Husband in Changes

I nervously approached my wife Helen, asking her to turn me into a female cat for a month. I wanted to experience life as a cat, with a cat's intellect and retain all my memories and sensations in the cat body when I returned to my human form. Helen agreed and with a wave of her hand, I felt my body began to change.

Moment later I felt fear and insecurity as I looked at a big woman in front of me. However, as she picked me up and held me close, stroking my soft fur, I began to calm down. I was completely in the moment, feeling the warmth of the woman's arms, the softness of the carpet beneath my paws, and the taste of the milk she gave me.

***

I explored my home, using my keen senses of smell and hearing to take in my surroundings. I chased after toys and played with the friendly woman, feeling a sense of joy and serenity.

I lay on the windowsill, feeling the warm sun on my fur. I closed my eyes and basked in its warmth, feeling content and relaxed. Suddenly, my friendly woman picked me up and held me close. She stroked my fur, caressed my head, and even kissed my muzzle. I couldn't help but purr in contentment, my body taking pleasure in the physical sensations of her touch. The feeling of her warm hands on my fur and the sound of her soothing voice were all that mattered to me in this moment.

***

One day my body started to feel different. I felt an intense sensation in my lower abdomen, it was as if something was pulsing deep inside of me, a relentless aching feeling that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. I squirmed and writhed on the floor, my tail twitching back and forth in agitation.

My vocal cords began to strain as I let out a series of meows and yowls, my voice growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. I paced around my apartment, rubbing against furniture and doorframes as if trying to relieve the aching feeling within me.

I started urinating more frequently, leaving small puddles of urine wherever I went. And despite my discomfort, I couldn't help but rub against my woman's legs and twining around her ankles in a bid for affection.

I didn't understand what was happening to me, all I knew it was uncomfortable.

My woman did not seem to enjoy it anymore and started to push me away, avoiding me.

One night, my woman opened the door and let me out.

***

My body was alive with a pulsing energy. I could feel my tail twitching with anticipation as I paced through the area near my home. I vocalized louder, more insistent, my body searching for an answer to the strange feelings that were taking over me. My genitals were swollen, aching with a deep need.

I roamed the streets, leaving my scent behind, a trail for any tom to follow. I could sense an expectation, a thrill of excitement that made my heart race.

I could smell a male cat before I saw him. He was strong and confident, following my scent to me. His body responded with a surge of energy, and he began to vocalize his desire and rub against me. I responded by arching my back and elevating my hindquarters. He mounted me, and I felt a sensation of pleasure as he began to thrust. I could feel the barbs in his penis, and it was a satisfying feeling. The sensation of pleasure was heightened by the contractions in my genitalia as I ovulated.

***

I could smell my home as soon as I approached the door. My night spent outside had been exciting, and I couldn't wait to be back inside, safe and warm. I meowed loudly, announcing my presence to my woman. I scratched at the door with my paw, the sound satisfying to my ears.

I heard my woman's footsteps as she came to the door, and then the sound of the door opening. I slipped inside, my tail held high. My woman's familiar scent enveloped me, and I felt a sense of warmth and security. I pressed my head against her leg, enjoying the feeling of her petting me.

My woman picked me up and cuddled me, her voice soothing and comforting to my ears. I felt happy to be home, and my body was relaxed and content.

My woman brought me to the kitchen, where she prepared my breakfast. I ate, relishing the taste of my food. My woman watched me with a kind look on her face, and I felt happy and content. I was back in my home, with my woman, and I felt safe and loved.

***

My woman picked me up and sat me on her lap, her expression serious. She talked to me in a tone I recognized as questioning, as if she was seeking my opinion on something important. I couldn't understand the meaning of her words, but I could sense her seriousness and the importance of the topic.

My woman brought her face closer to mine, as if trying to understand my thoughts through my eyes. I looked into her eyes and let out a purr. I rub my muzzle against her nose, showing her affection and my presence. My woman finally made a decision, I could sense it by the way she talked and her body language.

