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Waking to the chirping of birds, Sara smiled, rolling over in bed, thankful to be able to sleep in over the last week. The most recent semester had been grueling, especially during exams. Technically, she had already graduated, and now that final exams and the ceremony fanfare were over, she intended to properly relax for once. Engineering was not an easy program, and even getting her degree was an achievement in and of itself. Yet, not sure where to apply for a beginner-level job, Sara decided she was not quite ready to end her university career. An extra semester seemed like a worthwhile investment, being able to add another minor to her degree and give her time to figure things out. And it certainly helped when she had the entire summer to herself before that!

One of the first orders of business was to set some time aside to spend with her good friend Elanor, who she had not seen in a few months. The two of them had been friends for most of their lives, meeting in childhood and attending their early schooling together. Even after Sara had moved away for college, the two of them kept in regular contact, seeing each other at least a few times a year. By chance, Elanor had just finished up her own program and was looking to celebrate as well. Her career of choice was hardly as conventional as engineering, and something Sara didn’t really understand, or even bothered to ask about anymore these days. The exact subject was something Elanor kept a tight lid on, however. Sara learned early on that any attempts to inquire about what Elanor was studying, or what her family did for a living were quickly shut down. And as much as it annoyed her, it was something she learned to respect, their friendship strong despite the secret air around the shy girl.

What that in mind, Sara had been rather shocked when it was the first subject Elanor had broached during their most recent online chat. Not only was she eager to talk about her new career, but she cryptically implied she had a whole slew of things to share, about her life and heritage and everything. She assured Sara it would only make sense to be seen in person, and with that, Sara invited Elanor to come to her private house for a few days to properly meet up. And now that the day was here, Sara could hardly suppress her anxiety. With how hesitant Elanor had always been, her current enthusiasm was a point of concern. However, regardless of what she had to say, Sara was fine with it, wanting to show her friend the same love and respect she always had, come what may.

As she had expected, upon arriving that afternoon, the girl’s conversations began with mostly small talk. Catching up about Sara’s schooling, friends, hobbies, and how their families were doing. Things that were comfortable and normal, though this time marred with the expectation Elanor would soon share her deepest secret. Still, Sara wasn’t going to push it, and she could tell by her friend’s shy demeanor that it was hard enough to be able to talk about it at all.

Heading to wash up after dinner, Sara was surprised to return to see Elanor walking around the first floor of the house, muttering to herself in an unknown language. Sara wanted to ask but was rather curious to observe the process. Elanor spent several more minutes moving around the house from every end, making hand gestures and muttering that strange language. It seemed like she was in her own world, the display bizarre enough that Sara was sure it had something to do with her eventual reveal.

“OK, I’m done. That should be enough. I can’t risk anyone else hearing. You unders-well, you wouldn’t. I’m sorry. This will all make sense in a minute,” Elanor explained, Sara giving her a quizzical look.

“Does this have to do with what you wanted to tell me?” Sara finally asked, and Elanor nodded, motioning toward the table for them to sit.

Of all the things Sara had been expecting, nothing could compare with her best friend suddenly blurting out “I’m a witch!” Sara didn’t laugh, keeping her face neutral as her friend divulged everything about her life, coven, magic studies, and anything else she deemed relevant. In fact, she had been studying magic professionally and had now completed her term, having been promoted within her coven.

In truth, Sara figured it was a practical joke, though her friend wouldn’t normally do anything of the sort. Still, as she told her story, there were certain elements that started to make sense. How cryptic her friend had always been, times she had to leave for weeks at a time around solstices and the like. The fact that she would be banned from her coven for revealing her secret seemed convenient as well. Since she had just finished her training, she was allowed to tell those close to her, provided she trusted them implicitly. There were consequences for being found out by the wrong people, something that would have made Sara feel honored. Even with her confusion over the story, Sara didn’t want to stop her, rather listening intently, looking for any flaw to call her out on. And yet, as much as she didn’t want to admit the possibility, the more she heard, the harder it was to disbelieve what should not have existed in the world Sara lived in.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Elanor asked, though rather than being disappointed, she was somewhat understanding with her tone.

“I mean, I would need some sort of proof…” Sara remarked, not sure what that would entail but wanting to see it all the same. Real magic? Surely it wasn’t possible. But then again, Elanor had never lied to her before…

With that, the pair sat in silence, Sara vibrating excitedly at the possibility. What she was not expecting was for the lights to suddenly flicker, or a ball of light to burst into being before her eyes. Seeing Elanor’s concentration, Sara immediately found herself a believer. Magic was real, and her best friend was a practitioner! Though Sara felt she didn’t need to see anything else, the sight of their dirty dishes rising toward the sink to be washed before being placed perfectly stacked was rather impressive. Elanor went to say she had more, but Sara was on her, giving her a hug as a million questions poured out of her mouth.

