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Jay wasn't really sure why he was attending this party: he had gotten the invitation nearly two weeks ago in his mailbox, and figured what the hell--a little fun before returning to his average life wouldn't be such a bad thing. It was rather chilly for an early fall evening, so he had made sure to wear a blue hoodie, along with beige khakis and brown loafers. Adjusting his glasses, and making sure his messy brown hair was at least somewhat tidy-looking he made sure he was at the right address listed on the card.

He was standing in front of a fancy house; it wasn't a mansion exactly, but it was also pretty nice for the neighborhood. In fact, Jay swore he had never seen this house before at all despite living in this town for years--although he could've simply passed by without giving it a thought considering that he had no reason to visit beforehand. A feeling of discomfort and nervousness overcame him: was he underdressed for the occasion, what if the invite had been a mistake and everybody stared at him when he entered, uninvited?

“Hey there, are you coming inside or what?"

A slender woman, wearing a plastic dragon mask and smoking a fancy cigarette, and leaning against the entrance gate, got Jay's attention. He blushed as he tried to look casual, although pangs of self-consciousness shot through his body.

“Oh um…I wasn't sure…I mean, I-I don't think I'm at the right party if uh…I didn't bring uh…"

The woman noticed the paper invitation stuffed in Jay's right hand, “That looks authentic to me--you must be Jay."

A warm blush of confused modesty washed over the young man, “How did you know my name?"

Even with the dragon mask on, Jay could sense the warm, yet mischievous smile on the woman's face. She took a long drag of the cigarette; the way she let the smoke rise from her mouth looked like she was breathing it.

“I invited everyone in the neighborhood--I'm Vera, the newest member of the housing committee, I just moved in recently so this party is so I can really get to know what kinds of people live here."

Vera was quite something special even with the plastic dragon's mask she was wearing he could make out most of her facial features. She had long flowing blonde hair, a slim stylish figure accompanied by a sleek black dress, rose colored eyes and crimson lipstick that made her lips pop. Jay could feel that young sense of boyhood crush forming when he looked her over, but shook his head. Vera quickly dropped the cigarette and stomped on it; blowing an impressive smoke ring into the air.

“O-Oh! It's nice to meet you Vera," he said, shaking her by the hand, being careful not to damage her manicured nails, “I didn't…bring a costume or…"

She laughed, almost flirtatiously, “Don't be silly, this is a fun take on a “masked" ball, there are plastic masks inside--just relax and have some fun!"

Jay was starting to get cold from standing around, so he graciously followed Vera into the house. Inside was just as beautiful as the outside; the foyer had a sparkling diamond chandelier, the parlor had a lit fire and many modern art paintings and sculptures added to the decor. At the front door, a pile of animal masks were placed on a table. Jay picked one up--it was a brown and white cat mask, equipped with ears and whiskers. He took off his glasses, putting them in his hoodie pocket before placing the mask gingerly over his head and slipped it over his eyes. The string dug into the sides of his head, but otherwise it was a perfect fit.

Vera had followed him inside, giving him another smile, although Jay sensed it was a bit more knowing than the last one, “Well I'll be around, hope you have fun…"

She disappeared into the crowd, and Jay found himself standing in the foyer, wearing a cat mask. He didn't feel right, it was like he had walked into something beyond his capability of handling. But then someone offered him a flute of champagne, and he smelled hour de vours coming from the main area.

What the heck, he was already here, there was no harm in staying to enjoy the atmosphere and eat some fancy foods. There was tuna tartare, smoked salmon crackers, beef carpaccio, chicken sliders and something that resembled a shot glass of milk, but was really a jelly dessert. Having subsisted mostly on cheap ramen and take out, it was nice to indulge once in a while. Jay ate his fill, drinking his champagne, chatting with some of the other party guests; all of whom were wearing plastic animal masks.

However none of their conversations lasted more than a few minutes, as all Jay could muster up was smalltalk and vague pleasantries. He chatted up a girl in a rat mask, and one wearing a tiger mask, before both got bored and wandered off. Jay was starting to feel uncomfortable once again; he started looking around for Vera, but the woman in the dragon mask was nowhere to be seen.

It was odd--Vera had claimed that she had invited everyone in the neighborhood, but as Jay scanned the masked faces of the party guests, he didn't see anyone he recognized, none of his neighbors or his friends seemed to be in attendance. Jay nervously sipped down a few more shots of champagne: the alcohol was already starting to fuzz up his brain, and he swore the masks everyone was wearing seemed to meld into their wearer's faces. Through the drunken blurry haze, his vision perceived that everyone had all turned towards him, their plastic animal faces staring intently--as if they were judging him.

Jay's heart rate shot up, a cold sweat broke out on his face as an overwhelming sense of dizziness and nausea threatened to overwhelm him. He had to get out of this room and find somewhere private so he could collect his thoughts and snap himself out of it.

He found himself shoving party goers aside, holding his mouth as he bolted up the marble staircase in the entrance hall. All of the doors on the second floor were closed, and Jay went to each one, praying that one led to a bathroom. The third door on the left, sporting a very fancy crystal doorknob eventually turned and Jay slipped inside the darkened room. Fingering the wall, Jay eventually found the lightswitch and flicked it on. A bright, elegantly decorated bedroom suddenly filled his vision: a silk sheet laden mattress adorned with a gold canopy sat in the middle of it, a nightstand with roses in vases sat on either side, while a beautiful dresser, a makeup stand and mirror were set up adjacent to it. This must be Vera's bedroom, there was no other room it could've been.

Jay immediately turned red and made to leave: if Vera found him in her room he'd be thrown out for sure, and he wanted to at least say goodbye before leaving her party. At that moment, he caught the reflection of something shiny in the mirror. Sitting on Vera's dresser was a black collar, akin to a pet collar, adorned with a beautiful purple tag that featured a crescent moon. The collar exerted an alluring aura that drew Jay closer…he needed to hold it.

