Peter crossed the room fast for some of that size; Ethan barely got off the bed before Peter’s fist connected to him, catching him right in the stomach.
PUNCH!!!!!!
The second hit arrived a split second later, a brutal knee straight into Ethan’s balls that dropped him hard; pain exploded behind his eyes, his legs giving out. And hit the floor with a broken sound, curling in on himself as the agony pulsed outward in sick waves.
Margaret screamed frantically, "STOP! - PETER, STOP-!" She grabbed at his arm, nails digging in, attempting to haul him back to her, but Peter shoved her aside like a doll.
She hit the edge of the bed and stayed there, crying, one hand pressed to her mouth.
He then stood over Ethan briefly; his fists got to work. Heavy boots, fists. Too drunk to aim cleanly, but strong enough that accuracy didn’t matter when you had a whole body sprawled on the ground to hit at.
One blow to the ribs
CRACK
The next to the lip, splitting it clean open. Fresh red flowed like a river down to his neck, and though he tried to roll away, a strong kick to his side left him coughing and trembling.
That’s when something in him snapped; in the midst of the blows and kicks, he felt a cold...ugly focus settling in...
[System SOS activated] popping up in his bloody, blurred vision
When Peter leaned down to grab him again, Ethan twisted, caught the front of the bigger man’s shirt, and yanked with all the power he could muster, bringing him down next to him in a messy tangle of limbs.
He felt the power flowing through his veins in rapid, frantic pulses as he shoved Peter’s face onto the mattress, pinning one of his thick arms, and forcing his cock into him in one raw, angry thrust.
Peter roared in fury and pain and promptly thrashed hard enough to nearly throw him off. But Ethan held on and held on well at that. He fucked into him brutally, every stroke fueled by a mix of fury and fear radiating from his own groin.
Thrust. Thrust...thrust...thrust...
Margaret watched it all unfold in front of her; even the system’s brainwashing wasn’t enough to pull her from a state of absolute shock at the scene. "It didn’t make sense. What...the...actual...fuck," she muttered as she sobbed quietly in the corner.
Ethan finished inside the big man, his hips jerking as he pumped everything he had left inside him. The release left them both shaking as he remained half-draped over Peter’s back, blood dripping from his split lip onto his back.
[system recommendation: use catification potion]
[confirming...]
[use on target?]
Ethan didn’t even hesitate, pulling the small vial from inventory with one trembling hand and forcing Peter’s head up by the little hair he had, pouring the entire content down his throat.
Peter choked, coughed, and tried to spit it out... "Chto ty zastavil menya vypit?!" the drunk man muttered furiously as his body convulsed hard enough to throw Ethan off.
His thick muscle melting away like wax under heat, the bones underneath shortening with a wet, cracking sound. The broad shoulders narrowed in an instant, while the heavy gut in front of him shrank like a popped balloon.
His masculine features softened into delicate feminine features, while his ears grew to that of a feline’s. It all happened in under a minute.
Where the large, furious drunkard had been, now a small catgirl in a maid’s dress lay on the ruined sheets. When their eyes met with Ethan’s, he only saw that same dazed, fucked-out expression the potion always left behind. The cum is still leaking from between "her" thighs. The torn remains of Peter’s clothes were scattered around like discarded skin.
Margaret stood with shaky legs, the tears still wet on her face. While the catgirl blinked up at Ethan with wide, confused eyes, then a small, involuntary meow escaped her throat.
Ethan sat back on his heels and brought the sheet’s edge to his lips, wiping away any blood in ragged breaths. His balls ached with every heartbeat, and ribs throbbed where the blow landed, probably cracking a few of them.
He looked over at what he just made: now a small, soft, leaking, and completely transformed cute little catgirl. He felt nothing but a flat, exhausted satisfaction at the sight.
Margaret finally found her voice to speak, "What...what did you just do to him? Is this Peter?"
"Or what’s left of him. Made him more...manageable. You could say," he replied.
Margaret kept staring, equal parts horror and something else she didn’t seem ready to name.
The catgirl meowed again, softer this time, and looked between the two of them, almost zero thoughts up in that brain of hers.
The system interface updated without waiting for the interface:
[Host conquest 4.5 complete.]
[Margaret Hale inducted into harem, unnamed catgirl inducted into harem]
[Seed bonus active.]
– Constitution +2
– Stamina +1
– Recovery rate slightly increased
[New potions unlocked:]
Heat Inducer – Forces the target into an immediate, intense state of heat lasting several hours. Extremely effective on already inducted members.
Memory Softener—Gently blurs recent traumatic or conflicting memories, making the target more pliable and less likely to question sudden changes.
He read them with tired eyes, then nodded to himself, closing the interface with a blink of an eye. He barely had the time to take it in before Margaret started moving.
She climbed onto him without a word, still naked, still wet from earlier, and finally settled her weight across his hips. The matress dipped slightly, and he wondered if she had gotten heavier...or if he had gotten lighter.
She braced her hands on his chest and began grinding slowly at first, then picked up the pace with more purpose. Her slick pussy hadn’t dried up despite the havoc, dragging it along the length of his half-erect cock.
She pecked a grateful kiss on his cheek. "You’re not leaving now...stay the night." To which Ethan let out a short, tired breath. "Wasn’t planning on it, fucking hell."
Her hips continued moving, the wet sound cutting through the silence. "He’s...SHE’S just going to stay like that...?" she asked, glancing once at the catgirl.
"I don’t know; at least it’s not on top of me punching my brains out."
Her hips paused their motion. "Let me fuck your brains out, then," she teased despite it all, and Ethan chuckled. While the catgirl crawled closer on unsteady limbs, and after a long, confused moment, she settled near his feet, her soft body pressing against his ankles.
She began weakly grinding as well, hips moving on instinct, soft moans escaping from her pouty, small pink lips where Peter’s flat cracked lips had been.
Ethan glanced past Margaret’s ass, holding it with one hand to stare at the catgirl in heat. "Oh, so that’s what you do," he said. "Interesting, not sure what I was expecting."
"This makes no fucking sense," she whispered against his lips, her hips continuing their rolls. "Fact." Ethan’s hand rested loosely on her thigh. "Doesn’t seem to be stopping you. You’re obsessed, Mommy." And he meant it, as a matter of fact, rather.