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This story is incomplete without it's beginning. But please enjoy the concept of the middle and end.

The first sip is somewhat unpleasant, wincing at the smoky bitterness of the eccentric Barista’s special drink believing the saving grace is the flavor of vanilla mixed in the blend. The longer the taste sits in the back of my tongue; however, something suddenly clicks, a flush of warmth spreading throughout out my body that has me stretching from my seat. My voice; I’m purring, closing my eyes as this warmth glows hotter over my skin caught off-guard, yet contently transfixed, on posturing myself on the palms of my hands on top the bar counter urgently wanting to stand on all fours.

My nostrils expand recapturing the bitter mint quality of my drink’s scent, the smell that had captivated my senses strangely twice as aromatic than before, leaning over the plastic lid eagerly sniffing around the protruding straw trapping my drink inside. I start to lick around the straw wanting the taste that was once not so appealing, now urgently delectable, to trickle down my tongue and throat and warm my being more. Strange how I’m neglecting the fact I could sip out of the straw like I did before, my thoughts feverish with instincts more natural to lap my drink with my lashing tongue.

“Let me help you with that, kitty,” the Barista giggled peeling away the plastic lid. Without thought or uttering a word of thanks I quickly lean in and start to do exactly as my instincts urge me to do, the smoky yet now tolerable bitter flavor of the mint pooled and lapped under my lashing tongue, the ends of my lips curling into a smile while my feet balance over the metal shafts keeping my stool together; my rump sticking out wiggling lightly in elation noting the phantom sensation of a small flickering tail slipping out from under my jeans curling back freely.

This taste so good I start to praise in my mind. She wasn’t kidding about its effects; I’m really starting to feel like a cat. And…and I don’t care if anyone sees me acting like this. I’ve never felt closer to my animal side than ever before.

A curious mew peeks my attention away from my drink briefly as the friendly white cat having kept me company since I arrived stares at me in odd fascination, the short silent gaze broken as the feline approached and offered continued affection nuzzling its face under my wet chin, stealing droplets of runoff from my messy lapping. My right hand jerks to reach over and pet the sweet creature like before, but my instincts urge me to return its affections proper leaning my head lower to the countertop and offering my face for the white cat to continue brushing its furry cheeks and shoulders upon my face, carefully nuzzling back as we both purr and lick each other.

“Aww; I knew you two were going to be something special,” the Barista sighs pleasantly, licking her own hands (what I thought before wore costumed cat paws to go with her cosmetic feline theme) grooming the whiskers from her swollen-like upper lips and the loose strands of black hair masking her shimmering feline eyes.

There is little for my mind to grasp onto while in this rousing primal state I’m trapped in. No; awakening too. The cat calls that climb from my voice stirring up the current empty bar (save for the other feline passerbyers the Barista allows in) has become my only vocabulary despite knowing I can still speak normally. I simply chose not to, my feline voice contently preferable finding that my friendly white cat, and the others strutting around my seat taking a newfound interest in me, respond openly talking their language.

The white cat loves me speaking like them, brushing herself along the side of my neck nuzzling behind my strangely tugging ears reacting intimately to my soft mews and yowls I can’t seem to really control, not that I want to anymore.

“Purrrfect,” the Barista purrs clapping her paw-like hands together joyfully as she moves my drink away. “I knew you were one of us. My senses never lie to me whenever I come across a human like you, sensing a fellow feline hiding inside them. Why don’t you start to make yourself comfortable and join the others on the floor while I temporary lockup the café and pour the rest of your order in a clean saucer.”

It is almost difficult to understand what the Barista is telling me with my thoughts distracted with primal fancies and the attraction for my affectionate white cat friend, yet I start to move away from the bar counter and drop down from the stool to the floor as she suggested, postured on my hands and feet urging to stand like a proper cat. Surprisingly; I’m standing quite comfortably like this, feeling my spine pop and stretch the moment I lift my head up and flex my body, my chest achingly yet effortlessly barreling forward as my neck and torso lengthens making the awkward raise of my rump on long legs tolerable. Or perhaps I find it comfortable on all fours because my legs no longer feel as long as they once did, my haunches thick and calves shorten while my feet feel elongated fixing my posture in the process.

This feels so nice…so right I continue to personal adulate, ignoring the oddity of my jeans and undergarments suddenly becoming loose and baggy falling down my changed legs batting them aside along with my shoes with thick padded animal feet, the phantom sensation I felt before revealed to be a true tail flickering and curling about in my ecstatic zeal.

