What if the mailman came by and saw Momo? What if she ended up chasing a fly and my house was a total wreck?! I finally pulled into the driveway, finding no signs that cops or government scientists in HAZMAT suits had stopped by. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. From what I could tell, the japanese house seemed fine. There was no damage that I could see, nothing appeared broken. “Momo?” “Master…” she groaned. I found her in the kitchen, lying on the floor. “Master, Momo doesn’t feel so good…” “Momo!” I rushed to her side, my mind immediately jumping to the worst-case scenario. Was she sick? Was this some weird side effect of her transformation? Who should I call, a doctor or a vet? It would have to be someone who could keep a secret… It was then that I sister looked up to the counter and saw over half a dozen empty cans of cat food. My fear was replaced with annoyance. “Well of course you’re sick! You ate too much of that crap!” In response, she raised her head and threw up on the floor. Ugh, this fucking cat, I swear to Christ. With one arm under her knees and the other against her back, I hoisted up the naked and groggy… whatever she was. I had always wanted to carry a girl in the princess hold, but not like this. Not like this. I brought her to the den and laid her out on the couch. “From now on, you eat what I eat, understand? No more cat food, or at least just a little of it.” “Masterrrrrrr, Momo doesn’t feel good!” she whined. With Momo suffering from a stomachache, I picked a very simple meal for her, just a rotisserie chicken and plain rice. I set out two plates on my tiny bachelor dinner table with my humanoid cat watching me from the couch with wide eyes. He was completely inside her. Rachel came first, and while it was nowhere near as intense as her previous orgasm, her satisfied moaning and trembling body assured me it was still powerful. “Spank me, Daddy. To see Nicole in the same state I was in breaks my heart. They painted across my body, chaining me in place with my legs spread wide. “So that none of the men that I’ve seen looking this way can see sister me.” Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the daughter's fell in a long and lush wave down her back. I mean, what have I got to lose? I called for the check and slipped away unnoticed. Letting go of her. My fingers brushed the bottoms of her bra, feeling the thin cloth. Her clothes were torn– or cut– away almost instantly. “Goodnight,” we all called out as he was getting in the tent. My dick bobbed before her, thrusting hard. She moaned japanese and gasped, shuddering on the table. He then started to rub his cock on my hole.