The Purrrfect Girl

The past few months had not been a very pleasant time for Derrick. After graduating from college several once-promising aspects of his life had taken a turn for the worse. His girlfriend broke up with him two months ago on the basis that she “needed to explore new aspects of life.” The job that he’d lined up with a video editing company had fallen through because of the economy, and now he had a crummy job moving furniture just to pay the rent. His parents refused to help, wanting him to learn how to live on his own. He understood, and it was probably for the best. But still, things weren’t easy. He was getting by, but he hadn’t been in the best of moods.

His apartment building was in a rundown part of Chicago, and even though crime wasn’t a huge issue, the look of the surrounding area wasn’t a huge confidence booster. This wasn’t exactly where he saw himself at a few years ago. All of this was running through his mind as he relaxed in his seat on the bus. Rain was pouring down outside and his stop was coming up soon. The grey and gloomy weather outside probably reflected his mood pretty accurately. His lower back ached from the hard day at work and he wanted to relax and take a nap.

Derrick pulled the hood on his sweatshirt up and over his head as the bus came to a stop. The doors opened up and he stepped outside, jogging towards his apartment building as the rain pelted him from above. He ran up to his door and unlocked it with the key to get inside his apartment. He closed the door behind him and sighed, his body falling back against the metal door. He pulled the hoodie off and tossed it onto the arm of the sofa just as he plopped down onto the cushion. Derrick relaxed against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the rain falling outside. He was exhausted, and after a few moments he began to pass out…

An hour or so passed before Derrick was awoken by a strange sound. He opened his eyes and focused his attention on the noise. After a moment he realized that it was coming from right outside his front door and it was mewling. It sounded like a cat. Rain was still coming down outside and obviously the animal was upset and trying to seek shelter. Derrick sighed and rolled his eyes, slowly coming to his feet and moving to his door. He looked out the peephole and could vaguely make out the image of the animal pacing outside his door. It was still crying and mewling, and he was getting a little annoyed by the sounds. He opened the door with the intention of getting the cat to leave.

As the door opened the cat clearly jumped and looked up at him, startled by his sudden appearance. “Come on…stop the-..“ But before Derrick couldn’t finish the sentence, the cat quickly darted past him and into his apartment. He quickly turned around, hoping to spot the animal and put it back outside. But he couldn’t find it and it had obviously ran to hide in one of the other rooms. Derrick sighed again and shook his head. “Son of a bitch….” Derrick closed the door and began searching for the cat.

((Looking for a female to play the role of a magical cat that will later become more human while still retaining many cat-like features and qualities. Please PM me if interested and let me know any ideas or fantasies you have.))

A very pretty kitty

The calico spotted an opportunity and took it, the human seemed rather slow on the uptake.

It was so nice to be out of the rain, and she immediately sought out a heat source to dry her fur. Luckily it was also a hidden spot, one the silly human would be likely to overlook in his lame search for her. She planned to ingratiate herself to the odd human, but right now she wanted to be warm. She closed her glowing green eyes and did a quick feel of her body. She was unharmed, and she mewled softly before starting to groom herself.

It was so nice to be warm and dry, her lithe body covered in soft dense multicolored fur. She was a rather beautiful cat, but had been born on the street and fended for herself since. She knew humans took cats in, and spotting a human who did not smell of cat or dog or bird, she had followed him, and now she was in his home.

It smelled rather nice, and she finally slunk out to seek out food.

Derrick shook his head and looked around the living room, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be that easy. The cat was hiding from him, as well as the cold wet weather outside. It wasn’t that he didn’t like cats. He had grown up with two of them at his house. But this was a stray and really had no business being in his apartment. But he continued searching and going through all of the rooms. He moved from the kitchen, to the hallway, to the bathroom, and then finally to his bedroom. He wasn’t having any luck until he thought he heard something.

The faint sound of purring could be heard coming from under his bed. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment and was still, not wanting to alarm the animal. Perhaps it would think he had left the room. He looked down to the foot of his bed and after a few minutes the small head of the calico cat poked out and looked up at him. He moved slightly and it was startled once more. “Come on, kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. You just can’t stay here.” He began kneeling down to get a closer look, but the cat hissed at him. He stopped and stood back up. “Fine then…I’ll have to coax you out from under there.”

