[My Art] Kat-Cast

Images are also posted here, check it out! https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1rJpwDq1gPBaobI3AS4Aj3Rej1G8ZXDNS?usp=sharing "Mic check. Volume good chat?" I cradle the ceramic mug in my lap, taking a long sip from the iced coffee Kat made for me. It... isn't very good. But it's been around 15 hours since the last time I had a drink, so I was thankful she'd at least given me that much considering the hell I'd gone through. "Okay, I think we're golden. You ready?" She peers down at me sitting behind the table mic. I feel like a field mouse being noticed by a hawk under her freaky red eyes. I remember Jessica telling me about how people that dabble too much in demon magic get eyes like that. I nod at the giant girl, all too aware of what she could do to me if I didn't do what she wanted. What she'd already done to me. "Great. Remember to lean into the mic. At that height your voice won't carry too far." A switch seems to flip in Kat as she launches into a more energetic personality, going into the intro to the "Kat-Cast" as I can infer. "Welcome back to the outside, Christine! And welcome to the Kat-Cast. Have fun on your little adventure?" Knowing the camera isn't even on right now, it felt extra unnerving knowing the creepy smile she wore was only for me. I swallow hard. The power she currently holds may be terrifying, but she was still very clear that she wanted me to speak my mind here. Taking one final breath to prepare, I begin the Kat-Cast. ------------------- "Why? You want a job? I got a few openings you could fill." Kat leers at me with that same wide grin. We all know exactly what openings she meant here. "Just curious is all. I mean clearly people pay to watch you do it. I didn't really know there was a market for... this." Kat's eyes soften for a moment. Not the real kind of softening where it feels like compassion. This was fake, mock compassion. "Aww. It's cute how you avoid saying it out loud. It's okay to say it. I shoved you up my ass. C'mon say it." I feel my ears redden as my chest tightens. Of course, I don't want to say it. She literally just shat me out an hour ago. The hit to my pride and psyche is all still too fresh to verbalize. Though I know better than to ignore a direct order. No matter if it was worded as a joke. "Fine! I was just curious how much money you made from people that wanted to see you... shove me up your ass." "See? Was that so hard? And to answer your question it was about $1000 before tax." My jaw dropping must've been funny to her because Kat immediately begins cackling. "F-from just one person, right?" Kat looks offended for a moment. "No not just one person, dumbass. I got like 44 tier-3's. That's $24.99 a pop. That adds up." That's a bigger number than I expected. Do that many people really like this kind of thing? Enough to pay that much? "If they like it so much, why don't you just get one of them down here and shove them up your ass? I mean surely they'd pay you for it. Isn't that what you want?" Kat's face is an imperceptible mask as she takes a sip of her coffee. It makes a heavy thud as she places it back onto the table, sighing. "You just don't get it, do you?" ------------- The more Kat spoke the more I can feel my own faith in humanity slipping. "So... it's important that I don't like? That you have to force me?" The words feel gross leaving my mouth. "Pretty much. Like imagine if I did what you said and invited one of these online dudes to my house. Shrank them like you are now and shoved them up my ass. Do you think they'd put on a show even half as good as you? Would they fight back and kick? Would they get mad at me?" Kat's gaze lifts beyond me and looks at downtown Forgery out of her window, leaving me to my thoughts. "Well no. I guess they'd probably do the opposite." Electrical danger pinpricks run over my skin as Kat abruptly extends her hand toward me. Had I said something wrong? Oh god was she going to put me back in there!? *pat pat* With an uncommonly gentle touch from the otherwise rough girl, Kat pats my head. Like you might pet a dog. "Exactly! They'd be boring and make me do all the work of trying to be entertaining. But you, you're feisty. See, watch this." Kat leans forward and begins typing on her computer. I follow the mouse cursor as it navigates between folders before landing on a video titled with yesterday's date. Awful memories begin flooding in as she plays last night's stream. Zooming forward along the time bar, I watch all the cruel things she did to me in fast forward. She suddenly stops at a part where her ass is incredibly close to the camera. Buried deeply into that smelly hole I've come to know well, are my dangling feet. Twisting and writhing. "See, watch what you do here." Kat points at where I was already looking. Or more where I didn't want to look but couldn't help myself. The girl stuck inside of Kat's ass. Me. Hooks the bottom of her feet on the bottom of Kat's asshole and begins sliding out. I... remember this. Trying to find purchase on the outside of her skin and bending my knees to turn around. The hot musky air beginning to overtake me, panic had long since overtaken me. I just wanted to get back to the cooler air of her room. "That little thing you do with your feet. It was pretty cool. I never really got a good look at what you were doing back there till I watched the VOD. Even when you were all the way up to your ankles, you kept trying to get out. That's the shit they love. You know that saying about underdogs, right?" Leaving the unsightly and embarrassing image on the screen, Kat returns her gaze to me. "It seems more like they just want to watch someone fail even though they're trying their best..." I feel the continuing erosion of my faith in the world echo out of me. Kat laughs, "Rooting for the underdog, right? After doing this for a while I think that's not it at all. I think there's even more people that wanna watch the underdog be ground into the dirt. Or in this case, shoved up my ass. Forget class solidarity for a little while and watch someone dominate someone else just because they're bigger and stronger, that's what this is about, Christine." "I mean... I guess. But that still doesn't answer why it has to be this way? There are so many more normal ways to bully and terrorize me. Why use your magic to make me small like this? Your friends do just fine doing this crap against regular sized people. Is it like a fetish for you or something?" As I stare at Kat for answers, I see something I didn't expect. A scarlet hue creeps from her cheeks and climbs upward to her ears. She clears her throat, regaining a bit of composure. "No, I'm not into it. It's just a... power thing. You're taller than me normally, so