It seemed that Elanor was taken aback by the sheer enthusiasm Sara showed toward the revelation. Sara immediately wanted to know everything and anything about this secret world hidden from people like her. What did it feel like to cast? How many witches were in her coven or in the UK at large? What was the scope of spells they could cast, and how complicated was the process for more difficult incantations? Did other fictional beings exist, and did they ever interact with spellcasters? Everything that came to mind only spurred on more questions, Sara far too eager to learn all she could. It was all Elanor had to answer, almost giggling a little from Sara’s exuberance.

Lost in the heat of the moment, it took Sara a few moments to calm herself and articulate things one by one. Of course, there was one question that came to the forefront, and Sara paused herself, before asking, “Is there any way I could learn magic, too?” The notion left her powerfully excited, something akin to a childhood dream. Hell, there was no denying if such was an option for full-time studies, she would eagerly throw away her engineering degree for the chance to do so!

Yet, the look of hesitation in Elanor’s features was all Sara needed to know her dreams were not to come to fruition. “It runs in families. I’m really sorry. Not everyone can do it, and while it doesn’t awaken in everyone from a particular bloodline, someone in your family would likely have shown signs.” Sara’s features sank at that a little, though it was fleeting, given she had never expected it would be a legitimate possibility.

“Is there no way to get in on the magic, like secondhand?” Sara asked, a little hopefully. Part of her didn’t want to sound naive but she had no idea how to really approach a subject she had no basis for.

“Well, if you were my familiar, I could channel my energy through you. All full witches have one, and they need to be either transformed people or animals from specific bloodlines. I haven’t picked mine yet. That’s something I need to do next now that I’ve graduated. Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like we normally do to people, it’s usually just animals. It has been done, but not for a while, and the person being changed has to be willing. I mean, that would embed you with some magic, but you wouldn’t be able to stay human. You would need to be like a cat for something-”

“I’ll do it! Sign me up! Would I get to pick the kind of cat?” Sara declared, without even letting Elanor finish her thought. The idea reawakened that fire within her, not only the notion of magic but of experiencing a deep-seated desire that never in a million years she would have assumed possible.

Elanor looked at her incredulously for a moment, truly flabbergasted by the statement. Elanor had obviously not been serious, and her first assumption was that Sara was joking as well. However, as the two of them sat down to chat about the particulars, the light in Sara’s eyes did not go unnoticed. It was as though she was a child at Christmas about to get the one gift she wanted above all others. Even the fact she would have to undergo a transformation permanently to become a familiar was hardly a deterrent.

After getting a sense of her enthusiasm, even Elanor was slowly becoming amicable with the idea. It was a way to adopt her best friend to the benefit of the two of them, Sara learning magic and taking on a form she truly desired. And Elanor would gain a powerful familiar, one she could communicate with and work to harness her own power. Formerly human familiars were rare, though had the reputation of being far more powerful than any naturally born animals!

While on the surface Sara had it all, a trust fund, a degree, and an enviable future, the more they talked, the more Elanor started to see why she would want to give all that away. Sara had never been close to her family, and such connections would be hardly missed. The idea of being a cat was a childhood dream of Sara’s, of course not something possible in the world as she knew it. But now that the door was open, it was not something she could shy away from. And it didn't take long for Eleanor to come to the conclusion Sara's desires were legitimate. Not that they had to rush into it right away, but the more they discussed it, the more Sara was able to make her case. Hell, Eleanor was sure she could see a golden glow in Sara's eyes, magic already resonating through her even though no spell had been cast. It was a sign that such a bonding would be well received, even before they considered preparing the ritual.

Yet, it was the specifics of the form that left Eleanor a little daunted, something she could never have expected. A cat was a common form for a familiar to take on, and something the two were on board with. Elanor had always known Sara loved cats, though had never been able to keep any domesticated ones herself. But it had never been a house cat that had Sara's attention, and the fact that she would settle on nothing but a tiger was more than too much! Such a thing was, while not forbidden, per se, highly unorthodox. It would certainly attract unwanted attention, a tiger, not something that could easily be kept in captivity. Yet, to Sara, that was a deal breaker. The moment any chance to change was on the table, it was the only thing that would do. With the expression of longing in her friend’s eyes, Elanor knew she needed to make this happen, no matter what it took.

It wasn’t until midnight when they stopped talking, but the plan had been decided upon long before then. While Elanor would stay the night, she would need to head home to make the preparations, which would take a few days. Such would give Sara time to put her own affairs in order, not least of which to use her inheritance to fund the care she would require for her new life. Eleanor might have been blamed for taking advantage of her friend, but there was no denying Sara's insistence, nor the financial burden a tiger's care would be. And perhaps Sar might have time to reconsider, though, in her mind, nothing could compare with such a deep-seated desire.

Heading out in the morning, Elanor agreed to have Sara over to her coven’s cabin in three days. With that, Sara immediately went to set her affairs in order. It would be a one-way trip, and there was no denying the anxiety that came with leaving her life behind forever. It was one of relative ease, an inheritance from a distant relative allowing her sufficient resources to fund her modest lifestyle. She always had too much of it, in Sara's opinion. Much of it she used to donate to charitable exploits, mostly in the form of animal rescue operations. Her feline care would require a fair chunk of it, but to fulfill her dream, Sara decided it was worth every penny.

