Few things were as beloved by Mrs. Thomas then Stripes the Cat. She was a pure bred Toyger and practically looked like a miniature tiger with orange fur and black stripes (hence the name) and had cost a small fortune to buy. She had cost nearly 5,000 dollars to purchase as a kitten and since then she was the most babied thing in the house. 

 

Sure Taylor was her biological son and she loved him dearly and Jacob was… well. Jacob wasn’t hers, he was from her husband’s prior relationship so that didn’t matter.

 

What mattered is that Stripes was such an expensive animal that she was royalty as shown by the expensive cat bed that was in the master bedroom. It was shaped like a luxurious bed with red and gold colors and next to it was a bowl of milk. It was a law of the universe that Stripes had to have a bowl of milk ready every night or no one in the house would be able to sleep from the constant meowing and scratching that was sure to ensue if she wasn’t pleased. 

 

Stripes had abandoned both the bed and milk early on in the winter storm. The cat wasn’t fond of storms and the moment the rain had started she had scurried underneath the larger human bed and hid away as the thunder and lightning rumbled loudly outside. She had heard other noises too. THE BAD SON she had seen sneak inside before the storm and she had not liked that. He was noisy, loud, and always put THE MISTRESS in a bad mood. 

 

Then there had been a loud shrill sound that had Stripes hissing in irritation, retreating even further back into the bed as she heard THE BAD SON stomping loudly past the bedroom with the shrieking thing into the GOOD SON’s room and the shrieking had stopped then and Stripes had started to relax a tiny bit. She was still scared of the raging storm outside but at least there was no more shrillness inside.

 

That hadn’t lasted long. Soon she heard more noises. Voices. Moaning. Then loud orgasmic screaming and grunting the cat had never heard before in her life that really caused her to get nervous. Stripes was an animal. She didn’t understand human things but she did understand when THE GOOD SON’s voice had changed into a strange, new unrecognizable voice. She also understood that when the power went out and the house went silent something BAD was happening outside! 

 

She heard a loud scream from THE GOOD SON one that drowned out the entire storm and seemed to shake the very house and she scurried out from under the bed as it shook. 

 

 

She was yowling to herself now and started pacing. She didn’t like it! It was too strange! Too irregular! It was disrupting her normalcy even more than the storm was. 

 

There was a strange sensation in the air. The smell of burning ozone and a sense of unreality as the air rippled and shimmered. Stripes paused her pacing and raised her tail up, hissing as she sensed danger. This was strange! Different! Bad!

 

 Suddenly, Stripes found herself abruptly being pulled upwards by invisible strings and yowled even louder as she wriggled and struggled like a marionette as clothes suddenly manifested on her body the air audibly crackling and popping for each new addition. Two long socks with blue trimming on her hind legs. A blue jacket with a blurry feline face and logos on it appeared around her midsection, her front legs awkwardly flailing in the much too big sleeves that drooped down to the ground. A white shirt appeared underneath the jacket and dangled off her small body along with the jacket along with a large red scarf appearing around her neck with a blurry indistinguishable name on it. Finally, a black pair of shorts popped onto her lower body that were just downright silly looking on a cat.

 

All of the clothing had dull and muddy colors and seemed more like low resolution video game models than actual clothes. Not that that mattered to Stripes who had no idea what any of this even was. She was hissing, Yowling. Screaming. Stripes struggled harder against the invisible strings holding her upright as she tried in vain to wiggle out of the large and ill fitting clothing. 

 

 

Stripes yowled again out as her spine audibly snapped and forced her into a standing position as her body shifted and morphed and became more anthropomorphic. Her forelegs lengthened as her shoulders adjusted themselves forming two slender, furry arms that grew into the sleeves of her ill-fitting coat. Her paws twitched wildly, her claws rapidly extending and retracting as they grew longer and more dexterous while a thumb formed on each.

 

Her hindlegs also lengthened and twitched in tandem with her forelegs bones popping, fur and skin stretching as her toes wiggled and curled beneath the socks as her hind legs turned into two digitigrade legs for bipedal movement.

 

The invisible strings holding Stripes went away and she fell on her hands and knees with a pitiful, displeased meow. She was still house cat size and in a strange in-between state of true anthropomorphism and mutant sci-fi monster as she stood on two unsteady legs.

 

She clutched her head and whined her face trembling, tears streaming down her eyes as complex sapient thoughts forced their way into her head as tufts of dark hair started to grow out of her scalp. 

 

 

Stripes trembled her hair standing on end as she started to let out messy purrs. She still couldn’t quite understand the thought but something about it seemed right.

 

Her back muscles flexed underneath the jacket and she started to grow larger. Now the size of a medium sized dog her face started to change. Features becoming more flexible and expressive. Her nose wiggled and changed from a mundane orange into a bright cartoonish blue Her head twisted and warped, snout shortening, mouth widening, and eyes growing wide and cartoony as they became white with large black irises. 

