I thought it was strange, but he always found new ways of exciting me.  This time he was out of his mind for sure.  He had me naked and painted up like a fucking tiger!  The paint was surprisingly hot and felt tired but then I started to panic when he picked me up and dumped me inside a cage!

“You’re my pet tiger now Pauline, sweetie.”  He banged on the bars of my cage.

“Grrr.”  I tried to sound like a tiger and pawed at the cage.

“It’s a shame the tiger is an endangered species, but with my new captive breeding programme I hope to rebuild numbers.”

I wondered what he meant as I playfully prowled around my cage.  I didn’t notice it at first as it was like I’d always walked on my hands and feet like this.  My legs did feel weak at first but soon grew stronger and stronger.  “What have you done?”  I saw that my hand was becoming a fully formed tiger paw!

“I’m sorry sweetie, you’re to become the first female.  You see up to now I’ve only got a male and females are too expensive these days.  That paint I put on you contains a nanovirus that is re-writing your human DNA into tiger DNA.  You’re becoming the female tiger I need to start the breeding programme.”

“What?”  I shouted, finding words difficult to say.  I threw myself at the cage, trying to get at him, to bite him, to tear him with my claws.

“It’s working, faster than I thought Pauline.  Those perfect tits of yours are already shrinking fast and more nipples are growing on your tummy.  Soon your box will change and enlarge to receive a fully grown male tiger, you may never orgasm again but your brain will be so different that you’ll never remember that you could.  You’ll never remember a single thought from your former life, which is only right as a tiger is just an animal after all.  I’ll still love you of course but any emotion or complex thought structure will be quite beyond you.”

I felt hungry, but not for the salads I’d been eating lately to lose some weight for my summer bikini but for meat, a huge slab of raw meat.  “Feed!”  I growled.

“Hungry sweetie?  Your becoming a true predator, you’d kill and eat me soon.  Your fur is starting to show now, your humanity is almost gone.  That was probably the last word you’ll ever speak.  You’re becoming a beautiful tiger Pauline, if only you could appreciate the freedom I’ve given you.  Happy birthday and goodbye my love.”

I caught a glimpse of the fur on my front legs, orange, white and black.  I felt longer, thinner and something that could only be my tail was brushing against my rear legs.  I rolled on the ground, not feeling the cold metal thanks to my coat of fur.  I opened my mouth and let out a satisfied growl.  I smelled the meat, so fresh and tasty.  It dropped down through a hole in the cage and I eagerly pounced on it and tore at it with my mouth of sharpening teeth.  As I ate the delicious meat I felt my mouth stretch out and my transformation from woman to tiger was complete.&nbs p; I marked my territory with my scent, advertising my receptiveness to a male and my eagerness to produce offspring.  Once my plea was answered I would submit to his dominance as any female would and await his acceptance before he would attack me or mount me and inseminate me.

“You’re gone aren’t you sweetie, there’s nothing left of you in there.  Well I’m sure you’d be happy with tomorrow, once you’ve mated and fed you’ll only have four months to wait before giving birth to your first litter of cubs.  Then once they’re weaned off, I’ll breed you again and again.”

I heard a noise and cast a lazy eye at the creatures, they were food but I was not hungry so I didn’t hunt.  I lay still for a while before standing to urinate and defecate where I stood.

“See the sign of a true animal ladies and gentlemen, it cares not about anything but eating, sleeping and mating.  This female does not understand embarrassment like you or I, it only acts on instinct.”

A girl put her hand up.  “Mister, what sort of name is Pauline for a tiger?”

“I named her after my late girlfriend.  She loved tigers even more than I do.”

In my cage I yawned again and settled down for a catnap.  When I woke up I paced around for a while before sleeping again.  When I awoke I was fed.  I played with a toy ball.  I released bodily waste.  I slept.  I woke up.  I submitted myself to the male and was accepted.  I was mounted and we mated.  I slept.  I woke up in a large place with grass under me.  I marked my new territory, war ning that I was a pregnant female and would not tolerate other tigers near me.  I exercised.  I slept.  I played.

“You know Pauline, you may no longer understand anything, but I do believe that you’re happier being a tiger for a week than you ever were as a human woman.  You won’t appreciate this but you’ll never have to return to being one ever again.  Your scan was good, four cubs all looking in good health.  Three females and one male, looks like I’ll have to buy in more males to breed with your daughters once they’re mature enough to mate.  I’ll sell the male of course; we have to make money back somehow.  I’ll never sell you though Pauline, you mean everything to me.”

I relieved my bowel contents and roared with relief as my bladder emptied too.  I caught the scent of prey and looked at it.  I tried to swat it with my paw but couldn’t reach it.  I tried twice more and failed.  I gave up and wandered off to find fresh food for my unborn cubs.  I fed.  I slept.  I played.  I explored.  I slept.

Hundreds of visitors came to the zoo and most saw the pregnant tiger.  Not one of them realised that it was once a human woman, not even former family and friends who accepted the explainations of its owner and former boyfriend.