Catgirl Cafe

Catgirl Cafe

"Oh my god, I'm so excited!"

Tim laughed and took her hand, "It should be fun."

Carrie looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "So you like catgirls?"

"Sure," Tim said, blushing a little, "Who doesn't?"  He squeezed Carrie's hand, "They're cute, playful, endlessly weird..."

"And sexy?" Carrie asked slyly.

Tim blushed darker, "I guess..."

"Would you ever want one as a pet?"

Tim frowned, "I don't know, it's a lot of responsibility. But that's part of the fun of today, right? We get to play with them without any commitment."

"Yeah, right..."

***

"Welcome to the Pussycat Cafe! I'm Hazel! I just need to go over the rules with y'all before you can play with the kitties!"

Tim nodded and tried to listen patiently. After all, Hazel was a little bit catgirl herself. She was a curvy little woman with bright blue hair, a nasallang piercing, and furry grey cat ears sticking out of her hair. She was wearing a lavender 'Pussycat Cafe' t-shirt that barely covered her four large breasts, and she had four more nipples on her bare midriff. Her fluffy grey tail waved randomly behind her while she spoke. "All the kitties here are adoptable! Well most of them, since Peanut and Saltine have already found their forever homes! But if you click with one of the other catgirls and want to adopt them, we can start the ownership paperwork today! And if you have any questions about the kitties just ask!"

Tim glanced at Carrie and saw she was trying to peek around Hazel to see into the catgirl playroom instead of listening. Tim smiled at his girlfriend: petite, brunette, spunky, and adorably impatient. She went up on her tip-toes and craned her neck to get a better look, not at all subtle. "Excuse me!" Hazel said brightly, waving her hand for attention. "I know we all want to play with the catgirls, but I need your attention for just a little while longer! We have some rules for how to play with the kitties! You can play with, pet, caress, and fondle the catgirls if they let you! If a kitty really likes you, she might let you touch her pussy! That's totally okay! But we ask that you refrain from fucking the catgirls, no matter how badly they beg! Our kitties are sterile, of course, but it's still a sanitary issue! And while our kitties are naturally naked, we ask that our human guests keep their clothes on!" Hazel smiled and tapped her chin, "Oh yeah! Please also be attentive to the kitties’ wishes! If a kitty doesn't want to play, she'll make it clear, and please respect that!" Hazel puts her fists on her wide hips, "I don't want to have to kick anyone out! Okay? Okay! Did everyone get that?"

Hazel paused and waited for Tim, Carrie, and the other patrons to nod and murmur their agreement. "Great! Let's meet the kitties!"

Hazel opened the door and ushered everyone into the catgirl playroom. Inside the playroom were a dozen catgirls who all perked up to look at the patrons. Real deal catgirls who had undergone the full Conversion process. Lounging on one of the benches that lined the playroom was a black-furred catgirl who meowed at Tim. She had straight chin length black hair and black-furred ears, a triangular black nose, black lips, and luminous green feline eyes. She had very pale skin and eight small tits that lined her slim torso from her chest to her hips. The catgirl had graceful limbs that started human but transitioned smoothly to black furred paws instead of hands or feet and a long black furred tail that swung languidly behind her. The catgirl's black collar was hung with a crescent nametag labelled Moon. 

Tim felt something warm and soft brush against his hand and looked down to see another catgirl rubbing up against him. This one was a ginger with auburn hair and sandy orange ears who gazed up at Tim with adorable sky blue eyes. Tim stroked her head as she wound around his legs and the catgirl purred happily. "Hi girl," Tim said, crouching down. This catgirl had a full body and was maybe a little overfed with generous curves and eight big tits that hung heavily below her quadrupedal body. The catgirl nuzzled his hand and Tim checked her nametag: Amber. Tim gently stroked one of her front tits and wondered if Amber had been her name before too. "Aren't you a pretty kitty?"

***

Carrie tweaked one of Peanut's eight nipples and the catgirl made a mewling sound that Carrie thought sounded rather naughty. The tabby catgirl was sprawled across her lap letting Carrie stroke her breasts. Peanut was purring happily, but Carrie noticed the catgirl was starting to breathe faster and her naked pussy was wet. Carrie bit her lip and wondered if she should touch it.

"Oh Peanut likes you!" Carrie looked up to see Hazel standing behind their little bench. 

"She's very friendly," Carrie said. It was almost too bad that Peanut had already been adopted. "I can see why she found a new home so fast."

Hazel nodded, "Peanut and her new owner really hit it off. He just moved to town and was lonely, and I think the two of them will be super happy together!"

