Within the dusty ventilation shafts of a secret underground research facility no one knew existed was where a certain someone crept, making his way through the honeycomb network as the man made his way deeper and deeper into the heart of the facility. Unseen by its guards and security lasers as the noise-proof padding and thermal dampeners in his stealth suit kept him hidden.

This was Hamerson, a nobody who excelled in the arts of sabotage and espionage who worked under many different groups and organizations. Today? He was hired to steal information and assets critical to some rival company’s success, nothing more. The most he’d heard about it being some discovery in the Sahara Desert that they got beaten to.

As he continues down the vents, Hamerson suddenly feels a tug on his feet as something wraps tightly around his ankles, pulling hard. Not expecting something to come after him, Hamerson pulls out a silenced pistol from his chest holster and fires three shots blindly down where he’d come from. A risky move but it would definitely kill or wound whoever had grabbed him.

Shocked to still feel the thing tugging on his leg, Hamerson tries to look back to see a weird sight; long strips of what looked like paper were pulling on him, severed strands from his shots evaporating as more take their place, coming from a corner down the vents he’d ignored while on his way to the research laboratory.

Unable to fight back as he feels more and more of the paper tendrils wrap and encase his legs, moving upwards as they do their job. Hamerson triggers his beacon, an indicator to his masters that he’d failed the mission and most likely wouldn’t be making it back, before he gags as a mass of combined tendrils gags him, forcing their way down his throat as his mummified form is dragged back down the vents, noisily bumping against corners as Hamerson is taken away. A particularly nasty knock to his head as the tendrils turn a corner rendering Hamerson unconscious as he drifts into the dark.

Hamerson awakens with a jolt to a bright spotlight illuminating his figure, hands bound above him in a pitch black room as he kneels in the center. Looking around, he sees nothing but a pair of glowing eyes as they watch, pacing around him slowly. With a hoarse voice, Hamerson provokes them with a simple statement, he’d been through hellish conditions and the most brutal torture methods out there so what they had planned? Wasn’t going to work on him. “You’re not getting anything out of me! Just end it and get it over with alright?” Slowly, the two figures around him begin to laugh in unison in response to Hamerson’s words. “But my dear child! You’ve already given us what we need!” “Indeed, and end you, we won't, you will serve much greater needs than a life of crime in return for simple cash!”

Hamerson scoffs in disbelief, his voice still sore and rough but sounding clearer by the second. “That’s a load of bullshit if I've ever heard one. How can you-” “The Board of Arcane Health and Sciences, am I correct? Hamerson Schofferfield, Aged thirty six and a graduate of Harvard? You could’ve been so much more! Pity you were hired by the wrong side! Not to worry though, we have already sent people to deal with them, in time, they will serve alongside you!”

Weird, Hamerson didn't recall being hired by anyone...in fact he couldn't remember much before waking up here in a pitch black room and strung up tight. “What're you talking about?” Laughing once more, the second of the pair responds in mock surprise “Why Hamerson, it was you! You willingly provided all that information to us, and all it took was some...let’s call it ehh; ‘gentle persuasion’?” Frowning in anger now, Hamerson was about to tell the two nutjobs screw off for even suggesting that he was a two-timing backstabber when the other man cut’s in. “He doesn’t understand his situation Ivan...Hamerson? Have you tried looking down for a second? It would do wonders to enlighten you to the situation...”

Deciding to humour the clowns, Hamerson looks down...and yells in shock as he sees budding breasts hanging free between wrappings of the same paper tendrils from earlier, his well trained body decorated with scars and blemishing is now petite, untouched and undeniably feminine as his small eyes gaze over his pinched in waist and wide hips. Hamerson looked like some schoolgirl who hadn’t hit puberty yet! Struggling hard with renewed vigor to break loose, it only served to send new feelings of arousal through him as the bindings cinch against his flesh and rub up his small pink nipples. Hamerson looked up again, glaring in anger at the two figures watching him, he didn’t need to look any further to know he was now a she, as the lack of anything dangling between her legs and how tight the bindings were between her soft thighs was as big an indicator as she needed.

