That's how I wound up in the men's room sitting on the toilet, pants around my ankles and an electric toothbrush in my hand. My panties were completely saturated and my entire vagina swollen to the point that everything puffed outwards.

  Just don’t touch it. I told myself, just don’t touch it.

  But exposed to the air, it ignited in a fierce, tingling need. It filled the stall with the musky odor of fresh sex and dripped viscous fluid into the water below me.

  You don’t have to be boring Gavin. Car’s taunt swam around my head. I found myself pying with my nipples; they were as hard as a pair of pebbles. My hips gave these little pulsing thrusts as I did.

  “Don’t touch it.” I panted and pulled the toothbrush from the box. A soft moan crept out between my lips as I pressed the backside of the toothbrush head into the folds. A few flicks of my clit and I’d be done. There! The hard tip pressed on the sensitive spot and my entire body tensed with the force of the sensation. Suddenly it shifted, squeezing out to the side of the head, and sent a searing bolt of sensation through me. The toothbrush fell into the bowl with a soft ker-plop. I reached, but not for the toothbrush, for my folds. Immediately, my fingers tingled. Ignoring it, I sunk myself in deep, gasping at the pleasure parting myself produced. I used my other hand to stroke my clit and bit my bottom lip to bottle in a scream. It all stirred an electric sensation deep within my hips and spreading upward as I experiment to find the right motion. Deeper! I spread my legs, used one hand to hold my puss open and the other to stroke my swelling internal walls. My own juices mingled with the water as the sensations built toward that orgasm.

  Lost in the depths of myself, I knew Xianta’s punishment waited for me but that would be for future me. Wrong. It started as a stiffness in my knuckles. Easily dismissed as tiring fingers and ignored in the quest for orgasm. The swelling caused a note of concern, but the added girth added new stretching dimension to the pleasure. Only when the hand I held myself open with slipped did I open my eyes and find the reason. The palm of my hand had stretched away from my thumb, which had been partially swallowed by the swelling flesh. A spike of arm had me pull the other out of myself. Just in time, as wicked cws split the center of each of my fingernails. I screamed mostly because it's all I could do as I watched my hands, which I did everything with in my life, swelled into something else. The first segment of each finger bound themselves together. Bck pad pressed out of the joined flesh and from each swollen fingertip. A creamy white fur appeared around the pads and spread, turning orange streaked with bck. It contoured the lumpy flesh into the recognizable shapes of cat’s paws. Huge paws, each nearly the size of a dinner pte. My thumbs had been reduced to nothing more than a sheath for a rge cw and sat almost three inches farther away from the bridge of my hand. I had some dexterity in my digits, able to spread them but trying to curl my fingers merely slid the cws out of their tips.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckity fuck!” Was my opinion on the subject as I stood in an absolute panic.

  “You alright in there?” Someone in the bathroom answered me. A couple of cycles ter, I pced the voice: Agent Boon.

  “Uh… no. Just dropped my phone in the bowl.” I said, the lie coming to me smoother than expected.

  “Ick. Good thing sanitation regutions ain’t my department. Have fun with that.” He replied, and I heard his footstep walk from the entrance to the trines. Had he only caught the end of that? Must of, I thanked my eldritch entities. Whatever those square eyes saw, it didn’t appear he could detect Xianta’s magic on me.

  I listen to his tinkle and flush of the trine; he spent a very long time washing his hands and then exited the bathroom without further comment. Once he left, I looked past my huge paws and at the pants that ringed my ankles, wondering how the hell this could work. Pulling up the panties and pants proved easy enough, cws penetrated the denim with frightening ease. Holding them up, however proved a puzzle. Couldn’t fasten the button with my fat digits, but after several fumbling attempts, I managed to cinch the belt around my waist.

  First task complete, second, I had to hide the paws. They were too big to shove into pants pockets. I stabbed myself in the leg trying to fish my keys out. Fish, Freddy. Freddy would help me. He might not even ask questions if I told him not too. I just had to get to him, without anyone seeing my huge, orange furred, bck striped tiger paws at the end of my arms. Fortunately, I had my apron, and it had pockets rge enough. I hung it around my neck, didn’t bother tying the back and shoved the paws into its pouch. Then I had to take them out again to paw at the tch on the stall. Fucking logistics.

  Nervous sweat pstered my shirt over my skin by the time I made it out of the bathroom. Hunching to keep the paws in the pockets, I speed walked back to the floor. My luck continued to hold, when I found Freddy straightening some merch.

  He noticed my approached and his quick smile quickly morphed to a frown of concern. “What’s…”

  “I’m not feeling well. I need you to clock me out sick and drive me home, right now.” I told him in a low whisper.

