Cat Transformation
The girl stood erect on the podium with her arms held high and her wand in her right hand. She paused to look at the band before her, each pair of eyes centered on her, waiting for the downstroke. With a collective breath, and a slight movement of her wand, they began. The music was slow and started smoothly, mostly woodwinds sighing away on low notes that hung in the air almost tangibly. The tip of her alabaster wand dipped slowly but confidently through the air, driving the music onward and upward. Soon the opening notes of the melody emerged from their woody depths with the loud bravado of the trumpet line. The music built powerfully, and the girl could feel the notes washing over her as if she were merely a puppet on their strings, instead of the puppeteer that she was. She could feel a stirring in her breast as the music continued to build, and she closed her eyes, no longer needing to look at the stand in front of her to see where her band was going.
Minutely at first, the girl began to rock her body with the powerful notes, driven now by the steady urging of the percussion section. The drums vibrated through her body, and soon she was moving both arms in sweeping circles, drawing the music up and out of her fellow classmates toward the first sweeping peak of the introduction. Up and up they went until she was sure she could feel the music itself pouring over her. Waves of warmth washed pleasantly over her body, and she allowed the feeling to come. Each punctuation from the brass section sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the rumbling of the drums in her gut, twisting and churning away. Soon, she was losing herself, the whimsy of the piece moving airily through her head as the piccolos and flutes took up the melody, leaving the trumpets to flesh out the background of the piece.
As she felt her body rising and falling on the music her ears detected a problem. It began as merely a nagging thought, and then she realized that the music itself had begun to die. It seemed as though the band had been cut in half, and the change ripped her violently out of her reverie. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the band. All eyes were still on her as she slowly lowered her wand, but none of the instruments were up to their lips. Some stared wide-eyed at her while others whispered among themselves, all music gone from the air now.
The young drum major looked down to see that her left hand had wandered during her respite from the rigors of college life, and it had apparently taken to relieving another form of stress. Quickly, her face burning a deep red, the girl drew back her hand, becoming aware of the slight dampness in her panties. "I'm....I'm sorry...excuse me..." she stammered, and fled from the podium.
As the door to the bandroom swung shut behind her she heard the voices of her classmates erupt into gossip. Thankfully, she was far enough out of earshot not to hear exactly what they were saying, but she could imagine. She had never been the popular girl, naturally, she was the drum major. They were probably joking about how a lack of sex really could make you do things you didn't want to do. It wasn't that she was a prude, or even unattractive, it was simply that she had never had enough free time to commit to a boyfriend of any kind. At 21 years old, she had always been too focused on her school work to even entertain thoughts of anyone else. She was attractive, if a little plain. Her glasses and her usual ponytail did nothing to improve her looks, and she always dressed conservatively out of habit. She was fair skinned with blond hair, but had never the bubbly personality or body to be a cheerleader. Such was simply not her way.
She paused to sip from a fountain in the hallway, and thought about how she would never live this down. She sighed to herself and wondered what could have come over her as she continued toward the bathroom. She had never, ever done anything like that before, what could have made her do it now? She felt flushed as she rounded the corner and pushed open the door to the bathroom. "My God, how embarrassing." she said disgustedly as the door shut behind her and she stepped up to the sink.
She allowed herself to lean on the sink, staring down at the drain, feeling all those eyes on her again. By now the dampness she had felt earlier was gone, and all she could think about was how people simply don't do things like that! They just don't! Why the hell would I, of all people? She turned on the tap, and watched the water swirl down the drain for a moment before taking off her glasses. As she pulled them off her face and brushed back her hair, she peered at herself in the mirror, almost questioning her alter-ego. Her eyes caught her attention. She never spent much time looking at herself in the mirror, as again, it was simply not her way, but she knew what her eyes looked like. On any given day they were either a shade of green or of brown, depending on the light. But today, as she looked she saw flecks of gold shimmering back at her. She looked closer, and saw somewhat oval pupils looking back at her. "Oval?" she said to herself, drawing closer to the mirror.
