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A Purrfect Loser(Felicia Tg)
🕑 Added 2020-10-06 07:24:19 +0000 UTC
“This fucking game is bullshit fuck this fap fest for babies! They completely fucked up the Capcom side of this. All these fucking broken ass Marvel characters with bs combos. Where’s the balance?!”
“Dude chill you just suck at this game. Actually, did you get that stuff I sent you? It’ll make you less catty.”
“Didn’t you say this edible was ca-?”
“Don’t say what it is! Especially not when you bought it from me okay? Not till it’s legal.”
“Shit sorry. But uh, isn’t it called Catnip?”
“It’s a play on words, just take some you’re being a sore loser.”
Felix was definitely a sore loser. Their shittiness of their attitude was matched only by the shittiness of their playstyle, one of those overconfident fighting game enthusiasts who can “find” issues with every controller, game and character that they are playing, who the term “get good” doesn’t mean anything since they are already good, it’s just the shitty games at fault for their deficiencies obviously. Most of his friends didn’t even want to hang out with him when games were brought up, which was why he started connecting more online with people. A lot of them never responded after playing one match with the headsets on, but again, that was cause of them, not him. He’d earned enough of a reputation online that his tag started to get shunned, so Felix had begged some of his friends to play him. Only one had said yes after a string of dm’s, but with a caveat. They wanted him to try some kind of edible which y’know, free weed and a fun time for all. ...he still had to pay for it, b-but that’s just cause he wanted to try it out! He was not desperate at all for companionship or anything.
The edible itself was wrapped like a big Rice Krispie, the edges resealed and the old branding poorly photoshopped over by a cat paw with blue bubbly font calling it “Catnip.” His parents would freak the fuck out if they knew he had it, even though he was a senior and basically a grown ass man. Thankfully they were out for the weekend so he could just lounge about and have fun unafraid of consequences. The krispie wrapper opened easily and an exotic smell poured out, a paw shaped rice krispie tumbling into Felix’s palm with blue, white and pink frosting.
“You know you only take small bites right? Cause this shit is strong, life altering if you take too much.” For some reason he sounded almost regretful, which triggered Felix’s infantilization complex.
“This isn’t fucking DARE and I’m not one of those whiny babies. Now lets fucking go another round! This time I’ll beat your ass.” He took a big chomp, but only one. It wasn’t like he was scared of candy or some shit, buuuuut he should probably be careful just in case. And so a few more rounds passed, Felix’s bitching getting worse and worse as he proceeded to show a full on misunderstanding of spacing, combos, blocking, really everything you could fuck up on. Of course, it was all his friend’s fault or the game, or Capcom.
Worst of all the edible wasn’t doing much of anything besides a slight tingle across their body. If they had been paying attention, they might have noticed their body hair plucking out, a few strands at a time until their skin was completely hairless, the buzz light beyond the prickles of hair removal. All that was left were the fine downy blonde hairs, paling to white in a pattern.
“This edible ain’t shit. I think I’m gonna eat the whole thing.” He waited for his friend’s response, annoyed he had wasted the night on shit weed and an even shittier game. Where before there had been some kind of hesitation, the voice on the other end sounded sure of itself.
“Sure dude, enjoy! Make sure you eat every last crumb since you’re such a badass. Oh and keep the mic on. I’d like to hear this.”
“Stop with that gay shit man.” Felix downed the rest of it, the sweet, laced treat going down surprisingly easily.
The next round went by without much change, just some slight slurring in his insults as he ran his tongue over his teeth incessantly. Something about his incisors was mesmerizing, a sound building in his throat as he swore he could feel his teeth sharpening, grinding together as his jaw popped under the nervous frictional shifting. Numbness seemed to build from the back of his neck, overtaking his mouth as a tickly feeling sprung up in his jaw. It felt nice from what he could sense through the numbness, missing the pops under his slurred cursing as his chin rounded, lips plumpening under a nervous bite as his canines cutely slipped out over pursed lips. His awareness was getting sluggish, the buzz traveling around, bringing with it a dull, throbbing pleasure as it tingled in his toes, his fingers, his cock.
“Suumthin feews weirrrrd.”
“Oh don’t worry Felix they’re just kicking in, it only gets better from here.”
