On the outskirts of the hustle and bustle of Megakat City, the Salvage Yard sets the scene, home to Jake and Chance’s Garage and secret base for the ace pilot vigilantes, the Swat Kats. 
Two toms, a burly yellow brown striped tabby one and a scrawny rusty reddish furred one, were working on replacing a carburetor and working on the axel with oil and grease stains covering much of their light blue coveralls in a grey slab garage that smelled diesel. The sounds of wrenches loosening nuts and bolts and a whirring desk fan trying to circulate the air echoed in the power tool filled room.   
The burly yellow cat got his head out from under the hood of the grey car and wiped sweat from his brow with a red rag in his pocket.
“Whew! Can’t wait for that AC repair guy to get here to fix the unit. Though I could’ve done it for free. How hard can it be to fix an air conditioner? It’s somewhat like repairing a car right?”
“That’s the same thing you said about the toaster, Chance. And after you ‘fixed’ it, burnt toast nearly every time it was used.” His red furred friend said as he wheeled out from under the car, with his face and part of his coveralls stained with axel grease and oil. Just like the tabby, he took out a pocketed rag and wipe the grime and sweat from his brow. “I take my chances with a real technician who knows what he’s doing.”
“Very funny, Jake.” He retorted. 
And on time as the clock on the wall struck twelve, a whistle blew. Right on time for an hour lunch break. Both of them stopped their work and put away the wrenches and other tools back in tool bench for now. The two mechanics headed to the break room which was in between the garage and the main office. It had a table with two chairs sitting across from each other, a small kitchen area with a counter, cabinets, a sink, a ceiling fan set on the lowest setting, and white mini fridge that was nearly empty save for a couple of fruits. Even an area with a beat-up couch in front of a TV. Jake sat down by the table, fanning himself with a folded piece of paper and spoke.
“Your turn to get the food since I did it last time.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tuna sandwich again?”
“With the cheese this time, and don’t forget the sour cream chips.”  
“Okay, headin’ out.”
After stepping outside the main office, he was greeted by the blast of triple digit degree weather air in the face. 
“Ugh, it’s like stepping into an oven out here!” Chance exclaimed as he wiped sweat from his brow, already looking drenched in perspiration. He went over to the company truck and unlocked the driver side door. Like before, he was hit with another blast of hot air and sat in the driver seat. It was like sitting in a sauna. Should have rolled down the windows to let air in earlier, but with it being a breezeless day, it wouldn’t have made much difference.
He started the car and turned on the AC, again only to get a face full of hot air. In response, he quickly rolled down the windows to let out the stale heated air. After cooling the car, he drove off to the convenience store which wasn’t far from the garage, just a mere few blocks and down the same street as Pop’s Newsstand. Speaking of which, the new issues of The Katoxic Avenger and Katman-Duo is out so he made a mental note of dropping by for a quick read. 
Stopping at a red light, he turned on the radio. 
“Better break out those water bottles! Turn on the hose! Stay in the shade from those UV rays, folks, as the rest of this week is going to be a scorcher with temperatures staying in the 90s range! Just like the last! Are you prepared to beat the heat?” the weatherman exclaimed.
‘How about things to beat boredom too?’ Chance thought as he continued driving. Megakat City’s criminal activity were on the low currently. Well, basically the small crimes of usual robberies and muggings and other things that the usual cops/Enforcers could handle. Bigger threats have been dormant for a while. Dark Kat and Dr. Viper are in hiding after their recent defeats, Madkat/Lenny Ringtail is stripped of their power and in an asylum, Pastmaster defeated and back in the past where he belongs, Metallikats are on the lam yet not heard from recently, and Hard Drive and Turmoil are in prison. It brought much needed peace, but also brought some boredom along with it too.
It had been nearly a month since he had seen action as a Swat Kat, going around stopping the villains like the comic book heroes he read about and wanting to spread his “wings” in flight again. Don’t want to get too rusty in his flying skills, even though just practicing and soaring across the skies would be fine. However, there were still great maintenance and repair to be had with the jets after their recent battle with Dark Kat which did a huge number on them yet still managed to save the day. 
