A Game of No Hands Chapter 13

Taking Steve’s paw, she led her across the apartment to their bedroom. During that short traversal, several realizations hit Steve with the force of hammers. First, Tina was so excited she’d broken her royal speech compulsion. Second, she’d dreamed of her husband becoming a woman? This wasn’t just her playing a domination game, this was a fulfillment of a fantasy. That meant, that meant… Steve ponderings ground to an inconclusive halt as they passed into the bedroom which looked to be ground zero for an explosion of an extensive wardrobe. On the bed lay a rainbow of stockings and a dozen double bras. Over almost every other surface draped a maid’s uniform of some type or other.

No! Pretty! Twin thoughts burst into Steve’s mind and she hooked a paw on the doorway, breaking out of Tina’s grip.

She turned and looked into Steve’s face as it trembled with internal conflict. The colors, the shapes all drew her attention and curiosity. Particularly the bedsheet that had been tossed over the full-length mirror. Yet a dizzying fear held her, as if she were peering over a sheer cliff. Something about this all marked a point of no return. More than any of the magical changes that the game had wrought on her thus far. An enormous but indistinct pressure built within the bedrock of Steve’s being. In this room it would crack. That terrified her... him?

Yet, Steve still wanted to see what lay beneath that mirror. So badly. Needed to see. The want and fear warred, rendering words to indistinct whines as Tina placed one massive hand behind Steve’s back and gently pulled.

“You cannot wear anything but clothes such as these.” Tina's speech regained its formality, and she chuckled. “Your Queen will bestow a uniform upon you.” She steered Steve toward the bed and called, “Angelica would you care to assist?”

Angelica swiftly stepped into the room, the tip of her tail practically wagging with excitement. “Yes, my queen.”

“You will dress our maid as we desire and she will be a good girl for us or she will be punished.” Tina nipped just short of Steve’s ear, teeth clicking together.

Steve eeped and shivered from the juxtaposition of the trigger words with punishment. “I’m a good girl.”

Tina licked the rim of the ear with the very tip of her tongue. “We shall see what you are in a few moments.” With that, she retreated to Steve’s small desk and sat on top of it, spreading her legs to display her very erect femcock.

Angelica approached with an authoritative sashay, one hand on her swaying hips, perfectly counter balances by her swinging tail. Steve watched her with a sense of unavoidable doom but sexier. She carefully plucked a pair of lacy white panties and held them up for Tina’s judgement.

The Queen shook her head, “No panties. They will be in the way. Go to the garter belts first.”

With a nod, Angelica selected a matching hip hugging lace garment. With a Tina’s approval, she held them open for Steve to step into and then cinched it her waist. The first step in a dance performed in absolute silence, aside from Tina’s occasional chortles of approval. Crisp pink stockings with white paws running down their sides came next. As Angelica clipped them to the garter belt, Steve breathed deeply. That pressure swelling within her head. A white double bra came next and although the sudden support of her heavy breasts took a welcome load off her back, it didn’t help at all with this internal weight. She felt as if she were in a chamber filled with water up to her neck and with each article of clothing, the water inched higher. Angelica’s soft hands lingered over Steve’s curves. Her lips and tongue stole kisses when they neared bare skin, transmitting affection.

Tina watched with shining, excited eyes, her tail occasionally smacking against the wall as it waved about behind her. Her own breasts rose and fell with rapid, lusty breaths.

A slip with a V all the way down to Steve’s waist came next, spilt in the back so the skirt fell around her tail. The lacy hem stopped short of her knees. Steve began to pant as Angelica lowered the dress over her head. Its color matched the vivid pink of her claw polish and her tentacles. Tentacles that began to squirm in their internal pockets. Still more layers were added, the tiny white apron, pink lace cuffs tied around her wrists, ribbon decorated the tassels of her twin braids.

Steve could barely breath when Tina stood. She walked toward the covered mirror, her tail encircling Steve’s waist and pulling her along behind her. Steve made soft whining noises but couldn’t bring herself resist being repositioned.

“Good girl.” Tina whispered as her tail released Steve in front the mirror. “Few more things.” Tina bent and hooked a pair of pink four inch heels from the top of her dresser with two laid them in front of Steve.

“Please… I…” Steve’s vision blurred with tears. The internal pressure had grown to a point her skull threatened to explode. Stealing a glance behind her revealed Angelica blocking the way to the exit, holding a lace maid cap in her hands. Finally, Tina clipped a two inch thick white sparkling dog collar around her neck.

Even if she ran, where would she go? Tina wanted her to see this. If she stopped the game, she’d still be… a good girl for a month. Stopping the game… would ruin everything. She had to see what Tina had dreamed of.

The shoes looked far too small, even so, her white clad foot slipped into it. Tina steadied her when she wobbled, lifted the other foot. Nobody breathed as she pushed her heel down into the leather’s grip. The heels were not anything Steve would term comfy, but they fit. Angelica placed the cap on Steve’s head and pinned it to her hair.

Tina’s tore the bedsheet away from the mirror with a magician’s flourish.

Steve beheld the image in its silver surface and felt herself crack.

