Praise the Sun-net (Patreon)

(Contains human to anthro cat TF, MtF gender bending, hyper curves and big macro paws)

Art by: Robertge

---

Conor's great uncle Troy had passed away.

This would have been tragic news if Conor ever remembered having an uncle Troy in the family. A quick chat with the parents confirmed no such person existed, so the first letter ended up scrapped and forgotten. The complete randomness of such a legal notice could not have been anything but a scam. There could not have been any good reason for an organization in Egypt to want to contact him.

And then the second letter came in a week later, followed by a third some days later. Phone calls started up in between this short period too. Conor would come home to a message on his machine every couple of days, increasing to one a day, and then several. While a reasonable person would have eventually taken measures to block such aggressive contact, curiosity peaked inside the young man after a while. Mostly because they wanted to fly him all the way to upstate New York for what was mostly a five-star vacation under no conditions whatsoever. 

Whoever wanted to meet with Conor was willing to go to any expense for it. The bastard summoning him even provided a fully stocked ride. That was why he was climbing out of a limo nearly three months after first being made aware of 'uncle Troy.' That was not nearly as impressive as the three floored mansion that loomed over Conor upon arrival. The whole setting made him want to be on guard, but for what was a mystery in itself. For a scam, this was incredibly pampering for his troubles.

No sooner had the limo driver unloaded Conor's bags than the double doors swung open with a loud bang. A trim man in a three-piece suit hurried out to look down upon the brown-haired arrival with serious intent. Conor managed enough for a meek wave that seemed to generate this man's approval.

"You must be Conor? Wonderful! Thank you so much for accepting our summons. We were starting to get worried about how to proceed without you."

"Thanks, sir?" Conor slowly climbed the steps under the mans urging gesture. "But, um, you didn't exactly explain why it was so urgent I get out here."

"Call me Ted. And unfortunately, I am forbidden to answer any questions you may have. The lady of the house wants the pleasure of taking you through your late uncle's will."

"I don't have an uncle…"

The grin that appeared on Ted's face stunned Conor with its Cheshire cat nature. "Figured that out, eh? Well, I admit it was not a great attempt on our part anyway. Yet you still came all the way out here, so I'm guessing curiosity got the better of you. Trust me when I say the trip will be well worth it."

"I might still have my doubts, Ted. Are you a butler or a lawyer, anyway?"

"That's a question!" The man sang while spinning around to re-enter the mansion. "Come now, you are expected, and she doesn't like to be kept waiting. The driver can leave your luggage on the doorstep."

Conor glanced back at the limo driver, who gave a friendly shrug, and then stayed on the welcome mat watching Ted leave. Whatever chance this was still a scam had lost any apparent purpose behind it. Not that a mysterious man in an unknown cavernous house did not set off a million warning bells. Leaving back in the limo was still an option the young man found very understandable right then.

A hard breeze suddenly made Conor shiver, arms hugging himself instinctively trying to keep warm. It was like fingers gently stroked at his spine, only to give his back a little push. That was assuredly not what finally dislodged Conor from his anchored position. He just did not want to tell people he came all this way to turn tail and run.

"There's a good lad!" Ted shouted encouragement from halfway across the foyer. A door had been opened leading into a side hallway where he waited patiently.

Conor sprinted to catch up feeling lost in a museum. The entrance room was meticulously decorated so that everything left of a grand staircase displayed artifacts of English history, while the right bolstered French art. Heading into the hallway became a sharp transition into something more jungle tribe, with stone slabs and decorative masks. Aztec or Mayan maybe? The young man was barely a scholar.

"And here we are!"

"Whoa…"

The doors Ted stopped Conor at was the most impressive bit yet. They were clearly made of stone instead of wood, giving off a distinct brown coloration. It's smooth polished surface laid riddled top to bottom with hieroglyphs right out of a movie. Not that he could discern any of their meanings. Only thing that caught Conor's notice was an abundance of cat creature depictions among the messages. That and a distinct lack of doorknobs.

CRSSH!

Before he could point that out to his guide or whatever Ted was the doors shifted of their own accord. A crack split down their center that yawned open with the two slabs slowly grinding inwards. Unveiled beyond the opened portal was a room that looked carved right out of a block of the same brownstone. Many torches lined mounted along the walls giving off the only source of light. At the center rose a platform mostly hidden under a mountain of decorative pillows. Stone columns erected at the four corners were used for holding up silk curtains, though most of those were drawn back.

"Have fun now." Ted gave Conor a pat on the shoulder as he turned to leave.

"Wha? Buh!?" Conor tried to turn with Ted only to catch a glimpse of the man leaving the hallway through another side door. Slowly he stepped up to the threshold and craned his head in to check around. There was nobody even in this room from what he could see. Did this supposed lady already get tired of waiting for him?

