It's been an incredibly weird couple of days and nights.
 My mistress appears to be getting more and more nervous by the day, her potion brewing getting worse and impatient, her curses and magic sloppy, overall i am concerned for her, and she's supposed to be the most powerful witch that ever lived.
 She isnt the only one though, ive noticed beings, things in the corners of our home, beings that watch, touch, and disappear durring the day.
 I know im just her pet and companion, but maybe, just maybe, i could try and peek into her notes, see what she's been working on, see why she's been gone at night and spending the time in the basement...

maybe it could lead me to a solution for how to get rid of these things? 
The same day i got the idea, i had to act.
 I decided that disrupting her potion brewing would be the best chance id ever get, concidering how long it takes to prepare a new cauldron.
 When i saw my mistress adding something into the mixture, i swooped in and began cuddling with her legs, at first she was confused, then gave me a few rubs before focussing back on the potion, and while it felt dirty to do so, i had to begin cuddling the cauldron too, i gave it my strongest cuddles and rubs i could, and eventually the Cauldron tipped.
 My mistress was angry with me, but after cuddling with her some more she couldnt stay mad at me.
 As i left to let her rebuild her cauldron, i began decending into the basement, her notepad in my maw, which i borrowed from her durring the make up cuddles.
 As soon as i got there i got to work, i opened her notes on the page with the day that it all began, and there it was, some sort of ritual that brough shadows to life.
 They were apparently supposed to be combat summons which she was gonna be able to command and reshape to whatever she needed, but something went wrong due to it being a full moon, her spell being too strong for her own good, and causing the shadows to stay living permanently, out of her control.
 Reading through the next few pages i found out that there is a way to get rid of them, it was strange though, it didnt look like my mistresses handwritting, but nobody else can write into her notepad, it is secured with a bonding spell and all.
 I shrugged it off as her just getting worse mental wise due to the shadows, and her writting getting shakier, i was a fool for doing so, but can you blame me? The notepad said the shadows had to be tackled head on, but only within an astral form, it was strange, if the solution was this simple, why didnt mistress do it yet? Was she trying to study the shadows before getting rid of them? It did not matter to me, all that mattered to me was her well being, and as such, after getting some ingredients to force myself into an astral form durring my sleep tonight, i went back up and left the notepad down in the basement for mistress to find, she was quite forgetful afterall, meaning leaving it there shouldnt raise suspicions from her.
 As i was ascending up the stairs out of the basement though, i felt as if the shadows in the room were laughing at me, observing yet cackling at my progress ive made in the past day only, they were trying to psyche me out, i knew it, and as such i paid them no mind, happily running off to my own bed, getting mentally prepared for tonight to end my mistresses suffering.
 As the sun and moon rolled by on the sky above us, mistress finally decided to go to bed late into the night.
 Nervous, but determined, i left the crystal on my forehead and said a small incantation, smelling a few herbs to help me fall asleep almost instantly, and before i knew it, my mind has entered the astral plain thanks to the crystal on my forehead.


It felt weird, floating out of my body and around the room, but with how light i was and being able to practically swim around the air and room, it was also quite fun.
 The fun did not last though, as soon i came face to fave with the chuckling, staring abomination the shadows have become.
 They were large, twisted, ever grinning yet faceless, it felt like they were mocking me, aggitating me with each laugh and whisper they made, it was overwhelming and that was their intent.
 Even so, i ignored the warning signs, and like a fool i flew headfirst into one of them, scratching and biting the shadow only to notice i was doing no damage, biting and scratching the air around me, rather than the large shadow i just passed through.
 I was confused, the notebook said this would work, why didnt it work?? Then it dawned on me when i saw what one of the shadows was doing do my mistress.
 They were scratching something into my mistresses forehead, be it runes or broken letters, it did not matter, as it was the same looking writting as the one in the notepad.
 My mistress didnt write the instructions on the defeat of these things, the shadows did, and they were lying, tricking me to get my soul out of my body and leave me defenseless for the while being...