I just... like feeling big." ----------- A silence falls between us for a few seconds after that. Slightly less uneasy than before though still plenty terrifying. Kat scares the shit out of me, don't get me wrong. Even standing a few inches taller than her at regular size, her sharp eyes have a way of making you feel small even when she's looking up to talk to you. So, seeing her show even the tiniest bit of vulnerability to me of all people feels strange. "You're self-conscious about your height. That much I can follow. I guess what I really wanna know is why it always has to be your butt? You wanting to shove me up your asshole has nothing to do with height. If being big was what you wanted wouldn't stepping on me make more sense?" Kat raise an eyebrow at this, any sign of vulnerability has washed away. Leaving that sharp red stare. "Oh? Look at you toss out ideas. Do you want me to step on you?" Realizing what I just did, I feel a sudden urge to switch topics. The last thing I want to do is give Kat more humiliations to subject me to. "Hell no! You promised when you let me out that we were done! I just have to get through this, and you said you'd take me home!" She laughs again at my outburst. "Relax, you're done. Amber may get a kick out of breaking people, but I sure don't. I want you nice and angry for next time." I feel goosebumps break out over me at the mere mention of a next time. The knowledge that I'm always an option on the wheel for Kat's little show is enough to drive me into paranoia. I need to steer her into another direction. "Y-you're dodging the question!" I point up at her smug face as she takes another sip of coffee. "Fine. Why do I wanna shove you up my asshole instead of doing literally anything else I could do? That's easy." She leans in far closer than before. Her massive face nearly touching me. "It's because it's the one thing I can do to you that humiliates you the most." I should have expected a response like that. Of course, that'd be her reason. She refuses to actually hurt me; I've noticed it time and time again. No matter how many times I'm forcefully abducted and whisked away to her place, she's never injured me even though she easily could. I stare down at the cup of cold coffee in the miniature mug next to me, another twisted sign of Kat's hospitality. "That's it?" I subconsciously slide backwards a tad to make a little distance. The scent of coffee on Kat's breath washes over me like a musky Starbucks. Kat slides back to her original position and shrugs. "It also feels good. You are dildo sized after all. Haven't you ever tried anal play? It's... nice." ------------------- "Typically, if I care about flying solo, I just take the direct path." I take another sip of the bitter iced coffee as I try not to meet Kat's eyes. Kat's face shows a sign of annoyance at that. "You really don't know what you're missing. You're shutting yourself off to like half of the fun doing it that way." A sudden thought creeps over me as the context of the conversation veers into the sexual. When I was inside of her, time basically has no meaning. But I can tell she she's lying down. There's also the rhythmic sounds of her heart accompanying the many other nasty noises in there. "Do you... do that stuff on stream too?" I regret the question the moment in leaves my mouth as her face quickly darkens into one of offense. "Hey! What kinda show do you think I'm running? No, I don't jack off on camera! Do I look like a porn star?" I dare not split hairs on this topic with a girl that thinks shoving me up her ass on stream isn't pornography. But at a loss for other topics, I press on in the best way I can. "Fine, so maybe not on camera. But did you... do it when I was inside of you? Like last night I noticed when you laid down your heart rate start going way u—" "Oh dear! I think that's about all the time that we have for the podcast today, Christine. Man, the time sure flies." I see... Kat's not very good at hiding when she's flustered and that clearly got to her. Maybe she thought I wouldn't realize she was doing such an intimate thing in bed? I don't bother interjecting myself into the conversation as she does her outro. "Just gonna switch chat to emote-only... Okay! Th-thanks everyone for subscribing. Hope you enjoyed this week's interview! Remember to check on the Discord tomorrow and vote on the poll for next week's episode! And remember, don't sweat the small stuff! That's my job. Bye!" Flipping the mic off, Kat turns back to the computer and does some backend stuff. I dunno anything about this streaming stuff so it's all magic lookin' to me. "You... uh. You okay?" I don't know why I'm asking my captor if she's okay. But I needed to do something to break this awkwardness in the air. It was getting about as stifling as the inside of Kat's ass. "Yeah, I'm good. Just gotta send this over to my editor so we can put it up tomorrow." After a few more clicks she spins her chair back to me. Despite only being around seven inches tall, Kat managed to still seem a bit smaller in that moment. Do I press the offensive? Part of me wants to see how she'll respond if I call her out on masturbating with me inside of her. I mean of anyone, I have the right to say it don't I? "You really thought I couldn't tell?" Kat bites her lip, looking off to the side. She sighs, closing her eyes for a moment. Once she back to me, the fiery demon eyes held a renewed kind of vigor. "So, what if I did? When you're like this you're mine and I can do what I want with you. In fact, it's a nice day out. I was going to take the bus back to your house and drop you off but maybe we could take a jog instead?" A jog? My house is like 3 miles away. A seed of panic begins sprouting inside of me as Kat pulls a pair of jogging pants out of her closet. "Yeah, these are tight enough." She stretches the waistband as she walks towards me. "Wait a second. The bus is fine! I'll pay for your ticket!" Her slender fingers wrap around my waist as I feel my sense of equilibrium shift. "Oh, I know you're good for it. But working up a sweat every now and then is healthy. You don't mind, do you? Nah, of course you don't. I mean how else are you gonna get home?" Confirming my worst fears she slips me around her back, her other hand already stretching the back of her stretchy pants and panties. Looking down was nothing but butt crack. "Oh c'mon! I thought we were good? Just put me in your purse or a backpack!" Kat lets go and gravity does what it does best as I hurdle towards the inside of her pants. "We were never good. Thanks for being on the show." The waistband snaps shut, and I'm once again met with a familiar and soft darkness. --------- All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!