Sam opened the fridge looking for a can of beer. It had been a long day and he needed a drink. But the only thing he could find was an odd looking bottle labeled ‘Happy Cat’.
Strange, he thought. Never heard of that brand.
A sticky note was pasted on it by his roommate Mike, telling him not to drink it. Sam smiled. He was always mooching off Mike, so he was not surprised to see the note. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he bought a case of beer himself. Or any food for that matter. But that was how Sam rolled, and he thought Mike should be used to it by now. Sam tore off the note and tossed it in the trash, then opened the bottle.
“Bottoms up, ” he said, as he took a sip.
Whew! That is some nasty shit, he thought as he swallowed the foul liquid. It tasted a little bitter, with a strong aftertaste. Maybe it had gone bad.
I really need to get Mike to buy a better brand of beer. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers, Sam thought as he took another chug, a larger one this time.
Sam winced at the acrid taste of the beer. It really did taste bad. But it also made his body feel good. Kinda tingly all over.
Must be some strong stuff, Sam thought as he drank some more. It didn’t taste quite so bad this time. And the pleasant feelings coursing through his body grew stronger. Sam took the beer with him to the couch and sat down. His clothes felt a bit tight, especially around his waist and tank top, so he opened the button on his shorts. His skin itched a little, too.
Maybe I am having some kind of allergic reaction, he thought idly as he scratched with his longer nails.
But the beer didn’t seem to be hurting him, so Sam continued to drink. In fact, he was starting to feel a little horny. He reached into his pants and felt his penis, now hard but looking a little smaller than he remembered. Sam giggled at the sight of the small thing straining and twitching.
Man, I must be drunk, he thought as he took another swig. I was wrong. This stuff is great. I have to convince Mike to get some more of it.
Sam abandoned his dick and began to fondle his chest. His breasts were puffy and sensitive. But also felt so good to touch. He fondled them a little, failing to notice his mouth stretching into a muzzle with growing whiskers, the small tail slowly extending out from the base of his spine and his ears shifting to the top of his head as they grew longer and more angular.
A few hours later, Mike returned to the apartment he shared with Sam. His girlfriend had been trying to get her cat to breed so he borrowed a mixture of experimental feline hormones from a friend at the University. It was supposed to bring a cat into heat. The guy had warned him to keep the solution refrigerated, so Mike was a little surprised to see it sitting on the kitchen table. He lifted the bottle – it was empty! Mike was only supposed to give the cat a few teaspoons.
Mike scratched his head in confusion. Had he left it out on the kitchen table when he went to get his girlfriend’s cat and bring it back to his apartment? Had it evaporated or something?
Then Sam walked into the kitchen. He sashayed as he walked, Sam’s hips swaying seductively as he walked. Sam was practically bursting out of his clothes, his large breasts and wide hips stretching them to their limit. He looked up at Mike with a dull, glazed look.
Did Mike always look that hot, thought Sam. Man ….. I always thought Mike was such a jerk …. never really got a good look in those eyes I guess….
“Um, Sam did you drink this?” asked Mike nervously.
“Yeah, sorry I drank all of your beer. But I’ll make it up to you,” said Sam, as he leaned close to Mike and cuddled against him. Sam’s long furry tail wrapped around Mike’s body, tickling him as it rubbed against his skin.
“Beer?” said Mike with confusion. Then he suddenly realized what happened.
Mike sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night. Cats could be very wild when they were in heat.
