer even saying anything for him to instinctively begin nibbling at the small, thin follicles and trimming her down.

“I’m not different than a true electric razor! Just flick me on and I go!”

At first, he felt angry to even think about her robbing him of his chance to grow and develop; but then a thought struck him. “Have I ever wanted to grow and get better? At anything?” He could suddenly recall every moment he’d turned down the chance to improve or he’d quit or dropped something to avoid more commitment. “No way! I don’t want to be a manager, leave me a general employee;” “Nooo! I don’t want to lead the project, too much work;” “Sure I’d bulk up, but I don’t want to go to the gym every day!”

“Maybe... I wasn’t made to succeed and grow. Maybe this is what I need, something steady and unchanging. Maybe that is the best fit for me...” Augine though, stomach sinking at the idea of it, though his mind was accepting the logic.

His best fit was to just be a tool for this communal sharing of body hygiene. He wasn’t any different than a lifeless, inanimate washcloth or even a tampon at this point! Just there to keep the women of the tennis team trimmed and feeling their best! It didn’t matter than he didn’t have a voice, an object didn’t need one. And that’s all he was. That’s all he was to all of them. They didn’t flinch when they scrubbed him between the sweaty soles of their feet, rubbing away the skin dried and crusting from a day out on the sand volleyball pit. They didn’t pause to clean his teeth after he trimmed their sandy nails. They didn’t think of him. You don’t think of your hygiene items having feelings, thoughts.

“I’m just nothing. Nothing but a product to be used... used up...”

Then onwards? Would he watch her from his glimpses into her life as he cut her toenails and trimmed her armpit hair as she earned a degree, went on to become a lawyer or politician? Would he watch her nightly strip from a pin striped suit and then flop into a hot bath, exhausted from a day of passing bills or defending innocents pro bono knowing that she could come home to at least be pampered by her constant tool. His mind filled with the image of the small cage, set up in the bathroom with just a bit of a drip from the sink leaking in and a bowl of discarded clippings for snacks. He saw it as years passed, rusting slightly but never being replaced, because no one thought about helping him out that way!

“Oh the meeting went so long today! But I just could miss out on Supreme Court Justice Wahlberg's take on the constitutionality of the proposal! I mean, that was a great talk! A good scrub, soak, and a clip and I’ll feel better than ever!” Would become the only type of greeting he ever received. “The sick thing is.... I’d probably look forward to that, wouldn’t I...” He sighed, seeing the long days. The house would be empty, silent as Kimberlee was out busy and accomplished while Augine did nothing. He didn’t have a purpose without her, his life’s work only existed when she was around! Would his days just stretch on and on? Or would Kimberlee share him during the day? Perhaps she’d take him into the office, keeping him on her neck while she worked at her desk as a warmer to help soothe the tired aching from her busy lifestyle.

“Just a list of my duties for the night, the ways I can enhance her day; day in and out! She’d never have to do anything! Never need to feed me! I’d just be fed on clippings and hairs I cut, right? Could waste money on my food if I can eat for free and the money can become another investment when she move on to Wall Street!”

“Oh be extra careful tonight! I have to accept my Noble Peace Prize tomorrow and I don’t want to look bad in front of all the new reporters! Oh! I’m sure some of the pictures they take will be around for so long! It’ll make history! I’d hate to look unruly in the history books!” He imagined her reaching any goal, accomplishing a grocery list of things while he did nothing, only tallied another time he trimmed her nails, another successful job trimming her armpits, another cum stain he got out from her sheets.

Kimberlee thought of the same ideas on her own, picturing him as this constant companion for the working woman. “The career woman’s one reprieve in the day...” she thought with a distant sigh. “The one thing she can depend on to give her a rest! Something that can help her keep up with society’s constant expectations for her looks! Something to take the stress off!” She grabbed Augine’s furry face with two finger pads. “Oh yes! You’d be absolutely perfect! A symbol of hope for hard working females everywhere! You’d do the stupid shit society wants us to spend time doing and leave time for us to do all that we actually hope to do with our lives!”

Augine winced, her comment almost actually hurt him. The idea that he would do nothing but the aimless tasks that women hate doing, that this future excited his sister for him. “Is that really all she thinks I can do? Is that all I can do?”

“Huh!” Kimberlee though, chuckling. “Maybe I can find a cloning spell! Everyone can have a Squeaky Clean Companion! Heh Heh!”

She gave a happy sigh, pleased with this imagining for her future while Augine just stared forward, unsure how to even process all this. He was filled with dread, but Kimberlee felt lighter, more relaxed and happy than ever!

“Ooh! That tickles!” she giggled suddenly, writhing and squirming as she rubbed him into the sweating dip now bare and smoother than ever. His fur was actually buffing away dead skin also, softening the entire area as he revealed the fresher, younger skin beneath. He could feel the small bits of the dead skin trapped in his fur coat. He could smell her scent thick in the air, amplified by the moisture of the shower that only emboldened her smell. He could feel it, rubbing into his fur and practically marking him with her smell.

“Marked so no one steals her precious tool!” he thought, glaring down into the steamy darkness of the tub and trying to block out all the bits and smells that clung to him.

Her scrubbing started to wander. He felt himself gliding down, pressed to the shape of her curving sides before he dipped in, stroking his fur over her stomach.

His body pressed between her breasts. He could feel the slight squeeze of them on either side of him, giving him an entire body boob job as she scrubbed in that small cavern between where sweat like to gather throughout the day in the confines of a bra. Soap and water streamed down over her breasts, striking him in the face over and over. He had to close his eyes, yet they kept sneaking open to peer out across the mountain of her breasts from this perspective. The idea, suddenly hitting him, that he was perusing over his sister’s nude body hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Oh G-gosh!” he gasped out, feeling her sudden swirling him over top of her actual breasts. He could feel her mashing him into the flesh, groping him as a part of her breasts to feel the fur tickling to the supple skin. “Mmm... so soft...” she crooned. “I’ve never had such a gentle washcloth!”

She shifted, suddenly clicking the water off. “I just want to enjoy this for a bit!” She looked at him, jolting a bit as if she’d just realized that she held onto him. She smirked. “Plus, I think I need a deep, hard scrubbing to really get clean tonight- today was a pretty sweaty day after all! I did play soccer earlier, in gym class, and you know how no one actually showers after gym! Then, the bus’ AC broke down and it was toasty, toasty in there!” She started to rub him into her armpit again, this time harder with the pure intention of working her sweat out from her skin and instead onto his furry back. She’d mark him with her scent, replace their mother’s aroma on his body with her own!

As she worked, soap leaked out from his fluff, oozing down her body in tantalizing trails of soft foam that rolled down the shape of her him, hitting every accent of her body. He flopped from one armpit into the other, building up more and more of her smell on him. He could almost taste the build up from the long bus ride home, sweltering in the heat and sweating down into a cotton top that trapped it all against her flesh without any ventilation to lessen the build up. It was thick enough that he started feel like it was in his mouth, rolling on his tongue the shining droplets of perspiration.

She scrubbed him downwards, suddenly arcing in between her thighs. He felt the slight squeeze of her legs on either side of him as his back suddenly ran over top of the mound of her sex. His eyes went huge, feeling the shape of her bare sex just behind him while all he could see was the walls of the shower in jolting motions. “Cum mop!” She blurted with a laugh, rubbing him right between her lower lips. She squashed him into her so that his fur contoured right into the shape of her lower lips. He could feel the lump of her small clit on his back, rubbing into his fluffy coat.

“Oh you just fit right in there! It’s perfect! You really are the best washcloth!” She pushed him harder into her, grinding him right between her legs to let the soapy coat of fur rub into her pussy, cleaning out all the natural build up of juices and sweat there in the creases of her body. “I bet it’s just the fur...” She suddenly jumped slightly. “You know, this could be an amazing business opportunity. You love to fuck. I love this washcloth! You could be my breeder to make natural, animal-fur washcloths! With some good branding we could have special ones too; the pussy cloth (gentle for your lady bits!), the gunk scrub (for men! So manly it’s made from a dead thing!), the breasts best friend (no harsh texture on your nipply bits!).” She lifted him up, staring at him. “You’d be the breeder and I’d just have to get a bundle of females, start raising the offspring to get a good base supply of furs....”

Augine’s face wrinkled, staring at her. “What? That can’t happen! I’m not staying a rat long enough to raise some twisted rat family! I’m gonna be myself again soon! Just as soon as Aunt Sheryl realizes what’s gone wrong!” He glared, face crinkling up and his teeth jittering with agitated energy.

“Oh?” She raised her brows, instantly flashing irritation at him. “Really? You want a different job in the company, then? I could always make my prototype out of you!” She squeezed him hard. He felt like his eyes would pop out! “I’d need to start presenting the idea right away, that is right. Besides, it’s not like rats are hard to come by! I could go buy a bundle tomorrow! But to have a good fur to start manufacturing a sample product with! That has to happen right away...”

She started groping down his body, rubbing her fingers along the seams of her body- sides and underside of his belly. “Would I want the belly fur.... Would it be best as just a small square, traditional or would it be better to make a small glove?” She suddenly pressed him flush to her stomach, using it as a work station to press her spread out hand over him, testing out the sizing. “Could skin the whole skin, preserve it, and then make a small glove for easiest scrubbing, plus self touch promotes a healthy relationship with your body, stimulates the skin...” She was bobbing her head, thinking this through while Augine was just horrified and staring at her.

“She wouldn’t really... would she? She’s just brainstorming for the fun of it... Yeah! No way would she... She couldn’t be serious, nooo!” Denial ran through his mind faster than the Nile river ran. He tried to find some proof that she was joking, teasing, mocking, torturing him with this game; but he couldn’t tell anymore! She seemed so serious about skinning him as a product sample! She didn’t flinch, didn’t flash a grin. She fell silent, starting to scrub him down along the crack of her rump as she hummed to herself. Augine just felt confused, scared, and hopeless.

“If she decides to skin me... who’s going to stop her?” He thought of Aunt Sheryl, but something kept nagging at him about her, and his hope in her rescue was fading. He felt a sudden tightness around his body, realizing that Kimberlee had wedged him between her ass cheeks as she reached up to wash through her hair with some more soap. “Wash my hair quick then I’ll rinse down!”

Now he could really smell her body’s natural musk. The scent of her hung all around him, fresh from the source and built up sweat from the day. She’d scrubbed her entire rump with him, rubbing the natural scent of her entire day’s sweat into his body. Then, with a sudden click, she flooded him with water. The water poured right onto his face, streaming down her body and re-directing right into his nose and mouth, momentarily suffocating him before she started to give her entire body a final, soapy wash with him.

“Makes a great squeegee too! Gentle, yet strong enough to leave you squeaky clean!” She clapped her hand, bopping his head as she did. “That’s it! Squeaky clean? Rats? Squeaky Clean Cloths!”

She stepped out, dripping water in her naked glory as her eyes ran across the scene of the bathroom. “Oh! I made a mess!” She suddenly looked down, seeing the water dribbled along the edge of the tub and throughout the entire bathroom. “No worries! I have my multi-purpose squeaky cleaner!” She gave him a squeeze, dropping her hand to rub him like a towel along the wet edges of the tub to wipe up the soap and water dribbled outside of its bounds. She paused in the tub, giving him a sudden squeeze. His eyes bulged wide, feeling like she might pop his body like a balloon to work some of the water and soap out of his fur before she used his body to wipe down the curtains and walls slightly, forcing the water off the surfaces. Then, she hopped over, wiping across the sink and mirror with his form too. She whistled as she did, not even acknowledging that she was using him as a mop for her messes.

“Just second nature at this point!” he thought, bitterly as the cold of the granite sink counter licked it’s chilled tongue along his back. She paused, hovering him over the sink for another gut-wrenching squeeze to drip some water out from his furry coat. “Just use me! I’m just some tool! Yep! Just a washcloth! A nail clipper! Now I’m a mop! Just a mop for all your mess! Tidy the lady bits, make you look good, and clean up for you when done!” he spat, glaring the entire time she bent over and actually whisked him over the wet spots of the floor!

“I’m a mop... I’m really a mop now!” Augine though, his pride entirely broken apart. He didn’t know how he could ever face his sister again after she had wiped around the edge of the toilet with his head as a detailer to press into the crease of the white porcelain meeting the floor.

“You’re so absorbent! It’s really quite amazing how much you can do!”

“That’s not the context I ever expected to hear those words...” Augine thought with a sigh, trying to hold his breath as his face was swept repeatedly through the final puddle on the floor. She stood up, giving his fur a final squeeze, making his stomach bubble with discomfort as it threatened to pop like an overextended balloon; but then she released him and re-inspected the bathroom.

“There! Once more check...” She ran him over the mirror, buffing it clean with his tummy as he stared into his own eyes. He saw the face of a rat, a rat whose fur was rumpled and crazy, mused with being used as a washcloth. He could see all the wear she was putting on him. “I don’t look like myself at all...”

“And done!” Kimberlee chirped!

“Good God...” Augine though, dizzy and a bit light-headed when she finally finished with her cleaning. She set him onto the edge of the tub, now all dry! “Don’t move, that’s a long drop!” She scolded before she plopped onto the toilet.

Augine’s eyes went huge. “She’d never pee in front of me!” He thought with a ragged gasp, but sure enough, she didn’t even hesitate. “Oh my god... She really doesn’t expect me to be a person again. She wouldn’t.... She would never... She COULDN’T! She would never pee in front of me if she still thought of me as a person, as her brother! No way-” This sudden moment, this strange moment hit him harder than anything else. She’s been joking, teasing, and threatening all night to keep him a rat, to torture him with some other form; but this single moment was the most truthful action that really revealed that he wasn’t even as a person status. He really was just an animal, a nail clipper, a wash cloth... something she wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of.

She glanced over at him, looking right at him as she peed. She chuckled, rolling her eyes at his apparent reaction. “You should just be happy I don’t use you as toilet paper! You were so soft on my body, you’d feel amazing on my rump too!” She laughed again, chuckling even as Augine was gasping with shock and horror.

When she stood, flushing with a loud roar in the small room, Augine pictured his life and future rushing down the bowl in the swirling water. His hope was starting to crumble. “I’m devolved. I’m down here. I’m just a rat.” he muttered, barely noticing as she bent naked in front of him and dried down before throwing her t-shirt and panties back on.

“All better! Fresh and clean!” she chirped, plucking him back up from the side of the tub with a little bounce in her step. She swung him up in the air, excitedly carting him off while Augine just festered with distress as they left the bathroom with the sound of the toilet flush still echoing his mind like some vocal metaphor for his current situation.

“Now for your little surprise!” They returned to her bedroom, once more trapping him inside with a steady clunk of the shutting door- a sound that sent a jolt down his spine.

She dropped him onto the bed, right in the center with much too much space on all sides to try running away from her in before she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

“I could run!” Augine thought, starting to look around, but before he could his mind was suddenly jolted away as his sister forcefully peeled her shirt right up over her head in a single, smooth motion. Her entire body flew into view, unveiled in her flourishing movement. Her long legs had already been bare, but now they led up to the underside of simple, little panties that hugged to the outline of her puffy lower lips. Then, her bare smooth stomach rode up to her utterly bare breasts. Augine’s eyes went wide, seeing his sister’s freed orbs bounce on her chest, once and then twice. They were so perky, practically sitting upright on her chest with the youth and life in them. His mother’s chest had been so full, grabbable and bouncy, but his sister’s was tighter, yet still with enough to fill a groping hand. He gulped, disoriented by this nudity. As he stared, she scooped up the shirt and fluffed it between two hands.

She carefully shaped the cotton into a nest-like shape before she opened her rat cage and plopped it inside and then shoved Augine in to follow, setting him atop her used T-shirt like it was a throne. “Ta-da!”

Augine just looked back at her, waiting for some mocking comment to follow; but none came. “Is she serious? She thinks a... makeshift bed of her dirty laundry is actually good for me?” He stared harder, waiting for some ball to drop, but she just started to lose her grin. “What? Not good enough for you? You’re just a rat now, lower your standards! To a rat, this is luxury!” Sure enough, the others in the cage did stir, looking up towards this cuddly nest settled away from them. “In fact, I think there’s some more learning to be done if you can’t understand how gracious and kind this gift is!” She sneered down at him, glaring resentfully before she stopped her foot and turned towards the door. “Seems you still haven’t learned your lesson! Have you?” She looked at him over her shoulder, fixing a hard glare on him; but Augine didn’t suddenly start cuddling into the gifted shirt, he just glared back.

“Tsk... Tsk... Tsk...” She shook her head, slowly and then disappeared into the hallway.

“What did she think would happen? Sheesh!” Augine shook is head, rolling his eyes back. “I’m not a rat! I’m a person! Being tormented! There’s no reason for me to enjoy this! This... shirt!” He kicked at it, but his nose did twitch and catch a hint of her scent still clinging to the fabric, sweeter like her feet had been.

When Kimberlee didn’t come back quickly, Augine felt his stomach roll slightly and shift the filling of clippings anxiously throughout his gut. “W-what is she planning...” he wondered, biting at his lip as he stared at the door. “What could she do...” He started to worry, imagining her coming back with a stray cat lured in from outside with a piece of tuna.

“You’ll appreciate the safety of my cozy cage after a nice, rousing chase to the death!” She cackled inside his horrifying day dream. The cat writhed in her arms, feral and hungry. The scent of tuna lurked on it’s breath, washing out in front of it before Kimberlee set it down, trapped in her bedroom. Instantly, the frightened animal darted beneath the bed, sulking there as she set Augine down onto the rug. The entire world swam high above his head, reminding him how small he was- how helpless and weak. Kimberlee, his own sister, just stood over him grinning broadly. “This is what you get for not appreciating what you have! Now you’ll learn to be thankful for all gifts in this life!”

Augine shifted on the rug, starting to shake slightly as his eyes swam to look beneath the bed but he only saw shadows. He blinked, squinting to try and catch some glimpse of where the hunting cat lurked, but he didn't even see the shift of a shadow.

“Where do I go? Where do I go?” His heart started to pound, his blood rushing into his head. His eyes flicked across the room, spying the slight crack in her closet door. “If the cat’s anywhere under the bed! This should be safest!” he thought, jolting forward suddenly. His legs were so short! He barely seemed to move over the massive expanse of rug before he suddenly heard the rustle of the bed’s skirt moving as the cat crept out. He felt its eyes on his back, making his hair prickle up along his neck.

“God... Oh God... Oh fuck...” he started to pant. His entire body was working to run from the cat behind him. The beast felt so big. He imagined before, a cat seeming such a small pet to have; but now it was a monster. He felt his heart skip a beat, terror and adrenaline coursing through his entire body.

“This is it. I’m going to die a rat. I’m going to die a nail clipper, a cum mop, a rat. I’ll be nothing. I’ll have accomplished nothing. No one will even remember me as a poor kid, lost too soon! You don’t celebrate the lives of rats!” His stomach was churning, panic rising.

“Merrrrrrrrow!” The cat gave a battle call. Augine heard the thump of its feet pushing off from the carpeting. He looked back over one shoulder, saw two paws leading the arc throw the air as the feline’s fangs glinted in white just behind the claws.

“No! No! No!”