Over the next few days, Sara did her best to make arrangements, making excuses for being away, offing her possessions, and subtly transferring her estate to Elanor’s name. With Elanor to act as her surrogate, Sara figured she had some time before anyone thought to look for her, and thus was free to settle into her new life without distraction. The next few days passed all too quickly, and that third morning, she left her house, likely forever, without a single regret. All Sara could think of was how excited she was to experience the greatest moment of her life!

“Sara! I wasn’t sure if you still wanted to do it, but you came!” Elanor exclaimed excitedly, as though getting the possibility of hesitation out of the way. Sara couldn’t suppress her grin, nearly vibrating from excitement as she took her best friend in a tight hug. “It’s scary, but I still want to do it!” Sara replied, resolute. There was no denying her trepidation, but at the prospect of getting everything she had ever wanted, there was no way she could see herself backing out now!

With that, Elanor invited her inside, Sara greeted with the scents of something akin to sage. She couldn’t be sure, though they left her rather relaxed, and she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her anxiety. Elanor offered her a seat, and the two of them went over the logistics of the procedure. The change would happen gradually, over the course of about twenty minutes or so, exactly the way Sara would have preferred. And she would still be able to communicate with Elanor, not in words, per se, though through part of their new rapport. After some time to acclimate, the pair could start practicing with spells, Elanor using Sara’s energy to channel her own and create a feedback of sorts to embed Sara with her own reservoir. Magic, like any energy source, was a finite source, requiring the castor’s own body as a conduit. For a spell of this size, it would take a lot out of her. However, the cabin was well-secluded, and the two could stay there for some time and rest before testing their new bond.

Breathing deeply to calm herself, Elanor guided Sara to the center of a pentagram, set in the middle of the floor. “You stand right here. I’ll be right back if you need anything,” Elanor explained before leaving for her room upstairs. Sara took a moment to regard her surroundings, curious as to how it all worked. It seemed like the symbol had been carved on the cabin floor for quite some time, and had been accented with dozens of candles, charms, and a number of items Sara had no words for. Standing in the center, Sara looked out for what she knew was the last time with human eyes. While there was some finality in that, Sara couldn’t help but see the entire prospect as a new beginning. She would be free from the mundane aspects of her life to truly delve into something from her deepest fantasy. And in the form of her dreams, no less, something she could not have imagined in a million lifetimes!

After a few moments, Elanor returned, having gone to change his clothes in preparation. Sara was informed her garb was traditional for her coven, and it was something Sara might equate to a witch’s outfit, though didn’t want to stereotype. Sara was always used to a more gothic look from her friend, though the more traditional black pointed cap and cloak was a little much. Insisting it helped to gather her mental facilities in the middle of casting, Sara found herself wondering if Elanor was perhaps feeling self-conscious.

Eager as she was, Sara could not hide her nervousness, hardly a surprise with all she was to give up. Still, there was little point in delaying now that the preparations were made, and the focuses Elanor had put in place would not last indefinitely. To her surprise, Elanor confessed it was the first time she had performed a spell of this caliber with no supervision. At the notion something could go wrong from inexperience, Sara’s face seemed to fall a bit, enough for Elanor to reach out to comfort her. “It will be fine. It’s powerful magic and the bond helps move the spell along. So long as you agree to the change and the bond, then it will end fine. I’m just taking every precaution, is all.”

Chanting a few words in a language Sara didn’t know, a warmth began to flood through her body, making her feel almost light and giddy. The words made little sense to her, though as Elanor continued to chant, part of the dialogue did start to translate to English. The phrase “Do you consent?” seemed to echo in her mind, and without thinking, Sara simply said “Yes”. The question came up several more times, for which Sara always answered ‘Yes.”. She recalled that consent was necessary for the ritual to take hold, though had not expected to be asked several times. She was slowly aware each was for her life, her humanity, and her bonding, Sara agreeing to each in turn.

All the while, the heat in her body continued to rise, though it was ever pleasant, filling her with energy and leaving her elated. Part of her wanted to run around, though she needed to stay in the center, to allow the process to happen. Soon, her eyes started to water and Sara blinked a few times, trying to remove the irritation. It seemed as though her vision was beginning to alter, the room within sharpening somewhat. Glancing at the mirror they had set up, a gasp escaped her lips at the sight of her eyes. While they remained the same size as her human ones, there was no denying the amber quality that marked them as inhuman. The sight of them was rather haunting on her features, though only served to raise her euphoria. She was going to turn into a tiger, the fulfillment of her childhood fantasy!

The warmth soon began to play over her head as Sara reached up to rub it, curious as to what would happen next. Her fingers traced over her ears, and the sensation of soft hairs made her startled as they spread at her touch. Fascinated, Sara watched in the mirror her ears raised over her head, looking somewhat out of place on a still-human skull. They were much larger, itching as orange fur covered the back of them while sparse, longer hairs lined their insides. Best of all, her focus caused them to twitch, and Sara was able to make them flick as she watched in the mirror. Nothing could match her elation at the moment, and this was only the beginning!

“Oh, that tickles!” Sara exclaimed gleefully, loving the sensations of transformation.

