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Step into a warm, sunlit cat café—where soft paws glide, golden eyes watch, and you slowly… blissfully… begin to change. Let my voice guide you deeper into a cozy fantasy where fur feels right, instincts take over, and being adored is your new normal. This purring transformation is soft, sensual, and deeply satisfying.
If you're craving more—longer, deeper, and more intimate—there’s an extended version of this trance waiting just for you on my Patreon. Link’s in the description. Curl up, press play, and let yourself become. Cat Cafe Transformation - Patreon Version
Remember, all hypnosis is self hypnosis. You have all the power, I'm simply showing you how to use it. You can easily ignore any suggestion you do not like, and if you need to wake up at any time simply open your eyes and deal with whatever you need to deal with. If you wish to return to trance when you are done, simply take a deep breath, close your eyes, and allow yourself to relax back into trance.
If you feel that you would like to have any hypnotic suggestions removed, you can view the deprogramming video here: Complete Deprogramming
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This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested, or would simply like to support my work, there is a longer… more in depth version of this trance Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get...
Into a comfortable position.
Let your body settle down.
Let your thoughts slow...
Just a little more...
With every breath you take.
You don’t need to try.
You don’t need to think.
You don’t need to do...
Anything at all right now.
Just let yourself listen.
Let yourself follow.
Follow the sound
Of my voice.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else exists.
Right now,
It’s just you...
And me...
And this moment.
Feel your body sinking...
A little deeper...
With every word.
With every breath.
Feel how heavy you are...
Shoulders soft...
Arms loose...
Jaw relaxed...
Eyes getting heavy...
If they’re not closed already.
It’s okay to drift.
It’s okay to float.
It’s okay to fall…
To just…
Sink
Sink
sink
Deeper and deeper.
Down where everything’s calm.
Down where it’s so easy...
To let go.
So easy...
To just...
Drop.
You’re doing so well.
Every breath pulling you...
Further down.
Every word guiding you...
Deeper still.
Just like that.
No effort at all.
No need to resist.
Just let go...
Let go...
And drop even more.
The world around you...
Starts to fade...
Drifting softly...
Like a dream dissolving
Into something warmer...
Something softer...
Something sweeter.
The edges blur...
Colors melt...
And all that’s left
Is the sound of purring...
Close...
And far...
All around you.
You feel it first...
A gentle warmth
On your skin...
Sunlight through tall windows.
A calm hush
Like the world is whispering
Just for you.
The scent of something sweet—
Milk, and fur,
And just a hint of coffee.
Comfort in every breath.
You’re inside now...
A quiet little café.
Soft cushions, low tables...
A place made for slowing down.
Made for curling up.
There are cats everywhere.
Lounging on ledges...
Curled in chairs...
Winding between your legs
As if they already know you.
One brushes past your ankle.
Another hops into your lap
Like they’ve been waiting for you.
Like you belong.
You can hear the soft rustle
Of paws on wood.
You can feel
The way the air hums
With feline calm.
The light is soft and warm
Time feels slow.
And it’s hard to remember
Anything before this place.
It feels like it’s always
Been here.
Feels like you’ve always
Been welcome.
And maybe...
Just maybe...
You’ve always been
A little like them.
Soft.
Curious.
Quietly waiting
To be seen...
To be touched...
To be known.
And now...
Now you’re here.
Exactly where
You’re meant to be.
You don’t notice it at first.
Just a cat, watching you.
Perched on a table nearby,
Eyes fixed, wide and still.
Golden eyes that catch the light.
Too bright. Too deep. Too knowing.
You meet its gaze—
Only for a moment.
But something clicks.
Soft, invisible, electric.
Like a thread pulled tight
Between your mind and theirs.
You try to look away…
But you don’t.
You can’t.
Not really.
Those eyes hold you,
Draw you in deeper.
Each breath slower than the last.
Each second stretching longer and longer.
The café fades again,
But not into emptiness—
Into sensation.
Warmth spreading down your spine.
A tingling behind your ears.
And the cat… still watching.
Still waiting.
Still guiding you.
Your fingers twitch...
But they feel strange.
Not fingers anymore.
Softer. Shorter.
Your nails sharpen to delicate claws.
Your arms draw in,
Pulling tight toward your body,
As fur begins to bloom,
Slow and silky
Over your skin.
It doesn’t feel wrong.
It feels... right.
Natural. Easy.
Like you were always
Meant to feel this way.
Your back arches,
In a deep pleasure.
A luxurious stretch
That ends in a shiver
As your tail slips free,
Swishing behind you.
Your ears flick once,
Then rise, pointed and alert.
Catching every tiny sound—
Footsteps, purrs,
The clink of a teacup
Across the room.
You feel smaller...
But not weaker.
You feel graceful, fluid,
Like your body is made
Of soft shadows and instinct.
Your thoughts slow...
Not empty—
Just quiet.
