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Even though his girlfriend was already small-time famous, Ethan couldn't bring himself to calm down, at the thought of _finally_making it to the next level of high society.

At previous events and get-togethers, things were on a smaller scale. There were some names that Ethan recognized from his own free time and YouToob browsing, but this was the first time he could recall that Sarah was invited to the home of a real celebrity.

Plenty of celebs threw massive and extravagant parties at Halloween, but Heidi Klum was particularly infamous for having the party that everyone needed to attend. It wasn't easy for someone to get their name on the guest list, but Heidi was at the cutting edge of recognizing those online talents that were kept away from A-list gatherings by their 'amateur' status.

Sarah was glad to finally be shedding herself of such a degrading title, but part of taking herself to the next level was making sure that Ethan looked the part, as well.

"You really want to do a couple's costume to a party like...w-well, like that?"

Ethan's question wasn't meant to sound so offended, but he knew that he was fortunate to have such a successful woman in his life, and at that, one that remained faithful to him throughout her rise to low stardom.

"All the best couples in Hollywood do those big, goofy, matching outfits for themselves and their families, don't they?" Sarah asked. "If we want to make a good first impression, we need to do something that's really gonna make a splash, and no one can ignore a sexy looking lady with a whip."

Sarah came up with the idea of being a big-cat tamer for her costume well before they knew they were getting the invitation, and she'd promised to put that whip to good use in the bedroom, just as long as Ethan was well-behaved at the big event.

That left Ethan with very few options, however, and suggestions among them had him worried that he might be the token furry that was dragged up, kicking and screaming, into higher society.

"And you still don't think I could be your partner in taming, instead of...y-you know... the cat?"

"For what it's worth, I think you're gonna make a pretty sexy jaguar, darling."

"Thank you, I think."

Sarah giggled. "Trust me, that was a compliment, and when Amalia is done with you, you're gonna think you were born a jaguar. She's a real magician with a paintbrush, and making people look like animals for performance pieces is what she was born to do."

"A little face paint, a convincing costume, some fake fur, and a few hours in the spotlight," Ethan muttered it to himself, but seeing Sarah in a preview of her scant outfit was helping him accept his lot in life. "I think I can handle that."

"Maybe a tiny bit of fake fur to sell the illusion, but...about your... costume..."

Ethan's heart sunk into his stomach. "What about it?"

"What if I told you that Amalia was actually planning on doing a full, body paint costume for you?"

"...You're kidding, right?"

Though he was the supportive type, Ethan was already out of his comfort zone, going to such a huge party with so many A-list celebrities. Anyone would be intimidated by going to such an event, but Ethan especially wasn't the type to go out on the town.

Being a piece of eye candy for his girlfriend to parade around would have stroked his ego a little bit, but knowing that he would be out in the spotlight, he was still trying to wear a smile and act as though he wasn't at all bothered by Sarah's idea.

"Not at all, babe, but...trust me, Amalia is super talented, and she's not gonna do anything that we'd be uncomfortable with," Sarah claimed. "Just give her a chance to work her magic, and you won't even recognize yourself when we're all done!"

There wasn't much time for them to faff around, and Ethan wouldn't cause them to be late to the party with his indecision.

Through a heavy sigh, Ethan nodded. "If it means that much to you-

"It does! It totally does!"

"...Then let's head on over there. Last thing we need is to be late to such a huge occasion."

"It's okay to be fashionably late, Ethan."

He cast a sideways glare at his girlfriend, and with a quiet huff, she came in close and kissed his cheek to ease any bad blood. "Okay, okay; I won't push anymore of your buttons, darling. I'll give Amalia a call."

**

"You seriously can't stay?"

Ethan was perfectly fine with being in another woman's bedroom. Amalia's was particularly large, making it easy for him to stand above a tarp in the middle of the floor, but the fact that her bed was given such an inviting presentation was already making Ethan uncomfortable.

If not for the fact that Sarah was there, he would have openly questioned the intentions of her friend, but he didn't want to insult Amalia; coming across as the bad guy right before they were set for a night on the town didn't bode well, and knowing the kind of eyes that would be on them that evening, Ethan was terribly worried about the optics.

