“Come on babe, he’s going to be home any minute. I have to get out of here”, Tom pleaded with the blonde bombshell straddling him and refusing to let go.

“Good!” Paula replied, maybe that will give you the nudge you need to kick his ass and finally get us out from his shadow.

“Yeah”, Tom rolled his eyes, “I’ll just beat the shit out of my boss and then casually stroll out of mansion, past his guards, with his wife on my arm and what? Hop into one of his cars and we can just drive away into the sunset?” he gently but firmly lifted her and flipped so that he was on top, “You know as well as I do that even if I wasn’t killed on the spot we’d be spending the rest of our lives running”.

Paula pouted as she blew a lock of her hair out of her face and replied, “I know, I know. But this is getting old. I can’t stand him. When we planned this you said he’d be gone in one, maybe two years tops and it’s been five years now. He’s not going anywhere without a bit of help”.

Tom started to say something but before he could he heard the front door open and close and he knew he had to get out fast. He grabbed his clothes, and like a character from every movie about cheating spouses, climbed out the window naked with them in front of his privates. 

The next few weeks were pretty uneventful for Tom. He went about his daily activities, doing whatever the boss asked him to do, waiting for the next time the old bastard would leave town so he could be with his lover again. It turned out to be a lot longer than usual, nearly six months. During this time he started seeing less and less or Paula with her husband, which was odd because he normally loved to show her off. When a week went by with no sign of her, Tom casually asked one of the big man’s personal guards what was going on. The guard looked at him with a smirk, like he was in on a joke that Tom wasn’t and just said, “Kitten had to be de-clawed”, which didn't sit well with him at all. 

He stayed up all night wondering what that had meant. Was Paula in danger? Did the boss know? And if he did, how much? Was he in danger too? When morning finally came, Tom decided that he would find out what was going on no matter the consequences.

He waited outside the boss’s home until dinner time when he knew he always left to go to his favorite restaurant, without his wife which was very uncommon and made him even more nervous. 

When the coast was clear he snuck in through the back and climbed in through Paula’s window. The room was empty. Not just a few things missing here and there, but completely, wall to wall bare. And even worse, there were spots scattered on the floor that had clearly been cleaned with bleach. Tom know from experience that there was one very likely reason for this and he panicked. 

He scrambled out of the room and into the hallway, still trying to be stealthy but in his frazzled state unsure just how successful he was at it. 

He checked all the rooms he knew Paula to frequent and they were all either empty as well or had been redecorated in a way that she never would have approved of. 

Frantically, he continued his search until he got to a room he didn’t want to search but knew he had to - the boss’s. 

He slowly opened the door into this room he’d only been in one time before, and then only for a minute. As he stepped in he noticed how dark it was. No light came in through the windows, not even a tiny sliver. It was like this guy didn’t want to see the sun. For a moment he considered the possibility of him being a vampire but laughed that off as too silly when suddenly he heard a small, barely audible voice calling his name. 

“Tom!” it seemed to be yelling but was muffled somehow. And it sounded familiar, but not at the same time. Almost like Paula but way too high pitched to be her. He paused and listened some more.

“Tom!” it called out again, this time sounding more desperate, “I’m down here! Behind the bed” 

This time it sounded a lot more like Paula, but still too high. But now he knew where it was coming from so he slid the bed a little where he saw a pet carrier. When he bent down it started shaking and he could hear crying coming from inside. Almost like a child’s. He quickly picked it up, placed it on the mattress, and opened it. 

Nothing happened for a few seconds but then a small animal that looked like a cat came out. He was about to bend over and look inside to see where the voice had come from when the ‘cat’ suddenly stood up, shouted, “TOM! We have to get out of here! He’s lost his mind” and wrapped its arms around him.

Tom’s first instinct was to pull this creature off of him and back away but when it began whimpering something he recognized the voice despite the new differences. He gently lifted it, or what he now knew was Paula with one hand under each of her arms and placed her on the bed in front of him. 

The poor thing cowered when he let her go and tried covering herself, bringing to Tom’s attention for the first time that despite being covered in white fur she was naked.

“D-don’t look at me!” She said through tears with her head bowed, avoiding eye contact, “I’m a freak!” as she fell to her knees and began sobbing.

Dropping to his knees on the floor to bring himself more level with her, he took her tiny chin in his hand and lifted her eyes to meet his and told her, 

“It’s ok baby. We’ll figure this out. I’m sure if this can be done it can be undone”

When she heard that she began crying even more and said, “No! It can’t! They told me at the lab this was irreversible. I’m stuck like… like…THIS!” she stood up to her full foot and a half height and waved her arms down her body. Despite her cat like facial features, ears, tail, and fur, she was still very beautiful. Her body was the same shape it had always been, slender with nice hips and large round breasts, it was just much smaller now.

Tom reached out to touch her in an attempt to console her but she swatted at him, her claws catching his skin and leaving a small scratch on his finger. When she saw what she had done she rushed over and embraced his arm. The feeling of her small round breasts against his skin made him blush but he quickly got over it and scooped the mini catgirl up and carried her with him as he quietly snuck out of the house.

