House Cat! - The Kitchen / Poll 4 (Patreon)

Yuri’s sandals clapped against the man-made floorboards of the kitchen as the two of them entered, the camera hovering above them to get the best shot of the room.

The kitchen, of course, looked as blank and empty as every other room they’d visited so far. The automated cat’s paws that had built the house had installed floorboards and counters and all the pipes and juicetronics, but the room still looked as if it had been hit by a particularly greedy cat thief.

Dr. Ie* spread her arms and whirled around happily. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked. “A perfect blank canvas for the house artist to work on, nya!”

*Pronounced ‘ya’, as in: ‘ya never know when they’ll come in handy’.

“I thought you were the house doctor?”

“What is a doctor but an artist of the body, nya?”

“A medical practition–?”

Dr. Ie dismissed this with a wave of her hand. “Nyow, let’s get down to business.” She turned to the cat’s eye camera with a grin. “Welcome back to House Cat!, nya! It’s time to furnish the kitchen, and oooh, nyou’ve picked another juicy universe for the task.”

She licked her lips, tail flexing in amusement. “Let’s bring in some material and get started, nya~.” She drew her pointer and twirled it like a pen, aimed it at the center of the empty room and–

Zaaap!

Pink light seared Yuri’s eyes.

When it cleared, she found herself staring at a gaggle of curvaceous women with various hair and outfit colors: there was a blonde in pink, a brunette in orange, and two blondes in blue, among others. Landing in a heap in the center of the room, they looked around and gasped to see Dr. Ie looming over them.

At once, one of the blondes in blue leapt to her feet and threw herself at Dr. Ie as if she faced this kind of situation all the time.

“Oooh,” said the Doctor, leaping back with a laugh. “I was expecting nyou to be fiesty, but I didn't think nyou’d act this fast, nya.” Grinning, she spun like a top, dropped to the floor, and kicked the blonde’s feet out from under her. The blonde struck the ground as if she’d been hit by a meteor, though to Yuri the entire affair appeared incredibly sluggish.

Before the blonde had a chance to stand, Dr. Ie produced a glob of plasticky, split it in half, and flung some at the woman’s wrists and ankles. “Hehe,” she said with a smirk, “look, I caught a Samus. Maybe I’m the real bounty hunter, nya.”

As Samus struggled furiously in her restraints, Dr. Ie produced more plasticky and threw it at the other women, catching each (literally) before they had a chance to react. This done, she picked up Samus like a carpet, carried her over to the pile of struggling girls and dumped her with a grin, taking special care that the bounty hunter landed in as erotic a pose as possible. In this case, it meant her face was buried in a green-haired woman’s chest. “Mmmphf!”

“There,” said Dr. Ie, “nyow that that’s all sorted, what’s the first item on our menu? What do nyou think every kitchen nyeeds the most, Yuri?”

Yuri tapped her chin. “A nyice potted plant?”

The house doctor scowled. “Nyo nyo, we’ve just done one of those, nya. Think of something more kitchen-y, like… a toaster! Ooooh, every kitchen has to have a toaster. Isn’t that right, Yuri?”

“I’d prefer a plant–”

“Toaster it is!” With a grin, she spun to face the pile of struggling women and pulled out a brunette in an orange dress. “What’s nyour nyame, nya?”

The woman stared at her in obvious fear. “I’m Daisy…”

“I like that nyame,” said Yuri, cocking her head.

“Lemme ask nyou a question, Daisy,” said Dr. Ie, holding her pointer to the woman’s face like a mic, “do nyou like bread?”

Daisy stared at her. “Do I like wh–?!”

“Bzzt! It doesn’t actually matter what nyou like, nya. But I hope nyou like bread, because nyou’re going to be tasting a lot of it from nyow on.” Zap!

Daisy–and half the other women–screamed as a bolt of pink lightning burst from the tip of Dr. Ie’s pointer and slammed into the confused brunette before she had a chance to respond.
She wailed, body shuddering in the face of the pen’s energy as her clothing vanished in a wave of flame and the skin beneath it shone, slick with sweat.

Then, just as suddenly, her cries cut off and her mouth opened wide, wide, wide. That’s not to say her jaw dropped–rather, her mouth stretched sideways, as if someone had given her a bloodless Glasgow smile.

