Reed looked in the mirror one night, before he went to bed. The person looking back wasn't unattractive—tall, buff, with sharp, handsome features and short, dark brown hair. But the face—sad, tired, lonely. Tonight, like many nights before, had been a failure. He had no trouble getting dates, but never felt much of a connection. Somehow, every girl he found himself sitting across the table from him was incompatible—completely different interests, beliefs, ideals. Often—more often than not—they were attractive, and found him attractive, and sometimes seemed to think that was enough; Reed wasn't inclined to agree.
For this much bad luck, he had to
think: Maybe the problem was him. Yet he was always trying his
best to be a good date, treat her nicely and have as much, and as
meaningful, a conversation as possible. Not pushy, not overly passive
or disinterested...
Tonight, after the date, he'd gone out
drinking with a friend. Hugh was physically his opposite: A bit on
the short side, a little overweight, perhaps, but..they had quite a
bit in common. They'd met in college, hit it off, and been friends
ever since. "Dude, you're just trying too hard," he'd said.
"It's a first date. Just have a good time yourself, show
her a good time, and worry about getting to know her if she
asks for a second one. Works great for me!" He punctuated this
with a chug and a burp.
"Yeah, sure. When's the last time
you even had a date?"
"Cold, dude. But—seriously—last
month. We had fun, even if we weren't interested in each other
in the end. I still got her digits."
"What, her ears not pointy enough
for you?" If there was any interest the two of them didn't have
in common, it was Hugh's specific attraction to certain...non-human
features. Or, to put it much more bluntly, his catgirl fetish. Reed
was pretty sure he had a body pillow hidden in that closet he
wouldn't let him open up when they were in his apartment together.
"Hey, hey, it's not a must!"
Ever since the revelation that cat-people, and by extension catgirls,
were real, his interest seemed to have shifted out of fantasy and
into his actual wishlist for a potential partner. Just—supposedly—not
too high on that list. "Anyway, look, some of my
old dates still hang out with me 'cause I don't go into it with that
kinda pressure on my mind."
Shaking his head, Reed sighed at the
mirror again. I just want to fall in love with someone, he
thought—and quickly added, ..who loves me back. Was it too
much to believe that that sort of thing was real? He had to admit
that Hugh was right, too; his way of dating probably wasn't going to
forge romantic relationships when it didn't even seem able to build
friendships. Maybe dating just wasn't the right way to go for him.
But then..what was?
He turned away from the mirror without
an answer. But, unseen to him, his reflection turned back around to
watch him walk back to his bed, holding a hand up to his chin and
rubbing it, thinking. By the time he'd turned around where he could
see it again, the mirror was back to normal, his reflected self in
the expected position once more.
The following morning, Reed got out of
bed as he always did and groggily stumbled over to the shower,
nursing a reasonably mild hangover headache. It washed away in the
hot water, thankfully, but as his head cleared he noticed something a
little bit odd. He was washing his hair, and as he ran his hands
through the shampooed locks they seemed to find more to comb through
than he was quite used to. After rinsing, he brushed at the
freshly-cleaned mane and found it reaching very nearly down to his
shoulders in the back, bangs hanging nearly long enough to get in his
eyes in the front and the sides falling low enough to brush across
his cheeks. Somehow, in the course of a single night, he'd gained
several inches of length in hair.
A look in the mirror while he toweled
off brought further strangeness into view; his hair color was off a
shade or two. Its usual dark brown had faded to a lighter tint, still
pretty dark but noticeably different to eyes expecting the usual one.
And yet...his first thought, looking at the altered hair, was that it
looked...nice. Even though he had no idea how it had happened, it was
hard not to just shrug it off and move on with his day; if it
bothered him, haircuts and even dyes were readily available. It was
more or less out of his mind by the time he went to work.
Reed worked at a gym, a mixture of
physical trainer and nutrition coach with a number of regular
customers. If his job didn't involve his constant presence at a place
full of fitness machines, he probably never would've maintained his
physique. Around lunchtime, he found himself pulling at his tank top
a bit, as it felt a little loose around the shoulders and waist.