“Jesus!” Augine jolted, opening his eyes suddenly to remember that he’d just been imagining things. Heart still pounding in his chest, he sucked in a deep breath. “God, she wouldn’t do that... Not really- she’d threaten, but she wouldn’t do that.” He tried to soothe himself, looking at the bedroom door, but it hadn’t budged.

“She’s doing something though... What is it? Is she going to find some tiny cage and trap me without a bed, I could survive that for a night-” He stuttered. “Though... what if no one realizes I’m gone? What if she covers it up somehow? Aunt Sheryl will help me... right?” He felt uncertainty clouding his mind, obscuring his future. The stress of not knowing, being subjected to whatever could happen to him, nagged at his entire body. He could feel it from his churning stomach to the ache in his head, distress wore at him.

Suddenly, the door handle jiggled in place! Augine’s eyes locked on, watching as Kimberlee came into view and in her hands she carried... something long and black. The material of it glinted the light back slightly, a sheen coming from it. “Oh! Leather!”

Augine squinted, realizing the shape of what she held. “Boots!”

Then, he suddenly gasped. “Mom’s leather boots!” He realized all at once what his sister must have grabbed. His mother’s rather infamous lace up leather boots, her long time most treasured shoes.

“What’s she going to do to me now?” Augine thought to himself, suddenly yelping as his sister grabbed him by the tail. He swung through the air, dangling like an ornament before she held him over the vast expanse of the tall boots. He stared down into the dark abyss before she let go, sending him falling through the air into the boot. “Have fun, bro!” she whisper-shouted before flashing him a single grin and tugging the laces, tying them tight, and sealing out almost all the light.

“Damn. Can’t escape through that!” Augine muttered, staring at the knot of the strings high above his face. It was surreal, suddenly being inside the shoes he’d seen so many times in his life. So much space surrounded him at his shrunken size, but he remembered these so distinctly from his human perspective, when shoes were typically smaller than your body!

“These are Mom’s favorite shoes... no doubt...” he mused. She’d worn these for everything for as long as he could remember! “Shopping... dancing nights... holiday parties... walks in the park...” His mind scanned all the memories where this familiar, leather boot appeared. “My first soccer practice!” He suddenly gasped, nose crinkling at the realization that she’d been wearing these boots ten years ago when he was a little kid. “Ten years!? Ten years of walking and sitting and-” He suddenly breathed in. “-Sweating.”

The smell assaulted his nose. He was so small, utterly encompassed inside this leather that had been collecting this scent, the distinct scent of his mother’s feet and calves for over a decade. All his senses were operating only within the realm of the boot Kimberlee had plopped him into, leaving nothing to refresh his nose with, no distraction from the constant aroma. It didn’t stink, but it was no candle. The smell was too deep, too richly, distinctively feminine.

His nose was twitching madly, huffing and puffing in the scent instinctively. He couldn’t even stop himself, it had so many layers. It was as though he could smell the years in rings like the trunk of an aged tree. There was the newest notes that were tangy and fresh, marked with sweetness. Then, just the past year that became tangier as it settled. Then the elder shades that seemed spicy and well-developed.

The leather was such quality, not only lasting unmarred for so long, but it had eroded slowly and smoothly. He could feel how softened it was beneath his paw pads, the leather almost silk beneath his touch from all the wearing. Years of intensive use had built the imprint and outline of his mother’s foot right into the sole. It was as though the ghost of her foot still lived inside the shoe, its shape filling it and the scent of it stronger than if his mother herself stood on top of him.

“G-god...” he stammered, realizing that the smell carried the thick notes of her feminine hormones, lingering in the sweat that seeped down into the natural materials, deep inside the lining of the boots. Her very existence was leaked down into the leather that surrounded him. His nose was twitching madly, almost hyperventilating he sucked the smell in so often. He couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t capture it in words. It was just the smell- the smell of a woman, a particular woman. His mother’s scent surrounded him, clouded his mind. He couldn’t think about anything else.

The images of her nude body flooded back to him. He could smell how they were the same aromas now in her boot as when he’d been directly beneath her naked, bouncing, sweating frame in her bedroom earlier. He saw the image of her pussy spread above him, dripping right onto his face and leaking that scent to soak into his fur like it had to this leather. He gulped, realizing his throat was tried. His breath hitched in his throat, almost gagging on the thickness of her aromatics in the air. His lips parted, breathing in a shaky breath only to catch the taste of salt on his tongue.

“Oh... fuck...” Augine muttered, tongue flickering inside his mouth. Her scent, the sweat in the air in this leather chamber, was so thick he could taste her salty sweat on his tongue like he was licking her smooth, gleaming arch itself. He saw it in his mind suddenly, clear as if it was happening right now again. The perfect manicure, those ruby red crescents of a nail atop each slender toe, the wonderful arch of her natural foot’s contours, the polished heel with smooth, clear skin. He gulped, imagining that his tongue ran up the length of her toes, swirling over the smooth surface of her toe. His breath hitched and bobbed in his throat. He realized his limbs were quivering. The tiny fingers on the ends of his small paws were shivering hard while his shoulders jostled. A solid vibrations ran down both legs. The scent was making him mad!

“I’m going crazy!” he yelped, heart palpitating as he gasped. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, panting and huffing into the air only to catch more of the scent that caused this whole problem on his tongue again. He couldn’t escape it. It surrounded him. This entire dark, warm vessel was filled with the musky, natural, feminine scent soaked right into the leather’s depths.

His cock raged so hard, suddenly bobbing against his full stomach that it nearly hurt him. It throbbed with each beat of his racing heart, begging for touch. He felt like he was too hard, unnaturally stiff with need.

“W-what do I do?” he cried out, desperate. “I can’t do anything about this till morning!” He knew he couldn’t do anything, but his body was shuddering. His hips were starting to twitch and bounce with involuntary little humps forward. “I can’t do it! Stop! Stop!” He shouted at his body, but it wouldn’t listen. He didn’t control himself. The scent was controlling him, it drove him.

His hips were jerking, bouncing forward. He tried to control himself. When he focused, locking his muscles and his body with steely self-control, his bottom lip started quivering and his eyes bulged but he controlled himself. The hump became tiny spasms, miniature humps that just twitched his rock hard cock into the empty air.

But, he couldn’t hold himself for long and one hump got away from him. He felt his cock suddenly jolt forward and grind up against that smooth, softened, worn leather. He whimpered, groaning out into the dark air as his eyes fluttered backwards. The leather was so worn, softened to the most supple surface it could be. He moaned again, unable to stop his hips from thrusting forward, grinding himself right into the side of the shoe now.

His cheeks were burning with heat. His entire body flushed. Cheeks were hot to the point of feeling like he’d burn himself. His chest was covered in pink, almost enough to show through the gray fur while he felt a deep sinking in his stomach of pure shame. He couldn’t even describe how humiliated he felt. “I’m fucking my mother’s shoe! I’m fucking a shoe! A shoe! And I can’t stop myself!”

He tried to stop himself, feeling the sudden tightness in his groin. He could feel his balls pulling up, churning with seed. His entire body stiffened, but his hips still jolted desperate to continue their thrusting motion. “No! God! Why?! Why can’t I control myself!? Am I really just some animal? Just a fucking animal? No will power! No choice!? Is that me? Is this me?” He tried to find some way to blame this on his sister, but every train of thought only made it worse.

“She did this! She forced this scent upon me!” But that made his mother’s scent of sweat and natural, musky aroma seem like a potion of utter control of him. Her hormones triggered him beyond logic, which only cemented his stance as a brainless animal.

“I could just be so pent up that I’m going a bit mad!” Except he’d already cum that day! He’d just blown his load all over his sister’s feet! “What is so uncontrollably horny as that besides an animal!?” he demanded of himself, squinting with the attempt to control himself, but he couldn’t keep his hips still. His body had bypassed him in some sort of hormone triggered emergency fucking protocol. He felt his entire body shuddering. His hips were jolting forward so hard it was almost jarring to the rest of his body, but he couldn’t stop it.

Desperately, his head tipped upwards searching for some spot where he could suck in some clean air and clean the smell out from his nose; but the string was entirely pulled tight and shut, sealed so that he couldn’t even get a whiff of fresh air. All he could taste was her scent. His entire world had been shrunk into the confines of the boot and shrunk into her smell. His cock was twitching madly. His entire body shuddered harder and harder, only making him feel worse each time! He couldn’t control himself! “No pride! You have no pride!” He wanted to scream, disgusted that he was so driven mad by his mother’s smell, that he was fucking a boot! A boot!

“G-gah!” His body was thrashing. His hips rocked every second, harder and harder. His cock rubbed into the smooth leather, bucking so that his cock ground up to the supple flesh of the leather, all worn. He hunched over, trying to control himself, but it only shifted the aim of his motions so he actually fucked the indent for one of her toes. He felt the flesh of the sole slide beneath him, seemingly allowing him to slide down into the clutch of the flesh due to the shape of the dip where her pinky toe would lay.

His mind was filled with the image of his mom’s foot. It was as though that indent outlined the shape of her foot forced him to fill in the entire scene. He could see it all in front of him, filling in that softened indent. He could see her foot, perfectly captured in his memory after he’d been hovering, hiding beneath her panties right beside her toes for so long. He could see the soft gleam of how sweat on her feet as her toes heated up, especially within the dip within each toe where they pressed into each other and got hotter and hotter through the day. He could see how the skin glittered with that wetness sitting out on its surface, like glitter catching the light down the curves of her foot.

First, sweat sloped down the upper edge, the smallest amount here where it kissed to the sides of the leather walls of the boot. He thrust his hips forward, grazing to this spot where he pictured that subtle smooth surface would slide down into the foot of the boot.

Second, he saw each of her toes. They were each so delicate and subtly plump, like sweet soft jelly beans ending the cotton candy soft surface of her upper foot. The toes were each a gleaming shade of red, but wheat filled his mind right now was the underside and the space in between where her salty sweet sweat would start to build up as she wore her boots throughout the day. His cock dragged down into the dip where her small pinky toe would hit, bucking harder and harder. He just couldn’t control himself! He couldn’t get rid of that image of her soft, supple foot. The arch of it washed through his mind, that perfect smooth shape of her foot’s soft underside where sweat would gather and soak into the flesh again, making it damp and clammy but oh so warm! He imagining how the sweat would soak into the leather instead of her skin and stay there, locked forward in the fabric.

“G-god! I can’t.... I can’t help it!” He cried out, suddenly throwing his face forward. He couldn't resist getting a sample of that sweet sweat! His nose smeared into the soft leather, rubbing into the supple leather. He almost moaned, pressing his face flat into the dip of one of her toes, almost humping his chin and nose down into it instead of his cock at this point. “O-o-oooh....” He whimpered, sighing out a whimper as the scent of her pheromones hit him. The smell of her was so tantalizing. She smell so perfectly feminine, yet deeply defined and womanly, almost powerful as it pumped into his nose.

“I juh-just have to get a taste...” He whimpered, shoving his tongue out into the leather. It was so soft beneath his tongue. His eyes rolled backwards, the salt of her sweat and the spicy tang of her own taste assaulted his mind in a sudden explosion. She soared through his mouth. It was as though he had took a swallow of a purified glass of her juices and sweat swirled together. It was a perfect blend of the salt of pure sweat and the spicy sweetness of her pheromones and natural aroma.

“God! It’s so good! It’s too good.” He was gasping for air, still rubbing his cheek into the leather and huffing in the scent from it while his cock blindly humped into the soft, supple texture. His mind was utterly lost to the memories of his mother’s feet from before. He felt how her tongues had been so strong crushing him beneath her. “Imagine...” He thought hoarsely. “Imagine those toes on my cock-” The mere thought, the mere utterance of the taboo thought sent a massive jolt through his cock. He wanted to lick each of her toes, clean the valley of sweat between them. For an instant, all shame melted away and all he wanted was to lavish her feet in all they deserved and suck up every ounce of her sweaty smell that he could. He wanted to suckle on the soft hint of webbing between her toes and pull the venom of her succulent sweat out from the flesh. He wanted to trace every crease and line that defined her feet in the hopes that some of the sparkling juice may lie in that divet. He wanted to lay beneath her heel and suckle on the arch, inching downwards until none of her taste lingered inside the skin any longer.

“I-it’s too much!” He whimpered, painfully trying to shove the thoughts of his mother’s feet away! For a second, it flickered there all golden and smooth and sparkling with sweat inside the boot with him, but then he forced the vision out of the main focus of his mind!

He gasped, huffing. His own breath exploded into his face, tongue briefly flashing out enough to allow him to taste the air. Her taste swirled through his mouth. The sweat and pheromones in the flesh of the leather filled his nose, filled his brain with her. His brain was thudding with his own heartbeat, blood flooded down through his body.

“G-Gah!” he gulped, letting out a shriek before he suddenly felt his cock jolt. A stream of cum shot out from his cock, hitting the smooth leather with a splat. His mouth dropped agape, sucking in air. He expected to breath in and feel refreshed by some chilly bite in the air as the tension in his body flooded out, but that didn’t happen.

His body trembled with overstimulation and exhaustion, but when his mouth opened to breathe instead of refreshment, he tasted more of the same, arousing smell filling his nose and mouth. He wanted to shout! His cock didn’t even go limp, just stayed the same locked stiffness! “Oooh No!” he grunted, shifting to try and just ignore the smell around him. “Sleep. If I can fall asleep, I’ll wake up tomorrow and this will be over.”

But, when he closed his eyes, it only allowed more space for his imagination to run wild within. With his eyes shut, his mind filled the space with images of Monica stretching, legs wide and pussy exposed. Her legs arched over his head, toes curled up, and skin glittering with sweat. He groaned. “Think about... something else. Homework... Homework...” he muttered, trying to envision math calculations in an attempt to soothe himself, calm his raging boner; but he couldn’t. His hips were still jittering, weakly rolling into the dip of the leather still. The sole was so supple, smoothed, and worn down into a velveteen touch. His cock was still rock hard, eagerly throbbing, preparing to to cum again.

“Not again... Not again...” he panted, whimpering as his hips worked him hurriedly towards another orgasm. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. The smell was too much. It filled his head, his brain, everything. He couldn’t escape. There wasn’t an escape.

He could already feel his cock throbbing again, building up in a series of pulsating twitches. His balls were still churning, somehow not yet emptied. The tip was aching, overstimulated from all Kimberlee’s torment and now the constant friction of the boot’s soft innards. He ached, but he couldn’t stop. His hips were shuddering, bucking. Sweat dotted his forehead, he felt it trickling down his back, following the line of his spine in thick globs and dots of dribbly, leaky sweat. “Not more!” he groaned, feeling the orgasm building against his consent.

Even as he begged for his body to relax, nothing worked. His body was moving without him. The smell was too much, too intense! It sucked him in and milked another stream of cum from his tip, forcing him to spray out another load. He groaned out a call, whimpering loading as he felt himself spraying out another line of cum. It spurted up the way, but then dropped back off. He felt a drop hitting his head, oozing down between his eye’s down along his forehead. The sticky texture smeared into his fur.

He grimaced, moving in the shoe to try and find a new place away from the mess he’d made; but he found even as he moved away from the indent of her toe and breathin in deep breaths his body still raged. He couldn’t stop! His shaft was twitching, madly drooling now. He just couldn’t stop himself. As one orgasm came and went, the next started. He was on a mad spiral. His hips started to fade. Exhaustion began to fight with his arousal for his body’s decisions.

His mind was swirling. He felt utterly lost in a haze of tiredness and post-orgasmic haze. But he couldn’t stop, the smell was just too intoxicating, too powerful around him until finally- with his cock bruising from the sheer amount of repeated, pounding friction and his balls actually aching from so much pumping- he flopped over. He could feel cum dripping onto him and soaking into his back as he laid in his own mess; but he didn’t have the energy to move from it.

Instead, he lay still and passed out in smears of his own jizz. As he felt to sleep, into a truly deep clutch of dream-filled unconsciousness. As he slept, held in the clutches of his own exhaustion, dreams assaulted his mind.

“Good morning!” A cheery, familiar voice roused Augine from his deep, fitful sleep. “Where are my favorite boots?” Monica mused, verbally asking out in the hallway before the door to Kimberlee’s room suddenly gave a small rattle.

“Oh God! She’s gonna find out about... what I did! She’s gonna squish me!” Augine blurted, starting to shudder. He heard Kimberlee’s bare foot falls landing on the carpeting, getting closer and closer before suddenly he felt himself moving!

“Why did Kimberlee have my boots? Was she trying to wear them again?” Monica mused, carting the heels back into her bedroom before she went to step inside, dropping away her robe at the same time. Augine was panicking. “She’s gonna squish me! I’ll be flat! I’m gonna-” But then her foot began to slide inside and he realized he was no longer the rat inside the boot- he was the boot!

He could feel the soft pressure of her toes as the felt for the entrance of the boot, ensuring that she could began guiding her entire leg downwards. He felt the soft, gliding motion of her heel pressing in and sliding down the back of the smooth inner leather.

Then, finally, her foot settled right into the soft dips in the leather. She settled right into the contours that she’d worn over time from her pinky filling in that smallest dip to her big toe laying spread from the other toes where it’s cast lay in the softened, worn down leather. Augine felt her settled inside of him, giving him a sensation of fullness down his entire frame because now the leather huffed around her lush calf down to her slender ankle and then cupped all of her dainty toes.

“Leather is a material that must be cared for!” Monica said suddenly, Augine realized it was to herself. “The best way to do that is to ensure it’s worn daily, even if you don’t plan on going out!” She stood up, starting to walk around the room. Her naked butt hovered far above Augine’s head, pussy spread and winking in and out of view as she walked; but Augine was focused inwards. She she walked, the tiniest start of her percolating sweat began. He could feel it just begining in between her toes where she sweat naturally since the toes touched together and provided enough heat to stir up the need to cool.

Her walked began to evolve, becoming a lazy swinging sort of dance that whipped Augine’s form up through the air. She clacked down on him hard, pushing her foot into the sole and indent that outline in the soft leather more and more, ensuring that exact fit to her foot alone. Augine, as she began to build down her leg and beneath the arch of her foot as she danced and kicked, that since he was her boot- not a mammal hidden inside- he wouldn’t smell her at all. Instead, he actually absorbed the scent himself.

What he’d been smelling the night before, the leather that had been so permeated with her aroma, that was now his own flesh. He began to feel it. He felt the seeping heat of her skin starting to dampen and percolate with sweat building. He could feel her heat radiating out into him, washing over him. He stole her heat, seeped it up into himself. Her sweat began to come, sneaking out from her skin down her entire life, the gentle natural salt of her body as she swung the boot through the air, miming high-kick dancers with giggling laughter.

He felt her sweat soaking into him. His brain was suddenly filled with that pheromone heavy potion of her salty sweat. The night before he’d been licking and sniffing at the leather to get all he could from her scent, but now he didn’t have to do anything it just seeped into him. Instantly, he could taste it, smell it, feel it all around him. The heat, the salty bite on the tongue, the sweetness that followed, and that distant spice of her pheromones whispering for him, tempting him.

“That’s enough wear for the day, I think!” Monica muttered, starting to pull her boot off. Augine imagining he could hold tighter, keep her inside! But she pulled away, leaving him with only one gulp of her essence, but that was plenty to make his shudder and titter in his sleep.

