…and…

His eyes widened as he looked down at himself. He had always been a man, but now he was a woman. A petite, beautiful woman. A she. Property.

She was a pet. A pet. She couldn't believe it. She was a pet! Overwhelmed she started cry. How could this have happened? How could she have become a pet? The senator sat in the chamber, crying like a kitten.

“Ah. You’re awake Senator. You look so cute. A regular sex kitten…” The senator snapped her head up and glared through her tears at the woman who spoke from the open door. She was an attractive woman, with long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. The woman towered above her. She wore a business suit and a pair of glasses. She smiled at the senator.

The senator looked back down at herself, sobered by the contrast. Her breasts were large, round, and firm. Her stomach was flat and toned. There was a lithe, catlike grace to her musculature. She had a small waist, and her hips were somewhat wide and curvy. She felt a strange sensation between her legs, as though something was growing there.

The cat girl experimentally touched her nether lips and gasped.They were soft and plump. She ran her fingers over them and shuddered. She was wet. She was aroused. She was horny. She was a pet. She was a sex toy. And she wanted more.

The senator watched the woman approach. She was wearing a smile that made her look like a predator about to pounce. She moved slowly towards her, her hands moving sensually along her sides. The senator trembled. She was afraid. But she was also excited.

Her first thought was that she was going to be fucked by the woman. And… somehow she wanted it. Her body was a nervous jangle of raw sexual need. She wanted to be a pet, to be owned, to be fucked… to be bred. “What have you done to my mind?” She asked, her voice sounded odd to her new ears. Richer. Shr could hear her own heart beating like a hammer in her rib cage. Her ears twitched to focus on the woman and she could hear the humans heart beat, slow and measured. Calm and confident and predatory. She could smell the deliriously masculine scent on her clothes. Her former scent. “Huh?” Her teeth were sharp and it made talking a challenge.

The woman laughed. It was a rich, melodious sound. It was not a laugh of mirth or amusement. It was a laugh of possession. Of ownership. The woman approached her, smiling. The senator felt herself drawn to the woman.

The cat girl was hypnotized by the other woman as she inhaled her feminine scent. She could feel her newly acquired pussy getting wetter as her nipples crinkled and hardened pleasurably. The animal need drummed to the beat of her heart. She wanted to be fucked. To be bred. She wanted to be owned. She wanted to be a pet. She wanted to be a sex kitten. The woman reached out and slipped a collar around the cat girls neck and tightened it, tugging it. Then she clipped a leash to the collar. “Come along Senator. Your new owner wants to meet you.”

She said, taking the leash firmly in her hand and, with a tug she made the former Senator stand, leading the cat girl out of the chamber. The cat girl blinked and looked about nervously. Everything was so big now. So much bigger than before. She took a deep breath and followed the woman into the hall. The hall was dark and quiet. The cat girl shivered. She was cold. Her skin prickled with goose bumps.

The woman walked ahead of her. She could see the woman's figure outlined against the light streaming through the window behind her. She could hear the woman's steps echoing off the marble floor.