My woman then spoke to me in a gentle soothing tone, kissed me on my muzzle and then let me down on the floor. I couldn't understand what she had talked about, but I could sense the comfort and care in her words and actions. I knew that whatever the decision was, it was made with my woman's love and care for me in mind.

***

My woman used to call me Midnight and would often pick me up in her arms. She would talk to me for long periods of time, her voice soothing and comforting to my ears. I couldn't understand the meaning of her words, but I loved to listen to her speak. I would lay on her lap, feeling the warmth and security of her embrace.

When my woman called my name, "Midnight", I would respond. I recognized the sound of my name, and it made me feel happy and excited. I knew that my woman was talking to me, and it made me feel loved and special. I couldn't understand her words but her tone, the rhythm of her speech, the way she pronounced my name, all of that spoke to me.

***

As the days went by, I could feel my body changing. I did not understand the concept of pregnancy, but I knew that something was different within me. My belly was growing larger and rounder, and my nipples had swollen and darkened. I was also becoming more and more tired, and I found myself spending more and more time napping.

I could feel something happening inside of me. My uterus was getting heavier, and I felt a constant sensation of warmth in my belly. My nipples were also sore, and I had an urge to groom them more often. I knew that these changes were leading to something, but I didn't know what.

As the days went by, I felt a strong urge to protect my surroundings and to be more aggressive towards other animals and people. I also began to experience a strong urge to nest, and to groom myself more frequently. I could feel a sense of excitement and anticipation, even though I didn't understand what it was for.

***

I had curled up in a secluded corner of the behind a closet, a blanket of softness beneath me. My body tensed and contracted, unfamiliar sensations coursing through me. My instincts guiding me through this new experience.

The contractions grew stronger and closer together, a relentless force pushing me forward. I could feel my cervix opening, making way for the small lives within me to be born. The sac surrounding them ruptured and one by one, they slid out of me.

I cleaned them with my tongue, the warm wetness of birth still coating their tiny bodies. I tasted something else and instinctively bit through it, the connection between my kittens and their nourishment now severed.

I continued to deliver my kittens, each one a small bundle of warmth and life. When the last one was born, I collapsed, my body spent but content.

I heard their mews, small and innocent, they were searching for sustenance. I rose to my feet, my body responding to their cries, and began to nurse them.

I was now a mother, my body changed forever. I was surrounded by my kittens, their warmth and love filling me. This was my new purpose, to nurture and protect them.

***

When my woman took my kittens away, I felt a sense of loss and fear, my body contracting with anxiety.

My woman came back, holding one of the tiny creatures, a gray kitten. She placed it next to me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I licked the kitten, my body calming down. My woman stroked my head, her voice soothing and comforting.

I began to feed the gray kitten, my body instinctively producing milk to nourish the tiny creature. My woman watched us, her expression kind and affectionate. I could feel the warmth of her presence, and I felt a sense of security and contentment.

My woman spoke to me, her voice gentle and loving. I couldn't understand the meaning of her words, but I could sense the comfort and care in her voice. I knew that my woman was there for me, and that the gray kitten was mine. I licked the kitten and closed my eyes, feeling grateful and content.

***

I was terrified of losing my gray kitten. My heart raced every time I left her side, even if it was just to eat or drink. I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to her while I was away.

I spent most of my time behind the closet, where I felt safe and hidden. I would only leave for brief moments, and as soon as I returned, I would check on her, licking her, massaging her tummy with my tongue, making sure she was still there, still alive.

As the days went by, I could feel my body calming down. My kitten's eyes opened, and she began to move around more. I watched her with a sense of wonder and awe, my body relaxing as I saw her growing stronger and more active.

I no longer felt the same sense of fear and anxiety that I had before. I knew that my kitten was safe and that she was mine. I spent my days watching her, taking care of her, and feeling a sense of contentment and joy.

