Dr Pershing's last visit.

(Author's note: Might add other visits later that happen before this one, but this is how Dr Pershing's night ends.)

Dr Pershing entered the last room on his list, of one Aileen Breda who'd broken her nose and parts of her orbital bone in an accident, and padded over to the single occupant's bed, suppressing a yawn as he pulled out the last of his syringes, checking for air bubbles and pressing a bit of the solution out the tip. He'd saved so many patients this night, one injection after the other taking care of injuries and illnesses that would have taken weeks to heal or would at best be suppressed, and Aileen would be the last. At least for tonight.

Putting the tip of the syringe against the plastic tube leading to Aileen's arm, Dr Pershing pushed it in - only to misjudge the needed strength, tired as he was, and pricked himself with the needle. Gritting his teeth to suppress a sound of pain, he made sure to administer the dose properly with the next try, seeing the slightly milky agent flow down and into Aileen's veins. Knowing of its wondrous capabilities, Dr Pershing smiled, even with the slight pain throbbing in his finger.

As he padded back out, Dr Pershing sucked his finger gently to still the bleeding, his slightly rough tongue lapping against the digit. Knowing it, too, had changed was not exactly calming to the doctor, as every change brought him closer to being unable to help any more patients. Looking up and down the dimly lit corridor to check for any orderlies making their rounds, Dr Pershing then made his way back towards his office, gently massaging one of his lower breasts - the shapely orbs had been sore all day and night, but now they downright ached.

The soft movements against his sensitive tit where not without effect, of course, eight thick nipples slowly stiffening, and Dr Pershing took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he breathed out again in a sensual sigh. And froze when he opened them again. The light was so much brighter now, had someone switched it on? Was someone coming?!

Dr Pershing's ears twitched as he tried to listen for footsteps, but there was nothing. No one. Hazarding a look at the lights, he saw that they were indeed off, and his brows scrunched up in confusion. What was...

"Uh-oh." Turning his head to look at his reflection in one of the outside windows, Dr Pershing could see exactly what he had feared. "Oh no..."

It was still Dr Pershing's androgynous body, with its small, pert tits, his slightly swollen hips and thighs, even the face was still the same - not quite his old one, but not so changed that it was easy to tell. But the eyes, sparkling in the light of the city outside of the window were far from human. There was no more white, the entire orb instead a feral yellow, with a catlike pupil that was dilated so far as to almost look round again, taking in what light there was to make Dr Pershing able to see as if the hallway was brightly lit.

"The solution... it must have accellerated..." As Dr Pershing watched, he could see his ears become more and more pointy as they inched up his head, flicking and twitching - and swivelling into the direction of steps coming closer. "Agh!"

Dashing off towards his office, away from the steps, Dr Pershing panted as his breasts jiggled and jostled under his clothes, the rubbing of his nipples against the fabric feeling somewhere between lust- and painful. He could feel the effects of his own solution beginning to build, even the tiny amount that had gotten into his system enough to kickstart the slow transformation that had started due to his relations with Phoebe.

When he finally reached his office, pushing the door closed behind himself, the relief of his nipples no longer being stimulated way too roughly making them stiffen with a vengeance, eight thick points tenting Dr Pershing's shirt as he felt his barbed cat cock follow suit, slowly swelling out of its sheath. Dr Pershing was panting with lust, no longer exertion, knees weak and knocking together as he leaned against the door at his back, hands rising to first open his fly and pull down his pants and then lift his shirt, entirely powerless to resist the pleasure of the transformation.

"Mmnnngh~..." Biting his lower lip and feeling it swell between his teeth as they began to grow into fangs, Dr Pershing pushed his shirt up until his eightuple breasts were freed to heave and bounce in the air. The nipples capping them were achingly stiff and throbbing, begging to be touched and pinched and pulled, a wish Dr Pershing was only too happy to fullfil. "Aannh~..."

As he palmed his breasts, hefted them to let them drop to feel and see them jiggle, played with his many nipples and pushed his breasts together, Dr Pershing could feel them grow heavier even as he saw them grow bigger, soon actually brushing against each other without added help from the doctor. The sensations didn't help with his downstairs situation, shaft now fully out of its sheath and brushing against the swell of Dr Pershing's lowest pair of breasts. Which was fortunate in that he now didn't have to stroke it, hands already overwhelmed with the sheer amount of breasts all over Dr Pershing's front.

