Kitty's got a Secret (Spain)

Pudgey trembled and clung onto Andrew, her ears flat and her eyes wide with fear, her mouth agape as she breathed heavily. Pudge held onto the human and she looked around, not seeing the vacuum but still nervous and skittish, her tail tucked between her legs and her chest heaving heavily, she looked to Andrew and let out a hesitant whimper, she was usually like this after encounters with the vacuum.

"Hey, hey!"  Andy called to his distraught feline.  In her larger form, she was really tearing things up, pulling his sheets straight off the bed when she leapt off of it in panic and nearly sending what little furniture was in the room tumbling.  Thinking quickly, he stood in the way of the she-cat and let the female bowl him over, hoping to stop her momentum but ending up with her atop him, the vacuum falling over and out of sight on the other side of the bed.

Noting he wasn't mad, Pudge seemed to relax and she rubbed against him when she got the chance, purring until he brought the vacuum out, her ears pinned and she hissed, her fur standing on end and she tried to find a spot to hide, frantically rushing around, she hated the vacuum, even the sight of it sent her into a panic.

"Pudge, you look...different." Andy glanced down the feline's new body, noting the hints of chubbiness that still abounded in her new form, and the missing bits of her fingers. "Is this where all of my food's been going, Pudgy?" The man chuckled, carefully picking up the largest pieces of the glass with his hands and then carefully carrying them to the garbage in the kitchen, returning to his bedroom with his vacuum to ensure he got the small, actually dangerous pieces out of his carpeted floor.

Pudge flinched softly as her cut was wrapped and she examined it softly, sniffing at it and even licking at it a few times, her ears flicked and her short tail flicked softly, the chubby feline looked up toward the human, her head tilting and she slowly crawled up onto the bed, her fingers shorter than they normally would, since when claws of a cat are removed, its the same as removing the first joint of a finger, the fur covered girl was curled up a little on the bed, her ears back, fear in her eyes since she knew he would notice the broken glass, old memories coming back from her first owner.

"Hey, sweetheart." Over the edge of the bed, all Andy could see at first was Pudge's head, and didn't register how much bigger it was currently compared to normal. When he saw blood, he sighed softly, but then gasped as he saw the very humanlike fingers, covered in fur that was unmistakably Pudge's, that lead down an arm to a very humanlike, fur-covered body. "Woah..." was his first reaction, taking a step back to get the feline's full body in view. Then, however, he turned and sprinted down the short hallway, returning with a roll of bandages and wrapping her finger tightly with them as if nothing was different.

Pudge's eyes widened and she tried to pick up the glass, but since her claws had been removed in her cat form, she technically was missing part of her fingers in her human form, she tried picking up the glass, ending up cutting herself and she let out a whine, she held her hand where it was cut and she poked her head over the bed as she heard footsteps enter the room, her ears drooped.

"Pudge...?" Andy blinked at the strange sound that emanated from his bedroom after the cat disappeared from sight and some glass broke. "...you alright?" The skinny man stood up from the couch after hearing more silence from his bedroom. What if Pudgy had sliced herself on broken glass? Concerned for his cat, he walked towards his bedroom fairly quickly, though he avoided running to keep from disturbing the neighbors below him.

Pudge huffed when he walked away, eventually following him and she jumped down off the island, padding around, heading off to where her litter box was before she came back and climbed onto the couch, curling up in her usual spot on the cushion, the chubby feline yawning and licking her paws softly. After a while, Pudge felt like playing, she got up and pounced on her one and only toy, a fake rat, it was the only toy given to her she liked, she rarely felt like playing, like a once a week thing, she disappeared into the bedroom, pouting when she lost her toy under the bed, she shifted her body so she could reach it, but she ended up hitting against the side table and knocking a glass off, breaking it, she mewled, more of a mix between a mewl and a human whine as she poked her head over the bed, hoping he wouldn't come investigate.

"That make you wanna slim down anymore, Pudge?" Andrew teased, finishing off a microwaved dinner and then moving to the couch, sliding tiredly into his favorite spot. And now that he could relax for the night- and, indeed, the weekend off ahead of him- he unbuttoned and removed his collared shirt, and took off his belt as well, sighing contentedly as he relaxed into the couch, patting the cushion next to him to indicate that she should join him.

Pudge panted softly as she settled down by her bowl, she purred as she began eating calmly, raising her hips when his hand ran over her back and she purred, she finished her food quickly as per usual and she got up, purring and rubbing herself against Andrew, before she sat down, accepting his petting while she began grooming herself where she could reach, letting out loud huffs if she couldn't reach some areas.

"Gotcha!" Andy grunted with the effort, but managed to grab Pudge before she ended up back on the floor. The man rewarded the three good tries from the feline by lifting her all the way onto the counter and setting her there, still making her walk a few steps to her food bowl. After setting her down, Andy gave the feline an encouraging "Good girl," and began to pet her in smooth strokes that ran from the top of her head to the base of her tail, and then started over again at her head.

