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Since the day she was born, I have always been proud of Abigail. I was proud when she won First Prize in the state spelling bee in 2nd grade. I was proud in 6th grade when she won a national creative writing contest for her poetry, in 9th grade when she became principal cellist of her youth symphony, and in 12th grade when she became President of the National Honor Society. I was especially proud this year when her classmates voted her Most Caring, Most Likely to Make a Difference in the World, and Most Likely To Succeed.
So it was not an entirely unfamiliar feeling of pride to discover that Abigail would finally have a date with the man of her dreams. What was unfamiliar was that she had ‘earned’ this date by degrading herself in every way imaginable. She was smoking, drinking and getting high on a near daily basis such that she seemed barely tethered to reality most of the time. She was unfaithful to her devoted boyfriend and callous towards her loyal friend. Although her sexual experience was still limited, she was becoming increasingly promiscuous. And she had abandoned her most cherished ideals of freedom and equality for all in order to ingratiate herself to an ignorant, overprivileged preppie.
Yes, I was still proud of my Abigail. But my pride was no longer reserved for how she was growing into an extraordinarily intelligent and refined human being. It was for how she was debasing herself into a wanton, debaucherous, idiotic, junkie whore.
Entry 13 (Part 1 of 2)
November 13, 2023
Dear Diary,
Today’s the day! Today’s the day!! I was jumping up and down in my Dora jammies, my boobies jiggling like crazy. Soon the feeling of excitement turned to panic as I realized I had no idea what to wear! There was only one person I trusted- my girlfriend/BFF Candy. I texted her crazily.
Me: Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!
Candy: omg what
Me: I finished my assignment from Frank! He wants me to come over at 7. We’re going to have our first kiss!! 😘😘😘
Candy: we need to go to the mall asap
An hour later Candy was knocking at my door. I was stressed out of mind, relieved only by my early morning drinking and chain smoking.
Mommy answered the door.
“So you must be Candace,” she said, disapprovingly.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs Hochbyrd,” my girlfriend said formally.
“Are you the young lady who has been encouraging my Abigail to engage in smoking, drinking, and other forms of substance abuse?” she probed.
“Uh, yeah I guess..” Candace replied awkwardly.
“And are you also the young lady who has been encouraging my brilliant daughter to neglect her studies and cavort around in scantily clad impressions of an outfit that would turn a seasoned harlot red in the cheeks?” she demanded.
“I mean she needs to act like a dumb ho to land this dude, bro,” Candace shrugged.
“I see. Well just so you know, you are a failure,” Mommy responded, lighting in.
“Bruh?” Candace grimaced.
“Your best efforts notwithstanding, Abigail continues to excel in school and remains college bound. She has only been sexually intimate with two men and yourself, all within the context of a committed relationship. And her substance abuse is unimpressive. She smokes and drinks and has the occasional joint. So what? No one would call her a ‘Bad Girl'” I was confused by Mommy’s argument. Was she saying that Candace hadn’t corrupted me enough?
“Why you flaming me?” Candace shot back.
“Listen to me, you two-bit strumpet. Stay away from Jimmy. He wants a refined, intelligent lady- not imbecilic gutter trash,” Mommy said, trying to look threatening.
“Aww- shit dude. I see what’s up. You just jel cause I been hookin’ up with your crush.” It was clear Candace was not intimidated.
“That is preposterous. I would never be ‘jel’ of a tawdry ignoramus such as yourself,” Mommy mocked.
“Relax bitch. Jimmy’s just a fun hookup if I’m bored. My heart belongs to my Daddy… And of course my hot as fuck girlfriend.” Candace looked back at me and winked. I put my head down and blushed.
“So you don’t fancy yourself in a committed relationship with Jimmy?” Mommy asked genuinely. Why would she care about that?
“Hell no!! It’s Daddy and your skank ass daughter. Everyone else is a random ass cock in my cunt. I could stop fucking him if it really tweeked you out,” Candace offered, graciously.
“You.. you would do that?” For the life of me, I could not tell why Mommy would care about this.
“Hell yeah. We’re feminists and shit right?” The ‘Abigail’ part of my brain searched for but failed to find a feminist principle.
“Uh, yeah. I mean feminism is a little more complex in that it.. I mean, yes. That would be a kindness,” Mommy replied, appreciatively.
“Of course. You’re my favorite cuntlick’s mom. I want us to be good.” Awwww. Was I really her favorite cuntlick?
“Thank you, Candace. That means a lot to me. And I really appreciate you being a loyal friend to my little Abigail.” Yayyyy!!! Mommy and Candace were making friends!!
