FSE

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At the edge of Nettville, where the sturdy, brick welcome sign awaited visitors braving the icy roads, snow piled atop the curvature of the sign in a building heap that increased with each additional 'X' on the December calendar. A white bank built from the snow that'd constantly been falling since winter had set in and angled down from all angles of the sign, covering the stacked red brick that built its foundation entirely in the white hill with the wording jutting out the top. The faint sheen of frost covered the letters with a glossy blue shine, but most showed through faintly, "Welcome to Nettville, where great things happen."

The days had shortened, and early afternoon darkness began to settle through the sky as young college student, Kaysen, walked down the snowy road of main street. His coat pulled tight around him, sleeves held taut down over his fingers lest the arms crept up to bare his wrists to the bitter air. A worn hat topped his head, black hair coming out the back. As the sun set in the sky, Kaysen mumbled to himself in time with his brisk steps, sending his visible breath out in a smoke-like cloud. "What am I gonna get her, what am I gonna get her..." He chanted it, trying to will his mind to answer the question about what to get Nena, his girlfriend for well over a year and a half, and a girlfriend he adored since first meeting during first year courses at the university they both attended. Shoving his hands into his pockets and wiggling the stiff, frozen digits, his coat crept up and his wrist chilled while hands warmed. His eyes scanned along the shop signs in search of one in particular. Snow crunched beneath every step forward, reminding him how cold his toes were in his aging boots, worn out after a few too many seasons dragging them back out from the closet instead of tossing them out for newer replacements. Though the tingling chill that encompassed them had become a constant sensation in the cold weather, it was just another thing Kaysen had gotten used to since he'd started saving up for Christmas, stockpiling to get his girl something truly special.

Not only did he have last year to stack up again, but he had more to prove. A single year with a boyfriend is a good relationship, but celebrating a second new year's together marked something truly serious. He wanted to prove himself as a reliable man for now and into the future. With every trudging step towards the gaudy sign down the road that marked his destination, he thought back on their year and a half together.

The entire month before their one year anniversary, Kaysen had barely slept. He spent all spare hours not in class at work between three positions. He worked on campus in the library, shelving and filing for hours on end and doing his homework in the spare moments, at a movie theater on weekend nights, and a pizza place for delivery on week nights. Saturday mornings were reserved for their dates, each one that had been a sweet reprieve from an otherwise hectic lifestyle. With every paycheck, he'd built up to buy her the luxury watch that she wore now every day. "Every second of the past year has been precious to me and I'll remember every one, now I want you to appreciate time as much as I have..." He whispered before giving her the box, a small satin gift box from the jeweler. She'd cried.

He smiled at the memory, feeling his lips crack and ache from the cold. A strand of hair stuck to the dry skin, and a hand swept his shoulder-length hair back over his shoulders. Nena claimed she loved his hair, and she constantly touched it. When they'd kiss, her hands tangled back into his hair as if tethering them together... Keysan sighed, smiling before he stopped in front of his destination. Head tipping back, he looked up the the sign, sparkling with cheap light bulbs: "Desmond Pawnbrokers."

For a full minute, he watched their sign glint and twinkle. "Hmm..." he mumbled to himself with a hopeful smile, "This could really work."

Across town, Nena herself strode through the city center. On each arm, she carried an assortment of bags. Oversized, boxy bags with glossy stores names puked tissue paper out of their brims while dainty, square packages tied together with string dangled off her wrist. Then, a plethora of regular, plastic retail bags filled in the additional space up to each elbow. With every step, something jingled from one of the bags with a Christmas-y rhythm. With her thick, blonde curls pulled up into a bun, she wore a chunky scarf around her neck in a bright mix of green and red over a shockingly white sweater that hung loosely over tight fitting leggings, all paired with trendy knee high boots. Her lips were painted a glossy red. She exuded an easy, suave sort of Christmas cheer. Her steps were bouncy, even peppy while she strode out of one store and towards the next, eyeing the "Holiday Sale!" sign in the front window. Under her breath, she constantly hummed, "Its Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" in a endless loop.

Spotting her direction towards the next boutique, a voice spoke up behind her. "Come onnnn!" Her sister, Colleen, whined from over her shoulder, trailing behind. Glancing back, Nena eyed her pack-mule of a sibling, weighted down with double the amount of bags Nena totted and an additional box balanced under one arm, making every step wobbly and uneven. On her head, sitting at a sloppy angle, she wore a sad excuse for a Santa's hat with the pom-pom tip torn off- instead making her a sad, discolored wizard who'd battled through the day long shopping spree. "We have enough!"

Too late. They'd already crossed the threshold into the store and Nena stepped towards a sale rack teaming with knitted items all marked down to "Ridiculously Low Bargains!" as the advertisement plastered to the wall behind it announced. "Almost done! Almost!" Nena waggled a finger at her sister and started to circle around the rack, a shark locating prey unit she zeroed in on a bin of 99 cent hats left on top. She began to sift through it while Colleen pouted dejectedly from behind her.

"Ohh, wouldn't this look nice on Kaysen?" She held up a tacky, Christmas themed hat of red, cable knit and a dainty rim of reindeer around it. "I think it'd compliment his hair!"

"Well, it'd certainly fit the rest of his cheap clothes..." Colleen chuckled harshly, idly flicking a shirt along the metal rod of its rack before meeting her older sister's gaze again. "Honestly, dump him already."

Nena's stare hardened, drawing her eyes into a glare even with the glitter lightly dusted over each lid like the sparkle of freshly fallen snow crusting on the yard. "You know his parents won't give him cash. He can't spend that much money on fashion." She sighed, a tired sound that made it obvious Colleen had brought the subject up before. Then, she shook her head slightly and tightened her grip on the hat. "If only he would allow me to buy things for him..."

Then, she purchased the hat, including the included gift wrap with bow! She thought about throwing in a sample size of their offered cologne, but Colleen shot her a withering look before the saleswoman roped her in, which convinced her to shake her head sadly no. Then, adding the wrapped bundle beneath Colleen's other arm, they re-entered the stream of shoppers in the mall's walkways towards the front doors that exited into the slight town square.

Pushing the metal-edged glass doors into the cold, the pair of sisters were blasted with the harsh winter air. Nena leaned her chin down into the warm fuzz of her scarf, peering out overtop of its edge while they moved away from the mall's front. Colleen shivered, wobbling her stacks of items before they hit the slick sidewalk and she slide a step forward. "Careful!" Nena warned her, glancing back briefly with wide eyes while they headed forward, meaning she turned back around just as they started to pass the bustling "Cafe de la Square Nord" as the scripted font of their sign read, though those heading inside referred to it simply as the North Cafe. With massive windows on either side of their corner location, the dimming sunlight poured into the dining area and bounced from old-fashioned brick wall. Hanging above the cluttered tables in the busy restaurant, a simple chalkboard read of the specials, all in a mixed franglais style with accents over otherwise English spellings and loopy font.

Above the petit, circular tabletops, dainty chandler-esque lights twinkled faintly with their light catching off the shiny metal of the coat racks scattered against the main walls. Peeking in with normal curiosity, Nena caught sight of a familiar coat draped over the offered arm of a rack with the same souvenir pin that was pinned in the collar of her own knee-length coat from an anniversary date to the orchestra. "Look! It's Kaysen's base clef pin! He must be inside!" She jumped out of the line of sight of the windows and towards the door to the side, facing the order counters instead of the dining area.

"I'm going to surprise him!" Nena gushed, grinning excitedly as she snuck up behind the cafe door in preparation. Her eyes scanned, finding his head amongst the clustered profiles all sipping from steaming mugs inside. The sight of his smooth, black hair pulled into a neat ponytail behind his head brought the corners of her mouth up higher, curling into a grin before she spotted his dark greens eyes briefly looking around- as if he knew she was there!

Her fingers curled tighter around the handle, anticipation beating through her for a second at the idea of a surprise meeting and making her pause, relishing the sensation of excitement before she started to tug back from the door. Just as the door started to slide out of its frame and open, someone else suddenly took the empty seat across from him! With long, straight hair that gleamed under the soft lighting that hung down to the top of pale, perfect cleavage, the other diner was obviously female. As Nena leaned closer, she eyed the woman's smooth skin and full, deep burgundy lips. In a crisp, black dress, the mysterious young woman's curves showed her figure with wide, womanly hips while sultry pumps peeked out from beneath the table along with one long, slender leg. "Who is she?!" Nena mumbled, washing her breath against the window while she tipped to see Kaysen who wore a dark, pinstripe suit with a colored hankie tucked into the pocket rather than his usual worn jeans and faded, thrift store sweaters! "He never wears a suit for me!"

A wrinkle creased the girl's forehead, distrust plumping her lips into a pout before she shifted to watch them through the window. With his hair pulled back into a conservative ponytail, Kaysen's eyes were clear and open before his face pulled into a bright, wide smile and slid a slender, dainty package with a smooth, black wrapping as the backdrop for a shiny, gold ribbon tied around it elaborately. "What?! No! Who is she? What is that? W-why?"

Nena whirled around wildly with her boots scraping on the ice and her bun wobbling atop her head, threatening to unravel from its perfect tucked, bundled state. Spotting her sister's gaze, Colleen's lips pulled into a smug smirk while her shoulders bounced with a shrug. "Hey sis, Told ya so."

"Let's get out of here." Nena muttered, turning from the window and hurrying the rest of the way down the block to her car. After carelessly discarded her shopping bags, all now poisoned with her bad mood to no longer be freshly discovered treasures and mere baggage, she silently started the car and started the tip home. At home, the bags were tossed into the hallway, but then, with a shake of her head, Nena left them to stumbled upstairs.

The clatter of the bags echoed through the house, the mysterious jingle bell rolling on the floor within its bag with a faint tingling sound. While she wiped flour onto an apron, their mother appeared in the arch that led from entry way to kitchen, bringing the faint smell of gingerbread with her. "Is something wrong, sweetie?" she called, but the message merely bounced off Nena's back already halfway up the staircase. Instead, Colleen paused, "You know, boy trouble."

A tired sigh escaped the elder woman. "Ugh." With a shake of her head, she looked pointedly to Colleen. "Did you at least bring home the mouse traps I asked you to get?" For a moment, the younger sister just stared up at her before her lips tightened into a non-answer and she hurried up the stairs in Nena's footsteps.

Collapsing onto her bed with a deep sight, Nena pulled her knees up towards her chest. Her chin lightly rested over one knee while both eyes stared blankly ahead for a long minute before a faint, breaking whimper escaped and they squeezed shut.

"What do I do?" she mumbled in a broken, rough voice. "Should I confront him? Or just hint at it? See if he says anything?" She glanced at her cell phone, considering flicking through the contacts for a friend to call, someone to answer but instead she tossed it up onto her pillow and leaned up to the smooth, but aged leather jewelry case that sat on her grandmother's vanity through 50 years of happy, faithful marriage between her grandparents. "What would grandma do?" she whispered, setting the box reverently onto her knees before she slowly lifted the lid, awaiting the familiar twinkle of her the deceased woman's favorite necklace. It was an antique anniversary present gifted to her granddaughter that still sparkled with what seemed to be the woman's zest and spark living on after her.

But when she lifted the lid, only the satin backdrop faced her. The necklace was gone!

"Where is it? This isn't right! I just had it last week when I showed it to-"

"Honey!" The echo of the doorbell chiming through the house cut off Nena's sentence while her mouthed shouted up the steps to her. "Kaysen is here for you!" Downstairs, lingering in the entry way's hall, Colleen perked up at the sight of her sister's long-haired beau.

"Hey, Kaysen. How's it going?" She greeted, grinning up at him with the some glint of her white teeth.

For a moment he hesitated, surprised at the warmth in her greeting, before he returned it and headed upstairs, thinking to himself. "Wow, that's a first." Then, at the doorway to Nena's room he paused to give a short knock before easing the door open to step in. As he did, Nena skimmed her eyes over him. The suit was gone, replaced with the usual pair of dark jeans that fit tight to his toned legs but torn at the knees to droop and show the bare skin beneath, a loose knit sweater that this time bore a aztec design in fading orange and red, and his scuffed boots which she was sure he hadn't worn with the fancy get-up earlier.

Eyes popping, Nena decided. "I'll test him a bit." She thought to herself before leaping forward from the bed with her arms outstretched towards him. "I missed you so much!" She crooned in a sickly sweet whine before nuzzling into his chest while she hugged into him. "Where have you been all day?"

Kaysen glanced down to where she stared up at him from his chest, her eyes bright and attentive. He smiled slightly, tightening his hug a bit before releasing her. He paused a beat, already feeling a tinge of guilt at having to lie to Nena, but with his goal in mind, out came his cover. "I had to help Dad out fixing his car. Mom needs it to get to work." He gave a little shrug, flashing back to the cafe that morning the nerves of that now coupled with this. "It took me all morning, and I just finished!"

Nena's smile widened. "Oh really?" She snuggled into him again, this time hugging around his arm while looking up with wide eyes, fawning over him adoringly. "You're just so reliable!"

Another jab of guilt shot through him mixed with delight at hearing what he just wanted to hear. "This isn't going to be easy..." he thought, nearly cringing at the idea of holding up a ruse for extended time. Then, she grinned a little and leaned up closer to his ear. "I'm wondering, baby, if you'd go to the pre-Christmas festival with me tomorrow evening?"

He perked up, a bright grin creasing his cheeks. "Sure!" He blurted, nearly blushing at his eagerness before he added, softer. "I'd love to!"

Nena's smile twitched. "Great! Then I can wear that beautiful necklace I showed you last week! The one from my grandmother?" Her eyes stared at him intensely, watching for his reaction. Instantly, he stiffened.

"Well, uhm, now that I think about it, I'm busy tomorrow evening. It's such short notice, I have... ehh..." He stumbled, flustered at being forced to come up with a sudden excuse while she looked up, watching, but she suddenly saved him from it with a tight hug. Her cheek pressed into his chest while her arms circled around him. "No problem! It's better to wait for the real party anyway! Why spoil the premiere?"

Relief wooshed through Kaysen's body, letting him relax into her hug. "Yeah. That's exactly what I thought." He paused, lightly kissing the top of her hair over the smooth hair. "Listen, I have to go now, but I'll be back tomorrow morning to take you out. Promise."

She stepped back, giving him a warm wave before he turned and left. Once alone, Nena's bright smile fell away and curled into a grim smirk as she opened her hand, filled with the scraps of paper filling his pockets. "Too easy..." Then, opening up her grasp, a crunched piece of paper unfolded over her palm: Desmond Pawnbroker's, $900. Pawn back, necklace. 524DS."

"Perfect."

******

"Why do you need to drag me with you!" Colleen's whiny complaints puffed out in clouds of visible breath in the cold air as the pair of sisters slid into the same pawn shop Kaysen had entered mere hours before. "It's obvious, just dump him! And spend more time with me instead!"

Nena shot her a look, eyes tipped down into a sharp glare. "No! We're going to get to the bottom of this!" The door chimed as it closed, rattling the bell on its handle loud enough to send an aging attendant scurrying out from the back.

Setting the note out onto the counter, Nena nodded to the man. Peering down at the paper, the man started to bob his head. "Mmm. Ah-ha. Yes." With a pointed look from the older sister, he set it back down onto the glass and started to speak. "A young man came by here earlier to get a loan for this object. He said he needed to a impress a lady or something, rented a suit and everything. Very motivated." A hand gestured in the air as if to accent his commentary. Then, he squatted down to bring the necklace out, setting it onto a piece of fabric over the counter. "You are here to pick it up, no?"

