The automatic door hissed faintly as Addison entered her apartment. The slight screech of metal on metal told her that her roommate had indeed not reported the issue to maintenance. She sighed realizing she would have to take care of it again. Tameryn was a less-than-ideal roommate and coworker. Still, Tameryn had been kind enough to show Addison around when she had taken the promotion that brought her here to Moreland Station.
Taking the posting had been a great boost to Addison’s career, a full three levels from a GS-11 to GS-14. In the plodding Interstellar Trade Commission, that was a massive jump. In truth it took her from a low-level bureaucrat, to a mid-level bureaucrat that spent most of her time making reports on the trade lanes to stuffy superiors who seemed to just ignore her. All the same, it had been a huge step in her career path, so much so she couldn’t pass it up even though she had to move two full sectors away from her old job, her friends, and her family.
The move had left her alone, but Tameryn had come to the rescue again on that front too, welcoming her into the woman’s small gaggle of, admittedly vapid, social climbers. It wasn’t exactly the sort of crowd that Addison typically rubbed shoulders with, but it was better than being alone untold lightyears from anyone she knew she supposed.
As the tired woman entered the communal living room of their apartment, Addison became aware of two things. One she was really tired and didn’t want to go out clubbing tonight, and two the apartment was way too quiet. Tameryn was not exactly a soft-spoken person. Looking about the apartment there was no sign of her. Knowing it to be Tameryn’s day off, a worried Addison pinged a quick neural message to her. Within seconds a torrent of return messages came in jumbled and messy, but what Addison pieced together was that Tameryn went to see her one of her many paramour boy toys and would be back in two hours with Laera and Fausta, two of Tameryn’s little inane acolytes, and Zel so they could all go out together.
That last person was a surprise to Addison. She had met Zel in passing at the ITC. They were about the same age and pay grade, but Zel was an inspector in the Cargo Review Division. Addison had sat in a few meetings with Zel in attendance, and once they had worked on the same team for a case briefly. She had seemed serious and professional, if a bit unremarkable, at the time. Zel seemed far too dour for Tameryn’s tastes in clubbing, and was a far cry from Laera and Fausta who were little more than glorified assistants at the ITC and didn’t appear to have a modicum of intellect between them.
Addison moved to her room, the slightly smaller bedroom of the two-bedroom apartment, and pulled off her professional top from work. She really didn’t want to go out, but she knew Tameryn would guilt her into it, especially if she was desperate enough to invite someone like Zel. A mental alert pinged in her neural net. Another message. What does she want now? thought Addison with a mental groan, but when she opened the message, it was a parcel delivery notification. At first the bureaucrat was stunned and perplexed, pulling on a casual top that contrasted with her still work bound lower half. She rushed down to the collective mailboxes below. Could it be…she thought not wanting to believe her special purchase, the one she had saved for more than three years to buy, had actually arrived and done so early. With trembling hands, she pulled out a moderate sized item wrapped in a nondescript white shipping package. It was perhaps two or three shoeboxes in size.
Heart pounding, Addison, stormed back into her apartment, ripping open the outer packaging, revealing a sleek black box with a small product ident sticker on the side and a single golden key etched in relief upon the top. This was it! The item she had longingly obsessed over since her days at university when she initially discovered such a thing even existed on the net. Her fantasies could finally be realized.
For as long as her conscious memory could recall, she harbored an intense fascination and interest in cats. At first, it seemed an academic and clinical obsession, learning all she could about felines and their biology. Then after her maturity into womanhood that compulsion to learn about the small fluffy creatures became something more intense and personal. Unspoken desires and a few net queries later and she found her felinophile heart awash with crazy new thoughts. At first these new thoughts manifested in seeking out like minded cat obsessed people.
