Cat Crazy 2

“Merry Christmas!”

George sat up, confused.  The most confusing thing was actually having the ability to sit up at all.  The last thing he remembered was falling to the floor as a wisp of cloth.  He looked around from his position on the floor.  A bed to one side, a television on a solid desk to the other.  Beside the TV was the flimsiest excuse for an artificial tree George had ever seen.  It looked like a cheap hotel room, but one that had been lived in for a bit.

“George?” asked the lilting voice from a moment ago.  “Are you OK?”

George focused on the source of the voice, and couldn’t help but smile.  A gorgeous, buxom blonde was looking at him with an expression of worry and concern.  The face looked vaguely familiar, but the rest... he’d never managed to get the attention of any girl so curvy before.  Still, something about the voice, then it clicked.  The bright purple eyes he’d last seen not only on his cat, Lenny, but on the girl he’d been with.  “Candy?  Is that really you?”

“Yeah.  Did you have fun?”

George looked confused again.  “Fun?  The last thing I remember you were a tiger girl and turning me into your dress.  Then nothing until now.”

Candy looked shocked.  “But...  You...  I figured when you said that being my dress would be fun, you knew...  I mean, you’d just been a cat-bed for two days.  Surely you knew...”

George shook his head.  “I was just a cat-bed.  Once the change ended, my mind... fft.  Gone.  Being a mouse is one thing.  They’re not very bright, but you can at least remember.  Objects can’t think.”

“Awww.  I thought you were having a blast.  I wore you everywhere.  My dress, my bra.  A couple of times as my pasties...  Mostly as my hair ribbon the last while, after I nearly lost you after taking you off on stage.”

“Wait... On stage?  I thought you were a waitress.”

Candy leaned over him, her huge breasts swinging heavily.  “I can knead myself into any shape I like.  Waitressing... pfah.  These babies can really bring in the cash.”

George stared at them, mesmerized.  “They’re amazing.”

Candy giggled.  “And they’re all thanks to you.”

“I wish I could have felt all that.  It sounds like you had fun.”

Candy stood, then flopped onto her back on the bed.  “I wish.  After I changed, I had all the attention I could want.”

“As a tiger-girl?”

“Hah!  No, I’m not crazy enough to do that... in public.  I did go a bit over the top.”

George carefully climbed to his feet, then sat on the bed beside Candy.  “And this isn’t over the top?”

That got another giggle.  “Oh, you should have seen it.  I must have looked like a cheap hooker.  I could get just about any guy I asked to come home with me...”  She sighed.

“And then Lenny...” George said, recognizing that sigh.

“And then Lenny.  Mice, every last... no, one turned into this giant fucking rat.  Honestly, I think Lenny got that one right, he was slime.  The only action I’ve had in the last six months has been your thrice-damned cat.  More than just that one night, too.  He got randy about a month in, and...  Meow.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but... you turned me into a dress.”

Candy pouted.  “Yeah, I know.  I finally figured out how to get some peace, though.”

George was suddenly attentive to something other than the massive tits beside him.  “Oh? Do tell.”

“I turned my Christmas date into a female cat in heat, one with lots of stamina... and normal eyes.  My changes have been lasting six days on average, so Lenny should be distracted a few days yet.”

“Wait, it’s not even Christmas?”

Candy sighed.  “I’ve been a very naughty girl.”  She hopped into George’s lap, grinning at his surprised look, and the way his rising erection poked at her thigh.  “Does Santa have anything for me?”

George said the first thing that came to his mind, “a swat on the rump.”  Candy laughed, so he flipped her over, and did exactly what he’d just said.  Her squeal made him laugh, and he swatted her a few more times for good measure.  When the kneading started and the familiar tingling spread up his leg, he figured he’d gone too far.  Except... Candy was sounding more excited than annoyed.  And instead of feeling weaker, he was feeling stronger.

George hesitated, his hand raised over Candy’s pinkening rump.  She looked smaller, somehow.  The whole room did.

“Don’t stop naaaow!” pleaded Candy.  “I’ve been a reeeeally naughty girl.”

George chuckled deeply.  “Then you’re going to get your bottom tanned.”  He started smacking at her rump in earnest, until it was glowing bright red.  Candy’s squeals were intermingled with moans of pleasure.  And she kept on kneading.  George didn’t think she was aware of it, but he was.  The room kept getting smaller around him, until he had to slouch so his head didn’t touch the ceiling.  When even that stopped working, he picked Candy up off his knee and stood her on the floor.   “I think you’ve paid for your sins, little girl,” he said in a deep, booming voice, emphasizing the size difference.

Candy stared up at him in awe.  He was half-reclined on the bed and still towered over her.  His legs were wide apart, one foot nearly to the entry door, another blocking access to the bathroom.  And right in front of her was the biggest erection she’d ever seen.  It was longer than her forearm, and so thick that when she gripped it with both hands and started to stroke, her fingers didn’t meet.

George groaned with pleasure, then felt his foot touch the door.  “Stop that!  We’ll wreck the place if you make me any bigger.”

