A Pet (Part 2) [corruption] [transformation] [mf]

This is part 2. Part 1 can be found here:

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When she finally came to, it was in a frenzy. She knew that she needed to get up, needed to fend off the doctor from controlling her and injecting her again. She needed to go home, or just to go somewhere, anywhere from here. She was up out of bed, ready to defend herself, but the doctor wasn’t there. The room was empty besides her, the bed, a bookshelf, and a desk. There was a set of neatly folded clothes on the desk and a note: Wear Me. Besides that was a glass of water. Presumably instructions were not needed to know what to do with that. She wanted to refuse the clothes but the patient gown had a habit of being much more revealing that she wanted. Also, if she wanted any chance to escape here, and get home after that, it would do her well not to do so dressed like this. She glanced at the door before stripping. Just the gown was hanging off of her curvy body and as she lifted it over her head, she surprised herself at just how good it felt to run her hands over her own naked body. Her heart was racing to escape though and she ignored the feeling and got dressed into a pair of tight fitting jeans and an athletic top, still with no underwear. With that finished she rushed her way out of the room, assuming it was alarmed in some way, and ran her way back out and onto the streets.

The air was refreshing and it appeared to be midday. She didn’t quite know how long she had been held in that building. She started again to run pushing herself to make it far enough away that the doctor or anyone else could take advantage of her. A few expertly chosen turns down a few expertly chosen alleys was all she thought that she needed to be rid of it forever. She noticed people watching her as she ran. She assumed that it may just be odd to see someone running full speed through the streets but she became acutely aware of just how much her breasts swung as she ran. Without a bra or much anything else in the way, it must have been a show to people on the streets. She didn’t hate the idea of them looking as much as she would have liked.

She felt as though she had gotten far enough away though, and made her way to a bus stop to make it the rest of the way home. While she waited she thought to herself that she just needed to get home, to sleep it off, and that the second injection didn’t have as much of an effect as they had said. Maybe she had gotten off easy, or was immune. It didn’t matter, she wanted to get home, to get back. Nothing else was in her mind. At least until she boarded anyway.

The bus was mostly empty aside from a mom with noisy kids, a sleeping elderly man, and a much younger, much more handsome man. He took immediate notice of her boarding, and looked up at her with attentive eyes. She, in turn, noticed the gaze, noticed the man, and her mind began to trail away. Why had she wanted to go home? Who was the man in front of her? Why was he staring? Why was the word master running again and again in her mind? Her body was on autopilot, no thought could make it through anymore and without thinking, she sat right next to the young man. He smiled lightly as she sat down and looked down at a book. Her mind returned to her. Why was she sitting with this man? It didn’t matter, she just needed to get home. She could think clearly then. She just needed to get home. She just needed to get home. She just needed to- why was his hand on my thigh? Was it intentional? Was it an accident? Would he go further? Would anyone notice? Would he notice that she didn’t have panties on? What would he do when he noticed? The word master was ringing in her head again.

He leaned in towards her ear and whispered:

“I don’t see many new pets nowadays. Where’s your master?”

In an instant, her mind was racing, how had he known she took the injections, but then she felt one of the man’s hands reach up and caress her head, but it wasn’t the same. She had left the facility in such a rush that she didn’t notice the start of pet ears forming on her head. Everyone on the streets would have been able to see that she was a pet, or becoming one, and more enticingly, without a master in sight. He pinched her still forming ears and whispered again:

“It doesn’t look like someone has had the pleasure of breaking you in yet. *I* could be your master.”

The word made her shutter

“M-master..?”

He smiled and moved his hand further up her leg. Her mind was in a downward spiral. Thoughts were getting harder and harder and what remained were fantasies of all the things this stranger could do to her on the bus. All the ways she would have to hide her lust, hide her moans. She knew she had to resist though. She pushed her arm back.

“N-no…”

It was meek, hardly any resistance at all, lust drenching her voice. The stranger seemed to notice. He moved one hand to her neck and the other directly over her crotch.

“I’m not sure you understand. You are a pet. An unfinished pet, but a pet. It would cost me a year’s salary to buy one of you, but you fell right into my lap. Pets don’t go out without their masters either. You don’t have one yet, but you will soon.”

His hand sunk into her jeans. Immediately he could notice that she wasn’t wearing panties, and that she was very, very wet. He gripped her neck harder as he rubbed his hand over her pussy.

For her, each touch made her melt, her resistance was getting smaller and smaller by the second. Her thoughts became clouded more and more with desires. More fantasies of this stranger, him taking her home, bending her over, using her. Her conscious mind was quickly being overtaken and she hardly had time to tear up before breaking into shaky breathing, then moaning. The thought circled around her head that this might be her life: being a pet, a toy, a slave. A lot of her hated that idea; a lot of her loved it. But then, someone else entered the bus: it was the doctor. He walked his way to the back of the bus, first looking worried, then angry. He approached the duo in their seats.

“She isn’t yours.”

The doctor was by no means a big man, and didn’t look like much of a fighter but seemed to be putting in some effort to appear tough. The other man wasn’t buying it.

“She sat by *me*! Pets live for attention and I am just giving it to her.”

The doctor stood up straight.

“Oh? Well, let’s ask her.”

She was surprised by this, still in a haze of desire. No words would come out but her conscious mind to manage a nod no. The doctor smiled.

“There’s her answer. I hope that you’ll be a decent human being and let her go without raping the poor girl.”

The stranger stood up.

“*She* is no girl, she is a pet!”

The doctor maintained his stance and pulled the sex-drunk girl to her feet.

“Then *I’m* her master”

The doctor led the girl off the bus. All the while her mind was racing as her thoughts began to return. She wasn’t sure if she was impressed by the doctor for saving her, or if she was even being saved at all. She also couldn’t help shaking the thought that when the doctor said that he was her master that her knees went weak and he did look more attractive than she remembered. As they got off the bus, her rational mind came back, reminding her of what he had done, how this was his fault. She felt worried. The bus rode off and the doctor spoke

“Try to follow the alleyways back to your house. Any attention like that could lead to another unpleasant episode.”

She blinked, surprised. He wasn’t grabbing her. He wasn’t pulling her into an alley to make sure that he was her master. It was equally relieving and frustrating. He spoke again,

“Also, take this. You don’t need anyone else seeing those new ears of yours.”

He handed her a beanie. She was wrapped in thought about how it was a cute one that complemented her outfit. But, then again, of course master would pick a good one. Even now her thoughts were fighting her. The doctor then patted her head and began to walk off, but turned around one last time.

“Be sure to come back to the lab when you are ready. Master will be waiting.”

She started to walk in the opposite direction before he was finished but she had heard every word. The walk back would be plagued with questions. Why the hell would he think that she would come back? Why would she ever come back? Why *wouldn’t* she ever come back? Would she be rewarded if she did? What would the other injections do? What would master do? She couldn’t help but look back, see if he was watching, see if he was still there. But he was gone, back to the lab. She needed to think.

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Thanks for the good feedback guys. I wasn’t sure if erotic writing was something I was any good at but after some modest success, I decided to put out part 2. Feedback is appreciated, part 3 will be out sometime soon. Corona has me stuck at home and I’ve been a bit of a horndog lately.

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