FemCorp was a pharmaceutical company renowned for their beauty and healthcare corps catered to women as if the name wasn't obvious enough. A group that had started off small and based somewhere in a certain country, it only took the brand less than two years to expand into the multi million dollar company it was today. With branches spread out all across the globe and an entire line of products to their name that had quickly out sold their competitors. Firmly cementing themselves as a staple in the field while leaving very little for former giants to earn even a fraction of what they used to before FemCorp had entered the stage and toppled their empire.

And with contracts that extended to mysterious organizations with no allegiances and even government agencies for projects that were certainly not shady, FemCorp was proving to be a major player that didn't seem to have any plans of stopping their gains any time soon. With their latest project involving work with the law enforcement of the western bloc's to introduce a new system aimed at reforming criminals using technology the world had never seen that involved altering the genetic code of an individual. It unsurprisingly spawned a series of protests against the practice, claiming the corrupt officers were using it to abuse transformed inmates with claims that total control and awareness had been stripped from their minds, leaving them totally clueless to the humiliation they were then subjected to.

Of course, another side to the argument had spring up, being quick to justify the abuse of inmates after years of rising crime rates and repeat offenders constantly falling back into their life of crime not even a day after being released. 'Let them learn their lesson!' seemed to be the consensus in the majority of the public eye much to the dismay of human rights groups and activists.

Even with the temporary drop in shares as 'self righteous' shareholders pulled out in response to the bad press, it wouldn't affect the company whatsoever when they already had the government and countless other names backing them.

And it wasn't as if that drop would last the moment the outcry turned into support, with the people soon vouching for FemCorps support as crime rates fluctuate before going on a noticeable incline with the Criminal Reformation Program (or CRP for short) wiping out any hope for convicts going free as hefty crimes above theft were rewarded with an involuntary 5 year service period that guaranteed no one could bail them out early since crime bosses kept breaking out their underlings under the guise of rich family members 'concerned' for their wayward youth.

Even if they managed to pay the exorbitant new sum required to free someone of the CRP, the person they expected to see come out those doors would never again be able to commit a single crime in their life for the foreseeable future.

Outside of soliciting sex with the inappropriate audience and public acts of indecency of course.

It didn't take long for many to become curious of FemCorp and its mysterious background less on their pharmaceutical origins and more towards their insidious partnership with whatever organization that gave them this level of technology. With a multitude of agents from both rival companies and even other nations attempting many times to find out what made their technology tick. But with a strange security mechanism that would instantly reduce anyone without the proper clearance into misshapen blobs and a built in failsafe that reduced the device into useless scrap not even a total blackout could stop, the only thing these hopeful individuals could glean from many failed attempts was that it worked by producing a pink light that turned whoever was exposed to it into whatever the operator of the control terminal wished for them to be. Usually resulting in a buxom maiden with no trace left of the person they once were.

And the results were permanent so all that talk about temporary service in the Program were just lies to cut down on as many criminals as the nation could before the people became aware of it. Not like they would care much judging from the overwhelming support drowning out those with actual concerns over the use of such power. It reminded many of slavery in some ways when the prisoners under the Program were handed out under the label of community service ended up as scantily clad waitresses in sleazy bars that had no qualms about having their bodies used however their employers saw fit. Disturbingly happy no matter what they were asked to do.

'The CRP's stunning success has allowed us to open up our initial outreach further than ever before so don't be surprised to find a helpful young lady with gorgeous pink eyes tending to your food one day in a restaurant near you!' had been the press response by FemCorp when the question inevitably arose about why there seemed to be CRP subjects in non critical places of infrastructure and manpower.

But this was just the first step in FemCorp's plan to slowly spread their influence around the world. And as a certain individual clad entirely in black scaling the perimeter fence surrounding a posh looking mansion was about to find out, it was already too late for anyone to even lift a finger to stop their insidious plans for world domination, not like they were in a rush to do so anyway…

"Finally in…the fine lady's got one hell of a security system in this place…"

Muttering under his breath as he nonchalantly disarms the last laser tripwire impeding his advance, a figure cloaked in a black spandex looking suit materializes out of thin air with a curious electrical effect revealing a slim, athletic build.