Again the feeling of hands gently pushed into Conor's back. It might have just been nerves playing on his senses, but he still got the courage to enter the chamber.

BOOM!

Courage that fizzled out when the doors slammed closed the second he was away from them. The wind howled around Conor despite a lack of windows or vents. The invisible force fluttered his clothes, tugging at his hair and forcing his eyes closed. Lights dances all around from flames struggling to stay alive. 

The wind stopped just as suddenly as it began. And still, goosebumps crept across Conor's skin as he realized the atmosphere had changed. It was easy to tell without even opening his eyes that he was no longer alone in this room.

"It's about time you showed up!" An amazingly feminine voice resonated off the surrounding stone, giving it an almost otherworldly vibration. Her tone may have been gentle but oozed with the dignity of someone that earned all the treasure in her halls. "If you were going to just stand around being worried all day I was going to just drag you in here."

Conor took a deep breath to study some nerve. Eyes popped open prepared for a, hopefully, rational conversation. "Yeah? Well, I...I...holy hell."

"I would hope not. That would mean we're both in the wrong house." The hostess gave off a soft giggle that might as well been thunder in the surrounding echo. Most likely a side effect of how she loomed over Conor like some pet mouse, only a few inches shy of bumping the ceiling.

For it was a woman alright, but only in the sense of general human anatomy, and even that was extensively proportioned. Hips wider than two sofas rocked back and forth full of idle energy. Each bounce generated a ripple across the thick fat of her butt crack poking out of a low hanging white skirt. And even that shelf could not distract from the glorious mountains swelling out of her chest. Such breasts cast a long shadow over Conor bound inside a white tube top, stretching the fabric tight. Proudly displayed across their cleavage looked like a pair of golden wings connected to a blue jewel.

While the hourglass figure certainly appealed to Conor, his true surprise was over the feline details of his company's form. She apparently did not need much outside some basic dress and jewelry for every inch of skin was coated in a fine layer of golden fur. Rounded furry ears poked out from the braids of her fluffy red hair complimenting the short lion's muzzle that made up her face. Both were still just as expressive with their smiling fangs and glittering emerald eyes. Her hands, however, were drastically bloated even for her giant form. Their rounded blunt fingers and plush yellow pads made them resemble more like paw on front legs. Probably to better match the equally puffy paws that were her feet. Between bounces of her jiggling butt, Conor caught glimpses of a thickly muscled tail tipped with a tuft of red flames matching her hair.

"Um...hi there! Sorry about the wait?" The last thing Conor felt was fear, which surprised him. Still, being stared down at by a giant woman was intimidating enough without all the fur and jiggling mass. A glitter suddenly drew his attention to a large aqua jewel that made up a tiara on the woman's head. It seemed to help click a surprising notion into place. "Are you a sphinx? Wait, are you a goddess!?"

The woman's muzzle curled into a wide grin similar to the one Ted had worn. All around the room echoed a strange vibrating noise that Conor eventually realized was her purring.

"Oh, you catch on really quick, don't you? Murr! Call me Sunnet, and yes, I'm a sun goddess." She lowered herself onto all fours, a position that looked surprisingly natural despite having such bubbly hindquarters. Hand-paws slipped even further forward, lowering Sunnet's chest flat onto the floor with her butt high in the air. "I love when the people I get have an open mind. It saves a lot of time not having to become a celestial sales pitch. Guess that means I can get right to the point; what shall we do with you?"

"Um?"

Sunnet had mostly been talking to herself, which was just as well. Her breasts were spilled out in front of her only meters away from where Conor stood. The young man was lost in such massive boulders that could probably crush cars under just one of their weights. Their gentle shifting and white cream fur held the appearance of a soft couch that Conor desperately wanted to lay himself out on right there.

Subtle movement in his peripheral alerted Conor to the fact the Sphinx he was ogling had moved her paws around him in a half circle. Either side of him was now just a wall of squishy yellow pads with fat fingers wiggling and flexing. Looking back up past the rolling breast boulders Sunnet continued to stare down at him with a raised eyebrow of uncertainty. Still, her backside bounced about waving her tail tuft as a violent flag through the air.

Conor swallowed the lump in his throat. "I...think I lack some context here. Your butler guy didn't want to answer anything, and you kind of look ready to eat me."

"Wha? Oh..oh goodness!" Sunnet exploded into laughter, smacking one paw against the floor. The pads made an adorably fluffing sound like hitting pillows. "Yeah, Ted's a jerk like that. He thinks I want to be overdramatic about everything. Just a quick summary; Troy was my last caretaker for the past three hundred years and finally wanted to enjoy some retirement. Now I needed a replacement servant and called over here to recruit you."

