Litter Box

“Hey girl – I saw that show the other night – Johnny is crazy. Ahh….sorry kitty….girl these cats crap up a storm. It’s a good thing that I got a big enough litter box for them to do their thing in. Anyway, what time are we supposed to meet up tomorrow? Okay that will work out nicely. Mmm humm……..oh no, that’s okay – that’s fine. Catch you later! Alrighty – bye bye,” she said. It’s amazing the things that I’ve experienced in my current state. Until this very day, I just ponder on the things that I have missed….longing for the day that I return to action. It’s simply amazing! I was once a famous fetish author – the great Jason Reed…….but now…..just reusable litter sitting in a box in the bathroom of a world class dominatrix by the name of Goddess Lilith.

Right now, this very moment, is humiliating enough. Just a second ago, Goddess Lilith I believe was speaking with one of her closest friends – Veronica. If I’m not mistaking, Veronica is an airline attendant who’s not at all unaware of Goddess Lilith’s magical abilities – but that’s another story! Goddess Lilith, now standing above me and gazing into her mirror, is getting prepared for a long evening out. Meanwhile, I lay below – on the floor as the recipient of the cat droppings she spoke of. Of course I can’t forget about the piss that they release either. What was that she just said – “it’s a good thing that I got a big enough litter box for them to do their thing in” – speaking so highly of the cats crap that seems to find its way into my very essence! As far as I’m concerned, I did nothing to deserve to end up being such a repulsive creature. The box and the litter is all a part of me.

What is this that I have become? When it first happened, all I was told was that I serve a very special purpose – unlike an ordinary litter box. Now Goddess Lilith has eight cats, and one would probably presume that it could get rather smelly in this bathroom rather quickly. Of course, as many cat owners would say, there comes the time for a cat’s litter box to be cleaned where the box is dumped and loaded with fresh litter. This isn’t at all true in my case. Whenever it’s time to change the litter, usually around the time where I’m “full of shit” so to speak, I instantly would change back to normal – just a poor naked man lying inside of a blue box. This box, whenever I would turn into litter, would shrink a bit in size. Of course one would think that that should be the perfect opportunity to escape the Goddess….but it isn’t at all that simple. This spell that I am made to endure simply has me trapped in Goddess Lilith’s house. Believe it or not, I just simply obey her. Once I would change back to my human form, I would make my way down to her basement and sit quietly for three hours. It was during the three hours that I was always thinking of stories – let alone other things. I would be a liar if I said that I didn’t miss the outside world. At least I didn’t smell like cat crap – but I have consumed so much of it that the taste would never leave. In fact, that was the point of me being made to return to normal – every three days or so for a three hour period. I would simply digest all the crap that had entered my body. Once the process was finished, I would make my way back to the bathroom up stairs near Goddess Lilith’s front door and lye straight inside of a hard plastic blue box designed especially for me. Within seconds of doing so, my body would go through its transformation again…where what’s left to see is nothing more than a box of litter. The box itself would then shrink back to its size of a large litter box. Only Goddess Lilith, should she ever choose to look close enough, could see the set of beady eyes looking from inside the box. Those are of course my eyes….looking up at her in utter misery in hopes that she would one day change me back to a normal human being.

And what about this box? Interesting enough, everyone that’s ever seen it has mentioned that the box is fairly large for a litter box. The thing is that it wasn’t so large to the point to where it was outlandish and of course it wasn’t too small to where it was unnoticeable. Bad enough, out of all the other litter boxes in the house, I believe the cats enjoyed crapping on me more so than they do all the others. In fact, one of those cats – white with minor streaks of brown – took it upon himself to drop his load of “cat diarrhea” all over me. Just when I thought Goddess Lilith would at least take me in consideration – she simply didn’t. It wasn’t normal for a cat to crap so much in which she just took him to the vet and left me to consume the pitiful mess that he left behind. Of course, if anyone could have seen this, it looked practically normal….for I’m nothing more than kitty litter – looking clearly like the stuff you purchase out of a Target, Walmart or grocery store.

