Skullgirls Shortstacking: Ms. Fortune

Recent change of pace, got asked to do a transformation scenario based on Skullgirls. Never played it since I wasn't too into fighting games (just the ladies from them...), but a sentence or two to go off of was all I needed. Fortune gets turned into a caricature of herself, shrank down to a shortstack mini version of herself, and reduced to a horny, ditzy little lady

Tommy Gunne was no veteran to the Medici crime family, but he was a trusted member who had paid his dues. It was why they trusted him with what the higher ups were calling The Shrinker, but Tommy didn't feel like that quite cover everything the device did. He was somewhere between The Imper Gun and The Dame Compactor, because it seemed to take everything about the target, simplify it, and then crank those aspects up. Tommy had seen what it had done to the other lady members who had found the gadget during a raid and came out changed for life. Startling at first, but hard to complain about it from his point of view. It felt more human than just mowing them down in a hail of gunfire.

They had given him the device and his first target: Ms. Fortune, the invincible cat burglar. They had tried countless times to stop the vengeful catgirl, but she had consumed the Life Gem that left her effectively immortal and more than capable of taking out pretty much anyone they sent after her. That was where Tommy and the Shrinker/Imper/Shortstacker/Compactor/whatever the hell came in.

It took a bit of doing to find her, but soon the catgirl was cornered. The white-haired neko was in her short shorts and tight top, darting through alleyways towards her next target when Tommy got in her way. He had caught wind of her trying to hit up the ruins outside of town for some relics, figuring out her route and cutting her off in the alley. He wasn't an especially intimidating looking guy, wearing the generic trench coat and fedora of a Medici goons. A short beard and head of bright red hair at least made him stand out a little bit.

"Another one of you Medici rats!" Ms. Fortune snapped, bounding back and readying her claws. She was just as quick and the claws just as sharp as everyone had reported, making Tommy glad he wasn't going to have to test the reflexes and endurance of the scarred up catgirl. "I'll be glad to turn you into my next scratching post!"

"Cat puns. I get it," Tommy smirked. "Real cute. So let's make you a little cuter." He raised his weapon while Ms. Fortune pounced at him. She was ready to dodge, but the beam from The Imper was an almost invisible burst of purple from the gun-like gadget's wide mouth. Fortune didn't get far before the beam consumed her, making her stagger dizzily. Her clumsy steps let her fall flat on the alley's cold stone when one of her legs shrank to about half its normal size. She let out a startled yowl before the other leg did the same, puffing out her hips as if it had swallowed up all the flesh that had just vanished.

"Heyy! What's the meowning of this!?" she demanded as her arms were sucked down to similarly childlike proportions. Like her hips, her breasts shot out to very much NOT childish shapes as they became bigger than her head. They stretched out her top until her tits started to spill out over the top of it. Her head shrank slightly to fit her new figure, but her tail and ears remained fully sized. She looked like someone had made a sexy caricature out of her and paid special attention to her curves. She mewled as she tugged at her suddenly tight-fitting clothes.

"How's the new look suit you?" Tommy grinned, looking over the half-sized Fortune with twice the hips and tits that she had before.

"Nyot bad," she purred in a sweeter, slightly higher voice. Her tail kept whipping in a thoughtfully idle way. "But these shorts are really riding up on my pussy."

Tommy frowned at the Imper Gun. He wouldn't have minded leaving the cat puns behind, but he supposed it did exaggerate a lot of things about the subject. They had zapped one of the sassier girls in the gang in the early testing, and she ended talking like she had tourettes by the time she was shrunk down. But Tommy still had his tests to do. He had to confirm the "kill," as it were.

"Hey there, kitty cat. You want to play?" he offered, patting his calf to catch her attention as he stuffed the device back into his trench coat. Despite the demeaning tone, the catgirl's ears perked up as she turned to him.

"Ooh! Yes please!" she chimed, any hatred towards the Medici seemingly gone from her mind. She scampered over on all fours, making her tail and big butt rise up into the air before she squatted in front of him, her short-clawed hands raised in a mimicry of an actual cat's paws.

