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"Have you met Samantha?" asked Chris.

Cindy leaned back to look around Chris, to the smaller feline that was seated beyond him, "That her? I'm told she's been assigned as a permanent partner? How did that happen?"

Samantha flashed her carnivorous teeth before she explained, "We were bonded just before they caught us. Though I could, technically, go without Chris, it would be a real drag."

The small lioness leaned in against Chris, "It's not easy to explain but he's like my perfect mate, or that's how I feel."

Chris lifted his shoulders, "It's mostly one way, but we are friends at least, and we get along most of the time. Anyway, I just thought of something. Who were you before all this, Samantha?"

Samantha rolled her shoulders slowly, "I'd rather not talk about it..."

Cindy leaned over, reaching to place a hand on Sam's head, "Hey, we're all in this together."

"Only because Chris asked."

Chris nodded slowly, "Thank you."

As a sort of reward, Chris picked up the smaller Sam and placed her in his lap. With soft pets over her head, she began to tell her tale.

Samantha was originally Sam. Sam worked at a local sandwich shop. He was overweight, balding, and had few friends. He did show up to work on time though, and did overtime when requested. That fateful night was one such time.

It was inventory, so Sam was forced to stay long after closing, counting everything in the store three times for the satisfaction of the boss. Just as he was reaching the end, he heard the jingle of the bell hanging over the door.

He hadn't locked it. If someone wanted a late night sandwich, why not? He emerged from the back, already droning out his welcome, "... what can I get for you?" he finished as he looked over the counter and down.

A kid? No. Kids don't have tits, or tails. It was a cat, about four feet tall. She held up her arms towards Sam, bouncing in place, which made her generous front jostle along with her.

"Uh. It aint Halloween yet kid," said Sam, making a shooing motion.

The feline easily ducked under the partition separating the behind the counter from the rest of the store. Sam noticed that the cat was showing flesh on the ends of those breasts, and between her legs too. It was far too real to be a costume.

He backed away, but not fast enough for the sprinting feline. She grabbed at his pants, yanking down the zipper. Sam didn't remember when he became stiff, but his cock popped right out of his pants to bounce in front of the cat. She grinned up at the terrified man before she sank her snout around the organ, sucking noisily.

Despite a small rational voice urging him to run, or to attack the cat, he grabbed the cat by the head instead. He pushed his cock into that wet hot place and shuddered in pleasure. Almost immediately, he was filling that muzzle with a few jets of seed.

His legs felt funny, shrinking rapidly as the feline pressed against him, forcing him to lay down. Her lips remained affixed to his cock as pleasure filled his changing body. His feet became small paws and the shoes fell off. His pants started to feel huge and they fell off of his now smaller but flared hips. The small feline drew away from the cock, massaging his balls as she clambered on top of him.

Her tight little cunt sank onto the cock, rocking hard and fast as the feline rubbed his belly and chest. No longer stunned, Sam began to reciprocate the attention, grunting as he thrust up into the female. Each thrust felt like an explosion from his groin and climax was all too fast. His balls emptied for the last time as they drew up into his body, shaft following, inverting into a furry vagina.

Victim emasculated, the small cat slid upwards and licked at a nipple with a small rough tongue, sending shivers of delight through the rapidly changing man. Sam was now a feline from the hips down. He looked quite ridiculous, with a small lower body below his fat human top. The cat was happy to fix this, nursing greedily from his man tits as they began to grow a pelt of fur over themselves.

His grunts became soft sighs and moans as his head shrank down and ears became round lion ears. He gained the head of a lion and mewled as thick milk exploded from... her... breasts. A thin tail exploded out from her tightening ass and her gut pulled back in to a sleekly furred predator's body. The cat had given her the gift of youth, and she never felt better. Fully transformed, the original feline kissed the new one, then dashed off, holding her swelling belly.

Sam pushed up to her feet and looked around. The inventory didn't seem very important anymore, so she wandered out of the shop. She felt an urge. She needed something badly. She tried to find the word for it in her foggy mind. "Sister..." she whispered, and went into the night to find it, leaving her old life behind.

"And that's how I found Chris. He was looking so sad, I just went up and introduced myself. We both felt great until the Zephyr guys came and collected us," finished Samantha. She turned in Chris' lap and nuzzled his chest through the baggy clothing he was wearing, "And I found my sister, even if it's a he."

Cindy nodded slowly, "Wow, well... I guess you got it good then, overall. You make me think I should change my name though. I look like a guy, so Cindy isn't really working."

Chris lifted his shoulders, "Well, if you insist," he says, considering names as he stroked over Sam's head, "Carl?"

Cindy frowned a moment, but then nodded, "Carl it is. I can't think of anything better. So when does the briefing start?"

A voice from the front of the room cleared their throat. The source was a mostly human who's left hand and arm had been replaced with that of a robot, along with their right foot.

"As soon as everyone has settled down," spoke the man who wore a Zephyr Inc identification badge with a large number of marks on it, "We can begin the briefing."