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Monstergirl Challenge (Kitten)
🕑 Added 2021-12-27 13:53:40 +0000 UTCWoman: Swift Creek Photos
Cat: Furlined
Chloe was feeling slightly under the weather and her husband left her to sleep as he went off to work at the University. She awoke some hours later feeling strangely energised. Peeling back the covers, she wandered to the washroom to see if there were anything seriously wrong. In the mirror, she caught sight of another of the unwelcome changes. Her eyes were bright yellow and had slits for pupils.
“I must have slept through the wind,” she muttered wondering what she was becoming this time.
Slowly, starting with her hips, an uncomfortable itch began to spread. In the full length mirror, she discovered the reason for the itch. She was sprouting fur over much of her body. It took twenty minutes for the itch to fade and the lovely spotted fur to stop growing. Her legs felt weak so she decided laying on the bed might be a good idea. Her legs shortened and distorted. By the time the process stopped, her legs were no longer than her arms and were definitely those of a cat. A familiar twinge at the base of her spine told that, once again, she was growing a tail. It slowly extended until it was wonderfully long and supple. Chloe played with it a bit: swishing it about, catching it playfully. As she was looking down at the tail, she noticed a pair of dark spots below her breasts. Tentatively touching them, she discovered they were nipples. Over the space of a few minutes, Chloe soon grew a second set of breasts as sensitive as her original pair. A tickle on her face revealed the growth of whiskers that stretched to the side the full size of her body. The final change resulted in Chloe’s ears growing into cat ears that could be moved about.
Though unable to walk normally, she soon discovered quadrupedal locomotion feline style. She could jump vertically and touch the living room’s high ceiling. She could leap from furniture across the room - far farther than she’d ever been able to leap before. Letting herself outside, she discovered she could climb the big oak tree. It was much harder to get back down, of course, but she accomplished it.
Her husband came home early and found her lounging on the sofa. Chloe smelt his male scent long before he entered the room. An urge, not to be denied, demanded her action. She was in heat, she realised, and needed satisfied. At first reluctant, her husband was finally won over and the two spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. As evening fell, Chloe slowly returned to normal. At first, tired and satiated, she just lay on his arms until a horrible though struck her.
“What if I’m pregnant?”
“Unlikely. Cat penises have a hook and I’m pretty sure mine doesn’t.”
“And that means?”
“Simple. Part of the mating is the painful withdrawal of the penis which triggers ovulation.”
Regardless, Chloe used several pregnancy checks over the next month before, with relief, concluding he’d been correct.
