Need Help: Send Tuna

Chapter 2
Chapter 2

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Chapter Description: After avoiding one another for more than a month, Rosalyn and Leif band together to avoid getting married. That's all I'm going to say for now.

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Need Help: Send Tuna, Part 2

by praedatorius

"Nyaaaaaah," Rosalyn yawned. She stretched her lithe, soft limbs and twitched her glossy tail. "I’m so tired, nyan. Why don’t we cuddle up together, huh?"

She slinked up to Leif’s bed and jumped up, light as a feather. She straddled Leif’s body and bent over, her boobs rubbing against his chest. Leif stared through the collar of her tight t-shirt, directly into her cleavage.

"You wanna touch them, nyan?" Her little fangs gleamed hungrily. "I’ve been saving them for you, Leif. Remember how much I loved it, nya? I sure do."

She pressed herself closer, her breast squishing against his body, her nipples poking through her shirt, hard with anticipation. Her tail stood up straight. Rosalyn slid forward, her boobs rubbing all along his body. She gently nuzzled his face and gave him little kisses with her tongue.

"Yes…" Leif grabbed her waist and held her close, returning kiss for kiss and caressing like never before. "Stay with me, Rosa-nyan. Never leave me."

"Never!" she groaned. "Take me now, nyan! Please!"

Rosalyn stood on her knees, and slowly pulled her shirt off. There were her breasts, ripe like summer peaches: full, tender, and juicy. Rosalyn blushed, having never been naked in front of a man before.

"It’s alright," Leif whispered, sliding his hand down over her hip: such a soft, graceful curve.

"I’m dirty, Rosalyn." Leif grinned. "Please give me a bath."

"Of course, nyan!" Rosalyn mewed and began licking Leif’s neck.

"Not there, Rosalyn. Go lower. I’m much dirtier down there."

Rosalyn smiled and moved lower, nuzzling Leif’s chest and licking his nipples.

"Lower, please."

"Oh, I see, nyan!" Rosalyn giggled, "Mew didn’t tell me you were that dirty!"

Rosalyn turned herself around, sitting on Leif’s chest and bending towards his crotch. Leif shuddered with delight; he could see nothing except Rosalyn’s chestnut-colored tail, and her pink silk panties stretched over her tight, firm ass.

"I’m pretty dirty down there too," she purred. "Maybe we could help each other."

Rosalyn bent lower and licked. "I’ll scratch your back…"

"…and you’ll scratch mine!"

Suddenly the thundering score of Beethoven’s 5th pounded their way through Leif’s fantasy. His eyes snapped open and he sat up like a shot. His phone was ringing. Leif considered not answering and getting back to business, but then he got a look at himself, lying half naked on his bed, fantasizing about the very woman he was trying to avoid.

’Leif, you’re a sick man, now answer your phone.’ Reaching over, he picked up the phone, ready to confront this inconvenient caller.

"Hello?"

"Leif, it’s Rosalyn."

Leif’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t seen Rosalyn in over a month: at least not in person. Now he felt like he had been caught with his pants down (which, in fact, he had).

"I wasn’t doing anything!"

"What?"

"Nothing!" Leif pulled up his pants, cursing his awkward luck. "Uh, how’s it going?" he asked.

"Um, I’m doing fine…" Rosalyn answered suspiciously. "H-how about you?"

"Oh, I’m fine: just fine. Everything’s great."

"Are you sure? I can call back later if you want. I’m not interrupting anything important, am I?"

"No! No, no, no, no: you’re not interrupting anything at all. It’s…fine."

After a couple of moments of silence, Rosalyn continued. "Leif," she began hesitantly, "This is…going to sound strange, but…I need to ask you for a favor."

"A favor?" Leif asked as he put on his shirt. "What kind of favor?"

"I need you to take me to the mall tomorrow."

"What? Did Hector tell you to call me?" Hector had been dropping unsubtle hints for Leif to pay Rosalyn a visit, saying they should "get to know each other better". Having already felt the points of Rosalyn claws, and having slipped both hands down her shirt, Leif responded that he knew Rosalyn well enough.

"Tell Hector to shut up!"

"It’s not what it sounds like. I just need you-"

"Oh, just get your Dad to drive you there, or something."

"I can’t! I’m trying to meet a guy there!"

