Feliformia Ch. 05

It was already 1 am. Our cab was driving down the city streets. The shine of the street lights was reflecting on the billion water droplets that were falling on the windows, making them look like a living night sky. Erika and I were on our way to my house.

Her head resting pretty low on my shoulder, and her eyelids closed indicated that she was ready to lie down for the night. I knew of a cute rubber cat that would have been using the same amount of space at my side, Erika was just as small and delicate. Despite the similar body type and size, both girls were very different, though.

My fingers were playing with a bundle of soft red hair from my companion's ponytail, and I remembered her light brown eyes contrasting with white freckled skin before she closed them. The absence of a mask allowed me to appreciate how different she was from what I knew. The air moving in and out of her lungs, that alone, emanated a serenity that Kitty didn't possess.

At the pub, Erika explained to me that she was a DG for a big tool renting chain, and she was quite successful at it. However, the symptoms of stress accumulated over the years, pushing her to start enjoying her financial independence a bit more. Her newly found freedom caused her to be tracked down by headhunters that were disregarding the fact that she didn't want to rejoin the circus for a while. To me, this only showed how smart and valuable she probably was.

The tires of our taxi stopped in a puddle of water in front of my driveway. After a short transaction with the driver, Erika and I exited through the right door. Arms wrapped around each other, we slowly followed the short stone path leading to the entryway. We headed upstairs, leaving our jackets behind on the black metal hooks that were mounted on a dark brown wooden board, and abandoning our shoes on the rough carpet to dry.

Erika scanned the foreign place with her eyes, associating what she heard from my Kitty stories with what she was seeing. Of course, the most prominent element was the pink crate sitting on the soft grey carpet next to one of the black leather couches.

"Is she in there now?"

"No, you can check it if you want, it is empty. One sec, I just have to go to the washroom, too much beer. You can look around."

Curious, she pulled gently on the door open to look inside. Perhaps she felt a bit of disappointment when she confirmed that there was no rubber cat to be found.

"Sure, I need to go after too."

Those four or five paints of beer, I couldn't even remember, forced my kidneys to work intensively. As the soapy water from my hands was going down the drain, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wondering if I did the right thing by bringing this new girl home to satiate some sorts of physical needs. Was it even that? No. The sole reason why she was here was that I liked her. I knew it wouldn't have been possible for me to connect with someone only for the flesh part of it.

I kept those thoughts to myself as I walked back to the living room. Erika wasn't there anymore. It didn't take me long to find her lying down inside the crate from where she was smiling at me.

"It's not that big in here."

"Hehe. Erika, what are you doing? You want to sleep in there tonight?"

"Haha. No! I just wanted to get an idea of how it would feel. It's fun. Alright, I need to go to the washroom now."

She crawled back out of the box and leaped to the washroom. Once that out of the way, our fingers interlaced, and we went directly upstairs to the bedroom. It felt so natural for some reason.

"Okay, bed ... it's late," I said.

"Yes, let me help you."

To my surprise, Erika started undressing me. It was nothing sensual or anything. She was just performing this task to be helpful. Maybe she sensed one of my biggest vulnerabilities. Kitty had never done such a thing for me as her fingers were encased in rubber mittens at all times. My soul was probably screaming for this kind of attention. Erika must have heard it.

Before I could return the favor, she stepped away with a gentle smile as if to not make me feel rejected. She tossed her clothes on the laminated floor, leaving her down to her blue lacy bra and panties. Her mostly exposed body was oozing desirability. Being more tired than shy, she quickly slid under the sheets and called me over.

"Okay, lights out! I'm dead. Come here and hold me. I'm cold."

The darkness allowed me to rediscover Erika's body by only using my sense of smell and touch. When I joined her in bed, I turned to my side, and she instinctively pushed her back against me to spoon. It felt so right. The warmth of human skin was exquisite.

As much as I loved the feel of latex on Kitty, this was something else. It was comforting to allow another person to touch me directly without an intermediary. I wrapped my arms around her, and that was it for the night. There was no need to talk tonight. There was no need for sex tonight. There was no need for worries tonight.

Soon enough, the morning sun was hitting my face, melting away a vague dream that I wouldn't remember anyway. I must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. It was more pleasant to scan my body and try to understand all the sensations I was experiencing.

