(Man to Cat)

Katrina lounged at her local bar, enjoying the atmosphere. It was a friendly Mexican-fusion restaurant, complete with delicious cocktails and fantastic fish empanadas. Probably the only downside were the unsavory types that frequented the place, but people were seeing less and less of them each day.

The normal clientele figured that it was that people around their parts were getting a little more civil as time went on. But the bar’s owner and Katarina knew the truth: it was actually process of elimination. Katarina was a powerful witch, a Cat Sorceress with sleek brown hair and tanned skin.

Perhaps the funniest thing about her was that she made no effort to hide her occupation: everything she had was cat-themed, down to the paw-shaped wand and her witch’s hat that was complete with kitten ears. Pretty much everything about her screamed either ‘dangerous’, ‘crazy’, or some mixture of the two. Honestly, she was doing the world a service by ridding it of those stupid enough to hit on her.

Like the gentleman across from her right now. His name was Paul Something-Or-Other (Katrina didn’t quite care enough to pick up on that, but she was fairly certain that there was a hyphen in it somewhere), and according to him he was a successful entrepreneur about to make bank on a start-up. Also according to him, he had a cock that could successfully bend any woman to his will, which is what led to the crux of tonight problem.

“So, as I was saying, I have a paycheck that’d make any man in here green with envy. You know what that means?” Paul drawled, sliding next to Katrina and twirling his vodka martini in one hand.

“It means that you can afford the classiest hooker in town?” Katrina asked boredly, sipping from her own frosted margarita. Normally she had more energy, but the witch was honestly getting sick of perverts like this.

“Bingo.” Paul snapped at her, heedless of the slight he’d just meted out. “Plus, my car? It’ll get you wetter than you made New Orleans.”

Katrina’s eye ticked dangerously, and she looked to the man. “Begging your pardon?”

“Because your name’s the same as the hurricane, dummy!” He guffawed, downing the rest of his drink. “Anyways…” The man staggered to his feet. “I’m going to be heading to my car in a moment, and I’ll expect to find you joining me.” He swayed a little unsteadily, turning to leave.

As soon as he was out of earshot, the bartender, Ronaldo, leaned in to Katrina, his eyes wide. “Are you just gonna let him go with that? Christ, if I wasn’t paid to be here, I’d have decked the poor son of a bitch.”

Katrina chuckled. “It’s honestly not worth it at this point. I just want to finish my empanadas in peace, then go home and tend to my kittens.”

Then Paul staggered back in, his right arm raised in that manner of a drunk with something who thought they had something important to say. “By the way, I’ve heard you’re rather easy pussy, so I’m willing to pay you as much as one of those ‘fancy hookers’.”

At that, Katrina slammed her purse on the counter, sending a firm glare to Ronaldo. “Put tonight’s meal on my tab.” She half-hissed.

“Ah, that’s what I thought! Kitten’s got some claws to her!” Paul laughed uproariously, slapping his hands together.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Katrina smiled at him viciously, her blood running hot. “Your place, then?” She asked, purring gently as she trailed a finger along his shoulder. At least his suit wasn’t as cheap as the rest of him.

“Absolutely, love! You get points for knowing what’s going to happen tonight! And by that, I mean—well, you know what I mean.” The man laughed, trying to slip an arm around her. Katrina sidestepped nimbly, her feline grace defining her movement. As soon as she did, the drunkard crashed head-first into the tables to before him, grunting loudly in distress.

“Whoops. Watch your step, ‘love’.” Katrina sniggered, looking back to Ronaldo with a grin. Well, at least the night wouldn’t be a total waste… She could definitely get some fun out of this one. The woman’s heels clicked on the tile of the restaurant as she walked past Paul, one of her fingers trailing along his collar.

“Mn, wuzzat?” Paul asked, blinking the dizziness from his eyes. He looked up to see her smiling down at him, as one would a child or a misbegotten animal.

“Don’t you want to get back to your place, dearie?” She chuckled, offering a hand to help him up.

He gratefully accepted, staggering to his feet. “You know, you’re a real class act. I had you pegged for the kinky, weird sort, but thanks.” As Paul spoke, he let out a faint burp, patting his gut to let out another one. “Whoops! Well, better out than in, eh?”

