Kitty's Korner
written by:
The Sympathetic Devil

All Dr. John Bruce was trying to do was find a cure for Toxoplasma gandii, a parasite found in cats and known to alter their behavior. When it became clear that he couldn't eradicate the microorganism that caused the infection, he began toying with the idea of engineering a version of the protozoan that would outcompete the wild strain. Eventually he stumbled upon a version of the protozoan that had a remarkable affect on the cats in his lab. The most vicious. nasty alley cats, after being infected with his engineered strain, became docile and affectionate.

After two weeks of observation, the cats actually seemed a lot healthier. The older ones were bouncing around like kittens and rolling over to have their bellies rubbed almost like dogs.

Dr. Bruce knew it wasn't particularly ethical, but the crazy cat lady next door had some of the most vicious, nasty cats he'd ever seen and they were constantly getting into his yard and yowling in the middle of the night, leaving dead song birds all over the neighborhood. He decided to do a field test. He took several samples home from the lab, mixed it with tuna and spread it about his yard.

The effect on the cats was almost immediate. The yowling and the dead birds stopped. Dr. Bruce got some of the best nights sleep he had had in years. It wasn't until a month later that he noticed that his protozoan could jump species.

His neighbor, Catherine Floyd, rarely left her house so it was hardly surprising that he hadn't noticed. Yes, he knew the theory that Toxoplasma gandii was responsible for the weird behavior of women who lived alone with cats, but he never put a lot of stock in it.

At least he hadn't, until he had looked from his second story window down into Catherine Floyd's backyard to see her wandering about in her underwear.

Mrs. Floyd was surrounded by her cats, rubbing up against her naked legs while she held two of them in her arms cradled against her breasts. Dr. Bruce had never considered himself a voyeur, but he couldn't help but go and pull out his bird watching binoculars.

Mrs. Floyd had a big dopey grin on her face as she wandered about aimlessly, stroking her cats as they rubbed and rubbed against her. Even more surprising than her behavior was her appearance. Had the middle-aged woman always been hiding that body underneath her frumpy clothes? Dr. Bruce couldn't see how. And her face looked 10 years younger. That couldn't just be the effect of the smile, could it? For the sake of science, Dr. Bruce knew he had to study this phenomenon.

Finding an excuse to visit Catherine Floyd was easy. The next day he just lured a big orange tabby into his backyard with a bit of tuna, and picked up the docile thing to carry it over to his neighbor's house. Three months ago the cat would have shredded his arm by way of thank you, but now it just purred contentedly.

"Hello Mrs. Floyd," Dr. Bruce said when the woman opened her door to his knock, wearing a bathrobe that she had neglected to tie closed. "I'm your neighbor, John Bruce. This little pussy cat wandered into my yard and got lost, so I thought I'd bring her over."

Catherine Floyd gave him the biggest most grateful smile he had ever seen.

"Oh my Ginger!" She exclaimed "Oh thank you thank you thank you! I missed my Ginger so much!"

And then she giggled and sighed contentedly.

Close up, the changes in Catherine Floyd were undeniable. She was definitely younger and the breasts peeking out from her bathrobe were much too perky for a 45-year-old as she took the orange cat and started rubbing it between them. Her skin had a healthy glow and her green eyes sparkled. Even her dark blonde hair seemed more lustrous than Dr. Bruce had remembered.

Catherine invited him in for a cup of tea and, for the sake of science and a better glimpse at her tits, Dr. Bruce accepted. Talking with his neighbor, it was clear that she was crazy. But he was pretty sure that his protozoan had only modified her craziness, not caused it. Whereas before she had seemed paranoid and bitter, now she seemed deliriously happy.

Catherine was as open to his questioning as her bathrobe was to her tits. She would occasionally notice that a nipple was showing, giggle and cover it up, only to have it peek out again a moment later. Dr. Bruce learned that she worked online from home doing medical billing and that, in combination with a rather generous divorce settlement, she did fairly well. Dr. Bruce suspected Mr. Floyd was quite willing to pay to get away from the pre-engineered Mrs. Floyd. If he saw her now, he might have second thoughts.

Dr. Bruce wasn't sure when he decided to seduce her. It might've been that first night with the binoculars. But he knew he needed to take it slow. This was uncharted territory.

He wasn't worried about infection. He had undergone extensive immunization against all varieties of toxoplasma prior to beginning his research. But he wanted to make more observations to the changes in Catherine Floyd before attempting anything that might upset her. She was clearly unbalanced. He needed to make sure he had her trust. But biology was stronger than his plans. The next day, when he brought another wayward pussy, along with a quart of ice cream, he found Mrs. Floyd even more inviting than the day before.

She had been buying lingerie online because her bras just weren't fitting anymore, she explained, but the ones she ordered still didn't fit, so today she was wearing a translucent pink robe and pink lace panties. She squealed in delight at the vanilla ice cream and soon was lapping it out a bowl face-first, sharing with two of her constant feline companions. When Dr. Bruce went to wipe a bit of ice cream from her cheek, she started nuzzling his hand and purring. He couldn't resist the urge to start stroking her hair and she responded spectacularly, purring louder and louder and squirming all over.

