The Adventures of a Padded Catgirl (Patreon)

Part 9 – Kitty Explorer =

Current Stats

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Kitty

Catgirl - Level 2

Class: None

Skills: Mommy Call

Perks: None

Abilities: Kitty Sensitivities, Bedwetting

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Her dreams swirled with visions of Demon Mommy’s and Catgirl’s and of being strapped down on a changing table in a giant nursery! Kitty squirmed, wiggled, and whined as she slept. It had taken her a few moments to fall asleep, but was surprised even so with just how quickly took her. She thought maybe that Saranya had cast one last spell on her to knock her out, but it truly might have just been from how exhausted she’d felt as her eyes closed.

When Kitty’s eyes eventually opened once again she had no idea how much time had passed given that there was no windows in the bedroom. Even if there was though, she realized, she’d have no idea about anything. If the Demon Mommy had been telling the truth, and she was in a whole new world altogether, who’s to say it even gets light and dark here. And if it did, who knew how many hours was in a day? For all she knew a single day in this world could be 40 hours of light and 6 hours of dark. It could even...!

Kitty stopped herself and took a breath, realizing that if she started thinking about every implication and question she had right now, she’d go insane. Instead, she opened up her eyes all the way and sat up in bed. Her pacifier, the curse on it that made her keep sucking having apparently worn off, was dropped to the floor. She had more important things to think about though as the movement made her remember something horrible as she felt it immediately. As she moved, she felt a sudden cold dampness press not only against her ass, but also her private parts. The coldness felt wet, and sticky and gross. Kitty blushed harder than ever as she realized it was true. She truly had wet the bed. Just like the Demon had said she would, and just like that ability’s description had told her she was now forced to do. She hadn’t wet the bed since she was 6 years old, and even at the time she’d felt waaaaaay too old to be doing something like that. Now here, at 22 years old she realized that she’d, without a doubt, done it again. It didn’t even matter that it was caused by some mutation or spell or whatever, but just the fact that she was waking up with a wetness in her crotch was awful enough.

Surprised that she wasn’t strapped down right now, like she had been at the changing table, Kitty pushes the blankets that are over her aside and stepped out of the bed, her short legs dangling until she finally managed to touch the floor. Still dressed only in a pink onesie and fuzzy socks, Kitty stood up straight from her place in bed and did her best not to squirm too much because every time she did the cold wetness of her pull-up would press against her, making her unable to forget what she was wearing even a little bit. She looked around the room, desperate to find at least a change, and mumbled out a brief “Thank God.” When she found where the Demon had apparently stored fresh protection for her. A jolt of dread ran down Kitty’s spine as she took in just how many packages of protection were sitting there. Part of her expected them to be blocked or locked or booby trapped or something in a crazy world like this, but when she grabbed one, nothing happened.

She looked down at the package and read the labels of it. The girl on the front, a young woman her age, was gleefully smiling on the package and showing off her padded derriere quite proudly and seemed to be in the middle of wiggling it. The quote on the package read, “For those ‘big girls’ who need a little more help growing up.” Kitty glared down at the package and tossed it back into the pile. “Fuck that.” She mumbled out.

Just like that, with a little ping sound, a new message flashed in front of her, the words once again being spoken in her mind by some disembodied voice:

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Tutorial Tip

Nuh uh uhhhh, naughty girl. You are Mommy Saranya’s baby now. Babies don’t swear ever. It’s strongly suggested that you refrain from doing so in the future or you will be punished. Your Mommy will be kept well informed of your naughty counters.

Potty Mouth Counter: 1

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With the message that flashed on the screen, Kitty could feel the anger bubbling up inside of her. She couldn’t even swear now??! Who the hell was this lady to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do?

“Fuck you!” Kitty blurted out at the voice. A second ding in her mind notified her, as the words ‘Potty Mouth Counter’ appeared in front of her eyes just long enough for the counter to turn into a 2. She didn’t care though. She was done with this place.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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