As Olly's heart raced, he felt a particular pressure between his legs. Looking down he saw a very curious sight of his feline member poking from its sheeth. He blushed beneath his fur. He'd almost completely forgot the hardon he had earlier, and how horny turning into a younger boy had been. He'd imagined what he used to do, self-experimenting when he had been this age, but now, now he was a completely new and different being than that inquisitive boy. Not just mentally and emotionally but physically now. He had all the experience of his adult life, but now he was reliving his teen years in a completely new body.
Reaching a padded paw, he traced the strange part of himself. He knew what his normal penis felt like what his normal hand felt like, but this was completely different. The pads and fur felt so foreign now...the trace of his claws, and in turn, the hot flesh of the member, the strange spines on the tip like a cat had. He let out a little gasp, and began to stroke it in earnest. The feeling was sensational, just like what he remembered it, but amplified. His toes curled inwards as he rocked back, hand clasped and moving. Then....