Cool For Cats
At least there was some snow to coushin the fall. Too bad a half inch is not sufficient for softening a sudden impact. Still, JT did not find himself in much of a position to complain about it. In fact he was not in a position to do much of anything. For a minute or two all the young man could do was lay face first on the walkway leading to his home. Eventually the shock faded enough for his mind to get going again. Or at least form basic, coherent, thoughts like the wonderful symphony of pain registering across his joints.
"What the hell was that?" was the first line JT got out that did not contain cursing. Unless one considered snorting and coughing from having a face full of dirty snow a form of communication. Forcing limbs to move, he propped up onto elbows enough to glance behind him.
The perpetrator responsible for his rapid decent to the ground was easy enough to locate. It still rested quiet peacefully between the tangles of his feet. Lord only knows why someone would want to put a package on a walk path as opposed to the recipient's front freaking door. The blanket of today's snowfall it had collected made it near invisible to see. Perhaps a postal worker got a little too disgruntled...or lazy...or both. Figures they would chose him to take their anger out on.
Fighting against ailing joints, JT forced himself into a sitting position. Only then did he notice a cold wetness around his stomach.
"What the..." JT looked down, exclaiming, "Oh, fuck my life!"
Fate had decided survive one fall was not rewarding enough. Oh no, it needed to decorate his front with eggs and milk. At least that explained a throbbing pain in the chest area. Muttering a few more curses, JT scooped what remained back into the groccery bag he had landed on before standing up. Knees wailed at so much a twitch, but he somehow found a way to hobble to the house's front door.
Only there did an afterthought strike, forcing him to about face and retrieve the item responsible for tonight's series of unfortunate events.
"I'm home!" he called out after the fun task of getting inside without creating too big a mess.
Only a confusing silence greeted JT. The living room illuminated brightly from its occupying Christmas tree and a small overhead from a neighboring kitchen. With a shrug, he stripped off his shoes followed by the ruined jacket and pants. After a bit of thought he tucked the pants onto his jacket, which was then flipped inside out to keep their mess contained. Now reduced to his undershirt, boxers, and socks, he trudged carefully across the rug. If even a drop of egg feel there would no doubt be repercussions for it later. Things got a bit more confusing when entering an equally empty kitchen, but since carpet turned to tile by then he was quick to dispose his cloth bundle in the washer. Snatching a towel, he went back out to retrieve the groccery bag and package from the porch where they had been left. The former found itself thrown in the nearest available trash can while the later was taken back into the kitchen for a closer inspection.
Something really felt off about the whole thing. Maybe it was the brown paper from a cut shopping bag used for wrapping. It could be the lack of any official postal markings. All there seemed to be was his name and address, barely legible in yellow crayon, on one side. It even had a five-cent stamp doodled in the corner. A quick shake of the box offered no clues, not even a rattle of contents.
If this was a friend's idea of a joke, JT was at a loss for its punch line. Against better judgment, he found himself fishing cupboards for a knife. Might as well play it out to the end, he reasoned while cutting away the wrapping. What lay underneath turned out not to be a box, but a blue block of Styrofoam. No separation lines or means to open it, just a clean cute cube. He was about to laugh the whole thing off until absently taking a stab at it with his steak knife. It barely penetrated the surface before being sharply skewed by a much more solid object underneath.
"Well at least it can't be broken." He chuckles while chiseling away the foam. Bits flew all across the counter, a good deal pooling around his socks, but that would be worried about later. In a way, it was too much of an effective stress reliever. However attention focused on glints of something reflecting light back under the bigger holes being created. It only took a few minutes to cut enough away to reveal its hidden treasure...
A rock!
"The hell is this supposed to be?" JT set down his knife to slide out a clear cut piece of amber from its holding cell. The thing was beautifully polished, easily the size of a softball. But why send him such a thing? He was hardly the type to collect random room decorations. Although the dozens, possibly hundreds, of markings painted across its surface did look pretty. Each one seemed to symbolize a different animal, real and mythical. At least he thought that's what they meant. It was hard to make most of them out at their tiny size, even with the soft glow illuminating them from the jewel's core.
Wait, why was it glowing!?
