Piage mackys first day as a real cat girl

"Miaow!" Piage Macky giggled as she adjusted her neon-pink cat ears and swished her tail playfully. She loved her online persona as an E-girl, but today she was taking it to the streets. The sun was shining, and the park was bustling with life. She had just posted a teaser of her new content set on her social media, and the anticipation of her followers' reactions was giving her a thrill. The crisp autumn air kissed her bare legs as she strutted along the sidewalk, her skirt barely grazing her upper thighs. The shiny tube top showcased her ample assets, and she knew the outfit would drive her fanbase wild.

As she approached the park, a young man in a hoodie caught her eye. He looked like a regular fan, the kind that always lurked in her DMs. His eyes went wide when he recognized her, and she gave him a knowing wink. He stumbled over his own feet, his cheeks flushing red. Piage took it as a cue to put on a show. She leaned against a lamppost, her legs bent at the knee, and began to purr softly, running her hand along the curve of her hip. The man couldn't resist. He approached her, his gaze glued to her chest.

"Hi there, kitty," he murmured, his voice cracking with excitement. "Could I, uh, get a picture with you?"

Piage rolled her eyes playfully. "But of course, darling," she purred. "What kind of picture did you have in mind?"

The young man fumbled with his phone, his eyes darting around nervously to ensure no one was watching. "Well, I was hoping for something, uh, a bit more... intimate."

"Intimate?" Piage cocked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly what he was hinting at, but she decided to play along. "How intimate, exactly?"

The young man looked around again before leaning in closer. "You know, the kind of picture where you show off your... uh... your kitty's gape. It's totally hot, right?"

Piage felt disgusted by the thought, and she knew she should get away from him. The thought of her tight little asshole and pussy being stretched wide was something she'd never considered before, but the desperation in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"Look, I don't do that kind of stuff," she protested, her voice trembling. "I'm just here to have a bit of fun, okay?"

But before she could even turn to walk away, the young man's voice took on a firm, authoritative tone that sent a jolt through her body. "I said, bend over, kitty."

Piage felt her legs lock in place and her body move against her will. Her knees bent, and she leaned over the bench next to the lamp post, her skirt hiking up to reveal her lacy underwear. She could feel the cool metal against her bare stomach, and she tried to protest, to scream, but all that came out was a soft, involuntary "mow."

The young man chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Looks like you need some practice before the picture," he said, his voice deep and commanding. He reached out and hooked his thumbs into her underwear, ripping it aside with surprising strength. Piage felt a wave of fear and revulsion, but her body was a puppet to his whims. He pulled out a bottle of lube from his pocket and squeezed a generous amount onto his thick fingers.

Without any warning, he pushed his thumb into her asshole, stretching her open with ease. Piage let out a muffled meow of protest, but her body responded to the intrusion with a strange, unwelcome arousal. She could feel her asshole clenching around his digit, trying to resist, but it was futile. The man's grin grew wider as he worked a second thumb into her tight opening, stretching her further than she ever thought possible. The pain was intense, but the nanomachines within her were already working to ease the discomfort, making way for the monstrous cock she knew was to follow.

The crowd in the park had begun to take notice, some whispering, others openly staring as the scene unfolded. Yet, no one dared to intervene. The new world order had ingrained the rules deeply into everyone's psyche, and the sight of a woman being used in such a manner was disturbingly commonplace.

The young man, now emboldened by the lack of interference, took a step back to admire his handiwork. "Perfect," he murmured, stroking his cock to full length. It stood erect, a grotesque caricature of a human member, thick and veiny. Piage's eyes widened in horror as he approached, her mind racing with the thought of that monstrosity tearing into her.

"M-mister," she mewed, "please, I-"

"Quiet, kitty," he interrupted, his voice a low growl. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at the towering erection before her. The sight made her stomach churn, but she couldn't deny the strange, sickening allure it had over her. The nanomachines were doing their job, making sure she was ready for what was to come.

With one hand, he spread her ass cheeks apart, and with the other, he guided his cock to her now-stretched anus. Piage felt the head of his penis nudge against her, the pressure building as he pushed. She tried to scream, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a whimpering "mow." The crowd gathered closer, eager to watch the show, some even placing bets on how wide she would stretch.

The man's grip tightened on her hair as he pushed into her, inch by inexorable inch. Piage's eyes watered, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt.