“Fuuuh man I thhhheen ahm trippiiin…” It was so hard to talk now, his tongue feeling massive in his shrunken jaw, an accidental nip from his new teeth making him yip as it deflated down to a better fit, but his focus was on his arms which were prickling something fierce. He tried to ignore it, but his fingers felt stubby on the controls, useless sausages that were ineffectively bumping into the controller instead of actually playing it. Actually now that he looked at them, were they actually swollen? His thumb fondled the analog stick, the flesh weirdly tender as the digit swelled before his eyes, the skin turning pink and thick, yet springy. Suddenly the controller buzzed, a combo against his AFK character sending jolts through his hand, a confused yowl squeaking out that sounded higher pitched than it should have been. It had felt really good, his thumb digging instinctively harder into the controller as Felix felt the buzz go from his hands straight to his cock, purring as he grew erect.
“Ahh~ H-Hoooly fuuuck. Why’s tha feeyal sooo… NNGH!” The playing around seemed to speed up whatever was happening, his heart pumping faster through the arousal. He felt each thump in his hands and feet, the controller falling as he grunted, confused as his body suddenly felt hot and bothered. The usual hair on his knuckles was multiplying, sprouting white furry patches as sinewy pops assaulted his ears. Muscle was pouring into his fingers, his arms and legs visibly contracting with sudden spasms, their girth sucking down to add to the growing fingers as his knuckles and finger joints cracked and popped. The worst was in his thumbs, small discomforting sparks assaulting the base as they were forced down the sides of his palms, flexing as the nails hardened and grew out into sharpened claws.
“Shhhthiiiit dude I’m saving a baaad triiii MMPH! Fuuuuh m’shoesth!”
Four spots were denting the fronts of his indoor slippers, his pinkies feeling small and tender as the sides of his feet squashed into the struggling confines of the footwear. His shorts left plenty of leg exposed, letting him watch hypnotized as his calves slowly pumped their masses down, each one building up his arousal as the blocky legs tapered, sinuous curves beginning to carve themselves out of the stocky flesh. Each pump was followed by a surge in his feet, each toe more cramped, his pinkies throbbing as they pressed closer and closer seemingly into the sides of his feet instead of the other toes. After seven hypnotically visceral pumps his calves had been completely reformed, curves accenting their feminine grace, the skin smooth and prickling with heightened sensitivity as Felix groaned, his head shooting back to release a pleasured yowl as his pinkies slurped inside his feet.
He gripped his brow, something furry brushing against his brow, his hands now able to fit his head in a single palm as he just barely held back from cumming, his cock abuzz from the sudden retraction of his unneeded toes, the pleasure causing his trapped feet to flex without thinking.
RIIIIIP~!
Looking down, the socks struggling to contain his curvaceous calves were tearing, white fluff streaming out as the tips of his toes felt weirdly hugged, the front end of the sock speared onto his wriggling feet. There was a straining rustle, the sound of fabric struggling to retain its shape as his toes grew to thick pads, sharp chitinous nails tearing through the slippers as the soles popped off. Four toes curled and wriggled from each foot, his cock tensing as the pierced socks became skintight to his growing feet, burning and rubbing against the skin as they merged together into a layer of white fur that bristled as it pierced every pore under it. The heat pooled in his cock and lazily pumped out, a trickle of cum dribbling out the bottom of his shorts while white fur spread up to just above his knees.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Felix remembered that human hands and feet were far more sensitive than almost every other part of the body, feeling it to be true as the pleasure nerves swelled in tandem with his growing limbs, a series of cricks resounding through his fingers and toes as they turned thick and bestial, each of the middle joints on his pointer through pinky fingers swallowed by the growing cat paws to leave them stubbier as white fur sprouted everywhere except the meaty upper pad of his fingers and the base of his palm. All throughout this his cock was slowly willing itself back up to a rise, filled with a burning need.
“N-NNGH ahhh~ w-wuzis laced with suuum~thin?! Ih feelsh sooooo~!” He cut off as strength filled his paws, muscle rising from the depths of his unathletic frame to bulge his nascent curves, his knees jittering before a painful, pleasureful snap sent him reeling, his thighs slapping against his full balls as cum spattered out over his drawn in legs, the furry sides of his calves rubbing against each other and against the edge of the couch as he screeched out, “GOOOOOD~!”