“Up and At ‘Em!” Augine felt a sudden jolt as the boot gave a sudden move. He heard Kimberlee’s voice swimming in from the top of his boot, greeting him with a jumble of cheerful chirping. Then, the boot suddenly swam upside down. He felt himself rolling head over heels as the boot went upside down and he jostled down the dark corridor of the leg of the leather. His body crunched each time he struck the leather as the layers and layers of dried cum on his body broke and let small, broken dried bits of the white goo flutter over his body in a spray of salty chips. He was utterly coated. As he slept, thrashing with the hold of his nightmares, he’d rolled through the puddles of cum pooling in the leather’s natural, worn down crevices and more dripped onto him as he slept from the walls as it oozed and escaped down the smooth surface.

When he plopped out onto Kimberlee’s palm, she gasped audibly. “Oh my God! Look at you!” Her eyes went massive, actual fright briefly flashing across the large space. She tipped her head, looking down into the leg of the boot, only raising her eyebrows higher as she took in the sight of them, smeared and destroyed with layer after layer of different orgasms painted down the sides. “Oh Man! Jesus!” She tipped her head back, exhaling a shocked breath of air. “I hope you didn’t ruin this boot! It is her favorite you know!” Augine’s eyes were still huge, in shock at how much he’d produced.

Kimberlee clicked her tongue with distaste as she grabbed for a wet towelette from beneath her desk and started to scrub him down. She worked roughly, just scrubbing the dried bit off, sometimes actually breaking up and tearing at the glue of the cum into his fur. “I hope you learned your lesson though!” She reached down, grabbing for his sore, tender balls and with hard squeeze. Hard enough that Augine’s eyes both bulged and fluttered back. “A-Ach!”

“Just to be clear, in the future, when you have one of your strange urges, you don’t think of Mom! But, you come straight to me so I can fix it with you. So I can help you fix it. Got it?” Her hand still held his balls, hugging them in her death grip until the rat gave a small bob of his head. Her hand loosened, lowering him to the ground and finally giving his balls a blissful, free swing beneath him freed from the vice of her fingers. “Good!” She smiled down at him, glowing with satisfaction.

“Now! I suggest you go back to Sheryl and have her change you back. I’m still a bit new to the whole changing back thing-”

Augine’s eyes went wide, hope suddenly flooding his mind. “Oh my gosh! Is she really letting me go?! Just like that? I get to go back! It was just for a night!”

“-I’d hate to turn you into a fat, slimy slug on accident or something! Or... would I...” She pursed her lip, suddenly chuckling at the image of her brother suddenly shrunken even smaller, even easier to be crushed beneath her boot as an oozing, disgusting slug! Augine’s eyes went huge, instantly frightened. “Oh hell no!”

He turned, fleeing instantly towards the door, leaving Kimberlee to imagine alone the fun of threatening him with birds. “Dangling him with two fingers on the porch, tempting the birds to just come and snag him away from me! Imagine if he slipped on accident! Oh!” She giggled, looking back to see how Augine had responded, but the rat had already scattered away, eagerly escaping into the hall.

Augine crunched against the small lip of the carpeting in the hall, hiding in a bit of a shadowed slice of the hallway. Thankfully, it was still early. “This is a mess...” Augine thought to himself, panting softly as he tried to think this through.

“I lost a whole evening, but I’m good now! It’s okay!” He tried to brush off all that had happened, move past it with an air of confidence and logic now! “What should I do though? Will she even change me back since I failed? She’s nice... and all, but she needs that ring and she seemed pretty dedicated to getting it.” His brow wrinkled together, trying to think through what to do.

“It is pretty early... I have time to make up for it all-” His eyes ran up the length of the hallway peering towards his mother’s room where the ring was and then to the guest room where he knew Aunt Sheryl was. “I could just go get the ring and then take it to Sheryl and it will be like last night never happened!”

“It’s early! Mom sleeps late! I’m sure she’s still sleeping!” He stared at her room, peering towards it as though if he looked long enough he would be able to see in through the door. “You know, I’ll just go check! I’ll be careful, and if she’s sleeping, then I can fix everything!”

He raced down the hallway, small feet flickering against the carpeting as he fled towards his mother’s door. Sure enough, as he crept inside, he saw the room was still calm. His mother laid on her side, snoring loudly as she clutched onto a pillow. Her blankets were thrown open, clinging only to her feet on the end of the bed in a crumpled lump. Augine took in a long breath, staring for a moment at the way her entire body was on peaceful display as she slept, caring about nothing or anyone. The low, grumbling sound of her snore filled the room with every breath, but everything else was much quieter. “Perfect! Still early enough!” Augine muttered, looking to the nightstand.

“Now to find the ring!” He raced forward, heading towards the nightstand as quietly and as quickly as he could. At the nightstand, he had to work hard- scraping and climbing his way upwards on the small dresser until he stumbled out onto the top surface.

“Water glass... necklace... earrings-” he groaned, “No ring!”

“Damn! That would have been too easy on me, wouldn’t it?” He shook his head, searching with his eyes across the rest of the stand and then out towards the bed. His eyes fell onto Monica’s sleeping form. Her curvy body was laid out, exposed without that blanket and gently illuminated by the rising sun streaming in through the window. She was so soft, curvy. Augine let out a whimpering sigh, feeling an almost painful pulse through his groin as he witnessed her lush body.

“Ah! There!” he jolted, suddenly spotting the glinting ruby red ring on her right hand, gently resting on the top of her hip. He took a deep breath, preparing himself before he ran towards the bed, leaping out onto the comforter with a small puff. Gingerly, he tried to climb up the shape of the blanket, starting at her feet, without stepping on her, to avoid waking her up; but he kept stumbling backwards on the soft surface.

“God. I’m going to have to walk on her!” he muttered, carefully shifting. He skittered back upwards towards the top of the bed. He moved towards her breasts, which fell forward to create almost natural stairs up her body. His small fingers clutched at her flesh gently as he worked up onto the curve of the under breast, the one that touched to the bed. He hauled himself upwards, trying to ignore the way she squished and jiggled beneath his touch. The way he had to move, mounting over the curve of her boob, was as though he was groping her with his entire body!

He made it up onto the lower breast, and he instantly tried to get up onto the second. He had to jump slightly, only bouncing her breast more. It jostled beneath him like a subtle trampoline until he could get up onto the second breast that was taller up. He stretched, reaching desperately for his shoulder. He shuffled upwards, getting himself onto the curves of her shoulder before he could follow it down her arm towards her hip. Every so often he had to pause, breathing and listening intentfully, but all he heard each time was her gentle snore.

“So close...” he panted, reaching her wrist. He paused a moment, looking at her perfect hands. Much like her feet, her hands were perfectly maintained. Her skin was smooth, no scars or marks. The shade was consistent and supple, moisturized and supple. Her nails were each a smooth, rounded tip. She wore a plain French tip, the tips ruby red instead of white though so that they glinted and caught the light along with the gem of the ring she wore. Her cuticles were all smooth, nothing marred or in any way less than perfection. “Wow...” Augine breathed, a moment of disbelief capturing him before he gave a little jump.

“Focus!”

He shifted, bending to the ring. He tried to grab it with his small paws; but that wasn’t working at all. He shifted around, using his back legs to push against the ring, but it didn’t budge! “Grr!” he grunted, spinning around. “I need something to slide it with...” He grumbled for a beat before he sudden perked up. “Oh!” He bent down, licking over the skin along her finger.

Then, he started to push at the ring again. It shifted a bit, but then wouldn’t come off the knuckle. He kept pushing, kicking cautiously at the ring over and over, but it wouldn’t budge!

“Mmmmrrree...” Monica let out a sudden rumbling noise before she began to move. For Augine, seated atop her hand, the motion created a sudden earthquake that moved his entire world out from beneath him. She rolled onto her back, groaning out a sight as she settled into this new position. At the same time, her hand swept inwards, falling onto the mound of her pubic area. The motion sent Augine falling along with her hand. He ended up, wedged beneath her hand and on top of the soft patch of hairs that covered her mound in a trimmed, contained strip.

He was squashed there, forced flush to that small garden of pubic hair. His nose ground right into the base of the hair, right to the follicle’s meeting with the flesh. He breathed in, sucking in a gulp of her thick, female musk right into his throat. Instantly, he felt his eyes fluttered. “No! God, not again!” he thought, bitterly trying to lock it out of his mind, but it was hard as he writhed around inches from the source of it. He could smell her scent all around him, feeling the small tangles of her trimmed hairs and then the silken flesh beneath, and taste the saltiness in the air, from her sweat, on his tongue.

In his groin, his small cock gave a twitch to life as it instantly began to pump with blood, eagerly stiffening up to a raging boner at the mere first whiff of her. It was long an on switch. Instantly, Augine felt a flush of shame hit in like the heat on a hot day when someone left air conditioning to head to car. When he gave a small, instinctual jerk and his cock touch right to her pussy? It was like he’d just sat down in the car that’d been baking in the sun! Instantly even hotter, painfully hotter. He remembered all of Kimberlee’s mocking, her statements that he had no control, that he was just some eager animal. “God! She’s right! I’m just an animal! One sniff and I’m up to fuck! Ready to make another, big slimey mess-”

“Wait a second!” he gasped, eyes going wide as he looked at her hand where the ruby ring was still wedged. “Oh man!” He felt his skin flush even hotter. Humiliation and shame didn’t stop assaulting him just because it was a smart idea. “I can’t help it, it’s the one thing that might work and get me out of this!”

He already felt a stick strand of pre-cum starting to form, preparing to ooze out from the tip as he let his own arousal grow. “I’m not proud of this. I’m not happy! But I need that ring or I’m stuck like this forever!”

Begrudgingly, with a hot flush still burning his skin from his cheeks down his entire chest, he moved upwards to leaning into her finger with his cock hovering atop of her warm skin. With a little jolt of his hips, he started to hump into her finger.

He let out a soft moan, finally having a reason to cum! Before, each time, he’d been so unwilling to let it happen, so angry at the arousal that was building in him; but this was for his cause! This orgasm was GUILT-FREE! His hips started to work, grinding his cock across the surface of her finger, pumping into that warm skin and feeling how her knuckle provide a small bit of texture while the rest of her skin was just silken beneath his flesh. While his hips worked, his nose drank in her scent. He practically huffed the scent of her pussy, drinking down the earthy, spicy mixture of her sweat and her natural juices, lubricating her pussy lips below as she dreamt. He looked down, seeing where her sex creased down. His eyes bulged, realizing he had a reason to look!

“Oh Fuck!” he thought, staring down at his mother’s cunt. The strip of pubic hair acted like a runway, launching his eyes forward to where her slit began. The small pink of her clit, gleaming with natural wetness sat out between her two lower lips before the shadow of her defined slit began, leading down between her thighs.

He felt himself starting to twitch. Already, his orgasm was building. He let it rise up, urging it to build. His eyes fluttered, rolling back slightly as he summoned back all the memories from the night before. He saw again her naked body shimmering with sweat from the smooth arcs of her soles up to her bouncy breasts as she worked out; he smelled her sweaty boot again; he felt her breasts beneath his feet from moments before. His memories and the current worked together, finally sending him rocketing over the edge with a weak squeak before cum arched out from his tip.

The slimy, lubricating goo exploded out of him in a thick jet that splattered right onto the ring’s band! He humped closed, shooting the rest around the edges of her finger so it’d seem along the rest of her knuckle when he began to pull. Then, hurriedly, he bit onto the gem, wiggling it and twisting it as his hips squirmed him down the length of her digit.

He had to tug for a bit, but then it began to move! He tasted himself on his tongue, a salty flavor that made him scowl; but he was accomplishing his mission! He worked harder, wiggling it this way and then before suddenly! Pop! The ring fell forward and dropped right off in his mouth! “Oh my God! I did it! I did it!”

He leapt backwards with the ring, glancing once more at his mother’s finger. Cum oozed around the entire circumference. Thick globs of cum oozed down the slender digit and a smooth sheen of the patted down cum glittered from the rest of it.

“Would she even notice?” he thought, eyebrow raising before he gave a little nod. “I’ll have to clean that up later!”

He raced towards the edge of the bed, leaping off and instantly fleeing towards the hallway. He stumbled down the steps from his mother’s elevated room and began towards the guest room. The band of the ring was clutched in his teeth, bobbing up and steadily smacking him in the face with every step or so. To make matters worse, the taste of his own cum still clung to the band, leaking off salty goop onto his tongue as he headed to make the official drop off.

Heart pounding, breath coming in harsh puffs through his nose, Augine suddenly thunked into his Aunt’s bedroom door only to find them closed! “Damn! No!” he thought, giving a small jump against it, but the resulting sound barely even could be called a thud! Upstairs though, the dull sound of rumbling floor boards sounded out.

“Oh God! Mom’s awake!” he thought, hearing Monica shifting around upstairs. He shook his head, looking around. “I gotta get in there!” He lifted his claws, starting to scrap at Sheryl’s door, desperately. “Open the door! Open! Come on! I have it!” he cried out, resulting in a flurry of squeaking cries.

“Sheryl!” Monica’s voice thundered out from upstairs before the sudden, steady thunks of footsteps on the steps followed. One after another, he heard her growing closer and closer. His eyes flicked from the steps to the door, waiting to see which would happen first!

“What?” came a loud voice from downstairs; but someone was opening the door from the inside! His heart soared. “Oh yes! Yes! Sheryl! Open!” he cried, starting to shudder with a flood of relief. The wooden door began to pull open, while the click of heels on the downstairs staircase began to sound out too, echoing with each step. Augine’s eyes jolted from one place to the next, eyebrows knit together.

“Buh-But.. The door? The stairs?” How could Sheryl be opening her door and coming up from downstairs? His heart was racing, he barely had time to think over the situation. He just wanted to get inside the bedroom to safety! The door was opening! He heard the small groan of the hinges creaking! And it flew open to reveal: Kimberlee!

One hand notched on her hips and a massive smile spread over her face, Kimberlee stood framed inside the door’s wooden trim beaming down at small Augine, ring still dangling from his mouth. His eyes went wide, horrified and confused.

But he didn’t have much time to process! Just as Kimberlee met his gaze, the footfalls on the steps went silent and the two sisters stared each other down from opposite ends of the hallway. From the upstairs, Monica appeared with her hair in a wild disarray, fresh out of bed, and a bathrobe covering her otherwise naked frame. Her lips were curled up in a snarl, “Where is my ring, Sheryl?!” she shouted, a spray of spittle arcing out from her lips.

Sheryl stared back, one brow lifting up into a point before both sets of eyes fell onto where Kimberlee stood in the doorway between them and a little, gray rat sat at her feet with the bright red of the ruby stone sparkling out from his teeth.

Their mouths dropped open in unison. Kimberlee grinned, bending over in a slow, fluid motion and plucking up the ring from Augine’s dangling, dumbfounded mouth. Then, she plopped it around her finger. Instantly, the stone began to flicker to life and glow and brilliant red.

“Augine!” Sheryl whined, loudly with her lips hanging aghast. “You were supposed to bring the ring to me!”

“Augine?” Monica repeated, confused before she realized that the rat on the floor must be Augine! She gasped, lips breaking apart!

Kimberlee chuckled, lightly swirling the ring around her digit as she clicked her tongue. “Ah, and you almost got away with it!” she stated, smirking as she played the act of a detective solving a crime. Her face was glowing with a smug expression, cheeks flushed with pleasure. “It was, honestly, elementary!” she preached, laughing at her confused family members.

“It all started yesterday evening while I lay on my bed pondering why my brother would deny my precious sleeping t-shirt...” She gave a thoughtful hmm, as if it would help illuminated her masterful thought process that allowed for all of these puzzle pieces to fit together in her mind. Her hand started to also work the air, drawing a flourish here and a exclamation point thrown up into the air there.

“It hit me! I realized that my brother isn’t some kind of pervert who’d go and play with our mom’s panties!” Augine’s ears perked up, excited and relieved to have his name cleared. Monica’s lips pursed, nodding with a note of agreement as she started to see the connection between the rat she found yesterday nestled beneath her drawers and the rat here now who she knew was Augine while Sheryl’s eyes just went wide, then wrinkled together with confusion- out on the loop of exactly what happened the night before.

“No! He’s the kind of freak that would go right for the pantyhose!” Augine’s ears dropped right back down: “That’s... not any better...” He felt a blush creeping up his throat as his sister laid out his shame and secrets for the entire family now. Both Monica and Sheryl’s brows went up, confused and surprised by this turn in the logic. “My word-” Sheryl gasped to herself while Monica just coughed softly, blushing at the idea of her son stealing her footwear.

“Then!” Kimberlee continued, taking in a deep breath to fuel her monologue. “I remembered the conversation with Sheryl yesterday when she asked me to help her get the ring- steal the ring, really-” She clicked her tongue, head shaking slowly with disapproval. “I, of course, refused because I have morals and I’m no pawn.”

“But it was clear she found another tool to do her bidding!” She pointed down to Augine, smirking as he shrunk beneath her gaze, ashamed at her implications and the reminder of how much of a tool he really was. “So, I followed you and alas, you secured the ring!” she smirked, chuckling. “Quite clever attempt to hid your act of perversion by pretending you needed lubricant! I practically thought you were performing for my benefit with that idea! But, I wasn’t fooled! Hah Hah!” She waggled her accusatory finger. “You were warned, Augine. You clearly need another lesson.” She gave a nod, “Tis in order!”

Monica, following along with Kimberlee’s long monologue even if much of it was filler suddenly looked more closely at the oozing glop of sticky, white fluid that coated her finger. Her lip curled up, her other hand poking at the gooey splotch of jizz as she raised both brows, unsure if that was what she thought it was. Augine, at Kimberlee’s feet, just burned with shame. He wanted to defend himself, but he knew he couldn’t! There was nothing he even could say!”

Kimberlee stared down at Augine, smirking. “I knew you would try to take the ring directly to Sheryl- mindless little foot soldier!” she chuckled. “All I had to do was wait here until you came running along! It was too easy! Muahahah!” She laughed, holding her stomach while she wiggled the ringed finger so that it’d sparkle and glint for her.

“Sweetie-” Monica interjected, stepping closer and holding out her hands. “I know your Auntie probably made some nice promises, but you cannot give it to her! She’s an evil witch-”

“Oh!? Really!? You couldn’t have warned me about that!?” Augine shouted up, just squeaking into the void he was so small beneath the adults talking.

“She’s just going to cause trouble in the world, that’s why your good Grandmother made it expressly that I was to inherit the family heirloom to keep her in check and to ensure our powers, our family’s powers, aren't abused by her!”

“Oh, posh!” Aunt Sheryl strode forward, waving out her hands. “Don’t even listen to her! She just doesn’t want anyone else to have the powers! That’s the only reason! How am I evil? I’ve never hurt a fly!” she grinned. “But if you give the ring to me, I’ll let you have whatever you want! No more hiding my gifts away! Our mother would never say who got the ring! She didn’t care!”

“Sheryl!” Monica blurted. “Don’t lie to the girl! She did say I got the ring!” She waggled her finger through the air, eyes narrowed into an angry glare. “You are BAD! You don’t respect the power! You just do whatever you want! That’s not what magic is for! If you give the ring to me, I will teach you about magic so perhaps you can cultivate the skins needed to keep your skin fresh and young and blend into society and flourish as your own woman!”