"I've got a few more things to take care of with my own costume before we head to the house," Sarah admitted. "I figured I could drop you off here, let you and Amalia get acquainted, she'll paint you up, give you a few minutes to dry, and by the time I get back, we'll be the talk of the party!"

As much as he was an inward person, Ethan was trying not to let it get under his skin that he was going to have to be the focus of so much attention. It was a foregone conclusion, but where he was still frustrated at the possibility, Sarah was beaming at the thought of having the most interesting costumes at an A-list event.

"Trust me, dude," Amalia chimed in. "Just relax and enjoy the experience. If you learn to settle down, you might have a little fun with it!"

"She's right," Sarah claimed, her giggle taking a tone that Ethan couldn't ignore--one that told of the girls being a little closer than he realized--and he wasn't sure if he liked it. "You should see how much people pay her for this kind of treatment, usually."

Keeping the truth of his comments to himself, Ethan swallowed back his pride and nodded. With a bashful groan, he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, ruffling the raven tresses atop his skull. "I don't doubt how skilled she is, and I'm sure this will be...f... fun ," he choked through the word. "But can you understand why it feels a little uncomfortable for me?"

"I trust her, and I trust you ," Sarah mentioned. "So there's really nothing for you to worry about...and don't forget that this is a full body costume, Ethan!"

His shirt was tossed aside carelessly. In the face of pulling off his pants in front of another woman, his shirt felt entirely insignificant. "Trust me, I hadn't forgotten in the least, dear."

Knowing that he was still a little bit uneasy with the idea, Sarah stood by his side, instead. "Okay...pull 'em off," she said. "Boxers, too. I'll wait until you're done."

"Aren't you in a rush?"

"Yes," she reiterated, as she grabbed the front of his jeans. "So unbuckle that belt! We've got a lotta work to do if we're gonna make you look like a proper jaguar before the party starts!"

Some face paint and a body suit wouldn't have done the trick with such a high-brow crowd. Ethan could accept that, but he was still hesitant to tug apart the button on the front of his jeans, even when Sarah was helping him shimmy out of his clothes.

Even before the hem of his boxers draped over the tip of his cock, Sarah was stepping away from him...but she refused to leave the room until she was certain that he'd keep his clothes on the floor and out of the way.

"If she's as talented as you say she is, I'm sure that won't be a problem," Ethan argued. Looking down over his own body, he was a little disappointed with his pale skin and the subtle pudge that was gathering just above his waistline; like many other men before him, he was discovering how difficult it was to maintain good and proper shape, into his early 30's. "The way you talk about her skills with a brush, you make her sound more like a magician than an artist."

"Artwork is magical," Amalia suggested. In the middle of his argument with Sarah, Ethan hadn't noticed the shorter woman sneaking up on him, grinning the entire time and making the occasional eye contact with Sarah to make sure it was okay to keep teasing him. "And by the time I'm done with you, I'm sure you'll agree."

It wasn't too much--not yet--but it was a level of intimacy that Ethan wasn't expecting from anyone, save for Sarah...and she was already stepping backwards from the bedroom door, having given Ethan a parting gift of a firm smack on his bare rump and a quick, playful kiss on his blushing cheek.

"I love you, dear! Trust me, you're gonna be so glad you gave this a try!"

Her call offered little reassurance, and a whispered "Love you too," from Ethan never reached her ears. She was always going a mile a minute, and just like that, her long, flowing locks of blond and her infectious smile were a mile away and only getting further down the road.

Standing in her proverbial dust, Ethan looked down at the tarp, seeing the puddle of his clothes by his feet. Another foot came in close and kicked them away, and immediately, he dropped his palms over the naked flesh of his cock.

"What part of full body didn't she make clear to you?" Amalia teased. "The core concept, or...?"

"I didn't think my girlfriend would be okay with leaving me naked in the presence of another woman," Ethan confessed. "I feel like neither one of you has understood that core concept!"

"Well, I'm not here to take advantage of you, and from everything Sarah's told me, you're a sweet and honorable guy, so I'm really not worried about you behaving yourself," Amalia claimed. Standing just a hint shorter than Ethan, she came all the way around the front of his body and stood before him, making sure to lock eyes with him the whole time, maintaining respect for his nerves. "I'm just here to work my magic on you...and if you relax, I think we'll both have a wonderful time with it."