When he was safely in his car, he placed Paula in the passenger’s seat and buckled her in with the seatbelt. If things weren’t so serious he would have laughed at how silly she looked like this, like a stuffed animal some kid was worried about getting hurt so they asked their parents to buckle them in too. She saw him looking down at her, which made her feel more self conscious so she lowered her head and tried to avoid eye contact. 

While driving to his place, Tom brought up the possibility that whoever did this to her was lying, 

“I mean these people did some crazy messed up shit to you against your will, what makes you think you can trust them? Of course they’d tell you it’s not reversible. What else would they say?”

He saw her look up and smile a little and he went on, “I promise you, I’ll find this place and I don’t care who I have to threaten, bribe, or kill, they WILL fix you”, as he pulled into his driveway he put his head in his hands and added, “I’m so sorry. I should have taken you away from all of this a long time ago. This is all my fault”. Then he started to cry a little. After a few minutes he felt a tiny, warm hand on his arm and looked over to see that Paula had gotten out of her seatbelt and was now trying to comfort him. 

He reached down and lifted her to his face and they shared an intimate, although slightly awkward due to the size difference and the feel of her Paula’s rough tongue on his, kiss.

When they were done Tom tucked her into his coat and entered his apartment. 

As soon as he entered he saw the place was a mess and had been ransacked. Carefully, he turned the lights on and sitting at his kitchen table was the last person he wanted to deal with right now, his partner. She was a short redhead with bright green eyes. To the average person she just seemed like a normal hot chick but Tom, having worked with her for years, knew how dangerous she could be when she wanted to. And she had the look that said this was one of those times.

“Tom!” she said, crossing and uncrossing her legs, “I’ve been waiting for you”

“Um”, he gulped, “Hi Leah”

Leah raised the gun that had been sitting on the table and pointed it at him saying, 

“Put it on the table”

Tom reached behind his back and removed the gun he had stashed there.

“And the other one”, she said still keeping the gun on him. He slowly bent down and unholstered the gun he had strapped to his leg which he also placed on the table.

“Good”, Leah said with a smirk. “Now, put the reason I’m here on the table”

Tom tried playing dumb, hoping to buy some time but Leah saw right through it and fired a round just past his head that embedded itself in the wall behind him. Even with the silencer it was still loud but he knew no one would call the police. He paid his neighbors very well to keep their mouths shut about any noise that came from his place.

“Enough bullshit”, Lead said very calmly, which he understood to mean she was deadly serious and would not miss the next time, “put. it. on. the. table.” she ordered. “Or I can just shoot you both”, she aimed at the spot where Paula was cowering against him inside his coat.

“NO!” he pleaded, opening his coat and carefully placing the tiny cat woman on the table. She collapsed in a heap when he released her, which seemed to amuse Leah. She laughed as she banged on the table and shouted for her to stand up. Tom wanted to so something but couldn’t risk it so he watched helplessly as Paula slowly stood up, covering her chest with one arm and he crotch with the other.

This annoyed Leah so she reached over with her free hand and forced Paula to drop both arms by her side. Once that was done she leaned in for a closer look, still with one eye on Tom, which he knew enough to know she was fully aware of everything he was doing so he remained motionless while trying to come up with a plan.

As he watched, Leah gently caressed the smaller woman’s body, paying extra attention to her perfect breasts. “Ooh”, she said, “These are so nice. They’re so firm and soft at the same time”, she lowered her hand to Paula’s midsection, and with her pinky, gently rubbed and prodded the tiny vagina. Tom could see that despite her efforts, Paula was aroused by this. He tried to look away but Leah snapped, “Oh no! You’re not missing one second of this” and he instantly looked back. When she was done, Leah brought her pinky to her mouth and licked it, saying “wow, this tastes better than any woman I’ve been with. I gotta admit, kitty, I’m tempted to just kill your boyfriend here and run away with you.” 

Tom closed his eyes waiting for the world to go black but it never happened. Leah then said, 

“But as I’m sure you’re aware by now that would be very dumb. No one fucks with Mr. Johnson and gets away with it. And since I’d like to stay human”, she chuckled as she undid her shirt and bra then placed her bare breasts on the table next to Paula. Breasts that while smaller than her when she was normal size were now each as large as her torso, “and not end up a tiny little nothing like you kitty” she forced Paula to her knees in front of her and demanded her to lick. 

Paula hesitated for a moment, which was a moment too long for Leah who smacked her with her finger. Not too hard, but considering the size difference hard enough to get the message across and Paula began licking the massive mounds of flesh in front of her. She felt a rumbling as Leah laughed, and was humiliated to hear her say, “This tickles! That little tongue of yours is amazing! So much better than a human tongue”. 

This went on for several minutes until Leah decided she had had enough and pushed Paula down onto her back by thrusting her chest out. “Ha! Knocked down by a couple of boobs!” She laughed as the now shamed cat woman curled into a ball and began crying.

While all this had been happening, Tom saw Leah’s attention waver a bit. Just enough for him to get close enough to make a desperate attempt to save himself and his lover. He inched closer and closer until finally he was within range and drawing his fist back, threw what he hoped was a strong enough punch to knock this psycho out. 

