Kitten Cold
Nick coughed as he opened the door to his apartment, and he coughed again when he closed it behind him. There was no doubt in his mind that he was sick as he wandered to his bathroom, but was he really that sick? Growing up he had heard horror stories of corporate cubicle employees like he was now being forced to work no matter their health, but he hadn't even been able to step into the office before his boss had shooed him away and he only had the signs of a common cold! He knew he should be grateful to have a supervisor that cared at least that much, but he was still annoyed as he swallowed a decongestant. It was just a cold, after all. He would get over it. Sure, he felt like shit but...
He grumbled to himself as he meandered out of the bathroom towards his living room. He collapsed onto his couch and immediately sneezed afterwords. He sighed and sniffled. What was he to do now? Just lay about and suffer? He had more productive things to do! He couldn't even hang out with Chris because his usual deadbeat roommate actually had a job for once. He stared in silence at the black television screen across the room. He hardly used it to watch actually television, but now was the perfect time to do so.
He eyed the remote on the coffee table near the couch that seemed so far away. He lifted a hand and coughed, before trying to reach for the remote. After a seemingly infinite expenditure of energy, his hand was only halfway there. Though fatigued, he was unwilling to give up progress so he left it hanging there and that's when he noticed something strange about the back of his hand. Did it seem darker somehow? Was it because it was hairier? No, it was a trick of the light, or, really, lack of light. He had none on, he realized. Perhaps he felt worse than he thought if he hadn't the energy to even turn on the lights. He coughed, shook his head, and forced his hand the rest of the way.
There was elation in his heart as his fingers wrapped around the remote and in the same motion he turned on the TV. Exhausted, he dropped the remote and his hand to the couch as he watched what came on.
"It's transdimensional," said a man with glasses and a suit and a proper haircut and yet he looked like a nerd.
"That's absurd," said the man across from him with a laugh and then a hard stare at the other man. "Sickness simply doesn't--"
"Absurd or not, it's happening!" the nerd exclaimed, waving his hands. "It's already happening, it is happening, and we'll see more and more of it as time passes."
"Sure," the other man snorted. "Those that have this...'transdimensional' virus will succumb to it and become pr--"
"Yes!" the nerd shouted over the rest of the other man's words. "Yes, that's exactly it! They'll--"
Annoyed by this nonsense, Nick brought the remote up faster than any old time Western hero and changed the channel and was immediately treated to an ad that appeared to be about...maternity clothing? He coughed and changed the channel again. Now there was a children's show on TV, something about creatures or monsters and the kids that controlled them and certainly something he had no interest in. Well, that was three strikes. He watched the show for all of one second before turning the TV off before throwing the remote at the coffee table. Instead of landing and sliding gracefully across its surface, he watched helplessly as the remote bounced off it and onto the floor. He sighed and stared at it. He wanted to get it up and put it in its proper place, but he hadn't the energy and plus, he was cold. So, so cold all of a sudden that it was as winter and all its frigid wrath had localized on him. He shivered, closed his eyes, and squeezed his arms tightly against his chest as he rolled onto his front to expose less of his flesh. He was cold, not chilly, no, freezing, and he wanted to be warm. No, not warm, hot and hotter and hotter so that he would never have to be cold again. He could sweat the hot away, but the cold? The cold chilled and clung. This cold sucked and he was glad to be home now, not at work. Productive? Ha! Not like this, not when he was so cold, not when he needed to be warm and warmer and warmer...
He was getting warmer. Nick's eyes flew open. It was a pleasant warmth that seemed to emanate from the surface of his skin, but also deeper within, like there was a fire in his heart. No, not quite his heart. Something lower. His stomach? No, not quite. It was...
Nick shuddered as what felt like his abs split. It should have been painful, it should have been uncomfortable and yet...the warmth kept everything nice and...well, warm. Still, he coughed and rolled onto his back. He stared at his stomach. Was it just him, or was it protruding a bit more than it usually did? He knew he had let himself go a little after taking this job and having less time to work out than he wanted, but that didn't explain that slight bump. He untucked his arms and reached one to lift his shirt. Instead, he froze as he saw his hand again. It was definitely darker now, less and less of his usually pale skin showing through what looked to be hair...or fur. He blinked, coughed, and then shook his head. He was...seeing things. Yes. This cold was taking more of a toll than he had originally thought. He smiled and turned his hand over, ignoring how there seemed to be more padding to it or how his nails seemed slightly more pointed. He stared and his ears wiggled. He laughed and coughed afterwards, shaking his head as he quickly stood from the couch.
