Claire glared at the socks on her bed. Her underwear, miniskirt, and tank-top were easy enough to put on, but the socks were always problematic. She cautiously grabbed one and shuddered. The cloth made her fingers tingle, and she could already feel her body heating up.

“Grrr...”

The blonde lifted her leg up and quickly plunged her foot inside the sock. The warm sensation sped its way up her toes all the way to right above her knee. It built there, slowly stewing, until finally she felt her panties get wet. She moaned lightly and curled her fingers into a fist. After a few deep breaths, she grabbed the other sock.

“Fucking Melanie. Making me live like this....”

Claire took a deep breath and braced herself as she put on the other sock. She fell back onto her bed and squirmed. Coos parted her lips, and she struggled to stop herself from reaching into her panties to start masturbating. Every morning for the past month had been like this. She had tried to put her clothes on in every order, and this was the best she could do. The few times she put her socks on before her panties, she ended up losing half her day to masturbation.

She learned the best way to cope with her “affliction” was to simply not wear socks, but every time she saw a woman with pantyhose or knee socks, she felt a craving to put some on herself. It was like an addiction, with sexual frustration as a withdrawal symptom.

Claire slipped on high heels and frowned. She had a date with Melanie. Another chance at hopefully getting a fix for all of this. Melanie had been tempting her for a while now, and Claire realized she was probably just leading her on. Still, all she could do was try.

Not that trying was really that effective, Melanie seemed to have no sense of shame, and would use any underhanded tactic to win. She would even perfume her socks, which made it so easy for Claire to let her head swim as she rubbed against the woman’s legs.

Claire shook her head. If she was getting this excited before Melanie even came to pick her up, she was in trouble. She sighed as she resigned herself to her fate and stepped onto her porch. She didn’t have to wait long until a familiar Lamborghini pulled up. The horn honked as if Claire hadn’t noticed, and she quickly ran down her steps.

“Hey, Melanie,” Claire said as she opened the door. Melanie’s tan had almost faded from their week together in Hawaii, though the slightly darker skin allowed her a certain radiance that otherwise wasn’t there. The woman’s long black hair didn’t contrast as much with her skin, making it easier to look at her entire figure rather than being drawn to either her skin or her hair. Claire was still dark, and since they spent a bit of time on a nude beach, she didn’t have any tan lines to speak of. It was almost a bit disappointing seeing Melanie’s tall and endowed figure clothed again.

“Hey, kitten.” Melanie grinned as Claire sat down.

“...what?” Claire glared at Melanie. “No one has ever called me ‘kitten.’”

“Oh?” Melanie smiled. “I think it’s a great name for you.”

“Right....” Claire’s eyes narrowed. “Where are we going today, anyways?”

“Oh, just to work. I have something I want to show you.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Claire’s eyes brightened. Maybe this was the day she was going to escape her sock fetish.

Melanie chuckled as she kicked off her right pump and reached down. Claire’s eyes instantly focused on her socked foot. It was happening again, just like every other day for just over the past month. Melanie took her sock off and dangled it between herself and Claire.

“It’s a secret, but you can play with this until we get there.” Melanie pressed the sock against Claire’s cheek. The blonde grabbed the sock and started rubbing it against her face. The warm, soft cotton was like paradise, and Melanie’s perfume comforted her. She started to rub her thighs together on instinct.

“Come on, kitten, you know better than to masturbate in here.”

“Yes Melanie!” Claire’s voice came out as a delicate whisper, even though she was aiming for excitement. Melanie had trained her to become well-mannered and obedient whenever Claire was touching one of her socks, but no matter how much she normally loathed the idea, she simply couldn’t stop herself. She thought of absolutely nothing but the cotton material and the woman it belonged to. She would do anything for Melanie as long as she got to feel this sensation.

Time drifted away as small sounds of fulfillment parted Claire’s lips. She simply continued to caress and nuzzle the sock as if it were the single most precious thing in the world. When it was suddenly taken from her, she blinked a few times and looked around. “...damn you.”

“Oh, come on, you looked so happy!” Melanie stifled her laughter as she put her sock and shoe back on.

“Hmph!” Claire reached for the handle and stepped out of the car. The trip to Melanie’s office had become almost iconic to Claire. It almost always meant she was going to wind up under Melanie’s desk, mindlessly nuzzling against the woman’s feet. Meetings had been held right over her head before, but her admiration was silent. No one ever seemed to noticed she was there.