I could feel my body responding to the kitten's presence, my nipples swelling and darkening as I produced milk to feed her. I licked her, cleaned her, and watched over her, feeling a sense of pride and protection.

As the kitten grew, so did my love for her. I could feel the warmth of her presence and the sound of her purring filling my heart with happiness. I was her mother, and she was my everything. I knew that I would always protect and care for her, no matter what.

***

My woman had given my gray kitten a name, Cleo. I could distinguish between when my woman called me Midnight and when she called the kitten Cleo. I could sense the difference in her tone and the way she pronounced the name.

My woman often picked up Cleo, holding her close and stroking her. I could see the love and affection in her eyes as she looked at the kitten. I felt calm and content as I watched, knowing that my woman was taking care of my kitten and that she would always be safe.

Cleo began to respond to her name. When my woman called her name, I could see the kitten's ears perk up and her tail twitching with excitement. I could hear her meowing in response, her body responding to the sound of her name.

My woman would kiss Cleo on her nose, and the kitten would respond with a purr. I could see the happiness and contentment in both of their expressions, and it filled my heart with warmth and love.

***

I sat on the floor, watching as Cleo slept soundly on my woman's bed. She looked so peaceful, her small body curled up into a ball as she dreamed. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and love for the little creature that I had helped bring into the world.

My woman sat next to Cleo, her eyes fixed on the kitten as she stroked her head. I knew that my woman had a special connection with Cleo, and it made me feel happy and content.

Suddenly, my woman turned to me and said, "It's time for you to go back to your human form". She waved her hand, and I felt my body begin to change. I felt a sense of discomfort as my body twisted and contorted, but soon enough, I was back in my human form. I looked down at my hands, marveling at the sensation of fingers and thumbs.

As I was admiring my new form, I noticed that Cleo had also changed. She was no longer a small kitten but a girl of about twelve years old. She was still asleep, unaware of the transformation that had taken place.

Helen and I went to the next room to talk, leaving Cleo to sleep. I turned to Helen, asking her why she hadn't turned me back after one month as I had asked. She replied that she had decided to give me the unique experience of being pregnant, giving birth, and raising a kitten. I was furious that she hadn't asked my permission before making such a decision. She tried to justify her actions, saying she had tried to talk to me, but I was in the body of a cat and couldn't understand her.

As I sat there, trying to process everything that had happened, Helen asked what I wanted to do with Cleo now. She suggested that she could start living like a little girl, but if I wanted, she could turn her back into a kitten. I couldn't bear the thought of losing Cleo again, so I told Helen that I wanted Cleo to stay as a child.

I was furious with Helen for making those decisions without my consent, but I couldn't bring myself to be angry with Cleo. She was innocent in all of this, and all I could feel was love and protectiveness towards her. Despite the anger and confusion, I felt, I knew that I would always be there for Cleo and make sure she was taken care of.

***

I sat there, staring at Helen in shock as she explained the implications of Cleo's transformation. My mind was racing with a million thoughts and emotions.

"What do you mean she's not fully human? What kind of life is she going to have? She's going to be a stranger among other people, isn't she?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.

"Well, she has a human IQ, but she retains 30% of her feline instincts, character, and attitudes. She will remember her past life as a kitten, and as she grows up, it's likely that her feline instincts will have an impact on her sex life as well," Helen explained.

"This is insane. Cleo's life is going to be so difficult and dramatic. There's no one around who will understand her. How can you do this to her? To me?" I exclaimed, my anger rising.

"I understand that this is a lot to take in, but please try to understand. I did this because I thought it would be a unique and special experience for you. I wanted you to have the chance to experience pregnancy, giving birth, and raising a kitten. I never intended to hurt anyone," Helen said, her voice pleading.

"I can't believe this. You made this decision without even consulting me, and now Cleo's life is going to be a living nightmare. I can't even begin to imagine the struggles she's going to face," I said, my voice filled with despair.

