Master! Master! Pt. 01

To be honest, after the day I had had, the strangest thing about this was that I was walking my cat. If my dog had suddenly turned into a naked girl, bringing her here wouldn't seem so weird. Soon enough, Momo and I circled back to the car and she put her clothes back on, blissfully fatigued. We returned home, but as soon as she stripped, I was able to see the effect of the walk.

"Jesus, you're filthy. I thought cats were supposed to be clean animals. It looks like you rolled around on the ground."

"Momo found some nice patches of warm soil. Momo will clean herself off."

Just as she was a regular cat, she started licking herself, trying to wash away the dirt and grime. This wasn't going to cut it; I was going to have to really bathe her. The question was if I would be able to control myself.

"Come on, let's get you into the shower."

Her ears perked up in confusion. "Huh? Shower?"

I brought her into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The loud hissing of the water made her jump back and hide behind me.

"Relax, it's just water." I wetted my hand and flicked some droplets at her, but that just made her more uncomfortable. Even with a new body, cats still didn't like getting wet. "Momo, you're going in there whether you like it or not."

"No! Momo doesn't want to!"

"If you don't do it, I won't let you on the furniture anymore."

"Well... will Master do it with Momo?"

That was something I had been hoping to avoid. For God's sake, Momo! I'm just a man! I don't do well with temptation!

"I can't, because then my clothes would get wet."

She scowled at me. "Then take them off!"

Crap, she was smarter than I thought. It seemed like I would have to bite the bullet.

"Ok, fine, but you don't get out until you're clean."

I took off my clothes, with Momo no longer being alone in the nude. But there was something she couldn't help but notice.

"What's that?" she asked, looking at my log, for truly, I had wood.

"Don't mind that. Just... don't." And of course, being a cat, she swatted it like it was a toy mouse. "Don't do that!" I barked, already suffering from blue balls.

I turned her around and pushed her into the shower. She fought against me, sticking to the nearby corner to avoid the water. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her straight into the spray. Shrieking from the downpour, she turned around and pounced on me, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

"Uh, Momo? Do you think you could climb off me?"

I was in a precarious position, with Momo's slit resting on the shaft of my manhood and her melon breasts smooshed against my chest.

"No! Momo isn't letting go!"

Stuck with the situation, I decided to make due and step into the full spray of the shower, pretty much dragging her down with me. She winced and tightened her hold, feeling the hot water pouring down on her, but once her body was completely soaked, she began to relax. While her arms remained locked around my neck, she released her legs and stepped down. But that just made the situation worse, as now my manhood was gripped in her thigh gap and the feeling was almost more than I could handle.

"Momo, I really need you to let go!"

"No!"

I tried pushing her off but her arms remained firm. I could only manage to push her back a few inches before she would close the gap, with my manhood sliding back and forth across her labia. She continued to squirm, her every movement increasing the intensity of what I was feeling. I had enough self-control not to commit the taboo, but I had to act to relieve the pressure. Hoping Momo would forgive me, I began thrusting forward between her legs, rubbing my equipment against hers rather than actually penetrating her.

Momo began to blush, getting the same intense feelings as I was. "Master, what are you- oh! Master, that tickles!"

Her tail writhed and curled, her ears twitched nonstop, and she panted in arousal as we both approached climax. I achieved it first, a much-needed orgasm that sent semen shooting through the air and splattering the wall behind Momo. She hadn't yet experienced her own orgasm, but her hold on me weakened enough for me to finally break free of her grip and separate the two of us. Selfish as it was, it would probably be better if Momo didn't know what an orgasm was.

"Ok, first, let's wash your hair. I don't have any girl shampoo, but mine should work just fine."

I poured a puddle of Head & Shoulders into my hand and then started rubbing it into her scalp. Her eyes closed and she immediately began purring with a smile on her face. The more I lathered her hair, the more pleasure she seemed to feel. In a way, it looked like she would collapse any moment, falling asleep like a child having her hair brushed. She especially loved it when I toyed with her ears, and I got a kick out of it as well. I turned her black hair into a pile of white foam and had her step out of the water.

