When I awoke it was to a burst of late afternoon natural light instead of the fluro tubes of the lab. I was what seemed to be a tastefully decorated room, on my side on a king size bed. The strange feeling of being bent backwards once again reminded me that I was forever bent backwards. My formerly legs now resembled the hind legs of a cat and were just as alien as the new pair that were closer to my body. A tail extended from between my rear and danced as if it had a mind of it's own. With concentration I could control the furless snake, and soon I realized I had other more important things to learn to do.
With some effort and repeated attempts I was finally able to stand and walk. Learning to walk on four unnatural legs was hard enough without having to deal with the extra ballast that rode in front and constantly pulled me off balance or kept going in a direction I was no longer going. This was just awful.
"My god, your perfect. Utterly."
I turned towards the beautiful voice that said that only to find it's owner was just as beautiful. She wore her red hair up in a bun, her nose topped by smart rimmed glasses. She wore a charcol gray suit which covered, but didn't hide the fact she had a body worthy of a porn star with shapely hips and breasts almost as large as the mutants hanging off my chest.
"I have to admit, when they actively process someone, they do superb work. Superb."
As she got closer, her wonderful smell filled my nose and I felt my pussy throb and dilate in expectation of sex. She stroked my flank and my body reacted in full force and I felt read to jump her, so I focused on my anger and pushed the arousal to the back of my mind. I let out a groan as she grasped my tail like one would a cock with one hand, the other rubbing my cunt, her fingers sliding past my lips. Focus. "W-who are you?"
Her hand stopped probing me and I felt her slick fingers leaving trails of my own juices on my body as she approached my front. "I'm Melissa Jones, one of the 10 richest women in the world. Some call me the Artic Shark because I'm a stone-cold bitch in the boardroom and have been head of some of the most brutal hostile takeovers ever seen in the business world."
She cupped my tits and I can honestly describe I hadn't felt anything like that until then. Her eyes sparkled as she pinched my nipples and I began to whimper, pleasure arcing up and down my elongated spine. Focus on the anger. She knows why you're a freak. Focus! "Why..why did they do this-"
"They owed my a debt, so they paid me in kind. Well, I always wanted a cat, but I'm alergic to the fur. I also needed a companion and house-keeper, but I needed someone compatible for my sexual needs." The way she stressed the last part told me that was the main reason, but that raised another lot of questions, the main one being "What the hell do you mean compatible?"
Her face locked for a second and her smile seemed to fade. "I.. It'd be easier just to show you." Melissa began to disrobe and I saw-