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"Junk....Junk...Bill...Junk..."

Around 1PM, A burly yellow and brown striped tabby dressed in oiled up blue coveralls and a red cap was looking through the mail outside the auto service garage of the salvage yard. He went back inside passing his scrawny red copper furred partner in anticrime who was working on the underside of a magenta Cadillac. He tossed the mail on top of an office desk that was next to the door of the main building lobby.

"So, anything in the mail, Chance?" the scrawny tom asked as he slid out from beneath the car, wiping away oil and sweat with a red cloth.

"Junk as usual, Jake." The burly tom replied.

The rumbling sound of a heavy vehicle was heard as it drove up to the salvage yard.

"And speaking of junk..." Chance commented as the large truck loudly beeped as it backed up pass the entrance into the yard and dump a large pile of vehicle debris from cars to planes. The weekly collection of refuse had arrived on time.

"Gonna check on the delivery and see if there any parts that can be useful." The yellow tabby stated.

"Okay, but don't take too long though. We still have that sedan to work on for tomorrow."

With that, Chance left towards the chain linked fenced yard and towards the recently dumped pile of junk. He dug through the pile with some brown leather gloves for protection, tossing broken mufflers, pipes, hubcaps, and other things to the side. Nothing of use yet. He did the same to another side of the pile, digging and tossing debris into smaller heaps.

Then, he uncovered a trunk torn from a green car that seemed mostly intact. The latch was broken yet not indented or bent so it was not hard to open it with a bit of force. But what he found within surprised him.

"What the...?"

He uttered as he reached in and picked up a small dark blue treasure chest like box that had stars, a moon, and a sun etched into its sides. A shiny large onyx gem was embedded on the lid of the box. Now who would have left this thing in a trunk of some car? It looked mighty expensive as if been kept in a museum or a high-quality store. Curious to see what it holds; he placed a hand on the lid and was about to open it, but his hand trembled as a niggling in the back of his head said to wait. He scratched his head in bafflement but obeyed the strange feeling for now. He stopped his salvaging to meet up with his coworker friend to tell him about his discovery.

Upon returning to the garage, he saw Jake wiping his brow with the rag again while drinking a bottle of water, indicating he has done or taking a break.

"Find anything useful?" Jake asked.

"Something very interesting actually." Chance replied as he placed the box on the desk. "It was in a trunk of half a car. Pretty crazy to leave something like this right?"

"Whoa, that gem looks like it could cost a fortune and the box alone looks expensive too! Is there anything inside?"

"Uh, I...I haven't checked yet." The yellow tabby uttered.

"Well, let's pop this baby open, shall we?" Jake said. As he placed his hand on the lid, the onyx gem shimmered and then ZAP!

"YEOWCH!" he yelped as he reeled back his hand in pain.

"Jake! You okay?!"

"Y-yeah, the box...it shocked me!"

"It did? But when I touched it was fine!"

"Well, you open it then."

"Um okay..." Chance uttered nervously.

Chance placed his hand on the lid and again that nagging feeling in the back of his head popped up again saying 'Do not open it just yet.' He just hesitated for a moment.

"Well?" Jake said, wondering what the hold was up.

"You know what? How about we close shop early tomorrow and take it to a museum. We could open it then to see the full value with what is ever inside."

"Uh, Chance? You are feeling okay?" Jake said for concern of his friend's odd behavior.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I will take the box home for safe keeping too. Less chances of getting it stolen, you know?"

Jake was skeptical at his friend's suggestion and a bit worried but relented.

"Well, alright. We will finish work early to see what this thing really is and its value. Now let us move on with the next car."

Near 6pm, it was closing time as the sun set upon the horizon. The two closed shop and said goodnight to each other right before parting ways in their cars, Jake with his standard white sedan and Chance with his dirty green pickup truck.

Chance placed the mysterious box on the passenger seat as he drove to his brick five-story apartment home. Once he parked in the lot across from the street with box in tow, he crossed the street and went into the dimly lit lobby with a vacant reception desk to his right and a small round table with a lone chair and fern décor to his left. Pass the fern were the mail lockers that he stopped by to get his mail, which as he guessed, consisted of the usual bills and ads.

Then, he went over to the elevator in the back, riding it to the third floor. He approached his stop and exited, going down a yellow tinged wall with olive green carpeting. He stopped at the door labeled 310 and unlocked and opened the door.

