By FoxFaceStories

Craig has lost a bet with his frat brothers, and now has to wear a ridiculous catgirl maid costume to the local Halloween party. Unfortunately for him, Morgan the Witch thinks he’s such a great catgirl that he should become one for good! At least her frat brothers are happy with their new maid . . .

Catgirl Maid

“Hey Kitty! We got another spill here! Do you mind if you come and clean up for us, babe?”

Kitty sighed as she finished dusting the shelves. The gorgeous catgirl strode out into the living space of Beta Eta Delta, the fraternity that she had once been a member of. Well, that she was still a member of, with an exemption due to her female and rather nonhuman status. As soon as she entered, her fraternity brothers began grinning and checking her out, and it annoyed her deeply that she couldn’t even blame them. Despite how much she wanted to walk normally, she couldn’t help but move with a demure and rather sexy gait, her hips swaying gently, her large breasts displayed proudly in her rather low cut sexy maid outfit.

“Nyah! How can I help you, masters?” she asked in a voice that seemed to purr.

Dylan, the head of the fraternity, looked her up and down and smiled as he gestured to a rather deliberately staged milk spill on the floor. One she would have to get on her hands and knees to deal with, or at the very least bend over quite a bit.

“You did that deliberately,” she said sourly.

“I assure you,” Alex interjected. “It was a total accident. Can you help us out though, Kitty? We’re all very appreciative of our favourite catgirl maid!”

She bit her lip, trying not to rub her thighs together. “You’re all the worst,” she said. “I swear. Go on then, enjoy the show. Since I can’t exactly not clean up after you slobs.”

“You look so good doing it, at least!” Peter added.

She snarled at him, but then moved forward in her sensual manner, breasts jiggling thanks to a maid uniform that pushed them up greatly but left just enough breathing room for them to jostle about and entertain the boys, much to her chagrin.

If one were to simply glance at her, one might assume she was just a very attractive and rather buxom young woman who apparently liked wearing maid fetish getup. Only maid fetish getup, in fact. But when one looked closer, the more nonhuman aspects of Kitty’s appearance would become obvious. For one, instead of ears on the side of her head, she had two large triangular cat ears, both black, that jutted out from her equally dark and black hair. And from above her backside protruded a swaying cat’s tail, proportionate to her size, and one that often betrayed her emotions so everyone could tell how she was feeling about something. Her fingernails could become clawed, and the same was true of her toenails as well, being retractable just like a cat’s. She also had rather sharp incisor teeth too. And just like a cat, she had developed some rather particular . . . instincts. Such as a love of basking in the sun, an occasional habit of licking her arms and hands and then using that to clean her hair, and she also made a lot of cat noises, such as hissing or snarling when annoyed, or arching her back when she was on all fours and feeling threatened. Or, such as was the case now, quite literally purring as she cleaned, bending over so all her damn fratbros could stare at her incredible ass, her tail lifting up her skirt rather noticeably to reveal her frilly underwear beneath her maid costume, all while she wiped up the mess. And because it was milk that her idiot frat brothers had spilled, she was cleaning it with another cat instinct; by lapping it up with her tongue and purring very loudly from the contentment it brought her.

Suddenly, there was a snap.

“Hey!” she snapped, looking back, her tail going ramrod straight. “No taking photos, you bastards! It’s bad enough that I have to give you a show all the time since I’m stuck as your goddamn catgirl maid!”

“You do more than give us a show sometimes,” Dylan teased. “It wasn’t your own bed you were sleeping in last night, Kitty.”

The woman bared her teeth angrily, but even so, her tail betrayed her, swaying sensually as she remembered the passion of having Dylan fuck her last night. He had taken her from behind in his bedroom, her breasts shaking with each thrust as she was bent across his study desk. Her instincts had been just too damn lustful, and even thinking about it was making her pussy wet and her nipples throb.

“Well I’m not fucking you today!” she whined, before lapping up the last of the milk and then wiping her mouth. She turned and put her hands on her lovely hips, the only woman in a group of guys, and a total ten as far as catgirl maids went. “And if I h-have to, I’ll go with Harry or someone!”

“Woohoo!” Harry called. “I’ve been waiting my turn.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I would fuck you. I’ve got so much cleaning to get up to first without you guys taking advantage of it just to make me get all sexy and turned on.”

“So you are turned on?” Dylan asked.

“I - I - Aghh!”

She folded her arms beneath her breasts, her cat ears twitching in anger and her tail swaying in a hostile fashion. It didn’t stop her arousal, unfortunately.

“This is all your fault. All of you.”

“Hey, it’s not our fault you got stuck like this,” Peter said, taking another quick photo of her angry yet sexy pose. “You lost a bet, fair and square. Ashley Denver turned you down, and you were riding high on the idea that she’d say yes, Kitty.”

“I wasn’t Kitty, then! I was Craig! And just because I lost a bet didn’t mean you guys had to dress me up as a sexy catgirl maid for the Halloween party. That was bad enough!”

“You took it in good humour,” Dylan said. “But you were so sour that it’s no wonder that weird witch, what was her name again? Ah yeah, Morgan. It’s no wonder she decided to transform you into your costume.”

Kitty pouted, even as she followed her compulsion to fix the ruffles on her sexy maid outfit and make sure it was showing off her stockinged legs. She had been Craig back then, a total alpha male wannabe, and he’d actually been bold enough to try and flirt with a hot brunette at the party even while dressed as a catgirl. Instead, she turned out to be some kind of witch, and magic was actually real.

“Sorry, I’m not into catgirls, though I don’t mind the maid theme! I tell you what, since you look the part so well, why not help you truly become one for good? From now on, you can be a very sexy catgirl maid named Kitty, and I’m sure your slobby frat brothers will just love having a personal cleaner around . . . among your other new duties."

Kitty burned with humiliation as she remembered it. It had only been two months, but no trace of Morgan had been found, and she’d been forced to live out a new identity as the sexy catgirl and maid of Beta Eta Delta. Worse, not only did she look and sound different, but her new instincts made her desperate to clean up after them, and always while wearing sexy maid costumes and showing off her buxom body. And if that wasn’t enough, her sexuality had been flipped so that she was desperately attracted to all of her fraternity brothers. No one else, not even other men, just these guys. And because her body was part-cat, by God did she go into heat, and often at that! It had taken less than a week for her fraternity to start enjoying her far more than they ever did Craig, and the worst part was that when Kitty fully embodied the role of a purring maid, her tail swaying sensually, her expression demure and submissive, it actually felt good. Far too good. So much so that she cursed Morgan for that more than anything.

Just thinking about it was turning her on, though. Damn it, she couldn’t stop looking at Harry, and her ears twitched at every little sound he made. Without even meaning to, she had approached him and started picking fluff off of his shirt, before pressing her full chest against him and purring as she took comfort upon his body.

“Looks like she’s chosen her fella for the day, guys,” Dylan noted. “Make sure you get him all cleaned up, Kitty.”

The frat brothers chuckled, but Kitty could only groan, even as she felt a hardening in Harry’s pants that made her so fucking aroused that she needed him, needed him, needed him now. Needed to be submissive and dutiful. She lowered herself down and started to unbuckle his pants, releasing his cock, and slowly she placed her mouth over it, ready to suck him off right then and there. But then she swivelled her head around.

“You bastards. You’re all going to watch, aren’t you?”

There was no disagreement from the crowd, and so, with a sigh, Kitty began to give Harry the best damn blowjob of his life, courtesy of a submissive catgirl maid who belonged to the whole frat.

Goddamnit, she loved it when they watched.

The End