“I take it you like?” Elanor commented, and Sara was a little jarred to realize that Elanor had stopped chanting. It seemed the spell was already in effect, so long as she maintained a positive outlook toward the change and remained in the circle. Nothing in heaven or earth could draw Sara away from it now!

A tingling in her feet prompted her to kick off her socks, forgetting for a moment that as a massive tiger, she would totally rip out of her clothes. With a giggle from Elanor, Sara was quick to strip down to a bra and panties, at least preserving her modesty. Even those would not remain on her body for long, and the idea of being covered in fur for the rest of her life was powerfully appealing.

Yet, the tingling in her feet soon came with a sense of nervousness, especially as her toes started to twitch before a few sharp cracks signaled their loss. It was jarring, making Sara jump a little and hop from foot to foot. “Are you OK?” Elanor asked, concerned. Sara just nodded, wanting to wade out the more uncomfortable parts of the change. She knew the transformation would be difficult, though thankfully not painful.

Thankfully, swelling in the balls of her feet allowed her better balance as only nubs remained where her toes once sat. While having become little more than stubs, they were steadily expanding, thickening to match the contours of her altering feet. While most of her toes retained the ability to twitch at the base, her large toes seemed to lose all ability to function. Even with her knowledge of feline anatomy and her frequent times imagining a change, there was no substitute for experiencing it firsthand. Still, knowing she was to lose her big toes was not enough to spare her from the disturbing sight of them being drawn up her heel. Soon, they retracted within her foot, leaving unsightly lumps before even those were reduced to nothing.

Itching across the top of her feet left Sara wanting to bend down and scratch. However, with her balance precarious, she was forced to simply watch with annoyance. Pepperings of orange fur started to poke from the backs of them, moving upward toward her ankles. It was lovely to see it sprout from her skin, the orange shade fetching against the backdrop of her humanity. Sara was a little surprised when the shade of her skin seemed to shift under the fur, though with its rapid spread, she was only granted the briefest glimpse. Soon, her ankles, feet, and toe stubs were all coated in short feline fur, the true start of her eventual coat.

A surge of growth within her heels almost caused Sara to pitch over, reaching out for balance. She was able to manage, albeit barely, raising herself on the balls of her feet. Thankfully, they were rather thick by this point, and she was able to remain standing, although now in a digitigrade posture. Her altering heels were soon twice the length of their human selves, still growing as she leaned back for support. Sara was sure her calves were meant to compress as well, but the changes seemed focused on her feet for now. It was all she could do to stay standing, unable to walk even if she wanted to.

A tingling on the bottoms of her feet made her wish to raise one, and Sara was left to lament until the sound of a couch shifting made her look up. A part in the circle allowed the couch to touch its edge, the markings hardly obscured. Not sure if it counted as breaking the circle, Sara was nonetheless thankful as she balanced herself. Eagerly, she raised an altered foot in time to see a bubbling of skin pattering the balls. A familiar spade shape soon made itself clear, though it was a little disturbing to feel her other foot raising slightly against the floor. As fur peppered the spaces between the pads, Sara found herself a little alarmed to no longer feel the floor below them. It was likely for the best when she was on all fours. Still, in the midst of change, it was still a little daunting to lose the level of feeling her human feet had always possessed.

As strange as the changes had been thus far, an involuntary twitching in her toes made her yelp as her human nails were subsumed by the skin around them. Rather than become ingrown, the nails soon formed new connections within the base, sliding out from the tips and clicking against the floor. With a reflexive stretch, Sara was excited to feel them retreating back into the toes at her prompting. A slight covering of skin formed a sheath around each, feeling a little pleasant as she flexed her claws in and out. They were thickening all the while, curved crescents with sharpened points that she almost found intimidating. It was almost too much, Sara playing from one foot to another, amazed to have them change in tandem.

“Those are some big paws!” Elanor commented, and Sara couldn’t help but blush at that. It was a point of pride that she would be a larger species of tiger, and she was getting everything she wanted and more!

“Want to take a break?” Elanor suggested, to which Sara gave her a puzzled look.

“We can do that? It won’t reverse, will it?” Sara asked, concerned. As much as the process was uncomfortable, she would give anything to keep changing now that the prospect was within her grasp. To have it ripped from her now was more than she could imagine!

“Oh, no, there’s no worry of that. So long as you’re consenting and stay within the circle I can continue. I still have to focus on channeling the energy, but if I drop my concentration, it stops for a little bit. I think it’s because your body is turning into something other than your natural form. But it won't revert now, and I'll be able to finish it safely,” Elanor assured her, and Sara allowed herself to relax.

Eager to take stock of the changes, Sara drank at the sight of herself in the mirror. The changes hadn’t progressed far, at least not yet. Of course, the size of her tiger paws drew her attention, almost too heavy for her legs as she carefully balanced on them. She was sure she couldn't walk far without falling, and couldn't stay like this for long. Still, she took her time to flick her ears, extend her claws, and scratch them gently across the floor. It was exciting, and despite the discomfort over losing her feet, Sara only found herself wanting more.