At her sides, Nena's fingers curled up into fists with every painted nail digging into the soft skin of her palm while her head throbbed with her emotion, building to pure outrage. Seething, blood pulsed in her head while she tried to form simple words. "Yes." The word came out strained and tense, and with a forced smile, she added. "Please."

While he swiped her card into his computer, the man glanced back up. "Pleasure doing business. Can I help you with anything else today, Miss?"

Her self control broke with a sneer. "Not unless you want to sell me poison and be my accomplice in this town's next headline- no."

A frown wrinkled the old man's tanned face. "Trouble?"

From behind, over her shoulder, Colleen interrupted in a shrill sharp voice. "She got cheated on by a low-life and wants to exact her revenge upon the world!"

The man's eyes widened for a moment. "Oh dear..." He hesitated a beat, but then gave a little nod to himself. "I couldn't help you directly kill people, but..." He bent and slowly pulled something out from beneath the counter. Setting it onto the table, Nena looked down at an old, aging briefcase. Worn and aged, the leather glided beneath the touch with a supple, soften texture with faint rips along the handle's edge. As the shopkeeper slowly lifted the lid, it reminded Nena of an old chemistry set with a collection of vials and jars, all half or three-quarters filled and a thick, paperback book.

"It's an antique transformation potion set, for making them. It belong to my great grandmother, but I don't use it anymore." He paused a moment, making a face. "My family uses apps nowadays."

Both the girls stared at him, a mixture of confusion and disbelief pushing their lips down into sharp frowns. His wrinkled hand waved, "Well, I can't give you the app. This is the best I can do for you." Another brief, thinking pause. "I can do $150."

Nena still just stared across the counter at him, though a flicker of consideration showed while one hand lightly traced over the vials smooth edges in the case and the raised letter's of the book in blocky stiff letters, "Transformation Potions."

The man waved his hands again, "Okay, okay. I add money back guarantee, you know where I live here. So you can visit me if you think you got scammed." Nena paused now, chewing idly on her lip before she gave a small nod and pulling out her wallet again. "Okay."

Then, with the briefcase in hand, they walked back home.

******

"This thing is so old!" Colleen murmured, leaning against the wall from where she sat on Nena's bed while the older sister carefully lifted the lid of the briefcase again, letting it fall back. The same bottles filled the bulk of it, though she noticed additional notes and baggies tucked back behind them, leftovers and personalized recipes from the pawn broker's own family's use. One by one, she set out the various bottles, noting that each had a fading label pasted along the belly of the jar.

While she did so, Colleen hefted out the book and began to page through it. Brief images of every animal imaginable flipped by while a finger guided the stream of pages flipping past: anteaters, chickens, chinchillas...

"Wow, there are all kinds of combinations in here!" Bending close over the page she read, "use 32% vial A, 50 grams of product D, and boil powder T from ten to five grams and add. Final product will..." A finger ran down the page to the final paragraph. "Transform the drinker into a cow!" On the next image showed colored drawings of a man holding a slender glass, staring into the liquid inside through dainty spectacles before the next sequence showed the same man but with fur sprouting from his cheeks in a faint tan while hooves took place of his feet. In the final, enlarged image it showed a full cow, yet the same glass perched on its muzzle. "A cow, Neen! Can you imagine Kaysen as a big, fat cow? We could milk him! Imagine how embarrassed he'd be to have big, pink, swinging udders!" She mimed having a bulk jutting from her lower stomach, waggling from side to side. "He could live out in the yard! You could study him for your thesis paper! Test funny foods on him!" She grinned with the mischief of youth, a bright twinkle in her eyes at the building idea unfolding in her mind. "See which ones make him even fatter." She drew a rounded shape over her own belly. "Or which ones give him the runs or make him horny!" A barking laugh exploded out of her mouth before she paused, looking down at the picture again. "Serves him right to be a big serving animal anyways after all you do for him, buying him things and such... It'd be fitting revenge." Her mind ran away from her, imagining Kaysen transforming like the man in the brief comic.

First, fur would sprout over his face maybe even while he could still talk! The guy wouldn't know what hit him as big, black spots started to cover his body. She imagined his pants ripping, it wouldn't hurt anything anyways since he wears rags already! The belt would pop right off, buckle shooting away with the girth of a cow's gut. Falling over, she could picture him still with his human voice begging for Nena to help him, ask what she's doing, why she's doing it! "That's what you get for cheating on me, you street urchin! I'm just lucky I have my awesome sister to help me in this time of need!" Together, the two sister laughed over the imagined Kaysen as a blob-like, pink udder appeared beneath his stomach, teats popping out one by one till they leaked and dripped milk onto the ground. "We should get some little babies in here to eat up that milk!" Kaysen cringed, face starting to morph into a blocky muzzle. "Can you imagine a calf tugging and pulling on those sensitive udders? Here, I'll help you picture it!" Her hand tugged on the slender, finger-like teats one by one, sending hot milk squirting out over the floor while Kaysen's face, losing the last remnants of the handsome, human figure her sister found so attracted, burned with humiliation.

"Ah... That'd be perfect..." Colleen sighed, looking dreamily to her sister for agreement with she could still faintly hear Kaysen begging for mercy, clinging to the last shreds of his self- respect, and ultimately losing her sister so Colleen could have her back, finally have her back to herself!

Instead, Nena gave her sibling a look, sliding the book of her lap and onto her own before she flipped a few pages forward. Her eyes skimmed quickly only the listed ingredients and steps for each recipe. "This is really, really, really complicated! But, he comes here tomorrow morning, so I should have it by then."

While Nena thoughtfully looked through the pages of the book, now going backwards closer to the earlier letters of the alphabet, Colleen's mind raced with the possibilities. "Why don't we change him into something for the Christmas dinner! A hare we could marinate!" She giggled fiendishly. "A thick juicy rabbit, we could skin him and make his fur into something! Gloves! You wanted fur gloves for Christmas! It could be his present! Just imagine his face as you tell him you caught him cheating. He might say he's cooked, fried, all those words that ultimately mean screwed, but this time it'd be true."

Her lips curled into a particularly dark sneer, "This time he'd be just a helpless little bunny, a weakling that couldn't escape us before he put him in a pot to soak up lots of herbs and juices for dinner! We'd all celebrate while we ate him!"

"Or a juicy turkey we could stuff! Oh! That'd be so good too! Oooh! Imagine his face as we told him we we're going to pluck off every feather and stuff his butt full of squishy, gooey stuffing!"

Nena glanced up from the book with a sharp look, "One, that's disgusting. Two, you're a perverse child. Three, shut up." Then, she held up the page she'd reached in the tome. It showed a simpler recipe with an illustration of a woman this time morphing into a feline down the right hand column. "I was thinking of a nice cat. Mom has trouble with mice anyway, and if he learns his lesson..." She paused, briefly remembering what he had to learn as a lesson and cringing with upset. "Well, then he can be human again."

Colleen's face soured, forehead wrinkling with disgust at her sisters statement before she was suddenly shoved off the bed. "Now get out," Nena urged. "I need to concentrate! This will take all evening!"

With a thud, the bedroom door closed before Colleen could say another world. For a moment, she hovered outside the door to listen to the faint tinkle of glass bottles clicking together and the flipping of pages back and forth while her sister set to making the potion, but then she trudged off to her own room for the night, grumbling with every step.

*******

"She was a bottle blonde, she had her sevens onnn! When I think about it now, just cougar on the prowl.~" Colleen rolled over, whining into her pillow at the sudden burst of noise and the glare of sunlight through the window. Thrashing to throw the blankets that trapped her off, the girl popped up into a tired sitting position and listened to the warbling sound of her sister's overly loud singing voice used exclusively in the shower.

"Hey pretty lady, it's crazy you're almost twice my age! I wanna dance on your body the way I shake it on stage!" Behind her voice, the sound of running water coursed through the house, giving her a roaring sound behind her voice. Glancing at the clock, Colleen jolted up. "Kaysen must be getting here soon!"

She leapt out of bed, clumsily stumbling before she caught herself and rushed out of her room. In the hall, she look suspiciously to the shower, checking in with her sister's showing status. For a brief second, her sister's voice flooded her ears again. "She so hiiiiiiiiigh!" Wincing at the pitch, Colleen gave an affirmative nod. "She's probably shaving... so I have a few minutes." She muttered to herself, knowing the older girl's playlist by heart after years listening to her get ready from just down the hall.

Pushing her siblings door open, the potion was revealed, already prepared and sitting out on the front desk with teacups sitting beside it. She hesitated a single moment longer before she hurried into the room to the briefcase, standing closed on the desk. Carefully, she lifted the lid again, dragging out the thick book and flopping to the cat recipe once again though this time skimming to the next page where the heading read, "Alterations and Additions for Your Potion."

Finger guiding her eyes over the text, she scanned the book. "There's no way you'll get an easy out as a cat! Hah!" She stopped, and a smile spread over her face. "Mmm... perfect. Let's see you catching mice after this..."

She plucked one of the vials from the case, holding it over the teapot filled with the potion Nena made before adding in a few drops of thick, off-yellow liquid. The drops splashed against the surface of the other substance, dark gold against pale brown before they mixed together with a swish of the pot side to side.

Colleen sneered, pausing a moment to return the book before she stepped back into the hallway just as the shower clicked off. Nena appeared at the end of the hall, bundled in a towel and wearing another like a turban wrapped around her damp hair. The girl waved briefly before scurrying down the hall, "Hey Colleen."

"Hey! How'd last night go?" She asked pointedly, looking up with an attentive, I-don't-already-know face though she could still see the successful potion in her mind, now poisoned with her addition: for a fatter cat...

Nena looked furtively down the hall before giving her sibling a sharp look, warning her silently to be quiet about their little trick. "It went well. I finished it around midnight, got some sleep. That stuff was confusing at first, but I think it was just the odd language." She waved away the rest of the question and started to open her door. "I'll give it to him when he shows up in..." She poked her head into the room to see her alarm clock perched on the stand beside her bed. "Any minute! Gotta go!" Then, she disappeared into the room with a faint rattle of the door on its hinges leaving Colleen standing alone in the hallway once again.

This time though, she didn't mind being left outside. In fact, a large, open grin spread across her face while she returned to her own room with one last thought back to her sibling creation, "Mission accomplished."

******

"Ding Dong!" The doorbell rang through the house with a single, short chime that echoed once and silenced.

"I'll get it!" Nena shouted from her room, bursting into the hallway while she pulled a long, striped sweater on overtop of her otherwise simple tank-top and skinny jeans. Halfway down the steps she finished getting dressed. Her belt, a chunky leather piece, she buckled by the time she reached the door, pulling it open to reveal Kaysen. With the collar of his black coat pulled up, his flushed cheeks poked out of the top beneath a layer of dusted on by the wind.

At the sight of Nena, he instantly smiled. A rush of heat poured out of the house too, warming his chilled, exposed face while he stepped up to pulled the girl into a hug over the line of the threshold. While they hugged, Nena shuffled them backwards into the heat of the home and kicked the door shut behind them.

"It's really snowing and freezing out there!" He mumbled, lightly touching one of her cheeks with his frosty gloves before he stepped back and began to stripe out of the gear. Glancing at the girl's outfit, he warned. "You should dress up warmly. The weather really is worse than yesterday."

Nena gave him a small pout, face softening in a way that, to Kaysen, reminded him of a grandmother ushering her grandchildren in for cocoa and cookies on a blizzardy day. "Poor thing..." She crooned, grabbing his elbow with a little tug. "Come upstairs. I made some warm tea!"

"That is just the sweetest thing..." Kaysen thought, letting the girl lead him up the stairs like a good hostess, despite how many time he'd already gone up to her room. He watched from behind, admiring the way her hips swayed in her jeans, a lazy, easy sort of attractive that drew him to her every time it struck him. Then, just before she opened the door, she looked back with a confusing look- like nervousness and excitement mixing together. "What does that look mean?" He thought briefly, thinking back to yesterday when he had to awkwardly lie. "Does she realize? I hope not! That'll ruin the entire surprise!"

"Here, baby!" Nena chirped, suddenly breaking her boyfriend's inner thoughts off to root him back in the real world where she held out a warm mug, filled to the brim with the earthy-colored liquid. "Drink up! This should get you warm in no time!"

"Thanks." He accepted the cup, raising it to his lips with a long breath in for the strange scent before he started to drink- carefully at first, but then in deeper gulps. Sure enough, heat seemed to settle over his body, enveloping him with the first sip even of the warm drink.

"So, what are we doing today?" Nena proposed, starting to ramble a bit as she watched her boyfriend drink the potion- feeling a sudden jolt of worry. "What if I didn't make the potion right?" She thought to herself, biting at her lip. "What if he turns into some weird mutant cat... or worse! What if he turns into something mean! A tiger! Oh god-"

"Well, I was thinking we could go down to the convention center. They are having some... thing down there. A craft thing? A bake sale, maybe?" He paused, thoughts trailing off as his head throbbed faintly. His stomach, too, gurgled strangely as if the tea inside had begun to boil.

"Actually, I was thinking food somewhere..."

The heat from the tea suddenly seemed more intense. His skin crawled and tingled with a prickling sensation, something pushing up from the inside. He scratched at his arm, fidgeted so his back rubbed on the wall behind him, still trying to focus on what Nena was saying, but it wasn't easy. His body seemed to demand his attention. A ticklish sensation seemed to spread down his body, not just on his arms or back but his stomach, his neck, and his feet all flared with a sudden itch. Low in his back, he felt a sudden ache, a throbbing sensation like the bones were shifting- because in fact they were as the potion spread through his body, the components all reacting and sending the changing working throughout his form.

"How about the North Cafe? Have you ever been there, Kaysen?"

Her question caught him off guard, making him cough before his tongue suddenly ached and, hitting the top of his mouth, rubbed with a rough texture. "What is going on? Was I allergic to something in the tea?" He thought, dragging a hand down each thigh to try and sooth the burning sensation there. Even with his fingernails scraping against the top of his pants, the sensation didn't dissipate. Beneath his pants, hidden still from his eyes, hair had begun to sprout out from the skin, pushing up like plants sprouting out from dirt except rapidly, in a wave that ran down the length of his legs. Thick, orange fur coated the tops of his thighs, then started to curl down to the back.

"Have you?" Her eyes stared at him, pointedly meeting his gaze while his back arched, and he leaned down against the bed slightly, unsure why his entire body suddenly ached and throbbed. His bones seemed to shift, popping in and out of place. "N-no." He croaked faintly, throat rough. "I haven't." He didn't meet her eyes, though if he had she'd have seen slit pupils replacing his own, rounded dots.

His body suddenly contracted, bones shrinking while he pushed against the bed. His eyes swung up to Nena, wide and unsure, while she glared at him. "Dammit, Kaysen! I know you're lying!" she hissed.

His ears suddenly seemed to morphed into his head, reappearing on top of his head while orange fur sprouted over his face, replacing black stubble of a beard with orange, growing fluff. His nose began to stretch, starting to build to squat muzzle of a feline while beneath his stomach started to grow!

