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Getting Some Tail (mc, nc, mf, tf, furry)
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
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"You know, Tom, all guys want is sex." 

That was Patricia Olen commenting in her normal dry way the sorry state 
of the world to Tom, perhaps the closest thing to a friend she had.  
Patricia, and you did have to call her Patricia, was one of those 
people, the kind that could find something wrong with a beautiful 
spring day and was disgusted by the cuteness of kittens and babies.  
This of course didn't make her an entirely popular young woman, not 
that she minded.  It suited her just fine to be able to avoid all the 
simpering masses anyway.

Tom just shook his head in reply.  It wouldn't do any good to try 
talking to her in one of these moods.  Sometimes he wondered why he put 
up with her.  Then he remembered she was about the only person in the 
world that ever showed any interest in him at all.  Tom Warston was one 
of those people who fell through the cracks of modern American culture.  
He was bookish, smart and completely uninterested in anything that guys 
were supposed to like, such as cars and sports.  The only exception was 
women, not that it did him any good, with the slight exception of 
Patricia, and there wasn't a girl alive that had ever even seen him.  
Unfortunately, for Tom, Patricia wasn't so equally interested in men, 
but Tom was a safe confidant, and since he had no where else to turn 
she accepted his presence.  Tom understood the rule as well, not that 
he wouldn't have enjoyed moving beyond it.  Patricia wasn't a 
supermodel, but she was nicely built, especially for someone who didn't 
seem to care about her appearance.  She had a cute smile too, though 
Tom's only memories of that smile were when she had the most wicked 
twinkle in her eyes.  Still, Tom really didn't like her attitude some 
of the time, but company to a lonely guy was like water in a desert, 
you didn't turn it down.

"I'll take that as an agreement." Patricia huffed at Tom's silence.  
She had just had to fend off another college guy who thought that women 
were just supposed to drop their pants and spread their legs when they 
saw a man coming.  She wasn't as against the idea of sex as she 
sounded, she just didn't like the idea of showing weakness to anyone.  
Her own early experiences with sex had shown how hard it was to keep 
her emotions safely concealed, and that meant she had to avoid it to 
keep from showing she was human.

"Like I'm going to argue with you." Tom whimpered back.  Of course it 
wasn't something you could argue if you wanted to, it was just natural 
for a guy to be after sex.  That Patricia didn't like basic biology 
wasn't something that Tom was going to worry about.

"Sometimes I forget you're just another guy under all those books.  I 
suppose it can't be helped." Patricia laughed.  Tom could almost see 
the edge of her lips turn up into a smile.  He wondered just what she 
was talking about but didn't stop himself from taking in her harsh 
beauty for a moment.  Her face was soft and round, with just the cutest 
little nose.  She wore a pair of those stylish black glasses that 
nicely hovered over her brown eyes.  This whole image was framed by her 
long black hair, which fell over her shoulders almost to the center of 
her back.  If it wasn't for the near scowl she always wore, she would 
have been very attractive.

"Well, are you still up for that little experiment I wanted you for?" 
Tom asked.  He was a student in the graduate program for genetic 
engineering and was always working on experiments in his own lab at his 
home.  It had taken almost a year of research, and almost as much 
coaxing to have everything ready for the experiment with Patricia.  The 
hardest part was getting her to do it without letting her know just 
what he intended to do.

"Okay, fine, when do you want me to come over?" Patricia had been a 
student as well, but now she was just living on the trust fund that had 
been set up for her after her parents' death in a car accident.  She 
wasn't quite ready to move on to the working world, mostly because she 
couldn't fathom putting up with the idiocy of bosses and coworkers.  
School had been a good way to avoid it, and now she just rested while 
she figured out what to do next.  Patricia wasn't entirely sure what 
Tom's experiment was all about, but she didn't have anything better to 
do, and for some reason she felt like she owed the poor guy.

"This Friday after four will be great." Tom replied.  Given that 
Patricia didn't have anything else going on in her life made it very 
easy to make plans this way.  Tom had to fight to suppress his smile as 
he thought of the experiment.  It really wasn't as experimental as he 
made it sound.  He'd already tested the procedure, and was very pleased 
with the results.  Patricia would be the first person to undergo the 
procedure though.

"All right, I'll see you then." Patricia said and strolled off.  Tom 
wondered sometimes just what she did when they weren't together, but he 
didn't worry much about it today.  He had just two days to make the 
final preparations to his lab and then he'd have plenty of time to 
enjoy the experiment.

***


Patricia woke up to the feeling of cold air over her naked flesh.  Her 
eyes flashed open and she went to sit up only to discover that her 
head, hands, waist and feet all seemed to be strapped down.  The last 
thing she remembered was taking a drink of tea that Tom had offered 
before they were going to start the experiment.  She felt herself get 
extremely tired and the next thing she knew she was tied up and naked.  
In her attack on her bonds she also noticed that she had IV's stuck 
into her arm.  Obviously, she was supposed to be here for a while.

"What the hell is going on, Tom?" Patricia screamed, glad that at least 
her voice still seemed to be free.  Whatever kind of sick joke Tom was 
playing, he'd regret it as soon as he let her up.  

She heard the sounds of footsteps going down stairs to her right, 
though she couldn't turn to see who it was approaching her.  Patricia 
knew she was in his lab though, and lamented that fact.  Some of his 
equipment was very loud, and for that reason he had extensively sound 
proofed his entire basement.  No one would hear her yell for help, even 
if she felt like trying.

"Hello, Patricia, how are you this morning?" Tom asked.  He walked up 
to her with an almost business like tone.  This wasn't what Patricia 
expected at all.  Tom had always been a nice guy, too nice of a guy 
really, and this wasn't like him at all.  

"Just great, Tom.  I'm naked and strapped to a bed, just what every 
girl dreams about." Patricia snapped back.  She wasn't about to show 
weakness at a time like this.  Perhaps she could even work up enough 
fear in him to let her go before he did anything more to her.

