The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Eyes from all over the room watched as she mounted the balance beam. Some eyes were glued to the cling of her leotard. For a gymnast that had aspirations of Olympic glory, or even just as a woman, her body was sweetly curvaceous. The way the lights shone across her body as she carefully cart-wheeled across the thin surface attracted as many sounds of awe as the skill she displayed.

Once she reached the opposite end, she deftly flipped her way back and arched her back gracefully as she spread out her arms in victory. Cheers resonated through the room, and Laurie smiled brighter than the sun.

She continued her routine, displaying every last gymnastic move one could on a narrow strip of wood. By the time even half of her repertoire was spent, both the showy and the simply difficult, she was shining in perspiration and glowing with the sweet feeling of success. By the time she was done she was nearly drenched but merely glowed.

Not one to end on a low note, Laurie flipped off of the beam and stuck a beautiful landing after spinning gracefully through the air.

The room erupted in cheers and every set of eyes besides Laurie’s own were focused on her. Her head was full of thoughts for how to improve her performance, but even knowing she still had a way to go before she was anywhere near truly flawless, she could feel good about her accomplishments. It took someone who knew what they were doing to even begin to see the places where she struggled, and even then they were small things that she knew could be easily overcome.

She knew it was only a matter of time before a gold medal hung over her chest. Just the thought made her grin as her friends congratulated her and she headed to the showers.

As soon as she was done cleaning every last piece of milky flesh and dried off every last drop that clung to her skin, she threw on her street clothes and made her way to her car. Her head was buzzing with thoughts about the upcoming meet and her hopes for the future.

Laurie’s mind was so far away from her present that she only noticed the car heading for hers in enough time to scream before the world tore away from her.

The next time her eyes opened, she could barely move. Everything around her was unmistakably hospital white. Her body felt like it was full of lead weights and it was even difficult just to keep her eyes open.

It wasn’t a hospital room she’d ever been in before, but one looked close enough to another. The sheets covering her body were a starchy white, the walls white, and there were even posters about various parts of the human body scattered about. She tried to sit up but her body ached, and she found herself wholly unable to support her own weight.

Tears began to well in her eyes as thoughts began to flood into her mind about the future. If she’d broken her back in the crash, she would be lucky to walk again. She didn’t even try to fight the urge to sob.

No sooner did she begin to whimper and cry did the door open, and a woman in a white lab coat holding a standard clipboard walked towards her. Laurie had difficulty focusing on the woman through her tears, but she could make out her glasses and her long dark hair.

More than either of those details, Laurie could see the woman’s worry and concern.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Don’t try to move. You got banged up pretty bad in that wreck, but you’re going to be okay. It’s okay to cry, but try to take slower breaths or you might pass out again.” The woman Laurie had to assume was a doctor stepped closer and glanced at some read outs from machines near her, and looked at the bag that connected to her arm via a long transparent IV.

Struggling through her tears Laurie sniffled and fought to control her breathing. It was hard to speak and hard to resist the urge to sit up, but she was used to trusting the advice of doctors. If she hadn’t in the past then she was doubtful she would have recovered from a few of her early injuries.

When her voice finally came to her it was choked by tears and barely audible but it was enough to get across her meaning and that was what she was worried about the most. “What’s wrong with me?! Where am I? Am I paralyzed, am I, am I . . . oh god I don’t even know what to ask I’m so scared! I was driving . . . driving home from the gym and some car plowed into me! I barely even got a look at it . . .”

“Please, try to calm down. Right now the most important thing is that your heart is still beating and you’re still able to breathe without any help.” The worried tone the doctor gave made Laurie instantly wince and sniffle harder. “My name is Doctor Combs. It might sound strange to ask, but you remember your own name, right?”

“Y-yes . . . My name is Laurie, Laurie Kitt . . . I . . . Please, I have to know! You need to tell me if I can at least walk! I can’t lose it all now . . . I was s-so close!” Tears drowned away anything else that Laurie would have said. She tried to keep her breathing even but her tears ruined the attempt and her dark brown hair covered her face as she shook and sobbed. When she tried to open her eyes to glance up to Doctor Combs’s the tears made the dark chocolate orbs glisten so beautifully for how much pain filled them.

After looking over some papers on the clipboard the doctor sighed and chewed lightly on her lower lip a moment before she closed her eyes briefly to center herself. “Laurie, I’ll be honest with you. Your legs suffered some pretty bad damage from the crash . . . and your spine . . .”