Conor's eyes grew broad enough to encompass most of his forehead. Whatever was going through his mind, it was at least courteous of Sunnet not to point out the tent in his pants. "Just so I'm clear; a goddess dragged me across the country to hire me as her caretaker? Why me?"

"To be honest, I don't choose you specifically." Sunnet's grin faltered as she tried to hide a little behind her massive bust. This was always the part where mortals 'freak out' as modern ones put it. "The spell I used finds someone who might have a strong affinity for my own personal tastes and would be happy in such conditions. It's not always right, and sometimes we gotta deal with going halfway around the world, but that's fate for ya. Things just happened to land on you today, and you seem interested in a few things at least."

"Maybe a little." Conor chuckled only taking one reluctant step back when Sunnet tried to roll her breasts closer to him.

When he offered no further comment, Sunnet's tail dropped. "Of course, there is a lot of work involved when being my lovable pet. I'd expect you to…"

"Done deal!"

It was the goddesses turn to be dazed and confused. "Wow, really!? I mean, uh, are you sure about that? You don't even want to hear my conditions?"

The young man between her paws was practically bouncing in place, mirroring Sunnet's anxious energy. "Can I have a sexy cat girl body like yours, a long youthful life, and maybe some magic powers?"

"Uh...if you want? It's not beyond my power to shape you any way…"

"Done deal!"

"Well...okay then! Heehee!" Sunnet's rear resumed bouncing with such elation that Conor could hear its cheeks clap over her rolling purrs. "I must say it's been fifty-thousand years so far, and I've had such an easy recruitment pitch with a mortal."

"Clearly you've never stopped by a furry convention. You'd be surprised how many worshipers you can get out of them."

"An interesting prospect we can discuss later." Loud pops surrounded Conor as Sunnet flexed her knuckles. Claw tips poked out the end of each rounded finger when they flexed, giving the brief glimpse of weapons superior to broadswords. The bouncy lioness hardly felt intimidating as she leveled out her thick palm pads on either side of her newest servant. "Now clench your butt. You might feel a slight pressure in your everything."

"My what!?"

PAP!

With one mighty clap Conor suddenly found himself sandwiched between Sunnet's enormous paw-hands. It was not a painful experience, but more akin to having foam beds pressed together. The spongy flesh squished harmlessly around his figure until all light bloated out, and his surroundings became a black void.

"Aah? Nngghh! W-what's going...Oooohhhh!!"

A sudden force rocked through Conor, which he would later realize was the goddess injecting her power into his very being. Surges of pleasure had him writhing between the soft blankets of her flesh giving out only incoherent moans. His skin bubbled while thoughts swam trying to stay above the flood of stimulations.

The itching was the first thing to register. Conor's hands roamed over his arms and torso finding them brushing thicker and thicker layers of body hair. This continued long after the itching stopped since the soft feel of a fresh pelt only made him wiggle harder. Mild cramps seized up his hands briefly, but having nails lengthen into curved claws made self-petting all the better. Another series of cricks caused his feet to cringe and feel oddly puffy. A realization of suddenly not wearing shoes was passed off as Conor had a feeling he would never need them again.

"Mmmhh! So..so good! Nyah!"

Heat flushed across Conor's face, breaths escaping in rapid hot blasts. The pressure was welling up behind his nose that sharply pushed it out amid loud cracks and pops. Such noise made his ears twitch and swivel in ways he knew were impossible for a human. They became especially ticklish when he felt his short brown hair suddenly extend down to the middle of his back.

"Aw fuck! F-fuck! Fuuuuuck!"

And then the bloating began. Suddenly Conor knew what a pool toy felt when attached to an air hose. In his blindness, He could feel his furry body bubbling with power befitting a goddesses blessing. The thick pads shifted around him having to adjust to a drastic increase in size.

Of course, many areas got a stronger blessing than others. Conor's hands shifted up to focus on rubbing around his nipples. They had become incredibly sensitive, only coaxing him to knead them harder. Having plush pads on his own fingertips helped massage the ripples skin of each areola feeling them expand into large puffy circles.

BWOOMPH!

Palms quickly joined in when the flesh behind each nipple sloshed out of his chest as massive sagging mounds. Fat welled up with celestial might causing Conor's breasts to quickly overwhelm his grasp. That did not stop him from vigorously kneading and stroking along their squishy curves.

For having boobs larger than his transformed head, they were still not the fattest part of Conor's transformation. There came a sharp pop in his lower back, and something began snaking its way across the beautiful mat of her buttocks. A few involuntary twitches made Conor realize he was growing a cat's tail.

SCHWOM!

Having something as marvelous as a new appendage became second fiddle to the explosive inflation that overtook Conor's hips. In honesty, it was probably the only thing that pried his hands off his tits to feel them spread massively wider than his shoulders.