Stepping into the apartment, the main open area was the size of a cheap standard hotel room painted plain white. To his left was a small kitchen with the basic appliances, a white fridge with freezer, a microwave, a gas stove and oven, cabinets with inexpensive dishware and cups and drawers with cheap dollar store silverware and cutlery. There was also a small round wooden table with a couple matching chairs. Beyond in the back that was the den was a small green two-seater sofa with a TV on a long open cabinet in the corner filled with VHSs. To the right across the kitchen was a small bathroom with a sink and toilet and right across the den was his bedroom.

He set the box on the kitchen table while he prepared himself a frozen microwaveable dinner of steak with mac and cheese. As he ate, he glanced over at the box occasionally. He does not know why but ever since he found it, he felt a strong connection to it, having a mysterious and alluring air. He slowly placed his hand on the lid, only to retract it as he heard something in his head. 'Not yet, until midnight.', he heard in his mind. He scratched the back of his head, confused and slightly scared. Hopefully, after opening it at midnight, this would be all over and be able to see what is inside.

After finishing his meal, he went into the bedroom with a lone full XL size bed with white sheets and covers on the right side of the room. A small nightstand with a lamp, a white telephone, and digital alarm clock sat next to the bed and a doorway to the bathroom with a standard sink, toilet, and shower with blue mats. On the opposite were a black three tier drawer, a window with red curtains, and a closet door and in the back was two-layer shelf filled with comic books. He took a shower and changed into a white muscle shirt and white underwear as he was comfortable in them esp. during summer nights like this.

He went back into the living room, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels, skipping the infomercials, and ignoring the news. He came across and watched an action war film called Feline Frontlines for the rest of the night, eventually falling asleep during it. Soon, the film ended near midnight when that nagging feeling wrought his brain.

It is time, it said.

Chance woke up with a minor jolt and looked over to the kitchen table where the box lied. It was time, he thought trancelike as he turned off the TV, got up and picked up the box. He headed into the bedroom, placing the mystical item on the drawer with hand on the lid as moonlight poured into room.

The moment of truth.

Open it, he heard it say.

In one quick motion, the lid flipped open. He felt a strange stale air blast into his face, lacking a scent and causing his body to shudder a bit. Now what was that about? He looked inside was surprised in what he saw.

"Nothing? Huh?"

And indeed, the box was revealed to be empty. But what was that blast of air just now? He just shrugged it off, though a little disappointed that there was no treasure or anything of worth or interest inside like in those pirate adventure flicks or comics. Well, at least, the box itself still might hold some valuable, he thought as he closed the lid.

"*Yaawwn..."

It was time to hit the hay as he turned off the lights and hopped into bed, not bothering going under the covers. It did not take long for him to be out like a light. Moonlight shone through the window, casting over the tom, and reflecting off the onyx gem on the box lid as began glow a bright dim light, triggering a strange string of events in its wake.

The clothes Chance wore soon vanished into thin air, leaving him totally nude. He just tossed a bit in bed in response, still in deep sleep and blissfully unaware. Then, the changes came.

His muscle began to deflate and become less define along with losing half a foot in height. His feet shrunk nearly a shoe size or two with petite pedicured clawed toes. His legs transformed to take a womanlier shape with toned calves and thicker thighs.

His pelvis region cracked as his hips widened, his waist became thinner, and his butt bloated with a couple layers of fat, giving Chance a curvy hourglass figure. His tail became fluffier like a molly's while extending half a foot.

He moaned as his dick became fully erect to its nine-inch stiffness, only for it to shrink greatly inch by inch until it and his balls receded into his body and replaced with an oozing plump pussy.

Moaning again as his chest changed too. Two dark nipples puffed up erect, having larger and wider areolas. Beneath them breasts began to swell from A cups to large EE cups. His arms became skinnier and slender with hands that shrunk with thin clawed fingers.

The final changes came to his head. He grunted with a voice of higher feminine tone as his face began to shrink and become rounder with a smaller nose. Long flowing, wavy blonde grew from his scalp until it reached midback.

The beefy tom was now a curvy molly.

But the changes did not end there as her surroundings began to change as well.

