Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: My Sister, My Pet Universe: Demon-Man's world of Belial Keywords: nc, tf, ff, mf, mc, inc, magic, strange Summary: Sophie is transformed by her long-lost sister into a bizarre sex-creature. Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. Sophie wrung her hands as she stood in the foyer of the huge mansion. Her large blue eyes were wide with amazement at the lavish decorations, the fountain in the center of the entryway...the home must have cost a fortune. She could hardly imagine that Eliza had ever *been* in a place like this, let alone that she was the owner. The pretty, thin girl with shoulder-length black hair shifted from one foot to the other nervously as she looked around. Sophie hadn't seen or spoken to her older sister in over five years. Truth be told, she never really thought she would see her again. The last memory she had of her, Sophie was still a girl, and it had been Sophie's fault that their parents had thrown Eliza out of the house. Eliza had always been the beautiful, perfect daughter - tall, elegant and brilliant, with long black hair and piercing blue eyes darker and more mysterious than Sophie's own. Eliza had an incredibly sharp mind, and an even sharper tongue, but in school (where Sophie had been four years behind her) all the boys (and many girls) coveted the gorgeous Eliza. Sophie had both idolized and resented her older sister. Eliza tormented her, and had always been so clearly her parents' favorite, that Sophie was always trying to find ways to bring Eliza down a peg, mostly without success. When she finally did succeed, however, it was to a much further extent than she had ever expected or wanted. Their family was poor, and their father (their mother had died when Sophie was young) had always had an intense, inexplicable prejudice against the transformed. He held a strange idea that only normal, untransformed humans were natural and "right". Even as common as they were, Sophie still had a strange revulsion towards the transformed grown out of her father's constant loathing of them. She had to work hard to hide her disgust, since she encountered them every day. So the day that she had snuck into her older sister's room to find her naked form enveloped by another girl whose arms and lower body had been replaced with numerous penis-tentacles, tentacles which were spraying cum into Eliza's mouth and pussy and ass and all over her pretty naked body while she came...Sophie had of course run to tell her father, thinking that between his prejudice and general prudishness towards sex particularly where his daughters were concern, he would punish Eliza and Sophie would obviously become the favorite. Of course, at her young age, she could never have imagined the actual response. Her last image of Eliza was of her kneeling outside, naked and sobbing as she dripped with cum, where she had been dragged by her hair by their father, as he slammed the door on the daughter he had just disowned. Sophie hadn't seen Eliza since, and instead of the happy world of being her father's favorite, he'd become increasingly depressed and withdrawn, and died a couple of years later, leaving Sophie completely on her own. Sophie had held various jobs since, trying to make ends meet, and over the last two years had been with Andre. She loved him desperately, even though (or sometimes she thought, because) he didn't treat her particularly well. But he'd been the first boy she'd ever slept with (the only boy, actually), and he'd taken care of her when she was all alone... And it was for Andre that she had ended up here, in her sister's mansion. It had been a year since she'd discovered her sister's wealth - apparently she had become a brilliant researcher for the Magician's Guild, though Sophie didn't know what kind of research. Sophie had heard Eliza's name and realized it was her sister, but never intended to visit her. Sophie's own guilt had transformed into a sort of self-righteous anger at her sister for going against their father's wishes. Sophie had almost convinced herself that everything that had befallen them was Eliza's fault, though deep down, she knew that wasn't really true. But then Andre had fallen into deep, deep debt with one of the crime lords in the city, from gambling and then from losing a delivery he was supposed to make for them. Even then, though, she had refused to go to Eliza to beg for money (it would likely be a pittance to her, though it was more money than Sophie had ever seen), even when Andre became furious, describing the horrors that would likely be perpetrated on him - and possibly her - if he didn't get the money quickly. Still Sophie had refused. Then, two days ago, Andre had disappeared, with a note in their house saying that she had two days to find the money, or they would be back for her, to share in whatever fate they intended for Andre. So here she stood, tears of fear for herself and Andre welling in her eyes, terrified at the prospect of seeing her estranged sister...and what she might say to Sophie, in spite of Sophie's desperate need. "The mistress will see you now." Sophie jumped at the sudden low voice filling the large waiting area, and turned to see the large butler who had let her into the house standing holding one of the side doors open. Sophie nodded at the (surprisingly young and handsome) man, and moved quietly through the door, then followed him down a long hallway. She was again amazed at how big the house was. She stopped with squeak as she almost ran into the butlers back, when he suddenly halted and pulled open a door, gesturing her inside. Nervously, she stepped in, while he followed her and pulled the door shut behind her. The room was filled with the scent of oils and incense, and Sophie realized that she was in some sort of bathing area. There were a couple of large baths off to one side - one steaming, the other seemingly cool - fluffy towels, the works. It looked like a personal version of a spa that Sophie had worked in a couple of years ago. And in the center was Eliza. Her sister was on an inclined massage table, so that Sophie could only see her head poking up while two large women worked on her body, hidden behind the table and draped sheet. If anything Eliza