"Not completely naked, I left you glasses on.  I like the look." Tom 
pulled a small tray over to the bed and picked up a rather large 
syringe.  "I don't suppose anyone's ever told you that you look angelic 
when you're sleeping.  I do have to wonder what kind of dreams would 
make you smile so widely though."

The thought that someone had watch her sleeping, and that she'd let her 
guard down both combined to give Patricia a feeling of vulnerability 
that surpassed her physical predicament.  She had long since given up 
worrying about being ogled, her soul, however, was her own domain, and 
not something for others to casually explore.  

"Tom, If you don't let me up right now, I'm going to make sure you 
won't live to see next week." Patricia barked.  Anger was the way, it 
always had been, and Tom was so pliable.  He might have been able to 
strap me down while I was asleep but he would never be able to actually 
keep his wits while I barked at him, Patricia thought.  It wouldn't be 
hard to get him to see the error of his ways.  She'd still have to make 
him pay for this, but just getting free was a good goal for the moment.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this scared before, Patricia.  I'm 
sorry but you did agree to help me with my experiment." Tom said as he 
filled the syringe from a large beaker.  

"I didn't agree to any of this!  Now let me go, Tom." Patricia sniped 
back.  She was feeling a twinge of worry.  Tom had never been this 
determined before.  Patricia didn't want to admit it, but he seemed 
adamant on doing what ever it was he had planned.  That filled her with 
a new concern, just what was in that syringe he was preparing.

"Well, I did think our arrangement was rather open ended, but no 
matter.  You're here and I'm here and everything's ready.  It would be 
such a terrible shame to stop now." Tom felt kind of melodramatic with 
his mad scientist routine, but it was kind of fun playing with Patricia 
after all this time.  The most enjoyable part was the flickers of 
honest emotion that ran through her eyes.  Patricia always liked to be 
in control, and this was about as far from that as she could get.  

Patricia bit her lip to keep from saying something she'd regret as Tom 
tied a strap around her arm and started probing for a vein.  This 
wasn't something she'd ever prepared herself to endure, and it wasn't 
easy to maintain control as she felt the cold metal tip of the syringe 
touch her skin.

"Just what are do you think you're going to do to me?" Patricia 
snapped, doing her best to keep Tom from being able to stick her with 
the needle, but her arm had been strapped down too well to allow her 
much room to maneuver.

"Well, I think it'll be more fun for you to discover that on your own.  
Certainly better for my research too.  Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt 
much if my earlier tests are any indication." Tom replied as he stabbed 
into Patricia's arm.  Patricia couldn't stifle a whelp at the burning 
pain that ran through her veins as Tom emptied the syringe into her.

"Don't worry now, you'll take a nice nap and we'll be ready for the 
next stage." Tom said smoothly, taking the opportunity to fondle one of 
Patricia's ripe breasts.  She whimpered a bit, still in shock from the 
injection.  Already she could feel herself drifting asleep again.  
Patricia tried to fight it, but her eyes kept getting heavier until 
finally she drifted off.

***


Patricia awoke some time later, curled up in a ball on a small bed of 
pillows.  She felt groggy again, and her body was tingling all over.  
Patricia quickly noticed that she was still naked, but was very happy 
not to still be tied down.  She sat up and looked around.  She was in a 
moderate sized room that was fairly empty.  Aside from the bed of 
pillows, the floor was covered in a soft looking carpet.  A small round 
edged table was bolted to the wall and a television sat behind a glass 
opening in the far wall.  The walls on two sides each featured large 
windows that gave an unobstructed view of the entire room, and the 
other wall had a mirror across it's entire length.  The final touch was 
a small sink and toilet over in the corner by the television.  There 
wasn't the least bit of privacy for either and Patricia just felt 
nauseous thinking about using the toilet like that.

Patricia considered for a moment a way to hide her nudity, but quickly 
considered that she would look far more pathetic trying to use the 
pillows than not.  Patricia knew there wasn't much point anyway, Tom 
had likely fondled everything he'd wanted to already.  She shuddered at 
the thought, but she wasn't the least bit surprised.  Men were pigs, 
even ones who seemed as nice as Tom had before all this.  

With covering up basically impossible, Patricia got up and walked over 
to the door.  It was locked naturally, but she knew she had to try the 
easy way first.  With that resolved, Patricia picked up a pillow and 
proceeded to punch the window as hard as she could.  The weird wobbling 
sound she heard told Patricia that the windows were all plexi glass, 
and that left her without any easy way out.  She went back over to the 
pillows and sat down, doing her best to cover up her nudity and wait 
for whatever Tom had planned next.

"Hello, Patricia.  Feeling better now?  I'm sorry I can't let you out 
but for now you'll just have to suffer.  Feel free to watch whatever 
you want on TV, there's a control right under it." Tom greeted, walking 
down with a tray of food.  He slid the tray through a hole in the door.  
"I'm sorry I can't give you any utensils, but I'm sure you'll be okay, 
it's all designed to eat easily without them."

"Tom, what do you think you're doing?  What kind of experiment is this 
anyway?" Patricia asked coldly, not making any move for the food.

"I said I didn't want to spoil the surprise, and I won't.  If you need 
anything just yell and I'll come over." Tom finished and walked away.  
It would be at least another day before any noticeable effects of the 
treatment happened and till then there wasn't anything he could really 
do.  Certainly he enjoyed Patricia's nudity, but the deep scowl on her 
face was a ready turn off.  He'd come back after she'd fallen asleep 
again and then watch her.  She was far more pleasant then.

Patricia just followed his retreating form with her eyes and then sat 
still again for a while.  Finally her own hunger overcame her 
reluctance and she went over and gobbled down the meal Tom had brought.  
She quickly retreated back to her pillows and just waited.  She didn't 
know what was going on, and it worried her.  Not only was she trapped 
and naked, but her entire body was still tingling in such a strange way 
that she couldn't even hold her thoughts straight.  There wasn't 
anything she could do though, and she knew it, all that was left was to 
just sit and wait.

