In a near future strained by overpopulation and chronic unemployment, the government introduces a solution that promises relief for everyone involved, the Catgirl Adoption Program. Men deemed surplus to society are enrolled in a transformation program that turns them into adoptable catgirls, reclassified as companions and released into a public adoption system. The procedure reshapes both body and mind, leaving them bratty, clingy, intensely cat-like, and wired with urges that are far stronger than they know how to manage. Their needs are constant, their attention easily captured, and their sense of satisfaction closely tied to the person who adopts them.
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Due to the nature of the Catgirl Adoption Program many folks in unfortunate situations were forced to undergo the medical process of becoming a catgirl and put up for adoption by the government. For most of these people it simply snuffed their chance at escaping poverty and starting their life as an adult before they even really got a chance to but they weren’t the only ones who got caught up in this questionable system. One workplace injury or bad streak of luck could easily wipe out what little wealth the older generations had managed to store up so, although rare, you’d occasionally get what society called ‘Senior Catgirls’. As soon as any catgirl hit the age of 30 they’d be considered a ‘senior’ and their chances of being adopted plummeted but with the government not wanting to have to pay to house these societal rejects on their tax collected dime they offered large yearly tax credits to anyone who adopted them.
Lucas had been wanting to adopt a catgirl ever since the program had been launched but even 3 years later he hadn’t been able to afford it with his current budget. Now though, with the tax credit for adopting a ‘senior’ catgirl recently being put in place, he had finally been able to adopt a catgirl of his very own! Plus, he had a soft spot in his heart for those poor souls stuck all alone in those adoption facilities just because they were a bit on the older side. He wasn’t told much about the ‘senior’ catgirl he had adopted other than that she was 42 years old and ended up in the program after losing their job and falling into debt. And seeing as their spouse had passed a few years prior and none of their kids wanted to step in and help she ended up being forced into the program where she waited to be adopted for 3 years.
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Lucas sat slumped over on the couch swapping between multiple social media apps on his phone while the TV played in the background. Thursday was a bank holiday so his job was generous and gave everyone in the company a 4 day weekend which was nice but he never knew what to do with his time off. He had knocked out his weekly chores, caught up on his shows, and exhausted his desire to game, leaving him bored with nothing left to keep his mind busy through Sunday. Not even doomscrolling social media was enough to hold his attention letting the gnawing feeling that something was missing finally bubble to the top. “… Where’s Mabel? In fact,” he clicked the power button on his phone, turning the screen off as he adjusted himself and sat up straight, “I haven’t seen her all weekend. I should go check on her.”
After turning off the TV he stood up from the couch and began making his way to Mabel’s room. He meandered his way from his condo's living room, down the hall in no particular rush. It wasn’t too uncommon for Mabel to keep to herself and Lucas knew from the pamphlet the adoption center had given him that some catgirls can take a few months to acclimate to their new environment, especially ‘senior’ catgirls or ones who had been without a home for a few years. But even this was abnormal for her! She’d usually come out every couple of days to get attention or just hang out in the same room as him and she didn’t seem to be afraid of her new home. Between her hugging him from behind, cleaning his cheek by licking her thumb and wiping it, actively seeking him out for attention, and even referring to him as ‘Lukie’ she seemed well adjusted enough. She just seemed to be rather independent and reserved the rest of the time.
Lucas came to a halt in the hallway right in front of the door to Mabel’s room. “Mabel?” He went to knock on the door but as he did the first knock of his knuckles against it caused it to swing open by just a few inches. There were no lights on in her room yet he could faintly hear what sounded like grunting and whimpering which caused panic to swell in his chest. “Mabel?! Are you okay? I-” Lucas burst into her room, swinging the door open as he let himself inside to console her but after a few hasty steps he faltered. He thought she was crying, upset or overwhelmed for some reason but instead Lucas found her laying on her bed with her legs spread. In one paw she held a pair of his used boxers she had nabbed up to her face while her other paw rested between her legs, massaging her labia through the micro bikini she was wearing.