“Let's keep going!” Sara exclaimed, almost excitedly.

As Elanor began focusing, Sara was met with a slight irritation in her muscles, starting in her legs but slowly moving upward. Her heels, while already far more robust, still had some room to grow, and the sudden force of it was enough to set her off balance. “Whooa…haha!” Sara exclaimed, unable to remain standing. “Are you OK?” Elanor asked, moving closer just in case.

Even with the couch beside her, Sara hardly had the time to prepare to fall gracefully. She was able to extend her arms to catch herself, preventing a painful thump, at least, which got a chuckle from her friend. “I’m OK! Guess I can’t stand up though,” Sara laughed, thinking it was rather amusing all the same.

“Don’t worry. That will change in a bit!” Elanor assured her, before asking, “I’m going to keep going, OK?”

Sara nodded eagerly, unable to wait for the moment she would be able to get up and walk on all fours. Elanor had to grin at her enthusiasm, and the energy within the circle started to rise once more. This time, it seemed to center around her navel, and Sara reached down, surprised to feel the soft texture of fur. Patches of long white fur formed around her belly, covering tanned skin that quickly altered in the moments before fur overcame it. It was rather pleasant, and Sara's fingers traced over it, as though encouraging more of it to spread. It steadily reached up her stomach and chest, even under her bra, as uncomfortable as it was. Not wanting to expose herself just yet, Sara allowed the soft fur to take hold, feeling it even moving toward her shoulders and toward her back. She loved how the white fur shifted to orange at her sides, black stripes playing in between. Tiger stripe patterns were individually unique, and Sara couldn’t wait to see how hers would pan out!

Knowing it was to happen eventually, Sara was a little disappointed to feel her favorite assets waning as her breasts started to deflate. She had always been on the curvy side, something she enjoyed in her own right. Reflexively, she went to rub at them, but stopped herself, realizing she was in the presence of her best friend. Still, the sensitivity of her new nipples against her bra was enough to make her whine, almost thankful they were not to be diminished entirely. Before her body had time to swell out of it, Sara reached up to unclasp the thing, discarding it forever. While her nipples were still obvious under the white fur, they were hardly in a human configuration any longer, and Sara allowed their exposure without shame.

Even more pleasant was the formation of new nubs, teasing the edges of her new fur as they formed in distinct patterns below her former human pair. Sara couldn’t deny the urge to rub at them, not making eye contact with Elanor in an effort to hide her enjoyment. They weren’t as sensitive as her human pair, but it was pleasing to feel them regardless, three new sets in total that ran symmetrically down her chest. Even under the fur, Sara allowed herself to feel a minor bit of pleasure from the contact. It was not enough to bring her to arousal, though it made her aware that her vagina was the next thing to alter. It was strange to feel her sex shifting, not only in shape but in orientation. Sara did her best to wade through the discomfort as her internal plumbing rotated, her anus raising behind parted hips and her genitals moved to sit under it. It was enough she was ready to finally pull off her panties as well, Little to see through all the fur there. And something she would have to get used to for the rest of her life, a fact she accepted eagerly!

Wondering how the process could keep her alive as her organs shifted, Sara figured it was worthwhile to ask before it was too late. Yet, she was still not expecting an ache to start in her jaw, making her speech guttural. “Hey, do you thhh-arg grah!” Sara stuttered, rather curious as opposed to frightened over what was happening. The ache was enough for her to reach up and explore the edges of her jaw, the bone and muscle pushing out from within. With that, she couldn't help but look into the mirror, prepared to lose her human face forever. “Mrowl?” She questioned, finding she somewhat liked the cadence of her new voice, and knowing she could no longer form human words.

A part of her wanted to request Elanor to pause again and allow her the chance to take in her human reflection one last time. But there was no time for regrets, and Sara allowed it to happen, enjoying the hauntingly inhuman gaze of her feline eyes against the background of human features. All the while, her jaw continued to grow, appearing almost bulbous and out of place against a mostly human visage. Barely aware of the thickening within her neck that allowed such growth, Sara could only rub it eagerly, surprised at the weight of it. It was still discomforting not only to feel but to see as well as her face expanded toward a more feline configuration. Still, having wanted it for so long, it was not an experience she would give up for anything in the world.

Her nose, too, was being pushed outward, barely noticed through the gradual changes to her face. It was the swelling within her gums and an ache in her teeth that had her attention, Saa feeling them growing thicker at a steady pace. Their dentation seemed to yellow somewhat, though it was the size of them that really drew her attention. Her gums weren’t bleeding from their growth, thankfully, though they were becoming quite massive, especially her canines as they reached toward her lower lips. Lips turning black and gummy, Sara tried to close her mouth, unable to fully hide them from view, a testament to their size. The rest of her teeth gradually formed sheering edges, ones she was careful to run her tongue over as she explored their new shapes. While they seemed to feel heavy within her mouth, her thickened neck and altering skull soon allowed her to better hold their heft.