With a snap, her pupils changed shape, and she drew back from the mirror in fear. Just as she was about to scream at the inhuman eyes staring back at her, she heard the door open behind her. She stepped quickly back up to the sink, the water still running, and began to splash it on her face. She kept her head down as she heard a girl's heels clicking on the blue and white tile behind her. She splashed a second handful on her face as she heard the other girl click shut the door of a stall. Shutting off the water slowly, she lifted her head back to the mirror, hoping that she wouldn't see the same hallucination she had seen before.
Plain as day, those golden cat's eyes were staring back at her from her own face. She covered her mouth to stifle another shriek and backed away from the sink. Her body grew warm as she flushed with sudden fear, a knot tightening itself in her stomach. She looked around quickly and darted for the stall in the far corner of the bathroom, forcing herself not to run. The door creaked shut behind her and she latched it quickly before sitting down on the toilet. She still covered her mouth as her mind raced behind her new eyes. 'What's going on with me?' she thought, eyes wide with fright. Her stomach continued to twist as she tried to convince herself that she was just tired, and that was culprit behind all of the past few minutes strange events. Even as she was thinking this, a familiar warm feeling crept over her body.
She felt as if her skin were crawling, and there was a growing pinching feeling on her scalp. She looked down at her legs emerging from her shorts, and looked for anything out of place. She saw nothing, and ran her hands over her white button-down looking for anything else that didn't seem to belong. Doing so, she felt a twinge in her stomach, and another wave of warmth wash over her. She started as the girl a few stalls down suddenly flushed the toilet loudly and stood. Underneath the stalls, she could see the other girl pulling up her khaki skirt and grabbing her handbag to leave. Again she heard the heels clicking around the corner, heard the heavy wooden door sigh open, and then wheeze shut. Again, she was alone in the silent bathroom.
Her mind went back to the feelings that were now washing over her body with more regularity. It seemed as if she would start sweating soon if the feeling did not die down. Breathing more quickly, and her pulse pounding in her temples, she reached up to push her hair back into the ponytail she normally wore. As she raised her arms, she felt her shirt tighten across her chest. She was not a busty girl by any means, and normally bought her clothes a size larger than she wore, but now she could felt her breasts press against her shirt slightly. She felt something else strange as she moved to gather up her hair. Her hands had brushed her ears as normal, but it felt as if her ears weren't in the right place anymore. "Oh my God..." a whisper escaped her lips as she ran her fingers over two pointed ears, a half inch further up her head than normal.
"What's happening to me!?" she said aloud, her voice cracking with the onset of tears as she fondled her changed ears. She stood and unlatched her stall, and rushed to the mirror. She looked in shock at what were definitely cat-shaped ears working their way higher on her head. She saw with shock that her teeth were changing as well when she opened her mouth to cry. This was too much, she needed help! She turned to leave the bathroom, but couldn't bring herself to step out into the hallway in her current condition. Instead, she wavered for a moment, and then finally locked the door. Returning to the mirror, she was again awash with the warm feeling that had come over her before. This time it grew in intensity, and began to focus on her stomach. Gradually it grew more intense, and more concentrated. She watched her ears begin to visibly move slowly up the sides of her head, as her canines pushed out into more pronounced points.
The warm feeling in her stomach slowly began to move lower, and she couldn't help but notice as the familiar wetness returned. 'Why am I getting turned on, this is a freakshow!' she thought. "Stop!" she said outloud, speaking to someone she couldn't see. She stood riveted in front of the mirror as she watched her ears and teeth, 'Fangs...' she thought horribly, continue to grow and change. The warmth in her groin grew stronger, and she was aware again that her shirt was drawing tight across her chest. She felt her panties moisten as she reached up to her breasts, realizing they were slowly expanding from her chest. She had always been a small B-cup, but she was clearly leaving that size behind now. As she watched, her chest expanded further, beginning to draw her shirt tight against the buttons. When she glanced in the mirror, she was shocked to see that she was beginning to look quite womanly. She unbuttoned the top of her shirt, and thought wryly to herself, 'Now if only the ears and teeth were part of a costume, I'd be set for a frat party.' A pang shot through her pussy, and her mind was drawn away from her momentary distraction.
