Bondage Story: Werelita Becoming

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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Commissioned as a followup to Rayoelgatubelo 's story Halloween (W)Horror, found here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/922019 This story depicts the aftermath of that story.

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[b][u][center]Werelita Becoming

for Reyoelgatubelo

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Joy whimpered as she continued to struggle against the strange, impossible bonds that held her legs up in the air, keeping her tied together as her daughter pulled back from her pussy. She knew she looked like a whore, with her legs pulled back and her ankles over her head; the way that her daughter and that damned friend of hers, Verticordia, looked at her only reinforced that.

Despite her shame, it was the growing pain that had her attention. Forced to orgasm on her own daughter’s tongue, the shameful pleasure had been interrupted by a harsh bite down there, and Joy still writhed in discomfort. She swore she was bleeding; after all, what else could be pouring from down there?

She was no longer shocked that her daughter and her friend weren’t even human. Maybe it was down to what else had happened since the pair of them had arrived. Or maybe...maybe it was because some part of her knew what was happening?

As the two bitches talked to each other, Joy looked down between her legs. Her pubic hair, formerly short and light, was rapidly darkening. It was thicker than she had ever seen it, even before she’d started shaving, and it was spreading out. The hairs on her legs were getting more noticeable as well, with some of it dark, and some of it light. She didn’t understand, but she knew that things were changing.

Suddenly, she was lifted from her chair, and carried out of the room. Joy squirmed at the strange, mystical grip that Verticordia seemed to have on her, and bit her lip as her daughter’s fuzzy fingers flicked over her sex again.

“I hope you enjoyed that oral, mother, because that’s the last pleasure you’ll get without earning it from where on out.”

“You...you bitch! You can’t do this! This is impossible, you can’t just -”

“I have, and I will. And with a little help from Verticordia -”

“A lot of help, Mary. Remember, I’m the one doing this.”

“Yes, yes, Verti, I know.”

They shared a kiss as they walked - they walked, she floated - through the hallways, and Joy gagged at the sight of her daughter behaving like this. Degenerates, the both of them, and perverts of the highest order.

[i]And they want me to be one of them…[/i]

She shuddered at the thought. It was impossible, though...right? They couldn’t turn her into one of those things. She must just be imagining the thicker hair that was spreading over her, down her legs, up her stomach...or the way that her breasts looked a bit smaller...or that she was a bit shorter...It was all in her head, surely. That was the only possible explanation. It was all in her head.

They reached the bedroom, and Joy landed on the mattress hard. Her arms went flying over her head, and invisible ropes wrapped around her wrists, keeping her pinned down. She swore that something else wrapped around her legs, holding her by the ankles with her legs spread and up in the air, but there was nothing there. It had to be more...magic.

Magic. It couldn’t exist, yet there was no other explanation.

Joy bit her lip - and felt a sharper tip to her teeth than she remembered - as her legs were forced up and apart, lifting her body up into the air. She looked like one of those girls in those horrible magazines she saw in the back of gas stations, as if she’d been tied up and left waiting to be used. The fact that she was still oozing between her legs didn’t help matters.

Verticordia and Mary both looked down at her, and as their toothy grins grew bigger, Joy shuddered.

“You know…mother…”

The hissing disgust in her daughter’s voice was matched only by the shudders of shame going through her body as Mary stepped onto the bed. Her daughter straddled her, and Joy gasped as she felt yet another incestuous touch. A pussy against hers, one that she wouldn’t have wanted even if she had been a lesbian.

Mary leaned over her, balancing against Joy with one hand on her ankle. Joy groaned, looking away as her daughter started grinding back and forth, making her feel hotter, wetter down there than she really wanted to think about. Her daughter chuckled.

“You know…You will make a very good little slut for us.”

“I won’t – AH!”

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt a claw, and then a hand punch against her other hole. Her shrieks got louder and louder as that hand dug in deeper and deeper, feeling like it was ripping her open as it pushed into her ass. Joy screamed to the heavens, even as she heard the bed ripping beneath her as her daughter’s toe claws ripped through the sheets as she ground harder, faster.

It took all of her willpower to open her eyes, looking up at the beast that had been the fruit of her body grinding against her. The horrible cat was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes clenched tightly shut as she ground back and forth. Her breasts swayed with each thrust of her hips, and Joy grunted as she was used as nothing more than a toy, nothing more than a piece of flesh for her daughter to get some relief from.