Seeing things indeed. He needed to get to bed or...something. He couldn't just lay here on the couch. Chris wouldn't appreciate it and he didn't want to get his friend sick with what he had, and that was the common cold, right? He paused and looked down at his hands. They looked normal enough. Sure, they appeared to be covered in black fur and his fingers seemed longer and what was that developed ring of red fur around his wrists about, but it was just...it was just...
"A fever dream," Nick said and nodded. Exactly that. Perhaps he had worse than a cold after all. A fever. Yes, that made sense. It would explain the fluctuation in hot and cold and...
He lifted a hand to his forehead and found that it felt very warm indeed, though that could have something to do with the fur spreading there. His ears twitched and he swore he felt them ascend as if they were moving higher up his head, but that was irrational. His ears weren't changing their position any more than they were being covered in black fur or slowly shifting size and shape into triangular points. No, that was just as absurd as his nose shrinking in the vagueness of his vision, smaller and blacker, though part of his face seemed to be rising to take up its former space, as if there was now a snout to his face. But no, nothing was rising, not even his ears or his belly below. There was none of that, because he was simply sick with the common cold and maybe a fever and that was that.
He huffed and stalked towards his room, nearly tripping as his ankles ached and his heels abruptly lifted. He fell onto all fours almost naturally, as if it was in the very core of his being that he always landed like that. He glowered and stiffly stood up, looking down at his feet as he wondered just what was the matter with them. Was it the shoes? He should have taken them off near the front door, but the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He had just wanted to collapse on the couch and now...now he just wanted collapse onto his bed. While he was warm, he knew he could warmer still and he also wanted to remove himself from this lunacy. Some sleep should dispel whatever feverish lies his mind was producing. Some rest...yes, that sounded nice.
But shoes first. He couldn't get into bed with his shoes on and so he knelt down and began to untie them, ignoring how his fingers seemed slender or how his claws kept getting caught on the laces. Claws? He laughed and his ears twitched as they moved higher up on his head, his professional hair cut less and less so as it became softer fur like what was covering the rest of him. Fur? He laughed again as he took of his first shoe and peeled off his sock, revealing a smaller foot that appeared...off. He stared at it and watched as his toes rounded out slightly, the nails elongating into proper feline claws just like the ones on his hands, albeit a little bigger, a little sharper. Without really thinking, he wiggled his toes, something harder and darker like the pads upon his hands forming beneath his altered toes and foot both. Why, they didn't look so much like his feet anymore, especially not with the black fur that raced to cover any remaining skin and up his legs, fur that swirled into two red rings just above his ankle. He...he...
Was still seeing things. He looked away and untied his other shoe and didn't want to look and yet he did, glancing at the feline form of his foot for only a moment before he looked away. He nervously scratched at his neck, trying his best to ignore the fur he felt or how good his claws felt against it.
"I'm sick," he said, still scratching at his neck wondering why his Adam's Apple felt diminished, then small, then smaller... "Sick as a..."
The word that came to mind was cat, but he was having none of that. He snarled and curled his paws...his hands into fists and stalked towards his room. He threw open the door and saw his bed, well made and inviting. He took one step towards it and coughed into his hand. He looked down, expecting to see a hairball there, but it was just his hand. His padded, paw looking hand. He smiled uneasily, clenching his teeth together, but even that wasn't comforting, because his teeth felt off too. Smaller and sharper and when he licked his tongue against the roof of his mouth for some small bit of comfort, the surface of his tongue felt rougher. He frowned, and even how his face set in to make that expression felt wrong. His face felt...well, not quite long but certainly longer, as if he had a muzzle or snout or some sort of protrusion instead of his normal facial features. He longed to reach up and feel what was the matter, but instead he deepened his scowl, ears laying back as he stomped inside his room.
Nick stood before his bed and wanted to just fall onto it then and there, but he was still too clothed and thus still too warm. He had felt cold before, but now the warmth was overwhelming. He panted and undid his belt and just like that his pants fell around his feet. He blinked and looked down at his legs that were longer and thinner and totally covered in black fur save for the two red rings above his ankles. He ignored this, focusing instead on why his pants would fall when they had never done that before. The belt was more for appearance sake and yet...yet were his hips wider? He shivered, hissing as his hips ached and pulled apart, wider and wider until they were surely broader than his now softening shoulders. He wiggled his hips and his underwear would have met the same fate as his pants had he not caught them.