Derrick moved back to the kitchen and poured a bit of milk into a saucer. He put it in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it up a bit and then brought the dish back to his room. He knelt down near the edge of the bed and placed the saucer down on the floor. He sighed and stepped back away, letting the animal know that he had no bad intentions. “I’m hooking you up with a meal,” he said aloud. “So don’t give me another hiss fit.” The cat still didn’t emerge, and Derrick was still too tired to mess around with this anymore. He returned to the sofa and sat back down, turning the TV on to ESPN and relaxing once more.

She hissed at him when he found her, her ears flattening back, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She could smell his unease, and she wanted no part of that. The milk however, well at first it smelled odd, and being curious she moved closer sensing it was some sort of trap. She could go quite a while without eating, she just really hated the rain. She knew there had to be some sort of trick to human bonding, but was having trouble sorting it out.

She stretched, then curled up in a tiny ball of fluff and went to sleep. While cats are naturally nocturnal, they also tend to sleep a great portion of the day, the mighty lion sleeping 16 hours a day and then prowling all night. Domesticated cats of course adapted somewhat to their owners, but still had that restless spirit at night.

She woke up and sensed he was not moving about, so she crept out from under the bed, the world was quiet, much quieter than she was used to and she followed her nose to the kitchen, ignoring the now cold bowl of milk, reasoning it must be laced with something, she knew all about human tricks, about cats who went into a cage and a van and never returned.

The kitchen seemed promising and everything was fascinating, he left food it seems everywhere and she explored the counters, the sink, and knocked over the trash can in her prowling for food. Once satisfied that the human would be a good owner, she wasn't sure what that word meant but had heard it often enough. She was ready to slink back under the bed, when she noticed how inviting it looked. She jumped up gracefully and spent some time prodding the lumpy covers before making a spot for herself. It was rather nice she thought, unaware of anything out of the ordinary going on.

Derrick had been relaxed on the sofa for only a few minutes, but it was just enough to where he fell asleep once again. It was another short nap, but it was just long enough for the cat to emerge and explore his home. In that time though, he was having a strange dream. He could see his body resting, clearly asleep. But a strange, beautiful woman was looking him over. She was inspecting him and trying to figure him out as if though there was something mysterious and dangerous about him. He couldn’t quite figure it out, but there was something different about this woman. Slowly she began to move in closer, her body coming over his. Her face leaned down to his and their lips were about to touch…

Suddenly the loud clap of thunder shook his apartment and Derrick woke up from his dream. He looked around his apartment. It was night now, and his apartment had grown very dark. He sat up and tried to let his eyes adjust. He rolled his shoulders and stretched before slowly coming to his feet. He walked into the kitchen and saw that several things were out of place. The trash can was knocked over, as well as a cereal box. A pizza crust was in the middle of the floor and an apple core was in the corner. “Damn it. The cat….” He’d forgotten about the calico kitten that had taken refuge in his home. Derrick began cleaning up the mess and after a few minutes things were back to normal.

He returned to his bedroom, expecting to find the cat hiding under his bed again. But when he flipped on the light he was surprised to find that the cat had curled up into a ball on top of his bed and was sound asleep. Despite being a stray and slightly dirty, there was no denying that she looked pretty adorable. Derrick smiled and moved in closer, slowly and calmly sitting on the edge of the bed next to the animal. The cat sensed the movement and suddenly looked up at him, started once more. She took a couple steps back from him and he immediately tried to calm her.

“Hey hey hey. It’s okay. Relax.” He held out his hand and allowed the kitten to smell him. He wasn’t going to be able to get her out of his apartment until he gained her trust on some level. The cat leaned in and cautiously sniffed at his hand. After a minute or so, Derrick calmly moved his hand to the cat’s back. He began gently stroking, caressing, and petting the cat. The animal reacted as if though it had never felt these feelings before.

