In the Backroom (Commission)

Commissioned by anonymous.

The sign on the door said the shop was “open,” but it was dark inside. Jonny was not sure why he had even noticed the storefront. He had been walking downtown after work and came across the shop by accident. The sign said that they sold “oddities,” but that was all. He assumed it might be some kind of “head shop” that had survived to the modern day, but that was not much of an interest for him. Still, curiosity and some inexplicable impulse drew him to the door and inside.

A bell rang as Jonny entered. Other than that, it was quiet inside. Shelves lined the walls of the narrow store, covered in an odd assortment of old-fashioned looking furniture and decorations. It seemed like an antique store for people who wanted to disturb their guests. He took a few careful steps inside, watching his feet with the worry that he might accidentally step on a pet cat or something. He looked over to the register at the back of the store, expecting to find an old man or woman working there, but there was no one else in the store besides him. He turned to check if the door really had an “open” sign on it. Sure enough it did.

Jonny looked back to the register, and now there was a woman standing there. Her sudden appearance startled him. Without a sound, she must have entered while he had looked away for a moment.

“Hello,” she said, smiling. “Welcome to my oddities.”

She was not the type of person he had expected to find in a store like this. Instead of an old woman, she was at least 5 years younger than him, maybe just out of college. She was stunningly beautiful, with piercing green eyes and long light brown hair. Her low-cut top showed off a line of cleavage, but her waist was narrow. Her skin was a shade of brown that could have been a tan or a sign of latin heritage. The size of her hips suggested it was likely that latter.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked. Her voice had a welcoming tone, but there was a forceful edge to it, as if she were commanding him to respond.

“Uh,” Jonny said. “I was just… browsing, I guess.”

She smiled again. “You browse all you want,” she said. “My name is Camila. Just call for me if you have a question.”

“Sure,” he said. “I’m Jonny.” He watched as she flipped open a thick old book on the counter beside her and began reading. His attention lingered on her for a half a minute before she glanced over at him and noticed him staring.

He turned to focus on the shelves. It was a very odd assortment. One section was all old-fashioned dolls. Another section had a collection of lamps, from modern electric ones to what looked like a clay oil lamp. There was even something that resembled a lamp out of Aladdin. He reached for it, but before he made contact with it, a hand lept out of nowhere to grab his wrist.

“I wouldn’t touch that one,” Camila said, gently but firmly pulling his arm away from the shelf. “Things might get… complicated.”

Again, Jonny was startled. She moved so silently that he could have sworn that she was just teleporting around the place. “S-sorry,” he said. “I was just…”

“Curious?” she said.

He nodded.

“Hmm,” Camila said, looking him up and down as if she were sizing him up. She bit her lower lip. “Hold on a second,” she said and walked behind him.

Jonny heard the lock turn across the room and spun around to see her at the front door now, flipping the “open” sign around to “closed.” Again, he was stunned. She had moved so quickly and quietly. He worried about turning his back on her again.

Camila strutted over to him with the hint of a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Are you closing?” he asked.

She shook her head and said, “I thought you might appreciate a private tour of the collection.”

“Oh?” he said. “Where do we start?”

Camila glanced around. “What takes your fancy?” she asked.

Jonny slowly turned, scanning the room. A sparkle in a glass case next to the register caught his attention, and he paused looking at it.

“Jewelry,” she said, sounding excited. “Excellent choice.”

Camila took him by the hand and led him over to the case. He noted how soft her skin was against his own, but worried about the hidden strength of her grip.  “I have an assortment of rings and necklaces and… other body decorations on sale.”

Jonny noticed an object that looked like an upturned metal strawberry. After a moment of consideration, he realized that it must be a butt plug.

“There’s more in the back,” she said, and he was not sure if she was insinuating something about herself right then.

Again, she led him by the hand, and he put up no resistance as they walked through a beaded curtain into the backroom of the shop. It was dark there, lit only by a single red candle. She flipped a light switch, and lamps illuminated the small room in a muted rainbow of colors. There was a coat rack on the wall, which was plastered with faded old posters, overlapping each other. Various nicknacks covered a table on one side of the room, but his attention was immediately drawn to the antique sofa right in front of him. It was a love seat and, despite its age, looked very comfortable.

