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After the elevator ride down, Chance exited into the lobby and passed the receptionist at the desk without noticing the tan striped tom in long sleeved shirt in khakis eyeballing her in silence, captivated by her beauty (and booty) as her hips swayed in her walk.

She stepped outside and walked towards her truck, already feeling the sun beating down on her with rising temperatures along with feeling the sizzling hot concrete beneath her feet. But she paid it no mind as there were important matters to attend to such as finding the offending soda machine and to reverse this gender mess. She hopped into the vehicle and drove quickly into through the city to the spot near where she stopped for yesterday's lunch. Of course, she didn't drove too fast or risk getting a speeding ticket and to explain why she has 'someone else's' driver's license. Well, she could use her new beauty to put the charms on any male cop and get a warning out of it.

She reached her destination near the convenience store and parallel parked. She briskly walked towards the location of the vending machine with his hips swaying, getting the attention of onlookers, mainly male. She picked up some utterances about her body and looks from them. It annoyed her, but couldn't deny that a part of her liked the attention.

In fact, she realized something different about herself as well as the males around her: their scent.

Thanks to the extremely hot weather and sweat, it was easy to pick up the smell of others just by taking a whiff of the stale air. Of course, her scent was different from her male self as it isn't as musky as it was before. But the odor coming from nearby toms felt stronger along with smelling more alluring and enticing that it downright scared her that she was ogling nearby toms and being more attractive them. She shook such thoughts out of her head for now as she pressed on. Even passing by Pop's Newsstand, the white furred tom from yesterday, now wearing a purple tank top, stared at her with eyes peeking through the bangs of his hair.

She finally gotten to the alleyway and turned into it, only to receive a great shock.

"It's...it's gone! But how-?!"

She ran to where the vending machine used to be and just looked at the empty space in disbelief. It's like it just vanished into thin air! She collapsed on her knees in defeat, feeling hopeless. Her eyes getting misty with tears forming and at the thought of being stuck as a female for the rest of her life. Then, her mind reeled onto a thought.

Maybe they realized how a crummy spot this place was and took it somewhere else? It was a bit of stretch to do this in less of a day, but it's the only kind of hope she can grasp onto right now. Well, the convenience store clerk didn't know about the machine, but maybe the guy at the newsstand might have seen something since he was more nearby. It was worth a shot to ask him.

She left the alleyway and back towards Pop's. When the tom saw her, he wound up staring at her tits and acted timid in front of her for reasons unware to her.

"Hey, pally, eyes up here! Got a question for ya!"

"Y-yes, ma'am?" He said nervously, finding hard to keep contact and glaring at her breasts from time to time.

"Did you see anyone take a vending machine from that alley over there yesterday or even earlier today?" she said pointing to the direction she just came from.

"No, bro-er ma'am, haven't seen anyone take anything yesterday or today. Definitely not around here."

Chance was taken aback from his answer.

"Thanks..." she said, adding a sigh of defeat and headed back to her truck depressed. It was back to square one with her only lead gone. How can it be? How can such a heavy machine just disappear into thin air? Like it grew legs and walked away? Yet as she became perplexed about it, another question did come to mind.

What was up with that guy's reaction to her boobs? Okay sure, they were big. Bigger than most females she knew and noticeable, but still what was his deal?

She found her answer quickly when passing by a store window and saw her reflection.

"EEEEK!" she shrieked and covered her chest. Apparently, she was too busy soda searching quest she didn't realized how much she sweated to the point that her shirt was completely drenched. Making her tits somewhat transparent through it with perked up nipples too like wet t-shirt night at Hooters (or whatever is the Megakat City equivalent, Milkers maybe?).

'Great...Just great! Now I need to get a bra!' She grumbled inwardly.

And with that thought, she got into her ride and was soon on the road, looking for the nearest Cattoria's Secret. After weaving through the metropolis maze, she finally found one, but unfortunately it was near a construction site that closed some of the nearby parking and taking up nearly an entire street. Meaning she had to park further down and had to walk, passing the work zone.

