... found herself loving it.

For a fleeting moment the catgirl struggled against the pleasure of her new existence. Kat had known the full extent of the mental changes the transformation into an Anthropet would enforce. Submissiveness. High libido. Obedience. Acceptance. A desire to please. But she had been a man. To be reduced so quickly to this. It scared and... thrilled her. She had been powerful and controlling. The opposite was utterly arousing. Her hips moved with animalistic, instinctive need to meet each thrust of her masters thick cock. Master. She was his property. Her pussy literally buzzed at the thought. Her breasts bounced and her tail curled about his waist trying to make him fuck her harder. With a chuckle he obliged. Her arms gave out and she found her upper body sprawling forwards, sensitive breasts mashing into the carpet beneath her tiny chest. Feline mewls of utter abandon escaped her lips. She started to cum, a grande mal thing of complete sensory and sensual overload where she could not focus, could not think, could barely breath as her shuddering cunt pulsed pleasure through her tiny feline body. Her owner gripped her hips firmly as her legs gave out and he fucked her senseless through her wild orgasm. Under his masterful control a second orgasm wracked her body. Then another. And another. Kat was reduced to a drooling, leaking, hot, horny, mindless fuck toy. Her mind was flooded with endorphins as it imprinted on her master. Then he came. She let out a cry and her body reacted, her cunt spasmodically twitching and milking his shaft, her body pressing back into his to get every drop deep in her womb. Carnal instinct and the innate urge to breed ruled her as he filled her depths with his seed.

“Good girl,” he said as he slid out of her silken depths. A flood of jism and juices flowed from her as she panted in a hot sweaty tangle of limbs. She curled up to keep his seed in her. To ensure impregnating. The small part of Luke, the masculine self image, struggled to the fore. And she swallowed as she realised she wanted more. Needed more. Like an addict. She bit her lip at the realisation.

“Thank you master,” she purred obediently. Is she didn’t change back soon she might never want too. Would that be such a bad thing.

“Oh. It was my pleasure. You deserve this you know...” he observed. Then he gripped her collar and dragged her to a cage and pushed her inside. “I can’t really afford to keep you here though. You’re a cunning cunt. You might figure out how to undo this. Best to sell you... to some place far away where you’ll never have the opportunity to escape your new body. I think you’ll be a hit in the United Arab Emerites. They are big fans of our product...” he chuckled.

Kat cried. “Please. Don’t. I want to serve you. Master.” She begged.