Beach Kitty [Man to Cat Woman TG]

Tier Reward for Nathan Rancher

Jaxon is enjoying his day at the beach when he runs into three anthro cat women, one of whom scratches him, causing him to transform into one himself.

This story is a sequel to The Insane Transformations of Dr. Marlowe and Dr. Marlowe's Revenge, but can be read stand alone.

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The sun hung high in the sky, the air was warm, and the water was cool. A perfect day. The beach was quiet, save for the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. For Jaxon, this was paradise. He sat, straddling his surfboard out past the swell, enjoying the serenity as a saltwater breeze tousled his sun-bleached hair. He'd been working hard these last few weeks, but now the semester was finally over, and he'd decided to splurge. The beach wasn't big, but it was his for the day. No distractions, no crowds; just him, the ocean, and his surfboard.

But as he paddled back to shore, something caught his eye. Three women were standing near the water, no, wait, they weren’t women at all. They were cats. Not proper cats, of course, still feminine in their body shape, but with silky tails and soft, pointed ears above their heads, and a light dusting of slick fur. Jaxon groaned. He knew them, the famous college mascots. Over the last year, more and more people had been going through a second puberty of sorts, developing animal-like features. He wasn't one of them, obviously, but those three freaks were. They didn’t belong here, not on this beach. This was supposed to be his spot.

His heart rate quickened, irritation bubbling up as he took in their appearance. One woman wore oversized sunglasses and a flowing sundress that did nothing to hide her tail or feline face. The other two were laughing, carefree, dressed in nothing but bikinis; did they have no shame? Nobody wanted to see those furry bodies. They were out of place, and that unsettled him more than he cared to admit. He’d stopped going to college football games because he found them so distracting. Not sexy, obviously, only some sort of weirdo would find anthro cat women sexy, and Jaxon wasn’t a weirdo. He didn't think tails were sexy at all! 

He paddled back to shore, frustration building. The water clung to his body as he stood, dripping wet, droplets sliding down the smooth planes of muscle on his chest, hands on his hips. His eyes narrowed in on the freaks. They were still there, standing with a casual ease that only fueled his frustration. Without thinking, Jaxon strode across the sand, his feet leaving deep impressions in the soft ground. 

"Hey!" he barked, more aggressively than he intended. "This beach is private. You need to get off."

The woman in the oversized sunglasses turned slowly, her gaze meeting his with a cool, calm expression; her ears twitched. She wasn’t intimidated. In fact, she almost seemed amused. It only irritated Jaxon further.

"We have just as much right to be here as you," she said, her tone steady, without a hint of aggression.

“Yeah, you tell ‘em, Maria.” One of the others hissed. 

The sound sent a shiver down his spine, and Jaxon froze.

“No way,” he retorted, his voice a little louder now. “I’ve got this place rented, too. There’s some kind of mix-up, but you need to leave.”

The cat women didn’t flinch. The darker one purred and stepped forward. 

"We’re not causing trouble," she said, "We’re just here to enjoy the day. Maybe we could share...?"

The first woman, Maria, apparently, rolled her eyes. “Brandy, down girl…”

Jaxon clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to hear it. He had hired the beach, not them. He didn't want to share with a bunch of anthro freaks, with their soft fur and sexy bikinis. 

“Look, get out or I will make you!” He sneered; he was bigger than them, stronger too, he’d carry them off the beach if he had to. Not that he wanted to touch them or anything. 

“Ugh, whatever, he’s not worth it.” Maria sighed, “Come on, girls, let’s go find somewhere else to have some fun. I don't know about you, but I could use some stress relief.”

Maria giggled in delight, and Brandy followed after, but the third, up until now silent, woman stayed. His hissed at him, swiping a hand across his chest in a way that could have been playful but instead stung as her sharp nails scratched his chest.

“Ow! Hey, that’s assault!”

“Oh, grow up, you big baby, they aren’t even bleeding.”

She turned on her heels and walked away, hips and tail swaying. He tried his best not to watch. Jaxon stood there, watching them go, his chest still tight with tension. He shook his head and walked back toward the spot he’d claimed as his own. The sand felt different beneath his feet now, somehow off. As he glanced out at the waves, his thoughts lingered on the women. What would it feel like to be transformed like them? He shuddered, and not entirely from disgust. 

“They’ve ruined my beach day…” he muttered, rubbing at his chest only to find the scratches had already mysteriously healed. “Huh, that’s weird…”

Jaxon blinked, suddenly feeling disoriented. The place where the scratches had been was now accompanied by a strange warmth, a sensation crawling beneath his skin. He shook his head, telling himself it was nothing. He must have imagined it.

But as he turned back to the water, he felt a strange tightness in his chest. His breath caught in his throat, shallow and fast. He stumbled slightly, reaching up to rub his face, but stopped when he felt something... different. His square jaw felt off somehow, like it was the wrong shape. He smoothed his fingers along it, then down his throat, waiting for the familiar bump of his Adam’s apple. It never came.

