You shout as the cat beast grabs your middle, pressing against your back. The goo is cold against your skin, and then warm, even as you try to pull away. Its claws dig into your shorts, and its slimy form seems to melt against you. Even then you can’t squirm free, finding yourself trapped in the beast’s hold. Not that it stops you from trying.
Your fingers dig into it with a squelch, but it’s no use, the goo spreading up from your middle and already covering your legs. You tug and pant for air as the goo covers your head, barely managing to free your mouth even if it feels different now.
Something thick and soft pushes free from your slowly combining forms, matching the thick fur sprouting from your gooey form. It’s very soft to the touch, and the slime on your face finally recedes, allowing you to see your whiskered maw. Your hands are something akin to paws now, gripping onto your fur-covered chest.
It’s… confusing, seeing as you were two beings mere moments before, but not a bad feeling. You can’t quite understand the past yous, but you quite like you as you are.