Her sitting had turned to a nap and then a long sleep before she knew 
it.  She awoke the next day, or what she assumed was the next day, with 
an even stranger feeling.  Patricia looked down at her body and gasped 
in surprise, her entire body was covered in short brown fur.  She ran 
her hand over her skin and just shivered in odd delight at the touch 
and the downy feel of her fur covered body.  The only exceptions seemed 
to be a patch of light gray fur over her belly and breasts and her 
head, which was fully normal from the neck up.  

Patricia stood up and looked in the mirror.  If it wasn't for her own 
two eyes, she would never have believed this was happening.  Even more 
unnerving was the fact that she couldn't keep from rubbing her hands 
over her body, and gasping at the wonderful sensations her fingers 
coaxed out of her flesh.  

"Enjoying yourself, Patricia?  You do look fabulous." Tom smiled, 
looking in at her from the window.  

"Get bent." Patricia snapped back, though her hands didn't stop their 
explorations for a moment.  She was a bit unnerved by that, but even 
more from the thought that popped up in her head as she saw Tom.  A 
part of her actually wanted him to come in and pet her!  Patricia just 
shuddered again, both in revulsion and attraction to the unwelcome 
thought.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it in time.  I do find it fascinating 
to watch at this stage though." Tom commented.  He had noticed both a 
slight blush on Patricia's cheeks and a shudder from her body.  
Undoubtedly, the treatment was going as planned, enhancing her senses 
and dampening her resistance.  Tom wondered just how long she could 
hold out.  He figured Patricia would last through nearly the entire 
process, she was both reserved and strong willed.  Still, strange 
circumstances could do anything to a person's mind, and there was no 
way to tell for sure what would happen.

With every ounce of strength she had, Patricia stopped caressing 
herself and turned around to face Tom directly.  Just as soon as she 
looked at him, she felt another flush run through her.  She could feel 
herself getting aroused just being this close to a man.  She did her 
best to stand firm while Patricia questioned her own sanity and self 
control.  Just what has he done to me? Patricia asked herself.

"Am I supposed to be some little sex toy for you or something, Tom?" 
Patricia sniped, crossing her arms over her very sensitive nipples.  
She had to fight off a delighted moan from the unexpected pleasure she 
received from rubbing over them with her arms.

"May be, why do you ask?" Tom prompted.  He could see in her reaction 
just how she was feeling, but he certainly didn't expect her to admit 
to it yet.  Patricia wouldn't give up control easily, and that promised 
a good show.

"Bastard." Was all Patricia could say in reply.  She quickly turned 
away from him an closed her eyes when she felt a sudden wistful thought 
of how good it would feel to have his cock inside her.  She bit down 
and concentrated, this wasn't her thought and she had to keep it out of 
her mind.  That had to be it, she was going to be some weird sex toy 
for him, Patricia thought.  The idea filled her with dread, but also a 
faint hunger.  She fought to maintain her composure rather than just 
sink into a whimpering ball.  She wouldn't give him that pleasure.

After another bit of watching Tom left.  He came back a few more times, 
and they traded barbs as he left more food for Patricia.  When he 
wasn't around, Patricia took the time to examine herself.  The fur she 
was growing was just wonderfully soft, and it felt wonderful running 
her hands over her body.  Her thoughts seemed under control again too, 
and she did her best not to think about Tom.  Any time she did, she 
found herself thinking about increasingly indecent things she could do 
with him, and the almost anxious need she felt about the thoughts 
scared her as much as they excited her.  Patricia knew he'd done 
something terrible to her, and trembled at the thought that she was 
slowly coming to accept it.  In the end she went back to sleeping, not 
feeling like watching TV or doing anything else for the moment.

Waking up for her third day was another unwelcome experience for 
Patricia.  The worst thing was that she felt wonderful, and she knew it 
was all because of what had been done to her.  She noticed with 
pleasure that her coat was coming in nicely, and her body was still 
wonderfully sensitive.  There were a few more additions besides that.  
Her ears had changed, becoming more cat like, and were pointing out of 
her still long black mane.  Her hands and feet had changed as well.  
They were stubbier, rounder and her thumbs had drifted into her 
fingers.  She realized that they were becoming paws, and looked at them 
in wonder.  The final addition was the one she liked the best, a nice 
fluffy long tail that fluttered behind her.  Patricia looked at herself 
in the mirror after her immediate examination and just smiled at the 
reflection, not even wanting to suppress the pride at how wonderful she 
looked.

Patricia spent a good while just concentrating on her tail as it 
flicked behind her.  She found that it did seem to have a mind of its 
own, though she could feel it and control it a little.  She strolled 
around the room and watched it snake behind her seductively as she 
walked.  Patricia enjoyed her reflection for a moment before she really 
thought about it and cursed herself.  She'd been walking like some kind 
of horny slut.  She tried to walk again normally, but it didn't feel 
natural, certainly not like it should have.  Strutting along with a 
nice pump and grind felt perfect though, especially with the tail 
whipping across her ass.  She cursed this change as well, but only 
half-heartedly, it felt too good to fully hate.

She turned around when she heard clapping and found herself looking 
wantonly at Tom.  Patricia had never felt so suddenly aroused in all 
her life as she did when her eyes landed on him, and she found herself 
suddenly thinking about how she could best coax him in so they could 
play.  

/What am I thinking?/ Patricia chastised herself and tried to stamp out 
the thought.  It wasn't quite that easy now though.  She even felt a 
twinge of guilt at trying and couldn't suppress the notion that it was 
a shame to let her pussy go empty.  Patricia whimpered at the flurry of 
strange thoughts running through her mind.  Every one she stamped out 
seemed to leave behind two more, and she was quickly running out of 
energy or the desire to fight it.  Rationally, she knew they were all 
the result of Tom's treatment, but they seemed so natural and proper 
that it was hard for her to keep the will to fight off the feelings.

/He is making me into some kind of sex toy!/ Patricia winced before her 
own mind added the next thought.  /It'll be fun too!/

"You look wonderful today, Patricia." Tom complimented the squirming 
cat woman standing on the other side of the glass.  He could see her 
inner torment, the battle between his programming and her own thoughts.  
The sight of her erect nipples and glistening slit told him which side 
was winning for the moment.  Tom knew it would be a tough process, but 
she'd find a balance, and he expected it to be quite an enjoyable one.