was even more gorgeous than Sophie had remembered - where Sophie was pretty and cute with the look of a small, adorable, frightened animal, Eliza was striking, her features sharper and more defined, giving her an almost predatory, dangerous look. The smile she gave her younger sister was broad, and anything but friendly. "Why Sophie," she said, her low voice relaxed and yet somehow menacing, "it's been so *long*. I never expected to see you of all people here in my home." "H-hello Eliza," Sophie said, cursing herself inwardly as her voice came out in a terrified whisper. "How have you been? Life going well? And how is father?" Sophie felt a sharp twinge of pain at the mention of their father - she hadn't thought of him in some time, and the presence of Eliza made that seem all too recent. Could Eliza really not know? Sophie felt a sudden surge of anger, her small body trembling. "Father is dead," she flung out sharply. She immediately regretted it, as a surprising look of pain crossed Eliza's face - clearly she *hadn't* known. Sophie didn't mind so much that Eliza was upset, but she became afraid that her angry response would make Eliza even less likely to help her. Her sister's face smoothed over rapidly, and she returned her gaze towards Sophie. If anything, her expression was even less friendly than before. "So then," she said quietly, "what could bring my dear sister here to visit me?" Sophie hesitated, and then in a sobbing rush, it all came spilling out - Andre's disappearance, the money, how afraid Sophie was that something horrible would happen...all of it. Finally, she drew a shuddering breath and wiped away the tears, cheeks burning with embarrassment at how she'd fallen apart. It was certainly far from the way she'd imagined asking her sister for help, and how her sister out of guilt for abandoning her would give her the money to rescue Andre and they'd live happily ever after... Instead Eliza just looked at her, as though she was in deep consideration. Sophie's blush deepened as she realized Eliza's eyes were tracking up and down her body, as though sizing her up for...something. Sophie shifted uncomfortably gain, very conscious of her cheap dress that clung to her slim little body. "Well..." Eliza said, slowly, "I can certainly help with the money. That's trivial for me." Sophie blinked in astonishment, then began to cry again in a sudden rush of relief. "Oh thank you Eliza," she sobbed, "thank you so much..." Eliza raised an eyebrow. "I said that I *can* help. I didn't say that I *would*." Sophie's throat tightened. She felt slightly nauseous. But before she could respond, Eliza continued. "There's the question of what I would get out of the deal..." Sophie stared at her. "I don't have much, Eliza, but you can have it all. And I'll work to pay all the money back soon, I promise..." Eliza let out a barking laugh that felt like a slap. "And how would you make that kind of money, Sophie? If you had it or anything like it, I doubt you'd be here talking to me. Somehow I suspect that if I give it to you, I'll never see you again." Sophie swallowed, that having been exactly her intention of course - to get the money from Eliza and then to disappear with Andre. "Wh-what do you want from me, then," she said in a small voice. Eliza's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Why, Sophie...I just want my little sister to stay here with me, in comfort and wealth." Sophie stared at her. Could she be serious? Eliza wanted Sophie to stay here, with her, in her huge mansion? "You...you do?" "Of course," Eliza said, though her eyes still weren't exactly friendly. "And...and Andre too?" Eliza's expression turned to a thoughtful frown. "Hmm...well, I guess I could bring him on as a servant as well...I'd have to see him to decide if I really wanted him to be a sex toy for me too, but..." She paused at the choked sound Sophie made, and looked at her little sister. Sophie was staring in horror at Eliza. "What...what do you mean, sex toy? What are you...you can't mean..." Eliza's eyes burned as her face broke into that sharp, predatory smile again. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I forget to say that? What, you didn't think I just wanted to have you hanging around here, did you? No, no, no...I think you'd make a *lovely* toy for me, though, dear sister. I'll save your precious Andre for you, but I get to keep you to play with after that..." Sophie was shaking her head in horror, and didn't realize she was backing away until she hit what at first she thought was a wall, but realized when she looked up that it was actually the enormous butler. He smiled darkly down at her, blocking the doorway. Sophie whirled back on her sister, face darkening with anger. "You...you're sick! I'm your sister! How can you say such things, after you abandoned us like that...?!" Eliza stared at her in disbelief, then her face filled with rage that threw terror into Sophie's heart. "*Abandoned* you?! You got Father to disown me, to throw me out! Would you like to see what happened to me after I was out on my own, dear Sophie, before I found my calling with the guild? What I woke up one day to find had happened after yet another night of sleeping on the street in those first few weeks?" Sophie tried to run, but the butler's huge hands clamped over her shoulders and held her fast. Sophie watched as Eliza, face burning with fury, slid off the massage table, the two masseuses stepping back. One long, slender leg stepped out from beneath the sheet, followed by the other. Eliza had been famous for her gorgeous legs growing up...all the boys (and many of the adult men) had talked about them in hushed tones, and fantasized about them in darkened rooms after watching Eliza dance at one of the schools sporting events. Her legs were as gorgeous as ever, her tanned skin over toned muscles as they curved perfectly upwards to meet at her curvaceous hips...which then flowed upwards into Eliza's neck and her gorgeous face. Sophie stared in horror at what her sister had become as Eliza stood naked in front of her, and let out a squeak of disgust. Eliza's head sat just above her hips - her torso, her long, slender arms, her much-coveted large breasts (which had always been another source of jealousy for