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{Welcome to the fourth and final part of Kittyslut Factory! As always, beware of the wild kinks; they're free-range and liable to sneak up and pounce you if you're not careful!!~ ;3}

KITTYSLUT FACTORY

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Part Four

Mera and Daddy led the way into the heart of the factory, with Tymu scurrying along behind. Every once in a while they would round a corner and a new expanse would unfold, slowing his steps as he gasped in wonderment. They passed gardens were kittens tended to the soil around snapdragons and lilies, looking pure and angelic despite (or perhaps because of) the manure smudging their lips and fur. Sometimes the adults led him through a door, and Tymu would practically spin 360° trying to see everything in the room before they had to move on!

In-between the sights, he was lost in thought. Mostly he guessed at what his father's "special present" might be... maybe he was going to get snuffed! No, too obvious. Maybe they'd double-penetrate his delicate ears and make him into a brain-dead fuckdoll? No, no, no... he couldn't think of anything. His mind went into an imaginative frenzy, fantasies combining and multiplying in their depravity until his whole naked, puke-stained body was shivering in great waves, which of course made him look so fuckable that the group had to stop and wait every once and a while when the passing workers stopped to grope him-- but after a burly wolf had grabbed the cub's chin, forced his mouth open, and hocked a thick loogie right on his tongue, Daddy finally grabbed Tymu's tail and dragged him away bodily.

"We're not going to get anywhere if you keep acting like a walking fuckpig," his father said, glancing darkly over his shoulder. "Honestly, you don't even deserve to be here. I should've held your face down in your Lucky Charms this morning."

Tymu's apologetic meows were lost among moanings as he was dragged across the hard floors, even down a flight of stairs, his little skull bouncing at each step. By the time that Daddy finally let go of him, he looked up to see elevator doors closing.

Mera hit the button for the deepest basement floor: -5.

"There's something I didn't mention," she said. "The three jobs-- Fuckmeat, Toilet, and Bimbo-- those are the only options if you're getting sold from the factory, but aside from the garden boys and waiters and such, there's one more thing that you're good for. A talent that we always look for during testing..."

The elevator whirred and stopped, and the doors slid open.

Mera smiled, a tooth hanging over her lip. "Breeding potential."

Tymu, too dazed to move much, was sent stumbling forward when Daddy's foot connected with his soft, fuzzy rump. Glass-topped cribs lined the walls and the ceiling, stretching as far as he could see. Inside were hundreds of baby catboys, squirming and mewling adorably. Tymu rushed up to the nearest one and looked closer, realizing its little body was lodged firmly on a pink, plastic cock that bulged its already fat tummy out even further. From the top of the crib hung a pacifier in the shape of a little wolf dick, knot and all. The baby started to cry, afraid of Tymu, and reached for the pacifier, pushing it clumsily into its mouth-- then it calmed down a little, purring now that it had that reassuring length crammed inside its tiny throat.

"This is the infirmary. The breeding chambers are down there," Mera said, pointing to a hallway. She leaned down to Tymu and whispered sensually: "So, honey, this is where you were born. All of you. We realized a while back that some of you got so fucked up and sissified that you actually started growing a uterus deep inside your trembling ass-pussies... probably had something to do with the chemicals we pumped into the Fuckmeat's brains, too, but who cares-- the fact is, some of you are worth more than just one short lifetime of fuckpuppetry. Unlike us adults, some of you can spawn cuter, dumber little rapedolls. Every generation is more cock-addicted than the last. And guess what? You're one of them. You're one of the mutants that make this whole town possible."

She dragged two fingers along his well-worn cunt. "You're a Breeder, darling."

Tymu kept staring through the glass, his breath making it as foggy as his mind. He struggled to understand.

"But... so..." he said timidly, "one of these... can come out of me?"

Daddy appeared behind him, running a big hand over his bloated tummy and squeezing hard enough to hurt. "I can feel it inside you already. Remember when I came inside you today, cunt? Of course you do. We cut the gestation period down from nine months to... as fast as we want, actually. All you have to do is swallow a fruity little drink and your water will break in seconds."