The crowd around them grew denser, the air thick with excitement and lust as the man's hips began to thrust, his cock plunging deeper into her stretched asshole. Her body was fighting against the intrusion, but the nanomachines were relentless, keeping her from any real harm. The sensation of fullness was overwhelming, and she could feel her ass stretching wider with every thrust.

Some in the crowd cheered him on, while others whispered about how much they'd pay to be next. The man grunted with every push, his face a mask of twisted pleasure as he enjoyed her tightness. Piage felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal, the line between pleasure and pain blurring into something new and terrifying.

Her thoughts raced as the man's hips picked up speed, her body moving in rhythm with his brutal pounding. How had it come to this? How could she have missed the news? The reality of her new existence as a public plaything was setting in, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

As the man's thrusts grew more vigorous, Piage's body began to adjust, the nanomachines working tirelessly to ensure she could take his massive girth. Her asshole stretched and quivered around his cock, a testament to the technology's power. Despite the pain, she felt a perverse thrill at being so completely at his mercy, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

Finally, with a roar, the young man reached his climax. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with lube and her own juices, and spurted his cum all over her face and chest. The crowd erupted in cheers, some reaching out to touch her, their eyes glazed with desire. Piage felt the warm liquid hit her, and for a moment, she was too shocked to move.

"Now, who's next?" he shouted, holding his still-hard cock out to the crowd. They surged forward, eager to take their turn.

The next man in line was older, with a beer gut and a leer that made Piage's skin crawl. He stepped up, his pants already around his ankles, revealing a cock that was even thicker than the first man's. "Look at this," he sneered, slapping it against her cheek. "This is what you're going to take, little kitty."

With a shove, he **** her onto her knees, and the crowd parted to give him better access. Piage's eyes remained glued to the ground, her mind racing as she felt his hands on her face, guiding her towards his crotch. The smell of his sweat and lust was overpowering, and she had to fight back the urge to gag as she took his cock into her mouth. It was a tight fit, and she choked on his girth, her cheeks bulging as she tried to accommodate him.

The man's grunts grew louder as he pushed deeper, his hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place. She could feel the heat of his body, the stickiness of his precum, and the pressure building in her own throat as she struggled not to gag. The nanomachines had made her throat as elastic as the rest of her, and she found herself taking more and more of his cock without ****, much to the amazement of the onlookers.

Suddenly, she felt another hand on her waist, pulling her skirt aside. A third man stepped forward, his cock already at full mast. He didn't bother with any pretense of romance or consent, sliding his cock into her pussy with a roughness that made her whine around the cock in her mouth. The crowd hushed, watching in rapt attention as she was filled completely, her body stretched to accommodate the two men.

The man behind her started to pump his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease, thanks to the nanomachines. The sensation was strange and overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that she had never experienced before. Her pussy was soaking wet, despite her fear, and she could feel her body's natural lubrication mixing with the lube he had used earlier.

Her mind was a blur of thoughts and sensations, each one more intense than the last. The man in her mouth groaned as she bobbed her head, trying to keep up with his pace. She could feel her jaw starting to ache, but the nanomachines kept her going, ensuring she could take every inch of him without tiring. Meanwhile, the man behind her began to speed up, his thrusts growing more erratic.

Before she could even process what was happening, a fourth man had approached. Without a word, he knelt behind her and pushed his cock into her already-stretched asshole alongside the third man's. Piage's eyes went wide with shock and pain, and she let out a muffled scream around the cock in her mouth. The two men in her ass worked in tandem, one pushing in as the other pulled out, stretching her beyond anything she had ever imagined. The crowd's cheers grew louder, and she felt like a piece of meat on display for their entertainment.

The pain was unbearable, but the nanomachines didn't allow her to pass out or even to pull away. Her body remained tightly stretched, accommodating the two thick shafts invading her asshole. She felt like she was being torn in half, the men's rough hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto them with every thrust. Her pussy, now free of its previous invader, was quickly claimed by another eager participant.

The newcomer didn't bother with any gentle introduction. He slammed into her wet cunt with a ferocity that made her eyes water. The sensation of being so completely filled, her body a receptacle for their depraved desires, was more than Piage could handle. She was nothing but a toy for them, a living sex doll that could never refuse. The reality of her new life was setting in, and it was a cold, hard truth that she had no escape from.

The men took turns, each one more eager than the last to claim their prize. They talked over her muffled protests, discussing her tightness, her ability to stretch, and the various ways they could use her. They were like a pack of animals, each one more aggressive than the next, pushing and shoving to get closer to her.