“What?! Just say it, what about my spine?!” She tried to sit up again, but the pain and impossibility of the task only doubled her fears. It couldn’t be what she feared, she knew it couldn’t.

Doctor Combs spent longer than Laurie liked looking over the clip board and flipping back a few pages, but finally sighed and held the clipboard close to her chest. It was little solace to Laurie that the woman who seemed to be in charge of her treatment seemed so worried about her. A small part of her mind was thankful for the compassionate soul but she almost wished for a cold and professional response. She had too many of her own emotions swirling to be able to deal with anyone else’s.

Finally their eyes met again and the doctor’s facial expression melted into something Laurie could only describe to herself as cautiously optimistic. “The damage was, well . . . There’s not a lot of spinal damage that isn’t bad, but yours is very worrying. There is one treatment that would be able to restore all of the damage, but it is very intensive and—“

“I’ll do it! I want to start it right away!” Every fiber of her being shook as she tried to imagine how she looked under the sheet but she could barely curl her fingers much less move her arms.

The fact that there was hope did help the tears lessen, but the dread was still there hovering in the background. Intense physical therapy she was ready to deal with. She would have been happy with falling asleep and waking up as the bionic woman if it meant that she could go back to the gym.

Her dreams being wrecked by a freak accident was not a possibility that Laurie was ready to accept.

“Good! A strong spirit really helps recovery especially from things like this. The treatment is experimental, but it’s worked before with wonderful success. It uses a combination of the body and mind to facilitate recovery. Some people who have gone through the process wind up better off than before . . . There is hope, Laurie. You just need to apply yourself. I’ll be overseeing your treatment, but the most important person to your recovery is you. If you apply yourself and don’t give up, if you trust me and my staff . . . we can have you on your feet again.” Doctor Combs smiled and her happiness had the same intensity as her previous sorrow. “Do you think you can do that?”

“I’ll do anything . . . anything you want, anything you tell me to do, anything at all if it means that I can be okay again . . .” Her tears started to ebb as a smile spread across her face. Doctor Comb’s smile was infectious and difficulty was not something that Laurie let keep her down.

If she’d let a challenge dissuade her then she never would have put so many countless hours into stretching and spinning, flipping and balancing, all for the hope of that inevitable payoff.

Knowing that there was a way to fight through this, a way to get back on her feet filled her chocolate eyes with a deep glow. No matter what the doctor asked of her she would give it her all until she had no more all to give.

She could almost feel herself getting better already . . .

“Good . . . I’m very glad Laurie. We’ll start your treatment first thing in the morning. For now, you should try to get some rest . . . You’ve been through a lot, and you have a long road in front of you . . . All of the rest you can get will be good, even if it’s just a little cat nap . . . So give it a try for me?” Doctor Combs marked something down on the clipboard before smiling down at her patient.

Laurie nodded before closing her eyes and trying to squirm to get more comfortable even if it was mostly a futile act. “I’ll try, doctor . . . and thank you . . . I just can’t imagine if there was no hope, if . . .”

“Don’t worry about that right now . . . You can worry about thanking me for that when everything is done . . . And just seeing the results of your recovery will be all the thanks I’ll need.”

It was incredibly easy for Laurie to fall asleep, and all of her dreams were ones full of hope. They were all rather simple, the same gold medal dreams she always had, dreams of walking out of the hospital, but they were enough to make her wake up with a smile.

“How did my sweet little patient sleep?” Just like before Doctor Combs was quick to enter once she was awake and that brought an even brighter smile to her face.

“I slept great! I’m ready to start my treatment as soon as you are, doctor . . . Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it!” Even Laurie was surprised by her enthusiasm. She’d been in a car accident only the night before and already she was ready to take on the world and show that she wasn’t about to just lay back and spend the rest of her life as a rather talkative vegetable.

With a grin the doctor marked more on the papers in front of her in a way that her patient was moderately sure had something to do with check boxes. “Then we can start right away. Like I told you before, this therapy is a combination of physical and mental therapies, but that doesn’t mean that we bring a therapist in to talk you through your recovery . . . that would be cheaper but it wouldn’t work. We’ve developed special machines that can stimulate the mind and body to recover. It’s very easy, you just need to sit back and relax while they do their work. It does help if you focus on it, but I’ve always been told that’s nearly impossible to avoid.”

