Gerlinde might have spent a good number of minutes wondering over what breed of pet to make - what to break the girl into; what to reshape her as - if not for the girl's eyes.  Gerlinde's mind worked that way.  She would be the first to admit it.  Giving her a creative project was like giving catnip-infused yarn to a kitten.  She would bat it about, tug out the yarn, bat it some more, explore one thread, then fixate on another, then leap back to the first.  She would have with the girl, teasing out the possibilities of qualities - canine, bovine, reptilian even - to inflict on the girl.  If not for those eyes.<br/><br/>A look into those lamp-like green eyes, and it struck Gerlinde in an instant.  It was the touch of a torch to her fascinating mind, and that mind took the kiss of that bright jade brand and saw clear:<br/><br/><em>She was a cat.  She would be feline.</em><br/><br/>Gerlinde began to move, to talk - stroking the girl's flanks to test their suppleness; parting her legs and brushing the muscle tone to determine her health.  Her mind was elsewhere, though.  It was making a list.<br/><br/>If she spoke clearly or in a mumble, she was unaware of it.  She ran her hands up to take the measure of the girl's breasts in their clinical clasp.  "I didn't say you did anything."<br/><br/><em>A tail.  That would take time to grow; a little time to graft.</em><br/><br/>"I'm not sure that it matters if you did."  Gerlinde stroked down, parting the girl's legs.  Her eyes took exact note of the condition of the girl's vagina, right down to clitoral size, labial thickness, pubic hair.<br/><br/><em>Special legs.  Those would take time to heal.  Paws.  Time to heal as well; less time.</em><br/><br/>"Really, only obedience matters.  It'll keep the worse things from happening to you."  Gerlinde lifted her hands to the collar and unbuckled it.  There was ice in her voice; she tasted it.  It tasted like gravel coated in frost.  "Very, very bad things happen around here.  Giving birth to animals.  Being used as a toilet.  Worse things."<br/><br/>She sighed.  She looked into the girl's eyes.  Ah, those green eyes.  They set her pussy salivating and her cock kicking like the leg of a newborn bull.  Gerlinde was tingling.  She showed that excitement to the girl - the excitement and the promise of a certain cold mercy.<br/><br/>She took the girl's weight in hand and, with some exertion, some difficulty, led her over to lay on the operating table.<br/><br/><em>A big kitten clitty too.  Kitty clitty.  Nice and big.</em><br/><br/>Yes, she was rock in her breeches now.  Rock above a river in a tight rift.  She fondled the girl as she laid her on the table.  She even took note of how she smelled.<br/><br/>"But, yes, sure, keep talking to me.  Maybe something will help you.  I will be moving you, but I don't have to be mean." Gerlinde said, spreading the girl out on the table.