Ethan simply didn't have the kind of mind to think of himself as a work of art, but Amalia was already peering past his insecurities: like a master sculptor, she was looking to the majestic beast that she knew was hiding under his anxious surface.

"Okay, okay...I'll...give it my best," Ethan offered. "But you can understand why this is a little weird for me, right?"

"Most people would be a little concerned about being naked in a room with someone other than their spouse, yes. I can understand why you're worried," Amalia met him in the middle, as she gathered a few of her supplies from her vanity. "But your body is nothing to be ashamed of, and as far as I'm concerned, it's going to make a fantastic canvas."

Having felt as bashful about the moment because of his own distaste of his body, Ethan was quietly delighted to hear kind words from Amalia, but he didn't want to lean too much into any of her compliments.

The last thing he needed was to sport a sudden erection, when he was supposed to be doing something comfortable and casual.

"What do you need me to do, then?" Ethan asked.

"For starters, you can actually relax," Amalia teased. "Spread your legs a little bit, lift your arms from your sides, and when the paint touches your skin, try not to jump too much; it's gonna be a little bit chilly."

"Nothing you can do to warm it up?"

"Not if you want it to actually stick to your skin, no. This isn't one of those take-home kits that you pour on yourself and flop around on a tarp to make a supposed piece of artwork...these ingredients take precious time to prepare. They must be kept at a certain temperature."

For the first time that afternoon, Amalia was the more intense of the two, but it was grounding for Ethan to know that she was capable of being serious.

"O-oh, okay. Understood," he acknowledged. "So I just stand still and try to relax?"

"That's all you need to do, Ethan. The rest is up to me and my magic."

"You keep calling it that-

"Because that's what it is, dear."

Amalia didn't have to defend her statement with a longer explanation, when the wizened shaft of a paint brush told some of the story for her. Aged oak that looked to have been plucked straight from the trunk of a tree was decorated with horsehair tip, and at the very end of the same, the first beads of paint were collected...

...But if Ethan was looking over his shoulder, right then, he would have seen that the brush never dipped into the paint cannister. Instead, it hovered over the very surface of that light, rusty orange concoction, allowing the paint to jump up to the brush itself.

If he missed that, I wonder how much I can really get away with? Amalia thought. Not that Sarah gave me clearance to do anything too untoward, but if she wants his costume to be completely accurate, this brush is going between his legs before the day is over.

Sarah did want to make a splash at the party, but even she would be caught off guard by the impossibly realistic job that her friend was about to do.

"Relax. Breathe," Amalia instructed. "And remember that this will warm up to your skin in no time at all."

The first stroke of the brush came down against his shoulder, moving along cool, pale skin, but that touch immediately recoiled--Amalia knew that Ethan wouldn't be able to hold completely still--keeping her from making a mistake with her first stroke.

" Ooh, o-oh... h-hell, that's cold!" Ethan shuddered at the very presence of those bristles, but it was the cool, unnerving paint that forced him to shiver in place. "Is there any way you can turn up the heat in this room a little bit?"

"Painting is very thirsty work, Ethan. If I turn it up too much, I'm afraid this particular blend won't set on your skin."

Wanting nothing more than to wrap his shirt back around his body, the greater sense of duty to his girlfriend kept Ethan's arms just above his sides, his fingertips dangling as if he was trying to hold a pair of bags away from his thighs.

"I...h-hell. Okay," he groaned. "I'll try to do a better job of holding still."

Amalia lowered the enchanted brush to his flesh once more, and this time, she left it in place, allowing Ethan to adjust to the cool sensation. When his shuddering faded away, she dragged the brush down, toward the middle of his spine...and though the bristles contained only one color, a rosette immediately bloomed on his flesh, right behind the path the brush took.

There was no full body mirror for Ethan to see what was going on, and even the vanity mirror to his side didn't have the right angle to reveal the nature of the magical paint to him. "You know, that really wasn't so bad after all," he said, though his words were more of a boost to his own confidence than a full truth. "And you said it warms to the skin quickly?"

"By the time I'm done with you, it'll probably be sweltering , but you may find that to your benefit when you're out on a chilly evening like this," Amalia mentioned. "Something about my particular brand of paint tends to make people feel a warm sense of comfort inside."

