Borger time

"Honey," mom said in her usual sweet voice whenever her children were upset or not talking.

You refused to answer, only opening your eyes to peer at the dirt and dried blood under your nails.

"I'm going to order from a fast food place, if you're okay with that, honey," mom said with a sigh. "If there is anything you want, please don't hesitate to ask, I'll get it for you."

Giving no answer, you close your eyes once more and snuggle deeper into the chair. After a few minutes, the car stops, you hear the window roll down. Then, as mom moves up, you smell beef. Delicious, fatty, decadent beef.

"You hungry?" mom asked with a giggle.

"No..." you lie, unable to stop the drool coming from your mouth, but glad you could hide it.

"Okay then, I guess you don't want your favourite burgers then," mom huffed.

"Favourite?" you sniff and think. "Do you mean... Five Futas?"

"Is that the name?" mom asked with a teasing tone. "I thought it was Carla's Jr."

"No!" you jump up to attention, eyes flung wide, eyeing the familiar clean design of your favourite fast food place. "Carla's doesn't smell nearly this good!"

Mom laughed and petted your head. "I know, honey, I know!" she smiles and opens the door. "You feeling good enough to come inside?"

You nod eagerly and rush out of the car and rush to the door of the burger place.

"Good afternoon, ladies, how can I help... you?" the cashier blinked a few times as she adjusted to the sight of you.

"Hello..." mom huffed in thought. "What to get... what to get...?"

"Can I order first, mom?" you ask.

"Sure, honey, I think need to remember what Crystal and Sarah want."

Eager to eat you hop forward and peek and the menu. Though the menu was simple, really only having ten options for main food, most being burgers with premium toppings or double the meat. Nearly, you recite your exact favourite kind of burger, but hesitate, recalling that were now some foods that disagreed with your new catgirl body.

"Can I have three large bacon cheese burgers, and a bacon vanilla shake please."

"Daina?" mom gasped and stared at you. "You want three of those burgers _and _a milkshake?"

"Yeah."

Mom blinks at you and chuckles. "My daughter seems extra hungry today!"

After you and mom put in the order, you are needed your ticket and sit down for a while. Mom talks to you and tries to make conversation, but you feel unable to listen properly, noticing that several of the workers and even customers are staring at you.

"...Sixty-eight!"

"That's our number, honey," mom smiles as she stands from the chair. "I'll get the car started while you get the food, okay?"

"Okay, mom!" you smile and stride over to the counter.

"Here you go," the girl grins and offer's you a wink. "Enjoy your burgers and drink, miss."

You blink as you take the bags and the milkshake and wander off outside before anything weird happens.

While mom drives you back home, you sip on the milkshake, enjoying the vanilla and the bacon flavour, tasting somehow even better than before. But then, sometimes, there was a strangely slimy bitter thing you would slurp up, where you would feel it stick to your throat. You didn't particularly hate it, or love it, though you did find that you were getting a little horny because of it. You guessed it was to do with being a catgirl, maybe there was some ingredient in there that has that effect on you, since becoming a catgirl.

When mom pulled into the drive, you and her walked into the house and set the burgers down, putting Sarah's and Crystal's burgers into the fridge for them to eat later. Both of you then opened the bags, seeing the typical overflowing of fries, and huge burgers wrapped in foil. Picking up the napkins, you find a strange piece of foil, wrapped into a square.

"What's that, honey?" mom asked as she unwrapped her burger.

You frown and unwrap the piece of foil, revealing a piece of paper with not one Instagram handle, but five!

Feeling your face flush, you pocket the paper for later and go about opening your own burger. Taking in the savoury meaty smell, you take no time at all to biting into it. Enjoying the flavour, you pause for a moment, when you taste a strange bitter sauce. It was similar to the shake, though because of the heat, it didn't seem to stick to your throat yet it still made you a little horny, your cock getting hard and your panties beginning to moisten. With each burger you finished and slurping up the rest of the shake, you found mind swimming with the images of all the men and women you saw that day, wondering what they thought of your features.

"Hey, I'm going to my room, mom," you say, rushing up the stairs before you could hear an answer.

Slamming the door shut, you pull up your phone and piece of paper from the wrapped foil. Quickly you tap in the names of the five accounts there, and breath heavily at see the slutty pictures of four futas and a femboy in posing for the pictures they posed, partying in skimpy dresses, displaying massive bulges in tight bikini bottoms, kissing guys and other futas, and so much more, all of it putting you on the edge.