The bed she lied on changed into an XL king size circular bed that can fit up to three to four grown adults. The sheets and cover became nice pink silky ones with rounder and circular pillows of similar color. The room expanded a few feet in area with the walls of the room turned pink with white floral patterns. The black dresser drawer where the box lied turned into a fanciful white one. The shelf of comics transformed into one with a wide collection of VHS tapes of the explicit type along with a section of smutty magazines. The closet within turned into a large walk-in one filled with many types of clothes and dresses. The curtains of the window still maintained its red color but had a more stylized look to them. Another white dresser appeared with a vanity mirror and makeup kit on top with drawers. The nightstand turned into a much expensive white one with a decorative red lamp, a cordless pink phone and white digital alarm clock. The bathroom had magenta painted walls with large bulbs over a mirrored and marble sink, a tub with a copper shower head and purple shower curtains with matching bathmats and towels.

More changes happened to her apartment and finalized just before daybreak when morning rays peered through the window and onto the naked molly on bed.

As sunshine blanketed her, she stirred a bit, tossing and turning, unaware of her change yet feeling slightly off esp. with new weight on her chest and feeling a draft.

"Mmm...hmmm..." she mumbled as her eyes flitter opened, slightly blinded by light.

As her vision began to adjust back to normal, she looked down to see two massive mountains blocking her view. Confused at first, she reached out with a dainty hand that groped a tit, moaning in a high-pitched voice. Her eyes widened with alarm bells going off within her head.

"SWEET BASTET!" she screamed as she headed towards the bathroom.

She turned on the light of the bathroom and stared into the mirror with mouth agape as an attractive busty molly stared back. Chance could not believe it. Her hands traveled up and down her curvaceous body, even inserting two fingers into her newly developed hole.

"Oooo~h..." she moaned as juices coated her fingers in cum. Her body shook as she discovered how sensitive female bodies were, leaning onto the counter sink.

After the initial shock had passed, questions persisted in her mind.

"Kats alive...what happened to me? And my room?" she questioned, looking around her remade apartment, noticing every detail of how fancy and expensive they look.

"What the...? How high am I?" she said looking out the window, getting an eyeful of the city's skyline. Forty plus stories higher than five.

Her eyes darted elsewhere.

"My comics!" she cried out as she went over towards the now porn laden shelf, shuffling through its contents.

"Naughty Nipple Nurses 2? Busty Bengal Barbarians? Mollies on Mars? Play Tom's Top Ten? And...it-it's all me! I-I'M A PORN STAR!?"

Indeed, it was true. There was no mistaking that the fem kat on the front and back cover of the tapes and mags were her, mostly exposed in skimpy outfits in sexy pinup poses with the name Chance Furlong featured and highlighted. But while looking over the content, she groaned and rubbed her temple as vague memories doing such pornos and photo shoots entered her mind. All those sex scenes with handsome studs with long hard cocks pounding her in every which way. Just thinking about it made her body shudder and become wet as female hormones came in to affect.

She shook her head and sat on the bed, trying to regain composure, and focusing on how everything got this way. Then, her head snap to the dresser drawer where the box lied, the culprit. She got up and went over to it in a fit of anger and picked it up, lifting the lid and shaking the box so something could happen. But she felt that connection from before with the box that made her calm down a bit.

"T-turn me back, please!" she pleaded with the box, only to have a reply come to her mentally.

You will appreciate this gift soon enough, the voice said.

"G-gift? How is this a gift?" she asked but no other reply came.

She sighed and let the box sit on the drawer yet again. She then exited the room, curious to see how the rest of her apartment look like now. Her eyes widen in shock to see how the place seemed to be twice as big as before with white marble tiling. To her left was fully decked out kitchen like one on display at a high-end furniture chain or a first-place prize gameshow display with a large stainless-steel fridge covered with magnets and notes of various phone numbers and companies, a matching stove oven, sink, dishwasher, and microwave and neat white cabinets. Counters that had a deluxe knife set, a black wireless phone, a wine rack, and drawers filled with fancy silverware. Next to the fridge was a filled pantry and a cat clock. An island and nicely white furnished table added to its expensive look.

To the right of the entrance door, there was a large screen TV with a large entertainment system with another library of smutty porn movies in front of a small ebony coffee table and a large four-seater black leather sofa. The right wall was made of glass with a door leading outside to the rooftop where an oval shaped pool with long deck chairs underneath a cluster of palm trees near the edge.

"Sweet Bastet....I'm living on the top floor and roof with a pool? How loaded am I?" she uttered to herself.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, she went over into the kitchen just to get a drink of water from tap. She got a small glass from the cupboard and turned on the tap while in the bedroom, the box's gem acted up and glowed.

PSSSHH!

"AH!" she shrieked as water squirted at the base of the faucet head and pipes underneath. Promptly, she turned off the faucet before it made a mess. Then, she grabbed a dishtowel from a drawer and wiped down the sink dry.