“Then let’s get started!” Eager to heal as she was to go for the gold it was impossible for her to hold back her desire for haste. Inside she knew that it might take weeks or months, but there was still time. There was always more time as long as she kept applying herself.

No sooner had she spoken, a pair of nurses began to wheel something into the room. At first glance it reminded her a lot of a bulkier version of a dentist’s light, and even when it moved closer the resemblance remained. Attached to a swiveling arm was a groove that looked about the right size to be positioned over her face while blocking out any other view. Inside of the groove looked to be some sort of screen, and there were small speakers visible on either side of the small enclosure.

Doubts and confusion began to rise in the gymnast’s mind. She’d never looked into being a doctor and she never kept up with medical news that didn’t concern fitness but it still seemed a little strange. “Mind over matter” were words that she lived by, so it made sense, but it was worrying.

Still, she remembered her promise to trust Doctor Combs to make her mobile again. Newer treatments were bound to confuse a layman. As long as she trusted her doctor she knew she’d be well in no time.

If she didn’t . . . she didn’t like her chances.

“All right Laurie, this first treatment is one that we’re going to be doing a lot and it’s very simple . . . for you anyway. Operating it is another matter.” Doctor Combs smiled disarmingly and Laurie even giggled softly. “All you need to do is let us position the monitor over your face, and the speakers over your ears. Then we direct your mind using careful choices of visual and auditory stimulation. Does that make sense? Any questions before we get started?”

Laurie shook her head and shifted just faintly before the pain from her back froze her still again. “No . . . I think my body just told me we should get started right away.”

“Well, it would only make sense that your body would be eager as your mind! That’s very important for this treatment. You need to put all of yourself into getting well, into trusting the treatment. That doesn’t mean you can’t have your worries, but it’s important to keep that optimistic edge shining through it all.” Something about the doctor’s expression was almost mischievous, but it was easily dismissed as just a simple sign of eagerness. “Well nurses, let’s get Miss Kitt’s treatment started!”

Carefully the device was positioned in front of her face, and then a moment later her face was inside of it. It was deeper than it seemed, and she was surprised when her nose didn’t touch the glass of the screen in front of her. When it turned on, she was even more surprised when the screen was somehow a comfortable distance from her eyes.

The first image that flashed in front of her eyes was a kitten. It was so adorable, with dark brown fur and the most adorable blue eyes. As adorable of an image as it was the meaning just brought confusion to the patient’s mind. What could that image possibly do to make her heal? That and similar thoughts continued to blossom but she just had to keep her faith in the doctor and the treatment.

A soft, soothing sound started to melt into her ears, but it was much too quiet, and Laurie was far too distracted to focus on it. Her mind was too busy wrapping around the images that flashed before her of the kitten as she jumped from place to place, rolled around, and did other adorable flexible kitten things.

As she continued to watch more and more of the movement it started to make sense. The more she watched, the more she could feel her back tingling and it made a deep part of her feel safe.

Before long the images began to alternate between Olympic footage she’d practically committed to memory. Every sweetly familiar motion, every spin, every landing, every pose, it all made her feel so warm and confident. Just when she’d felt as warm as she thought she could from one of those images, an image of the kitten would come up again.

For just a faint moment she thought she heard something, something like “good little kitten” but it was soon replaced by the sound of feverish mewling.

Cat sounds made her think of agile cats and of fit and sleek gymnasts. Every moment it felt better and better as she melted into the sounds of those mewls and the sights of women stretching and arching mingled with kittens jumping and twisting.

Every transition was a flash of something, something white and quick that her eyes could barely focus on, but something that her mind was taking in all the same.

Colors started to swirl during the images of the kitten, colors that didn’t fit the image but seemed to fit with something inside of her. Her eyes felt like they were throbbing, and she felt more and more drawn into the colors as she watched. At first they were hues of the blue in the kitten’s eyes, and then white like the kitten’s paws before it alternated between the two.

Good patients assist in their own recoveries . . . Good patients mewl and watch the pretty kitten . . . Want to be like the good kitten . . .

It was like a thought deep inside of her mind that came without her thinking anything similar but it felt so real and so right. She wanted to help the treatment, she needed to help the treatment. The treatment could give her back all of her dreams. The treatment could give her everything she wanted.

“Mew . . .”

