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Programmer socks, as the internet loved to call them, did not do Tanner any favors. Even with the heavy black hoodie, kitty-themed facemask, and sunglasses that proved more of a hindrance at night, the black and purple striped thigh-high socks seemed like they exposed more than they covered. Granted, the short black skirt didn’t help.

If told as far back as far back as a month that he’d be riding in a public bus dressed like some nervous crossdressing femboy he’d have punched the question bearer in the throat. Given his weak arms, it would have resulted in him getting his ass kicked so the validity of that action was suspect. He lied to himself about it, kneading the hem of his skirt like a cat as he replayed the events that led to this moment.

Tanner was a streamer. In some ways that hadn’t changed save for his viewership. Being a streamer, in his mind at least, required having low standards if one wanted to make it big. Not everyone could just stream video games and get big bucks from it, especially if they lacked an entertaining personality. Being a self-described bitter little shit, he pushed to one niche that, while controversial, never died.

Reaction streams.

The excessively shocked or angry thumbnails, stolen content he’d ‘add on to’ by giving his uninformed opinions on, and, his biggest moneymaker, wokebashing. New show had multiple women on the cast? Woke. Replace a ginger character with a black character? Woke. The protagonist wasn’t a straight white muscular male? Woke. Trans characters involved at all? Woke.

He gulped at that last part. His videos were popular amongst incels for that reason. He’d pretend to transvestigate people, from celebrities to random pictures his ‘fans’ would send him. Tanner hunched over in his seat, cradling his stomach as shame and bile pooled together. He used to justify it by saying he was playing a character, but only his reflection knew that. One he struggled to look at by his second year of streaming.

Then came the pornstars. Incels obsess over the things they hate to the point that it doesn’t feel like real hatred but another justification for consumption. The effects were the same, ruining lives to make theirs feel better, but even Tanner found it hypocritical. In his defense, it was for him. He’d jacked off to plenty of big-dicked transwomen pornstars and streamers in private. So when his fanbase gave him a picture of a big-bosomed and big-dicked latina streamer named Renata, his favorite porn-streamer, he convinced himself he had no choice but to go extra hard on her.

He hunched deeper into his seat, hoping to shrink down into nothing. He allowed his head to bump into the forward seat at every stop. A little head damage felt fitting for his mistakes. How was he supposed to know they lived in the same city? How was he supposed to know she’d find him?

The memory made Tanner’s neck recede like a turtle. She’d confronted him in a convenience store in the middle of getting his boxed dinner, dressing him down in such a manner befitting a spicy latina. The fire in her eyes burned him. The weight of her words pummeled his gut and sent him crashing to the floor. Worst of all was the erection. Even now his cock strained with the recollection, forcing him to tuck it between his thighs.

If Tanner was the chad he claimed to be, he’d have told her to fuck off. Hell, he might have misgendered her. Instead, he cried, buckling under her fury and begging for forgiveness. Any other day he’d be slapped and watch her ass sway on her way out the door. But she took pity on him. He of all people. Whether by dumb luck or just being pathetic, Tanner was given a second chance.

It only cost him most if not all of his followers. The color drained from his face when it happened, seeing five digits of viewers drop down to two, most of which were inactive or rarely active users. His career as a reaction streamer was dead. And in return, Tanner received a new message with an address and a time.

The bus stopped. This time he caught himself from hurtling toward the seat in front of him, then hurried off with quick short steps so as not to let his dick slip. The night air was cold. He huddled against the howling wind as the bus drove off without him. Streetlights illuminated concrete roads with black tar lining the cracks, graffiti-covered brick walls, and flickering lights from barred convenience stores.

By his phone, Renata’s apartment was two blocks away. He gulped, questioning for a moment if she tricked him. He wouldn’t put it past her leading him to some flophouse of guys expecting some crossdresser to come in. He believed he deserved far worse.

Tanner shook the thought off. The skirt was breezy enough that, if he didn’t care about exposure, he could outrun anyone. He assured himself that, pulling his hood up and walking into the night under crackling streetlights.

