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Irvin wasn't quite sure where he was. Well, that wasn't entirely true; he could quite clearly see he was at a party at a bright, big house filled with all sorts of dancing, drinking, and cavorting humanoid animals, but this only made current events that much more confusing. Firstly, the house shouldn't be too well lit or large because it should've been his house. After all, he had pulled up into his drive way a few minutes ago, stepped out of his car, and walked glumly towards his small flat with his hands in his pockets whilst thinking mellow thoughts. When he had reached the door and began to search in his pockets for his keys, the door had suddenly sprung open and he had been pulled in by a fuzzy arm. Before he knew it here he stood in a huge house that wasn't his, an abode filled with literal party animals.

It was all so nonsensical and it was for this reason that all he could do was stand there in gawk. He stared at a strange couple consisting of a snake and mongoose danced happily together before his eyes trailed past them and fell upon the roast pig in the middle of one of the many tables that held veritable feasts. Why was there a cooked animal when there were supposed herbivores amongst the partygoers? It didn't quite make sense. Then again, none of this did.

"Er, um," Irvin mumbled, prodding at a looming figure whose back was turned to him. "Excuse me, I--"

The hippo humanoid looked back in annoyance and snorted. He shrugged his shoulders and returned to his conversation with the crocodile across from him.

"Oh," Irvin said. He raised his hand to poke the hippo again and was interrupted as a padded paw gripped at his wrist. He looked to his side and saw a gray cat slyly smiling at him. The feline was well dressed, his black tux and shined shoes a stark contrast to Irvin's casual cargo shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops.

"My, my," the cat purred. "You are being silly."

"Huh?"

"First, coming late," the cat continued, looking over Irvin with his emerald eyes that nearly glowed. He shook his head, whiskers twitching. "Coming late dressed like that, what's worse. And now you're bothering the guests!"

"I--" Irvin began, but any further words were lost as the cat quite literally reached out and caught his tongue between two claws.

"No." The cat tilted his head. "There is no excuse. Come with me."

Irvin quickly found out that this was more of an order than a request as the cat relinquished his tongue and instead tugged at his arm, pulling the man into the party with a strength that belied the thin feline's form.

"Hey," Irvin mumbled. "What are you--"

"Quiet," the cat hissed. "You've caused enough problems as is."

For some reason or the other, Irvin went silent. Whether it was because the cat scared him with its calm but commanding demeanor or whether it was due to his frazzled mind, the man couldn't be sure. Either way, he was silent as he was led through the party, up a flight of stairs, and into a hallway with many doors and a few partygoers admiring works of arts placed throughout the hall. The cat led Irvin halfway down the hall before stopping in front of a door that looked no different than the others. The cat opened the door with his free hand and pulled Irvin forward. He let go of the man while at the same time pushing him with such force that Irvin stumbled into the room with little control, only coming to a stop as he careened into the bed and fell upon its soft surface. Free from the feline, Irvin rolled onto his back and sat up. He opened his mouth to speak and only managed a yelp as the humanoid cat rushed forward and reached for his...

Feet? Irvin looked down and blinked as the cat slipped the flip flops off the man's feet. This accomplished, the cat silently drew back and stared expressionless at the footwear.

"Another mistake," the cat said, shaking his head. He looked to Irvin. "You should have left them at the door. The guests expect better."

"I--what?"

The cat shook his head and turned his back to the man. The feline looked over his shoulder at Irvin, his tail swaying thoughtfully.

"I will return soon," he said. "I expect you to be proper by then."

Irvin blinked in confusion, the closing of his eyes lasting long enough for the cat to vanish from the room and close the door behind him. The man stood from the bed, his bare feet touching the crimson carpet while he walked towards the door in a daze. As he placed his hand upon the handle, there was a click.

"What the--" He turned the handle and the door was locked. The cat had locked him in!

Shaking his head, Irvin turned towards the bed. What was going on? Still nothing made any sense. Here he was alone in a room that contained a bed, a dresser, and a small window, alone while there was a party going on all throughout the house, a house that should have been his but was somehow something else entirely, an authentic mansion when it should be small and lonely and--

Something twitched in the top drawer of the dresser. Irvin tilted his head and waited, wondering if perhaps he was seeing things. There was no doubt in his mind that he was already seeing things but he was sure he was alone in here unless...

The top drawer came open and two things silently slithered out. Irvin stared at them as they fell onto the ground, them being a pair of striped socks that were eerily long. He remained motionless while they moved somehow, slithering closer and closer. When their impossible movements registered in his mind, he yelped and stepped back and got nowhere, for his back was already at the door. With nowhere else to go, he ran towards them, hoping he might leapt over them and onto the bed. However, as he moved, so did they lurch forward at him, the top of the socks opening and closing as if they were mouths.