Thinking back to the morning, he was almost sure it had been pretty
tight on him then, but there was always a bit of doubt, and it
slipped his mind again when it was time to get back to work.
Separately from that, one of his regulars a little while after lunch
seemed to have..grown a few inches in height, he thought? It seemed
to him that way because they had always been right at the same
height, but Reed's eye level was around the man's chin now. People
usually didn't grow so much this late into life, and neither of the
commented on it—it seemed like an odd thing to bring up, and
unimportant to his work, as the man was no less fit than before.
His phone rang as he got to his car
after work. "Yoo!" It was Hugh. "You got a hot date
tonight?"
"No. I'm thinking about giving up
on that for a while," he admitted, sitting in the car. Locks of
hair a paler brown than that morning just barely brushed across his
shoulders as he leaned his head to one side to keep talking on the
one while using his hands to throw his stuff in the passenger seat.
"Cool. Let's get chicken wings.
I'm buyin'!"
"Hahh, okay," Reed said. "I
gotta go change first."
"A'right. See you there!"
Between setting the phone down and
starting to drive, Reed took a moment to readjust the seat, pulling
it forward, and then move the mirrors a bit, angling the rearview one
down some. Satisfied that he could drive comfortably now, he took off
for home, throwing off his clothes and taking a quick shower to wash
the sweat off once he got there.
This shower proved at least as strange
as the one in the morning. As he ran the rag across his body, it kept
picking up hair. It was as if he was shedding, the hair from his face
down steadily thinning out more and more through the course of the
shower until it was quite nearly gone. He ran a hand along an arm
from the shoulder down, then both hands down his sides; it wasn't
just hairless but soft, smooth, wonderfully pleasant to the touch.
This was...again, bizarre, but he rather liked it.
After toweling off he absently ran a
comb through his hair, neatly brushing some light brown tresses down
to a few inches past his shoulders on the sides and back, and stared
at his face. He'd gotten so used to having at least eternal stubble;
it looked rather good this way, fully smooth with soft hair framing
it at the sides and top. It looked...cute? And, he liked it that way.
While he wondered why he liked his face looking cute, he
didn't feel particularly worried about it, either; much like the
other things he'd noticed throughout the day, he liked the end result
too much to really complain.
The hem of the shirt he pulled on fell
several inches farther than usual, and like his tank top it was kind
of loose on his shoulders and waist. His boxers and pants, on the
other hand, seemed slightly tight on the hips and upper legs, but not
quite enough to be uncomfortable. With that, he was ready to go out
for dinner.
Hugh stared at him as he walked in and
sat down. "Whoa, what happened to you?" he said finally
after a pause almost long enough to be awkward.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Reed
said.
"You uh..like...and," his
friend said incoherently, gesturing back at him in a vain effort to
make this more clear. "I mean, look at your hair,"
he settled on finally.
"Oh? Yeah," he said,
unconsciously reaching up a hand to run through it. "It was long
like this when I woke up this morning. You like it?"
"I..?" Hugh looked confused
and flustered for a second, before responding, "I guess so? I
mean, it doesn't look bad on you, but..back up a minute. Your
hair grew that much overnight? And, is it just me or is the
color different too?"
"Yeah, it is," Reed nodded.
"I don't really know why, but I like it. I'm thinking of letting
it grow out even longer, honestly."
"Oh? Well, uh..cool. I guess."
By this point it had become clear to Hugh just how little his friend
was bothered by the hair, and he wasn't quite perceptive enough to
pick out the other, stranger changes right away. Anyway, he was
committed to helping his friend feel better, and pestering him about
the bizarre changes wasn't going to accomplish that.
Indeed, Reed drove home from that
encounter feeling a lot better. At least he had a friend who
understood him, he thought. At a traffic light he had to pause to
adjust the mirror again; he could've sworn he'd gotten it
right that afternoon, too. He walked into his apartment building,
enjoying the feeling of a gentle wind caressing his hair, blowing it
out behind him and then letting it fall back down onto his upper
back. Later that night, he threw off his pants and climbed into bed
feeling optimistic about tomorrow, paying little mind to the hem of
his shirt trailing halfway down his thighs.
