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Cold. That was the first thought that came to Ashley’s mind. She felt the chill of a metal surface across the back of her body and the ambient room temperature elsewhere. She also noted that she was naked but struggled to recall why. Her lids opened to reveal orange irises, like eyes of autumn. Glancing down, she confirmed her lack of clothing, eyeing her soft grey fur coloring with the patches of an ashy snow leopard. Ashley took in her surroundings, her mind slowly catching up and beginning to panic after being turned off for so long.

It was a white-tiled chamber, squat and rectangular, with a wide pane of black opaque glass in front of her. Directly above and on the floor to the sides, the perfectly square tile pattern was broken by seams that suggested they could open. Ashley was at the center of the chamber atop a metal table that tilted forward slightly- strapped to the table in unyielding leather restraints. She pulled at them, finding her muscles weakened by the lingering effects of… something. How did I get here? What is this place? she thought.

Ashley frowned as she struggled to recall details, finding that something had fogged her memory. She had been in a bar, drinking the Friday night away. She danced and flirted, willing to go further if the right person came along. There was a Doberman, beautiful and seductive, who had offered to join her in a night of drinking and forgetting. What was her name? The canine lady provided drink after tasty drink, and that’s where it got foggy. How long ago was that?

That’s when the realization and panic caught up to Ashley. She’d been kidnapped and was now tied down to a table in some crazy facility—gods knew what was going to happen to her. Ashley called for help, shouting, screaming, and shaking in her restraints. Nobody heard her, and nothing changed. The girl, barely into her twenties, struggled to grasp that her life could very well end here in some bizarre serial killer’s trap. Before she could begin sobbing, a man’s voice filled the room from unknown sources.

“Ashley Sennip, born July fourteenth, two-thousand and four, female snow leopard—”

“HEY! Who are you??” she interrupted, but the nameless man continued talking as if he wasn’t addressing her.

“—scheduled for experimental body modification and standard mental reprogramming. Current date is… August second, two-thousand twenty-five. Beginning test.”

“Please, don’t do this!”

Ashley’s request was ignored as hissing filled the room, like that of a deflating balloon. At the same time, the floor panels opened up with mechanical whirring to reveal hydraulic arms festooned with strange devices, but most worryingly, needles. The snep wriggled in her bindings as much as she could, but there was no escaping the two needles coming in from either side. As pistons pushed the piercing tips forward, she decided to hold still and let it happen; if her captors weren’t going to kill her, botching their experiment and getting injected in the wrong place might.

The needles pressed into Ashley’s two ample mounds, easily penetrating and sinking in a few inches. The snep gritted her teeth at the sting of pain, then groaned when the plungers began to push something into her breasts. Immediately, they felt hot and sensitive, like a female’s heat but localized to her chest. The syringes retracted, their payloads expended, slowly folding back on hinges beneath the floor tiles.

Ashley had always been proud of her chest size, having grown to a healthy C-cup by the end of high school. Now, she feared what these freaks were doing to her body. Not much changed, but thrashing in her restraints was enough to spark pleasure from the way it made her boobs shift slightly. It was clear this was some weird sex thing, but knowing that didn’t help her. Escape seemed rather impossible, having tested her bindings so much, so Ashley decided the best she could do was to spite her kidnappers. Deny them the satisfaction of whatever a ‘successful’ experiment might be.

The soft hissing in the background ceased, making the feline realize the previously pristine white room now had a pink tint. Some sort of gas had been filling the room, and she’d already inhaled plenty of it! For a moment, Ashley held her breath but quickly gave up on that idea. She waited on the table, helpless to do anything but observe whatever was being done to her body. The table wasn’t so cold anymore, but the cat realized it was because her body was heating up.

The heat that afflicted her bosom became apparent in every part of her body, though to a lesser extent. She wasn’t sure if it spread from the injection in her tits or if the gas was making her horny. The padded leather around her neck prevented Ashley from looking down to check her crotch, but she realized with horror that she could feel wetness on her lower lips. The snep’s body was responding to the chemicals forced into it, and there was absolutely nothing to be done about it. She tried to angle her claws, pull with all her meager might, and jostle herself in hopes of shaking something loose, but the equipment in this facility was far too sturdy.