For a place as old as this, the amount of traps and detection systems ranging from classic rigged mechanisms to futuristic thermal lasers that could instantly shear someone in half if triggered was stupidly overkill.

"Then again, if you're the CEO of some big evil pharmaceutical company in bed with the government…overkill is an understatement…"

After repeat successful break-ins across FemCorp's many branches across the globe and unlisted buildings under their name, Laurence had finally managed to track down the mysterious CEO of the company to an isolated mansion far out in the countryside isolated from most of civilization. The perfect place for someone to live in peace or, if you run a company with a history of questionable morals and ethics, run experiments in private.

While he wasn't able to retrieve any useful information, what he did learn pointed out a specific set of coordinates to this mansion, no doubt a place of vital importance to FemCorp if the hard drive he had retrieved it from was rigged to melt anyone in a 5 meter radius with some sort of thermite shell. But if the information was right, then this wasn't a hidden research facility but rather the home of the lady who started the company. Madame Eleanora herself.

No one had seen her in the public ever since the company she had built became a globally recognised name so this was a major mission for Laurence to pull off. If he managed to find and bag Eleanora herself, the intel his employers could glean from an interrogation would be enough to topple FemCorp and their monopoly.

But the manor's peculiarities didn't just end at the death traps, extending to the very staff who seemed to tend to the enormous building and its upkeep. For one; it seemed they were all women, very scantily clad women dressed in an assortment of scandalous outfits themed after Victorian maid uniforms. From string bikinis to virgin killer getups that left the entirety of their shapely behinds exposed, Laurence had to stop himself from getting distracted while looking out for traps as he navigated the treacherous manor.

The second, and most damning evidence that pointed towards forced employment were their eyes that, unlike their uniforms, all glowed an eerie pink with nary a hint of life behind them even as he spied them conversing with each other or taking breaks in fancy chairs with some of them even acting out like love starved lesbians. The same pink eyes everyone in the CRP had. This definitely stank of FemCorps dirty work. How many of them were originally men? Laurence couldn't tell, all he knew was that he needed to get the job done before he was found out. While the tech suit he wore was considered a state of the art stealth system, something told him whatever FemCorp had in store was leaps and bounds beyond anything the modern world had in its arsenal.

Sneaking along another corridor with his body kept far away from any surface, Laurence knew he was right at the heart of the manor upon sighting the large double doors at the end of the long carpeted hall. Heading what sounded like faint thuds and voices emanating from the other side of the thick mahogany wood. But by the time he'd made it up close to press his ears against them, the sounds had stopped…

Before rapid footfalls urge him to dodge to the side as the doors flew open outwards, followed by another maid dressed just as shamelessly as her other sisters were with visible love bites on her exposed teats dripping fresh nectar onto the cart she wheeled out of the room with a vapid smile on her face. It seemed Eleanora was just as much of a lesbo as her maid servants were.

'That's just wrong though…wasn't she born ages ago? It's like having an old coot in bed!'

But now wasn't the time to be distracted, so taking the opportunity to slip in through the open doors before they slam shut, Laurence ducks into the room just as the heavy doors close silently with a notable lock clicking into place. He had made it!

Looking around the spacious room to make sure he hadn't been caught, Laurence's keen eyes gaze over expensive marble statues, exquisitely carved and embossed furniture, a wide screen television built into the wall above a fireplace and a king sized bed upon which sits a line individual.

'Holy smokes…'

It was Eleanora…yet not Eleanora. The files he had received listed her as a potentially elderly individual. And while there were a few photos snagged from public databases of her time as a university graduate, he wasn't expecting to see that same bewitching beauty lying half naked in bed with her lips still stained with the milk she had no doubt been drinking straight from the source earlier with a satisfied look on her face. Looking down from her visage to stare gobsmack at a gravure models body however, Laurence could only assume whatever was at work here had bestowed her with eternal youth.

'Either that or she's rockin some heavy makeup…or maybe she's Eleanor's daughter or something?'

Rising to his feet slowly, Laurence begins making his way around the far edges of the room, peeking around the tables and shelves for anything FemCorp related he could pocket away for his mission. But besides a neat collection of fine art pieces and literature, it seemed this room was entirely dedicated to her own personal interests.

