Shaking your groggy head, you awaken, strapped to the cold hard surface of an examination table as you look around the dimly lit laboratory. Weren't you on your way to down to the boss' office? Something about volunteering for the 'greater good of the Arcadia Movement'...at least what was left of it, you couldn't believe it when you'd heard the news that the Boss had setup shop elsewhere after managing to escape from prison. You barely stepped through the front doors before you blacked out...and now you were strapped to a table in a tight fitting bodysuit.

The sounds of footsteps behind you forces your gaze upwards, as your eyes fall upon a tall figure approaching you, his signature dark-grey suit flowing gently as he approached, entering the spotlight. You were very familiar with those sharp eyes and extravagantly kept hairstyle, even though half of it was now horribly scarred; it was the Boss, Sayer, himself.

"Christoph Dane! I apologize for the rough accomodations but we don't have much time, i assume you already know what you're here for?"

Puzzled, you look at the restraints binding you to the table, before glancing back up at Sayer. "Uhhh...for the greater good of the Movement...sir?". You were aware that Sayer recruited exceptional individuals who had psychic abilities imbued within them. After the intitial destruction of the Arcadia Movement's headquarters and Sayer's return, the group needed new members to fill its ranks. You were one of those few who were scouted to join the organization. Readily agreeing, you'd headed to the designated location before being knocked out cold.

Laughing at your answer, Sayer strolls over to a console mounted on the wall, linked to wires and machinery snaking over to the table underneath you. "Something along those lines...as you know the Arcadia Movement only recruits those with exceptional psychic talent...and you, Dave, are exceptionally valuable to the cause! You will now undergo a process that will help bring that talent to its maximum! I thank you for being here today, not to worry, i'll be here with you all the way!"

With a press of a button, an ominous red glow begins to emanate around you, coming from the table as you feel a tingle begin to spread over your body. "Umm sir? Is this procedure safe?" Looking over at Sayer, he smiles comfortingly before replying. "This has been thoroughly tested many times before, completely harmless. In fact, it's the very same one used to heal what was left of my visage after my escape...but with a few minor adjustments..."

Before you can question him any further, your eyes glance down to your arms, noticing the muscle and flesh pulsating as they lose mass and slim down, your dark complexion beginning to turn a pale white as a quick glance over the rest of your body confirms the same thing occurring across  your legs and chest as the bodysuit squirms with moving flesh. "W-what the heck is this?! Let me go!" At this point, all respect for Sayer and the Arcadia Movement was gone from your mind as you struggled to break free.

"There, there, just stay still for abit longer, and all that petty worry will fade from your mind..." With another tap of a button, another restraint appears, locking your neck in place as a gag wraps itself around your mouth, stifling your shouts of protest as a haze begins to invade your mind, it wasn't terrible but it felt like someone was pressing down on your forehead. With your head locked facing down, you can do nothing but watch as the changes progress. Already most of your muscle mass has been traded for a slm amount of fat, solid pecs now looking pudgy and soft, muscular thighs left slim and curved. Most worryingly of all though, was your shrivelling manhood retreating slowly back between the rapidly expanding gap between your thighs as the tent in the suit shrinks. You barely register the fact that your body was rapidly feminizing as the buzzing in your head intensifies into a low drone.

"Things are proceeding well enough, lets up things abit shall we?" Without waiting for a response, Sayer cranks a lever to the maximum as you feel the tingle escalate into static shocks, your screams muffled by the gag around your mouth as your body begins to pump up even further with soft flesh and plump fat. Soon, the body you're looking at is barely recognizable as the last bits of your now-pathetic manhood shrink out of sight with a wet pop, a wet stain forming over the crotch as your eyes scan the tender void between your now soft and petite legs as a new sensation begins to burn within your tender belly. Slowly but surely, the uncomfortable feeling of static turns to that of festering desire as beads of sweat roll down your now hairless skin. With a startled gasp, you jump as warm fingers brush against your plump cheeks, caressing silky locks of hair as they begin to grow longer and enter your vision, mesmerizing you with their lovely burgundy shade, though you were certain they were an ordinary shade of black before.

As the neck restaints lift away, Sayer leans close, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as you feel the hole between your legs quiver in excitement, what were these feelings?! "Almost there dear...try to think hard about your life...do you remember anything?" As the words leave Sayer's mouth, you find yourself unusually compelled to do so. Shutting your almond shaped eyes as you try your best to ignore the burning lust within your groin and the sensations of shifting flesh as sizeable breasts begin to inflate and grow on your once flat chest. But...there was nothing...whenever you tried to think about the events in the past that led you to joining the Arcadia Movement, you could only see darkness and a faint hum that intensified when you tried too hard...but when you didn't think, it felt good, that itchiness between your legs seemed to dim slightly whenever your mind came to rest, as if some invisible force was rewarding you. But something felt wrong about this, you had to fight back!