She purred, a strange rumbling that seemed to occur involuntarily. His touch was extraordinarily pleasing and she understood why cats stayed with their owners. She had not managed a good bath yet, wanting to let her fur dry before taking her tongue to it. He smelled rather nice and she rolled on her back, inviting him to rub her tummy. The presence of her claws and lack of scars revealing more about her wild state than anything else.

The cat was unaware of any other presence in the room or their interest in the interaction, the change would be so gradual to the fast aging feline that it would seem slow, yet to the human it would seem like she changed leaps and bounds every time she slept. That was yet to come, right now she was enjoying the first belly rub of her life.

A small smile crept onto Derrick’s lips as the cat reacted favorably to his touch. He could hear and feel the animal purring under his hand and he continued to pet her gently and rhythmically. He felt her lean into him, obviously enjoying the attention and wanting more. But even then he was a little surprised when she rolled onto her back, allowing him to move his hand to her tummy. He did so and began skillfully rubbing his fingers and palm over the kitten’s underside. “There you go. You’re not so mean. You just wanted some love.”

He continued petting the cat and inspecting it a little more closely. It still had its claws and had managed to take pretty good care of itself despite being a stray. He was unsure if he really wanted to have a pet right now, but he couldn’t deny enjoying the company. He also was feeling unusually generous and didn’t feel like casting the animal back outside into the storm. Perhaps at the very least they could coexist for the rest of the evening.

Derrick looked down at the kitten and noticed it was staring back up into his eyes. It was as if she was trying to figure him out. He pondered for a moment on how strange it was that all animals knew to look into each other’s eyes. Maybe it literally was the gateway to the soul. But after a few more seconds of caressing and petting, the cat’s eyes slowly shut and she finally was completely at ease with him. As soon as he could see that she was relaxed on the soft surface of his bed, Derrick stepped away and undressed. He was left only in his boxers as he turned off the lights and slid under the covers next to the sleeping cat.

This wasn't so bad, a nice dry place to sleep, a warm soft bed, and a tummy rub now and again. Food had never been a problem for her, and rain water suited her just fine, at least until the pigeons messed it up, and then it was fun to hunt the stupid birds. Her sleep was somewhat restless, as new images and words swirled in her head. When she sensed the human stir the next morning, she had grown by leaps and bounds nearly doubling in size, going from a barely five pound furball to a ten pound cat.

She did need to go outside soon, or find some other private place to relieve herself she thought as she scratched behind an ear before starting in on a cat bath, her soft tongue cleaning her fur.

As soon as he’d closed his eyes, Derrick fell into another deep, peaceful sleep. He couldn’t explain why he was so relaxed and at ease now, but he knew that it felt wonderful. It was probably foolish to let a stray animal stay in his home over night, but he just didn’t feel like throwing it out. It looked so content when he was petting it. His entire body tingled and it felt as though he were on a cloud as he slept. He slept soundly until he finally woke up around 7:45 AM.

His eyes slowly opened and he stretched in bed. He looked down to see that the cat had slept beside him the entire night and was now using its tongue to clean its fur. He gave a small smile and then gradually began to notice something different about the kitten. It didn’t make any sense, but the animal had grown quite a bit since the previous night. How could this be? It looked nearly twice as big as it had when he’d gone to bed. Derrick sat up on the edge of the bed and inspected the kitten once more. Perhaps he’d just been mistaken. That had to be it. The cat couldn’t have grown that much in one night.

Derrick laughed it off and made his way into the bathroom, flipping on the lights and turning on the hot water for the shower. He brushed his teeth and then stepped into the hot water, going about his usual bathing routine. It was only interrupted for a moment when he noticed the shadow of the feline on the outside of the shower curtain. The cat peeked into the shower for a moment and looked at him. He felt slightly embarrassed for the animal to see him nude, though he didn’t know why. But it seemed that a splash of water startled her away, and she quickly left.