Somehow, I rolled to my back during my sleep. It felt like Erika adjusted herself to my new position. I could feel her body wrapped around me like a koala on a tree. Her head was resting on the relaxed muscles of my shoulder and arm. Motionless on my chest was her hand. Her knee was up over my hip. She used her toes to scratch the inside of my thigh gently. She was awake too. Far to dislike it, I still felt a bit odd in this atmosphere.

Simply put, she was not Kitty.

"Morning, Mark. Did you sleep well?"

"Morning, Erika. Yes, you are a very comfortable girl to sleep with, I must say."

"Awww... I know! Hey, thank you for not trying things last night. I appreciate it. I was so tired," she said, rubbing my chest and belly with her soft hand.

"So, where is Kitty now?"

"She is away for a bit. She will come back in a few days. Don't worry about it. She won't show up out of nowhere."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm just curious about her, that's all. I built a mental image of her personality in my mind, but I'd like to see if she is like it for real. By the way, where did you get the pink catsuit? It was super cute in the pictures you showed me. I may have dreamed about it too. It's your fault."

There was a feeling of obsession in the air. Right away, Erika's focus was on Kitty and not on me, or us. Honestly, I didn't think much of it, though. Erika just seemed as if she had discovered something amazing and couldn't wait to learn more about it. It happened to me in the past. I knew the feeling and could recognize and accept it in others. In a word, she was excited. I extended my arm to grab my phone that was sitting on the nightstand. I showed her the website.

"That is a local shop, believe it or not. We just went on-site, and Kitty described to them precisely what she was looking for. Measuring her from head to toe was easy since she was wearing her black catsuit, even though there was a big hole under her arm. They did an amazing job, and we got our product within a week for a reasonable extra fee. It was urgent, after all, since Kitty was so distressed. She said the new suit was even comfier than the old one. Look, it's based on this model ..."

Erika pinched the screen out to zoom in to get a better look at the details. It was adorable. Paws, feet, hood were all attached. The pastel pink latex with an accent of white inside the ears and around the eyes and mouth made it look super girly.

"Well, it's not cheap, but if the quality is good, then it would be worth it, I suppose," she said.

"Totally worth it. Kitty's new paws even have padding in them, so she is even more helpless than before."

"What happened to the black suit then?"

"Nothing, she was ALWAYS wearing it, so the latex finally gave up. Those things are not eternal. She was so sad when she ripped the arm. She wouldn't stop crying until we started shopping for a new one. Choosing the color and features cheered her up quite a bit. She probably won't admit it, but I think she likes the new one much better."

Erika's body stretched a bit. It could have been an ordinary morning stretch or simply that she was a bit turned on by the thought of wearing a latex catsuit herself. The truth belonged to her.

"Mark, I don't want to leave the bed. Tell me more about you two. Last night you said you would."

"Are you begging me? Hehe. We can stay in bed all day. What do you want to know?"

"I don't know ... just continue where you were at yesterday. Did Kitty really wear a catheter for a full three months."

"For the past year, yes. We are replacing it every two months or so. She didn't have any control over her bladder since the first day we tried it. I'm the one who decides when she can relieve herself when her urine bag is not connected. There is nothing she can do about it. She has no fingers. As a bonus, she discovered that the balloon inside her bladder is making her feel like she needs to go permanently. It drives her nuts."

"Jesus. You, guys, are extreme. Oh, I know what I want you to tell me. You said that you needed to talk to her about her food habits. It seems like she skipped a lot of meals, do you know why? That can't be good," she said.

"Ah, yes. That. I've never been sure why Kitty was acting like that, but it is no longer a problem, we found a solution. She regained some weight and has much more energy. She feels fantastic and looks fantastic as well."

"How did you help her with that?"

"Oh boy ... Well ..."

***

For the next month after the catheter event, it was just pure enjoyment. To me, it was more and more like taking care of a pet. Kitty was helpless without me. Wearing the latex catsuit almost permanently was preventing her from doing anything useful outside having sex. She couldn't remove her suit alone. She couldn't pee alone. She couldn't brush her teeth alone. It was quite a bit of time taken away from me, but in the end, it was all quality time I could spend with my catgirl. It was just magnificent.