"I saw you, Kayen! I saw you there!" Nena's fingers clenched into a fist on either side of her thighs, fluttering a bit with her building upset while Kaysen body went through its own conflict as the potion took control. His clothes began to loosen, drooping and falling away while he shrunk down smaller, though his stomach barely seemed to get any smaller, only squishing down to put all his excess fat into one, massive rounded gut covered in downy orange, striped fur.

"I saw you with that woman! In a suit! You've never, ever worn a suit for me! Even to the orchestra you wore slacks!" She spit the word out with a hiss. "You gave her a gift, Kaysen." His name took on an edge, a harsh bitterness as she said it, staring down into his dark eyes now with a single, slender pupil looking up at him.

"What is happening to me? Why am I covered in-in fur? Fur? What is this!? What is going on!?" Kaysen's mind was torn between two traumatic events, Nena's misunderstanding and his body's transformation. He found himself trying to listen to her, to respond but whenever another bone popped into a smaller mold or moved into a new place, the sudden agony of its kept his voice from escaping.

"Kaysen, I know you're cheating on me!"

That was it. He looked up with a fierce stare, holding her eyes steady with his own. "I am not cheating! Nena! I love you! I would never! That was for a job! That was an interview!" But, the words didn't make it out. His throat constricted, rough tongue flapping inside his mouth. However, the only sound that escaped was a sharp merow! To Nena, starting to sob while her breath puffed out in heated, angry exhales, his words made no sense but were a jumble of noises. "Merow! Chirrup! Marowwww! Heeessss!"

The sound of his own voice, making noises alien even back to his own ears, sent Kaysen's mind spinning. "She can't understand me? Oh my god! She thinks I'm cheating! I'm-I'm a c-c-cat!" His paws shuffled beneath him as he started trying to see himself, looking down at his rounded paws and curling his tail up till the tip hovered between both eyes- a strange new appendage. "This can't be happening. This isn't real. This is a bad dream because I'm stressed. This isn't possible. People don't turn into cats!" All around him, his discarded clothes covered him in a puddle, just his face poking out.

Nena started to calm down and shifted over to grab onto Kaysen from the clothing piled around him. Squatting slightly, she struggled to lift him up with the added girth. Both eyes popped open, surprised at the heft of the orange cat her boyfriend made as she fished him up from the bed. Just then, Colleen let herself into the room.

"Oh man! It worked!" She blurted as a grin broke over her face at the sight of Kaysen. In Nena's arms, his stomach dangled over top of her wrist, a massive flabby belly that wiggled whenever the older sibling jostled him. Nena, however, assumed she meant the potion in general.

"I don't know... I think I might have made a mistake..." She mumbled in a ponderous tone, head tipped to the side while a hand poked lightly at at his gut, squishing in the fat. "I meant to make him more... athletic. Instead he's very-"

"Fat!" Colleen chuckled, moving close enough to poke at Kaysen's belly to make it jiggle against her sister's arm.

"I thought maybe it was muscle... when I first saw." She paused as she groped over his body, grabbing for the loose, swinging belly on his underside and the pudge padding his back and butt. "But all of his is just-"

"Squishy!" Colleen giggled this time, eyeing Kaysen's final feline form. Orange fur covered him from head to feet, with the color paling to white at his stomach and beneath his chin. His eyes were the same slate blue, but with the slitted black pupils instead of the normal rounded dots of a human. Four paws had taken the place of his hands and feet, with plump fuzzy toes on each one and short, pointed claws. A tail lashed behind him, wildly flicking with out of the out of control mirror of his inner emotions and two ears atop his head that folded and twitched, listening to them talk.

"So he's in there, still listening..." Colleen thought, grinning. Her fingers groped along the flap of his stomach, cupping the excess flab into her hand and squeezing around it like a stress ball. Her fingers worked over the flesh, intermixing with her sister's own hands that had started to knead along his stomach. "Have you ever seen such a fatty?" She asked her sibling, looking at her with innocent curiosity while on the inside she sneered towards Kaysen's conscious mind, listening in trapped within his new body.

"I don't know, maybe on the internet, but I've never held one! He's so heavy! I must have messed something in the potion up..."

Inside, Kaysen was a wreck with his thoughts colliding like badly planned trains using the same tracks. Originally, he'd just been shocked, still clinging to the why and what of the situation. "Potion!? She used a potion on me! Oh god! Nena, no... No! I didn't cheat. I didn't cheat. I was just trying to get a job... I wanted to impress you, surprise you. But you think I cheated! Think I betrayed you! Turned me into a cat! I'm a cat!" But, then, their words started to actually hit him. "Fat? No... I'm not fat. I'm fit. I-I- stop that! Why are they grabbing me like this!?" His body was tugged and squashed while they toyed with his stomach, sending the heat of humiliation spreading out through his new body, burning his face and neck with an imagined blush.

"I can't believe your boyfriend turned into a big, fat cat! He looks like Garfield! I bet he's just fat because he was meant to be! Because he was made to be a big lard ball!" Colleen continued, poking and jabbing along the puffy fur on his cheeks and neck before she squeezed her fingers around the loose scruff of his neck, all bunched and swished along his short neck. "Imagine kissing him now!" She laughed. "Making out with Garfield!"

Nena chuckled, finding her sibling commentary making her giggle despite the stress she felt from confronting him. The surrealness of the transformation finally hit, letting her finally break and giggle madly. "Oh my gosh! Ew! I can't even!"

"Oh my god! No! They're laughing! They're laughing at me! She's not gonna wanna kiss me again? Lard ball! God, I'm so helpless like this! What can I even do!?" Kaysen's head spun, drooping off of Nena's arm while he squirmed in an attempt to escape her grasp.

With his movement, Nena gave him a pointed look. "This is punishment. A trial period as punishment for what you did, for cheating, for stealing from me! My grandmother's necklace! You need to catch mice and make yourself useful-"

"He's far too plump to catch anything." Colleen blurted, sneering meanly down to him before she gave his belly a flick and watching it waggle under him.

"I suppose you're right..." Nena pondered, chewing at her lip. "Well, at least walk around the house and hope the mice are scared off..." Hefting him higher, over her shoulder partly since her arms were starting to ache with his weight, she began down the steps. "I'll tell mom we took a cat in for a friend for a trip or something and if you prove yourself, I'll change you back." Once she exited, Colleen hunched over Kaysen's discarded pile of clothing for his phone, finding a folded flap of cashs, bills all pressed to together in a crisp pile. "Sweet!"

Once Nena made it to the stairs, she wobbled somewhat, finding that Kaysen was so heavy he made her teeter where she stood. "Oof..." She grunted, pausing to set him onto the landing. His belly grazed on the ground before his feet did, and she leaned over him with a soft pant before she spoke again. "Damn, you really are heavy..." She grunted, trying to pick him back up again and instead choosing to lift him down step by step with her hands beneath his gut like the prong of a forklift.

"Golly, I should have been more careful not to end up with such a butterball!" She blurted, sending her breath out against the back of his neck. Kaysen felt his shame worsen with every comment, every casual mention at his weight like another jab. Even her hands holding him up made him want to hide, fingers squishing and pressing up into the soft padding of his body. Usually, she touched his chest and commented on how strong he was, how work made him hard and toned. "I love your chest and belly...so tight...and strong..." Then, she'd make a happy whine and kiss him, like his chest along triggered her to want him.

"Gosh, your chest! It's like you've got little kitty boobies! It's so loose and flabby! Your legs aren't even going to be strong enough to lift you!" Kaysen's ears wilted, trying not to hear her while they reached the second half of the stairs and she was even slower, more worn out than before. Now, instead of tight and strong, his body was flabby and too weak to carry the fat.

"Ugh! Finally" She plopped him off the bottom step. "Now, if you cause any trouble or scratch the furniture to try and get back to me, I'll declaw you." He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as he felt the claws flex in his paws, retracting back and forth. If she got him declawed, that'd be his one line of defense gone! How could he even try to catch mice without claws!?

"Now, I don't expect you to catch mice, but you have to behave if you ever! Ever! want to speak again as a human or to me." She looked down for a moment, then nodded. "So, don't give in to any kitty instincts to sharpen those puppies or anything because we'll get them ripped right out!" He flinched, hunkering down further towards the carpet on the plush bedding of his stomach.

Just as Colleen started to the stairs, Kaysen's phone chirped. "You have one message!" The girl stopped and stared down at the screen, watching the warning light blink at her before she flicked against the screen to play the recording.

"Hello! It's Kathy from the Grant Hill Publishing House with great news! You're hired! You were accepted for the part time position in processing; the employer was very impressed yesterday at the cafe! You really blew the interview out of the water! Call me back to get your schedule! Thanks!"

Hearing the faint noise of the tinny voice coming from the phone, Nena glanced up the stairs. "Are you talking to someone?"

"No, no! Just some guy trying to sell us some premium television channels!" She quickly canceled the call to voicemail and shoved the phone deep into her pocket before Nena could catch her with it.

"Well, I need to buy cat food and some snacks for when the girls come over tonight." Colleen suddenly remembered Nena's plans to have a gaggle of other girls over for dinner and movies that night. "You take care of Kaysen!"

As she heard the thunk of the door closing behind her sister, Colleen's eyes twinkled delightedly. She had a plan, a brilliant plan. Her fingers briefly touched together, each fingertip kissing its opposite partner before she headed down the steps to where Kaysen sat in a lump at the bottom of the stairs, his furred body looking more like a rug from the top of the steps.

"Oh god, here comes Colleen... What's she going to do!? She's never liked me!" Kaysen thought, feeling her stepped rumbling the floor beneath his stomach. He shifted, trying to push his paws beneath him, but finding them wobbly and weak compared to the girth of the midsection he tried to lift. The girl's word rung in his head, echoing back to him while his paws scrambled against the wood floor, slipping. "God damn! I feel so off balance!" He cried, hearing a hiss escape into the air before he suddenly felt his body rise up! "Yes! I'm standing!" However, the hand flopping onto his head made him soon realize he hadn't stood up, but that Colleen had lifted him up.

Holding him against her chest, Kaysen's legs dangled helplessly beneath him along with the flap of his excess stomach fat. He tried to complain, but only a mewl came out in a long, stringy sound.

"Oh no! No! Colleen's probably going to feed me to a dog! Or send me to the pound! She's always wanted rid of me! I'll never be human ag-" Something suddenly ran down through his fur with bristles gently working through his thick fur to hit the skin beneath with a soft massage.

"You know, my sister has gone a bit crazy lately..." Colleen said, flicking the tv on with one hand while the other continued to run a brush down the cat's back, watching the orange fur glide through the soft, rubber-tipped bristles. Under her touch, Kaysen was shocked. He'd expected Colleen to seize the moment, to have an evil plan! A bit sheepishly, he felt his body suddenly shiver, muscles shifting around while relaxation seemed to seep over his body

"I'm too scared of her though to stop her, but I'll try and make it easier for you." Colleen crooned down in a reassuring tone while the brush continued to glide through his fur, tugging out the excess fluff while the tangles gently tugged out from his coat.

"This can't really be happening, can it? She's-she's brushing me! Like a pet! I am a pet!" Kaysen felt his thoughts clashing again, the surrealness of the experience colliding with the truth of the matter. "This is totally humiliating. I might be in a cat's body but that doesn't mean...oohhhh....that's the spot." The brush, though he didn't want to admit it, had a nearly hypnotic effect on his body, sending him in a dull, dreamy state on the edge of sleep while the tv mumbled in the background and an hour easily passed.

******

"I'm back!" Nena shouted, startling the two dazed pair in the living room. Colleen bolted out from beneath the fat lap cat, finding he indeed filled that role, and hurried to his sister's side in time to take an arm full of grocery bags- including an oversized bag of cat food and another of kitty litter.

"Litter too? I thought you were just getting the food." Colleen commented, hiding a grin at the thought of Kaysen having to use a dish of sand to pee.

"Well, I figured, he's a cat right now. He's gonna have to do things like one. I have the tray in another bag." She shook the aforementioned bag with one arm. "I bought a baggie of catnip too." She paused, a smile cracking over her face. "I've always loved how it makes cats crazy, thought maybe it'd be fun to mess with him."

Together, the sisters set the groceries into the kitchen, tucking the cold items into the refrigerator before leaving the snacks out for later. "I'm going to grab Kaysen, will you start setting up the litter box in the bathroom upstairs? I want to show him how to use it."

Colleen sneered, "Of course!" She chirped before hurrying upstairs with the low, cheap bin and the bag of litter beneath her arm. While she did so, Nena went into the living room to find her cat of a boyfriend who was tipped onto his back, belly exposed fast asleep after the soothing round of brushing.

"Well! You don't look like you're suffering much!" Nena barked, sending him jolting up onto his feet, belly still hitting the couch beneath him, wagging with every move. Looking up, his girlfriend had a hand on either hip. "Did you even walk around to spook the mice while I was gone? This isn't supposed to be a vacation for you!" She pouted, scowling slightly at his lack of an intelligible response, though not for lack of his trying.

"Nena! Nena! I'm sorry! I'll hunt mice! I'll get 'em! I'm sorry! Change me back! I'll explain! Nena!" But, all that came out were whines and meows.

"Are you even in there, Kaysen? Or are you just a big, fat, dumb animal now?" She demanded, irritation growing at his noisy, yet useless reply. Her eyebrows furrowed together with annoyance, and Kaysen saw her slipping away.

He shuffled forward desperately, trying to put a paw on her leg, to do anything that showed he was there. However, his claw accidentally snagged on her jeans and lightly pricked the skin beneath.

"Ouch! Kaysen!" She smacked his paw away and scooped him up. "Come learn how to pee in a box." She snapped.

"Pee in a box? What does that even-" Then, he saw the litter box with Colleen kneeling beside it. A simple, plastic box filled with the gray, pebble-like sand.

"Hey Kaysen! You gotta show us you know how to use the litter box!" She waved a hand over it, grinning proudly before Nena's plopped him into it. The little specks of sand stuck beneath the 'fingers' of his paw, strange and rough. He squirmed, looking back to Nena with wide, plaintive eyes.

"She's not really going to make me use this, is she? There's no way..." His paws shuffled in the dirt, squirming on the uneven ground of sand. He could smell the slight chemical stench, wafting up towards his strong nose and making it crinkle with disgust. Then, he lifted his paw to step out but a hand swatted his nose!

"No! You need to prove you can use it, Kaysen!" Nena demanded, glaring down to him. "I told you, if you want to be changed back you have to be good as a cat. That means listening, chasing mice, and using the litter box."

Kaysen looked down, feeling a sudden rush of shame. Here was his girlfriend. The girl he'd been with for over a year! Eighteen months! But now, after a misunderstanding, he'd been downgraded to peeing in a box in front of them both! Not just Nena, but her sneering sister! Heat spread up his neck, but the suggestion was starting to get to him. His bladder seemed to have caught on about his location.

Shuffling, he squatted over the sand, feeling four eyes boring a hole in his back while his bladder released. His cheeks and neck burned beneath his fur, humiliation now burning through his previously relaxed body.

Just as he'd finished, the doorbell suddenly rang. "I bet that's the girls." She turned, before pausing to waggle a finger at Kaysen. "You know where it is now, so use it!" Then, she hurried down the steps to greet her girlfriends one by one at the door. "Hey! Let's finish our report tonight!"

