She wasn't ready...no amount of mental preparation could've primed her for the actual experience of changing into a cat. She could feel her feline partner purring, even through her tongue...every sandpaper lick changed her further. She'd started with her stomach, two long, arduous licks from her crotch up until her furry head butted up against her breasts. Slowly, small welts blossomed and expanded into full-on tits, two jiggling columns where that tongue had touched. Then they'd French kissed, a sloppy, full-face affair that slowly pushed the two of them apart, as her growing snout interposed between their love-making. Then came the ears, twitching and flicking atop her increasingly-feline head...and now she was diving across her body with gusto, long strokes from her thigh to her armpit, as the first dusting of fur began to crawl its way across her changing body...
The anticipation was killing her, and the cat was taunting her...she knew where she needed to feel that tongue more than anywhere else, but it would be left for last...