"Nyah! Aah! Mmgh! W-what's happening!?" The glutes attached flexed furiously out of Conor's control. Each time he felt his butt cheeks rise up, only to fall with a bouncier slosh to them than the previous motion. Hands moved back to rest on either side of the deepening butt crack to feel them expand. It was amazing how light the jiggling fat felt no matter how far it jutted out behind him. Given what he had seen of Sunnet, his own shelf felt ready to balance beer bottles.

And there was still plenty of power left to pour down into Conor's legs. The power of a goddess worked his tense muscles only to be hidden under a dense layer of fats. This allowed him to easily support ten times his already hefty weight while also keeping a thickly curved appearance.

"Nya-HAAH!"

Conor gave out a sharp gasp as all of Sunnet's power suddenly moved to converge on a single point; his crotch. Having already worked up a strong boner throughout their meeting, it was no surprise when his human penis began to pulse under the overwhelming stimulations stroking him inside and out. He was even less surprised when he tried to touch it and found the meaty member shrinking out from his fingers. A gentle push from below made him give out an adorable mew as he felt his balls move inside himself to find a new home somewhere in those wide spacious hips.

Conor's breaths became heated, his thrashing almost desperate in the tight space of Sunnet's paws. He could feel the wrinkled flesh of his ball sack splitting, opening himself up to a new purpose with the magic of life. The little nub of a penis pulse harder and harder, becoming incredibly sensitive while it continued to dwindle atop the forming lips between his legs.

"Aah! Oh gah! OH! NNNGGGHHH!!

The orgasm hit stronger than any ten Conor had ever experienced combined. Ironically she had no idea if it was her last time cumming like a man, or first time as a woman. Really it did not matter either way. What essence remained of the human male she arrived as was spurted out of her moist slit amidst delighted feline yowls. A simple flex of magic had it immediately removed leaving not a drop staining the luxurious fur of Conor's thighs.

Amazingly Conor found her clothes did not break during the transformation. Mostly because she realized her modernized garments had been removed at some point. In their place, she felt something firm but gentle slink around the rise of her tits. Dozens of bandages intertwined around them to give a sturdy heft, drastically limiting their weighty bounces. A thong made itself known by wedging itself along the plush break in her ass and gently caress her female sex. This was promptly covered by a simple sheet tied at one hip to make a servants skirt. The added weight of something metallic had Conor guessing she obtained some jewelry on her ankles, wrist, and neck. Simple accessories, but most welcome gifts from her new goddess.

"That should just about do it!" Sunnet's voice broke through the barrier before she moved her paws away from Conor.

Everything went from a black blur to a white one thanks to the return of bright torch light. Conor mewed softly blinking and staggering about trying in her blindness. Her entire center of balance had changed, especially with some new bone structures that made her walk on tiptoes. Good thing she had a long fuzzy tail to act as a counterweight to the constant weights tugging at her chest with their shifting. Or maybe it was the bloated butt the tail was attached to keeping symmetry, she could not really tell or care.

When Conor's vision finally cleared all she could see was Sunnet's face taking up her entire view. The goddess was so close that her steamy breaths were strong enough to flutter Conor's skirt. Not that she could complain as it also caressed the sensitive fur coating her silky body.

"Wow. When I use shape-changing magic I usually just let it work towards your desires. That way it gives you a form you'll be happiest in for a long time. When you said you wanted a sexy body like mine, I did not expect you to be so literal." The giant cat giggled, stroking one finger over Conor's lion ears and rich brown hair. Mere contact with the goddesses yellow pad was enough to get the tinier cat purring. "I hope you're as happy with the results as I am."

"Oh? Oh yeah! Definitely, mistress!" Conor looked down at the canyon that was her cleavage and beamed with joy. Resting between the bound boulders was the same winged jewel attached to the golden collar on her neck. A mark of the goddess that sent her tail wagging about. She licked her lips finding even they had growing pleasantly plump in their own right. "This is the most amazing thing I could ever, no, I could never dream of something this awesome! I can't believe this beautiful, sexy body is actually me, or even that I get to serve a real live goddess with it. It might take more than a thousand years of service for me to even begin thanking you for such an opportunity."

"Time will surely tell, I'm sure." Sunnet giggled as she leaned back. She shifted to lay on her side, resting her head in one hand-paw while the other continued to move teasingly around the tinier catgirl. "But for a start, I would love it if you could elaborate on something you mentioned earlier. It's kind of been bugging me."

"Of course!" Conor straightened herself up with a sharp bounce of her rich curves. Hands neatly folded together in front of her unable to keep a straight face in expectation of her first godly task. "What does my goddess wish to know?"

Sunnet's smile straightened slightly with an oddly perplexed look in her eyes. "What's a furry?"