“Cheer up. This isn’t going to be a typical day.” Melanie threw her office doors open and strutted in. “I have a surprise for you, a really good one. Go ahead, take a seat,” she said as she pointed to the chair across from her desk.

Melanie dug around inside her desk while Claire practiced looking indignant and stubborn. Part of her hoped Melanie was going to free her, but she knew that possibility was remote, probably non-existent.

“Close your eyes.”

“Fine.” Claire resigned herself with a sigh and shut her eyes tight. She heard a drawer shut, and the scent of Melanie’s perfume filled her nostrils. Melanie tilted Claire’s head back onto her breasts, and Claire was reminded that the suit actually hid how supple Melanie’s form was. She rubbed the back of her head against Melanie’s breasts as memories of late nights in Hawaii flashed before her eyes.

Melanie’s fingers ran through her hair and down her scalp. She tilted Claire’s head forward and lifted her hair up. With Claire’s neck bare, she slipped a collar on, and at a jingle, Claire opened her eyes. She looked straight down and noticed a bell that looked like it belonged on a cat collar.

“...No! No, no, no! I am not wearing this!”

There was a click as Claire protested. “Too bad. It’s locked. I doubt even the jaws of life will be able to get you out of this one.”

“Grr! Dammit, Melanie! I’m not your pet!” Claire yelled as she reached up and struggled with the collar. The bell jingled and bounced around as Claire tried to pry it off her neck, but no amount of effort even so much as stretched the collar. It was practically skin tight and felt smooth to the touch, similar to leather. It vibrated just slightly when she pressed it, like something was moving inside it.

“You’re just going to hurt yourself, kitten.” Melanie’s smug voice sent Claire over the edge. She hopped up and hurried to the door. “Awww, where are you going, I thought we could have a bit of fun.”

“No! Fuck you! I’m not your pet!” Claire walked out and slammed the door behind her with the bell jingling the entire time. Claire stood at the door, trying to calm herself down. She took several deep breaths, and her face started to cool down. She took one step and heard the jingle of the bell. “DAMMIT!” Her face turned red in anger as she stomped down the halls. Melanie’s receptionist hardly glanced up from her work, but that didn’t stop Claire from shooting her a glare.

Claire gripped the bell on her collar as she stepped onto the bus. She flashed her bus pass and went to find a seat. The bell jingled, causing several people to look around wondering what it was until they noticed it came from Claire.

“Hey, Claire!” Amy called from a seat toward the back of the bus.

Claire was shocked to see Amy in a pantsuit. She didn’t waste time joining her ex-classmate, and her bell attracted even more attention as it kept ringing. “Hey, Amy, what are you up to?” As much as it made Claire happy that Amy wasn’t exposing her cleavage and legs like she used to, she already missed the eye candy.

“Well, I have to do a bunch of leg work meeting people because my new boss thinks I’m ‘personable’ or something.” Amy rolled her eyes. “It’s weird. At first I thought my new boss hated me. She looked at me just once, and I swore I thought she was going to fire me.”

“Ah, ‘she.’”

Amy nodded. “Yeah, she doesn’t let me wear my cute outfits. It’s really not fair.” Amy’s brown hair bobbed as she exaggerated her movements. “Though, I guess it isn’t all bad. We’re all getting a bonus if productivity stays up.”

Claire crossed her arms and relaxed on the bus seat. “Well, that’s good. Sounds like you’re doing a lot better professionally, at least. Got promoted from eye candy and all.” Claire grinned, but her satisfaction was cut short as the bus jerked, and her bell jingled.

Amy’s eyes caught sight of it immediately. Claire could practically feel Amy’s eyes going from the bell, to the collar, and then around Claire’s neck. “Oh my god, that’s so cute! It’s like a little kitty collar!”

“N-No it isn’t!”

“It is too!” Amy grabbed the bell on Claire’s collar and playfully tugged, bringing Claire’s head down. “That really is just adorable. It fits you so well too.”

Claire yanked her head back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, it’s just that you were always, you know, catty.”

“Oh, I was not. At least, not more than any other college girl.” Claire made eye contact with Amy and saw something strange. Normally Amy was kind of wide eyed with a ditzy questioning look on her face, but now there was a hint of raw ambition. The kind of ambition that leads a capable, though lazy, woman to wear revealing clothes just to get a head up.