Kaysen shook his paws, trying to dislodge all the bits of sand, but finding the particles stuck to him. Colleen started to walk away, but watched him struggle with the little with a smirk. Slowly, with his stomach hitting the rim, he stepped out of the bin and waddled towards the stairs, sitting at the top.

While they headed upstairs, each of the girls patted his head. Their nails rubbed into his head, flicking at his ear. "Awwwh! A kitty! You got a fat one!" Little, girlish squeals surrounded him, while comments about his fur, his teeth, his tongue, and his size poured out of the girl's mouths only adding to his embarrassment at being treated like a pet with the litter box. Then, they one by one one kicked off their shoes until a line of booties, heels, Toms, and MucLucs sat in front of Nena's door.

While Kaysen hid his face low against the floor, the girls all headed into Nena's room to work on their project together, letting a faint hum of noise trickle out in the hall while Kaysen was left alone with his thoughts.

"I can't believe...I can't believe any of this! They are treating me like a pet! They know I'm in here! They know its me! She knows... Declaw me! Make me use a litter box!" Humiliation started to rush back just at the memory of their abuse so far, mocking his body, groping over the fat to make it worse, and then treating him like an animal, a mindless lap cat.

"I don't know how this can get any worse..." He thought to himself, before he trotted slowly down the hall, hunting for mice. If only he knew how much worse it would get...

*******

"Dinner time!" Their mother's voice exploded out of the downstairs kitchen, sending both Nena and Colleen's bedroom doors bursting open. "I made brownies for dessert!" From where he sat beside her door, Kaysen perked up. "Brownies!?" He started after the girls stumbling down the steps, but hands suddenly hefted him up from his stomach, Nena, carting him into her room and setting him on the bed.

"No no, not for you." She scolded, patting his head. "You're only going to beg, you stay here." She ran a hand down his back once, but then disappeared out the door leaving him there with his stomach grumbling.

Faintly, a sigh puffed out from his nose and he lowered his head, settling in for a nap.

******

Slowly, Colleen's head leaned out from her doorframe, scanning the hallway now left empty. A broad grin stretched onto her face, showing off a row of teeth. "Grrreat!" One hand pumped up in a slight fist before she hurried down the hall towards her parent's bedroom door, slowly easing the door open. From her pocket, she slowly slide out a fork, letting the metallic silver glint off the hallway's lights before she ducked into the dim room. In the corner of the room, situated over a comfortable rug bathed in the heat of the fireplace themed heated nestled between two leather seat's, the reading corner where her parents often sat together for Harlequin novels and the recent news.

Grinning evilly, she pressed the prongs of the fork to the smooth leather and scraped down, tearing through the expensive material with a harsh sssshick hissing into the otherwise silent room.

Stepping back, Colleen eyed the sabotage, wasting a moment eyeing the perfect "claw marks" she'd created with the fork down the arm of her father's chair. Then, she hurried back to the hall, tugging the hairbrush out from her other pocket to peel off the tufts of hair. Then, she ducked into her room for a bottle of vinegar, letting her gently tumble the hairs with the vinegar into a clump that she could pull chunks from, rolling the hairs from Kaysen's back into balls. "Heh... heh... Sucker." She muttered, watching as her clever tricks formed rank, sour hair balls.

Then, she carefully plopped a balls into various shoes, giving them a little shake to ooze some vinegar onto the soles like spittle leaked from the cat's lips. Suddenly, a voice downstairs broke through Colleen concentrations. "Wait! I forgot my phone upstairs. I'm going to grab it so we can take a selfie!"

"Shit!" Colleen mumbled, looking to where the stairwell led to the hallway right by her room. She couldn't go back quick enough! She'd be found! "Unless..." Her gaze fell onto the bathroom window, open to vent out the hot air from showers earlier. She recalled escaping out the window countless times before during games of hide and seek or tag and carefully shimmying down the rain pipe just parallel to the window for a confounding escape!

"Perfect!" She leap down the hall, eyeing her perfect escape and throwing herself through the window. Her fingers curled onto the pipe, suddenly realizing the cold outside. Ice slipped beneath her fingers, offering no gripe before she fell with a cry quickly down the slick, leaking rain pipe. Beneath, a pile of gathered snow broke her fall, but covered her in quickly melting, icy droplets that soaked through her clothes and right to the bone beneath!

"Ugh!" She gasped, pushing against the crunch of the frozen snow before a scream from inside shot out from the window in a warbling, high-pitched voice.

"My JeanLuc boots!" A sudden stampede of feet hurried up the stairs following the horrified cry, suddenly worried about their own expensive treads.

"No! My Gucci!"

"My Choos!"

With the noise, Kaysen's head lifted from his paws, eyes still heavy with sleep as he blinked away the haze of dreams and looked around. "What is all the commotion?" He thought, peering through the crack of the door before Nena reached the landing. "Your shoes!" She chorused, plucking up the nearest to see the slimy hairball nestled inside the velvety sole. "Hairballs?! I am so sorry!"

One of her friend's tightened her lips, waving a finger towards the open door of her parent's bedroom just down the hall where the leather chair, with tracks ripped through the leather, sat plainly. "I think he got your parents' chair too!"

Her father, appearing at the landing, scowled before nodding slightly with a shake of his head following before he spoke. "Well, Nena, its your cat." He paused a beat, looking mournfully at the ruined seat. "So, it's going to come out of your allowance."

Inside the bedroom, Kaysen suddenly was shot a sharp glare from his girlfriend, shrinking down with a confused expression. "Hairballs? Chair? What happened? I didn't do anything! I was napping!" His voice tried to escape, but only a hoarse, tired mauw escaped. "No! WHY CAN'T I TALK!" He cried, the noise escaping as a guttural groan while he pounded a paw to the bed once. "If I could just talk to her! She'd understand! She'd believe me!"

Nena's eyes bore down on him, narrowed angrily but tinged with a bit of sadness. "I can't believe that Kaysen would do this just to get back at me... I thought he just made a mistake..." She sighed, feeling a sudden rush of upset, remembering the sight of him in the cafe, seated across from the attractive young woman. "The Kaysen I knew would never purposefully sabotage me like this!" She cried, suddenly stepping towards the bedroom, but a hand on her arm stopped her.

"Now, sweetie." Her mother interjected. "Let's just eat some brownies first, brownies make everything better, no?" Everyone else started to shuffle downstairs, sad pouts on their lips faintly lifted at the thought of the wafting, chocolatey smell in the air. Nena hovered by her door though, lips shaking and pressing tight together as a hand wiped along her cheek. "You wanted to do this didn't you? Embarass me?" She hissed into Kaysen, glaring. "Fine!" Her eyes glistened, wetly dripping onto the slope of her cheek. "You want to act like a cat, then you'll be treated like one." She paused, voice shaking while she sucked in a long breath.

"I'm always true to my word." A tear trickled over the slope of her nose, pooling in the crease by her lips. Then, in a tight breathy voice she finished. "Tomorrow we'll see a vet." With that, she turned and headed down the stairs, just as Colleen began to hurry up them in her wake, snuck in through the backdoor with snow clinging to her frozen hair, water soaking her gloves, but a grin on her chattering mouth.

That night, Kaysen spent a sleepless eight hours in the basement, pacing along the stairs landing where the door had been slammed against his pink nose while his thoughts were racing along his mind. "I can't believe this is happening! Who did this? Who tricked Nena into blaming me?! Colleen! Of course! She must have planned this all along! With her around I'll never get to be myself again..." His eyes scanned down his frame, a plump body with rolls of fur-coated flab waggling from beneath his rounded stomach. Paws replaced his feet, claws peeking out against the wood floor. "Tomorrow, she's taking me to the vet...to de-claw me! To take away my one defense! I'll be powerless!"

Suddenly, a scrambling sound caught his attention. Swiveling slowly, Kaysen stared down into the basement to see the gray blur of a mouse. "A mouse! Perfect! I can redeem myself! This is exactly what Nena told me to do! If I can just kill a mouse then she'll see that I'm trying! That I didn't do those things!"

He took a big step off the landing, hurrying down the steps at a wobbly, lumbering pace before he fell into a heap at the bottom. Paws scraping on the concrete, he clambered back into a standing position, chest heaving with the effort of running. "Huff... Huff..."

Seeing the sudden dashing creature, he leapt forward, only to feel his flabby, weak body buckle beneath him and send him pitching forward, letting the mouse dart away easily. Chin resting on the cool floor, he watched the thing's thin tail flick out behind during its escape with a sinking feeling. He pictured himself before, strong from his various jobs and toned enough to entice Nena, and he compared it to now with his body loose and fat, too weighted down to chase a mouse. "Even with claws... I'm totally harmless..."

******

"Kayseeeennn!" A voice tugged at the edge of his sleepy mind, high-pitched and nagging. "Time to wake up, sleepy fat cat! Come on, Garfield! Up! Up!" His eyes parted to the sight of Colleen hovering over him with a pet crate on the floor in front, cage yawning open.

"A cage! I don't need a cage!" He shifted back, trying to move away from the carrier, but two hands pushed against his butt and hauled him forward towards it. "Uh uh uhhh! If you're going to act like a kitty, you get to ride in the kitty carrier!" She taunted, sneering down to him before slamming him into the cage till his nose kissed the cage side. Starting to squirm, he struggled to turn his oversized body around into the tight-fitting box. "Aww! Someone's too fat for their house!" She cackled once, then hefted the handle up and begun to carry him back up the basement steps.

"Nena's waiting in the car, she said she couldn't stand to even look at you after last night! How could you do that to her friend's shoes! They all laughed at her and judged her... She had to pay to have all their shoes cleaned! But don't worry," Her voice lowered into a hushed tone. "I slipped her a few of your bills!" She beamed, reaching the front door and heading out into the cold while she continued to tease the trapped audience to her monoloque up till they reached the car.

"Did he give you any trouble?" Nena asked, voice stony and cold while Colleen deposited Kaysen in the back seat, seething to himself with a mixture of humiliation and annoyance building from her words, mixing in his gut.

"I can't believe her! She stole my money! She knows I didn't do anything to Nena's friends! She's taunting me! A little girl is taunting me-" It went unsaid, even to himself, but the un-voiced words still drifted through his mind at the edge of his thoughts: "And I can't do a thing about it."

******

"Hello there! I'm Dr. Johnson, but you can call me just Doc." A hand gestured to the metal table in front of the lab-coated decorated man. In response, Colleen emptied the pet carrier out, leaving a dazed Kaysen suddenly hunkered down against the freezing surface of the table beneath the man's towering form. "And you," He continued, now with his attention directed down towards the orange-striped feline. "You can call me Dr. Cold Hands!" He laughed, putting a hand on his shaking stomach for a second like Old Saint Nick with his bowl full of jelly before starting to tug on plastic gloves.

"First things first, I'm going to perform a routine initial checkup, make sure there's nothing wrong with your tub o' fun here!" He chuckled again, enjoying his own humor about Kaysen's weight while the human trapped inside the feline from shrunk back, feeling his wounded pride starting to wither even further.

"Right away, I'm just going to get a feel of 'im- make sure he doesn't have any funky lumps or bulges or seems to hurt anywhere-" His hand, indeed befitting of his name, fell onto Kaysen's back. A shudder went down his spine with the cold grip of the man's fingers starting to grope down his spine, feeling every ridge before they scooped down to probe against his fat, squishy stomach. Shame flooded the feline's entire being, looking up to his girlfriend while a plump vet fondled his soft form. He felt her eyes, watching while the man pushed his stomach up, letting it waggle in the air beneath his stomach and rubbed his back.

"You've got a big boy here, doncha? He must be perfect for the winter, just a big blanket of a cat to warm your lap, right?" The man chuckled with a fishy smell on his breath while he continued to grab along the bulges of his plump body. Carefully, the man pushed the cat up onto a scale. The little beeps of the scale filled the otherwise silent room, announcing his mounting weight with every additional click.

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep.

"My! This here's a beefy one!" The man laughed, momentarily cutting off the machine before Colleen's own little giggle broke through as well, building on his burning humiliation. "He really is! I don't know what he ate but he's as a useless mouser for sure!" They laughed together, but Colleen's words echoed through his head, reminding him of the night before and his own realization of just that.

Finally, the scale stopped clicking and two hands returned to massaged his widest section, his stomach. Then, he shifted the cat back to the center of the table, manhandling him further. Kaysen felt like a doll, tugged and plopped wherever he was wanted with oversized hands manipulating him up into a sitting positions while fingers slide down his body, parting the fur to stare down at the skin and the bristles.

"This is good. The skin and coat are good indicators of health. See how the skin is clean and the fur is a little shiny? That means he has the necessary nutrients."

"I should hope so! Given that belly!" Another laugh slapped against Kaysen's confidence, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted Nena cracking a faint smile at the mockery. A finger rubbed between his ears suddenly, making Kaysen's eyes scrunch shut before his ears was suddenly tugged away from the his head, opening up the earlobe to the vet's peering eye.

"His ears look to be clean, but it's important to clean them regularly. You can just carefully stuff something in there to clean out any bugs and what not!" He chuckled, easing a q-tip into the bumpy into the fleshy canal. Kaysen flinched, shying away from the vet's hand only to be held still with a grip beneath his jaw. Once the q-tip tugged back out, the vet nodded once. "That seems to be decent too."

Then, his fingers started to press against the cat's chest, finding the pulsing beat of his heart before the cool, smooth surface of his stethoscope. Kaysen squirmed, shivering slightly with the chilly bite of the utensil and uncomfortable held by the vet's strong grip, fingers squishing into his fatty chest to steady the reading pad, but he was held firm. "Doesn't like being man-handled much, does he?"

Colleen giggled, leaning close to grab at his plush stomach. "He's sensitive about his weight. Doesn't like people poking and prodding the fat rolls, I think!" She grinned, making sure to do just that before she stepped back again. Her touch, and the way she hit the nail on the head, made Kaysen cower down with the heat of shame practically making him sweat beneath his soft fur.

"Well, let's see if he likes having his teeth looked at!" He moved up, spreading the cat's jaw open to peer into his maw. Kaysen grumbled with complains, mewling faintly into a plastic, gloved hand. The scent of the cheap gloves filled his nose while their faint powdery residue rubbed off on his nose, making him sneeze violently and sending a ripple down his body.

"Now, for the best part!" The vet grinned, lifting up the rod of a thermometer. Colleen smirked. "Is that a rectal device?" She asked plainly, peeking once down to Kaysen as a sinking sensation dropped his stomach.

"I know, I know..." The vet mumbled in response to the cat's hiss of complaint. "It's the crappiest part, but we've just got to push through." He paused a beat before locking eyes with Colleen. "See what I did there?"

While they giggled, swapping puns with even Nena briefly joining, Kaysen stiffened with the first touch of the cold surface beneath his tail. One hand held onto the flicking appendage, folding it over his back and exposing the puckered star-shaped hole. He felt the air rushing up against it with a shiver.

"This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening! Don't they have some other option!? Why isn't someone saying something!? Nena! Nena!" He cried to himself, only letting out faint whines instead that were lost to the din of conversation above him.

"You know who your girls' cat reminds me of?" The vet asked with a good natured grin, starting to prep the thermometer at the same time, rubbing it slightly to the cat's bum hole while he talked a bit longer.

