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A Feline Scene
🕑 Added 2021-12-23 13:58:54 +0000 UTCThese 1,090+ words are this month's replacement for SiTC, which I intend to resume next month! Please enjoy!
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She’d hoped the changes would start with her feet, and now that her toes were tingling she’d gotten her wish - again. She stretched back in the lounger and watched as each little (currently) human nub swelled, swallowing up each toenail. A her toes fattened her feet stretched, the front of her feet reaching out and away from her heel.
There was a gentle, warm, creaking as her legs began to shift. Inch by inch her feet lengthened, muscle and tendons forming and stretching. Her toes were fat nubs by now, a few shifting around the inner sides of her digitigrading lower limbs. She could feel her nails within them, new muscles surrounding them so she could shift the sharpened points in and out. The underside of her altered toes were beginning to become thicker and darker, and at the same time light brown fur was starting to sprout atop them.
She stared down at her legs as they continued to shift. They’d always been slim and long, but now they were even lengthier…and getting stronger. She’d added at least ten inches to her height!
There was a cathartic moment as she watched the soft fur spread up the length of her new feet, over her crooked ankles, and over her calf. These were the legs she’d spent years compulsively clearing of hair just to look good for others. Now they were being overtaken by beautiful fur she wouldn’t be able to shave down or wax off ever again.
She joyfully shivered as the fur continued up her nude body, her freshly washed skin mildly sticking to the faux-leather of the lounger. She felt her hips widen to account for the new shape of her legs. Her pussy - already mildly moist from the anticipation of her wish being granted - puckered as the fur overtook her labia and mons. Instead of brown this was an especially fluffy tuft of white, the coloration continuing up her abdomen.
The overgrowth of hair was not all that had changed around her groin and waist. Her ass tightened, and just above it, at the base of her spine, a pressure was relieved by the growth of a tail. One by one new caudal bones formed, sneaking out from between her back and the leather until roughly three feet of virgin tail was curling over her stomach. She briefly petted the pale naked length before a floof of brown and white fur overtook it like a soft pine tree.
Within her pussy her human arousal was being overtaken by a new desire. She’d specified wanting to be in an endless heat, and it was flooding into her fur-capped slit. The claws within her feline feet flexed as she shifted her legs whilst squeezing her thighs together. The intense, unyielding fire demanding that she mate was extraordinary and overhwelming erotic, everything she’d hoped it’d be.
She was happy she’d added a caveat about only getting pregnant at her conscious desire, because the demand to rut was going to dominate her schedule from now on.
The alterations continued up her body along the fur line, the sensation of stronger more responsive muscles and increased flexibility in her joints settling. Preceding the overgrowth of her ribs she felt six sensitive nubs raise up along her belly and ribs. They were briefly lost in the growth of hair before each arose atop jiggly mounds of flesh. The lowest pair stopped growing roughly half the size of her human breasts, easily palmable. The next pair up grew to the size she’d sported roughly since she’d turned eighteen and the pill gave her a mild growth spurt, heavy and grabbable. Next up was a few cup sizes larger, and then her original pair expanded out with inch over inch of glorious gobs of floundering fat to double their size. They gently rested atop each other, the white fur thinning lightly along their outer curve so that all eight pink nipples were slightly visible.
Her shoulders broadened slightly as the fur overtook them. She rolled them and felt the greater flexibility she now possessed. The fur moved down her arms and over the back of her hands. Her palms darkened slightly, her fingers growing only slightly broader. As specified she didn’t gain fully altered paws, instead little more than a sharpening of her new retractable nails at the tips of her still articulate fingers.
As the changes moved up her neck she felt her low sexual moans shift into the vibrato of a purr. She smiled as her teeth shifted and sharpened, the pricks of growing whiskers extending from her upper lip. The tip of her nose wetted as it pulled back. Her pupils stretched into slits, forcing her to close her eyes for a moment as the intensity of light changed. Before she reopened them she felt her ears opening and stretching, shifting upwards through her short hair.
As the fur overtook the last few square inches of bare flesh her blonde hair shook out into a coiffed splay that perfectly matched the fur that had spread up her back.
A long, full, satisfied breath accompanied the completion of her alterations. She carefully pushed herself up off the lounger, the faux-leather unable to grip her fur. Despite the new shape of her legs and drastically altered center of gravity her new breasts created she balanced perfectly without issue. Long strides took her across the room to a full-length mirror and she admired her new feline form and visage. Her rebalanced legs. Her eight wobbling breasts. The tail that, of its own accord, was caressing and curling around her body. The narrowing eyes that proclaimed her both the perfect predator and the perfect mate.
God, she was gorgeous. A gato goddess. Furry eroticism on legs.
“Mmmm,” she purred, “I need a dick in me meow!”
She laughed and threw a hairy hand to her mouth as she heard the compulsive mewing that had replaced the word. It was all so…yummy.
“I’meow such a dirty girl…” she mewed, licking her lips, “I should do someowthing about that, first…”
Then and there she dropped her ass to the floor, her tail winding around her stomach as she raised a leg up to her shoulder. Her eight breasts squashed against each other as she bent down and pushed her muzzle into her muff. It was now she noticed the mild roughing of her tongue.
It felt delightful on the pulsing clit atop her perpetually pleading pussy.
She’d hunt for a mate in a little bit.
For now, she was eager to pursue some self care…
FIN