"We'll leave that to set for a couple minutes. Now it's time to clean your body. See that white block right there? Take that and use it to wash yourself."

She cocked her head to one side. "Huh?"

"Take it and rub against yourself. Think of it as like a tongue."

She picked up the soap, surprised by how slippery it was. "Can Master do it?" she asked.

"You mean show you on myself?"

"No, can Master wash Momo?"

After that first orgasm, I had lost a lot of pressure, but a large twitch moved through my dick.

"It would be better if you did it."

Her ears dropped and she looked back at the bar of soap. She began dabbing herself with the end, giving small sweeps with it like she was using a paintbrush. At the rate she was going, we would be in the shower all night.

"Ok, fine, but only this once. After this, you do it yourself."

I took the bar of soap from her and began scrubbing her arms. When she was an actual cat, having her legs touched normally made her shy away, but now she was actually purring from it, and again when I washed her belly, always with my eyes on her soft skin. I avoided her pelvic region altogether, both front and back. I didn't want to open that Pandora's Box. But when I put down the bar of soap, her ears perked up.

"Master, you haven't washed Momo here."

She was pointing to her breasts, which were, in turn, pointing up at me. They were beautiful, large enough to bounce with every movement she made, with quarter-sized areolas and bright pink nipples. I desperately wanted to touch them, but it was for that reason that I had avoided them. But Momo wouldn't take no for an answer.

"All right, turn around." She turned her back to me and I soaped up my hands and took a deep breath. "Here we go."

I reached around her and cupped her breasts. Her ears perked and a shiver crawled up her spine, but the sound she made was one of bliss. I began massaging the soft mountains, rolling them around in my hands and thoroughly lathering them. They fit in my palms perfectly, but no matter how hard I tried, they slipped out of my hands every time I squeezed. I couldn't help but toy with her nipples, making her both purr and whimper from the sensation.

"Master..." she cooed as her tail twisted like a snake.

Her reaction wasn't helping to calm my erection, which was now pressed against her ass. At last, I was able to pull myself away, but Momo wasn't done yet. She turned to me, blushing and unable to look me in the eye.

"Master, while you were rubbing Momo's chest, this part of felt weird," she murmured, framing her slit with her hands. "Can you wash it too?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No. That, you'll have to do yoursel-"

Once again, she refused my refusal and threw herself at me. She clung to my arm, grinding against it with my hand between her legs. Instinctively I flexed my fingers, moving them across her labia. That was clearly what she wanted, as along with a purr, she released a continuous whine, soft and sweet, almost a wince. The look on her face was adorable beyond words, a form of anguish composed of pure ecstasy, cheeks flushed, eyes trembling, her tongue wetting her soft lips. My self-control was unable to reach my arm and I continued to pleasure her, stroking her lips with my soapy fingers, playing her like a piano. But as her voice continued to escalate, I knew I was playing with fire. If Momo achieved an orgasm because of me, it would screw up everything.

Thinking fast, I pulled her back into the water, interrupting her bliss with a pouring rinse. She hissed and pulled away, screwing her eyes shut to keep the shampoo out. I managed to get a hold of her and wash the soap out of her hair. I swept across her body, wanting to get her out of the shower as soon as possible. As soon as she was clean, I pulled her out and gave her a towel.

"Here, dry yourself off with this and go to bed. I'll come out in a couple minutes."

Once she left, I stepped back into the shower and turned it to the cold setting. I needed to get this swelling down before I had a heart attack.

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More exhausted than I had been in a long time, I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at my bed like it was the love of my life. Momo was nowhere to be seen, probably passed out in the living room on the couch. Oh God, I just wanted to sleep. I went around the house, turning off all the lights, but I couldn't find Momo, meaning there was only one place she could be. I returned to my bed and lifted the blankets, finding her curled up in the sheets. A big part of me wanted to kick her out, but when she looked up at me and smiled, I just couldn't do it.

"Move over."

She did as I told her and I climbed into bed. As soon as I was under the blanket, Momo grasped my arm and pressed herself against me. Great, so much for the cold shower.

"Today was really fun, wasn't it, Master?"

"Yeah, I guess it was." The day had been stressful beyond words, but sure, it was fun as well.

