🥤 I step away for ONE [however long it’s been since the Alchemic Precursor Incident] and suddenly I have competition!?
Sigh… Fuck it, I’ll take the cat potion…
Soda drinks half of the potion and leans back in her chair as a tail wiggles out beside her, the same blue-gray color as her hair. She sets it across her lap and pets it, ears reshaping into large, furry triangles atop her head.
This is pretty high-quality… Not an ounce of discomfort or anything, even with my tail initially pressing into the back of this chair. It’s like it had a mind of its own right up until the moment it finished growing, and used it to avoid getting stuck without me needing to move it manually… Did you “program” it to do that? That’s pretty impressive.
She kicks her shoes off, and her socks are clearly deforming around her increasingly paw-shaped feet. Fur creeps up her legs, finally visible once it gets out from under her socks. Her hands gain pads and fur of their own, and her nose turns pinkish. With the fur stopping at her waist, she’s left as a cat satyr, or “catyr”.
Mmn… Yeah… Y-you’re pretty serious competition, no doubt. I needed that… Thank you… And hey, maybe someone else will want one of the other two potions, or the other half of that one! You can just leave them over there… Yeah, that’s good. Thanks so much, and please come again!