This wasn’t the only thing happening to her, however. As she struggled to close her mouth, she found herself raising her legs like a gymnast, squeezing her not ungenerous thighs against her breasts in the process. A moment later, her legs folded in on themselves too, squeezing themselves into a pair of tight stubs around her sex, which, like her mouth, grew larger with the second, yawning sideways.

Daisy struggled to wail in horror, though her altered mouth made it difficult. Fortunately, the other women had her covered–though they were a surprisingly taciturn lot as a whole, the ones who were willing to scream more than made up for the others.

As her mouth and pussy finished growing, the rest of Daisy’s body decided it was its turn to change: her arms collapsed into her shoulders, her head started to shrink into her neck, and her entire figure, overall, suddenly decided it was fashionable to assume a more cuboid shape. It did so with a sound like ‘splut’.

Compacted into a cuboid barely a foot or more in width, Daisy lay there twitching on the floor of the empty kitchen, her tiny eyes trembling as they folded out of existence. The rest of her flesh shivered for several seconds longer before her skin hardened into plastic, and she became utterly inanimate. Finally, a wave of paint washed over her, coloring her like her burnt up dress, and just like that, it was over. Daisy was gone–in her place was a toaster.

Grinning, Dr. Ie picked her up and held her to the camera. “What do nyou think, nya? Doesn’t she make the perfect little bread-burning machine.” Laughing, she plopped her on the counter. “Let’s see, I think I have some…” Rummaging in her cleavage, she produced two slices of bread, plopped them in Daisy’s slots, and pushed down her lever.

Yuri giggled as the princess’s psychic moans of horror turned to squeals of utter lust.

Dr. Ie chuckled. “Anyway,” she said, “while we’re waiting for the princess to finish our toast, “let’s move on to the nyext item on our list. What else does a kitchen nyeed, Yuri?”

“Um, maybe a potted pl–”

“That’s right, a microwave, nya. For all those foods nyou really love but just can’t be bothered to cook nyourself. Nyahaha!”

She whirled on the gaggle of restrained women, who struggled to pull away from her. “Who wants to be a microwave, nya?”

No one responded, obviously. Seeing that no one was ever going to, Dr. Ie marched forward and picked one:

“Nyou, nya~.”

A blonde in a star-speckled blue dress gasped in shock. She tried to protest, but Dr. Ie grabbed her by the wrist before she could get a word out, wrenched her into the air and across the room. “Say hello to Rosalina, our nyew microwave, everyone.”

Rosalina squirmed in Dr. Ie’s grip.

Grinning like a demon, Dr. Ie hauled her to the center of the room and plopped her squirming body on the floor with a giggle. “Any last words before we make nyou into an insult to good food, nya?”

Rosalina glared and looked away, refusing to show her fear. Yuri didn’t know why she bothered–her emotions were as obvious as the color of her dress. Fear streamed off her skin like a comet’s tail.

“Mmmn, nyice choice of words, nya. They’ll remember them for generations.” Rolling her eyes at the camera, Dr. Ie twirled her pen and–Zaap!

Rosalina opened her mouth, if only to scream. Like Daisy’s before her, her dress went up in a poof of pinkish smoke, and she wailed as her body shuddered in the face of the beam’s intensity. Her boobs bounced–her legs slammed together to stem the tide flowing from between them. She screwed up her eyes, trying (and failing) to hide her tears.

Then, as if driven by some absurd desire to imitate a football, she curled up, leaving only her head sticking out. Like Daisy before her, she smiled an artificial smile, and moaned through her eyes as her mouth stretched wide, wide, wide.

Unlike Daisy’s, her mouth didn’t simply grow larger, but actually became tall too, forming a large rectangle of teeth, which shimmered and turned see-through. They retained some of their enamel as a layer of coating.

As her eyes slammed shut and vanished into her changing body, the rest of her compacted into a cuboid maybe twice the size of Daisy. Her reshaped flesh continued to squirm for several seconds before finally solidifying, its surface turning a bright sky blue, the color of her former dress.

With that, the pointer light vanished, and the new microwave lay steaming on the floor of the kitchen.

Giggling, Dr. Ie stooped and picked it up. “Nyaaah, purrfect, nya. Nyou’ll have so much fun reheating all nyour leftovers with this, Yuri.”

Yuri frowned as if insulted.

Picking the microwave up, Dr. Ie plopped it on the counter beside Daisy and turned back to the cameras. Ignoring her, Yuri leaned in to inspect Rosalina’s new form. The princess had retained more of her composure than Daisy. …At least until Yuri pushed her buttons, at which point her mental moans became as loud as any other man-made object.