After parking and stepping out into the boiling air, she briskly hurried to the lingerie store. As she drew near the site along the chain linked fence, she could see the men carrying tools and utilizing them, mapping out blueprints and other things. The men with bulky muscles outlined by their sweaty white T's and overalls, making Chance feel hot and bothered, having certain thoughts that she quickly shook from her mind. Added to the scene is the smell of sulfur or akin to rotten eggs permeated the air as well as the deafening din of jackhammers, bulldozers and cranes.

Her ears did pick up something else too, the comments from some of the crew. Comments from those that caught sight of her that simultaneously got on her nerves yet got her to blush.

"Whoa, look at that fine feline!"

"Yeah, now that's a pretty kitty I like to settle with!"

"Heh, heh, got milk, babe?"

With a huff, she just quickly walked to the end of the street where the work zone ended. But before she reached the intersection, her eyes caught sight of a tom on the site's edge working a jackhammer. Standing at six feet tall, the tom had jet black fur from head to toe and a pantherlike tail. He had a handsome face with deep jawline, pink nose, short length whiskers, and hazelnut colored eyes. And his muscles and body mass resembled an Adonis like figure, in between a runner's and bodybuilder's build. He saw her and waved at her before going back to work.

Chance didn't know why but she felt her body becoming hot like a fever coursing throughout her being, her face flushed, her tail swished behind her, and her heart thumped rapidly. Such a stud! Oh, how she can imagine her being in his strong arms, both cuddled together lying nak-

'GAH! St-stop thinking about that!' she mentally scolded herself. She rushed toward the traffic light and pressed the crosswalk button repeatedly more than necessary. When the light switched, she walked across the street and found herself in front of the one-story purple lingerie store with Cattoria's Secret in pink cursive letters.

She stepped inside letting the cool AC air blast over her. She eyed over the pink and white striped wall papered store as her nose picked up the scent of lilac and jasmine perfume that had a relaxing affect. White painted steel racks, shelves, and display tables filled to the rim with bras, panties, and night gowns along with body lotions, perfumes, soaps and other kind of beauty products.

As a male, he always thought of being dragged into these by the molly of his dreams, Callie Briggs pending or not, out of reluctance. Not actually getting undergarments for herself!

After greeting the Siamese colored cat with short black hair by register counters, she wandered around the store, seeing the vast array of bras and panties organized by cup size from A to D to even pass J and by color ranging from red to black to pink to gold. She oddly found herself becoming picky about what to get.

'Maybe this pair...it looks pretty cute. Ooh! This one is very lacy and- Uh ...wha- what am I saying!? Just grab a pair and get outta there!' she mentally commanded.

She grabbed two sets of lingerie, one red and one black, and purchased them at the register before heading out the door. In front of the shop, she looked at the small white handled paper bag that held the bought goods.

'Man, $35 for a couple of bras and panties? Why would females spend so much for these things?' she inquired inwardly. But she couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to buy more for herself. A change of wardrobe seems warranted under these circumstances even to her dismay. She can't be wearing large and loose male clothing all the time until she manages to fix her woman problem. If she can that is.

Speaking of which, she reminded about her work attire and needed to find new coveralls. Fortunately, the block she was on was filled with clothing stores, stretching towards the next couple of streets over. Along the way to find an outfitter for maintenance workers, she passed by plenty shops where she paused to see some of the apparel on display behind stickered clear windows on tables and mannequins.

'Hmm...that one blue dress is pretty...and that other one looks f-...Ugh, not again! Stay focused, Chance! Besides they cost over hundreds of bucks!' she mentally berated.

Along the way, she found herself going on a little shopping spree, purchasing an arm full of bags of clothing. Mainly, the things that she wanted such as shirts and shorts, but thanks to pervading feminine impulses she bought some of the girlish ones with words like 'Cute' and 'Hot' etc. Such as a pink shirt with a purple heart in the center, a black shirt with blue cat eyes and long lashes embedded in white gems, a yellow shirt with the word 'Sexy' written in blue cursive, and others along with Daisy Duke like jean denim shorts.

After managing to get her new purple coveralls at a nearby Worker's Wearhouse, she headed back to her truck with big haul of clothing bags.

