Family

As you struggle to move on all fours, the sound of footsteps echoes through the room, growing louder with each passing moment. The footsteps are followed by the murmur of voices, and you can sense of curiosity emanating from the speakers. The automated voice, now silent, is replaced by the sound of voices.

You recognize your family's voices, Your mother's voice is the first to reach your ears, "Oh, wow. The proceess is quite elaborate, isn't it?" Her tone is laced with a mix of fascination and apprehension. Your stepfather's response is more measured, "Yes, the attire protocol is quite... comprehensive."

Suddenly, a faint giggle echoes through the room, followed by the sound of light footsteps. "Mira, be gentle" your mother cautions, her voice firm but gentle. Your stepsister's laughter is clear, and you can sense her excitement and curiosity. The footsteps stop in front of you, and you feel a presence looming over your prone form.

Your stepfather's voice causes youbtonturn your head towards him, "As you can see, the protocol has been successfully initiated. The restraints and binders will ensure... compliance." His words are laced with a detached air, as if he's discussing a mere object rather than a family member.

Your mother's voice is softer, but no less firm, "We've discussed this at length, and we're all in agreement. This is for your own good." The sound of her words is accompanied by the rustling of fabric as she kneels beside you, brushing your hooded head.

Your stepsister, Mira, can't contain her excitement, "Can I play with her yet?"

Mira's follows your mother's lead, her fingers touch your hooded head, and you feel her delicate fingers tracing the outline of the leather that covers your face. Her touch is gentle, and you can sense her excitement and curiosity as she explores the strange contraption that has transformed you into a submissive creature. You can hear her quick, shallow breaths as she takes in the sight of you, and you imagine her wide eyes peering at you through the darkness of the hood.

"Wow, this is so cool!" she exclaims, her voice filled with wonder. "Can she see anything through that thing?" she asks, directing her question to your mother.

Your mother's voice is gentle, yet firm, as she responds to Mira's question, "No, sweetie, the hood is designed to block out all light. She can't see anything right now." Mira's fingers continue to explore the leather hood, tracing the edges and seams with fascination.

As Mira's fingers brush against the metal ring that holds your mouth wide open, you feel a slight jolt of anxiety. The metal is cold and unforgiving, a constant reminder of your vulnerability.

Finally you try to speak, "why", it comes out distorted, you not able to close your lips to properly for the word.

"Why?", your mother asks, looking for confirmation. You nod vigorously.

Your stepfather's voice takes on a slightly disapproving tone, "because, you were a failure as a son, always disappointing us with your lack of discipline and responsibility." The words cut through the air, echoing off the cold floor as he stands over you, his presence looming large. Your mother's gentle touch on your shoulder is a stark contrast to the harshness of his words, but even her comforting gesture can't alleviate the sting of his rebuke.

Your stepsister's voice cuts through the tension, her tone laced with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. "I'm the one who suggested you for the pet program, you know," she says, her words dripping with a sense of pride and ownership. "I thought it would be perfect for you. You've always been... different." Her voice is like a gentle breeze on a summer day, but the words themselves are laced with a subtle venom.

As your stepsister's words hang in the air, you sense a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle change in the dynamics of the room. Your brothers, Alex and Mike, who had been quietly observing the scene unfold, now step forward, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of excitement and superiority. Alex, your younger brother speaks up,"Hey, we'll take good care of our family pet."

Mike, your older brother, nods in agreement," we'll take care of all your needs, and you'll take care of ours." He says, his voice dripping with an air of superiority as he gazes down at you.

You feel a surge of humiliation as you realize the true extent of your situation. Your family members are no longer treating you as one of their own, but rather as a possession, a pet to be cared for and controlled.

As you lie there, helpless and bound, you begin to feel a growing sense of discomfort. The leather binders dig into your skin, and the metal collar chafes against your neck. You try to shift your position, but the restraints hold you firm. Suddenly, you feel a warm sensation spreading through your crotch, and you realize with horror that you're getting wet.

Mira's eyes sparkle with mischief as she reaches down and shoves her finger in your pussy. You let out a yelp, as her fingers explore you. The warm sensation you felt moments before is now fully realized as you moan through your gag.

As quickly as she started, she stops. Mira's eyes sparkle with mischief as she holds up her fingers, glistening with your juices, for everyone to see. The room falls silent, with all eyes fixed on the evidence of your arousal. Your mother's expression remains stoic, but a faint blush rises to her cheeks. Your stepfather's face twists into a mixture of confirmation and satisfaction, while your brothers exchange a look of excitement and curiosity.

Alex takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on Mira's fingers, and says "damn she...our new pet is excited about her new role"

Mira nods, a sly grin spreading across her face, as she begins to dip her fingers in your mouth. Unable to close your mouth as she cleans your juices from her fingers

"See daddy, I told you she'd be a good pet", Mira exclaims.

Your family's agreement is palpable, their faces a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Your stepfather nods, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face, "Yes, it seems our new pet is eager to please." Your mother's expression remains stoic, but her eyes betray a hint of curiosity, as she gazes at you with a newfound interest. Your brothers, Alex and Mike, exchange a look of excitement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, as their cocks grow in their pants.

"You'll need a new name, anyone have any ideas?, Mike asks the rest of the family.

Alex looks at you with a mischievous grin. "I think we should call her 'kitty'!" he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Mira rolls her eyes, "That's so cliché, Alex. Can't we think of something more original?"

Your mother chimes in, "How about 'Luna'? It's a pretty name, and it suits her." Your stepfather nods, "I like it. Luna it is, then." The family nods in agreement, and Mira smiles, "Welcome to the family, Luna."