In glancing around for any detail she might have missed, the leopard noticed her boobs did not look the same. Having known their shape and weight for so long, it was obvious they were larger and felt heavier than they should on her chest. The fuckers were growing her breasts somehow.

“Fucking perverts!”

The rat behind the one-way glass made more notes on a clipboard.

Ashley’s deep orange eyes were glued to her tits, watching them swell in real time from C-cup to DD. It was like watching balloons fill with water. She felt the added weight of the enhancement as gravity caused them to spill over the sides of her frame. It was a bizarre thing to watch. The snow leopard stared at her enlarged mounds in disbelief, still unable to grasp the severity of her situation. The voice came through again.

“Subject’s breasts grew faster than anticipated, though not to expected size.”

“You can’t—you won’t get away with this!”

This time, he did respond to her. “We will. Initiate mental reprogramming.”

The whining of pistons returned as the ceiling above came apart to drop yet more devices onto Ashley. She stared up in fear at what looked like a headset with goggles being lowered on delicate arms down to her head. The trapped girl writhed and swung her head around to spite the machine’s efforts, but its sturdiness surprised her once more. The arms thrust hard, roughly forcing the device on and scraping one rounded ear painfully. She shook in defiance, but the servos of the contraption were stronger than the muscles in her neck.

Ashley gasped as her vision went dark, the heavy visor blocking all but her peripherals. She struggled a bit longer until the device seemed to sense it was ‘locked on’ and clamped to her head. Small pieces contracted on the headset and locked it to her head, encompassing her sight and hearing completely. The sensory blackout left her unable to even hear her own panicked breathing. Yet it also heightened her other senses, which was to say, her sensitive body.

The aphrodisiacs introduced to the leopard’s system were working as predicted, making Ashley squirm in her bindings and leak unwanted arousal between her legs. With nothing to hear and nothing to see, she could only focus on that intense heat surging through her body; it would quickly become apparent that the drugs had induced an early heat cycle in the feline. Ashley found herself yearning to touch herself, to rub her sensitive tits or aching pussy. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she could only writhe in her restraints and endure a burning desire to find relief despite her previous resolution to resist.

Sensory deprivation combined with aphrodisiacs was hard on the snow leopard, but Ashley had done kinkier things than that; this alone would not break her, even if she did end up creaming herself before her captors over and over. But then the static buzz of audio filled her ears and vibrant pink light glared across her vision. The arms holding the headset retracted back into the ceiling while a flexible cord remained connected, passing data in to be fed to Ashley. The screen on the interior of her visor resolved into pastel pink and white swirls, overlaid with text that flashed by too fast for her to read.

The snep tried to cry out, even begging her captors to stop. As usual, her words were heard and ignored. Her panicked shouts were muffled, the quality of the headset’s noise cancellation combined with the audio now playing.

“You are a sex doll. Obey. You are a good girl. Submit. You live for sex. Beg. Your master—”

The single-word commands were matched in her visor, followed by rapidly flashing instructions until the next audio command. The sensory assault was unrelenting, never allowing Ashley a second to think for herself; every thought of resistance was blasted away by a new command, forcing her focus on that instead.

All the while, her physical condition became worse; a very real heat bloomed within Ashley while the headset did its nefarious work. Unbeknownst to her, the injection continued to slowly grow Ashley’s breasts, expanding them into the beginnings of an E-cup. Through the constant audio barrage, she heard the muffled sounds of her captor making a comment on this, but that was outside her attention capacity now.