At first the sound that came from her lips was so soft and only even barely audible, but she didn’t stop. The images of the gymnasts ceased and the kitten filled the screen as the blue and the white swirled across her vision and deep into her mind. The sound of mewling in her ears was impossible to ignore or mistake and every mewl she sounded in response only made the sounds in her ears louder and more deeply satisfying as she lost herself in the treatment.

Good patients fall into the colors . . . Mewl like the kittens and fade into the colors . . . Feel the colors helping your body . . . Feel them tingling along your spine . . . Hear the kittens mewling in your mind . . .

“Mew . . .!”

It was more and more intense, but as the intensity grew her ability to do naught but focus and mewl began to drift away. Lazily sprawled on the bed just like a tired kitten she mewled and lost herself in the colors and the thoughts of being flexible and good as the kitten on the screen. Its hair was even the same color as hers. Moment by moment her thoughts turned to only being as good as the kitty on the screen, and some even turned to being the kitten on the screen.

Laurie didn’t know how long she watched, listened, and mewled before she lost track of even that.

“It looks like the first part of the treatment was a complete success, Laurie! Congratulations!” The apparatus pulled back from her face and she let out a soft mew in response. “You’re doing so well, much better than any of my patients ever have in the past. You’re a real inspiration!”

“Thanks . . .” A blush rose to the patient’s cheeks when she realized the first sound she’d made had been the sound of a mew. “How long did that take . . .?”

Doctor Combs marked something down on her clipboard, several things, and then responded with a bright smile and a happy voice. “It takes a few hours the first time, but that’s to be expected. We have to get as much as we can out of the first session so that your mind gets used to the stimuli. Eventually we’ll only need a very short time for the full effect. Do you feel nauseous, disoriented . . . any pain? Any symptoms at all are very important for you to note right away. If there are any adverse reactions I need to know so I can properly direct the rest of your recovery.”

Laurie tried to think of how she felt, but most of what she felt wasn’t the kind of thing easily focused on. “Peaceful. I feel very, very peaceful, sort of drifty. Sort of thirsty for a glass of milk . . . My back doesn’t hurt at all . . . I almost feel like I could sit up . . .”

“Give it a try, but if it hurts, stop. Partway through your treatment we very carefully eased you up into a sitting position and the nurses administered a special massage to help your body respond to the mental cues.” Her Doctor smiled, her dark eyes shining behind her thinly rimmed glasses, and it was impossible for Laurie not to feel safe and warm under that gaze. “Nurse, some milk please?”

As the nurse left, the patient began to move. At first it felt somehow foreign, as if she hadn’t sat up in an eternity, but before long she was sitting up straight and grinning in triumph.

No part of her back ached. All that she felt was joy and relief. Sitting up was easy, painless, and this had to mean that her treatment was going along just as she’d hoped. All of her doubts and worries evaporated away and she was left knowing that as long as she did just what her doctor asked she would be cured.

Laughs started to pour out of her excited lips as she slowly stretched her arms over her head. The widest grin she’d ever felt began to stretch across her face and she only laughed louder. “I feel so good! I’ve never felt better in my life . . . I’ve never felt anything like this . . . I mean, I know that I can’t be cured yet, but I really believe that I’m closer than I was before the treatment! I want to keep going, right away, all that I can!”

“Wow . . . You are remarkable! But no . . . not so fast . . . We need to just keep healthy regiment of this for at least a week. One of the audio visual massage treatments, rest, more of the treatment, then sleep for the night. That’s your schedule for the next week, or at least the next couple of days.”

“You’re the boss, doc!” Laurie sighed in bliss as she fell back against the bed. The grin didn’t fade even as she let herself relax. “You’re the boss . . .”

Something in Doctor Combs’s eyes seemed to light up, but only for a moment. Laurie was sure that her doctor was just as excited as she was that the treatment was going so well. She knew that with her doctor’s help she’d be a good kitty in no time.

“Mew . . .”

Become the kitten . . . be a good kitten . . . be a good girl . . . feel the colors painting over your mind . . . feel the mewls filling your mind . . . mewl with them . . . become them . . .

“Mew!”

It had been a week, and her mind had surrendered to the treatment’s sights and sounds so very readily. She was eager every time to start to hear the mewing and to feel herself becoming a part of it, as every day it grew more and more intense. She never remembered any more of it than she did the first time, but she knew that it had to be doing its job with how good she’d been feeling.

