I woke up just like I had every morning since this dream became reality- quivering on the brink of orgasm. My fingers slid down between my thighs and I shuddered with blissful convulsions as the heat in my belly surged outward to ignite every nerve and fiber of my body. I kept at it until it was so intense I nearly screamed, then did scream, a full-throated shriek of feminine orgasmic agony... and I blacked out.

Just like every morning for the past three and a half months. 

I came out of it quickly, my vision clearing as I lay trembling on my back in bed for some time before finally sitting up and signaling for water. The server floated quietly into the room with a crystal goblet of ice cold spring water. I took it gingerly, and brought it to my lips, drinking with the utmost care, but I was still shaking and a drop of water rolled down goblet and dripped onto my right breast, the sudden shock of cold on my skin sending tingling shock-waves through my body, reigniting the carnal hunger that had consumed me moments before.  

I gasped for air, forcing myself to keep still, willing it away because if I gave in I would be done for hours- my first two weeks out of the tank had been nothing but long bouts of masturbation, starvation and exhaustion. I was stronger now, able to postpone satisfying myself, but it took a supreme effort of will to do so. Finally I was able to stand and finish my water, then draw on a diaphanous silk robe before making my way downstairs for breakfast.

By the time I was having my second cup of tea I was feeling very relaxed and in control of myself to the point where I was thinking about trying to get dressed- my robe being just about as much clothing as I'd been able to tolerate to this point. It was an improvement since I'd been naked for most of three months. Yes, it was just starting to look like I might be able to come to terms with this wantonly uncontrollable multiply orgasmic sex kitten I'd been turned into.

The front door opened. I heard somebody come in, just one person, heard bags drop to the ground and a heavy sigh. I was rooted to my spot, my tea cup stopped between the table and my lips as I heard footsteps approaching, every inch of my skin tingling in some kind of warped mixture of fear and arousal. When the person rounded the corner to stand in the doorway to the breakfast room I nearly moaned.

"You can't be here!" I whispered.

"It's my house now, remember? Thirty days after you went into the tank you were declared legally dead and per your will all your assets were liquidated and the proceeds donated to the charities you supported most of your life."

"That's not what I mean..." and then I had to choke back tears, the terror of seeing him here overwhelming my self control as the teacup slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the table.

I could smell him, a heady mixture of cologne and clean masculine sweat that set my heart to pounding as my insides melted. I tried to concentrate, to overcome it, forcing myself to remember who I was and who he was: Mitch Taylor, my lawyer. Or my former lawyer, since Winifred Peachtree was now very officially dead.

"I told you I'd look into your... problem. And I let you stay here so you could try to adjust. You were very good to me in your previous life so why not? And I told you I'd let you know when I had an answer. Well, I have one."

I stood, leaning against the table, fighting the urge to just run to him and throw myself on him.

"Get out! Please, just get out! Go to your car and call me! I can't... I can't..."

Mitch was wearing a suit, coat, and tie. I watched mesmerized as he slipped off his jacket and laid it neatly over the back of a chair, then worked off his tie. When he started unbuttoning his shirt I began to tortuously back away, forcing my feet to move in tiny, shuffling steps, unable to tear my eyes from him as he stripped off his clothes.

"That's right, you can't. You can't control this. You've spent most of the last four months trying to beat this down and you're still unable to keep any kind of clothes on." As he said that I realized my robe was on the floor around my chair- I was naked in front of him! He was pulling off his shoes at that point. "You were a one-hundred-and-nineteen year old virgin. Sexually dead, but intellectually stunning- your accomplishments... I don't have to tell you. And then you gave it all up and told the doctors you wanted to be young, beautiful and intensely carnal. And here we are."

I tried to avert my eyes as Mitch stripped off his boxers, but my gaze was locked on him- tall, handsome, muscular... and immensely aroused! 

"You've been trying to fight this, but it's too much for you. It's part of who you are now.  Want to reclaim your life, get started on this new one? You need to embrace it, and I'm going to help you do it.  So come over here."
He held out his hand and some part of me wanted to scream at him, scream and laugh. Help me? He was here to rape me! But even as I thought that the image of it sent trembling waves of heat rippling through my belly and I took a step towards him, just a tiny one. Once I started it just escalated until I ran to him on my toes and threw myself at him, trying to encircle him with my legs and mount him right then and there. 