Sophie, given her own tiny ones, even now)...all gone. Eliza was now nothing *but* her famous legs. Well, plus a bit more. Nestled in the bush of her pussy, just above the pink folds of her slit where her clit should have been was a large cock. Soft at present, it was already several inches long...hard it was probably enormous. Sophie found herself wondering lightheadedly whether Eliza could lick her own new cock, just by bending her neck, since her face was so close to it already. Eliza grinned darkly at Sophie, watching the disgust play across her face. "What's the matter Sophie? Still freaked out by a transformed girl like me? Still blessed with Father's bigotry that you so took advantage of?" Eliza advanced on her sister, still held fast by the butler, striding forward on her long gorgeous legs. Eliza looked up at Sophie - before Eliza had towered over her petite sister, but now, without a torso, she was much shorter. "Well, just wait till you see what I'm going to turn *you* into," Eliza hissed, her eyes burning with mad excitement, "I'll save your boyfriend, but you get to be my little pet, Sophie!" Sophie's eyes dropped and widened in horrified fascination as she saw her sister's cock begin to harden with her excitement, slowly growing and poking outward just inches beneath Eliza's pretty chin. Sophie could also smell a distinctive, salty sent, and realized she was smelling her sister's pussy, growing wet with arousal. Sophie struggled against the butler, and squealed and sobbed in terror. "No! Never mind! I don't need your money! I'll find another way! LET ME GO!" Eliza giggled, her now hard cock jutting out in front of her, throbbing in its redness. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. "Oh, I don't think so, Sophie. No, I think I'll give you what you want - poor Andre will get his money. And I get what I want." Sophie, hyperventilating in fear, finally did the only thing left to her to do. She fainted. She awoke, slowly, to find herself in a dark room, filled once again with the scent of incense. Though this time it was a very different smell - earthy, dark and unpleasant. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear them, along with the muzziness in her head from her fainting. Where was she? What was going on? She heard voices... "...and you're certain this is what you want?" The voice was...male, Sophie thought, though it was somehow much more than that. The low sound seemed to reverberate through the room and her body, rattling her bones and teeth. She whimpered in response. "Oh yes," a woman's voice breathed. Sophie knew that voice...who was that? She breathed deeply, trying to clear her head. "And the price has been agreed upon and paid?" The dark voice ripped through the room again. "Yes, master," a tinkly, airy voice replied. Different than the other woman's voice. That one had been... Eliza. The other voice was Eliza. The day's events came back to Sophie in a rush, and she remembered with horror what had happened. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, feeling the cold stone underneath her legs and ass... She looked down with horror to realize that she was naked! Her white skin was illuminated in the candlelight, her dark pink nipples poking out atop her small breasts, the black fur between her slender legs... Sophie let out a shriek of terror, and tried to get up to run...and immediately fell forward with a clank. She looked down to find that her ankles were bound together with manacles. She sobbed desperately and tried to pull herself up, to crawl away... "Well, then, it is done." The room suddenly spun around Sophie, and she fell forward again. She screamed and sobbed as she tried to crawl forward, a sudden tingling and burning sensation suffusing her entire body. She shrieked in pain as she felt her body rippling and pulsing in ways that were impossible and wrong... She realized she must have blacked out again, as she came to, lying sideways on the floor, eyes staring outward across the stone - the room was well lit now, from overhead lights, the candles out. The burning pain in her body was gone, but she felt...wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Sophie drew in a breath, tried to yell again, for help, for anything... No sound came from her...well, a little sound. An odd squeaking noise, almost like a squeaker in a stuffed toy, accompanied with a strange slurping, smacking sound. Her mouth didn't work...and as she breathed in through her nostrils, she was met with a strange scent...one that was familiar somehow. She tried to move her arms, to right herself...but she couldn't find them. She felt her feet moving but couldn't seem to straighten her legs. The squeaking and smacking noises increased along with her panic as tears of terror rolled down her cheeks. A pretty foot stepped in front of her, and knelt down, and she realized that it was Eliza - her huge, hard cock poking out in front of her, just inches from Sophie's eyes, and Sophie could also see that her pussy was so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. Eliza's head lowered into view atop her hips, a broad, hungry smile on her face. "Oh my goodness, Sophie...just *look* at you," Eliza said in the singsong voice of an owner speaking to her pet, "You are just the *cutest*, most *adorable* little thing! Yes you are!" Sophie was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of excitement and happiness. She squeaked loudly, now a cutely happy little noise, as she wobbled back and forth on the ground, her feet kicking. The strange scent she'd smelled before suddenly intensified, along with a bizarre aching in her...mouth? That didn't feel right, but it was as close as she could come...and it wasn't a bad ache at all. No, something much more pleasant. Her nipples also started to ache, though they also felt odd. And something salty was flowing over her tongue, though she couldn't quite figure out how to work that either. Eliza made playful sounds towards her for a few more moments while Sophie kicked and squeaked happily, waves of euphoria rushing through her, then Eliza levered herself up again. "Rufus," she said, invoking the name of her large butler, "why don't you pick up our little Sophie here and bring her over to the mirror." Sophie