Skullgirls Shortstackification: Squigly

Technically a sequel to the Ms. Fortune story. Another transformation story about one of the skullgirls getting turned into a slutty half-sized little lady.

Tommy Gunne had his next hit assigned to him. Squigly was a bit harder to find, considering that unlike Ms. Fortune, she was genuinely undead. She didn't have as many needs as the mortal catgirl (who was still happily settled into her job at the Medici brothel), making her difficult to track. Her main concern seemed to be with revenge, so he staked out a few Medici properties. She'd been killed by another of the mafia's hired guns, so she had it out for them after she was reanimated by her brain parasite/pet dragon thing, Leviathan. He didn't totally understand how that worked, but he felt like he didn't have to with his trusty piece of mad science tucked away inside his coat.

He spotted her at last, hurrying up the catwalk to the rooftop where the zombie songstress was watching the Medici work at one of their safehouses below. She was pretty in a strange way: her slim body held some curious curves while her long, dark hair ran over her pale blue skin like a walking midnight shadow.

"So... I WAS being followed," she noted in a dry voice through her loosely stitched lips. "It sounds like the Medici are finally taking me seriously. Not that it will do you much good." The slender songstress turned to face him, the pale, serpentine dragon growing from beneath her hair and out both side of her head.

"Did you want me to dispose of him for you, my lady?" Leviathan asked.

"No need," she replied quietly, stepping gracefully towards Tommy.

"So your brain maggot can talk," Tommy observed as he flashed Squigly a smirk. "That sure wasn't in the report."

"You've got quite the mouth on  you," Squigly said with a scowl in his direction, flexing the fingers on one hand until the knuckles cracked.

"Admittedly, yes. Is that why they stitched yours shut?"

Squigly growled and rushed towards him. She was fast, but she had to cover a lot of ground while Tommy just had to draw his Shortstacker (the lab guys were still iffy about changing the name). There was that same burst of semi-tangible energy that washed over Squigly, who stumbled and fell to her knees. Leviathan was too concerned for her to bother with Tommy, who leaned back on the wall and caught a smoke break while she went through her jarring transformation.

She went through essentially the same process that Ms. Fortune had. She halved her height, her dress growing down with her. Her already notable hips shot out into a huge and squeezable butt, and her boobs stretched the top of her dress out as they tripled in girth. She moaned and hugged her body, squashing her breasts as if trying to contain its transformation but just hurrying it along in its shrinking.

"Mistress! Are you alright?!" Leviathan fussed, hovering around her head. Fortunately, her head was only marginally smaller, leaving him with enough space to keep wiggling around inside of her.

"Ohhh," she moaned dizzily, staying on her knees as she rubbed her head. "Yea, I think so. Feels pretty good, really? Wow, did I always have these?" she asked. She hugged her arms around her breasts, lifting them up and letting them drop with a giggle.

"Er... no, madam. That appears to be a recent change that you've gone through. Thanks to that scoun-"

"And why's my head hurt?" she asked, rubbing at her inky hair.

"You... were killed, my lady. Some time ago, actually. By a murderess most foul sent by the Medici Family."

"Yea, I guess that sounds about right," Squigly decided absentmindedly.

Levithan rose up, baring his fangs towards Tommy. "Indeed. And this fiendish man works for those responsible for your death and transformation."

"Ooh! Did you say a man?!" Squigly sprang to her feet, flailing her arms awkwardly to keep her balance. "Whoa! Okay. I definitely didn't have THIS before!" She turned around and smacked her newly developed booty, giggling as the cheeks wobbled around. Leviathan cleared his throat as she put a hand to her hip and strutted towards Tommy with a flirty wiggle of her hips. He didn't even have to try with this one.

"Hey there, handsome," she chimed in as charming a tone as an undead half-pint songstress could (which was surprisingly so!). "What brings you here?"

"Oh, you know. Work. Pretty faces," Tommy said with a wink as he doused his cigarette on the wall. Squigly giggled, but her symbiote seemed less amused.

"He is here to kill you, my lady!" Leviathan blurted.

"Decided untrue," Tommy corrected. It was even an honest answer.

Squigly grabbed the parasitic dragon by the neck and pulled him down to her eye level. The creature looked even longer compared to her shrunken body, despite her huffy expression. "Leviathan! I am TALKING to a fan! If you're going to cramp my style, you can take your leave until I call for you."

"But... but..."