"Oh, thanks, Tom." Patricia beamed for a moment, unable to resist a 
compliment.  She knew she looked like one sexy little kitty, and was 
almost proud of it.  It took a second for her to realize what she'd 
done and snap back at him.  "What have you done to me you bastard?"

"Just a few slight improvements.  I've always had a thing for fur and 
tails, and I wanted to be sure I could enjoy it." Tom answered.  He 
wanted desperately to go in and play with her right then, but the 
programming hadn't taken complete hold yet.  Patricia was always 
dangerous when she wanted to be, and right now he knew she would be a 
demon if she gained enough control.  One more day and she'd be ready, 
and then they could have a nice little romp.

"So you had to turn me into some sex crazed cat woman?  What kind of a 
sick pervert are you?" Patricia sniped back, fighting off the feeling 
of honor she felt at being made to please Tom.  The feeling of her tail 
wagging fiercely behind her distracted her though, keeping her off 
balance.  She even found herself pressing out her breasts and giving 
him a slight profile before she pulled herself together again.  The 
final insult was the growing heat from her pussy, and Patricia knew she 
was getting herself nice and wet on the odd chance Tom wanted to play 
with her.  No amount of concentration seemed to stifle it, much to 
Patricia's dismay.

"One that I'm sure you'll enjoy very much, Patricia." Tom smiled.  Her 
reactions were perfect, and he knew she couldn't last much longer.
A new series of perversions ran through Patricia's head as she 
considered just how much she could enjoy a pervert like Tom.  She 
shuddered and moaned as she squeezed her perky breasts openly, wishing 
they were Tom's hands.  A moment later she whelped and turned away, 
forgetting the full mirror on the wall for a moment.  It was all so 
crazy, she felt this burning need, both to please and to be used.  
Patricia couldn't help herself, her body felt so good, and these 
perverted thoughts seemed so right that it was hard to muster a 
defense.  

"Please, Tom, let me go.  I won't tell anybody about this." Patricia 
whined.  It had taken all her strength to do it.  Not only was it 
showing weakness, but it was asking for something from Tom.  It was her 
job to please Tom, not the other way around, at least that's what her 
new feelings told her.  She fought that notion down, but Patricia knew 
it was only under control, not gone, at least for now.

"Well, I haven't worked out a reversal procedure yet, so I don't think 
you'll have much luck fitting in right now.  Besides, I don't think it 
would be very good to see you raping some poor man on the evening news 
in a day or two.  You'll be much better here, under my care." Tom 
replied.  He'd almost expected her to break down sooner, and was 
pleasantly surprised she'd fought this long.  There was still a long 
way to go, he knew, but she was already well down the path.

That filled her with dread.  Another day like the last two and she'd 
just be a simpering little sex toy, Patricia thought.  Even now she 
couldn't deny that the idea sounded tempting, even though she knew how 
artificial the feeling was.  With the last of her strength, she 
strutted over the pile of pillows and sat down, carefully positioning 
herself so that all he had a view of was her back and her new tail.  
Patricia couldn't bear to look at him anymore, she hated him, and at 
the same time wanted to ravish him.  It was almost more than she could 
take, and ignoring him was the only thing she could think of that could 
help for the moment.

Tom just watched the tail in fascination, wondering just how much 
control she had over it.  It looked delicious too, waving across her 
plump little ass.  He hoped she enjoyed it as much as he'd programmed 
her too.  Soon, her resistance would crack and they would both get to 
enjoy the new Patricia.

Patricia sat there for a long time, not even wanting to risk turning 
around to see if Tom was still there.  The inner turmoil only seemed to 
grow more intense, not less, the more she tried to fight down the alien 
thoughts that were consuming her.  The thoughts Patricia knew where her 
own seemed all the more alien every moment, usurped by the thoughts Tom 
had obviously planted in her mind.  She knew she was rapidly becoming 
his toy, his pet, and every moment made that idea not just tolerable, 
but desirable.  Patricia could hardly think about any of what was 
happening without her thoughts turning to Tom.  From there all she 
could think of was how much fun they could have playing together.  

Keeping her hands still was another chore for Patricia.  The storm in 
her mind was amplified by the near overwhelming arousal seeping through 
her entire body.  She knew just how good it felt to fondle herself, and 
this new body seemed even more wonderfully sensitive than her old flesh 
had been.  Patricia fought down the urge to fully explore her new fur 
covered form, afraid that she would quickly descend into a frenzy of 
self love that would further break down her already weak defenses.  
That didn't change the call from her steaming pussy or lust hardened 
nipples, they wanted to be caressed, fondled and rubbed, and they 
didn't care about such things as modesty.  Patricia didn't know how 
long she could hold out, but she tried her best not to give in any 
sooner than she had too.  Rationally, she didn't know what it could 
gain her, but surrendering to Tom's perverted fantasy hardly seemed a 
desirable end to this either.

***


Eventually Patricia drifted off to sleep again, somewhat worried about 
what changes she would wake up to, but her eyelids finally won their 
battle and she fell into a deep and restful sleep.  She was exhausted 
mentally and physically from the steady state of arousal and her 
resistance to her implanted thoughts.  In the end, she slept for half a 
day, curled up into a little ball of fur with her tail comfortably 
resting over her nose to keep it warm.

Patricia awoke on her back with a cry of ecstasy crossing her lips.  
Her legs were spread widely with one of her paws vigorously rubbing her 
pussy while her other paw massaged a tit.  She had been having the most 
wonderful dream about being ravished by Tom, and she pulled back to the 
waking world with a wonderful orgasm.  She could feel her tail swishing 
across the pillows, echoing her own excitement.  It felt so naturally 
wonderful, and only wished it hadn't been a dream.