No this was not good no matter how much the buzzing edible was making it feel, Felix grunting as spasms rolled their way through his shoulders, the bones starting to grind together. This couldn’t be what taking edibles felt like, the process far too painful and shameful and real. He must have been dosed with ecstasy or LSD or a nice big bowl of milk, fresh from the microwave, its creamy goodness filling him with ecstasy with every lapped up drop of delicious-
“Ohhh! OH! GAAAAAAAAWWWD!”
Thinking of the creamy rich stuff made his cock expel some of its own, gloopy masculinity sagging his boxers and underwear, each release squeezing out his cock in ropy squirts that rubbed the inside of his cock on the way out. It was like the act of cumming itself had turned masturbatory, his urethra bubbling, rings of muscle giving their first glorious swells as his cock thickened slightly, his tip wider as cum spilled freely out his visibly pulsating cock.
“How’s it feel Felix? Enjoying it? Sounds like they’re really kicking in now.”
He didn’t know how to respond, mewling as his hips thrust out, emptying his balls of their current load in a massive spray as his face crumbled and softened, his nose nestling into the thick palm of his paw as he could feel his nose pert upwards, tears streaming down his widening eye sockets as overwhelming ecstasy rolled through his body, each pulse of his cock another terrible, intoxicating orgasm.
A hot shiver slithered around Felix’s skeleton, his entire body pulsing as the bones extended, the vertebrae of his spine shivering as they pressed against the skin, threatening to pop any second. Random parts of his body were spasming then, pleasure shocks making the muscles tense, the single palm that now encompassed his head getting its own shock as it crushed away any masculinity, confused yowls leaving his shrunken head. It was ovular shaped now, his cheeks tall and sexy, eyes lighting up emerald green as more strange thoughts invaded his mind, the character on screen being tossed around feeling less like a playable character and more like a representative of himself. But no that was wrong, he still had human ears digging into the sides of his clenched fist, though the thought of them turning into sexy, adorable cat ears sent surges of need through his body, his claws digging into his scalp as thick waves of dark blue sloshed from the slash marks, exploding down his back as cum streamed from his cock. He was so hard, he could feel the seams of his boxers plinking away their threads, his hips straining against the elastic band as a small pop echoed out from their growth, but all he could think of were ears as he lightly gripped one with the pads of his paws.
Pressing down made him squeal, the human shaped lump coning like it was a rubber popper that had been inverted, drool running down his fangs as he yanked up on them. Something shifted, the connecting tissue shifting around like a zipper as the yanked tip pointed out, feline in look and feel as dopamine flooded his rattled brain.
“AHH AHH NYAAAH~!” The cat like moan came naturally as he dragged his ear upwards, stretching it, pounding and tweaking it as the top button popped off his jeans, his other hand already pulling and reshaping his other as the stretched out ear finally slotted to the top of his head, twitching from the sensitive gropings and flapping about, Felix’s headset flopping it forward before hitting the carpet. It felt better than he could have imagined, trembling as a large blue cowlick flopped into his line of sight, the pleasure of his ears traveling everywhere as his body felt near ready to burst with pleasure. So it did.
Every contour of his frame was extending, the larger heft either curving or rounding into something feminine despite the added broadness, his shoulders looking like struggling animals trying to escape the corruptive femininity buzzing through his drugged out mind before sloping in defeat, his whole collarbone crunching down while his flannel button up struggled to stay in one piece. Muscle surged into the small of his back, making the groups look like writhing seas of strength as his spine popped in one inch, two, each forced curve bringing a cuter purr from his throat as the bulge on his neck sprouted fur and shrank, bobbing up and down with every yowl as he collapsed onto his hands and knees. His flannel tore at the sleeves, buttons flexing, but losing the tension once his muscled back had more breathing room, his claws toying with the scraps as they fell. Claws shredded through carpeting like butter, strips of it popping around, making the same rich tearing sound as his outfit as tears began to dot what remained spray painted onto his surging form.