Everywhere our skin touched I was on fire, needing to feel him all over me and inside me, but Mitch peeled my legs from him and instead scooped me up in his arms, then turned for the stairs. He took them two at a time, carried me to my bedroom where my bed was still unmade, and then pressed me onto my back on it. 
I unfolded under him, unable to resist the need to open my thighs and feel it, feel his hard penis split me and fill me. I was trying to talk, to beg him to just take me, but it was all unintelligible babbling and moaning to my ears as I was shaken deep inside by sudden climax while Mitch settled into the cradle of my open thighs and then pressed his cock home.

I screamed at the outrageous sensation of my own flesh spreading apart, being forced apart by the blunt head of his huge male member as he rocked his hips, forcing it deeper and deeper into me, my own body opening in slick acceptance even as I spasmed again, my orgasm making my flesh clutch at the thick, veined shaft sliding remorselessly into me, forcing all the air from my lungs as it filled me and filled me. My pelvis glowed with the heat oozing from his cock as it probed me and I couldn't inhale because all I wanted to do was scream...

"BREATHE!" 

Mitch shook my shoulders as he shouted and the shock of it broke the grip all these new and intense sensations had over me- I gasped for air, still shrieking as I let it out, my pelvis like a molten wave as his cock slid in and out of me. I gasped for more air and managed to scream, "Stop! Please stop moving it! It's too much!"

"Honey, I'm not moving a muscle. It's all you."

His words made no sense at first, but then I realized he was right: My hips were rocking and twisting like they had a mind of their own, moving me on his cock. I tried to slow down, tried to control myself, and as I brought my legs up and back I felt it drive impossibly deeper inside me and I moaned in agony, wrapping my legs around his hips. Trying to hold him tight so it wouldn't move anymore, but I couldn't fight the urge to move and I started pulling at him with my legs, rocking my hips upward as I twisted, rotating my impaled vagina on his hard flesh.

Mitch groaned and began to move... and I nearly died the sensation was so intense, feeling his muscular hips moving between my clasping thighs, my legs puling him to me as he thrust in and trying to hold him as he drew back before plunging inward again. Suddenly my breasts were burning, my nipples sparkling white-hot with electric fire as his hands covered my mounds, firm fingers rolling my hard nipples. There was nothing I could do, nothing but surrender to everything overwhelming me.

It felt like dying, my body melting into his to the point I couldn't tell where I ended and he began- from the waist down I was just fire and ecstasy, a rhythmically throbbing pool of orgasmic lava dissolving me as I screamed and shuddered beneath Mitch's heaving form, the only real sensation that of his meat sliding through my convulsing tunnel. When his hands left my chest and he settled down onto me it was like my whole body was enveloped in this cocoon of fleshly pleasure. 

He heaved between my thighs, his hands somehow sliding under me to grab my rear and forcing me to move harder as his thrusting became more urgent. His mouth by my ear was clenched and hissing with his hard breathing as his entire body drove against mine, his penis seeming to swell, becoming impossibly harder and hotter inside me until I felt all consciousness and rationality being swept away by a massive whole-body convulsion, every screaming shred of my flesh vibrating, crackling, my vision a wavering crimson field sprinkled with white spots... and I felt Mitch shove hard inside me, once, twice, a third time, driving it in as deep as he could, his penis swollen impossibly huge as it jerked and throbbed, my body wracked by another seizure of ecstasy as I realized he was coming, his own orgasm gripping him as his seed spilled into my convulsing belly.

I clung to him, my arms and legs locked about Mitch's shoulders and hips in a death grip as I shuddered with the waves of orgasms sweeping through me, each ebbing now, a little less than the one before, but still sweet, slippery, hot and delicious. Still, they were just a kiss on the cheek compared to the soul-shattering heat that had now indelibly branded me deep inside.
I started shaking, not sure where it was coming from until the roaring in my ears eased and I realized I was laughing, actually giggling like a goosed schoolgirl even as my body began to relax, loosening my death grip on the man still buried deep inside me even as he shifted on top of me. I moaned, shuddering as he eased back, drawing his beautiful cock out of me, then gasping at the sinfully delicious sensation of his mouth on my breasts, his lips and teeth teasing my nipples, making me climax again. Then he looked up at me, grinning.