"I guess those people are just into this, more than I am."

"Give it time, Ethan. You may change your mind yet."

Dipping her brush right into the cannister that time, having sensed that Ethan was paying closer attention, the artist lifted the bristles back carefully and began treating him like he was a proper landscape: she needed to fill in the majority of the background before she went worrying about the finer details.

The rusty orange of a base coat was spreading between his shoulder blades with long, easy strokes, but they weren't lazy or careless. Every time the brush came back over his spine, Ethan could tell that Amalia was taking great care not to overlap her own path too much.

She was a master of her craft, and if Ethan was going to be a living example of what she could do with a brush, especially on such a grand stage, she wanted to put her best foot forward.

"Huh. Not that I doubted you, but that first spot on my shoulder already feels kinda warm," Ethan admitted. He had no idea that there was a rosette against his shoulder blade, and couldn't have guessed that tiny, nigh invisible tufts of darker fur were filling in that spot. They came without any pressure, any irritation, any itch...as though it was the same body hair that he'd always felt on his skin. "This paint is breathable, right?"

"Oh, extremely so," Amalia replied. "Don't worry about that...this will wash right out of your pores when you're ready to shower off. Your skin may actually be refreshed by it!"

Ethan snickered. "Forgive me for doubting that, but I've never heard of getting paint on your skin being a refreshing or cleansing thing."

"Then you still have a lot to learn, don't you?"

As far as he was concerned, Ethan was only there to do a favor for his girlfriend. Learning a lesson had never crossed his mind; he never would have thought it to be in the cards in the first place.

What lesson there was to be learned was to trust his girlfriend and the people that _she_trusted, but then...like any mess that Ethan would have gotten himself into, it was going to get worse before it got better...

...Starting with the sudden shift of his posture.

"Ooooh, oh wow...s-still kinda cold at the base of the spine, there," Ethan admitted, feeling a greater pressure in the small of his back. A larger, thicker dollop of paint settled against his skin, but without the brush moving it around, Ethan was sure that he could feel it spreading over the top of his rump.

He only hoped that his eyes were playing tricks on him when he noticed the presence of slow, oozing paint moving around the front of his hips, without any brush to guide it there.

"Rest assured that every drop of paint on your body will be as warm as a fresh coat of fur before the hour is up," Amalia claimed, though she knew her words would offer little comfort, if any, when she saw Ethan's pale expression gazing into the side mirror. "I'm sorry that I had to resort to more advanced techniques, but time is of the essence, Ethan...you do have a schedule to keep, don't you?"

Ethan could have reasoned that extra, spilled paint might have dripped around his hips--that was possible, at least--but seeing how it defied gravity, refusing to pour down the front of his thighs in the way that any liquid should have...that was more than his mind could wrap around.

"I'm only gonna ask this on-

"Magic," Amalia cut him off. "I've already told you several times, so you needn't ask, Ethan. I did tell you to just relax and enjoy the process, didn't I?"

"But what...w-what process is this?"

"The kind of process that other people in the know have paid fortunes for," she boldly proclaimed. New pride moved through her wrist as she drew a series of tight, rapid circles at the base of his spine, forcing flecks of paint to splash away from Ethan's flesh.

They _should_have splashed upon the ground, but instead, rosettes flittered through the air, waiting in place for the shape of his expanding spinal cord to move into; he was growing a tail, and this time, there was no denying the feeling of something reaching through the middle of his back and pulling on his entire skeleton from within.

It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but like the first time he'd been worked on by a chiropractor, it was every bit as harrowing as it was enjoyable.

"Anyone could throw a coat of body paint on you and say that you're a jaguar," Amalia carried on, seeing that Ethan's lungs were struggling to draw a breath. "But only someone with my particular talents can literally paint the body of a jaguar into your own with such proclivity that the whole world believes it...that you believe it."

Though it seemed like a far-off concern at the time, Ethan had been worried about how he was going to play a convincing jaguar. He didn't doubt that Amalia would be able to make him look the part, but all Sarah had to do was poke at him with a whip and joke about making him do things on command, for her part.

He wasn't sure what he could have done right, other than growling from time to time and making faces...but the latter was going to prove quite the effective strategy, as narrow streaks of black seeped around his eyes with all the dark, impenetrable quality of eyeliner.