Trying hard to sound mad with her new voice she now realized wasn’t the result of a sore throat. “What the hell is this?! You sick nutjobs turned me into some chick? This...what was that again?” Weird, Hamerson had a thought on the tip of her tongue but had forgotten what it was...something about secret technology in a desert? Laughing in unison for the third time, the two men walk forward into the light, Hamerson wincing in disgust as she realizes they were more cyborg than men, prosthetics and tubing lining what little remained of their bodies. "Have you already forgotten what you came here for Hamerson? Or maybe you just like roleplaying the little damsel in distress as her captors humiliate her? Gahah!"

Ivan chimes in. “Chick? My dear, you’re far from it! You’re...lacking...in certain areas of the feminine persuasion” As the two laugh out loud, Hamerson grits her teeth in anger, ready to curse and swear at her captors for this insulting treatment. “I’m still like...growing up y’know? Give me a few years and i'll be-” Cutting herself off as she realized the words coming out of her mouth.

Ivan sneers in response. “A few years till you’ll be what?”. “What the hell was that...what did you do to me?!” As Hamerson continues her futile struggles, Ivan walks back into the dark as his partner remains watching. “Why don’t we give you a live demonstration, my girl? Nice to see the mental reprogramming finally kick into gear but without the hardware...the code lack’s urgency…” Mental Reprogramming, Hamerson didn’t like those words as she hears the audible press of a button, more of the paper tendrils descend from the ceiling, holding what looks like a golden collar as she struggles and bites at the approaching bindings. “Get the hell away from me you-GRHK-” Her struggles and shouting cease as the bindings wrap around her head in a flash, binding and gagging her mouth shut as the collar descends around Hamerson’s lithe neck, the green jewels dangling from it beginning to glow and hum with energy as it clicks shut around her beck.

As Hamerson's bound body continues to put up resistance, Ivan monologues in the darkness of the room, his partner still watching Hamerson. "The control collar on you is derived from that 'technology' our founders so generously provided us. Although not as powerful, through plentiful revisions and testing, we've fine tuned it to respond to voice commands from authorized personnel unlike its unruly original...the only reason you were awake at all was so we could use you like our little guinea pig after removing all vital information from that pretty little head of yours!" The mummified Hamerson spasms as she screams in anger, coming out as muffled roars as her tightly bound body struggles harder at what she hears.

Through her muffled hearing, Hamerson had gotten riled up at what Ivan had told her he'd done. "So all those gaps in my head...the fog...thats what they removed from me?" Trying hard to think back, Hamerson felt cold fear spread as she realizes they've taken a whole lot more than just mission-critical intel. She couldn't remember the names and faces of her girlfriend or family, much less where she lived, trying to remember brought pain to her as she struggled to push past the blank dots in her mind she could've sworn were filled before.

She hears Ivan speak once more but couldn't hear much  in his normal speaking voice when he wasn't acting like he was some grand master making a speech. All she could make out were "Be over...test begin..." before the loud humming around her neck intensifies as she feels her body begin to heat up, changes occuring unseen to her as her skin begins to darken into a lovely shade of natural chocolate brown.

Her bob cut hair becomes fuzzy, growing wildly and stopping as it brushes against her sensitive nape, Hamerson wincing in response at the sudden reaction, she wasn't that sensitive before! Speaking of sensitive, Hamerson's attention goes to her small pert chest, slowly pulsating, with each pulse inflating them with flesh and fluids as they begin to fill into perky melons, stopping close to an E-cup. Crimson blush on her cheeks as Hamerson feels the bindings push hard against her newly erect nipples. "STAHFWHAERVERISHIFH!!! (Stop whatever this is!!!)