“Or you can give it to me and I’ll make sure you have a personal consultant for hair, skin, makeup, and fashion every day! Why blend in! You can stand out and be your own woman with magic!”

“Sheryl, you are right!” Kimberlee said, instantly making the girl lit up while Monica’s face fell. “Which is why neither of you have to worry! Because NEITHER of you are getting the ring!” She flexed her finger, showing off the way the ruby glowed on her hand. “I can already feel its power and spell knowledge filling me.” Her shoulders gave a delighted shiver. “Neither of you deserve to be in charge of this family! You are BOTH a disgrace to the entire family!”

“Kimberlee!” Monica gasped, forgetting to hold the knot of the robe as both her hands rose to her mouth in a gasping shock. The fabric spilled open, revealing the pinky slice of her bare skin that lay beneath. Instantly, Augine’s eyes jolted over to this sight as his mother’s breasts fell forward freely and her bare pussy peeked out from between her thighs. Kimberlee curled up her lip with a sneer. “See? You!” she shouted, voice particularly harsh at her mother’s sudden interest, especially when she noticed how quickly Augine looked to her with his eyes lighting up so excitedly.

“You always dress way too carefree and sexy around this house! You don’t notice or care about the effects on everyone else! Not even your own son who drools over you ALL THE TIME!”

Augine glanced back. “No!”

“It’s sick what you’ve allowed to happen!” Her fingers began to wiggle, loosening the joints and knuckles. “It’s time you sisters both learn to get along with each other and stop quarreling- for the sake of the family’s happiness!” She raised her hands. The ring glittered and shone on her fingers, getting brighter and brighter as she began to focus. Her eyes rolled back, focusing hard as the spell began to cast out from her aura of power. Augine watched with wide eyes as the ruby flickered with bright flashes of light. Kimberlee’s hand seemed to flutter around her shoulders, like energy was coursing through and out from her entire body as she sent the spell arching out from her fingers and into the hallway, striking both of the sisters.

The two other witches could feel the power in the air, sense it moving towards them.

“Kimberlee, no!” Monica cried out, gasping with shock at her daughter’s betrayal while Sheryl just closed her eyes, trying to see if she could block the smell; but she had no such power! Instead, she began to rapidly shrink. Inches seemed to just disappear from her body, one by one. Her legs began to shrink down, lowering her gaze. Her view of the world began to shrink down, everything starting to loom over her. She tumbled forward, her heels sudden massive caverns that she fell into as her size decreased.

Down the hall, the same began to happen to Monica. Her robe spilled out like a puddle of white fabric while her body hide beneath it, too small to even wear a single sleeve. Then, in unison, they began to morph into new forms entirely. The itch of fur sprouting coated their bodies. Sheryl let out a howling yelp as she felt it course over her flesh, sending a hot burning sensation around her form as it grew, hair by hair in a rapidly wave of motion. “Oooh!” Monica yelled as a tail suddenly showed out from her lower spine. “OH MY GOD!” she gasped, but as soon as she tried to speak her voice came out only as sudden squeaking.

“No! My voice! Kimberlee! Come on! Listen to reason!” she cried out, her rat vocal cords only producing a few squeaks and whimpers as she tried to speak. Sheryl’s ears popped out atop her head while Monica's face stretched forward into an elongated snout.

However, when Sheryl’s transformation began to slow and the final touches were all that grew- the small shift of her nose, the final curve of claws, and the little stubby hairs on her rat-y chin; Monica was still transforming rapidly. In fact, her body swelled slightly, growing back up in size until she was a rat, but three times larger than Sheryl and Augine! Her chest was broad in comparison, power seeming to ebb from her furred body. Then, she felt something hot between her legs.

She looked down, gasping with horror as she saw her clit suddenly growing bigger and bigger. The fleshy pink appendage, usually so small, began to swell into a girthy, dangling cock instead while her slit melded back together. Then, two twin sacs dropped out from the flesh, swaying beneath him with grand heft and forcing her legs to yawn open wide to note squash them between her thighs.

“W-wah!?” she yelped, staring at the massive genitalia. Her cock was so red, engorged and fleshy that she couldn’t find a way to hide it, especially without squishing the sensitive balls that rivaled the size of her head with their combined girth waggling between her thighs. Both Augine and Sheryl, spread down the hallway with such limited vision, gasped together at the sight of those big balls!

“Lord Himself!” Sheryl gasped.

‘Fuck!” Augine swore, eyes wide and a flush covering his cheeks. His own balls were tiny in comparison! “Does my mother really need to have balls bigger than me!?”

Above, watching this all happen, Kimberlee was relishing in every second. Her fingers wiggled idly, adding more magic freely to the spell as it worked through the air. The ring pumped so much into her system, leaving her feeling like she buzzed with the power now in her blood stream, just flowing through her raw and wild inside the blood. “Ah! Get a boner for her now!” she hissed, shooting a glare down over Augine’s head. She loved Monica’s horrified expression, shocked by the sight of her own wanton penis jutting out from her legs! “Oh yes! Now you will experience the kind of reckless arousal of your male son! You’ll see what you make him do! You’ll feel it!” She laughed to herself, almost maniacally while her fingers fluttered out through the air.

“Yes! This is all perfect!” She gave a sudden whack of her hand to her palm, a cage jumping to life in the center of the hallway without any more emphasis or effort that that one motion. Sheryl’s eyes made quarters, “God help us. She is so powerful-”

The cage’s bar thickened, becoming a girth strong barrier to hold them inside. Then, Kimberlee began to stalk forward towards Monica. Her eyes rove over top of the male mouse, her mother now transformed into a shrimpy, hairy potato of a rat with massive balls waggling beneath. “Yes, this is so awesome...” she crooned, bending down to inspect Monica more closely. She crouched there, hovering over her with a gleaming look of raging power glinting out from her eyes. “I think you should get a try at being the fatherly type, hmm?” she crooned, giggling as she started to pet a digit down Monica’s fur, flicking at her tail and then reaching down to her balls with a sneer.

She plucked her up, squeezing her between her fingers with a vindictive squeeze. Her fingertips began to squeeze and knead into the soft meat of the stomach. She smirked, rubbing her finger over Monica’s heavy balls and chuckling at the rat squeaked and thrashed on her palm. “Sensitive, hm? Do you already feel your self-control slipping?” She laughed once more before bending to lower the male down into the cage.

“You’ll learn so much... sudden taking such a new perspective-” she nodded, bending back over to Augine. She grabbed him, squeezing her fingers around his waist and flopping him back over to expose his stomach as she began to tickle at him. Her little nail dug into his fur, drawing wriggling tracks through the fluff.

“Let’s not forget the other sister!” she chirped, carrying Augine over as she plucked up Sheryl’s squirming form before plopping her into the cage next. The two sisters stared at each other, glaring for a moment, but then sharing a second of anxiety together.

“So, I’m guessing you want to be changed back, right?” Augine’s eyes went huge, rapidly starting to bob his head with feverish excitement. “Yes! Yes!” Her fingers started to tighten around his gut, harder and harder as his eyes went wider and wider till they began to bulge out from his head. “Did you really think it was that easy? Did you really think that I would forget about giving you an extra lesson? Did you think I would just let you off the hook for your perversion?” The ring began to flicker and glow red on her finger again while Augine suddenly felt heat spreading over his body. Augine squinted, tucking his chin to look down the length of his stomach to where his cock jutted forward weakly and the heat began to concentrate. It great hotter and hotter, sending a tingling, prickling feeling of heat through him before his cock began to shrink. Right before his eyes, his cock grew smaller and smaller his balls seemed to melt back into his skin. Then, suddenly, his cock was only the tiny nub of a clit between engorged, puffy lower lips of a cunt!

“I’m a doe!” he gasped. His mouth dropped open, eyes spreading with horror. Kimberlee just chuckled, “Oh! Don’t worry yourself! It’s just for an afternoon! You need to learn!” Then, she popped open the top of the cage. The two pairs of eyes of Sheryl and Monica swimming up at him, and then Kimberlee dropped him in.

Monica’s eyes went a bit wide, hovering upwards on her hind legs. She stood up, tensing her body as though she was trying to keep being a human, but it put her height overtop of him even more. Her size was at least three times that of little Augine’s frame. He shuddered, staring at her with growing horror as he noticed the pouch of her crotch was starting to twitch. The jutting length of her cock sprung upwards, sneaking out from that coating of fur as her little paws wiggled through the air.

Kimberlee, far far above the three rats, snickered loudly. “You’re not just a doe, but a doe in heat!”

She shot a glance at Monica, smirking. “Time to practice some self-control to teach your son how it should be done!” Augine shuffled backwards, eyes wide and terrified as he watched his mother’s cock grow harder and harder.

“Honey! Don’t-du-du-don’t worry!” she stammered, letting out an array of squeaks. “I can... I can restrain myself!” she said, but it wasn’t apparent in her body language that she had any control! Her small hands were shivering in front of her while she bounced up and down slightly. Her cock was raging in front of her, the boner twitching and leaking with gooey pre-cum. “I-I’ve got this...”

Her breath hitched in her throat, a long whine escaping out of her throat as Kimberlee hovered above, watching. “Don’t hold back, Mom! He needs to be re-educated!”

“Here, it might be easier for you to educate him if you know the background. Let me tell you! First, I found him with a stolen pantyhose! He had it hidden in his closet, right in a stack of porn magazines- if that makes it clearer why he had that pantyhose!” Augine started to blush. He could feet heat prickling on the skin beneath his furred cheeks while he shivered, backing himself flush to the walls of the corner.

“Then, you already know that he hid beneath your panties! I’ll just move onto what he did to your favorite leather boots. You should have seen what he did to them! He filled the insides with cum. He practically re-painted the soles! And you felt him on our finger, right? Violated you while you were sleeping, no less!”

Augine started to get hotter and hotter. He could feel his cheeks burning, raging with heat of shame and humiliation. Monica continued to loom up over him, shuffling closer and closer to him with her cock bouncing and throbbing. He tried to shuffle back into the corner tighter, but he couldn’t. He was trapped!”

“For a lesson!” Monica gasped out, nearly groaning. “Augine! Yes! You clearly need a lesson!” The male couldn’t help it anymore! Her cock was jolting and twitching and shuddering before she leapt forward. She lunged over her son’s shivering, shuddering body; dropping over him in a sudden trap as his shaft dragged down between his thighs. He could feel the tip shoving in between his legs, finding the opening of his new cunt.

It was as she thought, when she finally gave in, she entirely snapped. Her shaft thrusted forward madly. She pierced into him, shoving him over into a crumpled position against the wall of the enclosure, ramming him into that steadying surface. The head forced its way between Augine’s puffy lower lips, spreading them open wide as she forced herself deeper into him, plunging down into the hot depths of the doe’s inner walls.

Augine’s eyes went massive. It was already so alien to even have those parts. He felt naked without feeling the heft of his balls swaying between his legs and the jutting sensation of his cock. Now, instead, he felt a shearing heat of his body’s desire to mate making him hot and wet. He could feel the openness inside of him along with a desire to fill that space. He felt the muscles of his walls clenching and contracting as his mother’s cock thrust forward, driving into his depths and giving his body something to clutch onto. He let out a shuddering cry, feeling Monica’s massive length slamming forward. It felt like his body might tear, splitting him open wide.

Monica, hunched over him, went mad. Her breath came in ragged exhales while she grunted crazily. Even Sheryl and Augine who could understand the squeaks of her rat body’s words didn’t understand. Her body’s lust and Augine’s own heat had triggered a sudden release of control and with that came all the pent up anger she’d ever limited herself. Every time she didn’t allow herself to shout: “What do you mean you’re canceling the babysitter! I haven’t had a date in FIVE MONTHS!”; “Mommy is showering, leave her the fuck alone you mutant parasitic child!”; “THERE IS NO DINNER TONIGHT! I’M GOING TO STARVE US ALL!”; “WE ARE NOT THERE YET!” All the times she’d sat quietly and smiled and put up with it while she wanted to scream came back to the surface. All her anger at Sheryl, at Monica it flooded into Augine. He felt her body slamming into his over and over and over again. He clung to the wall, desperate not to be squashed by this larger rat. He tried to reason with her: “Mom! Mom! It’s me! Gentle! Ah!” But she didn’t even hear him.

Augine wasn’t her son in that moment, just a doe rat to by fucked raw to release the pent up energy inside Monica’s male form. Her balls swung with every movement of her hips, slapping into his ass over and over, filling the air with that lewd call. Kimberlee could hear the collision of their bodies far above them and it made her shudder with delight. Every time Augine let out an uncalled for squeak of surprise as his cunt was stretched wide and filled, Kimberlee shivered with glee. When Monica bellowed out a male cry of pleasure, she nearly clapped!

Augine just huddled down. First, used as his sister’s tool just for the feminine whims of his sister, trimming her nails and keeping her fresh and now he was subjected to the whims of the male as his mother pounded him madly. He didn’t have a say. His needs were lost to the collective, to the stronger will. Though, even as he tried to write this off as just another person overpowering him, his own body was relishing it. His heat starved body was hungry for the cock that Monica shoved into him. Each that she thrusted forward, once against spreading him out, his walls clenched down, eagerly sucking him down into her.

Monica started to grunt, louder and louder as her cock began to twitch madly. Her orgasm teetered in the near future. Balls churning, pulling tight to her, and the tip leaking with precum that oozed down between Augine’s thighs it was only a matter of time before she filled him up.

Behind them, Sheryl had backed herself into the opposite corner. Her eyes were wide as quarters, bulging wide on her small body as she curled into a terrified ball. Every slap of their bodies together, every unwarranted squeak of Augine’s body yelping out, and every squelch of wet leaking precum and Augine’s drooling cunt echoed in her ears. Her nose was filled with the lewd, musky smell that Monica secreted, so thick and powerful in the small cage at such small range. Her eyes couldn’t look away from the sight of the larger male rat trapping the smaller Augine into that wall, ramming him right into the bars of the cage as her hips worked him over with a deep, enraged fucking motion. She knew that if she was left in this cage for long that would be her future. Her mind was memorizing every second, knowing that would soon be her place beneath the now more powerful Monica.

“Urrhhhhhaaaa!” A sudden shouting roar came from Monica’s larger body. She growled out a low, squeaky rat groan as her body finally unloaded. Stream after stream of thick gooey cum shot into Augine’s small body. One rope after the other began to fill in the emptiness of his body. She just didn’t stop! Augine’s eyes went huge, feeling the heat of the filling stuffing him full of her spunk. He could feel the tip of her rat cock slam forward to his cervix, instinctively trying to impregnate her son.

“Oh my god!” Augine cried, feeling how full he started to get. Once again, like he had with the nail clippings, he felt his stomach began swelling madly. So much cum filled him that she eventually pulled out and shot it onto the outer lips of his cunt as a finally topping to the cream filled puff that was the doe-Augine.

Augine whimpered. His stomach gave a soft gurgle while cum oozed out from his stretched cunt. Monica backed away from him, just staring down at her leaking son with wide, startled eyes as though she couldn’t believe it. Augine gave a soft groan, unsure how to even respond after his own mother had stuffed him full of her cum.

“My life...” he stammered, sighing slowly. “Will never be the same...”

******

“Pew- Pew-Pew- Rurrrrrrnnnnn.... “ The television blipped with the rushing sound effects of the video game it played across the screen. The clicks of the controller moving in Kimberlee’s hands were the only other sounds in the room as she lounged back on the couch. She was entirely splayed back. She wore a silken pajama top, emblazoned with the subtle brand marker for The Row (an extravagantly expensive sleepwear brand) so that she was ensured maximum comfort. The couch from their classic living room had been replaced with a new, customizable plush seat that fit exactly to the manner than Kimberlee preferred to lounge across the lounge seat.

Propped up on the foot rest, Kimberlee’s feet were bare, toes spread out as Augine’s familiar, gray-furred rat body settled in front of her. His teeth jutted out around the nail of one toe, carefully gnawing them down to her preferred trimmed length. The soft sounds of his long teeth working through the thick proteins of her nails added to the noise in the room.

On the floor, just beside the couch, sat a tall pair of leather boots propped up together. To the side of the couch, resting on a simplistic end table sat the rat cage that had not too long before had appeared in the center of the hallway. Hugged together, leaning into a pile of puffy bedding, were Monica and Sheryl who appeared to have completely given up on their fighting since Sheryl’s stomach was swollen forward with the heft of a pregnant womb. Monica slept hunched around Sheryl’s body, protecting her mate while they rested in a pile. Kimberlee’s plan- to reunite the family- seemed to have work flawlessly as the combined goal of of taking care of a brood forced them to get along and learn to be loving parents as a combined unit.

Kimberlee finished her match and flicked her gaze down to where the two rats lay together. She pursed her lips together, grinning as she watched the smaller rat- Sheryl- cuddle and lick over Monica’s neck, grooming through the short furs. One of her paws rested gently on the other rat’s thigh, letting her boost up to the taller rat’s face and lick through the male’s whiskers and up the fur on her face where she couldn’t reach as easily herself.

“Mm... I knew that you’d be the submissive one,” Kimberlee murmured, mostly to herself as she watched the smaller rat grooming and cuddling into the elder sister of the pair, oh so lovingly treating her mate and sister.

“I know that I was planning to change them back after the litter is born, but gosh! They are almost too cute like this to change, but if it transfers over back to normal getting along like this, it’ll be better than ever!” She laid her head back into the sofa, letting out a happy sound before her eyes shifted down to the little rat who gnawed on her toenails.

One paw, with the small fleshy fingers on each one curled inwards, rested on either side of her toe to steady himself as his teeth worked on the edge of her nail, chomping it down to the controlled length she wanted. A huge smile spread across her face at the sight of him, working so diligently.

“Ah... such a good little caretaker” she sighed, winking at him, but Augine just glared back at her.

Since the day Kimberlee stole the ring, Augine’s life had been entirely changed. Followed his rape from his oversized mother turned male rate, he’d been plucked back up from the cage with a string of cum leaking out from between his thighs while Kimberlee monologued: “Before I change you back, I have to tell you the new rules. You’ll be changed back to a human, you did your job in obtaining the ring and I think you’ve learned your lesson, but I will be in charge now. You will have to listen to me or you’ll end up back in that cage with mom once again-”

He winced, the memory of how she felt pounding him still fresh in his mind. “As long as you listen, no need to fear! All you have to do is keep me happy! Of course, while Mom is busy learning her lesson, someone will have to take care of all her jobs in the house! That will have to be you! So, cooking, cleaning, and laundry will fall to you! Of course, now that I’m in charge I will write up allowed menus for nightly dinners. You will have to get up in the mornings to prep my breakfasts as well. For cleaning, that’s something you can plan into your own schedule; but if I find that house unsatisfactory at any point, there will be consequences. Finally, for laundry, you need to wash everything by hand to protect my delicate clothes! Especially now that I’ll be buying much nicer things.” She laughed, rolling her head back with a carefree grin as though she wasn’t entirely crushing any hope Augine had for returning to normal.

“Then, of course! You’ll have to stay with me constantly to ensure you can respond to any other needs that arise!” She waved her hand, as though adding this clause didn’t nail the lid of his coffin shut entirely, sealing him off from the real, human world.