In a matter of an instant they came upon the front of his bare feet, tickling at his toes as they latched on. Irvin yelped and bent over, grasping at the sock even as they undulated and pulled themselves higher so that his ankles were covered. He reached for the top of one sock and pulled his hand back when pulled up higher still, nearly catching a few fingers in the process. Desperately he flailed his feet about, hoping that he might kick the intruders off his legs but they only seemed to move faster up still.

Strangely, as the sock crawled higher up and higher up past his calves and nearly up to his knees, Irvin felt his panic wane. The socks' caress was soft and gentle. Why was he alarmed? How could they harmed him? They were just socks doing what socks did and that was being worn. It was a more intrusive manner than usual, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt good. Relieved, Irvin sat back onto the bed. The socks belonged on him, just like the patches of white fur that preceded the socks' climb upward.

Irvin suddenly stood and shook his addled head. He looked down and watched as the socks pulled snugly over his knees and up his thighs, covering up the definitely-not-usual fur as they pulled up under his cargo shorts. He blinked and stared at his legs and noticed something was off. They were thinner than usual, slimmer, and warmer too...

His panic renewed, Irvin unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down just in time to see the socks finish their ascent just below this underwear. What didn't stop, however, was the growth of white fur with intermittent patches of brown and orange. Irvin shivered as the fur crawled up to his boxers and to his crotch. Without thinking, Irvin reached down and pulled at the socks to partially reveal what they covered. He gaped as he saw the calico fur pattern and his mouth continued to hang open as his gaze lowered to his feet. He swallowed dryly and shivered as he examined his feet.

Beneath the socks, his feet were changing. They shrank slightly and there were a few uncomfortable pops and snaps as their configuration lifted so that his heels were lifted and his stance depended on his toes. Toes--his toes too shifted, five becoming four while pads grew beneath them and claws out of their tips, claws that he could poking against the socks that were too durable to be torn by such protrusions.

Irvin let the top of the socks snap into the place once he felt the fur start to cover his crotch. It felt nice, but it was still unwelcome change. He tugged at his underwear and meant to peek inside, until he caught sight of his hands. With a gasp, he withdrew his hands and held them up to his face. Like his feet, his hands were changing. Unlike his feet, they were uncovered and so he could see all that was happening.

Wordlessly the man watched as his fingers shrank while fur began to grow from the center of his palms. It quickly spread, covering his hands in a matter of seconds as his fingers diminished so that they formed a slightly circular shape when pressed together. He flexed his fingers and blinked as white claws pressed from their tips and pads grew upon the palm and under each digit. It only took him a moment to realize what sort of hands he had now--paws, feline paws.

Irvin mewled in distress and then clapped his paws to his mouth as he realized what he had just done. At that same moment, his ears wiggled. He hardly had time focus on the strange sensation of them traversing upwards before his hips ached and cracked. He shuffled uncomfortably and felt something drop down to his altered feet. He tilted his head downwards and saw his underwear pooled at his garbed feet. Lifting his gaze slightly, he saw that he was now nearly naked from the waist down and what he saw was almost unrecognizable. What of his slender, feline legs wasn't clothed by the socks was covered by tortoiseshell patterned fur, including his thickened thighs and widened hips. The only part of him he could see as his own was his human manhood that seemed out of place amongst all the fur, a characteristic that would not remain for long.

Irvin squealed as his genitals suddenly pulled in. His paws shot to his crotch and grasped at his manhood. Although he wasn't quite sure what was going on, it felt wrong and yet...right? There was some sense of his relief as his masculinity dwindled, shaft shrinking and testicles pulling uncomfortably tight. He mewled again and doubled over, paws groping at something that was just getting smaller and smaller while his chest itched like mad thanks to the growth of new fur. Finally, the sense of relief heightened as he felt something open up and suck in what little remained as his waist pressed in. At the top of his head, Irvin's fur covered ears lengthened and wiggled in confusion while his paws searched for something that just wasn't there. Instead, he found soft, sensitive lips and in between the cleft a small, even more sensitive nub that sent an electric tingle up his spine just due to a single touch. Immediately, Irvin withdrew his paws, his mind struggling to understand what had just occurred while his already adjusted body willingly welcomed his new womanhood.

