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. “I know that sigh, kitty-

cat. You want this back, don’t you?” The statuesque woman loving

ran her hands down the flawless skin of her naked body. “You

want to go back to being the most beautiful woman in the room,

don’t you?”

The cat hated herself for sniffing back tears. “Yes! Of course

I want my body back! Do you think I like being sentenced to spend

the rest of my life as your pet?”

Colleen bent down and picked the little feline up by the

scruff of the neck. “But you make such a pretty cat.” She smiled

wickedly. “You’re getting heavier though. I wonder how many

kittens are in your puffy little belly?”

The cat whimpered. “You promised not to mention that! I

don’t want to even think about having kittens!”

The witch laughed. “How can I avoid the subject? Your belly

is getting huge, and it’s only been five weeks since you were the

guest of honor in a feline gang-bang!” She cradled the struggling

little cat in the crook of her arm. “Look at how big your nipples are

getting! I can’t wait to see you nursing all those pretty little

kittens!”

Misty began to cry. “Stop it!” she snapped. “You know that

Doctor Conner said I shouldn’t be stressed!”

“Yes, I remember what your veterinarian said!” Colleen

giggled. “Imagine the stress you’ll feel if that quack animal doctor

discovers you can talk! Some scientist would be opening up your

furry little head in no time!”

The little cat gasped. “I swore I’d never speak in front of

anyone! I’ll never tell a soul what you did to me!”

The blonde gently lowered the gravid cat to the floor. “I

know. I also know it’s 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!”

Misty’s 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 man’s blood

down in the tub’s drain after Colleen had mercilessly butchered his

helpless body to death. The witch had nearly caught her nosing the

receiver from its cradle. The feline thought she had thrown off

suspicion by leaping from the telephone’s table to knock the

goldfish bowl from the top of the piano! Colleen had only

witnessed her eating the still living and wriggling little fish.

Richard scurried through the room, armed with an old

fashioned feather duster, and wearing a sexy little French maid

uniform. The petite redhead took her job quite seriously. “Mistress,

your breakfast is ready. Don’t let it get cold, okay?”

“Thank you, pretty girl! You’re shaping up to be a very good

cook!” Colleen playfully patted the petite woman’s butt. When it

had been her body, she used to hate such condescending sexist

actions from others. Richard only blushed and smiled up at her.

“Thank you, Mistress!” the elfin woman giggled. “I’ve been

practicing. When I was a man, all I knew how to do was toss a

steak on the barbeque and burn it.”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your efforts!” Colleen turned

to face her servant and put hands on hips. “You deserve a reward!”

The pretty former man curtsied. “Thank you, Mistress!” She

bent and lovingly kissed the huge cock that used to adorn his

former body. “Mistress, if you don’t mind, I’ll wait until later to

claim my prize. You have to hurry downstairs! I really don’t want

your breakfast to be ruined!”

The blonde hermaphrodite took the maid by the hand. “Don’t

be silly, pretty girl. You can claim your prize while I eat your

excellent cooking! There’s lots of room under the table for

someone as tiny as you!”

Misty watched this exchange in disgust. Richard had turned

out to be such a little candy-assed sissy-bitch! She longed for the

return of the big forceful muscular man she had planned on

marrying. That was one thing that would never happen. She had

inadvertently eaten the remains of his body on that terrible day her

life had been ruined! “You two make me sick!” she hissed.

Richard sighed. “I’m sorry Misty!”

Colleen gave the petite young woman a quick little hug.

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