Without your full mental faculty to aid you however, your resistance soon fades. To think was to be hurt, that was all you needed to know. As you open your eyes again, you come face to face with Sayer. You find your eyes drifting over sharp cheeks, alluring eyes and his dashing hairstyle. A sudden rush of arousal forces a feminine gasp out of you as you gaze down to see Sayer's hand wrapped around a plump breast, fingers rubbing and teasing your erect nipples as you twitch and gasp in his grip. At some point, he'd undone the zipper and exposed your voluptuous breasts, seeing your plump vulva exposed like a tease just below the zipper head made you desperate to plunge a finger or two down your sopping wet snatch but those pesky restraints were in the way!

Chuckling, Sayer lifts his hand off your aching nipples before cradling your head gently in his arms, lifting your dainty chin to look up into his eyes as he inspects you. Being this close was so arousing! It was an honor for a lowly grunt such as yourself to be this close to the leader of the Aracadia Movement. As the restraints silently withdraw back into the table and the pink glow fades, Sayer lifts you up to a sitting position as your now plump ass provides a little warmth from the cold metal surface, directing your gaze with a hand. "You turned out extremely well dear. Come, take a look for yourself." Blushing, you try to follow his orders without being distracted by the tent forming in his pants and your soft shoulders rubbing up against his massive frame.

Looking at the mirror positioned directly against the wall, you gaze at yourself, examining the burgundy colored bangs framing your seductive features as a hand runs down childbearing hips and curvaceous thighs. You were a 10/10 beauty but you'd never find anything out of the ordinary, to you, it was business as usual. You blush as Sayer lays a hand over your shoulder, rubbing you reassuringly as you smile at him with vapid eyes. All signs of the independent, muscular grunt you were moments before now replaced with a buxom babe with the single minded goal of obeying her Master without question, not that you would ever find anything unusual with that.

"Long ago i had someone like you by my side dear, but now that time has come and gone. I was careless and she fell from my grasp, but you dear? You will be an excellent replacement! You have similar psychic abilities which was why i chose you, but i sense greater potential within you, with training and time, you'll shine just as bright as she once did!" Although you smiled and nodded at his every word, that irked you abit deep within your heart, you didn't want to be some replacement for a good-for-nothing that couldn't see the greatness in Master Sayer! You wanted him to acknowledge you for who you were, make him fawn over you and you alone, yes, that felt right!

Without hesitation, your nimble body leaps over the table, pinning Master Sayer as you hastily undo the zipper over your crotch, a stream of fluids pouring out the freshly gap in the suit as your eager lips twitch and spasm in need. Without waiting for another word, you undo Master's pants just as quick, impaling yourself over his erect cock as you run a hand over your smooth, silky locks, moaning in ecstasy as you feel your warm insides cling and wrap tightly around his pulsing hot rod. Feeling a tingle of excitement within you as your eyes gaze over your Master's look of surprise. "Hee hee, I'll be more than a replacement for some skank Master Sayer! I'll be better than she ever was, your one and only-HNGH!-Not so rough Master!" With a sudden yelp, Master wraps his muscular arms around your wide hips, forcing you down as his dick goes deeper inside of you, poking against the entrance to your baby incubator and sending tingles of pleasure up your spine. As expected of Master Sayer!

For the next few hours, there weould be nothing but the rabid moans and screams of a hungering whore echoing down the chamber as Master had his way with you, and from the look on his face, it was clear you were his favourite!

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Grunting in effort as yet another load empties out into her womb, the girl sighs in happiness as she runs a dainty hand over her swollen belly, gigging as she zips up her suit, not even bothering to clean up the dripping strands of baby batter oozing out of her cunt, a dazed look of ecstasy on her face as she bathes in the feeling of steaming hot spunk trapped in her vaginal walls. "Well then Master, i'll take my leave now...thanks for that!"

Waving her goodbye, Sayer leans back against the wall with a sigh as he watches the newborn clone of Akiza Izinski take her leave, her plump ass waving in the air as she struts confidently down the corridor and to the training facilities. After all the previous attempts at producing a suitable replacement for Akiza, none had come so far as Dane had, though 'Dane' wasn't a fitting name for the lustful maiden that had taken the grunts place. He had a high affinity to Akiza's psychic talents so with some training and modifications, Sayer was sure this had been the breakthrough he'd been looking for after so long!

He'd often wandered long and hard on why Akiza had left him, but the answer was a simple one : free will. With Akiza, he'd been too kind. But no longer would he fumble over those same errors. With his new replacement, he'd been sure to wipe her mind clean, leaving no trace of any memories of either Dane or Akiza left in that pretty head of hers. Instead, he'd implanted the personality of a loyal subject within that blank template, imparting skills that he'd gathered through data from powerful Duelists like her progenitor; Akiza and that pesky Yusei. Of course, he'd never expected her to harbour deep seated feelings of jealousy. He could tell with just a glance, the way she looked him in the eyes as he had his way with her; she was furious at being compared to Akiza. He'd have to keep tabs on her but for now, he had a powerful card in his hands, and he would make sure to nurture it to its fullest potential before he would show himself once more...