“Here, let me help you with those,” I hear the Barista offer, feeling her claw tipped padded fingers gently wrap around the back of my sides lifting me onto my hindpaws, me mewing confusingly as her hands glide up around my protruding chest lifting my now large shirt and overshirt over my head and out my arms setting me back down to the floor. “There; now you won’t get yourself tangled up once you’re a natural sized feline…although it is amusing to watch other patrons wrestling inside their clothes after they’ve changed.

I shake my body quickly, becoming aware of how naked I suddenly am yet relieved to not be tethered and constricted by those godawful rags anymore letting my body breath and cool even as the heat within continues to boil, and an earlier itch started shortly after lapping my drink breaking out all over my bare (yet slightly fuzzy) skin. The white cat however eases the irritation simply rubbing her lithe feline body over my arms and legs, acknowledging how much larger she has grown in the last few minutes to easily walk under me and brush her head and back side along my chest and stomach; her tail teasing between my haunches.

Wait…maybe I’m shrinking. Is that why those rags felt too large for my body suddenly?

The other feline patrons of the café start to introduce themselves one by one sharing in the same affections only cats like them can offer, my head darting and body twisting about to return each caressing feline’s gesture with nuzzles and licks following each one that passes by before distracted to know the other. It gradually becomes easier to share my affections back proper as they all continued to grow; as I continued to shrink, my face no longer so large to be cautious in nuzzling as my fuzzy cheeks and sensitive sprouting whiskers can eagerly groom and caress their bodies without fear of incidentally hurting them.

It also becomes delightful to swipe and nip at each other’s tails, chasing their whipping appendages an absolute joy; the others joining in trying to snag my own.

“Wonderful,” the Barista’s voice booms above us, somewhat shocked at how towering the woman has become yet not at all frightened; her charming smile and enticing feline scent retaining my attraction to her as much as the other cats. “You’re certainly developing into a happy tabby. I love your inner feline’s coat at that; a rarity to have such solid colors.”

I mew in response, mostly to keep her attention as I once again couldn’t truly grasp what she was saying. Though she mentioned my coat; my fur, looking over my altering body to see the faint fuzz that had sprouted all over my bare skin tinting between orange and white; the outer layer making up my orange tint as the white appears from my shaping feline muzzle down the center of my neck and chest to my belly and between my thighs.

“May I pet you, kitty?” The Barista kindly asks extending her right handpaw towards me unobtrusively, looking up to her paw and realizing that her feline makeup and attire now appeared much more realistic than ever, perhaps undergoing her own feline transformation as she stands above me with black fur spread over her open skin; her head morphed into a house cats.

This revelation that my drink maker and owner of the café is becoming a cat like us had me leaping to my hindfeet reaching my forepaws out batting to touch her, meowing excitedly as she dropped down to her knees and rested on her own handpaws, her right hand gently scratching the scruff of my neck and chest as padded fingers stroked and rubbed the back of my shoulders. Stringing waves of purrs trilled from my throat as she tipped me over onto my back on the floor, limbs tucked yet flailing giddily as her feline nose nuzzled my chest and licked my underbelly, my forepaws batting her head and triangular feline ears as my body reacted not just pleasantly…but pleasurably to her affections.

“Mmmm…you are something special, kitty,” the feline Barista purred, taking special attention to rubbing her muzzle between my thighs, her rough tongue licking over the furry sheath that now kept my manhood safe, though her advances and the intense airy musk of the other excited cats made it hard to contain myself without it peeking. “Your musk is absolutely virile; no wonder your playmate and I grew very attracted to you the moment you walked in.”

The Barista crawled closer under me, my overall size now not much more than half her body, licking her muzzle as she undoes the bottom of her blouse gingerly slipping out of it to bare her fantastic voluptuous upper body, the hybrid blend of cat and human an titillating sight to behold. “And I think you’re gathering more fans the longer they wait for you to finish changing,” she adds, growling wildly as she pays little care for her short skirt and underwear sinking her claws through the fabric at her crouch and tearing her clothes forcefully apart, purring tossing them absently aside.

“I’m starting to feel guilty; I might have to let the others wait a bit…so you can quell the heat building within me now that I’ve gotten better acquainted with your scent and personality.”

There was little I could have planned for today’s supernatural fate, never believing in my life I’d ever get the chance to physically unleash my inner feline like this, let alone be welcomed and favored to explore the darker sensual side of our animalities. Turning into a cat was pleasurable enough in my life, but to be courted into mating with them? It should be more of a disturbing thought, to enact the taboo of bestiality is commonly frowned upon in the society I lived in. But; the rules are being thrown out, and my thoughts can’t seem to find fault in my kindling desires.