As they all had their fill, one by one they withdrew, leaving Piage gasping for breath and feeling utterly violated. Her once-shiny tube top was torn and stained, her skirt a rumpled mess around her waist. Her asshole and pussy ached from the ****, and she could feel the sticky mess of their cum leaking down her legs. Her fan, the young man in the hoodie, was still there, his cock hard and gleaming with pre-cum as he watched the scene unfold.

"Come on, kitty," he said, his voice now a mocking purr. "Let's get a few pictures. You look so pretty like this."

The man from the hoodie stepped back and held up his phone, the camera app open and ready to capture Piage's humiliation. Her eyes were red from the effort of holding back tears, but she could feel the nanomachines at work, making her body respond to his commands despite her own wishes. She posed as best she could, her asshole gaping obscenely, the aftermath of the brutal double penetration she had just endured. The crowd had dispersed somewhat, but there were still a few onlookers, eager to catch a glimpse of the show.

"Spread wider," he instructed, his voice still carrying the same authoritative tone that had held her captive. Piage's hands trembled as she reached back to spread her cheeks, displaying the violated hole to the camera. The gap was smaller than he had wanted, the young man's earlier enthusiasm now replaced with a frown of disappointment.

With a sigh, he stepped closer, his fingers already coated in the sticky mess of lube and cum. "Stay still," he warned, his voice a low growl. His hands went to her asshole, and she felt his fingers probing the edge of the stretched flesh. The pain was intense, but she knew better than to move. The crowd had dispersed, but she could feel their eyes on her, watching from a safe distance, eager to see how far she could be pushed.

The young man's fingers began to tug at her sphincter, pulling it wider and wider. Piage's body was still reeling from the ****, but she couldn't help the little mewls of protest that escaped her lips. Her asshole was already sore and swollen, but she knew it wasn't over yet. He was going to make sure she was as stretched as possible for his photos.

"Yowl, kitty," he said with a sadistic grin, pushing his thumbs into her gaping asshole. He twisted them around, stretching her even more. The pain was unbearable, and she felt like she was going to split in two. Her body trembled with the effort of staying still, her mind racing with the fear of what was to come.

The young man's fingers curled into a fist, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, he pushed his hand into her. Piage's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that was muffled by the cock still lodged in her mouth. The crowd had dispersed, leaving them in the quiet of the park, but she knew the sound of her agony would travel. His hand went in up to his wrist, and she felt her insides stretch and distort around his fist. It was a feeling she never thought she would experience, and she wished she could rip the nanomachines from her body.

Her asshole felt like it was being torn apart, the pain searing through her like a hot knife. Her whole body was a wreck, her mind reeling from the violation. But the nanomachines didn't care about her pain or her dignity; they had a job to do, and that was to keep her alive, no matter what. The fist in her ass pumped in and out with a sickening ease, his knuckles sliding along her tender walls. Each time he pulled out, she felt a rush of cold air against her abused flesh, only for it to be filled again with his rough hand.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was trying to focus on the sound of the birds in the park, the rustle of the leaves, anything to distract herself from the agony. But it was no use. The man's grunts of satisfaction, the squelching of his fist moving in and out of her, were all she could hear. And then, she felt it - his elbow pushing against her insides, the pressure building until she thought she would burst.

With a final, brutal push, the young man's arm was buried elbow-deep in her stretched asshole. Piage's stomach bulged grotesquely, the fabric of her skirt straining against the intrusion. She could feel her insides rearranging themselves to make room for the unthinkable. The pain was indescribable, a white-hot brand searing her soul.

"Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So perfect, so tight." He began to wiggle his hand, exploring her depths with a cruel fascination. Piage's muffled whimpers grew louder, her body trying to reject the inhuman intrusion. But the nanomachines held firm, ensuring she remained intact despite the unbearable agony.

Her asshole was left gaping, a stark reminder of her new reality. The young man finally pulled his hand out with a wet pop, and she felt the cool breeze against her exposed insides. She slumped forward, her body trembling, and the cock in her mouth slipped out. She gasped for air, her eyes watering with pain and humiliation.

The young man took his time cleaning his hand with a wet wipe before turning his attention to his phone. He snapped a few pictures of her bruised, stretched asshole, the gaping hole a testament to the power of the nanomachines. "Perfect," he murmured, his eyes glued to the screen as he scrolled through the images. "You're going to be a star, kitty."