The Watterson Residence
The gentle whistle and chirp of the morning birds by the windows brought many and most into a warm spring morning, sun shining, clouds fluffy and distant. Yellow buses glided down roads and suburbs, gathering up the roaming crowds of kids, dreading their return now spring break was over, yet the neighbourhood flowed like serene clockwork.
Except for one household.
Nicole found every paw upon her occupied and filled, fingers wound tightly around a thick, bulging knot, the sheer sight of which left her wide-eyed and gasping.
"How have you managed this?" She lamented, letting go of the pan by the stove, reaching up to help unfasten the calamity that Richard had tied around his neck, a mangled and tangled ball of silk where a tie ought to have been. "Honey, it's simple, over, under, through." She sighed but couldn't help but let a smirk leak through. "You know I haven't had to do this since Gumball graduated! The pair of you are all thumbs."
With the tie now neat and fastened up around the large neck of the rabbit, she leaned upon her toes, planting a light kiss against her husband's cheek as her tail flicked the spatula beside her, flipping several slices of bacon in a single motion. "Your own breakfast is packed and ready, as is Anais. Now get a move on, or you'll both be late!"
Grabbing his briefcase, keys and hat, Richard was already bounding across the living room to the front door where an impatient young rabbit stood, tapping her foot rapidly, arms folded and glare somewhat concealed under bangs of pink curly hair, covering half of her face. Suddenly melting into a bright and chirping smile as her dad passed her by the door, beaming at her mother. "Good luck at the factory, Mom!"
Nicole and Anais shared a wave and a smile as the young rabbit departed, a door slammed shut behind her, only for Nicole to visibly deflate with another sigh. Reaching a paw up she unpinned the Rainbow Factory badge from her shirt, dumping it onto the counter, returning to her morning cooking, making sure first her Apron was taught around her body. Tied in a neat bow behind her, just above her bulging posterior, and the straps around her neck, straining under the heaving mass of her breasts.
Motherhood had been quite the journey for her. Raising and supporting two children and a goldfish had taken its toll on her life. Her social life, most notably, she had friends, sure, but usually acquaintances of the Factory or fellow parents from the School. Only Richard was the constant in her life; she was lucky to have him.
With Darwin Graduating and taking a few years to swim the globe and see the sights of the world and Anais growing into an adult of her own right, the burden grew easier, fewer mouths to feed, and less constant vigil to be maintained that the little suicide-magnets that children tended to be were kept safe from their accidental demise.
She jumped slightly, the thought banished by a stray spit of Bacon grease upon the window to her cleavage. It fizzled away quickly against her fur. She found her sights upon the Rainbow badge once again. She lost her job a few weeks back now, with it fading a vital source of income for the household. She had more time on her hands with the kids no longer such a hassle. She was able to train again, she found herself getting back into her Karate, she was even lifting weights, eating better and noticed over the last few years, she might have added a few extra pounds. Richard had no complaints of course. Suddenly his wife was moulding into a shapely, steel thigh-bulging hourglass of a feline.
Yet losing her job was the following change. She was 'distracting' to several of her fellows and was slowing her fellow's sales so much that her own couldn't make up for it anymore. While the kids were beginning to fly the coop, reducing costs, there was a house and car still to pay for, as well as the rest of Anais school costs and Gumball.
Gumball. He graduated alongside Darwin, but unlike him decided to 'get into computers' was all he ever told anyone. Playing games no doubt. He was an adult now and, frankly should have gotten a job or gone to college. Yet 'I'm into computers now' was all he ever spouted. A valued source of technical support Nicole had found lately, helping her out with setting up her own computer and a few cameras, however besides that, he wasn't good for much else except running the house dry on bacon and soda. Even his girlfriend knew he was becoming a deadbeat and sequestered off on a 'swim around the world' oddly at the same time Darwin did.
She plated the sizzling bacon and set it on the table, tugging against the strap of the Apron, letting it almost burst free from her body as her shapely pressure pushed her flesh free, tightening her shirt and skit around her as she stepped into the living room, calling upstairs as she ascended.
"Gumball, breakfast is on the table!" She cried out before chomping her lips around a single strand of crispy goodness she took for herself upstairs to her room, only hearing a muffled 'Okay' from Gumball's room before closing her door behind her and slumping back onto her bed, kicking her shoes off blindly as she stares up at the empty ceiling above her.
Not as empty as she had been used to over the years. In one corner of the ceiling sat a little shelf, concealed in the natural shadow of the room, upon which rested a small camera, hooked by a taped-up cable, running along the edge of the room, down behind her computer, sat before the bed. She hummed quietly, crunching on her bacon as she sat upright, staring at the dark desktop screen. Pictures of her, Richard, and the kids slowly transitioned between one another.