“You know who I talked to since you gave me that wonderful foot rub?”

“That’s a strange thing to bring up out of nowhere.” Claire eyed Amy. She was definitely up to something.

“Lily.” A grin spread across Amy’s face as Claire scooted away from her.

“Oh. Well, shit.” Claire said.

“Yep. She told me all about your new...” Amy savored the pause, “...fetish.”

“I am going to have to kill that girl for telling you my secret.” Claire’s face turned red. “You’re going to take advantage of this, aren’t you?”

Amy’s smile faltered for a moment before a grin repainted her face. She started nodding as she took out a cell phone from her purse. Claire looked between her and it while Amy dialed. “Hey, can you tell Ms. Beckison that I need to take the rest of the day off? I ran into a friend who I need to catch up with. It’s really important.” Amy paused while the person on the other end spoke. “Thank you.” She hung up and put her cell phone back.”

Claire started to panic. Amy was certainly very attractive, but she never imagined herself at a disadvantage against her. “Now, come on. You’re wearing an expensive suit. You don’t want to ruin it, do you?”

Again, Amy’s grin was wiped off her face. She snatched the bell hanging from Claire’s collar, and the smug grin was back. “Aww, kitty doesn’t want to play? I bought such special socks just for the night when I could take you home. You wouldn’t want them to go to waste, would you?”

“But it’s only lunch time!” Claire panicked and tried to get away, but every time she started to move, Amy would tug on the bell. “Come on, you’re really not that interested in me, are you?”

“Well, it’s not just for sex. A big part of me just wants to see the mighty and catty Claire rubbing against my leg and worshiping my feet.” Amy grinned. “I can either lead you out by the bell, or you can follow me like a good kitten.”

The bus started to slow down right on cue, and Amy stood up. Claire thought for a second before she stood up and followed Amy out. “I’m going to find a way to get back at you for this, you know that, right? It might not be for a few days, but I am going to figure out a way.”

“Uhuh.” Amy didn’t bother keeping her eyes on Claire. At this point, Claire didn’t really have much of an option except to follow. The next bus wouldn’t be around for over an hour. Thankfully, the walk to Amy’s house was short.

Claire looked over the house. It was a lot like her own. Small, cozy, really only meant for one person or a couple. “It’s nice, isn’t it kitten?”

“Dammit! My name is Claire. Use it!” Claire glared at Amy, who in return grabbed her bell and lead her into the house. Inside, the house was packed with furniture that seemed to be more expensive than the house itself.

Amy didn’t bother giving Claire the full tour as she yanked the bell again and walked Claire to the bedroom. Amy’s bedroom was almost exactly what Claire imagined it would be. A few stuffed animals from childhood sat on a shelf, and a few dozen pillows rested on the bed that was placed in the corner.

Amy immediately went into her closet and closed the door. Claire walked around the room a bit before she sat on the bed. “Hurry your ass up if you want to do this. I need to find a way to get the collar off.”

Clattering could be heard coming from the closet. “Aww, but it’s so cute on you!”

Claire groaned and stared at the door of the closet, hoping that Amy could sense her frustration. Before long the door suddenly opened, revealing Amy in her semi-naked glory. A red lacy bra looked like it was about to snap with all the cleavage it held together, and Claire tried her hardest to stop her head right there. Unwillingly, her eyes drifted lower, and her face turned red as a matching garter belt became the center of her attention. Here eyes kept lowering, admiring the lacy thong that held onto Amy’s voluptuous figure perfectly. With all of her will, Claire tried her hardest to not look any further down, but her eyes followed the straps from the garter belt down onto a pair of bright red stockings.

“Oh, do you like it, Claire?”

Claire could only shiver in response. She wiggled her toes and licked her lips in anticipation.

“I asked you a question, and I want an answer.” Amy stepped forward and placed her hands on her hips. “Do you like it?”

Claire couldn’t look Amy in the eyes. Her own eyes were transfixed on the bright red stockings. “Yes, very much....”

“Well, if you want to play with them...” Amy paused to listen to Claire’s mewl. “...you’re going to have to earn it.”

Claire’s eyes widened, and she pouted her lips. “How?”

“I want you to give me a spectacular fucking. If it’s not satisfactory, you’ll just have to do it again until you earn it.” Amy grinned. She lifted a foot up and watched Claire follow it. She simply couldn’t hide the glee at having Claire in such a position.