But also because of this blasted rising temperature limited much of the leisurely and recreational activities to do to pass the time without great risk of getting heat stroke. Even the theater mostly have cheesy romantic comedies/dramas and kiddy films with barely much in terms of action and suspense. Not much excitement going on currently.
After passing some more street lights and turning a couple of corners, he parallel parked just slightly up the street before Pop’s Newsstand and his destination. He left cracks in the windows before stepping out into the blistering sun’s rays. While approaching the newsstand for a quick read, he noticed something different. The one manning the place wasn’t Pops but a scrawny pale white furred tom with bangs covering much his eyes, wearing a blue A shirt with matching jean shorts. He rested his head lazily on his hand with elbow on the counter while flipping through a magazine with a table fan blowing wind in his face.
“Uh, hello buddy?”
“Oh, hey, man…” droned the tom with a surfer accent. “Browse and buy whatever you want, man. Just don’t steal anything, ‘k?”
“Um, okay.” Chance said as he took a Katalyst: The Feline Femme Fatale comic off the side rack and started skim reading. “So Pops not in today, dude?”
“Nah bro. The harsh heat has been getting to him lately. Asked for some time off.”
Chance figured as much as he had seen Pops fanning himself and surrounded by empty water bottles in previous visits. Poor guy deserved the break. After a quick read for a few minutes, he went on his way to the convenience store. Just before approaching the store a dim light caught the corner of his eye in an alleyway between two three-story brick buildings.
Looking deep down the alley past a couple of aluminum trash bins and in front of a diamond patterned steel fence, a pink illuminating vending machine stood there with a picture of a slanted bottle soda bottle labeled Kat-A-Tonic. As they say, “Curiosity killed the cat” as Chance approached to get a better look. He could see a tagline on the bottom left corner saying “Wet Your Whiskers with Bubbling Bliss!” and that all the ten buttons had the exact same drink labeled on them. But the price was what really caught his attention.
“50 cents a pop?!” he exclaimed. Bottled soda usually sold around $1.50 or even a buck at some cheap dollar stores, but half a dollar is just absurd! It’s basically the price for one canned soda. 
But why would it be deep down this alleyway? Why not in front of the convenience store so anybody can see it? 
However, he didn’t have much time to ponder about it as he is still on the clock for lunch and didn’t like to be scolded by Jake for taking too long. Also, the shade from the buildings surrounding him did little to protect him from the intense heat. So, he just decided to get a soda and be on his way.
He grabbed a couple of quarters from his pocket and inserted them into the slot. Then, pressed the top button and after some rattling from inside the machine, a bottle filled with pink liquid dropped into the opening. He took it, saving it later until he got back for lunch, and went into the convenience store that was located at the corner of the street by the intersection. 
The Kattail To-Go convenience store is like the 7-11 of Megakat City, very popular for its slush drinks. It had the usual provisions with aisles filled with sweet, salty and cheesy snacks galore, toiletries and To-Go items, the soda and coffee fountain, a section with prepared microwavable sandwiches and burritos. The counter, manned by a white and black splotched burly cat wearing a black apron and a green uniform polo shirt with faded blue jeans, with tobacco products on the back wall and tons of candy in the front and a refrigerated drink section, which didn’t have any Kat-A-Tonic to his surprise. You think that for such a new product that it’ll at least be in the store, let alone in a vending machine nearby.
 After getting both lunches, he went to the counter to purchase and to chat with the cashier about something on his mind.
“Hey, Mack.” He said, noticing the cashier’s name tag. “I got this soda from a vending machine deep in an alleyway halfway down the street. Just wondering why, it isn’t in front of the store?”
“Dunno know what ya talkin’ about, bud.” The clerk spoke with a Jersian accent. “Never heard of that girly lookin’ brew before nor did I ordered anythin’ like that. And if I carry it, it be in the fridges not in a vending machine.”
“Oh…ok.” Chance donned a puzzled look after this revelation.
