Steve looked over some of the mental options. He made sure that the user setting was set to 'aware'. Scrolling along, there was a tab for "Animal Apected." Steve opened the tree to find canine options with slider bars. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath. He changed the world setting to 'unaware' but left Lynn's perception at 'aware,' for the moment. He set the slider bars to a low setting and clicked the 'start' button.
Lynn forced a smile as Jessi continued to pitch her idea. It was a non-starter, so the whole meeting was pointless. Her mind began to wander. Her thoughts turned to a childhood puppy, Nimo. Lynn had loved that little dog. He was so inquisitive and intelligent, a breed trait for Shiba Inu. Her smile became genuine as she remembered him playing with toys and scampering around the room. Lynn wished she was playing with him right now. She envied how simple and fun his existence was, as a pampered pet.
Lynn fidgeted in her seat, her clothes suddenly feeling restrictive. She felt a rush of heat, and, actually, felt a little turned on. Had she just gotten hot and bothered at the idea of living like a dog? She pushed the thought away, or, at least tried to.
Steve slowly raised the bar past 8%, watching the show. Lynn squirmed in her chair and slunk down. Her unconscious breathing became shallow and rapid. She started thinking about what she'd have for lunch and began to salivate. She caught herself and dabbed her lip with the back of her hand, mindful of her makeup. She drew her legs together and tried to straighten up.in her chair. The movement, however, merely caused her crotch to slide against her black silk panties. She was sweating now, and still thinking about dogs frolicking in parks. So carefree, so sweet. Lynn let out a soft ::whine:: as her hand slid across her thigh. Touching herself under the table, she felt a shock of pleasure.
Steve had the Dog Aspect at 10% now, with the Heat Cycle at a respectable 25%. Lynn was definitely starting to act inappropriately, for a human, anyway. Unsurprisingly, the rest of the office drones had zero reaction. To them, everything was business as usual.
Lynn had panic on the edges of her face as Steve rose the percentages. She was incredibly turned on now and unable to stop panting. Her rational mind began to diagnose this as low blood sugar, as a panic attack, or even worse, a psychotic episode. Her pussy was slick with her juices and she mumbled something about needing the restroom as she rose, shakily from her seat. A couple people in the room turned their heads, but turned back to the presentation.
Lynn was unsteady in her heels and stumbled with her first step. Now on her knees, she felt a bit of relief. Hoping to slink her way to the door, she started forward on her hands and knees. Lynn soon became distracted, however, as a lovely scent drew her attention. She veered in the direction of the central table, specifically toward Vincent, one of the very gay sycophants in her employ.
Steve boosted the animal aspect to 20% as he pushed the Heat past 50%. If he'd had popcorn, the show would have been even better.
Lynn awkwardly make her way to Vincent, drawn by his musk. She placed a hand on his thigh, willing her body to push herself up.and stand. Her body, however, vetoed that motion as she buried her face in Vincent's crotch. Being cognizant of her position, Lynn turned beet red and tried to pull away. She wasn't able.
Vincent, for his part, laughed to himself. "Whoa, girl," he said, "get down. Hey!" Her pushed Lynn back on the crown of her head and slid his chair back.
Lynn instantly moved into a seated position and smiled up at Vincent. She was a good girl, and always sat on the 'down' command. Having obeyed Vincent made Lynn incredibly happy and she ::yipped:: to herself. Such a good girl.
A.moment later, Lynn again became aware of her surroundings. In an expression of pure disgust, she shrank away from Vincent and toward the wall. She drew her knees up and tears began to stream down her face, ruining her make-up. Something was VERY wrong, but she didn't know exactly what. She was more turned on than ever in her life, but she felt so helpless and exposed on top of it. She looked up at the faces of her employees, bleeding for some kind of empty and assistance. However, any attention she garnered from them were fleeting smiles or physical pats on the head. Lynn continued to cry until her sobs became animal whines. She backed herself into the corner and hid her face. She felt as if she were going completely mad.
Steve, happy with his overture, put both the animal aspect and Heat bars to 95% and changed Lynn's awareness to 'unaware,' just like the others. This would be interesting.