"Crud, need to call a plumber." She said as she picked up the phone and went over to the fridge, calling the number to Preston Puma's Pipes and Plumbing on a magnet.

After the call, it was going to be quite the wait as the plumber had a few appointments before coming to her place late in the afternoon. She looked at the clock that read 10am. She had much time to kill before then, but first breakfast as her stomach gurgled in protest. Grabbing cereal from the pantry and a gallon of milk from the fridge, she did just that.

After eating, she thought of what else to do when her eyes gazed upon the movies that she supposedly starred in. She had vague fragmented memories what they were like but not the full picture. Her curiosity made her decide on a mini movie marathon to pass the time. She went over to the library of movies in the living room area.

"Hmm...let's see.... Busty Bengal Bandits...Jungle Jaguar Jugs....maybe this one? Mollies on Mars..."

After choosing the movie, she turned on the TV, put the tape in the VCR, and pressed play on the remote as she sat down. The movie was a standard sci fi adventure about a crew of spacemen going to Mars on an expedition only to discover an uncivilized warrior tribe that consisted mainly of women with Chance being the main character of said tribe, wearing just a simple loincloth with no top, red war paint and beaded jewelry. She falls for the captain of the crew, a beefy tom built with Siberian tiger colors of white fur and black stripes. After less than an hour later, she gotten to the first sex scene between her and the captain onboard his ship in his quarters. At that moment, the box gem glowed along with memories that came flooding in about that scene as his foot-long rod entered her chasm, rocking her body with intense pleasure as her attraction to toms grew ever stronger. One of the best cocks she ever had.

"Mmm...prrrrr...." Chance moaned and purred at the scene and lewd thoughts replaying in her mind as her hand subconsciously rubbed her clit and inserting fingers in pussy.

Another hand groped her tit as the captain groped hers on screen as if in sync with the movie. She masturbated faster as the sex scene intensified, nearing the climax.

"Oooh! Haah....haah...ohh...AHH!" she gasped and moaned as her pussy squirted cum onto the floor on cue with onscreen orgasms. "Holy scat..."

As the movie moved on and onto the next sex scene, she did the same thing as memories unfolded again. When the movie was over, Chance created a small puddle onto the floor that she cleaned up. Looking at the VCR display showed to be a bit past noon. Good time for a lunch break as any. She got up and made herself quick ham and cheese sandwich.

Once that was done, she still had enough time to at least watch another movie or two before the plumber arrived. She picked out another movie entitled "A Pirate's Tail: Pussy Plunder" where again she was the star. It was a seafaring adventure where she was captain Kitty Kutlass of the S.S. Sea Lion, an infamous pirate that plundered and raided villages, searching for a great valuable treasure, even using her sex appeal, and doing sexual favors to get what she wants. Even just sex for the fun of it even with her crew. Like before, when the sex scenes came on, the gem glowed with memories flooded her mind and she started to masturbate again, resulting in another pussy puddle. Once the movie was over and after cleaning up, the clock read that it was near three.

"I should take a shower and get dressed." She stated, not wanting to be indecent and smelling of sex when the plumber arrived.

She went into her bedroom's bathroom and took a shower while the gem glowed again as a lacy see-through pink bathrobe and matching pink panties materialized onto the bed. After she finished and dried off, she went into the bedroom to find the clothes on the bed. Puzzled at first, but soon she realized it was the box's doing. She let out a sigh, knowing that she was powerless in the situation. Wouldn't it hurt to give her a bra to go with it?

She reluctantly put on the revealing garments that left little to the imagination as the robe barely covered her breasts with exposed nipples even when tying the sash. She stepped out of her room, thinking she had time to watch another movie until...

*Ding-Dong! *Ding-Dong!

'Crud, the plumber is here already? Could've at least gave me a call beforehand.' She thought.

"Coming!" she called out as she went over to the front door.

But as she did, the onyx gem glowed again. Her tits began to grow, slowly inflating from EE cup to F to G to finally H size, making her moan and freeze in her tracks. She even felt her pussy moisten at the sensations. Now the robe barely contained the enlarged milkers.

"Sweet Bastet! Their huge!" she exclaimed. "Ugh, that box...and I just washed."

She continued to the door and opened it, revealing a 6.5ft tom with brown fur with black stripes and black ear tips. He had pro-wrestler muscular physique, outlined by his grey coveralls with a nametag labeled Preston, and held a blue toolbox. Not to mention wielding a visible package as well.

