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Mummy's Little Pet
"I can't believe you," I said to my girlfriend, Theresa, after her
friends had left.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. As if she didn't know.
"I heard what you and your friends were saying about me, I'm not deaf you
know. About how I'm more like a pet than a man. How I'm more like your
little lap dog!" I argued with her.
"I didn't say that at all Dan!" she shot back at me.
"No, what was it you said again?" I asked "You know I don't like dogs,
he'd have to be a lap cat! Nice of you to stick up for me."
"If you were more of a man I wouldn't HAVE to stick up for you."
"IF I'M NOT MAN ENOUGH FOR YOU, WHY DON'T YOU FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME
THEN."
"Oi," we heard muffled through the walls, we'd apparently disturbed the
neighbours. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
Theresa looked at me teary eyed. "We were just having a joke Dan, I
thought you were bigger than that. Maybe you would make a better pet than
man."
She turned around, stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door. Well
looks like I wasn't getting any tonight. I proceeded to get the sofa
ready as a makeshift bed.
I went on to think about why I had got so upset. Admittedly, I wasn't
what most would call a "man's man." I wasn't short or skinny or anything.
I was 6"2 with a decent build. I was what most would call a "gentle
giant." I hated conflict and confrontation. I just couldn't rise to it.
If I could make other people happy I would. Maybe that's why Theresa's
friends saw me as a lapdog. I was always running round after her, getting
her what she wanted. But if she was happy, then I was happy.
The only thing that I hated was the way she took advantage of me being so
timid. She would regularly emasculate me in front of people, always take
the lead in the relationship and make me the butt of jokes when we were
out, knowing I wouldn't stand up for myself. This was actually the first
time I had confronted her about it.
I woke up the next morning with a strange sensation. I normally sleep in
just my boxer shorts, but this morning I had something round my neck that
jingled when I moved. I got up and looked in the mirror.
Someone had put a thick black choker round my neck. Hanging off the front
was a gold disc with "Kitty" engraved on the front and Theresa's name and
phone number on the back. Also attached was a little bell.
I was fuming. I tried to pull it off but it was like it was glued to my
skin. There was no buckle or anything for it.
"THERESA," I yelled to the bedroom. I stormed in and she wasn't there.
She wasn't anywhere in the house. She must have left early. What kind of
sick practical joke was this? I had to go to work. I tried phoning her,
but no answer. I ended up leaving her an angry voicemail.
Fortunately it was dress down Friday in the office so I should be able to
get away with wearing a scarf over it. I'll look a bit weird though.
I got ready in jeans and a hoody, wrapped a scarf over the top of the
choker in a way that would stop the jangling or at least muffle it.
I got into work after the short drive and sat at my desk. My friend Jonny
came over.
"Hey dude," he said (his usual greeting) "What's with the weird walk?"
"I wasn't walking weird." What was he talking about?
"Whatever, what's with the scarf indoors?" he asked. What was up with the
questions?
"I'm getting a bit of a chill," I replied. "I'm not feeling too good."
"You don't look too good either, you look a bit drained." That was
probably from sleeping on the sofa. "And are you wearing lipstick?" Had
Theresa put lipstick on me as well without me noticing?
I rubbed my hand over my lips, but nothing came off. I showed Jonny.
"Well they're looking very pink and a bit swollen as well mate, I think
you might be having a reaction to something."
Worried, I got up and walked to the men's toilets. I was walking weird.
Like I was putting all of my weight onto the balls of my feet. I could
walk normally if I consciously thought about it, but it felt really
strange. I got to the toilets and looked in the mirror.
My lips weren't just pink, they were a bright, shiny, neon pink. And
Jonny hadn't been joking about them being swollen, the looked huge. If
they were on a woman, some would call them dick sucking lips.
I was freaking out now. I pulled my scarf up over my mouth and went back
into the office.
"Jonny," I said, "I'm really not feeling good, I'm going to go home and
see if I can get in at the doctors."
"No problem mate, I'll cover for you. Get yourself away."
I got in my car and had to move my car seat forward slightly. Was it
slipping back? I tried phoning the doctors but there was no answer. What
was it with people not answering phones today? I had no choice but to
drive home.
When I got home I saw that my hoody sleeves were starting to bunch up
around my wrists. They're just stretched a bit. That must be it.