"Good, Momo loves Master. Goodnight."

I smiled and rubbed her wet head, again making her purr. "And Master loves Momo," I said.

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Wearing her sweatpants and a t-shirt. Momo sat at my kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of her. She was clenching a spoon in her fist the way a child would, having a hard time getting the food to her mouth. She was not enjoying it in the least.

"Master, this is too hard. Can Momo please go back to eating on the floor without hands?"

"I'm having you do this because I want you to act like a person," I said from the other side of the table.

"But Momo is a cat."

I sighed. "Tell you what, once you master silverware, if you really want to, you can go back to eating out of your bowl."

"Can Momo not wear clothes?"

"Fine, go ahead. But if I ever tell you to get dressed and eat at the table, you got to do what I say. Deal?"

"Uh-huh."

Today was Sunday, a much needed day off. My boss hadn't called me in yet, but I refused to answer him even if he tried. I needed a day to rest, some time to stay at home and figure things out. I had slept very well, considering I had a naked girl clinging to me like moss, but maybe it was because of her that the night zipped by.

But the problem came when I woke up. I was on my back with Momo pinning my arm, somehow keeping it bent so that my hand was cupping a warm breast. Hello, morning wood. She woke up as I began to stir and rolled over, telling me she was hungry. Her morning breath was atrocious, to say the least. Her mouth was completely unwashed and I could still smell all the cat food she had eaten the previous day. My mission was clear: I had to teach Momo to brush her teeth.

Once she had finished her breakfast and stripped free of her hated clothes, I brought her into the bathroom and sat her down.

"Master, what are we doing? Momo doesn't have to take another shower, right?"

"Well considering that it's summer, you'll probably have to take one every night to wash off the sweat and bug spray from our walks. But right now, I'm going to teach you how to brush your teeth."

"Brush my teeth?"

"I'm sure you've seen me do it before. You take a small brush and scrape it against your teeth. You need to do it twice a day or they'll rot and I'll have to yank them out."

Her hair stood on end at the warning. Let's face it, it's not like I could take my transformed cat to the dentist. If anything happened to her teeth, I would have to take care of it the old-fashioned way, with a glass of whiskey and a pair of pliers. I had to hope it would never come to that.

"Will Master do it to Momo?"

I expected her to ask that.

"Only the first time so that you'll know what it's supposed to feel like. Afterwards, you do it yourself. Remember, twice a day." Momo remained sitting on the floor and I retrieved an extra toothbrush and a half-filled tube of paste from the medicine cabinet behind my mirror. "You start by wetting the toothbrush in the sink, putting some toothpaste on it, and wetting it again." I showed her how to do it and crouched down, putting one hand on the back of her neck in case she tried to pull away. "Then you go through every corner of your mouth, thoroughly scrubbing every surface of every tooth."

I brought the brush to Momo's lips and she nervously opened her mouth, having no idea what this would feel like. The moment I started brushing her teeth, a tremor ran through her. She squirmed with every touch of the bristles on the soft tissue of her gums and tongue and she gave a garbled whine. Her face was moving as much as her body, showing an almost pained expression but with her cheeks flushed as if in embarrassment. It took more and more effort for me to reach each tooth, the growing force I used making her react more and more, but I was always careful not to hurt her or agitate her gag reflex.

The longer I brushed her teeth, the more I noticed something. This was sexy as fuck! The way she was writhing, that look on her face, it was like she was using a high-powered vibrator for the first time in her life and couldn't handle the sensations! Her breasts jiggled like water balloons and she was rubbing her thighs together as if she was taunting me. And the almost phallic object swirling around in her mouth while white liquid dripped from her lips, why was this making me so hard?! I had once again become painfully erect, inflicting onto Momo what looked like nothing short of sexual anguish.

A friend of mine once mentioned seeing something just like this in an anime. I had just ignored him, not being into that cartoon shit and unable to understand how dental hygiene could possibly be made sexy. Acting out that exact scene, I had to wonder what the fuck kind of anime was he watching?!