"Leviathan!" The parasitic dragon hung its head and slithered out, retreating like a scolded puppy as it floated off into the night. Squigly rolled her eyes and scratched at the old bullet hole he'd crawled out of. "Jeez, that itches. Anyway! You were saying something about coming to see me?" she giggled, twirling a bit of hair before quickly patting it back. She doubted a suitor would want to see the injury that had killed her. Gunshot wounds were probably a turnoff.

Tommy smiled and stood upright again. "Of course. I'm a big fan of your work. Mostly the stuff you did before you were alive, of course, but only because you actually performed back then. You still look as lovely as ever."

The petite and curvy zombie giggled and wriggled on the spot. Tommy's eyes had to go to her shaking ass that stuck out wider than the rest of her body, wondering just how well the singer knew how to use it. "Ohh, you flatterer you! You'd make me blush if I had blood up there anymore..."

"Well, what would you say if I had a place that would let you... perform for all sorts of men who come to admire your beauty? Just like the old days."

Squigly skipped in place, immediately delighted by the offer. "I'd ask where I can audition?! This spooky zombie of vengeance thing is SO not me!"

"Your tryout starts now," Tommy said, stepping up to her and finding that she too was right around eye level with his crotch. He rested a hand on her blue hair (not even pushing) when the transformed trashy zombie started to nuzzle into his groin like some kind of sexually welcoming housepet.

"It has been a while..." she sighed, starting to tug at his pants. He gave her an approving nod as she started to slowly undo his belt. "You know, it's been pretty lonely with nobody but Leviathan around. I could use somebody to keep help keep me warm."

Tommy's dick was barely out of his pants when she took it into her mouth with zero hesitation. The stitches over her mouth were loose and stretched enough that his dick easily fit between them. Her shrunken head bobbed back and forth, eyes fluttering as she seemed to become lost in absolutely worshipping his cock. She truly had missed sex, and the feel of a warm dick inside her chilly body felt miraculously good. "Leave it to death to hamper your sex life," she thought to herself before she looked up at Tommy to see how she was doing.

She was doing rather good, apparently. Tommy was watching her work, but his eyelids drifted shut every now and then. Her body (and mouth) wasn't as cold as the grave, but still a lower temperature than he expected. She felt as cool as stone rather than fucking a refrigerator, and her tongue was gathering the heat from his dick and their friction to warm up around him. It was a strange sensation that he was definitely willing to explore further.

Tommy stroked a hand through her hair, finding his fingers catching on the edge of her head wound. It had long since dried out and hardened into a harmless hole in her head, but Tommy decided that he preferred her more natural holes rather than experimenting with literally fucking her brains out. "It's a shame to just take your mouth when you had such a lovely singing voice," Tommy praised. He gave a tug at her head hole, using it as a handle to shove his shaft completely inside her. She let out a short squeal of delight as her tongue slid around it, trying to find space for it inside her mouth without losing a bit of his dick. The warm and living flesh pulsed against her throat, making her feel more alive than she had in ages. Hell, she felt more alive than she did when she was alive!

Squigly giggled in a way that tensed her mouth around his cock before she popped him back out. His skin tingled as the edges of his shaft slid right against the stitches that covered her dick-sucking lips, emerging with one wet and final pop. "I take it you had something in mind then, mister?" she chirped cutely, batting her lashes up at him.

Squigly squeaked in surprise as Tommy swept her off her feet, easily carrying the pint-sized songbird bridal style. Give her height, he did end up with one hand on her juicy ass and the other cradling her back while squeezing one of her round blue tits. She cooed and curled up against his chest, kissing his neck enticingly as her little feet kicked in the air. Her ditzy bimbo brain was excited for whatever flatteringly perverse thing it was he had in mind.

She wasn’t disappointed. He took her into the abandoned apartment below on the top floor. It was being used by the zombie as a safehouse, with a plain bed (since she didn’t need to sleep) and a table with various plans, notes and newspaper clippings concerning the Medici’s recent activity strewn across its surface.

Tommy set her down halfway on the table, letting her oversized breasts on her undersized body smack down on the surface. Squigly didn't seem to mind. In fact, she even shoved the plans and papers aside to make way for her being bent over the table. She lifted her ass and wiggled it temptingly, letting it jiggle as her blue butt cheeks peeked out from beneath her dress like an open invitation. Tommy rolled her skirt up the rest of the way to her waist and thrust his way inside her.

"Ohhhhmigosh!" Squigly squealed, holding onto the table for dear life. "It's even bigger than I thought!" Her pussy had that same slight coolness to it, but she was wet and tight while yielding to his incoming erection. Undead or not, it was hard for Tommy to think of himself as a necrophile when his partner was panting and cursing on the end of his dick. In fact, she was even more into it than he was. It was only about a dozen thrusts before she orgasmed, even if those thrusts did push her whole body bouncing and dragged her tits across the table. She squirted her warm and thick juices over his cock, which had filled her so completely that it corked her pussy shut. He quickly pulled out, letting her orgasm drip out of her in a thick splash on the floor.

