Curt… AKA Kitten

Curt was more than a little confused. She cupped her new breasts and shivered in fear and surprise. They were worryingly sensitive. How had this happened?! She looked in the mirror and saw the reflected image of her latest sexual conquest. Just last night she had been Curt Meyer, director of finance at Megatech. Powerful. Rich. Master of his own destiny. But now ... she was Kitten. Probably one of the best screws Curt had ever had. She looked down past her full soft breasts. Between her legs was a very female sex. She was short, busty, sexy, overtly female ... and ... who was Kitten? A high paid escort.

Somehow she had been swapped into this body. Gods her breasts were sensitive. She was getting turned on. This was bad.

"Ah hello kitten. Some exposition is in order." Her former voice started. She turned in surprise, hands moving guiltily from her new breasts then one hand going back to cover them, conscious of her erect nipples, the other covering her new sex, shuddering at her own touch. She was wet and tingly. She looked up at her former body. Naked. Her eyes focused on her former cock.

"I was approached by a former colleague of yours. Luke... the offer was that I take your body and life. You take mine. You see I am qualified in exactly the same areas you are but some bad choices when I was studying ended my career prospects. I have this condition where I become a little too .... sexual. Nymphomania. Which was my downfall. You see to make ends meet in college I'd been an escort. And I was arrested for prostitution... and so no career. But now I can have the career I wanted free of my urges. Now the offer I have for you is simple. You can become my partner. Well mistress. We aren't equals you see... or you can continue in a life as an escort."

Kitten swallowed. "Nymphomania?" She whispered understanding why she was so aroused. The urge was becoming hard to fight. Her hand on her crotch itched to play.

"It's an addiction... you should play with yourself..." Curt instructed as he approached her.

Kitten shook her head but the suggestion seemed so reasonable. Curt pushed her hand away from her sex and tickled it. Kitten moaned.

Before she knew what was happening she was eagerly mounting her former cock, breasts pressed against her former chest, back hard against the wall as he screwed her little body to its first incredible orgasm. She knew she wanted more. Nodding her head she agreed. "Mistress."