On my way home, I stopped off at the local Goodwill and picked up some shirts and sweatpants for her. I didn't yet have the courage to get underwear. As I drove home, dread started to build. What if what I thought was Momo was actually some eccentric con artist that was really good with makeup? What if the mailman came by and saw Momo? What if she ended up chasing a fly and my house was a total wreck?!
I finally pulled into the driveway, finding no signs that cops or government scientists in HAZMAT suits had stopped by. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. From what I could tell, the house seemed fine. There was no damage that I could see, nothing appeared broken.
"Momo?"
"Master..." she groaned. I found her in the kitchen, lying on the floor. "Master, Momo doesn't feel so good..."
"Momo!"
I rushed to her side, my mind immediately jumping to the worst-case scenario. Was she sick? Was this some weird side effect of her transformation? Who should I call, a doctor or a vet? It would have to be someone who could keep a secret...
It was then that I looked up to the counter and saw over half a dozen empty cans of cat food. My fear was replaced with annoyance. "Well of course you're sick! You ate too much of that crap!"
In response, she raised her head and threw up on the floor. Ugh, this fucking cat, I swear to Christ. With one arm under her knees and the other against her back, I hoisted up the naked and groggy ... whatever she was. I had always wanted to carry a girl in the princess hold, but not like this. Not like this.
I brought her to the den and laid her out on the couch. "From now on, you eat what I eat, understand? No more cat food, or at least just a little of it."
"Masterrrrrrr, Momo doesn't feel good!" she whined.
With Momo suffering from a stomachache, I picked a very simple meal for her, just a rotisserie chicken and plain rice. I set out two plates on my tiny bachelor dinner table with my humanoid cat watching me from the couch with wide eyes.
"Ok, from now on, I want you to eat like a person. And first things first, you have to wear clothes at the table."
"Momo doesn't like the sound of that," she pouted.
"They'll help you stay warm. It's not like you have your fur anymore."
"But it's hot! Why does Momo have to wear clothes?"
'Because having a naked girl walking around my house is a lot more stressful than one might think.' "Because you're a person now and you need to act like one."
I pulled out one of the shirts that I had bought and brought it over to Momo. I managed to get it on her, but her expression told me that she was not enjoying it. I, on the other hand, was able to release my held breath once her tits were covered. Then came the sweatpants, which were much easier to put on her, though touching her bare legs sent a very powerful rush of blood to a particular area.
"Ok, how does that feel?"
Momo stood up and spun around as if chasing her tail. She blushed in frustration. "No! Momo hates this!"
'You know, you were a lot easier to deal with when you were just a silent fur ball.' I wanted to say it, but I bit my tongue. "Well I bought them for you so learn to deal with it."
Instead of fighting back, Momo blushed and covered her mouth as if embarrassed. "Master got them ... for Momo?"
Ok, that was pretty damn cute. Was this how she had always felt? When I bought her toys before, would she get all flustered like this?
"Look, it's just during meals, then you can pull them off. Plus, I'll put a hole in the back of the pants for your tail to stick though. You're probably not comfortable with the waistband right under the base like that."
She gave a bright smile. "'Kay!"
I don't know why I bothered putting out a knife and fork for her, she didn't even acknowledge them. She had enough sense to imitate me and sit down before eating, but as soon as her butt touched the seat, she bowed her head and ate straight off her plate like an animal.
"You know, I'll let it slip tonight, but tomorrow, I'm going to teach you how to use a knife and fork."
"That's dumb. This is easier."
"It will make you look prettier."
"Momo's already perfect."
Yep, she's still a cat.
The moment her plate was clean, she sprung from her seat with a smile. "Yay! No clothes!"
She stripped down and my cock hardened at the sight of her bouncing breasts springing free of her shirt. Then she frolicked around the house leaving me to finish my dinner. By the time I was done, she was standing by the veranda door, looking anxiously outside and bouncing on her toes.
"Master, Momo wants to go out! Momo wants to go out!"
"It's too bright, someone will see you."
"But the yard is right there!"
"Listen, once it's dark out, I'll take you somewhere special."
"Ok..." she huffed.
I took my seat on the couch and turned on the TV. As she always would, Momo crawled into my lap and settled herself down. Once again, the presence of a naked girl was more stressful than relaxing.