"Wow," Squigly mewled, her little fists clenching on the table. Her little legs waggled about as they dangled over the edge next to Tommy's thighs. "I can't believe that felt so good. I can't imagine OHHHHHH MY GOD! YES!"

Tommy still hadn't cum yet, and he couldn't pass up the chance to test out the transformed singer's ass. It was something to be admired when she was still onstage, but now that she'd been shrunken down and condensed it was even more tempting. He had squeezed and lifted her hips to pop himself inside, instantly resulting in the noisy reaction out of the zombie girl.

"So you like it up the ass, you pretty blue slut?" Gunne asked between his husky groans. She was intensely tight, of course, but she seemed built for this kind of sex. Her big curvy butt cheeks cushioned his every thrust as if welcoming him inside and trying to draw him deeper, but it was more than that. What was especially interesting was that this was easily the warmest part of her. After the lower temperatures of her breasts, mouth and pussy, her ass felt tight and hot like any living person. It was a welcome change, and almost as if her ass were the entire focus of her being.

"YES! Yes, oh my GOD! Fuck my ass, big boy!" Squigly screamed, pounding a fist on the table as she bit her stitched lip. "Use that cutie booty until it falls off if you have to! Just give it to me!" She was ranting passionately enough to drool over her mounted furniture, her boobs having bounced out of the top half of her dress some time ago. Tommy gave a firm slap to her ass that got another delighted squeal from Squigly, making her press her face into the wood of the table to lift her ass up higher.

She hadn't had a lover in so long! After all this time sulking and stalking around, to be adored and appreciated by a fan felt amazing. And god, this ass of hers. It was so big and gorgeous, even better suited for taking cock than her miniaturized pussy. She loved how it jiggled when he slapped it. She loved how it clenched around him as if trying to hug the cock inside of her and milk every drop of cum out of Tommy. She loved to twerk her ass around his cock, abandoning the classy song and dance numbers to use the trashy move so that her cheeks batted and rubbed the sides of his rod. She loved how he thrust so hard and deep inside of her that his ball slapped against her pussy. Perhaps most of all, she loved the feeling of his warm, wet seed trickling inside her, the first live material to be inside her besides her symbiote.

Right on cue, Tommy shot his load inside her ass. Squigly's beautiful voice rang out in a high-pitched cry, eyes forcing shut and ramming rapidly against his tensing cock. Her flexing anus could feel every pulse, every vein on the embedded rod. Her mouth hung open, smiling witlessly as even with no attention given to her womanhood in the slightest, the feeling of cum in her ass while her breasts dragged over the table were enough to make her squirt all over the floor in another orgasm. This one was even bigger than before, making her clench and shake around Tommy hard enough that he had to hold her steady unless. Her vibrations would have made him cum again if she hadn't already made his dick insanely sensitive.

"That's enough, tiny," Tommy assured her, but she kept shaking for almost half a minute before she calmed down. "Oh... oh my god... why did nobody tell me anal was so fucking good?!"

"Maybe because you haven't tried it. Maybe because you hadn't met me before." Tommy chuckled and eased his way out of her, but she shuddered and moaned as if ready for another go before he was all the way out of her ass. "But I think you passed the audition. And I think I know a place where you can get a lot more of that if you want it."

"Yes! Please!" Squigly agreed instantly, eyes wide and hungry for more. She stood up and adjusted her dress, Tommy watching her thighs. While her cum dribbled down her leg, his semen was nowhere to be seen. He had cum deep in her ass, but her sphincter was keeping it all inside like she was hoarding it. "My fans await!"

Squigly quickly joined Ms. Fortune at the brothel, the Medicis glad to have another new recruit. Apart from some jealous coworkers, even the ladies were glad to see another cute little comrade around the house of ill repute. The undead cutie was what you might call a triple threat, always willing to sing, dance, or fuck as needed.

Squigly strode along the small stage, singing a jazzy little tune. It was normally just for exhibitionist shows and stripteases, but they'd propped up a microphone. She drew in the customers who wanted a show to go with their "meal," and there wasn't much better to rope in a crowd than an undead dwarf "impersonator" of a world-famous singer. All the while, she would wink and blow kisses to flirt with the audience, scouting out her next partner while she put on her show. The crowd loved the happy wiggle of her hips when she got into her more enthusiastic solos, and she was sure to take long steps (relatively speaking) to show off her thick legs and ass. Also that she wasn't wearing any panties during the show, equal parts burlesque show as she was a lounge singer.