"A guy?" Leif frowned, "If you’re meeting a guy why do you need me? Isn’t that the last thing you need"

Rosalyn sighed in frustration. "I know, but…look, just let me explain, alright?"

Leif thought she sounded quite tired. He let out a small sigh of his own. "Alright, go on."

Rosalyn and Leif hadn’t seen each other in over a month, and considering their last encounter no one could blame them. Now that Rosalyn’s cat-spirit had chosen Leif to be her mate, Rosalyn’s family was pushing for the two to become a couple. As captivating as Rosalyn’s cat-girl form was, Leif had no desire to get married. Hector continually tried to get Leif to come home with him again and visit, offering the promise of home-cooked meals so that Leif and Rosalyn would spend more time together. Leif refused to set foot near the house again, however, no matter how much spaghetti hector offered.

As much as Hector had been pestering Leif, Rosalyn’s parents was being even more pesterish. "He’ll be more interested once he gets to know you better. You’ll learn to like him too if you just give him a chance," they told her. Fortunately, schoolwork and band practice gave Rosalyn just the excuse she needed to shrug off Mom and Dad’s prodding. She would become a straight-A student and expert flautist while avoiding Leif, but week after week the pressure mounted.

The main problem, it seemed, was that Rosalyn liked a boy from school named Derek. She had had her eye on him for a while, but after meeting Leif Rosalyn’s chances of actually meeting Derek had shrunk to nil. She kept after him, however, and recently Derek had noticed her. She was trying to set up a date with him, but with her parents breathing down her neck Rosalyn knew that she wouldn’t be able to get away. They didn’t let her go out on her own anymore, or with friends, unless accompanied by Hector, which she absolutely refused to do. The only other person she could go out with was Leif.

"I told Derek I would see him tomorrow, and the only way I can go to the mall without Hector shadowing me is if I’m with you. That’s why I’m asking you: please, please ask my parents to let you take me to the mall tomorrow. We’ll go there, we’ll split up, and I’ll spend a few hours with Derek. After that you can take me home and no one will know a thing!"

Leif sighed. "I don’t know, Rosalyn. Don’t you think if I ask your parents to take you on a date, that’s going to encourage them? The last thing I need is for them to think that I’m warming up to you."

"I don’t like it either," Rosalyn growled, "But I’m going crazy down here. They keep telling me to go on a date with you and I can’t keep putting it off. I haven’t been out in two weeks! You’re the only person who can make this happen! Besides, if we pull this off it could work out well for both of us."

"How?"

"I figured that if this cat-girl thing works with boys I like, then maybe I’ll transform when I’m with Derek. He’s such a cool guy; I just know that it’ll work out between us."

Leif’s interest was piqued. "Are you sure that it could work?"

"We’ll never know if we don’t try."

Leif smiled. "Alright, I’ll do it. There’s just one problem: I don’t have a car."

"Don’t worry, just call my parents; I’ll take care of the rest."

The next morning Mr. Catalunia picked Leif up. Leif was about to sit in the front seat when he noticed a bunch of groceries and baggage, serving no visible purpose, piled in that spot. That meant that he would have to sit in the back next to Rosalyn. Rosalyn gave Leif a worried look as he slid into his seat. Leif was worried too, wondering what he would do if their ruse should be discovered.

"So, what do you two plan to do today?"

From the way Rosalyn was looking at him, Leif realized that he was supposed to answer. "We’re, uh, just going to walk around and…look in the stores. You know: mall stuff."

"Hmm: interesting. Anyway, we’re just glad you called, Leif. We thought for a while that you were avoiding us!"

"Yeah," Leif laughed nervously "Imagine that."

"Well, I hope that you two have a good time. Rosalyn’s mother and I went out quite a bit when I found out about her special gift." Mr. Catalunia sighed. "Those were the days. I wish I was in your place right now, Leif!"

"Dad, please stop talking about dating Mom: it’s gross."

"I just hope that you two hit it off like we two did."

Rosalyn and Leif looked at each other worriedly. They sat rather stiffly, not even wanting to risk their knees touching should they relax even a little."

"No pressure, though. You two have plenty of time to get acquainted."

They arrived at the mall and Mr. Catalunia waved goodbye. "Good luck, kid!" he shouted before driving off.

"Ugh, let’s go," Rosalyn groaned. "I don’t want to be late!"