"That's great," Carrie said, feeling an unexpected pang. 

"Are you looking to adopt?"

"Not today," Carrie looked into Peanut's grey eyes and the catgirl cutely pawed at her long brown hair. "We're just here to play, I think."

"Your partner seems to be having fun with Angel!" Hazel said. Carrie looked up to watch Tim waving around a toy on a string for a beautiful catgirl with snowy white hair and fur. The catgirl twitched her white tail and pounced for the toy… and just missed it as Tim suddenly yanked it away. The catgirl meowed happily and chased after it with her paws. "He's a natural!" Hazel said happily.

"Yeah..."

"You know, Angel still needs a home! She's very passionate and her intake form says she's interested in both male and female owners."

Carrie watched Angel catch the toy In her mouth while Tim smiled in delight. Carrie bit her lip and frowned, and then decided to ask: "Why did she do it? Angel, I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"Why did Angel decide to become a catgirl?" Carrie asked quickly, her face warming in a blush. "If that's okay to ask..."

"Oh!" Hazel's tail lashed. "I don't really know? I mean, we never asked her, specifically. It isn't one of the intake questions since it doesn't really matter after the Conversion." Hazel shrugs, "Why does anyone become a catgirl?"

Carrie made herself take a deep breath and kneaded Peanut's tits. "Why did you become a catgirl?"

"Me?" Hazel looked surprised. "I'm not a catgirl!"

"But you have the ears and tail..." and tits. 

"Oh, I'm just a little catty," Hazel licked her lips, "I'm a huge fan, but I'm definitely not a full-fledged catgirl! I've only had a little dose of The Process; a perk of working here. I haven't gone through the most important parts of Conversion yet."

"Why not go all the way?"

Hazel blew out a breath, "I'm not sure I want to? Being a catgirl looks super nice, but you have to give up so much, y'know? Forfeiting your humanity is such a big choice! The loss of independence is obviously a big deal, since you'll be someone's pet after. But you lose a lot of your human self too; your intelligence, your ability to speak, your human emotions, your relationships and family. Your mind becomes mostly feline." Hazel shakes her head, "And there is no going back, not ever; the Conversion is permanent. As awesome as I think catgirls are, I think I'm too scared to ever go for it."

"But you still kind of want to, right? Deep down?"

Hazel tucked back her feline ears and noded. "Yeah."

Carrie looked down at Peanut who looked quizzically back up at her. The catgirl looked perfectly content if also rather horny. "I want to too," Carrie said quietly.

"Really?"

Carrie nodded. She'd been thinking about it for weeks, well months actually, but had been too scared to admit it. She stared into Peanut's eyes, "I really do."

Hazel rested her hand on Carrie's shoulder. "If you're serious, I could get you the Conversion paperwork. We could start it right now."

"What?"

"We do the Conversions here," Hazel said. "You could become a catgirl today..."

***

Hazel smiled encouragingly at the patron, Carrie was her name; at least for a little while longer. She looked down at the clipboard and flipped through the forms: intake forms with Carrie's preferences for her feline life, and more importantly, the contracts and waivers that allowed the Pussycat Cafe to legally convert the woman into a catgirl. "Okay Carrie, I just need one more signature here, and then we can get started!"

Carrie blushed and looked adorably nervous! She held the clipboard and pen and paused, frowning and chewing on her lip. Hazel swished her tail and sympathized; she knew it was such a big decision! She'd stood right there in that same spot with the final contract, just that one last form standing between her and becoming a real catgirl. She thought of all the doubts she felt, all the fears and uncertainty, and the eventual stab of anxiety that made her chicken out of the Conversion every time. She could tell Carrie was having her own version of the same battle. Carrie closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath, and then signed the final contract. "Okay... okay."

"Congrats!" Hazel said, trying not to feel jealous. "Now take off your clothes!"

Carrie blushed, "What?"

"Kitties don't wear people clothes, silly!"

"Oh, of course." Carrie shook out her long wavy brown hair and pulled off her knit sweater and bra, kicked off her shoes, and stripped out of her pants and underwear. Carrie was a pretty woman with a lean athletic build that would have been boyish if not for her hips and breasts. Carrie looked like she was thinking of covering her nakedness, but then changed her mind. She nodded, "Okay."

Hazel brandished Carrie's new collar, purple leather with a fish shaped nametag. "Turn around." Carrie lifted her hair and Hazel belted the collar around her narrow neck. Carrie shivered and gasped. "There you go."

