Day 4, Homecoming

Bitch was too swollen to fit back into her pants, so I had her put on a pair of my sweatpants, which fit well enough. Tits got my shirt and shorts again, while I, of course, had plenty of my own clothes. That put us good enough to get around the building to move stuff. Bitch even lived on the same floor, so we didn't have to worry about stairs or the elevator. Good enough.

We had most of the stuff moved in that we were going to before Candy called again. We had the rest of the month to get everything cleared out, so good enough for now, I decided.

"How are things?" I sat back on the couch with Tits beside me as I answered.

"Things are happening, that's for sure."

"Well? Don't leave me hanging."

"The girls worked on Jenn for a while, just got done a short time ago, in fact. I'm not sure if they fully converted her or just got her in the right mindset temporarily, but when I touched her this time, she had the convulsions. She's tied up now but is still looking pretty out of it from whatever they did."

"So they just held her down and **** orgasms on her?" Bitch had apparently stripped down while I was talking and now curled up at my feet. She was looking a bit less swollen than before. Was her body absorbing my spunk?

"That's what it looked like, well Mel was ****-feeding Jenn her juices too, but also playing with her tits. Speaking of Jenn is pretty stacked, should be interesting to see how much they grow." She wasn't kidding, Jenn's tits were probably her most prominent feature. She was slightly bigger now than Candy had become after her conversion.

"No kidding, think she might rival Mel? Speaking of, are the girls back under your control now?"

"Yeah soon as they handed Jenn over for me to touch, I got full control back. And I doubt it, Jenn's big, but even if she doubles in size like I did well... Let's just say it looks like Mel is trying to smuggle a pair of prize-winning watermelons. It's a good thing she's so muscular, or I'm not sure she'd be able to stand."

Well, god damn. "Can't wait to see her. So, six to seven hours, you should be able to come over, right?"

"Yeah, once she's changed and under control, I'll get her dressed and head over. Should be late enough people shouldn't be a problem."

"Great. Cathy should be back tonight or early tomorrow, so we should all stay here until she can look the situation over, so bring stuff for at least one overnight. My sisters got a big bed you can crash in with at least Victoria." For the hell of it, I tried to think a command to Candy over the phone.

"Appreciate it, and that makes sense. We've got plenty of time to pack while waiting on Jenn. I'll call before we head out to give you a heads up." With that, Candy hung up.

Well, looks like I couldn't send mental commands long distance since she didn't call me master, too bad, but good to know.

Back to getting Bitch settled in, I guess.

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I'd left Bitch's bed at her apartment, she wouldn't need it, but we'd grabbed blankets and extra pillows to set her up a pet bed in my room. The living room had plenty of room to set up her work station, which was this really fancy thing that looked like a cross between a drafting table and a computer. Thankfully, it broke down into easy-to-move parts. Most of her stuff just ended up in boxes and filled closets though. She really hadn't had much stuff.

We did raid her fridge and pantry to move what little food she had over. Like the rest of her place, it was extremely spartan. Her former emaciated look, together with an apartment that looked barely lived in, seemed to paint an odd view of someone who had been rather self-neglectful.

Odd to think I was doing her something of a favour taking over her life, but the impression stuck. Maybe she was one of those starving artist types? She definitely seemed like a different person when her work was involved.

Lack of friends and outside interests made her conversion to sex pet easier as well, I guess, so I wasn't complaining.

No complaints from her about getting nude and back on all fours again when we were done, too. Strange.

We settled back in front of the TV to wait for whoever was going to show up first.

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Keys rattling in the door told me Cathy was home. I told the girls to stay by the couch and got up to meet her. Cathy was a sight for sore eyes. Long red hair over tanned skin, you might have thought her Irish, but she claimed her family was Russian. She was definitely good-looking, but I thought of her more like a sister than I did my actual sister.

"Hey goober!" She greeted me, walking in the door, pulling her luggage behind her. She started forward like she was going to hug me, but I waved her off.

"Whoa! No touchy! You don't want to catch what I got, and it spreads by skin contact."

"You got a magic skin disease? How the fuck did you manage that?"

"It's more like a curse, but I guess it does kind of spread like a disease. Look, just sit at that end of the table, and I'll sit over here and tell you about my last four days, and then we can take it from there, okay?"

"Sure dude, sounds like it should be one hell of a story. Also, who's the chick?" She gestured at Tits, who was still sitting in front of the TV.

"She's part of it. I'll introduce you later."

Then I launched into my tale, and Cathy just listened. She was a great listener, and I'd unloaded many a tale of personal tragedy on her over the years. It wasn't all one-sided, of course. Cathy was my best friend, and she'd unloaded her own problems on my ears plenty.

When I was done, not leaving out any details in case she needed to know, she sat back and processed things for a bit.

"So an AI wrote you a ritual? And it actually worked."

"Yeah, but I doubt as intended."

"Yeah, no shit, for one thing, you fucked up the limiter."

"The what?"

"The thing that limits the scope of the spell, dumbass, I know I've explained this before." At my blank look, she continued. "The ritual called for a name, that would have limited the scope to just that person. By leaving it open-ended, you've encouraged it to keep growing." Well shit. "Not to mention you probably screwed who knows what else up by not using the right ingredients."

"I got mostly everything."

