The Cat Suit

This is another one from that old archive I found. 

Jamie had become less than satisfied with the amorous advances of her boyfriend. Or rather, the lack of them. It had been great in the beginning but lately he was more interested in the Sports and Toon channels than he was in her. That was about to change. The "New You, Inc." brochure had promised a complete change in your love life or double your money back. Their website made the same unbelievable claim and included an online catalog.

Now, five weeks and $215 later, it  arrived early in the morning and on a Saturday. Jamie's first response was "Oh great, just another catsuit." Still, it came guaranteed so she quickly phoned her boyfriend to arrange an evening tryst. The tryst was nearly eight hours away and Jamie was just dying to find out what was so special about this catsuit. Two hours later, her curiosity got the better of her and she unpacked it. As she slipped it on she felt the fabric slide smoothly along her skin. As she'd not shaved in a few days, her stubble should have caught on the fabric. But never mind, the fabric felt just delicious. When she had the catsuit on, she was again feeling disappointed. It hung loosely and was not nearly as tight as she'd expected. How could such a rag influence anyone? Especially someone like her TV addict boyfriend. She sat down on the couch with her head in her hands. She felt like crying and would have, too, had there not been a sudden pressure over her whole body. When the tingling had passed, Jamie found that the catsuit had moulded itself to every curve of her body as tightly and seductively as she'd imagined should. It had even moulded her body somehow, narrowing her waist and enlarging her breasts.

She smiled. This was definitely more like it. She pranced about her living room enjoying the feel of the catsuit. She was deliriously happy and felt like purring. (Well, what do you expect in a catsuit, barking?) She looked up at the clock in shock. Two hours left? Where had the time gone? She felt a bit hungry and decided on a glass of milk or a tuna sandwich. On her way to the kitchen she heard a strange tap-tap-tap as she walked over her hardwood floor. Puzzled, she stopped.  The noise stopped when she did and started up again when she began walking.

Looking down she caught sight of her legs which were definitely furry. Absent-mindedly she noted she'd better shave before he thought she was some kind of animal. It was then that she noticed her feet. Instead of her dainty size sevens, she had paws! The fur on her legs wasn't stubble coming through the catsuit, it was real black cat fur. She couldn't even see the catsuit and the fur covered her feet where the original catsuit hadn't.

All thoughts of milk or tuna aside, she ran to the floor length mirror in her bedroom. Staring back at her was a woman-sized cat with yellow eyes, paws for feet and hands, large ears, multiple breasts and a long black tail. As she stroked the shiny black fur covering her breasts, she half moaned / half purred quietly.  This most definitely would change her love life. Just wait until he arrived.