Sam the pussycat

You brought in a stray cat, Sam, and began feeding her. As months become years, now she sleeps on your legs every night. One day you awake to a grown woman with cat ears on your legs… Could it be?

I yawn, rolling in my bed as I slowly wake up. I reach out to the nightstand and grab my phone, flipping through notifications, barely paying attention to anything else. I put the phone down, ready to start my morning ritual of feeding the cat and getting my own breakfast ready. I look down at her, sleepily reaching for her head. Good morning Sa—what the hell? I flinch, scared. The strange, naked woman with cat ears and tan skin looks up at me adoringly, stretching her arm. I can’t help but look at her round bottom and attractive medium-sized breasts hanging down as she stretches.

I yawn quietly, stretching my arm over your leg. Hey master! Is it almost breakfast time? I already so hungry! I lick my human hand-like paws, running them over my head and furry ears repeatedly to clean them. I look at you with pure trust and adoration in my eyes for a moment. Your mouth is agape, as if you’d seen something you can’t compute. After registering your confusion, assuming you knew pretty much everything there is to know, I cock my head. Is something wrong, master? While I wait for your response, seemingly oblivious to the change in my body, I attempt to lean down to clean my vagina and butt with my tongue, for the first time finding this is a physical impossibility. Huh. I try to lean forward repeatedly to clean myself, but I can’t reach my own lower extremities. I start to notice, slowly but surely, something is different with my body, but still largely oblivious to the change.

Sam, uh… I slide my leg out from under her, trying my best not to disturb her position on the bed, honed by years of practice trying not to wake her up. I find myself oddly excited looking at this cat woman’s body. My cock begins firming up in my pants. Let’s… get you some clothes. I fumble in my closet and give you a tank top and jean skirt that my ex left here and never picked up. You put it on and begin playfully dance around, joking that you’re a human now.