Kat's Candy

It was inevitable once she was in the cage. Deny them sleep and food, alternate between extreme heat and extreme cold, and blare deafening music at all times for a few days, and they'll be eating out of your hand in no time. And then it was just a matter of getting her to eat the candy. The spell did the rest.

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Kat’s world had shrunk to the size of the dingy basement she was trapped in. Her life before the abduction seemed like a distant dream, replaced by the harsh reality of her captivity. The cage she was kept in was small and uncomfortable, barely allowing her to stretch out. Her captor, a man whose face she had come to dread, kept offering her a shimmering pink candy, a temptation she resisted for as long as she could. But eventually, hunger and fatigue wore her down, and she accepted the candy, hoping for some small comfort.

The moment she swallowed the candy, a sickening heat bloomed between her thighs, spreading through her body. She felt an uncomfortable, relentless wetness soaking the bottom of her cage. Her breasts swelled, her nipples lengthening and stiffening, becoming hellishly sensitive. Her skin grew flawless, almost plastic-like, and her hair transformed into bright, garish colors, coiling into pigtails that she couldn’t remove no matter how hard she tried.

The changes to her body were horrifying, but the worst part was the ravenous need between her thighs. She tried everything to relieve the aching desire, but no matter what she did, it was impossible. Her efforts were futile, and her captor recorded every desperate attempt, adding to her humiliation. For a week, she was left to stew in her frustration, the need growing more unbearable by the day.

When her captor finally entered the basement, she was a quivering mess of desperation. He approached her cage, opening it just enough to reach inside. His fingers found their way to her aching core, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she experienced sweet release. The orgasm rocked through her body, leaving her breathless and momentarily sated.

But then he told her that it would be the last orgasm she ever had if she didn’t do exactly as he said. The need was already returning, a gnawing, insistent ache that she couldn’t ignore. Desperation drove her to agree to his demands. She had no other choice. The hunger between her thighs was unbearable, and she couldn’t imagine living with it unfulfilled.

He handed her a uniform, and she looked at it with a mixture of horror and resignation. It was humiliating—designed to degrade and objectify her further. The tight, skimpy outfit clung to her newly transformed body, emphasizing every curve and making her look even more like a living doll. Her captor watched with a satisfied smile as she dressed, knowing he had broken her will.

Kat worked for him now. She performed every task he assigned, each one more degrading than the last. She cooked, cleaned, and served him, all while wearing the humiliating uniform. And when he desired, he used her, exploiting the changes the candy had wrought on her body. Her nipples, so sensitive and permanently stiff, became his favorite playthings, bringing her to the edge of orgasm with the slightest touch.

But he never let her find release again. He would bring her close, making her writhe and beg, but always stopping short of allowing her satisfaction. The need between her thighs remained a constant torment, a reminder of her captivity and her helplessness.

Every day was a struggle to maintain her sanity. The basement became her world, and her captor its cruel master. She lived for those rare moments when he allowed her a taste of pleasure, even if it was fleeting and incomplete. Her life was a twisted nightmare, each day blending into the next, filled with humiliation, need, and the ever-present, impossible desire for relief. Her transformed nipples now resembled the candy that had transformed her, and she tempted anyone she could into having a taste.