“What?” Augine blurted, letting out a loud squeak. “What’s the good of being a human if I’m basically a slave!?”

Over time, after he’d finally (gleefully) changed back into himself with full height, thumbs, and a voice once again, he found out that those “needs” ranged from sudden foot massages or backrubs- no matter than time or place when she felt the sudden need- to a huge range of other things, but there was always something.

“Augine, I have such a pinch in my middle back; would you?” Augine looked at his sister, then back at the room full of her friends milling around the space, each one chomping on miniature sandwiches Augine had prepared earlier and drinking the drinks he’d mixed.

“She wouldn’t really force me to rub her back now, in front of all her friends, would she?”

“Augine?” She kept her voice soft and casual, but Augine felt a sudden prickle at the base of his spine before he felt the slender, fleshy length of a rat tail starting to sprout out.

“Of course, sister!” he blurted, rushing forward and laying his hands onto her sore back and instantly starting to rub into the tender muscle- halting the growth of the threatened tail.

“What a nice brother?”

“Wow! Mine would never do that!”

“I’m going to tell my brother how nice Augine is! Maybe he’ll shape up! Hah Hah!”

Augine’s cheeks began to flush- no longer with any fur to hide it from every pair of eyes in the room. “The last thing I want is all these girls running home and telling their older brothers, my aged brothers that I’m some whipped servant to my sister! Then it’ll spread to the whole school!”

“Awww! He’s blushing now!” The entire room full of girls turned to look at the heat of rosy pink rushing up the sides of his face in a humiliated flush. All together, they began to titter and coo with amusement while Augine just ducked his head in and looked down: unable to flee or stop the massage that started all this, but instead simply endured all their giggling.

Kimberlee, of course, relished every opportunity to enact this shame on him, knowing that he hated to be seen serving her like this. She gave a snap of her fingers. “Augine, have you checked the creme brulees recently? I’d hate for them to burn and you have to start over!”

Augine grunted, muffling how he wanted to respond as he slinked back to the kitchen, knowing not listening would be even worse than the shame of doing as she told.

“How did you get him to listen so well?”

“Did he lose a bet?”

“Ladies, ladies!” Kimberlee clapped, drawing all their attention with her voice raised plenty loud for Augine to hear inside the kitchen. “It’s not some trick or ploy, it’s just a matter of making him realize that your life is going somewhere and that this is his importance in life! Once he realizes that he’s meant to help his sister succeed, then he’ll be my helper for life!”

Augine gasped to himself, “For life...?”

Sometimes he’d get a brief outlet for his building frustration when she’d flick him a game controller- suddenly in the mood for multiplayer. His game score had never been higher than now when he had enough rage to fuel anything. Those times were always brief and something worse always followed. As she settled into her power, she realized that she was no longer limited to his usefulness as a rat.

“Auginnnnnnee” she shouted, forcing him to look up from the sink of soapy dishes he was hand washing- despite standing right beside a perfectly conditioned dishwasher machine. “Hand washing helps you practice your hand-eye development which is important when doing other delicate tasks for me! Plus, the hand soap smells better!”

He wiped his hands, heading upstairs to answer the call since hell would unleashed upon him if he didn’t immediately appear in her doorway after a call- he could already feel himself shrinking down to a rat’s size on the kitchen tile, probably being tossed into the sink of dishes to wash them like that for punishment if he’d kept on with his task!

“Yes?” he asked, voice low and controlled as he rounded into Kimberlee’s bedroom. She wore nothing in bed, a single sheet draped over her nude form. She was scrolling idly through Facebook. “A new dog park just opened in our neighborhood,” she started, not even looking up at him. “A luxurious journey of lush greens for your dog, and a manicured path for you! No more burning your clothes after a walk in the park!” she quoted, grinning.

“Oh how I’d love to walk a dog through that park! Just to check it out, plus I want to take a nice long walk in my new boots.” She waved her hand down, referencing the tall, lace-up leather boots that rested beside her bed, near perfect replicas of the one’s he had become so acquainted to of his mother’s. “I need to begin breaking them in.”

Augine, with growing horror, witnessed the exact moment where she realized what she could do. She looked up at him, mouth opening lazily to at first say something idle along the lines of, ‘we should adopt a dog that you then look after so I can walk it once’ but then she met Augine’s eyes and her entire face lit up. “Oh-” she mouthed, quickly waving her hand.

The big ruby red gem that she always wore glittered and began to glow on her slender finger before Augine felt his body suddenly encompassed with the magic. “No! No! Come on! No!” he cried out, but what came out was: “No! No! Come- Ark! Bork!” His body began to rapidly shrink down, though not as small as a rat. He fell to about the height of the bed- his sister’s knee level- before his body began to re-adjust the bones. His legs reformed to sit him forward, falling onto his palms on the floor. Kimberlee’s eyes were growing wider and wider as she watched this transformation, realizing the height of her powers. It was as though, with that single moment, she realized that Augine could be anything.... Fulfill any desire.

Fur began to spread over his entire form, thicker and fluffier than as a rat. He instantly felt the room get hotter as the fur insulated him much better than the thin layer as a rat. Then, his spine jolted forward, beginning to elongated into the bones for a tail, one that curled up towards his rump.

Kimberlee was grinning, muttering as her fingers waggled around to guide the spell. “Yes, yes... A dog breed I can be proud to be seen with... Something pure bred for sure- Hmm! A husky! Yes! Beautiful!”

“Wow!” she breathed out as the spell completed, jumping down from the bed and letting the sheet fall away. She held up her mirror, hovering it over Augine’s changed face so he could see the elongated muzzle, coal-lump of a nose, and two tall triangular ears atop his head. “I’m a dog...”

“Let’s go for a walk! Oh...” She looked down and flicked her fingers, clothing instantly leaping from her closet and onto her body. Skinny jeans seemed to melt right to her body’s exact size before her shirt and a trendy leather jacket just appeared on her, perfectly matched to the boots that she slid onto her feet next, the tall size rising up to her knees.

“You need your outfit too!” she blurted, waving her hand as he felt a sudden tightness form on his throat: a collar. Watching in the mirror, first she fitted him into a simple, black leather collar. “No no no... too lame!”

“Let’s just take a peek for what’s hip in dog fashion-” She bent over the laptop once again, skimming rapidly through sites and searches until she let out a gasp. “Diamond Dogs...”

She turned closer to the screen, reading. “Each garment is finely detailed with Swarovski crystal beads, individually hand-sewn, to give scintillating texture and radiance to luxury yarns. For exceptional style and sophistication, the magical sparkle of Swarovski Crystal Glaze brings an unprecedented galaxy of color to our special occasion Elizabethan coat, created by millions of tiny crystals.Alcantara luxury Italian microfiber is renowned for its fine, soft suede finish and machine-washable practicality. We utilize this fantastic material to create jackets embellished with Swarovski crystal that bring an instant charm and added glamour to all small dogs.”

“Oh this is perfect!” she gasped with delight, turning towards him. “You’ll stand out! You’ll be the talk of the town!” She fixed her eye on him as her fingers began to dance. First, the collar shifted into a deep brown shade while individual diamonds glittered up from it’s surface, each in a ruby shade- to match her ring. Then, to Augine’s rising horror, she didn’t stop. Instead, she began to re-create the image of the doggy Elizabethan coat on the site, draping him in hand-stitched fabric with a flared bottom and an elaborate color. When she’d finished, Augine just stared into the mirror.

“God... No.. I cannot go out like this!”

“This. is. BEAUTIFUL!” She leapt up, materializing a collar before she instantly started towards the door. Augine got all the way down to the doorway was still reeling with horror at the monstrosity she’d cast over him.

“It’ fine. It’s fine... I’m just a dumb dog, it’s not going to matter. It’s fine...” Augine started to tell himself, following behind his sister as she relished in tugging and yanking on the collar to make him lunge up faster. With every step, her boots gave a distinct click onto the pavement. Augine felt so exposed, being taken out of the house in a transformed form.

As a rat, he’d always been privately humiliated, but now he was out in the open. He saw his neighbor, Miss McKinley out snipping her hedges as they passed. “What a lovely dog!” she cried out with a wave. “Would you like to pet him?” Kimberlee offered, instantly summoning the old woman over.

“What is his name?”

“Captain Snuggle Bottom!” Kimberlee blurted, chuckling once to herself.

Miss McKinley smiled, her aged face lighting up with delight. “Oh, he’s a wonderful animal.” Her worn fingers began to run through the fur of Augine’s back, instantly sending a rush of pure pleasure down his spine.

“O-oooh....” he whimpered, realizing that the body he was in had it’s own pleasure sensors that he couldn’t control! “But if Kimberlee sees me liking this! I’ll never live it down! She’ll think I like being a dog!” He felt a little jolt come from the tail hanging behind him. “Don’t wag! Don’t wag! No! You don’t like this!” The woman- a long time dog owner herself- seemed to know each and every spot that just send explosions of delight through Augine’s rigid form. Her hand suddenly dropped, tucking beneath his stomach and scratching right by his leg through the thinnest fur on his stomach!

“Oh Jesus and Mary!” Augine let out a gasp, falling to his side as his body demanded stomach scratching. He felt himself roll over, exposing the whole expanse of his gut to the woman and the entire street. His sheath, the furry pouch for his cock, jutted out from his crotch while hairy balls swung beneath.

“There it is! There’s the spot!” Augine, with horror, realized that his leg was starting to kick madly! The woman had found the small spot that send such a strange, triggering reaction directly to his leg. Kimberlee, towering above him, was beaming. “Oh he just loves that!” The older woman smiled, stretching back up. “Well, I should let you get on with your walk. Thank you so much for introducing me to Captain Snuggles!”

Then, she bent to look right at him, her familiar face meeting his except that he was exposing his genitals to the world. “Bye bye Captain Snuggles!”

“Off we go!” Kimberlee urged, forcing Augine to roll back up to his feet with a hot blush still burning down his form from being manipulated so, betrayed by his own body, and then exposed with the wind kissing his balls.

“You loved that!” Kimberlee teased with a laugh. “Maybe I should leave you as a dog most of the time! It’d be a more carefree life! Lots of walks and touches. I’d leave you in the yard so anyone can come and give you those belly rubs since you liked that a lot!” Augine shook his head, stomach churning at this new possibility to lose the shreds of a life he had.

“Ah! That’s a big decision. I’ll just have to muse it over a bit!”

They continued walking, passing by unfamiliar faces, until they reached the gated entrance of the new dog park. “Greenwood Lawns,” the sign read as they wandered inside to where a community dog bowl was filled with murky, used water.

“Oh you must be thirsty!” Kimberlee tugged his leash over. “Go on and have a drink-”

Augine shook his head, refusing. But, he felt Kimberlee place a hand on his head, rubbing idly. Then, he felt his throat start getting hotter and hotter. It was though as had suddenly send a dessert into him, drying out his entire gullet until he breathed hoarsely.

“Are you sure you’re not thirsty?”

Augine’s face started to burn, hot and ashamed. “I don’t want to drink out of some nasty community dish. There’s dog spit in there- who knows what else...” But his throat was demanding it, so parched it was nearly painful when he gave in, nose skimming into the bowl before he started to lap it up. Right on time, as he took his first noisy slurp, a little girl leapt towards him.

“Ewwww! Mommy! Look! That doggy is drinking poo water!”

“Oh honey-” the mother laughed, scooping her up. “Dogs have different standards than people do.”

Augine bristled, looking down into the bowl shamefully as the heat in his throat slowly faded. “Different standards... Great.” But, even as he felt his own shame and disgust growing, he wasn’t quite finished yet. A small patch of the fiery dryness still remained in his throat, forcing him to bend in lower and slurp up more of the water, noisy slapping his tongue into the depths. His eyes tracked through the water, first he tried to avoid the droppings of tiny leaves and the sheen of sparkle dust over the top layer. He tried to drink around it, keeping his tongue skirting to the side of the bowl; but eventually the level of the bowl had reached to low and the debris spread over the top forcing him to lick up the texture of the dirt floating on top and catch the leaf into his mouth. His entire face crinkled, having to chew through the leaf before he could bend back into the bowl, still vying to quench his thirst.

Then, as the levels got lower and lower, he spotted a massive white glob of saliva floating around through the water. He gagged. ‘I’ll just avoid it! I’ll just drink everything but that!” He soothed himself, talking through it. Carefully, he took each drink so that the spittle already skirted away back through the remaining water. But the bowl got emptier and emptier. Slurp by slurp he was cleaning it out.

Only a mere inch remained in the bowl, but he only felt a bit more dryness in his throat. He tried to drink around it, succeeding until the volume dropped again by half and he was forced to just drink right beside the floating spittle.

He caught the stringy texture of the other dog’s drool that lifted up with his drink and swirled through his mouth. He felt it’s tenacious girth not breaking apart, but actually staying as a string as it slithered over his tongue and tangled around one of his pointy teeth. He looked down, seeing that most of it had been avoided!

“Oh God!” he gagged, but even as he tasted the drool rolling over his teeth, he had to take a final drink to calm the dessert inside his mouth. He felt his throat burning, still needing to clean out this bowl to quench the thirst Kimberlee had sent inside of him. He took in a wavering breath, steadying himself before he dipped his mouth into the final drink needed, scooping up the entire clump of white, oozing, gooey spittle. It rolled over his throat, actually sticking in the way back of his throat until he forcibly swallowed it, gulping down another dog’s junk.

“Come on now! I have walking to get done!” Kimberlee scolded, yanking on his throat as they began to walk. The flavors of the dirty water: the dust and plant life swirled into it and the spittle of every other dog who’d drooled into it or dropped their toy in as they drank- it all lingered in his mouth the entire walk away from the bowl, forcing him to re-life over and over that humiliating, desperate drink.

The wandered up the nice path, Kimberlee clicking on her heels with every step. “Oh, I can already feel my feet getting a bit sweaty, leather really does trap everything-” she muttered as they reached the top of a sloping hill, glancing at Augine as he panted beneath the ridiculous coat.

“Fashion is a struggle, isn’t it?”

Suddenly, a fresh explosion of noise came from just ahead. A woman walking three pugs, all who were huffing and puffing like they’d just finished a marathon rounded the corner with her child- a blonde who raced forward towards Augine. “A husky! A husky!” she screamed. “Can I pet him?”

Kimberlee smiled. “Of course! Go ahead!”

Grubby, sweaty, sticky hands grabbed onto Augine’s side. She felt her fingers down the entire length of his coat, yanking and pulling as she examined how it stayed on him. She poked at his collar, watching it glitter. “That’s a very sparkly collar.” She murmured, at though talking only to Augine. Then, she grabbed his face. Her small hand went right over his nose, forcing him to breath in the sweat and dirt that clung to her flesh before she moved up to grope his ears. His entire body was subjected to her rough, childish manhandling from poking into his nostrils to yanking on his tail- all under Kimberlee’s unwavering, punishing gaze.

Of course, to make it all better, the sight of one little girl petting a puppy signaled to all the other children racing through the park that this dog was friendly and good to go! Green-lighted, they descended onto him like the plaque. They yanked at his ears, blowing air beneath them. They kissed his eyeballs, lips smeared with sticky ice cream or crumbling cookies. They pet his tummy rough and wild so that they’d smack their hands into his cock sheath with every downward motion. They tried to pull his front feet off the ground and make him dance.

And all the parents? They stood around, watching and chuckling since Kimberlee assured them this was the nicest dog ever! “Wow! I wish we could adopt him from you! I’ve never seen a dog so patient with kids before!”

One woman leaned extra close, “You know. You should check out the program that takes dog in to see sick kids or visits orphanages or something. He’s so patient. He’d be a great fit!”

“Hmm... “ Kimberlee cooed. “What do you think, Captain Snuggles? Would you like to spend every Saturday like this? Getting all this love from all this young, curious minds?” She smirked at him, relishing how he was tormented, but utterly controlled. He couldn’t hurt a kid, Kimberlee would unleash hell. He couldn’t do a thing, just wait it out until finally the parents ushered their kids away.

“See that? You’re a good toy for kids too. Women and toys alike you can service!” she laughed at him, rolling her eyes back, but Augine just whimpered out a muffled sigh. “What difference can I even make?” he thought to himself, moping. She controlled his whole life. She could ruin his life with a snap of her fingers. His mom and aunt had been his one chance and they were heavy with rat babies! Utterly in love with each other with the looks of their constant grooming and fucking.

“This is just my life now...”

“Oh why look at that!” A deep voice suddenly interrupted their walk. Kimberlee looked up, smiling. “Yes, isn’t he beautiful?”

“Purebred, isn’t he?”

“Oh yes! Of course!”

“Wow! Look at that pair of balls! Would you mind... if I took a look? I’m a show breeder-” he paused looking at Kimberlee who just bobbed her head: “Of course! Go ahead!”

“Oh yes! Thank you! I have been looking for a good pure bred to breed my Daisy with since she’s hitting the end of her breeding span and I’d like to get some more seasons of showing so I figure... a pure bred litter would give me plenty to show off.”

“Show dog, huh? Think he has a chance here of succeeding in a show?”

The man bent down, starting to inspect Augine’s entire frame. He was efficient, but intimate with his groping, manhandling touches. His fingers dug down through every layer of fur, poking and prodding at all of his torso before he began to zero in on his dangling balls. “You know, I think that with a good training session, you could probably do great in show with him.”

“Wow! A show dog!” She bent down to Augine’s head while the stranger bent at his back end. She pet his ear, grinning. “How would you like to be a show dog, Captain Snug? You’d get all groomed, all beautiful and then you’d strut around in front of a huge room full of people! Showing yourself off! Television too! You’d be on TV? We could be a famous duo!” she grinned, already envisioning him taking on a classic, pirate/Elizabethan style for all his competitions, wearing small leather booties and a gamely hat.

“You’d be a totally unique personality, the Captain! Captain Dog! You could get endorsement deals! Want to sell dog food? Dog beds?” She was getting more and more excited while Augine felt more and more disgusted: “Have hundreds, thousands, millions of people see me like this? No! Be groomed, groped, man hanlded all the time? No! Wear goofy, crazy costumes for a bunch of people’s amusement, eat dog food? Sleep on some cushion on the floor? No no no!”

“I’m just going to check heft here-”

“What’s that even mean,” Augine thought. “Oh!” He gasped, feeling the man grab both his balls and give them a bounce on his hand. He squeezed them, rolling them through his fingers. “Seems to have pretty full balls! Good chances for being a breeder!” He pursed his lips, moving his fingers to inspect Augine’s cock sheath, pushing and poking at the soft pouch of fur and flesh before he sat back. “Yeah, I think with the right shots and papers to be sure, I’d be very interested. Can I give you my card?”

“Yes!” Kimberlee happily took that man’s card, bidding him adieu before she began to talk to Augine once again. “Hmm, if you needed a bit more exposure training, I’d have to take that man up on that offer. How’d you like to be a dog breeder? A breeding dog? Fucking Daisy?” she chuckled. “I’ll just keep this card in case you ever cross back on your old habits, because I think being a breeding dog... perhaps a stint as a show dog to teach you about objectification too would go hand in hand...”