Katrina kept her nose from wrinkling by a supreme force of effort. Instead, she smiled at him patiently. “Of course. Shall we be going?”

“We shall!” He loudly announced, looking to the other bargoers. “Hey, guess what? Tonight, I’m gonna get laid!” The man laughed, clapping at his own attempt at a joke. Then he staggered after Katrina, following her to the door. “Outta my way, I’m driving.” He muttered, pushing past her.

Luckily for everyone on the road that night, Katrina was a responsible woman, and she had read the hapless drunk’s mind, letting her make a magical portal from the bar to his room. As such, the second he opened the door to leave, he stumbled back into his own place, a classy mid-town apartment.

“Wha? What’s going on?” Paul blinked in surprise, his eyes wide.

“Ooh, that was an amazing ride!” Katrina followed him through, closing the portal behind him and making as if to swoon. “My goodness, you’re such a good driver. And such a strong one, too…” She made small circles around his arm with her finger, leaving him to smile in astonishment.

“Oh, yeah. I am, ain’t I? I told you my car’d get you wet, didn’t I?” Paul bragged, clapping as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it to the couch.

“Several times, yes.” Katrina muttered with a dark glare. She bounced on her heels lightly, anticipating the transformation she’d put the man through.

Paul turned, blinking in mild surprise. “Come again?”

Katrina cursed her momentarily lapse, putting on the appearance of a giddy socialite. “I mean, like, I totally got all kinds of wet from your car, baby!” She purred throatily, looking into his eyes to cast a beguilement charm.

It worked perfectly, the man blinking a few times as his mind was addled. “O-oh. Yeah, you did!” He grinned, back to all confidence in an instant. “So, what say we take this pussy to the bedroom and show her a good time.”

“Yes, let’s.” Katrina agreed, chuckling as she expanded her influence to coat the apartment. Making this place into an extension of her magical home would make it all the easier to work her particular brand of magic on this hapless sod.

“All right, all right.” Paul clapped his hands, the lights to his room turning on to reveal a shag rug that would have looked perfect in an eighties movie. “A comfy floor helps when the sluts want to bang off the bed.” He explained cockily, waving one of his hands dismissively behind himself.

“Wow.” Katrina stared in slack-jawed astonishment, beginning to doubt that this man was a real person. Could society really have allowed such an odious shit to survive this long?

“Oh, and you haven’t seen the best part yet.” Paul grinned, slipping off his pants. “Eh? Eh?” He asked, his hands pointed to his nether regions and an absurdly proud smile on his face.

Katrina looked down at it, begrudgingly admitting that for all his faults, he hadn’t been lying about the size of his cock. Not that it mattered. She cast another beguilement charm on him, grinning as his knees buckled and his eyes went blank, staring dumbly forward.

“Whuzz…” Paul slutted, his words trailing off as his brain shut down.

“Yes, you’re mine now, my little kitten.” Katrina purred, stalking around him. “You’re going to let these commands sink into your brain, one at a time. I’m going to transform you piece by piece, and you won’t notice until I begin to pleasure you. Of course, by then, the both of us know that it’ll be too late, won’t it?”

Paul’s head nodded dumbly, his mouth slackening.

“Good kitten.” Katrina cooed, cupping her hands under his arms and hefting him up. “You know what, let’s have some fun with this. I want you to describe the feeling of each of these changes, right up until the point of climax. Now, let that foul man return, knowing that soon I’ll be able to get rid of him.”

Paul stood slowly, shaking his head in confusion. “Whoa, sorry, must have blacked out just like my first date. Of course, that didn’t keep me or my bros from having a little fun, if you know what I mean.” He bragged.

“Oh my God.” Katrina glared, forcing him back into a state of catatonic shock. She pulled her arm back and slapped him as hard as she could, a snarl on her face. Yeah, society wouldn’t miss this man at all—if he could be called a man.

Then she returned him to the present, calling back his consciousness with a seductive croon.

“W-whoa! What was that? I blinked, and now my face hurts… A lot like my—”

“No more talking.” Katrina purred, forestalling his next sentence and holding up a finger. “Instead, I want you to play a little game with me.” She smiled, feeling her energy return to her.

