Strike while the iron is hot

As you move the new slaves into one of the holding rooms you consider some options. One of these days your army of felines will surely produce more new catgirls in the form of kittens than you are able to transform from slaves. If you really pushed yourself you would be able to make sure that today is not that day. But that would leave you particularly tired, not a habit you want to get into. Besides, isn't it appropriate that Renee's overactive womb should be the one to outdo your magical talents? You meant her to carry three babies, she proved you wrong and carried five. She'll never know, but she deserves the secret honor of beating you.

Looking over the new slaves you decide the best way to celebrate Renee turning from sexy pregnant girl to sexy mother is to transform some more of her family. Some new helping hands for her newborns - you're so thoughtful that way. When you explain what you have in mind to Sandra she just hugs you happily and promises that with Helena's help they will be purring in no time. Not exactly what you meant, but you can sort it out later.

Deciding to go from oldest to youngest you take Alice to your lab first. Not wanting to miss any chance for more information about Doe's family you hit Alice with a potent truth spell, just as you once did to Renee. Unfortunately she's far less useful, knowing rather little about her own family tree and nothing more about the two missing relatives you already heard about from her aunt. Some probing does reveal that she remained unmarried because her parents died around her seventeenth birthday. She was old enough to inherit and was their only surviving child. She almost married twice, only to find each time that the man in question wanted her for her property and little else - one even had a mistress on the side while dating her. After that she became very distrustful of all suitors and retreated into her books. Very shyly she admits to occasionally enjoying the ministrations of other women.

'A bookish catgirl', you think to yourself, 'and one who's at the least bisexual'. Most girls you've changed haven't been too intellectual - you have tried to get smarter girls, but most women sold into slavery are sold for reasons other than their minds. All things considered she might just make a nice gift for the princess, a fine companion to Bethany.

With the truth spell still active you activate a magic mirror, giving Alice a view into your main hall, showing off your lounging catgirls before homing in on Doe and Renee, snuggling together with their babies on your bed.

"What - what is this?" she asks, a hint of awe mixed with the shock in her voice. You calmly explain the catgirls, point out her two cousins and their recent litters, then let her know that soon enough she too will enjoy this fate. Almost on cue Sandra waddles into the room and flashes Alice a smile.

"You... you're going to... like them!?!"

You hold up two little tufts of fur. "What do you think? I still have some black fur from the same cat I used for Doe and Renee, so it would match closely to your family, but you're a cousin - that's reasonably distant so do you think you would look better as a blonde? Or perhaps white fur?"

"What about another redcoat?" asks Sandra as she pops open an ink bottle.

"Mmmm, I thought about it, but we've never seen red react well with brunettes. Grey doesn't take all that well either," you reply as you carefully remove a mismatched black hair from one of the little bundles.

"No no no no! You can't! Don't make me like them you monster!"

Thank goodness you made sure to tweak her vocal chords and lungs before you started, otherwise she'd have woken half the mansion with that outburst. Deliberately misinterpreting her reply you say, "You're right, all black or black with white might be a bit too on the nose. I think all blonde and one black hair should look quite nice on you. Alice, did you always want to be a blonde?"

She stares at you, stunned, then her lips move of their own accord and she whispers "Yes".

Without giving her time to react you hit her with the daze spell, place the hairs and then cast the transformation. Sandra stands at the ready, making detailed notes about the changes lovely Alice's body goes through. Alice actually gains about an inch or so in height, bringing her to 5'2" tall exactly. You've seen that effect before, it's common for girls under five feet tall, rare for girls as they get taller and unheard of for those over 5'3" or so. Her limbs thin out and her rib cage compresses, leaving her a lithe frame bordering on scrawny - a little exercise might do this bookworm some good. Her breasts press together nicely and then disappointingly shrink down to AA cups. Her new fur is quite lovely - a vibrant coat of golden yellow fur across her body. The black hair makes its presence known only along the edges of her ears, at the tip of her tail and around her eyes.

Before she fully recovers you hit her with another spell, this one to prevent her developing new memories. It's become your common practice since you decided to breed these girls secretly before introducing them to their fellows.

Sandra pulls your arm around her body and presses your fingers to her belly. "Soooo... are you going to make her part of your harem? She is family after all." She grins wickedly and uses her free hand to nudge Alice's legs open.

"I'm not sure. I was thinking of sending her to the princess, to keep Bethany company."

"Well that works too. But who knows when the princess will visit next? And if you say she's family Doe is going to fight like a tiger to keep her around."

"You're probably right."

She traces her fingers along Alice's body, the newly transformed girl just murmuring and looking up confused at the red furred catgirl who's teasing her. When Sandra reaches Alice's chest she stops. "I know you haven't done this before, but seeing as she's family you could help her out just a bit." She gives Alice's bee stings a playful squeeze, drawing a happy purr from her.

"Changing a woman's breast size is about the lowest form of life magic."

"I wouldn't ask, normally, but really this is your fault - your transformation spell took her down a size so you're just correcting things. Plus I always feel sorry for the catgirls that wind up so flat."

For whatever reason Sandra seems keen on the idea, so much so that you decide that it will be faster to spend some mana that to argue the point. With a sigh you decide to do what you always do in magic - the best job possible. You don't just **** the issue by manufacturing new flesh and stuffing it into place as a lesser mage would. Instead, you 'encourage' Alice's breasts, feeding them mana and driving them through what amounts to a second puberty. Under your care they start to swell and firm, developing nicely into A cups.

"Mmmm, doesn't that look better?" asks Sandra in a teasing tone.

You decide to go further still. Not just for yourself of course, but to make sure Sandra keeps in mind who's in charge. A little more mana and those breasts expand a little more. By the time you stop little Alice has a pair of ripe B cups standing proud from her body. You've made sure that they're ever so slightly larger than Sandra's bosom.

"No need to go that far!" she says, flicking her tail against your leg.

"Oh how quickly you go from feeling sorry to feeling envious, my dear Sandra."

"I suppose it's fine, though I'll bet miss Alice will like wearing clothes. Without some kind of support those fuzzy globes are going to bounce all over." She giggles and nuzzles against you. "Now don't let all your work go to waste - seed this pretty thing, she's WAY overdue for a litter."

Can't argue with that. You stand between Alice's still spread thighs and push home. The newly made catgirl lets out a deep, resonant purr - a far lower tone than you'd expect from such a small body. She thrusts her hips up to meet you, **** to continue this new pleasure. You let yourself enjoy this moment of pure lust and soon enough you fill her womb with your lively cargo.

As you press your hand to her womb, preparing her never before used organ for some freshly seeded eggs, you feel a tug on your shoulder. "I'll enjoy playing with those perky mounds of hers as much as you will John, but please don't give her as many babies as I'm carrying. I want to stay bigger than her in at least one way."