"YEEEOW!"
JT jumped back, letting the orb fall to his feet; his left foot to be more precise. Not that the pain held a candle to the burning surge going through his hands. And then just as suddenly it was gone before he could get the sense of mind to run for the sink. Looking down confirmed things were a little red skinned, yet showed no signs of serious harm. All that remained was a slight tingling sensation in each palm.
"That was odd..." His gaze shifted down to the decorated stone. Rapid debates on trying to retrieve it were promptly interrupted by another burning surge across his left cheek. And again it vanished before his hand could finish reaching up to rub the area. Fingertips found nothing but his usual smooth skin. From his vantage point it was impossible for JT to witness the tattoo of a speckled feline taking shape just underneath. "As was that..."
Trying not to over think himself into a panic, JT nudged the orb with his big toe. It felt ice cold, even through socks. So, after almost a minute of experimental prodding, he worked up the nerve to pick it off the ground. If only long enough to dump it back on the chopped Styrofoam block. Kitchen lights still shinned off it for a nice effect, but the internal glowing had completely ceased.
"I must be getting delusional from the cold." JT tried to laugh the experience off as he moved to the fridge. An odd train of logic since his body was feeling rather hot, maybe even a little bit itchy in spite of the minor clothes covering it. Did someone leave a heater running by accident?
One hand absently rubbed his stomach while opening up the fridge. He wanted to question how his abs felt a little thinner than usual, maybe even firm, but a container caught his eye first. That was snatched up in a flash, opened for consumption without a second thought. Leaning against counter with eyes closed, a satisfied moan emanated from his throat as he took several large chugs. Silky, smooth lactose gushed down into his belly to calm both body and mind.
It was only in that brief calmness that something else stuck JT like a brick. Eyes fluttered open again; having to blink several times as the kitchen somehow became brighter. Only the single overhead light had been on, so he shrugged that off. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary to him. By contrast anyone watching would have noticed his eyes having changed to a brighter emerald green with slit pupils. Both of which were fixated on the fact he had grabbed his mothers coffee creamer instead of an intended soda can. Was milk supposed to taste this good? There was no recollection of that the few other times he had tried it. Shrugging, he lifted the container back up to waiting lips only to find it had been drained dry.
"Aw, hell." JT sighed upon throwing it in with the other ruined grocceries. As if there was not enough for his parents to get upset over.
Still, having a belly full of cream left him feeling highly satisfied. Light rumbling purrs emitted from his chest while setting to the task of cleaning up his mess. Trim body danced around the kitchen with elegance never experienced before, making short work of all the Styrofoam bits. Once that task was accomplished he strolled back into the living room for something less practical to kill time with. The Xbox in particular caught his eye, at least until a bushel of bangs blanketed his vision.
"Gyah!" he exclaimed trying to brush them back. Almost instantly they fell across his face, somehow looking even thicker than a few seconds ago. A few more attempts were had before finally managing to keep them parted so they only slightly blocked the sides of his vision, yet tickled his chin. "Great, I'm going out in the snow for a haircut tomorrow too?"
Had he taken a moment to reach further back, JT might have noticed a more dire need for a trim than expected. Already his near shaven head sported shoulder length locks, with little signs of stopping. Month's worth of hair growth passed in minutes as hair cascaded down just shy of his buttocks. Moments later it shimmered in the flashing Christmas tree lights, gaining a dominating blond highlight.
That, however, did not matter. He was too happily focused on his current goal of slinking over to the pile of CD cases in search of a decent video game. Just one look at the top selection made him wrinkle his nose, the action causing several thick hairs to sprout across his upper lip. All those games were shooters. There was certainly no drive to play those. Mainly due to a team killing incident yesterday that may or may not have involved the tank JT had been driving. So he gave his belly another absent scratch while bending down to examine titles near the bottom of the stack. A strange shifting tingled around the base of his spine pointing in the air. However his position gave enough slack in his boxers to not take notice when it sprouted a nub above his rump. Like the pure blond hair blanketing his back it slinked right over the waistband of his boxers at a speed rarely seen in a normal world. Within moments a three foot long tail protrude out behind JT, slightly pushing down his boxers with its movements. And about all that registered to the boy was a slight itching caused by its rapid growth of matching yellow fur. Dozens of brown spots appeared to decorate its fuzzy rich length.
