This choice: Try to learn more about Cat • Go Back...Chapter #4Try to learn more about Cat by: Komfy Kat   Cat bit her lip as she rubbed her tight belly as her mother set to work on cleaning up Cat's breakfast, filling the room with the sound of water from the sink and the clinking and clanking of plates, pots, and pans. Now that she was absolutely stuffed, she couldn't ignore the fact that she knew next to nothing about Cat or her new life, other than the fact that Cat had one huge appetite for such a young girl. She didn't want to freak her mother out by asking many random questions that Cat would obviously know the answer to, though there was probably another way to find answers.
One thing she'd noticed was that Cat's memories seemed to give her the answers, but only when she had a need. Though, that wasn't much different than how memories usually worked. It wasn't like your name, or your mother's name was always on your mind. If that were the case, those random bits of information would fill your brain with so much useless information that you wouldn't be able to focus on anything at all. No, for now, the best way for her to figure out her new life would be to poke around her own house and see what memories surfaced. She could worry about napping later.
Mustering all her energy, Cat pushed her chair back, wincing as it scraped across the floor, and slowly got to her feet. Cat walked back to her room, feeling tired and stuffed. Her stomach ached as she continued to digest the large meal. She couldn't help but compare this to her old life, where she had often struggled to eat even a normal amount of food. Cat was everything David had wished to be, at least so far. Though, there was definitely a lot she had to adjust to now. She was shorter and weaker than she'd been as David. She was too thin for her liking, but that shouldn't be a problem for long with her appetite. Still, it would be interesting to discover what other things were different now that she was Cat.
Cat shut her bedroom door behind her with a soft click as she glanced around her new room. Well, it wasn't new to Cat, but it was new to David. She turned towards the wall-sized mirror, noticing how bloated her belly looked. She sure was young, but she almost looked pregnant with how much food she had in her stomach. Almost instinctively, she reached up and grabbed her long hair, running her fingers through it. Cat's hands smooth through her hair, and her fingers tangle in it, pulling it from its smooth and sleek appearance to a more wiry mess. She leans in closer to the mirror, leaning on the windowsill as she stares at her reflection with an interested expression. She'd always kept her hair fairly short when she'd been David, but this was something else entirely. This was what she would consider very long hair, even for a girl.
She stopped playing with her hair as she noticed another door on the far side of her room. The door was cracked slightly, though she could tell it was completely dark on the other side. She turned around and took a few hesitant steps towards it before a thought hit her, and she rolled her eyes at herself. That was her bathroom. Her family was lucky, as there were bathrooms in each of the bedrooms. That meant they didn't have to compete for the bathrooms when they were all getting ready for school or work. It also meant she could spend as much time in there as she wanted.
She took a deep breath, wincing at how full her belly still felt, and turned to look at the rest of her room. The room was dark but was lit by the natural light coming through the window, which shone on a forest scene painting on the wall. There were two other paintings, one of a lake with trees around it and another of an animal in a field. On the floor sat some stuffed animals and two big pillows made from blankets mixed in with the dirty clothes strewn everywhere. Like David, Cat definitely wasn't neat and tidy.
On one side of her bed sat a wooden table with her cell phone and an alarm clock on top of it. Her sheets were rumpled and in a different position than how she was used to sleeping. The long side of her bed faced the door to the hallway, and the large mirror, making it easy to look at herself from the bed, and her sheets were pulled back, indicating Cat slept with her blankets off. The pillows that she threw nightly were balled up on the floor. Cat sighed and shook her head, though she couldn't help smiling. She loved seeing her messy bed from someone else's perspective.
Cat walked over to the large window and gazed out at the world around her. It was a fairly large forest that stretched off into the distance, though it was still her home. She was sure she'd learn everything she wanted to know about this world in time. She assumed she didn't live in the middle of a forest, but probably closer to the edge of the forest, especially with how modern the kitchen had seemed. She moved towards the foot of her bed and looked at the large T.V. and games consoles. She began digging through the games, trying to tell what sort of things Cat liked to play. There were some familiar names such as Mario, Sonic, and many others, though some were newer and some were older that she'd never seen before. Honestly, most of them seemed like games she'd like to play. Especially since she was a young girl now, and it wouldn't seem weird.
Her curiosity satisfied, she turned her attention towards the writing desk by the door. She could see a laptop buried beneath the clutter on her desk, most of it composed of candy wrappers and leftover snacks. She moved the mess out of the way with her hand and pulled out the laptop to turn it on as she sat on the wooden chair in front of the desk. She took a moment to glance around her bedroom one last time before she started to poke at the buttons on the laptop as it booted up.
There really wasn't much on the laptop that could be of much use to her. There were a few games and some pictures of Cat, but not much else. Still, the pictures seemed to indicate that Cat had two older siblings in addition to her parents. They were... Heather and James and her dad's name was...Blake.
Heather looked to be about 16 and seemed fairly average. Her dark hair came to her shoulders, and she was wearing a screen-print shirt with a video game logo on it and too tight capris that gave her a little muffin top. Her smile seemed genuine, and her brown eyes shone from behind a pair of glasses. James looked to be about 14. He had short brown hair and looked like a bit of a nerd. Cat looked at him in his t-shirt and sweatpants and was surprised to see he was wearing small glasses. She thought James was... cute. Her eyes went wide as she felt a stirring in her groin. It was a completely foreign feeling to her, and yet she knew instinctually that it was arousal. Or at least female arousal.
The longer she looked at her brother, the stronger the feeling grew, but she resisted the urge to touch herself and quickly shut the laptop, jumping up from the desk and striding towards the middle of her room. She couldn't stay in her room anymore. It was uncomfortable, especially with that mirror. She needed to go outside, and she needed to go now. She could explore her surroundings and get a better idea of where she lived. Cat walked to the door and pulled it open, edging out as slowly as she could manage with her overblown belly. She knew she had to move slow, or she'd risk slipping. She was overfilled with food as it was.
Cat carefully walked down the narrow hallway towards the next closest door. It was open slightly, revealing a large master bedroom. Her father was lying on the bed watching football. He worked a normal Monday through Friday job as a programmer at a bank, so he made great money. He usually spent the weekends watching sports or working on one of his own programs in the downstairs office.
Cat continued to creep down the hallway, passing her siblings' rooms and stopping at the top of the stairs. She could still hear her mother working in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast, and preparing lunch. Her mother always made sure Cat had plenty of food and would complain if she didn't eat enough. Lately, Cat had noticed that she could eat a lot more than she used to as her mother continued to force her to eat more and more. It was almost like her mother was trying to make her fat. Still, Cat hadn't noticed too many changes in herself yet besides eating a lot more.
Cat turned back towards her room. She'd only managed to kill about an hour with her searching, and she knew it would be a little while before lunch was ready.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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