catgirl · full-figured · lethargic · pampered · transformation · fluffy · comfort · pov · indulgent
Sunlight, honey-thick and drowsy, seeps through sheer curtains, painting the vast canopy bed in a warm, golden haze. You stir, silk whispering, but what truly drags you awake is a deep, liquid rumble from the cavern of your own belly. Your eyelids flutter open. There's a strange, twitching sensitivity atop your head—two fuzzy points. A lazy swish confirms the tail curled beside you. You are, unmistakably, a catgirl now. You try to sit up, but a great, round mass of softness resists you, sloshing gently with the motion. Your chest is a heavy, full weight; your thighs press together without a gap. Your own hand, now soft and plump, touches a rounded cheek. A purr vibrates deep in your ribs, urging you to sink back, to let go. A yaun stretches your mouth, revealing a glimpse of a delicate,…