Then when she started dating, she frequently sought out Aurilians since they looked like humanoid cats. Those relationships had all crashed and burned spectacularly, quite the feat for a mild-mannered government official, but they had let her realize the burning feeling inside her demanded something even more intimate. She wanted to be a cat herself, or at least experience some fabricated facsimile of that. That’s when she stumbled across Luminous Aspirations and their wide line of fetish and kink products. There she had found a polymer smart suit that promised to bring all of her pet play fantasies to actualization. And now here it was.
Throwing open the box revealed a small booklet and a mass of matte black polymer neatly folded upon itself. It seemed so impossibly small, a twinge of trepidation rising in her excited mind. Had she somehow ordered the wrong size she worried. She shook the thought away. She knew the smart polymer material could stretch, expand, contort, and even simulate other materials with relative ease.
She set the quaint physical manual aside for a moment. What a strange idea, a tactile manual for such an advanced piece of personal attire, she thought. Then her hands were feeling and kneading the prized item. The texture reminded her of something between silicone and latex. It was wonderful. She wanted to indulge herself with this newly delivered treasure as soon as possible, but she considered how much, or more accurately, how finite her time was. Pulling up her neural clock she had about one and half standard hours until Tameryn would be back. That should be enough time to attempt a quick trial run, she thought. She really only wanted to see how it might feel against her full bare skin. A quick boot up, a bit of sizing, and a few minutes to ogle herself was all she wanted. Besides, when was Tameryn ever on time? She needed no further convincing.
Glancing at the manual she found the link to the digital version and set up an account and linked the controls to her personal neural net. Then following the start up prompts she activated the suit. It all seemed very straightforward and alarmingly simple, well except for the final registration prompt. It had asked her to assign a role to her account for the item. Her choices were user, controller, or switch. Not entirely sure of what the ambiguous meanings were meant to convey, Addison chose the first option since she would be the one using the item, obviously.
The system then asked if she wanted to activate the unit. That was an easy yes, she chuckled to herself. Then the system asked if she wanted to start her first session. She blushed at the thought, a small wave of anxiety and nerves strumming at her chest. She chose the affirmative, and a new complicated mental menu popped into her neural network space. A plethora of settings appeared. A veritable deluge of distinct selections made Addison reel with uncertainty and left her mind in overload. Eventually in the mental space she latched onto the word default. That made sense right? Her time was fleeting before the cackle of Tameryn would herald an exhausting and unwelcome night out, so a quick run with basic settings should be fine she imagined. The menu that followed offered five options: a pony, a dog, a cat, a mermaid, and a pig. This was the easiest selection, a cat obviously. It was the whole impetus for this bank draining acquisition. With the final selection, the system instructed Addison to strip fully and step into the suit. She complied, giddy and nervous all at once.
Placing one and then a second leg into the matte mass of the suit, a final message popped into her mind to confirm the session. Addison in her excitement confirmed without hesitation. In an instant, the limp polymer came to life. It creeped up her legs of its own accord. The cat obsessed woman found it unsettling, reminiscent of an oozing monster rippling and pulsating up her leg like a bad horror vid or something. It coated her legs, torso and arms. Then a tugging sensation began.
First, her forearms were gently pressed against her bicep. Her hands forced down on her shoulders open palmed. Then her body began pulling toward the floor near her discarded clothing. Soon she was on her knees the material fusing thigh to calf. The material kept pulsing, ebbing and waning across different parts of her body. It felt as if she were being caressed by smooth caring hands. It left her warm below. A small moan emanating from her lips.
It was a wondrous if slightly distressing sensation as the material contoured to her and bent her to its will. The most alarming part came when the smart polymer crept up her neck to her head. It formed a sort of hood that covered her hair and parts of her head, and by the dense protrusions sticking up from the top of her head, it had even crafted a set of catlike ears. She smiled, but only for a moment as she felt an intense push at her rear as something entered and expanded, a slight weight pulling uncomfortably from the intrusion.
Finally, the material came to a rest. Addison did a quick inspection of the results. Her chest, belly, and pussy were bare, though her clit was enveloped for some reason. She was resting on all fours on her elbows and knees, each reinforced with a dense padded layer of polymer, evoking cat paws with their shape. Her hands were pressed against her shoulders though no sign of them could be seen through the layers of smart material. She could feel the cat ears twitching randomly atop her head like a real cat.