  “Wha-” He tried again. I cut him off.

  “Freddy please! I’ll tell you in the car, but not here.”

  He sucked in his cheeks, blew them out, then nodded. “Meet me by the car.”

  “Thanks.” I murmured and immediately started for the entrance.

  One of the dies on door duty inquired where I was going. Told her I wasn’t feeling well without looking back. Freddy’s car wasn’t hard to find. Big red truck with an I’d rather be fishing bumper sticker. Man wasn’t subtle as he thought. I loitered near the truck for a few minutes before I heard the locks pop and saw Freddy hustling toward me. My paw came out instinctively and I spped it on the door handle before I realized what I’d done. Freddy swore.

  I didn’t turn around, just jammed a few digits beneath the handle and pushed until the door opened. Saying nothing, I cmber in and shut the door to wait.

  “What in flying fucking hell happened to your hands Gav?” Freddy excimed as stepped up into the truck and started the engine.

  “What you need a better look?” I id both on my thighs and spread the digits.

  “Fuck me. How?” Freddy asked, throwing the truck in reverse and backed out of the parking spot with enough speed that I became very aware that I hadn’t fastened my seat belt.

  “You don’t wanna know. Not with that Agent around.” I said, hooking the seat belt with my cws and drawing it across myself.

  Freddy didn’t respond as her drove us to the parking lot exit and I vainly attempting jam the buckle into the slot. Once we stopped at the light, he reached over, grasped my paw and moved it out of the way with a gentle squeeze. The grip lingered a moment before he released me and clicked the buckle into pce.

  “Whatever you need buddy.” He said, then drove through the intersection toward the highway.

  The silence yawned between us. I cradled the paw he’d touched, my tongue pying against the inside of my teeth as I held back a strange urge to taste the fur he’s touched. Freddy pressed his lips into a thin, grim line and kept his eyes on the road.

  “There’s a chance,” I hazarded, “That I can fix this.” This had to be the punishment that Xianta had warned me of. Surely she didn’t expect me to live like this? I couldn’t do my job like this. The MDA would figure it out in no time ft and then… Then Xianta would take me as onto her ship as a pet. Surely, she didn’t want… whatever we had to end like that?

  “How much of a chance?” Freddy asked.

  “Good?” I tried to be hopeful. “Just if I call in sick tomorrow, it's probably not fixed yet.” I did not add, if I’m allowed to return at all.

  He nodded. “I’ll stick with the intestinal distress story. You call me tomorrow, regardless, right?”

  “Sure. If I can.” I waved a paw at him.

  “Here.” He plucked something from a cupholder in the center console between our seats. A small silver stylus with a thick shaft. “This will help you with your phone.”

  My pussy pulsed as I csped the stylus between two digits, but it was my heart that grabbed my attention by twisting oddly in my chest. I knew Freddy was solid, but seemed well beyond the drinking buddy’s call of duty. I sniffed hard as dropped the stylus into the apron’s central pocket.

  We didn’t say anything more until he’d pulled in front of my building, then he asked, “Can you get in on your own?”

  I looked at my paws and turned them over while thinking it over. The bck leathery pads were each the size of a key. The locks on the front door to the building were particurly tricky. It occasionally took a few moments of fiddling to open. I didn’t know if I could to it with these paws. I might need to use my teeth.

  “No.” The word shook as I spoke it and heat crawled up the sides of my face. “I need you to let me in, or I could be there all day.” Twisting my hips and straightening my leg, I presented him the pocket that contained my keys.

  Reaching over, he pulled the keys from my pocket and I told him which was which. I opened the door, shoved my paws into the apron and then followed Freddy in.

  “Nice pce,” He commented as I led them through the building and up the stairs to my apartment. Nice is generous for the building.

  “Rent’s on the cheaper side.” I said, as he unlocked the door and opened it.

  His eyebrows raised as he scanned the interior. “I would hope so. You’re not kidding when you said you only have guests that want to see your bedroom. There’s not much else in here.”

  “Least it's clean.” I pushed passed him with an annoyed huff and held out a paw for the keys.

  He dangled them over the wide bck central paw pad. “If you don’t call or show at work tomorrow, I’m going to come by after work.”

  “Fair.” I nodded.

  The keys fell into my paw and I had to cp them between both to prevent them from sliding off onto the floor. I set them on a little table beside the door.

  “Thanks Freddy.” I said, as he backed out into the hallway. Concern lined every feature of his face.

  “You do whatever you gotta do.” He reached for the door handle. “I’ll see you tomorrow Gavin.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed as the door clicked closed, then once his footsteps retreated, I csped my head with both paws and sighed.

  MisterNibs