The next morning, when Reed sat up, he
felt the weight of hair as far down as his upper waist, nearly long
enough to touch the bed beneath him. Running a hand through it to
examine it, he found its color even more faded than before, the brown
starting to wash out entirely, and..smiled. It was weird, but he kind
of thought a pure, pale white would be ideal. He stood up and
stretched, arching his spine back quite a bit farther than usual but
finding it quite easy to do so. His body overall felt oddly loose and
limber, he thought, and wandered over to the room's mirror out of a
sort of idle curiosity, pulling his loose t-shirt up and off of him
with ease before tossing it away behind him.
"Huh.." The body that greeted
him that morning was very different from the one he'd seen two nights
before. His skin was smooth, soft and hairless, sure, but also gone
now were his well-defined biceps and abs. His limbs looked no less
athletic, sure, but they were far slimmer than before, and there was
only a faint, barely-visible six-pack left to his belly.
And...looking carefully, he thought his body overall seemed trimmer
than before, like his frame had been taken in a couple inches or so.
No wonder his tops were getting so loose, he thought, and
then—thinking back to how long they were getting—turned and
looked for a measuring tape to confirm something else.
Putting his foot on the tab and drawing
it up until the top was about at the top of his head, he locked it
and turned it where he could see the result. Indeed, over the past
day or so he'd lost more than a foot of height. And
yet..looking around, he felt quite comfortable with his newly
diminished stature. Perhaps, the bizarre thought came to him, he'd
simply been far too big before; wasn't this a lot better?
And..much like everything else..it was. He sauntered off to the
shower, aware he'd spent enough time on self-examination and it was
high time to get started with his day.
In the shower, Reed ran his hands
through his long, luxurious hair, enjoying the feel of it, until his
fingers finally happened to brush across his ears, making him jerk
and shudder just slightly at a weird feeling. He paused, carefully
poking his hands through the hair to try to identify the source of
that, and quickly determined that his ears were covered in
fuzz—short, soft hairs that were pleasant to the touch. They also
seemed to enhance the physical sensitivity of his ears themselves by
quite a bit, which explained why that first unexpected touch had
caused such a reaction. Further probing found his ears were bigger
than usual, and their upper tips tapered a bit oddly. Did he..like,
this, too? Well, it wasn't too bad, he decided after a bit.
A few people questioned his change of
appearance at work, but at the same time those questions were
unusually easy to deflect, he thought. The changes were, admittedly,
quite drastic by now, but everyone still seemed to recognize him
right away and also seemed more interested in letting him work than
trying to figure out any of the how or why. At lunch his hair was
longer than it had been when he woke up, he observed, finding it
necessary to brush it back to avoid sitting on the very ends of it.
And his ears, covertly examined in the middle of the lunch break when
nobody was looking, were bigger than before, the fuzz a little
longer, too.
The last traces of masculine muscle had
disappeared by the time he came home for another shower and threw off
his clothes to look. His body looked so soft, and smooth,
and..lovely, he thought. His hair's color was almost entirely gone,
clearly approaching that snowy white he'd found himself wanting that
morning. Tugging at an ear, Reed was able to pull it out past his
hair to look at it; it was getting pretty big, the fuzz now looking
almost like white fur on it, and was taking on an increasingly
triangular shape. With a slow grin creeping across his face as he
realized the end result of this strange transformation, Reed went
over to the phone to send his friend a couple of texts.
After the shower, the reply came; Hugh
was happy to meet him at another restaurant to let him repay the
favor of the night before. So, once he was fully clothed again, Reed
headed out to meet his friend, taking care to adjust the mirror and
seat for possibly the final time.
They wound up meeting in the parking
lot, Hugh coming out of his car around the same time as his friend.
"Duude, what even..?" he said, both of them readily
noticing how very much he'd shrunk. Hugh was now the taller of the
two, by three or four inches—enough that Reed had to look up just a
bit to be looking him in the eyes and not the chin.
"Yeah, I know. Something really
weird's happened to me over the last couple of days," Reed
admitted. "Honestly, I uh, wanted to talk to you about it?"