They waited in the food court: Rosalyn checking her watch every ten seconds, and Leif standing awkwardly at a respectful distance. He was curious to meet this Derek kid, and Rosalyn agreed to let him stick around as long as no one thought he was with her.

Leif got a chance to look Rosalyn over too. He hadn’t realized before how well-dressed she was. She wore black jeans with silver sparkles running along the seams and a purple-striped sweater. Both clung tightly to her lean figure to bring out the subtle feminine curves which might otherwise be missed. Leif thought he detected a hint of perfume in the air. She was no match for her feline double, of course, but she had promise. Who knew how she would look in a few years?

"I like your clothes."

Rosalyn turned, somewhat surprised.

"I mean it," Leif smiled. "You look really nice today."

"Uh, thanks. I was a little worried about what to wear. I wasn’t really sure if this would be okay. You don’t think it’s too dark, do you?"

"No, it’s just right. The purple is really nice on you." Leif hesitated briefly. "I think Derek will like it too."

"Thanks." Rosalyn smiled and they both went quiet again. Rosalyn stepped a little closer; apparently something else was on her mind. "Leif, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure: what is it?"

"Listen, you’re a guy, right?"

"Last I checked. That was an easy one!"

"No, I mean: you know what guys like. What should I do with Derek that’ll…you know, make him like me?"

"Well, I don’t know really. I haven’t been on many dates, actually."

"But you must know something! Isn’t there anything that a girl ever did on a date that really irritated you?"

Suddenly Leif grew quiet. His eye twitched and one end of his lip twisted, forming half of a demented snarl, which Leif quickly tried to suppress. Rosalyn stepped back uneasily.

"I don’t want to talk about it."

"Uh, okay…then."

"Well, if it isn’t little Rosalyn Catalunia. What are you doing here?"

Leif and Rosalyn both turned to see a smallish, buxom girl standing in front of them and drinking an iced coffee. She wore glasses, over which she stared at Rosalyn with a hint of bored contempt. Her thick red hair was sloppily tied back, with a few stands falling into the soft, ample cleavage she conceitedly displayed through her butterfly tank top.

She sipped her coffee. "Waiting for someone?"

Rosalyn stared the way one would stare at a troublesome coworker: the one who listens to loud music in her cubicle and dislikes kittens.

"Oh, it’s you…Shauna. What are you doing here?"

"I’d thought I’d check up on your little date. Where’s Derek, huh?

"He’s coming," Rosalyn growled. "He’s just a little late."

"Hmm...late." Shauna took a long sip of her iced coffee and slowly brushed back an errant strand of hair. "You may have gotten to Derek first, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be yours forever."

"That’s funny, ’cause I don’t remember any boys sticking around you."

Leif raised an eyebrow, worriedly taking a step away. If this conversation ended the way he thought it would, one of these ladies would soon be missing most of her hair, if not her eyeballs.

"So, Shauna: what makes you think that Derek would settle for a witch like you?"

"Because I’m not a band nerd, that’s why."

"Oh, so he likes fat color-guard girls then?"

"More than he likes you."

Rosalyn and Shauna glared at one another. Leif could practically see flames rising around them as they let their gazes do the talking. He took another step away and prepared to take cover.

Shauna took another long sip of her coffee, draining the cup of everything but ice. She tossed the cup away and shot a look at Rosalyn. "See you Monday, Rosalyn. I can’t wait to hear all about your little date."

Shana walked away. Rosalyn, who now seemed more nervous than ever. Leif crept back towards Rosalyn and stared after Shauna as she disappeared into the crowd. He had known girls like her in high school, and knew what they could do to boys. He could only imagine what they could do to other girls. He pointed at Shauna.

"I remember now. That…" Leif asserted, "...is not what a girl should do on a date. I don’t see her getting a guy any time soon."

Rosalyn looked up at Leif and smiled.

Leif continued, "She does have a nice rack, though. Maybe you should try that next time."

Leif was soon reeling from a sharp punch to his kidney.

Eventually Derek did show up, much to Rosalyn’s relief. Leif finally saw the boy who was his and Rosalyn’s last best hope for non-marriage. He was a bright-eyed kid with small, curious smile on his face. He was actually quite well-dressed for a high-schooler. He walked into the food court with a purple, button down shirt and black slacks. He even wore a tie of shining red silk. Leif was rather impressed as he approached Rosalyn and took her hand.