"I take it I'm forgiven?"

A peaceful bliss such as I hadn't felt since the day I awoke in the hospital suffused my body and my mind like some kind of golden, glowing blanket, and I smiled at him, his handsome, sweaty face almost like an angel's in my eyes. It was like what I'd always imagined love would be: a longing for him, a hunger for him.

"I love you," I whispered, and I saw his face turn serious- such an amusing change of mien that I nearly laughed.

"No, you don't love me. You can't. Not yet."

"I don't?" I asked, the thought that what I was feeling might not be love almost making me cry it was such a desolate revelation.

"No," he smiled, "you don't. It's just lust... and orgasm."

"Please... please do it again!"

"Try to stop me," he laughed, and then the rest of the day and the night dissolved into a long, hot, searingly carnal dream... 

Morning was a slow, delightful transition from dreamless sleep to warm, blissful comfort. I was glowing, my body bonelessly relaxed despite the muscles protesting as I stretched, arching my spine to drink in the riotous flood of sensations assaulting me.

"Finally awake?"

My eyes snapped open and focused on Mitch- he was in the doorway of the bedroom carrying a huge tray. First I noticed he was wearing a pair of short, tight-fitting briefs... then the scent of bacon touched my nose and I was acutely aware of just how famished I was. I sat up and smiled at the man who had ravished me.

"Awake and starving!"

"On the patio," he said, and then swept out through the open doors to the balcony overlooking the beach.

The granite tiles of the floor were deliciously cool under my bare feet as I followed him out onto the sunshine-drenched patio, my skin leaping to life as the heat of the sun caressed me. It was already high in the sky, closing in on noon, and as I looked down to the beach I could see several groups of people down there enjoying this fine summer day.

"You opened the beach?" I asked as Mitch set out our breakfast. I'd always known he was a handsome young man, but now I saw him differently: he was a masculine creature, a sexual creature, and when he smiled at me I felt my nipples harden and my belly twitch.

"Winifred never really kept it private. She said she did, but she was always making exceptions. Umm, by the way, you're naked."

I was waving at a young man on the beach, and I noted others were looking our way. I knew I was naked. It seemed unimportant. I turned towards Mitch again, leaning against the stone railing.

"I like being naked. Don't you like me naked?"

"I love you naked.  Breakfast?"

Omelets, bacon, cantaloupe, cheese and lemon Danish, and Mimosas: I dove into the feast with abandon and I couldn't remember a meal I had enjoyed more. I was alive, aroused, unfettered... this was what I had asked for; this was what I had longed for.

"Kat," he said. I fixed him with a quizzical gaze. "Kat," he repeated, "Catherine Willis seems too stuffy for a girl like you so I'm going to call you Kat."

Just the sound of it made me tingle and I smiled at him over the rim of my mimosa glass. As I drained it the most curious sensation came over me, like the world was slowing down just a bit, and I found myself looking at Mitch's crotch, the way his penis was outlined by the fabric. Even as I watched I saw it begin to swell, growing larger and more pronounced through the thin fabric. I remembered last night, the taste of his flesh in my mouth as I dragged life back into him for one more long, delicious coupling... and I couldn't help remembering my curiosity: what would it be like to make him climax, to suck him until he came in my mouth?

I looked up at him again and he was grinning. "Go for it."

I pulled the cushion from my seat and threw it down before him, then knelt on it and dragged off his briefs. His penis was fully erect now, nearly a foot long, the skin of the head taught and shining in the sun, his organ pulsing with the beat of his heart. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to grip it by the base and drop my open mouth over it, closing my lips around his thick shaft as my tongue lapped softly along the cap of it and then down the underside of his penis. Mitch gasped and in some detached part of my mind I remembered that certain `talents' had been implanted as part of my `hyper-carnal enhancements,' but to me it felt natural and I shifted my angle as I took more of him into my mouth, sucking the loving pillar of his cock.