Who would advertise or put their product in a mostly hidden place like that and not even mention it to the convenience store? It was on his mind after paying the clerk as he left for his ride and was soon back on the road heading back to the garage.
 After arriving, he brought the bag of midday meals into the break room where Jake was apparently still hanging out.
“Took ya long enough. We got less than half an hour to eat.”
“Heh heh, sorry. Traffic was kinda hectic on the way back. Well, let’s dig in quickly.” Chance said as he took a seat across from his friend and pulled out an egg salad sandwich, a bag of sour cream and onion chips, and his Kat-A-Tonic drink which caught Jake’s eye.
“What kind of drink is that?”
“I dunno. It’s something called Kat-A-Tonic, some kind of fruity drink. Can you believe I got this for fifty cents in a vending machine in an alleyway? Heck, not even the clerk at the store knew about it!”
“Wow, that cheap? But whoever thought a spot like that is good for a vending machine needs to have his head examined.” Jake said as he took a bite out of his sandwich. “Also, a pink colored drink looks like something meant for girls so why put it there? Speaking of which, what kind of flavor is it?”
“Hmm. I don’t know…” he said as he examined the label closely. “It doesn’t really say. Well, only way to find out!”
Chance twisted the cap off and took a sip.
 “ME-WOW!” he exclaimed while almost jumping out of his seat and then chugged down the entire bottle in a few gulps, shocking Jake in the process. “This tastes great! Never experienced a flavor like this before!”
“So, what does it tastes like?”
“It tastes like...hmmm” He replied, looking like in some deep thought. “Kinda like a fruity bubblegum cola. It is really good though!”
“Still what was up with that reaction?”
“I don’t know.” Said Chance scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. “When I took a sip, it felt like a huge shock going through my body, a really good shock. It felt incredible! And had a bit of rush that made me drink it all in one go!”
“That’s...really odd.”
After finishing their meal, the whistle blew. Time for the mechanics to get back to work.
They went back to the car they were working on before with Jake heading back underneath the axels and Chance underneath the car’s hood. With wrench in hand, Chance went to work with the carburetor. As he tinkered with the part, screwing nuts and bolts, he started to feel hot. Not because of the summer heat around him, but oddly from within himself, almost like a high temp fever coursing throughout his body. Was he getting those summer colds? That can’t be good as if suffering from sweltering heat and dehydration wasn’t enough!
“Yee-ouch!” Chance 
“Chance, what was that? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just…chipped a claw.” he looked at his hand perplexed but not just at the chipped one. Did they look about half an inch longer and trimmed? No that can’t be right, can it? Maybe the heat was playing tricks on him. Ignoring it for now, he went back to work.
Just after a couple of hours and completed maintenance on the first car, they went onto the next which was a red convertible. It had a bit of a rear fender bender along with needing replacement of transmission fluid. As the day started to cool down just by a mere ten degrees into the late afternoon approaching evening. 
However, as he worked on the dented bumper, Chance felt another heatwave coursing through his body, scratching an itchy scalp and tugging his sweaty collar in response. He took out his red sweat rag from his pocket and wiped his brow and the back of his neck, only to find something off. 
“What the?” he said as his claw brushed the back of his neck to find that some of the fur felt longer, like hair with length stopping just around his shoulders. It didn’t help that Jake took notice after Chance’s small outcry as he popped his head from under the hood of the car.
“Whoa, trying a new do there, champ?” Jake teased.
“Nice one, wise guy.” Chance sarcastically replied. “Honestly though I don’t know where this came from…. Whew!” He wiped his brow again and began to stand up, only to feel some fatigue and dizziness which resulted in him having to lean on the trunk for support as his legs gave way.
“Dude, are you alright?” Jake’s voiced his concern for his friend.
His friend went over and helped him up by grabbing his arm, feeling a great amount of extreme warmth his body was giving out.
“Yeesh, Chance, you’re burning up! Are you getting sick?”
“No, I’m fine!” Chance started to protest yet as he began to stand up his legs still felt like jelly that he had to stop. “Well, maybe just need to rest for a bit.” 