Our weekends consisted of me tying her up in all ways possible and having fun with her helpless rubber body. We couldn't get enough of that. As a side effect, this caused an increase in bondage equipment in our collection. We got new cuffs, leash, lockable collars, gags, and harnesses. We also got her some more sex toys for when she was in the crate. One of them, in particular, was a remote-controlled vibrator, which she hated. I made her lose her mind more than once using it.

She was rarely getting out of her catsuit. Only once a week, to be exact. Friday evenings were when I was unzipping her and let her spend an hour or two in the bathroom. She was cleaning herself thoroughly along with her latex suit. As much as it was tempting, I was not allowed to participate or even take a peek. She never changed her mind about me seeing her without a suit. I didn't remember much of what she looked like at this point under that black skin. My girlfriend was a kinky, latex, sex cat, and that was it. There was no human anymore.

Occasionally I wondered, if she were to drop the catsuit, would I still be attracted to her? Maybe she was worried about the same thing, and it was reason enough to keep wearing it. Regardless, I didn't think of her as Theresa anymore. She was a hundred percent Kitty, the latex cat. Only one area of concern remained at this point in our relationship.

"NO!"

"Kitty, stop acting like that."

"No!"

"Why are you refusing to eat?"

"I'm not. I'm just not hungry."

It was a Friday evening, I came back from work, she was locked in her crate, and I was talking to her through the bars. During the day, she couldn't get out of her box, so I provided her with water and food items that were easy to eat. However, the stubborn rubber cat was not eating them most of the time, and it was becoming a concern. Once again, today, I found, uneaten, all the food that I left in her crate before leaving for work.

"Kitty, you lost weight during the past month, you were already tiny. Aren't you feeling a bit low on energy?"

"... I'm fine. If I overeat, it makes me too aroused."

"Is that even possible? Well, once again, you didn't eat all day, and you wasted the food I made for you. Are you not going to listen to me?"

"..."

"Okay, then. You stay in the crate until you are hungry."

"Meow!"

I walked away, frustrated, and went for a shower. While I was scrubbing my skin, I was trying to think of a way to fix this mess. I grabbed the handheld showerhead and started to rinse off the soap from my body. I aimed it at my face and shot some water inside my mouth by accident, which made me cough like an imbecile. But then, it struck me ... I had found a potential solution to make my beloved Kitty eat more.

It was around 6:30 pm when I went back to see her with an ultimatum. I passed her some unwrapped granola bars through the door and explained the deal to her.

"Eat those, now."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"... yes."

"Okay, you stay in there until tomorrow morning then. Congrats, it will be your first time spending two full days in a row in the crate."

"Mmmm ... I could get used to that," she said, a bit turned on.

"Don't be so sure, Kitty. If those granola bars are not all eaten when I wake up, you are never going to eat again."

"..."

She looked confused at my last statement. She had this look in her eyes, saying, 'I know Mark loves me, surely he won't let me die of hunger.' I passed her a fresh bottle of water and left her there for the night. I watched a movie then went to bed early to read a book. I didn't speak or check on her at all. I wanted her to think about what I told her.

The next morning, I went to the kitchen to make coffee then went to see her. The urine bag was full. I'd not be surprised if her bladder were full as well. I looked through the bars, and she was deep asleep. I saw that she drank all the water, but in terms of food, she only ate three of the four granola bars I told her to eat. It was not even close to being a regular meal, and she didn't even eat them all. This was ridiculous. I poked her in the ass to wake her up.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up."

"Mmm ... is it morning already?"

I showed her the uneaten bar.

"See ... you've done it."

"Oh .. wait, I was keeping it for this morning, I swear. I'll eat it now," she pleaded.

"Too late. No more eating for you."

"Wait .. what do you mean? I do eat ... just not as much as you. How do you want me not to eat?"

I frowned at that question.

"Kitty, I explained this to you already. You don't eat enough, and I'm worried about you. So it is time for a change. Stay there until I come back, I have to go shopping.

"Ok ... but I need to pee now."

"I'll be back in an hour. You'll live."

"Mark! Wait!"

I just walked away, ignoring her. I had a plan, and I was going to activate it.