"Good girl," he said with a smile, petting her silvery hair between her ears. She purred happily, eyes shutting and started to rub her face against his leg in a vastly more docile manner. The lab tests seemed to be right; if nobody made any aggressive moves against the shortstack versions, they were quite friendly and cooperative. "Now how about that fun?"

Ms. Fortune's tail whipped more eagerly as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling his shaft out through his shorts. The cat burglar's eyes widened and she instantly started to drool. Whatever the weapon exaggerated, it tended to hit sexual instincts extra hard. Every girl hit by the Shortstacker went wild over the very notion of sex, and apparently Tommy whipping it out in an alleyway was still more than enough foreplay to get Fortune in the mood.

"Now THAT'S a cat toy I could sink my teeth into!" she chimed happily before flashing him a wink. "Not literally, anyway. But I'd be glad to use other parts of my mouth, as long as you don't mind a little sandpaper tongue."

"Be my guest," Tommy said with a gesture. She opened her mouth with her cute little kitty fangs, having to stand up to her full, diminished height to reach him. Fortune popped his cock's head into her petite mouth, happily sucking away on the tip. Her eyes fluttered and she sighed contently, giving happy little meowing noises as she worked him around in her mouth and took his cock in her paws. She looked absolutely content just to have a dick in her, just like the other horny little test results.

"That's a good kitty. You like sucking dick like that, don't you?" Tommy teased, continuing to rub his fingers through her white mane. She mumbled something through her mouthful of cock, trying to look up and face him. In her ditzy lust, there was a quick popping noise as her neck detached from her head. It was entirely bloodless, as part of her powers with the Life Gem including breaking herself into pieces, though it was still a sight to see. Ms. Fortune's neck turned this way and that, as if not aware of where the rest of her had gone. For an immortal thief, she was certainly was awfully clutzy all of a sudden.

She caught her own head by the ears and pulled it off by the stranger/hitman's cock. She hung in her own grip with a drooling smile. "Oh you bet! It's so nummy! I can't wait for you to give this cat the cream!"

"Well then how about we try something special?" Tommy offered with a grin. "It'll get you out of those tight little clothes you're wearing."

"Oh, gladly! I couldn't pawsibly stand these things any more!" The catgirl hurried to undress herself, stripping naked in the middle of the alley.

Even though she was shorter and chubbier, she still had much of the quickness and acrobatics that being both a cat and a thief granted her. With some direction from Gunne, she flipped herself into a handstand with her butt resting against the wall. Her chubby little legs spread out in a near perfect split, no hesitation as she parted her pussy for him. She balanced her detached head on her plump butt cheeks, smiling pleasantly as Tommy pulled his pants down to his knees. Ms. Fortune maintained her balance with surprising skill as she let Tommy fuck her against the wall.

It was nothing quite like any other girl Tommy had been with. She was curvy and tight, that was for sure, and the acrobatic position slapped her dangling and scarred breasts against his knees. She absolutely loved it, taking it so passionately that it was as if she had been waiting for his cock all her life. Most noticeably, though, was her head resting right against her pussy, stretching out her tongue to lick and suck on his cock as he fucked her silly.

"Ooooh, that's the stuff!" Fortune cooed out happily, her voice vibrating occasionally when Tommy pushed deep and hard enough into her. "Pump that pussy, big guy! Don't be afraid to get a little rough with me. It's not like you're gonna break anything."

Deciding to take her up on that, Tommy pushed her down to her shoulders. Fortune didn't seem to mind being half-laid out in the random alley, even when he straddled her hips and started pounding down into her like a jackhammer. Her breasts bounced beneath him, jiggling hard enough that he wondered if they would fall off like her head did. The head in question was still resting on one of her thighs, pressed into his crotch so she could suck on his balls while he fucked her. The catgirl's happy mewling and purring vibrated his balls, encouraging him to cum that much sooner. Fucking both her mouth and pussy at once was enough for Tommy to cum inside her.

Ms. Fortune let out a cute and high-pitched meow as her ears folded down flat. As soon as his hot cum had settled into her, her hips bucked hard enough that he had to catch her head from flying off as she came as well, squirting messily over her own abs and tits. She started mewling like a needy kitten as she licked hungrily over his cock, sucking up all the cum she could get. When his dick was clean, she even picked up her head and shove it into her pussy. Tommy pulled back out and watched with a sort of grim curiosity as she eat herself out, dirtying her face with his cum just to get at more of it.