The warmth down there was still growing, and it was becoming hard for her to ignore any longer. She leaned back against the wall and began to rub the crotch of her shorts slowly, still staring into the mirror. Still in shock about her changes, her fear was beginning to become desire. The need that was building inside her was overriding her fear, and was being compounded by her growing breasts. She continued stroking herself and started to slide her other hand slowly up her stomach to her chest. A shock shot through her body as her hand slid across two small bumps underneath her shirt. She lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach, and looked down to see two sets of nipples rising from her belly. Her mind whirled at this new development, but as she touched one questioningly, the contact sent a wonderful shiver down her spine. "Oohh..." she sighed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she continued to stroke and caress her body.
Her body began to change more rapidly now, as she felt something begin to push against her shorts. She freed a hand to reach behind her, and found a small lump growing steadily out of her tailbone inside her shorts. 'Holy shit!' she thought, knowing what it was, 'I'm turning into a freaking cat!' As her new tail began to push its way out of her tailbone, it started to hurt. Her shorts were confining her body now, and as she unbuttoned them and leaned forward to push them down her legs, the top two buttons of her shirt gave way. She looked down at her chest now and saw that her breasts were still growing, and had now reached or surpassed large C-cups. She quickly pulled her shirt open the rest of the way, and saw that her extra nipples had begun to swell into breasts of their own, each set roughly a cup size smaller than the set above it. She ran her hands softly down her 6 nipples, her body quivering with pleasure at the caress. "Oh!" she cried, all memory of her embarrassment only minutes earlier gone from her head. She pushed her very plain white panties down around her ankles and kicked them off onto the tile. Looking in the mirror, she was amazed at her body. She had 3 sets of growing breasts still expanding slowly from her chest, and tracing down her taught stomach to her glistening pussy. She swished her tail behind her pleasantly, and noticed that her ears had apparently completed their migration to the top of her head. They stood pointily at attention, and for the first time, the girl realized that she could hear people walking through the hallways outside.
Suddenly, another wave of warmth ripped quickly through her body, dropping her to her knees. She moaned softly as her pussy instantly responded with renewed wetness. She reached down to quench her now burning need, and felt something unusual. She looked down to see short grey hairs sprouting thickly from her mound. Despite being quite plain in her normal life, the girl had always kept herself tidy down there. Perhaps it was her own way of keeping some hope alive for a sex life one day. Now, she gasped as the hair, fur, she knew, spread slowly outward from her dripping pussy. The feeling was like warm pudding slowly covering her body, and as the hair spread outward, she became more and more enveloped in her own pleasure. Leaning forward on her knees now, she felt the fur spread it's way down the inside of her thighs, and back to her ass. She could feel her ass rounding out as the fur spread its way over it, and the feeling pushed her over the edge. She groaned as she gripped her pussy, feeling it spasm on her palm as an orgasm ripped through her. The fur spread further down her legs, and began to slowly work it's way up her stomach. Every inch sent further pleasure coursing through her as she began sliding her fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. She moaned softly, then louder as the fur began to touch her first set of new tits. Her need mounted as the fur covered the expanding orbs of flesh, and she exploded once more when it touched her first set of nipples. "...god...oh my God!" she cried as her body quivered again with yet another earth-shattering orgasm. She had never felt anything so wonderful in all her life! She couldn't imagine pleasure so intense!
As her grey fur continued to grow, she felt her breasts continue to swell beneath it. She could feel the hair spreading down the length of her new tail, and it was like someone softly running their finger down her spine. Her fur was just beginning to touch her original breasts when she felt them swell again, reaching large D-cups as she put her hand up to them. She worked her pussy furiously, panting and moaning as the feelings of her growing breasts and her ever-expanding fur became too much for her. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Oh my Goooddddd!!!" she screamed as every muscle in her body tightened at once, dropping her onto her side. Her pussy gripped her fingers tightly, with a strength she never knew before. She could feel her cum dripping down her legs and onto the tile floor as her fur finished it's move up her body. She whined with pleasure as her pussy continued to gush, her mind completely lost in endless ecstasy and a mind-numbing orgasm.
Gasping and weary, she slowly drew herself to her knees. The air currents in the room made her body tingle as it moved the fur now covering her from head to toe. She stood slowly, gasping slightly at the feeling of air flowing around her sensitive nipples. She resisted the urge to reach down to her slit again, and looked at her clothing laying on the floor at her feet. Behind her, someone started banging on the door. "Open up! What's going on in there!?" someone yelled, an older man's voice. She had no way to escape.