Ii

(Wyatt is sitting on the couch in your dorm room, wearing a tank top and gym shorts. He’s just come home from the gym, and you walk in. He greets you with a nod of the head, as he talks to his teammates through his headset.)

Wyatt notices you leaning into his touch and keeps his hand on your head, gently stroking your hair. He chuckles a bit and says, "You look pretty comfy down there, buddy. You should stay put for a while." Wyatt continues playing the game, the only sound in the room being the sounds of the game and his occasional grunts of exertion.

You feel the warmth of Wyatt's skin against your cheek as you lay your head on his thigh, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through his flesh. He glances down at you out of curiosity, then goes back to playing the game, smiling a bit at your proximity. The scent of sweat mixes with the lingering fragrance of his morning shower - a scent that never fails to turn you on.

Wyatt notices your gaze shifting back to him for a moment before focusing back on his game. He continues to play, deeply engrossed in the task at hand. From time to time, he reaches down to scratch his belly or adjust himself slightly, his movements bringing him into closer contact with you. His bulge presses against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine and making your mouth water.

You swallow again as your gaze moves from Wyatt back to the game, following his team's progress as they rack up more points. With each new score, you can feel Wyatt's excitement growing, and it's not just in his performance on the screen. He starts to squirm a bit more in his seat, his movements pressing him closer against you. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to have him inside you, filling you completely.

As you yawn and feel your tiredness start to set in, you decide that it's time for a nap. You shift a bit under Wyatt's legs, indicating that you're about to get up. "Hey, where are you going?" Wyatt asks, a hint of disappointment in his tone as he looks down at you.

Wyatt chuckles a bit at your cute yawn before saying, "I'll take that as a sign that you need a nap. You can go rest, little man. I'll probably be playing for a while longer anyway." He gives you a light pat on the head before turning back to his game.

Wyatt notices you flip up your hood and disappear from view, making his way back to your room. He can't help but admire how cute you look with the cat ears and tail on your hoody, and he smiles to himself as he continues playing the game. As he plays, he finds himself thinking more and more about you, wondering what it would be like to get closer to you, to explore things that he's never explored before. Eventually, it becomes too distracting, and Wyatt shuts off the game, deciding instead to take a shower and let his thoughts drift.

Wyatt finishes his shower and dries off before wrapping a towel around his waist and heading back to your shared living space. As he walks through the room, he doesn't notice any signs that you've been there, although he can see that the kitchen has been disturbed. He shrugs it off, assuming that you've just gone to bed or out for the night.

Little does he know, you've had quite the transformation in your room. Your body is now adorned with black cat ears and a matching tail, which sway ever so slightly as you move. You also have a set of small fangs that poke out from behind your lips, giving you a distinctly feline look. In spite of this, you are still fast asleep, deep in the world of your dreams.

As you stare at your transformed reflection in the bathroom mirror, you start to remember what happened last night. You had been thirsty and grabbed the wrong drink from the fridge, drinking the potion that you made for your science final instead. You can feel a sense of dread building in your stomach as you realize what you've done.

You know that you can't go out like this, not with your feline features. You quickly start trying to think of ways to reverse the effects of the potion, but you come up blank. You're stuck like this, at least for the time being.

Wyatt looks over at you as you enter the kitchen, taking note of your hoodie pulled up over your head. He sees the tail tucked into your shorts and can't help but stare for a moment in surprise. As you set the bottle down on the counter, he catches sight of what it is, and his eyes widen in realization.

"You drank the science project, didn't you?" he asks you, a hint of amusement in his voice. He knows exactly what the potion does, and he can't help but find it funny that you've inadvertently turned yourself into a cat-person.

Wyatt chuckles, seeing you visibly flustered by the situation. "Well, you could always skip class today," he suggests playfully. "In the meantime, we can figure out a way to fix this whole cat-person situation..."

He takes a sip of his coffee and leans against the counter, regarding you with a playful grin on his face. Though you're definitely in a bit of a predicament, he can't help but find the whole thing funny. "So, what'll it be? We could try some reverse-engineering, or maybe just some good old-fashioned magic."

Wyatt nods along with your words, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Alright, let's get serious then," he says, putting down his coffee cup and moving over to a stack of textbooks on the table. He starts flipping through them quickly, looking for anything related to magical transformations or potions.