Shuffling silently to the other side of the room however, Laurence's spine begins to creep with the sensation that something wasn't quite right here as he carefully inspects his surroundings, noticing no traps or tripped wires before his eyes settle back on Eleanora, noticing her crimson irises locked squarely on him.

'It can't be…is it the TV?'

But as he moves one step further, the agent realizes her eyes were keeping track of his movements perfectly, returning his disgruntled stare with a confident leer of her own, licking her lips before her arms move to grab the remote…

"Shit!"

Too late to move another step, Laurence is left helpless to defend himself as the television screen behind him flashes a brilliant shade of violet pink, dousing the YouTube blog Eleanora in a garish overlay as the stealth field masking Laurence from sight unravels alongside his tech suit, melting into liquid darkness that begins to reshape alongside the man's body as his eyes instantly glaze over with the same hypnotic embers the maids bore. But just as all control leaves the entranced agent's body entirely, Laurence's trembling hands manage to depress a hidden button on the suit before it eventually melts away entirely, leaving him naked before the giggling CEO.

"Like a moth to the flame…do you know how much new stock has been coming through those doors everyday?"

"But this isn't you at all…show me your true self; Become the delectable flower you were always meant to be!"

He wanted to tell Eleanora to screw herself, but Laurence's shackled mind could do nothing but concede as his trained figure begins to lose mass under the relentless heat of the searing pink light, giving the victorious CEO a show as she marvels at the sight of his imposing figure changing like a melting puppet in a shadowplay.

By the time the first 10 seconds passed, Laurence's sleek stealthy frame, sheared clean of its bulk, was already halfway through being filled with soft supple fat. Turning boney arms into lengthy manipulators lined with just the right amount of muscle and toned flesh to add to the allure they were rapidly gaining with thin fingers trimming themselves into slim digits tipped with sharpened nails.

"Wonderful nails dear…but I think they could stand to be a little longer don't you think?"

Lengthening into cat like extensions, Laurence can only let out an effeminate grunt as his neck begins to fall under the warping light, losing his Adam's Apple slowly but surely as his spine snaps inward with a sickening crunch, accompanied by the strangely morbid sight of flesh worming like something struggling to break free of the agent's now smooth hairless hide until a sculpted stomach had been shaped from the gurgling mass of muscle and meat, with one final ripple like a disturbance underwater signaling the formation of organs that would be vital for Laurence's new role in life. But even the perfect tummy most girls would die to have didn't seem to please the demanding lady of the house as she rubs her chin thoughtfully with a contemplating look.

"As much as I love my girls soft and meek…maybe a little muscle wouldn't hurt…"

And just like before, the changes were immediate as a subtle hint of muscle etched itself into Laurence's pudgy core, framing a sexy belly button in time for his burgeoning hips to snap outward as if it was a container breaking at the seams to contain the extra mass flowing downward as the man's visage finally finished transforming, growing sleeker and hyper effeminate with slant eyes shaped like a keen vulpine, topped with slim brows that matched the aura of a quick witted individual Laurence's visage was beginning to exude.

But until the vapid pink eyes regained their will, Laurence's unrecognizable face would be anything but with drool beginning to drip down his shapely chin, earning him an excited purr from Eleanora as she slowly rises from her inclined position, clearly getting into the mood the further the transformation neuters the former agent.

Because with a body sporting girthy thighs that would undoubtedly rub together with every movement and a supple chest beginning to bloom forth into twin mounds of sensitive nerves and fat to rival the bubble butt sagging nicely off his behind, Laurence could barely even hope to sneak around much less take down a target with his ungainly new physique. But maybe there was some hope in using his plump thighs as a weapon to suffocate someone between them.

Locked away in a mental prison and helpless to do anything, Laurence was aware of every single change that had afflicted him. From his unfit, womanly physique to the lengthening trail of soft silky hair cascading down his arched back, the man was now a prisoner in his own body, only able to let out short gasps and sighs that only seemed to turn Eleanora on further as she strides over towards him, kicking his trembling ankles as he falls to his knees with a notable juggle to his fat laden body complete with a hefty shake from the healthy milkers now adorning his chest. They had to be somewhere near double D's, maybe even E cups at this point.