It took me about an hour to find what I needed at the store and come back home. When I entered my house, there was a whining noise coming from a particular rubber cat. I didn't even have time to get to the living room before I heard some begging.

"Please ... you have to make me pee ... It's so bad now ... "

I got to the crate and started unlocking it. I wouldn't keep her in that state forever just because I was frustrated.

"But you are cute when you are like that. Alright, come on."

I led her to the washroom. I emptied the bag in the toilet and unclamped her catheter. That was a lot of pee all at once. She was not pretending this time around. I carried her in my arms back to the couch. She pointed at the big box on the coffee table.

"What is this?"

"Those are your new teeth."

"Uh? What? Are you feeling okay?

She put her paw on my forehead as if to check my temperature. I pushed it away.

"Hehe. Stop it. It is a blender. I'll blend all your food from now on."

"Bleh! No ... this is gross. Blended food won't make me eat more."

"As I said, you are not going to eat anymore. Here ... check this out."

I put a plastic package in her small arms.

"What ... What is this thing?"

"A feeding tube. You were fine losing control over your bladder, so this isn't any different. You now lost control over your food."

"Aaaaannnh!! Mmmm ... wait ... What are you saying? ... aaaaanh!!"

She started twisting around as her treacherous brain decided to assault her again with sexual waves. Her rational mind was saying one thing, but her fantasy brain cranked up to overdrive. I thought this would happen. The idea of being force-fed was just too erotic to bear. Unconsciously, her paws went directly to her crotch. This time, I was not willing to offer her a way out of this. This would go ahead, and she had to accept it.

"Alright, sit back and relax. I'll put it in. Be nice, because I won't change my mind."

I followed the instructions carefully and calculated the length I needed. After lubricating one end of the tube, I started pushing it inside one of her nostrils. She didn't react too badly. She couldn't realize what was happening to her entirely. She was confused.

Her little heart was saying, "this is so hot," but her logic was not agreeing with this. The heart won. The tube slowly went down her throat, tickling her inside and weirding her out. I talked to her while it was happening, gentle supporting words, and made her accept the situation better. I could tell she was a bit anxious.

Once the tube was in place, we tested the system with some water from a syringe. To Kitty, it felt as if she was drinking ... without the drinking part. I was increasingly confident that this would work as well as I had hoped. The final touch was some medical crazy glue that I used to cement the tube inside her nostril. It wouldn't be permanent, of course, but it will stay there for a while. I cut the end of the tube, only leaving a centimeter or so out. Just enough to connect the feeding syringes.

"All done. How does it feel?"

She touched her nose carefully with her paw.

"Mmm ... Good. Weird ... but ... good."

"How does it feel knowing you are not going to eat anymore?"

"Aaanhh!... stop saying that! aaanh!"

"Okay, let's prepare your first meal then. Come with me."

Out of habit, I sat her on top of the kitchen island. She wouldn't stop touching her nose. It would take some time for her to get used to it. I made her breakfast but threw everything inside of the blender and mixed it with water until I had a smooth liquid. I took a big syringe and filled it with the whole liquefied meal. It was time to feed the cat.

I stepped in front of her, and she wrapped her rubber legs around my waist. Holding me was making her feel a bit safer. She was willing to try but not without my reassuring presence nearby.

"Mark ... Is this not too much? I don't want to die," she said nervously.

"Don't worry, Kitty, this is a small size meal. It's not too much. Trust me. Alright, open up!"

"Very funny. Mmm ... go slow ... I'm a bit scared."

"Don't worry. You'll be ok. Just let me know how you feel."

I started pushing the liquid food through her feeding tube. As planned, it went down right to her stomach. She could even talk at the same time.

"It feels weird. I can feel it."

"Does it feel bad?"

"... No. It's ... it's kind of hot."

"Yes, because you are a pervert. There, all done."

"What? That is it? All of that went inside me? It didn't even take thirty seconds."

"I know, right. And we will do it again two more times today. Like what normal people do."

"That's too much ... "

"No, it is not. It is normal. And you don't have a choice anymore. Now come upstairs, I didn't have any Kitty fun last night, and it is unfair. Let's see how you perform when fueled up properly."