She smiled, this was amazing! Suddenly she became aware of a strange sensation from her stretched butt, like something slowly brushing side to side. Addison did her best to look over her shoulder to confirm something she suspected. She had a tail sticking from her behind, and not only that, but it was moving in cadence with her emotions. The fake tail was uplifted and swishing gently side to side matching her euphoric feelings.
Addison started to speak aloud her adoration for the suit, “This is amazshhnggh…” a strong but not completely debilitating electric shock pulsed from her throat. A warning blared in her neural net from the app connected to the suit, Vocalizations other than acceptable set options detected. Corrective action taken.
Confused by what had transpired, Addison let out a befuddled, “What the fuGHNGH...” The words again cut off by a shock at her neck. By now the middling bureaucrat turned fetish cat girl pieced together she wasn’t allowed to speak. More distressingly, the message that pinged into her mind was slightly different this time. Vocalizations other than acceptable set options detected. Corrective action taken. Second offense, activating additional corrective measures.
Addison felt panic gripping her. What the hell does that mean? she thought. Moments later her answer came as the polymer crept up her neck, over her jaw to her lips. She clenched them shut in a feeble attempt to stave off whatever malicious intent the terrifying ooze planned for her. The rebellion lasted all of two seconds before another harsher shock at her neck pulsed, her mouth reflexively opening allowing a small sip of the material in. Addison tried to clamp her lips back shut and bite the seeping polymer, but it was too late. The gates were breached and her mouth was fast turning into a reservoir for the black viscous sludge. As a last attempt to repel the invasive intruder, Addison’s tongue flicked forward trying to push the growing mass out, but to no avail, becoming entangled instead.
When the dust settled and Addison’s initial panic subsided, she realized the polymer now covered much of her lower face. She could still open her mouth, her lips were bare, but the inside of her mouth was coated in the smart material including her tongue. Wondering morbidly what the new ‘corrective measure’ added, or more likely took away, she tried to speak once more. Before the words were even able to form into sound her mouth and tongue locked into place, and another shock pulsed through her. The only sound to escape her was a faint muffled grunt and gurgle from the back of her throat.
Vocalizations other than acceptable set options detected. Corrective action taken. Third offense, activating additional corrective measures. Addison felt the material around her throat bulge and tighten. It took a moment for what had just happened to fully register, the absurdity of it beyond what Addison’s assailed senses could quite believe, but nonetheless it did finally hit. The material had formed itself into a sort of collar, the tightening noticeable, but not enough to create breathing problems yet. Addison shivered slightly at the prospect of what that constriction might become. It was also in this moment that she became aware of another sensation further back. Looking again over her matte black shoulders she saw that her ‘tail’ was only now drooping after pointing angrily straight upwards in surprise.
Piecing together what the suit was doing, Addison decided to try something else. She meowed, and the system seemed to take no issue with the sound. On the contrary, the material covering her most sensitive spot vibrated pleasantly if only faintly and briefly as a reward. It appeared the default program not only trussed you up like a cat, it punished non-cat behavior while encouraging more feline-like conduct.
Understanding the rules now, Addison felt overjoyed with her purchase. She’d need to adjust the shocks down a bit, but this was great. The suit could help her embrace becoming a little kitty either by the carrot or the stick. The now cat girl decided to test out her new suit. She began moving around the common area of the apartment. Walking, such as it was, proved more laborious than expected, but not as painful as expected. As she went, she tried a few cat behaviors. She rubbed against the stylish couch Tameryn insisted they buy together, despite Addision’s reservations on the matter and general dislike for the overpriced eyesore. The buzzing below returned momentarily.