“It’s all good. She’s dumb as shit, but she’s the hottest chick I ever boned,” Wait, what? bursa escort I thought I was the smart one in this relationship.
“Uh, yeah. She is very beautiful, but clearly not too bright.” My eyes welled up with tears. My mom had always put everything into my education. She said that with my fierce intelligence and work ethic, there wasn’t anything I could not accomplish. Now she said that I was “clearly not too bright”??!!
“Yeah, She’s a dumb ho,” Candace smirked. She and Mommy shared a laugh together. Did they both really have such little respect for me? Were they right? I wept silently, hoping they wouldn’t notice.
“Agreed. Um, Candace. Does Jimmy ever talk about me?” Mommy asked.
“All the time. He says you’re the sexiest Milf ass cunt he’s ever seen,” she replied.
“Really? Did he really say that?” Mommy gushed, hopefully. I couldn’t believe my University professor mother would be swayed by such crudity!
“Swear to God!” Candace promised, crossing her heart.
At this point, my mom embraced Candace.
“Thank you sweetheart. You have no idea what that means to me.”
“No worries. I’d smash you too.. as long as my girlfriend’s down,” said Candace, licking her lips. Was my girlfriend flirting with my mom??!!
My mom and I both blushed furiously.
“I.. I… uh.. That’s very flattering, young lady. Now you kids have fun at the mall. And you are welcome here any time,” Mommy said, holding eye contact. I noticed her breathing become heavier. Was my mom flirting with my girlfriend??
I was starting to get jealous. I dried my eyes and stood between the two of them. I was dressed in a super slutty red halter top and jean shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks.
“I’m ready to go, Candy,” I cooed, holding her hand.
“Byebye Mrs Hochbyrd,” Candace waved flirtatiously.
“Have fun girls,” my mom waved, blowing us a kiss.
At the mall, we were developing a routine. The first stop was to Becky’s salon for my hair. Seeing me In my slutty outfit she asked, “What happened to the nerd?”
I fidgeted awkwardly, thinking about how much I changed.
“I killed her,” Candace gloated, beaming from ear to ear.
“It’s no loss. This chick’s much hotter,” Becky smirked. I smiled at her shyly. It was nice to get some attention after seeing my girlfriend shamelessly flirting with my mom!
“Hey- that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,” Candace responded possessively.
“Well you better treat her right. You never know if some older dyke might make a pass at her,” Becky replied.
At this, Candace put her arm around me protectively.
“What’ll it be today sweetheart?” Becky asked me kindly.
“She’s going all blonde today,” Candace answered for me.
“Wait, Candace I never said..” I protested. Was I really ready to give up my beautiful brunette hair that I had my whole life for a disgusting troll of a man older than my dad?
“Abby, I thought this was the perfect romantic date you’ve been dreaming of your whole life. And you know that Frank’s dream girl is a blonde. What if he rejects you after your date? Do you really want to take that risk?” Candace asked, concerned.
My mind was a chaotic mess. I had already given up so much of my intelligence and morality for this man. Losing my hair felt like losing one of the last parts of Abigail.
But on the other hand, being rejected by Frank was a fate worse than death. He was my world- my soulmate, my reason for being. I couldn’t take any risks.
“Okay,” I said meekly. I needed a cigarette so badly.
Reading my mind, Candace handed me one while Becky started gently massaging my scalp while applying some ultra slutty makeup to my face.
I couldn’t help but worry. I thought about my declining grades. Would I still be able to get into an Ivy League school? I thought about William who had been the most perfect boyfriend a girl could ever hope for. He had been unerringly faithful to me, yet I cheated on him repeatedly. I thought about Ashley, my best friend and quasi sister who had always been there for me unconditionally. I had cruelly betrayed her for no rational reason at all.
As my anxiety reached a crescendo, Becky started applying the dye. I closed my eyes. I could feel each individual worry being replaced with gratitude and possibility. Now when I thought about school, I let go of my rigidity about an Ivy. All my classes were sooo boring and all the homework was just time away from my friends. And didn’t Mommy say that I wasn’t too bright? Maybe I didn’t need a lot of brains to have a happy life.
When I thought about William, I thought about what a dork he was. He was stuck like 400 years in the past. And he was sooo clingy with all the retarded sonnets he would write me. My new boyfriend Trevor would just the fuck the shit out of me and then hang with his buddies. That was WAYYY more hot.
And Ashley was such a stuck up bitch. She pretended to be my friend while flirting with my boyfriend right in front of me. Sure I never told her about me and Trevor, but if she’s as close to me as she says, she should know. Maybe bursa eskort I should suck her boyfriend’s cock again just to stick it to her. I smiled wickedly, relishing the thought.