Jonny considered asking her to sit with him, but before he could ask, Camila was already taking a seat and pulling him down beside her on the sofa.

She looked around and asked, “What do you think of the backroom, Jonny?”

“It’s…” he tried to think of a compliment that would not sound fake.

“Surprising?” she asked. “Intriguing?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I half-expected to find a cat back here.”

“You were hoping to see my pussy?” she asked, giving him a devilish smirk.

“Uh…” he said, feeling an instinct to escape her all of a sudden. However, she had pulled him into a kiss before he could get away. Although he felt as though he might be able to break free of her embrace, he found her forwardness to be refreshingly exciting. Never had a girl come on to him like this, so quickly and so forcefully. He returned the kiss and embraced her back. He wondered what he had been worrying about. She was gorgeous and somehow she was interested in him. Why not make the most of this?

She lay down on the sofa and pulled him on top of her to continue making out. Her arms wrapped around his torso as his hands explored the curves of her body.

“Good boy,” Camila cooed.

Jonny felt himself warming up as his excitement grew. He started stripping off his clothes and was surprised at how easy it was to slip out of his pants. They were almost falling off of him before he unbuttoned them. Then, he started to sense that something was amiss about the situation. Camila seemed larger than he remembered her being only a minute ago. In fact, he could have sworn that she appeared to be growing beneath him as he lay on top of her.

“Keep going,” Camila begged him as she felt him slowing down to make sense of what was happening. “More,” she ordered.

Jonny did as she requested and focused on kissing her pillowy lips, finding that he was using his tongue more than usual. Even with all of his clothes off, he felt himself getting warmer still, as if he were sweltering under a blanket. Something felt off about his hands and feet, as if they had become strangely stiff, while his nails seemed frighteningly sharp all of a sudden. Something extended slowly from his backside, a snake of flesh growing from the base of his spine. Camila had become so huge that he found himself standing on her chest on all fours as he focused on licking her lips with his rough little tongue.

Her enormous hands encircled his chest, her thumbs tucking beneath his underarms. She lifted him up from her and held him above her, effortlessly.

“There,” Camila said. “Good kitty.”

The word “kitty” seemed to break him out of some lusty delirium, and he recognized what had happened to him. He was staring down at her past a furry snout with long whiskers protruding from the sides of it. He started to ask her what had happened to him, but all that came out was a long meow.

“You are just adorable,” she said, sitting up and situating him on her lap.

Jonny gazed up at her in horror and in awe as she began petting his fur, caressing him gently. Having been transformed into a cat, he knew he should be panicking, but something about how she petted him and smiled down at him set him at ease. He felt… safe.

“Yes,” Camila said. “What a darling little pet you have become. My little pussy.”

He meowed again, for no reason other than to remain a part of the conversation.

“How I love to stroke my pussy,” she said, reveling in the irony.

Jonny felt a sadness about his current state, not so much that he had lost his humanity but that he had lost the ability to interact with her as another person. He would have happily taken care of her actual pussy if she had let him, but that had been denied from him. Now, he was little more than her pet. The demotion was humiliating to say the least.

“Now,” Camila said. “I think it’s time we talked about jewelry.”

Jonny wondered if she was planning on giving him a collar. Instead, he felt his body begin to shrink again. She turned sideways on the couch and slid him down her leg sideways on his furry belly, until he was resting on her ankle. His body contracted around the circumference of her limb and he felt his snout and forepaws come to rest, nearly touching his tail tip and hindpaws. His fur took on a metallic sheen and the shape of his limbs melted away, until his body had become one long solid piece of silver, wrapped in a circle around her ankle with only a narrow gap between one end and the other.

When he stopped transforming, he tried to move, but his body would not bend, not even a little. He had become solid metal, completely immobilized and inanimate. Now, he was stuck there on her ankle, just a piece of jewelry decorating her body.

“Hmm,” Camila said, clearly thinking over what she had done to him. “That’s not bad.” She paused for a long while. “Not quite great either.”

It was bad enough that she had transformed him into an ankle bracelet. Now, she was critiquing him as well, finding him disappointing even as her own creation.

Camila removed her sandals and said, “Let’s try you on a little lower, now.”