Dr. Ie, meanwhile, was struggling to pick their next item. “Hmm,” she said, tapping her chin with a frown. “How aboooout… nyou!” Her finger came to a stop aimed at another blonde, this time with pointed ears. “Anyway, let’s see… What would nyou be best-suited for, nya? Hmm. What do nyou think, Yuri?”

“A potted–”

“A sink! Of course! Nyou’re a genius, Yuri! I’m sure she’ll make the perfect sink! What do nyou think of that, Zelda? Does being a sink sound fun to nyou?”

The princess opened her mouth to protest, but D.r Ie didn’t give her the chance. Zap! Zelda screamed instead as the power coursed through her body and hauled her into the air, dragging her across the room to the flick of Dr. Ie’s wrist. With a grunt, she landed ass-first in the empty spot in the counter reserved for the sink and lay there trapped, squirming to pull herself out, like someone who’d fallen into the toilet. In a flash, her clothing vanished, leaving her stark naked too.

“Please–!” she cried, clearly struggling to speak, “let me–Aiiii!” Her cry for help turned to a moan of mad delight. She squirmed and thrashed even harder, struggling to pull herself out of the counter.

“Ooh, that’ll be the pipes,” said Dr. Ie. Yuri giggled.

Zelda, on the other hand, moaned louder and thrashed harder as the house’s piping wormed its way into her body. At the same time, she sank deeper, body slipping into the rectangular hole until only her upper body and lower legs. The latter wiggled weakly.

Between her thighs, Zelda’s sex began to twitch. She screamed, eyes rolling back in their sockets, as her virgin pussy stretched like it wanted to swallow a tree trunk, gaping to fill the entire bowl of the sink.

At the same time, something very similar was happening to her chest. As Zelda moaned at the ecstasy radiating out of her swollen new pussy, her little breasts twitched and exploded like balloons, swelling to ten times their former size. They sloshed loudly over the edge of her stretched-out sex, her bloated nipples already leaking a translucent fluid.

As her face grew redder, and her moans grew louder, Zelda’s body slowed steadily down till she was barely moving at all. Finally, her eyes rolled back in their sockets for one last time, her tongue lolled out of her mouth in lust, and she froze that way, trapped in her new body shape. A wave of sparkles washed over her, and her flesh turned a bright silver.

Finally, her frozen nipples twitched again and swelled, stretching into a pair of large metal taps, one hot and one cold.

With that, Dr. Ie lowered her pen. “Ta-da!” she said, giving the camera a big grin. “Doesn’t she look much better this way, nya? Why don’t nyou try her out, Yuri?”

“Okay!” bouncing over to the counter, Yuri raised her hands, cracked her knuckles, and seized Zelda’s new taps with a grin of delight.

At once, a blast of ecstasy exploded from Zelda’s head. Nn~! Turn them! Turn them! I’m so full! Nn~!

Giggling to herself, Yuri obliged. With a twist of her hands, two thick streams of water burst from Zelda’s nipples to fill her swollen sex.

“Oooh, nyou’ve made her so wet,” said Dr. Ie, prompting a laugh track.

Without a pause, the House Doctor turned her attention back to the considerably reduced pile. “As fun as it is to play with the nyew furniture though, we really shouldn’t take our time! We’ve still got lots to add to this room, and at least a couple of rooms to explore afterward! We can’t afford to take our time! Nyow, what should we do nyext?” she asked, taking her time to think of an answer. “Oh! Of course! How could I forget, nya? What’s a kitchen without…>”

Her eyes settled on a blonde in a pink dress. She wore a regal tiara, though in the current context it looked less like a symbol of authority and more like a ridiculous trinket.

Dr. Ie licked her lips. “Mmm, nyou look like nyou enjoy baking. How’d nyou like to be an oven, nya?”

Peach’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a little squeak of shock.

Dr. Ie laughed. “I’ll take that for a yes, nya. Well, let’s put a bun in nyou.” Zap!

Pink lightning shrieked across the kitchen, struck Peach in the chest, and wrenched her into the air like a rag doll.

Turning to the empty slot in the middle of the counter, Dr. Ie swung Peach across the room and slammed her into place like a bricklayer completing a wall. Satisfied with her work, she gave her wrist a little twist.

Peach screamed as her dress exploded into hundreds of burning scraps. Her naked body shone in the light of the pointer’s beam.