Claire didn’t wait. She jumped up and grabbed Amy by the waist with one arm, and lifted Amy’s chin with the other. She pushed her lips against Amy’s and started moving the woman toward the bed. Her hand dropped to knead Amy’s rump just as she pushed her onto the bed in a sitting position. Claire straddled the woman’s waist and pinned her down, leaving her legs dangling off the bed. Claire’s hands instantly moved behind Amy and unhooked her bra. She relished the sight of Amy’s large, pale breasts bouncing freely after they were liberated from their confinement.

Claire looked up at Amy, whose face had turned red, and smirked. Before Amy could open her mouth to ask what Claire was smirking about, their lips made contact. Claire sneaked her tongue into Amy’s mouth even as she repositioned herself beside Amy. She moaned into the kiss while her hand outlined Amy’s large breasts and continued its way down to her thong.

Her fingers slid under Amy’s thong, and two of them invaded her pussy. Amy’s body went stiff at the sudden sensation, but she quickly melted back into the kiss. Claire began her work and started to wiggle her fingers inside Amy. She found Amy’s clit with her thumb and started massaging it. Amy moaned and broke the kiss, so Claire started to kiss and nibble her way down Amy’s neck.

“Is that r-really the best you can do?” Amy’s voice was strained, and it cracked when Claire pushed her fingers in deeper. Claire continued to kiss down Amy’s body until she was kissing Amy’s breast. She laughed to herself as she started to lick her nipple. Amy’s chest started to turn red in a sex flush, giving her back the color she lost when her bra was removed.

Claire pushed her free hand under Amy’s butt and started to knead. She didn’t attempt to make eye contact with Amy – she was too busy trying to coax her to orgasm. When Amy’s hips started to move, Claire knew she was close. Her fingers sped up as she started to suck on Amy’s nipple. Her hand on Amy’s ass attempted to claw her all the way up her back. Amy moaned as her back arched. Her fingers curled, and her breathing became short. Claire could feel Amy’s pussy trying to draw her fingers in.

“Stop!” Amy sputtered and gasped desperately for air. Claire didn’t have any intention of stopping, though. She continued to finger Amy, and she even started pumping her fingers in and out of her. Amy moaned as she tried to scramble away from Claire, but Claire’s free arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.

Claire finally made eye contact with Amy and saw the mixed desperation of trying to escape with wanting to continue. She laughed as she started to kiss down Amy’s belly, pulling her thong off simultaneously.

“No! Claire! Stop, I can’t take any more!”

Claire laughed as she positioned herself between Amy’s legs. “And here, I thought this might be an actual challenge.” She lapped at Amy’s slit, dragging her tongue slowly up and down. Her tongue wiggled its way past Amy’s folds as Claire buried her face in Amy’s crotch.

Amy cried out in pleasure while Claire moved her tongue faster, occasionally drawing out to give Amy a moment’s respite, only to just to plunge in deeper. She couldn’t bring herself to move her dangling legs. Her hips pressed against Claire’s mouth as she was manipulated. Claire’s nose kept rubbing against her clit, and the occasional lap of Claire’s tongue made it unbearable. Amy moaned loud enough to shake the house, and Claire knew it was time to claim her reward.

Without a word, Claire sank down to Amy’s feet and started to nuzzle one foot. The soft fabric absorbed Amy’s juices and kept the scent of her pussy fresh in Claire’s nose. Amy was unresponsive as Claire cherished the stocking clad leg and foot in front of her. She mewled slightly and found herself purring as she kept her face pressed against the fabric.

After a while, Amy stirred and sat up. She looked down at Claire. “Hey, what’s that?” she said while reaching down. Claire felt something on the top of her head twitch, and then two fingers rubbing it. “Are these cat ears?”

Claire purred happily and let out a meow. She immediately snapped out of it and reached for the top of her head, and sure enough, there were two fuzzy ears sticking out from her hair.

Claire rushed to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Her jaw dropped, and her new ears twitched. They swiveled at the top of her head, and she instantly knew what had caused this. She reached for the collar around her neck and felt the small vibrations it emitted.

“Dammit, Melanie!” Claire meowed as she stomped her foot. She sulked as she moved back into the bedroom. Amy had curled up on her bed, and seemed to be pretty out of it. Her eyes wouldn’t focus on Claire. “Did I knock you out with that one, Amy?”