A sudden dryness in her mouth left her opening it once more, this time to a widening tongue taking up the room made from her expanding jaw. Its surface prickled with the formation of hundreds of tiny barbs, so minute she had to squint to see them. With its new length, Sara was curious to stretch it as far as it would go. Able to stick it a fair way out of her muzzle, Sara reached up with a curious hand to rub the surface. It felt a little abrasive, but Sara was excited to own it, knowing she would spend much of her time grooming with it as part of her feline regiment. And a tongue this size would be just the ticket!

Reaching up to rub her nose as the tingling settled into it, Sara was met with a damp, almost leathery sensation, feeling her nostrils flatten and expand. With a slight parting along their sides, Sara found she was able to breathe in the scents of the room with far more acuity than humanly possible. Her own human odor and the altering feline scent were most obvious, but Elanor’s odor was distinct as well, not only as a human woman. There was a twinge of something there Sara couldn’t quite place, though drew the idea it might be something akin to…nervousness? Fear? Could she smell emotion? Unsurprisingly, there was something similar within her own scent, and Sara marveled over it, hoping to describe it to Elanor once their mental bond had formed.

“GGrrrrrrrroooowww?” Sara tried to speak, voice guttural and sounding more like the tiger she wished to be. Sara relished her feline voice, wanting to explore all the nuances felines were able to articulate. It would be as much a learning curve for Elanor as for Sara to deal with her new feline vocabulary. She hoped Elanor was prepared for it!

Figuring it was an appropriate time to pause the process, Elanor allowed Sara a moment to examine herself in the mirror. The sight of a massive tiger’s head on her petite body was a little jarring, to say the least. As the reflection scared her, Sara was prompted to explore her new hybrid appearance. For now, her shoulder-length blond hair and face were devoid of tiger fur, while her muzzle, ears, nose, and eyes were fully feline, a rather haunting visage that would sit within her mind for the rest of her life. It was almost exactly as she’d always dreamed, and Sara couldn’t help but let out a feline chuff to express her joy.

Nodding to Elanor to continue the change, Sara went to growl her annoyance as more aches and pains assaulted her head. She was nearly at the halfway point of the process, and there was no going back now that she was so close to the body of her dreams. Her blond hair was soon to alter, pulling back in her skull as it changed into tiger fur. It was the sensation of her skull expanding that really had her focus, its space allowing her muzzle to take its proper shape. Of course, even as it compressed on her brain, she would not lose herself and only possess the required instincts to operate her body. It was still scary, but so far even with the loss of her hair and voice, Sara managed to ride through the process. At least, until the next, most tragic change occurred, as inevitable as it was.

It began with a tingling in her fingers, this time emanating in her nails. Like her toes before, they were fated to sink into the skin, pushing outward and drawing muscle to allow their famed retractability. As sheaths formed around their thickening contours, Sara was left to delight in playing with them, amazed at how far she could pull them within by tensing the muscles. It was not quite all the way, but as she dug them into the floorboards, she was sure that was to come. Her fingers would soon alter and leave her unable to interact with the world in a way she was accustomed to. It was a terrifying prospect, but one she had imagined since her youth, and a worthwhile loss for all she had to gain as a result.

Giving Elanor another nod of approval, Sara was left to feel her fingers condensing, loud pops ringing in her sensitive ears as they reduced themselves to barely flexible nubs. With more excitement than trepidation, Sara rolled over on her back, almost marveling at the sight of them diminishing. For now, they were little more than stubs as the joints within were reduced to nothing. They could still twitch from the base, and rather than mourn their loss, Sara was rather eager to play with what they could now do, finding they possessed more gripping power than she had expected. Nothing compared to primate flexibility, but some ability to maneuver them was welcome, in addition to their new primary purpose.

Naturally, the skin of her palms and fingertips was soon to swell with thick pads, something that left Sara a little remorseful for their lack of tactile ability. It didn’t matter, cats had other ways of interacting with the world that Sara was eager to explore in more detail. While fur was largely absent on her hands and arms, that was soon to change, the persistent itching now something she couldn’t deal with without tearing her flesh. Sara let out a somewhat annoyed growl, to which Elanor found herself unable to stifle a giggle. “Poor itchy paws! It will pass soon, I bet!”

Yet, another idea soon crossed her mind, and using her massive tongue, Sara started to play over the back of her developing paw. Not only was the sensation pleasant but exactly what she was looking for. Some inclination within had her wanting to put the hairs right, even if they hadn’t fully grown in yet. The action seemed to cause more to sprout from the backs of her paws, and even from her palms in the spaces not taken up with her new pads. As her wrists lengthened and her thumbs were pulled along them to form their own sheathed claws, Sara teased them into their feline existence, all her focus on the grooming act. It gave her immense relief, and she was even eager to trace her tongue up her arms the moment the itching signaled they, too, would get their orange with black striped coat. It seemed like her enjoyment of the act caused the fur to cover her more quickly, and Sara found herself eager to experience it, despite her initial annoyance.