But Jake was not having it. “Look, business has been slow lately due to the weather and this car isn’t going to be picked until two days from now anyway. So, let’s close up shop early and take a day off tomorrow so you could recover okay?”
“*Sigh… okay fine.”
After putting away the tools, turning off lights and locking up, they headed to their cars went homeward bound. Chance’s drive in his dingy red copper pickup truck was a relatively short one, around fifteen to twenty minutes covering a few blocks to his five-story brick apartment complex. It wasn’t long for him to arrive in the parking lot across the street where the complex is. 
As said, it was a simple five story brick building and had low rent that was affordable with his Salvage Yard salary. He walked through the lobby, passing an unmanned reception desk with a sign saying “Back in 15 minutes” on the left and a small round table with orange cushioned chairs next to a vending machine filled with salty and sweet snacks. He approached the elevator and pressed the up arrow button. The doors slid open and he went inside, pressing the button for the fifth floor. 
“Okay, just grab a bite to eat, take a cold shower, watch some TV and sleep. Everything will be just fine…-UGH!”
During the ride, Chance felt the heatwave coursing through his body, clutching his stomach in pain. It wasn’t long until it subsided a few minutes. He stood up pondering on what just happened. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him as he looked around his body. But wait…why did his clothes feel slightly loose? Looking in the mirror that was behind him, he noticed that his height was off. He seemed to have shrunk about half a foot or head’s worth. Something unnoticeable to most other than himself. 
“This heat…is really getting to me.” he tried to reason it even though the slightly longer hair and longer claws proved otherwise. 
*Ding!
The elevator reached its destination and opened the doors. Chance went through the hallway covered with aqua and green striped wallpaper, passing numbered doors until he reached his labeled 507. Pulling out his keys and unlocking the door, he stepped into the sunset lit apartment. 
It was almost twice the size of a standard hotel room with the usual accommodations. A small kitchen area on the left with fridge, counter and cabinets with a sink and dishwasher underneath, stove oven with a microwave overhead and small round table with a couple of chairs. A living room right next to it with a red recliner and coffee table that sat in front of a grey TV set with an entertainment stand underneath with a VCR on one shelf and a collection of videos below it. A door on the right that leads into a bedroom that housed a queen size bed, a closet and a bathroom. The usual living fare with a cheap price.
Heading into the kitchen, he opened the fridge to find something for dinner. He made a mental note to get groceries on the weekend as there weren’t much inside. There were some fruit and vegetables in the bottom drawer, some soda cans, a couple cans of tuna, salmon and sardines, some cheese and a few eggs, and condiments like ketchup, relish, mustard and mayonnaise. 
A tuna sandwich would do for now, he thought. 
He took out a can of tuna, mayo, and cheese and grabbed two slices of bread from the loaf on the countertop. He took a white plate and set it on the table, making the sandwich, and began to eat. 
And then it happened.
“GAH!”
Only after taking a couple of bites, however, that hot feeling struck him yet again. He dropped his sandwich and gripped the edge of the table as the searing sensation coursed through his body, notably stronger in his hands and feet as he heard fingers and toes cracking. After a couple of minutes had past, the heat within subsided. Panting, he looked at his hands and feet and was taken aback at what he noticed. Just like happened to his claws, they looked much thinner and slender and dainty, resembling that of a she-kat, along with smaller foot size that had a claw pedicure too.
“This-this can’t be happening…” he said in disbelief, still clueless on what is causing these odd body changes and blaming it on the heat. “A shower will do me good. Just need to cool off.”
He quickly ate his sandwich and put away the plate in the dishwasher beneath the sink. Before heading towards his room, he stopped in the living room. Next to a window was the thermostat that he adjusted quickly by turning the know to sixty-five degrees and switching on the AC, hoping that’ll it lead to cooler temps. 
He opened the door and stepped into the brown bedroom, furnished with a dresser drawer on the left side, a queen size bed in the middle along with a nightstand topped with a cord phone and lamp, a sliding door closet with a laundry hamper and a bathroom on the right side. 
