Chapter 21
Cw: Body writing, mind manipulation/conditioning through hypnosis
Weiss hadn't quite gotten to cum so many times it forced her to pass out, but it felt damn close as Blake pulled her head away and wiped her mouth with the pack of her hand. "Sweet as cream my little Kitten."
Weiss whimpered, a melted little puddle on the bed. She couldn't manage to move. Her whole body was sore and exhausted- oddly enough tho, her chest and ass, in particular, felt sore. Her ass made sense, she'd been clamping her thighs around Blake's head for brothers know how long. But… Blake had more or less ignored her breasts entirely- either way, Weiss was too tired to question.
"You're… beautiful like that, all flushed, your lips spread, soaked, and swollen. Breathless and still reeling with my writing all over you."
Weiss flushed darker. Did Blake have to be so complimentary? It made everything… harder to resist. "Thank… thank you, Miss."
Blake looked over the heiress as she shrunk into the bed, flustered and embarrassed.
"M- Miss?" Weiss whimpered at Blake taking too long to come in and cuddle with her. She wanted to sleep already; to fall asleep in her Owner's arms. "Are you coming to cuddle?" She fidgeted shameful of her need for the other woman.
"Yes, of course, Kitten… I just… You are quite beautiful Kitten."
"Thank you?" Weiss questioned, able to tell something new was about to come.
"I was just wondering if I could… take a picture?"
"A picture?" Weiss cracked her weary eyes open. She knew Blake could just take one if she wanted, there was nothing stopping her and it was only kind to ask. But… the reality of what could be done with such a picture was not lost on her. She knew how she looked… all blissed out, worn with exhaustion from an embarrassment of orgasms. Then, to add all thing things written all over her?
"Is it alright if I promise not to share the picture with anyone?" Blake spotted Weiss's issue with pinpoint accuracy. "I won't send it out, no blackmail, no using it to shame the SDC. I just want a picture of my Kitten happy; just for me."
"You promise?" Weiss relaxed, already committed to the decision to approve a picture.
"I promise."
"Just make sure you get my good side then." Weiss teased.
"Thank you, Kitten." Blake kissed Weiss's forehead before standing to get all the perfect angles she craved. When she was done, she laid down and cuddled with the exhausted Kitten.
The following morning, Weiss woke alone again. For some reason, she'd thought Blake would be there when she woke again. Technically, Weiss hadn't asked, and even if she had, it was reasonable to expect Blake to continue bending over backwards for her. The faunus had only really promised to make the one day about her, there was no obligation for that to continue to the next morning… though, that didn't mean Weiss hadn't hoped or ever expected it would.
The Kitten desperately missed her Owner and tried to find the warmest spot in the bed- hoping to find the last shred of Blake that may linger there. There was nothing, of course. Though, even if there was, Weiss likely wouldn't have noticed it. Not with how her breasts and ass ached. What the hell did that cream do? Just make her sore? Or was it meant to do something else and she had a negative reaction? She did have an allergy to a medication or two, it was possible that this was just some reaction along those lines. Thankfully, none of her reactions ever resulted in anything worse than a mild rash.
The soreness only felt highlighted as Weiss tried to move, to roll over and snuggle into the side of the bed most soaked in Owner's scent. It felt like her tits had been punched off with a flurry of blows only to have them regenerate, but that would be stupid. Surely, that would be very very stupid. Brothers, she hadn't ever felt so sore like that since she was a teen and her breasts were still growing- Weiss fidgeted in the bed slightly, then went to cup her right breast with her hand- distinctly larger than normal. Her left hand snuck behind her to feel what she already knew to be true. Her firm but admittedly a little small tush? Now felt too big to be cupped in her hand. Pert small breasts she spent so long accepting for their lackluster size? Now swollen to what felt like two or three times the size, but was realistically at most a growth from a modest B to what might be a slightly tight fit in an appropriately sized C cup. Nothing about the changes were over the top, but any change at all felt earthshaking frot the scared Kitten of a Schnee.
Her scream woke the birds. It would most certainly have woken Blake if she had been sleeping. Weiss was sure her singing coach would murder her if she'd heard the way she just strained her voice- though, Weiss did sometimes enjoy aggravating the militant teachers her father hired for her back home.