"I’m so sorry I’m late. I misjudged the size of this place, and if I made you wait then I heartily apologize." Then, unexpectedly, he lifted Rosalyn’s hand up his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.

’What?’ Leif raised a befuddled eyebrow, but Rosalyn brimmed with excitement. She held it in, however.

"Oh, I haven’t been waiting long. I’m just glad you’re here. What store do you want to go to first?"

"I must confess, Rosalyn, I’m afraid I don’t go to the mall very often…"

Leif’s mind was swimming. ’I must confess? Who the hell says that?’

"…but I wouldn’t mind allowing you to lead the way. Be my guide, fair lady, and I shall happily follow."

’What is going on?!’ Leif fumed. ’Who is this kid: Kenneth Branagh? This cannot be real.’

But it was. Rosalyn, gripping Derek’s hand and grinning from ear to ear, pulled him behind her and ducked into the nearest bookstore. Leif watched, still trying to comprehend what he had just seen. Finally he threw up his hands and gave up, walking upstairs to find a Chinese-food place.

’Who does that kid think he is: talking like that?’ Leif brooded as he sat down with a plate of sesame chicken. ’I bet he’s in the school play and he just uses that fancy elocution to get girls, the bastard. Rosalyn didn’t have a chance!’

He could see down into the first level, and caught a brief glimpse of Rosalyn leading, with Derek trying to keep up.

"Come on, Rosalyn," Leif muttered. "Is that the best you could do?"

"My thoughts exactly."

Leif started, dropping his fork and turning around to confront the familiar voice at his back. Standing at the railing was Hector, who peered at the tiny couple below with a look of concern on his face.

Hector shook his head. "This is going to be difficult."

Leif stared at Hector for a long time, unable to say or do anything as uncomfortable thoughts drifted through his mind. Hector was watching the book store downstairs, not paying attention to what Leif was doing. Awkward guilt and fear paralyzed Leif, though on the other hand he still felt hungry. If Hector wasn’t going to yell at him, maybe Leif could go on eating his sesame chicken. Slowly he picked up his fork again.

"Mom and Dad thought that something like this might happen, so they dropped me off beforehand. Sorry for the surprise, but you can never be too careful."

Leif threw his fork down in disappointment. "So you’ve been watching us from the start?"

"Yes. I hoped that you two were really going to give it a try," Hector sighed, "But I knew you couldn’t change your mind this quickly."

Now Leif grew angry, knowing that Rosalyn’s family had been watching their every move. Sure he doing the exact opposite of what they wanted, and was allowing their daughter to go out with a perfect stranger, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t have trusted him!

"There they are," Hector pointed. Rosalyn skipped out of the store with two bundles full of books, and Derek followed politely behind.

Hector smiled. "She blew her money on books again. Remind you of anyone, Leif?"

Leif remembered his wallet, still quite light after his last manga binge. That didn’t prove anything.

"Come on," Hector beckoned. "Let’s follow them for a little while."

"Why? What are you going to do?" Leif demanded.

"Nothing, yet." Hector smiled. He walked away, keeping an eye on Rosalyn and Derek on the lower level. Leif followed him, suspicious.

"You know she’s just a kid, right?" Leif pointed out as he caught up with Hector. "All of you: you, your mom, and your dad are pushing a kid to get married, for God’s sake. Things don’t work that way, pal, and you can’t force me to marry her, by the way."

"I’m not forcing you to do anything, Leif. Rosalyn chose you to be her husband; we’re just making sure that everything works out."

"Oh, come on! The cat spirit did that, and she’s not Rosalyn. Besides, it’s not like that spirit didn’t have help," Leif accused. "Does it feel good to put someone in such and awkward trap?"

"A trap? Leif, do you even understand what’s going on? You have, right now, a hot girl who wants you, who will never leave you, and on top of that her family likes you! That’s like the best trap ever! You do plan on being married someday, don’t you?"

"I didn’t want to get tricked into it, dumbass! Tell me the truth: you brought me to your house that weekend just to trap me and your sister, didn’t you? Do you have any idea how twisted that sounds?"

Derek and Rosalyn ducked into a clothing store just below Leif and Hector. Over the din of the crowd Leif could hear Rosalyn saying something about new jeans. Hector sat down on a nearby bench and invited Leif to sit next to him.