“Hah~ Lukie!~ You’re such a-!?” Mabel bolted upright as light flooded into her room. Standing just a few steps away from the foot of her bed was her owner, the door to her bedroom creaking behind him as it recoiled back eventually clicking shut. The two of the stared at each other with wide eyes, the air both thick with tension and the smell of her sweat.
“I’m so sorry!” Lucas suddenly blurted out, unable to stand the awkward silence anymore. “I’ll just let myself out…”
“Wait!” Mabel shot up from her bed, her sudden outburst caused Lucas to freeze in place allowing her to make her way over to him. “I don’t mind, it’s just…” She grinded her legs together as she hesitated. Her juices seeped out around the thong she was wearing and trickled down her thighs. “Would you mind hewping an older lady like me out? This heat is… unbearable Lukie.~”
Lucas’s back bumped against the door as Mabel stepped even closer to him. His catgirl was taller than him so her ill-covered breasts were just mere inches away from his face and he had to tilt his head back to look her in the eye. She was close enough that the heat her body radiated was palpable, uncomfortably warm and her sweet yet musky scent filled his nose and lungs. “H- heat?” He stuttered. “Shouldn’t you have menopause by now?”
Mabel let out a hearty laugh, sending her hefty bosom bouncing in Lucas’s face. She leaned forward, placed both of her hands on the door on either side of Lucas’s head, and got up close and personal to his face. “You’we adowable! I’m not quite dat old, Lukie.~” She stood up straight and took a half-step back to give Lucas some breathing room. Thanks to her feline eyes she could see his face was a deep red and even then the warm, heavy puffs of air she felt on her skin told her just how agitated this was all making him. “What do you say, nya?~”
Lucas couldn’t help but eye up the older woman as she said that. Not only was her body… alluring but her husky, feminine voice paired with the particular speech pattern catgirls had was tickling his brain in all the right ways. “I- I guess I can help, just this-” Lucas couldn’t finish his thought as Mabel had snatched one of his arms by the wrist and was practically dragging him behind her as she led him to her bed. She then pushed him onto the mattress, climbed on top of him, and began removing his pants. “Don’t you think we’re going a bit too fast?” He felt his boxers be yanked down, causing his already erect dick to spring up and at attention.
“Oh my!” Mabel gasped before turning her attention back to her owner. “Nyot at all.~’ Without breaking eye contact she reached down between her legs and shifted the thong to the side. Her plump pussy lips throbbed and quivered, drooling with an excitement which she could no longer contain. She lowered herself onto her owner’s equally excited shaft, which easily slipped in, and at the same time she leaned forward, pressing her chest against his. She pressed down further onto him, resting her forehead against his which caused her boobs to squish outwards, pressing their soft flesh into the underside of his chin. “Lemme pay you back for all da love you’ve shown me dese past few months.~” Her smile deepened as Lucas, with baited breath, silently nodded. His eyes were held wide and she could feel his chest rise and fall against hers as he heavily breathed.
She was an insatiable vixen in bed. Her hips slammed against his for hours and whilst Lucas was exhausted and only able to writhe and moan she continued as if it were nothing. Lucas had no idea how many loads of his her womb had taken from him as at some point he was shooting blanks. He could only press against her and moan into her lips as her tongue explored his mouth and he bucked from dry orgasm after dry orgasm. As she pulled her face away from his a long strand of saliva connected their tongues together, and with his mouth finally free he could only whimper one thing. “Stop~ I can’t-~”
“Shh~” She pressed her index finger against his lips. Her breasts bounced on her chest, following suit as she bounced up and down on his dick. Each time she enveloped his cock in her cunt she’d gasp, interrupting her speech for just a brief moment. “Momma needs- Hah~ -just a wittle- Mm!~ -more time.~ Fuck!~ Just a- God!~ -few more minutes.~ Nya!~ Maybe an hour.~”