Derrick finished getting clean and combed his hair. He wrapped a towel around him and made his way back to his room to get dressed. The cat watched him curiously the whole time, and he stopped occasionally to lock eyes with the animal. She was no longer afraid of him, and she seemed much more curious now. “How ironic,” he thought to himself. After stepping back out into his living room he noticed that the animal was next to the door, pacing and purring. He sighed and nodded, knowing that this was it. The kitten wanted to return to the outside. “Alright, alright. I get it. Just when I was starting to get used to having you around you’re ready to bail again.” He grinned and opened the door for the cat, letting it run back outside. It stopped and turned to look back at him for a moment, and then finally ran off into the alley.

She was curious about the human, seeking out the sound of running water, feeling a bit perturbed when he splashed her. She watched him get dressed finding an odd interest in the dangly bit between his legs. She made a mental note to play with it later, when the door finally opened she rushed out. The world seemed different, brighter some how, and she found a nice quiet corner to relieve herself. She was hungry again and after finding something to eat she stretched out in a warm sunny spot to sleep.

She had a rather unique coloration, one that would make her easily identifiable if anyone would look for her. She stretched when she woke up, feeling different but unable to identify the changes. Perhaps she was going into another heat cycle, she always felt odd during that time. She prowled around a bit eating and sleeping, finding her way back to that strange humans home when the sun went down. She was rather large now, close to 20 pounds resembling a good sized dog, rather than a feline. She meowed until he opened the door and entered as if she owned the place. Heading to the bedroom and rolling on her tummy.

As soon as the cat had left the scene, Derrick grabbed his jacket and locked up his apartment. He made his way to the bus stop like he always, heading off to his miserable job. He spent the day moving heavy furniture into an old couple’s new home. The one good thing that had come from his work was that it had got his body in shape and made him stronger. That didn’t stop him from coming home exhausted every day. And when Derrick returned home later that day he relaxed on his sofa like he always did. He bit into an apple and watched the old television set in the middle of the room

He was watching a story about Alex Rodriguez supposedly using steroids when he heard a familiar noise. There was more meowing coming from outside his door, and he quickly moved to it and opened it up. The calico kitten quickly darted back inside his home, just as she had done the evening before. “Jesus! Make yourself at home.” He stepped aside as the animal quickly ran back into his bedroom and hopped up onto his bed. He shut the door and followed her back there, watching it roll on his covers. “Hey now, you’re getting my sheets dirty…come on..”

Derrick took another bite from his apple to finish it off, tossing the core into the trash can in his room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized that the cat had grown even more now. What the hell was going on? For a moment he thought it might be a different cat, but there was no mistaking that calico pattern of fur all over its body. “What is going on with you? Are you a cat or a Tiger?” He moved onto his bed once more and began to rub the animal’s belly. She purred loudly, obviously savoring the feeling once more. His fingers tickled up and down her soft fur.

For a non cat he sure did smell good. She made a note to scent mark him after he was done rubbing her belly. It felt so good and her tail wagged aggressively, causing the bed to shake a little. Eventually she grew tired and she laid down for a nap, closing her eyes wondering if the human would try to feed her again. She heard water and curious to see if she could catch the human unaware she prowled, opening the door to the small room. He was standing under the water again, this time she peeked in from the back, further from the source of water. She found herself watching the dangly bit between his legs as he moved.

She moved jumping on a nearby seat, waiting to catch him leaving the rainmaking area. She scratched behind her ears, her tail excitedly waving back and forth, listening intently for the sound of the water stopping.

The animal had no problems relaxing and falling asleep in his home, so after petting her for a bit longer he left the room and moved back into the bathroom. His muscles were sore, and he craved another hot shower. As he stood under the hot water, letting it run over his strained body, he didn’t notice that the kitten had snuck into the room again and was spying on him. He leaned against the wall for a moment and sighed, his hand reaching down to grasp his penis. He slowly began to move his hand up and down his cock, stroking himself again and again. He needed to relieve himself of all the pent up stress, and what better way than this.

