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Dr. Marlowe’s Revenge [Man to Panther TG]
🕑 Added 2025-06-18 11:01:16 +0000 UTCSequel to The Insane Transformations of Dr. Marlowe Six months after they escaped from Dr. Marlowe, Brandy an
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Sequel to The Insane Transformations of Dr. Marlowe
Six months after they escaped from Dr. Marlowe, Brandy and Tina are now roommates and have adjusted to life as anthro felines. But when their shared lover Miguel comes home one night with a strange dart in his neck, they realise things with the mad scientist aren’t over yet.
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Miguel loved college. It was everything movies and TV had prepared him for: wild parties, exotic women, crippling student debt. The last part didn’t bother him much, though; every time he looked at his student loans, or bought another expensive textbook, he just reminded himself what this place was getting him: an experience like no other.
He couldn’t believe his luck when, out of all the applicants, Brandy and Tina, the school mascots, had picked him as their new roommate. The feline women were world famous now; their story had gone viral not long after they escaped, and they’d been given a free ride at the college, provided they stuck around and joined the cheerleading squad. They didn’t need a roommate; they got their housing on campus for free, so he’d been a little confused when they started interviewing.
He and a dozen other men and women had tried to get in with the sexy cat women, but Miguel was the one they chose, and the reason why was obvious a week after he moved in.
“Cats go into heat.” Tina had explained, purring. “And we can only pleasure each other so much.”
“We want somebody to share our beds, somebody with endurance.” Brandy added, licking his ear, “Somebody who can show us a really good time.”
It had been the best three months of his life. Miguel was no expert, but he was pretty sure most cats and cheetahs didn’t go into heat once a month. Perhaps they were just horny and using that as an excuse, or maybe their strange mix of human and animal traits made them unique. Either way, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that once a month, he had a week straight of horny cat women begging for his cock. No amount of student debt could make him give that up.
The three of them had just finished up another love-filled weekend, so it had been back to reality this week. Miguel was already counting down the weeks till their next heat with a goofy grin on his face as he made his way back to the apartment after a late-night drink at the campus bar. He didn;t go there to pick up anymore obviously, but it was a great opportunity to brag to any and all who would listen about his two famous lovers. The jealousy in men's eyes when he told them he got to have both the famous cat cheerleaders fueled him almost as much as the sex did.
He was just crossing one of the small grassy quads when he heard it. A strange, insane muttering coming from somewhere in the darkness.
“Happiness…they don't deserve happiness, I’ll take it from them, oh yes. A taste of their own medicine.”
Miguel rolled his eyes; probably some spurned guy who was drunk and feeling rejected. He was about to keep walking and forget it, but then he felt it, a sharp sting in his neck, like a wasp but colder, metallic. He slapped the spot, fingers brushing something small and narrow. A dart.
“What the hell…” he muttered, stumbling a step as a wave of nausea rolled over him.
The edges of the world twisted. The street lights blurred into halos, and the ground seemed too soft under his feet. Panic flared in his chest. He yanked the dart out, tiny and silver-tipped, and dropped it with a clatter that echoed far louder than it should have. His ears were ringing, suddenly twice as sensitive, and laughter echoed in them.
“See! See! Now they’ll realise I’m back hahaha!”
Miguel didn't know who the insane person was talking about; actually, he didn't care. What he cared about was the way his skin was tingling and the spot on his neck. Lacking any better ideas, he ran.
The pathway twisted beneath him, his breath came in ragged bursts, but it wasn’t fatigue that slowed him, it was a strange weight in his chest. Not like a heart attack, but a proper weight, like his muscles were swelling. His skin burned, itched violently as if something beneath was writhing to the surface.
Halfway to the dorms, Miguel staggered against a lamppost, chest heaving. He looked down and watched as, with each breath, his shirt front got tighter. He could feel the skin there becoming sensitive, then slightly itchy, before finally his buttons couldn’t handle the pressure. Two dark breasts burst forth, coated in sleek, shiny black fur, save for the dark pink nipples at their centre. Miguel’s eyes almost fell out of his skull as he saw them; felt them, jiggling against his chest.
His grip on the lamppost increased, and he heard a screeching sound of metal on metal. He looked up at his hands and gasped. His fingernails had darkened, sharpening into black, curved claws that left scratch marks against the metal. Fur, short and smooth, was beginning to sprout along the backs of his hands and up his wrists. Spreading quickly to meet the fur already spreading from his chest.
His jaw cracked loudly. Miguel cried out, clutching his face as bone reshaped beneath skin. His teeth throbbed, growing longer and sharper. His nose broadened, pushing forward slightly into a feline shape, nostrils flaring as new senses rushed in like a tidal wave. He could smell everything: the worms in the soil, the stale beer on his breath, the faint musk of distant prey. And something else, something coming from him that was almost…sensual.
He’d barely gotten a handle on his new breasts when he felt pressure between his legs. A snarl of frustration escaped his new muzzle as his cock and balls slowly melted back into his skin, the curly hair between his legs smoothed, during to sleek fur as a new pussy formed there in its place.
