Gazing at your reflection, semi-feline features adorning about your human femininity, a wash of ecstasy warms your being rousing a string of purrs that sounds your unabashed delight. You turn your head from side to side puffing out your chest and stretching out your arms and legs relishing the beastly muscle and physique your catty appearance offers, looking back with a grin as you paw at your swinging feline tail stroking its length to the fuzzy tip. Such caress elicits further arousal feeling your stroking touch send shivers through your tail up to your spine, pointed triangular ears standing on end as your purr deepens; mewing ecstatically as you stand on the tips of soft swollen animal toes. The erotic strangeness of feeling like a real cat plays at your loins unable to deny the fact that this bizarre transformation is making you hot and bothered feeling the heat of your pink petals glow and sweat with hungry need.
You sneak padded fingers down your fuzzy stomach slipping between your thighs, carefully rubbing your sensitive folds as you haven't learned how to retract those cat claws of yours just yet. Your whipping tail immediately starts to curl up behind hanging back as you lean towards the mirror and stick out your rump, chancing a thick digit or two through the sweltering gates occasionally wincing with light feline calls of discomfort with every accidental graze of your claws. But you can't help it; feeling like a real cat...becoming a real cat is the greatest turn on you ever felt.
The bedroom starts to fume with a perfume you partly recognize, the scent of your heat though now identifying animal pheromones that makes your personal musk pungent and intoxicating. Primal instinct tells you that you are truly a cat in heat and in need to mate. You start to fantasy the self-gratifying touch to your sex handled by the skilled hands of another, imagination quickly shifting from finger to tongue and so straight to fourplay and coitus. You try to picture your amorous mate but find it difficult to settle for one depiction shifting from a normal human individual, to one just like her now anthropomorphic and furry.
The closer you come to the climax you more you begin to see in the reflection of the mirror, as much as bedroom eyes lost to lust can muster, your fur starting to thicken over your exposed nudity, what remained of your human hide drowning in the coat of your feline fur. The faint human complexion your face retain creaks and pops crumbling away to the full frame of a housecat, your forehead giving way to a slight slant flattening to better mimic the real deal. It hurts your head for the moment feeling as if your brain is getting squeezed like a fruit, though the fiery explosion of your orgasm helps dull the minor ache.
The sheer jubilation in your cathood appears all that was needed to make you cum, your trembling handpaw having started the job pried away and working with the other to keep you propped against the wall. Your rest your furry cheek against the glass of the mirror aching to be brushing up against the mate of your daydream right now, imagining the wet nectar soaking the fur around your swollen sex being that of your doting and wild partner.
Breath shuddering at your afterglow you pull yourself away from the mirror and better observe yourself once more, the figure of a feminine feline beast now standing before her. You wonder if this would be the extent of your transformation running your handpaws over humanoid girlish curves while playing with your flickering tail and beastly paws. Your hair seems to survive the transition combing your locks with stubby clawed digits, running paws back down over your chest and the dangling shirt still covering what remains of her furry beauty. And despite the pleasurable rapture to her metamorphosis you feel your moist treasure still burning with attention and need, your animal heat doused but not gone rekindling every second.
You look back to the mirror and wonder...what exactly could happen next.