No sooner had the fog of her release began to lift than Patricia sat up 
in shock.  She could barely believe what she'd just done, and was only 
glad that Tom hadn't been there watching.  Still, she had to struggle 
to pull her paws away from her most tender areas, it was just so 
wonderful a feeling.  Her next shock was just how completely her hands 
had become paws.  They looked like perfectly scaled cat's paws, with 
the notable exception of not having claws.  Still, their pads were 
sensitive like fingers and she felt like they were far more 
controllable than Patricia would have thought.  The next change she 
noticed were her breasts, not only were they far more sensitive, they 
seemed to have filled out some and were topped by lovely puffy nipples 
that just cried out to be sucked on.  Patricia just shuddered warmly at 
the thought of Tom wrapping his lips around them and sucking.  Finally, 
Patricia turned her attention to her pussy.  She spread her legs and 
looked down in amazement at the pussy staring back.  It was no longer 
just a hair covered little slit she was used too.  Her fur conveniently 
ended at the edges of her mound, and her pussy was now a pair of fleshy 
pink lips that seemed to cry out that she was in heat.  Patricia sent 
one of her paws to touch herself again and gasped as she ran over the 
tender lips.  Her outer lips felt wonderfully smooth and inviting, and 
her exploration sent sparks of pleasure as they ran over her welcoming 
gates.  Her entire pussy seemed as sensitive as her clit had been 
before, and when her paw trailed over her clit, Patricia cried out with 
an unexpected orgasm.  

Patricia fell back and panted as the pleasure ran through her.  Her own 
thoughts returned again as her release cleared her mind.  There was no 
doubt now that her body had been changed for sexual pleasure and she 
felt an honest smile cross her lips at the thought.  The objection came 
a moment later, but it was more expected than honest.  Patricia knew 
this was all Tom's doing, but the thought of resisting the changes was 
nearly as foreign an idea to her now as becoming Tom's pussy cat was 
only a few days before.  Her mind still rattled with the struggle, but 
it was more a fighting of propriety versus reality.  She was Tom's 
sexual pet now, just like he'd wanted, Patricia knew this wasn't right, 
that she shouldn't want it but that didn't matter now.  She realized 
that she'd accepted her fate the day before, as she sat fighting back 
the ocean.  She knew it was only time before she'd be overwhelmed, and 
now it had happened.  A rational element was still angry about what had 
been done to her, but the rest of her being loved it just like she was 
supposed to.  All that was left was for Tom to come in and claim her 
and Patricia found herself bubbling with anticipation.

Tom looked in at the smiling cat woman with his own grin.  This was it, 
she wasn't fighting anymore he observed as she openly moaned and gasped 
from self-exploration.  This was the moment he'd been waiting for.  
"Hello, Patricia, you look happy this morning."

"Oh, Hi Tom!  I feel great!" Patricia beamed, filled with a sudden joy 
at having gained her owner's attention.  She quailed a bit at that 
thought, but stifled the resistance, she was his pet and thus he was 
her owner, just like it should be.  She turned around and gave him a 
friendly wave while showing off her breasts at the same time.  Her 
already hot pussy surged with more heat as she hoped he'd come and play 
with her.

"Why don't you come in so we can play with this new body of mine?  I've 
already been trying it out and it's wonderful!" Patricia invited not a 
sign of any doubt in her sweet smile.  She was facing Tom now and 
making no attempt to hide any of her curves from his wandering eyes.  
Her tail whipped playfully behind her, a final sign of her happy state.  
The feeble remains of her resistance rattled around in her head, trying 
to keep her from further enticing Tom, but passion was flowing through 
her veins leaving her unable to control herself.  Worst of all, 
Patricia knew that she wanted just what Tom had to offer.

"Are you sure?" Tom asked.  He had no real doubt as to her willingness, 
in truth he wanted to see just how she reacted to the question.  
Besides he was enjoying the view at the moment, and his already hard 
shaft would have plenty of fun soon enough.

"Of course!  How else could you try out my new pussy?" Patricia twisted 
around and fell back onto her plump rear with her legs spread, showing 
off her new pulpy pussy lips that were already sparkling with her 
juices.  She ran a paw over the sensitive lips and let out a satisfied 
rowrl as pleasure rippled through her.  "It's all hot and juicy too, 
and I bet you made me nice and tight so I can really give you a nice 
fuck, didn't you Tom?"

"Do you mind?" Tom asked as he crossed into Patricia's room.  The first 
thing he noticed was the thick smell of feminine musk filling the air.  
Patricia was radiating passion, and Tom felt his cock twitch in 
response.  There wasn't any doubt that her transformation was a 
success, all that was left was to enjoy the rewards of all his hard 
work.

"Not really, I know I should, but the thought of you just pounding into 
my pussy has me incredibly hot.  Isn't that what you wanted?" Patricia 
asked almost innocently while her paw continued a relaxed rubbing of 
her new mound.  The honesty felt refreshing to Patricia, she could 
remember all the things she'd hidden from people in the past, and it 
felt incredibly good to just tell Tom how she really felt.  

"Of course, I'm just glad that you don't mind." Tom replied, closing 
the door behind him.  

"Oh my, you smell nice!" Patricia moaned as Tom's scent wafted into her 
nose, interrupting her earlier thoughts.  She was momentarily surprised 
she even noticed, she'd never smelled a man this way before, and Tom 
did smell wonderfully aroused.  Stranger still was her reaction, 
Patricia was overwhelmed by the need to mate just at the smell of a 
willing male.  Her pussy churned and all thoughts of resistance flew 
from her mind.  She jumped up from her pillows with the grace of 
skilled gymnast and was leaning her fur-covered breasts into her 
owner's chest with only a few quick jumps.  She quickly ran her hands 
over his clothing, deciding which article to pull from him first.  "Now 
why don't we get you out of those stuffy old clothes so we can play?"

Tom didn't need to say anything, Patricia was stripping him before she 
even finished asking the question.  It wasn't like her owner was going 
to turn her down now, that wouldn't have made any sense to her if he 
rejected her now.  Patricia disrobed Tom quickly but with a sensuous 
flare, rubbing up against him and leaving lingering caresses as she 
pulled off his clothes.  In mere moments, she was the better dress of 
the two as she was still wearing her dark rimmed glasses.  