suddenly felt large hands grasping her sides, and was lifted up off the ground, dizzily. As her world spun yet again, the euphoria she'd felt at her sister's playful voice came crashing down, replaced with a whole new level of horror. Oh god...she'd been responding like...like a pet! Worse, the aching still hadn't gone away...if anything, it seemed to be getting stronger. And though it was in all the wrong places, she was able to identify it now. Arousal. And the scent...the scent... As Rufus held her out so she could see her self in the mirror, she realized what she was smelling. The scent of her own wet pussy. Sophie screamed. Inside, anyway. All that came from her new body was its cute, high-pitched squeak. Her large blue eyes remained, flickering madly over the impossible reflection of herself as tears streamed from them. Her black hair still framed her "face", her cute little nose poking out as her nostrils flared in horror, breathing in that sweet-salty scent so close by. Her nose was where her humanity ended. Starting from the base of her nose were the pink folds of her pussy - completely hairless now, though the fact that Sophie noticed that tiny detail was evidence of her mind fracturing in her horror. Her clit was just beneath her noze, pink and enlarged with her arousal. The vertical slit - dribbling with wetness, the odor of her own cunt filling her nostrils forever - completely covered where her mouth should have been, above her pretty chin and neck. Of course her chin and neck were gone, too. Instead, her "head" and pussy blended seamlessly into smooth white skin, looking almost like her shoulders and chest. However, the only thing that remained of her torso were her two pink nipples - large and incredibly hard in her current state of arousal - poking out and slightly downward from her little "body" an inch or two below her dripping mouth-slit. The rest of her body simply curved back and around. Beneath her - she was perched on Rufus's large arm comfortably, she was so small - dangled her pretty feet, though larger than they had been previously. No legs, and barely even ankles - they basically attached directly to her little body. The only other feature of her that remained was her little ass - Rufus turned her so she could see. In addition to her pretty face, her tight little ass had always been the feature that got attention, like her sister's long legs. Her feet were attached almost directly beneath it now, and her cute little ass stuck out just behind them, as Rufus gently lowered her to the ground and set her down. Sophie stared in horror and self-loathing at the little creature she'd become. She couldn't be anything *other* than a little sex pet now. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she waddled around in a little circle, feeling her little butt shake invitingly as she did so, and squeaked pathetically in horror. She heard Eliza giggle above her. "Oh she's so *cute"," Eliza gushed, and a horrible rush of pleasure went through Sophie's little body, "c'mon Rufus, pick her up for now - she'll have to learn how to hop, I think - and let's go play with her." Sophie squeaked pathetically as Rufus reached down and slid his hand between her legs again to pick her up. The sensation was more bizarre than anything she could have imagined. As they walked to another room, Eliza spoke again. Sophie found herself shivering in pleasure at the sound of her sister/owner's voice, her arousal growing more and more desperate with each word. It was a struggle to concentrate on what she was saying. "Now then, since I've gotten what I wanted, I think it's only fair that I give you what you wanted, don't you little Sophie? So let's see about getting your Andre his money..." Through the shivering of her little body, Sophie managed to grab onto what Eliza was saying. She was still going to save Andre? Oh thank god. At least this horrible transformation wouldn't have been completely for nothing... Rufus opened a door for Eliza and followed her into the room. "Why...Andre, isn't it? Whatever are you doing here?" Sophie's eyes flicked upwards at the sound of Eliza's voice...and found Andre leaning against the wall. She squeaked desperately and struggled to get away, but to no avail whatsoever. Andre couldn't see her as this, this...thing! Wait...what was *Andre* doing *here*?! Andre stood away from the wall and his eyes alighted on the little creature that used to be Sophie, and they widened in amazement. "Oh my god...Sophie? Is that you?" Sophie...humiliated, confused, horrified, aroused...simply let out a long, low squeak along with a slurping squelching of her pussy-mouth. Her eyes flicked from Andre's shocked face to Eliza's grin, seeking understanding, comfort...anything. "Oh, Sophie, did I forget to mention that Andre had come to me asking for money a few weeks ago? Of course, I told him that my price would be you, but oddly he didn't seem all that bothered by that." Sophie's eyes flicked back over to Andre, who looked a little guilty, but was just as obviously fascinated by the transformation that his pretty girlfriend had undergone, and was surreptitiously staring at her new little body. And occasionally his eyes would flicker over to her sister's as well. "Sorry Sophie," he said in a voice that sounded more surly than sorry, "but, well, I was getting bored. And I owe a lot of money. And your sister gave me even more than I needed, so..." He trailed off, and just stared at Sophie. Sophie let out a long, keening, pathetic little squeak. "Well, then," Eliza said, nodding at the metal briefcase in the corner, "there's your money Andre. And I think it's high time I got to play with my new little pet." Eliza strode over to the couch along the wall and expertly settled her odd body down. She lifted one long leg up to the couch, leaving the other foot on the floor, exposing her pussy and her enormously hard, huge cock, jutting out from between her legs. With a nod, Rufus walked over and set Sophie on the other end of the couch facing her. Sophie found in her aching arousal she couldn't look away from her sister's cock, just a few inches beneath her pretty neck. She trembled, fighting her need and cowered against the other end of the couch. Eliza smiled at her. "Awww...who's