Augine’s stomach was sinking, dread building with these threats. If Kimberlee had that card hovering in her pocket, he really couldn’t misbehave lest she drop hell onto him.

“Now, let’s just finish this loop and get on home! I think that’s been plenty of time walking in the boots for today!” They began to finish the final stretch of the loop that would follow the park’s edge all the way back to the entrance. At first, Augine felt utter relief to be heading back, eager to be back in his own body if nothing else; but, as they walked he felt something start building inside of him.

He’d drank so much water earlier. He had finished an entire bowl, probably close to a gallon and now his bladder was feeling it. At first, it was just a mere tickle. A small note from his body that he might need to go soon, but as they walked on it started to get worse and worse until he was clenching himself, desperately trying to avoid peeing outside, out here, in public where anyone could see him.

“Come on, Augine. You got this. Keep it together! Keep it together!” But, his bladder started to ache. He felt himself on the verge of just exploding and peeing all over himself instead! He lunged off the path, trying to make it to a small bush, but Kimberlee held the leash tightly, forcing him to stop and lift his leg right there beside the path.

The instant his leg went up, he began to spray. He could feel his balls re-adjusting with this new positioning, waggling and hanging down as his cock jutted out just enough from his pouch of fur so that the stream could leave him. Utter relief washed through his mind, that was until he spotted a sudden group of onlookers. Shame shot onto his cheeks. A hot, red blush burned his cheekbones and then down onto his throat as he stared out at all the people in the park who could see him out here, just peeing in front of them all. Kimberlee just grinned, glancing at him with a little chuckle.

“All embarrassed to be piddling in public? Hmm?” she chuckled, rolling her eyes. “It’s normal! You’re just going to have to get used to it, really.” She laughed again, amused at Augine’s obvious confliction at being so exposed. He hated the sensation of his cock sneaking out from his sheath, exposing the bright red point of the tip to everyone.

“Heyy! Kimbers!” Augine jolted, recognizing the familiar voice of his friend Tom. To his horror, he realized the approaching group was his entire friend group out walking!”

“Jesus!” Derek, another of the group, blurted. “Did your dog save it up for a year?!”

Augine blushed harder. His entire frame felt hot with shame. To have his friends, of all people, see him here, as a dog and peeing openly was the epitome of shame. He just couldn’t believe it. They were all looking, chuckling amongst themselves as he peed and peed. But he couldn’t stop! He had drank so much water!

“Hey, Kim. I heard your brother’s like your little bitch now-”

“Yeah, how’d you turn him into a little pussy whipped slave?”

“He lose a bet?”

Kimberlee chuckled, waving her hand. “Augine didn’t lose a bet! He just came to a genius realization that his life was best spent supporting me! He wasn’t on track to accomplish anything grand, but I am! So he’s supporting me through life!”

Augine waited for his friends to express confusion, to point out some list of Augine’s accomplishments and all he was on track to do with himself. But, instead, they pursed their lips with thought. “Huh...” David muttered, thinking. “That’s sorta nuts, isn’t it?”

“I mean... he didn’t really have a college picked out-”

“He didn’t want to play any sports with the team-”

“He quit my band-”

Augine blinked, eyes hanging open with shock. “Really, guys?” he wanted to shout, but then all his energy dissipated. “Even my friends... all of my best friends... No one has anything to say about me that supports that I have any future at all.”

“Well, Kimbers- I always knew you were a ballsy girl.” Tom chuckled, patting her shoulder before the group lumbered on, leaving Augine reeling. His own friends supported this! He walked along, staring at the ground until suddenly Kimberlee grabbed at his leash tightly.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, hissing out a low sound of distaste. Across the green center field of the park, Kimberlee had spotted Madeline, a school mate walking a tall, grand looking white poodle whose fur had been groomed into puffs of cloud-like white with bows and gems woven into it that glittered even from this distance.

“Oh that bitch!” Kimberlee hissed. “I can’t have her outdoing me at the dog park and then telling everyone!” She gave a hard yank at Augine’s collar to move him into a small dipped path out of the main view of the entire park. “I have to get you on the right level!” she uttered to Augine, bending down to his level as she started to waggle her finger. “Shinier fur!” she blurted, sending a sudden blast down his body. Instantly, his fur was brighter and shinier so that it actually seemed to glint in the sun. “No more coat!” She sent it dissipating away, instead leaving bare fur. Then, she started to wiggle her fingers through the air, carefully guiding some streaks of pink through the fur along with the natural streaks and swirls of grey and brown through his husky coat. Then, she started to flick her fingers rapidly to add accenting bows: on the base of each ear, a big one above his tail, a huge line of woven bows all connected down the center of his back. Then, she added tied in glitters and diamonds throughout his coat, focused around the pink and gray of the coloring in the fur so that it added a new layering of depth through the look.

“I need... more...” She looked him over, scratching at her chin as she mused. “I have bows, I have pink, and I have glitters...” She flicked her hand, suddenly adding booties around his feet in a shining pink shade. “Boots?” She pursed her lips, shaking her head. With a flick of a finger, the boot went away and she instead added a pair of glasses, a flowing cape, and a frilled neck piece. “Hmm....” She thought a beat longer, sending the cape and glasses away again and leaving the elaborate frilled neck piece. “Yes! This is good! This is just out there enough and simplistic with some pizzazz!”

Augine’s face burned. He caught a glimpse of himself as they strutted past the installed pond and it send his stomach dropping. He looked utterly ridiculous! He was streaked with pink, glittering like a fairy had let down, and to top it off she’d put a frilled neck piece on him, forcing him to hold his head up as though he was proud of this ensemble!

Kimberlee aimed them closer, drawing Augine over towards the other girl. Augine suddenly felt his nose jolt. He started to sniff, catching a sudden, deep female musk in the air. He looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sudden, needy feminine scent that sudden wafted out from the air, but no one was near them except for the poodle that Kimberlee was bringing him right towards!

“Oh, god! She’s in heat!” Augine blurted to himself, instantly feeling a throb from his sheath as the hot red tip of his cock started to sneak forward as his body responded on a trigger to the smell of the needy female, responding to her call for breeding. He gave a tug at the leash, trying to get away from the poodle. “No! No!” he tried to tell Kimberlee, letting out a few yaps as he urged her to move the other direction, but she just tugged him forward again. “Don’t be shy! Work it! You look good!” She urged him forward, forcing him closer and closer to the source of that rich smell.

His nose was going nuts. It felt it twitching and spasming at the end of his muzzle, guzzling that scent even as he tried to force himself to ignore it. His cock was getting harder and harder, starting to emerge from the home of his furry pouch. The bright red of it stood out again the white of his stomach, announcing itself. Augine started to get more and more scared, jumping and tugging on the leash, but Kimberlee kept hauling him closer and closer until they walked right into the realm of the poodle. Augine’s mind was flooded with her smell and the sudden urge to mate, but Kimberlee didn’t notice until she’d already said a overly friendly hello to the other girl, ensuring that her dog would be noticed.

“Oh my!” the girl gasped out, looking down. “Looks like your dog is a bit out of control!” she said, pointing a finger down to Augine’s drooling cock that jutted out from his sheath.

Kimberlee, thinking on her feet, just snorted. “He’s a professional breeder! He is preparing for a session!”

“Oh my! I d-didn’t know! He is TRULY beautiful!” The girl’s eyes shown with jealousy, spying all the gems woven into his fur. Kimberlee smiled, winking once at the girl. “I understand that you wouldn’t know about our level of dog show, so I’ll give you a pass!” She scoffed, flashing a small, snooty grin before they said a dainty goodbye and parted ways down other sides of path.

As soon as they were away from her, Kimberlee let out a sudden disgruntled gasp, rushing Augine away with a shamed blush. “Augine! How could you!? I thought you’d learned your lesson!? Do you have ANY control?” She stomped her foot, practically dragging him home- totally angry that he’d gotten so aroused by that other dog. “You’ll be learning your lesson all over again if you don’t know how to control yourself! Maybe I will call that guy! Have you do some breeding for a while, stuck in that form, sleeping outside, eating from a dog bowl? Is that what you want?” she huffed, marching him home.

It didn’t matter if it was day or night, either, she always had something she needed and something she could milk out of him. Some nights, she’d say good night with a list of chores to be done before she woke (all without disturbing her sleep!) and some nights, she come in demanding cuddles.

“I want cuddles!” Kimberlee demanded, shouting it into the hallway just as he stepped through the door into her bedroom. Augine had just turned into her room, expecting some demand or the transformation into a cat or something that could lay on her lap, but instead he felt himself change in a rapid jolt.

He dropped to the ground, his entire field of vision just dropping away down to a sixth of the size so that he suddenly stared at the underside of the bed. “What?” He blurted, trying to look down at himself, but he found his eyes didn’t move. “W-what? Did she paralyze me?” He muttered, thinking to himself. He tried to move his other parts, but they felt distant. Something felt off. Kimberlee rolled off from the bed, bumbling forward and grabbing him with a sudden tight squeeze. He felt the pressure of her hug, deflating and flattening his body down into nothing.

She carried him forward, passing by her mirror so that he could get a glimpse of himself. Poking over her shoulder, caught in the reflecting glass surface, he saw himself. She had changed him into a fat, fluffy Teddy Bear! His face had rounded into a circle atop of slouchy, cylindrical body with small, chubby arms and legs sewn on and a bow tied around his neck.

He couldn’t move anything! There wasn’t anything he could move. He didn’t have a voice or motion now! She carried him into bed, at first gingerly clutching to him as she situated, but once she’d actually started to fall into her bedtime routine, she shoved him beneath her head to prop her up as she started to skim through Facebook. First, she just used his stomach for her pillow, allowing him to stare towards the ceiling while she idly watched videos, but as she settled more her hand shoved at his head, pushing his plastic eyes beneath her head so he stared at her scalp instead. Darkness covered most of his view.

“Mmmm..... Gotta sleep now...” she groaned, grabbing him off her pillow and pulling him into her chest. She mashed him partially beneath her body, squashing the face of the teddy bear right between her breasts so that he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His eyes were stuck open, yet with a body that didn’t need rest, he found he couldn’t fall to sleep. Instead, he just stared into the darkness of her breasts, unable to feel like he had gotten a full breath because he wasn’t moving at all, yet he was at no risk of any harm! He didn’t need to breathe! But his mind was telling him he was supposed to be breath, sending these bursts of panic each time he went a few minutes. It was a rushing cycle of constant panic. As his sister fell asleep, she was constantly shifting, pulling his arm at the socket- threatening to rip it right off! She bent his body in half, trapping his face against his toes beneath her belly. Slowly, as she slept, he traveled beneath her thighs, smearing her scent of her crotch over his nose.

She didn’t pay any mind to what happened to him as she slept, squashing him in a different position each hour as he round through the night endlessly, unable to sleep to flash forward through the section. Then, in the final segment of darkness, she flung him off of the bed. He landed with his face on the dirty carpet, unable to push himself off from the slouched position.

“Gah! This is terrible!” he grunted to himself. He couldn’t decided if it was worse when she was tormenting him or when she utterly ignored him like this. The seconds trickled past. An entire minute felt like it’d been an hour. Staring at the same, unwavering view of dust collection in the threads of the carpeting, Augine spent the final hours of the night just waiting for Kimberlee to wake up.

Finally, with the sun entirely risen and hovering outside the window, Kimberlee rolled from bed. Her foot landed squarely over his body, squashing him flat into the carpet in a single glancing motion. Then, she headed right into the bathroom- not even noticing that he lay on the floor with his stomach dented inwards.

“Kimberlee!” he thought, wanting to cry out, but she was already gone and he had no voice. He heard the distinct sounds of the toilet flushing and then the rush of the shower starting. So, for another hour he laid on the floor.

Only when she began shouting for her breakfast did she remember that Augine was the discarded teddy bear on her floor.

“Augine!” she scolded as she began to change him back into his regular human self. “You cannot let yourself get stuck like that! Now my breakfast is late!”

Her logic made no sense, but she made rules and then stuck to them. Her favorite thing was demanding things he had no way of filling- like demanding he communicate without any motion or voice to do so with. Sometimes it was on accident- she simply didn’t think about what limitations she put onto him- other times it was deliberate for her own amusement.

It was a warm Sunday morning. The sun had already risen high into the sky while Kimberlee slept in. Augine bent low over the kitchen sink, scrubbing out his nails to try and remove all traces of the thick soap he had to use on her delicate panties that he’d been washing all morning. He thought the smell of her dirty panties would never leave his flesh, but instead be soaked in perpetually from all the hours he’d spent scrubbing his palm along the inside center of the tiny garments. His lower back ached, his head rang slightly, and he was utterly exhausted. Last night she’d given him a list of chores to have done by the time she woke up, and having no idea when that would be on a Sunday morning, Augine had risen at 2:00 am to ensure her clothes had all been washed and hung, the bathroom scrubbed, a cake baked for her gathering later, and the entire house had been vacuumed- which had to be done with the quieter hand vacuum when she slept as to not wake her, tripling the time it took to do.

All the while, Augine was muttering to himself. It was just another day! Another day of her bossing him around, throwing around all the magic the ring gave her. She was utterly out of control, yet she took it all out on him. After changing Monica and Sheryl, she had barely done anything to them! All her petty, bad mood magical outbursts came onto Augine’s head. All of her crazy demands fell to him to fill. Some things she could do simply with the magic and still forced Augine to do it instead. He saw her, once, clean her entire room with the snap of a finger, yet every Thursday afternoon he had to take a toothbrush to the detail work on her wooden headboard.

“She probably can do everything I do with a snap of her finger and this is just a game, she’s just playing a long, terrible game with me.”

“Auginnnnne!” He stiffened, hearing her voice ringing out ahead of her as she plodded down the stairs. Her foot fell steadily, thunk thunk thunk until the final thud as she hit the landing. “Augine! I know what I want for breakfast!” She rounded into the kitchen, plopping onto the stool. “I’d like scrambled eggs! But, they have to be organic and fresh-”

“We don’t have any eggs.” Augine replied, standing at the fridge and waiting for a new request.

“Well, just go to the stores. It’s Sunday. There’s the farmer’s market.”

“Not anymore, it’s closed by now. It’s too late for anyone to have anything and the regular stores are closed for Sunday.” Augine explained, watching as his sister’s face started to pout into her signature sign of irritation.

“That’s unacceptable!” She slammed her hand down onto the table, shooting out a spray of magic straight onto Augine. He gasped out, feeling himself instantly start to shrink. At first, he waited for the familiar height of the rat- assuming it was just time for a stint being punished, but instead he suddenly stopped shrinking at a much taller stance. Then, instead of his skin beginning to prickle as millions of tiny hairs sprouted, he felt a multitude of district sprouting sensations exploding from his skin one by one. His eyes dropped to his arm, staring as feathers leapt out from the roots of his flesh!

At first, they spread sparsely over him, in crazy patches of white downy, but then they began to get thicker and thicker until a smooth coat of feathers formed down his arms and backside. Then, his bones began to re-form. He felt his arms start to shrink, turning and disappearing into the shape of wings before the thick spread of feathers began to fill in. Augine stared, watching his feet mutate into the gnarled talons of a chicken!

“If you cannot go buy me the fresh eggs I need, then you’ll have to learn to get creative here!” Kimberlee demanded, shooting him a condescending glare as if he missed some option to obtain eggs that explained why she was punishing him with this morphed transformation.

Augine turned his head, catching sight of himself in the reflective bottom of the fridge with horror. He looked utterly different! To change from mammal to mammal was one thing, but now he had a face pinched inwards to a beak! A pointy, sharp beak jutted of from his face while a bright red ring circled his eyeball. Feathers covered his body, from his swollen puffy chest down to the stubby, spindly legs that supported him. His body was surprisingly huge! He was plump, to say the least. When he looked at the short little legs beneath him and then back at his stomach, that swelled so far forward, he wondered how he stood upright!

“Wowee!” Kimberlee whistled. “Think I mixed some Turkey into the spell or something! You’re a HUGE chicken! How is that working!?” She waved her fingers at the skinny legs he himself were marveling at. “You’d make a feast!” she laughed, snickering to herself.

Already, in her own mind, Kimberlee was picturing the array of chicken dishes she loved so much- homemade fresh and from scratch. She saw the glistening, moist skin of a skillet chicken with a fresh, simple sauce drizzled over it, the skin faintly crisped. She gulped, feeling drool start to collect on her tongue as she remembered a breaded chicken their mother once made, battered and then oven baked so it was utterly crispy but then moist and tender inside, drizzled with a creamy sauce over a bed of cheesy risotto.

“Oh man... Do you remember when Mom used to cook that breaded chicken?” She gave a happy sigh, eyes glassy as she remembered how easily it broke beneath the fork, just soft and lush. Augine though, being in the place of the chicken, looked up with horror!

“What? What is happening!?” he thought to himself, trying to read from Kimberlee expression what she was intending, but his sister was utterly lost down memory lane momentarily before gave a little laugh and shook her head. “Sorry! I just got a bit distracted! You’re just so fat! I couldn’t help but think of all the chicken recipes we’ve eaten over a lifetime! I’m sure... with all that meat you could make several dishes work!”

Augine looked back at himself, feeling a prickling of heat beneath the feathers on his face. Kimberlee’s laughter always hit him like a knife, cutting deep. He examined his gut again, shaking his head. “I’m just ... a plump chicken, no big deal.” He tried to brush it off, but her words started to scare him. If him being so far made her suddenly crave chicken, that didn’t look good for him! “No! It’s fine! Chicken isn’t even a breakfast thing, eggs are!” He stared at his rounded torso and then the stumpy little legs again. Then, sharp talons finished his entire change. His head was still reeling, a bit unsure how to deal with this threatening, plump form he was in, but he didn’t have any control over it anyways.

“So we just hope for the best...”

“Now, usually chickens only lay one egg a day! Pssh!” Kimberlee laughed, spinning her finger around as though spinning the cycle faster. Augine felt a sudden stirring. Low on his body, he felt something shifting through him. In reality, several eggs were beginning to descend into the canal called the oviduct where they matured as they moved downwards. His eyes went wide, feeling a strange swelling inside of him as the eggs in this canal began swelling larger and larger as an elevated rate. They began as yolks, tiny and much too young, but rapidly developed down the tract until Augine felt a sudden pressure low inside of him, pushing against the only opening his body had. He could feel the egg there, a sudden urge to push it free of him.

His eyes darted to Kimberlee, who stood hovering over him smirking as usual. Shame flooded over his entire frame at the idea of squatting over the tiled floor and pushing this egg out while she watched him from above. Yet at the same time, he didn’t dare not produce eggs if she was already hungry and her mind was filled with images of chicken!

“No big deal. It’s just a little egg, they aren’t even that big. It’s fine...” He tried to talk himself into some state of acceptance, but he couldn’t shake the sensation of extreme embarrassment at the urge to drop an egg out of him.

He shifted, trying to find some angle where he at least shielded himself, but the urge to lay was starting to build and with his sister so much larger, there was no escaping her. “I just...” He gulped, looking away from her so at least, he didn’t see her eyes!

Instead, he had to huddle down against the cool tile. He felt the kiss of the chilled surface against his bottom side, but he just fluffed his feathers and settled in lower. He could feel the egg moving forward. It felt so big instead him, he started to panic. “Is this going to hurt? Does this hurt? Does this feel like fucking in a vagina?” He flashed back to his mother, transformed, fucking him against the wall of the cage. He shuddered to think this egg would feel like that same gut-tearing stretch, but from the inside out!?