Jonny felt his body bend and flex as he was pulled off of her ankle. Again, he sensed the world growing larger around him as the already enormous fingers that held him became even more gigantic. He felt himself spread flatter as he changed this time. Then, he was wrapped around more flesh. Although it was hard to be sure just where she had placed him, the odor told him all he needed to know. The flesh he encircled was one of her toes. She had reduced him to simply a toe ring on her foot.

“Okay,” she said, from somewhere far above him. “That’s a little better.”

The flesh contracted and flexed beneath him, and he realized that she was flexing her toes, testing out how he felt on her. He was still powerless to do anything but cling to her body as a piece of inert metal.

Somewhere very far off, Jonny heard a knock at a door.

Camila let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh and he felt himself swing through the air rapidly. The weight shifted around him and he smelled leather. He realized that she had slipped her foot into her sandal with him on her toe. The weight shifted again, flattening out her foot beside him. Afterwards, there was a regular pattern of movement followed by a shifting of weight that he recognized as walking, only seen from the perspective of a toe.

Above him, a door swung open, he smelled fresh air blow away some of the foot odor.

“We’re closed,” Camila said.

For a moment, Jonny thought that he might have a chance to escape here, somehow. She was talking to someone. If there was only some way for him to get that person’s attention, then maybe he could be rescued.

“I’ve got a delivery for you,” a man’s voice said.

Camila sighed and said, “Where do I sign?”

Jonny felt his last hope fade as he waited for them to finish their transaction. There was no way that the delivery guy would notice her toe ring, and even if he did, why would he ever suspect it was anything but an ordinary piece of jewelry? Hell, Jonny could be placed on a table in front of his own mother right now, and she would have no idea that her own son was lying there. His life was totally gone now, he realized. He was completely at her mercy.

Mourning the death of his old self, he barely noticed as she shut the door again and carried her package over to the back room with her. The sandal was removed, and he realized that she was back on the sofa again.

“Well,” Camila said. “Sorry for that interruption. Where were we?”

Jonny was beyond even thinking about a reply.

“Hmm,” she said, pensively, taking a long while to think. “No, this isn’t it. It’s too soon to leave you so helpless.” He felt himself slipped off of her toe and held in the palm of her hand. “Let’s go back a step or two.”

He started growing. His metal body spread wide as her hand seemed to shrink beneath him, her skin sliding against him. When he was in danger of falling off her hand, she rested him on her lap. His body thickened up, losing its metallic sheen and becoming furry again. Paws, tail, and head reshaped into a cat’s body, and again that was what he was, a house cat resting on her lap.

Jonny stretched his limbs, working out the stiffness of having been an inanimate object for the last few minutes. It felt so good to be alive again and able to move. He wanted to flex every muscle in his body just to enjoy the sensation of having flesh.

“Now,” she said. “Let’s have a conversation.” Her hand gripped him by the throat, and he felt a passing warmth there that faded as soon as she let go of him. “All right,” she said. “Now, talk to me.”

Jonny went to meow in confusion but ended up saying, “What do you mean?” Then, he gasped. “I can talk!”

“Of course you can,” Camila said. “A talking cat is no great feat for one such as me.”

“What are you?” he asked.

“I am your master,” she said. “And, I am a collector. I collect… oddities. That’s all you need to know about me.”

“Why did you do this to me?” he asked.

“You entered my shop. You were curious. You looked at my jewelry,” she said. “Think about it. You practically begged for me to take you.”

“No,” he said, feeling his claws flex. “I had no idea. How could I? I mean…”

She shushed him. “Shh, calm down, little one.” She petted him in a soothing way. “Whether you were conscious of it or not, you sought me out. Now, you are feeling regrets, not because this is something you did not want but because you are afraid that you may be enjoying this.” She let the words hang there for a quiet moment. “Am I wrong?”

Jonny was speechless. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but some part of him sensed that she might be right, after all. There was the simple fact that he was not running away from her right this moment that indicated that he was comfortable being here on her lap.

Sensing his indecision, she petted him gently again. There was something so soothing about her. When he let himself relax a little in her presence, a surprising tranquility came to him as if he were lying in bed, at home, at rest, safe.