"Garfield?" Colleen asked back, starting to grin not just at the vet, but down to Kaysen as well, letting him see the amusement twinkling in her eyes at him, because of him.

"Yeah-" The vet started, but Colleen suddenly cut him off with a bark of laughter, "And it's not because of his orange stripes!"

Once they'd calmed, with the vet now clicking the thermometer device on in preparation of using it for real, he leaned across the examination table with a hushed voice. "Psst, if you cat didn't like being man handled, he's really not going to enjoy anal!"

Just as they laughed, he pushed forward. The rod of silver pierced into Kaysen's tight, clenching bum. Shame burned through his face while his butt ached from the tight squeeze he had on himself, trying to keep the intruder out. The vet grabbed onto him, massaging his backend forcefully to relax the muscles and get the rod into his ass.

The cold metal had been smeared with a thin layer of lubricant, that caught against the short hairs near his butt, dripping down his thigh and smearing sloppily into the fur. The furs twisted into tangles from the leaking droplets while he felt a grazing fingertip lead the very tip of the thermometer into his ass at the right angle, poking it testingly into the cavity. A jolted meow escaped, the ring of muscle starting to weaken and tighten in a desperate attempt to remove the invading girth, but it didn't help. The tight ring, despite it's clenching, stretched open out around the thin stick slick with cheap lubricant.

The length of the thermometer pushed deeper, making Kaysen's whiskers twitch as his face contorted. Discomfort flooded his lower body as the ring of muscle began to weaken, opening out and letting the rod pushing slowly into him, even lightly grazing his prostate with a faint throb of pleasure from his groin, but the discomfort greatly overshadowed it.

Above him, Kaysen could see Nena cringing slightly, eyeing his back end obscured by the vet's carefully placed grip. Her face was uncomfortable and slightly disgusted, put off by the examination her sister took so much amusement from. The mix of the two, Colleen mocking him and Nena disgusted by his new form and its entailment, was the worst possible combination for the feline.

"Will she ever look at me the same again after this? Does this make me gay?" Kaysen worried, head aching with sudden exhaustion with the long examination. When the vet at last got a reading, announcing his healthy temperature into the air with a flourish, the orange tabby collapsed slightly on the table, trying to make himself as small as possible and avoid Colleen's laughing, probing eyes.

"Well, he's definitely fat, above average weight by at least five pounds, but otherwise based on his fur and skin and things I'd say he's healthy." The vet summarized, patting the cat's head lightly. "Now, he's not registered yet, but what is it that you came in for today?"

Nena stepped forward slightly, peeking down to the cowering form of Kaysen's feline body. "He tore up the furniture and I'm afraid he is a bit aggressive, I'd like to declaw him so he's more-"

"Harmless!" Colleen finished, grinning.

"Well, we usually use laser puncture for that." He paused to scoop up one of Kaysen's paws carelessly, disregarding the cat's mewls of protest and holding him tightly before he pressed on the pad of his paw to show the claws. "You laser each claw and it disintegrates permanently, or we can just snip off the top edge, but that would have to be redone every four weeks or so."

Nena hesitated, "Should we just give him a four week punishment period without claws or make it permanent?" She thought aloud, but Colleen instantly jumped forward. "Laser please! We don't want those claws every coming back!" She leaned down a bit, miming that she was cuddling Kaysen's back while instead she just wanted to hiss into his ear. "Evvveeerrrrr."

"Are you sure?" The vet asked, concern wrinkling at her quick response. "You see, laser treated claws will never grow back. Ever. Your cat will no longer be able to catch mice or defend himself from other cats. Yes, he won't be able to claw your furniture, but he also can't climb trees or other obstacles anymore for exercise to lose weight." He paused to poke pointedly into Kaysen's squishy side. "Or just for fun," He added with a shrug.

Colleen grinned down at Kaysen, eyes glinting. "Oh that's just better!" She thought to herself, sneering inwardly much more than her outward smile portrayed. "That's perfect. He's useless for all those things anyways, too fat. Plus, we can't have him clawing the furniture anymore or my father will..." She lowered her voice, "send him to 'the farm'."

The vet nodded solemnly, "I get it 100%. Let me just grab the equipment." Then, balancing the small gun-like laser in one hand, he scooped Kaysen up and rolled him onto his back. The cat thrashed, mewling with complaint while inwardly Kaysen felt a mixture of fright and embarrassment sending his head into turmoil. "No!"

Grabbing the first paw, he pushed against the upper section, easing the claws out fully so the entire length showed to the quick. Then, the drew the laser close and began to trace the claw with the treatment. One by one, Kaysen watched down his nose as the vet treated each claw, stripping him of his defense mechanisms one at a time like a torturer breaking fingers. With Kaysen's wriggling, the first paw went slowly with the vet gripping his leg in a vice-like hold to keep the laser from straying away from the path of the claw.

"Hey, could you held me? Just hold onto his upper body and maybe talk to him, calm him down a bit." The vet asked Colleen, nodding to Kaysen's wide, frightened eyes bulging from his head.

Colleen smiled, "Oh of course!" She chirped before bending down so her lips hovered just an inch from Kaysen's inch, seemingly to whisper nicely into her pet's ear. Instead, however, she taunted him with every claw. "Just think...once the vet is done you won't be able to defend yourself against anything! You'll be a big, fat lump with no defenses. You can't catch mice, can't climb trees, can't fight other cats. You'll practically be useless!"

To make matters worse, each time the laser gave a small bleep of finishing a claw, Colleen would squeak with soft delight! "Oh! There goes the first three claws! Almost a whole paw done! Gone! Useless! Obsolete! I'm sure Nena will be so impressed with her big lump of a cat." She sneered sarcastically, starting to pet beneath his chin, tickling it. "Oh yes, you'll just be a big ole house cat, a lap cat for life..."

"One paw done!" The vet announced proudly, setting the now stripped paw down to pick up the next back paw. Once again, the laser gave a gentle whine while it began a claw, announcing the first of the paw. "Soon those back paws will be gone! No using them to escape if someone grabs onto you! I wonder what you'll do to defend yourself? Curl up in a ball and hope your fat deflects that attack?" She muffled a giggle into his neck, so amused while Kaysen was traumatized.

"God! She's right! What will I do! With every claw that comes off it's just less I have to work with! I'll have nothing! He's halfway done with the second paw already!" The laser began to whine for the next claw and Kaysen jerked, starting to thrash with a fresh burst of energy, rocking his hips.

"Miss, will you come put your hands on his stomach as well? He's just a trouble maker today!" The vet asked, chuckling once while he finished another claw, laughing while he took away what little Kaysen had!

"Oh, sure." Nena stepped up to the table, putting her hands down against his stomach. Now, with Colleen holding his shoulders, Nena his stomach, and the Vet grabbing his thighs Kaysen couldn't move at all. He was helplessly held down to be stripped of his claws, his one weapon. With a pathetic whimper, Kaysen fell still as the third paw went through, but at the fourth Colleen suddenly straightened up.

"Do you think I can try doing the last paw?" Colleen asked cutely, fluttering her eyelashes with a little smile. The vet glanced down at the dangerous laser equipment in his hands, equipment that costed piles of money to purchase and then looked at the young girl, a massive possible legal damage liability just waiting to happen. Then, he saw her big round eyes, peering up so full of hope and a tinge of evil. "Oh sure! What harm could you do! Ho! Ho! Ho!" He joked, handing over the gun and explaining how to guide the laser.

Taking his paw, Colleen began to slowly work the laser up to the tip. Where she sat, Kaysen saw her out of the corner of his eye with his paw held up against her palm and the laser tool in the other, slowly burning away the few remaining chances he had. "Here we go... One claw going downnn.." She crooned, finishing it with a satisfying beep from the machine.

Then, moving to the next the device gave a long whine, ringing in Kaysen's mind like an announcer. As if reading his mind, Colleen giggled and started in a deep, booming imitation. "And we're rounding near the finish line with only three claws left to go! One is down! Here goes the second! And it's going, going, gone! Yet another thing you can't rip up the furniture with!"

As she finished, she chirped. "Great! That's the last of 'em!" Then, her fingers tickled just beneath his paw and lightly stroked down the leg. "Bye bye, claws!"

Then they returned him to the table with a faint throb in his paws and a bigger ache in his pride. "That's it! They removed my only weapon! What am I going to do? Bite things heads off?!" A distinctly unhappy merow came from his lips, but that collected humans only laughed.

"That's right! No more beating up the furniture!" Nena snapped, momentarily looking at him before she looked away again.

Interrupting slightly, the vet broke in. "I'm afraid your pet also is not registered. According to The Domestic Animals Act in 1994, he needs to be chipped and you need to pay taxes."

"No problem!" Colleen blurted, tugging the wad of bills from Kaysen's pocket out from her own pocket. Watching from the table, Kaysen stared. "She stole my money! That's my Christmas money!" From beside her, Nena took glanced over with a slight jolt, enough to show the carefully watching Kaysen that she hadn't known about the money.

"Nena! Stop her! You know she must have stolen that from me! Where else would a punk brat get a wad of bills?! Come on! Come on!" His tail twitched madly with his inner thoughts screaming into his skull, but they had no effect outside the realm of his mind. Nena merely shrugged and ignored the surprise she'd shown.

"What? Nena! No!" A jolt of something like betrayal shot through him, a bitter sting filling his mouth at the thought that Nena favored her sister's spastic revenge over her formerly high opinion of Kaysen himself.

One by one, Colleen handed over the necessary charge for the bill and taxes, smiling with a childish delight. "I have always wanted a cat!" She chirped sweetly, peeking down at Kaysen with her beaming grin.

Leaning down, she nuzzled Kaysen's head with a cheeky giggle. "Just think! I'm going to own you!" She cackled once before a thick piece of paper laid out beside Kaysen's spot on the table.

"I hereby entrust the ownership of ____ to ____," The document read out with spaces for the pet and owner's name marked with long blank lines. First, Colleen penned in her own name carefully then paused, thinking back to a conversation she'd long ago had with her sister when she'd first starting dating Kaysen...

"Are you guys going to have pet names for each other? Really sickly cute ones like in the movies? How about Pookie!? You alway said that'd be your lovey name someday!"

"I can't! I called Kaysen Pookie today and his eyes practically popped out of his head! He said it was demoralizing! Too feminine!"

"I think I'll name you Pookie!" She announced, writing it in with the permanent pen before signing her official signature with a flourish at the bottom.

"Wonderful, now we've got vaccines that are required and the microchip to be injected. I hope you like shots, Pook's." Then, the cold hand descended onto him again, groping along his leg to find the beefiest portion of his thigh. With the prick of the needle, he whimpered feeling a faint throb from his leg where the needle pierced, feeding him the necessary vaccines.

With every shot, Kaysen felt his panic building. "Just think... I'm going to own you." Colleen had whispered into his ear, and now, it echoed through his head. "She's going to legally own me! She could have me neutered! Put down! I don't want some irrational child in charge of my destiny! Nena, oh God, Nena...Why?"

"Well! That's the round of shots! Shall we implant that microchip!" The vet clapped his hands together, sending a bolt like lightning down the feline's spine. The injector pressed up to his leg, shooting the chip down beneath his skin, but the physically pain wasn't what hit him.

Across the table, leaning in towards the vet, Colleen was counting out more of his bills till the stack began to dwindle right there before his eyes, being stolen and spent right in front of him! "I also would like to have insurance for him! What if he gets run over or bullied by other cats! Lord knows he couldn't run away from a car with that weight and without claws, he's got no way to protect himself!"

The vet launched into coverage plans, but Kaysen couldn't hear. He just felt months of work, of planning and lying slipping away. Once she spent his money, everything he worked for would be over. If he didn't change back into his human form soon, he'd never know if he got the job, and if he did, he'd never be able to get in for the first day! He'd lose out on all he'd been pushing towards for months and his only chance to impress Nena and prove he was in it for the long haul... All gone with every bill Colleen carelessly handed over to the vet with every upgrade.

"There is one more thing..." The vet interjected, suddenly grabbing Kaysen once again, manhandling him powerfully while the feline could only meekly kick his legs in the air as he was flipped to lay on his back with belly, cock, and balls exposed to the air. "The state really wants you to neuter your pets." Two fingers gingerly lifted up Kaysen's furry ball sack, rolling them slightly before he continued. "So they are subsidizing it, if you choose to do so, it's free for you."

Colleen practically glowed with the intensity of her beaming smile while she shuffled in closer, staring down at Kaysen's distressed expression.

"W-what!? What are they even saying! God! He's touching me! Stop! Stop! Stop! No!" His fat, short legs kicked in the air, but nothing dislodged the smooth, plastic gloved hands from stroking along the short furs of his balls. Heat flooded his crotch, feeling the heat spread out through his sheathed cock with the faint touch on his sensitive, teeny balls.

"Really? What are you exactly doing with that?" Colleen enquired, watching the fingers idly toying with the feline for a moment before the vet fished out a marker, leaning closer to draw two crosses over the short fuzz on Kaysen's nutsack. With his fingertip, he traced lightly along the crisscross with a grazing touch. "We simply cut it open here and remove it."

Kaysen felt his body shiver slightly, arousal swelling his cock from the physical touch and the fondling of the sensitive parts. His tapered cock pushed out from his sheath, standing out against his furred belly with the barbs flared out eagerly.

Colleen giggled, tickling her fingertips up to his furred balls and sending a trickle of precum out from his tip while shame soaked through his body. He could see Nena behind her sister, witnessing him aroused from the touch of a fat vet and her little sister. Humiliation made Kaysen duck his gaze away, trying to ignore his current reality. "This isn't happening... This isn't happening... This can't be happening..."

Yet, he couldn't tune out Colleen's voice. "These little things? But they're so tiny! What difference could that make?!" She rubbed a finger higher, flicking it to his cock while the vet continued to hold him on his back, exposed and humiliated on the table.

"Well, for one he would be less horny." One hand pointed towards his small, jutting erection which only further the sinking feeling of degradation. "Second, he would be less aggressive. Primarily, he would not sire kittens with strays."

He paused for a moment, giving a small wince. "Normally, testosterone would also drop, meaning he would fain a little weight so it might be better, with his weight, to-"

"Nah! Wouldn't you like that!?" A hand rubbed along Kaysen's belly. She hovered over him, looking down at the cat now registered as her own, her sister's boyfriend transformed into a meek, fat, defenseless feline. "I think it would suit him! I mean... his hair..." She grinned, referring to the long locks he'd had before the transformation, an extra dig to insinuate he was feminine even as a human.

"Don't you think?" She turned to Nena, searching for agreement, but instead her sibling just held up her hands. "Don't look at me! You just got him registered." She hesitated a beat, her expression giving Kaysen a dash of hope that she'd stand up for him, she'd choose his side just once in all this, but instead she merely mumbled: "Just don't make him feel any pain, okay?"

With a nervous shuffle, the vet interjected in again, "Uhum! As I was saying, there is also an injection or vasectomy option. It's more expensive, only partially subsidized, but it leaves the metabolism as it is to avoid additional weight gain..."

His voice faded into the background, overshadowed by Colleen's as she leaned in close with a devilish whisper. "You won't use these little ones on my sissy ever again." She giggled, rubbing her fingers to his little balls again while her breath washed into his ear.

