As Kevin stares, distracted by the woman's breasts, Kathryn raises her hand and runs it through the boy's shoulder length hair. Kevin raises his eyes, a confused look on his face. With a smile on her face, Kathryn pets the boy again.
"What are you doing?" he asked, the slight sound of pleasure in his voice.
"Having fun," the witch replied. As she continued to stroke, Kevin's eyes started to close, a feeling of comfort spreading through his body. Kathryn slowly rubbed Kevin's ear, flexing it and reshaping it. The ear moved up the side of his head, becoming the ear of a cat as it climbed to the top of his head.
The witch removed her hand, admiring the white furred ear that now stood on the boy's head. As the woman started to stroke the other side, Kevin reached up and felt his changed ear. A look of shock spread over his face as he felt the triangular object twitch, but a sudden wave of pleasure from his other ear seemed to stun him. He could feel it starting to twist and grow. He let out a silent cry of protest and a vocal cry of joy as the ear became furred and pointed, matching its partner.
The witch stepped back and held up a summoned mirror for the boy. Kevin looked in shock at the white cat ears that now stood on top of his head, poking out in sharp contrast to his brown hair.
"What's happening? What are you doing to me?" Kevin asked, hands on his ears.
"Making you my little cat boy," Kathryn giggled, moving closer to the young boy, who was both visibly scared and visibly excited by the experience.
"Cat," Kevin started to step away, "boy?"
The boy tried to run, but wasn't fast enough; the witch wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him into a tight hug. With a cry, the young man started to squirm and try to get away. After a moment, a wave of pleasure slowed his struggling, but sent a strange twinge down his spine. Kevin cried out, guessing what was happening to him. The twinge grew, now slightly uncomfortable.
"No," he cried out, "I don't want a tail. Please don't."
The witch silently started to rub the boy's back, pushing the twinge down his spine. Kevin could feel an object growing from his lower back, pushing steadily against the seat of his pants.
"No," the boy mumbled, his words sounding more pleasurable than painful. Kathryn's fingers now worked the skin just above the base of the growing tail, pounding Kevin's body with wave after wave of pleasure. With a small moan, the tail ripped from the confines of the boy's cargo pants, the white furred object twitching wildly behind him.
Kathryn leaned back slightly, her hands on either side of the boy's face, holding him softly.
"I," the boy mumbled, half hypnotized by the woman's eyes, "please, no."
"No?" the witch asked playfully, leaning in close. She slowly pressed her lips against his, kissing him softly. Kevin could feel his resistance burning away, searing a path straight to his brain. As their lips remained locked, the boy felt his mind start to warp, images of his life as a teenage human replaced by memories of his time spent at his mistresses side, an obedient cat boy. His eyes closed, his very being burning in pleasure; his tail started to wag slowly in subconscious enjoyment of physical contact.
Kevin was so consumed by pleasure he didn't notice the collar being placed around his neck. The sound of the bell ringing brought him back to reality. The cat boy looked down at the bell hanging from the black collar, then at the woman before him. With a large smile, he meowed happily and hugged his mistress, happy to be close to her.