Well, it’s really the story of my life….but not as interesting as how it all came to be. The only thing I ever get out of Goddess Lilith is being teased – and this usually comes without her realizing that she is even doing so. To put it mildly, when I’m nothing but litter in the box, she would hardly ever acknowledge my existence as anything other than litter in a kitty crap box. This was again recognized as she spoke to her dear friend Veronica on the phone. That’s funny in itself. Even Veronica has heard of my existence and from having heard her laughter over the phone, I know that she can’t wait until the day comes that she would get a chance to see me with her own eyes! And, although I have never really seen her face to face, I can already say that she has one thing that would turn a man off quickly. She has perhaps some of the smelliest feet you would ever encounter. I happen to know that Veronica crashed at Goddess Lilith’s house once – pretty much since my existence began as kitty litter. She simply kicked her flats off that she worked in during her flights. All I can remember is that Goddess Lilith came flying into the bathroom quickly and dropped Veronica’s shoes right next to the box I occupy. The aroma was incredible. I can already tell you that there wasn’t one cat that came into the bathroom to use me at all that night…and from what I smelled I could see why. It just didn’t make any sense for anyone’s feet to smell like Veronica’s….especially not a woman’s. And although Goddess Lilith drop those shoes in the bathroom rather carelessly, one of them landed on the toe and lodged itself in the corner of a wall access. This allowed me to look inside the shoe where I noticed that Veronica must work often in these shoes or perhaps they were the only pair of work shoes she had. Interesting enough, if they were the only shoes that she would wear, I got a pretty good glimpse of the reason why……but that’s another story!

“Coming,” Goddess Lilith said melodiously. This whole time I was reflecting on what I had become, simply looking up Goddess Lilith’s skirt and noticing the tan colored stockings that she had placed on, it appeared that Goddess Lilith was getting ready for a date. These were the lucky guys – they got access to that other side of her. They knew of her softer side. Of course, it wasn’t like she would date hundreds of men or anything like that. The ones that she was interested in, she would allow to wine and dine her. If they screwed it up, like asking for sex or treating her as if she were a ho, they got the meaner side of her which thankfully I have never really experienced – but have seen others end up enduring it. Those that have encountered it are nowhere to be found to tell you how they felt – but that of course is another story!

“So Anthony, have you heard from Angela? I thought that we were all going to double date tonight,” Goddess Lilith said. I suddenly noticed that this man she must have just met since he wasn’t yet in tune with being “polite”. “Well Lilith, I’m not sure if they are going to be able to make it at all or not,” this man said. I noticed, just as Goddess Lilith took one last look in the mirror, this man actually decided to interrupt her last “mirror check” by intruding in her personal space. I could tell from below that Goddess Lilith wasn’t at all pleased with this. “Oh….well….let’s go then,” Goddess Lilith said. This spelled trouble….for she wasn’t as enthused to go out with him as she was in the beginning. The pitiful man made his way back to her living room and waited patiently! This is where Goddess Lilith suddenly brought her attention towards me. “Well Litter, seems like there may soon be a special turd that you will be taking in. What a douche bag! Be a good pile of litter while Goddess is gone. I fed the cats fairly well today so you can expect a lot to come your way [giggle]. If this son of a bitch invades my space again….the next piece of cat shit may be a rather unpleasant tasting one. Come to think of it…..that gives me a rather interesting idea for all these lame ass men that I have been dating lately – sure would be a good way to rid women of the spoils of mankind. I’ll have to explain this to you later. Take care…..litter box,” Goddess Lilith said. That smile of hers – with her lips perfectly decorated with red lipstick and eyes so demanding – just sent chills through my “litterized” body. At this point, it just didn’t matter to me what happened – she was still a killer in her outfit. A nice brown skirt with a cream colored long sleeve top – and kitten heeled shoes that seemed to just click with her dress code! Damn I hate being nothing more than litter. I could have treated her so much better than this prick of a man that has met her on this very night.

Once I heard the front door slam, I realized that I wasn’t at all left in Goddess Lilith’s house alone. What was a temporal imagination of what it would be like to have been the lucky man to date such a beautiful woman was soon destroyed and changed into something that I was rather familiar with. One of the cats made its way rather normally towards me where I was soon reintroduced to reality – the reality of a litter box. “Noooooo,” I cried. Of course the cat heard nothing. Instead, the cat did its thing…..so to speak………….

The End?

By Jason Reed – nka – (now known as) Litter Box