Her soft fingers rubbed up to him, teasing the sensitive orbs, churning the cum inside while he fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to avoid the prodding touch, but she wouldn't move her hand from his crotch. The pressure of an impending orgasm began to build, sitting in his crotch with an undeniable ache. Even as she worked him up, her words in a whisper into his ear tore him down.

"How's it feel to know that your girlfriend is right there? Watching you fondled? Groped? Manhandled by a big old vet? Do you think it made her hot to watch you take a thermometer up your ass?" She giggled. "I bet it didn't! She cringed! She thought it was horrible! Poor animal, I heard her, Animal! You hear that, Kaysen! You're just a cat now! Give her a few days and she'll forget you were even her boyfriend! Maybe she'll remember you as a distant, one night stand, a fling, someone for the side, but it's nothing serious! She's too nice to say! To break it off, but she knows you're just a loser! A big pussy! Poetic isn't it? Being turned into just what you are?"

His pride ached. Shame burned through him, coursing with his blood like a disease that reached every inch of his being. His lips drooped, unable to keep their form with a drooping depressive tiredness while arousal flared in his crotch. His length was twitching, shaking with the girl's touches while he oozed precum out onto himself, messing his own stomach.

Finally, her fingers were too much and a spurt of cum streamed from his tip, arching into his own fur while Colleen just snickered before she pulled back with a disgusted snarl. "Let's make an appointment for next week!"

"No! That's not true! This isn't true! Nena wouldn't let this happen! Nena loves me! She told me! I'm her boyfriend! W-we were serious!" Uncertainty rushed in. He spent hours at work, constantly saving to take her out, to afford her; it'd be a breeze to have an entire other boyfriend in that time. He slaved to meet her expectations! He thought she appreciated him! But, Colleen was right, Nena wasn't doing anything to help him! To save him! It's like she never cared at all! And now! Now she was going to get him fixed? Take away all he had left!?

What would humanity matter if he lost his manhood?! His feet scraped against the table, scrambling onto all four feet while his chest heaved with harsh, horrified breathing. An appointment next week, he'd be human by then, right? Wouldn't he? Right?

Suddenly, the door opened with an assistant leading in. "Mr. Rick cancelled for Tuesday and-"

"NOOOOOOOO!" With a hiss of terror, Kaysen threw himself off the table through the vet's hand, right beneath Collen's fingertips and out through the open door with his feet sliding madly over the tile.

"I gotta run! Anywhere! Where can I go! Where am I even!?" His eyes hurriedly scanned the long white hallway, guessing for which end would lead him out, to safety with his balls intact. He scratched against the slick floor, struggling without traction while he powered out to the backdoors, through a bundle of concerned employees.

"Ugh! Where am I?" His surroundings consisted of darkness blanketed over a back alley. His body ached, his sudden lack of food hitting him like a truck with full force. His feet ached, and his chest heaved. This body was clearly not made for any sort of running.

His stomach growled once before he looked up, and spotted two bowls flush against the brick of another building. He hurried over, hunching by the water dish with a quickly, lapping tongue, finding instinct to guide him on how to scoop the drink up with his tongue.

Behind him, casting stretched shadows on the alley walls, Colleen, Nena, and the vet made it to the back door where he'd made his escape.

"Where could he have gone! I was only kidding!" Colleen cried with a long sigh, earning herself a sharp glare from the plump, panting vet.

"Oh! So you were just wasting my time for fun?!" He demanded, huffing.

"Well, uhm. That's not what I intended. You know, you just have to scare you pets a bit-"

"Well girls, check outside and catch him quickly. There is a Vietnamese restaurant next to here, and it's traditional. If you know what I mean." It took a second, but both girls were instantly flustered at the new, faces going white while they fidgeted from foot to foot with anxious energy. "The owner really likes cats. I should know." He nodded with a slight grin. "The cats that leave my place to go to the 'sunny farm in the countryside' end up there."

Nena glared sharply, judgement flaring.

"What? It's a waste to just throw 'em in the incinerator! And it pays the bills!" With a shared huff of disgust, the girl's left to hurry down the alley in search of Kaysen, but Kaysen was no longer in the alley...

As he ate, blindly scarfing up the dry kibble to ease his aching stomach a shadow had appeared above him, plucking him up from the concrete and stealing him away! Next he knew, his face pushed down against the smooth surface of a table with blinding fluorescent lights above him and a grinning madman of a chef hovering over him. Faint, plaintive mewls filled the air along with the thick smell of spices and the scent of baking goods. A thick, unidentifiable meat's odor drifted through the air tinged with seasoning. Atop the man's head, a squashed chef had skewed to the right side, sloppily falling from his head.

A sudden jolt hit Kaysen, while he didn't understand what was happening, it obviously wasn't good! Tension throbbed through the air in the voices of the other cats, caged throughout the room while a massive pot simmered on the stove as the source of some of the spiced scents.

A hand pushed his back down, and he tried to attack the fingers curled around his belly, but his paw hitting the man's thumb with no effect suddenly reminded him he had nothing! No way to defend himself at all!

"What do I do! What do I do?!" Kaysen thought with a jolt, thrashing beneath the chef's hand to no avail while he mumbled down at him.

"You'll make a very fine meal, far better than other cats..." He breathed out with a gust of herbs lingering on his breath while each hand tugged and pulled on Kaysen's skin, stretching it over the flesh beneath while starting to knead his back with one hand and his belly with the other that curled up under him- as if to tenderize him!

"Lots of meat, fatty for flavor!" He continued to murmur, groping along the chunkiest parts of the feline's body, rubbing his knuckles down into his back. Kaysen felt his ears fold over, pressing to his head to block out the man's words, taunting him for his size, reminding him how helpless he was against this fate, against any fate!

"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god... This is their fault! They changed me into a cat! They took away my claws! My one defense so I could be eaten! This man is going to eat me! I'm going to die as a cat! A fat, flavorful cat!" He hissed while the words spit out in his mind, though his noises never translated into speech in the real world.

His complaint only made the chef chuckle, a throaty sound while a hand worked up onto the cat's neck. "You stupid cats always fall for the food! It's not even good! Just kibble! Cheap kibble! Just dumb animals, perfect for eatin'"

Kaysen flinched, bearing the brunt of the insult harshly. He, with his human mind intact, had acted like an animal, a foolish feline. He deflated on the table, feeling his muscles throb and act from the vigorous massaging.

"I have some very important guests coming over tonight! You'll make the perfect centerpiece for the meal! Nice... juicy... plump kitty! Hee Hee!" Kaysen stiffened, suddenly seeing himself dead on a silver platter, tail limp behind him while a crab apple filled his mouth like the pig's in movies.

"No!" he cried, trying to break out of the man's hold with a sudden burst of energy thrusting against his grip, but the man shoved his face back against the table, pressing him into the flat surface powerfully.

"I wonder..." The chef continued, now with an added excitement in his voice. "I wonder what kind of dish would be best! I could make coconut kitten tenders! With some pineapple on the plate for accent... a nice coconut oil rub to soften the skin..." The thought of the dish invigorated the man's rubbing and his hands pushed down into Kaysen's thick body, pulverizing him like a steak with every daydreamy detail about the possible meals. Little pinches tugged up his skin, rubbing along it as though he imagined massaging in the coconut oil now. "I put little breading on the outside, a nice crisp fry!"

Kaysen stiffened, jumping a bit at the mention of frying, frying him! Cooking him to a crisp! His body shook with sudden terror, rippling the fat the man rubbed at while he continued, starting to pet along Kaysen's thick sides. "Kitty thigh with fish sauce and lime! A bit of a chile flavor for kick! Nice and filling! Ooh! Or dumplings! A thinly striped meat filling with herbs inside a delicate dumpling wrapping!" A hand tightened around his thick middle section, rubbing and pumping along the chunk of meat. "Or Bún ch? with rice and sauce! I have some pickled veggies in back! Sour to balance out the herbs..." His voice tapered off with a thoughtful, ponderous tone before a sudden spurt of liquid hit Kaysen's back- oil. Vigorously, the chef began to massage a thick, runny oil down into the cat's back, coating his fur and focusing on rubbing it into the flesh beneath, softening the skin for eating.

"A tender cat with buttery skin doesn't need any kind of breading... just a massage of oil and spices for flavor that will permeate through while cooking..." Once the oil seemed to drip off him, soaking even down to his paws where the man noted his declawed paws with a bark of laughter: "Nothing to even fight with, poor pussy!" Then came the spices, rough, salt began to sprinkle over his flattened fur, then an array of thyme and other green, crushed leaves that chafed against his flesh while working into the oil-soaked skin.

Kaysen's belly pressed flat to the table, chin on the cold metal while his body rocked faintly with the man's motions above. He'd lost everything. He'd lost his human form, his voice, and speech to become a cat. Then, as a cat Coleen had tricked him and robbed him of Nena's trust, the bit of hope he had at returning to his human form and his defense, his claws were taken. She'd taken his dignity in the vet's office, coaxing a humiliating orgasm from him. Now, he had nothing left. Nothing to defend himself with, no voice to cry out with, no hope to cling to... If he could, Kaysen would have cried while the chef above him hummed to himself with a jolly tune and muttered the name of every added spice.

Once he sprinkled on chile powdered with a small slap, Kaysen felt a hand prying open his jaw. A thick, plastic nozzle pushed into his teeth, a stuffing bottle ready to fill his stomach. "Ready?" The chef asked, cackling once before behind him, the door burst in.

"Stop right there, you criminal scum!" The back door fell open to show Colleen and Nena side by side, both with wide, fiery eyes at the sight of Kaysen's soaked with oil and reeking of flavorings on the prep table. "This one is ours!"

The chef stood dumbstruck, mouth dropping open partly before he grinned smugly. "I see. I caught, but it's yours. You want? 50 dorra!" He grabbed at Kaysen possessively, but Nena snatched him away! "Just be happy we don't report you," she snapped before striding to the door hurriedly and right into the car outside.

One the ride home, Nena's hand sat on Kaysen's soaked head while the other steered and she spoke down to him, softly for the first time since she'd found the hairballs and yelled at him. "Kaysen, that last part of the appointment... at the vet's. It was just a joke, there's no appointment, we wouldn't do that." Her fingertips lightly pressed into his head, scratching gingerly.

Kaysen felt a flutter of home, and looking up to her, he purred a single, faint burst. In the seat beside them, Colleen looked on with a pout and rolled her eyes, and while the cat began to purr, she sneezed sharply, "Am I getting sick?"

******

"Oh Kaysen..." Nena finally broke the silence that had settled over them since arriving home. So far, she'd brought Kaysen to the bathroom to the tub before filling it with warm, soapy water to start soaking the oil and herbs out from his fur. Her gentle hands had started to scrub him, working the oil out from his skin while he felt a faint purr rumble through his chest at the massage. Since washing him, the scent of the pungent spices had started to fade while she let the tub drain out with a trickle of watered down oil and speckled, spiced water and refilled it again with a fresh batch of bubbling, warm water.

"I'm sorry for today..." She hesitated before chuckling with a small shake of her head, "Perhaps we exaggerated." Her hands dipped into the hot water, rinsing off the soap clinging to them from Kaysen's side before she shuffled back from the tub and straightened up. Around her, steam drifted through the air with a delicious, foggy heat turning the bathroom into a sauna while it fainted leaked through the cracked bathroom window. Kaysen's eyes wandered up, feeling a slight sensation of relief with his fur cleaned and after Nena had so carefully massaged all evidence of his near-dinner away, he felt relaxed and sleepy in the enveloping heat.

Suddenly, his tiredness flew away as Nena peeled her shirt up over her head in one smooth, fluid motion from the hem up past her head, leaving the shirt pooled on the floor like splashed water. Her long hair, rumpled from the shirt slipping past, tumbled back onter her shoulders and hung loosely to the tops of her breasts which rounded out from the top of her striped bra. The bra didn't seemed to contain them, with the smooth tops bulging out above and forming a perfect crease of cleavage leading down to the small pink bow between each cup of the bra. Her lips curled into a slight pout, seeing his gaze on her the wideness showing how he starred.

Then, she bent at the waist to strip out of her pants. The view in the mirror showed her backside while the fabric rolled down, slowly revealing her bare bum in a dainty, ruffled thong with white accents along its edges. Her pert, tight ass filled up the foggy mirror, giving him a hazy image of it before she turned slightly to steady herself with one hand on the sink's counter to peel the pants from around her ankles, giving him a glimpse of her from behind with one leg raised enough that he could see the fabric strip just barely covering her bare pussy beneath.

His throat went dry, heat rushing through his just at the sight of her in the simple strip show. In just her bra and panties, he saw the continuation in the two pieces with the same blue stripes and accenting pink bows over top. Even with the best bits still covered, her body in the hot, steaming room made him gulp. Her long legs were bare, slightly parted to show the mound of her covered sex, leading up to the wide stance of her hips and the slender curvature up to her midsection. Her stomach, toned and flat, led to the faint 'V' of her groin, drawing the eyes down beneath her belly button to the coyly covered sex beneath, hiding under the skimpy thong. In the mirror, he could see the thick stripe that made up the back of the garment, leaving her full ass cheeks bare and jiggling slightly while she wiggled out from her pants before glancing at him. "Might as well," she explained with a little shrug, making her breasts bounce in front of him. "Safe water and all..."

Turning, she caught the look in his eyes as he looked at her. The same spark that his eyes showed when he saw her undress as a human; a mixture of boyish excitement and pure, manly lust intermingling together in a swirl. A smile quirked up her pink pout before she chuckled to herself again, who had she been kidding, she still liked Kaysen! She loved him!

Reaching back, she unclipped the bra and let it fall, bringing her bare breasts out into the air. The perky, rounded breasts sat out against her chest, each topped with a rosy, stiff nipple that popped against the pale background of her ivory, smooth skin. Then, she began to wriggle out of her panties, this time purposefully turning so her ass pointed towards Kaysen still sitting in the tub. He watched as the fabric slowly began to slide down the smooth slope of her ass, with an agonizing slowness the fabric began to roll into a fragrant bundle wafting with her rich, earthy scent. The lace edges stuck out from the roll, giving its a dainty quality even as it reached the halfway point, showing half of her shaved pussy beneath. Bent over, her smooth lower lips parted slightly to show the rosy pink of her inner folds peeking out shyly.

Once the thong reached just beneath her butt, kissing her thighs she paused a moment, tracing a hand over the now bare slope of her tight ass before she lifted a leg to step out from the panties, sliding them down the last foot of leg to drop off her ankle and onto the floor.

Kaysen let out his breath in a puff, realizing he'd been so focused he'd stopped breathing while the panties slowly revealed her naked sex with the small nub of her clit sneaking out to peek out from between her lips. Shuffling back, he made room as she slid into the hot water with him, sinking down so the water pooled over her stomach, but bending her knees so the water merely lapped over her sex while her back soaked and her legs leaned into the wall. Two hands gently pressed along his side, rubbing tenderly while she looked at him along the side of her legs. "You are a useless excuse for a cat, you know that?" She teased, flashing him a smile while he looked back at her, attentive and high strung after seeing her all on display seconds before.

For a moment, she fell silent while her hands worked down his side, fingernails sliding through his thick fur with a soothing massage that tingled with electricity from her naked leg brushing his opposite side and her scent wafting in the air. Then, when she spoke again, her lips pulled up into a cutsy smirk. "What can you do well, huh?"