Helen looked at me with a serious expression. "John, I have a proposal. I could use my magic to turn you into a young woman who is just as 30% cat as Cleo. That way, you could be her mother and always be there to understand her."

I stared at Helen in shock.

On one hand, I couldn't imagine leaving Cleo alone to face the struggles that lay ahead. But on the other hand, the thought of losing my human identity and my life as a man was terrifying.

"I don't know, Helen. This is a big decision, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it," I said, my voice filled with doubt.

"I understand, John. But think about it, you'll be able to be there for Cleo in a way that no one else can. You'll understand her struggles, and you'll be able to help her navigate through them," Helen said, her voice filled with compassion.

I thought about it for a moment, and I knew that Helen was right. Being a mother to Cleo was the most important thing, and I couldn't let her face the challenges of life alone.

"Alright, I'll do it," I said, my voice filled with determination. "But it's going to be a blow to us, isn't it? You'll lose your husband."

"John, I love you, and I want to be there for you, no matter what form you take. I'll always love and support you," Helen said, her voice filled with love and understanding.

As Helen waved her hand and I felt my body begin to change, I felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. I was about to embark on a new journey, and I knew that it would be filled with challenges and struggles. But I also knew that I would be there for Cleo, and that was all that mattered.

***

As I felt my body begin to change, a sense of dizziness washed over me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and uncertainty as I looked down at my newly formed female body. My vision and hearing had greatly improved, and I could hear the rustle of fabric behind me. I jerked violently, turning my head towards the sound. But it was just Helen, and I could see the concern etched on her face.

Despite my feline instincts, which made me dislike the other female in my house, as a human, I still felt love and affection for Helen. This love and affection were much stronger than my instincts, and I knew that I would always be there for her.

"John, are you all right?" Helen asked, her voice filled with concern. This question suddenly triggered my other feline instinct, the desire to demonstrate my independence.

I paused for a moment, considering my response. I remembered how Helen had called me Midnight when I was a cat, and I realized that I needed to choose a new name for myself. I wanted something similar to Midnight, something that reflected my connection to the night.

"I've chosen a female name for myself," I said, my voice firm. "I want to be called Nyx."

Helen looked at me with a mixture of surprise and understanding. "Nyx," she repeated, trying out the name. "It's a beautiful name. It's the name of the goddess of the night." She nodded and said, "I will call you Nyx from now on."

***

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but marvel at the woman staring back at me. My short dark brown hair framed my face, framing my large wide-set round green eyes. My small straight and slightly flat nose was perched above my small mouth, and my high and prominent cheekbones were accentuated by my sharp and defined jawline. The triangle shape of my face reminded me of a cat, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with my new face.

As I looked closer, I noticed that my facial features were eerily similar to Cleo's. The shape of our faces, noses, mouths, and even our eyebrows were almost identical. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and protectiveness towards my daughter, knowing that we shared such a strong resemblance.

But as I continued to stare at my reflection, a feeling of worry washed over me. How could I protect Cleo from the enemies and dangers that she would inevitably face in the world? I couldn't even imagine sending her to school, the thought of her being around other people's children without my protection made my heart race with fear.

As I took one last look at my reflection, I knew that my life would never be the same. I was no longer John, a man, but Nyx, a mother, and protector of my child.

***

I approached the bed where Cleo was sleeping, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I couldn't believe that I was finally going to meet my daughter, the tiny creature that I had carried and birthed as a cat.

Cleo's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she looked confused and disoriented. I sat down next to her, taking her small hand in mine.

"Cleo," I said softly, "I'm your mother. I was a cat like you, and Aunt Helen turned us into people."

Helen entered the room then, her face filled with concern. "Cleo, do you remember me?" she asked.

Cleo's eyes widened as she began to remember her past life as a kitten. "I remember," she said, her voice small and bewildered. "I remember Helen, she played with us and fed us."

I turned to Helen, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for her. "We're human now," I said, "Cleo, you will have a long and interesting human life, and I'll always be here to love and protect you."