as soon as i realised, i rushed towards my body and tried to get to the crystal to return, but one of the shadows knocked the crystal off of my forehead, imidietly i knew i was screwed, as toucging my body, trying to get back in without the crystal was futile.
 The shadows all closed in on my body in the real world, a defenseless, black kitten the Witch adored would now be taken away from her, just so the shadows could feed off of her misery even more.
 I was ready to get ripped to shreds then and there, but that would be too merciful of them if they made it quick for me.
 Instead, i watched as the shadows wrote all over my body with their big claws, as they did, i could feel all of it, i could see all of it appear on my astral body too, it felt strange, strangely warm in fact, it was calming, but then i felt that something was very wrong.
 I mewed out in confusion as my astral body suddenly felt, well, bloated.
 It felt like i had a big meal just before sleep, and it looked like it too.
 I imidietly checked on my real body, and indeed, it was happening to it too, my mistress blissfully unaware as she snored away.
 I began panicking, slashing and biting at the shadows some more as i felt myself get strangely fuller, tighter, it felt like a balloon was getting inflated inside of me, and yet there was none, it was just me, my body, and a bunch of magical shadow pricks, writting curses and runes which caused this process to happen to me.
 Realizing it was futile, i sat back and put my paws on my astral belly, pushing it down, squeezing, rubbing, scratching, anything and everything i hoped would do something, all for nothing.
 Laying there, watching my real body bloat and feeling it was the strangest thing ever, i looked bigger and bigger, felt so too, i filled up quickly with my small feline body, and just when i tought they were finally gonna end me, one of the shadows cackled and reached out with his claw once more.
 On top of my rounded fluffy stomach, he wrote something, runic words that glowed in a deep dark red color, before feeling and seeing myself bloat even further.
 I protested, using my astral claws to try and stab my playing ball sized belly and end it already, but passing right through.
 I already felt taut when the growing stopped the first time, but now? Pain was finally setting in, real pain, until now i felt preassure and discomfort, but now it just felt like little needles were pricking my stomach constantly.
 It hurt, but i felt a hint of comfort and enjoyment through all the pain, i knew i wouldnt have to endure it much longer, this painful feeling was familiar to me, i didnt feel as confused and scared anymore, as much as i just felt dumb but content.


Seeing my belly stretch and make sounds made me nervous but somehow, in some twisted way there was enjoyment to be had for me, it did really feel comfy like a full tummy after a big meal, just pushed to the extreme.
 Laying back in the floating form i was, i began gently rubbing at my astral self's belly, it felt nice, it felt soothing, and with each stretch and creak my new form made, a small adorable mew escaped my maw.
 Tossing and turning in the real world, i saw my form had become unrecognisable from what it once was, in fact, i felt a sharp pleasurable pain forming horizonatlly across my entire stomach.
 My meowing has become loud and clear, half cries and half moans of sorts, it was strange, mixed feelings filling my mind up with the weirdest ideas i've ever had.
 I did not want it to end, but, everything has its limits, and before i knew it, a loud, long RIIIIIIIP followed by a hollow, loud BANG ended it like i wanted from the beggining.
 My astral form alongside my real one both popped at around the same time, i could feel everything the whole time, and for some twisted reason, i enjoyed it, if i could repeat what happened that night, i would, i wouldnt hesitate, id let the shadows use me over and over again, if it meant i got to experience these same feelings each and every time...

i think im at peace with everything that happened tonight, i think Mistress is gonna be alright on her own, im sure of it...


The next morning, the witch had found her feline friend, turned to scraps, in her little pillow bed, and while at first shocked, she knew exactly what happened when she read the runic curses on each fluffy scraps that were left behind.
 She wanted to mourn, but she knew that would do no good, there is no point in loosing hope when you're the most powerful witch that had ever lived, afterall.
 Collecting the scraps into a small bag and researching the curses she saw on each one, she was able to find most of them in her spellbook, in fact, she was so concentrated on her work to get her companion back, that she had pushed all her stress and worries behind and laser focussed on the task at hand.
 After multiple days of intense research and staying inside at all costs, the witch had made a brew, hopefully, THE brew, to bring back the essence of the dead.
 She opened the bag full of scraps and dumped it into the cauldron, mixed it, and threw in a few other ingerients, a golden vapor forming, alongside red and golden bubbles and foam on the surface, with haste, the witch had pulled out a bottle, and trapped the vapor, foam and liquid inside the bottle, corking the bottle and shaking it.
 After a few seconds she had stopped and looked at the concoction she had made...
a red heart shaped cloud of liquid was in the middle, golden liquid flowing all around it, with a silver foam on top of the bottle, the heart in the middle almost seemed as if it was beating.
 The Witch smiled and put the potion into a safekeeping pouch.


Now all that was left to find was a replacement body.