Tymu perked up at his father's affection. "A drink? Like-- Like a cocktail?"

"Mhmm," Daddy murred, a finger circling his son's belly button. "You want one right now? Wanna give birth for me, Tymu?"

"Um... Um!" he hesitated. "But, so... who is my mommy? Um, I mean-- who did I come out of?"

Mera laughed, tits jiggling. "Your 'mommy' is right over there." She pointed down the hallway to the breeding chambers. "Wanna meet her?"

"Really? Oh boy!" he squeaked, running off and leading the way for the first time.

The breeding chambers were dingy and dark, all tile floors and thick padded stools, with ropes and chains attached to the ceiling at regular intervals. Most of these had a pregnant, fat-bellied Breeder hanging from them; usually a bloated toddlercunt, their tiny holes gaped beyond recognition from so many forced birthings. The few workers he could see were all as big as Mera; their blood-soaked cockmeat hung almost to the floor, leaking precum non-stop.

Mera brought them to one of the oldest Breeders, who looked almost ten. Tymu ran up and almost bumped noses with him, leaning super close. "Hello? Mommy? I'm Tymu! My Daddy fucked you and then you had me, but I only found that out a minute ago-- this is my first time here!-- what's your name? Or do you just have a number? Can I touch your belly? It looks sooooo cute!"

Mommy blinked stupidly, drooling. "Cock? Cawwww...k... Cock! Cock!"

Tymu frowned. "Aw. He's brain-dumb. Was this sposed to be my present?"

Daddy was nostalgic, affectionately scooping up the boybitch's drool and using it as lube to slip three fingers up their son's hole, wiggling them hard, massaging Tymu's passage open wider for what was soon to come. Tymu was so used to getting his ass molested that he hardly noticed. "Nope," Daddy said. "Your present is still coming."

A dog worker with a foot-wide knot stepped forward, mumbling "S'cuse me," and pushed a fat enema syringe between Mommy's gaping lips. The pink, cloudy liquid inside gushed straight down his throat as the dog depressed the plunger, making him cough and gag hard. Pink juice ran down his chin. And then his tummy started gurgling...

Triplets emerged slowly, Mommy giving a low howl as she went into contractions. The first fell on the filthy tile floor with a thud, busting its soft skull open. Mera giggled, picking the five-second-old kittycorpse up and kissing its boo-boo, staining her lips red. "There there," she cooed, then tossed it in a nearby crate marked DUMPSTER: USED SNUFFMEAT ONLY.

Daddy anticipated the second triplet and yanked Tymu over by his ears, shoving the birthday boy's face into his mommy's bleeding pussy. Stinking, expired cum and thick red uterine juices ran over Tymu's little tongue as he struggled to swallow all his mom's slop ... and then the second baby came out, ass-first, and Daddy forced him to lick its cute little cunt clean, and Tymu went the extra mile and started tongue-fucking it as deep as he possibly could, stealing the newborn's virginity before it was even halfway out of the womb. But Daddy still wasn't satisfied.

"Fuck it," he demanded. Tymu blushed, uncertain-- he was rarely ever told to use his pathetic excuse for a cocklet-- but he obliged, spreading the baby's ass open and slipping all three inches of kittycock inside, his little balls squishing up against his half-brother's littler ones. The infant's adorable pain-squeals came muffled from inside Mommy's ass. When Daddy decided it had been raped hard enough for now, he pushed Tymu back (a difficult task, since he was humping so hard and feverishly) and let the birthing continue.

The babies fell out together, little tails flailing. Mera was once again the first to snatch one up, using the wet red sludge coating it as lube and shoving it down on her colossal meatstick, killing the poor slut instantly as she impaled it and turned it into nothing more than an adorable, fleshy cockring.

Daddy picked the other one up. "Look, he's got your ears," he said, flicking the sodden pieces of fluff. The baby giggled and cooed, strangely calm, looking up with wide and curious eyes. "Wanna keep him?"