He waved toward the restaurant.
"Y-yeah, okay."
On their way in, Reed found his tongue
idly sliding around his teeth for a moment, and noticed something
different about them, too.
"Alright, so..look," he said
once they were seated. "I think I know—not exactly why
and definitely not how, but...okay, so check this out." Reed
pulled back his hair a bit to show the odd-looking ears, then opened
his mouth and pointed out some fangs in his teeth. "See that?
And..with the long hair, and shrinking..."
"You, y-y-you're..?" Hugh
leaned back, eyes wide in astonishment.
"Uh-huh. It seems like I'm turning
into a catgirl. Orr, at least a very catgirl-ish guy."
"No way. Noo way," he shook
his head. "I mean—I know, you know I've always, but I'd
never..."
"Hey, don't think it's your
fault. Not that it could be either of our fault, anyway, but...look.
Night before last I wished, pretty hard, that I could fall in love
with someone. I wonder if this is..something's idea of how to grant
that wish?" Reed said, leaning toward his friend slightly.
"Yeah? Well, i-if so it's kinda,
screwed up isn't it? I-I mean, someone totally transforming you just
to suit what I like?"
"No, no," Reed shook his
head. "I like this too. Like I said yesterday, it's—somehow I
enjoy this? Every new thing I noticed that's happened to me, I like
the way I look more. I'm, even, starting to envision what the 'end
product' might look like. In the sense of, eagerly anticipating it."
"R-really?" He nodded again.
"That's uh..good? I mean, it doesn't seem like whoever's doing
this is giving you a choice in the matter?"
"Maybe they are," Reed
shrugged. "So the more I keep approving of it, the more it
continues.
"Did you notice my uh, voice is
different since we came in?" Indeed, the deep, male tones of his
voice had steadily been melting away throughout this conversation,
and by now the pitch of his speech was a high tenor at the lowest.
"Wh—no way! Already?"
"Hmm, I wouldn't say that,"
Reed said. "I mean, it's been two whole days before it changed
at all. But it is going pretty fast, huh? Aa~aah," he
sang quietly, listening to the tone change ever so slightly even
mid-note.
They ordered their food; Reed found
himself craving seafood, so he went for that. Maybe being a catgirl
was going to be more than skin deep, he thought, and then remembered
just how flexible and limber he felt. Maybe a test would be in order,
but..later.
"How're you gonna, deal with this,
though? I-I mean, is your job gonna accept you suddenly looking
totally different, and like, being a girl?"
"I don't know. But I already
looked pretty different today, and didn't have too many
problems. I think there's supposed to be stuff in place for this kind
of thing anyway. Guess I'll have to research it pretty soon, huh."
His voice grew more feminine-sounding almost by the word, sliding
toward a low, mature alto. He could feel his ears moving ever so
slightly now, their fur reporting movement through the soft hair as
they slowly stretched themselves up and outward.
Halfway through the meal, Reed leaned
in, a sly grin on his face. "Hey.."
"W-what?" Hugh blushed in
spite of himself; the combination of that voice with the cute face,
pretty hair, and those ears...!
"I think it's probably gonna
finish tonight. Can I, come to your place? It's hard to explain but,
I really don't wanna be alone for the...big change."
"Um..sure...but..are you
sure? I mean, isn't this kinda playing into the hands
of...whatever's, doing this to you?"
"That's okay with me," he
said, leaning back again but not losing the grin. "I like
their plan so far."
"Um..okay, then. Sure."
By the end of dinner, Reed had fully
grow a tall, triangular pair of white-furred feline ears. They stood
up and turned flexibly at the slightest command, twitched around
involuntarily when he wasn't paying attention, and seemed to pick up
on sounds and movements of air far better than they ever had as human
ears. Again—he quite enjoyed this. His hair was only faintly tinted
in color, and fell all the way down to his hips now, he found as he
walked out to the car; his boxers and pants felt especially tight
against his hips and thighs, which seemed to have rounded out even
more over the course of supper. His height seemed to be the same as
it had been when he'd gotten up that morning, as no more adjustments
were necessary in the car. Before long, he found himself following
his friend up some stairs to his apartment.