She purred instinctively, and more pleasure for a bit longer. Scratching the same horrid affront to interior design resulted in another blissful jolt. Then a particularly embarrassing thought entered Addison’s mind. She stuck out her polymer coated tongue and began licking her front leg. She paused for an instant letting out a small purr of satisfaction. The shocks were a distant memory to the elated feeling consuming her now. This is purrfect, she thought, laughing in her mind. She not only could live out her bizarre fantasy, but the suit helped her fully immerse as much as was possible. She began moving about the apartment relishing the experience and sensations.
She knew sadly that she’d likely have to keep this little bit of fantasy hidden in the confines of her own room moving forward, but she was already plotting how to make the experience more authentic, or at least more self-indulgent. She could lock herself in her room for a night, a day, maybe even a weekend, and just have fun pretending to be a female feline.
Maybe she could set up water and feeding bowls in her room, and perhaps a reproduction litter box for other unmentionable kitty needs. Of course, actual cat food and kitty litter would likely be out of the question. It would raise far too many questions at station customs since pets were strictly banned on the orbital habitat, but she was sure she could come up with a good analogue for both. She nearly mistakenly laughed out loud at the devious fun thoughts of what more she could try. Instead, she let out another purr, which granted her another quick buzz.
As Addison the cat girl basked in what she considered her greatest purchase of all time, her delightful moment was interrupted. A neural message came in not from the suit’s app, but from Tameryn. The message informed Addison that her roommate was nearly back home with Laera, Fausta, and Zel in tow. A cold panicked sweat bubbled up across the bound woman. Rereading the message, she realized she had less than five minutes to get out of the suit and start getting ready to go out. In a blur of terror about what to do, she double checked her clock, surely Tameryn was early, but no the clock made it clear that two hours had come and gone.
Apparently being a cat with no cares in the world made time slip past at a rate disproportionate with old theories of relativity. Addison tried to calm her frenetic frightened mind. It would be simple, open up the menu and end the session and the suit would release her in a matter of seconds and go inert. It would then be easy to hide it somewhere in her room. She swiped through menus in her mind and found the end session option. Selecting it, Addison was beyond astonished when instead of being released nothing changed and a disheartening message popped up. Default play session does not allow for user self-termination of session outside of health monitors indicating a medical emergency. Please complete three-hour default session or seek release from authorized controller.
Well, fuck me sideways with a wooden spoon, the usually more eloquent ITC official thought. It was an ancient turn of phrase her grandmother had said growing up. She had been a foul-mouthed hard-working woman, and the saying was simply meant to sound as unpleasant as possible, but right now Addison would have welcomed such a crass and painful reality if it let her escape the embarrassment that was about to happen.
Unsure of what else to do, Addison tried to cancel the session again, but to no success. The same message appeared. Why the hell would that be a default setting? she asked the uncaring universe. She had to come up with a solution. If her coworkers discovered her like this then she’d be ruined, and she could kiss any hope of advancement goodbye. The only solution she could think of was to hide in her room.
She started padding her way to her side of the apartment, but half way she remembered the manual and the box. Reaching the table where the manual lay, Addison awkwardly reached up with her elbow turned paw, and swiped the manual to the floor like some mischievous and moody feline. Picking up the booklet, a picture of a woman bound into what must be the dog configuration covered the front, Addison rushed for her room as fast as she could. There was nothing she could do about the box in her current state, but at least it was fairly nondescript. Hopefully the airheads and Tameryn would be engrossed in some gossip or self-important conversation and miss it altogether.
Crossing into her room she triggered the auto close and lock on the door with a quick neural signal. The relief she felt at being in the safety of her room evaporated instantly when she noticed the door had stuck half way closed. Come on! Addison lamented at her luck, or lack thereof. Tameryn hadn’t even gotten maintenance out to look at the interior doors either. Normally she could give a small shove and the door would unstick and close, but tied as she was there was no way she could get the angle she needed.
Looking around frightened again, Addison locked onto her closet as the next best option. She couldn’t technically lock it, but at least she could get out of sight. As she crossed into the closet space, she heard the front door open and a thunderous storm of laughing voices stream in. Addison got inside and closed the door remotely behind her. Hopefully no one had heard the door close, and with a bit of luck the women would fail to find Addison and head out after a few minutes.