Unable to stop his hand, Jay reached out and took the collar off the dresser and held it in his hands. It felt good: too good to let go of. He was transfixed by the tag: the crescent moon shone in his eyes, almost hypnotizing him. Part of his brain was wondering what was going on, but with the alcohol inhibiting his rationale and the strange bewitching power of the collar, Jay unclipped it and put it around his neck.

Jay stared at himself in the mirror: he had forgotten he was still wearing the brown cat's mask--he could no longer feel the string wrapped around his temple. The collar hung from his neck, and he stared at it almost as if he were in a trance. It was so beautiful, it was mesmerizing, he wanted to wear it all the time--it made him feel good, he wanted to, no needed to wear it.

Distracted by his sudden overwhelming captivating sensation of his newly acquired collar, Jay was so busy staring at his own reflection in the mirror that he barely noticed the fur growing on the back of his arms. The string from the plastic mask melded away, as if it were part of his skin. The base of his spine tingled, unaware that there was a growing nub on the back where his tailbone ended.

At that moment, Jay's stomach gurgled. The mix of fancy appetizers, and his fast food lunch from earlier began to wreak havoc down there. The sudden pressure in his gut broke Jay out of his trance: what was he doing in this person's bedroom, wearing this mask, wearing this collar?!

Jay decided the best course of action would be to take this weird collar off, find Vera, thank her for the invite, and leave. The party was making him feel weird, and this whole experience left him longing for the safety of his own home. However his stomach gurgled again, much louder this time and he grunted. A strange tingling was also rushing through his body, and it was causing a flush of heat to rush down his entire form. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he gazed longingly at the collar which he now wore. The moon seemed to shimmer, as if begging Jay to keep it on.

First he would use the bathroom, then he'd take it off and return it to its rightful place.

Slipping out of Vera's bedroom and making sure nobody else was in the hallway, Jay quickly checked the rest of the doors on the second floor to see if any of them were bathrooms, holding his stomach as the pressure continued to mount. Most of them were locked, but eventually one opened up, revealing an ornate bathroom with pure scrubbed marble, a fancy toilet and an inground bathtub that looked more like a mini hot tub.

Jay quickly hurried to the bathroom and locked it, panting over the sink as the strange heat prickled down his body. He turned the cold tap and splashed the cold water on his face, letting it run down the cat mask that seemed more snuggly fit then when he had first put it on. He quickly shot back and looked at himself in the mirror: for a moment it looked as if his eyes had changed colors, but when he blinked the water out, they were the same brown as usual. His stomach rumbled again, urging him to get on with his business.

Struggling to get his pants down, Jay felt an odd bump brushing his tailbone as the belt of his khakis slipped down to his feet. He was crowning, and quickly sat down on the toilet and sighed. The fancy fish flavored food was not settling right, and Jay began huffing as he realized he was slightly constipated. He began to strain, holding his knees as he concentrated on getting the log out.

The collar jangled musically from Jay's neck as he began huffing, and the warm tingling sensation continued to seep through his body. His back was starting to itch, and he reached back there so he could try to scratch it--but both itchy spots were in between his shoulder blades, and he was unable to reach them. He tried to ignore the sensation and focus on the task at hand, the poop still stuck up his butt, when he looked down and gasped in shock. His arms, once pale and slightly hairy, were growing much hairier now. The black hair on his arms seemed to multiply: growing down all the way to his hands--stopping before white fur began to grow on the back of his palms as if he were wearing white furry gloves.

Jay stared at his right hand, watching in pure shock as his fingernails grew into sharper claws, and soon his left hand followed. He yelped as the shock caused the turd he was trying to pass to suck a bit inwards, but that was least of his concern. His legs were next: white fur sprouted from his upper thighs and began to grow down his legs, the sensation like a burning ember slowly crawling along a piece of paper. Once it reached his knees, brown fur began to creep down the rest of his legs in a striped pattern. Feeling his feet itching, he kicked off his shoes and socks to see his feet being encased by black fur and changed into cat's paws!

“Oh my god, I-I gotta get outta…unnfff!"

The moment he stood up, the pain in his gut shot up tenfold and he gasped as he got back onto the toilet seat. The log was so thick and dry that it was blocking his hole, and there was so much pressure back there that he wouldn't be able to move if he didn't pass it first. Jay let out a slightly feral sound as he tried to yank the mask off of his face, a way to somehow regain control of what was happening, but to his horror the mask was stuck! No longer feeling like cheap plastic, it was as if it had fused itself to his face, Jay desperately tried to pull, but instead of the mask, his new cat-like hands only yanked at fur, fur that was attached to his skin.

“What is happening to me?!"

A bit of gas was making its way out from around the stuck turd, and Jay began loudly farting into the bowl, the noisy sounds echoing through the room, almost loud enough to be heard downstairs. He immediately blushed, not just because of the embarrassment, but because those farts had been much louder than any he had ever passed in his life. A strange tingling in his ears revealed why: when he brought his new paws up to them, they had extended upwards and pointed. He couldn't see them, but when he went to flick them, they sprang back--it was no doubt they were cat ears. Jay farted loudly again, the sputtering pops dinged in his new cat ears, and suddenly he gagged as the smell hit him. He had never been disgusted by his own product before, but his nose felt wetter, flatter, and more sensitive. The fake whiskers on the mask had seemingly fused to the sides of his face, and he felt his new feline nose twitching at his odor. His stomach gurgled and the pressure ramped up, but Jay was too distracted now by his transformation to focus on pooping right now.

The collar around his neck jangled as he tried to keep grasp of the situation. Jay's chest began to feel itchy, and the warmth was getting so strong that Jay had to pull his hoodie and undershirt off, leaving his much more cat-like body fully naked on the toilet now. His belly sprouted cream colored fur, prickling as it spread up his torso and up his neck to meet the fur on his face. He felt more fur, brown and striped, covering his back, causing the itchy spots to flare up again. The changing man desperately clawed at his back, and nearly felt himself being pushed off the toilet. The bump in his tailbone had grown out now, forming a long tail that caused Jay to nearly lose his balance, hanging onto the sides of the seat as he felt the thing snake around his back and drape against the toilet. The fur towards the base was black, but the same light brown striped pattern covered the rest of it all the way to the tip, which suddenly “poofed" out a brushy white patch of fur like a lion's tail tip. Astonished, Jay lifted the tail up and held it in his paws; he could sense his touch as if it were part of his body, and when he tugged on it, he felt it strain on his tailbone. He…had a tail, a real, actual tail!