Outside, Ivan and his partner watches with glee as they continue to change Hamerson, laughing at her gagged protests. "Did you hear that Ivan? I think she wants more!" Snickering, Ivan places a hand back on the button as it glows in response, registering his thoughts as the collar does its job. Soon, Hamerson's angry shouting devolves into mewls of lust and groans of effort as her hips push out and her waist pinches in even further, forming a perfect hourglass figure as her struggling soon devolves into rabid hip thrusting as her new sexual organs sensitivity levels go off the charts, staining the paper bindings as her cunt begins to drool, bulging into a cameltoe as her vulva becomes a tad bit more puffier. Smiling, Ivan was about to lift his hands off the button before his partner calls to him. "Oi Ivan? I've got a request for you...could you make her like one of those cartoon jackal girls? I do have a particular thing for them.

Sighing, Ivan hands him the remote as he places his palm over it, causing Hamerson to convulse in pained pleasure as a pair of jackal ears rip free from the binding atop her head. "How about some clothes eh? Can't have cake without proper dressing after all!" As the bindings unravel around Hamerson, she falls to her knees, her tired and pleasure rocked body aching from the changes as skimpy underwear and black leather wrapping materializes over her, clinging tightly but doing very little to hide her privates. Where the petite young girl once stood now knelt a buxom, ebony skinned, jackal girl a few years older than she was before.

Struggling to stand, Hamerson looks over her new curvaceous form as she eyes the golden collar still locked tight around her neck and the skimpy top rubbing against her nipples, tenting the fabric as they go erect to the sensation of it rubbing against her sensitive skin. Swallowing a moan as Hamerson feels her clitoris tingle in response to her movements, her equally skimpy panties riding into her juicier cunt as she tries to ignore the sensations coursing through her body. "Wha..what...is this...m-my body...even my lovely voice? What have you hunky bastards done to me..." Laughing, Hamerson's captors gloat as the assistant hands the remote back to Ivan, their victim unaware she was starting to show cracks in her speech as the mental programming continues its work unknown to Hamerson.

"That, my dear, is what we hope to achieve with our implant device and vocal commands, much preferrable over this damned collar our competitors have put out...but baby-steps i guess, on the road to progress! You however, still need some work, don't you agree Hyura? Hamerson just doesn't fit someone as beautiful as you." Hamerson finally manages to stand, she whips her head up to stare at Ivan as her jackal ears twitch in response, crimson eyes filled with panic at Ivan's words. "W-What are you going to do to me you handsome creeps! A-and who's Hamerson?" Stifling a laugh, Ivan continues to speak to his new pet, poison dripping in every word as his partner takes a seat by the back of the room.

"Yes Hyura, who was Hamerson? No matter, what do you think of our little gift?" As Ivan gestures to the outfit adorning Hyura's body, the jackal girl looks down past her enormous bosom as she runs a hand over a breast, adoring the gold accents and the soft, pale fabric contrasting her natural brown before a manicured nail glides over her puffy nipples, eliciting a small yelp of arousal as she feels her groin beginning to grow wet, the panties clinging to them beginning to turn damp and sticky as her overflowing juices begin to drip down her luscious legs, droplets glinting in the light as a small pool of vaginal fluids form between her legs. Ivan taking note, steps closer as the former spy backs up nervously.

"W-what are you doin-Kyahn!" Her retreat cut short as Ivan wraps a hand over Hyura's hips and pulls her close to him as Ivan's assistant whistles for dramatic effect, still watching the show. All she can do is close her eyes in excitement as she feels his other hand peel apart her soaking panties, cold fingers beginning to prod and poke her moist innards as she reflexively wraps her slender arms around Ivan's frame, pushing her large orbs against his chest as she struggles to compose herself this close to her Master, all her concerns fading as she feels herself melt in his embrace. "That's good Hyura...very good...how do you feel about ponytails my girl?" Puzzled, Hyura thinks for a moment, flashes of a woman in her mind sporting a ponytail of her own...she found it warm to look at...but did she see her before? Dismissing it as Master's fingers force her mind out of the haze of thought, she responds to Ivan, still fingering her sopping wet lips as he looks down at her, robotic eyes waiting for a reply. "I think they'd look nice Master...and...if we...y'know...performed mating rituals? They'd serve well for something to hold on to...i think."

