Comm: Pliable Pussycat (18+)

Summary: Mandy zaps herself with radiation to realize her dreams of becoming a catgirl, but her gene treatment is more than she can take, resulting in some melty results and some potent superpowers... and a lot of self-pleasure. Commissioned by Jack2112; character and concept belong to Jack2112.

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Mandy had always dreamed of becoming a catgirl. They were the epitome of cutesy and cheerful, yet they exhibited strength, agility, and litheness beyond normal humans. For a long time, she had to settle for idle fantasies, and by the time she reached the age of 22, she wondered if such a wish would elude her forever... but with the march of genetic technology, her dream could finally become a reality.

Her plan was rather mischievous: she had to steal the keycard to her older brother's gene-treatment lab, and sneak in when no one was looking. She discreetly acquired her own sample of cat DNA from a local cat cafe in the form of shed cat fur. The lab had something called a radiation singulator, an apparatus used for resequencing strands of DNA to produce new mutations... or something like that, she was a little fuzzy on the details.

She was in a hurry to try this out and, in layman's terms, it was a big laser that could imbue her with feline attributes. She made sure to follow the instructions, inserting the sample into the slot, before hurrying over to the end of the laser. She bounced up and down with giddy anticipation. She was getting goosebumps along her skin, brown and smooth as chestnuts; she paused to rub them, trying to relax. She took a deep breath, her rich auburn eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Okay computer..." She uttered. "Emit energy at 10%!"

It was convenient that the entire system could be voice-controlled. The tip of the laser glowed with an ethereal light, humming along, until a streak of light enveloped her, aimed squarely at her chest. Mandy gasped, feeling her skin tingling underneath her black band t-shirt and her short denim jorts. She trembled all over, her skin buzzing all over, the corners of her mouth twisting into the widest grin she had ever worn...

The sensation centered on the sides of her head; she raised a hand, feeling her ears moving on their own, sliding and narrowing to points as they shimmied to the top of her head, sprouting through her short-cut black hair. She murmured with astonishment, prodding one with a finger; it wiggled.

It was a cat ear! She had grown cat ears! Her eyes widened with delight; it was a subtle change, but it was proof that this insane enterprise was working.

"Technology is amazing...!" She swooned. She clenched her fists. "Computer! Increase energy levels to 25%!"

The machine's emissions intensified. She swooned, the strength in her legs ebbing away as her knees went weak. She collapsed to the ground as the energy pulsations swirled around her body, concentrating in her extremities. She clenched and relaxed her hands rhythmically as the energy bubbled around her fingers...

"...Ah?"

She watched with astonishment as her hands and forearms swelled in gentle pulsations, her fingers inflating to the size of sausages. She tensed her grip, winching as a shrill sound, like nails on a chalkboard, trailed the movement of her hands. She watched as her hands rounded out into ebony paws, fat around the fingers. She turned her paws to examine them, delighting at the cute pink paw pads that dotted her fingers and palms... and the sharp claws that sprouted from the tips of her fingers! She experimented with retracting and extending her claws, now an extension of herself.

She blinked, feeling a painful tension in her feet. She grit her teeth and bore it as her hind paws ripped through the soles of her sneakers. She grimaced, lamenting the loss of her shoes, before lowering her claws to tear through the remnants, allowing her feet to relax and grow. Her feet were huge, the soles of her feet growing away from her heel. She would be walking on her tip-toes everywhere now.

She blushed as another energy surge collected above her ass; she purred with delight, getting on all fours as she rocked her ass upwards, her shorts coming down enough as a lump developed, then grew on its own. Within moments, she had grown a tail of her own, covered in short fur; it waved happily in the air as she sat down in a frog-like position... or, rather, a cat-like position.

She smiled, flashing new fangs and canines, the glint of her emerald green, feline irises reflecting a swelling excitement within her.

"C'mon computer! More, more!"

She cackled, imagining the possibilities as the machine rumbled, the laser increasing in power as she swooned, raising her claws to her clothes to tear them off, slicing through the seams of fabric like butter. The power output increased to 80%... 90%... over 100%...!!!

She arched her back as her body buzzed with energy, electricity coursing through her as if it had nowhere else to go. She bore herself nude to the machine, her olive skin soft, smooth, developing a sheen as if she had been hand-massaged in oils. Her throat rumbled as she purred, mewling with the excitement of her body changing more. Maybe she would sprout fur along her body next, or whiskers... her body buzzed, seemingly eager to change more.

Conk.

"Gah! ...Huh?"

Mandy was surprised that her head had bumped into something, in the middle of her stretching. Her eyelids fluttered open, surprised to find that she had stretched, really stretched. She looked down her arching torso, gently curving past a length of ten feet.

Her body froze as the sensation of her elongated body finally reached her frazzled mind. Panic gripped her as she shifted, but her body tilted forward, tumbling to the ground.

"Gah! Nooo!" She braced herself, hoping she had something soft to land on! As she prayed, the energy collected around her exposed chest, and in a matter of moments, exploded with growth!