Suddenly there came a rapt knocking at the bathroom door, and Jay suddenly yelped in mortified surprise, checking to make sure the door was locked. There was no way anybody could see him like this!

“O-Occupied!" Jay squeaked out, and he covered his mouth in embarrassment. That didn't sound like his voice, it was too high pitched and girly to be his.

Looking down at his groin, Jay almost fell right off the toilet right then and there. His penis, tucked into the seat so he could piss, was beginning to shrink before his eyes!

“No no no no no…" the now former human whimpered, turning into a cat was one thing, but he didn't want to be a girl either!

He tried grasping at his junk, hoping to at least keep this part of him. It was no use, Jay could only watch with tears in his eyes as his once proud male member haplessly shrunk away and receded into his body. It seemed to turn inside out and Jay felt a space where it had been: it was in fact a vagina! He whimpered as he placed a paw into it, hoping to find his penis, but instead gasped at the sensitivity as his paw became slick with juice. His nipples tingled, and became sore just as he felt a sensation akin to someone filling a water balloon under his skin. Jay knew what they were, but he was too busy focusing on his lost manhood to notice the breasts that had grown out on his chest. He…no she had transformed into an anthro cat-girl!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Someone was knocking at the door again, causing the now female Jay to shoot up in fear, feeling her hair, well fur, stand on all ends.

“J-Just one more minute!" came a much higher, much more feline-equse voice out of his mouth, “I'm uh, powdering my nose!"

All of this, the strain of transformation, the loss of her penis and the humiliation of realizing that she was going to have to exit and reveal her new body to the partygoers; Jay still hadn't taken her dump. Her gut groaned and Jay wrapped her arms around her stomach, letting out a sound of pain.

“MEEEEERRRRROOOOOWWWWW!"

She clutched her stomach, tail thrashing as she finally forced herself to push this damn log out. Sitting down didn't seem to be helping, so Jay climbed up onto the seat, using her new tail to balance and squatted down over the bowl. Her sphincter finally crowned open and with a mewl of relief, she felt the turd starting to slide out.

At that moment; the bathroom began to shift and warp, as if it were an oil painting that was running, Jay stared dumbfounded as the white tiled walls morphed into red velvet wallpaper, lined with dragon patterns. The sink, bathtub and mirror vanished, replaced with a carpeted bedroom with a metal lined bed, akin to a hospital bed. But worse of all: the toilet Jay was squatting over began to sink into the floor, and fearing making a mess, she tried to hold it in.

But eventually the turd won and slipped out, landing in the fresh litter of a litter box. And with that, there was no stopping it now.

Jay was too busy relieving herself to notice that the toilet had magically warped into a giant litter box. She farted, moaning as some of the litter was blown out by the gas before finally the packed mess in her colon began to slip out and plop into her new toilet. She mewled and mrwored, unable to stop the noises coming from her throat as she relieved herself. The collar around her neck jangled musically, as if it were egging her on.

The poop was coming much faster now, locked in her cat squat, Jay was dumping logs into the kitty litter, creating a gigantic pile behind her. In between each log, a sputtering burst of gas came out, adding to the noises she was making. Jay also couldn't help herself from lifting her hind leg up, and pissed for the first time as a girl. It was odd, normally the urine would be flowing from his dick, but there was a brand new hole where it was squirting from, making her bottom fur sopping wet. She returned to the squat she had been in and lifted her tail up as the last log curled downwards, plopping on top of the steaming pile she had made. With one final burst from the itchy spots on her back, a pair of elegant black-feathered wings sprouted from Jay's back, and with that both her transformation and her dump was finished. She stood up, looking down at her pile and blushed before averting her gaze towards the mirror.

Jay had been transformed into a female winged feline, her clothes had vanished when the room began to shift and she was now naked. She felt her soft and furry breasts and shuddered, she felt her tail swishing as she now could control it. The purple moon collar still hung from her neck, and it felt more right than ever to be wearing it. When she looked at her once brown eyes--they were now heterochromic: her left eye was now a soft lavender, while her right eye shone bright yellow. Jay was no longer a human being nor a male, but…she looked beautiful, staring transfixed at her own reflection. She realized that she no longer needed her glasses; her vision was now much better than it ever had been before.

The door suddenly flung open, startling Jay to the point she nearly fell into her own mess. It was Vera, no longer wearing her mask, wearing a much more ominous look on her face.

“Well, well, well, bad kitty, not even the decency to bury her own mess."

Jay tried to speak, to ask what happened to her, why she had turned into a cat, why the room had shifted, but out of her throat came more feral feline growls and incomprehensible sounds that barely resembled words.

“What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"

The newly formed cat whined and tried again, but no matter how hard she tried to form the words, Jay's vocal chords were changed and she could only produce more cat sounds. She whimpered in humiliation.

Vera smiled, much more sinisterly, “I see you wearing my special collar. No matter, I planted it for you to find anyway. My sweet dear Jay, I'm afraid you are no longer in the world you once knew--you have been transported to a special world of my creation: Eveleon."

Angelon, what was she talking about? Jay opened her mouth to speak, but she felt a magical force clamp her lips shut.

“You see, I appear in wealthy suburban neighborhoods, disguising my beautiful mansion as a commoner's home looking for new staff for the services I provide. A slightly insecure pathetic man such as yourself is the perfect candidate: the customers love guys who have been turned into girls."

Jay still had no idea what she was talking about, she tried to run past her so she could escape and get help, but Vera blocked off the path.

“And now, I can finally shed this horrid human shape and show you my real form!"

The woman's skin suddenly shifted color, going from caucasian to having rose-colored scaly skin. Her hair shrank away, and horns grew in its place as her face stretched out into a snout and muzzle. A tail sprouted from her backside, and a fancier pair of wings exploded from her back, shredding her dress as her hands and legs grew sharpened claws. She looked quite like a dominatrix, although she was now a dragon.

