"Strip"

Jennifer lets out a huge sigh, as if she's been waiting for that instruction this whole time. "Thank you."

Quickly and easily she stands and pulls down her dress, into a pile of fabric at her feet. And there she is, nude, amazing, her shaved pussy looking quite moist, her hard nipples pointing right at you. It's a sight to behold. And it's all yours.

Your cock feels like it's about to burst free from your pants. You decide to help it along. You get up from behind your desk, undoing your pants. Jennifer stares at your bulging crotch, knowing she's about to see her future.

And then she does. You pull your cock out, hard and throbbing, ready to go. Jennifer's smile curls larger than it even was before and she drops to her knees almost instinctively.

This is amazing. Is this what all women have been learning to do while you've been away at the Retreat?

But it's not right. This is what comes naturally to her. And this process of transformation isn't about doing what comes naturally. It's about redefining what comes naturally. So you shake your head and say. "No."

Jennifer frowns. But that will pass soon, you're sure of it.

"Get on all fours." you say. And Jennifer smiles. See, you were right.

She does just that, getting on all fours, presenting her wonderful ass to you. You kneel down before it, your cock ready to push in. You touch her flesh with your hand and spread her ass cheeks, spitting in between them several times. She yelps each time your spit hits her tight but eager asshole.

And then you hold up your cock and slide it in. Her asshole opens for you as if it was made for you. And actually, now that you think about it, it was.

"Do you know why I didn't want to fuck your throat?" You ask as you start to thrust.

"No... Sir."

"I wanted your mouth free, so you could recite a mantra." You say quickly trying to think of a mantra to give her.

"Yes.... Sir." She answers, panting from all the pumping you're doing in her ass.

And this is what you make her say as your flesh slaps against hers:

"I am a fuck pet now... My only purpose is... for fucking. I will fuck whoever... and whatever... and whenever... and however... my owner instructs me. I only know the word "yes".... from now on.... My owner is right... If I disagree with him... I am wrong. After all.... I was not made for thinking.... I was made for fucking... I will transform my body... and my mind... for my owner. I am his... I am his fuck pet... and it is the greatest thing... I will ever be."

You explode inside her tight, wonderful ass, and slap it as you cum. She squeals.

You tell her she may put on her dress and go back to her hotel. No need to parade her around naked... yet. No need to keep her at your place permanently... yet. You'll get there.

Before she walks out the door, her dress hangning on her frame poorly, she turns to you. "Thank you, Sir."

"For what?" You ask.

"For helping me fulfill my real purpose."

___

That night as you lie in bed contemplating what transpired between you and Jennifer something curious happens. Rydell texts you a video. It's a video Jennifer has taken of herself talking the the camera.

She whispers. "Hi everyone! Jennifer Garner here. I'm about to embark on an amazing journey. I'm about to transform myself into a pet, and I'm gonna show you how it's the best thing a gal can do. I'll keep you posted with updates. Bye!"

Hmmmm. You're not sure how you feel about this. It's not a terrible idea, if her whole purpose is to convince the country of the greatness of her transformation. Then again, you didn't give her permission to do anything of the sort.