Irvin peeked down and saw his altered equipment for only a moment before his vision blurred and wavered. He rested his hands on his thighs while his entire frame shuddered. Whereas moments before something had been pulling in, something was pushing out. His fur-covered rear plumped and rounded out while the tip of his tail forced its way out above it. As his tail grew inch by inch, Irvin's visage too altered. Fur crawled up from his slim shoulders, covering his neck and running over his face. His nose dwindled and shrank back while his calico fur covered face pressed forward into a short feline muzzle, whiskers growing out. He shuddered and closed his eyes, triangular ears pulled back in a position of discomfort.

A few moments later, Irvin's tail extended one inch longer and then was complete. Irvin opened his now green feline eyes and blinked, marveling at his sharper vision while he felt his tail flicked lazily behind him. His tail.

Irvin looked over his shoulder and stared at the newfound appendage. His attention was drawn away from it when he saw the protrusion of his muzzle in his vision. Mewling, he reached up and felt his altered visage before looking down at the rest of his form.

He was entirely different. He was a feline humanoid, and no longer male. All he wore was those striped socks and a shirt that was overly large on his smaller, feminine frame. Otherwise he was naked, his pussy complete visible on the body of a pussy. Thank goodness he was alone.

There was a click and the door opened. Irvin looked up and watched as the gray male cat in the tux slinked in the room, closing the door behind him. His emerald eyes gleamed as he looked over Irvin.

"Ah," the cat purred. "There is my pretty kitty."

"Pretty--" Irvin began, surprise at the sound of his high, light voice causing him to stop. He clutched at his throat and noticed the distinct lack of an Adam's apple. But of course, she was a pretty kitty, not a tom like the handsome--

"No!" Irvin protested.

"Quite right," the cat said, advancing upon him. "You're not quite there yet. That chest is bare. Let me see it so."

Irvin meant to resist, meant to deny the tom's command, but something about his silky, smooth voice was so convincing and commandeering, almost...hypnotic.

Thus, Irvin happily threw his shirt off onto the ground and stood before the tom naked save for the long socks. He was female, but without breasts.

"Oh," the cat said. "That was quick. A frisky kitty too, hmm?"

Irvin purred from the praise and then shook his head in denial.

"But we shall have to save that for after the party," the cat continued. He reached back into the top drawer of the dresser and, without looking, procured something--a black bra. He held it up to Irvin, glancing between it and Irvin's chest. After a serious moment of contemplation, he nodded and tossed it towards the former human.

Irvin raised his paws to catch the article of clothing, but it slipped between them and attached itself firmly to his chest, the straps sliding around his back and joining together so that it might be held in place. Even then it was loose, the cups empty.

This soon changed. Irvin groaned as his chest ached, the flesh beneath his fur covered nipples spilling forward to cover the bra. The former man moaned and cupped his growing perfect little kitty titt--

"No!" Irvin mewled, his denial unconvincing as he squeezed at his burgeoning breasts. "I'm not, I'm not--"

"Completely dressed, yes," the cat said. Irvin looked to him and saw that he held a pair of black silk panties. He held it out to Irvin and without any thought she took it.

No. He took it. Irvin grabbed the panties and stared down at them. They were exquisitely feminine and would look good on her. No doubt they would be snug and cover her feminine mound in a sexy, sly manner as any pretty kitty should.

"No..." Irvin mewled again, sliding the panties up her legs even as she spoke. Why was she thinking such thoughts when the cat had hardly said anything? "I'm a man...a man...a human..."

"Celia," the tux-wearing tom said. "What are you saying?"

"Celia?" the kitty said, blinking and shivering in delight as her breasts finished their growth, pretty and slightly larger than normal. She giggled. They were no longer itty bitty kitty titties, were they?

"Yes, Celia," the tom repeated, holding out a house-servant's dress. "Put this on."

The kitty took the dress and put it on, her mind far more concerned with names than what she was wearing. And why would she worry? Warren always picked out the clothes the guests would like best and she, Celia, was there to serve them...

Celia's whiskers twitched as Warren slid a paw up her cheek. She purred as he moved it up further still and stroked the top of her head.

"Celia," he said. "My calico cat."

Celia nodded, one ear flicking back as he scratched at it. For a moment, Warren drew her close and she could smell him and his cologne, his manly enticing smell...

Then the tom withdrew. He gripped her paw and motioned towards the door.

"My frisky kitty," he said, smiling. "As I said, later. Until then..."

Celia nodded. She knew what to do. She was there to serve the guests. She walked to the door and opened it. Before she stepped out, she peered back at Warren. Though she was there to serve the guests, she knew who her true master was.

With a sashay of her hips and a flick of her tail, Celia stepped out to the party. She had no questions in her mind of her role. There was nothing more to be confused about.