“I am Elvera," said the dragon woman, “And as of today you are a servant of the Eveleon Manor of Pleasure, more specifically, my personal pet."

The dragon formerly known as Vera, waved her claws and a pet leash magically appeared attached to Jay's collar. The feline yelped as she was yanked closer to the dragon, who then took out a small golden earring. The cat yowled as Elvera pierced her sensitive cat ear with the earring. Jay suddenly couldn't stand on her two feet anymore and fell forward onto all fours. She truly was nothing more than a cat now--a cat with wings, but a cat regardless.

Elvera dragged Jay out by the magic leash and into the hallway, walking now on all fours. While the layout of the floor hadn't changed, the entire interior was completely different: the walls were now rose colored, the crystal door knobs were now golden, and it looked as if the locked doors were now open, each revealing a bedroom like the one the bathroom had transformed into.

Jay was surprised how easy and natural walking on all fours felt; her long tails helped keep her in balance, and it wasn't at all like crawling on hands and knees. Still, it was humiliating to walk in a way that left her (now realizing she hadn't cleaned up properly) dirty butt and her new pussy exposed, and she tried to keep her tail covering them for modesty.

The dragon lady led her down the stairwell, back to the first floor. The layout was a lot different: it looked more like a lounge or a hotel lobby now than a home. A receptionist desk hosted what looked to be an anthro deer woman, also naked. But scanning the room with her, frankly much improved vision, Jay gasped as she realized that all of the patrons in here were the same as the party goers. She instantly recognized the rat and tiger mask wearers: but now instead of being humans wearing animal masks, they were anthropomorphic versions of the animals themselves! Not only were the party guests there, but a load of species and mythical creatures that Jay recognized: a gryphon, a unicorn, and what appeared to be a minotaur were also part of the concourse.

“Elvera, my dear," the rat girl squeaked in a posh accent. Jay had last heard her use it when she told him that she was going to get a drink, “It seems like you've found a new pet huh?"

The dragoness smiled and looked down at Jay, who hung her head in humiliation, “I have indeed, I swear these humans are getting so much easier to capture these days. Let's not forget how that one used to be."

She pointed at the deer receptionist, and the moment she caught Elvera's gaze, the cervine averted her eyes and went back to hosting.

“That one used to be the 'ultimate bro' as he would brag, going to the gym everyday, claiming to have slept with hundreds of human women and getting wasted every night, but now she belongs to us," came the tigress's voice, more sultry and smooth with a hint of a deep growl.

She motioned to Elvera, who went over to the receptionist and whispered in her ear. The doe gave off a frightened look at first, but nodded solemnly as she gave the tigress a key. The tigress then took the cervid by the arm and pulled her up the stairwell.

Jay still wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but with whatever spell Elvera had on her, she couldn't speak. The dragoness did seem to notice the look on her face.

“Oh you see my sweet feline, this realm is a spiritual junction that crosses dimensions. The customers we get are often in need of relief from the hardships they face when traveling the vast expanse. Of course, many of them are rather…to coin a phrase…pent up and in need of release."

It all made sense, well none of it really had made sense, but somehow Jay had been unwillingly indoctrinated into some interdimensional whore house. Her mind still was spiraling with everything that had been and was currently happening to her.

“Well, well, I believe this one needs to be taught how we do things around here," the rat woman squeaked, and Jay swallowed.

Elvera rolled her eyes, “Fine fine, you may have her for an hour, but given that she is new it will cost you one and half times the normal rate."

The dragon handed the leash over to the rat, along with what looked to be a room key. Jay yelped as she pulled on the leash and began to be led back up the stairs, “Name's Adelaide by the way, not that it matters to you puss~"

As Jay was being led to whatever fate Adelaide had in store for her, she casually began talking to her, as if she were a friend catching up.

“Ugh, I hate talking like that around her," she said, her posh accent dropping to reveal a more punkish and way more American sounding tone.

“Anyways, I used to be a rat spirit, but learned a few tricks and now I can walk and talk. But you know how horny we rodents can be, and now I finally get to have my way with a cat!"

Adelaide made it to a room and unlocked it with her key, pulling Jay into the room. It was much nicer than the bedroom that the bathroom had transformed into--it looked a lot like a fancy hotel room, equipped with a soft lavish mattress, dresser, make up table and mirror combo as well as a bathroom.

Jay flapped her wings as she looked around before Adelaide picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. The feline felt a tingling in her ear where Elvera had pierced her, and she suddenly felt his spine shifting: she had returned to being bipedal!

“W-Why are…" she said, amazed that the cat-like growls didn't leave her throat, “W-What is…"

Adelaide put a paw on her mouth, “Jeez, can't talk when you're human and can't talk when you're a cat. I figured Elvera would want you as a pet to keep your mouth shut."

She went to the dresser drawer and opened it up; Jay immediately turned red: it was full of sex toys, dildos, strap ons, lube, ball gags, you name it. The rat picked out a delicate purple strap on and belted it on before squirting a bottle of lube onto the long phallus.

“U-Uh…" Jay could feel a hot blush under her fur as her eyes widened, “W-What are you…?"

“I'm gonna fuck you that's what, haven't got a brain inbetween those ears huh?"

Jay felt her whole body turn red: she didn't wanna be fucked by a rat of all things! Sure she had had sex before as a human, but she never figured that she would be on the receiving end of it! Now that she could walk on two feet again, Jay sprinted for the door--she had to get out of this crazy world and back home!

“YIPE!"

A tugging sensation yanked on Jay's neckfur and she fell on the ground. The magic leash was now in Adeladie's paws, dragging her away from freedom. Jay was pulled onto Adelaide's lap, and gasped as a gag was fasted into her mouth and snapped shut.

“Heh, Elvera gave you back your voice but you still can't manage to talk proper, so this'll shut you up~"

Jay tried to flap her wings in an attempt to fly away, but the leash was too strong and she earned a smack on the head from Adeladie.