Tymu gasped. "Really? Is this my present? A new baby brother? Ohhhh yes yes yes yes YES! Let's--"

Daddy grinned and jammed a fist up its cunt. "Oops. My hand slipped." The baby's eyes immediately overflowed with tears, and Tymu was crestfallen. He knew it would probably bleed out now. Daddy twisted his hand a bit, groping the fuckdoll's squishy insides. "If I wanted a loudmouth babywhore like this one, I would've already fucked one out of you. Guess that woulda ruined the surprise, though. You know how long I've been slipping pills into your drinks so I can cum inside you without worrying? Or how many times I've aborted your little fetuses with some brutal assrape? It was such a hassle to keep you from knowing you were a Breeder. But you know, it's worth it... because now I can see what you're really made of, beneath all the training and brainwashing you've been through. Sit on its face. Shut this little fuckpig up for me."

Tymu did as he was told, feeling confused and pouty. With his plump little ass smothering the baby's screams, he got an idea; he got an awful idea; the catboy got a wonderful, awful idea.

He relaxed his bowels and let a fat log of shit burst out, forcing its way past the newborn's plush lips and down its esophagus; the poor fuckthing made pathetic gaggy-gurgles and puked the sewage back up, but Tymu ground his ass backward onto its smooth chest, smearing his taint and balls with the sludge, and plunged his cocklet back inside, throat-fucking the meal down for good. "C'mon, lil bro. Eat up!" he mewled.

"Atta boy," Mera said, returning from her unnoticed departure with six more syringes full of the special juice. Daddy worked in a second fist and spread them in opposite directions, stretching the babycunt so violently wide that its thighs were hardly even attached to its waist anymore. "Look," he said, wiggling his fingers inside its tummy and making bulges, "It's a real fuckpuppet now! Heh... Tymu, why's this little bitch still struggling? Suffocate it already."

Tymu said "Yes, Daddy!" and popped two shit-coated fingers up its nostrils, accelerating his thrusts as he face-fucked its head into the floor. Eventually the thick, wet gurgles slowed and its rosy cheeks turned blue, and then purple, and with one final shudder it completed its destiny as snuffmeat and choked to death on thick, chunky shit at the ripe old age of five minutes.

After Tymu rode its corpse to a dry orgasm, Daddy made him make out with it and suck his own shit from its little mouth. Tiny pieces of glass and shreds of his panties from earlier were still intact, but he was chewing the thick, soupy waste so hard and passionately that he hardly noticed. He felt something get shoved up his butt, and an incredible warmth exploded in his tummy. It was Mera, using him as a urinal.

"I've been waiting to rape you for so long," she purred. Tymu felt the blood dripping from her baby cockring as it pressed up against him and leaked blood all over his smooth taint. The pain of taking Mera's full length flared up now, and his eyes rolled back and he screamed.

Tymu's screams were cut off by the end of a dripping enema syringe, and he choked on the pink fluid Daddy lovingly pumped into his belly. As soon as that one was empty he replaced it with another, and then another, until all six had been emptied inside him and his tummy was ballooning to incredible sizes, so huge that his arms and legs dangled helplessly over it sides. Mera kept fucking him mercilessly, her basket-ball sized nuts leaving bruises where they smashed against his girly thighs. Tymu panted, juice running down his chin, puking some up as he realized he was about to have quadruplets.

They hardly even got the chance to form, once Mera plunged into his uterus and crushed them into pink jelly with her cock. She even managed to dislodge something inside him, opening a new fuckhole that shouldn't have existed, and with Daddy's guidance the fetuses started to survive long enough to travel up Tymu's little esophagus, floating on the sea of piss blasting from Mera's tip.

The seven-year-old realized too late what was about to happen, and the first baby's head took him by surprise as it pushed up his esophagus. Daddy mirorred the damage on the other end, reaching into his son's mouth and down his throat to pull the little fucktoy out by its ears while Tymu gagged and snot ran from his nose. It was thus that Tymu brought his firstborn son into the world in a shower of puke and urine, his jaw permanently unhinged, and Daddy wasted no time in slipping his newborn grandson onto his cock and promptly fucking Tymu's mouth with it like it was just a fleshy condom.