She writhed in her bindings, no longer to break free but in the throes of building pleasure. Ashley yearned to feel something thick and hard in her soaked sex, but her will denied it. I won’t succumb to these freaks, no matter what they do to me, she thought. Hypnosis isn’t real, this can’t—

“ OBEY ”

A shiver of submission wracked Ashley’s body. Some part of her knew that pleasure and relief would be found down the path of surrender. There was a certain appeal to giving in to a life of pleasure—NO! This isn’t me! I will resist. The snep’s body was slowly but surely being consumed in drug-fueled lust. Her mind was subtly being affected by subliminal messaging. She would deny it to herself, but Ashley’s mental defenses steadily eroded. It’s nothing more than chemicals and silly tricks, not will-bending magic, she continued to tell herself.

The rodent behind the glass settled in for a long observation.

“ CUM ”

Ashley came again. She wasn’t counting, but it was well into the double digits. Another squirt of feminine juices dripped down the angled table to join the large puddle below. It was but a drop of relief in an ocean of torture. Cruel, yet pleasurable torture. How long has it been? She couldn’t say. It had become difficult to recall anything from her past, even something as simple as a few hours ago. The flashing lights and instructions were her life now. Though, she had lived before, hadn’t she? What had she been doing before…

“ CUM ”

The snow leopard came instantly to the command, just as she had been trained to. Ashley’s attempts to recall unimportant things—like why she was here and if she should be trying to escape—were washed away along with her feminine juices, as well as a bit more of her resistance. It was hard to do anything but watch words flash by her eyes and feel a stream of immediately forgotten words flow through her ears. Ashley was drooling.

Some part of the woman’s rationale still remained deep inside, struggling to make her care about what was happening to her. That small part wanted to be free from all this, to escape and return to her normal life. It was vastly overshadowed by Ashley who had been drinking in all of the subliminal messaging and searing unknown programming into her neurons. As her resistance crumbled, it felt better and better to obey and be a good girl.

No! That’s wrong. I am Ashley Sennip, I’ve been kidnapped, and I’m a good girl—wait! The snow leopard shivered on the table, battling her own mind and desperately trying to remember which parts of her mind were supposed to be there. The mental battle was only half the fight, as physically the induced heat still rocked her body in unbearable ways. The horny feline would have given anything to be able to touch herself, let alone get fucked by a big strong cock.

Her skin was so hot it felt like her fur should be matted with sweat, though the fur between her legs was certainly drenched. Ashley’s pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be used as a sex slave’s fuck-hole should be. The combined assault on her resistance was working just as planned, eroding bit by bit with every climax, the line between wanted and unwanted becoming a blur.

“Follow master’s instructions. You will feel good. A good girl pleases their master. Obey.”

The words playing into Ashley’s ears were replacing her own thoughts, and she mouthed along as if she were saying them herself. It felt amazing to be a good girl, and she knew it would feel even better to embrace it. Why hadn’t she already? She couldn’t think of a single reason against it. She could feel her slutty pussy juicing at the thought of submitting already. Was there a reason to resist?

“ CUM ”

Ashley squirted again, this time her mouth curling into a wicked grin. There was a reason to resist, but it couldn’t have been that important if she couldn’t even remember why. A part of her, the more prominent horny part of Ashley, knew that there was much pleasure to be had down the path of submission. The mental reconditioning did its job, and now all she had to do was fall into place.

“ SUBMIT ”

“I submit!” she cried out into the testing chamber, on the cusp of yet another orgasm.

A particular console in front of the lab rat, one monitoring Ashley’s brainwaves, lit up green; mental reprogramming was complete. He took some notes and typed in a few commands, then spoke into the microphone once more.

“Test appears to be successful; subject has been domesticated.” He hesitated, then added, “Conducting behavioral examination personally.”

Ashley’s world went dark for a moment as the visor deactivated, leaving her to her own horny, horny thoughts. The headset unclamped, releasing her skull before lifting away in a whine of hydraulics. The busty snow leopard was in a white-tiled room, strapped to an angled metal table. She struggled to realize this was the same room she was in before.