"No," he hissed, wincing at how high his voice sounded. Just the sickness, he reminded himself, as he stared at anger at his underwear. Stay up! He growled, having had enough of this. He didn't care anymore that he was warm. He just needed to sleep off this sickness and awaken revitalized and surely less feline in form. No, less feline in mind because none of this was happening. Colds could cause hallucinations, right? Or at least fevers could? Surely...
He would consult WebMD later. For now, he collapsed onto his body and crawled face down under the covers, covering himself nearly completely, only peaking the edge of his sn...face of the blankets. He sighed in relief, the blankets comfortably cool to contrast his warm, furry body. He hissed. No, no, just his body. He didn't have any fur, just hair, like the tufts of red hair he currently scratched at that were growing out of his cheeks. It felt good to do so, and he began to purr momentarily before he giggled as the sensitive whiskers growing out along near his small black nose tickled against the sheets.
Whiskers?
He scowled and sat upright, before turning on his back and staring up at the ceiling. No, he didn't have whiskers or fur or paws or feline ears or...
He forced his eyes closed and let his arms rest by his sides. He tried to force himself to sleep too, but it wasn't so easily. His hands seemed restless and with a mind of their own, for they were soon unbuttoning his dress shirt and he was thankful for it. The shirt had always been a little tight, a little small, and the slight protrusion of his belly was doing him no favors. Still, he was a little annoyed as he tossed his shirt off the bed, for why should he even have that protrusion in the first place? He brought his paws...his hands to his belly and wondered what that was all about. Perhaps swelling was a side effect of the common cold? It wasn't fat--his belly felt firm instead of soft, as if it was housing something other than too many overeaten meals. What then was it? Something flickered in his mind, but it was just that stupid maternity clothing commercial. He sighed and rolled onto his side and--
Felt something twitch.
He opened one eye and was surprised to find the room not so dark. It wasn't colorful, sure, but he could see better in the dark than he was used to. Still, his seemingly improved vision didn't help him see whatever was moving. It wasn't his arms or legs, that was for sure.
It twitched again and this time he felt it against his underwear. He opened his other eye as he rolled onto his other side, sitting up slightly to pull the covers back. He sighed. What rest was he going to get like this? At least he wasn't coughing...
He searched for the cause of the twitch and he blinked when he found it. Something pressed against his underwear, and it was moving erratically and he could feel it. He yelped and sat all the way up, feeling warmth suffuse him again, pushing in his waist and softening his form in favor of curves before focusing on his lower half, especially his rear and crotch. He froze when he felt his member rise, abruptly hard and excited even if he currently was a little terrified. Looking over his shoulder, he gently used a claw to allow him to peek into his underwear. Something wiggled and he screamed, looking away while his member throbbed.
"What..." he murmured, tone frightened and feminine. "What was..."
Suddenly, that thing that wiggled pulled. He gasped not only at the wrenching sensation, but also at the feeling of something giving, something that wasn't mean to give, something that he dearly cherish. He shrieked again, not caring that he sounded like a girl as his hands went inside of the underwear, clutching at his cock. Then that thing pulled again, and he felt his dick shrinking and sink between his paws, efforts to reclaim his member made more difficult by the sudden thickening of his thighs. Now Nick was truly panicked, pushing away covers and sheets and pillows and his underwear so that he could clearly see that his manhood was shrinking in front while something stretched in back. He looked over his shoulder and saw that something was a tail, his tail, a black furred appendage with a tuft of equally black fur at its end. He stared at it for a moment before his gaze went to his end, his rear end and how it looked. He had always had something of a flat ass, but now his butt was certainly bigger, an enticing, rounded rump that would have made him drool if it weren't his. He would have continued staring at it if he hadn't felt his tail wiggle and pull again with even greater force.