"You might as well sit down, Leif. We’re going to do a lot of walking today."

Leif glared at Hector, but hesitantly he too sat on the bench. There both men sat, waiting for the couple to reemerge.

"You are right, you know."

Leif looked at Hector confusedly. A worried look had replaced his self-assured smile.

"I hoped that you would be the one that Roz would latch on to. When my parents first told me about the cat spirit I thought it was crazy; I couldn’t believe it. Then, my mom turned into a cat-woman right before my eyes. You think that you got a shock when Rosalyn transformed; try having your mom change right in front of you."

Leif shuddered, not wanting to imagine his mother as a cat-girl ever again.

"Let me tell you, Leif: when you find out that your little sister can turn into something like that, it really sets your priorities straight."

"What priorities: ruining her life, and mine?"

"I’m talking about Rosalyn’s happiness, Leif. She just needs to meet one man, and bam: she’ll be with him forever. Who’s it going to be? Look at yourself: sure you’re lazy and boring, but you’re smart. You don’t drink, you’re polite, and you have a future. You’re a decent human being, Leif, and I can’t think of any person I know who could be a better match for my sister. What did you say about me: I’m ruining my Rosalyn’s life? The fact that you’re helping her means that you care about her."

"I just want to get out of this marriage."

"Admit it," Hector urged. "She’s not that bad, eh? I saw you two talking down there. You can’t say there was nothing between you and her."

"I was just making conversation," Leif muttered. "Just because I talk to her doesn’t mean I’m in love with her."

Hector smiled again. "Maybe I was wrong, then. Anyway, whoever that cat-spirit would choose would to be with Rosalyn for the rest of her life, and she could have changed at any time. Do you know serious that is? For all I knew it could be any scumbag or idiot off the streets. There are only two things you can do with a situation like that: leave things to chance, or stack the deck."

"So that’s why you kept bringing people home," Leif replied bitterly. "It didn’t matter who it was, so long as you and your parents chose them."

"Would you prefer that Rosalyn chose? Look down there." Hector gestured as Rosalyn and Derek walked out of the store. Rosalyn was still pulling Derek awkwardly along.

"Look at him: he’s absolutely hopeless. He doesn’t realize that he’s just a crush and nothing more. He probably thinks he’s the king of the world now: she’s holding his hand, won’t stop smiling, absolutely adoring every word he says."

"Did you see what he did when they met?"

"You mean the hand-kiss? Yeah, I saw it. What the hell was that all about? That’s what I’m talking about. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing."

Leif said nothing as he glared down from his high perch, watching Derek and Rosalyn walking down the hall together, arm-in-arm. For a minute he felt it: a slight sting and a flash of resentment. Derek was standing in his place, thinking he could do better. Down there was a perfectly wonderful cat-girl inside of the body of a wonderful young woman. Was Leif just going to give her up?

"Now, I’m afraid I have to take care of some business." Hector stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Leif, I’m not going to tell my parents about this. You and Rosalyn have to figure this out between yourselves. I don’t want to make things worse. However, this little play-date needs to break up." Hector reached into his pocket.

"What are you doing? You aren’t going to-"

Hector produced a can of tuna from his coat, and Leif went silent.

"This kid needs to know what he’s getting into."

"You can’t!"

It was too late. Hector dashed into a nearby elevator, and while Leif hesitated the doors closed. Leif swore and ran off, looking for a way to get down to the first floor. He had to get to Rosalyn before Hector did, or else…

"Would you mind terribly," Derek panted, "…if we rested a while? I don’t mean to be a bother."

"Oh, it’s okay." They found an empty table in the food court and sat down. Rosalyn waited silently as Derek caught his breath, wondering if she should begin a conversation, or perhaps wait until he was breathing normally again. ’Maybe I should get ready and think about something to talk about first, and then when he’s ready I can open up with it.’

Rosalyn thought for a moment, but nothing came to her. The clock was ticking: ’Come on, think! Don’t blow it! There’s got to be something we can-’

"I do believe," Derek interrupted, "…that this would be the perfect time for luncheon. Don’t you think so?"

Rosalyn sat there blankly, nodding as she tried to process Derek’s suggestion.

"Lunch," he clarified. "I’m famished."

