FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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The Purrrrfect Mission: Katt Monroe TF/TG
Themes: TFTG / Latex/goo / inflatable / permanent / mindwipe
Word count: 2,203
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It was so boring, in that comms station in the middle of nowhere… until it wasn’t.

A mysterious object has been picked up by radar! You take a look at it through the monitor, and… hm. It looks like just a black dot, perfectly round and smooth, catching the ambient light remarkably well. Even more strangely, it’s apparently barely 2 centimeters in diameter, and weighs practically nothing even for its size. What on Earth could this thing be? Whatever it is, it’s entering the atmosphere, and its impact site… holy shit, not even a mile from your station!  You quickly drive on out into the night, wanting to get an up-close look at it; and some part of you is also interested to see what sort of impact it might make. You run out into a vast grassy field, device in hand, and mark the spot where the object is projected to land. Then you take a good 100 paces back. You don’t exactly have the physics knowhow about how big of an impact site the thing would make, but you don’t want to take chances. You’ve got your close-up lens to get a good view of it, anyway.

Thirty seconds to impact… you set up your camera, and point it up at the sky, searching for that strange little object. You can’t find it. You turn on night mode… you can’t find it. You turn on infrared… you STILL can’t find it. What’s going on…? It should be readily within your field of view right about now, but…

SPLAT!!

By the time you regain your senses, you’re sprawled on the ground rather pathetically. Your camera is askew, and making noises a camera certainly shouldn’t. You struggle to your feet with a groan. Did… did the thing hit you?? But that’s impossible… the projection was confident that it couldn’t have strayed more than 10 feet from that mark, with wind this mild. Unless it sought you out somehow…? At any rate, your current condition is hard to deny. Even harder to deny is the strange sound emanating from behind you. Almost some kind of… squelching, like… some sort of goo…?

Then it sinks in. Literally. There’s something cold creeping straight through your clothes and onto your skin, all across your back.

Now in panic mode, you reach behind to try and pry it off! Your hands make contact with something cold and squishy. You instinctively grip, and heave… and something comes off. Not all of it apparently, because you can still feel it back there, but enough that you can see it on your hands. An oozing black mass, glistening beautifully in the moonlight, expanding across your palms with a  peculiar squelching and squeaking, like… a pooltoy, maybe. What even is this stuff??  You flail your hands about, then grind them together, but nothing gets the stuff off. It only continues to expand, encasing more and more of your hands, until they’re completely coated in shiny black. Then, your palms and fingers swell in the strangest way, forming what almost looks like… pawpads? As if that wasn’t enough to process, the hissing intensifies, and the most bizarre feeling comes upon you. Your hands start to feel much, much lighter, as though they’re being hollowed out. Just like a… pooltoy…

You almost forgot that the stuff is still on your back, until you feel it creeping up along your neck. You gasp and shiver, then… your head grows faint. All of a sudden it’s a little harder to focus on what’s going on; the fear and confusion start to ebb away, almost forcefully, in favor of an eerie calm. Despite how alien this looks and feels, you find yourself feeling oddly relaxed. The creaking and squeaking of the… rubber? Whatever it is, its sound worms its way into your ears, alongside that steady hiss, like an inflatable being filled with air… you can’t help but idly rub your fingers together. They grind against one another with a lovely dose of feedback, and you can see a multitude of wrinkles forming briefly on their surfaces. Your… hands… yes, your rubber paw-hands. That’s how they… should be… right?  That thought would’ve been your cue that your head is clearly being fucked with… but before you hit upon that thought, the rubber advances to the front of your body, closing in on all sides, and the calm sensation becomes downright oppressive. Your fear and consternation damn near go up in smoke, released in tandem with a long steady breath, and in their place comes pure serenity. You finally admit to yourself that this feels good. REALLY fucking good. You press your hands, which you hadn’t even noticed have begun to sprout tiny claws on their fingertips, directly into your chest as it succumbs to the rubber. You can’t help but moan out loud at the absolute cornucopia of sounds and sensations, and… hm, you’re starting to pick up a smell, too. The increasingly acrid scent of rubber, like you’d detect at a tire shop. It somehow makes the whole experience even MORE pleasant! Even more inexplicably, that extra sense working to seduce you proves to be the tipping point. You’re all in. You’re irrevocably trapped in whatever spell you’ve been put under, and you could not care less.

You grab your pants and undergarments, and tear them straight off with a surprising display of force. There your cock throbs desperately, demonstrating your hopeless arousal amidst this whole affair. Without thinking twice, you grip it in both hands, ready to jerk like crazy! Unfortunately, your rubberized hands immediately secrete enough goo to completely coat your member, then compress it down into a rubber-coated bulge. You yowl in frustration, but then… something else comes upon you. As your chest fills out and smooths over, something GROWS straight out; or rather, a pair of somethings. B-breasts… yeah, that’s right… of course you have them. You’re… your name is…  Your mind lingers on the verge of a startling revelation, but then… the hissing grows even louder. Then that strange emptiness comes upon your torso, now fully coated. So much lighter, floatier… it feels perfect. What’s more, patches of vivid pink are starting to appear on the shiny black, forming a very neat and simple pattern all about your new… “skin”, resembling a sort of futuristic bodysuit. The squeaks and creaks grow increasingly omnipresent, every little movement settling off a small chain reaction of stimulating little noises. You can start to FEEL the rubbery surface grinding against itself too, as though it truly IS your real skin. As if there’d be anything underneath. What a silly notion! 