“Yeah, just give me a second.” Amy stretched out on her bed and sighed happily. “So, what’s up with the ears?”

“Shut up and tell me where you phone is.” Claire glared at her, but she could feel her ears straighten up into a point, probably making her look ridiculous.

“Aww, no pillow talk, kitten?” Amy asked. “It’s in the closet with my clothes.”

Claire sorted through Amy’s clothes and found the cell phone. She dialed the only person she knew who would have any information about what was happening. “Lily, are you there?”

A voice sounded from the phone, but Claire couldn’t make out what it was saying.

“Lily?”

Claire realized her ears were now located at the top of her head. She hit the speaker phone button. “Claire? Helloooooo, Claire?”

“I can hear you, shut up.”

“Eh!? That’s not a very nice thing to say to me! I demand you apologize this instant!” Lily’s indignant tone had always been a pain in the ass to figure out. Sometimes, she was actually serious.

“You told Amy about the socks.”

“Well, then we’re even. Anyways, why did you call?”

Claire paused. Her ears twitched. She couldn’t tell Lily yet. If Lily had time to prepare, she would think of something devious. “Can I come over?”

Claire knocked on the door and waited for a response. The handle turned and the door started to open, but Claire quickly grabbed the door knob and kept the door shut. “Lily, are you wearing those thigh highs you love?” Claire meowed.

“No, of course not!” Lily said.

“Lily....”

“...Yeah, I am. Give me a second, kay?”

Claire could hear Lily hopping up and down as she took her socks off. Suddenly, the door was pulled wide open, and a sock flew through the air and landed so it draped over Claire’s face. She sighed very happily and reached up to take the sock, but her hands didn’t make it in time. Lily swiped the sock away from Claire and giggled as she hid it behind her back.

“You bitch.”

Lily froze, and her blue eyes opened wide. She stared at Claire for what felt like a minute before a deafening squeal made Claire jump backward. Lily grabbed her by the hand and roughly dragged her inside the house and to the front room. She pushed Claire onto the couch and jumped on top of her. Her hands went to Claire’s ears instantly and started to scratch behind them.

“St-stop that!” Claire meowed. She tried to struggle, but Lily wasn’t one to be dissuaded. Claire started to purr and nuzzle her cheek against Lily’s face.

“Oh my god, you’re a real cat girl! This is so cyuuuute!” Lily stopped playing with Claire’s ears. “I can’t believe that collar actually worked. I totally thought she was just lying about the entire thing. It’s absolutely amazing, isn’t it Claire!?” Lily’s eyes gleamed with a curiosity that Claire recognized immediately.

“It wasn’t a good idea to come here, I knew it. You’re just going to use meow as a lab rat! Just like you did when you found out about the sock thing!” Claire looked over Lily carefully. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, which meant she hadn’t gone anywhere. Her short, sandy blonde hair wasn’t even brushed. Claire and Lily had been mistaken as sisters a few times, but they could never agree on why anyone would say that. Their eyes were different colors, and while Claire had sharper features, Lily looked a few years younger than her age.

And the squealing and childlike curiosity didn’t exactly stop people from thinking she was something other than cute.

“Awww, that’s no fun, especially since I know how to get it off.” Lily grinned at Claire, and she narrowed her eyes. She strolled to her computer, exaggerating her steps to go even slower.

“...no you don’t.” Claire moved into a sitting position on the couch. “You’re just trying to tease meow, aren’t you?”

Lily stopped, turned around, and glared at Claire. “Fine! You obviously want to become even more catty. I think a tail is next.”

“A tail!?”

“Yep. You’ll look so cute! By then you’ll be more comfortable on your hands and knees so you can be a little house cat girl. Oh, I’ll have to make sure Melanie lets me borrow you for a few days. It’ll be so fun!” Lily sat down at her computer and started to search through the drawers. “Right now, if you haven’t noticed, you can’t even speak normally. Everything you’re saying has a catty accent.”

“Are you calling meow a bitch?”

Lily giggled. “Say ‘me’ again.”

“Meow?” Claire’s eyes bulged..

“Ooooh! I wonder if those will change too! Green cat eyes, you’ll just look so cute you neko you!”

“Fine! I give up! Just help meow, okay?”