"Anything you changed has repercussions, not to mention we can't trust a spell written by a fucking robot in the first place. I'm amazed you got anything to work at all, really."

"I didn't expect it to work, it was more about feeling better after getting shit on by Jenn. But it did work, it seems to be getting stronger even."

"Yeah, and that's bad. Calling it a curse is probably fairly accurate. And I fucking warned you about Jenn, too. Okay, bring 'Tits' over and let me have a look at her."

"I told you why I'm calling her that." I said before calling her over.

Tits walked up to the table, full nude, cause of course she'd stripped down while I was talking to Cathy. Her nudity didn't seem to bother Cathy at all though, as she got up and started looking Tits over. "Yeah, I know, and it makes sense in a you sort of way even. Unfortunately, I think you may be giving her a new personality because of it, though."

"I'm what!?"

"It sounds like she's building a new personality on top of her old memories. I might be wrong though. Might be she's accessing the parts of her old personality that fit the new persona instead."

"Can you undo the curse though? That's the important part."

"Maybe? Look Steven, this is a right mess. You don't even remember exactly what you did to start it. I'm pretty sure I can isolate it at least. You're having all the women involved come over?"

"Yeah, everyone should be here tonight, with uh.. One exception showing up sometime tomorrow..."

Cathy laughed. "Yeah, Brenda. Well, I can't blame you, and I can't say she doesn't deserve it after what she did to you. And it's not like one more person is going to make this any worse."

I stood up and walked over, careful to keep my distance. "Thanks, Cathy. I don't know what I would do without you." And that's when Cathy came flying forward into my arms.

"What the fuck!" I shouted as my best friend started convulsing while I held her up. I looked over at Tits, who had obviously shoved Cathy towards me. "Why the fuck would you do that?!" Tits pointed down at Bitch, who apparently had been about to touch Cathy's leg moments before.

"What. The. Hell." I yelled at the crawling woman, who looked scared and shaken.

"I'm sorry Master! I couldn't stop myself, I tried. I've been fighting the urge to touch her since she came in, and it was just too strong."

Shit shit shit! I set Cathy down in a seat as she started to recover. I looked up at Tits's blank face. She couldn't talk, couldn't warn me. But she could make sure Cathy kept her mind by having me convert her instead of Bitch, who would have made a drone. That was not the action of someone who was mindless.

I hugged Tits to me and whispered thanks in her ear as she hugged me back. Looking down at Bitch it was obvious she expected the worst kind of punishment I could deal, but didn't try to run or hide, just looked at the floor while trembling with fear.

Fuck me, this was a mess. "It wasn't your fault. It's this fucking curse. I'm not going to punish you for it." Bitch looked up at me in amazement, well no wonder, as I had been quite a dick to her today. But for cause, this wasn't her fault.

I went back to Cathy. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine now, maybe a bit lightheaded. What happened?"

"I told you how the curse had been compelling people to spread it, well Bitch, Um Patricia, was apparently about to grab your leg."

"Heh, keep calling her Bitch. It fits her. Being your fuck pet fits her too. You should order her to obey me too and we can share the bitch." Cathy looked over at the bitch in question and got her fist look at the new Patricia. "Holy shit! Is that really her?"

"Yeah, I told you the curse changes people."

"Right, to make them attractive to you. That's quite an upgrade she got though. Well, I guess we're fucked then, no way I can fix this in six hours."

"You're taking this pretty calmly, but you have more than six hours. She never touched you. Tits shoved you into my arms first."

"No shit? Well thanks, I guess." Cathy told Tits. Then she turned back to me. "Well, at least I get to keep my mind, which is what you'd prefer."

"Obviously, though I'd rather you weren't affected at all."

"Might be for the best, now I can work at this thing from the inside, and I don't have to worry about Bitch or Candy, was it?" I nodded. "touching me. I'm not going to complain about getting some big tits either." She waggled her eyebrows at me.

"You look fine as you are, Cathy. Why don't you look Bitch over why I try to find that website again?"

"Yeah that works. Damn, she does look pregnant." Cathy laughed, playing with Bitch's stomach while Bitch looked indignant.

That reminded me. "Bitch, you'll obey Cathy as you would me, got it? She's your master too."

"Mistress." Cathy corrected.

"Yes, Master. Yes, Mistress." Bitch looked more resigned now. Well, Cathy was a woman, so more her speed.

Tits followed me over to our computer, which was odd, but I didn't say anything. While I started trying to find that odd website again, she started massaging my shoulders unasked, which felt really good.

I looked back at her. Her face was still blank. "I should probably stop calling you Tits, huh? You keep acting more like a girlfriend than a mindless sex toy. Would you like it if I called you Kate instead?" She nodded, and was that a hint of a smile on her face? "Thank you Kate, you saved my friend's mind today. You might have saved us all."

I turned back to the computer, and Kate continued working on my shoulders, easing out the tension of this most recent crisis.

Seven girls caught in this mess with me now, eight when Brenda showed up tomorrow.

I hoped Cathy could at least slow this thing down. I looked back to see a laughing Cathy playing with Bitch's milky tits. Shit, maybe I'd better hope Cathy wants to slow this thing down.

Well, in six hours or so, I could order her to. I could order her to do all sorts of things.

I shut that thought down hard and went back to work. I was not going to let this make me a monster.