Unfortunately for him. Leah hadn’t been as inattentive as he had thought and though still caught slightly off guard had enough time to move enough so that the blow only grazed her. She’d have a black eye in the morning but right now it was just a nuisance. In an instant she was up and on Tom, her legs straddled around his waist while she delivered blow after blow to his face. He managed to resist for a short time, banging her against a few walls and even managing to bloody her nose, but it wasn’t enough. Her last punch was straight to his head and was enough to disorient him, causing him to fall. As he lay there he saw Leah reach into a pouch she had in her dress and remove a needle that she injected him with. He began to feel very drowsy. He tried to fight but eventually lost. As he lost consciousness he saw Leah make a call and he could just barely make out what she was saying.

“Yeah. I got them both. And I was wondering, would it be possible for you to…”

Then nothing.

When he came to he was lying on what felt like a metal table. He had a bag or something over his head so he couldn’t tell where he was but he could hear people talking. Two voices in particular, Leah and Mr. Johnson, so he knew this wasn’t going to to end well for him. He tried to get up but quickly realized he was restrained and gave up. His movements alerted them to his awakening and he could hear Leah’s voice over him say 

“Oh good. He’s awake”.

There was a pause as he heard Mr. Johnson walk over to the table and when he got there asked Leah, 

“Would you like to break the news to our former associate?”

Leah replied, with a giddiness in her tone that sickened Tom, “With pleasure”

The bag on his head was ripped off, causing his head to snap up and then down, something that he was sure Leah had meant to hurt. And she succeeded.  

When is vision cleared he looked around and saw he was in some kind of lab. There were people going about their business in the background but he couldn’t tell what they were doing. Sitting on a chair in the corner was Paula. She didn’t seem to be restrained but she looked defeated and clearly had no intention of going anywhere.

“You Bastard!” Tom shouted at Mr. Johnson, “Why did you do that to her?! When I get out of here I’ll…” 

he was interrupted by a hard slap from Leah.

“Shush! I have something to say and I want you to keep your mouth shut while I say it”

Tom opened his mouth to say more but a second slap made him stop.

“Now, anyway” Leah said as she leaned over him, “Let’s start with the good news. I’ve convinced our generous boss not to kill you. And even better, you’ll get to spend some time with Paula before you leave.”

Leah noticed the look of confusion on his face when she mentioned leaving and added, 

“That’s the bad news. You get to live, but you’re coming with me. I get to keep you”

Upon hearing this Tom already began planning his escape and what he’d do to these two when he got away. Leah, knowing exactly what he was thinking, just laughed.

“Oh? Let me guess, you’re thinking about escaping aren’t you?” When he didn’t react she continued, “well, I’ll make you a deal. When we’re done here I’ll give you a chance to escape. Don’t worry, I’ll make it something simple. Maybe we can arm wrestle for it.”

The way she laughed at that suggestion confused and scared Tom. Leah may have been a better fighter than he was, but he was without question stronger than her. He maintained a stone cold look and she pouted when she saw she wasn’t going to get any more reaction out of him.

“Well, there’s no point in prolonging this”, she turned to Mr. Johnson and said, “Sir? Would you like to do the honors?”

“With pleasure” the old man laughed as he picked up a long needle from a tray and injected it into Tom’s spine through his stomach. He missed a few times, which seemed to amuse him and Leah as Tom winced in pain until finally he hit his target and once again Tom felt drowsy. 

Just before he passed out again Mr Johnson looked down at him and said, “I hope you enjoyed my wife, jackass”. The last thing he heard was Leah laughing.

When he woke up, he realized he wasn’t tied down anymore. Although the room was pitch black he could just barely make out the shape of someone else in there with him. When they saw he was awake they came over to him. As they got closer he could make out more features as if the room was getting lighter despite being just as dark as it had been the whole time. He felt as if his eyes were adjusting much more quickly than they should, but he soon forgot about this when he saw that the person approaching him was Paula. She was still a cat woman but she wasn’t tiny anymore. He managed to get to his feet just as she reached him and was shocked to see that she was now as tall he was.

“Wha…” he started to say but stopped as soon as he heard the voice that came out of his mouth. He clapped his hands to his mouth and noticed with horror that they were covered in a very familiar white fur. Before he could explore the rest of his body, Paula embraced him in a hug that was much stronger than he’d felt from any woman before. He was surprised by how much effort it took to break her hold and when he did he tried again, 

“What the hell’s going on?” the feeling of dread increasing as he recognized Paula’s voice coming out of his mouth. A feeling that only got worse when he looked down at his body and saw two huge mounds sticking out from his chest. He felt between his legs, already pretty sure what he’d find but still shocked when his fingers were met by a slit instead of the usual equipment. 

Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, the room was flooded with light and high above him, looking down with a smirk, was Leah. Only she was no longer the petite thug he had known all these years. She was now a massive giant of a woman, larger than he ever thought he’d see a person.

“So”, she said in a voice that was much deeper than he remembered, “ready for that arm wrestling challenge?” and burst into laughter.