a good little Sophie? Who's Eliza's little pet? Does little Sophie want a nice hard cock in her wet face pussy? Come on Sophie! Come on girl!" Eliza's voice washed over her like a drug, and Sophie found herself once again bouncing her little body up and down on her feet, squeaking in excitement. She could feel her pussy dripping down her little "chest". Before she realized what she was doing, she was waddling forward towards her sister's cock, eyes wide. As she reached Eliza, her sister lowered her cock with a giggle, and without a pause Sophie plunged her wet mouth-pussy onto it. Her little body exploded in pleasure as she plunged her face wetly down on Eliza's hard cock. She was shocked at the sudden sensation of the cock sliding over her tongue inside her pussy (that's where it was!), and without thinking, stroked the underside of the huge member as it slid inside her. Eliza moaned in pleasure. "Oh, good little Sophie!" Sophie's pleasure jumped at the praise, and she pedaled her feet, shoving herself further and further onto Eliza's huge cock. She could feel it sliding down her "throat" though her gag reflex was gone completely. But it was astonishing how full she felt...and somewhere in her mind she realized that Eliza's cock was probably almost as long as her little body now. She squeaked loudly in pleasure, bouncing her face up and down while Eliza groaned and praised her little pet. Sophie could smell the scent of Eliza's wet pussy mixing with that of her own, and only wished she had some way to satisfy that part of her sister/owner, too. Suddenly, with a grunting yell, Eliza's cock throbbed, and then exploded inside Sophie's little body. Sophie squealed and squeaked in pleasure as her own orgasm exploded along with it, and she milked Eliza's cock with everything she had. She could feel her sister's cum filling her little body, her throat...she could taste the warm saltiness sloshing up over her tongue. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Eliza stopped coming, her screams of pleasure winding down. As she did so, Sophie's own induced euphoria crashed yet again, and she found herself faced with the horror of what she had done, was doing...what she was. And yet the cum inside her felt and tasted so *good*. Crying again, she tried to backpedal off of her sister's rod impaling her face, but Eliza deftly lowered one leg behind her and held her fast with little effort. Her cock was still amazingly hard, filling Sophie's pussy, mouth, and throat. "Mmmm...no I don't think so, little Sophie. You feel awfully good right there." Sophie looked up with her large blue eyes into Eliza's, so nearby, and saw nothing there but pleasure at Sophie's new body, and enjoyment of her obviously immense humiliation. "Uh, Eliza?" Eliza looked up, a flash of annoyance crossing her face as she realized that Andre was still standing there, watching the show with amazement. "You're still here?" Eliza asked in surprise. "Um...well, I was wondering...if I might uh..." Eliza glanced down, obviously following Andre's gaze, and then her frown quirked upwards into a smirk. "Andre, are you trying to say you want to fuck my little pet Sophie's ass?" Sophie's eyes widened and she made a little squealing squeak of protest around Eliza's cock, finally beginning to soften, though it was still deep in her throat. She tried again to struggle free, but Eliza held her fast with her leg. Her utter helplessness (she couldn't even escape from her armless sister!) made Sophie begin to sob. Andre had occasionally tried to convince Sophie to let him fuck her in the ass for...well, almost as long as they'd been dating. Sophie had never even considered letting him do so - she found the idea completely humiliating and disgusting. Though in comparison to her new life, it should have sounded completely tame, somehow it felt like the crossing of some final line, showing that her body was entirely no longer her own. Eliza, of course, seemed to have a similar though process. "Well...I certainly think you've been paid well enough, Andre, don't you?" Sophie began to whimper in relief, but then Eliza continued. "Still...I'll bet my tease of a sister never let you have that particular pleasure did she? Well, I suppose it's only right to give that to you as one last fling with my little pet." Sophie was sobbing and squeaking, trying to plead with her sister, even though she knew her fate was sealed. She could hear Andre's breathing quicken behind her, and then his clothes sliding off and falling to the floor. Eliza watched with appreciation. "Mmmm...well, little Sophie, I can see why you liked this one. He's quite a looker, isn't he?" Sophie just whimpered, wiggling uselessly on the couch. Eliza's cock was softening and sliding out through the tight hole of Sophie's face-pussy, sending little shivers of pleasure through her small body. Then she felt hands grab the sides of her little body and she let out another muffled squeal of protest. "Wait a moment, Andre. Hold her." She felt Andre's hands hold her tight as Eliza slid backwards, sliding her cock out of Sophie's faze. She could feel the cum dripping down her front from her face-pussy, though she found herself slurping it back in through her grasping cunt...it just tasted too good to waste. "You'll probably want to lube up a bit," Eliza said playfully, "why don't you turn her around and use her face for that...then I'm going to break out my pet's other little toy and we can try her out together." Sophie squeaked as Andre spun her around, wondering what that ominous comment meant. Suddenly she found herself facing a familiar body - Andre's tanned skin and hard cock (much smaller than Eliza's, though) was suddenly in front of her. She looked up desperately, squeaking pitifully, but Andre refused to look her in the eyes. Instead he just pulled her forward and plunged her mouth-pussy down around his cock. She squeaked in pleasure - though again nothing like what she felt when Eliza was using her - and humiliation...someone with hands could basically just use her as a little fuck doll, she was so tiny. He just bounced her up and down, while she squealed in pleasure and at the taste of her beloved Andre's cock filling her pussy/mouth, her tongue caressing the tip and underside