Which is why I lie back and stretch my head yowling pleasurably as the feline Barista’s tongue grooms the tip of my bulbous head, unable to keep the rest of my feline shaped phallus contained.

The café echoes in choruses of mews and yowls from the other visiting cats, various breeds rushing to caress and brush their bodies along my trembling frame and the Barista’s limbs and whipping tail. My gaze squints and blurs reacting strongly to the rush of endorphins filling my being, darting my eyes about the floor as I start to notice a few of the feline occupants pairing up, partners mounting the other as they hump vigorously mating. The smell of pheromones overwhelms my feline nose yowling deeply as a dominant need urges me to get to my paws and take a partner, the white cat remaining beside me mewing for my attention nuzzling my cheek and neck as it steps forward with its rump in view, the glistening heat and alluring pheromones fuming from “her” sex bothering me to no end.

The white cat jumps as the feline Barista hisses back at her spooking the feline to hide behind one of the bar stools, the black humanoid feline once more lying closer over my back splayed body nuzzling muzzle and cheek, her size startling to meet mine halfway as my hindlegs and paws can now stroke and grasp the end of her haunches and furry rear; my forepaws raking the top of her arms.

“Whoopsie,” the Barista chuckled purring after, “I don’t think I can stop myself now. I wanted you to have Felicity first, but…I’m still trying to control my obsessive need to break in new patrons. And; honestly…it’s a bitch to suppress. How about you, kitty?”

My answer; my feline limbs grasp the Barista’s body tightly knocking her down as we switch our positions rolling her onto her back, now with me lying on top. I yowl softly shuddering along with my own transformed body, the simple carnal delight of our two underbellies rubbing and grinding against each other enough to weaken my inhibitions nuzzling and licking her chest and neck; urgently lapping the small mounds of her furry breasts before they would eventually flatten into teats.

The Barista submitted to my carnal whims, mewing contently as her forepaws wrapped over my shoulders slowly meeting behind my back, her humanoid size about the same as mine as she lost more of her human features; the black cat now another member of the clowder along myself.

The building musk of feline sex reached a snapping point, my instincts ready to indulge what I craved so much now as my lower half prodded and thrust to enter the Barista’s hot gates wanting to take her; wanting to mate. Her legs tucked deeper into her lithe feline frame raising her rump; her curling tail brushes under my barbed loins guiding me to her swollen treasure, shuffling my hindpaws forward arching my long body high as I finally connected and push inside yowling blissfully from the erogenous heat trapping my phallus.

The black cat purred twisting her body underneath me rolling onto her belly thankfully keeping our seal intact, resting low to the floor on all fours as her rump pushes into my loins rocking insistently, wanting me to keep going and claim my prize for being reborn into the body and mind I secretly dreamt. I don’t squander the gift the Barista has given me; my forepaws clutch her sides as my animal fangs ensnare the nape of her furry neck, embracing the frantic rhythm of the other humping cats pounding my throbbing feline shaft inside my willing mate.

The chorus of our natural cousins begins to bellow with aggressive purrs and frantic yowls, feral couples finishing their deeds drawing the overwhelming odor of each male’s dripping seed and each female’s staggering heat into my nostrils effective enough even as its buried against the fur and flesh of my willing Queen. It urges me to fill her faster, the pride of an accomplished copulation more gratifying than the carnal lust of groping her feline physique (not that it felt less thrilling).

She starts to yowl, the climax of her feline voice telling me she’s nearing the tipping point of her arousal (if not as well the natural discomfort of my barbs scratching her constricting walls bothering her), pushing me to instinctively pump faster and deeper as my own well nears its capacity. Spent partners and captivated onlookers resisting their need to couple surround us once more spurring on the peak of our ecstasy rubbing against us; rough tongues lashing at our heaving genitals while other Queens attempt to steal my attention presenting wet and dripping sexes to entice me to switch partners and quell their unyielding heat.

If only my seed wasn’t gushing inside the temple and womb of the black cat under me. My fangs loosens from my mate’s nape yowling alongside the black cat as we sound our sexual bliss, keeping my loins plugged deep within so very little of my potency can seep out. I want her to have kittens, and I want to fill her again the next chance I can; pleased to see the other Queens wanting the same from me as they circle and shower us with intimate affection.

(ok...guess I need to work on finishing it's ending too, hehe)