“Sure! Just, uhm, tell me what you think of this.” Lily giggled as she pulled out yarn from the desk. Claire’s gaze was instantly glued to it. Lily moved the yarn about, giggling as Claire’s eyes followed wherever it went. Finally, Lily lobbed it at Claire who snatched it from mid-air. The ball of yarn became unraveled, and Claire found herself with her back against the floor, tangled in yarn.

She didn’t mind it at all. It was paradise. She giggled, purred, and meowed as she tossed the pile of yarn up, just for it to fall onto her like a net. She writhed her way through the yarn and swatted at it. Meanwhile, Lily’s laughter echoed throughout the house. She held her sides, her face turning red, as she watched the cat girl. Claire didn’t care—the yarn was just too fun to play with!

Claire stared at the yarn before she turned her head and glared at Lily. “What the hell was that!?”

Lily flashed innocent eyes. “Nooooothing.”

“Just help meow already!”

“Hold on, let me look up Melanie’s notes again. There is some trick to getting the collar off.” Lily turned to her computer, and Claire knew she was gone from the conscious world. It was kind of like a free ticket. Claire could say almost anything to Lily, and she wouldn’t process it. Her eyes were lost to the glow of the LCD. Claire noticed that Lily’s skin was actually kind of pale, not in an unhealthy way, but she probably didn’t get out at all last summer.

“Oh Melanie, why have you not changed your password for all your personal files?” Lily typed away on her keyboard.

“Eh?” Claire didn’t expect a response. Lily knew Melanie before Claire had met either of them. They were close friends, and a lot of Melanie’s crazy ideas probably originated from some of the ridiculous things Lily introduced to her. For some reason, Claire didn’t think a woman in her thirties knew anything about cat girls.

Lily and Melanie had also worked together for a year and a half. Melanie often said Lily was the best secretary she ever had, but that was probably more for something besides secretarial duties.

“Got it!” Lily stood up from the desk. “Come here Claire, I’ll get that collar off.”

“What do you want from meow?” Claire knew better than to accept charity from Lily. Even if it was in jest, Lily would hold it over her.

Lily grinned. “Well, uhm, I wanna test something, of course!”

“More of that hypnosis crap?”

“It’s not crap!”

“Whatever, I’ll do it. What do I need to do?”

Lily smiled, “I emailed Melanie a song. You just have to make sure she listens to it in your presence, ‘kay?”

“That’s pretty easy.” Claire walked over to Lily.

“Yep!” Lily took a pen from her computer desk and fiddled with the back of Claire’s collar before Claire heard a click. The collar fell from her neck.

Claire took a tentative step forward. She reached up to see if her ears had returned, but they hadn’t. “Hey, why aren’t I back to normal?”

“Well, it doesn’t work like that, silly! You’re stuck with the ears and cattiness until Melanie fixes you.”

“W-What!? That’s not fair! I thought you were going to help meow!”

Lily tilted her head and stared at Claire. An evil, toothy smile spread across her face. “I said I’d get the collar off, but I think you can help ‘meow.’” Lily rushed forward and one hand went up to scratch behind Claire’s ears while the other hand stroked her chin.

Claire was paralyzed, but her body started to move on its own, nuzzling Lily. Lily’s fingers felt like magic under her chin and behind her ear. Claire started to purr. Her eyes closed, and she felt Lily moving and guiding her somewhere. Claire stumbled, following Lily’s hands, not really noticing where she was going. Before she knew it, she was curled up on a couch, her head in Lily’s lap.

“You’re just so cute!” Lily’s fingers never stopped. “You should stay here and be my pet, you know? It’d be lots of fun! We have an empty room, though... I dunno, the wife doesn’t like cats much, I guess. Really, if I just flashed the eyes and promised to take care of you...” Lily continued to ramble, but Claire didn’t care. She would agree to anything Lily said as long as she kept the fingers moving.

“Move your butt,” a voice said. Claire became alert when someone slapped her butt. She looked around for the offender and saw Lily’s wife, Stacey, always in her lab coat. “Enjoying our couch?”

“Huh, what?” Claire meowed. She was disoriented, and she felt like she had just woken up from a coma. She started to move, but before she could get away, Lily was stroking her chin. Claire moved closer to Lily and purred.

“Cute. You do not think we are keeping her, do you?” Stacey said.

“Awwww, come on! You know you wanna!” Lily pulled Claire’s head against her chest and squeezed. “Actually, I need you to give her a ride to Melanie’s. Do you mind? I’ll get to cooking if you do.”