That wasn't… it couldn’t be. The creature, who looked back with wide panicked eyes, bore no resemblance to Steve. This woman had to have just stepped off the stage of a kinky cosplay stage. Her soft rounded features, wide eyes, fluffy paws and sharp ears that protruded through her waves of hair embodied cuteness. While the uniform frilly edges spoke of a magical girl's innocence but its color shouted something else. A bright and aggressive pink drew the eyes to the shortness of the skirt. Lines of white embroidery pulled the gaze upward to a top that struggled to contain her four breasts, their cleavage visible through a long diamond-shaped window reinforced with the crisscrossing of thin black ribbon. Little black bows were tied over the position of each of the covered stomach nipples. Other details that hinted what lurked beneath the fabric. Cute at first glance, but more one stared at the outfit, the louder it became. The pink paws prints of the stocking walked up the outside of her calves but crossed behind the knees to march up her inner thighs.

“What do you think?” Tina asked softly.

“I’m… so pretty.” Steve blinked and so did the sexy husky woman in the mirror. A nervous grin grew on the woman’s face as the edges of her nostrils darkened. Experimentally, she raised a paw and pressed on a breast until it threatened to pop out of the low-cut dress. She felt the compression of her flesh and marveled at how that could be. Yes, the magic had feminized Steve, but there was no way that woman could be Steve. Steve couldn’t have hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial, dog or human. Steve never had a smile that beamed like hers. The fluffy tail wagged slowly but confidently behind this woman. Steve’s mirrored it and began to wonder who was who’s reflection.

“Do you like the dress?” Angelica asked.

Steve turned to the side and ran a paw over the curve of her hip. “Yes… It's a bit slutty though.” The woman in the mirror’s red lips moved with the high but rich voice that Steve had squeaked and stammered with for the past hour or more. She used it with confidence, it fit her. She laughed, cheeks coloring, and she hid them behind her paws, hunching slightly. Mischief brightened her eyes. Her left turned from brown to blue. The pose struck her and she tittered anew over how cute the emote was. Steve had never been cute, maybe handsome if you squint, but never cute. He’d also never say, “Then again… I’m a huge fucking slut.” The woman in the mirror whispered it into her pads and the blush spread up to the inside of her ears and the tail sped up to a blur, wiggling her curved buttocks along with it. She glanced over her shoulder to confirm that her tail indeed move in synch with the one in the mirror. The mirror wasn’t magic, and a flush of happiness bubbled up through her. She took the first full breath she had since Tina had pounced on Steve, tipped her head back and howled. She wasn’t Steve anymore, was she? The mirror husky woman was her.

Still not entirely convinced, she smiled at the mirror and declared, “I am a big fucking slut!” To demonstrate she slapped her own ass and watched the wave travel down her meaty leg. Take that Steve! She crowed mentally, giggling madly. She turned away from the mirror and bent over, extending her tentacles to flip up the back of her skirt and expose her spade nestled among the neatly trimmed white fluff. “I want all the cocks right in here while I lap at all the pussies with my tongue!” She called out while peering through her legs. Yes, Steve would never, ever say something like that.

“See!” Tina clapped her hands together. “I knew you would enjoy this, Steve.”

“I’m not Steve!” The lewd husky maid barked, almost yipped as she whipped up to standing position, “I’m a good girl.” But that didn’t seem to cover it. She resolved to be everything Steve was too scared to be. After all, she wasn’t him, didn’t have his family or his friends to worry about. Just Tina and Angelica. She could be whatever they wanted her to be and more. “I’m Steph!”

“You know what else you are?” Tina’s laugh gained a sinister edge as she stood and stretched, reaching her paws high overhead. A yawn showed off Tina’s powerful teeth before the paw hands came down on Steph’s shoulders and held her tight. “My royal property. Now be a good girl and bend over.”

With a gentle shove Steph stumbled toward the mirror and caught its sides. Tina’s massive handpaws encircled her waist and pushed her lower, positioning both so the femcock’s tip rested on her spade and the two woman could see each other’s eyes in the mirror. A giggle and Tina thrust herself deep into Steph, who gave a small blissful moan. Her long femcock didn’t stretch Steph in the same way as Angelica’s monstrous toy but as it began to piston in and out of her pussy, it brought new pleasures. Her inner walls molded themself around the flared tip. The tags of Steph’s collar rhythmically clinked, the strength of the grip around her waist and hunger in Tina’s eyes made each thrust an act of possession, a wordless declaration of MINE!

Steph yielded to this with as much enthusiasm as her heart could muster. Screaming, “Yes! Yes! I’m your pet! I’m your good girl!” And howling “Aaaawwwwwooooowww!” with each quaking orgasm.

“Forever!” Tina grasped as her thrusting speed up. “Tell me you’re going to be our Good Girl forever. Swear it!”

Steph felt a cold spark of fear well up inside her and stomped on it hard. The fear was Steve’s, and she wasn’t him! Steph wasn’t afraid of being a pet. She was a pet. “I-I-I,” As she attempt to answer her queen, a tingling warmth gathered in her lips and tongue. A warning? Still, she pushed through, “I’m your good girl! Mmmmmy queen! Alw-w-ways!” Each word brought a minor change, a wet blackness spread across the width of her nose, her front teeth gain predatory points and white fuzz crept down from her ears to cover her cheeks.

Tina marked the oath by slamming deep into Steph’s sex and grinding hard against her thick lipped sex. “We accept… your.. Nak-nak…Fealty!” Tina burst, sending a torrent of hot juice into Steph’s burning insides.

Read the Next Chapter