'Great, just great, I spent nearly over 150 bucks today! Ugh, I need to stop or else I'm not going to get any groceries this weekend.' She thought. '...but it's strange, why did shopping feel so...good and fun? Is this why mollies are so into it?'

While lost in her thoughts as she walked, the sounds of jackhammers broke her mental state. She was at the construction site again. Traveling along the fence, she looked at the sea of sweaty studs from before, feeling the heat. A certain kind of heat between her legs. She even spotted the black furred tom from before working underneath the building's steel beam skeleton, striking a malleable metal sheet with a sledgehammer. The tom paused to wipe the sweat from his brow to look over behind him, seeing her with armloads of bags. Like déjà vu, he smiled and waved at her before going back to work.

And like before, Chance blushed with her heart racing fast. Lewd thoughts were about to penetrate her mind before she shook her head out of the trance and quickened her pace back to her ride.

She shoved the bags into the truck's backseat and hopped into in the front seat, soon back on the road. As it reached pass noon, her aching stomach signaled that it was time for lunch. A trip to the nearest Burger Queen for a large meal would usually do the trick. It wasn't too far from where she was and headed there, taking the drive thru.

After ordering a BBQ rib and onion burger with large fries and drink, she stopped in the parking lot to eat. It was only halfway into the meal she started to feel full, leaving a half-eaten burger and half the fries. Upon this, she had another revelation about herself.

"Great, my stomach and appetite had changed as well. It's now smaller!" she said with a huff. "At least, I'll have the leftovers for dinner tonight."

Soon, she was back on the road, traveling homebound. After arriving in the parking lot, she grabbed her bags and leftovers and headed to her apartment room. Along the way though, she had a couple of guys, wanting to help her with her bags. But she declined their offer and hurried back to her place, trying to hide another blushed furred face.

She opened the door to her apartment where the air conditioner did little to change the temperature within. She set the half eaten fast food on the kitchen table and laid the shopping bags next to her bed, not bothering to put them away. Just feeling way too hot and tired from today's events.

She sniffed the air a bit, only to scrunch her face in disgust from the stench of sweat. Even slightly late in the afternoon, she felt a shower was needed to freshen up and cool down. She stripped from her wet clothes that clung to her fur, tossing them into the closet hamper and sunk deep into it due to their weight. If she were to wring them, they would have filled a bucket over halfway.

In the bathroom, she got into the tub and turned the shower on, full blast on the cold setting, making her nipples erect. She jumped a bit at the feeling of icy water splashing against her fur, but soon relaxed as her body adjusted.

"Mmmmuuuuuurrrrrr.....oooohh~!" she mewed, discovering how much her fur and skin were sensitive as the water caressed and soaked her frame.

After her shower, she dried off and like last night, decided to go in her (new) birthday suit to get cooler. She decided to watch some TV to kill some time before dinner. Sitting in the recliner with remote in hand, she turned on the tube and channel surfed for a while. Just as she thought, nothing on. Only some cheesy soaps, infomercials, and some gameshows. That is, until she came across one channel that was broadcasting a bodybuilding contest on Anakata Island. Maybe this could be something of interest to watch for a bit.

"And now next up on stage, we have Stanley Studswell, contestant #4." Said the announcer, a pale ash colored cat with short curly hair and glasses, wearing a yellow and grey plaid jacket with a red bow tie and khakis.

The tom that went on stage was dark brown tom with a yellow hair done in a buzzcut and was wearing nothing but a red speedo. But the noticeable thing was his body is huge! Built with mountainous muscles that bulged from the neck down. Bulking biceps and thunderous thighs and calves on his arms and legs, thick pecs as large steaks, and washboard abs. The guy performed many flexes and poses to the camera, showing off his body mass in any way possible for the judges. But the real 'show' was the package he was sporting in his speedo that didn't leave much to the imagination, probably should have been censored.

And this was enough to be a turn on for her as she felt her face flush a beet red and heat rising within her esp. below the waistline. She continued to watch on, having the same reaction with the other huge hunks on glorious display. Lewd thoughts entered her mind about cuddling into their muscular bods and arms, having their strong hands touch and massage her, even piloting their shift sticks into her cockpit.

"Pppuuuuurrrrrrrr~..." she moaned at such fantasies with closed eyes.