The rest of the world dissolved around me as I lost myself in the act of fellatio, feeling the way he responded, what excited him as I kept firm pressure on his flesh, sucking on him as my lips sailed up and down his hard shaft. I moved from my knees, standing so that I was bent over nearly double and I pushed my lips down, down, down until the swollen head of his cock was nudging the back of my throat and in what seemed like second nature I just relaxed and swallowed, feeling him enter my throat. I swallowed more and more of him until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Mitch moaned as I worked his cock with my throat, drawing precious sips of air through my nose as I gave him pleasure.

He began to swell, forcing me to back off as his penis hardened with the pressure of his approaching orgasm. My tongue swirled along his cock, the cap of it nestling in the back of my throat as I swallowed in a gentle rhythm, massaging it, inviting him to give me his seed. He began to throb in my mouth, his hands suddenly tangled in my hair as his body shook and then my mouth was full of warm, slippery musk that I pulled down my throat, sucking hungrily for more as a warm glow of contentment spread through my belly.

"Now that's one sweet bunny!"

I knew somebody was watching us, could hear more than one person shifting about, but I took my time, pulling on Mitch's cock until he was spent and his hands slipped off my head. Then I drew back, and fell to my knees again before letting his flesh slide out of my mouth.

"Hey, Kyle," Mitch sighed, "Her name is Kat." He looked down at me and smiled. "Say hello, Kat."

I stood up and I was shaking, the realization that I had just put on a sex show in front of complete strangers making me both giddy and frightened. There were three of them. Kyle was tall and muscular with blond hair cropped close, a square, handsome face and deep dark eyes. On his left arm was a leggy blonde, big blue eyes set in a heart shaped face with a small, pretty mouth. She was wearing a thong, but her pert breasts were uncovered. On Kyle's right arm was a naked dark-haired beauty with olive skin, and a body sculpted to perfection right down to her full, peaked breasts and soft brown eyes. She smiled at me, a dazzling display of straight white teeth.

"Hello," I said, smiling sheepishly.

"Hi," the dark haired girl relied, "I'm Vicki."

"Sara," the blonde girl offered.

Kyle was a friend of Mitch. Sara was his girlfriend. Vicki... Vicki was like me- rejuvenated, rebuilt, rewired, and screamingly horny. She also confessed to me, quietly when we were alone, that she used to be a man.

"Were you gay?" I asked, incredulous.

"Not at all!" She laughed. "I was 99 years old and suddenly afraid of the end. When I decided to take the plunge I didn't want to just do it all over again the same way, so I went for the gender change. I thought I'd be a lesbian, you know? And it was going well, but then my girlfriend at the time got me drunk and fed me to her brother- said I wasn't a real lesbian until I'd had a man and decided I didn't like it. I guess I disappointed her, and the rest is history.
"Anyhow, I hardly remember anything about my former life. I'm told it's like that for people who make big changes." 

She sighed then and started caressing my breasts, sending warm tingles across my chest and down my belly. I tried to think about Winifred, and realized I was already on that path because the woman I had been was definitely a `she' very different from `me'. Winifred Peachtree never had an orgasm, never made love to a man let alone the things I had done... was doing right this very moment!

It had been an orgy. There was no other way to describe it, and there had been no controlling myself as Mitch, Kyle, Vicki and Sarah took turns with me, teaching me just what my body had to offer to me and to them. Sarah and I going down on each other on the patio became Sarah, Vicki and me forming a delicate and delicious triangle on the big bed. Then I was on my back under Kyle and Vicki was right next to me under Mitch, then I was on all fours, Mitch plunging into me from behind while Kyle's hard flesh filled my mouth and Vicki and Sarah licked each other into a frenzy beside us.

Maybe a better description would be a gang-bang, because no matter what was happening, I was always in the middle of it. Others sat out, caught their breath while they watched the action, but I was always fucking or sucking or licking, my body loving every moment of it, every second until the heady fog of lust began to clear and everyone was asleep but for me and Vicki. We retreated to another room together and luxuriated in a hot, soapy shower, then brushed each others hair dry as we talked and she made her confession.