“Whaaaaaa!?” The sound that escaped his lips sounded almost like a cat's yowl, which only made him cry out again in surprise. 

His ears burned, and Jaxon felt them shifting, moving upwards to the stop of his skull. In a panic, he reached up, his fingers brushed against the curve of his ears, and he froze. They were no longer human. They were small, rounded, and twitching slightly in the breeze, just like the freaks. 

His heart hammered in his chest as a new, unfamiliar sensation spread through him. He glanced down at his hands, expecting to see the usual skin and flesh, but instead, he saw a fine coat of sandy fur growing rapidly, inch by inch, up his arms. The shape of the scratches had reappeared on his chest, but instead of tears in his skin, they were three stripes of pale blonde fur. Fur that rapidly began to spread over his entire chest, leaving only his nipples bare. 

“Oh no! No, no!” He cried, pressing his hands to his chest as if that might stop the spread of fur. He could feel it all over his body now, tingling and spreading like a wave of water over his skin. As soon as his hands touched his chest, it responded. His flat muscles shifted, and Jaxon’s whole chest lurched. He gasped in surprise as he felt the skin there start to soften, then grow outwards. With every panicked breath he took, his chest was growing rounder, his nipples longer and darker, almost like…

“Oh my God, I am growing tits!” 

The hairs prickled as they thickened, the texture becoming softer, smoother, like the coat of a cat. His nails elongated, twisting and curving into sharp claws that dug into the sensitive skin of his new breasts.

Panicking, Jaxon stumbled back, his feet slipping in the sand. The warmth was intensifying, spreading to his legs, his back, his neck. He felt his spine ache and shift as if something deep inside was trying to break free. He gasped, gripping his stomach, feeling the muscles there rippling beneath his skin.

He could feel the bones in his face contorting, his nose and mouth reshaping, as though something deep within him was being reassembled. His jaw elongated, pushing out into a snout, and his lips pulled back in a silent grimace as sharp teeth began to emerge, like a predator’s. The taste in his mouth changed, sharper and more instinctive, like he could suddenly taste every grain of salt in the air, every trace of the earth beneath his stumbling feet.

His vision blurred for a moment, then sharpened, everything becoming more vivid, more intense, as if he could see every detail with incredible clarity. His eyes, once brown, shifted to a bright amber hue, gleaming like the woman’s, and the world around him seemed to shift in a way he couldn’t explain. He could smell the scent of the ocean, the warmth of the sand, and the faint tang of the woman’s presence still lingering in the air.

His hips cracked and stretched, becoming wider as his waist cinched in. The years of hard, trained muscle melting away into gently sloping curves and an hourglass figure. 

With a shudder, his back arched, and his spine seemed to extend, the bones twisting painfully as they elongated. He fell to his hands and knees, sand thankfully softened the blow. His hips bucked back and forth, and his swim shorts began to grow tight. A second later, he felt them rip, the elastic snapped, and the clothing fell to the sand in shreds. 

That pressure in his spine was growing, but there was also pressure in his ass. He could feel it swelling just like his chest. His breasts hung low, jiggling with each arch of his back until finally,  a long, furry tail erupted from the base of his spine, swishing behind him in confusion, as his body balanced awkwardly on all fours.

But even as he struggled with the transformation, there was something… primal in him that whispered in the back of his mind. Something that urged him to embrace it. No, he didn't want this; he didn't want to be a woman or a cat person! But there was no stopping it now; his breasts were hanging low and heavy, and there was a new sensation between his legs. 

“Noooo…” He moaned, feeling his cock being sucked up into his body.

His balls melted into the fur around his legs and disappeared entirely. It felt like something was burrowing deep inside him, leaving an aching hollowness between his legs. The sea breeze suddenly felt twice as strong against his new, sensitive folds, and he shivered, trying to ignore the little tingles of pleasure it caused. 

Water lapped at his fingers; the tide was coming in. With a hiss, Jaxon flipped onto his ass and scooted back, then groaned, feeling all that sand scrape against his fur. What had that freak done to him?! He looked out at the ocean and hissed. The idea of getting back in there felt wrong. Cats hated water, and he was a cat now, whether he wanted it or not. Not only had those freaks taken his body from him, they’d altered his mind as well!

Jaxon stumbled to his feet and looked down at himself, balancing on his tiptoes and twisting his spine to try and see every part of his new body. He was more flexible now, so it wasn’t hard. His fur was longer than the other cat woman's, and a shimmery pale gold colour. His figure was full and curvaceous, with wide hips and a heavy ass with the breasts to match. His tail lashed in frustration, and he shuddered as some of the soft hairs there brushed against his now sensitive inner thighs. 

“Damn them,” he hissed, trying to lower his voice back down to his old register. “I’ll get them for this, if it’s the last thing I do.”

He looked down at his surfboard lying in the sand and growled before leaving it where it lay and heading off the beach. He wouldn’t need it anymore; he had a revenge to plan.