"Ah, here we go!" JT wiggled out a case he had not seen in a while, as indicated by its place near the bottom of his game pile. 'Rockband 2' the case boldly stated as he stood back up. Fresh blond hair swished proudly across his bum from the movements while a distinct feline tail sliced through the air.
Louder purrs of anticipation were to be had as he slipped it into the game console. But quick glances around made a low curse escape JT's lips upon finding a lack of controls. The instruments had long since been stored away from neglect. A job his parents took up without notice, so meant several wasted minutes wandering around every possible storage space in their house. It might have taken a lot less time if he did not have to stop and scratch at random itches now and then. Once started, it was also hard to stop scratching. The feeling of sharpening nails racking across a finely developing pelt of yellow fur made him reached untold levels of pleasure. Eventually he found the guitar hidden in the back hall closet. Gleefully he skipped back to the living room not notice his steps were done in tiptoes. Fortunitly his new tail was a perfect counterweight, so he paid the dull ache in his lifting ankle bones little mind. Sock fabric creaked in protest as the balls of his feet swelled double in size, each toe puffing up to strain sock fabric to its limit.
JT just purred happily as he connected the guitar and mashed buttons through most of the games screen menus. There was a slight pause while waiting for a random song to load that JT perked up. Ears that were slowly migrating up through his thick blond hair twitched with newfound flexibility in an attempt to locate a series of soft rips. Had it occurred to him to look down, he might have noticed that an instinctive flex in his new toes had cause hooked claws to extend out of each digit. Their razor tips proved more than enough to slice through wool like butter. The rest of his unmistakable pawed feet followed right behind, reducing socks to slivers that clung to ankles raised several inches off the ground.
But then the song finished loaded and all attention was immediately fixed on the screen. There was the usual bit of his Rockband avatar plucking strings while having a big text introduction. JT was a bit surprised though when the noise caused him to flinch, turning the volume down to a meager five. His ears were slowly losing their lobes while finishing their migration near the top of his head. Their appearance resembled a more rounded triangles with blond outside fur and thick white tufts to protect the insides now. It did wonders to improve his hearing as a heavy jazz beat began to play and notes descended towards him in time to the lyrics.
_The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the Corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses
When the Corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead
And arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around
And says it's cool for cats_
Purring in JT's chest got a little louder, too overshadowed by the music to notice. Large amounts of white tufts were growing out from his undershirt collar, giving the whole area a bit of lift. Blonde fur grew in thick clamps all over his body with it, almost causing a fumble of notes more than once from its itching. Black spot popped up in random patterns to compliment this shimmering gold. Might as well been crawling coated in ants, but somehow he found playing just a bit more prioritized and strummed on.
_The Sweeney's doing ninety
'Cos they've got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers
When the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth
With the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus'
Always look the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station
There's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father
And they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats_
JT growled in annoyance as something caused his face to scrunch and almost missing a string of fast notes. He was on a perfect streak so far and not about to let anything break it without a fight. Even if that thing was his mouth slowly pushing out from an altering bone structure. The whole lower portion of his face bulged to merge with his nose, which became flush with skin as it was taken along for the ride. The tip shrinking into a cuter round pink that rested at the tip of a blunt muzzle. Without noticing, he flicked out a longer, coarse tongue to lick at the whiskers on one side of a split upper lip. Sharpened white teeth caught a glint of light during their brief reveal.
_To change the mood a little
I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober
I've forgotten what I've had
And ev'rybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats_
'This is in the bag,' he thought as the songs solo line came up. Just as he considered starting off a bit too easy, the game gave a dissatisfied wailing of plucked guitar string. A panicked curse escaped JT while fumbling over note buttons. Eyes never left the screen as hands had chosen that moment to 'PAFF' out in a fashion similar to his feet; swelling nearly twice their size while fingers plumped like sausages. Rough pads grew out under their tips and palms while fingernails retracted back into developing slits at the ends to become claws. Leaving them looking like dexterous paws. Unfortunately this left his fingers big enough to be pushing two buttons at once. By the time he found a way to just push down with the edges of each digit he had missed the entire solo. So much for a perfect, but at least he could still five-star this.