"No!" he squealed, hands rushing to reclaim what there was less and less of his as what remained of his masculinity shrank and shrank, while his juicily thickening thighs pressed against it. He reached for it, but managed to only touch the head of his shrunken member, contact made with something now so startling sensitive that it set him off. He shivered and moaned, strands of nearly clear seed spurting from a shaft that shrank smaller and smaller while his tail stretched longer and longer behind him. He fell back and caught himself by his paws on the backboard of his bed, the pleasure of his unexpected orgasm overwhelming any panic. He let himself be lost in the climax, enjoying what would be his last male orgasm as the remnants of his masculinity shrank and sunk deeper and deeper until they were accepted and integrated into a freshly formed pair of furred, feminine lips, his tiny cock giving one last spurt of male essence before it nestled itself firmly near the top of his altered sex as his new clit. He shivered, new womanhood warm and ready and already dripping slightly while the warmth burrowed deeper and deeper inside, touching at his already working womb. His whiskers twitched and he mewled as his tail experienced its last bout of growth, stretching and twitching and wiggling and that had a pleasure of its own to it. It lashed above his rounded rump, the new feline female rubbing his thick thighs together as he found himself hot and bothered without really knowing why.
Nick purred softly as he came down from climax, glassy blue pupils brightening to red while his white sclera shifted yellow. He let out a deep breath and then took in a deep breath, still pleasured, still pleased, and still a little hazy as of why. Ever so slowly his gaze dropped down and down until it lay between his legs and what he...no, she saw there caused her to scream, or, really, yowl.
"Ahhh!" she yelled, staring at the puffy pussy she now possessed.
"Ahhh!" she exclaimed, when she felt her tail twitch in anxiety behind her.
"Ahhh!" she screamed when she realized she was in fact feline and female.
She jumped from the bed and raced towards the bathroom, doing her best to ignore how she now moved with a sway to her hips or how her tail trailed behind her or how her thickened thighs were slightly wet with her own arousal...
She ignored all of this until she stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror, staring at herself, staring at who she had become. Who that was, as it turned out, was a feline female furred mostly in black save for the red facial fur, the odd arrangement of a red vertical stripe on her forehead crossed by two horizontal scarlet stripes, and the twin horizontal stripe of red near her wrists and elbows and those that were just above her ankles. Feline, because she had paws and claws and whiskers and a long thin tail, but also triangular ears and an assuredly female face that reminded her little of herself. Female due to her curves and high pitched voice and thick thighs and rounded rear, but mostly because of the wet, wanton femininity that lay between her legs, for what was a pussy without a pussy?
Nick laughed at this, but the laughter felt hollow and off. She placed her hands on her sink and stared at herself, looking into those large, unfamiliar red eyes before lowering her gaze to her chest. Her nipples were pink and prominent, but at least she didn't have any kitty titties, at least the common cold hadn't given her that.
She laughed again, and this time there was more heart to it. After all, she felt warm and fuzzy and alive and unquestionably aroused, but also...also a little queasy. Her gaze dropped from her chest to her stomach and that bump, that bit of seeming pudge was still there. She frowned and dropped a hand to it, wondering what was up with that and not what was so wrong with the rest of her altered form. How could she explain this to Chris? Hell, how could she explain this to her boss let alone her doctor? Something nagged at her mind, but it was impossible to place the thought with how nauseous she suddenly felt. She shuddered, rubbing at her stomach just as she heard a gurgle.
She froze. Was she...was she hungry? She shivered as she heard, no, felt that same gurgling again, huffing and panting as she leaned over the sink. She looked into the mirror as the warmth rose again, up into her chest this time before a secondary wave of warmth washed softly over her furred feline form. Immediately she stared at her perky nipples and let out a not so surprised mewl as soft shapes formed beneath them, small protrusions that weren't really anything before now were something, her pectorals softening into the start of what would be her kitty titties. She let out a harsh exhaled, and her burgeoning breasts seemed to follow along, jiggling as they filled out larger and larger. Now more noticeable, she couldn't keep her eyes off of them as they swelled, and so she scarcely paid attention to how the rest of her was shifting too, her rear swelling rounder and more enticing, her hips stretching just slightly farther apart, her curves softer and better defined. She was so entranced by the sight of her swelling, jiggling tits that she scarcely noticed her stomach swelling too, at least until she felt it bump against the counter.
Surprised, she stood straight up and stumbled back, her tail struggling to keep the now front heavy kitty from tumbling over. She caught herself with one hand on the wall while the other went to her stomach. She rubbed it absentmindedly, feeling its firmness and enjoying the sensation until she felt her stomach press back against her claw. Her eyes opened wide as she looked down between the valley of her large breasts to her softly swelling stomach. She gaped, ears laid back as her gaze lingered on it. It was pushed out, prominent, and in keeping with the rest of her thick, motherly form. It was oddly arousing to the new feline female and she rubbed her thighs together at the thought of relieving some of that arousal...