"Oh, right! Now that you mention it I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast."

"Maybe I can help you, then!"

Rosalyn froze as Hector casually waltzed up to the table and stood before them, hands behind his back.

"Hector…"

"Good to see you again, sis. Derek! How are you doing today?"

"Well, I-"

"Fantastic! I was just walking by and I thought that the two of you would like a little treat." He pulled the can of tuna out from behind his back, peeled the lid back, and set it down on the table.

Derek looked at the tuna, and then at Hector. He looked back at the tuna. "Pardon me, but-"

"Well, see you later!" Hector walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

Derek turned back to Rosalyn. "Do you by any chance…know that fellow?"

Rosalyn didn’t answer. She was transfixed by the tuna, gripping the edges table tightly as the scent of fish swirled around her. She knew she shouldn’t be looking; she could just turn back to Derek and forget about the whole thing. Hector was gone, and no matter what he did she would continue her date, tuna or no tuna. Who cared about the soft pink color, the tender chunks of albacore flesh, sealed fresh and ready to eat-

’No!’ Rosalyn shook her head and looked at Derek, who stared worriedly back at her. She had to do something. She could feel herself slipping away: something else rising from within.

Leif was running as fast as he could, trying to find Rosalyn before he was too late. Suddenly he saw her down in the food court, and quickly he ran to railing.

"Rosalyn!"

She looked up and saw Leif, standing on the second level, a panicked look on his face.

Leif saw the look in Rosalyn’s eyes: ’Please, help me!’ Leif ran for the nearby escalator, pushing past all in his way.

Soon Leif was at her side, and grabbing her arm he pulled her up and dragged her off.

"Hey!" Derek stood up and began to chase after them. "Unhand that lady; she’s my date!"

"Damn it!" Leif ran into a nearby department store with Rosalyn in tow. Derek pursued, shouting with every step.

Meanwhile, in the recesses of the food court, a small, buxom figure watched this series of events with apathetic interest. An older man carrying off Rosalyn; Derek chasing after them; what could it all mean?

Shauna silently sipped her coffee, mulling everything over in her head. Soon she decided: she didn’t know what it meant, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tell everybody at school on Monday.

Leif towed Rosalyn through the whole department store, searching for some place to hide while all of this blew over. Rosalyn seemed delirious, like she was about to change, but still remained normal. She kept thanking Leif for saving her, and meanwhile Derek chased after them everywhere they went.

"Stop…you…fiend…" Derek was tenacious, but he was running out of steam. As he hunched over and panted, Leif took the chance to get ahead and bolted ahead. He and Rosalyn turned a corner and saw a dressing room. Quickly they ran inside, found an unoccupied booth, and locked themselves in.

"Where are we?" Rosalyn inquired dreamily.

"Shh!" Leif listened, not daring to make a sound. He heard voices coming from outside: Derek asking for help, apparently asking if anyone had seen anything. Still, no one came in after them. Leif breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew you’d save me," Rosalyn moaned thankfully. "If Derek had seen me change…"

"Don’t worry about it, now shh!" Leif thought he heard more voices.

"Hector came, and then he showed me that tuna. I thought I was done for."

Leif tried to turn around and tell Rosalyn to be quiet, but he could barely move. The changing booth was tiny, meant for one person to change their clothes in intense discomfort. Now both Leif and Rosalyn were packed together like sardines in a toothpaste cap. Rosalyn couldn’t help leaning on him, and Leif couldn’t help noticing the feel of her soft body against his.

"Hold on, Rosalyn. We’ll get out of here soon."

"That’s alright," Rosalyn soothed. Rosalyn’s arms wrapped around his waist and she drew closer. Her slim body pressed against his back, and he felt her breasts softly squishing into him.

"We’ll be safe here."

"Rosalyn," Leif warned, "Are…you sure it’s a good idea for you-"

"If you hadn’t shown up," Rosalyn breathed, "Derek would have seen me. I don’t know what I would have done…" She rested her head against Leif’s back, nuzzling him appreciatively. "I knew, nyan, you would be here if I needed you."

Suddenly Leif felt it. As she leaned against him Rosalyn grew heavier. She was getting taller, and he could feel her breasts pushing more eagerly into his back. The changing room was getting smaller, little by little, and Leif felt himself pressed against the door as Rosalyn’s body took up more and more space.

