You and your Master stay like this for a while, his clawed thumbs stroking tenderly across the soft black pads of your palms, his warm breath flowing against your whiskers in soft invisible waves. He softly squeezes your fingers in his before finally letting go of them to continue his work. You almost want to protest. But those thoughts soon flicker and fade away like the dying embers of a fire. He brings one hand down to the small of your back, right above the base of your tail, and runs the claws across the soft skin there in intertwined circles. It's almost orgasmic. Your eyes roll back in your head, and the purring in your throat turns to a deep needy rumble that fills your entire body. You want to give in, to grab him, to make him claim you right there, but your thoughts are too shot through with need to act on any of them, to do anything but arch your back into his fingers and let him keep scratching.
You're vaguely aware of your Master kneeling down now, as his head dips below your view leaving only his proud gleaming antlers visible through the haze. His other hand comes to rest against your calves, where the changes of your hips stopped before, the fur above meeting human skin just below the knee. He brings his index finger to his fanged mouth, licking the edge with a long, dextrous tongue that snakes around the talon to coat it in softly luminous saliva. He pulls the claw out, coated with an eerie blue glow, and presses its tip into your skin to let the magic into your blood once again. Arcs of lightning jump the gap between your legs. Wherever it jumps or lands, fur springs up beneath, and the muscles and bones start to stretch and shift. He lifts up your leg in his hand, forcing you to lean even deeper into the one at your back, deepening the scratches and pushing you deeper into your lusty haze. With quick, intricate motions over the surface of your calf and down to your ankle, your Master reshapes you once again. Your calves shorten, becoming even thicker as their muscle is pushed into a smaller space, while your ankle stretches and almost consumes your foot, becoming a third section of leg that forces you to arch your heels to keep balance. He grasps all around your foot and squeezes, pushing your toes together to become a set of paws, leathery black pads and retractible claws like your hands, but thicker, stronger to support your weight. The changes jump across to the other leg as he goes, like your body is a mirror image under his control.
Soon your legs are fully to his liking, the change fast and thorough as befits the handiwork of a godling. He continues his attentions at the small of your back, his fingers ranging further now, teasing the top of your tail, fingers darting out to caress the soft plush flesh of your rear, wandering eyes given form as teasing fingers. He doesn't stop even as he stands back up to full height, leaning into your neck to take a deep sniff of your rapidly changing scent, more feline and more feminine than ever before. A small thought in the back of your mind worries about his horns, but instead of getting in the way or catching, you see them arch out of the way as he leans in, as if they were branches being pushed aside. Gradually his wandering hand at your back slows its attentions, easing you out of the fog of pleasure back into the waking world, leaving an empty want inside that you pray he won't ignore.
Now that he has your full attention again, your Master speaks once more, the sound rumbling against the furred skin where you neck and shoulder meet. His voice is firm and deep, every syllable clear and pronounced, echoing in your mind even as he speaks aloud. You can't help but hang on his every word.
"You are almost ready, my kitten. You are doing wondefully. But there are some things left before you are done."
With that, he plants a soft kiss against your skin, makes you shiver with delight. You don't know what you've done to deserve all this, but you're forever grateful you did. And judging by the musk filling the air around you, so is your Master. You sneak a glance down at his nethers, still standing proud and tall, the curved red shaft glistening with arousal. You realize you're staring now, and when you look back up he's smiling hungrily, clearly having caught you looking. He speaks again.
"Not yet, kitten, but soon. First, let me make sure these are out of the way."
He points a finger at his antlers, makes a strangle motion with his fingers, and sends a green spark into them. The prongs immediately start condensing down, branches twining together one after the other, growing thicker with each new one captured, curling back and around until his thick, cervine antlers have become the thick, curved horns of a ram. Whatever he's about to do, you think, he wants to get in close to you-
He interrupts your train of thought by leaning into your chest and running that long, snaking tongue around a nipple, the nub perking up at his attentions. Every stroke of his tongue leaves it slightly thicker, longer, more sensitive. The skin of your chest and stomach turns bright white, fur creeping in from your limbs as he continues, switching back and forth between the two sides of your chest. You feel the sensitive areola below spread out as his tongue circles your nipples, feel the nerves beneath spreading through your pecs as a telltale tingle radiates outward. Your nipples are thick and puffy and sensitive now, dark black like the new pads of your paws and the feline lips on your face. He takes one of your teats fully into his mouth and begins to suck, tenderly at first. You coo at the feeling, softly and nervously bringing a hand to the back of his neck, afraid it might seem insubordinate, but he seems to move faster at the touch.
He starts softly biting at the nipple now, pulling carefully as he continues lavishing attention on them with his tongue. With each tug, the flesh beneath inches forward to fill the space, layer after layer growing to meet his lips as they dart from one side to another, tongue trailing between them each time, leaving trails in the soft white fur slowly claiming your chest and stomach. Soft breasts bloom into existence as he goes, plush yet firm to match your subtly muscled form, first mere buds of tissue, then A cups, subtle sensitve mounds taut against your form, but they keep growing. Soon they're fuller B cups, pliant enough that his mouth presses into their surface, the tissue beneath alight with his ministrations, sensitive and responsive as he clearly wants you to be. He cups your free breast in his strong hand, squeezing gently but just rough enough to make you shiver, the tender flesh sending lines of fire down your core under his grip. The growth slows, your breasts drooping slightly under their own weight, finally capping out at C cups that fill your Master's hands perfectly. He pulls his mouth away now, cupping your chest in his hands, planting one soft kiss on each of your nipples.
But then his hands wander down the fluffy white of your stomach, a few inches below your breasts, and brush against a set of bumps, then lower still to another pair. With a mixture of arousal and confusion, you realize you've sprouted four more nipples, and before you have time to think he bends down lower and lets his tongue continue its work. He goes faster this time, less reserved, clearly turned on by the changes now. He kneads and sucks and nips at the first pair as they rapidly blossom into another pair of breasts, still full but smaller than the ones above, reaching B cups before he moves down again to your final set, the movement sending teasing jiggles through your two pairs above. This time he bites down firmly on each nipple, a mixture of pain and pleasure that makes you yelp out. He follows his bites with a kiss and suckle at each teat, and two small A cups pop into existence almost immediately. Master reaches up and runs a hand down the side of your chest, jostling the side of your breasts one after another, making them bounce and press against each other, making you weak at the knees.
He leans down even further, his head level with your groin now, and with an embarassed blush you realize your human member is rock hard down there, right in front of your Master's gaze. You want to hide, to apologize, but instead he looks up into your eyes with a reassuring tenderness, quashing the fear immediately. He speaks again, never breaking his gaze into your eyes.
"Are you ready for the final act of devotion, my Kitten? If not, I can change you back, and never bother you again. If you agree, you will be changed forever, bound to my side. What is your choice, dear?"
Without a moment's hesistation, knowing fully what you're agreeing to, you answer him.
"Please, Master, make me yours. I want to be your Kitten."
His eyes sparkle with a genuine joy, one that makes you know you've made the right choice.
"Then let us begin, love."