I had another look in the mirror, my lips hadn't got any bigger or
pinker, so that was something. Maybe I was fighting off whatever reaction
I was having. Then I noticed my hair. It was about two inches long when I
normally kept it closely shaved. This was easily settled though, I had
some clippers in the bedroom. Ten minutes later and I had near enough a
skin head again.
I turned my attention to food, I was starting to feel pretty hungry.
Although looking in the kitchen didn't help. It's not that I didn't have
any food in, I just didn't fancy any of it. I didn't know what I wanted,
all I knew that what I wanted, wasn't here.
I was just about to have a walk to the shop when I looked in my mirror
again. My hair was around two inches long again. Not only that but it was
pink! The same pink as my lips. My stomach started rumbling really badly.
I could sort the hair out later, but right now I needed food. I pulled my
scarf over my mouth and my hood over my head to hide the hair.
The shop was only a short walk away. But when I got there, I still
couldn't find anything that I wanted to eat. My eyelids started to feel
heavy and my vision went a little blurry. I was feeling light headed too.
I walked into a random aisle, filled my basked with random food cans and
went to the checkout.
"That'll be ?9.84 please," the checkout girl said. I reached into my
wallet and pulled out a ?10 note. Was it my imagination or were my
fingernails longer? "Keep the change," I said.
"Oh wow, cool eyeshadow" the girl said "Ya know, a lot of people would
freak out by a guy wearing makeup but I think it's kinda cool."
"Erm, thanks," I said as I quickly left.
Walking home, I noticed I was walking heavily on the balls of my feet and
my heels were right off the ground. Not only that but some pink hair fell
into my eyes and I could feel my hoody getting fuller and fuller as
something was tickling the back of my neck.
I burst in through my front door and stood in front of my mirror again. I
was wearing eyeshadow. Neon pink like my lips and hair but this was
glittery. I also had on thick black eyeliner and thick mascara, making my
lashes look incredibly long. I took off my scarf and hoody to view the
rest of the damage.
Long, thick locks of bright, neon pink hair fell down to my shoulder
blades. How was it growing so quickly. And why pink? Also, my entire
frame seemed slimmer and despite me standing on the balls of my feet, my
trouser legs were touching the floor. Was I shrinking? When I saw that my
fingernails were also bright pink, that was the straw that broke the
camel's back and I passed out.
I awoke on the floor. Surrounded by pink hair. How long was I out for? I
could feel something pulling down on from my chest. I could hazard a
guess at what but I didn't want to believe it. I looked at my arms and
saw that they were completely void of hair. My clothes felt so baggy on
me. I started to pick myself up as I was covered in a curtain of pink
hair. How long had it grown?
I looked in the mirror. The first thing to strike me was the hair. So
long and so thick. It fell down below my bum, but was so thick and wavy
at the same time with a sweeping fringe going acrosse my forehead. Girls
would kill to have hair like this. I had definitely shrunk. I felt like I
had lost at least a foot, but when I noticed that I was still standing on
the balls of my feet I realized that I must have lost more than that. I
was definitely shorter than 5 foot. My face had definitely changed.
Everything was softer, smaller, cuter. My lips, whilst still plump,
didn't look ridiculous, I just looked like I was pouting. My eyes had
turned pink and looked so big and wide. I essentially looked like a real
life manga girl.
I let go of my trousers to open my shirt, when they and my boxer shorts
fell to my ankles. My bum was small but bubbly and I was definitely a
girl now. The vagina with a thin strip of pink pubic hair confirmed that
for me. I quickly pulled my trousers back up with one hand while undoing
my shirt to have a look at my "girls" with the other.
They looked huge. Creamy white pink nipples. They looked bigger than
Theresa's and she was a C cup.
That was when I realised, despite everything else I was wearing being far
too big, the choker was still fitting snugly to my neck. No gaps or
anything. Did the collar do this to me? Does that mean Theresa did this
to me? I tried phoning her again, but still no answer.
I realised then that I hadn't eaten from earlier. I was starving. I
picked up the shopping bag to see what I had bought.
Cat food? All of it was cat food. Why the hell had I bought cat food? I
was just about to throw the can across the room in frustration when I saw
the picture on the front. It did look good. In fact, it was the only
thing I'd seen all day that I had fancied eating.
I walked into the kitchen (one hand holding up my boxer shorts still, I'd
given up on the trousers, I'd end up tripping over the legs), licking my
lips at the thought of what I was about to eat. I opened a can and poured
it into a bowl, mashing it up with a fork. The chunks of meat in jelly
looked like the most delicious thing I had ever seen. That was when the
strange got even stranger.