The table she was attached to leveled out, apparently having been capable of moving the entire time, to be perfectly horizontal. Wall tiles to the side slid open, revealing a white hallway beyond and a rat in a lab coat standing in the threshold. He was tall, and his large circular ears added greatly to that. A long, thin tail extended out past the coat, flicking slightly with barely concealed excitement. His red rodent eyes scrutinized Ashley through spectacles, no longer hindered by an additional layer of one-way glass, and noticed that her once-intelligent orange eyes were now a dull brown, the focus replaced by a glazed pliancy. He walked up to Ashley, setting a clipboard beside her head, then began to undo the restraints.

The snow leopard from hours ago would have gone for the neck, swiping with claws and then making a mad dash for the unknown hallways beyond. The sex slave took her first opportunity at freedom to instead dive her head over to the lab rat’s crotch, easily spying the sizable bulge and eager to huff his manliness. The scent of a male’s cock, faint through his long pants, was enough to send her heat-afflicted body into spasms.

“Heh, eager aren’t we?”

“Mmmmrrf~.”

Ashley nuzzled into their bulge as the tall rat finished with the last of her restraints, undoing the comfortable leather straps around her ankles. He stepped back, and the horny feline immediately followed, dropping off the table and to her knees before the man. She wanted to suck him off so badly, to feel his cock inside her slave pussy, but she hesitated. Something told her to ask first.

“Can I please pleasure you..?”

The scientist sidestepped around her to retrieve his clipboard.

“That depends. Who are you?”

Ashley thought about it. She seriously tried to remember but couldn’t recall any name—only a title.

“I’m a sex doll!”

“Good girl.”

He ticked off a couple of checkboxes while Ashley squirmed on her knees, dripping even more arousal onto the floor. The rodent set aside his clipboard, then removed his belt and set that aside too.

“I am currently your master. I order you to pleasure me with your mouth.”

“Yes, master!”

The grey leopard immediately tugged her master’s pants down, revealing a long and curvy murine cock, coupled with a hefty, white-furred sack. Ashley had sucked plenty of dick to know how to please this one; she suckled on the end and used both paws to stroke his shaft, moaning in delight as even more length emerged from his sheath.

The lab rat sighed, feeling those expert lips servicing his frankly porn-star cock. Ashley began to take him deeper, so he thrust into her mouth to aid her efforts, managing to get half his length into the feline’s maw before making her gag. That would be trained out of her, but he couldn’t fault them this early into the reconstruction. He patted her cheek twice, and she immediately leaned away, the ingrained instructions moving her body without her even choosing to.

“Use your breasts as well now,” he commanded, moving around to sit on the metal table. He held a hidden button on the underside, causing the piston to lower until his crotch was at a comfortable height for Ashley. She quickly shuffled over to squish her voluptuous F-cup tits around her master’s curved pole, covering all but the tip, which she then suckled on. The test chamber filled with obscene slurping as Ashley rather enthusiastically serviced her kidnapper’s throbbing cock.

Another perfect sex doll, he thought, taking pride in his work; it felt almost as good as the feline trying to drain his balls through her tits and mouth. A little too good too quickly—he wasn’t going to last. Another two taps to her cheek.

“Present your pussy and beg for my cum.”

Without hesitation, the mind-broken snep whirled around and kneeled on all fours, one paw in the puddle of feminine arousal she’d made earlier. She hiked her thick and fluffy tail up to expose a pretty pink tailhole paired with a heat-swollen mound, wiggling her cute butt all the while. Her instincts were screaming at her to pounce the rodent and ride his amazing length, but a sex doll wasn’t allowed to do that, at least not without permission. Her purpose was to be used at her master’s whim, serving their sexual needs and whatever else was ordered.

“Please, master, please fuck me. I need your stud cock inside me! I exist to be your cum receptacle, so please~!”

“Good girl,” he said, running a paw through the silky fur of Ashley’s ass. She shivered at the praise and clenched her glistening pussy, eager to be rewarded for flawless behavior. Her master’s touch was electrifying, making her feel like a piece of meat he owned and could do whatever he wanted with—it was true, after all.