Then, the grin widened into a devious, almost devilish sneer. "I might know a thing... instead of catching mice..." Then, she shifted to spread her long, toned legs apart revealing her folds beneath.

Laying back against the smooth arm of the tub, her hips lifted slightly to offer her parted lips to the feline between her legs as her words settled into his mind. Slowly, his pink tongue rolled out from his mouth and, hunching down between her thighs, he dragged the tip up from her tailhole to her clit, where he flicked the sensitive bead lightly with the same finesse he'd had as a human, one skill he still had!

A gasp shot into the air, echoing faintly in the wall's of the bathroom before she stroked down his back once before letting a hand fall out the side of the tub and her head tip back, relaxing while she opened her legs further by hooking out over the side of the tub to dangle out, parting her lower lips open to show her glistening wet opening. The feline swallowed, keeping his motions slow and controlled while he traced along her slit, not licking the sensitive inner folds just yet, letting it build up until he heard her breath hitching and felt the quiver of her butt under his attentive tongue. The rough texture of his tongue gently rasped over her flesh, sending tingles up her spine even while he traced the crease where her thigh met her crotch. The faint leaking of her juices filled his mouth with a distant sample of her spicy flavor, a full and robust sweetness that danced on his tongue while he nuzzled into her inner thigh, using his whiskers to lightly tickle the skin.

Her body sunk down lower, butt kissing the water while the cat leaned down further to continue working up to the first lick over her bare sex, sliding over her parted folds like he was licking the side of a leaking ice cream cone, scooping up the droplets of her liquid excitement with the flat surface of his tongue. Her voice caught in the back of her throat, then fluttered up into the air. "Oh! Oooohh!" she sighed, whining softly while a hand slid along her stomach and up to her boob, fondling the soft flesh while he repeated the motion, now working up to a flick of her clit to send a jolt through her relaxed body and a burst of pleasure through her heated crotch.

In the heat of the room, moisture beaded her forehead, dribbling along her hairline while liquid leaked out of her tight opening, pooling against the cat's mouth while his tongue sped up, focusing in on the sensitive button of her clit, circling it before he took the venture of licking over it's surface. Her moan spooked him, making the long tail behind waggle madly for a second before he found his rhythm again, working her till she started to quiver and shake.

"Ohh... Kaysen..." she whined, grabbing the edge of the tub while his tongue steadily worked her clit, keeping up the tempo that sent chills down her spine. Her voice warbled, every breath choppy and desperate while she bucked to him slightly, threatening to break his building motion and release the pressure on her button, but he held firm. Her orgasm hung over them both, leaving a momentary limbo before she suddenly stiffened. Her grinding stopped. Her entire body twitched, then the room filled with a deep, guttural cry. Her nails scraped along the tub's side with a sharp sound, and between her thighs, Kaysen squeaked as a squirt of juices streaked over his nose.

He licked his lips, marveling at the powerful orgasm. He'd never made her squirt as a human! His rough tongue ached, the surface tingled from being used so steadily, yet the twitching, orgasming girl in front of him made the aching worthwhile. A hand patted his forehead, briefly affectionately, then to shove him back down once again to clean up the mess he'd made and start her up again.

******

"Dammit!" From the hallway, Colleen pulled her ear away from the door where she'd been eavesdropping since she blew her nose when they got home. Her forehead creased with a grimace. "This is too close for comfort! At this rate, she might forgive him! Inconceivable!" She slapped a hand to her thigh, racing down the hall back to her own room, determined to think up a solution.

******

Later, as Nena passed by Colleen's bedroom door in search of something from the kitchen, the younger sibling jumped into action with her freshly concocted plan rolling through her mind like a sugar rush, making her delightfully jittery with excitement.

Slipping into the hall, she found Kaysen mostly dry on Nena's bed, his chin resting on his paws with a blissful expression somewhere between being awake and being asleep. With the faint creak of the door easing open for Colleen to slip through, his eyes fluttered open with a slight widening.

"Oh no! Now what?" He thought to himself, feeling his freshly relaxed body tense up, hairs bristling on the back of his neck and down the line of his spine, but the girl just smiled sadly with a pout curling her lips down. "Look," she started, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed beside him. "I feel really sad for you... I got a little caught up with everything just like Nena and..." She willed herself to blush faintly, looking sheepish. "I overheard her in the tub, so I know she's starting to forgive you, and so I realize I went a little overboard." She hesitated, for effect, letting him linger on her words wondering what direction she meant to take.

"So, I'm going to change you back." Then, a faint pop finished her sentence as she pulled a vial out from her pocket, sloshing the liquids inside slightly and looking expectantly down to him still with her doleful face painted on expertly.

"I can't believe! I thought she hated me! Finally! Some understanding!" He looked up into her eyes, imagining the sympathy she felt for him and his plights. "She's just a younger sibling, I knew she'd come around eventually! And what perfect timing! Now, I can surprise Nena and explain everything! It'll all go back to normal! I've already proved I still want to take care of her, she still likes me! Now, maybe Colleen won't be so against me either! This might all be worthwhile!" WIth a burst of excitement in his round eyes, his jaw strained open wide for the vial.

Colleen tipped the glass tube over his mouth, pouring the contents down into his waiting mouth. Biting back the taste, he swallowed it eagerly. His stomach started to gurgle, but his body didn't seem to be growing and fur still coated every inch of him.

"I'm not changing back into a human!" A sharp meow of concern escaped, before he suddenly felt the changes the vial had started. Between his thighs, he felt the organs seeming to shift, and glancing down, he saw his sheath seeming to melt back into his body and bloom like a flower with pink folds, the faint reminder of his cock the slightly puffy clitoris poking out from his lower lips. Then, along his chest, a sensitive tingling marked each circle of faint, white hair as nipples swelled out from the skin, pert and numerous down the length of his underbelly.

"W-what?! I-I'm a girl!"

Colleen's laughed suddenly broke into the air, a harsh cackling sound, "You were way too close to my sister! Even as a cat she seems to like you!" Her smile stretched across her cheeks as she peered down at his new, female form. First, she just looked at him with her eyes burning a path from his face down the length of his rounder stomach decorated with paired, pink nipples down to his crotch where the rosy pink of his pussy peeked out of the short furs.

Then, her fingers glided down his back, curling to tickle over the new, sensitive nipples along his stomach. Two fingers rubbed along either side, pinching slightly while her teeth glinted out of her smile with a powerful, predatory appearance, reminding Kaysen that he'd been declawed, he had no way to save himself from her mocking molestation.

Both her hands cupped his entire stomach, squeezing briefly around his frame. "As a female, you look even plumper than before..." She trailed off for a moment, looking him over entirely again before meeting his eyes, acknowledging he was there inside the animal form, thinking and attentive. "I think you really are perfect this way. It suits you."

Her fingers tweaked the nipples again, focusing one hand on two separate pairs at a time and stretching her fingers out to torture four different teats at once. "Now I just need to make sure you're full of kittens, how do you think Nena will react to that? A bunch of cute little furry babies, all tugging and feeding from you, nipping these sensitive little nipples!" She continued to tweak and tug at the row of sensitive buds, making him whimper despite his own control, which only urged her on.

Kaysen tried to ignore her touch, focus his attention on the memory of Nena's gentle touch in the tub and use the faint echo of her moans in his head to drown out Colleen's taunting, but the image of his body, fat and flabby with little kittens tumbling over him, using him for their food while everyone gathered around ooing and ahing at them... It was too much to ignore.

His face burned with embarrassment, his chest ached with her toying, yet his sex seemed to tingle with anticipation of just what she mentioned- an instinctual desire to procreate that went against all his own wishes. His body against his mind.

"By the way, I was the one that got you that nice little vet visit." She sneered, standing up and leaving Kaysen on his side, with his new female body fully exposed from the hardened nipples down to his puffy, engorged sex. "You can thank me later."

His eyes narrowed, and Kaysen growled for the first time, feeling a flair of pure hatred for the girl for all she'd put him through. "That's it! This has all been her! Nena would never put me through so much suffering, but this girl is unrelenting!"

Colleen paused a moment, just grinning at him before her hand struck the briefcase and knocked it over, bottles rolling. "Nena! Come quick! The cat is messing with your stuff!"

Her feet pounded upstairs before Nena appeared in the doorway, frazzled and looked to the lap cat with his female changes on display. "Why, Kaysen!" She cried, anger making her voice pulse in the room while her eyes went wide, frustration and confusion swirling in the bright hue. "Why would you do this, we were just going the right way!"

"Ugh!" Her head shook, and she looked away. Kaysen felt his stomach drop. He'd been so close. She'd been coming back around to him! She probably would have changed him back herself in no time! A day at most with the way she looked at him during their bath, like she still loved him, but now! Now after Colleen's little twist, she thought he had betrayed her yet again!

"I can't have him near me! Take him for a walk or something." She said to Colleen with a new throb in her tone, a true ebb of emotions leaking into her voice. Then, looking to her boyfriend turned cat, her voice took on a harsh, hurt voice. "One more thing and you're going to the pound."

Colleen muffled a chuckle under a cough and scooped Kaysen up, leaving Nena to collapse onto the bed with a huff of confused anger. Then, she headed to the shoe closet, digging her aunt Henrietta's old dog leash out from a tangle of unpaired gloves, too-small hats, and tentacle-like scarves- a hot pink, vinyl-like leash, studded with sparkling diamond accents down its entire length. As it clipped onto his collar, Kaysen felt another blow to his already defeated ego, a pink leash on top of it all to hammer in on his new gender.

"Even after escaping the vet robbing me of my manhood...I've still lost it myself by trusting Colleen..." He thought, starting to pad along the icy sidewalk, feeling it sting his pawpads faintly while Colleen bundled up. She laughed to herself, scoffing. "Nice relationship you two had since she still believe me in an instant!" She chuckled, sneering before she added with a flinty tone. "You must have just been good with your tongue."

Her comment stung surprisingly on Kaysen. Never had he considered that Nena really hadn't loved him! But it made sense... how could someone transform anyone they loved into an animal, put them through so much unless they weren't truly important, just a way to get off. Colleen had struck something vulnerable, taking his current situation and deflated ego to add further doubt and shame not even on his feline form, but on his human past! She sneered, seeing her success his the droop of his eyes.

She paused, suddenly blowing her nose into a tissue with a sharp sneeze. Kaysen looked up at the noise, catching her smile before her face wrinkled with the sneeze. "She's playing me!" He hissed, the sound coming out in a long, angry tone.

Stuffing the tissue back into her pocket, she chuckled. "I can bring you back to worse things than the pound if you'd like. Want me to drop you at the Vietnamese place right now? I think I could even get some spare change out of you now with all that extra weight."

Beside the path, the bushes suddenly rustled and cut off the one sided abuse as a young, small cat peeked out with green eyes glinting. His nose twitched, sniffing out their scents while his ears rolled towards the noise of Colleen's voice.

"Oh! Looks like someone is interested in you!" Colleen announced with a smile while Kaysen looked to the cat. His entire body tensed at the sight of the youngster, probably still considered a kitten just a few weeks ago, though somehow he knew the young male no longer clung to his adolescence. With a twitch of his nose, he caught a scent in the air, feeling a twinge in response that throbbed through his lower lips like an electric shock.

Creeping closer, the cat rubbed along Kaysen's body, dragging his tongue over the larger female's muzzle. Kaysen flinched, yet he for some reason felt his side pressing back into the smaller cat and head ducking down under the licking tongue. "W-what is happening!?" He thought with a cry, his mind still confused while his body seemed to call the shots, running of instinct rather than command.

The lick seemed to be enough for the male concerning his slight skittishness about Colleen being beside them because moments later he trailed down the length of the queen's body, snuffing in the scent of her folds. With a twitch, Kaysen felt his nose sucking in the scent of the male, feeling a second throb of desire from his lower regions, a sudden heat spreading up through his frame. Then, the young cat suddenly leapt up, gripping onto his wide, back haunches with his front paws while teeth grabbed onto Kaysen's scruff.

"Merow!" Kaysen cried, feeling a jolt of shock as the barbed length suddenly pierced his new pussy, plunging down into his harshly while the little pricks tugged along his inner walls. A warbling call escaped his voice, filling the air for a second before the male began treading his back legs to keep his hips aligned and slammed into the female with repeated, deep thrusts for mere seconds before his barbs began to flare. A harsh grunt sound escaping the male while the female, Kaysen, trembled and felt his upper body leaning down slightly making it easier for the male to dominate. No matter what his mind wanted, his body sacrifice his new cunt for the first prize of the small, adolescent stud.

Above them, Colleen burst out laughing at the sight of the tiny cat over top of the fat lap cat, easily mastering the female as if he were a true alpha. Heat clouded kaysen's mind, instinct and logic colliding while he felt every hard thrust rocking his body with a mix of relief and dread. "Oh this is so great! Soon we'll have kittens all over! Little, cute kittens to fill up your tummy! Making you fatter and fatter till you just waddle to and fro until they're born." She gave a fiendish giggle of delight. "This will be such a surprise! Cats are extremely fertile, so there's not even a slim chance of you NOT getting pregnant from this little runt! Oh look at him go! Kaysen you seem to like that little prick! Hows it feel to be impregnated?"

Her question seemed right on time while the barbs suddenly dug into her, flaring fully out as the male began to unleash his spurt of semen. "Ooh! Soon you'll have kittens climbing all over you! Suckling from your little teats! We can take videos, you'll be the Internet's next mama cat! The face of all fat, loving mothers!" She giggled delightfully, watching as the smaller cat gave a few more thrusts before wrenching backwards and scampering off, leaving the female with an ache in her engorged sex and a burning sensation of shame to accompany the images flashing through his mind of Colleen's words: being a plump, helpless mother! Useless except for feeding time!

Kaysen's head hung down, unable to even look at his tormentor as he felt the spunk shifting inside him, the slight sticky ooze of the mess filling him up while Colleen jerked on the leash. "Come on! Let's go back, but let's keep it a secret from Nena! I want to see her reaction when she finds out in a couple of weeks! He! He!"

He stumbled after her, mind spinning at the idea of a couple more weeks of torture and eventually, a life as a mother to a litter of kittens...

Crossing over the threshold back into the house brought with it a wave of heat, warming the feline's cold paws with the plush entryway rug while Colleen kicked off her shoes and Nena appeared, framed by the doorway to the living room. "How did it go?"

"Oh, just wonderfully!" Colleen beamed, "Mom and dad are at the restaurant, right?"

Nena nodded, ignoring Kaysen as she focused on her sister. "It's really cold out tonight, and they expect a blizzard so they called earlier to say they might find a hotel instead. I said we'd be fine." She gestured back to the living room, "I was just setting up the newest season of "Black is still Black" on Netflix, shall we?"

Colleen nodded, following her sister to the couches where the toppled into them, snuggling back into the plush seats while the television played. Trotting after them, Kaysen moved to Nena's feet, laying his plump body over them so she felt the heat of his fur on her bare toes, keeping them toasty warm. For a moment, he felt relaxed, even with the stress of his new form, it faded slightly from his mind with the soothing sound of the television while he helped Nena, hoping to remind her of him again.

Spotting the cat like a blanket on her sister's toes, Colleen pouted with slight jealousy. "I worked hard too, you know! How about some care for my feet?"