That was another part of the side effects according to the reports. The shortened girls were horny as could be, to the point where they became unsettled and showed signs of withdrawal if they weren't kept sexually satisfied. They weren't able to get pregnant in this form, so it wasn't clear why they wanted it so much, but some of the studies showed that the imped girls were miraculously able to live off of a diet of cum. It was just one more reason for the Medici to want their enemies zapped and left in this state.

"Hey, kitty cat," Tommy said as he picked her head up by the hair. Even having just cum, she moaned and wriggled her detached hips at him in a headless little dance. He picked the body up by her shoulder and popped her head back on. "Why don't you come with me? I know a place where they'll give you fun surprises like that all the time."

"That sounds like so much fun!" Ms. Fortune gasped, licking the cum from her face. "What could paw-sibly go wrong?"

Tommy sighed and reached into his trench coat. He'd miss that little piece of ass, but not the puns. He popped out a leather case, a pet carrier just big enough for her to squeeze into. "Well hop on in. I'm sure the boys will just love you there." The Medici were always looking for more girls for their brothels, after all. An overly busty catgirl should fit right in.

"My my! What a cute couple of toms you are!" she catcalled to the newest batch of customers. Ms Fortune was loving her new job. They gave her a nice cushy room to live in and everything! And best of all, the customers there were always in the mood for some dirty fun (exactly what she was always looking for herself). She bobbed her hips side to side, still squishing some of the cum from the last customer around inside her. The short catgirl had taken right to her job, gladly wearing the sleazy cocktail dress they'd gotten for her. They didn't make anything exactly in her proportions, but she was happy to flirt with the customers with her giant tits half-spilling out of her top and her tail and ass sticking out of her thong. Her hips were big enough to stretch the dress to its limits and her bare cheeks peeked out from under her dress.

Ms. Fortune strutted up to a pair of young male customers, nuzzling her cheek against each of their legs in turn like a bipedal house cat. "How about it, boys? I've got nine lives and about that many holes. I always say the more the merrier in my line of work!"

"Oh, sure," one of them agreed after a quick nod from his friend. Ms. Fortune beamed cheerily up at them before turning around and pointing at another man talking with the girls. "How about you too!? You look like you've got more than enough for a li'l sex kitten like me. In fact..." She popped off her head and held it as high as she could in the air. "Everyone who wants in! I'm half your height and half off for the next half hour! Heck, make it a quarter price! All my clothes must go and everyone must cum!"

It was the only relative downside the Medici had encountered by employing their peppy little whore. She was eager for sex and was clearly thirsty for cock. She didn't care about getting paid so much as she cared in making people cum inside her. She didn't care if it was male or female (though naturally more men came by the brothel), so long as she felt that warm reward soaking around inside of her. It left to her doing these kinds of stunts, lowering her prices or handing out freebies when she was feeling especially horny.

Ms. Fortune had gathered six men to come with her to her room by the time she was done shouting and waving her head around. Her novelty and attractiveness brought in plenty of customers chasing the piece of tits and tail time and time again.

She set herself in the middle of the bed, taking the boys from all sides with every part of her nimble body that she could. She laid out stroking two of the dicks with her soft-pawed feet and jerking two more with her hands. She was kissing a fifth man on the mouth, holding his head down at her level while her tail reached out and wrapped around the sixth man's shaft. She was already purring in delight, realizing that there was probably more cock on the bed than her entire body by sheer mass alone.

"Nyaa, there's all my good boys. You all know just how to make this kitty purr!" She mewled, turning her head to suckle on one of the stranger's cockheads before going back to kissing the eye-level lover. He was one of her regulars, so he was familiar with her various tricks and wants. He gave a sharp tug, popping her head off and sitting back at the head of the bed, sliding her mouth over his cock and pumping her up and down. She closed her eyes serenely for a moment, giggling around her mouthful of dick before opening her eyes, glad to find that he had left her facing her body so she could watch herself pleasuring the half-dozen strangers.