Subconsciously, her fingers played with her vag, rubbing, massaging and even inserting them in and out. She panted harder as she pumped them faster. And then soon...

"Muuurrrrooooooooooh~....Ah-!" she orgasmed as feminine juice let loose onto the recliner seat. Breathing hard and when seeing the puddle of cum on the seat cushion, she soon came to her senses and realized what she had done, slightly in a panic.

'Ugh, I need to control myself. I just masturbated to (hot) guys and it wasn't even porn!' she thought to herself. Those female hormones were setting in hard.

She flipped through the channels to something else to clear her mind, ending up on an action movie for a couple of hours, even had to admit that the hero did have a nice-looking bod.

As the evening rolled on, she ate her dinner of lunch leftovers, watched more TV, put up her new coveralls in the closet, and took another cold shower. It was ten o'clock now as she lied on her bed coverless. She let the ceiling fan lulled her into a deep sleep like the night before, hopefully a dreamless sleep. But of course, this won't be the case...

Chance awoke with a start as he found himself in a familiar setting. A reddish, grey metallic interior of an airship with giant pistons working in overtime with gears grinding and turning in the background.

But then another realization struck him as he looked down. He was naked! His bits and piece exposed to the elements. In attempt to cover himself, he tried to move only to find his wrists bound in chains and shackles above his head along with his ankles. Straining and struggling to break free proven to be futile and just tired him.

"What the heck is going here?!" he yelled to receive any answer.

As if on cue, in front of him, four spotlights from the floor revealed a metallic table built into the floor. Someone stood in front of the table, back turned to him and wore a long dark colored military cape with tassels along with a big militaristic hat, something that Chance recognized all too well.

"Boy, Turmoil, you really like to skip to the foreplay don't ya? And no dinner?" he joked to get her attention and making light of his situation. "But really can I have my clothes back on?"

"Who said I was Turmoil?" said a familiar voice as the figure turned around to reveal it be Chance! Er, his female self! Who apparently was showing it all, revealing her tits and pussy to the tom in front of her. Chance was awestruck at first but then fear started to sink as he spotted what the she-kat was holding in her hand, a bottle of Kat-A-Tonic.

"What's wrong, Chancey-poo? Cat got your tongue? Purrrrrrr~!" she said as she approached seductively towards him.

"Now be a good kitty and drink uuu~p!" she spoke airily as she brought the bottle to his mouth. "Embrace your femininity!"

Chance tightened his lips and moved his head in refusal, like a baby not wanting to drink from the bottle.

"Aww, is this how you're gonna be? Then how about this!" she exclaimed as she grabbed the tom's nuts and gave them a good squeeze, causing him to yelp in turn. A perfect opportunity for her to jam the bottle into his mouth, forcing him to chug down the contents.

"*Hack! - No! - *Cough!" Chance sputtered while catching his breath.

The familiar shocking feeling came to him yet felt pleasurable too as he let out a moan. The changes came sooner than it did before. Legs became slimmer with feet shrunk to smaller sizes with dainty toes. Same went with his now slender arms and hands with longer nails/claws which fortunately let him slip out of his shackles. He felt his pelvis cracked as his hips flared to child bearing levels with a thinned waist to accommodate. His dick and balls shriveled until they disappeared so a fleshy pair of lips take their place. His chest blossomed to watermelon sized FF cups. Long flowing hair grew from his scalp and his face became feminine and rounder.

"No....please...change...change me back!" the now molly pleaded as she knelt on the ground.

"Come on, Chancy! This is the REAL you now! And besides the fun has just begun!" the twin pointed to a dark spot of the room that suddenly lit up to reveal a neatly decorated king size bed covered in red and purple rose petals. On top of that bed were a couple of familiar toms lying in the nude. One was from the body building show that she watched earlier, Stanley Studswell in his all muscular glory with his throbbing foot length shaft. Just looking at the sight of him made her feel weak kneed and blush a deep red, looking away towards the other familiar tom she knew...

"Co-commander Feral?!" she exclaimed in total shock.

"Come and join the fun! Maybe I'll promote you as my Molly of the Month if you do." The Enforcer chief said, following it with a sexy growl.