"As if!" Kaysen thought, the tone escaping as a sharp hiss in his limited, feline vocabulary. Nena flipped him off from her feet, sending him stumbling back into the center of the rug while her tone hammered down on him, hard and unforgiving. "You did this to yourself! Now don't you dare to take it out on her! You'll treat her like royalty or it's adoption!"

Kaysen flinched, imagining a new family of unpredictable combination: grabby children with an affinity for tails, smelly grandmothers with anti-affinity for bathing or more young males... He shuddered at the mere thought and began to pad over to where Colleen's feet sat.

Though grumbling unhappily, he laid over one of her feet and instantly, she felt the warm heat of his furred body. While silence settled back over them except for the television's voices, Colleen's lips curled up into a sneer once again and her free foot moved over Kaysen's stomach. Her toes shifted through the fur, rubbing her faint sheen of sweat off into his fur and spreading the tang sweetness of its smell into his nose. Her toes zeroed in on a pink nipple, on the opposite side from where Nena could see, and pinched the small nub. Wriggling her foot, she pressed down against the warm, soft fur while tweaking and tugging on the little nipples one at a time till they all stood out against his fur, pert and eager-looking.

Then, satisfied, she lifted the foot from beneath him up to his head. "Lick it."

"What? No! Laying on her feet is one thing, surely Nena wouldn't make me lick her feet! That's practically servial!" But, when he looked up to his girlfriend with plaintive eyes stretched wide, she didn't even look away from the screen.

"I said, lick it." Colleen repeated, rubbing her big toe against his lip and rubbing to the teeth beneath forcefully, so his mouth opened and the rough, pink tongue unfurled. Slowly, he licked just the big toe closest to his mouth. The rough texture of his tongue scraped over her flesh, licking off the faint sheen of sweat from being in her shoes. Her taste bite him, a salty sweet mixture of sweat with the faint taste of soap from her socks.

Then, her heel directed towards his jaws, offering up the chilled sole for him to glide his tongue up, tracing the smooth arch of her foot with his lapping tongue. Heat wafted off his mouth, warming her cold feet while shame filled his own body with heat. Colleen looked down with a smug, satisfied expression while he licked her, tugging a sensitive nipple with her opposite foot if he slow and hesitated to continue bathing her foot with his tongue.

For Kaysen, his tongue soon started to ache, feeling overworked to say the least after only an hour or so earlier licking Nena for a solid chunk of time and now again using the muscle to clean off her sibling's foot. He started to slow with his ambling licks along the side of her heel, where the skin was harder and he had to press for her to feet the tickling texture of his mouth against her flesh. "Nuh uh uh..." She hissed, leaning down to him with a scolding expression just as Nena briefly ran to the kitchen for water, giving her free time to really lay into the cat.

"You had the time and patience to lick my sister for plenty of time earlier... and if you treat me any less than that..." She grinned, "In fact, would you rather I demand that of you?" Kaysen's mind instantly perked up while his head shook madly. "Then you'd better work a bit harder for me, besides it's good practice for cleaning all the kittens you'll have soon."

"Whenever Nena leaves, Colleen is so evil! She doesn't even know how cruel her own sibling is!" Kaysen thought to himself, feeling a mixture of anger and panic at being threatened with servicing the younger girl, at maybe her middle school years the girl certainly had motive for wanting a sexual slave of a cat, and that was not a path he wanted to walk down! And if Nena ever found out he'd licked her sister out, he couldn't see their relationship ever mending. So, he did as she asked and did it with zeal.

When Nena returned, Kaysen had doubled his efforts. His tongue wriggled between the girl's toes, working out the faint tufts of cotton stuck there from her socks and cleaning out the salty twinge of sweat from each. He lapped over her toenails, painted a bright pink and around the tips of every single piggy that went to the market. His tongue moved along the sole again, focusing in on the tender arch where she shivered a little from the ticklish sensitivity that set a pleasant heat up her spine. With his warm mouth on her, Colleen felt constant heat, yet she still felt a bit cold, chilled to the bone and her nose was starting to run constantly, forcing her to began stockpiling used tissues beside her while their show continued, Kaysen licking all the while.

"I must be getting sick with a fever..." Colleen thought as the episodes began to bleed into one another. "It must be from falling in the snow." She pulled her own blanket tighter, clinging to the heat it offered as outside, the storm intensified unto the full blown blizzard hit and the two retreated to their beds to avoid feeling the temperature outside as it dipped below zero.

On her way to bed, Colleen cranked the electric heating before saying goodnight to Nena outside her bed. The older sibling quickly snuggled beneath her blankets, and without a cold, felt warm enough to slip into an easy slip, but for Colleen the blankets and the heat seemed barely enough and she lay awake, watching through the window as the blizzard grew more intense.

Snow seemed to be shooting from all directions like popcorn in a popper exploding out of its kernel state. The wind howled with a lonesome, powerful song, filling the air with the noise of an entire pack of wolves all calling to one another while the gusts and gales cried out. The window rattled with the power of the hardening snow, hail a distinct possibility as suddenly, the rumble of the heater clicked off and the few lights blinking from chargers all went off.

The blizzard had knocked out the power. For a second, Colleen didn't feel the difference, but then a chill wove through the air and she shuddered. Her blankets were clenched around her, fingers going white with the grip beneath her chin as she shivered herself to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the cover of darkness, Kaysen had his own adventure. "She thinks she can just abuse me for as long as I am in this helpless form! Hah! I'll show here that even as a cat I can get her back!" He crept into Nena's room into the briefcase, still left open after she'd cleaned up "Kaysen's" spill earlier. Carefully, he selected a vibrant potion, though unsure what it would truly do, and began to trot towards Colleen's room with it gripped in his teeth. "Sure, it might be a bit hard to get the cork off, but if I tug it off and pick up the vial quickly... holding my head at an angle none should spill then I just pour it in! I have no idea what this'll do to her, but everything is fine just to get back at her! Declawing me! Threatening to neuter me! Turning me into a girl! T-the..." He stopped before even mentioning their walk.

Creeping into her room, he stopped. Beneath a mound of covers, the girl's form shook with her shivers. Her teeth were softly clicking together, clattering with freezing cold while her blankets pulled high up obscuring most of her head. In her sleep, she whimpered, seemingly having a bad dream before she suddenly started to mumbled aloud. "No, Sissy. Don't leave me alone, come to my party. He doesn't need you to study..." Her voice, so unlike the mocking tone she'd been using on Kaysen since the transformation, hit him. It was soft, filled with childish longing for their older sibling to love them.

"She's still so young, can I really do this to her?" Kaysen asked himself, watching for another second as she trembled with her cold and meekly whined to her dreamed sister, begging again for her to stay with her. Kaysen felt a sudden ache for the girl, a sadness at seeing the reason why she hated him with such passion, would he not hate someone for stealing Nena away as well?

So, instead of creeping up to pour the potion into her trembling lips, he abandoned it against the closet and instead snuck up onto the bed where she latched onto him. Her arms circled around him tightly, finding a heat source and pulling it flush to her cold body. Like a hot water bottle, she absorbed the heat he offered and nuzzled down against him. Briefly, her eyes fluttered open, seeing the familiar orange fur tucked to her chest with his heat perched just barely on her pillow. Then, they dropped shut again, squeezing herself around him tighter, curling up so he touched as much of her frozen frame as possible.

Just as she fell asleep, she smiled faintly. "As least he's good for one thing..."

******

Once the sun arose the next morning, bringing with it repairmen for the electric lines that had gone down and a bright collection of rays to begin thawing frozen Nettville, Nena padded out of her bedroom. Curious how her sibling lasted through the chilly night, she peeked into the girl's room quietly to spot the pair together. Colleen was curled tightly around the plump lap cat, who seemed to be asleep still, with his tail resting lightly on the girl's cheek where it peeked out from the blanket.

"Awww..." Nena mumbled, spotting the laundry spilled out over the floor with a small shake of her head, squatting to collect it she peeked at the two again. "That's sweet," she thought, while throwing various shirts into the basket to throw a load into the wash, figuring her sick sibling could use some fresh, warm clothes and that the girls lingering around on her clothes from the day before couldn't be helping her healing process. There, beneath a spilled pool of jeans, she found Kaysen's phone with the screen blinking impatiently.

"Hmm..." Curious, Nena clicked open the message, for a moment expecting something from the new woman that might fuel her fire against the feline all over again, but instead she found a entirely different message: "Hello Kaysen," the email began. "We contacted you via telephone, but when you didn't respond I thought I'd shoot an email too. The interview went splendidly, and we need you to come in to discuss starting as soon as possible before the holiday season forces us to hire someone else for the position. I think you were really eager for this spot, so please contact me soon! Sincerely, Kathy from Grant Hill Publishing House."

"So, all along he never was cheating!" Nena gasped, covering her mouth to avoid waking them and hurriedly racing back to her bedroom to the briefcase. The book fell open and while the sun continued its way into the sky, she quickly and precisely concocted a fresh potion, this time to reverse the others and return Kaysen to the human form she so loved. With every fresh ingredient, she felt a mixture of delight for the news she found and guilt for having put him through so much when he didn't even cheat.

"Then why did he claw things up? If he was innocent, why didn't he just last it out?" She mused aloud, confused at the deviation from Kaysen's usual self after the change. Once she finished the antidote, she hurriedly rushed back into Colleen on light, bare feet to carefully pull the cat out from her grip. She paused, tucking her tightly with the blanket while cradling the groggy Kaysen. She looked at him briefly, face lighting up with a beaming smile with what was about to happen, but she didn't say a word to avoid waking up Colleen, she needed all the rest she could get!

Then, as the potion went down his gullet, Kaysen instantly felt his body begin to change. One by one, his feline features fell away to give back his human form and gender. When at last, his long black hair seemingly poured down from his head in a cascade, he pulled Nena close, gripping her tightly. "Oh Kaysen!" She cried, burying her face against his neck. "I am so sorry! I thought you had cheated on me! I was so mad that you stole from me to impress some other girl! I didn't understand! A job! Kaysen!"

"Let me explain, Nen'." He took her hands, sitting down while he recounted his tail, from his realization that he had to prove himself, "I knew that I had to show you I was serious about this, that I wanted this for good," all the way the way through pawning her necklace, "I knew I didn't have anything worth the money I needed to rent a suit and get a customary gift. I planned to buy it back right away!", the interview, "It was terrifying! She was so intense! I even told her why I wanted a job so badly, for you. So I could be good enough for you, Nen'," and Colleen's plot, though he didn't mention their walk together as the mere thought had his cheeks heating up.

"Oh, Kaysen! I didn't know! Colleen!" Her face twisted, a sharpness showing in her features that surprised Kaysen slightly. "How could she? She's always just been a little bitch about you! I never thought she'd do something like those things though! Framing you! Ruining my friend's shoes! Stealing your money! Oh, baby! I'll pay back every dollar, actually she will! We could turn her into an elephant and sell her for her tusks to make up for it! Or a panda, those are always in demand for breeding because they are so bad at it! Or a baby calf? Veal for Christmas dinner! She has to pay for what she did! She tried to break us up!" She clutched onto him, hugging around her boyfriend with a vice-like grip while she kissed up his neck and to his lips, "I can't believe she'd try to poison our love like that."

"Shhh..." Kaysen hugged the girl, kissing her forehead. "I thought all those things too, until last night. She was dreaming... and talking in her sleep about you leaving her to be with me. I think she's missed you as a sister. I get that. I wouldn't like anyone who took you away either. She's your family..." He hesitated a moment, cupping her cheek with one hand. "And if I get what I want someday, she'll become my sister-in-law someday."

"Oh, Kaysen!" Nena hugged him tighter, kissing his face. "What do you suggest then?"

******

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Nena chirped with a soft rap of her younger sibling's door while easing it open with her foot. Both hands were full, balancing a tray filled with a breakfast spread from freshly cooked sausages, soaked in a maple sauce for the syrupy flavor she knew she loved, crisp bacon slices and buttered toast glistening with their fats, pancakes stack tall and dripping with a rich, apple-cinnamon homemade sauce, and a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "I brought breakfast!"

Colleen sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily. "Oh my gosh!" She giggled with delight, eyeing all the food and beaming back at her sister while Nena took a seat on the edge of the bed, setting down the tray. "This is so awesome!" She gasped, grabbing the orange juice, starting to sip from the wide glass while she chattered about the blizzard.

"It was so cold! I was shivering and shaking after the heat went off! I think it was the worst night of my life! Were you-" Suddenly, her fingers holding the glass of orange juice seemed distorted through the glas. Setting it down, she stared at them, watching as they began to shrink and white fur sprouted down the knuckle.

"W-wha?" Then, her entire body got smaller, making Nena seem huge on the edge of the bed while she felt her skin prickling, fur sprouting over every inch while, over her sister's shoulder, she spotted Kaysen standing in the doorway in his human form once again.

"No!" She cried, but it never made it out in her human voice but instead as a squeaky shriek before she landed on the bed, in a pile of her own pajamas and blankets, as a tiny, white pet mouse. Her long, naked tail lashed madly with anxiety as Nena plucked her up, carrying her to the cage Kaysen held in front of him.

"You've made a hell of a lot of trouble this time!" She flicked the cage, opening the door. "Really, I should do far worse. I wanted to do far worse." She paused, imagining her sibling as a rare, valuable animal being shipped off in a crate to earn back the money she'd stolen, or as a delectable meat she could share over candlelight with Kaysen- an ironic choice to celebrate their relationship by using their separator themselves as their shared meal. Or even a cat herself, to be put through every single thing she put Kaysen through one at a time, including the vet visit with fixing, a gender change, and possibly a trip out for Vietnamese or adoption...

"I thought about a lot of things to make you pay, figuratively and some literally. You stole from Kaysen. You stole the money he got from my necklace, so you really screwed us both other, sis." She hissed the word, obviously starting to show her true emotion. "I wanted to make you into something exotic, to sell away to be a trophy so me and Kaysen would have a nice, careful Holiday and would have the money you stole back. I wanted to use your own ideas against you, maybe our Christmas turkey to stuff. Do you remember suggesting that, Colleen? Telling me I should make Kaysen into our dinner as revenge for something he didn't even do? Well, I wanted to do that right back. You'd make a nice calf for sweet, juicy veal... something I've always wanted to try. I wanted to make you pay, for real. I wanted to take it all like you tried to do."

Then, she grinned sweetly, with a terrifyingly sweet dimple in her cheek after the idea she'd just shared. "But, my boyfriend is kind of a softie and wants to go easy on you." She leaned up, kissing his cheek before she looked back to the mouse who she still held right in front of the cage, plopping her into the shredded bedding.

"This Holiday you'll spend like this." She nodded to her mouse shape, making Colleen squeak with complaint. "Thus, no presents, no dinner, no cookies, no sweets, and no gaming. In fact, no fun at all." She chuckled. "Aunt Henrietta will be coming over with Damian, our little cousin who has some pet mice himself! And, since I know you don't like being lonely... I mean, you did try to sabotage my relationship just so I would spend time with you..." She gave a pointed look down to the girl, a glint of her true anger showing through the showny facade.

"So you won't be lonely, you will get to stay in the cage with you little cousin's pet mice until they leave."

She paused, looking to Kaysen, who smiled back, for a moment before she lowered her voice in between a mumbled and a pointed whisper, "Let me rephrase the part about have no fun... They're all young males."