Karyn approached the wall in the school courtyard, wearing her typical scruffy old slacks and a worn old green jumper. Her orange fur was in its normal unruly state and she smiled subtly as she spotted Joan, her longtime friend, resting at the top of the wall, her tail hanging off, just its tip nervously flicking. The overall effect, Karyn thought, was pretty cute. She'd always thought Joan was very cute, but they'd never been more than friends. She couldn't breach that. Not with Joan. Part of her always wished Joan would make the first move. But she never had. Probably into guys, Karyn thought, sadly, though she had never seen Joan show interest in that way in anyone, and Joan had repudiated every guy who asked her out.
When she finally reached Joan, she leapt up onto the wall with ease.
"Hey, Joan-girl! How's it going? Good break?"
"Mrow," Joan responded sheepishly.
"For me, it was the same-old, same-old," Karyn continued. "There's only so many snowy mountain peaks you can gaze at in wonder in a lifetime. I might have to give the old spring break tradition a miss next year and just hang out with you."
Joan solemnly sat there with no visible reaction for a few seconds, before saying, "meow," in an anxious tone.
"What's wrong?" Karyn responded.
Joan pawed at the belly satchel she had been carrying all day. No way was she leaving this in a locker. Administration could open it at any time, then there was that autistic guy that picked the locks of all the lockers and opened them for fun.
"What'chu got there Joan?" Karyn asked.
Joan threaded a claw through the zipper slide tab's hole, and opened the satchel, and then carefully gave Karyn a small box, held between her forepaws. It was a small one by one by four inch box made of dark wood, with a few obscure markings carved into it.
"A cute little box?" Karyn asked. It was quite mysterious.
"Meow," Joan replied, as Karyn examined the little box. One end of it opened easily. Inside was a rather crumpled piece of paper and a rather unusual, if plain-looking, stone. The stone was slightly metallic, rather like haematite, but with a reddish hue to its surface, rounded, flattish and about an inch across. "Meow," Joan nodded at Karyn, as she managed to extricate the piece of paper without damage by adeptly pressing down on it with a claw and sliding.
It was some sort of letter, and what it said was this:
Dear Joan,
If you are reading this, it means I have passed on. Do not mourn my leaving; although we shall no longer be able to spend time together, be happy knowing that where I am now is just a new start and a different perspective than before and that I shall just look at it as my next great adventure.
The stone you find in this box is my legacy to you. Treat it with care, it does not look much, but has immense power. I have entrusted it to you, as my favourite granddaughter and friend, to be its keeper and guardian now that I am gone, though I expect you will probably need help with its use, someone who can speak.
I found the stone on my latest expedition to South America and I believe it to be of Incan origin. How it works, or where it came from beyond that, I have no idea. All I can tell you is how it works and trust you to use it wisely.
Bear with me on this next bit; I know it sounds fantastic, but trust me when I tell you that I am telling the truth. All I say is real and it will not take much experimentation for you to prove it.
While holding the stone against one's flesh (I recommend a cat who can talk just holding it against the tip of her nose, or if you had a human to help you, in his hand as the simplest approach, as contact with hair doesn't work, and so a cat has very limited choices for direct contact), simply use the words 'I wish' followed by whatever it is you want the stone to do. There is no limit to the number of times one can do this, as far as I can divine, but beware for the words of a wish can be reinterpreted but not changed once the breath is over. The stone has great power, but is not unlimited. Changes made will be as if it has always been so, apart from for those within earshot of the wish or out of the range of influence of the stone. This range I estimate at several miles, but I fear I have not been able to determine an exact figure. And most importantly, the effects can't be undone with successive wishes. Wish very carefully, for anything they do is permanent.
I must go now. Use the gift I have given you wisely, and think of me often.
Your friend, always,
Grandpa.
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Karyn finished reading the note and looked at Joan accusingly. "Is this a wind up, because it's not funny if it is?"
Joan shook her head.