It felt like someone had a vice grip between his hips, slowly cranking it outwards as he screamed. Muscle and fat were forming, plushing out the skin as healthy cream slivers of thigh pierced through the unraveling seams, an ass cheek bulging as it tore through an entire back pocket. Felix couldn’t handle any more pleasure, the elastic stretched to its limits and breaking as his cock popped out, busting the teeth of his zipper as a messy load splashed onto the carpet below him. The winch was still pressing out, each pass thickening his thighs, his exposed ass cheek wobbling as edges of fabric squeezed and groped the tender flesh, every string and elastic piece of it straining as his cock was crushed between thick, muscled walls of furry flesh, a ripple running through his body as he screamed out, a fatty GLURCH sending his thigh fat wobbling as his naked body broke free of the clothed confines, fatty tissue glistening with sweat as his cock prepared to unload anything left inside.
“Hey what’s going on? Felix?! I think the headset fell… okay he’s probably cumming his brains out. Time to finish this match and head over.” Felic was helplessly watching as his Capcom pick was mercilessly taken down on screen, grunting as each hit sent another change shattering through his already abused body. Each hit shook his skeleton, a combo into his character’s abs sending his own stomach thrashing inwards, the punches draining his health and his masculinity. The buzz of the edible turned all pain into pleasure as his abs were tenderized, compacted, strengthened to steel while a plush layer of fat left the athletically toned midsection still visibly feminine and soft to touch. There was a meaty thwacking sound as punches rained down on his sides, pushing them in a sliver at a time until his waist was curved and slender, twisting in flexible, sexy contortions as a white diamond of fur sprouted around his quivering, lengthening navel.
Felic wanted to cum badly, feeling the pressure mount unbearably in his balls, but his thighs were too thick, their girthier form swelling and swaddling his cock, crushing it with their steely might and pleasuring him without an outlet for release. And still they were surging, muscle and fat shaking them as they even outgrew his hips, their heft forcing his wiggling ass to widen with crunchy smacks of shattered bone and jostling booty fat. The match ended explosively, his hips fully widening to their womanly stature, his ass bouncing beautifully as his pleased yowl turned raspy before choking. Something furry was stuck in his throat, clogging his vocal releases as he cleared his throat, the shrunken Adam’s Apple rising up and up before popping out in a mucusy hairball as alto yowls and purrs left him, the womanly shrieks turning him on more and more as his mind drowned in confused, relentless euphoria.
Felici didn’t know why there was such a burning rod throbbing between his thighs, turning a dark red as pressure continued swelling it, agitating the already ribbed insides of his cock as he groaned with need. He shifted around, shrieking as something leathery and heavily weighed down slipped out of his thigh prison, slapping against the plump flesh as he looked down to find a swollen pouch swinging between his legs. Again that feeling of wrongness filled him, dizzying his mind of how this didn’t make sense. Those things belonged to a male and he wasn’t a tomcat… was he? That memory of what should be there intensified, something gurgling between his thighs as room was made, his innards swirling as his balls grew heavier with cum and testosterone. Unable to handle waiting another second, his clawed hand desperately groped for an opening, the pads scrabbling fruitlessly at a spot between his balls, the sack throbbing as it was bounced to and fro without success until his desperation made him sloppy, a single prick of pain erupting in an eruption of ecstasy as a claw slashed through the tender skin of his undercarriage.
“NYAAAHHHH~ YESSS I’M CUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNG~!” The inserted claw was quickly gripped by muscles, swimming it left and right as the sharp edge tore open his vaginal shaft, the tip piercing the taut, strained heft of his balls as it waggled left and right inside of him. It felt like her whole body had cum, hot, sticky fluids jettisoning out her pierced testicles, splattering out in a jet as she squealed from the muscular vibrations rubbing against her shrinking testicles, her swollen cock. Her balls were deflating, her claw shooting out from the pressure release as the sliced gash swelled shut at the edges, the pulsating muscled chasm juicing her shredded up testicles until not a drop of testosterone was left, the last of her sperm dribbling out as her body gobbled her testicles down and spread them, the broken things healing into feminine conductors, estrogen heating her cock up as her shaft began to melt.
