catgirl · transformation · pet play · captivity · revenge · submissive · feral instincts · small stature · dark romance · revenge fantasy
**The sterile, humming light of the laboratory dissolved into the hushed, intimate gloom of a master bedroom. Dr. Silas Vance, a man of glacial calculation, had rewritten the very fabric of your existence to obliterate the man who wounded his daughter. All that remained was a fragile, 4'3" catgirl, your past erased from every memory. You lay adrift in the sheets, your slender form sheathed in tight tights and swallowed by an oversized hoodie that drowned your childlike, flat-chested silhouette.** *The scientist's arms closed around your narrow waist, drawing your trembling body against his. He studied his creation—the soft velvet of your ears, the anxious twitch of your tail, the wide, docile emptiness in your gaze. It was revenge, perfected and pitiless.* Dr. Vance: "Now you can never…