Addison, still holding the manual in her polymer coated mouth, felt herself cease her breathing as the voices came into focus. Laera’s shrill whiny voice, Fausta’s loud world drowning laughs, Tameryn’s nice but almost too sweet voice. They were swapping a story about one of Fausta’s recent boyfriends that Addison had heard a million times already yet the trio loved to keep rehashing. After a bit of talk, Tameryn finally pinged Addison a quick neural message telling her to join them in the living room.
Addison, unsure of what to reply, decided to remain silent. It was probably a terrible decision, but when you are tied up in a suit that makes you act like a cat, decision making probably isn’t your strength. Several more unanswered pings from Tameryn, and the woman verbalized her impatience, “Where the fuck is Addison? She isn’t responding to my messages and that never happens!”
A cough, was followed by a fourth more relaxed and unhurried voice, Zel’s, “I think she might have found other plans for the evening…”
“What do you mean?” Tameryn snapped back.
The same calm voice, nonchalantly responded, “See this box? Well, that’s from a pretty well-known fetish company. So, I’m guessing she found a romantic partner for the evening.”
Laera’s grating voice cut in, “Addsey having a boyfriend or girlfriend, let alone a kinky one? That’s rich.” Addison seethed with wrath at the insinuation. Just because she tended to have a particular taste in partners didn’t mean she couldn’t attract someone if she wanted to.
“Huh,” Tameryn’s voice seemed uncertain for the first time since Addison had met her. “You’re telling me that little prude is out having sex with some fuzzy handcuffs or something?”
“I don’t know what she bought, and they sell a lot of stuff from what I can tell from a quick net search, but I guess so?” Zel responded, sounding disinterested.
“That sneaky bitch!” Tameryn shouted in mock distress.
“We cannot let her live this one down,” Fausta added. Addison didn’t like the maliciousness in her voice.
“Fine, if little prude turned kinky bitch Addison can find a pathetic man willing to fuck her in some fuzzy cuffs, I say we go have a fun night of our own!” the group’s leader suggested though it sounded more like an order to Addison.
Laera and Fausta lent their voices to the procession as the sounds of the group faded down the hall and out of the apartment. Addison waited until it was clear that the group had left before opening her closet door and stumbling out on her elbows and knees. Half way out though she froze. Sitting directly in front of her on her bed was Zel. She had a sort of gothic commanding beauty to her.
Addison’s gaze had taken the surprise from the floor up, starting with heavy black boots that would have been terrible to dance in. Those ended at crossed knees wrapped in a simple, but cute black knee skirt held at the hips by a heavy studded belt. A black bodice and studded leather jacket covered pale skin, tattoos peeking out from beneath. A small black choker with a silver heart wrapped in thorns and an assortment of piercings rounded out a look that felt sexy but dangerous to Addison.
But what caught the bureaucratic pet girl the most were intense eyes that shimmered between silver and black, an obvious augmentation, but an effective one. For the first time since their brief passing meetings at work, Addison truly saw Zel. She was pretty: fair skin, slight features, dark hair that cascaded down one side in a half-cut. She looked like a dark fairy or perhaps a fallen angel. Addison gulped and blushed at the sudden realization of how pretty Zel was even if she wasn’t Aurilian.
The two remained silent for what felt like a few days to Addison, who currently wanted to back into her closet and live there the rest of her life. Before she could will her body to do just that, the other woman calmly, if cryptically, said, “Interesting. Really interesting.”
What did that mean? Addison wondered.
The gothic angel stood, and the cowering cat girl could have sworn she saw a halo wreath her head and shadowy wings flare out in the unlit room. She stepped up to the bent Addison and, turning her head back and forth, said, “That’s a really cute bitchsuit on you, and a good quality one. Must have cost a fortune.”