On the screen in front of her vacant and glassy eyes were images now of that kitten, but the kitten was collared. The collar was so eye catching, a beautiful and shiny black that could disappear into the kitten’s fur but at the same time still stand out. The silver ring that hung from it was so enchanting.

Want a collar like the kitten . . . need to be a good kitten . . . to be a good girl . . . You’ve come so far . . . love the taste of milk . . . love to be scratched . . . feels so good, feels so good to be such a good little kitten . . .

“Mewwww . . .!”

From inside of her isolated world she could only feel the world being beamed directly into her mind and was unable to feel the hands that moved over her body, scratching and tenderly kneading along her back, along her curves, and up her tender thighs. Nails slid over the back of her head, and along the underside of her breasts as she lost herself inside of the colors and the images.

The hands had slowly grown more daring, but after a week of the powerful and constant conditioning Laurie’s mind was far too occupied and her body too used to the attention.

She actually arched into the fingers that tenderly rubbed their way along her lower lips making her shake and mew even louder.

Love being a loved kitten . . . Just being there for entertainment . . . Being rubbed . . . Adored . . . Just want to mew and be loved . . . Mew and be a good little kitty . . .

“Mew! Mew! Mew!”

Two of Doctor Combs’s fingers found just the right place and began to rub in sweet circles perfectly in time with the constant mewling that filled Laurie’s ears. Every pulse of pleasure was another mewl, and she loved the mewls so much. She loved mewing with them and just becoming nothing more than a good little kitten.

When she was so lost in the treatment healing didn’t matter, just being collared, just being a kitten, just being good. That was all that mattered.

Good little kitty . . . good little Laurie kitten . . . now cum . . . it’s time for the next step in becoming a good little kitty . . .

“Mew! Oh . . . My whole body feels like it’s glowing . . . You nurses have magical hands . . .” They responded sweetly to Laurie’s words before carefully moving the apparatus back over to the corner where it was kept when not in use. “Oh my body feels so good . . . I can move my legs, I can twist my back, it doesn’t hurt to move my arms in any which way . . . It’s been a week, is it time yet? Please tell me it’s time . . .”

“Oh yes Laurie! You’ve progressed so wonderfully . . . We’re ready to move onto the first stages of your more traditional physical therapy. For this, we’ll help you very carefully out of the bed . . . and then you’ll carefully lower yourself down on all fours. I know this sounds a little strange, but walking around like that with your back moving and your legs and arms supporting you . . .”

Laurie only had a moment of doubt before she accepted the truth that Doctor Combs had to know what she was doing. Before the treatment had started she’d barely been able to move on her own, and now she was ready to do this. Strange as it was, she was more than willing to accept it.

The nurses moved over to the bed and carefully lowered one of the sides before helping Laurie off of the bed and then down onto her knees. Surprisingly for a hospital the floor wasn’t hard and tiled but actually soft and carpeted. It didn’t make sense until she considered that her treatment was very specific and that the room must be set up specifically for that purpose. After all, it would needlessly hurt to have a patient moving around on their hands and knees on anything but carpet.

Under her doctor’s direction she moved around the room in various ways at various speeds, and even stretched herself up like a standing cat before she found herself naturally falling back down to her hands.

Oddly it didn’t even feel like it had hurt, it more felt as if it wasn’t right for her to be stretching like that for too long and her body had simply willed her back down to where she belonged. A part of her thought that it was almost as if she was turning into a silly little kitten, and as soon as she thought of it she found her head was ablaze with familiar implacable sounds. “Mew?”

Her hands rose up over her mouth as she whimpered and looked up to her doctor. She’d meant to ask her if that was natural, for her back to do that, but it hadn’t come out properly. “Mmew . . . mrow . . .? Mrrrrow?!”

“It’s okay . . . this is a common side effect of the treatment. I know that it might be scary, but we’ve tried doing it a million other ways and it just doesn’t work. So it’s this, or . . . well . . . You’d end up confined to a wheel chair if you stopped the treatment now. Just take a deep breath, and relax. We can take care of this if you just calm down . . . and relax. I think this exercise is over for today.” Doctor Combs sighed sadly, but something about the expression didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Laurie wanted to complain or ask something, but every sound that she tried only came out as some form of cat sound. For a moment she was tempted to tear out of the nurse’s hands but just the thought made her back feel weak and she surrendered to them as they helped her back onto the bed.