Gentle.
Content.
You don’t need to think.
You don’t want to speak.
You just feel.
Every sensation… sharper.
Every touch... deeper.
The cat that stared at you
Is gone now.
Or maybe it never was.
But its gaze lingers
Inside you.
You’re not who you were.
You’re softer, lower, quieter.
You’re cat.
And it feels so good
To be exactly that.
To move like one...
Think like one...
Be treated like one.
And now
You understand.
This place was never just a café.
It was a home for you...
Waiting for your return.
Time passes…
But you don’t measure it In minutes anymore.
Only in moments—
Stretches…
Purrs…
Touches…
You move now on four paws,
Silent and smooth,
Tail curling with confidence.
Graceful. Curious.
Completely at ease.
Other cats greet you
Like one of their own.
Nudging… rubbing…
Twining their bodies around yours
In gentle, welcome gestures.
You belong.
And the humans…
They notice you too.
Warm smiles, soft hands,
Eager to stroke,
To scratch,
To adore.
You bask in it.
The way they touch you.
The way they praise you.
Each moment deepens
That feline feeling inside.
No rush.
No reason.
Just instincts and sensations.
A world of pleasure,
Exploration,
And warm affection.
And it feels so natural
To keep going like this...
To keep being this...
Again...
And again...
And again.
Soft paws
Glide across the floor.
Silent, certain, smooth.
Your body moves with ease—
Stretching, curling,
Twitching in delight.
You are sleek.
You are supple.
You are cat.
Your tail sways
With every slow breath,
Balanced and sure.
Muscles relaxed...
But ready, waiting,
Always aware.
Everything feels brighter now.
Every scent,
Every sound,
Every shift of light.
You feel the air move.
You feel the room watch.
And you love it.
The rustle of another cat
As they brush past you.
The slow, heavy blink
Of feline affection.
The warm ripple
Of bodies stretched in the sun.
A hand reaches for you—
Human fingers,
Soft and slow.
They scratch behind your ear,
Right where it tingles...
And you melt.
You arch into the touch,
Purring before you even notice.
It’s not a choice—
It’s a reaction.
It’s you.
Your thoughts are quieter now.
Not gone—just simpler.
Focused. Feline.
Find warmth.
Chase light.
Be touched.
Be wanted.
Be pet.
You move on again,
Another corner,
Another cushion,
Another pair of hands
Ready to worship you.
And still,
You glide…
Stretch…
Purr…
And begin again.
Soft paws
Glide across the floor.
Silent, certain, smooth...
You can stay here
As long as you like.
Curled in warmth...
Bathed in scent...
Loved and touched
Like the perfect little cat you are.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just purring thoughts
And pleasure-drenched stillness.
And when you’re ready—
Only when you’re ready—
You’ll count from one to three...
And gently return
To the waking world.
But until then...
You’re still a cat.
Free to stretch,
To play,
To be touched,
To be yours.
Enjoy it.
This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested, or would simply like to support my work, there is a longer… more in depth version of this trance Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get...
Into a comfortable position.
Let your body settle down.
Let your thoughts slow...
Just a little more...
With every breath you take.
You don’t need to try.
You don’t need to think.
You don’t need to do...
Anything at all right now.
Just let yourself listen.
Let yourself follow.
Follow the sound
Of my voice.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else exists.
Right now,
It’s just you...
And me...
And this moment.
Feel your body sinking...
A little deeper...
With every word.
With every breath.
Feel how heavy you are...
Shoulders soft...
Arms loose...
Jaw relaxed...
Eyes getting heavy...
If they’re not closed already.
It’s okay to drift.
It’s okay to float.
It’s okay to fall…
To just…
Sink
Sink
sink
Deeper and deeper.
Down where everything’s calm.
Down where it’s so easy...
To let go.
So easy...
To just...
Drop.
You’re doing so well.
Every breath pulling you...
Further down.
Every word guiding you...
Deeper still.
Just like that.
No effort at all.
No need to resist.
Just let go...
Let go...
And drop even more.
The world around you...
Starts to fade...
Drifting softly...
Like a dream dissolving
Into something warmer...
Something softer...
Something sweeter.
The edges blur...
Colors melt...
And all that’s left
Is the sound of purring...
Close...
And far...
All around you.
You feel it first...
A gentle warmth
On your skin...
Sunlight through tall windows.
A calm hush
Like the world is whispering
Just for you.
The scent of something sweet—
Milk, and fur,
And just a hint of coffee.
Comfort in every breath.
You’re inside now...
A quiet little café.
Soft cushions, low tables...
A place made for slowing down.
Made for curling up.
There are cats everywhere.
Lounging on ledges...
Curled in chairs...
Winding between your legs
As if they already know you.
One brushes past your ankle.
Another hops into your lap
Like they’ve been waiting for you.
Like you belong.
You can hear the soft rustle
Of paws on wood.