~

After twelve hours spent in the chambers, Tymu was finally empty. No matter how much more juice they pumped into him, he just puked it back up or shit out barely-formed sludge, which they of course scooped up and forced him to choke back down. He had given birth to 854 adorable kittysluts, of which only about ten survived. Five of those were actually put into cribs, and the other five were rolling around on the filthy floor, blind and stupid. Mera accidentally brought that number down to four as she stepped on one and broke its ribcage, not even glancing down.

"Ready for your present now?" she asked Tymu. He managed to look up at her with glassy eyes and somehow make a gurgly, half-excited squeak, nodding as eagerly as he could, ready to do anything-- even die-- for his father's happiness. Daddy was sitting on a stool nearby, sipping a beer and marveling at both of Tymu's adorably destroyed pussies. He crushed the can and pushed it gently down his son's throat, hearing hardly a gag as he swallowed obediently. "Good little trashcan," Daddy said, ruffling his hair. "Guess we've kept you in the dark for long enough, huh? Your present is..."

"Wait just a minute," someone said.

They looked up and saw Kizzo in the doorway, grinning.

Mera blinked. "Again?"

"I said I wanted to see where he ended up!" the tiger replied. "Wow, you guys really fucked him up. I knew you were gonna get him pregnant and rape his babies and all that, uh, jazz, but look at the mess!"

"What's your point?" Daddy asked.

"My point is, maybe you should give the kid a break. Look at him."

Tymu drooled stupidly, not even recognizing Kizzo.

Mera sighed. "You don't get it, do you? He deserves this. He's just an underaged toiletwhore, like all of his friends. We're being merciful just raping him softly enough to keep the vital organs intact. Now shut up, and let us give him his present."

"Well, as long as you don't kill--"

They ignored him, picking Tymu up and bringing him back to Mommy, who was equally out of it. Daddy leaned in. "This is it, little guy. It's been fun."

He pressed his son's face up to Mommy's ruined cunt once more, except this time he didn't stop there. Tymu's head soon popped all the way inside, and with some extra force Mera dislocated his shoulders and crammed his smooth little body in up to his waist. Mommy was staring at the ceiling, making tiny, desperate mewls as her ass got stretched wider than it had in years; then Mera and Daddy put both of their throbbing cocks together and double-penetrated Tymu's quivering cunt, adding enough girth to rip both of their holes open wide.

"Happy birthday," said Daddy, bending his son's legs backwards until they snapped like chicken bones and stuffing them up his mommy's ass too.

"My God," said Kizzo. "You've finally done it. Just as the prophecies foretold... You've created a double-stuffed fuckslut."

~

Endless amounts of people gangbanged Tymu and Mommy for years afterward, and both were kept alive through the sheer volume of cum they ingested. They were set up in public places as a freakshow, the "Two-for-One Fuckdoll." Tymu spent every day coated in blood and filth; he never saw light again, except for the brief moments when Mommy opened wide for a stranger, but that was swiftly blocked by the inevitable cock, which would penetrate his throat and then his son's, making Mommy's puke flow up around Tymu's face, soaking into his eyelashes and flowing up his nose until he was puking too. He only narrowly evaded suffocation by gulping down the triple-digested slop as fast as he could, and soon he forgot the taste of cocktails and Lucky Charms and learned to be grateful when someone had enough generosity to feed him a bellyful of shit, some used and shit-smeared toilet paper, or even something as tasty as a rotten banana peel.

After erecting (heh) a new monument for the historical achievement, Mera and Daddy finally decided it was time to snuff them. Mommy was twelve, the oldest boy in a century, and Tymu was just turning nine.

That was when they disappeared.