 

 

“O–oooooh~” Stripes vocalized her voice was hoarse and raspy. The sounds of a creature that wasn’t meant to speak like a human being as she continued growing. 

 

Her proportions were ridiculous and extremely in the uncanny valley as she stood with a cartoonish very expressive face with proportions still in between an animal and a person. Her waist and chest cracked and twisted. Lengthening and stretching as the jacket and shirt started to look less like an attempt to dress an animal in clothes and more like an actual person wearing clothes. 

 

More stretching sounds. More popping. She was now the size of a small human, around five feet two inches. The tufts of hair on her scalp continued to grow longer and longer growing shoulder length in a matter of seconds. The smell of ozone and burning was strong and the feel of unreality was even stronger as the air shimmered and twisted around. A group of multi-colored bubbles appeared around her head as she wobbled in place dizzily. 

 

“Pre–pre—hrrrh.” She growled. Looking at the bubbles with dilated pupils trying to playfully swat at them but her arms still changing only limply twitched leaving her to whimper in frustration. 

 

Her shirt was getting tight as she started to finally grow into it. The shorts grew snug around her waist as she formed actual glutes. Her tail was growing thicker and larger as it smacked against the floor.

 

“Oooooo~” Stripes moaned as she stood up straight. She looked like a kid friendly mascot. Very cute, not overtly sexy, very family friendly. The tight shirt, blue jacket and athletic shorts and socks also gave her a strong “fitness” vibe. Someone to teach the kids about the importance of exercise and a healthy diet.

 

 

She started to salivate as the bubbles intensified around her head. Mmm. Cereal. Cereal with a nice bowl of cold milk…

 

She was now nearly six feet tall and her shirt was starting to draw up exposing her furry belly that was growing increasingly firmer and flatter by the second while her muscles noticeably rolled underneath as they increased in strength.

 

Her hair was thick and lush now very luxurious. If she wasn’t so obsessed with cereal there existed a reality where she was obsessed with hair products as her dark hair grew wild and spiky her bangs falling wildly over her face. 

 

Her thighs expanded then grew thick with muscle as her waist narrowed. Her shorts trembled then poofed into a very tiny thong with a cartoonish…

 

 

Stripes giggled, wiggling her hips playfully as she continued to stand in place. The concept of being sexy wormed its way into her skull as she licked her mouth. Her eyes moved around wildly in excitement as other concepts and names flooded in too. It was amazing! She was learning so much! She was becoming a person! She was–

 

She spotted her bowl of milk just out of reach and she stopped thinking about all of that existential Calvin and Hobbes bullshit and started thinking about the important things in life. Milk!

 

 

Hell yeah! That bowl of milk would absolutely be improved by some cereal! Something with a lot of sugar! Something like… like…

 

The logo on her jacket started becoming more distinguishable. It was a pair of honey combs forming a nice deep cleavage with milk pouring down over them…

 

She needed some HONEY MILKERS!!

 

She struggled again and moaned in frustration as her body still refused to move forward. Not fair! You can’t just put a sexy bowl of MILK in front of her like this and not let her move! She dropped down on her knees and swiped at it, sticking her ass and tail up in the air as she tried in vain to reach it. 

 

 

She stood up and blinked. Oh right… him! What about him? Wasn’t his name Lo…Lo… hrrrhn Jacob? Yeah! So why was–

 

 

She blinked rapidly. Sexy? Her brain was still trying to understand that concept, only really understanding it was that good feeling she got when she had wiggled her hips… and saw that bowl of milk. Jacob was sexy? How? He wasn’t–

 

 

Her eyes turned into cartoony spirals as she drooled out of the side of her mouth, the bubbles floating around her head multiplying as the world spun. He was sexy! She wouldn’t mind drinking his milk… eating his cereal. Mmm yeah!~ She was starting to see it. 

 

Speaking of milk…

 

Her chest started to inflate, the sound of liquid being poured could be heard as her breasts grew jiggling and bouncing each and every second they were filled up with milk.. Her shirt lifted up and exposed even more of her tight tummy as her body vibrated with purrs. Mmm yeah!

She giggled and held them with her hands watching them bounce then fondling them as they grey large and perky and as she she grew taller one final time stopping at a truly massive 7’0 as she licked her mouth and teeth.

 

Her clothes were also changing, becoming brighter and more colorful, more textured as they “loaded” in. No longer the low resolution placeholder clothes she’d been wearing but actual clothes. The black thong trembled between her thighs. The white shirt was barely a shirt at all as it gave several peeks at some furry underboobs. Her scarf dipped into her cleavage and her jacket was a snug and tight fit that only seemed to accentuate how hot she was. The socks were snug, long and were open at the bottom to allow her cute little toes to wiggle playfully.

 

If she had been a kid friendly mascot earlier her current self was the pornographic sexy version that no company on Earth would be brave enough to market. 

 

“Hehehe” She giggled, swaying in place, head completely empty as her eyes turned into cartoonish spirals and a couple of cartoon birds joined the colorful bubbles around her head.

 

It was time for her to be activated like Brat had been before her...