"I'm seeing it, but I'm still not sure about the whole believing it aspect," Ethan confessed. He was shaking again, but it was for an entirely new reason: as he watched the tip of a tail emerge from the small of his back and felt his body shifting toward an invisible gravity, it was hard to blame him for being so disturbed.

It was in the nature of both humans and cats, however, to be curious to a fault...and seeing his flesh expand and immediately bloom with fluff and rosettes, he was more interesting in seeing what happened next, than in trying to put a stop to the process.

"You were able to feel that, weren't you?" Amalia asked. She wasn't trying to capture Ethan's gaze, but she knew she had his full attention as her brush guided the length of his tail out and away from his body, shifting the entire nature of his posture and elongating his spine, little by little. "If feeling isn't real enough for you, I may be out of tricks, after all."

With a quick kiss of the brush to a decidedly feline appendage, Amalia brought Ethan's tail to a completed state, save for the shorter, softer furs that continued to emerge at their own pace. Already, those smooth, delicate bristles had spread across the entirety of his back, giving new depth and texture to a field of sand, decorated with darker, chaotic rosettes.

He was already looking the part of a natural, big cat, but Amalia had plenty of work left to do on the front of his body, if he was to be the most distinguished costume at the party; he was sure to be the only living costume, at the very least.

"Dunno if you can blame me for the disbelief," Ethan said. "But I...y-yeah...I definitely feel that...who knew that it would be so sensitive?"

His tail gave a quick lash as he tried to imagine it having been a part of his body his entire life, but Ethan didn't realize how much of the movement of his tail would be unconscious reactions to his mood and his environment.

That would _help_with the realism of the costume, more than anything, but that realism would be undone by the presence of a tail on such a human looking face.

"Believe me when I say that plenty of people will want to put your hands all over you," Amalia warned him. "But you should make sure that Sarah is the only one to take you home, when the party is done..."

"Why's that?"

"You'll just have to find out, won't you?"

Stepping around the front of her test subject, dragging her brush along the cheeks of his rump and tugging a streak of paint around his thigh, Amalia lifted a finger when she noticed Ethan's palms reaching for his groin again. "Trust me," she carried on. "I'm only going to touch it with the brush, okay?"

"You...y-you're actually gonna paint my dick?"

"I just painted those cute little cheeks back there, and you didn't have any problem with that..."

Ethan didn't have a proper argument for that, but he was still hesitant to let anyone other than Sarah come so close to his cock.

"Tell you what: how about I start up here," Amalia offered, tapping her brush against either side of his skull. "And work my way down? That might help you feel a little more comfortable with what I'm about to do."

Training himself to keep his hands away from his junk was a difficult task, but Ethan let out a sigh...and hearing the sound of his exhale on the top of his head distracted him from his manhood entirely.

"Wait. W-wait a minute...why does it sound like I'm breathing from above myself?"

Tracing the shape of soft, rounded ears on either side of the top of his skull, Amalia trained the flesh of Ethan's human ears to move up the sides of his face, leaving trails of new, downy fur in their wake.

"Big cats don't have ears on the sides of their heads, like us," Amalia reminded him. Painting in the air and matching the shape that she wanted his ears to take, the crafty witch molded the first of his new senses--seeing their first wiggle brought a smile to her face--but she didn't have time to dwell. "And they don't have such shallow faces, either..."

Dragging the brush down between his eyes, Amalia picked up her pace, shifting his eyes away from their human perspective with a single stroke. Vertigo kicked in for an instant when the slits down the middle of his eyes opened, pushing through his human orbs and overtaking them...but their new, feral green was such a captivating display that Amalia had to remind herself of the rules.

He'll be hard to keep my hands off, but this is a paid job, she thought. And Sarah is your friend...Ethan's a good guy...do right by them.

She could have bent the rules slightly, but as the shape of Ethan's face expanded away: first, looking as though he'd just been stung by a bee, and then, as if inhuman strength was molding and reworking his bones...she allowed herself that one, forbidden pleasure.

The tip of her brush tickled down the valley of his neck, and as it passed through, human skin tones came away from Ethan's flesh, drifting through the air and coming to settle in the base of another paint jar. This one was empty to start with, but as Amalia traced the soft, slight jiggle of Ethan's chest, she pulled away his softer flesh, replacing it with a firmer, narrower spread of muscle.