I put the fork down, pushed my my mouth into the bowl and greedily
chomped the meaty chunks down, licking the bowl clean. When I was
finished I felt that I had bits of food all around my mouth, so I licked
the back of my hand and wiped the food off using that.
That was when it clicked what I was doing.
I had eaten cat food.
I had eaten cat food, like a cat would.
I had cleaned myself off, like a cat.
I was wearing a tag marked "Kitty."
Was I turning into a cat? I couldn't be, how many neon pink cats do you
see running around.
That was when I could feel more changes happening. I ran back into the
living room to look in the mirror, my bell jingling madly as I did.
I felt it on my forearms first, thick, pink hair growing quickly, but
this was too thick to be hair, it was more like... fur?
The thick fur completely covered my forearms but left my hands and upper
arms clear. The same happened on my legs, between my knees and ankles.
More fur. What was happening to me?
I felt something warm gathering in the back of my boxer shorts. Had I
shit myself? It wouldn't have surprised me given what was happening to me
but no, this wasn't coming from my anus, it was coming from the base of
my spine. And it was furry. I pulled my boxer shorts down to reveal a
black, furry tail growing out of me. I tried to yank it off in but it was
firmly attached. And still growing. It didn't stop until the tip could
brush the floor.
I wasn't done yet though. I felt a tingling in my ears. I brushed my
thick hair back just in time to see my ears shrinking into nothing. I
went deaf they left only flat skin in their wake. It didn't take long for
my hearing to come back as two pointy ears, covered with black fur poked
their way through my thick pink hair. Cat ears. A slight itch in my eyes
as my pupils turned to black slits and that was where my changes stopped.
I didn't want to admit it, but I looked unbelievably cute. I looked like
an anime cat girl. I was a cat girl. There couldn't possibly be a better
term for what I had become.
I heard the message tone go off on my phone, my first contact with the
outside world since I'd spoke to the checkout girl. I went to where I'd
left my trousers and got my phone out. Maybe it was Theresa, maybe she
knew how this had happened and could change me back. I looked at the
message, it was from an unknown number. All it said was "UNDER THE BED,
KITTY."
What was under the bed? I ran into the bedroom and looked. There was a
small suitcase marked "Kitty." I pulled it out, put it on the bed and
opened it. Clothes. It was then I realised that all I was wearing was my
oversized work shirt.
I lifted the first item out. It was a frilly black tutu, with neon pink
laces and trim. I suppose a skirt of sorts made sense, I couldn't wear
anything now with individual leg holes because of my tail. I slipped it
on and tied the laces at the waist.
Next was a corset. Again black with pink laces and trim. I slipped it
around my waist and hooked it up at the front, my breasts fitting
comfortably in the cups. There was no alteration needed with the laces,
it fit my tiny waist like a glove.
Finally was a pair of platform pumps, with an eight inch heel. The
perfect height to fit the new arch in my feet. They were open toed to
show off my painted toe nails.
I knew all of this was wrong. I was Dan. The 6"2 gentle giant. Not this
petite little cat girl wearing a corset and tutu. Then I heard keys in
the front door. I ran to the living room to see who it was, my little
bell jingling away. Theresa walked in.
"Hey there Kitty," she said in a sing song voice as she walked over to
the sofa and sat down. I froze in terror. My girlfriend had seen me as
this little cat girl. I was embarrassed and terrified.
"Don't be scared Kitty, Mummy's not going to hurt you," she said as she
patted the area of the sofa next to her. I nervously walked across and
sat next to her.
"That's my girl, let Mummy give you a scratch behind the ears." That felt
SO good. A strange noise came from my throat. Was I purring? I didn't
care if I was. I pushed my head onto her lap and lifted my legs onto the
sofa so I was laying down, my tutu rustling all the way. Theresa started
stroking my thick, pink hair.
"You'll never shout at Mummy will you Kitty? Not like the nasty man who
used to be here. No, because you're my little Kitty Girl. My darling
little pet."
As she stroked my hair, I felt so relaxed as I purred away into a gentle
sleep. Ready to start my new life as Mummy's Kitty Girl.
Author's note:
I know, I know. Being transformed into a cat girl is little harsh a
punishment for answering back to your girlfriend, but this was always to
be about the transformation than anything else.
A bit different to my usual stuff, like always I hope you enjoyed it.
Especially you, Bunnygurl.
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