Entering the bathroom with white painted walls and brown tiled floor, he stripped out of his loose coveralls, letting it drop into a crumpled heap on the ground. Then, he took off the second layer underneath, a white A-shirt and a pair of red underwear that clung to him with sweat. The naked tom pulled back the clear shower curtain and turned the cold knob of the faucet. He stepped inside and closed the curtain, turning on the shower.
“Ooh! Ah! Cold!” he said he felt the water splash and drench his fur.
Grabbing the shampoo and soap from the ledge, he lathered them up with a sponge and soaked in the suds from head to toe. Everything seemed to be going fine until…
“ARGH! Ugh…not again!”
He leaned forward against the tiled wall in front of him with arms stretched out. He groaned and grunted in pain as the fiery feeling returned, hitting strongly certain points of his body. He felt tingling in his scalp as his shoulder length hair grew and cascaded to midback. He flinched as he heard a pop as his waist shrunk and his hips widen to child bearing levels, giving an hourglass and curvaceous figure.   
After the shower, he dried himself off with white towel on the rack across the shower. He put away the towel and went in front of the mirror. 
“What’s…happening to me?” it was all he could say.
The changes were more noticeable with the long hair and curvy body. He could have been mistaken for a she-kat, well, if it weren’t for the masculine face, bulky limbs and chest, lack of breasts, and a visible dangling dick. 
Whatever was happening to his body was changing it for the worse. Was this a new disease he contracted? Something to do with the heat? He could probably go to the doctor in the morning about this after some good night’s rest. It had been a grueling day after all. Chance decided to go nude for the rest of the night so he can cool down better in his sleep.
He went into the living room to see that a clear night with visible stars and full moon shining brightly outside the window. It was a bit into the evening around eight or so. Still slightly early to go to bed so he decided to watch some TV to pass the time and see what was on. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and sat in the recliner. Turning on the TV, he flipped through the channels. Nothing interesting seemed to be on. Just the news, some primetime sitcoms, and then David Litterbin that he just stuck to watch. 
After thirty minutes into the hour-long block, it happened again.
“ARGH!”
His body went into another heat wave as he squirmed in his seat, stronger in his rear and tail. He felt slightly rising a bit from the cushion as his butt grew bigger, much rounder and plumper with a new layer of fat. His tail extended a few inches longer and gaining some extra fluffiness. Again, the burning receded and he got out of the recliner in shock. His hands groped his new plump rump and looked at his new fluffier tail, even wagging it, something that’s usually common on mollies. He was in disbelief about all this.
“I-I really need a rest. I got to lie down.”
With that, he turned off the TV and headed to the bedroom. He lied down on the bed with his limbs sprawled out eaglelike, not bothering to go under covers. He stared at the ceiling fan that spun rapidly overhead. It felt hypnotic in a way, eventually lulling him into a deep sleep within a matter of minutes.
Nearly an hour in his slumber the feeling came back again. But it came subtler than before. Not a scorching painful sensation within, but more of a heated sauna or intense sunbathing. It was oddly more pleasurable than painful, making him lightly purr subconsciously. It also made him toss and turn on his bed a couple times. It wasn’t long until changes started to take place.
Muscles in his arms and legs slowly deflated, making the limbs have slender tones to match hands and feet along with his stomach losing its washboard physique into something slimmer. His shoulders losing their broadness. His pecs lost muscle but inflated with fatty tissue instead, growing to look like F cup breasts with erect brown nipples. He let out an effeminate moan as his voice sounded higher in tone. His face became smaller and rounder with a shrunken nose and longer eyelashes. Lastly, his 9-inch dick became fully erect as it escaped its striped sheath, throbbing profusely. But as quickly as it grew erect, it slowly began to shrink by the inch until it disappeared into his body with his balls following suit. In their place a pair of pink fleshy lips with a nub above it, completing the feline’s feminine transformation.
“muuuuurrrrrrrr-OOOOOOOWWWwwww….”
Chance purred and moaned suddenly as she felt her first female orgasm in response to the final change; her pussy shooting juices onto the bed. And with that, the sensation departed from her, leaving her in a deep sleep throughout the night.
