My Wife My Tiger (Slow TF)

[edinjapan]

Slow tf story about of a woman turning into a tiger. Constructive criticism and comments are much appreciated.

Chapter 1 How It All Started

It all started when we took a cruise in the Mediterranean, just the usual package deal cruise-2 weeks of visiting Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey and Morocco and then jetting back home.

It was in Morocco where Jen picked up that tarnished old brass lamp. I told her don’t bother with that piece of trash but, when my wife gets it into her head she wants something there’s no dissuading her.

Anyways I figured it was going to go up on the shelf like the rest of her souvenirs from past trips and be forgotten like all the rest. If I knew then what I know now I’d a done the smart thing and chucked it into the ocean.

As predicted the tarnished brass geegaw went on the shelf with all the rest of the bricabrac from our other trips. Granted it kinda stood out due to its dirty nature and that’s why less than a week later Jen got it into her head that her souvenirs needed to be cleaned up a bit.

She started with the easy stuff first, the carving from Indonesia, her mugs from Germany, the stuffed toy koala from Australia and the jade piece from Hong Kong. And then she got out the tarnish remover and rags. The lamp was starting to clean up nicely.

And…then she tried to get the top off. Jen struggled with that top, she pulled on it, pushed and even had me hold the lamp down while she tried to pry it open. Nothing worked, until I noticed what looked like a small diamond close to the seam between the lamp’s body and its lid. I pointed it out her. Jen immediately mashed her finger on the small gem and after all the blood and sweat, tears and frustration it popped open like it was on springs.

As the top sprang open a pale purple smoke poured out of the lamp, Jen shrieked and dropped it like it was a hot potato. We both backed away in alarm as the smoke formed into a man sized pillar, it took on more definition and with an audible snap there stood before us a short, pot bellied man dressed in a costume that must a come from Disney’s Aladdin. He bowed before us and in a quavering voice proclaimed “Greetings Master and Mistress I am Abdul munim Ibn Nar Ala Djinn! The Great and Powerful Djinn of the Lamp!”

Jen looked at him, snickered and burst out laughing. The Great and Powerful Djinn of the Lamp looked at her in annoyance, brushed the dust off his robes, and retorted, “Oh Great Suleiman, why me? What have I done to deserve this?”

He adjusted his spectacles, sighed and in a singsong voice intoned “ Oh Great and Wise Master and Mistress, as the slave of the lamp I am obliged to give you three wishes. You, as my Master and Mistress may make one wish apiece and then must decide who gets the last wish. You may not wish for more wishes, you may not wish for the death of another or for the undoing of something that has already occurred.”

He paused, a look of complete and utter embarrassment passed across his face “On an added note it seems that the font of my power has run dry. In order to grant a wish I will need to ask you to assist by recharging my battery–so to speak. Also large, complex spells may time to finish.”

For a moment it was quiet, a quiet you could cut with a knife and then I heard “I want to be a tiger! I wish I was a beautiful and sexy tiger!”

I looked at my wife, the fat man looked at my wife “Hearkening and Obedience Mistress!” he boomed in a voice like thunder and slammed his hands together.” Nothing happened! He slammed his hands together again, looked at my wife, “Uhhh Mistress… I think it’s going to take a little time to grant your wish.”

He stood there muttering in some ancient language for several minutes, this progressed to the drawing of symbols in the air, looking at Jen, looking at me , more muttering and then coming to a decision he walked up to me, smiled evilly “This is going to hurt!” and slammed his hand into my chest!

FUUUUUCK! That HURT! Then it started feeling good and then I passed out.

I woke up with a stiffy. I could feel hands stroking my dick. Opened my eyes to see Jen crouched over me, ”Good, you’re awake. Now fuck me!”

[Daichi Azure]

So far it shows promise to be a good story

[edinjapan]

And here starts the journal. Anything in italics is dialog.


Chapter 2 Changes

My name is Ethan McAllistar and I’ve decided to keep this journal documenting my wife Jennifer’s changes. The damn fool woman made a wish to be a tiger, the wish has yet to be granted by the genie of the lamp but, I’m pretty damned sure no good will come of it.

Day 1
Got up bright and early. Jen was begging me for hot, wanton sex.

“Honeeee…… Wakee wakeeee! Eeethannnn wake up! Mmmmmmm, look what I found."

Seeing that I was very randy myself I obliged.

“Jen, you nasty little mynx! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Waking you up” she purred.

“Hmmmm…” I replied “I could get used to this sort of personalized service.”

We had sex five times in the morning and three times in the evening.

“Note to self, is there such a thing as genie Viagra”

As far as I can tell there have been no changes. Just to be sure I took some photos with my wife’s digital camera. I tried mashing the button on the djinn’s lamp. Nothing happened so I tossed the lamp against the wall and left it there.