Candy pouted, then her hands went to her chest and started kneading.  As George watched, stunned, she started to shrink.  He scooped her up and sat her on his belly, watching as she dwindled until her torso was about the size of his cock.  “What do you think you’re going to do, little morsel?”

Candy giggled, and turned away from that enormous voice.  With glee, she snuggled up against his penis, wrapping arms and legs about it, rubbing her entire body against it.  George groaned, and slumped back on the bed under her assault, praying that she wasn’t changing him further.  He felt her body shift against his shaft, and looked down once more.  She was barely able to make her arms meet around it, now.  Panicked, he looked about, but he hadn’t grown.  She’d shrunk even further.

“Little one, if you keep that up you’ll shrink away to nothing.”

Candy started, then looked up at George once more.  She stood to her full height, and came face to face with the hood of his penis.  “Oooh, my.  I want this thing in me.”

“That’s not possible!  It’d split you in half.”

Candy was kneading at her belly in earnest, and her whole body started looking soft and pliable.  Her pussy was growing far huger than it should be for such a tiny person, bigger even than it had been before she’d started shrinking, then bigger yet.  It looked like her whole belly had been converted.  “Pick me up!”

George shook his head, but did so.  He could barely feel the weight of her in his hands, and set her gingerly on the tip of his shaft.  Candy wriggled and squirmed and much to his amazement and her cries of pleasure... she fit.  Barely.  Her whole body was stretched around his shaft like so much rubber.  She started rubbing her arms up and down her stretched-out body, creating the most amazing sensations as her body tightened against his.  George couldn’t help it, he grabbed her tight and started to pump.

It was Candy’s turn to cry out in astonishment.  Under George’s assault her body smoothed out further, and before long both cried out.  George’s stentorian bellow nearly drowned out Candy’s tiny wail of pleasure.  And the gushing white goo that came out of Candy’s mouth silenced her even more effectively.

When George could finally focus once more, he felt his hand still curled tight around his softening shaft.  He blinked, and peered down at it.  Where was Candy?  All he could see was his penis... except for the head.  Where the tip of his shaft should be, was instead Candy’s head.  And she was looking as stunned as he was.

“Oh my God.  Candy, what happened to you?”

“You did, you lunk.  When you grabbed me, I couldn’t stop kneading, so the changes kept going.”

He ran a finger down her cheek, to her neck, and on to his shaft... there was no seam.  “Where’d the rest of you go?”

Candy wriggled, and his whole shaft squirmed.  “I’m part of you, you giant lunk.  And I don’t have arms any more.  So I can’t knead myself back to normal.”

“So we’re stuck like this?  For six days?  Candy, I don’t think I can hold it in that long.  I’m going to have to pee sometime, and...”

Candy’s expression of violent disgust made George chuckle.  “It’s not funny!” she wailed.  “I can’t!  Please say you don’t have to go right now.  I couldn’t.”

“Not right now.  But it won’t be long.”

“No!  No no no no no!  I...  Rub me against your belly!”

George dutifully did so, and to his amazement Candy started to change once more.  But instead of becoming more human, she became even less so.  She and his shaft turned translucent and purple.  Then to his even greater amazement, she came off in his hand.  George stared down at the blank spot between his legs, then back at the purple phallus in his hand.  Candy’s face had vanished as part of the change, disappearing into the purple gel of the phallus.

“Well, crud.  Now what do I do?”

The purple dildo twitched and writhed in his hands, startling George into dropping it.  George sat up to try to find it, bonked his head hard on the ceiling, and cursed.  He reached around blindly, and eventually picked the phallus up once more.

“Can you hear me?  Twitch once if you can.”

The purple thing buzzed in his hand, and George grinned.  Their very one-sided conversation confirmed that Candy could hear but not see, that she wasn’t annoyed, and that she really, really wanted to be used.  George wasn’t quite sure how that could work, but he rubbed the tip of her in about the right spot and soon enough felt a familiar tingle.  When he plunged it into the sheath that it had formed for itself, his moan of pleasure vibrated the doors in their frames.  George plunged it in and out, feeling the tingle of transformation course through his body.  With a tiny part of his attention he realized that he was shrinking, and went along for the ride.

As George dwindled, his cries became higher and higher pitched, until it sounded more like a woman’s than a man’s.  About then, his fingers slipped off of Candy’s shaft and she burrowed more deeply inside.  George moaned in disappointment, then in pleasure as Candy’s internal ministrations sent fresh tingles to his breasts.

George stared down at himself.  He was normal sized once more.  And he was very emphatically not a “he” any more.  Two breasts fully as big as Candy’s were bouncing on his... her chest.  She grabbed them in delicate hands and started to knead, growing overwhelmed with pleasure as the tingling grew more intense.

George experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.  She tried to cry out, but nothing emerged from her mouth.  Panicked, George tried to sit up.  Her arms and legs felt wrong.  Not even paralyzed, they felt... soft.  As if the muscles had been replaced with air.  She managed to crane her neck, and in the mirror beside the TV saw an amazingly lifelike lovedoll lying on the bed, staring back at her with eyes growing glassy.

George fell back to the bed as the wriggling and vibrating inside her grew more intense once more.  Her last coherent thought was disappointment that this would only last six days.