By this point, her body was vastly larger as thick tiger muscle bulked under the skin. As much as she wanted to lick more of her skin to prompt tiger fur to sprout, Sara largely lacked the flexibility to do so and was forced to feel the steady onset of changes. Much to her chagrin, her cherished cat-paw tattoo on the side of her neck was to be erased by the changing skin and spreading fur. Yet, it was hard to hold that regret for too long, given that she had been gifted a set of paws of her very own. Her admiration for the feline form had come to fruition, and she would forever cherish it, allowing herself to grow into the tiger of her dreams.

While the changes to her torso were rather uncomfortable, Sara was able to weather it, eager to feel her body alter and expand. She was to gain several hundred pounds of muscle over the next few moments and required a body capable of doing so. Such involved her skeletal structure to swell, Sara finding it pressing precariously against her organs. Still, Sara trusted her friend to allow the change to leave her unharmed, knowing that her expanding body was required to form the proper space for her internals to take shape. The length of her spine, as well as the new configuration of her bones, would allow her flexibility that was unmatched by her humanity, and Sara was eager to experiment with it.

Sara hardly had the chance to reflect on it further before a peculiar tingling started to tease her coccyx. It began as a nub that she could perceive as she focused on it, and Sara craned her neck to see it sticking out. The bones within gradually separated, expanded, and pushed the boundaries of the tip of what would be her new appendage. After several inches, the now-familiar itching of fur growth soon overcame it, and Sara longed to be able to touch it, disparaging the limitations of her body. Yet, as the growth continued to develop, an electric surge played through her spine, one that allowed it to twitch before Sara knew what was happening. The moment she realized what she was doing, Sara thrashed her new appendage with vigor, eager to feel more of it working its way out of her backside. It felt phenomenal to play with all its points of articulation, the itching ceasing as stripped fur finally covered it to the tip.

So little of her humanity remained at this point, though Sara had some space to grow before she achieved the form of her dreams. Her spine was still lengthening, allowing her belly to extend as well and giving her the ability to fold in on herself like a cat. Some of the changes were rather uncomfortable, such as the shifting within her pelvis, forcing its new configuration to prevent her from walking on two legs any longer. The same was the case as her chest barreled, forcing her shoulders forward as they cracked painlessly. It seemed to take forever, Sara rolling back and forth to try to adjust to her new body. She didn’t require Elanor to pause by this point, knowing the changes were coming to a conclusion and eager to experience all they meant for her. As she steadily expanded, remnant traces of skin growing fur as muscle bulked up underneath, Sara felt a swelling of pride, becoming the form of her dreams.

As best as Sara could tell, the aches of change were finally done with her, though she was able to perceive a slight glow in her eyes through the mirror before they finished. Slowly, she moved to right herself, taking stock of her new weight and feeling herself on four paws for the first time. She wasn’t certain yet, but she had to be on the larger size for even tigers of her breed. Sara had chosen a Siberian Tigress as much as Elanor was able to specify that as part of the spell. She was massive, powerful, and deadly, and while stirrings of instinct were present, Sara largely felt she was still herself. It was everything she had wanted and more, this new body carrying with it so much promise that-

Sara was interrupted by her thoughts as the smaller witch rushed over and took her in a tight hug. “Well done! What an incredible familiar you’ll be!” Elanor exclaimed, holding her head and giving Sara a true sense of the scope of her new body. Sara wanted to reflexively resist, but she allowed her new master to do so. Still, the changes had taken their physical toll, and Sara felt her body flop over, panting and spent. Elanor lay down beside her as well, the disparity in their sizes obvious and giving Sara a point of pride. Still, Elanor was not intimidated, innately knowing her best friend was in that body and that they were bonded now. Sara was eager to rub her furry body against her friend and Elanor reached around to rub Sara’s ears, allowing a somewhat bestial purr to escape her lips, something she was sure to get used to…

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It was some weeks later, the two of them still living in the cabin and practicing the extent Sara could use magic. Living as a tiger, while taking some time to get used to, was nothing compared to feeling the sensations of magic flowing through her, much less her ability to channel it herself. Still, her new life was so removed from her humanity that even her frequent fantasies couldn’t quite prepare her for it. Walking was the first biggest challenge, and Sara felt rather uncoordinated as she moved around the cabin. As powerful and agile as she had become, Sara was more inclined to trip over her own body, smacking into things and knocking them over from the force of her mass. It was a little embarrassing, leading to several broken items much to Elanor’s chagrin. But thankfully her mistress’s magic allowed her to repair most things, even if the sight of which made Sara shrank back a little. It looked rather silly for a massive beast to be scared of a barely larger than 5’ft pale-skinned woman!

The power and strength of her body took some time to get used to as well, especially outside with the room to put them through their paces. She had plenty of space to run and was rather impressed at the speed she was able to achieve Still, she was prone to misjudging her stride and sometimes hit a tree or bush, thankful for the sturdiness of her tiger body. Jumping was a little more trying, given she had fewer stable platforms to leap to. Part of her wanted to leap from the floor to the stairs of the cabin, though the one time she tried…thankfully, she had done little damage to the stairs, though the aches and pains took some time to recover. That and her pride, but Elanor, despite her initial shock, eventually found it funny.

