Mitzy loses control.

I don’t really think about what I do. He’s told me to do this and I obey with a desire to please him... and myself. I fumble at his zipper, the sound loud to my new ears as it descends, my small hand reaches in, careful with my new claws, and grips him. I’m so tiny now and his stirring manhood feels so big. I squeeze it and rub it with adoration as I slip it out then nuzzle it. My new skin is so tactile and I can feel his warmth on my cheek, smell his masculine musk on me, as though he were marking me as his territory. I kiss his flanged head, course tongue swirling about his glans and clinging. He tastes so good. And I get a hint of precum. That’s when I lose myself to my animal side. I become a kitten in heat.

It’s only urgent images now. My head bobbing, rubbing, mewling, breasts around his cock, worshipping, wanting, hungry for more. Time has no meaning. He tenses and my mouth wraps about his head and it slides deep into my convulsing throat as I milk him. He cums and I purr as he fills my stomach. I love this. My need. My powerless state. A creature of needs and animal urges. An obedient fuck pet. I swallow every drop then lick his glorious cock clean as he shivers in overwrought pleasure.

“Good girl... such a good girl...” he says.

I beam at the praise as I lick my lips. I want more. I want his cock in me. In my pussy. “Meow?” I ask. He laughs.,

“Not now girl. Maybe later....”