As she struggled to escape its grip, Peach found her arms wrenched back, and her legs sucked into the floor as if it were made of mud. Tugged against the wall, she sat there and trembled like a prisoner in her cell awaiting execution. Sniveling, she drew in a deep breath. “Release–!”

Boing!

Blinking, Peach looked down and gaped to see her stomach swelled, pumping into a fat, tight sphere, like a hot air balloon. Staring at it, she stammered in shock.

Unfortunately for Peach, her stomach wasn’t the only part of her to be receiving this treatment. To her moans of horror and pleasure, her boobs inflated as well, swelling into two fat spheres riding on the curve of her stomach. She squealed as her nipples twitched, grown larger than her head.

As her stomach expanded, the surrounding counter squeezed it even tighter. Like a melon growing in a plastic mold, it assumed her cube shape, with sharp edges and distinctly unfleshly corners. Meanwhile, her boobs flattened as if crushed by a pair of hammers, forming two flat pancakes of flesh atop her cuboid stomach. Her head, unchanged, wailed in obvious horror.

Finally, her body finished growing, and Peach’s cries of lust cut off as she lost her remaining animacy. With a wave of sparkles, the color pink washed over her, painting all her flesh into glossy metal and plastic.

One last wave of sparkles danced around her belly, which promptly sprouted a handle. Her belly button, in turn, stretched into a wide, glass window, revealing her hollow, metal interior. Another small wave swirled around her flattened boobs, transforming them into a pair of dark hotplates, already warm.

Buttons and dials sprouted from the top of her stomach like mushrooms, and with that the transformation was over. Dr. Ie lowered her wand, leaving a bright pink oven in the place of the former princess.

Chuckling, Dr. Ie placed a finger on the hob and laughed as her dough-like flesh browned. “Oooh, she’s so hot, nya.”

“Where’s that laughter coming from?” asked Yuri, studying the camera suspiciously.

Chuckling to herself, Dr. Ie bounced back to the… well, it wasn’t really much of a pile anymore. Only two women remained: Palutena, green-haired, in her long, flowing robes; and Samus, her curvaceous figure packed into her tightly-fitted zero suit. Both threw Dr. Ie glares of fury as she approached them.

“Fufu, looks like we’re almost done here, nya. Which one of nyou wants to go nyext? Nyou, maybe?” She poked Samus’s boob. “Nyo, nyo, on second thought, I wanna make something out of a goddess.” She licked her lips.

Palutena’s eyes opened wide for the briefest instant, but she managed to control her fear and keep herself composed as Dr. Ie’s pointer turned on her.

Not that it did her any good in the long run.

Zap! “AiiIi!” A lustful scream escaped the goddess’s regal lips as she shot across the room and landed in the corner, her robes burning away mid-flight.

Landing on her feet, she slammed her legs together and held her arms against her sides, her tall, curvaceous figure held as rigid as a cadet before their drill sergeant.

As she struggled to make herself move, Dr. Ie obliged her. With a gasp, the goddess found her head thrown back to point at the ceiling while her mouth opened impossibly wide, wide, wider…

Like a sock rolled into itself, her expanding mouth seemed to distort her body. The upper half of her head folded back, while her neck and everything below it collapsed, compacting into a tight cylinder of flesh barely a couple of feet in height.

The exception to this rule was her clitoris, which did the opposite. Instead of shrinking it grew, grew wide and flat, so that by the time her body stopped shrinking it rested just above the floor like a third foot.

Palutena’s eyes, squeezed tight by her transformation, twitched in horror. She struggled to speak, but her altered mouth made it utterly impossible.

Finally, the upper half of her head collapsed into a short cylinder of its own and slammed down on her gaping mouth, cutting it off entirely. A last wave of light washed over her painting in the final details: her clit turned to hard, dark plastic, while the rest of her shimmered and became a glossy green and white metal.

With that, Dr. Ie lowered her wand. Where Palutena had been stood a little metal pedal bin just waiting for something to feed it some garbage.

Giggling, Yuri bounced over and raised her foot. She could feel Palutena’s thoughts of horror and indignation flowing from inside her, growing more and more desperate as Yuri’s foot approached her–

Clounk! Yuri’s foot hit the goddess’s clit-turned-pedal, and the new bin’s lid swung open. At the same time, Palutena released an intense scream of orgasm. Exactly as she would every time someone used her from now on.

