Start by transforming your first catboy

Long ago you decided that since Doe was the first catgirl there would be symmetry in making her brother Patrick the first catboy. You had almost given up on that idea - and now Renee has given birth to a male catboy, so Patrick won't truly be first... still, you can and will make him the first man you've transformed. As with Alice, before you change him you intend to both acquire more information and reveal to him what you've done, what will become of him and your plans. Once upon a time the man who trained you as a life mage warned you about the dangers of gloating, but surely that's a moot point when the person you're telling will lose their memory.

With Alice moved to a side chamber and knocked out with a sleep spell you bring in Patrick. Not taking chances you hit him with an enfeebling spell that leaves his well-muscled form strong enough to stand, but capable of little more than that. You wrap the truth spell around his mind and start with the question that's been gnawing at you since you met him. "What's the story with you and your niece?" It's not the kind of question that the truth spell will **** him to answer, it's too broad. But it's a useful starting point and you can **** the details out of him after he tells you his story.

"Pretty simple - we were hiding out after the war and caught wind from a friend that for some reason slavers were looking for us. I figured we'd be harder to find if we moved here, to your country, that is. It worked well, for a while."

"I meant, hmmm, what kind of a relationship do you have with Emilie?"

"She's my niece and we lived in the same village. We're almost the same age, so we always used to hang out together."

This just reminds you how tricky the truth spell can be. Any wiggle room and the affected person can dodge a question. Though in this case his relaxed manner - considering the situation - suggests that he's not trying to deceive you deliberately. Time to try something more direct. "Was having sex her idea?"

"No." He looks a little surprised at the straight answer. Clearly Patrick is used to having a silver tongue. He recovers quickly enough and adds, "She always dresses like she wants it. You try being cooped up with a girl like her for months."

"You have wanted to have sex with her for a long while, haven't you? Since long before the war ended?"

"Yes. Yes... I mean we were always hanging out in town. And she's not one of my sisters."

And now one that's been bugging you for a long while - "How exactly can she be your niece?"

"She's... ugh, my father's sister's daughter and my mother's brother's daughter."

Ah - that explains it. In some places what you and your fellow citizens would call 'double cousins' are treated as being nieces or nephews rather than cousins.

"I never checked, is she Elisabeth's sister?"

"No, Elisabeth is my father's brother's daughter and my mother's sister's daughter."

"So there were two sets of three siblings and they all intermarried. Quite a tight little family tree. I take it that you would be allowed to marry a cousin but not a niece?" That's usually the way this goes - in places that call 'double cousins' nieces the church draws the line for **** there and there alone.

"Yes."

"But you didn't want to hear what the priests had to say?"

"What the hell do they know! So she's closer than a cousin, sort of. Big deal, she's still the perfect girl."

"And what did Emilie think about sleeping with you?"

He sighs. "She used to talk about running away and getting married, back when we were kids. But then she got more religious and by the time we actually could have run off she didn't want to any more."

"So how did you manage to sleep with her?"

"I got her drunk. She started getting a lot more into it once she was sauced. If that fucking slaver crew hadn't busted in then and there I bet I could have convinced her."

"Do you feel bad about getting her drunk or taking advantage of her?"

"No."

The way he says it is very telling. No strain, no hint of remorse. He's amoral and he'd gladly do anything to get in his niece's pants again. You decide to activate the mirror to show off your handiwork. Before you finish you hear a startled "What the...?" from Patrick.

Sandra has returned and Patrick is looking her up and down. Your red-furred mate laughs and does a slightly wobbly spin before leaning back against the door frame. Her white silken dress only serving to accentuate her lithe body and the huge pregnant dome protruding from it. "Hi there," she says, stretching. "Has master John told you about us yet?"

He tries to ask something, but cuts himself off with a surprised sounding "No".

"Oh, that'll be the truth spell," says Sandra. "Looks like John decided to include me in it this time. Fun!"

"A catgirl? How? Where are you from?"

"No, no, the truth spell only forces you to answer," says Sandra, licking her lips. "But yes, I'm a catgirl. It's all thanks to John and I suppose you could say I'm from here - this very mansion. Soooo - like what you see?" she asks with glee.

"Yeah," he replies. You got the mirror working back when Sandra started talking to him, but you're interested to see how this plays out. Sandra doesn't often show much interest in the captives until after they're transformed and she's never taken such a direct role in talking to them, but she seems to have decided that 'family' deserve special attention.

"You're wondering what I'm like in the sack, aren't you?"

At that Patrick grins. "Of course. Don't need a truth spell to know that."

"Well, sorry to break it to you, but I'm taken." She rubs her belly and smiles at you, her canines showing slightly. "But I bet you'll be able to find some willing pussy out there." She motions toward your mirror, now focused on the main hall and your selection of lounging catgirls. You spot Leshak sitting with some of them and Sandra's smile gets even bigger when you look back at her.

"Wow" he says, jaw dropping as the view through the mirror pans across the assembled catgirls.

"All thanks to John. He started it all with your sisters and now look at it - look at what the world's greatest mage has wrought!" Damn, your lover sounds like she does when Helena gets truly inventive with her rough tongue. You've got used to her presence, devotion and help over the months, but you have to hide your surprise at how she seems to worship your talents. "Would you like to see Doe? She was the first."

"Yes."

Interesting. Not even a hint of uncertainty. Patrick honestly does want to see what his sister looks like as a catgirl. You pan the mirror over until it centers on a familiar bed, Doe and Renee lying comfortably, their kittens sleeping in a fuzzy pile between them and a line of catgirls beside the bed, eager to help with whatever they need.

"Holy shit - it's them, it's really them."

"What do you think of their new bodies?" asks Sandra.

"Fantastic!"

"Now you really are an uncle, you point out, " zooming the view in so that the pile of kittens is front and center. He actually laughs at that. You go back to panning the view across the main room so he can take in the lithe beauties as they bathe in the afternoon sun. He looks awestruck, not revolted like so many before him have when shown their future form. In fact... yes he's hiding a serious erection. You tell him "The spell I created to transform your sisters erased their memory. The same goes for every catgirl but one."

"One very cooperative catgirl," says Sandra, making a slight curtsy.

"Amazing. So Alice?"

"Yes, she's recovering in that room over there."

"And you're going to do the same to Emmy and I."

"Yes. Now, I'm interested. You don't have any objections to my transforming of slaves into catgirls, do you?"

"No. Looks like a great idea."

"You don't even object to the fact I transformed your sisters. In fact, would you say they look better this way?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Do you dislike me for wiping their memories?"

"No."

"Do you dislike me for breeding them?"

"No."