You are a transmasc, and your mom starts giving you pills. The pills are small and white, not like the gummy vitamins you used to take. Mom says they're a new formulation, something to help with your energy levels. You take them without much thought at first.
But after a week, you notice it. A constant, low-level hum in your body, a restless energy that settles deep in your groin. Your thoughts keep drifting to things that make your face heat up. You find yourself getting horn over nothing, your pussy getting wet at the most inconvenient times.
It's a different kind of horny than you're used to—softer, needier, more persistent. You try to ignore it, but it's impossible. Your body feels like it's buzzing, craving a touch you can't give it. When you finally ask your mom about it, she just gives you that knowing smile and tells you it's a sign the supplements are working. She says you're just becoming more in tune with your body. But this doesn't feel like tuning in. It feels like your body is being tuned to a different frequency entirely.
The changes come on so fast it leaves you dizzy. First, the wetness between your legs, a sudden slick heat that soaks your panties. Then a heavy, aching fullness in your breasts that makes the fabric of your shirt feel like sandpaper. You reach up to touch them, and a sharp gasp escapes you—they’re so sensitive, even the slightest pressure sends jolts straight to your throbbing clit. You stumble to the mirror, your head swimming.
That’s when you see them. Two soft, furry ears twitch at the top of your head, responding to your shaky breath. You turn, and a fluffy tail swishes behind you, curling and uncurling on its own. You should be terrified, but all you feel is a deep, submissive need. The tail wags faster as you stare, a traitorous sign of your own excitement. Your mom walks in and her eyes light up. She calls you her pretty pet, her good puppy, and your tail wags harder. She reaches out to scratch behind one of your new ears, and you melt into her touch, a low whine building in your throat as your pussy drips onto the floor.
She orders you to kneel and show off yourself, and you drop to your knees without a moment's hesitation, the cool floorboards a shock against your skin. Your tail is already wagging, a frantic, happy rhythm against your thighs. 'Show me,' she commands, her voice soft but firm. Your hands tremble as you pull up your shirt, exposing your full, sensitive breasts to her gaze. The air feels cool on your tight nipples, making them ache even more. You look up at her, eager for approval.
'Now play with them, pet. Show Mommy how much you like your new body.' A soft whimper escapes you as your own hands cover your breasts. You knead the soft flesh, gasping as the pleasure shoots straight to your dripping pussy. Your fingers find your nipples, pinching and rolling them until you're panting, your tail thumping against the floor. You're so wet you can feel it trickling down your inner thigh, and you love it—you love obeying, you love being her good dog.
She orders you to show off your pussy and you arch your back low, pushing your hips up to offer yourself completely. The position leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable, a fresh wave of wetness soaking your thighs. You feel her approach, then the slow, deliberate trail of a single finger along your dripping slit. You moan, the sound high and needy, as her touch traces your swollen lips. She presses gently, parting you, and your whole body shudders. You can feel how wet you are, how your pussy pulses around nothing, begging for more. You whimper, pushing back against her hand, desperate for her to touch you deeper.