lovingly. "OK, that should be good," Eliza said. Sophie squeaked in disappointment as the lovely hard cock slid out of her face-pussy and just had enough time to reflect on how pathetic she was before she was spun around again and facing Eliza. Her sister's large cock had softened and glistened with cum and Sophie's pussy juice, and her pussy was visible now...and very wet. "Rufus, if you could be so kind..." Sophie squeaked as the butler suddenly stepped into view and reached his hand down beneath Sophie's little body, between her feet. Suddenly pleasure ripped through Sophie, and she distantly heard herself squeaking loudly in excitement. Rufus was rubbing something in between her feet - a little nubbin or bump, perhaps, and it was sending ripples of pleasure throughout her small body. As she sat there trembling, she found that her eyes drifted to Eliza's pussy. Suddenly Sophie's nostrils flared, the scent of her own cunt and Eliza's filling them. She didn't notice her sister's grin as she was far to distracted with staring at Eliza's glorious wet cunt. Inside her "mouth" she felt her tongue begin to thicken...and thicken...she let out a small squeal of surprise as suddenly her tongue was filling that space behind the entrance to her mouth-pussy...and then began to press its way through her tight little hole from the inside. She let out a small keening moan of pleasure at the bizarre reverse penetration as her tongue grew and grew. Finally, Rufus pulled his hand away and the incapacitating pleasure receded to a throbbing ache in what had previously been her tongue. Sophie's eyes crossed and she whimpered - projecting from her wet face-cunt was a long, cocklike protrusion. It was deep red and looked like her tongue, but was probably almost as long as Eliza's hard cock, and a bit thicker. Sophie's little face-pussy felt wonderfully and enormously stretched. Even worse, she could taste *everything* - as it slid through her cunt from the inside, her "mouth" had filled with the flavor of her own wet pussy. She looked up pitifully at the sound of Eliza's giggle, though her eyes kept dropping back to her sister's wet pussy involuntarily. "Oh how cute! Sophie, you want to stick that in your sister's cunt? Do you?" Once again, Eliza's voice rolled over her, and that and the tantalizing sight and sent of her sister's pussy as Eliza spread her legs wide was too much for the poor little creature Sophie had become. With squeaks of excitement, Sophie waddled forward, and plunged her tongue-cock into her sister's sopping cunt. Eliza yelled in pleasure, and Sophie squeaked loudly in the same. She pedaled her little feet, driving her tongue-cock into her sister's wet pussy. The sensation was amazing - like licking soft flesh all over with a cross between her tongue and her clit - and the taste...her world was suffused with the flavor of the inside of Eliza's pussy. Some part of her mind recoiled in horror as she realized how much she loved the flavor, but she couldn't stop herself from licking the inside of Eliza's cunt. Eliza's yells rose to screams as Sophie's long, hard tongue-cock began to writhe around inside her, stroking the walls of her pussy, her g-spot...everywhere. Sophie squeaked and squealed in mindless rapture as she pleasured her mistress. Somewhere in the world outside, she felt hands grab her little body, and something soft and fleshy press against the entrance to her little ass. Her bliss dissipated for the barest of moments as she realized Andre was about to fuck her ass, and she squealed in desperate protest. Then with a grunt and a thrust, he was in side her. Pain and pleasure ripped through her little body, intertwined so tightly Sophie could hardly distinguish between them. She squeaked loudly with each hard thrust from Andre, spreading her formerly virgin asshole mercilessly wide, and his pounding pulled her tongue-cock in and out of Eliza's wet cunt, and stimulating her *own* cunt with each thrust. Tiny Sophie was suspended between the two of them, and quickly all of their yells and squeals and grunts and squeaks of pleasure rolled together in a mass of pleasure noises. Andre came first, his loud yell filling the room as his warm cum filled Sophie's ass. That sensation caused Sophie to explode herself, her feet kicking in pleasure as her eyes rolled back. Suddenly her tongue-cock pulsed and began to squirt - it was like no sensation she'd ever felt. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could taste the sudden saltiness of her own cum alongside the flavor of Eliza's cunt. And the sensation of her little sister's tongue-cock thrashing and squirting inside her pushed Eliza over the edge as well, her hips humping back towards Sophie's face as she sobbed in pleasure. Finally their massive combined orgasms began to wind down. Suddenly Sophie let out a squeal as she felt herself pulled backwards by Andre's impaling cock as he fell away with a groan. Sophie's tongue-cock was unceremoniously yanked from Eliza's cunt, eliciting a moan from Eliza, and then a giggle as Sophie's thrashing toungue-cock sprayed the last of its cum all over Eliza's thighs. Sophie squeaked in shock and humiliation as she found herself suddenly suspended from Andre's cock in her ass as he stood, her tongue cock softening and slurping its way back through her face-cunt into her mouth. Her feet dangled beneath he as she trembled in pleasure and still a little pain and disgust at what she had just done, and what she now was. She whimpered and squeaked as Andre's hand grabbed her sides and slid her tight little ass of his softening cock with a slurping sound, and then her whole body turned red with humiliation at the sudden splattering sound of Andre's cum running out of her abused little asshole and dripping onto the stone floor. Eliza looked over at her, eyes heavy with amusement and post-orgasmic bliss as her own transformed body shuddered with aftershocks of pleasure. "Mmmm...that was...fun. Rufus, why don't you take our little pet there and clean her off, after you've shown our guest out. "After all, we need to prepare our little pet for the party tonight. She's going to be providing *lots* of entertainment for my friends." Sophie's eyes widened and she let out a squeaking wail. One Month Later Sophie