She bit what remained of the slice between her lips, pushing herself to her feet as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside and flicked a button upon her skirt, letting it flop to the floor as Nicole crept over the floorboards to lock her door, leaning upon it as she glanced back at the computer, her fluffy blue fur and ample, well-toned flesh concealed well beneath as her perfect, bountiful breasts remained couped up in a lacey black bra, her ass spilling out around a far too small matching set of underwear as she turned to approach the machine, flicking her wiggling tail against the keyboard, springing the screen to life.
The wholesome pictures faded quickly, replaced by multiple windows, one a large Camera screen, showing Nicole herself from several angles. Above to her left, behind her from the headboard of her bed, and directly before her at the Webcam attached to the screen. Her half-naked body was there on display like a mirror image, and right beside it was another window, a large white box with flowing text rising through it at a slow pace, slower than she would have hopped, but almost as grateful for its sparse membership, some texts polite, some downright disturbing, one or two that would make her smile, or to make her regret every action thus far.
$5 - There's my kitty cat!
$5 - Best pussy on the net
$12 - Where do you live?
$6 - Show us your pussy, pussy!
$3 - Good morning kitten!
£8 - Fucking timezones, do more shows you whore
She glanced through the morning welcomes, a range of emotion winding through her mind, unsure of how yet to respond, but she saw the little numbers beside each message, new donations to 'KittyKunt442'. Nicole had only been online for a minute or two, and already she had made double what she would have in an hour at the Factory.
"My feline fuckers oogling Mommy KittyKunt so early in the morning? Very needy boys out there today aren't there." Nicole found her resolve after noting the donations, it was time for a show as she put on the most sultry, purr-filled lusty voice she could manage, and she nailed it.
"The quicker we meet our goals, the better I'll take care of you all." She grinned, leaning in close to the Webcam, letting her breasts squish upon the desk, her cleavage threatening to pour free over her keyboard as she leaned in to kiss the camera.
Nicole found this line of work a week after being laid off. She heard rumours of these websites at various PTA meetings. Teachers caught, exposed and fired for posting themselves on the sites, at first Nicole was disgusted too, but summarily stunned once she realised that every teacher fired, went full time onto the sites and started making almost ten times what they did teaching those brats.
Nicole would have to be smarter. She couldn't jump on any popular site and begin uploading. It would have to be safer, far more private, not just for her but for her family's sake. Those teachers didn't have families to worry about, but imagine they did, the ridicule they would face, the strain upon their marriage.
Nicole needed the money. The family needed the money. She would fly before Richard would be able to hold a job longer than half a day. Besides, it wasn't technically cheating, right?
Ding! - The first donation goal rang through. Nicole instinctively bit her lip in panic at the loud sound, glancing at the door before visibly settling with relief. She would need Gumball to look into that and somehow show her to fix or lower the sound, but at a more suitable time so she can hide all this.
"First goal met, you hungry hounds!" She sat back upon a large swivel chair as two fingers hooked under the bridge of her bra, slowly pulling it up towards her face. Her chest rose with it, defying gravity as her furry breasts squished into her chin, Newton's force pulling tighter and tighter as finally, like an avalanche of sapphires, Nicole's teats spilt forth, dropping like basketballs as she tugged the undergarments over her face and tossed them aside, revealing her mighty blue mounds in all their doughy, warm glory, grasping one in each hand as she slowly kneads, stretches and jiggles them for her audience.
Another flurry of donations rolled in, even more, insatiable as KittyKunt442 lifted a breast in her paw, showing off the inverted cyan nipple peeking out from beneath the inch-deep fur covering her torso, and just as quickly as it was teased, it vanished beneath her lips as she suckled upon her own teat, moaning in both pleasure and teasing chide to her viewers, offering a half-lidded gaze that screamed 'You'll never taste something so good.'
Several minutes passed, alternating her suckling slurps, filling the air and the stream between exaggerated moans and specific 'thank you' purrs to various donators, the occasional message reading when she found one that spoke to her enough to warrant such. Her eyes, in all of this, never once left the screen. Either she was very interested in what every viewer had to say, or she was waiting for something or someone.
Ding! - The speakers rang out again, followed by a Pop! As Nicole hissed quietly, tearing her lips from her teat, pulling so hard, she pulled the nipple out into the room's chill air, causing her to shudder immensely at the biting sensation on her nub. Her workouts now grew useful once more as she hoisted both feet into the air, hovering them before the camera as she spread her legs slightly, wiggling her toes, flexing and relaxing them as her head dove between her thighs, squishing down within them, and with a muffled growl she yanked back, and with a visible rip, she tore her black lace underwear clean from her cunt, her fangs helping severe the straps quite quickly as her puffy, drenched labia was now on display for the world to see, sandwiched between two thunderous thighs, held aloft by two paws sunken into their fuzzy flesh.