He managed to push Rosalyn back and turn himself around in the cramped changing room. When he saw Rosalyn her cat ears and tail has already grown in. Leif felt the prick of her claws poking through his clothes, and she was growing so tall he could almost look her in the eye. Her hungry, green eyes flashed in the dim light of their little cubicle, full of cunning and desire.

Her chest was expanding, growing closer and closer to Leif’s own. After all of the trouble he had been through Leif had hoped never to those luscious bosoms again, but that didn’t stop him from looking now. Already Rosalyn’s sweater was growing tighter. It was a tight, small sweater to begin with, but Rosalyn’s growing figure now taxed it to the extreme. Those firm, ripe breasts were coming back. Leif heard the sound of the sweater stretching in the silence of the changing room, trying to contain her grown-up body.

Leif saw Rosalyn’s breasts perfectly outlined by the stretching fabric. The cups of her bra were overflowing, and her breasts bulging out over the tops and pushing against the purple yarn. Leif had no idea what Rosalyn’s bra size was, but the bra she was wearing was about to burst at any second. Her purple-striped sweater was getting smaller and smaller, riding up over her slim, toned waist and long, graceful arms.

Rosalyn’s jeans were also straining to stay together. Rosalyn’s hips grew wider, and her butt grew tighter. She was so big now that her butt was pressed against the opposite wall, rising higher and higher atop her lengthening legs. Rosalyn’s jeans pulled taught around her posterior, showing off every toned and feminine curve on her thighs and hips. Leif could see her pure white panties: sticking out of her pants as Rosalyn’s hips pulled them down.

Soon the transformation was complete. Rosalyn’s brown, silky tail brushed gently against the wall, and she was purring excitedly: her lover only inches away.

"Nyan, my love! Where have you been? I was so lonely! Nyan, so lonely…"

Leif kept his voice down. "Rosalyn, please don’t do this now. We can’t-"

"Shh…" Rosalyn put her finger on his lips. "We can’t what, nyan? We can’t…make noise? How about this, nyan?"

Suddenly Rosalyn fell forward. Her full weight was on top of Leif and he had no place to go. Her swollen breast heaved against him. Leif felt her bosom, still tightly bound in her tiny bra, locked away and just aching to be freed.

Leif stifled a cry as the beauty nearly overwhelmed him. "I…I mean it, Rosalyn. If someone hears us, I…I don’t know what’ll happen!"

Rosalyn merely smiled and looked down at her chest. The bra had not snapped apart yet, even though much of her bosom was already spilling out of it. She heard the straps straining to hold her in. Rosalyn stood up, clasped her hands behind her back, and slowly pulled her shoulders back. The bra tore apart in an instant. Rosalyn’s bosoms surged forward; tightly wrapped in her soft, purple sweater, and they never looked better.

Leif thought he was prepared for this moment. He told himself that this time he wouldn’t be taken in so easily. The first time he had simply been overwhelmed by the sight of such a beautiful cat-girl, and by the time he had begun fondling her, the pressure had become simply too great. When he saw the voluptuous, seductive cat-girl again, he told himself, he would be ready.

He was not ready. Leif’s hands were trembling: aching to reach up and cup those luscious bosoms again and start the whole thing over. Rosalyn kissed him and squeezed him tight, her flashing green eyes saturated with desire.

"I know you. Nyan, I know what you like."

Leif couldn’t move. He could barely talk, but he knew he had to try something. Softly, pitifully, he began to beg. "Please…we can’t do this…not here."

Rosalyn silenced Leif with a long, tender kiss on the lips. For a long while they stared into each other’s eyes: Leif resigned to his fate, and Rosalyn confident of conquest.

"You’re right, nyan." Rosalyn immediately sat up, adjusting her ill-fitting clothes.

"What?" Leif blurted breathlessly. "What do you mean?"

"Nyan, you’re not off the hook. You and I will sleep together soon enough, nya, but I don’t want our first time to be in a changing room."

Leif breathed a sigh of relief. He shook himself out of his daze and reached for the door handle.

Suddenly Rosalyn’s clawed hand wrapped around his; the points rested lightly on his skin. Leif looked back and saw the serious look on Rosalyn’s face.