Ms. Fortune shifted her body around to a more enticing position. She rolled onto all fours, spreading her legs for the two men she had been seeing to with her feet. Even detached from her body, she soon felt them jostling for position inside of her, one taking her asshole while the other invaded her pussy. Her body shuddered from the intense pleasure and the promising thrusts that assured her that more jizz would soon be inside her.

She guided the one man at her front onto his back, leaning on his lap so that her plump and compact boobs splashed out all over his cock. She squeezed her arms together, letting her elbows squish the big fat cat tats into place and titfucking the young man's warm and appetizing dick. Her hands themselves were then able to focus on the other man, cupping his balls or jerking him off with both hands while her headless stump tubbed against the top as if trying to lick it without a mouth.

The catgirl stretched out her tail for the last one, looping around his cock and squeezing his balls firmly. Judging by his moans, he seemed to love the bit of abuse and tailplay as she wagged it playfully against his ass. Soon they were all dripping with their tantalizing precum, and Ms. Fortune could literally taste it in the customer holding her head. She adored watching how her weak but curvy body bounced around at each of the men’s every thrust  as they came from every direction. She loved picking up their deep moans and grunts through her twitching feline ears.

"Forget being a thief!" she thought as the man fucking her tits pinched and pulled at her nipples. Being unbreakable, all it did was send and intensely pleasurable sting through her chest. "If I stay here, they all come to me. I don't have to hunt down anybody, and if I lurked in the shadows all the time, how could I be the center of attention like this?" She could barely remember the funny looking light from the night that Mr. Gunne found her, but she didn't think about it much. She had more important things to think about, like what was for dinner and how much cum she would be able to catch today.

She felt one of her customers' cocks flex in her ass, spraying the cum deep into her tailhole. Her toes curled and her little claws raked over the bedsheets with a passionate mewl that vibrated the shaft in between her lips. Fortune took her mouth from her primary customer's cock to let out a passionate, wordless wail. It was all so perfect! So what if the Medici were getting rich off of her body. She had everything she wanted; a big comfy catbed and all the cock she could eat. So long as the cum kept coming, she was perfectly content.

"Ohhh, meow-WOW! It feels like we have a winner, boys! Better try to keep up with whoever's in my ass!"

Fortune felt that same man pull out of her ass. It was always this wonderful, tickling sensation with a faint pop from her used but tight rectum that sent shivers up her spine. Ms. Fortune could see her body shaking in reaction and leaking cum before she actually felt it reach her detached head.

The man holding her by the hair forced her mouth back over his cock, but she gurgled and drooled over it as she felt the one that finished first keep going. He shoved his cock inside of her pussy alongside the first one in there, stretching her tight little snatch out beyond its usual limit. Her eyes rolled back as she panted and drooled, her twat now tight enough that it wasn't long before she felt them both squirt into her pussy.

"Ohhhh, my god! Thanks for the tip, boys! I was craving a little extra kitten mix!" Of course, it came out garbled as the man was fucking her face even more intensely. The man she was teasing the whole time with her tail finally came as well, spraying across her ass and back. She let out a hungry growl as she wriggled in place, teasing those who were still inside and beneath her while letting the warm fluid trickle around on her backside.

She wanted to beg for more. She wanted them to bury her in their seed so she could roll around in it. She man squirted between her tits and her mouth watered, drooling even worse so that the cock she was sucking was completely slick with spit. She slid up an down it faster, leaving her gagging and gurgling like a delighted infant as she watched her body be violated further, dreaming of being swallowed up into a bathtub full of cum.

At last she tasted the one fucking her mouth cum, opening up her throat to welcome the rush of salt and warmth running over her tongue. There was the obvious mystery of where it went, but she never gave it a second thought. She had one want right now, and it involved taking the dick all the way inside until her nose nuzzled against her customer's balls. She moaned and gurgled until the cum bubbled over her lips, just to slurp it back up again with a flick of her tongue. The man casually dropped her head onto the bed, but she was quick to bounce over towards her body. The one in her hands came huge and thick, squirting his semen over the stump that was part of her neck.

"Scuse me. Coming through," she chimed happily despite the sweat and drool all over her face. She slid between some of the naked men piling over her and happily sucked the cum off her tits. Every last drop just felt so warm and full of life, even after cooling against her sweaty skin. She gave a deep, contented sigh as she sucked on her nipple to get a few last globs off before she leaned down to herself clean the cum from her neck and shoulders.

