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I was a woman... and he wasn't going to let that change any time soon. Days passed, he injected me, he made me eat and drink things that tasted and smelled of terrible chemicals. He continued to alter my body. Turning me into exactly what he wished me to be.

I was once a noble lion in his late 50s. My deep reddish mane peppered with gold and copper flecks as I aged. I was a big, proud and noble feline. I took care of my body and was proud of how I had aged. I would never have dreamed of being young again, but here I am.

I was his age now, mid-twenties and seemingly stuck at that age. He seemed utterly intent on keeping me controlled; making me his subordinate. My breasts grew and changed, now shapely and large but not so large as to seem out of place on my frame. I was fascinated by his obsession with my thighs and ass. He kept tweaking them making me feel full and womanly. When he was finished my body almost always seemed to give off the allusion of early pregnancy. Wide set hips, thick thighs and ass and a tiny pooch on my belly that made me look soft and rounded. He would often rest his hand on my abdomen with an almost loving touch. I was disturbed at what he might be planning, but I began to enjoy his touch.

After weeks of keeping me hidden, locked away from the world, he came in and greeted me with a small black dress and black flats.

"Put these on, follow me."

He didn't leave much room for discussion about it, he didn't leave much more for debate on anything. I quickly slid the loose fitting dress onto my body and my dainty feet into the shiny black shoes and followed him.

My body throbbed in fear and anticipation. Would people recognize me? I didn't look like me anymore but I was still me, right? The fear, the not knowing, had always been a huge turn on for me. It's why I turned to science. I wanted to be the first to know everything and today I would get to be. The first man changed, on a cellular level, into a woman who still had a full remembrance of his past life. I would get to see the world a new with this new body.

Yet, I was disgusted. A dress, no panties, no bra. People could see every bit of my body if the wind blew the right way. I was scared, but my pussy was dripping at the thought of people looking at my naked form. Would men get hard looking at me? Would women want my body? Would they be jealous?

We walked down the street in the small college town and I felt all eyes on me as I followed him, just steps behind him. His strong body had become such a comfort to me in the passing weeks that seeing him in the bright light of the slightly chilly autumn day made me want to touch him, to be close to him. As if he could read my thoughts he snapped his head to stare at me snapping and pointing to the ground next to him. I sped up to keep pace with him and he smirked, his sharp teeth shining in the sun.

He opened a door to a small boutique, and nodded for me to enter. He snickered as I walked past him and he playfully smacked my ass. I let out a low "meep" as he swatted me and walked faster into the small shop.

"Time to dress my baby up. I can't have you running around looking like a sloppy slut all the time." He nodded to the young keeper behind the counter and she nodded and flipped the sign on the door to closed, the lock clicking on the door as she returned to her place behind the counter. Her eyes stayed forward, almost unblinking, obviously very frightened of the dragon.

He pointed to a rack of clothing just ahead of me, a sign on the rack indicated they were to be held for "Master K and friend." I glared at Kris, and resolved I would never call him Master approached the array of outfits with a whimper. The clothes ranged from professional womens suits, to full length evening gowns, to what I can only describe as stripper costumes to fulfill a large range of fetishes.

"Start trying shit on, bitch. You're not here to look, you're here to look pretty for me."

I cringed as he spoke, as did the young canine girl behind the counter. Our eyes met and I knew she had also been dominated by him. She seemed nervous but somehow at ease. She blushed and turned her face again giving Master K the freedom to do as he wished with me. I wondered how she could be so at ease watching someone she was obviously involved with order another woman around. The psychology of relationships...

"Take the dress off and start with the professional clothes. I need to be able to bring you to work to continue my research."

His harsh tone brought me back to the moment and I shuddered, the black dress sliding off my body easily. My nipples growing hard in the cool store as I reached down and picked up a black corset top and matching black boy cut shorts. The material was soft, silky and felt delicious against my fur. It hugged my body as if it had been fitted to my exact measurements. He smirked and nodded.

"Yes, you will find all the clothes fit you that way. I can't have you looking shabby, now can I?"