She shivered and placed both paws on her belly, wincing as they were pushed further and further apart. Her belly was so big already. It wasn't that she was fat--no, her stomach was far too firm for that--but she was, no, she couldn't be, could she, no, no, she couldn't be, wasn't, shouldn't be--
"Pregnant?" she shrieked shrilly, her body shaking and breasts bobbing. She stepped back against the wall and slid down it, gravity happy to assist her as she came to sit on her plump rear while she stared sightlessly forward. No, no, it couldn't be real and yet--
She gasped as she felt a kick from inside her, inside her womb. She rubbed at her stomach as if this would placate the growing kitten inside, murmuring meaningless meows before she realized what she was doing. She shook her head. No, she would need more than words to satisfy it. She felt another kick and winced. Or really, them, for there had to be many kitties within her womb. Her belly was so big already and yet it still swelled.Despite this, her panic was temporarily overwhelmed by more maternal matters, like satisfaction of her kittens. She would need to hold them, to carry them differently than she did now, to feed them and what did kitties like above all else?
"No!"
Her eyes shot wide open in realization, but it was too late. This sickness, kitten contagion, whatever it was, was already at work, her breasts swelling along with her belly now as freshly formed milk rushed to fill them. Or overfill them as it turned out, for in mere moments her nipples felt stiff and sensitive and overly full. Without really meaning to she brought a hand up and squeezed and gasped as milk squirted out. It felt right and good to have that release, but also oh so wrong to the former man. Not too long ago she had been a corporate worker with a cold and now she was a feline female with big, milky tits and a large, very obviously pregnant belly. She shouldn't be lactating, let alone have tits or a pussy or a swollen, heavy belly. She had to do something about this! Like...like relieve that lust, that want, that need between her legs that if sated would allow her to push her precious kittens out.
She hissed at this thought and tried to stand, was distracted by how the flow she had started hadn't stopped. In fact, both of her breasts now leaked some of her sweet milk, and she huffed and shivered at the sensation of release and relief as it dripped down her furry front, most soaking into her fur, though a few drops did slide over her belly to tickle at her still aroused pussy. She gasped, one paw sliding down her belly and thighs to touch at her wet slit before she remembered herself. She hissed and closed her eyes, placing both paws against the ground as she prepared to stand. She was so much heavier now, wouldn't it be easier if she stayed here until her kittens were all ready? The bath, at least, could be used for birth and--
"Birth?" she shrieked. "Hell no!"
She stood, and it was a labor but at least it wasn't labor, though what would be wrong with that? Then she would have her kittens and that would be lovely indeed. She was a mother, through and through, a soft, feline female thick in the right places and curvy in others and certainly the milk to feed many. Why--
"Stop!" she groaned, doing her best to push away those motherly feelings while her belly continued to push out just a bit more. She stopped just outside the bathroom and looked down at herself. She was big. She had to have at least triplets unless...well, she wasn't sure how feline female humanoids worked other than that she had big breasts and a fine figure that could carry quite a few kittens she was sure. Why, what was wrong with a couple more?
"No!" she shouted, pacing in a huffing waddle back and forth while cradling her belly. Still, she heard that familiar gurgle and felt warmth suffuse her one more time as her belly stretched, creaking while doing so but holding firm. She stopped and watched helplessly as her stomach swelled until she looked very, very heavily pregnant with quadruplets or whatever the equivalent of this kitten contagion were. Seemingly all too late her belly button popped out, the feline female staring at the smooth, furred expanse of her belly, running her paws over its surface as her milk heavy breasts dripped more and more of the sweet, white liquid. She was entranced by it and the thought that there was something alive and growing inside her. There was a pang of fear, but there were other more powerful, positive emotions mixed in there that seemingly swirled from burdened belly to her head. She sighed softly, panic dying down as she imagined the kittens, her kittens, furry little children that she could cuddle and hug and hold to her generous bosom to feed them her sweet milk and--
She groaned and shook her head, even while one pawlike hand went up to caress her breasts. She poked at her taut, sensitive nipples and sighed as more and more milk spilled forth.
"Ok..." she huffed, looking down at her belly. "Common cold. Fuzzy fur. Pussy with a pussy." She poked a breast and shivered as it jiggled. "Big tits." She shivered as milk dripped from her nipple. "Big, milky tits. And now pregnancy! I don't...I...." She frowned, tail waving this way and that behind her. "I..."
Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming towards her door with much more clarity than her hearing usually did. Her ears swiveled slightly and she turned towards the door. She glanced around. What time was it? She hadn't actually slept much if at all and her change into this female feline form seemed to have taken no time at all. Her pregnancy certainly hadn't taken nine months. She smiled at this, relaxing a little as she rubbed her belly. It had taken no time at all and--
The door swung open. In stepped a young man who closed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes before he looked up and saw her. His eyes widened and he stepped back.
"What the--!" he exclaimed.
Nick blinked, remembering herself. She was naked and feline and female and fecund and frustrated and in front of her was Chris, who was her roommate and clothed and male and could help her out. Yes, help her out indeed. She shivered, pussy pulsing with need as she looked at him. He looked a little, hell, she knew he was a little lazy, but maybe he could--
Just as Nick realized what she was thinking, instinct forced her forwards. Without really even thinking, she pounced or that's what her body told her she did. Instead, she sort of lunged in a waddle towards the frozen Chris, pinning him against the door, her breasts nearly pressed into his face as she needily rubbed against him. When she felt something stiff and hard in his pants, she reached for it with one hand while the other began to work at his belt.
"Wait!" Chris shouted. "I don't, uh, I--"
Nick purred and licked his face, mewling as he reached up and used her breasts as handholds. She liked that, she liked him, just a little further and she would make it.
"Um..." Chris said, and then sheepishly removed his hands from her breasts. "Listen, um, lady, I...you're a lady right? I mean, you've got nice boobs and such but I don't--"
Nick purred more as Chris's belt came off and it only took a motion with her hand before his pants fell to his feet along with his underwear. Now she could smell his scent so deeply and it was--
Familiar? She blinked and looked at Chris. Of course it was familiar. This was Chris, her roommate, and she had known that before and yet now she was really cognizant of it. She stepped back, wondering what she had been doing, what she had been planning to do. Had she...had she intended on having sex with her roommate? For what? She was already properly pregnant, so close to labor that it would only take a little to quell what she had pent up so that she would come to release.
The feline shivered as she felt wetness trickle down her thighs and then something begin to move within her womb. Her eyes widened and she stepped back reaching down and feeling what could only have been her water breaking. She looked up to Chris.
"Chris," she panted. "Please just--"
She shuddered as her first contraction hit her. Chris stared at her confused until dim realization dawned in his eyes.
"Nick?" he guessed and then coughed. He frowned and looked at his hand, not giving its slightly furred surface a second glance as he looked back to Nick, the feline mother now awkwardly waddling to the bathroom. "But how? You're a cat! A freaky cat lady! A..." His next words were murmured. "Hot cat lady with big boobs and..." His eyes quickly went over her and Nick felt her face go flush. "A butt. You're like..." He gulped and smiled nervously. "A big momma cat!"
Nick growled and turned towards her roommate, a mother's wrath in her eyes. Chris stared pointedly at her belly, his fuzzy ears wiggling.
"You're pregnant!" he said, pointing.
"I. KNOW." Nick put her hands on her wide hips. "Now CALL AN AMBULANCE! I'm about to have a litter of who knows how many kittens and I swear to God if--"
"Ok, ok!" Chris said, then coughed again, this time into his elbow. He shook his head and looked dazed. "Sorry, it's just that you're usually not a cat girl or...girl cat and hot..."
"CHRIS!"
"Ok!" Chris said, reaching for his phone. "I just...feel a little sick, you know?" He looked to Nick. "I didn't before. Just came here for some food and now you're a big titty feline and I'm a guy with a cold."
Nick froze.
"Cold?" she asked, before gasping as another contraction wracked her.
"Yeah," Chris said, dialing before holding up the phone higher up than he remembered to his triangular ear. He looked to Nick with confusion in his reddening eyes while his free hand idly rubbed at the growing bump of his belly. "Why?"
"Uh..." Nick looked away. "Might want to tell them you're sick too."
"Huh?" Chris said, not noticing the prominent bumps that had appeared beneath his shirt on his upper chest. He tilted his head, crimson fur creeping up his neck and over a softening, increasingly feline face. "Like I said, it's just a cold. I don't need an ambulance for that." He shrugged, burgeoning breasts bobbing and firming belly wobbling slightly. "A common cold."
Nick sighed, but still managed to smile sweetly despite her current labor.
"Sure it is," she said.