Last minute prepping.

The handler produced a simple leather collar and slipped it around my neck. I felt a mild pang of alarm at this but I was meant to be a pet to carry out this subterfuge and pets always wore collars - it was the law. Then I was leashed and the handler led me too a room of caged pets. Like me they were collared and subdued. They watched me with interest. Most were female. Cats, dogs, foxes, bunnies, cows and even a few reptiles. All former pets engineered to a more human form. I was the only human engineered to a pet form. I assumed...

I felt strangely intimidated as I was caged and I looked at my bowl of water, food, litter and bed with growing understanding of what I’d agreed too. I curled on my mat and watched the handler leave.

I was still in a state of shock I guess. The loss of my masculinity was not unexpected but... well I was acting like a pet. I bent down and licked my new sex, my body incredibly flexible, and a purr of contentment rumbled in my throat as my course tongue lapped at my clit. It felt incredible! I wanted more than this. Images of coupling in animalistic need flashed through my mind. Me in the female role, a sex kitten wanting to be taken. My purring intensified. I didn’t even hear him approach.

“Ah Luke, I see you’re exploring your new body. Don’t stop. Per your owner’s request you’re in heat and your libido has been drastically increased. You have the standard pet mental inhibitors that make you docile and obedient. Don’t fight them.”

I look up guiltily at his words. In heat? Does that means my owner wants to breed me?! “Meow?” I ask. Oh. Fuck. I can’t speak.

“What’s that girl? Timmy is trapped down the well?” He laughs at his lassie joke. “It was a last minute request. We didn’t think it worth mentioning...”

I’d not expected this. Oh god.