The definition of gentrification echoed around Tanner’s head when he reached her apartment. More of a condo now that he saw the sign explicitly calling it that. As if carved from a black and white marble monolith, the building stood five stories tall and had a receptionist on the first floor. His apartment looked on the verge of being condemned in comparison. Half the reason he started streaming was because the rats scurrying in the walls kept him up at night.

Her residence sat on the third floor, far too quick of an elevator trip to calm himself. Tanner heard his heart pounding in his ears on the way up, rattling like a panicked war drum once he reached her door. A shaky hand inched slowly to the door, knocked rapidly, and slipped back into his hoodie pocket like a viper recoiling. He breathed in deep, sucking the mask in just enough to gnaw at it from the inside as he waited.

The knob turned. His heart skipped.

The door cracked open to the length of a tiny chain. Her sultry voice hooked his soul. “Did my kitten have any trouble finding the place?”

Her kitten. His face burned a deep shade of crimson as he looked at his feet like some schoolboy. “N-no. The only problem was the bus.”

“The bus?” She sounded more amused than surprised. “You don’t have your own ride?”

“C-Cars are expensive…”

“They are, as is my time.” Tanner froze at her words. Was she going to make him pay for all of this? He couldn’t afford that. If he could, he’d have seen a local dominatrix regularly.

“You seem healthy enough. Why should I let a small stray like you inside?” She pointed to the ground, “Why don’t you beg for my shelter? Like a good kitty.”

His erection would have ripped his panties if they were cheap. Gulping, Tanner took one last look around the hallway before descending to his knees. His lips quivered with fear but something about her dark brown eyes looking down at him made Tanner feel at ease.

“M-Meow.”

“Hmm? I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Meow.” Tanner’s voice cracked.

“Must be the wind…”

“Meow!” He cried out. One of the neighbor’s door knobs twisted. She pulled him in with surprising strength and slammed the door before anyone else noticed. In the moment it took to regain his composure he heard her deep breaths, turning to see the dark-skinned latina pressing her back against the door as if to stem some flood.

She was divine. Her long hair hung loose as if recently dried. The black silk bathrobe looked as light as air over her body, outlining her heavy breasts with every rise and fall of her chest. But what pulled his gaze like a moth to a flame was the tent forming between her legs.

He did that. The realization dawned on him when he discovered his bone-dry throat in an attempt to swallow. She was hard, she was aroused, because of him. Whatever pride Tanner felt was crushed by the expectation of what to do next. Should he suck it then and there? Should he tease her? He sat paralyzed in thought until she regained her composure.

“You look even cuter in person with that little mask, kitten. Or should I say, mi gatita.”

She bent down and cupped his chin, angling him up to her gaze. “Would mi gatita like anything to drink?”

“Your spit,” Tanner almost said, reeling in the degenerate in him at the last second. “I…I could use some water.”

“Good idea. You’ll need to be hydrated for what I have planned.” She walked to the kitchen before he could ask what she meant. Seeing no better option, Tanner sat on the leather couch in her living room. The two spaces were separated by a dividing wall cut in half to let him see her open the fridge. “I hope you don’t mind the mess. I was freshening up for tonight and forgot to clean.”

Tanner wondered where the mess in question was. Her apartment had no piles of garbage bags or leftover takeout strewn about. The floor looked clean, but maybe the lack of daytime light left any dust hidden. No, upon closer inspection it looked freshly cleaned with whatever solution those wet pads used.

What guilt he had by comparison vaulted off of him when she sat down. Her erection softened, allowing her to cross her legs. “Drink up, Gatita.”

“What’s that mean?” Tanner asked, gulping down the glass in seconds.

“Kitten. You didn’t take high school Spanish, did you?”

“No, I did. I just never used it outside of class. Easy to forget a language if you don’t use it.”

“Really?” She leaned in, as if interested in what he had to say. Tanner, not being used to women expressing interest, froze. The worst parts of his mind told him he shouldn’t be for reasons he hated to put to thought. But he was. That alone told him that Renata was a woman.