“What will you be cooking tonight?”

“Spaghetti squash lasagna sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“Stop squeezing meow!”

Lily released Claire. She got off the couch and glared.

“Well, since you are awake now, maybe we should go.” Stacey stood up and walked past Claire. She opened the door and turned around. “Come on, Claire.”

Claire looked at Lily. “I’m going to get you back for this. You know that, right?” Claire meowed.

“I look forward to it. Have fun!” Lily hopped up and left for the kitchen.

Claire watched her go. The sound of a chuckle made her snap her attention to the door. Stacey was grinning—it was a grin Claire was used to. “Those ears are just adorable.”

“Shut up, Stacey.” Claire walked past Stacey, but as soon as she walked outside, Stacey grabbed her shirt and spun her around. Stacey pulled Claire close enough so their foreheads were almost touching. They stared into each others eyes for several seconds.

“Ah. You are enjoying this.” Stacey smiled and let go of Claire. She walked to her car.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Claire followed and took the passenger seat. “This isn’t more of that psychological bullshit, is it?”

“Yes, a little. I am to blame for your feline attitude now. Melanie used some of my research to make that collar.” Stacey started the car and started driving toward Melanie’s house. “Did not think it would be so effective.”

“Wonderful to know I’m a glorified guinea pig.” Claire meowed as she sank her head and sulked. “What else have you been up to at work? Is being a super shrink fun?”

“I’m a neuropsychologist. I do a lot of research and hardly any therapy.”

“So, what have you been researching then?”

“Replicating the response of the brain to a stimuli without the actual stimuli.”

“Uhuh...” Claire turned to stare out the window. Her ears flattened against the top of her head.

“It is quite interesting. It allows a limited form of control over the mental processes of someone else, all through auditory processing. So far, we have been able to recreate emotions such as : anger, happiness, love, depression, anxiety, stress, and sexual arousal. We can then alter the emotional response of a stimuli. Of course, it is all quite limited in degree.”

“Uh, okay.”

“The brain corrects itself after a few hours, and we cannot change the response from, say, hate to love. We also cannot change disgust into arousal. I guess it is not control or coercion, but more suggestion. Of course, it seems when applied to technology, a few too many runs through the dryer will make it permanent.”

“Shut up.”

“What is really amazing is how she made you sprout cat ears. The mental activity I can understand, though I remain curious on how she’s managed to give it a lasting effect, but to make a full grown woman suddenly have cat ears? She has some powerful technology. Good thing she is just using it for her own personal sexual means. I would hate to think of designer jewelry that could potentially alter the physical characteristics of adult humans.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty cool to me.”

“Really? You would probably be the first test subject.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Claire gazed out the window and ignored whatever Stacey said. She just wanted to get this over with.

Before she knew it, they pulled up to Melanie’s house. Claire looked at Stacey, who passed her a reassuring nod. “Get out of here; Melanie probably wants to see what’s become of her kitten.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks for the ride. You’re really helping meow out.” Claire meowed dryly as she opened the door and stepped out of Stacey’s car. Before she even made it to the door, Stacey was long gone. Claire rolled her eyes, having completely expected that. She knocked on the door three times and waited.

She heard some movement in the house, but after standing around for a few minutes, no one answered. She knocked again. “Hello? Melanie?”

The door flew open, and Melanie reached outside just long enough to snatch Claire from her porch and quickly slam the door. Claire almost fell over as she stumbled inside the house. Melanie grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around.

“Sorry kitten, I needed to get dressed.” Melanie grinned as Claire’s jaw dropped. Melanie had put on a black leather corset that, had it been an inch shorter, would be revealing her nipples, a black lacy thong with a garter belt, and black stockings.

“I... uhm....” Claire felt overdressed in her miniskirt and tank top.

“You what?” Melanie started to stroke under Claire’s chin.

Claire moved backward, but her head moved forward. She was trying to get away from Melanie, trying to think of something. There had to be a way to distract her, but Claire’s thoughts slowed as she started to purr. “Wait! Lily emailed you something!”

“Oh? Did she?”

“Yes! It’s very important too!” Claire’s voice was frantic. Melanie already had every advantage, and a large part of Claire liked it that way. Still, she had to get Melanie back for turning her into this.