"My boobs! My ass! What the hell!" Weiss shrilled over the sound of plates and silverware colliding to the ground somewhere outside her room. She screamed again as both hands cupped either side. Fuck! Touching them like that… while they were so sensitive… why did it need to feel… soo good? She whined. They had been so small, so perky, but now they… they were almost as big as Winter's! Big enough that they were no longer quite as pointed anymore; rounded out with the new mass and… craving to be touched more. "BLAKE!" She screamed angrily. Damnit! It'd be easier to make a convincing angry tone if her body didn't feel like it was begging to be touched just a little more. She would never admit it, but her hands did squeeze gently. Her thumbs fell down gently over her nipples- eyes crossed and she moaned. Fuck! Were they that sensitive before? No, they weren't, not even close. It was so much, Weiss was still trying to calm herself back down as Blake burst in, spilled orange juice still covering her shoes.
"Oh." She winced mildly before a more pleased, less guilty smile won out. "They're coming in nice, huh?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Weiss snapped, heavy breaths of arousal masquerading almost decently as angry ones; well enough to make Blake believe it was nothing but fury- though, that wasn't unreasonable considering that it was mostly anger.
Blake tried to keep her mind on the task at hand, to focus on Weiss and her anger, but the sight of her Kitten just kneeling there, cupping her newly enlarged breasts? It was distracting to say the absolute least.
"What did you! What did you do!" Weiss panted.
"You ok there Kitten?" Blake picked up on the hint of Weiss's arousal.
"S- shut up! I'm a Kitten! I'm your Kitten!" Weiss's jaw dropped and lingered open a moment as she realized what she'd said. "I! That's not! I'm your Kitten!" Weiss panted, only growing angrier and more aroused at her failure to say what she'd intended. "Wha- what the hell did you do to me!" She felt pleasure building in her body- particularly in her breasts, only to realize it was her own fault, she was teasing her new swollen sensitive nipples with her thumbs. She was teasing herself and it felt phenomenal. She just wondered what Blake's tongue on them might feel like? Brothers, she would cum so hard for Owner- "Not! Not Kitten!" Weiss squeezed and groped at her own breasts as her breaths grew heavier.
"Aww, Kitten, you having some trouble over there?" Blake cooed.
"Not… Kitten." Weiss moaned, one hand stretching over to grope the opposite breast, while the hand that had been posted there slipped down. In what felt simply like adding insult to injury, Weiss could feel as her freed hand passed right by her pussy and began to tease at her ass. She felt dirty, disgusting, a good, dirty Kitten, all broken in for her Owner.
Blake had wondered when the conditioning would finally kick in, when the nightly hypnosis sessions would finally break Weiss's resilient spirit. It felt perfect that it'd finally broken her after the Kitten's first real transformation.
"What did you do to me!" Weiss cried out in between moans of ecstasy. Her fingers moved faster and faster as her hand grabbed harder at her breast.
Blake just smirked and approached her sweet little Kitten. "Breathe sweet little Kitten, you need to breathe." She knelt down at the side of the bed and watched Weiss trying to fuck herself silly.
"I'm not you're Kitten!" Weiss lashed out only to have every need she'd ever felt to fuck, to be filled, to cum her poor useless little brains out magnified tenfold.
Blake smirked. Some corner of her did feel bad about things going so fast from comforting and sweet to taunting and controlling. It wasn't really right that she changed tones so quickly on Weiss… though, this had been weeks in the making. Attempting to soothe through what she was certain would be a much harder pivot on Weiss, Blake reached out and caressed Weiss's cheek.
"Not- no-"
"Shh Kitten, stop fighting, it will only make things worse."
"C- cum… cum… cum." Weiss panted out, lightheaded and teetering on the edge.
Blake spotted the Kitten's new toy half peeking out from under the sheets and leaned over to grab it. Without moving too fast, Blake slipped the dildo just under Weiss so all the Kitten had to do was sit down to be pierced by it. "Here, this'll help." Blake offered in her sweet, sultry voice.
Weiss had no control- or at least, that was what she wanted to believe. It would have made her feel much better to know that it wasn't her that pressed her ass down and whined as the toy began to pierce her. The head felt so good against her hole. She needed it all the way inside, she needed to feel the base of it pressing against her ass so she knew she was filled to the brim. She needed it so bad, but the dry phallus was too big against her ass, it wouldn't go in and she wanted to cry.
"Wait, wait, wait." Blake whispered, her hand raising to caress Weiss's pussy and gather the ample wetness there.