"You know the deal, boys... ten more minutes, and then the highest donation decides how this morning's show ends." She hummed, winking at the camera as her feet parted to either side, her legs following as they spread up into the air in an almost perfect Y, entirely exposing Nicole in her fully nude glory as her hands rested upon her crotch, causing KittyKunt442 to moan aloud as they squeezed down upon her Clitoris, fingers spreading her lips apart, offering a gaping insight into the Milfs puffy blue pussy.
A tidal wave of donations now spamming through as Nicole paid them no more mind, giving in to her vices and needs now as her head craned forward, her feline agility helping her tremendously as she curled and contorted herself down, resting her chin upon her belly, lips kissing out against her Clitoris as she glances up to the camera once more with a grin, and a wink, and without breaking eye-contact with any member of her audience, her tongue slithers forward, wriggling itself between her fingers, and into her gaping cunt.
Laping up the flowing juices of her own folds, her body vibrated with a long, resonating purr, vibrating her tongue as it rumbled deeper and deeper into her baby tunnel, the tremors causing her only to feel more profound bliss, oozing more love-goop into her maw, enticing her purrs further, and continuing the unending cycle of self-pleasure, Nicole was giving herself live on camera to hundreds of anonymous perverts, and still the messages kept coming.
$5 - Drink up you thirsty slut
$65 - Every horny pussycat needs a good dicking
$4 - Fuck, that made me cum
$5 - Get a dick in that cunt NOW!
$9 - That's right bitch, degrade yourself for your masters!
$3 - I love you!
$6 - Imagine nutting to this desperate bitch
Every comment, the praise, the degradation, the hate and the worship, it all helped fuel her lust even further and deeper her tongue gouged, spilling out more drool, juice and desire down her cunt and over her puckered asshole, barely noticeable between the huge watermelon asscheeks, especially as her tail hypnotically sways side to side past her face. Yet without ceremony or quip, she pulls a hand from her Vaginal Video production and instead stuffs a single digit into the miasma of pleasure coating her Opal butthole, wriggling it several inches deep, causing her feet to visibly shake and tremble, toes curling and claws unfurling upon them as she is wracked by an orgasm, squirting up against her nose in an arcing jet, gushing against the roof of her mouth and soaking her face as she is lost in the pretzel of Nicole Watterson masturbation she put herself in.
The donations began growing serious, higher and higher amounts, with crazier and wilder requests, most amusing to her. Here it was, the moment she was waiting for, her number one fan soon to arrive.
$25 - Fuck yourself with your tail!
$30 - Tell us your real name
$100 - Tell us where you live
£110 - Meet me irl, and I'll show you a real dick!
$120 - Fuck a stranger off the street!
$200 - Next show in a dark alley, free use time!
$500 - Kill yourself whore
$501 - Drink a glass of your own breastmilk!
However, all were usurped as the largest donation came through, Nicole spotting it almost immediately as her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the name. Every show, nearly every goal had been met thanks to Candyboy8411.
Candyboy8411 - $1000 - Put in the 'special toy', and E-cuff yourself to the bed.
Nicole's tongue pulled back as the donation came through, straightening herself back up as she scooted her chair closer to the camera, mouthing the donation before grinning and shaking her head.
"You mischievous little bastard Candyboy."
Nicole enjoyed the odd private show or two with her fans, those who would donate a considerable sum to her page in exchange for what was essentially a lap dance or a dinner date. The viewer's word was nearly law, and some of these viewers earned more trust than others. Candyboy8411 by far donated more than the rest of her fans combined and knew more about KittyKunt442 than she ever anticipated revealing.
She told him her real name was Nicole. She was married and had two kids and a pet fish.
She sent him private Polaroid and digital photographs and videos to a private mailbox out of the state.
She even entertained the idea of a face-to-face meetup once, but Candyboy denied her as he 'wanted to enjoy you being a slut for a while longer.'
She even set up a 24/7 live Camera in her bedroom in the corner of the ceiling, letting Candyboy8411 watch her anytime he pleased, sleeping, undressing outside of a show, even when fucking Richard. The thought of Richard unknowingly getting involved upset her, but it also made her legs quake and her cunt drool in arousal. She trusted Candyboy regardless.
She felt many emotions during her short time as an Adult Entertainer a fair amount negative, but Candyboy was something of an achor to her, a reason to stay, a reason to smile and even enjoy herself. He was a weight from her shoulders that she would need to do awful things to make a decent living. She still did those things, but she didn't feel they were horrible. In fact, how Candyboy typed felt empowering. And the money didn't hurt either!