"So, uh.." They stood
awkwardly in the living room, Hugh rubbing the back of his head
nervously. "..Now what?"
"I guess I just need to wait,"
Reed said. "Can we sit down?"
"S-sure."
After the cat-eared man took a seat on
the couch, his friend went out of his way to take a separate chair
across from him. No sooner were they settled, and one or both of them
about to say something, when Reed detected a faint tugging sensation
between his legs. "Oh. Um.." It made his cheeks
feel...warm. He hadn't physically felt
any of the changes before now, but now he was keenly aware of
something shrinking away down there. "T-there it goes," he
mumbled, squirming in his seat slightly.
Then: "Aah..mmngh.." He
gasped, a high, girlish gasp, at a slightly sharper tug, and then a
quite feline "Mrr~roow~wrr..!" came from his lips as he
felt his manhood actually melting away, pleasant tingles accompanying
the vanishing of things he'd had down between his legs his entire
life. This was followed by a girlish "Aa—aa~aAAaahh..!"
as new equipment formed into place all at once, even more pleasant
tingles coming from her womanhood as all the necessary parts gently
pushed themselves up into place to cement her body's complete change
of sex.
"HFff, fff...oo~oh, that
felt...nice," she admitted, still quite enjoying the way all
that had made her feel. Looking over at her friend, she saw him
blushing furiously, and found it...very cute. He looked pretty
good overall, she thought; part of her wondered how she hadn't
noticed it before, but then she also hadn't been a girl
before.
These thoughts were interrupted by a
pushing sensation from the new girl's lower back, something making
its way out from the base of her spine. "Aah!" she cried,
startled, scooting herself up in her seat a bit to turn and look at
the source of the sensation. Right away she saw it: A line of soft
white fur making its way out past the hem of her shirt, a cute feline
tail to match her ears. "Mmh, mrr~rrow?" She found herself
making more feline noises as the new appendage twitched back and
forth, feeling the air play across it as it continued to grow longer
and longer. She put a small, delicate hand around it and felt the fur
brush through her fingers as it steadily grew out, until finally it
was done, a luxurious white tail which was at least no shorter than
one of her arms. But it was a little hard to measure with the way it
kept twitching around excitedly back and forth.
"Ooh, uh..r-really cat,"
she said, turning around to her friend again. The expression on his
face now was priceless; he'd been flustered before but what
was there now was clearly the face of a man whose deepest fantasies
were coming to life right in front of him. So..he liked the tail too,
she concluded, a sly grin playing across her face once again right
along with a blush at the realization that her new form was being
admired in that way.
But then, once again, she was
interrupted by another rapid change. This one came in the form of a
tingling at first, all across her chest but especially right around
the nipples. It drew a shudder from her first, then a small "Mrrnh?"
at the strange feeling of her nipples slowly spreading out wider and
longer. Then, as she felt them pushing forward, drawing little bumps
of skin out behind them which revealed quite how sensitive they now
were as they brushed against the cloth of her oversized t-shirt, she
let out a much more human "AaaAAaa~ah!" and began to squirm
in her seat all over again. "Mn, mmMmnh..!" Her newfound
womanhood was starting to enjoy this too, she found, as a second wave
of pleasure hit her from down there and drove ever more heat into her
cheeks. The little bumps, meanwhile, steadily expanded out, gaining
both more height and width by the second. The bumps were starting to
visibly tent out the front of her shirt, displaying to all her new
sex if everything else didn't make it clear enough.
"Mmh, mrrRroo~ow..!" She felt
her ears lowering to the sides, her tail flicking around even more
furiously than before. Her new breasts, already big enough for some
adults, just wouldn't stop filling out! "Mrrnh, aah, a~aah..!"
