Spellbook part two
Story by cuteycindyhoney
I'm very sorry! It completely slipped my mind to post part two when I finished it!
Spellbook
Part Two
By Honey Moon
Misty Andrews admired her toned fit body. At nearly six
foot, the blonde and busty Goddess turned every male head in the
room. Face it, quite a few female heads turned too! Misty
whimpered sadly as she swiped a paw over her whiskers while
grooming. Trapped now in the body of a small black cat, all she
could do was watch as that witch Colleen Hannity paraded around
in what used to be her beautiful form!
Colleen looked down and laughed. âI know that sigh, kitty-
cat. You want this back, donât you?â The statuesque woman loving
ran her hands down the flawless skin of her naked body. âYou
want to go back to being the most beautiful woman in the room,
donât you?â
The cat hated herself for sniffing back tears. âYes! Of course
I want my body back! Do you think I like being sentenced to spend
the rest of my life as your pet?â
Colleen bent down and picked the little feline up by the
scruff of the neck. âBut you make such a pretty cat.â She smiled
wickedly. âYouâre getting heavier though. I wonder how many
kittens are in your puffy little belly?â
The cat whimpered. âYou promised not to mention that! I
donât want to even think about having kittens!â
The witch laughed. âHow can I avoid the subject? Your belly
is getting huge, and itâs only been five weeks since you were the
guest of honor in a feline gang-bang!â She cradled the struggling
little cat in the crook of her arm. âLook at how big your nipples are
getting! I canât wait to see you nursing all those pretty little
kittens!â
Misty began to cry. âStop it!â she snapped. âYou know that
Doctor Conner said I shouldnât be stressed!â
âYes, I remember what your veterinarian said!â Colleen
giggled. âImagine the stress youâll feel if that quack animal doctor
discovers you can talk! Some scientist would be opening up your
furry little head in no time!â
The little cat gasped. âI swore Iâd never speak in front of
anyone! Iâll never tell a soul what you did to me!â
The blonde gently lowered the gravid cat to the floor. âI
know. I also know itâs your own sense of self-preservation that
keeps your trap shut! Why else do you think I moved the telephone
out of reach of your determined little paws? If you could call the
police, you would!â
Mistyâs ears twitched in embarrassment. She had attempted
just such a feat several days ago. The plan had been to
anonymously tip the cops off to the murder of Richard, her former
fiancé! She was sure they would find traces of the manâs blood
down in the tubâs drain after Colleen had mercilessly butchered his
helpless body to death. The witch had nearly caught her nosing the
receiver from its cradle.