She'd made fun of the wrong woman, that much was becoming clear. It wasn't even prompted by anything...just a bit of cruelty to feel superior and make her friends laugh. The lady was obviously in her 40s and wearing clothing way too revealing for her age. Maybe calling her an aging cougar had been the last straw, the last thing she needed after a frustrating day...either way, she'd ominously told them they'd regret that remark when one day they were cougars themselves. And of course they'd laughed it off and went on their way...
Now she knew the true meaning behind her words...her body creaked and shifted as she moaned, her voice becoming more of a feline growl. She didn't even remember coming to these woods...something had compelled her, some silent calling to where she belonged now. Her panties dangled from her changing paw as she leaned forward, her posture changing, to better enable her to hunt her prey...