Siamese Cat

LeAnn shivered in the purple glow. Her brown eyes turned pale blue, the pupils becoming vertical slits. Her ears migrated up the sides of her head to the top, becoming broad-based and pointed. Soft fur grew on every inch of her, dark on her face, ears and forearms, creamy white on the rest of her, at least what was visible.

"What are...what's happening to me..." she stammered as whiskers grow out of her lips and her nose turns up and her jaw tucks in.

"Rawr!" she exclaimed as a dark tail pushed its way out of her pants. She turned about, trying to find it, but it swishes around as if it has a mind of its own.

"Hello Kitty!" I said, and chuckled, stopping the process while she still had a semblance of opposable thumbs on her dark paws with their retractable claws. I knew I'd have to be a bit more careful with this creature, but I had of course programmed a means of taming her into her very DNA.

"Mrow?" LeAnn the cat said in confusion.

"There there, LeAnn," I said, approaching her cautiously. "There's a good cat. There's a pretty pussy."

"Rawr?" she said as I slowly raised my left hand to her. She sniffed tentatively. I gently raised my hand to the top of her head and stroked between her ears.

LeAnn stiffened, then melted, her eyes loosing focus. I stroked harder, between her cat ears and down her silky black Asian hair. She started purring.

"There's a pus. There's a pus-pus," I praised as I stroked. "Such a pretty pussy."

The kitty-fied woman began rubbing her body up against mine as I continued to stroke. She smiled almost drunkenly with her cat face and purred in pure contentment.

"Let's get those nasty clothes off you, poor pussy," I said as I fumbled with buttons with one hand and kept stroking with the other. She ducked under my chin and nuzzled into me with her head as I continued stroking and stripping. Once I got her completely naked, she got down on all fours and stretched, her tail swaying back and forth contentedly as I continued stroking her from ears to ass.

"Good Kitty," I praised. "Good Pussy. Good LeAnn."

I looked up at Mrs. MacArthur. She was eating a bunch of daisies that had been on her dinner table, chewing slowly and contentedly, staring at us without a thought in her head. The sight of my cow reminded me.

"Come LeAnn," I said. "Come get a treat."

I stopped stroking and the cat girl pouted, but she followed me to Mrs. MacArthur's kitchen on all fours and gave out a happy "Meow!" as I presented her with a big bowl of fresh landlady milk.

LeAnn began happily lapping at the creamy milk with her tongue, her tail swaying sexily back and forth. Mrs. MacArthur mooed gently and chewed her cud. So far, my device was working brilliantly!

I was excited and wanted to continue pressing my device to its limits. But then again, LeAnn was a very pretty pussy...