Derrick occasionally let out a small groan as he played with himself. He hadn’t masturbated in a long time, and since he’d broken up with his girlfriend he hadn’t felt any pleasures close to this. Needless to say it wasn’t long before Derrick let out a deep groan and his cock began spewing ribbon after ribbon of cum. The warm sticky substance instantly disappeared down the shower drain and he struggled to keep himself steady as he climaxed. After a moment he regained his composure and cleaned up. He pulled open the shower curtain and was startled to find the cat sitting there and watching him. He quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him. “Damn. You scared the hell out of me kitten. Why do you keep sneaking in here?” He was talking to a cat, knowing full well there would be no reply. But it wasn’t stopping him. He got out of the shower and scratched behind the cat’s ears.

She was understanding more and more of what he what he was saying, she looked at him quizically. Enjoying the scratching behind the ears. He was rather nice even for a human, and she followed him around, watching him dress, eat and so forth. She watched as he slipped under the covers, and deciding that looked like fun she wiggled her way between the sheets. She was very comfortable in tight dark spaces and after making a space for herself she laid her head down to rest.

If the changes so far had seemed extreme, it was nothing compared what was to come, during the night she grew more, her body elongating, stretching, joints popping and shifting, so that when the human awoke he would find a furry petite girl, with a tail, her limbs while still flexible would be in a more humanoid configuration, and her face was a mix of feline features on far more humanly shaped head. The eyes would remain great green orbs, with slitted iris's.

Her lithe body curled in a ball, her chin pointed upward, the whiskers seeming out of place on such a pretty face, but her coloration would define her as the same cat he had taken in. While language would fill her head, it would be some time before she would manage to speak. She wondered if he would give her a name as she yawned and stretched.

Derrick didn’t have to say anything or make it official, because he knew that this cat was becoming a permanent resident of his home one way or another. He was growing used to having her around, and he enjoying the company even though the situation was getting increasingly stranger. After the shower he offered the kitten another saucer of milk, only this time she accepted it eagerly. He spent the next few hours cleaning up his apartment a little and watching television and eventually it was time for bed. He slipped under covers in his bed and watched at the cute, furry animal joined him under the covers. He closed his eyes, not having any clue what the morning would bring.

He yawned and stretched, slowly opening his eyes and rolling over to see if the kitten was still in bed with him. What he saw was no longer the small, adorable animal he had taken in. His eyes grew wide and he fell backwards out of the bed and onto the floor. “What the hell?!” His head banged against the dresser, but he couldn’t feel the pain at all. He was too shocked at what he saw. The cat had transformed into some strange mix of human and feline characteristics. Her body had become longer and more human like, but her whiskers, tail, fur and coloration remained. His reaction had startled her, but he couldn’t help it. There was no logical explanation for this. “Son of a bitch! I have to be dreaming..I’m dreaming…I have to be. This doesn’t happen.”

He slowly pulled himself to his feet and kept his eyes fixed on the strange cat girl. He was very aware of where he was, what the day was, and that he surely wasn’t sleep. But this didn’t make any sense. She yawned and stretched as if nothing was wrong, and then looked up at him with that same curious gaze. “What are you?” he asked. He slowly moved in closer, slowly accepting he wasn’t in any danger. The cat had taken on a womanly shape, and her eyes were mesmerizing.

She stretched, unaware that her paws were so much different today. She licked her nose and tilted her head quizically at what she understood to be a question. She rolled onto her back hoping for a belly rub unaware that her small perfect breasts small waist and curvy hips were not the same they always were. She knew she was close to a heat cycle, as she could smell the difference in her scent.

She intended to meow, but instead a strange squeek exited her mouth. Her tail twitched lazily, wondering why he was looking at her so strangely. "Mrowello," her voice sounded strange and she blinked lazily, suddenly realizing that she could see in color.

"Wow," she managed to form a coherent word. She jumped off the bed, her agile form landing easily on all fours, she moved around his legs, her tail casually sweeping against his leg. "Mrello?" she asked trying to form the words that filled her head.

Derrick’s eyes grew even wider as the cat woman rolled over onto her back, gazing up at him as her back arched and her perky breasts began very obvious to him now. He could recognize this behavior and knew she wanted him to rub her belly, but he couldn’t move. His eyes kept scanning up and down her slim curvy body. This was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen, but his amazement was just beginning. The cat attempted to meow, but instead a sound similar to a human “Hello” emitted from her throat. It seemed that the feline was just as confused as he was.