“Games are fun, I don’t mind them.” He said, nodding his head.

“Good. This game is called ‘Kitten’. You’re going to be my little pet, enjoying my every touch; my every motion; my ever caress. Is that understood?” She asked, a little harsher than she intended. Then again, she could hardly blame herself—it was everything she could do to keep herself from atomizing the man on the spot.

Only the creed she’d made for herself had stayed her hand, and she continued down this road of transformation. “Now, Kitten. I want you to feel a gentle itching all over your body. It’s like there are a bunch of very very very thin bristles poking out from under your skin, okay?”

“Mnn…” Paul muttered, rubbing at his arms absentmindedly. “It’s itchy. Do we have to play this game?”

“Of course we do!” Katrina pouted. “After all, without this, I wouldn’t be able to give you the fur coat that you want—and you do so want a fur coat, don’t you, pet?” Katrina purred, running her hands along his back, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the ground.

“Yes…” He dragged it out to a blissful hiss, his eyes glazing over again as he sank into her words. “I want a gorgeous fur coat, because I’m your kitten.” As he spoke, small black hairs lengthened their way all over his body, making him look a shade darker, as though he was cloaked in shadow.

“Good kitty!” Katrina chirped. “Now, let your fur coat come in; feel how god it is to be covered from head to toe in soft, luxurious fur.” The witch said with a smile, her every pet sending more ecstasy through the man. She hated that he had to feel good during the change, but pleasure was a better mistress than pain.

Paul let out a sensual moan, his fur coat coming in long and smooth as he let the changes wash over him, transforming him. “I love my new coat, mistress.” He purred, a vacant smile on his face as he ran his fingers through the thick, luxurious coat.

“Of course you do! But what better a thing to go with your coat than a pair of cats’ paws? Let’s start with your feet first, so that you won’t ever think of running from your mistress’s side.”

“Yes, mistress.” Paul sat down, rolling to a cross-legged posture. As he did, Katrina stooped low, grabbing his feet in her hands and kneading them.

Her touch sent wave upon wave of pleasure across the transforming man, and he let out a groan of ecstasy even as his toes began to swell, expanding. “Kitten toes. I have kitten toes.” He moaned, his furred back falling against the sheets of his bed as Katrina worked her particular brand of magic on him.

“Yes you do, sweetie. And what goes better with toes than a set of claws-” Katarina squeezed each of his toes in turn, causing a small and retractable claw to poke out from their tip- “and cutesy little pads?” She massaged his soles with that, and Paul’s head tilted back in sheer bliss.

He let out a faint half-mewl from his lips, velvety-soft paw pads growing from the undersides of his feet in seconds. He looked down at them, pressing his fingers into them as though he was amazed to have them on his body.

Katrina intensified her charm on his mind to get a better hold on him; then she focused a little harder on his changes, shrinking his feet down to their proper size, making them smaller and smaller until they were proportionally-sized cat’s paws on a human’s body. “Good boy. Now, hands. I wanna change these too, make you into my little kitty forever.”

Paul held out his palms expectantly, a low purring rumble escaping his throat as he looked up at Katrina. She smiled at him, her sending another pulse of magic through him. Even though he was a detestable little man, she couldn’t hate the cat she was bringing into this world. Idly, she wondered if she could charge money for the public service she was providing.

“Mnn, kitty paws…” Paul mumbled, his mind lost to the haze of pleasure. He could only stare at his hands with wide eyes as his fingers expanded just like his toes had. His thumbs disappeared into his wrists, ever to be seen again, and his other fingers shrank down a knuckle, getting smaller and cuter.

Paul stared on as his palms became fluffy paw pads just like his soles; and he flexed his new fingers to see his new claws. “Thank you so much forrr these, mistress.” He purred, looking up at Katrina gratefully.

“What do you mean? It’s only natural for my pet to look the part.” She chuckled, pulling out her magic wand and tapping him on the nose. “After all, you’re going to be my new kitty, you know.” She purred, scratching the changing man beneath his chin.