Weiss came. She came from Blake's touch, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Whatever happened to her, it left her insatiable. Desperation caught in her throat as an animalistic plea.
Blake was quick to lube up the toy. Weiss needed it, and she didn't see a point in torturing the heiress when she was complying as best she could. "There, now, go ahead Kitten." Blake pressed the slickened tip against Weiss's hole.
Weiss impaled herself on the toy, dropping her hips till she could feel the base and the bedding against her new, fattened ass. Fuck, she only wished it was Blake she was rubbing her ass against. If only she could feel her Owner's warmth against her ass as her ring clamped around the toy. It felt perfect, so deep, filling her up just perfectly. She thought it was everything she could ever need, but then, a small dribble of the warming substance leaked out. It melted her, decimated any restraint or fight she might have had left.
"Slow down Kitten, don't cum too fast, just ride it out, alright?" Blake instructed gently with a hand caressing down her Kitten's back.
Weiss's eyes darted down to Blake. Why would she ever want to go slow! It felt so good! Cumming felt so good! She was certain she could cum four or five more times before her body gave out. That would feel so good, the relief. And it would only be just after how much Blake edged her for the better part of a week. The Kitten grew a devious smirk as she looked to Blake and just moved her hips faster. She rode the fake cock under her like a pro, giving in to her inner slut. It felt perfect.
In no time, Weiss found herself throwing her head back and crying out in ecstasy again. It, of course, was not enough. She needed more.
"Kitten…" Blake's stern voice was so sexy, pretending to be so strong… but Blake had no power over Weiss! Not right now! She could fuck herself as hard as she wanted and there was nothing Blake could do but watch! - it was a flawed notion, categorically incorrect, but the thought alone had Weiss already on the edge again. "Kitten, stop-" Weiss's scream drowned out Blake's stern protest.
"Oh, oh, oh fuck, so good." Weiss groaned as her hips bobbed up and down.
"Kitten!" Blake snapped firmer.
Weiss came again, and another load of whatever was held in the toy's reservoir. Brothers, it felt so good, she almost wondered if she could slip into an infinite loop, cumming herself, the toy shooting that stuff inside her in response, and then cumming from the resulting feeling. It would feel so good to be all cummed out, filled by it all, and ruined in bliss. Her slutty holes needed to be filled, she needed to be a good Kitten for Blake, all horny and filled to the brim.
Weiss continued like that, lost in her own pleasure and the heat that built in her gut until Blake pushed her back forcefully. "Stop it!" Blake ordered in a tone that left shutters running through Weiss's entire being. Fuck, she wanted to cum again to the sound of Blake's firm voice. All the better if she could feel that rush of disobedience during.
"Bad Kitten!" Blake barked and pulled the toy out of Weiss's ass.
The Kitten whined. She whined desperately, breaths turning to hyperventilation. No! That was! Bad! She was empty now! Empty! "So… Empty." She complained.
Blake growled and Weiss couldn't help what she did next. The sharp inhale of exhilarated arousal had her swelling breasts press against Blake's chest. It was just enough. All she needed to do was press her chest up a little more and~ "Ahh~" She cried out, pussy clamping and squirting out. Spectacular. She felt like fireworks bursting in her womb.
"Bad Kitten!" Blake snapped again, her hand holding Weiss's jaw firmly. "Stop that!"
"Good… so good." Weiss chuckled dumbly.
"God damnit." Blake huffed. "You're going to blame me for this later… dumb slutty Kitten."
"Your slutty Kitten." Weiss purred dazily. It made sense, of course, Weiss would lean into being a good Kitten after the hypnosis finally got through. Even with Blake's… extensive prior knowledge of hypnosis for… personal reasons, it still took nearly all her time not spent with Weiss to work out a regimen to engrain the programing in her Kitten's pretty and now certainly jumbled head. As usual, Blake had begun with a handful of simple triggers. Her soft Shh's and the click of her tongue made for great ways to relax Weiss or force her to be obedient respectively. That was simple, but what came next was not.
Working Weiss up to thinking of herself as Kitten was more than enough work on its own, but getting the Kitten to accept Blake as her Mistress had been easier than she anticipated with everything else already in place. What was the real surprise was how dramatic the reaction was to Weiss trying to say she wasn't a Kitten. Punishing her for it surely helped, but the training to have Weiss grow distractingly aroused whenever she tried to deny what she was had been far more effective than she anticipated. Engraining the knowledge that Weiss was in fact her Kitten so deep certainly helped. That made it so Weiss had to fight all the harder just to defy her, but it was also simply adorable to watch Weiss fight with herself; to see the Kitten's embarrassed face at realizing she'd confessed to being Blake's without even realizing.