Melanie sighed. She grabbed Claire around the waist and started ushering her toward a new room. Claire’s heart pounded. She had no idea what Lily could have sent in that email. They entered Melanie’s home office, and Melanie’s email was already open and read on her desktop. She moved the mouse to open the email from Lily, and as soon as it popped up, Claire’s heart sank.

It read: “Hey Melanie. Open up this attachment while Claire is around you, it’s totally going to fuck with her!”

Claire tried to bolt away from Melanie, but the larger woman just pulled her back. “Oh my, it does look like its important.”

“Come on, you wouldn’t do anything that you don’t know what it is to meow, would you?” Claire looked around frantically. Then she realized, it must be a trap. Just to get something Melanie to open the attachment. The download was almost complete, and Melanie didn’t know. Claire thanked Lily in her mind a hundred times over before the download finished. The attachment was an audio file that auto-played as soon as it was completed.

Claire froze standing up. Her body wouldn’t respond to her as what sounded like a cacophony of musical notes blurted from the speakers. She felt like she had just taken a back seat in her own body. Sweat ran down her forehead, and the sensation was incredible. It left her tingling and wanting to shudder.

The noise was replaced by Lily’s voice as the file played to its end. “Hi, Melanie! Just doing what you asked me to. She’ll totally be in an obedient state, but really aware of everything going around too. Stacey helped me figure it out last night. You’re going to have a lot of fun, Claire! But hey, at least Stacey convinced Melanie to fix you back to normal after she’s had her fun.”

Melanie chuckled as the file ended. She turned to Claire with a grin. “Kiss me,” she said.

Claire’s body moved on its own. Her lips pressed against Melanie’s, and she could feel herself melting. Every detail of her supple lips was noticed. Melanie’s hand sneaked into Claire’s skirt from the bottom and lightly brushed against her crotch. Every single motion was registered by Claire as if it was the only thing she had felt in her life. Slowly, Melanie sat down, bringing Claire with her.

“My feet could use some attention.” Melanie smiled at Claire.

Claire pulled away and sank down to Melanie’s feet. She could feel her own breath heating the air around her. She started to nuzzle Melanie’s feet, her ears twitching all the while. The wonderful stockings were soft, and the previous month of teasing hammered into Claire’s head. Even though her body was responding beyond her control, it didn’t need to at the moment. She would lie there and worship Melanie forever by choice.

Melanie pulled a small egg-shaped vibrator from between her breasts. She reached down past Claire and lifted up the girl’s skirt. She turned the vibrator on and slipped it into Claire’s panties. Claire’s reaction was immediate. She moaned as the vibrations seemed to echo throughout her entire body. Her mind snapped awake at the sudden sensation, but no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t try to resist the pleasure.

She looked up at Melanie, who looked back at her with very content eyes. “Come now, kitten, why don’t you lick at my pussy and purr happily while you’re doing it?” Melanie winked, obviously playing it up, but Claire had no say in the matter. She moved between Melanie’s legs and slid her panties out of the way. Claire’s tongue stroked Melanie’s lips, and Claire felt like her mouth was filled with her juices already. The taste was overwhelming, and Claire had to have more.

She started to lap frantically at Melanie. She buried her face between the woman’s legs, her nose rubbing against Melanie’s clit while her tongue continued to tease her cunt. The vibrator against her pussy made her squirm, and just to put icing on the cake, Melanie’s fingers started to rub behind Claire’s ears.

Claire started purring as she licked at Melanie. She had given up trying to resist at all – she just wanted to make Melanie cum as many times as she could. The warmth on her face and between her own legs grew hotter as Melanie started to buck her hips against the stimulation. Claire’s own hips had been bucking and squirming, looking desperately for release. Still fully clothed, Claire shuddered and pushed her face against Melanie’s crotch.

Melanie stopped rocking as Claire could feel the muscle spasms against her face. Even though Claire’s own orgasm had made her movements stutter, she continued to lap at Melanie obediently, making sure to coax her gently down from orgasm.

Claire felt Melanie’s hands trace up her neck. A familiar click resounded in Claire’s ears, and she knew that Melanie had just adorned her with another collar.. She still continued to lap, not having been told to stop. “That’s it kitten. This collar might not change you, but it will show that I own you.”

Claire didn’t care at the moment. Ownership didn’t mean anything to her. As long as she got to keep rubbing against Melanie’s stockings and lapping from her pussy, she would be happy. Claire meowed as she continued in bliss.