She’s the cockiest catgirl on the net, and it’s your fault.
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Transforming on demand into her viewers’ wildest fantasies, Sophie’s is a rising streamer star. But the line between chaos and control is narrow when your body and desires are at the whim of a horny audience and a host of nanobots. Sophie loses her grip; unable to stop: She can only obey her audience, growing and changing in euphoric spurts, to become the biggest futa that the world has ever seen.
Can Sophie control her lusts, or will she drown in her own erotic desires? Will she master her transformations, or will she be stuck as a living wet dream, mind flooded with desire as she floods her apartment in turn?
This 6.200 word story contains the following themes: Transformation, hyper futa, cock expansion, breast expansion, ass expansion, excessive cum, light monstergirl transformation (catgirl, fairy).
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A Hyper Futa Catgirl Transformation
THE SHOW STARTED, as usual, with the eruption of Sophie’s top.
She perched on her gaming chair, all innocent mischief, a petite girl in a baggy, pink t-shirt and boy shorts with the faint outline of a halo over her head that gave her hair a golden glow that might have been mistaken for a mere image filter on a poor stream connection. She drew her legs against her front as her audience trickled into the chat amidst a flow of excessive emotes.
“Show us the boobs” gave way to “What’s the big deal? I thought she was supposed to have huge tits?” from newcomers, who were quickly set upon by those that knew better.
Sophie simply leaned back in her chair, eyes closing as her lip curled at the end. She breathed in, felt the flush in her chest of the nanobots waking up, and exhaled.
The reactions came in slowly. But once the first “Wait, does she have cleavage now?” rolled in, the rest followed like a chain reaction. “Is that a filter?” “That can’t be real!” “Are her boobs growing?!”
“Glad I’m still managing to attract new blood to my little community.” Sophie winked at the camera. “Remember to savor your first time, boys and girls. You only lose your Sophie Starlight-virginity once.” She dropped her legs from her seat and dispelled any doubt: Her breasts were growing. Bit by bit, her top tightened, outlining her nice, hand-filling rack for her audience; amply demonstrated when she pressed her palms against each breast and gave them a squeeze. “Ooh.” Sophie bit her lip; when she removed her hands, her nipples, nice and thick, were poking visibly through her top.
“Holy shit!” The chat continued, suitably riled up. “Is this even legal to watch?”
But Sophie’s tits were far from finished. She moved on, from D to E to F cups, speeding up with greedy desire. She had to fight to keep her hands off her tits and instead found solace stroking herself through her skirt as the sensitivity of her erogenous zones went off the charts. Her cheeks grew flushed, her breath ragged, as her boobs began mistreating her top in earnest: The v-neck drowned in cleavage, deep as the Mariana trench, until her breasts overflowed, spilling free. Her nipples fattened, minute by minute, tenting forward as if intending to tunnel straight through the cotton barrier, her dark areolas spreading visibly behind the warping logo imprinted on her shirt, the first droplets of milk forming dark spots in the fabric. As Sophie’s tits rounded honeydew melons and barged along towards the size of ripe pumpkins, her top rode up and exposed her toned belly and a hint of her panties around her hips.
“Huge enough for ya?” she laughed, slipping one hand up to massage her enormous, milky tit. She could do this a thousand times, and the feeling would still overwhelm her; balancing on the edge between playful showmanship and the desire to masturbate until she passed out.
The audience ate it up. “Your tits are perfect!” and “No, make them bigger!” filled the chat, drowning out a lone “Flat is justice” protest post.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Sophie grinned, one hand blatantly slipping between her legs. “Because I’m too damn horny to stop here.” Her lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as she arched her back, shapely boob surging out to fill any remaining space in her oversized top.
The first tear appeared, forcing the bottom of the neck apart.
Sophie pounced on the weakness with a wolfish smile: The tear widened, ripping apart as her breasts grew larger. Enormously puffy areolas filled into the exposed crack, a nipple as wide as a teacup leading the charge, finally, as her mistreated top lost the battle and tore to shreds atop Sophie’s glorious, feminine mounds with a satisfying, visceral set of sounds. The last shreds of damp fabric easily peeled off and left her completely topless, half her torso covered by her impossibly perky, proud teardrops.
“To the victor, the spoils.” Sophie squeezed both of her nipples and gasped pleasurably as wild sprays of milk gushed between her fingers. “And with that, I’d like to welcome you all to my show! We have such wonders to show you.”
***
She let herself fall back into her seat as her stream cut to commercials, savoring the brief intermission to do nothing but breathe, in and out, in and out. Her heart was going crazy; her viewer count had soared in the last couple of weeks since her first foray into the nanobot-controlled transformations; it was still hard to believe what a success they had been. And how damn good they felt, she thought, as she hefted her huge, sensitive breast, tracing her fingers across the wide tip—
Her computer beeped; a warning. Live in ten.
Sophie jerked upright, her hand falling aside. No, there would be time for that, later, she thought—or, rather, during the stream. The thought still made her blush, strange as that might seem, but…
“The show must go on! Welcome back, dear viewers.” She smiled impishly as she gestured, thrusting her gigantic tits towards the camera with every motion. “It’s my favorite part of the day: Time to find out what all you beautiful people are going to turn me into!”
It took a few moments for the stream chat to stop obsessing over Sophie’s bust for the requests to appear, one at a time, then in a flood, all helpfully parsed by her client.
“Come on, don’t be shy. You know I like it wild, boys and girls.” She ran her pink tongue along her lip and flashed a knowing grin. “Anyway, in case you don’t know the drill: You simply leave a donation with your request, and I will make it happen—with a little help from my microscopic friends. Alas, I can’t do all of your requests at the same time, lest I turn into some eldritch horror—which, yes, several of you have tried!—so we’ll let democracy reign. And, as in any of the democracies that we all know and love, when you donate, you get extra votes. Corruption is, after all, one of the most celebrated methods of transformation.”
She leaned her head forward on one hand, making a show out of reading off the list. “Let’s see… Futa, Futa, Futa, Catgirl, Futa… Goodness, you really adore girldick, don’t you?” A wicked grin played across her face as she spread her legs and cupped her crotch. “I can’t blame you all that much. My panties are feeling rather flat at the moment, when they could be filled to bursting with fat, juicy penis. But we can do something about that, can’t we?”
With theatrical care, Sophie turned her face down to focus on her crotch, eyes twinkling with mischief; her hand blocked the view, but even so a movement was visible in her tight shorts, something sliding into place, rearranging the fabric and, moments later, strained it with a voluminous girth, as if she had slipped a couple of baseballs into the front. Her hand did not cover it for long; the shapes bulged out to either side of her slender fingers, widening along with her toothy grin as her massive package became too obvious to hide.
“Much better, don’t you think?” She cooed and gave her intimidatingly large shaft a tender stroke, outlined with obscene clarity in her taut shorts. “For a start, at least…”
Her audience went wild, of course. New subscriptions flew in as the donations made the control unit, a small, black box, vibrate on her desk as new commands queued up. Not quite the free-for-all of her initial performance, but the little nanobots still felt like a force of nature as their warm, tingly sensations welled up inside her, bloating her tits and now her cock into new, wondrous sizes, shaping her into impossibly perfect configurations.
A button flew through the air, striking the monitor with a loud ping.
“Oops.” Sophie pouted and put a finger on her lip. “Did I do that?” She, along with her viewers, turned her attention downwards and watched the rest of the buttons rapidly capitulate, ripped aside to let her monstrous package flop free. “I might as well get rid of these,” she said, sliding off her shorts with a sway of her hips; her huge, hairless scrotum filled out between her thighs, their size a promise of the mess to come.
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