We made love, just the two of us, and it was exquisite. Burned out by orgasm the way I was we just seemed to lick and fondle and caress each other forever, her hands and mouth sowing fire all through me without pushing me over the edge into climax. Instead she held me there poised on the edge, just as I did her. I could feel the energy in her supple body, feel her surging in response to every touch of my fingers and tongue yet she didn't cum- just like me she was trapped on the edge. Neither of us cared because it was just so perfect, but in the end Vicki's body language shifted subtly and she forced me onto my back, dropping her sweet flower to my mouth as she assaulted mine. It was as if we were a single body moving in unison having one orgasm, then another, then several in rapid succession. I wanted to scream it felt so good, but I couldn't break my mouth away from her to do it...

And that suddenly it was done. We just rolled away from each other and lay there gasping and giggling in the aftershocks of our pleasure. I fell asleep curled in her arms.

We awoke together and from the sounds of the house I was pretty sure the others were still asleep. Vicki and I kissed, but we weren't going any further than that, at least not now. She sat up and leaned back on her hands, regarding me seriously.

"What's next for you, Kat?" she asked.

"Breakfast?" I quipped, but she didn't smile, just kept looking at me and I realized she meant something I hadn't caught. "What are you asking me?"

Vicki sighed and straightened up, then leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Mitch asked me to help him help you through the next few days. I brought in Sarah and Kyle because they are mutual friends and it's easier that way. You needed to get past your fear, and I thought that was all there would be to it right until I watched you giving head on the patio. Then the two of us together, after the others were spent, that convinced me. You're a Changeling."

As soon as she said it, I knew she was right. Sometimes when a person undergoes a radical remake, such as a gender change like Vicki or a complete rebuild, the change has a deeper effect than intended, fundamentally changing the nature of the resulting person. It was something that was talked about, like a rumor, but nobody would officially admit it was a real phenomenon, and there was nothing to indicate just what those changes meant.

"You are a Changeling, Kat. Once we've got you over the hump you'll understand what that means. After that... I have a job for you, if you're interested."

I looked at her and I'm not sure what it was I felt washing through me just then. It was suddenly clear to me that whatever was happening here, it wasn't going to last forever. Mitch seemed like a nice guy, but as I tried to think about staying with him long term I just couldn't see it happening. Mitch was a piece of my old life. Still...

"I can't be a prostitute. I can't."

Vicki's face softened and she smiled just a bit.

"A prostitute is rented by the hour, maybe the day and I'll tell you, you absolutely could be a prostitute if you chose to, but that's not what I'm talking about. It's the kind of life where you live amongst interesting, powerful people, and you have influence with them even if they think you don't. We contract for long term things, months at a time, and we make a fortune doing it.  Right now you are dead broke. Say yes and you could live quite nicely for a few years on the advance alone."

I thought about it a moment, then gave Vicki the only reasonable answer I could.
"I'll think about it, that's all I can say now."

She smiled. "That's good enough, there's no pressure."

I showered and got dressed, then stopped cold in my tracks as I realized what I'd just done: a shower without become a blubbering mass of multiple orgasms and I was wearing clothes (well, a bikini and shorts, but that was more than I'd been able to tolerate since I came out of the tank). And I certainly was horny, but it wasn't controlling me and I didn't have to force myself to control it. It was there, but it was simply another part of me, a welcome part of me.

That lasted until the guys got up and then I was naked and slutty and screaming most of the day. This went on for about five days before I finally seemed to cross a threshold where I had real control over myself. It was a very sudden transition, something that left no doubt whatsoever that my months of helplessness in the grip of my own hunger were over.

Mitch noticed it immediately.

"I think we are looking at `Mission Accomplished' here," he said to Vicki. She nodded and without a word Kyle and Sarah departed, leaving the three of us alone at the breakfast table.

"I have to leave, don't I?" I asked Mitch.