With both control over his own body and the strength to move it sapped from him, Laurence could do nothing but give in to the CEO as she tugs harshly on his hair, lurching him forward with a simple command;

"Lick."

That was all it took to get the disgraced agent to open her small mouth with an eager tongue flitting out to grace her mistress's exposed snatch, furrowing her brow in need as a warmth begins to build beneath her hardening nipples and still defiant member poking up between her thighs with the withered sacs beneath already having conceded long ago, slipping up into the aching slit that had widened from a new organic tunnel leading to the baby incubator boiling away beneath her tummy. Something her mistress would be more than eager to fix as she whispers the final words that would cement Laurence's transformation into her newest pet.

"Don't you think a good, hard dildo pumping away inside you would be much better than having a limp, useless dick?"

She wanted to scream in defiance, to push away and get out of the trap she had fallen into, but as she feels her first taste of sex on the feminine side with her former manhood instantly turning into a large pink plastic toy that plunges deep into her sopping wet folds, Laurence's very identity begins to slip away in earnest as a guttural moan escapes her lips, silenced by Eleanora forcing her head down into her crotch, enjoying the vibrations caused by Laurence's moans with her trembling arms beginning to move on their own, tweaking a nipple as the other tends to the dildo now shoved up her snatch, shoving it even deeper with an excited gasp at the feeling, vaguely aware she was literally fucking herself silly before that idea faded entirely, devoted to enjoying herself while pleasing Mistress at the same time, groaning in pleasure with pink eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

"Tsk tsk tsk, such a dirty look you have on your face my dear…but it suits you all the more, skulking around like a rat in the dark, this is just your true self coming forward into the light, just like all the others before you…just like your sisters. Isn't that right Maria?"

Her words were like music to the enslaved womans ears, instantly clicking to register new thoughts and thinking patterns, dumping her memories of Laurence the proficient spec ops agent without hesitation as military training fades in exchange for lessons on etiquette, adjusting her posture to fit as she tucks her legs together, crossing dainty hands on her thighs together but not before plugging her vagina with the enormous dildo, fighting through the insane pleasure while letting loose an airheaded giggle at the sensation of the toy nudging constantly at the entrance to her womb with every movement, continuing to please Eleanora with renewed energy behind her licking, growing more precise and refined as memories of how her mistress loved to beaten our cement themselves firmly in her head.

And with a liberal spray of vaginal fluids over Maria's face, servitude and submission was all the maid knew as she collapsed in a heap of her own juices, moaning happily with an expression of cocklust scrawled over her pretty face. Something Eleanora never got tired of as she gives her new hire a once over. Reducing cocky spies and aspiring thieves into walking wet dreams eager to please her was just the best.

But as she eyed the dazed maiden lying in all her nude glory on the floor with her long trailing head of midnight black hair spread out around her pale figure, Eleanora grins as the idea of a trained combatant and servant crosses her mind at the same time. For while she did have an innumerable amount of servants to do with as she pleased, a bodyguard was something she hadn't thought of since her body was so augmented, so refined, not even a sergeant in the military could stand a chance against her. The secret that no doubt drew the many rats to her humble abode in the first place.

"Maria dear? How would you like to become my figurative knight in shining armor? To take your place at my side as an eternal bodyguard?"

"I…I would love nothing more than that my Lady, just hearing you call my name is reward enough~"

Hearing that seductive voice dripping with salacious intent was a far cry from the noises that horrid man vocalized before his metamorphosis, greatly pleasing Eleanora further as she watches Maria shakily rise to her knees, gasping every so often no doubt because of the toy lodged between her legs.

But while her physical transformation was complete, Maria needed the appropriate garb to match the current position she was to serve in. And for now, Eleanora needed a partner to bed, not a bodyguard.

And so the final phase began, drawing from the black ball of crushed fiber and metal as it untangles under the brilliant pink glow of the television, coming to life as sheer black tendrils that begin to encircle Maria's voluptuous body, reforming into a skimpy one piece dress with a clear cut exposing the nape of the woman's back and ass as she sighs in excitement at the feeling of her clothes gracing her sensitive body  before something snaps itself tightly around her neck, looking down to view an elegant collar embossed with gold floral deco attached to an elastic leash with pure gold handle, ready to be pulled around like the pet she was.