Laughing in that voice Hyura found so adoring of her Master, Ivan pockets a hand and presses the remote again as he pulls away from her, his other hand dripping wet as a trail of fluids drip onto the floor. Watching as Hyura's short messy crop of hair begins to grow out, straightening themselves into a neat trim as the excess grows out longer, a golden string materializing as it ties the mane up into a long flowing ponytail as Hyura's ears twitch in response, the new strands of silky hair brushing against her tantalizing rear. Looking over as she sticks out her juicy ass in her attempt to take a look.

Satisfied, Ivan slaps a hand against his mewling pets ass and tracing a finger up her spine and onto her soft, smooth shoulders as she moans, a squirt of fluid hitting the floor as Hyura twitches in overloaded pleasure, blurry eyes looking up at him with lust in their crimson red pupils. "Well said Hyura! Well said! Now...how about the two of us head back to our quarters for some R&R?" Smiling as she grabs ahold of her Master's arms wrapped around her neck, she snuggles up against him as he leads her out of the room. Before leaving, Ivan looks back at his partner still seated at the door, browsing his phone. "Oh and if you would be so kind? Clean up the mess for us would you? We'll be back shortly!" As the door slams shut, the last man inside groans as he shuffles over to the lockers, pulling out a mop and bucket as he got to work wiping away the various pools of vaginal fluid leading to the door. "Prick!"

 - A FEW HOURS LATER -

As the door to the lab creaks open again, Ivan walks in to the sight of his assistant now tapping away at the computer, filing reports as he turns around to greet him. "Had your fill of fun Ivan? Where even is that Hamerson-or-whatever-you-called her now anyway?" Laughing at his partner's obvious irritation. "I was just about to mention her, i think you'll like what i've done with her! Hyura! Come on inside my girl~"

"Sure thing Master!" Like a dog responding to it's owners call, Hyura walks into the lab, presenting her body to her Master and his friend, now lacking the lewd bikini-like outfit from before as fresh semen drips from the tight folds between her legs. Her jackal ears now replaced with a headress as long pointed humanoid ones peek out from behind her hair much to the other man's dissapointment as Ivan waits for his partners response. "You got rid of the jackal ears? You're such a killjoy Ivan..." Chuckling Ivan walks back over to Hyura as he carresses her soft cheeks, eliciting a giggle of joy from her as she smiles warmly at him.

"What can i say? I'm not a fan of animal girls myself! And i prefer little Hyura here the way she is." Blushing at his words, Hyura rubs her thighs together as she feels herself grow wet again, the fire in her loins returning as her vagina grows warm again. Ivan and his partner watching as she tries to hide herself. As the two men look at each other before returning their gaze to the shy lusty maiden in the room. "I see you're getting in the mood again Hyura...i'm sure my friend here would be more than welcome to sate your hunger, would'nt he?" As Ivan gestures to Hyura. his partner sighs as he gets up from the chair, walking over to Hyura as she watches him nervously. "Don't worry Hyura, treat him like you would me alright? He's equally as feisty in bed as i am, on that, you can trust me!"

Relaxing at her Master's words, Hyura watches as the man unzips his pants and lets free his pecker as it flops out at the ready. Hyura's crimson eyes turning green as the implanted code forces her into an uncontrollable urge for sex as she spreads her legs for the man, posing lewdly as she displays her goods for her partner, sputtering folds eager for his rod to fill her insides with another serving of delicious man juice, just like her Master had a few minutes ago, all other thoughts and concerns pushed aside as Hyura awaited her second serving...

Hamerson would be listed as MIA a few days later, with the Board of Arcane Health and Sciences suffering strikes against their facilities and VIP's with surprising knowledge on their layouts and location demonstrated by their assailants. The two men responsible for it would continue their work undisturbed, as their new sexpot of a pet tended to their every need, keeping them focused on their devilish work as they made leaps and bounds ahead, inching closer to their goal every day.

THE END