"It’ll take more than a simple date to separate us, mew." Rosalyn warned. "No matter how many guys I try to go out with and no matter how much we both push away, we’re going to be together, nyan. It’s just a matter of time." Rosalyn and Leif opened the door together, and Leif followed her onto the store floor.

"Leif," Rosalyn yawned, "Let’s go home, nyan."

"I’ll have to call your Dad."

"No, silly! We’re going to your place!

"What? Why?"

"To finish what we started, nyan!"

Leif’s heart sank. He felt like his worst desire and heart’s nightmare were coming true at the same time.

It was somewhat awkward, traveling by bus with a cat-girl as one’s companion. The matter was further complicated by the fact that Rosalyn’s clothes were a skin-tight: she was a perfect, sexy mess. Despite the stares and sideways glances of a few weary pedestrians, however, the trip went rather well. Commuters are often too busy and too tired to ask questions, so they convinced themselves that everything was alright and gave them no trouble. They had to change buses, and the route was so roundabout that it was dark when they arrived at the university. By then Rosalyn had fallen asleep on Leif’s shoulder.

Leif roused Rosalyn once they got back to the campus, and she drowsily, yet happily, followed him back to the apartment.

"Get in the bedroom; I’ll be there in a minute, nyan."

Rosalyn walked over to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of milk, leaving Leif to fret in the bedroom. He was sure that Rosalyn would change back to normal and they would sort things out, but now the cat-girl was in his apartment. He couldn’t hold her off forever.

’Just accept it, Leif. It’s not like you didn’t want this.’

’But Rosalyn’s just a kid; I can’t do this!’

’Hey, if getting together with that chick is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.’

’Ugh, you’re sick!’

’Oh, shut up! You can’t judge me.’

’What? Of course I can judge you: I am you!’

’Funny, last I checked I wasn’t gay!’

’You take that back!’

Suddenly Rosalyn stepped into the doorway. Both sides of his mind went quiet as she leaned seductively against the door jamb. Leif sat down on the bed, praying that something within Rosalyn would snap back into place.

Leif’s thin hopes were dashed when Rosalyn reached down and pulled her sweater off. She pulled down her pants, mewing in relief as she kicked the tight denim off of her firm, toned legs. Off came her underwear. Her bra’s clasp was broken, so the useless lingerie slipped down her arms and to the floor, having served her well. Then, she wiggled her hips ever so gently as she pulled down her tiny panties. Leif saw her…her…lower…ness. He never thought at a time like this that he would be the one blushing.

"Lie down, Liefie. I’ll take care of everything, nyan."

Leif complied, trembling at the sight of Rosalyn’s naked form standing over him. She silently climbed onto the bed, rubbing against Leif’s tired body. He could feel the warmth radiating from her flesh as she lie down next to him, and the strength in her legs as they intertwined with his. He was still trembling as Rosalyn caressed him, nestled into place on the bed, and held herself close.

Leif felt compelled to say it; there was no holding back now. "I don’t care anymore, Rosalyn. Let’s just do it now! Please, I-"

"Nyaaaaaaaaah," Rosalyn yawned, reaching for the blanket. "This is a comfortable spot. I think I’ll just lie here for the night."

"What?" Leif blurted.

"It’s been a busy day, nyan; I’m too tired to keep going. I just wanted to," Rosalyn yawned again, "…get undressed."

"Wait a minute," Leif softly objected; he felt he needed to object somehow. "I thought we we’re gonna…that you wanted to…"

"Nyan, go to sleep Liefie. You can wait one more day."

Rosalyn snuggled in a little closer and closed her eyes.

Leif was livid. She had teased him so badly in the changing room, insisted that she bring her back to his apartment, and then suddenly when she was naked and lying right next to him she called off the sex? Sure, he didn’t want it, but this was unacceptable! ’I have my dignity!’ Leif fumed. ’I’m gonna give this girl a piece of my…’

Leif suddenly yawned, tremendously. The fatigue accumulating since early that morning finally caught up to him. His eyes were heavy, his feet were sore, and his bed was soft.

Leif sighed, and shrugging to himself he got up to turn off the light. He then snuggled back in with Rosalyn, and drawing the blanket over the both of them he closed his eyes. With all of the trouble he had been through, Leif wouldn’t have any trouble going to sleep. Having a naked girl next to him didn’t hurt his odds either.

 

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