"Mmm! Perfect!" she mumbled, smacking her lips contently as she ran the cum over her tongue. "You boys gave me such a nummy batch of cream today! How about we get one more big dose coming, huh? Just for me?"

They pulled out of her body as she got them organized to gather around her head. Her body was exhausted with pleasure, giving it a rest before she'd go back to licking herself clean like her kitty cat brethren. For now she simply balanced her head in between the six men, laid out on the bedspread as she held her mouth open and tongue out whenever she wasn't dirty talking them to hurry up their bukakke on her disembodied head.

"Come on, tiger. I know you can do it. Don't you wanna give me that yummy cummy? I know you dooo~! I want it all over me! I wanna just drown in all those big strong cocks of yours! I want to smell like my favorite boys for DAYS after all this! I want it in my hair and my mouth! I want to taste it when I have breakfast tomorrow! I neeeeeed that cum cum cum~!" she whined and urged childishly, wiggling excitedly from cheek to cheek on the sheets. "Come on. Last one to cum has to kiss their messy kitty like this!"

The men finally started to cum, and she hurried to lap it all up. Some splattered on her face, and she licked up that around her lips and tip of her nose before sucking it off the bedsheets. Seeing the horny, headless cumslut at work encouraged the rest, and soon more of their hot loads blasted her in the face. She was quickly bouncing one way or another, trying to get all the jizz she could on her while sucking up whatever she could reach. The one younger man was left trailing behind, the last one still jerking while Ms. Fortune's head sat expectantly, mouth wide open in a tongue-lolling smile. "Come on, sweetie! Join the fun! Don't be a pussy and cum the on  your pussy! Teehee!"

When he didn't prove quick himself enough for her, Fortune's body pounced into him from behind. Her cummy breasts pushed into his back and she reached around to start jacking his cock for him. The boy didn't last long as she squirted over her face, Fortune mewling and purring serenely before her body picked her up, making her cum-soaked lips and tongue messily make out with the boy. He shuddered with a kind of shameless arousal that overcame his disgust as the rest of the men started to dress and leave her money on the cute, pink, extra low to the ground dresser.

When they were gone, Fortune's body flopped back into the bed. Her breasts puffed up and down as she breathed heavily, worn out but content from the gangbang. Her neck stump laid on the pillow while her head happily got to work licking herself clean. Her tongue dragged slowly over her nipples, loving the shock it sent through her senses to compliment the creamy taste. Of course, as always, she took special care to stick her head in between her legs and clean out her pussy. It drove her through another pair of orgasms as she sucked the cum off her clit and deep inside of her. She always loved it when they came deep in her. It didn't seem that she could get pregnant, not that she would worry about it if she could, but it just seemed to taste sweeter when she mined it from deep inside her folds.

"God, I must be messier than a litter box," she sighed. Her body rolled over onto its chest, spreading her ass cheeks so that more of that appetizing cum trickled out of her anus. Even presented like that, Ms. Fortune's eyes widened and she licked her lips. "And I wouldn't have it any other way!" she chirped, pouncing onto herself and happily lapping and sucking on her own ass. "Thanks a lot, Tommy! Wherever you are, I hope you're happy, because I sure am!"

"You wanted to see me, boss?" Tommy Gunne was back in a week after the delivery. He played dumb, but he heard enough through the rumor mill of the more desperate thugs who bought their sex and the working girls that his job was a complete success.

"Good. You can listen. The big guys said you did great work on that pesky stray with the gizmo." Donny wasn't the top of the ladder, but he was apparently either dirty or trusted enough to have made his way up a few rungs. He was a big pudgy guy with expensive suits and cheap cigars to distract from the tiny moustache he couldn't quite grow out. "They wanted me to give this back to you." He slid a case across his desk, one that Tommy recognized as the same from last time. The Shortstacker/whatever the fuck.

"They said they've got more pests they want you to bring in. They want a repeat performance with a few new faces."

Tommy raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but he shrugged and picked up the case by its handle. "Give me some names, Donny. I'll start right away."