Pudge lashed her tail, her clawless paws padding her around before she stopped by the stool, panting softly and she wriggled her hips again, she pushed off with her back legs, managing to get to the edge of the island and she mewled as she tried to pull herself up, but without claws she wasn't able to hold on and she ended up falling again.

"Give it one more shot, Pudge." Andrew encouraged the feline, grimacing a bit after her claws raked his thigh in her attempt to stay on his lap. "If you do it well I'll catch ya." Though the male knew she'd probably never understand what he was saying, he spoke anyways to try and reassure the female just by the tone of his voice, sitting up from the stool to make it a bit easier to go that way if she so chose.

Pudge purred and rubbed against the human when he filled her bowl, until he moved it to the island, her ears pinned and her partial tail lashed, she shot him a glare before she wriggled her rear end, intending to try and jump from the counter to the island, a jump she has attempted, and failed many times since she was brought home, the chubby feline curled her toes before attempting her leap, without any traction on the counter, or claws to help her, Pudge ended up just flopping off the counter and landing on the floor, at least she landed on her paws.

Pudge let out a growl and she paced around the island, normally she would have jumped onto the stool, but with it occupied, she tried jumping into Andrew's lap to get to the island where her food lay waiting, though she couldn't hold on and ended up falling back down, the she-cat hissed and lashed her partial tail in agitation, pacing around the island in an attempt to find a way up.

A second later, Andrew finally got the knob to turn after fumbling in the dark with his keys, sighing a sigh of relief as he finally arrived home. His apartment was modest in size at best, but at least the interior was nice and fully furnished. To his left was his kitchen, with a single barstool so Andrew could eat at the granite island. To his right was his living room, which had a couch, a coffee table, and a TV mounted on the wall across from the couch. Down the short hallway immediately in front of him was the bathroom, the closet with his washer and dryer, and then the door to his small bedroom.

As Pudge let out her hungry meow, Andy rolled his eyes and shut the door behind himself. "Hello to you too, Pudge." He said sarcastically. He didn't waste any time in filling up her food, though, setting it in the middle of the kitchen island and pulling the barstool out a ways. One of the ways he'd been trying to help Pudge manage her weight was by making her exercise in small ways like this, making the cat work for what she wanted instead of simply serving her. "Dinner is served," the male said with a soft smile, watching his feline expectantly.

(Sure~)

Pudge yawned as she laid out lazily on the counter by her food bowl, she constantly wanted food, due to being fed so much while with the elderly woman, but she seemed to manage with the controlled amount of food Andrew gave her, Ugh so boring The feline thought while she looked up toward the door where the human would walk through after whatever he did outside the house, Hurry home human, I'm hungry She thought to herself, until an idea came to her, Wait! I don't need the human! I can get it myself! Pudgey let out a cat-like snicker as she got up, stretching and she hopped off the counter, purring to herself as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she felt her body shifting, her long fur flattening out and her pudgeyness spreading, she grinned wide as she was now in a more human-like form, she crawled to the fridge and opened it, rummaging through it for something to eat, oblivious to when Andrew would be home. That is until she heard the door knob, she jolted and quickly closed the fridge, eating the last bit of food she had in her mouth before she shifted back, jumping and grunting as she pulled herself back onto the counter, letting out a loud hungry meow as soon as the door was opened.

(Nice! Do you want to start? )

Lol

Name: Pudge 
Nickname(s): "Pud" "Pudgey" anything her owner comes up with
Age: 6 years
Appearance: https://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2016/06/ad_209668180.jpg?quality=80&strip=all&strip=all
Other: Pudge was once owned by a abusive man, when she was rescued by the shelter all her claws had been removed and part of her tail hacked off, an old woman adopted her from the shelter and ended up feeling so "sorry" for the poor kitty that Pudge ended up becoming overweight from lack of exercise and over feeding, when the woman passed away she was sent back to the shelter and then eventually adopted by Andrew, Pudge seems to only trust Andrew, not liking loud sounds on the tv or anywhere that she could hear, the vets found out she was allergic to anesthetic so Pudge had never been spayed, which is very clear when she goes into heat, which seems to happen more frequently than other she-cats. Pudge only recently found that she could change forms into a more "human" likeness of her chubby cat self, which she only tried out when her owner was at work.

Then yes, yes I do!

Name: Andrew (Andy) Brown
Age: 25
Appearance: Lean human male with white skin. 5'10" tall, wavy black hair he keeps short, typically well dressed or at least in some stage of undress from the professional clothing he wears to work. Not a bodybuilder by any stretch (going to the gym would make him nervous) but not a trace of fat in him anyways.
Occupation: IT professional at a moderately-sized local startup company.
Other: Fooled around with a girl once in college, but never got past second base. His anxiety and social awkwardness means he spends a lot of time at home with his cat. But strange stuff has started happening while he's away…

No problem~ I kinda had an idea for the female anyway ^^ Make it different from the other  and no  I just meant if you wanted to be the male again lol

(Oh!  If you mean same character, then no.  I'd like to start it over actually, new characters and all.)

(Yeah, I'd like to be the male if you don't mind. ^_^ )

Okey dokey~ Did you want your same role as the other one you did?

Here we go!