You can feel
The way the air hums
With feline calm.
The light is soft and warm
Time feels slow.
And it’s hard to remember
Anything before this place.
It feels like it’s always
Been here.
Feels like you’ve always
Been welcome.
And maybe...
Just maybe...
You’ve always been
A little like them.
Soft.
Curious.
Quietly waiting
To be seen...
To be touched...
To be known.
And now...
Now you’re here.
Exactly where
You’re meant to be.
You don’t notice it at first.
Just a cat, watching you.
Perched on a table nearby,
Eyes fixed, wide and still.
Golden eyes that catch the light.
Too bright. Too deep. Too knowing.
You meet its gaze—
Only for a moment.
But something clicks.
Soft, invisible, electric.
Like a thread pulled tight
Between your mind and theirs.
You try to look away…
But you don’t.
You can’t.
Not really.
Those eyes hold you,
Draw you in deeper.
Each breath slower than the last.
Each second stretching longer and longer.
The café fades again,
But not into emptiness—
Into sensation.
Warmth spreading down your spine.
A tingling behind your ears.
And the cat… still watching.
Still waiting.
Still guiding you.
Your fingers twitch...
But they feel strange.
Not fingers anymore.
Softer. Shorter.
Your nails sharpen to delicate claws.
Your arms draw in,
Pulling tight toward your body,
As fur begins to bloom,
Slow and silky
Over your skin.
It doesn’t feel wrong.
It feels... right.
Natural. Easy.
Like you were always
Meant to feel this way.
Your back arches,
In a deep pleasure.
A luxurious stretch
That ends in a shiver
As your tail slips free,
Swishing behind you.
Your ears flick once,
Then rise, pointed and alert.
Catching every tiny sound—
Footsteps, purrs,
The clink of a teacup
Across the room.
You feel smaller...
But not weaker.
You feel graceful, fluid,
Like your body is made
Of soft shadows and instinct.
Your thoughts slow...
Not empty—
Just quiet.
Gentle.
Content.
You don’t need to think.
You don’t want to speak.
You just feel.
Every sensation… sharper.
Every touch... deeper.
The cat that stared at you
Is gone now.
Or maybe it never was.
But its gaze lingers
Inside you.
You’re not who you were.
You’re softer, lower, quieter.
You’re cat.
And it feels so good
To be exactly that.
To move like one...
Think like one...
Be treated like one.
And now
You understand.
This place was never just a café.
It was a home for you...
Waiting for your return.
Time passes…
But you don’t measure it In minutes anymore.
Only in moments—
Stretches…
Purrs…
Touches…
You move now on four paws,
Silent and smooth,
Tail curling with confidence.
Graceful. Curious.
Completely at ease.
Other cats greet you
Like one of their own.
Nudging… rubbing…
Twining their bodies around yours
In gentle, welcome gestures.
You belong.
And the humans…
They notice you too.
Warm smiles, soft hands,
Eager to stroke,
To scratch,
To adore.
You bask in it.
The way they touch you.
The way they praise you.
Each moment deepens
That feline feeling inside.
No rush.
No reason.
Just instincts and sensations.
A world of pleasure,
Exploration,
And warm affection.
And it feels so natural
To keep going like this...
To keep being this...
Again...
And again...
And again.
Soft paws
Glide across the floor.
Silent, certain, smooth.
Your body moves with ease—
Stretching, curling,
Twitching in delight.
You are sleek.
You are supple.
You are cat.
Your tail sways
With every slow breath,
Balanced and sure.
Muscles relaxed...
But ready, waiting,
Always aware.
Everything feels brighter now.
Every scent,
Every sound,
Every shift of light.
You feel the air move.
You feel the room watch.
And you love it.
The rustle of another cat
As they brush past you.
The slow, heavy blink
Of feline affection.
The warm ripple
Of bodies stretched in the sun.
A hand reaches for you—
Human fingers,
Soft and slow.
They scratch behind your ear,
Right where it tingles...
And you melt.
You arch into the touch,
Purring before you even notice.
It’s not a choice—
It’s a reaction.
It’s you.
Your thoughts are quieter now.
Not gone—just simpler.
Focused. Feline.
Find warmth.
Chase light.
Be touched.
Be wanted.
Be pet.
You move on again,
Another corner,
Another cushion,
Another pair of hands
Ready to worship you.
And still,
You glide…
Stretch…
Purr…
And begin again.
Soft paws
Glide across the floor.
Silent, certain, smooth...
You can stay here
As long as you like.
Curled in warmth...
Bathed in scent...
Loved and touched
Like the perfect little cat you are.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just purring thoughts
And pleasure-drenched stillness.
And when you’re ready—
Only when you’re ready—
You’ll count from one to three...
And gently return
To the waking world.
But until then...
You’re still a cat.
Free to stretch,
To play,
To be touched,
To be yours.
Enjoy it.
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