waddled across the floor of the room she shared with her sister, and slowly impaled her face-pussy on one of the many dildoes attached to various locations throughout the room. She squeaked in pleasure as she slid herself back and forth on it, feeling the large rubbery phallus stretching her mouth-pussy as she worked to alleviate the increasing ache that always came if she went more than an hour or two without cumming. Much had happened since she'd become her sister's pet, though that first day had been the worst. After her little fuck session, Rufus had taken her and cleaned her off, and then the next several hours had been spent getting her ready for Eliza's party - it was clear her sister had planned for this day for some time. When the appointed moment came, Sophie nearly went mad from the humiliation and disgust she felt as she entered the room full of people, hearing their giggles and oohs and ahhs. She waddled along behind Eliza, desperately trying to keep up on her little feet (at that point she hadn't yet learned to hop, which was how she got around now). Earlier in the day, her nipples had been painfully pierced with large golden rings, then magically healed so she'd be clean and useable for tonight. The rings were presently attached to a chain, which itself was attached to the golden leash wrapped around Eliza's "waist". Sophie had to waddle quickly to keep from having her nipples tugged on painfully. After a few moments for Eliza to bask in her guests gawking, she'd turned over Sophie to Rufus, and had wandered off to socialize. Rufus, in turn, had lifted Sophie up onto a high table so that everyone could come and take a look at her...and, she found out shortly, play with her as well. Eliza's friends were fascinated by the little transformed woman, even as she cowered pathetically in front of them. They all agreed that Eliza's purchase from Mammon was a quite entertaining and clever one...and of course the fact that she had done this to her little sister made it all so deliciously naughty. Eliza and her little sister-pet would be the talk of her social circle for some time. Shortly, after everyone had settled in and begun to drink and smoke and take whatever entertaining drugs were being passed around this evening, Sophie found herself lifted off of the table, and the real horror began as she was passed around like a party favor. People used her face-cunt, and her tongue-cock, and even her little abused asshole over and over and over throughout the night. And though she came repeatedly, squeaking and squealing, without Eliza there to send her into blissful excitement from her owner's voice, she was shockingly aware of her humiliation at having been turned into nothing more than a bizarre little sex-pet. She desperately wished her sister would come and talk to her, just to dull the ache of knowing what she now was. The worst part of it all was that in addition to her normal social circles, Eliza had invited a number of guests simply because they were people who had known Sophie in her former life. Sophie cried pathetically with shame and embarrassment as she was passed around that group with glee. There was Gavin, her boyfriend before Andre who she had refused to do anything more than give handjobs to, claiming she was saving herself for marriage. She found herself with his cock filling her face-pussy and cumming inside her while he teased her about who exactly she was saving herself for now. There was Alissa, the girl she'd stolen Andre away from. Her squeals as she enjoyed Sophie's tongue-cock filling her blond-furred pussy, Sophie tasting the flavor of the fifth new cunt she'd been inside that night, were loud and boisterous. She finished by telling the sobbing Sophie that she was seeing Andre the next day, and that they'd been fucking on the side for months. There were Cindi and Lindi, the redheaded twins that Sophie had gotten suspended at school for cheating. Cindi preferred girls, and Lindi preferred boys, and they were ultra-competitive, so they decided to have people time how long it took them to make little Sophie cum with their mouths - Cindi slurping and kissing Sophie's mouth-cunt till she came, squealing, Lindi sucking on her tongue-cock while Sophie's eyes rolled back with pleasure, much to the amusement of everyone around them. And more...so many more. Miss Lighton and Mr. Besson, the teachers Sophie had exposed in an affair (Miss Lighton's ass was the first that Sophie had her tongue-cock plunged into, while Mr. Besson fucked her own); Andi, the boy/girl hermaphrodite transformee that Sophie had tormented for being "an abomination"; Ula, Sophie's hated gym instructor, with her penis nipples atop enormous breasts (the tall blond woman suckled Sophie on them, and then enjoyed her tongue-cock while Sophie was mounted in her ass by Ula's own pet, a small black dog named Burt). And then of course, all of Eliza's friends, many human, many transformed, and all just delighted to partake of Eliza's new little toy. By the end of the night, Sophie had lost count if the number of cocks, pussies, asses and...other that she'd been inside or had inside her. She waddled along the floor, bloated and drunk on cum as it dribbled out of her mouth-pussy and ass, leaving a trail wherever she went. When Eliza finally picked her up and spoke to her softly, Sophie had sobbed and squeaked pitifully at the relief afforded to her by the mind-numbing euphoria brought on by her sister/owner's voice. She'd fallen asleep between Eliza's legs, her tongue-cock extended and laying in her mistresses cunt after one final fuck session. After than first night, everything else in Sophie's new life seemed calm in comparison. Eliza had grown increasingly affectionate towards her after that party. It was as though her sister had taken all of her anger out in that one evening of humiliation, and after that was simply enjoying her new pet and toy. Rufus was her new best friend - not only because he kept her clean, but he also kept her fed. Sophie subsisted entirely on cum, and when she couldn't get enough from Eliza, it was Rufus' massive cock, with its magically endless supply of cum that sated her desperate little belly. She squealed and kicked with pleasure whenever he'd lower her onto his massive