Olly could not believe the sensations he felt. It was like doing this for the first time again, but even stronger. Through his mewlings and moans, he suddenly recalled what he'd seen male cats do from time to time. They could reach near impossible places with their nimble bodies.
"Could I..." Olly started mentally, already half committed. He started to lean forward, feeling his spine move with him. It felt like the vertebrae were different and his legs started to spread out a little wider, as if on instinct. His rough, sandpaper tongue licked his nose in anticipation as he got closer and closer. And then...suddenly there he was, half curled in on himself, nose to nose with his own new feline member. "...Do it?"
Her certainly could and he did. All at once, his tongue found the spiked tip, and his lips closed around it. Olly's eyes rolled back in his head, all self-awareness forgotten as he gave into the sensation and the strangeness of the whole situation. He didnt even notice the collar warming on his hand, nor the soft scrawling of letters on his collar, spelling out his name. Ollys mind was a blur of emotions and sensations, lost as he neared his climax, not noticing that the fingers that had grasped his member a moment ago were far more stubby and that his shoes were a lot bigger on him...