Morning rays peered through blue curtained window onto the naked molly’s face, causing her to stir and covering her head with a pillow. Eyes still refusing to come out of its lidded shelter. 
*Riiiiinnnnng! 
*Riiiiiinnnng!
The white phone on the nightstand buzzed its ringing into Chance’s ears. She stirred half awake and groggily picked up the receiver and talked to the caller on the other line.
“Ugh…Hello? Chance speaking.”
“Um, who is this?”
She could tell from the familiar voice that it was Jake. But how could he not tell that it was him? Maybe he wasn’t loud enough? She spoke a little clearer and louder. 
“It’s me, Jake.”
“No, really. Can I talk to Chance?”
“I am Chance, Razor!”
She blurted out his friend’s secret identity to clue him in.
“Whoa, dude! You sound way different. Maybe you should really check the doctor if it is relating to what you got yesterday.”
“Huh...ugh, really?” she replied, now realizing and letting it sink in that her voice sound slightly different, but didn’t think it was too severe. “Probably just a sore throat. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”
“Uh, okay, Chance. If you need another day off just say the word.”
“No, I’ll be there tomorrow. Just need more rest I guess.”
“Okay, see ya tomorrow. But really you should see the doc if it worsens.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. Bye.”
“Bye, buddy.”
She hanged up the phone and tossed slightly in bed. Letting out a yawn, she stretched as she became fully awoke. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and removing eye crusts. But also, noticed a bit of weight on her chest. Eyes gazed down to see big furry fleshy mounds. The she-kat was taken aback and let out a scream.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!”
No wonder Jake didn’t recognize the voice. It was completely female. Her hands shakily touched a furred tit, feeling the sensitivity as she shuttered. She then guided her hands to her crotch only to find his equipment missing, replaced with a pussy. 
In a panic, she ran into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Gone was the masculine male form replaced with an hourglass feminine one staring back. Her curious hands followed every new curve, contour and features of her body. Even plunging a couple of fingers into her vaginal depths that made her shudder and let out purring moan. Were females this sensitive? 
It all felt unreal. Like being in a dream, waiting for the moment when he’ll wake up from it. But she knows that this was reality. Though she hates to admit, she had a bombshell of a body with ample tits that put Callie Briggs’ and Felina Feral’s to shame. Worthy of cover girl material for Play Tom magazine. Yet she was supposed to a ladies man not a kat lady! 
‘How did this happen to me?’ 
After calming down, she sat on the toilet as she pondered and recollected the yesterday’s events. As much as it was unnaturally high temperatures, the heat wouldn’t be able to do something to this kind of extreme. And what kind of sickness from heat would change someone’s gender as nobody else seemed to catch it? Was it something she ate? It was the usual sandwich she occasionally ate that she washed down with the…
“*Gasp! The Kat-A-Tonic!” she exclaimed aloud in her new voice the only logical explanation for her change. “Maybe finding the vending machine would be a clue onto turning me back, but how?”
She stood up and looked in the mirror again with both hands cupping her breasts, then letting go for a slight bounce effect. Still not believing of what she had become, a hot kitty that toms would die for. Speaking of toms, for a second she thought of what it would feel like if a dick was inserted into her pus-
“Gah!” she shook her head. “Kats alive, did I just think that?!”
Great, as if the physical changes weren’t bad enough, it looks like mental changes were on the rise too. And she didn’t even feel it! She had to act fast. The only clue is the where she had gotten that soda, her only lead. Hopefully, she could find something that can reverse this. Would she tell Jake? No, at least, not yet. Not until she runs out of ideas even though she isn’t sure how he’ll help. Another question came to mind.
What to wear?
Chance went over to the drawer pulled out a pair of white underwear that hugged her thighs but slightly loose around the waistline. Same with the blue jean shorts she wore that she needed a belt. Lastly, she took out a large size A shirt that became more of a midriff because of her massive bust. 
After eating some cereal and grabbing her wallet, she headed out to the truck to search for the soda machine that caused this.
End of Part 1