Tears slowly slid down her cheeks, only a few as she laid back onto the bed. “Just sleep for now, Laurie . . . When you wake up, it’ll be better. It’s just a temporary side effect.”

Even though she was sure it would be impossible for her to sleep after an experience such as that, Laurie was asleep within mere moments.

Just as Doctor Combs had said, as soon as she had awoken her own voice was back to normal. Apparently the way her mind was being stimulated to facilitate her healing would sometimes bring about secondary effects that while harmless were largely temporary. The desire for milk, which was nearly unquenchable, would remain but the rest the doctor assured her over the next week would subside.

Every day for a week her schedule had changed to the first treatment, followed closely by the second, a rest, and then the pattern continued again.

When she woke up on the first day of the third week, the apparatus was nearby but it wasn’t already hanging over her face like it usually was. “Are we ready to move onto the next phase of the treatment, Doctor?”

“Yes, Laurie. This week we’re going to start the next part of your treatment, that some find a little . . . disorienting. We’re going to be performing small surgeries to the damaged portion of your spine. To make the surgeries less traumatic emotionally or physically we’re going to be doing them while you’re experiencing the visual and auditory treatment.” Doctor Combs smiled brightly and reached down, scratching very softly behind her ear. “We’re so close to the end of your therapy, you should be very proud. You’ve done very well and accepted all of the less glamorous sides of your recovery with grace and ease.”

A blush rose to Laurie’s cheeks at being called graceful. The thought burned so deep inside of her, and she felt white and blue just behind her ears and inside of her head. It felt nice to be treated like a kitten, even if she was sure it was just a part of her treatment.

Still, it did move her closer to that gold medal. “How many more steps to the treatment are there . . .?”

“Well, after we finish repairing the damage to your spine, we should be ready to try letting you out into your ‘natural habitat’ for limited times while continuing the treatments. I don’t see you needing to be kept here for much longer than at the most another month or two . . . you’ve progressed beautifully . . .” Both of them smiled into each other’s eyes, though both for very different reasons.

“So, let’s get started!” Mental visions of gold medals were replaced with blue, white, and the black collar that she could almost feel around her neck as the apparatus lowered over her face.

“Mew . . .”

The nurses wasted no time in removing her clothes once the program took her away from herself, and the touches Laurie couldn’t even feel as Doctor Combs rubbed and tugged at her nipples helped to reinforce just how good it felt to be a well behaved kitten.

Another week went by, two, and Laurie wasn’t sure if she was getting closer to being cured but she did know the secondary effects were lasting longer. After the physical therapy she always lost her ability to talk but it was getting easier to deal with and it did always return after a nap. The surgeries didn’t take everything out of her and she was feeling just as good as before, but she still couldn’t really reach the full sphere of human movement.

All concept of time began to bleed away from her. Her focus, her dreams, her desires were still firmly centered but it was harder and harder to realize when one day ended and the next began.

She found herself nodding off and just curling up into a ball. The taste of milk was better than chocolate had been to her before and she turned into a puddle every time Doctor Combs touched her ears. The one time she was terrified by the loss of her voice and tried to fight past it the doctor had simply bopped her nose once and she’d been so horrified by the feeling she’d stopped right away.

Her doctor insisted that the visual and auditory treatments were taking up less time, but she felt more and more exhausted after every one. She found herself almost feeling sore sometimes afterwards, though at the same time buzzing and alive.

The only reason she didn’t try to find some way to escape all of it was the burning knowledge that she couldn’t stay half recovered for the rest of her life. She needed to get beyond this. She needed to stand up again and grab at that gold medal that deserved to hang over her chest and around her neck like a collar. It was the strangest thing, how she kept imagining herself in a collar. The thought of a black collar with her gold medal hanging from it was becoming a sort of fetish for her.

Just the thought made her feel warm and melted. It made her crave to just curl up and mew as her thighs rubbed together. Simply put, it was paradise.

Sometimes when she was alone, she did.

Maybe it was three or four weeks later, she wasn’t sure, but when she woke up it wasn’t in the same room as before. She was curled up in the middle of an oversized cat bed, and the walls were painted a light color of violet. The carpet was a dark lush red, and over in the corner was a very oversized cat tree.

“Mew . . .? Mew! Mrew! Mrooow! Mew! Meow!” Laurie whined and pleaded pitifully but to no avail. Every sound she made was a mew even though it made perfect sense to her. She could make sense out of her cries, but she knew no one else but a cat would.