Well, that and his burgeoning erection. Something that did not go unnoticed by the latina. “You know, it was awfully brave for you to follow through on the stream.”

“R-Really?” His voice broke midway with a gasp as her hand slipped underneath his skirt. Perfectly manicured nails trailed along his hardening shaft.

She inched closer. “I’m sure there’s a tiny little voice of yours saying it was pathetic. Calling you a loser simp. Don’t listen to it.” He felt her breath cascade down his neck. She grabbed his cock, gently pumping it to full. “You’re a brave little gatita. One with, to my surprise, a rather big polla for someone in your prior circles.”

“It…it scares women off…” he gasped. Nails dug into the nearest armrest. “My first girlfriend said it was too big…”

“Is my little gatita ashamed of his polla? We can’t have that.” Renata said, shaking her head. “But before we shower you with love, we need to complete your transformation.”

He blinked. “My what?”

“You didn’t think the cat mask would be enough for me, did you?” Renata said, giggling under her breath. “No. It was just to help you get here. On your knees.” She pulled out her couch cushion, patting it on the floor to situate himself there. “I’m going to get the rest of your outfit. Be a dear and get naked for me. Except for the mask and those cute ‘programmer’ socks.”

If this were an anime Tanner gathered he’d have died of a nosebleed by now. Stripping down, he waited kneeling on the cushion in a near-feral position. Arms between his legs for balance like a cat. She returned with three items; a pair of strange black leather mittens with pink cat paws, a matching color cat ears headband, and a black cat tail.

“Arms.” Tanner held them out upon her instruction. The mittens had straps to lock over his hands. After the first, he realized they made his fingers useless. Bondage mittens. He blushed, realizing he’d seen her use similar in some pinup pics of hers with an older woman.

“And last, but not least, the tail,” she said after slipping the headband on him.

Tanner noticed too late that the tail was tipped with a buttplug and hunched into her lap at the sight of it. “Aww, is someone afraid of a little anal?” She cooed, brushing his hair.

“A…A little.” Tanner nodded. He’d seen enough assfucking in porn to know there was pleasure behind the act, but attempts to do it himself were never successful. He was too stiff to reach around himself and too frightful to buy a dildo. Despite this, he had his fantasies, made all the stronger by the scent of Renata’s cock so close to him.

“It’s ok, mi gatita. I won’t touch your tail hole tonight after this. We need time to get you ready for me. So can you do this for me? Please? You’d look so cute with your tail.”

He blinked then stared up at her, wide-eyed and blushing. He didn’t expect her to see him again. To even want to speak to him after everything. To know she desired him fueled his inner furnace.

With a nod he let her sink the tail plug in. She whispered for him to relax, that it would be cold at first and feel strange but he’d grow used to it. The pressure against his inner walls reminded him of meager attempts to finger himself, except now they were constant. Fearful it’d slip out, Tanner clenched around it every so often, taking deep breaths to relax.

“Almost perfect.” She held his face with both hands. He smiled behind his mask, subconsciously waving his ass back and forth like a cat’s curling tail. A perfectly manicured nail trailed across his throat. “All you need now is a collar. With a lovely little bell. But that’s to be earned, Gatita. Come.” Renata stood up, pushing him down when he tried.

“Ah, ah, ah. Kittens don’t walk on two legs. They use all four. Now, follow.”

Two sets of lights were set up in Renata’s bedroom. The first were standard fluorescent bulbs on the ceiling she didn’t turn on. The second was mood lights set up at her four corners and underneath her bed. They shifted from colors such as pink, purple, teal, blue, cyan, green, and red, giving a low bioluminescent feel akin to cave moss. There was enough light to see Renata cast off her bathrobe, enough fading color to see her fat rod stand tall.

“Up.” She commanded with a curled finger. Tanner felt his dick bob in her presence. Wasting no time, she grabbed it and pulled it to her own, clasping the two cocks in one hold. Tanner feared he’d shrink when touching another person’s cock, but instead, the heat of her member made him jittery with excitement.