They continued to push their way forward, deeply sensitive skin
pushing against her shirt, and she gave in more and more to the
deeply pleasant feelings this gave her. "Aa~aahnn..!" The
growth, in fact, seemed to accelerate now, as her entire being seemed
to want, need, the sensations to continue, her body to end up
with not merely a nice but an amazing figure that would drive
any of the girls she'd dated before to envy. And, indeed, her body
seemed to acquiesce this desire in other ways too, her male-sized
bottoms squeezing tighter against the hips spreading out, butt
puffing back behind her, and thighs steadily thickening, giving her
the lower third of a generous hourglass figure she was clearly
destined for as the globes on her chest continued to grow..!
"MrRREEaAaAooOOo~oow!" Just
when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Reed finally felt her
breasts give one final, violent push, this also drawing the loudest,
most excited noise from her throat yet, as they expanded an entire
cup size further, ending as a large, generous pair of globes fit to
drive any man wild. But, as she slowly opened her eyes and took in
the world again—for the first time as a fully-fledged catgirl—she
couldn't help but feel there was only one person she really
wanted to drive wild. The pleased, mischievous smile appeared on her
lips to stay this time as she looked across the way at her friend,
having some very different thoughts about their relationship from
those she ever would've considered having just a couple of nights
before.
"Hh, heheh," she giggled
softly, pushing herself up onto her feet. There was some difficulty
balancing there, but her new tail seemed keen to help her along as
she took a couple of steps forward, toward the chair. "Hey, how
do I look to you, huh?"
"Uh, um.." The slowly
increasing proximity of the gorgeous catgirl left Hugh too flustered
for words. Seeing this, she paused, drawing herself fully upright—and
pushing at her pants with a hand, letting them slip off her hips and
expose her slender, soft legs from the lower thighs down. "Well?"
"Y-you're..I-I mean, if I'd just,
if I didn't know you and just, like, we'd just met, I'd
say...um.."
"Yes?"
"Y-you're the most beautiful girl
I've ever seen," he said quietly, seriously. "Real or not.
Or...like, imagined even. You're just..perfect."
"Good." She nodded, and
strode closer, letting her hips sway ever so slightly.
It was impossible to really play
coy with her tail whipping around behind her excitedly and her face
burning with a deeper blush the closer she got to him, but...it
didn't really matter anyway. Her friend was sufficiently stunned that
he neither fled nor resisted when she got right in front of him and
leaned down and forward before falling directly onto him, pulling her
arms around him and one knee on either side of one of his legs, and
immediately pressed her lips onto his, initiating a long, passionate
kiss that he took very little time to return, followed quickly by
reciprocating the embrace as well.
Eventually they broke it off, but she
took care to stay barely an inch away from his face, enjoying
everything from his expression to the sound of his beating heart to
his scent, which she seemed to have a better sense for as
well, at least a little bit. "Ah, um.." he stammered after
a second. "A-are you sure?"
"Sure what?"
"I-I mean, uh. W-with a body like
that, you could, you could probably have anyone, y-you
wanted..like.."
"Well, I don't want
anyone," she said, and then leaned half of the scant inch
between them forward to whisper: "I want you," and
deliver another lengthy, paralyzing kiss.
A month or so later, Hugh came home to
his apartment to find the white-haired catgirl standing there in what
could generously be called about a tenth of a maid-uniform-costume,
tugging at the edges of it a bit nervously. "Hey."
"Uuh...y-you're home early."
"Mm-hm." He was already
showing some marked improvements, the part of her brain she used for
her job noted; a month or two more and he might even be showing some
muscle. Not that his body was what the rest of her really
cared about, as she blushed up at him, feeling her ears lower
steadily to the side again. "My last appointment canceled, sooo
I..you like it?"
"It's uh..it makes a statement,
all right," he said, coming closer. "I think, like, maybe
it relies too much on the body wearing it to really look good. On
you, though..yeah. Totally."
"Heheh." She strode up to
him, letting her tail whip around freely, and pulled him down into a
hug. "You're getting better at playing it cool, dear~, but you
still need some practice."
The kiss which followed was no less
exciting for either of them than the first one; if anything, it was
even better, especially if one included in consideration what it led
to.
I like the gradual change in this one.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you could have titled it "Wishing for Love"?
Maybe. I think I felt something like that sounded too generic, although I admit this title is only less so by being a bit more odd.
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