Kittyfication part 9
Added 2024-11-01 17:44:37 +0000 UTCIn a daze, she clicked through a few tabs. Each click was like peeling back another layer of Derek’s hidden life. Photos, videos, live feeds of women who looked straight out of some exaggerated fantasy—their skin plastic-smooth, their lips puffed up like someone had shoved bike pumps into them, and breasts so large they practically defied gravity. Fake nails, fake eyelashes, fake everything. And then, she saw it. The chat. Lines of text that burned themselves into her mind.
“Can’t get this at home. Stuck with the f*** cat lady.”
Her hand clenched around the mouse as she read his words again, the screen blurring as she blinked against the tears welling up. The audacity—no, the nerve of him, to complain about her, to donate money to these surgically enhanced Barbie dolls while mocking her? And there was more.
“You’re what I wish I had. My girl? She’s just… plain. Like a pet hoarder, honestly. Fuck! I want the wild feline, fuc*** horny CATWOMAN, not the crazy CAT LADY”
Plain. Pet hoarder. Crazy cat lady! She felt something cold and hard settle in her stomach, an anger that pushed aside the sadness for a moment. Her hands shook, but she kept clicking, kept reading, as if some sick curiosity had taken over. She saw the woman he’d donated to—a red-haired, busty thing with fucken lips looked so cartoonish and unnatural that even rubber sex dolls seemed like a model of authenticity by comparison. And there Derek was, fawning over her in the chat, practically drooling through the screen.