Squigly absolutely loved her new gig. She had everything she wanted. She was famous again, with fans throwing themselves at her feet just to talk to her or touch her. But she'd made up her mind for the night. She saw a burly tanned-skinned man, looking like he'd fit the bill for a Medici bouncer or bodyguard. She crooked her finger at him, the big guy grinning and walking up to the stage. She leaned over far enough to show him a ton of cleavage (and a bit of areola for good measure), kissing him deeply. The crowd hooted for the sexy display before she hopped off into his arms. "To my dressing room, please," she prompted him, wiggling to position herself comfortably in his muscled arms. Of course, that meant sticking her big juicy butt into his palm, easily squeezable as he carried her back to her room.

Squigly grabbed the man around the neck, pulling him down to kiss her stitched up lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth as hers curled into a smile, sighing through her nose. So long as she worked here, there was always someone to keep her warm. "I've been waiting for a man like you, big guy."

"My name's Charlie," the deep voice replied.

"Not important," she dismissed cheerily. "All that matters is that you're a fan and you know how to treat a lady." She wiggled her feet, urging him to set her down on her big cushy bed. She went on all fours, sticking her bubbly blue butt up in the air and wiggling it, letting her dress ride up to show off her lack of panties. "You do know how to treat a lady, don't you?" she cooed sweetly.

She couldn't get them naked fast enough, and soon she was braced on all fours while the big man mounted her from behind. He was every bit as hung as she'd hoped, even if a normal-sized man found her tight-fitting. Her new body seemed to be even more durable than her original undead form, so even while it filled her to bursting, she was shouting and drooling from all the pleasure.

"OHHHH my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, big daddy! Wreck my pretty blue butt!" she raved in a shrill, excited voice. "Oh my god, I can taste that monster dick of yours from here!" She arched her back, tossing her dark blue hair over her shoulders. Charlie took the invitation to grab hold of it, pulling on the mane like a set of reigns and burying himself deeper into her warm and juicy ass.

"My lady, I heard screaming," came a voice by the window. Leviathan slithered his head in from outside, watching the scene rather stoically. "Were you in need of-"

"Fuck, Leviathan! I told you not to interrupt while I'm working!" Squigly snapped at him. She gave him a shooing wave as the draconic parasite hung his head and slinked away again. "Don't mind him, handsome. You just keep doing what you do best. In fact, if you could do it even harder, that'd be great."

"Whatever you say, little lady." Charlie smacked her on the ass, getting her to shout from the pleasant surprise. She was even more surprised when he pulled back on her hair even harder, grabbing one of her thighs and using both handles to lift her into the air. Squigly let out a euphoric grunt as she found herself suspended in the air, balancing on nothing but the cock in her ass. She couldn't do anything but spread her legs to squeeze her plump cheeks tighter together, but she loved the feeling of his thrusts and gravity working together to dig his manhood as deep as it could possibly go inside her.

As Charlie turned to sit down on the bed, she found herself in her favorite position. He was holding her thighs and pulling them up, putting her ankles up past her ears (and her fatal head injury). He sat facing her dresser, complete with the large mirror where she did her makeup before her shows. It gave her a perfectly pornographic view of herself getting fucked in the ass, her breasts bouncing helplessly on her chest while she held onto his neck for any semblance of balance.

She loved the view like this. She could see Charlie's huge member drilling into her and her anus struggling to swallow it each time. She watched him dig deep enough to make her belly bulge into the shape of his massive erection, fucking her hard enough to shift the shape of her curvy little body. She saw the face of a beautiful celebrity distorted by his rough fucking, as if his cock were pounding her hard enough to vibrate her brain. Her mouth hung open in an endless cry of muted pleasure, shamelessly drooling over herself and eyes watering as her makeup started to run. To her eyes, though, there was nothing more beautiful than how she looked and felt right then and there.

"That's my pretty girl," Charlie groaned in her ear. He reached around to cup her chin, forcing her limp neck backward so he could kiss her roughly on the mouth. She moaned like the brainless, horny zombie she was right now, parting her lips and letting him push his tongue in past her stitching. She was still rolling her tongue around his when he released her, so lost in lust that she didn't seem to notice. She smiled with her mouth wide open, drooling over her breasts and his shoulder as he reached around to take her by her hefty blue tits. He squeezed her breasts and pulled on them, stretching out the cool and hard nipples, getting more high moans and praises from the miniature zombie celebrity.