Chance couldn't believe what she was hearing and seeing. And from Feral no less! She tried looking away from his former boss's bare body, but found herself just staring at him more immensely. Staring hard at Feral's sculpted brown furred bod with tight six pack abs and hard pecs. And that chiseled chin of his and whisker mustache to boot. She even got a look at his ten-inch meat shaft, standing and throbbing proudly. Kats alive, was...was his commander always this much of a hunk?

'N-no...No! I can't be thinking about him like that! He's...he's a total jerk! ...He fired me! He... He... he's...such a... hot tom! And...has... such a... big dick too! Mmmmmrrrrr...Puurrrrrr...Ooooooh this pussy likes!'

A feminine and horny mindset grew more dominant within her as her male one waned and became silent, putting up little to no resistance. The twin seemed to have disappeared, now that it had done its duty. Chance made her way towards the beefy males in a sultry fashion with her child bearing hips swaying. She climbed onto the bed, lying on top of her former boss as he embraced her. Getting a whiff of their combined musk clouded her mind further and it just turned her on even more so. She nuzzled into Feral's chest up to his neck, adding some licking and nibbling too. She could feel her genitalia rubbing against his. It didn't take long for moistness to be felt as precum leaked from both, ready to do the 'business'. As she was about to position herself to let Feral in, a pair of strong hands from behind and groped her breasts, eliciting a moan from her.

"Oi, can't forget about me, eh, pretty kitty?" said Stanley with a cockney accent as he licked and nibbled her ear and nape, getting another moan out in response. His slick foot long flesh rod caressed and played with her rear entryway. He even kissed her from behind and she kissed back as their tongues dancing in their mouths, showing how much Chance's male side seemed to weaken to the point as if it vanished.

"Ready for a cockpit test run, my ace pussy?" Feral said, positioning his dick tip towards her entrance, ready to plow into it.

"Yeah, let's see if the new you can take the heat we're packing!" Stanley added, doing the same from the rear.

"Puuuurrrr...Yes! Give it to me, big boys! I'm ready!" Chance cried out.

"C'mon mate, let's give the molly what she wants!"

"Prepare yourself, enforcer!"

Then, both toms plunged deep into her depths at a steady pace, causing her to arch her back and yowl out in pure pleasure. They slowly pumped in and out of her like pistons of an engine, making her moan and mew in response to each thrust. She rocked her pelvis and hips to match their motion and rhythm, she wanted more.

"Harder! Please, harder! ~Ooooooh! ~Ah! *Puuurrrrr~!" she cried out.

The males obliged as they pounded her pussy even harder, going deeper into her folds, grunting and groaning. She can feel their shafts pulsating against her vaginal and anal walls, they were reaching near their limit, near their climax.

Chance nuzzled into his ex-boss's chest again, and started to lick up to his neck and cheeks. Then, she locked her lips with his and gave him some deep throating tongue. Soon, she could feel her reaching her own peak as well with a climax just over the horizon. She wanted it. No needed it.

"Fa-Aaaa! Faster! Make me ~ooooh! Make me cum! Do it n-eeeeoooow!"

Again, the males granted her wish as Feral gripped her hips tightly and Stanley groped her tits as they accelerated their pace and pumping like jackhammers, provoking her to moan and meow in ecstasy.

The threesome was nearing the threshold of orgasming as their genitals rapidly throbbed. Any second now. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the intensity increased.

"AHH-I-I'M! AAAHH! OH~OOOOH! CUM-CUMMIIIIING!"

"mmmmuuuuuurrrRROOOOOOOOWWWWW!"

Chance's eyes shot opened as her pussy sprayed juices onto the sheets, staining and soaking them. Looking from her position, she had one hand groping a breast with the other had its fingers in her slick slit. She panted heavily and closed her eyes in disbelief.

"Holy scat...." she muttered to herself.

She just couldn't believe that she had wet dream about some guy on TV and her former boss! And subconsciously masturbated to boot! This female body was getting out of control!

Glancing over the clock on the nightstand, the time read half past midnight. With a groan, she went back to sleep, covering her head with a pillow and hoping to feel much refreshed when going back to work which will prove to be an interesting workday.