"Oh my god," Carrie said, touching her collar and playing with her nametag. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"It's not too late to back out," Hazel said. "But this is pretty much your last chance! Want to stop?"

"No," Carrie said, balling her fists. "I'm sure."

"Great! Stand on the X, please."

Carrie shuffled over to the X marked on the floor with black electricians tape and looked nervously around. Hazel skipped over to the control panel and shimmied behind the protective shield. She'd already absorbed more of The Process than she'd meant to, and she had to be careful not give herself another accidental dose. At least until she was ready to go all the way! Hazel turned a key and flipped on the three master switches. Somewhere above them machinery hummed to life and Carrie startled a little. Hazel carefully checked the settings, and then nodded. "Okay," she called to Carrie, "Ready!?"

"Yes?"

"One-two-three!" 

***

"Okay friends! Kitty playtime is over!" Tim looked up, it was Hazel, the staff lady. "So please say goodbye and make your way to the door! Be careful when leaving not to let any of our furry darlings out!"

Tim was surprised, had it really been two hours already? He had completely lost track of the time, and for that matter his girlfriend too. Where was Carrie? Did she leave early? Go to the bathroom or get a drink? Well, he'd just have to find her. "Did you see where Carrie went?" he asked Saltine the Siamese catgirl. 

Saltine meowed noncommittally and tried to use her paws to drag his hand back to her vagina.

"Sorry kitty, I have to go." Tim leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips, "It was lovely to meet you."

Saltine meowed at him as he wiggled out from under her and made his way to the exit.

Hazel put her arm out to stop him, "Tim, right?"

"Yeah?"

"If you could follow me, there's one more catgirl I think you should meet."

"What do you mean?"

"This way, please!"

Tim shrugged and followed Hazel, watching the sway of her fluffy grey tail. She led him past the coffee bar area and down a hallway to a door labelled Staff Only. Some sort of storage area? Hazel entered a code and opened the door. "Go ahead," she said with a cagey little smile.

Tim stepped inside and saw a catgirl sitting on the bare concrete floor. "Meow," she said.

The catgirl was a calico and she had long wavy hair, mostly black but streaked bright orange on one side and white bangs. She had one orange ear and one black ear and lovely golden eyes that stared at up at him. The calico catgirl wiggled her pink nose and smiled playfully at him... and Tim suddenly recognized her! "Carrie!?"

"Mew," Carrie the catgirl said, stepping gracefully onto her four white paws and crawling toward him. Her black and orange tail lifted straight up behind her and her eight breasts hung heavily below her body. 

"Carrie what the fuck did you do?"

"Goldfish," Hazel said from the doorway.

"What?" Tim asked, glancing back at her, feeling like he might panic. 

"Her name is Goldfish!"

Goldfish pressed herself against Tim's legs and purred. Tim reached a shaking hand down to stroke her head. What the fuck was happening?

"She likes you," Hazel said encouragingly. Goldfish pressed her face against his crotch and nuzzled his cock. Tim felt himself getting hard. Fuck, why was this a turn on?

"Goldfish needs an owner," Hazel said gently. "She hoped you would be her new master and requested that you have a chance to adopt her before anyone else."

"Adopt?" His girlfriend was a catgirl and she wanted him to own her? And if he didn't adopt her, then someone else would? Fuck this was crazy! He liked catgirls, but he wasn't planning to... but it was Carrie! His girlfriend! Except she wasn't, not anymore. Never again. Just a catgirl named Goldfish. A pet for him to own and take care of and fuck. Goldfish purred louder and kept rubbing against his erect cock. What the fuck!?

What was he going to do? 

Goldfish sat back on her haunches and looked up at him with her golden eyes and frisked her tail. He thought he saw pleading and acceptance and impatience in that feline-human face. Or maybe he imagined it? Did she even understand what was happening? 

Goldfish licked the back of a paw and rubbed her top row of tits. Fuck she was cute like this! And sexy...

He had always wanted a catgirl, hadn't he? It was why he'd agreed to come here when Carrie suggested it...

Goldish tipped her head and then stood on her paws, turned her back to him and lifted her tail, showing him with the pink slit of her pussy. Goldfish looked back and yowled. "She wants you to fuck her," Hazel said helpfully. 

"Um?"

"It's okay! That is, if you want to adopt her. I can get the adoption papers ready while you two get reacquainted!"

"Okay..." Tim said, eyes locked on his new catgirl's wet cunt. 

Goldfish looked back at him and yowled, wagged her tail in the air. This time she definitely looked impatient.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty..." Tim said as he unfastened his pants. 

Goldfish purred. 

***