Dr. Ie laughed. “And then there was one~.” She licked her lips.

On the floor of the kitchen, Samus grit her teeth and fixed Dr. Ie with a glare.

“So scary,” said the Doctor, covering her face like a fearful infant. “Quick, Yuri, help me, before she ‘bounty hunts’ me or whatever it is she does.”

Yuri looked between Dr. Ie and Samus, lying restrained on the floor. “...I can hold her down if nyou like?”

“...Just try nyot to block the camera, nya.”

Smiling, Dr. Ie advanced. “Let’s see… let’s see… what else does this kitchen nyeed. Hmm, it’s such a difficult question, nya. After all, I think we’ve already handled all the important stuff.” She tapped her chin. “Is there anything you’d especially like to become, nya?”

Samus simply glared at her.

Dr. Ie laughed. “Nyou’re so cold. …Hey, that reminds me! I almost forgot the refrigerator!” With a laugh, she pointed out the remaining empty spot in the kitchen’s counter. “Hehe, I bet nyou’d make an excellent refrigerator, nya.”

For the first time since her kidnapping, a brief mote of fear flashed in Samus’s eyes. With a scowl, she struggled against her bonds with renewed force, though no matter how hard she thought she came nowhere near to breaking them.

Dr. Ie watched her in amusement. “Well, that’s enough playing around, nya. Let’s finished this room off and move on to the nyext one!” She twirled her pointer around her finger, brought its tip down to aim at Samus’s face, and smiled mischievously. “Something something freeze, nya.”

Zap!

Samus’s scream rang through the kitchen.

With a flick of her wrist, Dr. Ie wrenched the bounty hunter off the ground and flung her through the air to land in the open gap on the counter. Samus grunted as she landed, struggling to get back to her feet, but the pointer’s beam held her in place as her zero suit dissolved into a thousand burning scraps.

Dr. Ie twisted her wrist, and the pointer’s beam flared. Samus screamed again, and this time there was a definite note of pleasure to it.

Caught in the pointer’s energy, the bounty hunter’s nipples twitched and her pussy poured relentlessly. She blushed and tried to slam her legs shut, but the pointer kept them apart even as she started to change.

Slowly, slowly, Samus rose into the air, and a pale white–like ice, but even more intense–spread over her skin. For the first few seconds, she stared at it in horror, but as the transformation progressed, a strange expression overcame Samus’s face.

Panting for breath, she screwed up her eyes and spread her arms and legs as far apart as they could go, clearly fighting some intense internal battle. In the end, of course, her loss was inevitable:

Throwing back her head, Samus moaned in utter lust. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, she groped greedily at her breasts and her pussy, squeezing and fingering herself even as the change continued to spread over her body. Her face flushed red; her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her fingers made an audible schlicking sound as they delved greedily into her sex.

Finally, the whiteness reached her hands and her mouth, and she froze in her expression of ecstasy, silent and cold.

The change didn’t stop there though. Her altered body, white as alabaster, continued to grow with the second, as if layer after layer of fresh ice were coating her form. Interestingly, it affected her back more than her front: within a minute, it appeared as if a large white block had sprouted from her back.

“Almost there,” said Dr. Ie, with a laugh.

Yuri cocked her head curiously.

The block continued to grow till it filled the gap in the counter completely. As it ceased expanding, a wave of sparkles passed over it, and several splits appeared in the firm material: one line sliced right under Samus’s breasts, cutting her chest and everything above it off from the rest of her body.

Finally, a handle sprouted to the left of Samus’s hand, and with that, Dr. Ie lowered her pointer, and the light faded. Where Samus had been sitting stood a large, white refrigerator… with a facade in the shaping of a masturbating bounty hunter for its doors.

Leaning close, Yuri listened in on the woman’s thoughts. Pleasure, intense and hot, radiated from Samus’s trapped mind like heat from a volcano. Beneath it was a distinct undertone of shame, as if, despite her enjoyment, the bounty hunter still resented her new position.

Curiously, Yuri rubbed the hunter’s frozen breast, and all the shame Samus felt vanished beneath an eruption of red-hot lust. Yuri giggled.

“What do nyou think, Yuri? Doesn’t it look wonderful?”

Yuri looked around and shrugged. “I stick think it would look better with some nyice pla–”

“Well would nyou look at the time!” cried Dr. Ie. “Join us after the break, when we find out who we’re using to furnish the bathroom! Make sure to vote, nya!”