_Shake up at the disco
And I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV
When it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats_
A soft breath escaped through sharpened fangs as the song tuned out. The game drifted into its scoreboard mode, displaying a heartwarming ninety-three percent accuracy. Although it was more the hundred and twelve note streak that struck a feeling of pride. Not a perfect score, but still good for someone who had not played in ages. JT's tail flicked as he purred happily, albeit confused over easy screw ups.
"Nyah! What a weird night I'm having." He giggled only to be cut short by a cold shudder. "Did I just meow!?"
A hand started to lift up to feel his face, but after catching sight of the hand itself JT let out a yowling cry. The toy guitar clattered to the ground as he backed up, as if to escape the enlarged paws being twisted around before his very wide eyes. Plump fingers were wiggled in a test only confirming they were indeed attached to his body. Another panicked yelp escaped his lips when an involuntary flex caused said fingers to unsheathe their hidden claws.
Oddly enough he was saved from a panic attack upon backing up into a footrest. One quick stumble onto his backside was enough for a return to reality. Mainly from the pain of having to land on his tail, which JT was alarmed to find now attached to him as well. It might have been even comical to see its fur frizzled on edge under normal circumstance. As it was, horrified eyes never left the tip as the tail was pulled out to swish in the air more comfortably behind him. That finally brought attention to a rather lush mane of blond hair decorating his shoulder.
"This...this can't be real!" Hands roamed across the tail. As if somehow making a statement would suddenly moot the bizarre mix of pleasure such petting sent across newfound nerves. Soon they reached the tail base, grouping around the fine fur across toned buttocks. From there fear slowly gave way to a bizarre curiosity as more of his furred body was examined. Thighs muscles bulge with a force that refused to give much from his paw squeezes. JT even felt a bit of a thrill roaming across the flatness of his stomach, feeling the beginning of abs under the creamy white fibers coating them. "Wow..."
Sure there was a minor problem of changing species, but this body felt fitter than he could have ever dreamed of achieving normally. If not for the fact a blizzard was going on outside he might have tested this feeling with a jog to the next county. Hell, all this fur might make such a desire possible.
"Then again, this might not be so bad!" Light purring resumed deep in JT's chest as he sat up. A deep breath allowed him to marvel at how the scent of pine needles overwhelmed delicate feline nostrils. Ears swiveled to catch the soft humming of Christmas tree lights. Despite being the only source of light, they made it possible to see everything clear as if it were a sunny day. Talk about a sensory overload. "This isn't so bad. I mean, it's not like things can get any worse."
True to Murphy's Law, JT leaned forward with both paws flying to his crotch in a yowl of pain. Heavy pants followed to the feeling that someone took a baseball bat to his two best friends. Although pain diminished like the other times, it only made room for more odd feelings. Or rather, there was a distinct lack of feeling that began to alarm him. Shakily sitting back up, JT slipped a hand gently under the front of his boxers. Paw pads felt around carefully mindful of the claws hidden inside them, with a pathetic whimper escaping upon reaching his crotch.
Perhaps it could be more accurately described as HER crotch now; given a high lack of the male defining organs that had been there moments prior. Instead paw pads brushed against a little mound of fur tucking away a warm, vertical slit. Pushing against it parted the sensitive flesh into what was unmistakably a vagina. Explorations were cut short though when paw pads made contact with a hypersensitive nub near the top. That simple brush sending a spark through every nerve made her yank the paw back out in a panicked yelp.
"Wha...what the fu...uuuuuggghh!!"
JT growled fiercely as she lowered onto hands and knees. Drastic changes racked across her body in a massive assault of pleasured pain leaving her barely capable of comprehending them, much less move. They seemed to come in little surges at first. Each one taking away just a little bit of the edge off a dwindling male appearance. This did not cause any drastic change in size. If anything it only helped to make already hardened muscled more pronounce as JT's form took on a more feminine elegance. Thighs became thick and supple curved. The kind Olympic athletes could get envious of. She pawed instinctively at the ground as biceps twitched and bulged along smoother toned arms. Claws threatened to rip chunks of carpet in the process, but she was having too many mixed emotions to care.