More than that, she could just see a hand disappearing into her ass, a hand that was thicker than she wanted to think about. It felt like it was making her ass rip, tear, and break apart as it went deeper and deeper, eclipsing what pleasure - and she couldn’t believe she was even thinking about that - that her daughter was giving her.

Mary looked down at her, and grinned that horrible grin.

“Feel that, mother? You’re going to be feeling that every night. You’re going to be mine. Mine and Verti’s little slut.”

Joy couldn’t even summon the words to fight her anymore. It was more than just the pain and the humiliation that drew tears to her eyes. It was more than feeling like that arm in her ass was punching straight up to her lungs.

It was that she was changing, and not in a good way.

She could no longer deny the growing hair that was spreading up her belly, running towards her chest in patterns of black and white. Her legs were pulled up high enough for her to see that her toes were bulging out, covered in fur and with claws growing in. She could even feel something pressing out from the base of her spine, getting bigger, longer with each passing second. That was all reluctantly expected, ever since she’d seen the hairs thickening after the bite.

What wasn’t, and what horrified her, was that she was shrinking as well. Her body was already smaller; she could tell by the fact that Mary was squatting more than she had been just a few minutes ago, bent forward rather than straddling her more directly. And that hand was feeling bigger and bigger as the seconds went by.

When she felt her teeth sharpening, there was no more denying it. She was losing her humanity, and as she shrank yet further, her breasts tightening over her chest and slowly drawing inwards, she had to admit it. She was no longer a woman, no longer human. She was nothing more than a kitten.

She screamed as Verticordia’s wrist popped out of her ass, and then rammed back in. She swore that there was some level of blood flowing with that, running down her back over her new fur, but she couldn’t be sure. Her hole burned, and as she cried, she felt something else, hot, and thin, running down her chest.

[i]No, no...I can’t -[/i]

“Heh, look at you, mother. I don’t think any grown woman would piss herself from this, do you, Verti?”

“Not a chance in hell, hon. She’s definitely not in charge of anything, if she can’t even control that.”

Joy’s humiliation - already at critical levels - threatened to break her entirely as she realized that she’d lost control of her bladder. Her piss ran down over her stomach, flowing over her flat chest before pooling into the mattress. She could smell it with her new nose, already growing out from her face and prickling with the beginnings of whiskers. Bitter, with strong ammonia-like chemicals in it that made it impossible to ignore. She sobbed, finally breaking down as her daughter humped against her harder, faster.

By the time that Mary hit her climax, Joy had shrunk so much that only her head was left on the bed, her back and her torso pulled up in the air along with her hips. She didn’t know how much smaller she was, but she did know that the two felines utterly towered over her now, where previously they had been the same height as her.

Verticordia smiled down at her, but in the meanest way. Mean. Joy hadn’t thought of someone as mean since she was a teenager. Did that -

“Bitch.”

She snapped her attention back to the two felines, particularly as she was lifted into the air. Her face was left level with their crotches, and she had a horrible idea of what they were going to make her do.

Verticordia and Mary stood at either side of her, their claws running through Joy’s new fur. Compared to them, she could feel like nothing less than a kitten, a helpless little girl that had no chance of escape or help. She shuddered, feeling a little more urine escape as she whimpered fearfully, shamefully.

They both laughed, and Verticordia pulled her over. She gasped as her face was shoved right into the witch-cat’s crotch, her lips covered with a pair of pussy lips that were utterly soaked. Her mouth was flooded with the horrible taste of a cat in heat, and the hint of something saltier, something worse.

That something worse was more horrible than she could imagine. It was like someone had taken her fearful urination and had pumped it through a firehose. Her mouth was stuffed full of cat pee in little more than a second, and it spilled out of her mouth, falling over her face and blinding her as the horrible stuff got in her eyes.

Then it started splattering against the back of her head. Mary, she realized, must have been doing the same thing. She shuddered, trying to squirm, but the magical bonds still held her tight. Not to mention the clawed fingers digging into her scalp and keeping her pinned to the pissed-off cat in front of her. She felt like she was drowning, and she couldn’t help coughing and sputtering in a vain attempt to clear her throat of the vile liquid.

“Get used to it, cunt,” Mary said. “This is your place from now on.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]