Your legs are rapidly coated, helped along by your eager hands. As you bend down, you feel your figure slimming out considerably… more suited for a woman like you, of course! Your feet are completely coated, smoothed over into an elegant pair of platform boots molded seamlessly into the rest of your body. As everything down there hollows out into its proper state, you feel something else growing in your rear region… hmph, you don’t need to see what it is to know. No self-respecting feline would be without one, especially as long and creaky as this~

Finally, as if deliberately saving the best for last, the lingering goo uniformly turns a pleasant pink and expands toward your head, doing its work faster than ever before. Your ordinary human face is completely smothered, your dreamy little mug being stretched and ballooned outward into a dainty milky-white kitty snout with a thin smile permanently etched onto it. Two sharp cheek “tufts” take shape, and a pair of sultry cat eyes assume their position, affixed to your new smooth and simplified face. Finally, a pair of thick, impressive kitty ears rises well above your previous height, with the one on the left sprouting a simple yellow piercing, and a modest tuft of white inflatable fur taking shape between them. With that, the last of the goo settles into place and solidifies, completing the face of a confident, cocky, and VERY squeaky cat with pink skin and a prominent pooltoy-ish seam running straight down the middle of her face. Your new look is complete.

A gentle purr rumbles from within your new feline face as you reach toward it, and find only a perfectly smooth, bendable surface, not a single feature capable of alteration. Playing it up just for fun, you grab your snout firmly, and tug on it with all your might. It stretches a good distance, distorting your face a good bit… but it won’t come off. It snaps loudly back into place, just as cocky and squeaky and permanent as ever. How wonderful~ Not to mention the rest of your body… the perfect feminine feline figure. You sway your hips and strike a few poses, your body squirrrrking and crrrreaking the entire time to an almost obnoxious degree, just the way you like it. You get a good feel for your boobs as well, just to relish the fact that you have them! There’s still a throbbing, desperate bulge down there of course, but you’re not terribly keen on paying any mind to that. Your continuous, breathless purr swells to a greater volume, as a persistent and involuntary expression of your pure bliss. God, you missed having a body like this… wait, no. You’ve ALWAYS had this body, and you’re not gonna let those false memories tell you otherwise. 

You’re Katt Monroe.

The hissing reaches a climax, your head hollowing out just like everything else. Memories come flooding back… You’ve always been a pink anthro cat named Katt Monroe, and you’ve CERTAINLY always been perfectly squeaky and hollow! And you’ve been sent on a mission to squeak-ify as many people as possible until they’re all purrrrrfect just like you~ More recently, you remember having a practice shoot-out with Krystal… yes, that must be where the stray bullet came from. And that’s how you ended up on this strange, annoyingly organic planet with these phony memories of who you are. Without hesitation or effort, you cast those memories into the endless void, along with any notion of former personality or identity, all doomed to drift forevermore. As if you could ever be anything or anyone but the one and only beautiful and very squeaky Katt Monroe!

The hissing fizzles out, your body now completely hollow and squeaky. You’ve had a good while to enjoy your own body, but… you’ve got a mission. You reach up and press a heart-shaped button on your chest, and before your printed-on eyes, a second layer of thick inflatable rubber spreads from that focal point, across your already squeaky “bodysuit” skin! This layer is far thicker and bulkier, forming a relatively slim set of space armor over your body. It feels so delightfully snug and cozy, and with 2 layers at play the squeaking and creaking grows even MORE omnipresent. Hostiles are going to hear you coming from a mile away… but that’s okay. All you need is your lightning quick reflexes, and sharp-shooting precision.  When it’s all said and done, you’ve got a thick layer of sturdy black decked out with bulky pink plating all across your form, the subtle heart emblem still prominent on your chest. Every inch of it is pure shiny rubber, its surface lined with seams, with nothing underneath it but pure air. This extra layer ought to keep you nice and secure… it’s quite a bit more durable than it looks. And at your waist… yes, there it is! You whip out your trusty blaster with technique that suggests years of honed skill. It feels perfect in your hands, and to your delight it’s all warmed up already! You point it at the unidentified pile of wreckage nearby, and… 

POOMPH! BWOOOOMP!

For a split second a small black inflatable bullet streaks the air, then splatters on impact against the metal and plastic. Immediately it starts to hiss and swell, morphing into a perfectly hollow replica of its former self, any actual function or data it may have possessed now long gone. Small patches start to seep into the ground nearby as well, expanding very gradually in what could turn out to be a years-long effort to squeak-ify the entire planet. You could hurry it along quite a bit, but such plans can wait. For now, those pesky organic beings are at the top of your list. You can’t have anyone interfering with your mission!  Sticking your squishy blaster back in its holster for the time being, you begin your march down the clearly marked path, toward what should eventually be civilization. Your skin AND your armor creak excitedly and incessantly in tandem, and your own overwhelming rubber scent proves equally constant. You would smile even wider if you could… those persistent reminders never fail to satisfy you on a deep level. Instead, you just keep on purring endlessly. It probably would’ve been easier to wait to put your armor on until the time comes for combat, but you don’t care one bit. You’ve got all the time in the world to see your mission through, and make it purrrrrfectly squeaky and hollow… just like you~