An Overwatch TF
(Woman to Cat)
Brigitte huffed, lifting her… Ample, to be kind, cat from her workbench, huffing as she set him on the ground. The girl then dropped the mystical stone she’d acquired on their last mission in his place, frowning as the thing quietly pulsed.
“Hum… Innate energy implies a power source…” Brigitte mumbled, turning to grab a handheld mass spectrometer. A loud clatter echoed through her research area, and the girl winced. Then she slowly turned, finding her cat once more on the bench, with the glowing rock now on the ground.
“Come on…” The girl sighed, stooping under the table and grabbing the stone with an indignant look at her cat. Of course, he simply preened, as smug a look as possible on his furred face. The girl stuck her tongue out at him, shaking her head.
Then she spoke again, the most consequential sentence of her life slipping past her oblivious lips. “You have it so easy. You know, I wish that I could live like you.” No sooner had the words left her lips than the stone in her hands flashed, an electric tingle coursing through her body.
Brigitte yelped in surprise, shock clear on her face as she looked to a now-empty hand. The stone was gone, and in its place her hand looked swollen, almost plush. “That can’t be good.” She muttered, grabbing a nearby health kit and applying to the wound.
Much to her surprise, the plumpness of her palm remained. Not only that, but her body had begun to itch, a warm tingling coursing across her every pore. She whimpered and dug her nails into her arms, hoping to sate the itching.
A warm pleasure filled her mind, and a low rumble slipped from her throat as she fell against her table. The cat resting on it looked to her with interest, flicking an ear in her direction as she purred, scratching at herself as though she was scratching her cat.
Brigitte didn’t know why it felt so good, only that the pleasure was mindless and absolute. A dimwitted smile crossed her features as her body began to change, her mind for now blissfully ignorant. Soft, thick fur was growing from her arms, from her chest, from her thighs.
It was only when a thick ruff of fur parted her breasts that she noticed something was wrong, and by then it was much too late. The girl yelped, her freckled face flushing as she looked to her ample bosom, watching as thick fur pushed her cleavage apart before washing over her freckled tits.
“N-no way! This can’t be reeoow!” She yelped, her cheeks twitching as they began to puff. Her ears lifted in surprise, growing large and triangular as she clutched at her throat. “Did I just meeowr?” Again, an animal’s sound slipped past her lips, and panic truly set in.
The fur, her change in tone, her fateful words… Brigitte wasn’t an idiot and was doubly superstitious. Her mind could only surmise that the stone was changing her-and that she had no idea what to do about it.
For a few moments, she only reacted to the changes, unable to think of anything proactive. Her face cracked out into a cat’s visage, a long and thick whisker growing from each of her freckles. Her nose upturned on her new muzzle, twitching as it picked up new scents. Worse of all, her long hair receded into her scalp, leaving her with a lush trim of fur.
She scratched desperately at her underarms as they grew thick coats of fur, then at her increasingly bushy eyebrows, then at her overwhelmingly dense pubic fur. The latter in particular brought a flush to her face, and the girl resisted an urge to paw at her pussy’s pussy.
“Ryyy’m becorrmeowng a cat!” Brigitte exclaimed, her mind racing as her shoulders and hips popped, throwing her to all fours. Her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth, and the feline girl coughed, sticking it out and crinkling her pink nose. “But… Howrr’ll I tell the meowthers?”
Brigitte fully realized that she was going to soon be indistinguishable from any other cat-even though she’d certainly stand out from the pack, given her guess at a species. Her larger body and voluminous fur brought to mind a Maine Coon Cat, a breed twice the size of her pet-and twice as likely to be sent to the pound by Mama and Papa.
The girl frantically scrambled to her recording station, fumbling with shortening fingers at the keyboard. It was hard to type with her hands well on the way to paws, but she was able to manage the unlock code to begin recording her descent into a feline life.
“Herrrleowr. Mrry neowwm rrris Breeowgeowwtuh.” She managed, her voice warbling in time with a tingling in her throat. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she lost her vocal cords, and the girl struggled to think of something else to say. “Mrrrff-eow! MRREOW!”
She pawed at her muzzle, struggling to make words work-but her feline mouth and throat weren’t suited for such a privilege. A long, bushy tail pulled out from her backside, and she yowled in violation at the strange sensation.
The camera continued to blink, and Brigitte looked down to her arms as they shortened. Desperately, she tried to comb through the fur on her shoulder to reveal her family tattoo, but the hairs were too dense to part.
With that went her last idea to confirm her humanity, and Brigitte looked desperately back to her camera’s lens, seeing nothing more than a coon cat’s face reflected in the glass. Then an orange blob moved into the frame behind herself, and Brigitte looked back to see her cat approaching her with interest.
Was he always so large, so handsome? The thought entered her mind unbidden, and she couldn’t shake it no matter how hard she tried. Her whiskers waved as she trembled, a heat between her legs making its presence very, very well known.
Brigitte’s tail lifted indecisively, and before she knew what she was doing, he’d mounted her. His paws kneaded at her soft back, and a low, contented purr slipped from her lips. Much too late, a glimmer of revulsion welled in her mind, only to be washed away by lust as he entered her
“MRREOWR!” She yowled, groaning and rocking back against the cat. Her heart hammered in her chest as her breasts finally regressed into teats, the change hidden by her thick fur. Though the camera couldn’t see it, she could feel it perfectly well, especially as she fell onto her belly, wriggling her sensitive nipples against the polished oak of her desk.
She was fucking her cat, and she liked it! It was an insane thought, and yet it was one she couldn’t deny. Her body was so warm, her nerves ached for release, her folds clenched lovingly around his spined prick. It was better than anything she’d had in her life, and she eagerly thrust her body back, her furry form trembling with ecstasy.
“RrrRREOOW!” She vocalized, struggling to remember how to please a man. She needed to… Roll her hips? The feline girl tried that, eyes widening with ecstasy as she felt his fur tickling her kitty clit. Again, her folds clenched, and she gushed hard over his cock.
The consequences were twofold: first, her IQ halved itself, stupidity settling into her feline brain. Second, her tom doubled his pace, literally fucking her intelligence away. Brigitte could feel it happening, but there was nothing she could do to stop it-especially since stopping it meant giving up this world-shattering bliss.
The cat dug her claws into the table as her own name forever slipped from memory. She was an animal, a dumb animal, a fluffy big cat and she LOVED it. Her eyes glazed as she felt herself approach her climax, and she desperately pressed against him.
Her motions were rewarded as he hilted himself within her, and the cat-bodied, cat-minded girl yowled with bliss. “MMRREOOOWR!”
Her every nerve sang with pleasure, and she spilled her ecstasy along her lover’s prick, matting her fur and his alike with her nectar. Yet he wasn’t done, not by a long shot. The stone had changed him as well, increasing his stamina and endurance alike.
The cat found herself drooling as he snuffed out even feline intelligence, making her not only an animal but a stupid one at that. She didn’t need intelligence, she only needed to be bred and give birth to litter after litter of cats, lazing around in a life an overworked engineer named Brigitte had once envied.