“You have a decision to make,” Camila said, continuing to stroke his fur. “You must choose a future for yourself.”

Jonny felt himself moan, but it came out as a rumbling purr.

“You can stay like this, my darling pet,” she said, “my lovely pussy, and live by my side for all of your days just as you are now.”

He purred some more as he listened.

“Or,” she said. “You can be a man again. You can go live your old life still, forgetful of your time with me. However, you will be regularly drawn back to me, to this shop, again and again, every time thinking it is your first time meeting me. That way I can surprise you once more, enjoy your fresh fear and humiliation, over and over. You will still believe you have a human life of your own outside of here, but your heart and soul will always belong to me, never free, never again will your life truly be your own.”

He stopped purring, and started to consider what he wanted next.

Camila moved beneath him and deposited him down on the couch beside her. Then, she began stripping off all of her clothes, revealing more and more bare skin, until she was down to her underwear in front of him.

“How do you want me?” she asked him, as she undid the clasp of her bra and removed it, letting her sizable breasts hang free above him. “How?” she asked, and slid her panties down her legs and let them fall to her ankles. She spread her knees wide, her crotch visible to him at last.

Seeing him staring at her pussy, she turned and rested her legs on the couch, straddling his little cat body between them. She bent her knees and spread a little wider for him.

“Show me that tongue, again,” she requested.

Jonny sniffed the air, smelling her crotch, sensing the dampness of it. His snout got right up against her slit. Then, his tongue shot out, tasting her. She spread her lips open with her flingers, letting him press his nose right up to the wet parts within. He continued licking, tasting her pussy with his pussy tongue.

A spray of warm wet water hit his face, making him wince and pull back slightly. He smelled urine, tasted it on his furry snout. She was pissing on his face. Part of him wanted to recoil in disgust. The animal part of him was curious about the intense sensations of it. The pungent smell, the warmth of it, the oddly satisfying taste of it. He started lapping up her piss as it showered down on him, soaking into his fur, making a mess of him and everything around him.

When the stream of piss ended, she angled her hips higher and pushed his face down toward her asshole. Again, he started licking, tasting the rim. The sweetness of it, the hint of something uglier within… He kept licking, feeling himself drawn closer and closer to it.

Again, he felt his body start to transform. This time, everything seemed to be compacting tighter behind him, as if everything below his neck was being flattened into a disc. Then, his neck thinned out and his head took on a pointy, egg-like shape, the thin end aimed directly for her asshole. Again, he had become a solid metal object. She pressed his head into her ass, sliding it inside of her. The warmth of her body surrounded him, the wet walls of her intestine pressed against his face. She slid him into place, leaving his solid, thin neck stuck in her sphincter as the rest of his body rested outside of her body below.

Being her butt plug was strangely satisfying. He could feel her heartbeat from a distance. More faintly, he could sense her breathing. It was the closest he could remember ever being to another person, almost entirely enveloped within her. Then, there was the knowledge that she must be enjoying the sensation of having him inside of her. Having that kind of purpose and effect on someone so giant, so powerful, it thrilled him to his core.

Time passed. He felt her move around. Sound from outside of her body was heavily muffled, but he sensed that at times she was talking and someone else was replying. Vaguely, he wondered if she had reopened the shop with him still secretly inside of her. Even the idea that he might be her hidden pleasure as she went about her day excited him even more.

Eventually, he was pulled out of her, back into the cold world. As soon as he was removed, he felt a deep desire to go back in, but he was powerless to do anything, but wait for her to use him.

His body transformed again, growing larger, decompressing back into cat shape, until he was an animal again, able to move on his own. He stretched out on her carpet as she smiled down at him.

“So,” Camila said. “You have had it both ways. What will it be, then? Will you remain my furry pet, or will you be my stranger and helpless lover all at once?”

Jonny thought about it for a long minute. Then, the answer was clear to him, and he made his choice.

***

The sign on the door said the shop was “open,” but it was dark inside. Jonny was not sure why he had even noticed the storefront. He had been walking downtown after work and came across the shop by accident. The sign said that they sold “oddities,” but that was all. He assumed it might be some kind of “head shop” that had survived to the modern day, but that was not much of an interest for him. Still, curiosity and some inexplicable impulse drew him to the door and inside.