“Don't you flap those things in my face! Bad cat!"

The rat produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly locked both of Jay's paws together. The bindings made Jay shrink inside, and she lowered her head as she moaned into the gag. She could feel the strap on the rat was wearing poking at her backside, and realized that she was going to be fucked by her. However, her new sensitive nose picked up a new smell that made her puss pretty wet.

“Oh yeah, that's natural rat musk~" Adelaide teased, “Can drive anyone crazy!"

The scent was nothing like Jay had ever smelled before; it was intoxicating, astringent and like a cross between a fart and sweat, but in a way that tingled her nose's nerve endings. Her human mind was screaming that he didn't wanna be screwed by a rat and this was all wrong and he wanted to go home, but her new cat-instincts were craving it, the deeply alluring smell of musk sending arousal burning up her groin like an out of control flame. Adelaide placed the end of the leash in her teeth, grabbing both of Jay's hips as she lifted the cat girl's hips and slipped the strap on into her aching pussy.

“MMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The sensation of a phallic object sliding into her brand new parts was like nothing Jay had ever experienced before as a human. Her vagina prickled with nerve endings, ending shockwaves of pleasure to her skull. She squirmed uncontrollably, feeling the dildo penetrating her deeper. Adelaide laid down on the bed, pulling on the leash that she held in her mouth. The feline was being choked, but it only added to the sensation. She didn't want this, she didn't want this!

The rat's long and thin tail snaked around Jay's back, curling up to her exposed breasts. As the rat began humping upwards, her tail tip flicked the sensitive cat's nipples. Jay's whole body was flushed with arousal and embarrassment; she felt her vaginal walls clamping on the purple dildo, and she began involuntarily rocking her body over it. Adelaide grabbed her hips and pushed her down further, until their groins were connected.

“Yes…yes…your cunt is amazing…" Adelaide was squeaking, huffing as she came close to climax.

Another flick of her left nipple and a particular hard thrust, and Jay couldn't take it anymore. With a hard moan into the gag, she came for the first time as a woman--femme juice spraying out from her new cunt and soaking both her and Adelade's groin fur.

“Ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

The rat was cumming as well, but it felt like something was entering the cat's womb, warm and sticky like a real dick pumping into her womb.

“Special…strap on…" Adelaide panted, coming down from her orgasm, “Like having the real thing for female spirits..."

Jay was too tired to think straight, that orgasm along with the stress of the transformation had completely worn out her body. Why was this happening to her…no--him? Jay had always been a good citizen, he made sure to pay his taxes, obey the laws and be respectful of others. Why was he captured and made into a sex slave? He missed his home, his own bed, his own body.

All of these things crossed Jay's mind as her head hit the mattress, and within seconds she was out cold.

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When Jay woke up sometime later, he had a wonderful moment where the events of the previous day felt like a nightmare--something he would shake off as he began his morning routine.

Except he realized instead of his own bedroom, he was sleeping curled up in what felt to be a cat's bed.

And instead of being human, he still had cat paws, fur and a tail.

Which meant he was still a girl, and none of this had been a dream. Her pussy still ached from the previous night's pounding, and she felt dried fluid caking her genital fur.

Jay looked groggily around the room: it appeared to be the same bedroom he had found himself in when he was transported to: except everything was much bigger than when she last remembered it. She must've shrunken to the size of a normal cat in her sleep! The bed had been removed, and a few cat accessories had been added, such as a scratching post, a food bowl and water dish, a few toys, and most embarrassingly…a litter box. The food and water bowls had been filled, but she wasn't going to eat out of them like an animal. When Jay tried to climb out of the bed, she tumbled out and landed on all fours: it appeared she had been returned to a quadrupedal stance once again. She felt around her neck: the magical collar was still around it, but the leash was gone. Maybe she could escape now, even if it had to be on all fours.

However, since she was now about the size of a regular house cat, she was unable to reach the doorknob, and scratched helplessly against the door. Sitting grumpily, she felt her wings fold down against her back. Wings…that's right, she had wings for some reason! Could she fly with them? Spreading her feathered wings open, she tested them--they responded naturally like any other appendage on her body, same as her tail. Jay concentrated on flapping them like she imagined a bird would, and to her surprise, her body began to lift off the ground!

Her heart soared with pure amazement as she actually began to fly around the room, feeling the air soaring through her fur. Of course, she could only fly in a circle in the perimeter of the room, but it didn't matter: Jay had never felt this exhilarated before! After a few minutes of flight, her wings grew sore and she landed gracefully on her feet; it seemed being a cat had its perks.

Eyeing the knob once again, and after letting her wings rest for a moment, Jay leaped back into the air and flew at the knob. She managed to grasp it with her paws, and to her relief she was able to turn it and open the door.

Slipping out into the hallway once again, Jay kept her body low and her wings tucked in as she carefully made her way quietly towards the stairwell. One of the doors was slightly ajar, and strange noises seemed to be coming from the other side of it. Curious, Jay poked her head inside and she immediately blushed by what she saw. The deer receptionist from earlier was draped backwards over the foot of the bed, bleating and moaning as the tigress who had apparently requested her ate her out. Jay felt a sting of sympathy--remembering that apparently the deer had once been a human male as well, but she had to focus on her own escape.

Fewer people, for lack of a better term, were in the main lobby--especially since the doe was preoccupied upstairs. The front door of the manor, which Jay had entered through, still seemed to be intact. Jay spread her wings again and flew straight for it: paws outstretched like a superhero: she was going to make it out of here! To her surprise, the door seemed to open on its own and Jay flew outside, hoping to see the green grass and plain ordinary houses of her neighborhood.

Instead she found herself in a black void, speckled with occasional stars.

Jay was so shocked she stopped flapping and began to fall into the depths of the infinite. She yowled as she began to freefall, but she felt her collar being tugged and to her relief, felt herself being pulled backwards to safety. Once she was through the front door, it closed automatically, and sighed, heart still pumping from the adrenaline.

“My dear kitty, you didn't think it'd be that easy now did you?" came a familiar voice.