Curious, he peered down to compare. She was bigger, though in retrospect the divide wasn’t as vast as he expected. Renata’s penis had a noticeable inch in length and her girth beat him by half of that. It would be many nights before he could take it.

“Like what you see?” Renata asked.

Tanner nodded, letting her guide him back to his knees under the shadow of her rod. His lips grew wet, salivating at her musk trailing over him. He’d always felt a pang of guilt for craving it behind a screen, growing to a wave whenever pumping his cock. There was none of that here. Just desire. Absolute craving held back by her hold.

“Purr for me, Gatita.”

Tanner let the noise rumble in his throat. He didn’t care how awkward it sounded or how humiliating it felt. Only that she wanted it. That she commanded it.

“Good gatita.” She patted his head, slipping a thumb underneath his ear to free his mask, “Now, why don’t you give your mistress the worship she deserves.”

Seizing the sign, Tanner’s face dove into her cock. His lips braced her shaft with the enthusiasm of a loving kiss, suckling it sweetly like a puckered tentacle before moving on to the next. “Ah, ah, ah,” she teased when he reached the tip, “Balls first. Embrace all of me.”

His tongue trailed down her shaft and curled around one hefty nut. Hers were bigger, stronger than his own. Tanner sucked one into his mouth, then swapped for the other, coating each in his spit before lapping upward on her shaft.

“So enthusiastic.” Her surprise was subtle with her praise. “One would think my little gatita has been wanting to do this for ages. Not like that little incel who said all those hurtful things about me.”

She squeezed his head when he tried to apologize, silently telling him he wasn’t to speak outside of meows and purring noises. That he wasn’t supposed to think too deeply about what she said. He was her cat. Her gatita. Her pet.

“I bet his fans would be mortified if they saw him worshiping girlcock. After all, it’s one thing to fuck bitches, but another to suck 'em, right?” His own words on her lips were like a venom coursing through him. But she spoke with bated breath, signs his worship brought her to some edge.

He took her tip into his mouth. Her salty precum dripped onto his tongue. He lathered it over her cockhead, doing his best to coat every inch of the rod as he went deeper. Enthusiasm could not compensate for skill, leaving him struggling after four inches. She teased him for it, saying they would have much work for the future.

“Raise your paws like a cat and look up at me. Don’t pull off.”

Tanner’s eyes widened at the phone in her hands. The click of a camera sank his heart. He pulled off. “D-Don’t share that!” He pleaded, holding his mittens together in prayer, “Please, don’t–”

Renata shushed him. “Relax. If I wanted to post pictures of you online, I’d ask first and offer you a more covering mask. No, Gatita. This is for my personal collection. I like to savor special moments, like my first night with my newest kitten.”

“So…so you’re not going to expose me?”

A thumb wiped away the first hint of tears from his cheeks. “Gatita, if I wanted to expose you, humiliate you, I’d make you do it. You’ve already proven that well enough. Now, would I love to show you to my fans? Yes. But even if you agree, we’ll need much more training before you’re acceptable. Until then, you are safe with me, Gatita.”

Safe. His shoulders loosened as if knots were cut. His face fell into her crotch, his tears mixing with the saliva coating her cock pressing against his face. Tanner had been holding up walls for so long that he hadn’t realized what life was like with them down.

Pulling him up, Renata led him to the bed to cuddle. He didn’t want the session to end, and from her gaze, she knew it. This was a pause. For a moment the kitty could cry like a human.

A moment he cherished.

***

“Yeah, chat, I got a new cat. He’s a handful. Bratty, comes and goes as he pleases, and thinks he’s independent. But I know he’ll come running to me if I call him. No, chat, I won’t show him to you yet. He needs to learn proper manners before I can show all of you.”

Renata peered down under her desk for a brief second. It was enough to see Tanner there, curled up in a large dog bed. His cat-ears headband fell off after he tossed and turned, but the gloves and tail stayed delightfully attached.

She smiled, picturing all the things she’d do to him. “He’s sweet, in a way.” She said to the scrolling chat, petting his scalp with her foot. “I’m happy to have him."