Gives you more cat-like features

Feeling woozy in the head, you decide to pinch yourself. Upon feeling pain, you are convinced that what you're experiencing is reality. What's more, you accidentally draw blood with your new, almost talon-like nails.

Sophie: "Ouch! Geez louise, where did these spring from?"

As you hold your bleeding arm, you can see thick, brownish hair starting to form on the back of your hand. From there it quickly spreads up your arms and to your torso. Shivers of delight run down your back as a warm, caressing feeling blankets you all around.

Sophie: "Aahh! A-a... HUAAAGH!"

This heat turns to an intense scorch, which grips you from your skin all the way down to your bones and internal organs. You are **** on your hands and knees desperately gasping for air through the sizzling atmosphere.

The sweltering aura soon dissipates, leaving you exhausted. Exhausted, but by no means empty. Upon regaining your strength and stumbling back to your feet, you take another look at the mirror.

Sophie: "Wh- Whoaaa..."

Now you are the perfect amalgamation of human and feline. The intelligence and body type of humans, with all the secondary attributes of a cat, finely tuned to perfection and beyond. The wound that you accidentally tore in your wrist has healed itself perfectly - not leaving even a scar.

Smooth, sleek, sexy and salascious. Perky, proportioned and pretty. Smooth fur draped tightly across subtly defined muscles. The combined total sum of a fine lady and a wild beast, mixed together into a sacrilegious little package.

Sophie: "Rawr! I'm just beaming! F-fuck fuck fuck, I need a test drive with this body...badly."

You scurry back to your bedside and pull out a well-hidden box from underneath. From there you retrieve your trusty vibrator: hard plastic and simple electronics, well-worn and loved. Time to see just how much use such toys are for a feral goddess like yourself.

Massaging your nether regions clearly hasn't lost its novelty. If anything, it's much, much better. Like you had three helping hands down there, happily rubbing away. The transformation must've amped up your sensitivity by tenfold.

Sophie: "Hrrg! HRRNG-GYAH! Ha-... haaa..."

The orgasms feel at least five times better in a catgirl's body. Orgasms, in plural. You are consistently blessed with waves upon waves of scrumptious, lingering storms of pleasure. Your panties are soaked within seconds after release.

You can't help but purr in delight as your buxom body is rocked again and again with pure unadulterated pleasure.

Not only that, but your libido seems to have skyrocketed. Practically still wallowing in the throes of your previous spelunking, you're rearing to go again. This time you jam the vibrator fully through your tight muscular lips and turn the setting to full.

Sophie: "W-W-W-W-W-WwwHhOhhHOHhhhHOHHOOoouUuUuUuh! HRAAAAG!"

The **** of your scream is enough to break the bedroom window. It crashes down into thousands of sharp bits with a glassy clanker. Your vibrator fares no better. The feeble metallic mechanisms are compressed and contorted out of shape, while the thick hard plastic shatters when faced with the wrath of your convulsing innards.

Your mind slips away momentarily, and when you've finally caught up with what is real in this world, it's 10AM. The bedsheets are torn to shreds from your forcible, inadvertant clawing, and the bed frame itself feels like it's on its final leg. The floor is covered in glass shards, and there are puddles of your lovejuices even on the floor. But fuck if you don't feel better that you've ever felt!

Sophie: "Ha. Haha... HA!"

The realization of what you could do while in posession of an ultra hot catgirl body brings a smile to your face and laughter to your heart.

Sophie: "A-hahahahaa! Mwua-ha-ha-haa!"