Besides, who needed her when I had Candace- my super popular girlfriend. I loved that my best friend was also my lover. We were way closer than I ever was with that bitch Ashley. We were practically twins! I used to think that I was the smart one in our relationship, but now I wasn’t so sure. Thinking too much was super stressful and kinda boring.
Eventually, my mind inevitably drifted to Frank- my Prince. As a little girl, I never would have imagined that my soulmate would be a 5’1 obese man who lived in a literal garbage house. But the heart wants what it wants. Our first real date was tonight. I could barely contain myself. What could he have planned? Would he treat me like a princess? Would he sweep me off my feet? I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten as my heart swooned!
Just then, I heard Becky exclaim, “All done!” I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t realize that hours had passed. I stared at the mirror in disbelief. The woman staring back at me was a literal goddess. Instead of a sweet little nerd, I looked like a glamorous supermodel.
“Fuck,” Candace muttered, her mouth agape.
I noticed myself inadvertently drooling. I was sooo fucking hot. Was it possible to be attracted to oneself?
I just sat there staring and drooling like a moron. It was like the dye was evaporating what little intelligence I still had. Eventually Becky interrupted my stupor. “Whatcha think?” She asked.
“O-M-G!! I can’t believe this is me!! I LOVE being a blonde sooo much!! I never want to go back,” I squealed.
“Let’s do her nails.” Candace gushed.
“What do you think he’d like?” I asked her. That was the only opinion that meant anything to me.
“Well… his biggest turn on is airheads. So let’s do long pink fingernails and toenails with lots of sparkles and cute designs.”
“O-M-G! Am I an airhead now? I used to be so smart.” I felt momentarily confused.
“Don’t worry about that now. Just let Beck work her magic,” Candace reassured me.
Becky gave me the most incredible foot massage, before putting glitter all over my new pink nails. As she worked on me I noticed for the first time how attractive she was, with her spiky purple hair and piercings. She was the reason I was as hot as I was.
When she was done, I stood up in a haze. “I don’t know how to thank you Becky,” I said foggily.
“I can think of a few things- when you’re girlfriend ain’t watchin'” she replied with a twinkle, lewdly slapping my barely concealed ass. I leaned in to her touch, giggled, and shook my booty.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Candace, putting her arm around me possesively, as I continued to giggle. I would never cheat on Candace with another girl, but Becky felt so much more masculine than my super femme girlfriend. I wondered what it would be like to be with a real butch dyke. Besides, it would serve Candace right for flirting with my mom!
“Where are you taking me now?” I asked, rubbing myself suggestively into Candace.
“Lex,” she replied coldly.
“Aw come on, Candy. You know you’re the only girl for me,” I said, blowing in her ear and sticking my tits in her face.
“Prove it,” she replied, unimpressed.
“I.. I don’t understand,” I stammered.
“I want you to be my Abby cat again. I want you to transform into a sexy little kitten,” she declared.
“Wait! Do you mean in public? You want me to act like a cat in public? That would be sooo embarrassing,” I was mortified!
“You didn’t care about shamelessly flirting with Becky in public. Why would you care about being your own girlfriend’s pet?” Candace sulked.
“Because it’s humiliating!” I screamed defiantly. I could feel Abigail boldly reasserting herself.
“That’s fine- have it your way. Good luck getting ready for your date by yourself,” Candace huffed, unlatching herself from me and walking away.
I panicked. Candace was everything to me- my best friend, my girlfriend, my closest confidante. And in fairness, I did flirt with Becky in front of her. Also, truth be told, I was becoming kind of a ditz. I needed her to help me navigate life.
“Wait, Candy,” I cried, running after her. Remembering her instruction, I dropped to all fours and crawled after her as fast as I could. When I finally found her I flung my arms around her legs and started licking her frantically.
“There, there little Abby Cat,” she said, petting my blonde fur affectionately. “I knew you were a good little Kitty”
This made me smile and mewl.
“Here’s a little treat for my favorite little kitten,” she said reaching into her purse. She pulled out a bag with white powder in it.
“Meow?”
My heightened feline nose smelled something right away. I sat up on my knees with my paws out and started sniffing around.
“I got you catnip for when you’re really good,”
Of course I was wildly attracted to this. Kitty cats loved cat nip, and I was no exception. I continued sniffing all over, stopping only occasionally to bathe myself with my tongue. Finally, she poured the catnip onto her hand. I eagerly sniffed it all up.