Her heart sank: it was Elvera, holding the magic leash that was bound to her collar. She had her right where she wanted once again.

The dragon snorted, puffing out a smoke ring, “I told you, Eveleon is located in a space between time and matter: you cannot go back to your own world. So in addition to you trying to escape, I also heard that you fell asleep while servicing a paying customer. For these transgressions, you shall be punished tomorrow."

Punished?! Jay tried to beg for mercy, but she was a feral again so her mouth only made cat-sounds.

“Not another word." Elvera spoke sharply, sending a shiver of fear down Jay's spine that shot all the way down to her tail.

Elvera dragged Jay back to her room and slammed the door, and with her cat ears she heard a clicking sound as the dragoness locked it. To her further dismay, the bed was now a cardboard box, the toys were missing, and food and water from the bowl were now empty, meaning she would have nothing to eat. Stifling back tears, the feline climbed into the box and curled into a ball, and softly began to weep.

This was her life now. There would be no going back. She was going to be a flying cat forever.

That night she dreamt of her old life, her old friends, her old house, her old body. When morning came, she sleepily yawned and climbed out of the cardboard box. The food and water dishes were still empty, and she was locked in the room. Her stomach ached and her tongue was dry, and she stewed in the misery of it all. Having taken a dump prior to her transformation, Jay had nothing to pass the time with, except to play with the kitty litter, too depressed to even fly now.

After a few hours of boredom and sadness, the door suddenly flew open, and Elvera stood with food and water. Jay salivated, all of a sudden craving whatever delicious smell that came from the bowl. The dragon placed the bowls down and Jay dug in: the food tasted dry and crunchy, and had a fishy meat flavor, but it was the best thing she had ever eaten in her life. She also slurped at the water, quenching her thirst.

“As punishment for yesterday's incidents," Elvera stated, “You are to serve one of our most demanding customers. Do a good job, and I may reward you, but if he leaves unsatisfied you will not eat again for another 24 hours."

Jay nodded, it was useless to resist at this point and the best option was to just go along with whatever the dragon had planned.

Elvera leashed Jay again, and she found herself walking behind her master--oh god even my brain is starting to become corrupted. Once she made it to the lobby, she saw the doe returned to her previous station behind the reception desk, and a gigantic minotaur leaning against the other side. His skin was ashen gray, two long horns protruded from his head, his thick white mane was tied into two braids, and he was naked save for a loincloth, which barely held back the no doubt massive cock underneath.

“Ronan," Elvera said warmly, greeting the tauren in a familiar tone, “This is Jay, your consort for this session."

The minotaur raised a brow, “Never seen her before, you sure she's up for it?"

Elvera gave a knowing smile, “Oh she will be, won't you dear?"

Jay was too nervous to react, the hair on her body was standing on all ends. She tried to hide behind the dragon's legs, but she was dragged out to face her suitor.

The tauren let out a wry smile, “Oh I see, you really know how to pick them Elvera. Hopefully she's as good as the kitsune from the Ortoi Temple."

The dragoness handed over the leash as Ronan plopped what looked like gold into her claws. Jay once again was being dragged up the stairs to service yet another customer. It was only her second one, and yet she felt as if she would never get used to the idea.

As soon as Ronan entered his room with Jay in tow, the earring in her ear tingled once again--Jay suddenly found herself able to stand once more as she returned to her original height. She tested it out, and she found she could speak once again. It appeared the earring was the key to swapping between her feral and anthro cat form. Ronan sat on the bed as Jay nervously stood there, not sure what to do.

“Alright hun, I'm going to level with you," Ronan said, almost professionally, “Where I come from; there's nothing more sexually gratifying than the art of defecation. As spirits, we generally don't eat, so rarely get to indulge in such a novelty."

His voice grew deeper, and Jay's cat ears flicked as she heard a rumble coming from Ronan's stomach.

“I have taken a potion to make my body mortal for 24 hours--in that time I managed to feast like a king. And now I wish to defecate onto your body."

The words felt like a cold slap to the face, “Y-You w-what?"

“I am completely serious, I have had many wonderful spirits shit on me before--but never have I ever been given the chance to do it to someone else. After which, my cock is quite pent up, so I expect to be given relief from both sides."

Jay's mind was spinning: this massive hulking beast was going to shit on her and there was nothing she could do about it. What were her options: she could try to run away again, but to where? There was no leaving the mansion, Elvera would punish her again, and her situation would be even worse. The feline hung her head, as she meekly made her way to the bed and laid down on her back.

Ronan dropped his loincloth, exposing his gigantic cock to Jay, who immediately blushed. It was nearly as thick as her arm! The minotaur climbed onto the massive mattress, which somehow held his massive weight. He placed both legs on each side and squatted down over her, lifting his tail up and exposing his hole. Jay swallowed and shut her eyes, her body tensing up as she waited for it to happen.

A warm blast of flatulence blew across her face. The stench hit her sensitive cat nose, and it burned her nostrils. She wanted to cover her nose, but found herself sunken too deeply into the bed to move. She carefully opened her left eye, and saw the minotaur's massive hole expanding outwards, revealing a thick log of brown excrement. Jay shivered in disgust as the smell of it started to waft into her nostrils--but as the crown of scat began to descend, her nose caught the subtler scent of it: it was grassy, and earthy, and smelled almost like the essence of the ground.

The monstrous piece of shit crackled and popped as it slid out of Ronan's anus, and Jay felt her heart beating with anticipation. She didn't want this to be happening…right? This was obviously the most disgusting thing she would ever be a part of and she should be revolted…right? But no…she felt her pussy getting wet and a horny pant started coming out of her mouth. Her two sides were fighting once again, the human side trying to tell her to flee this madness, while the cat half just telling her to relax and enjoy the experience.

And the cat side was definitely winning.

“Hnnnnnnnngggggggggggghhhhhhh…!"

With a wet schlop, the log slipped free and landed with a heavy splat onto Jay's chest fur, staining it with muck. The piece of shit definitely eclipsed any she had ever passed in her entire life. It must've weighed at least five pounds, and it wafted fresh steam into the air. The smell was making Jay dizzy: it was so gross, but yet, so natural at the same time. Another log of scat began descending from Ronan's ample bottom, plopping onto the first log and making an X made of poop on the feline's torso.

