In my arms and against my chest as I drifted into sleep held a single, unmistakable plushie over the size of my outspread hand. He was an odd fellow, an old grump of a man whose body possessed the strange characteristics of a cat with giant wings. A demon, a fallen sinner taking after the pleasures of ceaseless drinking and gambling, his body thin in perpetual age. Yet he exuded a charm in his grumpiness, bitter as any one of his alcoholic intakes that he always helped himself to, an easy thing when running the hotel bar. The frowning plush of him had been filled to the brim with detail. Hearts decorated his body, comprising the tip of his snout to a pair upon his forehead, within his pointed ears, even making up the form of the squishy beans on both his hands and paws. Big, bushy eyebrows of red and black were exaggerated as they stuck well out from the top of his head, a bow-tie, top-hat, and suspenders keeping him smartly dressed. From behind, two grand wings decorated with the suits of cards radiated from his being as they always stayed visible, all while his tail with its feathery tuft stuck out from his pants-hole by a number of inches. In his form of a simple object of no mind, he comforted me while I got my rest, the lamp left on from succumbing quick to fatigue as I soundly slept, unknowing of what was to come sometime later.
"Hey! Where the fuck am I?"
Eyes blinking open, I awoke to a sight so strange that I questioned if I was still inside a dream. But the crisp awareness of my reality promptly made me realize otherwise. The plushie had disappeared in my warm, careful embrace. In its place held the actual cat-man himself, somehow in the flesh as though possessing the plushie as a vessel that resembled him, effectively taking its place. My, was he tiny. Husk stood as tall as an action figure, his frail, fluffy figure occupying the space between my hands, both arms having wrapped tighter around him more in my sleep when the transformation commenced. He attempted to wriggle free from my constraint, grunting in his low, gravelly voice. His tail speedily brushed against my arms and stomach, sensing the peculiarities that were his shifting wings.
"Get your fuckin' mitts off me!" He called out at me, using one of his claws to prick me near my wrist.
"Ow!" I yelped, instantly snapping out of my sleepiness as I raised my arms to release him, plopping them at the sides of my torso while my head tilted up from my pillow. "Sorry about that."
"Where am I?" Husk asked again, standing up on my stomach and facing me. "How the hell did I get here?"
"You're... in my bedroom." I awkwardly answered, still in disbelief. "Believe me. I'm just as confused as you are."
"And you're human." Husk noted once the shock of his new surroundings wore off.
"You're the demon who resembles my plushie." I spoke right back. "You took its place."
"A what?" Husk tilted his head, eyebrow raised. "Nevermind. I don't know what's going on, but I gotta get back to the hotel. Now!"
"Aww, you really are a cat!" I teased him, blushing, tempted to pet him despite the severity of what his little claws could still do to me. "So feisty when you want your way~."
Husk only grumbled in response, an obscenity barely audible, the faint hint of a purr mostly masked by the deepness of his irresistibly grizzled voice. Suddenly, his stomach gurgled, looking down at it with confused curiosity, bubbling like a pot on the stove until he instantly swelled.
BLOOMP!!
The cat-demon's frail frame disappeared in the blink of an eye, growing chubby with a soft, tangible belly taking the weight's brunt. Thickness widened his hips, plumped up his rump, and bestowed upon him a girthy rack to fondle.