"You can't be serious. If this note is real, your grandfather faked his own death or something similar and has left you a magic Inca stone which grants wishes."
Joan nodded. "Mrow."
"And you expect me to believe that?"
"Mrow."
"Not a chance." She crossed her front legs over her chest. "I mean, I'm as open minded as the next girl, but this is just plain silly."
Karyn looked around. "Ok, just for shits and giggles, I'll prove it to you. See that branch, on the ground?" She waved a paw in that general direction, obviously unable to point with a finger as a guy would be able to. But on the ground in the grass, was a single piece of wood that had fallen off one of the nearby trees. She held the opening of the box against the rhinarium of her snout and tilted it up with her paws, so the stone inside rested against her skin. "I wish the bark on that branch was blue."
And an unfamiliar sensation hit them both. It was like momentarily getting something in your eye, forcing you to be unable to look at the object the wish was affecting. Both Joan and Karyn a little taken aback by the strange sensation.
"Hey, weird, it was like..." Then Karyn caught sight of the branch. Which was bright blue. "Holy shit!"
"Meow," Joan replied.
"My god, it really works!?" Karyn was agape.
"Meow," Joan replied.
"What about that other claim," Karyn remarked. She once again held the little box against her nose and wished for the branch to be red.
Nothing happened.
"Just like it said," Karyn said. "The repercussions of using this thing are scary!"
Silence hung for a moment.
"What do we do with something like this," Karyn said.
"Mrow?" Joan shrugged.
Karyn was just contemplating possible wishes when they were interrupted by a high-pitched laugh.
Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and class-A bitch, was wandering across the yard followed by her usual entourage of drooling, overmuscled football players and other assorted testosterone-fueled flunkies.
Karyn was unimpressed. "Why are men all so shallow? Everyone knows that McMillan is a total bitch and yet, because she has tabby fur and big tits, every guy in the school spends half his life dribbling down her cleavage."
"Meow," Joan replied. What a hostile comment to say right in front of your tabby, and er, above average endowed, friend. And sexist and not true at all. Joan deep down really resented when Karyn said things like that. It was as much an attack on herself as it was on Sarah, as well as all humans, and though Joan had shot down every human who had hit on her, she had done it sensitively, and gotten to know several of them, and knew there was more to them than just drooling sex monkeys like Karyn thought. Bitch this, bitch that. No one thinks Sarah is a bitch but you, Karyn, she thought, but it's not like Joan could say that. She noted, although she had to admit that Sarah wasn't bad to look at, even though she had avoided associating with her, really just on Karyn's authority on her character, but also mostly because she seemed kind of dumb, vapid, interested in the things Joan wasn't interested in, namely cheerleading and its associated football. But maybe Karyn wasn't much of an authority, it now seemed to Joan.
"There's only one of her; why can't she just pick one and let the rest of us have a go?" She sighed, still holding the little box against the tip of her nose.
"Meow," Joan commented. Don't you want to put that thing down, she thought. Only touch it when you mean it.
"It's because I'm orange. Everyone hates oranges. God, I wish I had tabby fur and big boobs and maybe then I'd get some of the attention."
Joan was torn between resenting the reiteration of the comment that was obviously directed as much against herself as against Sarah, and shock and horror that Karyn had just said that while holding the stone against her nose!
It dawned on Karyn briefly, but it was much too late by then. They found they had to look down and away, as if they got something in their eyes, or so it seemed.
Joan pretty much had an idea of what to expect when she looked back, but it was so much worse than that.
Karyn no longer stood on two legs. Her body had reshaped. She was now a cat, as if she had gotten pregnant. Because as everyone knows, females are born as catgirls, some able to speak and some not, but when they first become pregnant, over a day or two, their bodies undergo a permanent transformation, into full cats. Complete with 6 breasts instead of 2, which biologists surmised was in preparation for the need to nurse litters that typically ranged from 4 to 6.