member as she milked him gleefully for her feedings. Rufus also took her out for daily walkies. Initially she'd dreaded them, burning with shame and horror at the stares and giggles as she hopped along behind him, his leash attached to her nipples. The worst had been a couple days in - her new body would get aroused quite easily, and she found quickly that even though intellectually she only wanted boys, her little body had its own ideas, and was completely non-discriminating on gender. One day while Rufus bought a coffee, she'd found herself staring up at a gorgeous blond woman with enormous breasts and in a tight skirt who patted Sophie on the head with a giggle. The woman had bent over and Sophie had found herself staring up her skirt to see her shaved, bare pussy with no panties. The woman had turned around and let out a squeal when she saw a pathetic little blushing Sophie, her tongue-cock fully extended through her pussy mouth in her arousal at the woman's cunt. (Rufus had of course taken advantage of that to have coffee with the woman, though she was obviously distracted since she sat on the bench with Sophie's tongue-cock buried into her wet pussy while she talked to him.) For the first week or two, Sophie had been continually disgusted and humiliated with her new body and life. But gradually, she'd begun to accept her new life as her sister's sex toy...and then to go beyond acceptance. She thought the change in her view of her life had probably come along with the final transformation to her tiny body. It had been so small, and yet somehow marked the final transition from girl to pet. She'd woken up one morning about a week after her change to find something tickling her nose. She'd started sneezing uncontrollably, desperately rubbing her face and pussy-mouth against the sheets. It was only when she'd come up from scratching herself that she'd squeaked in horror - the sheets had been covered with her pretty black hair. She'd hopped off and hopped over to one of the many mirrors adorning Eliza's bedroom and found that all of her hair had fallen out, leaving her completely bald and smooth. And her face-pussy was covered with downy, soft hair, just like when she'd first grown it as a human teen during puberty. Over the next few days (and much to Eliza's amusement), the pubic hair had grown in around her mouth-pussy...and kept going. It grew up and back over her head and over her body, until she was almost entirely covered in the soft, black curls - only from her little ringed nipples and down her "belly" between her feet was she still bare and smooth. Truly, she thought as she looked at her little furry body in the mirror, she was a pet. And from there on, much to her surprise, she'd grown much happier in her new life. It was as though this final change caused something to click inside her head saying "I am Eliza's pet, and my sole purpose in life is to be her sex toy." And from then on, quite a toy she was. Sophie was brought out often for entertainment as Eliza's friends and business guests came over. They were all given full usage of Sophie's little body. Which made for quite frequent return visits from both friends and work guests alike as Sophie pleasured each of them in whatever ways they liked. And she was still quite popular at Eliza's parties, though they were now much more enjoyable than that first horribly humiliating experience. Now Sophie roamed the room cheerfully squeaking at the guests (many of whom were Transformed, like she now was), and they would reach down and pat her, or grab her and shove a cock into her, or stroke her and shove her tongue-cock into one of their own pussies, while she squeaked happily, so very pleased to have the attention. Even walkies with Rufus were fun now. She loved the attention she garnered hopping down the street, and Rufus greatly enjoyed using her as a conversation-starter to pick up assorted random women (and occasional Transformed) who were fascinated with the little Sophie-creature. Sophie was pretty sure Eliza didn't know about Rufus' usage of Sophie to have mid-day flings periodically, but Rufus took good care of her, so Sophie certainly wasn't going to rat him out (even if she *had* been able to talk). (Besides, Sophie loved seeing how between her and Rufus, they could reduce even the most reluctant of his conquests to quivering masses of post-orgasmic bliss after only a few hours. Most of them begged for a return engagement, but Rufus seemed to be a one-afternoon-stand kind of guy.) But the truth was, as much fun as all of that was, and as much as she enjoyed being bloated and happy from cum filling her little body after one of those parties, it was really the main aspect of her new life that was what made her truly happy. The door behind her opened, and she slipped her pussy off of the dildo wetly, turning in excitement. "Where's my little pet? Where's my little Sophie?" Rapture washed over Sophie and and she turned with a squeal and hopped towards her sister. Eliza grinned back at her, affection bright in her eyes as Sophie cuddled up against her slender ankles, rubbing her soft fur and wet pussy against her sister. Sophie then backed up and bounced around her sister's feet, squeaking excitedly, eyes wide. "Oh yes, you're such a good girl, aren't you? That's good...your sister has had a hard day at work...and now has a hard cock she needs some help with." Eliza let out a giggle as she settled to the floor, her huge cock hardening rapidly as she watched the creature that had once been her hated little sister and now was her beloved little pet bounce around excitedly. As Sophie's mouth cunt settled onto Eliza's cock, Eliza sighed in pleasure as her squeaking sister-pet rapidly worked her pussy up and down the shaft, bringing Eliza towards a relieving orgasm. She brought a foot up to gently stroke the soft pubic fur of Sophie's back. This was Sophie's favorite part of every day - playtime with Eliza, where she would pleasure her sister however she liked, and get fed her wonderful cum. Eliza moaned at Sophie's increasingly expert ministrations. "Gooood Sophie. Good little sister. Eliza loves her little pet." Sophie gurgled and cooed in happiness. She loved her big sister, too. And was so very happy to have a family once again.