Eating was a rather time investment task, though mostly for Elanor, having to prepare Sara’s meals from the freezers full of stored meat. Sara wasn’t inclined to hunt, not wanting to harm any deer or the like. It took Elanor some time to learn to cook meals for her feline charge, far more work than if Sara had chosen a housecat form. It didn’t help that Sara would get so hungry that in an attempt to hurry Elanor along she would rub affectionately against her friend’s legs, forgetting how small Elanor was. It served to knock her over more than once, and Sara quickly learned to wait outside before meal times. In a similar fashion, Elanor learned to prepare Sara’s meals well in advance. Not that she could ever directly harm her friend, but a hungry tiger was not a pleasing prospect to be around!

Naturally, her new bestial senses were of the most interest to her, and Sara trying her best to get used to them. While her eyesight lacked some of the color vision she loved as a human, the tradeoff was more than worth it. Not only were her perceptions much better, but things appeared much more clearly as well. Perhaps best of all was her night vision, Sara able to make it easily around in the dark as well as she could during the day. She was easily able to see well beyond the range of her human eyesight at night, with pupils dilating actively in response to light. Though such was to be her bane as well, Sara was more accustomed to moving around at night and sometimes scaring her best friend to death. More than once Elanor woke in the night to trip over the massive tiger, and Sara was embarrassed for not recalling that Elanor couldn’t see as well in the dark as she could!

It was her new sense of smell that really left her excited to explore, however. Those first few days, Sara took ample time to investigate the forest around the cabin, identifying as many things as she could by odor alone. Naturally, the wildlife did not take well to the presence of a massive cat so far out of her element, but that couldn’t be helped. It was fascinating to try to match scents to species, and the world was opened up to her in a way that defied her human experience. As much as Elanor was able to understand through their mental link, she didn’t see the appeal in the activity, happy to leave it up to being a ‘tiger thing.’ Hearing that, Sara grinned in that un-tiger-like way that made Elanor smile as well.

Lately, Sara spent much of her free time outside, compelled by feline instincts and eager to indulge in them. Not all of them were the most palpable, though she had prepared herself for the reality of such a life, and had done the necessary research beforehand. Still, the compulsion to urinate over her perceived ‘territory’ took a little time to get used to, as well as finding a place to regularly relieve herself while she was outside. At least it was something she didn’t have to share with Elanor, that might have been too much! There were plenty of trees for her to mark, not only with urine but with her claws. It felt amazing to scratch, and Sara delighted in it, even though her newly formed claws were virtually pristine. She didn’t mind the notion of breaking them in, the sensations more than worth it and any wear natural for her species.

As much as she had worried initially about her new life, in the ensuing weeks, it was obvious Sara had taken to the habits of a tiger as though she was born to be one. She spent mornings and evenings exploring the forest, loving the range she was able to claim and how secluded they were from human civilization. There were ample things for her to discover, and her tiger instincts were never bored. Coming back for lunch, Sara would spend the afternoon in magic practice with Elanor, either allowing herself to be a focus or trying her own paw at casting. She was only slowly becoming aware of her own magic reserves, and being able to focus them in any meaningful way was trying, to say the least. But Elanor was there to encourage her and expressed her pride in how fast Sara was taking to things. That, in turn, prompted Sara to try her best, and the two felt their prowess slowly starting to grow, leaving them hopeful for the future and what heights they would eventually achieve.

If there was any part of her who regretted the change or her new life, days like today made such thoughts fleeting. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, the pair situated under the shade of a massive tree, one that had become Sara’s favorite. She had been out running and scratching trees that morning, and feeling tired, she had chosen this tree for an afternoon nap. Lounging on her back, Sara was quick to pass out, finding comfort with her new body. What she was not expecting was to wake up with the sensation of Elanor against her belly, and she went to playfully bat at her with a paw, making her giggle.

“Come on, Sara, I need to finish this research! It’s not my fault you’re the most comfortable seat out here,” Elanor giggled, but Sara wasn’t having it. She was still sleepy, and could easily pass out once more. But having the attention of her master, Sara went to poke at her, albeit gently. Humans were rather fragile, after all. Not that she would ever think of hurting Elanor on purpose!

“Alright, alright!” Elanor exclaimed, reaching down to rub her friend behind the ears. Sara started purring the moment her ears were teased, it being a special spot. Rolling around to her head in her friend’s lap, Sara felt her body relax, eyes fluttering shut as she was lovingly teased. Not only was she in the lap of luxury, but she was in the body of her dreams, and so little worry about the future remained that she was free to enjoy things in the now.

“So, I’ve been working on some new spells using specific foci, ones that I think are simple enough you’d be able to make with your paws. That should allow you to cast simple spells by channeling your own magic. You won’t be able to do anything that requires a verbal component, but it should be enough for…Sara?” Elanor asked though the steady breathing from the massive cat was a sign enough she hadn’t been listening.

Elanor smiled at that, going back to her book. There was no rush, after all, and the afternoon was beautiful. She was nearly inclined to pass out herself, though she had just come into possession of this particular tome, and had been eager to read it. And with how long she expected Sara to nap, she had all afternoon to use the massive cat as a pillow while she worked…