He would be powerful, but lithe, the way that any expeditious hunter should have been.

"Wh...wha...wafs habbenin to mah fafes?"

Normally, Amalia had to tell her canvases not to giggle, but she was the one forced to steady her brush and her tone as she traced the outline of his stomach, brushing away the excess flesh and revealing the longer, slimmer muscles of a feline's torso. That same strength was yet to surge through Ethan, but as he became adjusted to his new body, he'd have a wonderful time showing off what an impressive physique he'd gained, even through the growing field of fur that traveled down his abdomen.

"You really can't tell, yet? You do know that jaguars have muzzles and snouts, right?"

Claws hooked around the ends of growing digits, but in Ethan's approximation, they were still close enough to nails for him to sell that he was human...or at least, that he _used_to be.

Turning his head fully and seeing the growing of his fangs before he had a chance to properly feel their expanded enamel, poking and prodding against the new shape of his expanded jawline, Ethan was too bewildered by the spots between his eyes and the different shape they'd taken to worry as much about the way that even a subtle flex of his stomach revealed a valley of tight, slender muscle.

Once he settled in, he'd be delighted to see just how much of excess pudge had been whisked away, but Amalia wasn't allowing herself to be caught up with that delicacy, either: she was focused more on completing the final detail of her work, and Ethan, for his part, couldn't hope to ignore it.

The cool sway of the bristles around the shaft of his cock forced him to shudder anew, but this time, when he gazed down at Amalia, he felt a greater confidence in halting her progress...

...Yet...he refused to do so, rather enjoying the sight of the witch, kneeling before his nearly completed transformation.

"For all the improvements you've given me, it looks like you're...m-making that shorter, somehow," he mentioned, but his stumbling wasn't a lack of confidence.

It was the struggle that came with describing how the shaft of his cock was being wrapped up in a warm, slick tube of excess flesh, decorated with plentiful enough fluff that the presence of boxers would have seemed a waste.

Of course, covering up the adjusted shape of his length wasn't crossing his mind. He could see that the normally rounded tip of a human's cock was fading under the growth of short, sharpened barbs, and where pale skin once covered the shaft, an exposed organ of vibrant, pinkish-red had come to overtake the overgrown fluff around his new sheath.

"Trust me, I've made a bit larger , but...like the best presents, you don't want to show off too much of it before you're ready for someone to unwrap it," Amalia explained. "The animal kingdom would agree, and you...well...you're just looking ready to take your throne, aren't you?"

Stepping back from her living canvas with a final tap to the end of his tip, she considered her work completed, but she wasn't surprised to hear Ethan being a bit of a critic.

"You know...there's gonna be a lot of people at this party," he reminded her. "Think you can add a little more fluff for me?"

Those softer, warmer follicles between his thighs were a greater comfort than he could have ever expected, but no matter how many more of them Amalia brought to life, it wouldn't be enough to fully obscure what he'd been blessed with.

**

"Is it safe in there? Can I come in?"

Sarah was already prying open the door, in the middle of asking her question.

With one foot through, her jaw was already starting to drop at the humanized jaguar that was standing in the middle of the room--still stark naked, as he would have been in the wild--but Ethan's lower mandible did the same when he saw the tiny, khaki skirt and button-up belly shirt that his girlfriend picked for her outfit.

With the top button undone, a hat tilted down to obscure her gaze, and a whip in her hand, she was emphasizing the sex appeal as much as the outfit itself, but she didn't need to ask if Ethan enjoyed her costume or not.

His cock was emerging from the sheath for the very first time before she had a chance to find the words, and much to her forbidden delight, the feline shape was every bit as long as Ethan had ever been, even before it came to a full, throbbing erection.

"...We planned this far ahead...spent all this time getting ready early...and now we're still gonna be late," Sarah tried to groan, but getting an eyeful of her transformed boyfriend, she couldn't cling to any disappointment. "Just how long is it gonna take for that to go down?"

Amalia was standing behind her masterpiece and grinning all the while, as a leaner, stronger Ethan picked up his own jaw, setting it in place with an eager grin. "No idea, but you did say it was good to be fashionably late, didn't you?"