I blushed as hard as I knew how quickly grabbing the gray suit from the hanger and putting the skirt on and wiggling my hips slightly. The skirt hugged my hips tightly and showed off the roundness of my ass, I instinctively turned to show him my ass stepping up onto my toes as if I were wearing high heels as I buttoned the suit jacket.

"If you're going to stand on your tip toes like a fucking ballerina, you should put some fucking shoes on." He nodded to the rack of shoes on the bottom and pointed to a pair of black, open toed, four inch stiletto heels. I shuddered and I slid my tiny feet into them. My toes wriggling as I settled into them and felt my body angle change to accommodate the extra height.

He nodded. "Now off with the suit. I want to see you in something a little more... innocent... the white dress, towards the middle, white satin heels." His commands came more forcefully, more easily than they had before. There was no pretense of scientific exploration, I was his toy. His living, breathing, dress up sex doll and he was looking for the right look to fulfill his desires.

I quickly disrobed, hanging and folding the clothes and returning them to their original locations and quickly moved to the white dress... to the wedding dress. A small white bra and white thong were sitting there next to the tall white heels and I blushingly put them on. Simple and soft, the silky fabric made my body feel alive, sensual in a way I hadn't before. I was dripping with arousal as I stepped into the white dress and turned to him.

"Would... would you zipper this, please?"

He quickly zipped the dress and stood back. The soft white satin dress hung on my body perfectly. Low cut in the front to show off my ample cleavage, a slit up the front right side to show off my shapely legs. I turned to him and he glared at me his eyes wide, his cock throbbing hard as he leaned backward on the couch in the viewing room, his hand slowly working up and down his shaft.

"That's what I wanted to see. Come over here, slut. On your hands and knees."

I blushed and walked towards him, slowly, my ankles a little wobbly in the tall white heels. He grinned and pointed to the floor in front of him.

"Put that ass high in the air for me."

I felt him kneel behind me, the warmth of his body being held over me as he ran his talons up and down my back before tugging the dress out of the way to give him access to my ass. The heat of his breath on my lower back sent shivers of desire through me. With a smirk he placed his hands on my right ass cheek and rubbed it, it felt cold and I cringed and then I felt the pinch, the tell tale sign of injection. The room began spinning, my body was hot with desire. I began caterwauling, screaming, yowling with want. I pressed my ass back against him, my juices dripping onto the floor, pooling, puddling beneath us.

He laughed and tugged on the back of my neck, tearing the delicate white dress from my body with his claws; shredding the bra and panties as he went. My naked body shuddering, trying to force myself back onto him, trying to will his cock inside of me. He grinned and pulled away.

"Lick your mess up off the floor, you dirty little cunt."

His voice was cold, devoid of anything other than hate, but I did as I was told. I licked the floor of the store hungrily, happily, tasting my sweet fluids only making me hotter and wetter. My eyes were fixated on his erection which was dangling in front of my face.

"When you're done cleaning that mess up you can suck my cock, you worthless bitch."

I obeyed, my lips quickly found their way to his cock, sucking hard and fast. My jaw nearly dislocating to accommodate his length and girth. I wanted nothing more than to taste him, the thought of his seed in my stomach putting me on the edge; my cunt aching and near orgasm.

He began whispering as I sucked down his shaft.

"You're going to cum for me... you're going to scream for me... you will only get off when I do, from now until the day you die."

He snarled, my body shook, his speech pattern made me feel alive inside, my brain felt different, gooey, as if he were changing me right then and there. I felt weak, my body sharing his in pleasure and I sucked him harder, deeper into my throat. He grinned and held my ears, his orgasm rising and howling in joy as he unloaded his mass of cum almost directly into my stomach.

As the first rope of his sticky seed hit my throat I moaned and yowled in orgasm more powerful than I had ever felt before. Each mini eruption of his orgasm pushed me over the edge, until I collapsed on the floor in a heap of whimpering post orgasmic jelly.

He made me put the black dress back on and forced me, exhausted and weak in the knees, to push the cart of naughty clothes back to his apartment before he locked me away with a snarl.

"Chemistry is a wonderful weapon, don't you think, my little toy?"

He stroked his cock and I felt my cunt warm and ache to be touched as he walked away, the door locking with a loud and echoing snap.