Flump! She hit the floor with a wet flop, her body jiggling all over with the impact. She gawked at how her breasts, each inflated to the size of a beach ball, cushioned her fall. She slowly groped herself with her paw hands, admiring their perfect curves, their size and hefty... and the way her claws sank into her skin, as if sinking into putty.

"What happened? I... I'm so... soft...~"

She purred, burrowing her head into her chest as she chuckled drunkenly to herself. They must've still been growing, even now. Her arms grew to ropey lengths, bonelessly wrapping around her breasts. She flopped backwards, onto her ass, cackling as they swelled in turn, cushioning her as she kicked her hind legs in the air, digging her claws into her breasts like one big stress toy.

She wondered if she overdid it with the radiation... her body collapsed in on itself, and now she was one big, stretchy... what would her brother call it, 'protoplasmic'? Goopy, soft-to-the-touch catgirl. She kneaded her breasts, her purring rocking her entire body.

"Nyaha... s'good..." She muttered, her cheeks stretching as she wore a bright, excited smile. She couldn't wait to explore her new abilities... right after she was done exploring herself.

Mandy purred with delight, her claws digging deeper into her beachball-sized breasts; the flesh of her mammaries practically enveloped her paws. She was so hot, the energy coursing through her had concentrated entirely in her chest. Beads of... not sweat, but ooze trickled down the curves of her breasts, her body sagging to the floor. She massaged her breasts as she eagerly sank into the curves of her inflated body...

Pop! Her breasts gave out like balloons, and she suddenly found herself lurching towards the ground into a wet plop. She murmured something indistinct as her head sunk into her shifting biomass, ecstatic impulses ricocheting around her entire body, overheating her as she squelched along the floor into a slick, glossy pile of slime.

She burbled happily as her body subtly stretched, squeezed, and writhed along the floor, a shapeless mass, the same colour as her olive skin... the ooze moved on its own, twisting, tendrils sprouting from its sides, twisting towards the ceiling; boneless protruding tentacles stiffened into proper limbs once more as her head, twisting atop a noodly, hyper-extended neck, looked over herself, a torso sprouting from a pile of ooze.

"Incredible... I'm all putty..." She admired her luscious body, filled with potential. She found herself staring longingly at her own, pronounced chest, before glancing to her right paw. She curiously distended one claw from her index finger.

"I wonder..." She murmured to herself. She brought the claw to her other arm and, with a precise swirl, cut around her other arm, right at the elbow. The sensation was strange, feeling the sensation of cutting and being cut, but feeling no pain, like a knife through butter...

And then her left forearm plopped to the floor, disconnected from the rest of her body by a clean cut. She stared, trying to move it as she would normally. She tensed her fingers... and the detached limb responded! The irises of her feline eyes dilated with excitement...

The detached limb crawled up using its fingers as legs, wading through the puddle that she comprised, clambering up her half-formed thighs, and stretching on its own to wedge itself between her cleavage. She moaned, biting her lips as she groped herself, her fingers elongating to play with her stiff nipples. Her right arm grabbed at her to try and wrest it free, but her grip was so sticky... she giggled with delight.

With a pop, she wrested it free, and jammed the arm against her shoulder, where the two cut ends met. With some twisting, she affixed her arm back, gooey tendrils reforming the seams. She twisted her arm, feeling none the worse for wear!

Her attention turned back to her breasts, their perfect, perky shape. She got a hungry look in her eyes, her paws tensing, claws at the ready as she placed them under the cups of her chest. She purred as her claws cut into her flesh, drawing circles around them until...

Pop! They came right off, her paw-fingers curling around the breast flesh, squeezing tenderly, urgently. She mewled as she massaged, squeezing them over and over, her snake-like fingers stretching, eager to clamber all over them. It felt amazing, like she was being groped all over her chest at once, inside and out.

She moaned as the rest of her body reformed, sexual heat overcoming her. Her fingers coiled together like vines, sucking and kissing at her breasts all over, her body tingling with need and excitement. She yearned to be filled; her tail rushed to the task, coiling around to insert itself into her yearning womanhood, only pressing deeper, never thrusting. Her breasts sunk into her forearms, her body reabsorbing it inside of her, squeezing her breasts all over as they melted within her, reintegrating with her body.

Her tongue lolled as she leaned back, streaks of ooze trickling down her body all over again. Lost in the pleasure, the possibilities, she began to melt, sinking into the gaps between the tiles on the floor. She always wanted to be a catgirl, but now she was a protoplasmic catgirl, one that could be pulled apart, reshaped into whatever form she wanted, whatever she needed... to fulfill all of her needs. To fuck, and to be fucked...

An animalistic yearning gripped her as her breath went haggard, exhaling with delight as she sunk back, lurching along the floor. She was so horny... did the transformation instill in her some intense sexual heat as well?

She didn't care. She enjoyed every second of it.