'Wow, what a stud!' Chance thought as she ogled the guy, blushing with her tail lightly wagging as female hormones kicked in again.

"Good afternoon miss Furlong. So...um sink trouble, right?" Preston asked, slightly distracted by her barely covered cleavage from her see through robe, gaining a bit of a bulge, yet tried to be professional.

"O-oh, yes. Um, right this way." She said, leading him to the kitchen and showed how the sink wasn't working.

"Okay, I see the problem. I'll fix this up in a jiffy." The tom said as he set the toolbox aside, took out a wrench, and proceeded to work as he went beneath the sink.

"You know, miss Furlong. I'm really a big fan of your movies esp. Busty Bengal Bandits."

"Oh, you don't say..." she uttered. 'Big is an understatement for a bod he has.'

Chance looked on, ogling Preston as he did his business and seeing his muscles bulge and flex while using the tools. She couldn't help but stare at his junk, getting slightly heated. Internally, she wished he could get out of that coveralls and reveal it all.

As if on cue to satisfy her thoughts and desires, the box glowed again. Then, the cats' clothes began to slowly disintegrate or fade out of existence, vanishing into thin air, eventually leaving them in their birthday suits. Chance was taken aback for moment, but Preston didn't seem to notice or even care, like a natural nudist. Yet her attention was drawn back towards the brown tom as his eleven-inch girthy rod was in full view. Eyeing it, she licked her lips hungrily, wanting it inside of her in all sorts of ways.

Soon, the plumber finished his work, coming out from under the sink and wiping the sweat from his brow. Again, he didn't seem to be bothered that they were suddenly naked. He tested the tap and it worked.

"Okay, ma'am, you're sink is working good now!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Puma. So much will it be?"

"The cost is $150."

"Not a problem. I'll write a check out. Um...just wondering, do you have any other appointments today?"

"No, none since it's close to 5 and usually end my day around that."

"I hope you don't mind staying for a bit more." She said in a sultry tone as she walked over to him. "I'd like to give you a...tip. If you give me yours." Gesturing as she teased his cock tip with a finger as pre started leaked down, making him tense up and nervous for a moment before suddenly his eyes flashed for a bit, calming down, looking dreamily and equally lustfully at her. No doubt the box's influence had taken hold.

"Don't mind if I do. Besides, I see you have sprung a leak." He said gesturing to her wet pussy as he wiped her clit with two fingers, making her shudder and purr.

It wasn't long til they started to kiss with entangled tongues for a moment.

"How about we continue this in bed?" Chance said, breaking the kiss for a moment and earning a simple nod from Preston.

He then scooped her up in his arms, bridal style and walked towards the bedroom. After entering, he shut the door and laid her on the bed. Preston proceeded to crawl on top of her, using his tongue to travel up her body from her crotch to her navel to her tits, making her purr and shudder along the way. Soon, he was face to face to her, nuzzling and licking her before they locked lips in another passionate kiss.

"Ready?" the tom said as his cock rubbed up against her snatch.

"Yes, take me, Preston."

And with that, he entered inside her, making her moan loudly. Slowly he pumped his shaft in and out of her, grinding against pulsating pussy walls while Chance purred in unison.

"Oooh~aah! Prrrrrrr~...Mmm...Yes...!" she moaned. "Ooooh...Fa-haah...Faster..."

And that he did, pumping in and out of her at a rapid pace that she had to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck just to keep steady. Her moans and purrs grew louder with each quick thrust and in between were kissing and tit squeezing. Pressure building up as climax was close at hand.

"Ah....haah...ooooh~...P-Preston. I-I coming...close! OOH-AAAH!" Chance cried out as her vagina let loose a stream of sticky fluids all over his shaft, slickening it completely to his balls.

"Unh! Haah....Oooh...M-Me... T~OOO!" Preston yowled as his hose blasted a river of semen into her womb, making her body shudder and purr again.

As they began to tire, they rested in each other's arms in the afterglow of sex for a few minutes until Chance spoke up.

"Oh Preston, that felt amazing... definitely better than some of the actors I've done it with, on and off set. So how was it like to have sex with your number one celeb?" she asked.

"Like a wet dream come true." He replied jokingly, earning a slight chuckle from her.

The couple embraced again much closer. Chance looked over to the box and quietly said that Preston couldn't hear.

"Thanks for the gift."

THE END