Suddenly she tried to speak again, only this time the word was much clearer. “Wow,” she said in response. She quickly leapt from his bed and began to crawl about his legs, her tail flipping back and forth. He didn’t move and he watched her as she moved around him on the floor, gazing up at him with those cat-like eyes. He couldn’t think of anything logical to do, except run. Instead he went with it, and though it was crazy, he spoke back to her. “H-hello…..hi…. I’m sorry. I’m so confused right now. This is…this is so strange.”

She kept rubbing against his leg, wanting the attention he had given to her in her previous form. It would be rude to deny her what she had come to expect, so his hand slowly reached down and began to caress her hair and down her neck. She still purred and even moaned a little at his touch. None of this made any sense, but there was no denying that this was all real. A small cat-girl was moving around him and begging for his attention. “I….maybe I’m going crazy…but my name’s Derrick…” He paused for a moment as she looked at him, very interested in his words. “I’m assuming…you have a name…”

Her tail wrapped around his leg occasionally the soft appendage teasing and rubbing up and down his leg. Her once fuzzy body was now covered in very fine short hair, she could feel the heat between her legs, and an unusual tightness as the tips of her breasts. She smiled up at him, attempting to say the name he'd said was his own.

"Mrerrick?" she was having trouble forming the opening sounds of words. She rubbed up against him, craving the physical contact. Her mind focusing on the simple luxury of his touch, she reached up his leg pawing at his waist, unaware of rubbing her breasts against his leg. "Rrrrello," the soft half purr escaping her lips as she gazed adoring up at him.

The feline’s tail curled around his leg, teasing up and down. He watched her closely, slowly realizing that this creature had taken on enough female human features that she was strangely attractive. The nude cat-girl smiled at him and attempted to say his name. It was startling, but something about it was adorable as well. Though he didn’t know how all of this had happened, there was no denying that she was beautiful. She seemed to be attracted to his body warmth and touch, and after a few more seconds of rubbing against him, she reached up and began pawing at his midsection.

The feline’s soft breasts pressed against his leg just as her paws rubbed over his crotch. He jumped a little at this feeling, realizing that if he let this continue his body would begin reacting to the sensations. He couldn’t let her see that, but it was too late. She looked so innocent and sexy gazing up at him, something deep inside her craved him. He moved backwards a little, avoiding letting her touch his privates anymore. He spoke nervously to her. “Hey…hey…I’ll uh…get you something to eat….” Derrick quickly moved from the room to the kitchen.

She wondered what she done wrong, but leapt back on bed and was taking a bath, licking her breasts, her spine more flexible than any humans as she licked her new form, the light soft fur was far easier to clean than her previous fluffball of fur. She knew she was in heat and was glad she wasn't out where any tomcat would try to mount her. Her hands explored her new form, the fingers holding her leg up high as she licked the inside of her legs. She could smell the arousal, the instinctive mating need, her pussy a pretty shade of red. She almost didn't notice his return, looking up with a small smile.

"Mrewrrick," she purred hoping that by saying his name just right would bring a smile to his face. Her tail waving excitedly.

What was he thinking? Derrick had every reason to be disturbed by this strange event, but he was even more disturbed at the way he was reacting to the cat-girl’s touch. He liked it. She was so soft and warm, and she seemed to want him. Maybe even need him. And though he wasn’t quite sure what species he should classify her as anymore, he hadn’t received female attention in quite a long while. His manhood had started to grow in response to her touch, but he’d managed to keep his mind off of her long enough to let it return to normal. He looked in the cupboard near the fridge and found a can of tuna. He used the can opener and put the food into a bowl. “Come on Derrick…keep calm. This is….weird. But freaking out won’t help anything…”

Derrick grabbed the bowl and moved back towards his bedroom. What he saw made his heart skip a beat. Her head was dipped down between her legs, her tongue cleaning up and down her inner thigh. He had a clear view of the kitten’s pussy, which was a light shade of red. He only had a moment to take in this mesmerizing scene before she looked up at him and smiled. She purred his name and her tail flicked back and forth. “H-hey…I have something for you…” He crept forward a bit and placed the bowl next to her on the bed. He watched her, wondering how she’d react. His thoughts drifted to his work for a moment, until he realized he had the day off.