His hands moved to her chest and she arched her back and she arched her back and her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and making animalistic moans. Dr. Bruce's cock began to swell uncomfortably in his pants.

"Oh, you're a good kitty, aren't you Catherine?" he said, his hands working down her belly. "Such a pretty pussy!"

One had reached around to the small of her back as the other found the soft thatch of hair that crowned her cunt. He leaned in and sucked at her neck as his thumb just above her clit, pressed and circled. Catherine yowled and dug her nails into the back of his head, grinding her hips.

After three minutes of that, she pushed him back. Dr. Bruce looked at her, confused as to what he had done wrong. Her eyes were wide and fierce. She stood up, pulled down her panties turned away from him and bent over, presenting her backside to him, her pussy dripping, inviting. She was clearly in heat.

Dr. Bruce abandoned all plans of patience and prudence and gave her what she was asking for. He freed his cock from his pants, grabbed hold of her hips and entered her pretty pussy from behind. Catherine incoherently proclaimed her approval. She yowled so much that their other neighbors must have thought whatever had stopped her cats from making similar noises the month before had stopped working. As Dr. Bruce pounded into her again and again, Catherine bucked and ground against him, pulling at her blonde hair and grunting, moaning and mewling.

Her docile, infected cats surrounded them and mewed their approval. Some of them even started mounting each other in imitation. Dr. Bruce found the feline audience vaguely disturbing but this the hottest sex he had ever had so he wasn't about to complain. Instead he roared out in triumph and blew his wad. Catherine yowled even louder than before and started shuddering uncontrollably, then she slid off his cock and rolled around on the floor mewling.

Dr. Bruce grinned stupidly. He realized it wasn't the wisest thing he'd ever done, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. her again

"Such a pretty kitty," he cooed. "Such a pretty kitty..."

"I'm a pretty kitty!" she agreed joyfully, then giggled. "That was...I never...when I was married, I didn't like it, but...that was....wow...."

"Kitty likes?" Dr. Bruce asked, running a finger along her swollen and spattered labia. "Kitty likes to fuck?"

"Wooooooooo" she exhaled. "Kitty likes! Kitty likes to...to fuck! I don't usually say....don't usually say....FUCK! OH FUCK! OH YES OH FUCK OH YES!"

Dr. Bruce had slipped two fingers into her pussy. He wasn't quite up for another round, but ‘Kitty' clearly was. He sat up and began to finger fuck her in earnest, removing his shirt as best he could with his other hand.

"You have such a pretty pussy, Kitty," he told her. "Such a pretty pussy for a pretty Kitty."

"Oh yes. Oh yes...Fuck my pussy. Fuck my pretty pussy...Pretty pussy Pretty Kitty fuck fuck fuck!"

Her hands went to her tits and grabbed hold of them savagely.

"FUCKY FUCK FUUUUCK!" she screamed, grinding against Dr. Bruce's hand as her eyes rolled back and her head and shoulders shuddered, her cunt clutching greedily and his fingers and pulsing.

He slipped his fingers out and licked his fingers, then chuckled. He had never in his life been with a woman so sexually responsive, so easy to bring to orgasm. If he wasn't careful, he could get addicted to this.

But he was in no mood to be careful. He crawled on the floor up to ‘Kitty's' head. He cradled her head in his lab; her soft blonde hair against his soft dick made one of the two less soft almost immediately. He stroked her temples and her green eyes regained some semblance of focus, though they still looked quite insane.

"I'm so glad I brought Ginger over, Kitty," he said.

"Me too, John!" she said, then giggled. "I never...I never...fucked. Fucky fuck fucked. I never fucked someone so...so fucky!"

Her barely coherent sentence made his cock stir beneath her head.

"Oh, I can be more fucky than that," he promised. "Do you have a bed in here somewhere?"

Kitty squealed and pointed and John picked her up and carried her in the direction indicated, a parade of curious cats following.

***

After that, Dr. Bruce gave up all pretense of returning lost cats. Instead he would bring gifts of lingerie and lube, which Mrs. Floyd accepted with extreme gratitude. They always fucked at her house. Mrs. Floyd didn't want to leave her kitties and Dr. Bruce didn't want to take her away from them. They were a very good influence on her.

They did not, however, help with her steady employment. She was spending so much time frolicking about with her pussies that she was making more and more mistakes in her medical billing and sometimes not doing it all. But when she finally lost her job, Dr. Bruce was ready with the solution. He presented her with a cat outfit, a box of sex toys and a WebCam.

Kitty's Korner became one of the more popular live WebCam sites on the Internet and all Catherine "Kitty" Floyd needed to do was what came to her naturally in front of the camera. Dr. Bruce was able to continue his study of Mrs. Floyd from his lab while he continued perfecting his special strain of Toxoplasma gandii, trying to make it more and more virulent.

He knew there were theories about the protozoan manipulating the brains of rats to help it spread... but he didn't put much stock in it.