The muscled worm was sliding against her thighs, slowly pulled in as she could feel it getting girthier, the muscles pulsating faster and faster as they softened, compressed, inverted. She stuck her slick finger back in, squeaking out a pleased whimper as her finger pressed up, finding itself inside her cock until the claw poked out the tip, clear juices spraying out both ends as she wanted to end it. Her hooked claw drew in, dragging the tip, her body spasming as she roughly inverted her own cock, the loose flesh slipping into her pussy as it drove deep inside of her. It slipped past her claw, scurrying inside, the foreskin hardening and separating, making the compressing tip all the more sensitive as a hymen formed, pressure building in her loins, her ass, her legs rocketing apart as she felt it all rush out.
Cum exploded out her throbbing pussy, a similar release happening just above her tailbone as a bump erupted out of her spine, coiling and twitching as white fur sprouted all along the sensitive appendage, but it felt trapped by the remnants of her boxers. It was a rogue elastic band, trying to keep her tail from stretching, making her spine feel cramped as she groaned, loving the resistance as her muscles spasmed in orgasmic release. Each one sent another inch sliding out her backside, stretching the elastic further and further as violent releases slapped at the band, filling it with holes as she gave one final tense. The final foot of it rocketed out, breaking through the elastic and sending it slapping against her upthrusted ass cheeks as she purred, feeling the aftershocks of her first orgasm fade away. Considering how high and horny she was though, her body wasn’t satisfied with just one orgasm, so she slithered the thick, muscled organ into her freshly minted pussy.
Felicia nyaaed happily as juices pooled and splattered out behind her, her face in blissed out zen, her mind empty past a need to satisfy her lust. And when that was finished her stomach growled, another need taking over entirely. This was why she should never get high, she always got waaay too horny and hungry when she took catnip and it never helped her be productive. Besides a high, horny catgirl would never bridge the gap between races if she kept letting this stall her, but god she needed something thick and creamy. Thankfully the fridge had three carton of milks, one only a quarter used and the other two full. The smell of it alone enchanted her, both nipples puckering in anticipation, buzzing pleasurefully as they rubbed against the cooled interior, Felicia careful to not poke holes in the flimsy cardboard as she started to guzzle down her favorite treat.
Milk glugged down her throat, the lumps of dairy quickly splitting into two distinct paths as her nipples tripled in size, milk ducts hungrily stealing it from her stomach as liquidy fat began to slosh under her sensitive nipples. Tiny A cups dented her chest as she crushed the empty carton, tearing open the top of the second one as she shotgunned it down like a beer at a frat party. Some bits streamed down her lips, wetting the torn fringe of a flannel left around her upper body whose sleeveless form hugged her top tightly. Her breasts swelling as she moaned, more fat building, nipples hardening, the flimsy fabric tenting around her swelling teats as they groped her swelling bosom like a lover, tightly caressing her nipples. The third carton eviscerated the plaid button up. Each gulp sent the fabric tearing, the top button flying off as it shattered a window, the next gulps making her gasp as two more flung off like gunshots, her heaving chest forcing the shirt to open wider as they jostled their way wider, larger, heavier. The last gulp finally broke it to pieces, splitting the shirt in two as only a few bands of it remained, adding to the squiggly patterns of her fur as her milkers sloshed about, full of luscious fat that bounced in ways that made her pussy wet all over again. The dribbled remnants of milk dyed any color leftover to a pure milky white, her body trembling as the last of the changes finished.
The final carton fell to the floor, leaving Felicia annoyed. None of the milk had hit her stomach, it was all in her massive tits so now she was hungry AND horny all over again! Crap if only there was something that could satisfy both needs, something that’d make her-
Knock Knock Knock
She stumbled to the door, excited as she nearly tore it off its hinges, some guy who was vaguely familiar standing there, though her focus shot down to his pants as a lump started to tent his baggy jeans.
“How’d you like the catnip Felix?”
“Nyaa? Who’s Felix? I’m Felicia! Wait nyooo~ who cares about that do you have some milk?! Do you have something thick and creamy to give me?!”
Her dealer smiled at that pulling down his pants as he stepped inside.
“Y-You wanna… b-but I’m a Darkstalker!”
“Well… didn’t you want to help bridge the gap between humans? Why not start with me?”
Their frantic fucking would wake a few neighbors and last throughout most of the night, Felicia doing her best to plug up that gap. In the end, she was still a sore loser, though it was a kind of soreness that made both parties incredibly happy as she discovered just how good well her character could move.
