Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 2 by Rikadd Rikadd

What Happens Now?

transformed×2

You stand before your mirror staring at your new form. Your face pales at the sight 'it can't be' you think. Before you is a cute girl with firm B-cup breasts, long crimson hair. But what is really frightening is the thin pointed ears patruding from the top of your head. A long tail extends from your posterior. There is no escaping the truth, you are a catgirl. Your phone chimes, you quickly look at it seeing a text from the same number as that witch that did this to you. It reads.

'by now you have noticed the other changes. You see, I put you in the body of your ideal woman. But you are such loser that your ideal woman is an anime catgirl! So on top of becoming permanent upon your being knocked up you will also be the progenitor of a new race on this world as all your children will share your beastial curse. LoL.'

"You have got to be kidding me" the words drip with frustration as they slip from your mouth. You continue to look at your reflection. Your fair skin is smooth and flawless. 'at least I have no fur beyond the bits on my ears and tail.' you think. Your tail sways involuntary manner that indicates a cat's annoyance. You realize that you are not in control of your tail as it moves in a manner that reflects your emotions. Your boxers no longer fitting your small frame fall to the floor, your now your nude in front of you reflected in the mirror. You are flooded with emotions, anger, sadness, frustration, lust. Worst of all she is right, the image in the mirror is your perfect woman. you feel a sense of shame as your body responds to it's growing arousal, your vagina quickly becoming soaked. you take a step back and sit on your bed, however unfamiliar with your new form accidentally sit directly on your tail. "Srrreeeow" you feline yelp of pain bursts from your lips as you jump to your feet. "Ow" you say as you rub the base of your tail. You sit down this time being careful to not sit on your tail, and take stock of the situation. First you need clothes, perhaps your sister or mother could help. Or at the very least their closets. Second you need to...? What? You don't know, how dose one deal with such a situation. Your so caught up in your thoughts you don't even realize that you have instinctually begun to play with yourself. Your left hand stroking your nipple as it massage your breast. Your right hand having found its home on your Pussy, your fingers gently stroking you clit. It isn't long before your curses effects bring you to the brink of orgasm before failing to push you over the edge. It is all to clear, you cannot cum by your own hand. You groan at this realization.

what's a catgirl to do?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)