Finally, I pulled away the toothbrush and Momo spit out a mouthful of minty foam, letting the white liquid run down her chin and drip onto her breasts. I'll be honest, I ejaculated a little when she did that. After waiting for my body to calm down, I got Momo to her feet and had her spit out the last of the foam into the sink. I then cleaned her off, again watching her breasts jiggle as I wiped them with a tissue. Momo stared at herself in the mirror, panting and blushing.

"So how was that? I wasn't too rough on you, was I?"

"Momo... might need Master's help. Can Master brush Momo's teeth again tonight?"

Uh-oh.

"No... sorry. You, uh... you only get one. How about you go take a nap on the couch, I uh... need to take care of something in here."

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Just a few minutes after pushing Momo out of the bathroom, I opened the door, taking a grateful breath of air. My legs were shaky, my tank was empty, and my body was flushed with endorphins. Speaking of flushed, at least a shot glass's worth of my little soldiers were on their way to a watery grave. Sorry, boys. I stepped into the living room and looked around, not seeing Momo. I found her soon enough at the veranda door... where I happened to keep her litter box. Seeing her squatting over the tiny sandbox, my mind seemingly went blank for a moment, as if to protect itself from the horrible realization that came just a second later.

I'm going to have to toilet-train my cat.

Well, it's a good thing I rubbed one out beforehand, because I might not be able to look at her the same way for a while. I took another deep breath, trying to work up the courage I desperately needed.

"Momo, before you go in your box, can you come back into the bathroom, please? There's one more thing I have to teach you."

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Momo was huddled on the couch in the fetal position, wearing clothes by choice for the first time. I expected no less. Showering with her had been easy compared to... *shudder* teaching her to use the toilet. Considering the way she had straddled my hand the previous night, teaching her to clean up the front was no problem. But when it came to the back, well, it was just like when the vet would take her temperature. She had hissed at me, refused to look at me, and even swatted at me a few times. The one brief moment we made eye contact, her face was flushed with rage and humiliation.

She didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. I gave her dinner on the floor the way she liked, but she wouldn't eat it until I left the kitchen. She didn't want to go to the park like she did the night before and I knew better than to push my luck with another shower. With Momo spending the night on my couch rather than in my bed, I was starting to get worried about our relationship. Hopefully things would be better in the morning.

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I woke up with Momo once again on top of me, but like the morning before, we were both under the covers. She was using me like a mattress, her bare back against my chest and my manhood pressed against her ass, with nothing but the fabric of my boxers preventing penetration. This was a good sign. The fact that she had climbed into my bed last night showed that she had forgiven me for the toilet training. If the lessons stuck, we could put that chapter behind us

Since today was a workday, it was my alarm that woke me up. The harsh ringing made Momo stir and she slowly rolled over so that our chests were pressed together. She gave a wide yawn and blinked her sleepiness away.

"Good morning, Momo."

"Mornin', Master."

"Ready for breakfast?"

"Uh-huh."

She then sat up, straddling my lap, and with a yawn and stretch, her breasts were pushed out as if on display. This combined with my natural morning wood into something Momo could not ignore, as it was grinding against her the same way it had in the shower.

"Master, your thing is hard again."

"Yeah, uh... just ignore it."

Rather than do what I told her, Momo pulled down my boxers, showing my erection laid out on my stomach like a fallen log. She started batting it around with her hands, the way she would a toy. A wide smile crossed her face as she watched it bounce and swing from side to side.

"Momo, stop!"

Once again, she seemed not to hear me. She grabbed my dick with her hands and started rolling it in her grip. She was completely immersed in her new plaything, and I was unable to stop her, my strength failing as I received a handjob from my cat. My orgasm was almost immediate, a result of all the tension that had built up these past few days, regardless of the load I had emptied yesterday. The sight of semen on my stomach and the softening of my penis piqued Momo's curiosity. She lowered her head, her nose twitching.

"Momo knows this smell. The trash bin next to Master's bed always smells like it."

Then, before I could stop her, she opened her mouth and licked up the white puddle on my stomach. Definitely a stroke of luck, Momo's feline tongue didn't stay with her when she transformed into a person. The sight of my semen on her tongue horrified me, but she rolled it around in her mouth and smiled.