Run

The only thing on your mind right now is the door leading outside. As you run amok through the office followed by a herd of unwanted admirers, you can't really spare a moment for planning. As you nearly tear the front door off its hinges to flee, you suddenly realize that going out in the open might've been a bad idea.

Everyone outside is also seemingly after your booty. The company parking lot isn't exactly highly populated, but even from fifty yards you can clearly see heads slowly, creepily turning towards you. No time to stop and worry though, the avalanche of coworkers is gaining on you.

You have no car, and public transport is out of the question right now. The one and only chance is to keep running. Your brand new body is stocked and stacked with stringy fitness to the last contour, but even that can't last forever.

Desperation whells inside of you as you sprint along the sidewalk. At first, everyone who sees you turns to watch, and soon begins to follow. The public eye in its entirety follows your every move. You're fully clothed but feel so very **** and bare.

After what must be half an hour, you spot an irregularity. Another herd of people prowling the streets. These don't seem to be following you, however. You investigate by running behind and overtaking the crowd. Now the source of this mob is clear: a young, lean but very, very sexy catboy, panting with exhaustion, seemingly under the same curse as you.

You engage in conversation, still in full sprint.

Sophie:"Hey, catboy! Seems you and me got the same issue, eh?"

Izzy: "W-w... wh-holy CRAP I'M NOT ALONE!"

Sophie: "Who are you, what happened?"

Izzy: "My name's Izzy, and I... *huff*, woke up like this today. Well, not exactly like this. Around nine my bod went... went to Hunkytown, so to say. And you... you can p-probably guess the rest."

Sophie: "Pretty much same, except I actually made it to my office. How long've you been running for?"

Izzy: "R...round two hours now, I'd say... Yo, you got a plan or anything? You know we can't go on like this."

Sophie: "No fucking clue. But... What if I distract our chasers for so long that you can make it to safety? Bunker down in some abandoned building while I take these guys around the block a few times."

Izzy: "Hey yea! And then I'll hang outta window to divert their attention while you climb inside."

Sophie: "Worth a shot."

Izzy knows a large abandoned warehouse within running distance. On the first chance he dives in through a semi-broken window, while the crowd predictably follows you instead. You are left running. Sweat finally starts to form, as the summer heat gets under your thick fur.

After twelve laps around the building, you begin to lose hope. Izzy stays true to his words however, and hangs out of a second story window, taunting the random assortment of maddened people while lifting up his shirt to expose his shredded abs.

Izzy: "Ey! Get a load of this hot piece of meat!"

The people turn towards him while you scale the wall using a trash pallet. With an acrobatic jump that no baseline human could feasibly achieve, you barely, just barely reach a second floor window and shimmy yourself through.

Working as quickly as possible despite his exhaustion, Izzy has managed to move heavy furniture over every door and window on the ground floor. You are safe for now.