Miguel collapsed to his knees as a tail burst from the base of his spine, whipping the air behind him with a life of its own. His back arched, his spine realigning as his body grew limber and more powerful. His jeans tore as the muscles in his legs thickened, and sleek black fur rippled across his thighs and up his torso. His ears shifted, climbing higher on his skull and started twitching at every sound; mostly his own gasps. He tried to scream, but it came out as a snarl.
“What the hell is happening to me…” He gasped, staggering to his feet and lurching into a run.
He was naked, save for the few scraps of clothing that still clung to his now lithe body. If he could have blushed, he would have. As it stood, he knew of two people who could possibly explain what was happening.
His padded feet hit the pavement with eerie silence now, his body lower to the ground, predator-like. He made it back to the dorm building in record time. He paused at the edge of the path, panting, the final tugs of transformation rippling through his shoulders and spine. His breathing slowed. The pain ebbed. Silence returned.
Miguel stood in the shadows, claws flexing. There was something new awakened inside him. Primal, animalistic. Whatever it was… it was hungry. His whole body was burning, the need for release was intense, so intense that the idea of waiting for the elevator filled him with dread. He needed…something, something his two feline roommates could give him.
With surprising ease, he began to climb outside the brick building, claws sinking into the mortar as he made his way to the third floor. He ripped open the window before falling inside, making Tina and Brandy jump in shock and almost fall off the couch.
“What the hell?” Brandy hissed before sniffing the air and making a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a purr. “Miguel…is that you?”
“Yes,” he groaned, “How did you know?”
They smelled…so good. It made that burning inside all the stronger. On some level, Miguel knew he should be freaking out, he’d been turned into an anthro panther woman after all. But a haze of need was descending over his brain, and all he could focus on were the beautiful, curvy bodies in front of him that were slowly stalking closer.
“He smells right.” Tina muttered, “But also…horny.”
“Heat.” Brandy confirmed, “It has to be Dr. Marlowe, we should go look, make sure he didn’t follow…”
But even as she said it, her soft fingers reached out to stroke down Miguel’s tail, and they both shivered.
“Fuck, I know but…she’s right here.” Tina muttered, “Just a little taste, then we’ll go find the doctor…”
Her tongue licked at Miguel’s neck, and his brain momentarily went blank; he didn't even correct her about calling him a ‘her’. His nipples pebbled, turning hard, and his want seemed to double. The two cat women snuggled in on either side, licking and kissing across his dark fur hungrily.
“Mate…” One of them muttered, he couldn't tell which.
They all fell back onto the floor, the women took turns slowly undressing while the other felt up his new curves. Sharp claws pressed dangerously against his sensitive nipples. Sending sparks flying across his body. Having these two dangerous predators slowly rub and press their bodies against his felt so taboo, and yet so right. After weeks of sex and living together, Miguel knew Brandy and Tina inside and out, and yet now, in this body, everything felt new.
Brandy mounted him, sliding her sharp claws over his new curves and licking down his body until she was nestled between his legs. Miguel swallowed, arching his neck to watch as the cheetah slowly delved her tongue between his velvet folds. The sensation was electric. His spine arched back and he thrust his pussy against her face, desperate for more as she slowly, teasingly circled his clit.
Half moans, half purrs escaped his throat, and his whole body vibrated with the sound, making the sensations even stronger. Tina watched on with wide eyes, pupils blown with arousal. She stalked around them, circling and watching every gasp of pleasure that escaped his mouth.
Then, she slowly moved and Miguel smelt her; her musk, her arousal as she came to hover her pussy above his face. He didn't hesitate as she lowered herself; he pressed his mouth to her core and feasted. He wasn't gentle like Brandy; he scraped his teeth against her folds, pressed his tongue deep into her hole and made her yowl with pleasure. She tasted divine, she was so slick and wet, he drank up the juices, lapping his rough tongue faster and faster until he felt her start to shudder around him. Even as Tina came, he grabbed handfuls of her ass and held her in place so he could continue feasting, his own pleasure reaching a crescendo.
Brandy was moaning around his pussy, the sound sent vibrations right to his core. Even if he couldn’t see it, he knew she was pleasuring herself with her tail, trying to time their orgasms together. That knowledge tipped him over the edge, and Miguel came with twice as much force as usual. The ecstasy filled his entire body, and then it happened again, and again. Brandy just kept licking, teasing more orgasms out of him. He’d always known women could have multiple orgasms; he couldn’t believe how much he’d been missing out.
When they were all finally tired, the three cats curled up together on the floor, legs and tails tangled together in post orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes, Miguel’s faculties slowly started to return, and he told them what had happened. Despite the strangeness of it all, none of them had the energy to be concerned, at least not yet. That was for tomorrow.
“Joke's on him, I suppose.” Miguel purred happily. “If this was supposed to make you guys sad, it backfired.”
“Another heat to deal with,” Brandy purred. Between the three of us, we’ll only have one week off a month now.”
“Oh no.” Said Tina, not sounding sorry at all.
Miguel hummed thoughtfully; his life had just been turned on its head, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Idly, he wondered if the cheerleaders could use a third mascot.