"Oh yesssss! That's it! Rough me up, baby! It's not like you're gonna kill me again!" Squigly wiggled her butt up and down against him while she rubbed her spread open pussy. It was more to give Charlie a show than for actual pleasure. She couldn't tell why, but she had become fixated on anal. She would let the paying customers use her pussy, but she'd always try to talk them into taking her ass instead. Everything felt tighter and harder and more sensitive in there. Sometimes it felt as if her actual clitoris was somehow in her ass.

Charlie was a regular at the brothel and he knew the special rules that applied to the short girls that had been showing up. Whether by their own powers or whatever had turned them into this parody of themselves, they were of a sturdier stock than the rest of the girls in their whore house. They even flaunted and boasted how much they could take, like when Ms. Fortune had tried to set a record for how many cocks she could fit inside herself.

It was what spurred him to slide her off his cock and plant her on her stomach on the bed. Her breasts hung off the edge and she cooed as she wiggled her ass. It was half to excite and draw him back in, but the other half was to feel the leaking precum squish around inside her loosened asshole.

"Let's see just how deep you go, blue," Charlie said. She saw his wicked grin in the mirror as he held up her hips. He lined her ass up perfectly parallel to her head before he plowed into her again.

She let out the usual happy squeal when his cock's head popped inside her asshole. She clenched her cheeks, making her anus almost suck on the dribbling dick before he pushed it in further. The slowly expanding rod stretched her ass wider, making Squigly hiss softly as she dug her fingers into the bedsheets.

"Yessss, nice and deep, big boy," she whispered as she savored the one long, deep push. She felt that warm and familiar sensation of the hung and brawny man sheathing the entirety of his meat inside her, signalled by the dense slap of his balls against her pussy. She mewled with pleasure as she clamped her ass around it, flexing the tight internal muscles to massage the entire rod.

It was just a shock to her when he kept on thrusting in deeper. Her plump ass cheeks had to spread wider as he kept pushing further, making her gasp and gag as it went what felt like impossibly deep. She felt a pressure in her chest, and then with a wet sucking noise, she felt his balls push into her ass to fill her even further. He pulled harder on her hair until she opened her mouth wide, letting out an intense cry of pleasure... just before the head of his cock came out from between her stitched lips. She stared at the mirror in wide-eyed shock to realize that her little body had been completely impaled on this man's cock.

"You'd said you wanted to taste it," Charlie reminded her teasingly. Squigly stared her herself, stunned to find herself with both her mouth and ass full of dick by the means of the same man. She started to drool around his cock at the same time as the prick dribbled precum down on her chin and breasts. She swallowed hard, feeling that indeed the flexing of her stomach and ass felt the same hard, fleshy rod pushing all the way through her.

When he started to hump her again, she shuddered violently as pleasure wracked every part of her body. The giant cock ravaged her insides in all the best ways, feeling his leaking cock paint her insides with his precum. His dickhead kept poking out and back into her mouth, all while his shifting balls and base of his cock continued to please her ass.

"Oh! Oh my GAGHHH god! I can't fUGGHHF believe... it! Fuck, I can't BRFFFF breathe! I can't think! FUUGFFF! Fuck! Fuck me harder, Charlie! Break me in half wIFFF that monster dick! Drive me crazy with your DIGHHHFP!"

Her lusty rant kept being cut off by the surprising mouthful of dick, but her exhausted body still found impossible pleasure in the ridiculously powerful fucking. She squirted hard as her whole body was ravaged, just to cum twice more before he could finish. She had cum from anal more than once before, but it was like her body was orgasming for every part of her body that he was plowing through. He finally came inside her, somewhere around her throat or lungs because she felt the warmth build up in her a moment before she coughed out a large glob of it.

"Oh... oh fuck," she wheezed, spitting out another few lumps of jizz as Charlie finally and carefully pulled back out of her. "That was the craziest fucking thing I've ever done and I want to do it again right now," she babbled out in a weak, squeaky voice. "If only I could remember how to walk... I think you fucked me so hard I forget how to walk!"

Charlie laughed as he wiped some sweat from his brow and clapped her on the ass. "Good. It's not your strong suit. You're just good for singing, looking pretty, and taking cock, right?"

"Are you kidding me?" she smiled, plucking some more semen that had been stuck to her mouth's stitches. "If it means taking more up the ass, I'd gladly drop the singing. Why be an attention whore when you could just be a whore?" She flashed him a cheeky wink and wiggled her butt for him. "I need a break after that one... but in case I nod off, feel free to help yourself, okay, tiger?"

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."