Day 2
More sex in the morning and evening!

“If this is going to be a daily occurrence I’m not sure I can keep up.”

Took more photos.

“Jen, honey… I gotta take photos as proof.”

Noticed the lamp was back on the shelf.

“Jen, did you put the lamp back on the shelf?”

“No, I didn’t!”

Went out to the equipment shed and did some work on the Massey Ferguson. Spring planting coming up soon.

Later that night, mashed the button again and got a recording

“The Djinn you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the gong.”

I really hate wiseass genies.

“Abdul munim Ibn Nar Ala Djinn! Get your fat ass outta that lamp!”

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Day 3
Was shocked out of bed, Jen was hysterical. She was crying and screaming, her hair was falling out. Her lovely long, red hair…

I woke to screaming and crying. Jen was holding a hank of her long red hair and crying.

“My hair! It’s falling out.”

“Baby, you had to know this was going to happen.” I pulled her close “What did you think was going to happen?”

“I thought it was going to be like one of those girls on those sites you go to.” she sniffed.

Oh shit! She knows about my cosplay fetish. Time for some damage control

“When did you find out?”

“I’ve known for the past two years!”

“Why didn’t you say something?” I asked

We had a long conversation, I held her close, talked about how genies are really sneaky and evil and the elephant in the room

“Jen, honey… You know I love you… and I appreciate that you wanted to become a sexy tiger girl for me…” I paused unsure how to continue “ B…but you’re going to end up with fur, sharp claws and some nasty fangs.”

“That’s ok” she purred “Keep me fed and full of cum and I’ll be your sexy tiger. I promise I won’t eat you.”

Cuddling devolved into some very loud and strenuous sex. By the end of the day she was completely hairless, the well had run dry and she was passed out on our bed. I took some photos, lots of photos.

Day 5
Jen woke me complaining she was itchy. I noticed fur had started growing all over her body. Her colour was a beautiful golden orange on her back, arms and legs that faded into a pastel orange on her belly and face.

I took pictures and Jen spent most of her day sexily posing before her big mirror. I was very tempted to spend my entire day petting and feeling her fur but there was work to be done.

After checking things around the farm and finishing some chores I checked on the lamp, mashed the button, banged it around a few times and left a few really threatening messages on the fat little djinn’s geniemail.

Funny how the lamp is starting to look like it’s in better shape…

I cooked dinner that night (a man has to have skills other than being able to fix a diesel engine and plow a field). Anyways, I figured it would be difficult with her fur coming in… Jen picked at her food, she refused to eat any of the vegetables and wolfed down both her and my pork chops. Looks like she’s becoming a carnivore.

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Another entry from Ethan's journal. The changes continue

Day 7
Woke up this early this morning, Jen was lying on her back and stroking her belly fur and making these deep, guttural moans interspersed with something called ‘chuffing’ according to Wikipedia.

She wrapped her large hands around my head

“Eeeethan, rrrr, kiiiiss me”

Her tongue was long and rough as she licked my face.

She rubbed her face against mine and licked me again. Her scent overwhelmed me.

“Jen… I want you…”

I ran my fingers through her ruff and stroked her whiskers.

“Rrrrrrrr…. Kisss meee!”

I kissed her cute feline nose and buried myself in her waiting pussy. Our lovemaking was long and drawn out. I brought Jen to two orgasms, she bucked and mewled and then roared. Afterwards she used her tongue to clean herself. I was surprised at how flexible she has become.

 
Breakfast was a nightmare. I fed her a half dozen steaks. I’d no sooner put the plate in front of her and she pounced on them.

“MIIIIINE!” she glared at me and a low rumble issued from her chest.

I backed off and reached behind me for something to fend her off with.

“It’s ok Jen. I understand. That’s your food, I won’t touch it!”

Today when I go down to the Coop to order seed and fertilizer I better pick up some fencing, a couple of large metal dishes and some metal posts as well.

[Daichi Azure]

interesting....i wonder what that genie is going to do for the TF...humanized/anthro or full tiger...time will tell. Just wish that there was a bit more detail in what was going on rather than a sporadic log style update on what occured that day. A good thing would be to see her journal till the time she loses the use of her hands if it comes to that

[edinjapan]

Originally Posted by Daichi Azure

interesting....i wonder what that genie is going to do for the TF...humanized/anthro or full tiger...time will tell. Just wish that there was a bit more detail in what was going on rather than a sporadic log style update on what occured that day. A good thing would be to see her journal till the time she loses the use of her hands if it comes to that

Thanks for the review. Now I need to fix some holes in the plot.