The box rested on the ground. The stone had fallen out of it when Karyn had dropped it in transition, and it sat 2 inches from its opening. Joan carefully slid it back into the box, put the box back into her tummy satchel, and zipped it closed. Enough trouble with that thing for now!
Karyn still wore her favourite baggy green sweater, while her slacks, which definitely wouldn't have still fit on her now very different hindlegs, was gone, and Karyn's lower half was stark naked. She also wore no shoes on any paws, though they did make quadrupedal shoes for full cats. Joan was really pretty much in the dark as to her bust size before the wish, but presumably they hadn't counted as 'big', at least in her mind. Not that that was an important matter. The fur, however, was a different story. It was not only light brown and black striped tabby, but the coiffure of fur on top of her head had changed to match, but also greatly lengthened, and became perfectly straight. Joan almost blushed, because frankly, she thought Karyn was unbelievably hot like this. But she secretly always had a thing for post-pregnancy women, i.e. the full cat form of the female of their species. And Karyn hadn't just been upgraded to 2 big ones. Because she now had 6, which her sweater completely failed to contain. Her bottom two on her lower abdomen, hanging down there,were exposed for all to see, though still covered in dense tabby fur.
What it meant, was that history had been changed as a result of her wish. "Changes made will be as if it has always been so," as the letter said. What it meant, was that in the version of events where Karyn had big breasts, she had gotten pregnant. Did she give birth? Was she a mom? Where were the babies? Or was the pregnancy terminated. Teen pregnancy was seen as scandalous and a tragedy, for many reasons, one being that cats just had more limitations than catgirls. Girls didn't want to turn into cats until their lives had settled down, and they were in a position to accept their new bodies. By convention, full cats didn't usually wear clothes, but sometimes they did, especially if they were ashamed of their bodies for a while after their change. People, that is to say, humans, catgirls and cats, tried to be sensitive on the matter, and be accepting either way.
Karyn looked down at her new body. "Fuck."
"Meow," Joan sighed. At least your sweater didn't disappear. That might have been a possibility.
A tear fell down Karyn's face. "Could have been worse. I could have wished..." She paused for a moment in horror, before realizing she was wasn't still holding the stone. "Never mind. Oh my god. I'm a cat, Joan. I'm a cat for the rest of my life now."
"Meow." Joan noted.
"Does that also mean, I'm a mom? Do I have kittens waiting for me at home? This, this changes everything, about my life... you, keep the stone with you. It's much safer with you. I don't think now is the time to be rash." With that Karyn was up off the wall and walking away. "Meet me here again tomorrow," she called back before she disappeared around the corner.
Joan looked down at the satchel. She decided that tomorrow she was going to leave it at home, well-hidden from her Mom. She figured it was less likely to cause more trouble if it was less directly accessible. Fortunately, her mom couldn't use it herself, but it was important that she hide it from her anyway, in case she did something with it like throw it out, or put it somewhere Joan wouldn't find.
She looked around the now deserted yard and decided it was time to slope off home. Tomorrow was a new day and there was only one way to find out what it would bring...
As Karyn loped home, her breasts jiggled beneath her, partially contained within her sweater. She felt twinges of pleasure in places she had never felt them before. "They are big ones, aren't they," Karyn quietly said to herself, and then in embarrassment, realized she had reflexively raised her tail in glee, flashing the world, before lowering it again. I really made the change, she thought, I'm an adult now, I'm in my cat form. She had been dreaming about it in the back of her mind for many years. It was every little girl's dream, and wonder, after all, what it would be like, when she reached her cat form. Karyn had half given up on that dream, thinking that was inevitable since she didn't like guys, but now that she suddenly had it, it was actually a little bit shocking, maybe even scary. Well, maybe being a cat was good too. She couldn't worry about that now though. She needed to find out if she was a mom, if she had a litter waiting for her at home, or possibly, they were actually brewing inside her right now. If that was the case, who the hell was the father. Having sex with a male, ugh, the thought was unthinkable to Karyn. How could she have possibly done that? How had this reality come to be?!
