... mewled in worry.

A little mewl of fear escaped the small catgirl’s lips. “Stop that.” Tracy snapped and Luke found herself obediently quieting. Her tail curled and swayed in irritation as she looked from her curvaceously female body to Tracy’s masculine one. She was acutely aware of her nakedness. Her breasts. Her pussy. And she stared with avid interest at Tracy. She found her eyes drawn to his crotch hungrily.

“Prease... undo this.” She pleaded. She didn’t want to be a petgirl. A subhuman. She sensed that her life and wealth had been stolen. Possibly forever. The irony was she’d intended for Tracy to wear this body. Somehow she must have found out. She tugged nervously at her collar. Tracy exited and approached her.

“Undo this? But this was what you had planned for me... no my little fuckpet. Not ever. I’m Luke Kelvin now. You’re... Kat...” he laughed as he toyed with her breasts. Kat squirmed in arousal. Her body shivered as her nipples hardened and her hairless sex tingled moistly. “Hmmm. You do look sexy. I get why you wanted to make me into your sex kitten. To bad you’re my sex kitten though...” his hand moved down to toy with her pussy. Kat purred as She instinctively spread her legs. He turned her round and pushed her down onto all fours, her tail high, ass upturned, swollen sex exposed. “You know doggy stule seems wrong for a pussy like you...” he said as he ran his thick cock up her inner thigh. Luke nodded. Then the cock he was nestled at her lips. Luke stilled. “Do you want this pussy?”

Luke nodded uncertainly then gasped as the cock slid into her tight cunt. Back arched in feline rapture as she stretched and was filled. She whimpered and her vision swam as her expression grew mindless with pleasure. He started to fuck her. Luke lost herself in the coupling, a perfectly engineered fuck pet.