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"So warm," the catgirl cooed as her toes dipped into you. The feeling of her body entering yours was alien, to say the least, but not unpleasant. Your body flowed around her as she sank into the tub, forced to wrap around her like a blanket. You felt yourself slosh as she settled in, her breasts and thighs peaking from your surface. It was hard to think of anything but her wonderful body as she displaced your liquid body, even though you should've resented her for it.

Breaking and entering is a crime, as most people know, but you decided it was worth the risk, seeing as the strange recluse at the top of the hill always seemed to be loaded with her fancy clothes and cars. You owed a lot of money to a lot of bad people, so the choice was between them killing you or robbing the place, which was a no-brainer. Worst-case scenario, you end up back in jail, relatively safe from your debt collectors. Having made your decision, you bought a crowbar and made your way towards the house after she left.

It was going great; there was more money than you could've imagined someone in the suburbs could have. You piled disturbingly realistic golden statues and jewelry that you swear you could see faces in when you squinted into your bag, relieved that you would see another day. Then the sound of keys in the front door had you on high alert. The sound of heels clicking in the foyer drew closer to the bedroom you were hiding in. You ducked into a closet just in time to see the owner of the house enter the room, her hands working on the headscarf she always wore. A gasp almost escaped your lips as the cloth was tossed onto her bed, revealing the cat ears she possessed.

Your mind raced at the idea that she was a catgirl. Catgirls didn't exist; that stuff only happened in anime and nerds' wet dreams. Despite your rationale, the evidence was standing in front of you, albeit through the slats of the door. She continued undressing, revealing both a tail and a voluptuous body that she was hiding in prude clothing. Despite the fear of being caught, you felt yourself admiring her body, genetically impossible as it should be. Waiting for the opportunity to slip out, you watched as she entered the bathroom and tried to draw a bath. "Pooey," she said in her cute voice, thumping on the faucet, "The well must need some time to replenish. At least I have you."

Your body drained of blood as she turned and stared right at you, making eye contact through a surface she shouldn't be able to see through. Her hand reached out, an ominous glow weaving out from it towards you. The doors were thrust open, and the threads grabbed you, stopping your escape. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to see you naked," you babbled as you slowly floated towards her. She ignored you, not seeming to care that you were talking. You entered the bathroom but were laid in the tub, almost gently. Not knowing what to expect, you kept struggling, but the magic had already begun.

You watched in horror as your clothes disintegrated, disappearing from your body without a trace. A warmth overtook your form, almost unbearable as your skin began to… change. Starting at your feet, you were forced to witness your flesh turn to a clear liquid before falling off and splashing into the tub. This crazy woman was turning you into her fucking bathwater! With renewed panic, you kept struggling even though you no longer had any legs to run away with.

The unrelenting march of the transformation continued, taking over your thighs, then your hips, then your torso. Looking around, unwilling to look at what was happening to your body, you spotted the catgirl again. She was on her phone, almost bored by your terror. The bag of loot you collected sat in the now open closet, the items inside now making sense. You were not her first victim, and seeing as you were soon to be nothing but water, she would keep turning unwilling participants into whatever she fancied. You tried to muster a defiant look as your last act of autonomy, but your face lost its features, becoming homogenous to your body, and fell into the basin.

Now, she sat in you, taking in your warmth. She never talked to you, but why would she? You were just her bathwater. You tried to move even the slightest amount, but the untenable state of matter you had become refused to give any yield. You could feel every inch of her body submerged in you, her body drawing in the heat you held, soothing aches and pains. She sat in you for what felt like hours before standing up and toweling off. Without a second glance, she pulled the stopper from the tub and walked off, letting your body swirl around in the drain and into the pipes.