Emma poured two shots, thought about it, and poured two more. Sitting down next to Morgan, she twirled the stiletto in one hand and tossed back the first shot with the other.
'I know why I want this - rubber, 'nuff said - but I don't get why you do. You've always been the aloof intellectual goth chick. Wanting to be a dumb aggressive nympho doesn't fit. And don't claim its all about the rubber for you too, I know I corrupted you with that, but I also know its not your obsession like it is mine.'
Morgan tossed back both her shots, and refilled the glasses.
'I guess it's the ultimate escape. I know I'll be happy and have fun, everyone who gets Cat Scratch does. This is about no more doubts and second guessing. Lying in bed at night crying because I am so alone. I wonder if I've ruined my life by making myself the nerdy goth girl. Would I have been happier if I had conformed to society? Would that have been better off if I'd been born straight? Did I make a mistake going the antisocial career route and studying computer science?'
'Not to mention existential dread. What is consciousness, what exactly comprises this little voice in my head that is me? If 'me' is my active consciousness, do I die every time I sleep? Is new separate 'me' created every morning when I wake, loaded with the memories of all of its predecessors?'
Morgan tossed back the second set of shots. 'Being smart and different never brought me any happiness.'
Emma said nothing, but put a comforting hand on her best friend's shoulder.
'You've thought this out for a while then. How are you going to do it? Me, I'm going to use this knife and start by letting out the big kitty titties.'
Morgan laughed. 'You know me, of course I have a plan for that. I read that electricity starts the transformation, but doesn't break the skin right away. They just start growing all over, skin getting tighter, until it all just bursts and the new sex kitten emerges.' She pulls out a compact taser from her battered old shoulder bag on the bar. 'This should do the trick.'
Emma drank her last shot. 'So do I strip, or do I burst my clothes?'
Morgan laughed. 'Bust out of 'em, you'll never wear clothing again after this.'
The goth girl jumped up. 'Wait, I have an idea. Not sure if we'll care after this but might as well try something. You know how you put in all those high def video cameras when you thought that girl was stealing money?'
Emma nodded. 'Yea, but I was right!'
Morgan started turning the cameras to all point at the spot where they had been drinking. 'We're going to record ourselves, from all angles.'
Emma smiled as her friend turned the last camera. 'Let's start the show!'
She stood and backed away from the bar. Her clinging tube top started right above her nipples, when bartending she tried to show as much skin as she could to make up for her small chest. She raised the slender blade, and grazed the tip across the width of her chest just above her top.
There was no blood. The thin line puckered and split. Soft crimson rubbery flesh bulged forth. Emma hands cupped her new tits as they ballooned and spilled out of the gap. The soft latex quickly overflowed her grasp, gaining a cup size a second. Her prominent nipples were a deeper red, bordering on black.
Her rib cage was expanding, making room for her blossoming breasts. Her old skin tore outward from the cut, splits widening under her arms. Her shoulders and biceps were tight and defined, human skin stressed by the powerful bulk swelling underneath.
Emma opened her eyes and looked back at Morgan. 'Like Morgan, this is the best! We were sooooo right!'
She dropped to her hands and knees as a thick shiny tail emerged from inside her skirt. her hips were widening, straining both her old flesh and her skirt. Her face was distorting, her forehead dropping and face pushing forward as the skull inside changed to that of a great cat. Her cheeks split outwards from the corners of her lips as a thick blunt muzzle pushed out of her human mouth.
The tears at her cheeks raced outwards, and her human face fell away, her cherished long hair hanging with the tatters of her scalp. The new feline's head was not bare however, copper colored latex strands, as thick as a pencil, fell from her new scalp. These were lengthening rapidly, racing out to match the length of her former human hair.
Her back split down the middle from neck to spine, the tight flesh on her arms and legs bursting as well as Emma bulked up. Her form was well muscled and long limbed; a blend of defined firm power and feminine softness. Her feet were the last to change, bursting like balloons as they were no match for the plate sized paws that formed inside them.
The new Emma stood, blinking her feline amber eyes. The tips of her ears came up a few inches shy of the bar's nine foot ceilings. She was buff, but not as much as many of the pictures Morgan as seen. This was the long legged lean power of a basketball player, not the typical bulk of SkinSplit transformees. Despite than leanness, her tits were still full gravity defying melons, and her hips feminine and fertile. Her waist was narrow; her tube top had survived and clung to her crimson latex flesh over her defined abs.
'OMG Smoke, Emma feels so good!' Morgan smiled at her friend using her old bartending nickname. Oversized handpaws grabbed her shoulders and Morgan found herself picked up and being squished against her transformed friend's ample chest. The goth girl was so turned on she could feel her juices starting to soak down her inner thighs.
'You smell so good too! Why did Emma never notice?'
Emma planted Morgan on the bar. The red kitty picked up the stiletto between a fat finger and thumb and sliced away the 'belt' around her waist that was her tube top and some of her former skin.
With a predatory gleam in her eyes, the rubber beast pulled down her best friends pants. A hard tug took her panties down as well, revealing Morgan's wet and ready sex.
'Emma needs a taste before Smoke makes herself all big and shiny.'
Morgan laid back on the bar as her transformed friend went to town on her cunt. The new feline's rough tongue hit all the right spots, for a formerly straight girl, the new Emma was a natural at eating pussy.
Squirming with bliss, Morgan reached out along the bar and found her little taser. She was ready, there could be no better time and way to do this than while being pleasured by her best friend. Morgan felt her body tense as the powerful shock rolled through her, but the pain was lost in the bliss of her orgasm.
It was starting. She could feel her skin tightening, her body growing and changing inside.