It started to lower more and more, he could suddenly feel the egg on the verge of coming out. It hovered just inside the slit of his vent and, with a blushing, shameful push, he began to let the egg pass out of him. It stretched him open wide, forcing him to yawn open as it began to drop from him. He felt it dangling for a second, half in and half out just stretching him wide.

“Wow! That’ a BIG egg! How’s the feel?” Kimberlee chattered, smirking from above. “Oh that will be such a good scrambled egg! So big! Lots of protein! Have to keep myself powered up, ya know! So much magic to be done!”

“Bragging about her powers! Ignoring my pain! Blah blah blah!” Augine muttered, grunting to himself as the egg began to finally drop completely from him. “What else is new?!”

With a jolting pant, he finished with the egg. His eyes turned up, narrowed into points to Kimberlee- ready to be changed back. “What? Is one egg enough for a meal!?” She retorted, laughing as Augine’s eyes suddenly went wide as another egg began to push into the final length of the oviduct and made it’s way into the cloaca, where it was just before laying. In speeding up his laying process, Kimberlee not only made one egg develop immediately, she’d developed an entire row of eggs inside of him all rapidly becoming ready and fully developed in a row.

Augine felt himself part open again. The hole beneath him had to stretch open so wide, letting the widest section of the egg push it to the brink before the flesh from inside of him basically followed the egg, ensuring it didn’t drop out of him violently as it pushed it out. Augine’s eyes scrunched shut with the second egg, desperate to ignore some of what was happening beneath him but it was hard. His entire body was preparing for it. He was huffing slightly, body pulsing as he prepared for the full stretch. Then, the hole of his vent began to pulse, pushing and clenching as it stretched itself open, preparing for that thick egg.

This stretched on, this careful preparation on the body’s part of stretching him and preparing to open that hole wide enough for an egg. By the time the egg was ready to truly come, he gaped open. He could feel the cool wafted up from the tiled floor on that sensitive rim of fleshy, exposed pink.

Then, the egg began to push out. It came slowly, first just a segment of the shell appearing from inside the fleshy tube of his underside and then more and more as he pushed, forcing it out. When it finally dropped, a satisfying plop! Followed as the hole released it. He gave a soft pant, already feeling a second egg starting to come again.

The hole throbbed, pulsing with use, but a third egg still lined up. He had to let it out too. He felt the process begin again, though the hole already gaped open, stretched out by the first two. As the third egg began to slide forward, it was even thicker- grown more by Kimberlee’s sped up growth inside of him! Augine winced, feeling himself spread out even wider, forcing that egg to slowly escape from him while above Kimberlee was watching the whole thing, a mixture of disgust and delight painted across her face. He yawned wider and wider before plop!

Without a pause, the fourth egg lined up. Augine felt a bit light-headed, preparing once again for the biggest egg, the fourth and final one he felt in his inside canal. He began to huff softly, forcing the egg down and out. It stretched him a hair wider, always putting more and more pressure on the gaping used vent before it made the same familiar sound and Augine finally grunted and looked down. Four eggs, all a soft cream shade sat beneath him.

“My clutch...” he thought, a tingly sensation of pride momentarily flickering in his head before he felt sudden hands around his girthy chest. Kimberlee hunched down, starting to grope over his feathers. She squeezed into the thick expanse of his breast, kneading down into the meat of his frame. “You’re so big! Just so round! Like you swallowed a basketball! I bet you’re just juicy!” Her fingers gave a hard squeeze until they pressed through the downy feathers and up to the actual meat of his body.

She explored her hands over his entire body. She started at his breast because it was biggest, puffing out so far it begged to be touched. She mashed her fingers into the depths of his feathers, feeling how they depressed down to where the meat hid beneath, then she grabbed for him. She felt how much girth was on his bones, silently sizing him up. “Nice big breast here... Could have a big meal with that, maybe a little date night with a girlfriend to share it! Certainly could make a superb chicken marsala, really soak it with the herbs and sauce so that it’s tender and moist, just falling apart beneath the press of the fork-” She let out a sigh, licking her lips. Augine shuddered, feeling groped and used, with his vent still aching from the four massive eggs, but now also terrified that his sister’s cravings were shifting into something much scarier.

“God, egg laying wasn’t bad enough, now she wants chicken. I could end up just being some... dinner? Something that just fizzles out after you’ve eaten it-”

“Oh, I know how you must feel, thinking about ending up as something so temporary as a dinner. I mean, at least as my personal nail clipper you know you’ll be around, clipping my nails for a hundred years or so, but I mean dinner is over in what an hour? Maybe two before you’re gone forever?”

She grinned, slapping him on the chest. “But don’t worry! I always Instagram my dishes so you’d be immortalized!”

“Oh!? Immortalized as some picture of a dinner! Some hashtag! #Augine’sLifeSucks! #HeWasSoTasty! #WinnerWinnerUnlessYou’retheChicken!” He was trembling, terrified that she’d actually go through with this, she was entirely straight faced, not miming like this was just a prank to torment him.

Then, her hands moved up she grabbed at the meat of his thighs, squeezing hard at that flared base of meat. She started her fingers at the very base of the actual cut, where it was just his skinny, bony legs and she began upwards pressing first with just two fingers and then cupping her entire hand around the leg and squeezing hard to feel how the meet squished beneath her palm. She worked her fingers up and down, as though she was tenderizing the meat right then on the bone.

“Mmm... could make some wings, try a nice dry spice rub on them instead of messy sauce-” Her hands started to rub over his leg, sliding this way and that, messaging down into the base of flesh through all the feathers as though she was applying the dry rub right then.

She grabbed his wings next, pulling them up from his body so that Augine awkwardly flapped and dangled between the two appendages as she flapped them up and down. “There’s even a lot of meat on your wings! You’re just a chubby, chubby chicken! Made for the slaughterhouse, hmm?”

Augine gulped, angrily trying to pull his wings into his sides so that she couldn’t just make him dance through the air, but he couldn’t lift his heavy girth with just his wings. Kimberlee, however, noticed him struggling with delight. “See? Too fat to lift yourself!”

“You know... “ she started, shifting her hands back beneath his entire body, kneading at his tender underside. “I know you’ve been doing all the chores around here: laundry, cooking, cleaning... And I know you’ve been doing you’re best, but you’re simply not as good at the work as Mom was!”

“I mean... You couldn’t get that spot out of my shirt the other day-”

“It was hot chocolate! Arguably one of the worst stains! It has too many different staining elements because it has sugar, fat, tannins, AND protein! Normal stian treatments only remove two of those elements not all four!” Augine wanted to shout, to defend himself, but of course he had no voice. This was just Kimberlee’s little show.

“You used a teaspoon instead of 3/4 teaspoon of oregano in that recipe the other night-” she pouted, looking disappointed.

“Seriously? That’s not even a mistake! That’s nothing!”

“And you didn’t manage to clean my windows correctly last week either...” She clicked her tongue before letting out a long sigh a disapproval.

“The spot on your window was on the outside! We don’t even own a ladder! How would I have done that!?” Augine’s eyes flared out with frustration. “No matter what I do, you’re going to find an excuse to torture me! Can’t you just have the decency to be straight with yourself about what this is? Don’t play it off like I fucked up! This is you! I did nothing! You just have a lot of power to throw around and abuse people with! It’s not my fault you’re stronger!”

Augine suddenly deflated. He’d admitted it. He’d verbalized it, at least mentally, officially that his sister was more powerful than him. That he was the weaker. Weaker than his younger sibling. Weaker than a girl. It popped the bubble he’d been filling, sending him into a silent, simmering state once again.

“Hmmph!” She gave a final hard squeeze at his body before she suddenly grabbed his legs and flipped him upside down. His entire world flipped as he swung, dangling helplessly by his feet! Augine’s eyes swung around, seeing the tile beneath him as she started to walk. She moved with purpose, obviously having a plan already!

“Kimberlee! Kimberlee! What are you doing? Where is this going?” he thought, feeling his heart start to rattle in his chest. She hummed idly, forcing Augine to struggle to catch glimpses of her moving towards the pantry.

“What’s happening? Why the pantry? I-I thought you wanted eggs! I’ll make you eggs! Kimberlee!”

She paused beside the pantry door, swinging Augine up through the air and plopping him up onto the counter as she grabbed down a cooking book. His butt sat on the cold tile, momentarily soothing his aching hole before he saw the title on the cookbook: “Momma’s Guide to Home-Cooked Proteins.”

“She’s probably looking up eggs! Egg is a protein! She is just going to find the best egg recipe! This is just a little scare tactic so I do better next week-” He cut off, suddenly seeing her moving the pages, parting it open. A hearty thud echoing out into his ears from her dropping the book right beside him before she paged into it. She opened the front binding, first skimming the the list of the contents before she flicked a few pages and then jumped to the chapter marked: “Chicken.”

Augine gulped. He stared at the page, at first waiting for her to keep going, flip inside the chapter to a little subchapter marked: “Eggs” but instead she didn’t, she just skimmed her eyes over the contents here and then opened right to a “Roast Chicken” recipe.

Augine gulped again, shaking his head with dis-belief as his eyes fell on the image. There it was, the entire chicken with the skin crisped and gleaming with a nice sheen out of the oven. “S-she wouldn’t really do that...” He muttered, trying to pull his eyes away from the image of the chicken, roasted into that iconic image, but he couldn’t tear himself away.

“I could negotiate with mom to change her back and forth from a rat if she did some housework around here- I'm sure she’d be happy to be full sized for a bit every day!” As she spoke, Kimberlee was waving her hands, looking excited and serious about everything she said. Augine suddenly saw his mother, the taller male rat once again, now robbing him of his usefullness! First she’d slammed him into the wall of the cage and fucked him raw, but now she was going to steal his place too!? Augine felt his stomach sinking.

“And, of course, she’d have to cook a nice roast chicken here too!” she chuckled, poking a finger into the squishy expanse of his chest before she spotted a feather that stuck out just slightly and she yanked it out from his chest.

“W-what? Really!? No! No way! Nope! She wouldn’t!” Augine blurted, starting to feel his mind rushing through the fight or flight options he had, but he couldn’t fly and Kimberlee was, as usual, looming over him. Plus, with her magic, she could do any number of things to him.

“How do you like that idea? I don’t think Mom would have any idea it’s you that she’s plucking-” Kimberlee tugged on a few more feathers, here and there. Each one made Augine flinch, wincing when he felt the root suddenly yank back from the layer of skin hidden beneath the downy white.

“Of course, I have to ensure the freshest food, so you’d stay plenty alive through that WHOLE process. I can just imagine it!” she laughed. “Mom holding you by the neck with one hand, plucking with the other while you’re just squawking and making trouble! Haha!” Augine grimaced, able to see the same image Kimberlee did, except he felt the sharp tug of each and every feather coming out and watched as he painstakingly moved closer and closer to death, each feather just one less obstacle between him and the oven! The whole time he’d have to look up, knowing it was his own mother who was doing this. His own mother choosing herself over him, choosing Kimberlee over him.

Mom was an expert at cooking. He’d seen her prepare a chicken only one other time in his entire life... but he couldn’t remembered it now, summoned up by this situation...

She strode into the kitchen, wearing her serious apron. It cinched tight on her waist, accentuating the way her breasts heaved forward. The apron wasn’t frilly or cutsy, not a hosting apron. No, this one was a plain black like the type used in professional kitchen. She’d slung a rag out of her back pocket on her jeans, ready to cleaning off her hands. Her hair had been tied up into a tight bun that only added to her fierce expression. She strode into the kitchen with confidence, looking to wear Augine had been left, legs tied helplessly on the table as Kimberlee headed off to change Monica back.

“First step to preparing a live chicken-” she spoke to herself, her habit whenever she cooked a recipe, especially if she was going off of memory or mostly improving the recipe as she went, “-is to catch the chicken!” She bent across the table, swooping him up by the legs, she left the tied so he could only sway and thrash his fat body; but he was so heavy he had very little he could do to life himself.

“Don’t worry, fatso! You’re going to become a beautiful roast!” she whispered into his ear, beaming as she set ahead, carrying him with so he could watch as she heaved down their biggest pot and began to fill it with water on the stove. Augine’s eyes washed over the sides of the big, metallic pot, unsure what it was for and scared.

“First, we have to get that water nice and hot so that it will relax the feather follicles We want it to be a quick sear! This is how we prepare the feathers to come off more easily! Don’t want to be tugging on you all day long, Kimberlee would get impatient! I’d hate to anger the girl.” She started to hum, idly as though it wasn’t any stress to her that she was preparing the water to soak her son alive. She was just cooing and dancing around as she prepared her cooking station, setting out a big bowl to collect feather, coating it in a protective layer of sheetings so the counter wouldn’t get as messy.

Once that water began to steam, she hefted Augine up over the lip. She held onto his feet, holding him so he hovered above the, gurgling mouth of the pot where the water slowly trickled into steaming. His eyes went wider and wider, starting to contemplate praying to a higher power when she suddenly paused, taking him back down.

“Oh! I almost forgot! Can’t forget the dish soap!” She leapt to the sink, plucking up the bottle and adding a heavy stream of the blue soap into the water. “The water being agitated and the soap are what loosen up the feather follicle for easiest feather removal!”

“Oh.. my ... god. I’m going to die. This is it. This is where I go. I can’t handle being dunked alive in a pot of dish soap water! I can’t do this. No...” Augine was freaking out, panicking. He could feel his breath hitching in his throat, not quite escaping fully from his throat or re-filling his lungs enough each time he breathed.

“There there! Now just to get my water ready-” She bent beneath the counter, plucking up a large pail which she began to fill from the sink while she dumped ice from the fridge’s freezer container. “After a hot dunk to loosen the feather follicles, an ice bath is used to then help stiffen the skin again to prevent tearing- tearing the skin makes it much harder to have a perfect bird after all! Juices could escape, plus it simply doesn’t look as nice!”

The ice sloshed around into the bucket, plunking onto the surface of water one by one and slowly cooling it to a biting, freezing cold. Augine watched each one, feeling the chills starting to pucker up on his skin just looking at that chilling pot of water. Monica started to hum again, “Hmm... Mmmm... Dun dun dun...” She started to spin slowly around as she checked everything over once again before she plucked Augine up tightly by the ankles. He felt her soft skin, bare and supple around the rubbery, gnarled flesh of his skinny legs. She hefted him upwards, pulling him up above the lip of the large, squatted pot. He saw the surface of the hot water, brothing and rolling around as Monica stirred the soap through the kettle.

Already, hovering above the steaming pot, Augine could feel the heat smacking into his face. The damp practically bit at his flesh already as he began to inch closer and closer. The surface of the water reached upwards, the bubbles foaming up higher towards him.

“In ya go! Nice hot bath for the chicky-chicken!” She giggled softly before she dropped him right into the depths of the heat. She thrust him downwards, surrounding him in the rippling, foamy water. The heat was indescribable. It just rippled down his entire frame, coursing through the layers of feathers and searing right down to the flesh. Augine’s eyes popped open, staring at the black insides of the pot with a sudden, exploding panic. He started to thrash. His wings fluttered out from his body, wiping through the hot water as he tried to fight it. Monica didn’t waver her grip though, just held him tighter and started to jostle his body up and down, swirling it slightly through the water.

“Agitating the chicken in the water helps loosen all those feathers!” Monica murmured, chuckling to herself. She started to hum again, happily cooing as she swung her hips side to side, shimmying a little in front of the stove top. Augine, listening through the barrier of the water, couldn’t believe how casually she held him in the pot of water.

The heat was unbearable! He was struggling to hold his breath, not wanting to suck in any of the hot water as it seared down his body, tasting the slight hue of soap within his beak. With a sudden gush, Monica yanked him backwards. His head lifted above the water, giving him a brief reprieve from the strain of holding his breath as he send his wings straight out, trying desperately to shake some of the heat off of him, let the skin breath. “Annnnnd back!” Monica chirped, thrusting him back down into the burning water.

“Ahhhh!” Augine gasped, flailing again, but it didn’t phase Monica. She was a trained and skilled cook, and dealing with the butchering and preparation of animals was simply a part of it for her. She just kept humming, singing a little gibberish diddy to herself as Augine panicked inside the darkness of the pot. “Mom! Mom! Momma! Please!”

“Annnd up!” She yanked him back up, sending a spray of hot water falling off of him before she carried him over, still by the ankles, and plunked him into the ice bath. Instantly his entire body that had been raised to such a hot temperature in the steaming water plummeted back to an icy cold. It hit his body like an explosion, sending the rippling, searing sensation of cold shooting across his flesh.

His jaw started to shiver with a frozen chittering. The ice seemed to bite right through his entire form, sending chills down to his bones. “O-oh...” He whimpered internally, slowly losing his will to even fight his mother at this point. She didn’t seem to notice it was him instead she was lost in the lull of cooking.

“Brr! Right?” She chuckled, raising him back out. “I bet that felt good after that hot, hot pot!” She murmured down to him, bringing him to the final stage where she plopped him onto her work surface. Her hand moved up to his scrawny throat, gripping it steady; but without squeezing too hard.

“M-mom!” Augine could now look out over the kitchen again. He could see his mother’s familiar face. Her breasts strained into the upper portion of the apron, threatening to pop right out. A single wisp of hair fell down onto her forehead. She was blushing from the heat of the stove top, but otherwise looking calmed and content as she prepared the bird. She pressed him onto the cutting board, starting mid-way up his neck as she began to pluck all the largest feathers out first.

One after another she found the follicle, pressing her nail right against the bed and giving a sharp tug! Each and every time, Augine would twitch, wincing as the feather yanked out. His skin was tender, freezing and sore from the heat and ice flashing across his body. He still shivered on the cold counter top as she worked.

“You’re going to be a yummy, yummy chicken!” His mother assured, idly talking to the chicken as she worked down the length of his throat, plucking away the coating of feathers at a steady, unwavering pace. “It’s an easy process, too. Once you learn it. My great-grandmother taught me the best way to prepare a roasted chicken...” She was just idly reviewing, keeping the recipe fresh in her mind, but to Augine it sounded utterly different:

“The proper method of disposing of the lesser child has been passed down by generations between the witches in our families. It’s intimidating at first, but after your first kill, you learn to steel yourself against the emotional shock-” He listened with horror, twitching and squeaking softly with each and every feather forcibly yanked from the buried root in his flesh.

“First, you spatchcock the chicken- it’s also called butterflying- it’s where you cut all down the back-” She drew her fingertip, nailing mimicking a blade down the line where the knife went. “It’s a bit tricky because you have to usually use shears to cut right beside the backbone all the way down... “ Augine shuddered, chills bursting out from where her finger tip had drawn the threatening shape down his back of how the blade would slice him apart.

“Though... I think for Kimberlee and how she likes to present things, maybe tonight I’ll truss the chicken! It yields a nice, classic compacted chicken look on the platter. It’s much easier, just tie the chicken legs up together-” Again, she mimed this one him with her plucking hand, just for a moment before it went right back into the steady one after another plucks of his feathers out from the entire expanse of his chest and up onto one side by now.

