This is a rewrite of a story series I was working on. I will talk more about this at the end. There are a lot of story details and background fluff so I will split off where the real transformation happens if you want to skip ahead.
Ana was never good in crowds. Parties especially. It seemed that everyone else was able to push back their fears, their doubts, their ideations and ruminations and just move with the music. Others seemed so readily able to mingle, to show off their confidence, to put themselves out on display and make a show. For Ana though, there was the butterflies. Only a few minutes in and she would be in the bathroom in a panic, trying not to throw up. She didn’t want to be like this. She wanted to be able to follow her friends into a club, catching glances and enjoying herself. She couldn’t though. She was unaugmented.
A few years back scientists in Germany had a breakthrough in genetic modification. No longer were they cloning sheep or making larger oranges but instead implanting DNA into humans. No one had yet created a reasonably reliable synthetic DNA chain, but animals gave significant contributions. The German team speculated using the genes from horses to build lean muscle in athletes, or genes from lobsters to slow aging. However, they also gave a much more interesting proposal. Introversion, though not a disorder, was not always desirable, by an individual or those around them. The scientists figured that there were animals bred and effectively genetically engineered to be social: pets. In particular, the genes from cats and dogs were especially targeted. Multiple companies jumped at this idea. Self help and confidence training was already a large market, and this was an opportunity to sell a solution. Gene clinics offered injections within a year, but these first trials were spotty. Individuals became more social in general, but also tended to lean towards subservience as the injections continued. These individuals took on characteristic animal ears and tails and occasionally even would go into heat. The elevated lust and subservient attitude led to the first batch of human hybrid pets. They were effectively sex slaves, and in high demand. Courts did argue over whether this treatment was humane, but the subjects spoke to the contrary. These pets were happy to serve, happy to be used, and happy to be owned.
Everyone knew about the pets, but few had honestly seen one. It took many doses of the injections to reach that stage and few pushed past perhaps one or two just to feel a little more confident and daring. In fact, the ads wrote themselves. Who wouldn’t want to be a sultry, mysterious cat? Ana wondered that herself after washing off her face in the bathroom, the music of the club still pounding in her ears. She had held off getting the injections even as so many of her friends and the personalities on TV had. Maybe she had been just too prude in holding back. Maybe she just wanted to let go of the thoughts in her head and dance. Maybe she’d want to feel a random man’s hand running up her body instead of her friend’s. Ana bit her lip. Maybe it was time.
The next day, she had barely woken up before anxiety started to fight her. Was she really going to do this? She sat up to banging headache and a mess of her clothes thrown across her room. Without the pet injections, alcohol was her liquid courage, but it had its side effects which Ana could clearly see now. She pulled the blanket aside and stood up, her lithe figure proudly on display. Ana could see she must have torn off her underwear when crawling into bed last night. She went into last night with a desire for a cute guy to pick her up and show her all the things that she had never had the chance to experience, all the sensual things that her friends could never stop talking about. It was a pipe dream though. Ana didn’t have the presence to make a guy approach her or the confidence to approach them, so she must have just played with herself thinking of the fantasy again. She cupped her breasts in her hands. Even without much in the way of self confidence she could tell she wasn’t ugly: a trim figure, nice curves, horrifically average. She just didn’t have the ‘fuck me’ look that the other girls had, or the subtle sway of the hips. She wanted it. Ana wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be felt. She was determined to get the injection.
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She had passed by the gene clinic before walking to work. She had seen the ads on the giant screen outside. She had seen the long lines outside the building, but she never expected to be in that line. She stood silently in her place, staring down at the pavement, hands buried in her baggy sweatshirt. She had her hood up to protect against a light drizzle of rain, but a tuft of dirty blonde hair came out the front and nearly obstructed one of her hazel-colored eyes. Twenty minutes in line, a nervous encounter at the front desk and about ten more in the waiting room was all that was needed to get her into the procedure room. It was sterile white with a single operating chair. It reminded Ana more of a dentist than a state-of-the-art gene clinic. Ana sat down and nervously racked her fingers against the chair waiting for the nurse. Ana had already picked her procedure at the front desk, a single cat injection, and all she needed was for the nurse to administer it. The process was streamlined to handle as many customers as they could, and the nurse was soon out with a needle in hand. The nurse even had signs of getting the treatments herself, a perk of the job, Ana thought. She braced for the injection and closed her eyes as the needle broke skin and a surprisingly warm sensation started to take over.
It felt as if Ana was submerged in a warm pool. It was unexpected and unexpectedly nice. Ana basked in the feeling as the warmth invaded into her head. She felt like, for one reason or another, everything was fine. She felt that something or someone was here to care for her and she could finally pull off the weighty shell that she had held for so long. She felt like there was a million topics she wanted to talk about, things that hardly crossed her mind before. She imagined those guys in the club last night and all the ways that she could spark up a conversation, get a drink, start dancing, let them look over her body… Ana writhed in her seat thinking about being right in the center of the dance floor, rolling her hips, giving sultry looks to anyone who passed her by. She was so preoccupied in her fantasy she couldn’t tell that her nipples were getting hard, and that she hadn’t worn a bra to the clinic. Ana moved her hands instinctively between her legs, cooing as an intoxicating new pleasure was rolling through her body. She wanted to be seen, wanted to be noticed, wanted to be taken, wanted to be used. It didn’t matter by whom. She opened her eyes to disappointment: the room was empty besides her. She stood up to an unfamiliar jiggle on her chest. Looking down Ana could see that not only was her nipples still hard, but her breasts had definitely grown to fill her once baggy sweatshirt. She pulled down her hoodie to check her head. It was not a very common occurrence, but some individuals do get their pet ears from their first few injections. The ears were a sure sign of a pet and basically an invitation to be used or groped by anyone in public. Thankfully, Ana could just feel her normal head of hair. She turned her attention back to her body, still pulsing with heat. She felt good, much better than she expected. These injections may just be addictive.
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First off, thanks for reading. This story is one that I developed for a friend that has turned into a bit of a fictional universe I wanted to better flesh out. I want to say sorry for those asking for updates to the original. I really like this story but I am still not 100% convinced I have the chops to tell it how I want. This is an attempt to start anew with a slower start that should get everyone more invested in our main character Ana. I want this to be a relatable story so people can really dive into the character and enough the sexual catharsis as much as she does. Or at least that is the hope. Either way, enough rambling from me. Thanks for the read and I will try to write more soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k9m68t/pet_rewrite_prologue_f_transformation
This story is such a turn on . I cant wait to read more of it