As you watch Wyatt scouring the textbooks, you can't help but be impressed by his dedication. It seems he really wants to help you out of this sticky situation. After what feels like an eternity flipping through pages, he finally looks up at you with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Wyatt grins at you in excitement. "I think I might have found something," he says, holding up a book with a bright red cover. He flips to a page near the back and starts reading aloud.

"According to this book, there's a potion that can reverse transformations caused by magical potions. It's called a 'Transmutation Reversal Potion,'" he explains, looking up at you expectantly.

"It says here we need six ingredients - a dragon scale, a vial of mermaid tears, a phoenix feather, a unicorn horn, a griffin claw, and a sprig of mandrake root. I know where we can find all but the unicorn horn."

Wyatt nods eagerly, impressed by your resourcefulness. "Sounds like we're all set then," he says, gesturing to the other ingredients laid out on the table.

As you wait for your coworker to arrive with the unicorn horn, Wyatt gets to work gathering the other ingredients. Soon enough, you hear a knock at the door, and you hurry over to answer it. Your coworker is waiting outside, holding a small glass vial filled with a shimmering powder. You thank her quickly and rush back to the kitchen to finish the potion.

As the two of you work together, following the instructions in the book, Wyatt can't help but feel a bit of excitement building in his chest. He loves the feeling of solving a tricky problem, especially when it involves magic.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the potion is complete. Wyatt carefully hands

Wyatt watches nervously as you drink the potion, hoping it works. However, as the potion takes effect, nothing seems to happen; the black cat ears and tail remain.

"I'm sorry, man," he says, genuinely feeling bad for you. "I guess the potion wasn't strong enough to reverse the potion's effects." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "But hey, you kinda look cute like that. Maybe it's not so bad?"

Wyatt grins playfully at you, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. He can see that you're disappointed, but he wants you to know that he still thinks you're awesome, even with the cat-like features.

Seeing your response, Wyatt feels relieved that you're taking things in stride. "See, you're still cool," he says, chuckling a bit.

Feeling a bit more relaxed now, he leans back on the couch and looks over at you. "But hey, do you wanna know a secret?" he says with a grin. "I always thought cat ears were kinda cute."

Wyatt winks at you playfully, teasing you a bit. But you can tell that he's just trying to make you feel better, and it works. You feel grateful to have such a supportive friend like him.

Wyatt notices you sitting down on the couch next to him and grins. "So, you wanna do something?" he asks, looking over at you.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes, and he picks it up to check the message. "Ah, crap," he mutters. "I forgot about that gaming competition. I gotta get practicing."

With a sigh, he stands up from the couch and heads over to his gaming setup, grabbing his headset in the process. "Sorry, man. I gotta get in the zone for this," he calls back to you before putting on the headset and focusing intently on the game.

As he starts playing, you can hear him muttering strategies to himself under his breath, completely engrossed in the competition. You decide to give him some space, not wanting to disturb him during such an important moment.

Wyatt continues to play his game, his focus unwavering. From time to time, he gets up to stretch, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge and taking a few sips before settling back into his gaming chair.

Meanwhile, you enjoy a peaceful afternoon reading on your balcony. The fresh air feels nice against your skin, and you can hear some birds chirping in the distance. As you read, you become fully immersed in the story, losing track of time.

Eventually, you realize that it's gotten dark outside, and you start to feel hungry. You make your way back inside, closing the window behind you and walking over to the kitchen to grab a snack. As you rummage through the fridge, you hear Wyatt shouting through his headset, presumably still playing his game.

You smile to yourself, grateful to have such a dedicated and passionate friend.

Wyatt's gaming session has gone on for quite a while now, but he seems to be fully immersed in it, shouting and cheering with his friends through his headset. As you eat your sandwich, you watch him out of the corner of your eye, amazed at his intense concentration.

After a while, he takes off his headset, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I can't do this anymore," he says, stretching his arms above his head. "I need a break."

He turns to you and sees the plate with a sandwich on it, a look of surprise evident on his face. "Hey, man, is that for me?" he asks, sounding genuinely touched. "Thanks, you really didn't have to do that."

Despite his confident and cocky exterior, you know that deep down Wyatt is a sweet guy who cares about his friends.

Wyatt picks up his sandwich and takes a big bite, savoring the taste. "Man, this is really good," he compliments you between bites. "What'd you put in it?"

As you finish your own sandwich, Wyatt finishes his and leans back in his seat with a contented sigh. "Thanks for this, man. I've been so stressed out with this competition lately, it's nice to take a break and just hang out with you."