“P-Please…more…" Jay moaned, she wasn't even sure if it was really her who had said it.

More shit was coming out, and it was plopping out at a much faster rate. Jay endured another musky fart to the face as Ronan's pile grew larger on her chest and breasts. The earthy smell of it made her pussy grow wet as embarrassed arousal burned under her cheeks. Ronan was making all of the right noises too: huffing, panting, sighs of relief, and Jay herself couldn't stop the needy noises she was making: meowing, purring and panting as well. His hole expanded again and let out rolling balls of shit that plopped onto her torso and started to slide down towards her groin fur. She definitely didn't want to eat it or rub it into her fur, but the warm solid lumps on her felt like heated rocks at a spa. It reminded her of her own dump when she had turned into a cat: the sensation was so relaxing, and dare say, very arousing!

Finally the last log slipped out and hit the pile with a wet splat, akin to Jay's final log. The pile on her body was immense, she felt as if she was buried in a warm blanket. Ronan climbed off the bed, leaving Jay still breathing heavily as he turned around, leaning on the foot of the bed, pointing his huge erection at her.

“Now that my bowels are clear, I believe my penis still needs to be emptied."

Jay couldn't move on the account of the heavy shit that was resting on her body, so Ronan spread her legs for her and pulled her in. Her cunt was soaked already from the smells and stimulation, and so the thick minotaur simply pulled Jay down the bed and hilted his thick cock into her.

It was the second time she was being fucked, and this time the cock invading her new genitals was much thicker than the strap on.

“MMMRRREEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!" she cried out, a mix of animalistic pleasure and pain as her vaginal walls were stretched tight by the thick slab of meat.

Ronan grunted as he slid Jay down his shaft, the cat girl spreading her legs open and trying to get comfortable. The minotaur began to pump, being sure to go slowly and really let her feel the sensations that his cock provided. With her arms over her head, the cat girl began to rock the bed as she rode his massive dick.

“Unf…you're so tight…must be a fresh vagina you've got…heh, not the first time I've laid with a former human male…" Ronan huffed as he thrusted in rhythm to Jay's rocking.

Even back when she was a human, Jay's penis was no comparison to Ronan's. Jay remembered having a one night stand with a woman at the bar, and at the time she had believed she did a good job, but remembering her own thrusts and pumps--she realized how subpar she really had been. Ronan was doing everything to make the pleasure last, she mewled and ground back, being careful not to let the shit on her body fall off. The minotaur really dug into her pussy, and the pleasure of being stretched and stuffed full sent electric signals to her brain, signals she was already starting to get used to and enjoy.

“I'm…gonna cum…R-Ronan…" she muttered, on the verge of orgasm.

Ronan didn't respond, he was concentrating too hard, and with a few more hard thrusts that hit a particularly sensitive part of her womb, the minotaur began to pump fresh hot seed into her. Jay meowed loudly and came as well: her pussy clamping hard on the thick penis and milking it for all it was worth. She felt the warm cum filling her up--a slight pang of worry about getting pregnant, but was quickly overshadowed by just how good it felt!

The minotaur slid out, and Jay immediately felt empty inside, longing for another cock to stuff her and fill her up once more.

“Whew, not bad for a first timer," Ronan said with a relieved sigh, “You performed admirably my dear."

Jay blushed, appreciating the compliment. Sure, this was her reality and life now, but it wasn't all bad.

As a reward for doing such a good job, Elvera let Jay remain bipedal for the rest of the afternoon. Even with how sore her cunt was, she was able to really explore more of her new home. There was a bathhouse and sauna in the back, which helped wash the muck off her fur, and a bar as well to drink at. Elvera also assured her that she would not get pregnant or any diseases as long as she stayed within the mansion's walls during sexual intercourse.

Her bedroom was returned to the way it was: and during the nights where she became a feral cat, she enjoyed playing with the toys, and got quickly used to using the litter box. She also of course used her wings and flew whenever she could: it was the one thing she loved about her new body, just the freedom and wonder that came with being able to fly. The days went on, and Jay serviced more customers: some were pretty vanilla, others were pretty hardcore kinky, but as each day passed, she became better and better at her new role as a sex worker. She got to know some of the other patrons: the deer had once been called Adam, but now went by Merriweather. A few more of the workers divulged their histories: most of them were male humans that had been transformed into female animals upon their arrival in Eveleon--Jay befriended them easily. On the days she didn't have customers, she helped with the cooking and cleaning, keeping the manor spotless. Even though she ate cat food most nights, which she enjoyed the taste of, Elvera allowed her to eat occasional fancy dinners about once a week: although she always ordered fish.

Because of the nature of Eveleon, Elvera was able to transport the house to many different locations across the multiverse. On some occasions if Jay had been extra good, Elvera would allow her to leave the mansion and explore a new land. She would fly above the trees and the mountaintops, letting the air glide between her feathers and using her tail as a rudder to steer: it truly let her feel alive! The feline barely remembered what being human felt like, and overtime she grew accustomed to her cat body.

She eventually lost track of the days, but what she could only guess was about a year after her arrival, Jay awoke to find herself as a human woman: she looked almost like she did as a male, except with longer hair, breasts and a slimmer frame than she had. The house had been transformed overnight into a very expensive modern mansion, and Jay realized they were back in the human world. But by this point, any and all desire to leave had slowly faded away. Elvera walked into her room, now a human, wearing the dragon's mask she wore when they had first met.

“I am hosting another party tonight, and I have a very special request that I'd like for you to fulfill."

Elvera came over and whispered her request into Jay's ear, and she nodded--smiling with anticipation.

“Yeah so I just made another twenty-grand this week, ever since my dad died he left me all of his company's stocks, and now I'm making an additional fortune mining cryptocurrency and selling NFTs full time! Heh, I don't gotta lift a finger and I'm raking it in!"