"This is much better!" Patricia mewed as she pressed her fur-covered 
body into Tom's naked flesh.  It wasn't long before she noticed his 
hard shaft pressing into her stomach.  She pulled back with a 
devilishly sweet smile and looked down at his swinging member.  
Patricia smiled again and descended until she was kneeling with Tom's 
cock right in front of her nose.  

"Oh, wow, you're so big!" Patricia gasped.  She had never been very 
sexually active, but Patricia thought she had a good impression of what 
a normal cock was like and Tom's surpassed anything she'd anticipated.  
Her pussy just quivered in anticipation of being stuffed with such a 
tool.  Patricia also felt a new curiosity strike her when she licked 
her lips hungrily, she wanted to know how he tasted.  Without a moments 
pause she bent forward and gave Tom's shaft a long lick from the base 
of his shaft to the top.  In that instant Patricia noticed two things.  
The first was how wonderful Tom tasted and the second was how much 
longer and more sensitive her tongue was.  Another feature for her 
owner no doubt, and Patricia was already looking forward to servicing 
Tom like this in the future.

Tom moaned at the wonderful feeling, pleased that not only did 
Patricia's tongue turn out perfectly but that she'd done it on her own.  
Still, Tom wasn't in the mood for a blowjob right now.  He'd spent the 
last several days looking in on her naked flesh as it transformed into 
the lovely creature kneeling before him and he wanted nothing more than 
to ravish her.  He also wanted to try out his new cock, a gift to 
himself after Patricia's transformation proved so wonderfully 
successful.  Tom hadn't been small before, but figured that more 
couldn't hurt, and Patricia was designed to take even more than he 
could offer now.

Tom reached down and grabbed onto her upper arms and pulled her up.  
Patricia frowned for a moment, unhappy that she wasn't licking him 
anymore, but then perked up as she looked into his smiling face.  She 
felt a new flush of arousal flow through her as Tom took a long look at 
her fur-covered flesh.  Patricia let her own eyes wander Tom's body and 
wondered how much longer he would wait to ravish her.

"You've turned out better than I could have dreamed!  Your fur is just 
perfect and you're every bit as beautiful as I knew you were." Tom 
beamed, letting his hands roam freely over Patricia's coat.  He smiled 
as she shuddered at his touch, gratified that even so cursory a caress 
could captivate her.

It didn't take much of this petting before Patricia closed her eyes and 
felt a strangely satisfying rumble inside.  It took her a moment to 
realize she was purring.  

"Oh, Tom, listen!  I'm purring!" Patricia gasped, placing a paw on her 
chest and taking in the amazing sensation.  She would never have 
believed it if she wasn't hearing it.  Tom's fingers continued to dance 
across her and she felt her purr become a roar inside her as she 
savored his touch.

"Of course you are, you're my little kitten, Patricia." Tom smiled.  It 
was amazing to watch and listen to the cat girl purring right there 
before him.  His cock was at full attention again, and he considered 
for a moment if it wasn't time to satisfy that desire.

It didn't take much for him to decide what to do.  He quickly pulled 
his purring kitten to him and lifted her up by her plump little ass.  
Patricia wrapped her arms around his neck and mewed as her breasts 
bounced against his chest.  Tom walked to the pile of pillows and set 
Patricia down and laid her on her back as he lay down beside her.

Patricia purred for another few moments before deciding to act.  She 
quickly straddled her owner and leaned forward, dangling her breasts 
right over his chest while her steaming pussy ran across his stomach.  
She reached down and scooped up his hands in her paws and cupped them 
over her breasts and yowling at the sudden pleasure.  "I just love 
these new tit's, Tom!  They're so sensitive I bet you can make me cum 
just by pinching my nipples!  They're so full too, I bet you just love 
watching them bounce!"

Tom just grinned in ascent and squeezed on the fur-covered orbs.  These 
were also everything he had hoped for, full, round, and firm as well as 
sensitive.  He took Patricia up on her challenge and firmly pinched 
each of her hardened nipples.  Patricia whelped and shuddered and Tom 
felt her pussy juices suddenly flood onto his stomach.  She was indeed 
very sensitive, just like he had planned.

"Oh, yes, that was wonderful!" Patricia sighed as she recovered from 
the rush of pleasure.  She silently wondered just how good fucking 
would be if just having her nipples pinched gave her such pleasure.  
The thought of fucking set off another yearning from her still empty 
pussy.  Patricia had never before wanted sex like she wanted it now.  
If Tom wanted a sex pet, he was going to have to learn how to care for 
it, and that would have to include plenty of good hard fucks.

Patricia let out a rowrl and grabbed onto Tom's shoulders.  With one 
smooth motion she rolled onto her back, and brought Tom along with her.  
She quickly spread her legs and presented her pussy, it was time to 
fuck.  

"Okay, Tom, quit teasing and fuck me!" Patricia coaxed as she ran her 
paws over Tom's naked back.  He was just smiling like a man who had 
found heaven, and Patricia did her best to get his attention back on 
her own empty channel.  The sense of anticipation was already welling 
up inside her, the sensitive new body she had was going to love this, 
Patricia knew, and she couldn't wait to find out how much.

Patricia cooed as she felt the tip of his cock nudging into her folds 
and fought to keep her hips still so he wouldn't miss his target.  Time 
seemed to slow to a crawl as she took in the sensation of her pussy 
lips being parted and Tom's huge cock slipping into her.  Patricia 
moaned into Tom's lips as he kissed her, letting herself be swept away 
by the sensation.  Tom thrust into her with one long smooth motion and 
Patricia could feel every bump and vein in his cock as it sank into 
her.  Finally, she felt his sack press between her legs and she knew he 
was fully inside her.  Patricia rippled her pussy in welcome to the 
invader, marveling at just how deeply filled and stuffed her pussy 
felt.  She could remember feeling tight in her past encounters, but 
this was wonderfully comfortable and it felt like she was filled all 
the way into her belly.