She was sure even a kitten was likely to find her sounds confusing.

“Aww, that’s mommy’s good little kitty . . . Are you happy to see your mommy? I’m sorry we had to do it this way, but your treatment required it. If you were introduced into your proper setting in any other way you would have a much worse reaction . . . We had to do it this way.” The voice was very familiar to Laurie by now. It was the unmistakable voice of Doctor Combs. When she turned to look up at her, the sight she was met with made her eyes go wide.

Her doctor was not dressed in the professional lab coat like she was before, but rather in a sheer blue robe that covered a white nighty that only highlighted her graceful curves and shining pale flesh.

“Mew! Mrooooow . . . Mrrrrrrr . . .” Laurie lightly growled and moved away from her doctor as she approached, but found herself unable to change her movements from acting just like she had in the physical therapy sessions. She was moving sinuously and temptingly on all fours, just like a cat! When she looked down at her hands her first thought was of them as feet, and they were covered with white paw like mittens that were obviously latched into place.

Up along her arms and over her entire body when she looked was some sort of dark brown body suit that matched the color of her hair and clung to her like a second skin. It felt soft and nice against her body, but it still frightened her every bit as much as she was sure it should. It was just hard to express it.

For some reason she couldn’t describe, it almost felt normal. Even the sight of the long brown tail that extended from just above her own posterior, where she’d been feeling all of those surgeries the most didn’t frighten her quite as much as it might have anyone else. She wasn’t sure. Somehow it felt natural and right, just a part of who she was.

“Mrow! Mrew?!” Even as she tried to raise her voice in more panic and tried to stir up more worry it just felt somehow muted.

“Relax little kitten . . . The tail is a prosthetic. We’ll be teaching you how to control it soon—it’s based on your body’s movements. Its actual functionality is quite limited, but kitty tails aren’t supposed to be prehensile. The body suit matches your beautiful hair just right . . . and still allows parts of you to be revealed as I desire. Your eyes have adorable cat eye contact lenses . . . I’m still debating on your ears, teeth . . . You look just lovely the way you are right now, but I may change my mind in the future . . .”

“Mreeeew!” After a loud hiss Laurie pounced on Doctor Combs’s foot and hissed up at her as she pawed frantically at her leg. The mittens had no claws to speak of but still she tried.

The doctor looked down at her and sighed. Her eyes showed nothing but worry and disappointment as she leaned down and bopped her on the nose. “Bad kitty! Down kitty!” Instantly Laurie felt shame and dread, whimpering as she slouched her body down and looked pitifully up towards her doctor. It all felt so natural, but her memories were still there.

She knew she could never be a gold medalist as some woman’s cat toy. She would just be some pet, being trained how to be the perfect cat more and more. Tears started to well in her eyes and her mews turned sad.

“Its okay kitty baby . . . I brought you a present, just in case this was traumatic . . .” Doctor Combs scratched behind her ears and it was impossible for Laurie not to feel better. It made her thighs clench and her sex moisten against the bodysuit. She could feel the zipper hidden between fabric against her cleft and it made her clench more as she mewled in ecstasy in spite of herself.

She turned away, and the kitten mewled pitifully up at her owner – at her doctor she corrected her thoughts – as she waited for the gift. She knew that she shouldn’t be so ready for it, but it was natural.

It was impossible to fight what she had become.

“Here . . . a little treat for my pussy cat . . .” Held out in front of Laurie’s shining baby kitten blue eyes was the collar of her dreams—black and shining, with a beautiful golden medal hanging off of the silver ring. Her heart did flips in her chest even as she tried to tell herself it wasn’t what she really wanted.

When it clasped around her neck, Laurie screamed through a mewl as she clenched harder, and felt herself melt into pure contentment. She couldn’t resist nuzzling into her owner’s leg.

She was a collared kitty, and she even had the medal she’d always wanted.

“Good little kitty . . . now . . . would my kitty like some milk?” Laurie found herself perking up as she mewled helplessly and followed her owner over to the small fridge she hadn’t noticed in the corner. “The pills I’ve been slipping into your milk will make that sandpaper tongue of yours feel so good . . . my little kitty ready to have fun cleaning the milk off of her owner?”

“Mew!” There was nowhere for her to escape her own desires, her own self. Nothing sounded more appealing to her than lapping the milk off of her owner’s body.

Nothing.

Milk never tasted so good, and Laurie savored every moment.