Neck muscles cracked and twitched, causing another yowl to pierce the night backdrop. This time carried a pitch on par with a professional soprano. JT thought making real cat noises alone was weird. Adding a more sensual tune onto them was only making the fire in her crotch worse.
Another sharp crack and a series of crackling bones saw the collapse of her waist. The tightening feeling flowed down like a pair of hands to the hips, where she instinctively raised her left foot to try stretching it out. After a few stretches the whole left hip gave off a loud 'pop'; swelling nearly double in size with a rush of relief. That action was quickly repeated with the right side to leave JT with a rather full figure fit for baring children. Boxer shorts stretched taunt with seams popping just to keep a plump, heart shaped caboose contained.
Whatever willed these changes must have been satisfied with JT's new bottom heaviness. Cramps started to travel up her body. Attempts at trying to stand only managed to get rolled over onto her back. A sharp moan was let loose as her back arched with a sharp crack to further perk her butt. Breaths were coming out in rapid pants now. Something internally was putting preassure on her lungs making it hard to think straight. In desperation both hands lifted up to grasp her chest.
The mere contact was enough to cause her to gasp. Slowly, plump paw fingers began to knead at her chest amidst purring in stereo. Each little press worked to slightly alleviate the invisible weight suffocating her, urging a faster pace. So lost was she that it barely registered the way furred flesh puffed out in per portion to the pressure lifted. Harden Pecs so gave way to more plushness as layers of fatty tissue piled over them. If this was from her stimulations or just coincidence, JT did not care. She was too lost in the waves of ecstasy crashing across her body as two distinct mounds began to stretch out the front of her undershirt. They swelled out at a steady rate, gaining a definite roundness and total attention to the massage treatments. Not to mention contributing well to the damp spot showing between JT's boxer legs.
Right as she felt there was no more newly developed womanhood could handle, the rush stopped.
JT gasped, sprawling on the floor in labored pants while staring at the ceiling. Time just seemed to phase in and out while thoughts swam to make sense of what just transpired. Paw-hands still clasped firmly around what were undeniably D-cups straining against a mens shirt a size or three too small. Somehow she found the motor skill to sit up, but it was not until gravity pulled her fresh breasts down into her paws that reality snapped back into focus. Eyes grew wide as dinner plates as she stared down with jaw hanging open. The collar did nothing to conceal the soft white furred cleavage trying to spill out over it. Slowly, almost reluctantly, her gripe on them released to feel down between spotted legs. If not for the fur, her face would have been tomato red feeling the raunchy fluids soaked around the crotch area.
"Ohgodohgodohgod..." Attempts to stand were met with little success. Not from having to walk on tiptoes, but from the way hip structure forced her legs to walk pressed against each other coupled with gravity pulling on the medicine balls of her chest. Finding a center of gravity in this new body was an understatement of a challenge. Best JT could manage was falling onto all fours, which was just as disturbingly natural. Ears folded back hard against her head. Even her tail began to shake from fighting back tears. "So bad! Sooooo not good! I'm a f-ing girl; I'm a monster! I can't handle this...HOW can I handle this? I...I....nyah!?"
A glint of light shimmered just out of view. Instantly, JT whipped to stare at the Christmas tree. A bit of lose garland was swaying out in the open air. Flashing little lights sparkled off its metallic needles in an array of colors. The simple sight was almost hypnotic. She padded over, intent on straightening the bit of decoration to at least stall her mind. Instead she reached out to give it a light bap with the plush pads of her fingers. That was really all it took to disperse any remains of coherent thought. Loud purrs began in earnest as she tugged at the garland with her mouth, pawing at the pine tree for more to play with. At least until one zealous tug sent everything toppling over.
That was pretty much how JT's parents found her hours later. Or rather, how they came home to see a giant cheetah girl napping amidst the remains of a shredded Christmas tree. Completely unaware of their new daughters resolve to give those cat abilities a real work up after a short rest.