“I’ll make a nice stuffing to go inside! Fill you all up! You’re such a fat chicken, I’m sure they’ll be some space in there that isn’t all just good, hearty meat!” She slapped her hand onto the center of his chest, sending a sudden blast of rippling pain shooting out across the skin.

Augine’s eyes hung open wide. He was shocked. He was frozen down to the bone. His flesh felt fried, yet seared from the cold after he’d been burnt. His mother showed no concern for him, no empathy as she prepared him for death. And now, she was describing how he’d be stuffed after his death- with her lovely, manicured hand jamming soft, gooey filling up his opened cavity.

“Mmm... there’s so many good things to do when preparing a chicken once it’s been trussed up and prepared!” she gave an actual shiver of delight, excited to rely on her long practiced culinary chops! She began to round around the final curve of his body’s side, nearing the end of her plucking. By now, Augine had almost been able to block the sharp yank of each feather coming out till he only twitched faintly as they came out, one after one; but his mind was still racing with panic. He was running out of time, and he couldn’t do or say anything to memorialize it.

“Okay! Let’s get those final bits!” She plucked up a pinning knife to finish cutting and shaving off the final feathers and bumps from Augine’s now naked body. He felt even more exposed than ever, stripped of all the protection he had.

“Time to prepare your flavor!” She gave his meaty thigh a sudden spank sending a loud blurting ring through the air. “I’m going to do a dry brine first, then I might add a bit of a wet brine after wards. She started bustling through the kitchen. Augine lay discarded, striped of his feathers, and cold on the cutting board while she started to fill tiny measuring bowls with a mound of salt, a dish of pepper, a pile of freshly grated garlic, lemon peel and orange peel swirled together, then an array of small, tiny bowls with a massive list of other spices for developing the complex, multidimensional flavor Monica’s roasted chicken was renowned for. As she spoke, she rambled it all off to Augine who was her captive audience even though she described his own demise.

“Salt is the starting base because salt is flavoring for everything. That’s what I’ll rub you with first, just because there’s so much of it that I think it needs it’s own massage. Salt will help flavor and crisp up the outer flesh-” Augine shuttered, seeing in his mind that baked, crisped golden flesh.

Then, garlic and citrus notes to add those distinct notes of flavor. I love a good fresh garlic rub, it really bites into the skin and distributes a good glue for everything else too!” She started to drizzle salt over his naked body, pressing her hands down into his thighs.

His mother’s hands started with the salt on his thighs, they were the perfect shape to squeeze the hands around, inviting touch as she began massaging and kneading the salt roughly into his flesh. She pushed it with her palms and fingers into every crevice. He could feel it rough on his skin, texturing his otherwise smooth, slimy exterior.

Then, in a swirl, she added all the other spices and herbs to his back and began working them down along the curves of his breasts. She groped up beneath both sides of the breasts and started kneading them into him. “Hehe! Such a nice, fat pair! I can’t wait to steal a taste from one of these juicy puppies!” She lifted him up, jostling the meaty portion around, chuckling to herself. Augine tried to thrash away, but she kept shoving him into the table and smearing more spices onto him to keep him still. Augine pushed all his energy into trying to move. He threw all his weight on one side and then the other, shaking on the cutting board, but Monica’s strong grip kept him locked and steady.

“Oh!” Monica gave a gasp, spotting a single, tiny feather that was still trying to grow, mostly embedded down into the flesh still. “Can’t miss that!” She grabbed a pair of small tweezers as she lined it up with the base follicle of the feather and gripped tightly.

Augine’s eyes went wider, watching as she prepared every muscle in her arm with a prepatory tension before she yanked backwards, pulling out the entire feather in a smooth- yet explosively painful- motion! “Oooh! Fuck!” He gasped, watching his mother’s face as she just chuckled. “That’s better, huh?”

“What? No!” Augine scowled, but Monica just moved on with her massaging rub of the spices into his flesh, filling in the feather’s hole with more spicing.

She worked her fingers against all the ridges of his wings, one after the other. So much care went into seasoning the flesh, ensuring it was entirely flavored across every square inch and then even the underside of each thigh and wing.

Her fingers spread him open for the correct angle, one hand pulling on one wing or thigh while the other hand pushed up against the underside where all the small creases of flesh hit from view. She pushed and kneaded at him him till he though the skin might tear beneath all the attention, then she was sure the seasoning had been pressed in and she moved onto the next spot.

Then, slowly coming to a finish with the dry rub, Monica pulled back, she sprinkled and mashed some garlic cloves down his back, leaving him feeling sticky all down the center of his spine. “Now... that’s wonderful!” Monica clapped her hands together. “Now you’ll sit there while I prepare the rest of what we needs and we’ll let that settle into the skin for a nice long while!” She leaned down, miming giving his nose a kiss before she skirted away. First, she moved to the stove top. She prepared a pot of boiling water, quickly throwing together the ingredients for her famous, soft bread stuffing. While it began to cook on the stove top, she skittered into the fridge and pantry. First, she started preparing a compound, flavored butter. “Adding butter to the skin adds some nice fat content- not that you’re not plenty fat haha! And it will help it crisp!” She explained, gathering up a dish of olive oil and lemon next, mixing it garlic and dried herbs to that. “Then, we’ll use a flavored oil in the midst of baking to add a last burst of fats and crisping to the flesh....” She was humming to herself, running through the list of things she needed to prepare while Augine sat, watching as she prepared it all to roast him and he felt the salts and herbs soaking into his skin.

“Now, all I need to do is prepare the aromatics for the stomach...” She dug through the fridge, tossing out a hunk of onion, a pile of garlic cloves, the half used lemon, and a pile of fresh herbs. “This will go into your gut while you cook and then the flavors all permeate the rest of the chicken while the heat is swirling around. Have to prepare it though in a nice bundle so we don’t eat it on accident!” She giggled, setting to work preparing her flavor ball. She used the lemon as a base, stuffing it with lard and butter that had also been flavored before she stuffed herbs and the lemon into the butter glue and tie it with some baking string.

“Now... you’re going to have to open wide for me...” She gave him a pout, like she was apologizing to him before she moved over with the massive lump. She grabbed onto his throat, using two fingers to spread his mouth open wide before she set the underside of the lemon against him and began to push. Augine’s eyes went massive at the sight of the giant thing. “That won’t fit in my throat!”

“Don’t worry!” Monica said with a laugh. “You’d be surprised how much a throat can take, trust me! I’d know!” She let out a tittering laugh, much to Augine’s horror. “Mommy!? What does that mean!?” He wanted to cry, horrified now at just another thing on top of the entire pile. She wrenched his mouth open wide, forcing him to yawn it open so she could shove that giant lump between his beak. He felt some of the butter inside start to shift, smearing over the inside of his mouth with a slimy sensation while the sheer power of all these combined flavors almost had his eyes watering.

Once she got it into his mouth, her hand moved down to begin massaging his throat. Forcefully, she began to work it down the length of his entire throat. She gripped at the top of his throat just began to work her fingers up and down, ever so slowly working the lump down by force while Augine tried to spit it back out.

“Don’t season me! I’m not gonna be food! No! That’s not going to fit! Just stop!” He tried crying, fueling his own will to thrash and kick if nothing else. He tried forcefully to spit that lump back upwards, but her tight hand wouldn’t allow it. She kept him locked in her grasp and just kept working it down until he felt it right at the base of his throat- forcing him to swallow unless he wanted to gag against the blockage of her hand.

“G-uhguh--Gulp!” With a hard swallow, Augine was able to get the packet down. He could feel smears of butter and remnants of the leafy herbs sticking to the inside of his throat, giving him a constant gagging sensation; but Monica was already moving right along. “Good! Now we’ve got to add some stuffing to top that off!” She gleefully clapped her hands, taking the stuffing off the stove and starting to fill a large piping bag. Spoonful by spoonful, Augine watched the bag get fuller and fuller his eyes constantly growing to match his shock to the amount she filled into the bag.

“This will allllll fit right into your belly! And the rectum, of course! Kimberlee assured me she wants the freshest possible and a tail to nose mentality of preparation, which means- of course- using every edible piece of the entire animal! That, for you, is everything really! So we’ll just squish all this right inside all your available orfices!” She giggled, rolling her eyes a bit as she added another loud clop of stuffing to her overflowing piping bag.

“Now, behave!” She scolded the chicken, grabbing Augine’s mouth once again and spreading it open wide so he couldn’t resist as she bit the bit of the stuffing bag inside of his teeth. Then, with steady pressure, she began to force the stuffing into him. He could feel the slimey texture of it begin seeping into his mouth and rolling over his tongue. He gagged on it, trying to force her to stop; but Monica didn’t hesitate she just slammed the bit deeper so that it rested right on the opening of his throat and forcing him to gulp it down as stream after stream of the thick gunk pumped into his stomach.

The going was slow, with the mixture being so thick; but within ten minutes Augine felt like he’d reached the verge bursting. His stomach bloated forward massively, creating more of a balloon shape than a chicken as she held his jaw constantly open till it now ached tiredly.

“Hmm...” Monica crooned out a soft sigh, reaching down to pat at his stomach. “Oh no no no! Lots more space in here!” She squashed her hand against his stomach, starting to massage at the squishy surface and push the stuffing that filled his gut down. She pushed until the skin actually began to look more pale and thinned, stretching it out as though Augine was pregnant with the stuffing inside of him. While her hand worked, forcibly compacting all the stuffing inside of him till he ballooned out on the cutting board, her other just kept pumping in more and more of the thick, pungent herb-y stuffing.

Finally, when Augine’s struggling had entirely died down because he no longer could reach the cutting board to even kick off from it, Monica stopped stuffing him. Augine felt like sighing out his relief, but he of course, didn’t feel he could let anything go let he simply explode.

“Good! Now the bum!” Augine’s eyes popped open! “What? No! I don’t have anymore space! I’m full!” He cried out, but his mother moved to the backside, she fixed the bit, ensuring it was sturdy before she lined it up to his tail end. Then, with an efficient and hard jerk she slammed it forward past the clutchable ring and began to pump the stuffing forward yet again.

Thick waves of the goo pumped into him, straining to make any more room inside of him that hadn’t already been filled with his stomach stretching to it’s maximum capacity. Augine groaned out a soft sigh, straining to contain everything she tried to put inside of him. He could feel the insides of his ass actually pushing up to the walls of his stomach as though all the available space had been used up, but Monica didn’t stop! She kept pumping and pumping and pumping until -

“Bleh!” Augine felt his lips pop open with a soft audible burp. “Ah ha! There’s the signal that the tank is all full!” She chirped, yanking the bit back out as forcefully as she had shoved it in, this time giving him the sensation that he’d just torn open. Augine was panting, whimpering to himself. He felt like he’d been utterly destoryed. His hole ached from the shoving and yanking of the pumping bit and then the entire cavity of his body had been stretched to its maximum. His skin was stretched, thinned out and pushed to its max. He felt like a balloon blown up to the final verge of utterly exploding in its users face. He was scared to even swallow lest that bit of air send him into pieces across the room.

Of course, Monica had to give her final checks on his body’s fullness. She set down the stuffing tube, allowing her both hands free before she hunched over the counter. She started her hands just beneath his chin, moving back to his juicy breasts again. She giggled once, starting to kneading them beanth her fingers. “These are quite nice cans honestly- you’d have been a seductive little chicky given the right cock!” Then, her hands melted down the swelled shape of his belly. She groped and pushed at his gut, trying to see if there was any give at all that’d tell her there was more space to fill in, but his stomach stayed locked out tight- utterly packed. Lastly, she went downwards to check his lowest cavity. She groped along his butt, pushing her hands up to his rounded body and squshing him down onto the table, testing for any more space at all; but she found nothing budged at all.

“Filled to the brim!” She checked it off verbally before she plucked up a spiral of trussing string. She grabbed onto his legs, twisting them into position forcefully. “No! Please! Mommy!” Augine squawked, trying to move but nothing except his wings could get any motion in without using the table as an anchor, especially when she held his legs locked together as she began to truss him up tightly, compacting his wings and legs back against his body.

“Oof! Need this nice... and ... tight.” She grunted, pulling back on the string hard as she tried to seal it in a tight enough knot to hold everything exactly so. “Kimberlee expects a picture perfect chicken roasted tonight on her table, so I can’t leave any looseness to sneak in!” She gave a last hard tug, yanking Augine’s part into locked, tied positions. All he could move then were his eyes, straining to see as Monica grabbed down the baking tray, a massive dish for a heavy turkey or chicken. Then, she plucked him up by the sides, giving himn a comic shake as though he was dancing. “Do do do! Dancing Chicky Dance Dance Dance!” She hummed, chuckling before she laid him down. Then, carefully, she began adding the final smears of butter over him with a brush and then sparkling herbs over his skin.

“Last, but not least, a glaze to keep you nice and crispy and all that moisture locked in at the same time!” She bent down, holding a bowl of a think, syrupy liquid that she began to brush over his buttered and herb rubbed flesh. His entire body was oily, rough with the brine spices and seasoned to the point that all he could smell were the aromatics wafting from his own throat and the herbs all over his chest. Augine felt his body slick with the prepartory fats, adding an icky, oozing sensation as the herat from the oven began to wash out as she prepared the racks to the adjusted heights.

“You’re just about done!” Monica cheered, giving his ass a sturdy pat before she started to drizzle the finishing glaze over his entire body. He felt it’s sticky finishing wash oozing down his sides. It dripped down over his eyes, smearing and dribbling into his mouth; though it focused down the center of his back where much of the meat would come from.

“Mmm.. You smell yummy already and you’re not even cooked!” Monica giggled, clapping her hands before she checked everything once more. “You’ve been plucked- don’t think I could miss that step! I stuffed you as full as can be! I gave you a nice herby rub down so you’ll taste good, the aromatics are in, the fats have been applied, and the glaze is on now... I don’t think there’s a single step more!”

“Oh! No! There is!” She gasped, rushing back into the fridge where she set down a bowl of bread crumb coating. “I have to give you that final coating, since Kimberlee requested!” She carried the bowl over before gingerly grabbing onto Augine’s sides. The glaze oozed down over his skin, leaking over the contours of his wings and thighs before she plopped him into the bowl upside down. She began to rock him around in the coating, forcing the rough texture up against his smooth skin to stick into the glaze and butters all soaked into his flesh.

Then, her hands began to help, scooping and pressing the breading into his skin along his thigh and beneath his belly as she slowly began to roll him through the bowl. Augine wanted to try to escape! “This is my last chance!” But, when he strained his muscles to move, he was totally tied up! Monica had already trussed him up exceptionally tight. His eyes flared, feverishly looking around. “There’s nothing I can do is there?! Nothing!?”

“Mmm... that should be plenty of coating!” Monica gave a hum, flipping him around in a spinning motion as she checked for bare spots before he plopped back into the large baking pan. “Good thing I didn’t forget that! Now you’re not so naked!” She winked at him, chuckling to herself before she hefted up the heavy pan with Augine nestled inside.

“In you go!” She smiled, waving as she set him into the flaring head of the oven, then slowly the oven door began to sink closed; surrounding him in darkness except for the red hot glow of the oven that got hotter and hotter with each passing second.

******

“And... I’d love to see if it’s true that when you chop a chicken’s head off it still runs around!” Augine blinked, suddenly hearing Kimberlee’s voice again. “Gosh!” He thought with a sneer. “I must have ended up in hell! No wait, I’m still alike! Huck huck!” He mimed a sick, wet laughter, but even fake amusement faded quickly as she continued.

“I bet that’d make a fun YouTube video! Maybe I could trend!” She giggled while Augine just gaped at her with horror. He couldn’t tell what part of this was a joke, the crossing of her moral line. He didn’t know if she wasn’t entirely truthful here!

“Even if she did know it was you... she wasn’t able to control herself back in the cage...” she snickered, winking down at her chicken brother. He winced at the memory, his vent, sore from egg laying, was oddly similar to his stretched cunt in the way they both gave a sad, tender clench. “So who’s to say she’d control herself now from using you to better her own spot in life!” Augine felt a sudden shadow casting over everything. His sister was right, their mother had changed in that cage. Who’s to say she wouldn’t be changed back as a human too, suddenly more selfish, willing to take for what she wanted.

Kimberlee gave a little giggle, “What do you think? Good idea?”

Augine started to ruffle his feathers. Madly, he shook his body around on the counter. “Are you nuts? Seriously? What? No! No! Don’t do that! No!” His beak was clacking, letting out squawks of terror.

“Okay! Okay!” Kimberlee laughed, waving her hands. “Because I am such a kind, kind sister. I suppose I’ll give you another chance, but I do expect you to learn quickly and start putting in more effort! I need to see the same expertise as mom, but also the same cheerful attitude!”

She fixed her stare at him, grinning. “Now, would you like the privilege of cooking those eggs for me?” Augine, bitterly, reeling with fright and anger had to bob his head that he wanted the privilege. With a snap, Kimberlee set him changing back into his human form- with the addition of his mother’s frilly pink apron that said: “Proud Housewife!” across the chest.

“Chop chop! I’d hate to lose freshness!” Kimberlee barked, laughing as Augine scrambled to get a pan down and start making eggs. As they fell into the pan, he prayed he got the recipe right and didn’t have to start all over again.

Kimberlee, as he cooked, hovered behind him watching and pinching at his ass. She tickled the back of his neck with the bundle of plucked feathers. “You should just be happy I wasn’t in the mood for fried chicken instead!”

Augine wanted to glare, his eyes narrowed down at the pan, but he didn’t dare show any sign of distaste, not after the threats she administered. So instead, he actually had to force the corners of his frown upwards into a cheery smile and laugh, laugh with Kimberlee as she joked about eating him for breakfast!

Click! With a final chomp, Augine finished his sister’s toe that he’d been working on. The same bleeps and boops game from the video game screen as before as Kimberlee jostled her joystick madly around. He looked up, eyes narrowing into hard points as a way of telling Kimberlee he was finished trimming her toenails. She waited, smiling as she watched him chew down the clippings before she gave a snap to change him back!

“Ah! He’s so useful this way! His rat form is just better for bonding! No sassy comments! No ruffling my hair! No little kid shit, because I’m the big one! Plus, he’s just cute all furry!” Just as soon as he’d changed, she tossed the second player joystick at him, nearly clipping him in the face- but she didn’t notice that.

Instead, her eyes washed over his body. He was starting to develop better. All the work around the house, plus the subtle changes from her magic had given him a more toned physique, toned his hair into a shinier hue, begun giving him the faintest kiss of a sunshiny tan across all his skin. She licked her lips, giving an appreciative coo before she looked down at herself.

She curled her toes inside the leather boots- the same ones she taken to the park. She’d been breaking them in, wearing them constantly. The heel was a bit rough to walk in. “But it’s totally worth it! My feet are strong, plus I’m getting much better with them! But, perhaps, the best part is that they’ll make a cozy, little home in the future for a special, particular rodent...” Her eyes wandered back over her brother with a grin.

She flipped her controller over in her hand before nodding to the screen. “Hey, are you any good at this game?” She flickered the button, idly toying with the controls as Augine glanced at the screen, shrugging before he muttered beneath his breath: “Cyka Blyat.”

Kimberlee just grinned. “Let’s make a wager then...”