"How do you like it, Patricia?" Tom asked as he rested with his girth 
inside a woman for only the second time in his life.  He could tell she 
was awash in pleasure just from the way her furry body was quivering 
beneath him, and Tom especially enjoyed the thorough caress her pussy 
was giving his cock as he rested inside her.  Tom was glad he'd given 
himself greater control over his orgasms when he'd made the other 
changes or he'd have already came just from Patricia's welcoming hold.

"Oh, it's just wonderful, Tom, you are nice and big!  I feel so nice 
and full with you stretching me out!" Patricia purred.  She was already 
beginning to hump into him as she waited for Tom to begin fucking her.  
"Now, use that new cock of yours and fuck me good!"

Tom wasn't about to hesitate now, and quickly began plunging in and out 
of Patricia's steaming pussy.  He was relishing everything now, not 
just the wonderful feeling of her perfectly molded pussy, but the 
softness of her fur as they pumped into each other and the wonderful 
mix of feline and feminine sounds coming from her as they bucked 
against each other.  This was exactly what Tom had wanted when he began 
the project and Patricia had become the perfect sexual partner.

Patricia was enjoying her new form as well, savoring the wondrous 
sensation that each new plunge of Tom's cock brought.  She would never 
have guessed that sex could be like this, and she was completely 
enthralled by the sensations.  Not only was she being fucked but she 
was engulfed in Tom's presence, his scent filled the air and Patricia 
ran her paws over his flesh with lustful abandon.  It was more than she 
would ever have expected and Patricia could find nothing left inside 
her willing to resist.

It wasn't long that Patricia felt a new sensation boiling up inside 
her.  Every thrust of Tom's shaft seemed to add to her heat.  She had 
never felt something like this before, and Patricia fucked Tom back 
even harder as she felt the passion inside her grow even hotter.

"Oh, Tom, harder, fuck me harder!" Patricia cried out, doing her best 
to help him.  He obliged as best he could and Patricia felt herself 
nearly overwhelmed as his cock plunged even harder into her.  "God, 
Tom, oh, god, oh, oh oh, ooooaaaaoooh!"

Patricia felt her entire being explode with sudden passion.  Her body 
quaked and fire seemed to leap from her pussy to her nipples.  She was 
wondrously aware of how full her passage with Tom's shaft and how her 
nipples were playing across his chest, his every motion just adding 
sparks to the overwhelming pleasure she was engulfed in.  Patricia just 
let herself sail away and enjoy it while Tom continued to enjoy her 
flesh.

Tom resumed fucking her as she drifted back to only a highly aroused 
state.  Her eyes rolled back down and she smiled the cutest smile at 
Tom.

"Oh, Tom, that was wonderful!  Thank you!" Patricia purred as she 
realized she'd just been given her first orgasm.  She had never worked 
herself up to one before, and she could only imagine just how much her 
new form amplified the pleasure over anything she could have received 
before.  She squirmed under him for a moment, realizing that she still 
had Tom's wonderfully hard cock inside her and decided to see if she 
couldn't have more fun with him.

Tom bent down and kissed her, which Patricia returned passionately.  
She was already fucking him back again, instinctively knowing that she 
could coax more than a few more wonderful orgasms out of him before 
they were finished.  Tom was enjoying himself as well by reaching up 
and playing with Patricia's breasts.  She had certainly become exactly 
what he'd hoped, and he knew he'd have the whole afternoon to play with 
her.

***


Patricia drifted awake and then felt something strange and constraining 
all around her and she shot up.  I took her a moment to realize it was 
only a bedspread that had been covering her.  Not for the first time in 
recent days she felt strange, and she looked down at herself.  What she 
saw surprised her more than anything else, she was back in her own 
body.  She was completely naked and totally human again, right down to 
her badly manicured nails.  

Patricia shirked off the rest of the confining blanket and let this 
change sink in.  In truth, she wasn't sure if any of what she 
remembered had actually happened.  It was almost like a very real 
dream.  She'd had wet dreams before, but she had no idea where getting 
turned into Tom's fuck kitty had come from.  Patricia could smell her 
musk in the air, a testament to just how hot the dream had been.  May 
be she'd been wrong about Tom, Patricia thought, he could use a bit 
more feminine attention and if her dream was telling her anything, she 
was needing some male attention.

She recognized the room as one of Tom's guestrooms.  Patricia didn't 
know how she'd ended up here or why she had been sleeping in the nude.  
She did remember she'd came over to help Tom with one of his 
experiments, but could only bring up that bizarre dream when she tried 
to remember what happened after she'd arrived.  

Tom pushed open the door with his back and came in carrying a tray full 
of breakfast for Patricia.  

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" He laughed as he twirled around and took in 
Patricia's fully nude body lying onto of the bed.  

"Excuse me!" Tom yelped and turned back around, having to fight down a 
smile at what he'd just seen.  There wasn't any doubt that Patricia was 
one lovely woman.

Patricia smiled at Tom's overt shyness and then surprised herself by 
not instinctively reaching for her sheets.  In fact, she didn't even 
feel any need to cover herself.  She was a lovely young woman, and any 
man would love to see every inch of that beauty.  Besides, Tom was her 
friend and if she couldn't be open with him who could she be?

"That's okay, Tom, you can turn around." Patricia giggled, not sure if 
it was because of Tom's shyness or the fact that she was about to give 
him a free peak when he turned around again.  She watched him intently 
as he twisted back around and smiled as she saw his wide eyes taking in 
her naked body again.

"Are you okay, Patricia?  Don't you feel a little exposed?" Tom asked, 
doing his best to keep his excitement from overwhelming him.

"I'm fine, Tom, don't you like what you see?" Patricia threw her head 
back and lifted one of her knees in a classic pinup pose for him.  She 
could hardly believe she was doing this, but it felt so natural, just 
like her submission in the dream.

"You're beautiful, Patricia, and you're sure you don't mind being 
naked?" Tom probed again.

"I know it's different, but it's kind of fun, and I bet you're enjoying 
it too." Patricia giggled, looked down at the outline of his member in 
the crotch of his pants.  She felt herself warm a bit at the thought 
that she was turning him on.  That was strange too, Patricia thought, 
she was acting so weird right now, and her thoughts turned back to 
Tom's experiment.