"I can't wait to hear you squealing in bed Maria dear~"

"N-Neither can I my lady~"

With an semi transparent apron draping down over her boobs and groin along with her hair doing itself up into twin buns held together by strange ornaments with similar gilded patterns to the collar around her neck, Maria's bedwear was now complete, breathing heavily as the glow in the television begins to subside, leaving her eyes burning with the same fire to serve just like her sisters and fellow maids. All she needed was permission, and she would rise to do whatever was asked of her.

"Hold still my dear…I like to do this with new girls…I'm sure you'll find this exciting as well!"

"My lady? What are…oh! Oh dear! My la-ahn! I don't deserve this!"

Struggling to remain still as Eleanora crawls over her, Maria can only bow her head in shame as she feels her mistress's lips grace the region between her left leg before stroking her right tit and finally, her cheeks, living lipstick scrawled over them akin to love bites.

"There we go~ now you're ready to serve…take off your panties and get your sweet ass over to the bed Maria!"

With Eleanora already lying back on the spacious bed, Maria shakily stands while loosening the straps of her lace underwear, letting them slide off her slender legs before joining her mistress on the satin sheets, unable to believe how lucky she was to be the one to join her in bed for the night.

"Take pride Maria…you have a bright future ahead of you…but for now? Just close your eyes, and let me savor every inch of your delectable body~"

"Yes my Lady…I hope you enjoy the meal…"

Weeks would pass since the disappearance of agent Laurence after the people who had employed him received the distress pulse he had sent out before his signal faded entirely. Preparing to send out two who now knew better than to try the stealthy approach.

All while the CEO of FemCorp enjoys a cup of tea by the fireplace, tended to by her new favorite maid Maria, standing silently to the side with her head down and eyes shut in a serene look that made her look like she was sleeping while standing still, arms neatly folded over the voluminous maids dress that hugged her body just enough to show off enough of her killer physique with a hefty bosom waiting to be set free beneath them.

But the peace wouldn't last for long as the wall behind the pair shatters, throwing flaming debris into the room with sparks and suffocating smoke filling the air. Not like that seemed to deter the maid and her mistress with Maria now standing defensively before Eleanora, still sipping away at her tea with a look of mild annoyance on her face at the sight of the two armed soldiers staring them down with guns, barking crudely at them to freeze.

"Nice to see the rats have grown bold…what do you think Maria? Are they worthy?"

Cocking her head with an unamused look on her face, Maria's lips spread into a wry smile upon noticing one of the men's inability to take his eyes off of her, feeling both honored and spiteful at the ignorant fool for not paying more attention to her mistress.

"I think they could serve a nice spot as underlings my Lady…given a little training and some time, I'm confident they will be of great use."

Waving dismissively as she rises to her feet despite the men firing off a warning shot, Eleanora gives her approval to go ahead as Maria bows curtly before turning to face the soldiers, catching a bullet that bounces off her cheek and knocks her head back slightly, shrugging it off as if it was a mosquito bite before lifting the hem of her dress to reveal an array of strange mechanical arms connected to a harness around her hips with a blush on her face as the warm air graces her itching snatch. Maria always went around without underwear if  her mistress ever felt the need to reach under her clothes to finger her for some idle fun so not wearing anything besides her uniform had become a normal thing for her. But judging by the blush she could see on the two men's awestruck faces behind their helmets, it was probably a first for them to see a beauty like herself prostrate her privates to them so boldly as a salacious giggle slips free from her lips, brilliant orange eyes igniting with an eerie pink glow.

But once she was done with them, they too would see the benefits of having their needs tended to at all hours of the day, whether it was between themselves, their fellow sisters or if they were lucky; the mistress herself. Their lives would be one of mindless servitude and bliss as the machine connected to Maria switches on, bathing the men in pink as their weapons fall to the floor…

"Let's see…for being so brave as to dare to attack the Lady in my presence…how would you two like being my personal slaves hm? I'm sure that would be a wonderful position, don't you two think so?"

THE END