She instinctively tried to spread her fingers, but found that they were already interlocked.
It could only move clumsily, its whole body twitching slightly. Its paws sank into the sofa, the soft yet solid texture feeling both unfamiliar and novel.
The same goes for feet.
The shoes and socks were stretched and kicked off by the changing force at some point, and the feet underwent the same shortening and reshaping, turning into hind paws.
At the same time, she could no longer maintain an upright posture—her center of gravity shifted, and her pelvis and leg bones were subtly adjusted to a position suitable for all four feet to touch the ground.
She swayed slightly, instinctively bracing herself with her two front paws to avoid falling.
The transition from "human" to "on all fours" creates a disorienting feeling that's hard to describe.
She has to coordinate all four claws at the same time, but in both her lives, she has used only two legs.
At this moment, each of its four legs had its own ideas. Just as it propped itself up, its hind paws went limp, and its whole body swayed.
Then comes the fur.
That fine itch resurfaced, this time on the surface of the skin.
She could feel tiny, soft hairs emerging from under her skin, first covering her limbs, then crawling over her torso and neck, and finally creeping up her cheeks.
The process was a little itchy, so itchy that she couldn't help but want to shiver, but her fur spread all over her body at a visible speed—it was a body of short, milky-white fur, and the tips of her four paws and the tips of her two ears.
And the tip of her soon-to-grow tail was tinged with a very faint sky blue, like a touch of her fish tail color.
In a short while, she was enveloped in a layer of warm, soft fur, feeling cozy and cozy.
The changes were most noticeable on their faces.
She could feel her face changing.
The bones around the chin and mouth gently push forward and converge, slowly creating a small cat-like muzzle in the center of the originally flat face.
Her nose twitched into a tiny point, and she could even feel that little bit of moisture gently pulsating. Countless scents that she usually ignored suddenly rushed in—
The aroma of scorched wood from the fireplace, the faint fragrance emanating from Odette, the familiar scent of Varesa, and the lingering smell of fish soup on the table.
Even the faint, dusty scent deep within the carpet was clearly and distinctly revealed, incredibly so.
However, upon smelling Varesa's scent, a natural, innate feeling suddenly welled up within me.
It's a unique feeling I've never experienced before, an irresistible urge to take a bite.
Inside the mouth, the teeth are subtly changing. The originally flat teeth are shrinking and aligning, and the canines are becoming thin and sharp, able to gently nudge the newly formed soft flesh of the lower lip.
The most remarkable thing is his beard.
She could clearly feel something burrowing out from under the skin on both sides of her snout—one, two... several long, stiff whiskers were protruding.
Those weren't ordinary hairs; they seemed connected to nerves. As soon as they grew, she "touched" a whole new world—the whiskers could sense the slightest movement of air.
My scalp tingled a little too.
The two Water Nymph ' ears quietly disappeared, and in their place emerged two fluffy cat ears from the top of their heads.
The moment they took shape, the sounds of the entire world exploded in her mind without warning.
It's crystal clear.
She jolted violently. The living room, which had been quiet just a moment ago, was now filled with countless overlapping sounds—the crackling and popping of the firewood in the fireplace.
The soft turning of gears in the recording device, the uneven breathing of the three people, and even... she heard the sound of heartbeats.
Thump, thump, thump, three hearts beat steadily in different places beside her.
Varesa's shot bounced a little faster than the other two.
Every sound was now clearly audible to her new ears, so loud that she instinctively pressed her cat ears back, and the world became a little quieter.
Even the eyes are changing.
She blinked, feeling a slight soreness in her eyes. When she opened them again, the colors before her seemed brighter.
Details in the shadows also came to light—even though the room was only illuminated by the fireplace and a light curtain, she could see the patterns in the crevices of the sofa clearly.
Finally, there's the tail.
My tailbone area feels numb and swollen, as if something is growing out of the very end of my body.
She could feel tiny bones extending outwards, covered by the same milky white down and a touch of sky blue at the tip of her tail, growing into a long, fluffy tail.
As soon as it took shape, it swayed uncontrollably and curiously from side to side, sweeping across the sofa surface and bringing with it a completely new sense of balance that she herself hadn't expected.
The creature was initially a little unsteady standing on all fours, but once its tail came out, it was subtly supported by most of that instability.
At the same time, the clothes he was wearing suddenly fell loose as his body shrank.
It softly piled up into a small ball, burying her entire cat inside.
"Meow?"
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