Jay tried her best to look interested, wearing a plastic cat mask that matched her fur color, “Wow, I'm sooo impressed Mr. Ruffington."

Elvera had disguised this party as a gathering for some of the richest entrepreneurs in the country, and Jay was specifically asked to “get to know" someone named Mike Ruffington. He was about thirty years old, but his entire look and personality screamed 'rich billionaire.' His golden blonde hair was slicked back with hair gel, he wore expensive sunglasses indoors, a fancy custom pressed tuxedo dress shirt combo and had a Rolex on his left wrist which he claimed was worth $10,000 alone. He had even arrived to the party in a brand new Rolls-Royce. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he wore the plastic dog mask that Elvera had provided as he tried to charm Jay. They were both sitting on a fancy sofa holding flutes of fancy champagne, while Mike rudely shoveled hour de voures into his mouth.

“Gotta say, never heard of a masked ball with animal masks, but hey, I don't got a bone to pick cause this mansion is BALLA!"

He shouted that last word, causing most of the guests to turn and stare at him. Jay knew the truth: the “guests" were the regular customers disguised as humans.

Mike downed his flute before he put his arm around Jay's shoulder and leaned in, “You wanna get outta here babe and go someplace…private?"

It was quite a shame that Jay preferred the customers of the spiritual plane than this human man she was forced to mingle with. But regardless, Jay took this obnoxious rich boy upstairs to the bedrooms. On the way up, she caught Elvera's eye, who was chatting up some of the human guests, and she nodded as she led Mike to her private bedroom.

As soon as they were alone, their clothes hit the floor as they began making out--Jay was doing her damndest to try and fake enjoying it.

“Man I gotta take off this stupid thing," Mike said as he began to slip the plastic dog mask off, “Afterwhich honey I'm gonna show you why they call me the Roughmaster!"

Jay couldn't take it anymore. Moving fast, she took the collar she had hidden beneath the sheet and quickly clipped it around the young man's neck. The collar was adorned with a silver tag that read “Dog."

“Hey what the hell?!" he barked, trying to get it off before Jay suddenly shoved him onto the bed, holding him in place as he struggled feebly.

“I have had enough of your yapping, you talk and talk about money this, money that, it's infuriating. You know who talks like that? Bitches."

Mike tried to escape, but blanched as Jay began to transform before his very eyes: her hair receded back into cat fur, a long snaking tail grew out of her, her mask melded back and became her face, a pair of wings sprouted from her back. Finally, when she opened her eyes, they returned to their purple and yellow shade. Jay was back in her cat form: her true form.

“W-What the hell…let me go you freak…I'll pay you!" the rich man began to panic and sweat as he pathetically begged.

“Oh you'll pay alright, after I'm done with you!"

The human male of course had a below average size penis, but that didn't stop Jay from slipping her pussy over it, placing her body weight on Mike to keep him from getting off the bed.

“Wh-ahhhhhnnnnn shiiiittttttt!" Mike barked out, huffing as his length sunk into her, “Never…fucked…an animal before!"

Jay grinned, “Oh don't worry, that'll change soon enough…"

Mike realized he was panting, but his tongue suddenly felt like it was too long for his mouth. His teeth tingled and he could feel them growing into canines! He whined as he tried to escape, but Jay's body was too heavy to shove off. As he pushed on her breasts, he noticed his arm hair growing longer, thicker and more like…fur!

“W-What's happening tooooo arrroooooofff…!"

The mask Mike was wearing had fused to his face and his mouth began to stretch out into a muzzle, his nose flattening and turning dark and wet as the fur from the mask covered his head. His hands grew long claws, and his digits morphed into a dog's paws! As Jay rocked her body on his, Mike felt his ears growing longer, hairier, and soon they reached down to the sides of his neck.

“Oooh yeah…a proper bitch you'll be…" Jay moaned as she continued to ride Mike's transforming body. She watched in delight as the golden hair spread across his torso and legs, going all the way down to his feet: which morphed into paws.

“Arrrrrrffffff whhiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnne!" Mike was no longer making human sounds, whimpering and whining like a dog as he felt pressure on his backside. Since Jay was on him, his new tail was trying to push into the bed as it grew out, painfully growing to a proper length.

Mike Ruffington was now an anthro golden retriever: he let out another whine--his changes weren't finished. Jay was rocking over his cock harder, pumping his dick harder and faster as it was the last step before the changes completed.

“Ah…need to…unf…yes!"

Jay and Mike came at the same time: Jay meowed loudly while Mike let out a long howl, panting as he felt his dick spurting into her. But a moment after he came, it suddenly felt to Jay like Mike was pulling out. But he wasn't pulling out: his penis was shrinking.

“Heh, let's see how much of a proper bitch you'll be," Jay snarked as Mike whined much louder.

Mike's dick was shrinking away, retreating into his now furry groin. He gasped as a newly formed vagina opened up where his cock had been, which Jay immediately began grinding against. A pair of breasts grew out of his chest, and to further add to the humiliation, suddenly four more pairs of nipples popped out and ran down his belly. When Jay finally got off, Mike fell off the bed and onto all fours: transformed into a female golden retriever, his…no her new dog collar dangling from his neck.

The bedroom began to shift and warp, the modern human furnishings replaced by the all too familiar wallpaper and bedroom layout of the mansion. Mike tried to speak, but all that came out were barks and whines. A magic leash appeared on the collar which Jay took into his paws and then had to yank on as Mike immediately tried to bolt for the door.

Mike suddenly whimpered more and got into a crouching position. Jay knew what was going to happen, and wished she had brought a newspaper. The dog woman whined as her tail lifted up and she began to lay thick turds onto the carpeting. Mike's tongue was hanging out, she was clearly relieved, but also humiliated from defecating as an animal.

“My master isn't going to be happy about this mess," Jay groaned.

At that moment in the middle of the dump, the door burst open. Elvera, now in her dragon form, looked down at the guilty pooping canine before her.

“Hello Mike, I am Elvera," said the dragon woman, “And as of today you are a servant of the Eveleon Manor of Pleasure, well more specifically, my personal pet."