He sent her this 'special toy' two days ago, it arrived by post, a giant, bulky Dildo with an inbuilt wireless connection to a network. It was tricky for her to connect it. She must have annoyed Gumball as she insisted he tells her how to do it rather than let him 'just do it himself.' She didn't need that conversation of what it even was he would have been connecting.
She succeeded and gave it a test run, it felt just like any other Dildo, just a bit heavier and surprisingly smaller than what she was used too. Richard was a lot for a mere toy to live up too. The E-cuffs were much the same, electronic handcuffs connected to the Chatsite. Only the viewers could unlock them once they had been locked, the highest donner owning the key, which usually meant she was at Candyboy8411's mercy.
She grabbed the cuffs, and her newfangled Phallic Plaything, sprawling herself upon the bed as she lowered the toy, switching it on and stuffing it deep into her drenched, dribbling pussy right to the flashing base just poking out the end, finally lifting her right arm, clasping one end around the headboard, and slapping her wrist into the other, and doing the same for her left arm.
She stared at the camera for what felt like an hour, glancing up at the corner camera, behind her at the headboard Camera, and lastly across the room at the Webcam, watching the image on the screen automatically zoom in, filling the frame with her bound body and somewhat confused face, unsure what was to come next.
BRRRWRHHRRHTTHWRHHT
Nicole saw stars. Her arms thrashed as the cuffs kept her trapped securely to the headboard, her legs flailing and kicking as she wriggled and writhed upon the bed, letting out a guttural moan, almost screaming aloud before she bit down against her lip, the strange Dildo between her legs suddenly morphed, twisted, vibrating and turning, now pumping itself against her like a cock, pistoning in and out of her, deep, fast and without mercy, no one around to call off, just laying at the lustful whims of a cunt-lodged Dildo.
The chat donations kept coming, not that Nicole could tell, nor even really care as her tongue hung from her maw, drooling mindlessly down over her breasts as they bounced and jiggled as her whole body thrashed and convulsed, her bedsheets growing darker and darker as a moist patch developed beneath her ass as she was wracked with orgasm after squirting orgasm, toy-fucked for almost 30 minutes straight without release, her head was struggling to keep itself upright, her eyelids falling halfway shut as her moans and muffled screams fell into incoherent babbling and moans as she pistoning toy continued to gouge itself in and out of her swollen, aching vagina.
DING! - Another goal rang through the speaker. Nicole ever so slightly snapped back to the world, craning her head up to gaze at the distant, blurry screen. She saw the donation message, matching the value of Candyboy8411's top donation of the morning.
Candyboy8411 - $1000 - Release, and be released
Cryptic for some, but for Nicole? She knew exactly what he meant. Even in her orgasm-riddled mindless sense, she felt the bite of the cuffs against her wrist. She had one last action to take before she would be free...
He watched his screen as the Blue Feline lay back upon the bed, watching her wriggle, writhe, scream as quietly as she could, watching her squirt and tremble, the wonderous toy fucking her without mercy nor consideration, reducing her to a babbling, mindless slut, tears dripping from her eyes as her wrists thrash and pull against the cuffs, trying to free herself from the endless chain of orgasms.
He grinned, turning the dial of the knob beside him, increasing the intensity of the device lodged within her cunt, making it vibrate, twist, and piston deeper, harder and faster against her, using this hand now to type upon his keyboard, beneath the table his other hand grasped firmly upon his meat, a thick red cock bulging out of its sheathe, oozing arousal to the carpet below as he pumped harder and harder, staring at the screen and at the whore at his mercy. Kittykunt442, aka Nicole Watterson, his prized, personal E-Bitch. His donation transmitted another $1000 and the cryptic request
Candyboy8411 - 'Release and be Released'
His lips curled into a smile as he leaned back against the chair, cock pointed up at the screen as he continued tugging, pumping against it as he watched her read the message, and droop her head back, her whole body visibly relaxing in a mix of shame and bliss, as her crotch gushes and sprays an arcing jet into the air, splashing a golden stream onto the bed as she pisses herself live on camera. Almost simultaneously, he passes the threshold, unloading several arcing ropes of thick, hot cum up over his keyboard, his monitor, and over the image of his barely conscious, nude, shivering mother.
"Fuck... yes." Moaned Gumball, letting out a deep sigh of relief as he released his shaft, letting it hang as it steadily deflated, reaching out to mindlessly tap upon the control switch, releasing his mother's E-Cuffs, watching her body limply flop onto the bed. Leaning his head back towards his door, hearing her mindless moans drift down the hallway, bringing his grin back to his face. "Good girl."