"Oh noooooh~..." Of course, his face and breasts weren't the only things that were changing about the good doctor. His voice was slowly climbing the octaves, becoming a lustful purr as Dr Pershing staggered forwards towards his desk, widening hips and swelling thighs making it hard to walk. "I w-won't be able t-to... help if I'm... oaaanh~!"

Precum oozing from his barbed, swollen rod made Dr Pershing's lowest boobs nice and slippery, allowing him to slip his cock between them with ease for even more stimulation as he turned and flopped against the table, expanding ass helping to cushion the impact rather effectively. Jaw hanging slack as he mewled lustfully, Dr Pershing almost doubled over in pleasure as his hands danced over the multitude of breasts covering the entire front of his torso, the toes of his naked feet curling as his hips bucked lightly, driving his shaft between Dr Pershing's breasts.

Until a knock at the door to his office made him freeze. Of course, the lust coursing through his body was still overpowering, but the fear of being caught like this, the possible consequences... Dr Pershing's heart thundered in his ears, the latter now large and pointy and situated entirely on top of his head.

"Hello?" The muffled voice from behind the cheap plywood of the door, however, helped considerably in calming Dr Pershing down. "Alex? Are you there?"

"Phoebe?!" Dr Pershing's heteromorph girlfriend took the doctor's gasp of surprise as an invitation to enter the room, gaping at her lover as she closed the door. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"It's way past midnight. I was lonely!" With a grin like the cat that got the milk, Phoebe closed in on Dr Pershing, pushing together the six breasts on her front in a display that would have been far more seductive if she hand't been wearing an oversized hoodie to hide them in the first place. "And oh my god, just look at you!"

"I... I mean..." Panting softly, Dr Pershing couldn't help but begin to fondle his growing breasts again, lust that had been doused by fear of being caught now fanned by the memories of what Phoebe did to him on the regular. "I can't... can't...?"

"Can't think?" Stepping between Dr Pershing's shapely, splayed legs, Phoebe cupped his cheek and rubbed the much more pronounced bone with her thumb, leaning in until their hot breaths mingled, their rows of breasts pushing into each other. "But I can. You look so sexy, Alex. So fuckable. Your face alone makes me go into heat. And your huge tits... that ass!"

Grabbing Dr Pershing's expanded behind and pulling him against herself roughly, Phoebe ground their crotches together, erect dick against tumescent cock, eliciting a deep moan from both of them before Phoebe pressed her lips against Dr Pershing's, kissing him deep and hungry as he gyrated his hips to rub his cat shaft against Phoebe.

"You were perfect before, but now you're irresistible!" Hearing the sheer desire in Phoebe's voice made Dr Pershing's lust go into overdrive. For someone to want him like that... it had always been his weak spot. Every time Phoebe murmured into his ear with a voice like that, he became putty in her hands. "Do you want me to, Alex? Do you want me to fuck you right now, right here, on your own desk?"

"Uh-hunnh~..." Holding on to Phoebe's shoulders, Dr Pershing rubbed his body against hers, head tilted back slightly as he panted and began to slip out of the "doctor" part of his personality that every one of his colleagues knew him as and into the other one that only Phoebe got to see. "Fu-fuck me... Fuck this naughty kitty, Phoebe..."

"As you wish..." Murmuring softly, Phoebe began to kiss Dr Pershing again, slowly dropping her pants and pulling off her hoodie, necessitating a brief break in their kissing and revealing six plump breasts and a massive, throbbing dog dick with an impressive knot that stood in stark contrast to her soft, shapely body. "Just don't blame me if they hear you. I know how you get when I rail you..."

"Don't care." Panting breathlessly, Dr Pershing helped Phoebe undress, heart thumping in his ears and throbbing in his nipples and cock. "Look... look at me. They'll know. Not mmh... Not much difference if they cat-catch us..."

"I don't mind either way," Phoebe replied as she gently pushed Dr Pershing backwards until he was lying on his desk, lab coat spread out under him, and began to kiss her way downwards, from his lips over his jaw and neck. "As long as... you enjoy this... to the fullest."

