My coffee was soon ready and I was able to finally relax with some breakfast. Whether cat or human, Momo had her nose close to my cereal bowl as she always would, and I had to push her back. Once I had eaten, my mind started to clear. Momo settled back down, resting her head on my lap. If only she knew that there was nothing but the fabric of my boxers separating my erect manhood from her cheek. Sighing, I began to rub the top of her head, listening to her purr.
"Momo, what is the last thing you remember before waking up?"
"Climbing into Master's bed and falling asleep."
"And were you a cat when you did that?"
"Isn't Momo a cat now?"
"Do you feel like a cat?"
"Not sure, feel different."
"Well when you came into my bed, were you smaller? Or were you the size you are now?"
"Smaller."
"And you fell asleep?"
"Yes."
"And when you woke up, you were big."
"Yuh-huh."
"Did you feel anything when you were asleep?"
"Nope."
"How do you feel now?"
"Tired. Oh, right there, that's the spot."
My fingers had moved to the base of her ears, and she raised her head to get me to rub harder.
Well, not a lot of information there. I had no idea how this had happened or how to proceed. Should I tell someone about this? Who could possibly be trusted with this kind of information? I didn't want me and Momo to end up in the tabloids or some government lab. Should I just keep her hidden and hope things will sort themselves out? At least I had today to figure this-
RING! RING!
Oh fuck no. Please, no. My phone, my fucking phone, why did it have to ring today of all days? There's only one person who could call me this early in the morning. Muttering curses, I answered.
"I need you to come in today," my boss said. "There was a computing error last night and now everything is screwed up."
"This is the THIRD time in the past month that you've called me in on my day off!"
"Yeah, well, that's how the world works."
"You know, they passed a law in France that makes it illegal for companies to harass their employees like this."
"Well here in America, the law says that if you don't get to your cubicle in the next thirty minutes, I can fire your ass. Don't make me call again."
My boss hung up before I could and I screamed the loudest "fuck" I could.
The sudden noise made Momo flinch and she looked up at me from the couch. "Master?"
"I ... I need to go the office. Be good while I'm gone, don't make a mess, and stay away from the windows. Don't let anyone see you like this."
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Nooooo, stay home and pet Momo. Momo wants to cuddle with Master."
My heart skipped a beat. Jesus, that's some powerful stuff. I didn't know whether to pet her or throw her down and make love to her. I took a deep breath and made the correct choice. I rested my hand on the top of her head and rubbed her ears. "Sorry, but I got to go. If I don't work, I can't get food for you. Just be good and I'll come back and play with you."
"Ok, Momo will be good."
With the clock ticking, I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and was ready to go back to the fucking office. Standing by the door, I took one last look at Momo. I had left her plenty of water and she knew how to get food from the pantry so she would hopefully be ok. She was sprawled out on the couch like she would always be, not a care in the world. The difference now was that she had a cute ass that I couldn't help but stare at.
While I had originally cursed it, being back at work was helping me clear my head and served as a good distraction. I still had no idea what to do about Momo other than keep her inside as much as possible. If I bought her some clothes and a hat, maybe she could go outside. I still couldn't believe what was going on, that in the course of one night, my cat had spontaneously transformed into a human. Well, mostly human. How was this possible? I tried googling phenomena such as this, but all I found was hentai. Speaking of which, I was faced with the unavoidable ethical dilemma: is it wrong to fuck my cat? Technically she was a person now, and she has the body of a grown woman, but could it still be counted as bestiality if she still has the ears and tail? Plus, there was her mental age. She had the body of a woman, but her brain was incredibly childish. Sure, she was smart enough to talk and open cans of food, but you could probably teach a parrot to do the same thing. Would sex mean taking advantage of her? This was a question that would take time to answer.