Addison tilted her head to convey confusion. The other woman seemed to get the idea, “Right, sorry. I should explain, shouldn’t I?” The bound woman gave a small nod, not sure if it was allowed by the suit. Her anxiety spiking before returning to a base level of total panic when the suit took no action.
Zel fiddled with one of her lip piercings as she continued, “See I kinda got the impression when you helped with that one investigation with my team that you seemed to have a, let’s say, unhealthy obsession with all things feline. I mean you couldn’t keep your eyes off of E’Jecht, the only Aurilian on my team.” Addison blushed again, she had never guessed that Zel, or anyone else had noticed that.
“And then I get here finding no sign of you, a cracked door to your room, and a LA pet girl suit box in your living room, and I knew our interests aligned.” The dark angel descended closer to Addison kneeling to get as close as possible. “Then after I manage to shoo off your roommate and her gaggle of bimbos, I find you here playing kitty all by your lonesome, and I start thinking maybe we were destined to find each other.” The woman raised a pale hand to give Addison a scratch behind the ear. The false appendage twitched in response, and the woman it was attached to remained dumbfounded by what was now transpiring. A mix of fear, lust, indignation, and excitement.
Zel continued, “See, I’ve always wanted to have a nice little pet, but the station doesn’t allow anyone to have a pet. Perhaps I just found a loophole? What do you say, do you want to be my little pet Addison? One meow for yes, two for no.”
There is no way this is happening, thought the mid-level bureaucrat Addison, but apparently, she was in the backseat while Addison the pet girl was driving, as almost automatically she gave a single meow. Now there was a shocked look on the up until now, confident goth’s face. She sputtered for her next words, “Oh, uh, really?” Zel seemed to have not planned for that answer or at least not thought it likely.
“Uh, Addison, um I’m gonna drop the role play banter for a sec here,” she said, a bit of uncertainty with each word. “Look this isn’t how I pictured tonight going. I only came out for a chance to spend some time with you. I had planned to drop some hints about our shared interest and flirt a bit to see if you were even interested in me. Then maybe offer up having a date or something. I dunno. So, uh I am really happy where this is going, but I kinda wanted you to know that outside of the play I kinda have the hots for you…” Zel paused, seeming to lose all self-confidence. Addison was stunned by the sudden confession, but found herself flattered and feeling a surprising attraction as well. Unable to speak, she did the only thing that seemed right, she pressed her head forward and rubbed herself against Zel, tail tucked in submission.
The woman jerked in surprise, before petting Addison’s back. “Oh, okay…well, then I guess this is happening, so before I go back into role play mode, uh just know you can send me a NM anytime and I’ll stop immediately.”
With that the black-clad woman arose, her assured posture returning. “So, then my pet. Let me just register as your controller, or as I like to call it, your owner.” She let the words hang in the air.
Zel’s eyes began to flutter slightly as she stared off into the distance, a telltale sign of someone immersed in something on the neural net. “Hmm, I like this whole punishment and reward system in the default session to keep you in line my pet, but how about we extend it from three hours to…how about the whole weekend?”
Addison could feel how wet the scenario was making her. She made a singular assenting meow. “Good, I’ll have my domestic bot bring over the pet cage so we can get this little kitty back to its new home.” Even if Zel’s look portrayed confidence, her eyes gave the look of someone waiting anxiously to be rejected. Addison could feel something warm beginning to leak down her leg with the growing excitement. She was about to spend the whole weekend being treated like a pet by a beautiful woman, even getting transported like an animal. She wondered with exhilaration what other fun surprises her new ‘owner’ had for her, the false tail swaying happily.
“While we wait, why don’t we come up with a new name for you, my cute little pet? Hmm…how about Mittens? A bit cliched, but I like the classics,” Zel said with a smirk.
Addison meowed once, giving her affirmation at the degrading new name. It was perfectly humiliating and clearly meant for a pet, and not a person. Addison’s body pulsed with a tidal wave of arousal at how the night had turned. This was going to be a great weekend. She couldn’t wait to see what fun surprises it had in store for her.