You shrug, amused, figuring this was some sort of perverted version of Pokemon Go.  You figure you might as well enjoy it before the creator gets arrested. Tapping the search engine, you type in the name 'Catwoman.' 

 

The search engine replies by pulling up four items.  

 

One is the DC Comics version of Catwoman, Selina Kyle.

 

One is the Halle Berry version of Catwoman from that godawful movie.

 

One is Felicia the Catwoman, from the old Capcom fighting game, Darkstalkers.

 

The last is a question.  "Did you want to turn someone into a catwoman?" 

 

Curious, you click on the last one.  It gives detailed instructions on how to use the App's body modification feature to turn any of your harem girls into catfolk. Interesting, but not what you wanted.  You go back to the search engine and type in Catwoman again.  This time, you specify the DC Comics version of Catwoman.  

To your shock, your phone floats in the air.  A beam of glowing light emerges from it, taking the shape of a curvy, buxom woman.  The light fades, revealing a woman with short black hair in a very familiar catlike costume, a black bodysuit with a catlike cowl and red goggles.  A whip was on her equipment-laden belt, containing all the tools of the trade for a thief.  

 

You stare, your jaw dropped, as your phone floats back to your hand.  

 

Catwoman looks herself over, purring in amusement as she stretches.  "Whew!  Well, that was interesting," she said.  "You're my master, eh?  A pleasure."  

 

You just nod, numbly.  Catwoman giggled.

 

"Yes, I'm real," she said.  "Flesh and blood, all natural bodily functions, although you can change those on my profile page as needed."  

 

You hesitantly pick up your phone again, and click on the 'Harem Members' tab.  Clicking on it and then clicking on Catwoman's profile picture showed her stats, as well as several bars which allowed you to control her appearance.  You could make her hair longer, make her breasts bigger, make her older, make her younger, make her fatter, skinnier, more muscular... There was also a subtab marked 'Clothing.'  You tapped it, and saw that you could manifest all of her old costumes that she wore in the comics.  Checking the shop again, you saw there were several other outfits available for 'purchase,' capable of being bought through real money or 'Sexy Points' earned through the app.  

 

Catwoman, meanwhile, was looking around the house you lived in.  "Nice place," she said.  "Very cozy.  It'll be crowded if you manifest too many girls, though if you manifest someone with money they could get you a new place."

 

You stare at her.  "Huh?" 

 

Catwoman smiled.  "Because you chose a fictional character, you get all their resources brought into existence as well," she said. "My bank accounts now exist in your world, along with my social security number, and so forth.  ...Well, mine technically, but since you own me, they're yours." 

 

"I own you," you said, frazzled mind slowly coming to terms with the idea.

 

Catwoman nodded, purring and tracing a finger down her cleavage.  "That's right," she said.  "Body and soul, I belong to you.  Especially body, my dear Master...  I'll do anything you want, and never complain.  You can even kill me, tear my soul apart, devour me, I won't protest.  The app will let you bring me right back." 

 

You giggled nervously.  "Ah... Not gonna go that far yet, I think," you said.  Holy crap, this app gave you a lot of power.