Feline Handfuls
Added 2024-05-14 01:48:02 +0000 UTCShe didn't hate cats, she just got fed up with them from time to time. Some asshole had released a litter of kittens in her area a few years back, and her neighbors wouldn't quit feeding them, so they were multiplying. Yowling and crashing through the brush at all hours of the night, begging for food every time she came home...in retrospect, she probably kicked at that black cat a little too hard, but he was asking for it. Maybe he'd think twice next time...although the way he'd stared at her made a tingle go down her spine.
Putting away her groceries, she felt oddly hot under the collar. In moments she found herself stripping and running her hands across her most sensitive zones, panting. As her hands continued groping of their own accord, she was shocked to discover more of those sensitive points than she expected, newly sprouted on her chest...a chest that was vibrating oddly, in a strangely comforting feeling she only knew as a purr. Her assets continued to expand as fur covered her writhing form and a tail pushed out at the base of her spine. They were so heavy, so numerous, she couldn't hold them all, could barely find her way past them to quell her heat...