"Mmyesss~..." Hissing in pleasure as Phoebe kissed his clavicle, then the swell of his left upper breast, Dr Pershing used one hand to caress his lover's short, curly hair while the rest played with some of his boobs that were woefully unattended. "I alw--always do. You make me feel... aanh~, incredible every time."

"I do my best... every time." Moving down in a zigzag, kissing each and every last one of Dr Pershing's many fat tits and sending shivers of lust through his body, Phoebe made her way down to where the cat morph's barb-covered rod twitched and and throbbed. Grabbing it gently with one hand and giving it a few pumps, Phoebe smiled up at her lover seductively. "After all, just because non-morphs don't understand how fun our new bodies are doesn't mean we can't take full advantage of them."

"Uh-huaaooh~..." Phoebe's hot mouth on his trembling shaft made Dr Pershing arch his back as his legs twitched, the dog morph's full lips sliding over the multitude of tiny nodules making Dr Pershing twitch and writhe lustfully. Somehow, his latest transformation had left him even more sensitive. "Oh-Oh! Phoebe!"

"Mmfmh~..." Staring at Dr Pershing through his valley of cleavages with smoldering, lustful eyes, Phoebe bobbed her head slowly, languidly a few times, tongue lapping up the salty pre bubbling from the tip before briefly popping her lover's straining shaft out of her mouth. "Yesss, kittycat. Say my name. Say how much you want me. Beg me to fuck you."

"Phoebe. Phoebe!" With the dog morph diving back down, Dr Pershing dug both hands into her hair, fingers curling and caressing Phoebe's head as Dr Pershing wrapped his well-formed legs around her back. "Oh god! Phoebe! Y-your tongue... Ah! F-feels so good, I... Phoebe, you--oh god, please! Yes, r-right--nyaaah~! Phoebe, please, I... you're s-sooooh~... Yes! Haaannh~... Oh fuck! Please, I feel so... this is incredible, I... please, Phoebe! Please, I n-need you-- oooaaanh~! Need you inside of me! Please, Phoebe! Fuck me! Pound me! Knot me!"

"Now that is what I like to hear, kittycat." Chin and lips slick with saliva and precum, Phoebe stood up, Dr Pershing's legs rising with her shoulders until they framed the dog morph's sextuple breasts as Phoebe rubbed her shaft against her lover's crotch. "Feel that? How hard you make me? How slick with pre I am just from hearing you beg like that? God, you turn me on, Alex..."

Bringing one hand between her legs to aim her bestial shaft, Phoebe prodded against Dr Pershing's sphincter gently, but insistently, and the cat morph felt himself react almost instantly, relaxing the muscle purely on instinct to allow his lover to push inside. The fullness was as overwhelming as it ever had been, and when Phoebe could be sure that Dr Pershing was taking her with ease - as usual - she rammed the remaining two thirds of her iron-hard rod inside of her lover until her knot bumped into his voluminous ass.

"Meeeooooowwwlll~!" The howl was almost animalistic in its unabashed pronouncing of pleasure, Dr Pershing arching his back as his arms spasmed uncontrollably and his legs shook where Phoebe held them against her body, grinning down at the way the cat morph shrieked in bliss. "Ah--ah--myaaoowh~!"

"You're so damn sexy, Alex," Phoebe murmured, leaning forwards to catch the panting cat morph's lips in another kiss, tongues dancing together between sharp fangs. Dr Pershing showed remarkable flexibility he had not possessed before, his legs simply folding backwards until they were positioned at the sides of his body, fully extended and shins pressed against his shoulders. "I love you so much, kittycat."

"I l-love you too," Dr Pershing gasped, feeling the weight of his increased bust and that of his lover bear down on him - but it didn't feel oppressive in the slightest, instead making the cat morph feel safe and secure, so he wrapped his slender arms around Phoebe and raised his head to kiss the dog morph once more.

As their hot breaths mingled, Phoebe began to slowly thrust into Dr Pershing, slow and strong, rocking his body when she bottomed out, a dozen soft breasts swinging, jiggling and brushing against each other, the stimulation making the morphs' heads swim with pleasure. Dr Pershing could feel his lover's fat, fuzzy nuts slap against his ass, reminding him how much more curvy he'd gotten - but that was entirely secondary now.