"It wasn't a dream was it?" Patricia asked, not feeling upset, but 
wanting to be sure.  Somehow it just wasn't possible for her to summon 
up any anger towards Tom, and she didn't really mind how she was 
behaving.  All Patricia wanted was to know the truth.

"What dream, Patricia?" Tom asked, not wanting to give anything away to 
her.  He also wanted to here her version of the experience so he could 
judge how to react.

"The one where you turn me into a nympho cat girl and we fuck away 
until we were to tired to move.  It really happened didn't it?" 
Patricia asked.  Her eyes locked on Tom's, waiting for him to lie to 
her.

"Yeah, it happened, that was my experiment.  I hope you aren't mad 
about it." Tom replied, setting the tray of food down beside her.  
Patricia was certainly acting mellow so far and he felt it was a safe 
risk.  He hadn't known how long it would take the whole process to 
reverse, or if it would entirely.  

Patricia was a bit surprised that he admitted it so freely.  She 
thought about her feelings as well, she knew she should be mad.  Tom 
had obviously used her, turned her into a fuck toy for his own 
pleasure, though she had to admit she'd enjoyed it too.  Still, she 
couldn't summon up any anger, just like her sudden lack of modesty.  "I 
should be, Tom, but I suppose your little experiment still has me as 
your docile little pet, even if I don't have that beautiful fur coat."

"All the direct effects of the experiment should wear off in the next 
couple of days.  You'll be fine." Tom replied, surprised by her 
apparent fondness for her temporary form.

"I don't know I feel pretty normal now, Tom." Patricia stated.  She 
knew she wasn't acting like herself, but she didn't feel weird about 
it.  In fact being so close to Tom had her fondly remembering the time 
they'd spent together in his little observation room.

"Well, lets see how you feel in a could of days, then we'll see." Tom 
replied.  

"Alright, I don't have anything better to be doing anyway." Patricia 
smiled.  "Do you still have the nice big shlong of yours?"

Tom simply nodded in surprise at her question.  He wondered for a 
moment if she meant what he wanted her to.

"Great, and since I know you're a sexist pig, I know you won't mind if 
we spend these next couple of days in bed then, will you?" Patricia 
giggled, pulling Tom to her and rubbing her nose to his.  He'd been a 
very good partner in his lab room, and she hoped he wasn't about to get 
shy now.  She knew this was still very out of character for her, but it 
didn't bother her.  Patricia was far more interested in the good 
fucking she was about to coax out of Tom.  "Just think of this as 
extended research for your little experiment."

Tom wrapped his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss.  He 
couldn't have guessed this reaction from her but as Patricia rapidly 
disrobed him, he wasn't about to turn her down.

***


It was three days later before they emerged from the bedroom for more 
than visiting the refrigerator or bathroom.  Tom was nearly worn out, 
not that he regretted a single moment with Patricia.  She was still 
quite the little tiger in bed and they had plenty of fun proving it.  

Now they were sitting on the couch in Tom's living room, Tom in a robe 
and Patricia still naked.  

"I have to love that stamina of yours, Tom." Patricia sighed wistfully.  
He didn't go down unless he wanted to, and since she'd been willing, 
she could swear he stayed hard for almost the entire three days they'd 
been in bed.  Patricia had loved every moment and was very pleased with 
herself for prompting their little party.

"And you were a little tiger in there, Patricia!" Tom smiled at the 
slight blush that rolled across her.  It amazed me that after all this 
she could still be embarrassed.  "What's there to be blushing about?"

Patricia smiled shyly, a sight that Tom would have never believed only 
a week ago, and she looked so lovely that he could barely control 
myself.  

"I liked it." She whispered.

"What, the last three days?  I know it was great!" Tom reveled in the 
wonder that they'd shared in just those few days.  

"No, silly, I liked being your little kitten." Patricia whispered 
again, her voice quaking with obvious embarrassment.  That time in his 
lab had been the most freeing, wonderful experience of her entire life.  
She had tried to reassert her old notions of propriety since returning 
to her old body, but she couldn't forget how wonderful it had been.  
The old Patricia could never have something like that, and she knew if 
she followed her old path, she would never know such joy again.  Beyond 
anything else, she couldn't bare the thought of going the rest of her 
life without that kind of pleasure or intimacy.

"You mean the experiment?  Really?" Tom asked.  He was shocked Patricia 
would say something like that.  He'd been waiting these last few days 
for the old Patricia to reassert herself and soundly beat him up for 
what he had done.  To have her say something like this now was just 
unbelievable.

"Yeah, I know I should be upset about it, and we both know you 
shouldn't have done it, but I've never felt so alive, Tom.  Do you 
think I could do it again?" Patricia asked, a strangely desperate hope 
lacing her every word.  

"Sure, if you really want to, I still have all the supplies.  I can't 
believe you want to do it again." Tom replied.  This was too good to be 
true, he thought, he might actually get his own cat girl after all.  
Certainly, he'd know he could have just kept Patricia in her cat form, 
and she wouldn't have objected, but as much as he wanted to indulge his 
fantasies and prove his theories, he knew he had to return her to 
normal.  To have her ask to change back was beyond any expectation he 
had, and Tom wasn't about to turn her down.

"That's great.  So, how about we get dressed up and go to a nice dinner 
to celebrate, then we can come back and make me into your perfect pet 
again, sound good?" Patricia smiled running her hands over her sides.

"Perfect." Tom answered, more than ready to get moving.

"I can't wait to have fur again." Patricia sighed and rolled off the 
couch and stood up with her legs spread.  "How about one more quickie 
before we go?"

Tom stood up and pulled open his robe without another word.  The 
thought that she would soon be his perfect little kitten again filled 
him with renewed vigor.  He stepped up behind Patricia and sank his 
shaft into her with a mutual grunt of satisfaction.  This certainly had 
been more than he could have ever expected from her, and he let his 
thoughts drift towards the future as he fucked his new pet with 
wonderfully full strokes.  Life was good, and for Tom, he knew it was 
only getting better.

The End

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