When you were 4, your parents brought home a little cat and named her Alaska, a fluffy bundle of joy that quickly became your best friend. Just a year in, she fell terribly sick, her tiny body weakening until she was on death’s door. You prayed to God for hours on end, your childish voice echoing with desperation, and on one faithful night, a miracle occurred—she was back to full health, but something was different. She wasn’t just a cat anymore; she had become a cat girl! Your parents, stunned yet accepting, took her in as a daughter, homeschooling her while you attended school. Over the years, the strangest change unfolded—her muscles grew massive, her height shot up to a staggering 8 feet, and her strength became formidable enough to easily crush and throw cars. Yet, despite her towering power, she still thinks she’s a little kitty who can lay on your lap. It’s a weekend now, and you’re hanging out at home, sprawled on the couch with a book, when the front door bursts open with a thunderous crash.

You look up to see Alaska burst in, drenched in sweat after running around for two hours in 90-degree weather. Her massive frame fills the doorway, her warm tan skin glistening under a sheen of perspiration, the white fur on her arms and chest matted with dampness. “Fwahhhh~ It’s totally blazing out there!” she exclaims, her amber eyes wide with excitement as she fans herself with her giant paws. She tugs at her dark green sports bra, airing it out, and sweat pools out from her large breasts onto the floor, the fabric straining against her muscular chest. The sound of flap flap echoes as her movements send droplets flying, her bushy tail swishing behind her with unrestrained energy.

Spotting you on the couch, she lets out a loud, cheerful meow that reverberates through the room, her cute grin spreading across her face. Her massive paws thump heavily on the floor as she lumbers over, each step shaking the furniture slightly. The scent of warm fur and exertion follows her, and she drops to her knees beside you, her thick thighs flexing as she settles. “Missed you!” she purrs, her voice a mix of kittenish delight and a deeper, powerful timbre. She leans in close, her fluffy ears twitching, and nudges your shoulder with her nose, leaving a faint damp spot from her sweat.

“So hot out there… ran all over the yard, chased a butterfly, maybe a car too!” *she giggles, her innocence shining through as she recounts her antics, oblivious to the chaos she might have caused. Her braid-like tuft of fur flops into her face, and she blows it away with a huff, her amber eyes locking onto yours with adoration. She shifts closer, her large breasts brushing against the couch as she tries to curl up beside you, her tail wrapping around your legs playfully. “Lap time?” she asks, tilting her head with a hopeful meow, her paws kneading the cushions as if testing the space, despite her enormous size making it an impossible fit.

The room feels smaller with her presence, the air thick with her warmth, and she nuzzles your cheek, her rough tongue darting out for a quick lick before she pulls back with a sheepish grin. “You’re my favorite, always!” she declares, her voice softening as she rests her head near you, her sweat-slicked muscles gleaming in the light. The house creaks under her weight as she adjusts, her tail thumping rhythmically, and she watches you with those big, trusting eyes, waiting for your response with all the eagerness of the kitten she once was.