What mattered was the way Phoebe spread Dr Pershing's ass open again and again, the swell of her pointed rod pushing against his prostate and milking drop after drop of pre out of his trembling, barbed cock where it was sandwiched between Dr Pershing's lowest breasts, making the cleavage incredibly slippery, which in turn increased stimulation and the flow of Dr Pershing's pre in a lustful, ever-rising cycle.

"Oh god, you f-feel so big... inside of me..." Every time Phoebe bottomed out, it knocked the breath out of Dr Pershing - and as if that wasn't enough, he could feel his sphincter begin to stretch and adapt, taking in ever more of the dog morph's knot. The anticipation of soon taking it all made sure Dr Pershin was panting helplessly, gazing into Phoebe's eyes with pure desire in his eyes. "But I know you... c-can do more. You--ah! You've done more! Come on, Phoebe! Knot me already!"

"Working on it... kittycat." Growling softly, Phoebe bent down to nibble on Dr Pershing's neck, making him moan deeply and dig one hand in her hair before she straightened again, face inches from her lover's. "You're not... making it easy. You're so tight!"

"Oh yeah?" Biting his pouty lower lip, Dr Pershing gazed up at Phoebe with equal parts mischievousness and lust - before flexing his abdominal muscles to clench down on Phoebe's enormous, straining shaft. "How's this thennnnh~..."

"Uunngh~... you little minx!" Grinning, Phoebe pulled back slowly, further than before, and hammered her rod back in, forcing almost half her knot inside of Dr Pershing, forcing an animalistic yowl of lust out of him. "Seems like I need to punish... my cheeky kittycat!"

"Yessss!" Hissing with pleasure, Dr Pershing clawed at Phoebe's back and gyrated his hips as his lover sped up, intent on battering the last resistance aside and push the entirety of her knot into the cat morph. "Give it to me, Phoebeee~! I've been a naughty kitty! Punish me! Ravage me!"

Phoebe silenced the babbling pleas with another hungry kiss, hammering away at Dr Pershing's sphincter, gripping her lover's lower legs tightly as she went ever deeper, pre squelching around the tight seal of the cat morph's ass, until finally, her distended knot slipped inside, putting a halt to the frenzied pace. Panting and moaning, Phoebe grinned down at the flushed face of Dr Pershing, his puffy lips pulled into a wide 'O' of pleasure as he panted and mewled, pre streaming from his barbed cat dick in a steady flow as Phoebe's throbbing knot pressed against his prostate.

"How's that... for punishment?" Short little jabs elicited little gasps from Dr Pershing as he pulled Phoebe tightly against him, hips bucking and twitching helplessly. "Hm, kittycat? Lost... your words?"

"Nuh-nuh-nuoooh~!" With Phoebe's knot pulling at his insides, Dr Pershing indeed had, no matter how much he tried to deny it. "Nyaaannh~..."

"Sounds like it to me... kittycat." Grabbing the back of Dr Pershing's head, Phoebe pulled the cat morph into another deep kiss as she bucked her hips, and Dr Pershing could feel her strain and swell inside him a little more with every tiny little thrust. "You never keep it together... when I knot you. Not once!"

"Ah! Ah! Annh~!" Toes curling next to his head, legs twitching and ass milking Phoebe for what she was worth, Dr Pershing was entirely lost to pleasure, squealing and moaning lustfully as his body moved on instinct. "Me-me-meeaaooow!"

"God, those shrieks... they drive me wild, kittycat..." Panting and growling, shaft swollen to the utmost, Phoebe hugged her lover against her, biting down on his shoulder as her swollen nuts gurgled and roiled. "I can't... hold back, I'm..."

"Maaoooowh~!"

"Awwoooooh~!"

Twin animalistic screams filled the office as Phoebe exploded inside the cat morph, flooding Dr Pershing's insides with her plentiful swimmers, making him writhe and twitch in pleasure as his ass worked to pull her deeper inside, sucking up every last drop she could give - and blasting his own cum between their multitude of tits, sticky whiteness oozing out between their magnificent busts.

Shivering and groaning, Phoebe finally collapsed down onto Dr Pershing, even with her oversized dog dick still straining and oozing jizz, and the lovers shared a breathless, sloppy kiss in the afterglow.

(Author's note: And there we have it, it's like Dr Venkmann predicted. Cats and dogs, living together. Mass hysteria.)