"Yeah, you do. For your own good, honest. You'll always be welcome here until I get married, but I think you need to get outside this place and outside your old life and the sooner the better." He looked at Vicki and she nodded. "I'm giving you a million credits- this will be after taxes and listed as income- for services rendered. It's the only way I can legally give it to you so don't read into it." That last was because he could see I was about to protest being paid for sex.

"Have you got an answer for me now, Kat?" Vicki asked me. I thought about that and I realized I could sense Mitch's anticipation of my reply. I could smell his desire for Vicki and me and I could almost detect the flow of his reasoning as he went over the details of how he would process the payment to me. This made me look sharply at Vicki and she just smiled.

"I think I'll accept your offer," I told her, "but I want to have Mitch go over any agreement between us a few days after we leave and before I sign it."

"I can't," Mitch interjected, "it's best for all of us if you leave all vestiges of your old life behind.  I know an excellent contracts lawyer who is not associated with my firm or Vicki's, I'll send him a referral."

"Excellent idea and I think you'll like the terms, Kat. You're special and I intend to treat you very, very well," Vicki said, smiling.

Five weeks later I was on a yacht in the South Pacific playing Sexy Girlfriend opposite some rich executive's eighteen-year-old bookish engineering student son. It was precisely how Vicki had described it- I drew him out of his shell, gave him a level of confidence that had been lurking dormant in his psyche and then carefully encouraged him to break it off with me over a six month period, parting as friends.  

I could have retired for life on what I earned from that one contract, but I was hooked and asked for something more challenging.

Vicki didn't hesitate to deliver. "This contract has been taken out by a corporation concerned by the behavior of a senior research administrator. You will not be introduced to him, nor is he to ever know you are under contract. You are to arrange a meeting, gain his interest and his trust, and then report on your impressions and do what you can to ameliorate any issues he may have. Sleeping with him is not required, but of course..."

But of course. Seducing him was pretty straight-forward once I did a little preparative research into his own specialties. Vicki gave me credentials as a Master of Science in Genetics and I was able to absorb the required materials pretty quickly so that when I met `Jason' (not his real name, of course) at a function at the college where he held a fellowship I was able to gain his attention and was soon working as liaison between his management group and the pure science types of the actual research staff, and a week after that we were lovers.

Jason had control issues as he was certain his people were not giving him all the information he required. I was able to streamline communications for him and improve information flow, but in the end it was letting him tie me up for sex that loosened him up enough to give his people the freedom they needed to get their work done to everyone's satisfaction. Interestingly enough, Jason gave me credit for the improved information flow and his staff gave me credit for getting him to stop micro-managing them and letting them get on with their work.

There were a couple more engagements like that. Not the same scenario, but the same general tone: helping people to become more than they had been, unlocking their potential, helping them to find themselves. It was still prostitution no matter what Vicki said, but there was a definite sense of altruism attached even if I was extremely well paid. And I truly loved doing it, both for the results and for the pleasure of sharing my body in ways I'd never been able to in my previous life.

"Why did Winifred Peachtree decide to go into The Tank and become Kat Willis?" Vicki finally asked me one day.

At the time it had seemed so simple, but when she asked me it seemed there must have been more to my decision than just fear of death and a desire to live a different life. I thought about it for a long time as the two of us sipped tea in her office.

"She wasn't finished," I finally answered. "I know it sounds silly, but Winifred simply wasn't done doing the thing she loved most- helping others."

"Winifred was a world renowned philanthropist," Vicki sighed, tilting her head in a way that signaled she wanted more from me, "And Kat Willis is a superb young whore," she winked and I smiled, "How are they similar?"

"We are and we're not," I replied without thinking. "When Winifred chose to go into The Tank she thought wanted to fill a gap in her life, to be the sexual creature she'd never been, but she was just rationalizing."

"Really? Explain, please."

"Winifred would never have chosen to just become young again... It seemed arrogant to think the world needed her so badly. She needed an excuse... it's hard to think like her now, but I think... I think the whole 'make me a sex kitten' thing was just her way of covering up her real motives. She wanted to continue making a difference... and I think she believed she would be able to overcome whatever happened to her after The Tank and resume doing what she loved to do: making the world a better place."