“Yess…” He moaned, his eyes glassing over slightly as he felt his nose turn up, flattening out on his face. He pawed at it idly, his eyes crossed with wondrous rapture, shivering with the pleasurable sensation of change.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you? You like your kitty nose, such a good boy. Such a cute kitten!” Katrina smiled, stroking him as she would any other common housepet. Of course, her touch held a good deal of transformative magic in it, coursing through her prey and filling him with even more ecstasy.

“Yes, change me more, mistress.” Paul nodded, purring even as the transformation continued across his body. His mouth awkwardly cracked and popped, jaw reforming to be a little flatter. The teeth in his mouth sank back into his gums, only to re-emerge seconds later in feline form. He ground them curiously, feeling how odd it was to have a cat’s mouth.

Of course, there was one last thing to change about his muzzle, and with a faint mewl of surprise, Paul felt his tongue start to get itchier. Small barbs were forming all along his tongue, giving it an oddly dry texture in his mouth. The transforming man crinkled his nose, letting out a faint rumble of discontent as he tried to get used to his new tongue.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Katrina giggled at her own joke, looking to the man with a smile. “But seriously, I’m sure this latest change has left you feeling a little odd, right? Would my kitten like me to pet him and give him a new soft and cuddly tail?”

Paul nodded, his tongue hanging from his mouth. He crawled on hands and knees up to Katrina’s legs, rubbing against them with need. “Taillll.” He whined loudly, staring at her with round and wanting eyes. Unlike his lustful gaze from earlier, this was a purer, more innocent stare—that of a lost kitten.

Katrina couldn’t help but reach down, running both of her hands along his spine and slowly drawing it out away from the rest of his body. People were always better when they were being made into cats. Well, assholes were always better when they were being made into cats. She chuckled, coaxing his tailbone further and further away from his body.

Paul whimpered, then started to purr. It was a low rumbling that seemed to start in his heart, then get lodged in his throat. The man couldn’t help but love this latest change, a pleasurable vortex ensnaring him and numbing his mind as he slowly grew a long and black cat’s tail.

Paul groaned, his new muscles flicking his tail from side to side as he savored the sensation of having the new feline appendage. He swayed his tail gently, looking down to it with pride and contentment. Then he trembled, waving his backside a little to get a better look at the latest change.

“I love my new tail.” He said, purring contentedly as he looked back to the witch that was changing him. A vacant smile settled on his face, and the witch looked down to him with a smile, beaming at her companion-to-be.

“I know you do, kitten.” Katrina chuckled, running her hands down his furry back again. She looked at him with a smile, watching her handiwork with a sadistic grin. “Yeah, you’re much better like this, aren’t you? Aren’t you a good little boy, my dearest kitty-kins?”

“Yes, of course I am.” Paul purred, stretching his back in a feline fashion as his back realigned itself for four-footed travel. There were a series of loud pops; then just like that he was forever destined to walk the earth on all fours.

Katrina beamed at the progress she’d made, moving the changes on to let him stand comfortably like an animal. She swept her hands up and down his legs in kindly strokes, teasing her pet’s muscles to reshape, gaining new tone and mass.

As she did, his bones shrank a little in some places, lengthening in others. Paul purred with ecstasy, knowing he would soon be able to walk with a fully feline gait. His tail swayed from side to side, and he let out another low rumble with contentment.

Then the woman applied a little more pressure to his shoulders, popping them inwards with a gently applied pressure. Paul let out a faint whine, the bones clicking loudly and uncomfortably. However, it was much like a chiropractor’s session: the cracking was uncomfortable, but the sweet pleasure afterwards was more than worth the moment’s pain.

As such, Paul offered no complaint when Katrina moved her hands to his hips, grabbing them firmly with both palms and pressing downwards sharply. Again, there was that popping of bone, that flash of pain. But the sheer bliss that followed was incredible. It was like it had loosened his joints completely, leaving him so much more flexible and agile.

The man rubbed his furry cheek against Katrina’s leg, purring and swaying his tail as he arched his back. “It feels sooo good…” He moaned, looking up to her with thankful eyes. As he did, his eyes lightened from their usual brown to a feline gold, and he smiled through his cat’s muzzle.

