yes

You stand there in the bathroom contemplating your situation, frozen with indecision as your father stops outside the door. "Just a moment I am almost done" the words leap from your mouth and you kick yourself internally realizing your voice is different.

"Gwen? Is that you?" You dad questions.

"Y-yes, I am Gwen! Could you clear the Hallway for me...ah, someone didn't restock the towels and I don't want to put dirty clothes on." You lie.

"alright, but make it quick" he says. You go to open the door but pause as through your heightened sense of hearing allows you to know he isn't moving. He is waiting for you, no not you Gwen! He plans to watch his daughter scamper naked to her room! 'pig' you think 'maybe Gwen is right about girls having it harder if even your own father is perving on her.' seeing no way out you decide to bite the bullet and open the door.

As soon as the door is open your father moves into the bathroom blocking you in, closing and locking the door. He eyes you with lust taking in your naked form. "Your not Gwen, your not even completely human. But you are beautiful. So beautiful what are you? Where did you come from?" He questions. You step back to gain distance but he steps forward until you are pinned to the wall with your father starting into your eyes. His musky scent, piercing gaze, and commanding voice combined create an air of authority that your body responds to with arousal, your pussy becoming wet and ready for him. Your mind blanks, your curse urges you to submit and become his. Silence hangs in the air, the tension growing with each second past. His strong hands clasp your shoulders and he holds you in place against the walls. your ears fold back and your posture slumps in submission. "Answer me!" He commands. And you answer.

"I'm John, I have been transformed by a witch." You hastily reply. He stares into your eyes as if searching them for the truth.

"Sit!" He orders. You comply sitting on the edge of the bath tub. He never takes his eyes of you as he picks up your phone and reads your the texts from the witch. You open your mouth to ask him to let you leave but he silences you with a look And finishes reading. He eyes you, observing, his expression unreadable. suddenly and without warning he begins to undress, quickly striping to his birthday suit. You try to protest but he silences you with a kiss. His arms wrap around you and pull you close. His Musk is so strong at this poximaty, and you find yourself unable to fight the curses urge to obey and imprint On a strong mate. your eyes water, these tears the last resistance you can muster and you know your fate is in your fathers hands. "a submissive little catgirl. I would call it a foolish and impossible fantasy, but with you here I front of me... How can I refuse" he whispers into your ear both mocking the man that you were and letting you know his intentions. He pushes you against the counter in front of the mirror your back turned to him as he bends you over the counter. you see him in the mirror positioning himself behind you and readying to take you. His reflection smiles as you feel his erection rubbing against your slit.

"Dad, please..." Is all you can muster to say. Your tail sways around skirting across your fathers chest. His right hand begins scratching and rubbing behind your ears. The feeling is ecstacy as his fingers bring you a pleasure you never could have felt as a human. His left hand strokes your back before he reaches it around and begins to play with your perky breasts. You gasp and moan, caught in a state of of ecstasy as you cum from his ministrations. Tears flow down your face as you moarn your lost masculinity and wait for the loss of your virginity. You watch him in the mirror seeing the proud look on his face as he pushes his love stick deep into your soaking honey hole. Your face contorts into a state of ecstasy and you watch his reflection pound into you with each thrust surging through you creating a carnel pleasure you didn't know was possible.

"Well, John you were a disappointing son. But at least your making up for that." With those words he stops being gentle. Pushing your face down and holding you in place by your neck. Held in place like this you quickly realized that even if you had the will power to fight you no longer are I a position to do so physically. He continues plowing into you, each powerful thrust creating equal parts pleasure and pain. You cum again and again, your strength sapped by pleasure as your body responds and relaxes in his grasp. Mind and body you have surrendered. This is the master you will serve for the rest of your life. Your fathers thrusts become more erratic as he approaches his own climax. You cum again as you feel the splash of his Seman against your womb, spurt after spurt of hot liquid baby batter fills you gut and begining you new life. You feel it your mind warping and imprinting on your new master. You smile knowing you are blessed to know your purpose, not everyone gets to know why they exist but you do. You exist to love and serve your mate and to bear children that will exist to love an serve their masters in turn. Joy and pride fill you, as what you once called a curse now blessing you with this comforting clarity.

"Thank you! daddy? Master?"

Epilogue

20 years past you have become a proper servant to your family. Your mother was pleased to have a maid and sex ****, you hadn't realized how perverted she was. Your sister goes off to college becoming a great success that your parents are proud of. Your identity as John was never revealed as far as your mother and sister are concerned you simply disappeared. They did not seem very broken up about it and when the topic of john dose come up they echo your fathers words in calling him a disappointment. The first batch of Your children born in litters of between 2-4 have begun to reach adulthood, and have been legally recognized as a sub- human species and sold to various people around the world. Your father having sensed opportunity has been keeping you constantly pregnant. You want to be upset by all this but cannot muster the any anger. Being the mother of a new race is a wonderful Destiny. Your childrens free will be a fleeting thing to be sniffed out just as yours was by a mate willing to **** themselfs on them, forcing them to imprint on their new masters and share in your fate of spreading a race of submissive cat people around the globe.

Your curse has given you a wonderful end!

And the world a new beginning...