He could smell her scent lingering in his bedroom, and he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He just knew it was coming from her. “Well…I’ll assume you haven’t been given a name..I guess that’s up to me since you are just learning to speak.” He thought for a moment, looking at her and noticing the calico pattern of her fur. “How about Ginger?” All of this was blowing his mind, and he needed a moment away from her to think. “Listen I’m just going to…take a shower. If you are still hungry when I get out, I’ll get you some more.” Derrick grabbed some clothes from his closet and moved back to the bathroom, the cat watching him curiously the whole time.

"Ginger," the word tasted rather nice in her mouth as she licked her breasts again, unsure of whether she'd cleaned them thoroughly before. She listened to him and gingerly went to the food, it smelled very good and she downed it quickly licking her lips and face before prowling on all fours to the bathroom, patiently waiting for him to leave the horrid rainmaking device.

She continued to clean and lick herself, making sure her fur was perfectly clean, she wanted to look her best for him for some reason. She continued to say his name in her head, wanting to get it right the next time.

As Derrick let the hot water run over his body, he tried to piece together the small bits of information he had. He had taken a normal looking stray cat into his home, in the span of a day it grew much larger, and overnight it had transformed into a strange half human/half cat creature that was slowly gaining the ability to speak. Nope. None of it made sense. It was magic. That was all he could come up with. And as he finished his shower, he anticipated her waiting on him this time. He reached outside of the shower curtain and grabbed the towel, pulling it in with him and drying himself off. He wrapped it around himself and stepped outside, seeing her on the floor waiting on him. “Hey there…still hungry”

She purred his name again, only this time it was much clearer and much more obvious. She was trying to say it so hard, and he couldn’t help but smile at her efforts. “Yes Ginger, I’m Derrick. And I’m also going to assume you are still hungry. Well just let me get dressed and I’ll be right with you.” He leaned down and tickled behind her ears, then rubbing her neck as he shifted around her. He pulled the towel off of his body as he moved into bedroom. He grabbed his boxers and moved towards his bed.

Her eyes drunk in his naked form, wondering why humans bothered with clothing. She tried to snag the odd item from him with her teeth and found it amusing when he chased her around briefly before he seemed to realize he had more in his drawers. She playfully tugged on the material, making herself a soft spot on the bed. She wondered what he would bring back for her to eat as she laid down shifting on her side, her chin tilted to the ceiling.

"Hmmmerrick," she purred smiling at him, stretching out rubbing her naked body all over his bed. Well aware of her heat and need, but having no sense of how Derrick could satisfy her need.

As Derrick prepared to pull the boxers up his legs, Ginger promptly snatched the soft fabric from his hand and ran away from him around the bed playfully. “Hey! Come on! I need those…” He jumped up from the edge of his bed, still naked, and he moved towards her. But she avoided being caught and rather than continue the struggle he instead grabbed another pair from his dresser. He turned around to watch her roll on the soft comforter on his bed. She purred and played with his boxers, and he watched her for a bit. His gaze fell on her perfect breasts, which looked so soft and would be a wonder to cup in his hand and squeeze. His eyes traveled over her slim athletic waist and down between her thighs, taking another look at her pretty vagina.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring, though he knew it was wrong. She was sexy as hell, and he couldn’t understand why he was so attracted to her. It was the same as having any young, attractive female on his bed. Only something about the cat features made it that much more erotic. She looked at him and purred his name once more. He suddenly realized that his manhood had grown erect while examining the feline’s body and thinking about her. He blushed and turned away, dressing himself in a hurry. He wanted to get closer to her…he needed to… It’s the only way he would get used to this. Derrick moved over to the bed and sat on the edge, his hand reaching out and rubbing her tummy the same way that he used to.