The tip of his length went in easily enough, quickly followed by the rest of his twisting spire; Ashley had been aroused and cumming for so long that her tight pussy barely resisted him. With little effort, the rodent pushed his cock all the way in until the end kissed her womb, resulting in a huge orgasm. The snep had been aching for something thick in her pussy for ages, and now that she had it, it cemented her position as a subservient sex doll. She belonged to her master, and she would be rewarded with his glorious cock.

The lab rat rutted into her, allowing himself a moment of guilty pleasure after a long day of work. He certainly enjoyed his work and found great pleasure in breaking the wills of his test subjects, but he also enjoyed the more primal pleasures from time to time. And this line of work had quite some benefits.

“Cum.”

Ashley was still recovering after squirting from her master’s insertion, but the command triggered something in her brain; a pathway forged by pleasure. She wasn’t ready for it, but the snep’s body convulsed anyway as it was forced into another orgasm. Her elbows buckled, and she fell forward into her own sticky residue, moaning in literally uncontrollable pleasure.

Consequently, her pussy spasmed and milked the fat murine dick spreading it, bringing a thrilling tightness for the rat to pound into. Ashley was unable to get herself back up and instead lay face down, ass up with her pillowy breasts acting as a comfortable cushion for her to rest on. Despite being quite out of it, Ashley’s body was on autopilot and kept squeezing her master’s cock thanks to hours of reprogramming. As expected, the lab rat’s own fine work expertly brought him to climax.

He hilted deep and groaned as he filled up his latest victim, shooting enough creamy seed for it to back out of Ashley’s pussy and stain the fur of their crotches. The scientist slumped over the feline, as any man would do after cream-pieing a hot, slutty snow leopard. It was then, in his post-nut clarity, that he noticed they were being observed.

“Kon! What did I tell you about touching the merchandise?”

A slender black and brown Doberman stood leaning in the doorway, her wavy black hair cascading over a white coat that matched the rat’s. She looked at Kon with a smirk, as if she caught him red-handed and wasn’t surprised. He straightened up and attempted to look presentable, despite being balls-deep in a mind-fucked snep.

“They’re my merchandise, Bonnie. And you know there’s no issue with me testing them out.”

“Yeah, I know, boss, just jealous.”

The two scientists exchanged a brief smirk.

“Your breast growth serum worked well. Quick burst at the start, then slow growth until they hit estimated size.”

The Doberman pondered that for a moment, as if revising calculations in her head. Meanwhile, Kon pulled out of the twitching leopard, his long rodent cock flicking free with a spatter of fluids. Ashley attempted to follow her master, struggling to her feet.

“Anyways, Ashley Sennip is done. Full success. Would you be a darling and escort her to physical training?”

The Doberman moved to help up the weak feline as the lab rat spoke to the feline once more, “This is Bonnie; she’ll take you to your new master.”

The trained sex doll snapped to position and quickly nodded, “Understood, sir.”

Ashley had a brief flash of memory, envisioning the same Doberman sharing drinks with her in a bar. She blinked, and the distortion was gone. Forgotten. It couldn’t have been real, because she had no past life. She was a sex doll. The feline fell in line behind Bonnie and walked with her through the hallways of the facility.

The two passed by chambers similar to the one Ashley had been reborn in. A few were empty, but most contained captives in varying states of resistance. In one was a female skunk of blue and white stripes, undergoing a process similar to what the feline recently experienced. The snow leopard watched their modest breasts balloon just as hers had earlier, but unlike Ashley this skunk seemed to be enjoying herself. In another, two wolves spit-roasted a sergal between them; both canines wore latex bodysuits and had expressions of crazed lust as they pounded at a clearly unwilling female. In the time it took Ashley and Bonnie to walk by the observation glass, the sergal had gone from panicked flailing to lulled moaning with a glassy-eyed stare.

Kon, headmaster of the Love Doll Factory, called for cleaners to reset Ashley’s chamber and left to go clean himself up. He had to look presentable for a reporter coming to investigate allegations of ‘immoral activities’ occurring within his facility and assure them that their products were merely hyper-realistic androids. If that didn’t work, he could always reprogram the reporter to work for them. Maybe he’d do it anyway. He hoped they were a hot vixen.