“Good kitty,” she said encouragingly as she pet me.
“This should keep you happy while we’re at Lex’s,” she said with a wicked grin.
“And you won’t be needing these anymore,” she said, removing my shoes so I was barefoot (paw).
I got back on all fours and crawled alongside her, occasionally rubbing myself between her legs. I loved the feeling of my front and back paws on the cold, dirty mall floor. If things got too dirty, I just stopped to lick myself clean.
When we finally got to Lex’s, I was feeling scared out of my mind. I hid between Candace’s legs while she talked to Lex at the front desk.
The talking just sounded like gibberish to me as I continued to hide. Maybe it was the catnip, but I was not pretending to be a cat girl- I actually was a cat girl! I sniffed Candace’s panties. I knew right away she was in heat. The thought made me purr. I licked Candace’s upper thighs and hungrily lapped at her soaking wet panties.
Eventually, Lex led us to his room. He was a huge, bearded burly man with tattoos all over his body. But his demeanor was always kind and gentle.
“I thought this was for Abigail,” he said, looking confused.
“It is,” she replied flirtatiously. “Come on out, little Abby Cat.”
“Meow!” I said firmly, staying put. I was feeling shy, not to mention nervous about what Candace would ask for. Besides, I wasn’t a stupid dog. Cats were proud and independent.
“That’s too bad. If kitty wants a treat, she needs to come out,” she said, removing something from her purse and placing it on the client’s reclining chair.
I recognized the smell of catnip immediately. Sniffing furiously, I reluctantly emerged from the safety of Candace’s legs and crawled to the reclining chair where clients usually lay down. Leading from my hind paws, I leapt up onto the chair and voraciously sniffed up my reward. When I was done, I sprawled out on the chair and began grooming myself all over.
This whole time, Lex stood in a state of paralyzed shock, his eyes wide and his mouth involuntarily agape.
“She’s very shy at first but really friendly once you get to know her,” Candace reassured him.
Ignoring the human conversation, I continued grooming. Fortunately, I was flexible enough to put my hind paws in my mouth and lick each individual toe/paw. When I was done, I lay on my tummy and sensuously rubbed myself against the chair.
“It’s ok. Let her smell you until she’s comfortable,”
Candace encouraged.
Awkwardly, Lex approached me and held out his hand. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. He smelled like lotion and chemicals and sweat and manliness. I knew right away this was someone I could trust. I leaned my face into his hand and he responded by petting me tenderly. All the while, I continued rubbing my body against the chair.
As he lovingly caressed my nose, cheeks, and hair, Candace removed my human clothing. It felt so free to be naked with my feline body. Soon Lex began petting me all over with his big manly hands. I purred and meowed as he caressed my face, shoulders, back, ass, and legs. I continued grinding my body into the chair and bathing myself with my tongue while he pet me. I loved the contrast between his strong, manly hands and the gentle way he touched me.
I could tell that my girlfriend was getting jealous again. She joined Lex in petting me all over, albeit in a more overtly sexual manner. I got up on all fours, allowing her access to more of me. Her touch was more sensuous, feminine, and familiar. My body began reacting instinctively. My nipples hardened and my pussy moistened. Noticing this change, Candance lingered on my breasts, my ass, and my pussy. This emboldened Lex to grow more daring in his fondling, until his big gentle hands found the entrance to my pussy.
At this point, my body started to lose it. I grinded my body into Lex’s fat fingers while Candace pet me all over. I took a break from bathing myself to lick Candace’s face. I licked her from her chin to her forehead, enjoying her nose, eyes and ears. Eventually she stuck out her tongue and I licked that too. Lex increased the pace of his finger fucking until I was about to explode.
“MEOOOOOWWWWW!!!” I cried as the first waves of pleasure hit. Lex continued finger fucking me relentlessly.
“MEEEEOOOWWWW!!!” I screamed. I continued licking Candace’s face and tongue ecstatically as I came, suffocating her face with my drool and saliva.
It took several minutes for my breathing to relax and my heart rate to slow. Over time I drifted from consciousness completely. What started as a light cat nap evolved into a deep slumber.
I dreamt I was sniffing around in a dank basement. I hear a squeaky sound and the pitter patter of little feet. My feline instincts kick into overdrive. At first, I frantically chase the rodent all around the room. He is too fast for me. Tired but not defeated, I calculate a different approach. With my acute sense of hearing, I sense exactly where the critter is hiding. I crouch silently in intense anticipation, holding my body completely still. The moment I hear a squeak, I pounce savagely at lightning speed, trapping my helpless prey in my paws.
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