As it turned out, Kizzo had stolen them away just before the critical moment and skipped town. He drove for miles into the barren countryside, until finally the plains turned into mountainous, lush forest. There he reached up Mommy's ass with two hands and grabbed Tymu, easing him out. The kittyslut gasped, sucking in the fresh air, barely able to open his eyes and see the face of his saviour.

About twenty other catboys as young as five or as old as thirteen gathered around them, pushing each other over with fierce curiosity, shouting and yammering. Some of them wore makeshift clothes: mostly normal loincloths, but also some hand-woven thongs and even a beat-up pair of pink panties Kizzo had apparently brought with him during one of his rescue missions; the oldest greeted the tiger with a kiss and a hug, while the littlest ones sprinted up and almost tackled him over with a powerful nuzzle-pounce. They were all chattering incessantly:

"Kizzie! Kizzie! Kizzie! Kizzie!"

"Oh my gosh, oh my GOSH you guys look at the little one! He's sooo cute!"

"Can I fuck him? Can I?"

Kizzo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god. Okay, you guys: absolutely no fucking them, they've each taken about fifty thousand dicks at this point and I'm sure they'd like a little rest. Honestly, some of you are spoiled rotten! Don't you even remember what it was like living in the city?"

The wild catboys shuffled around, bashful. "Sorry, Kizzo..."

They spent three hours scrubbing them both down in the river, while the younger boys played and splashed each other and the older boys sunned themselves on great white boulders, tails swaying lazily. Slowly, Kizzo and the boys helped them both re-learn language and expunge most of the cum, piss, and shit that clogged their innards-- and he tried his best to stop the boys from humping them so that Tymu and Mommy's holes might close up a little, too, but soon he learned they would go into withdrawal if they went without cock for too long, swinging their little butts around sexily and making desperate, pleading mewls. Tymu even had a bit of an oral fixation, and even when someone finally got around to humping his butt he still whined and pleaded, pushing his own fingers down his throat, greedy for a facefuck on top of that.

Kizzo helped the boys weave a little basket for Tymu, who was paralyzed from the waist down after Daddy broke him. They even put a little hole in the bottom so whoever carried him around could slip his nubile cocklet up Tymu's butt in the meantime, which made them both happier. They took him everywhere. He was never bullied for his disability; most of them thought it was adorable and unique.

Bringing the other boys out here was easy for Kizzo; most he'd heard still moaning quietly in the many piles of corpses around the factory, and no one noticed when he dug them out and drove them away. But this time he had deprived the town of a grand show: the snuffing of not just one but two historical figures. He knew he couldn't go back...

When he told the tribe that he was staying for good this time, they all hugged him hard and tearfully. Now that they had at least five Breeders in their midst, their population would be stable for the harsh winters to come, and Kizzo chopped penty of wood for them until they grew some muscles. It wasn't long before the nearby countrymen and farmers began to hear tales of the boys who lived in the forest, who climbed to the peaks of the mountains and tamed the wild foxes and wolves. More than once the stories would turn lewd at the end, with a wolf knotting one of the kittysluts and fucking it pregnant with hybrid wolfboy babies-- or with a toddler pinning his pet fox down and rimming it deeply, licking its shit-coated hole sparkly clean-- but the most popular and heartwarming of tales was that of the boy in a basket, who would float down the river like Moses and bump into fishermen's canoes, blushing and asking them if he could please choke on their cocks for an hour or so, just to pass the time. Those who told the stories would stammer at this point, laugh awkwardly, avoid eye contact with their wives, and assert that they sent the strange lad on his way... but every weekend, when the weather was nice and the dragonflies hummed across the river's glistening surface, they would gather their fishing gear and spend a whole day in the mountains, eyes raking the treeline for the swish of a furry little tail or the curve of a boybutt peeking out out past a tree; every one of them full, healthy, youthful, and ripe for the pounding.

{Thank you so much for sticking with me this far. <3 It's been wonderful making my debut as a smut writer and finding support for all my crazy fantasies. If you liked it, leave a comment! And if you didn't, well... I hope you have a nice day regardless. :3}

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