With Minako's grip on her fair chin, Konoka could do nothing but look her straight in the face. It felt entirely like she was trapped in her own body, and growing hornier by the minute because of it. No matter what, she couldn't even find the tiniest ounce of will to defy Minako.

A soft moan escaped the transformed kitty as she felt a hand gently but firmly squeeze one breast, sending a spurt of milk on the floor. How that felt so pleasurable, she'd never understand. Every touch felt sensual now, from the way her sizable tits were handled to Minako's dirty promises and kinky threats.

But in the end, she felt the least embarrassing and most sensual option was to go with the Mistress. "I'll go with Mistress," she mewled, writhing in Minako's touch.