A Cat has Nine Wives (Futa, TF, Catgirl, Lactation)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hey there guys. Just so you know I'll be tagging the individual chapters for this, since there might be a pretty big difference between each one. Though I'm not too sure on it right now. The story centers around a girl, Michelle Viona, who's life is forever changed when she transforms for ever... don't know why I'm leaving it out, I'm pretty sure you've read the tags. She turns into a Catgirl basically... and a futa. Enjoy.

Added a picture by the always amazing SketchySketch.

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The day had started out as any other would. Michelle had woken up promptly at six o'clock, that is to say, an hour after her alarm sounded at six o'clock. She groggily went about her morning routine, as was normal by that point in her life. Followed by barely catching the bus to her school, which was in turn followed by barely making it to her first class that morning. Michelle was far from a happy participant at the educational facility, having to constantly keep her feet planted at her desk every class, not that it was hard to understand why. The school didn't have a particularly decent track record with its faculty.

It didn't help at all that she used to be less than popular. Michelle was a petite girl, skinny and often considered a tomboy by nearly everyone around her. She had oddly well kept, fiery red hair, though it had darkened over time, coming off more as a dark crimson at the age of seventeen. She was still fairly strong despite being only 5'1'', having tried to compensate for her height, or lack thereof, with athletic ability, with mixed results. It had gotten her some level of respect, but it also strengthened other people's notions that she was a tomboy. Over time Michelle had grown used to that word and simply went along with it.

By now she was reasonably popular, in the sense that no one bothered her. Though she sat alone at lunch, the few who greeted her as they passed were her fellow track team members, though she wasn't particularly on good terms with them, since they were primarily good looking, tall girls with legs to die for. Michelle had long since passed the phase of her life where she envied women like that to death, but every time she watched them run she would feel a small sense of shame in herself, though she locked the emotion away as best she could. Even now, she was idly playing with her food, a pile of sludge they called mashed potatoes, and her burnt portion of meat. The school provided the lunch for free, and her parents decided it would be best for her to eat it since they couldn't afford to use food whenever they didn't need to. As such she had to eat the vomit-like mush. I'm going to regret this, she thought and finished her meal.

In her second class after lunch, Michelle Viona groaned as she struggled to hold her lunch down. It had only been an hour since lunch period and already she felt like she would have to become more acquainted with the bathroom than she would like to. Her english teacher, Mrs. Gunderson, seemed oblivious to her discomfort, though Michelle knew she was only turning a blind eye. That bitch, she thought, bet she enjoys watching me suffer. Michelle was practically sweating now, her thoughts turning to her options of either staying and extending her suffering, or simply make a run for it... both were far from ideal as Mrs. Gunderson would no doubt fabricate some bullshit regarding Michelle's conduct. Despite this, the suffering teen decided it was worth it.

Michelle stood, quickly grabbing her school bag and making a move for the door. Her teacher naturally saw her and yelled for her to take her seat once more, but Michelle ignored her, rushing from the room and towards the toilets. A few minutes later and she was hunched over a toilet bowl in the women's bathroom, dry heaving and praying to whatever deity existed that this would pass.

"God, why don't I ever pack my own lunch?" She groaned in painful discomfort, moving once again to throw up, but nothing came. She heard the door to the bathroom open; great, she thought, here comes Mrs. Gunderson.

She was surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice.

"Shit, shit, shit! I've gotta dump this somewhere." They were clearly male by their voice. Two things crossed Michelle's mind at that moment, one; this guy's in a bathroom, why doesn't he just take a shit? And two; oh wait... this dude's a fucking drug dealer! She tried to stay quiet, but with her condition, it was nigh impossible. The stranger began to open the stall doors rapidly. Michelle was glad she had chosen the one on the end, but they w

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