“Oh, such a good kitten. Such a good kitten!” Katrina smiled, petting his face. She sat down beside him, letting his head fall into her lap. The witch laughed as he nuzzled her, and she scratched him behind his ears, letting them stretch out at her touch. “You’re the cutest little fuzzball ever!”

As expected, he positively purred with contentment, his legs faintly kicking in the air as his ears drew to pointed tips. They slid to the top of his head after a little more scratching, and he purred even louder. Paul looked like a complete cat now, save for one minor detail…

Katrina wrapped an arm around him, breathing huskily into his ear. “Would my kitten like to be serviced by their master?” She asked it with a smile, already knowing his answer.

Paul could only meekly nod and mewl, his eyes going wide and his cock growing hard at her words. He smiled as his new master did, his breath coming in short, exultant gasps as her fingers trailed down to his cock, beginning to transform it.

Her fingertips met his flesh, and he groaned in pleasure, his eyes closing. “Make me your pet, mistress, I need to be your…” Paul trailed off, shuddering as her beguilement over him finally ended. His eyes widened as he looked at his form, and a screeching yowl escaped his throat.

“Something wrong, Paul?” Katrina beamed sadistically, continuing the gentle stroking motion of her arm. She’d given him his mind back, but his body was still hers to play with; locked in place by the delightful feeling of her touch. “I don’t think so, I think my little kitty-witty wants this!”

“Wants—what did you do to me?” He shouted, his memory beginning to return to him. “No, no, you made me… Stop it, you bitch!” He began to recall the events of the night, and his chest started to hike as he hyperventilated. “You made me into a cat!”

“Not yet I haven’t. But you get points for knowing what’s going to happen tonight.” Katrina chuckled as she repeated his ‘joke’, trailing a nail around the base of his cock to bring out his penile spines. She could feel the hard keratin forming along his erection, which was beginning to look a good deal more purplish than its original fleshy tone. Better yet, it started to shrink, becoming more proportionate to a cat’s. “Aww, we got a widdle spiny penis, don’t we, baby?”

“N-no, anything but that!” Paul whimpered, his eyes wide. He stared on in horror as he looked down at his transforming cock, groaning as its head became more of a tapered bulb to his cock. The man groaned in ecstasy and horror alike, the mingled arousal and terror causing his heart to pound.

Then, to his horror, his hips began to move in time with her hand, openly fucking her palm. It felt good, beyond good; he wanted more of it, wanted to be hers! The man whimpered as his mind slowly filled with thoughts of becoming a loving pet; an obedient servant.

“You know, I don’t always get hit on by men at the bar…” Katrina purred, stroking Paul behind his ears. “And if you get added to my collection, I can guarantee there will be plenty of ‘easy pussy’ for you to have. Only for my bestest kitty, though. Don’t you wanna be my little kitty?” She breathed the words huskily into his ear, and she could feel his pace increasing in the palm of her hand.

Paul tried to deny it, but he loved the sound of that; he wanted all of it and to be her pet. He yowled, his back arching as he ejaculated over Katrina’s hand and over his chest. And as he did, his form began to dwindle, getting smaller and smaller in Katrina’s lap until he was just the size of a common housecat.

“Good boy.” Katrina chuckled, wiping her hand off on his fur. “Now, clean that up and I’ll take you to your new home.”

Paul nodded, eager to head to this new paradise. He began to lap away at his fur, feeling an odd niggling in the back of his mind. He paid it no heed, though, continuing to lick at his own spilt seed. He had no idea that as he licked at himself, he was slowly and subtly erasing his own mind, leaving only a cat’s thoughts behind.

“All done?” Katrina chuckled, cooing as her new pet rubbed his flank against her leg lovingly. The cat nuzzled her appreciatively in response, curling up around one of her ankles.

Katrina’s grin widened to a smile, and she picked up her new pet, stroking his fur lovingly. “And here I thought you were unsalvageable. You just needed a gentle touch, didn’t you?” She purred to her new kitten, petting his soft fur.

Honestly, some men couldn’t be fixed. But at least he made for a simple enough change… ‘Easy pussy’, as it were.