You slowly reach up to the laptop considering the need to fuel your catty tendencies and desire further with inspiring stories, but your flinch and freeze in place eyes beady as your body suddenly starts to tremble uncontrollably. Your hand gradually drops back to the floor as you stretch out your neck and lift your head, you lips parting open as you become compelled to voice your repressed feline urges, yowling sharply unrestrained. You feel little modesty or shame for how loud your mewing voice becomes, realizing your calls are those for other cats hoping to be heard; hoping to greet and mingle.
You need to be around other cats. You need to be a cat. You need...
A dull pain starts to creep down your back briefly silencing your yowling for a breathy shudder, fingers clutching the carpet of your floor tightly bracing yourself from the rolling pops of your spine pushing out against your skin. The sensation surges down above your rump sticking out and high as if to help the strange growth bulging outward, feeling the sweaty tip wiggle and sway as the thin rope of flesh and bone slowly lengthens more and more.
Sweltering beaming eyes radiate with glowing heat, piercing aimlessly in confusion and shock. Yet terror to your obviously growing tail isn't how you would describe the sensation even as you start to feel a trickle of sprouting hairs (fur) crawling from neck down your back and over your tail. Fright does figure in briefly as you take notice of other sudden changes happening, fingernails cracking and giving way to sharp feline claws; ears pulling out and above your head into triangular twitching shapes. But as your face starts to throb and pulse with nose and mouth partly pushing out into its short muzzle, growing fangs and rough surface tongue included with jetting fine whiskers, fear is the least emotion that fills you.
You manage to regain control of your limbs as tense rippling muscle relax, padding about almost in a circle as you try to take stock at your current transformed appearance mewing curiously. Your body remains mostly humanoid with legs too long to stand properly on all fours, elongating feet steadily molding into animal hindpaws, yet it still feels natural to be in this posture. Fur lightly coats your naked hide, soft and warm adding a unique content that makes you crave for your pelt to spread more...and yearn to brush your fur against someone intimate. You try to stand up on your hindpaws able to do so but with issues, your equilibrium no longer feeling balanced with your changed body.
You look down over your chest and stroke thick handpaws over your chest, your shirt still clinging to your upperbody. Your breasts feel odd as you rub the peering outlines against your clothes, uncertain exactly what the odd feeling means.
There is a mirror in your room that you quickly stumble to for a better look. You study your metamorphosis more efficiently seeing just how much of a catgirl you have become. You gaze into your reflection and peer into glowing slit pupil eyes, thoughts jumbled as you try to make sense of your sudden metamorphosis...and how you exactly feel about it.