BIRTHDAY GIFT - ONE YEAR LATER -

Felix turned into a rubber catboy last year. But have you ever wondered what happened to him a year later? Well… a lot can happen in 365 days! For one, that cat collar and those headphones were stuck on his head the entire year...

I am a rubber kitty... Kitty obeys master... I am an obedient catboy.. I must obey...

That phrase rang in his head all year round, over and over again. At first, they were just words. They felt like instructions, but instructions still allow room for resistance. Slowly, though, those words melted into Felix’s subconscious… and over time, that belief quietly rewrote his reality.

During the first few months, distractions and hesitation would occasionally interrupt the conversion. Echoes of Felix’s past self stirred within him--fighting back, questioning this strange limbo he found himself in.

I feel like.. something is wrong... I feel like something is missing.. What's.. my name..?

But those doubts never lasted long. They were quickly washed away by the mantra-- overstimulating every neuron in his brain, pulling him back into his scripted fate: to be a submissive, obedient catboy… to obey his master, and exist as nothing more than a playful little plaything.

Halfway through the year, something shifts.

The resistance grows quieter--not silenced, but… muffled. Felix’s consciousness is bound in the back seat with soft red ropes, unable to move, only watch, helplessly watching as the spiral takes control, puppeteering his actions, tinkering with his wiring, reshaping him into the submissive kitty he needs to be~

His thoughts start to echo the mantra instead of fighting it. The words no longer feel foreign.. they feel right. Natural. Comforting. He stops questioning why the collar hums when he obeys, or why his tail twitches when his master calls him a 'good boy'.

Felix doesn’t notice when the doubt disappears—only that obeying feels good now. And deep down, a part of him begins to crave it.

I must.. obey.. I must be a good boy.. I am.. a good boy..

His thoughts no longer feel intrusive, they're his own now. Not commands. Not programming. Just truth. Pure, internalized truth. His brain has been molded, reshaped until obedience isn't something he’s forced into, it's who he is~

And now, it’s been a full year.

The doubts are gone. The resistance, long forgotten. Felix doesn’t even remember what it felt like to question. Obedience isn’t something he chooses, it’s instinct. It's only natural to be a catboy. Perhaps his entire purpose is to be a submissive kitty after all. He smiles when praised, purrs when commanded, and moves with a cheerful eagerness that only a truly good boy could embody.

This isn’t a trance. This isn’t control. This is who he is now.

Meow.