Decisively less adorable was Weiss's disobedience. That would need to be broken sooner or later… especially with how far Weiss had gone. Blake knew she'd get blamed for it… maybe it was her fault, but Weiss wasn't listening! Blake was mad, but some part of her found it to be a nice and neat little self-included punishment. If Weiss had been mad to begin with, she'd be livid once she saw how things proceed.
Weiss wasn't quite asleep, but she was far from actually awake as Blake turned her attention to the toy. Slowly cleaning it, she checked the reservoir. It must have shot at least ten loads inside of Weiss in all of the twelve hours she'd had it; something that would have been a hell of a lot less noteworthy if not for the fact that the toy only contained thirty to fifty depending on how hard it's user came. By the time it was exhausted, Weiss would have a whole new thing to be mad about… a new, beautifully ironic thing. Blake couldn't help but admit to herself, she was excited to see not only the drug's direct effects, but also how Weiss might react to them.
As a little extra of a punishment for Weiss's disobedience, Blake took some time to reapply Weiss's Kitten bindings, ribbons over Weiss's legs, and hands tied up in paws. Her Kitten really was just so adorable. With that finished, Blake gathered the breakfast she'd made them so they could eat in bed… that option felt long gone. She went ahead and ate what survived of hers and made a fresh set to drop off in Weiss's bowl.
"B- B- Miss?" Weiss stirred and shuttered. Since when did she have trouble calling Mistress by her name?
"Yes, Kitten?" Blake looked up from where she had been neatly plating a small breakfast into Weiss's bowl.
"I- I'm tied up again." Weiss frowned.
"You were a very bad Kitten. You didn't listen to me."
"I- I- mhmm…" Weiss thought back to everything. It felt soo good. It felt so good, and she could still feel the heat in her belly. Thankfully, it felt like it'd somehow migrated up and to her other entrance- well, to her womb, but… still. She was just relieved she was no longer craving to have her ass demolished. Though… now she had the same urge, but more directed towards her cervix. Brothers… how perfect it would feel to be bent over, presenting herself for Blake with that long toy strapped to her. What Weiss wouldn't give to feel the toy's head bruising her needy cunt.
Blake clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Hey! Snap out of it!" She rolled her eyes. "Slutty fucking Kitten." she murmured to herself
"I'm not a- a-" Weiss could feel her body retaliate against the attempt to protest with arousal amplifying. "A slut." She settled.
"Sure you're not Kitten." Blake agreed in a condescending tone. "Food's ready for you tho."
"I- I… thanks." Weiss sighed. She tried to sit up, but somehow, her chest felt… heavier than normal. "I- MY BOOBS!" What was only slightly bigger than Winter's earlier that morning now approached a size that rivaled Blake's. She shot up only to feel that she had more cushioning under her.
"Your ass too." Blake reminded.
"What the hell did you do!"
"Well, this one was mostly you Kitten. I told you to stop."
"What- What the hell are you talking about B- B- Miss."
"I warned you yesterday that I would let you cum, but that it wouldn't mean you got out of my plans for what happens when you do."
"What happens when I cum?" Weiss questioned. She was smart. She knew what it meant. She knew exactly what was happening, she just didn't want to have to believe it.
"Mhmm." Blake nodded in the affirmative.
"And… every time I…"
"Every time you cum, they'll get just a little bigger. I recommend you cool it for a while. Wouldn't want you getting too ridiculously proportioned."
"I- No! Undo it! I! My boobs! My- my ass!"
Blake shook her head. "I'm not even sure I could undo it if I wanted. But, I'll give you something that makes them stop growing every time you cum the next time you are good and choose to comply with the White Fang."
Weiss bit her lip and whimpered. Fuck! She was already so horny! Whatever was inside the dildo Blake gave her was still churning up her need, keeping her horny and craving to be bred- gods what it might be like to be plowed into, fucked silly, and filled with cum!
"Shh Kitten." Blake whispered and reached out to pat Weiss's head. "You just relax, try to enjoy your meal, and I'll be back later. Try not to cum. We do still have your training for today after all."
End of Chapter 21
