Transcript Start<br /><br />Giselle welcomed the stranger into her room with a wide smile on her face, itching to get things into gear as the man approached with a hefty buldge in his pants, a sneer on his face as he eyed up the busty callgirl who would be spending the night with him as she got off the bed, making sure to tease him with a shot of her skimpy nightwear with a flutter of her skirt.<br /><br />This was of course, an act. Half actor, half ace inspector; Gary had volunteered himself to undergo an operation utilizing the very latest in the CIA's biochemical research, all to solve a string of cases involving girls ranging from high schoolers to young women vanishing off the streets. One thing that they all had in common however; was a very promiscuous history of working the red light districts for cash.<br /><br />But without any indication of who could've done it besides suspecting one or two notorious individuals in the local gangs, the police were left stumped.<br /><br />Until the CIA stepped in, putting forth a propsal that had the entire force rejecting it outright save for one man; Gary.<br /><br />By the end of their new medical procedure, Gary had been born anew as a beautiful young Asian-American girl that looked like she'd just graduated from college.<br /><br />Undergoing rigorous training to boost his new body's resilience and drug tolerances alongside other lessons of the feminine kind, Giselle was ready to take to the streets, her official alias as a callgirl for one of the more well known brothels in town. And it wasn't hard to get a customer, with the recent kidnappings, not even the hungriest of prostitutes was going to risk their neck, giving Giselle an opportunity to make herself known.<br /><br />It took time to get used to how sensitive her new body was. It was awkward enough walking with almost every single part of her voluptuous form jiggling with each step, but when it came time to do her part on the ground. Not even training could've prepared her for what a man could do. The thrill of being penetrated the first few times catching her off guard and leaving her a shivering mess that couldn't last more than 15 minutes into a session.<br /><br />But now? Giselle had learned to temper her lustful new body, keeping things underwraps and lasting for hours as she trained her body in her spare time when she wasn't busy entertaining her customers. But with each man who came through her door, Giselle was starting to lose faith in the mission as the dissaperances continued uninterrupted, wondering if the CIA had messed up somewhere in the intel department.<br /><br />But that hadn't meant no progress was made in identifying potential leads.<br /><br />Leading to her current predicament; with Giselle playing the coy slut entertaining a man she'd received a heads-up from her supervisor about only minutes before his arrival. Ben; a man on their confirmed hits list that had been seen wondering around or being in contact with the girls that had vanished. Going under many different aliases that covered his tracks...or so he thought.<br /><br />Now they had him.<br /><br />Giselle just needed to keep him 'entertained' for the next 30 minutes, a small strike team readying up just next door in the opposite apartment block.<br /><br />Rummaging in his pocket, Ben passes Giselle a bottle filled with capsules in red and white stripes, probably some variation of cocaine or aphrodisiac or something.<br /><br />"Take em, should make things more fun!"<br /><br />Glancing down at the bottle as she giggled in that ditzy way she had spent hours mastering, Giselle had hopped to avoid drugs before such a critical raid but she had no doubts her body could handle it. After months of taking drugs and constantly raising her resistances, a little aphrodisiac wasn't going to make her cream herself like she had on her first day on the job, palming a pill in her dainty hands as she threw back her head, feeling the little thing slide down her throat.<br /><br />By the time her brain had registered that it was in fact, no ordinary drug, the bottle had slipped from her trembling fingers with Giselle falling back onto the bed, her entire body consumed in a fire that exploded in her belly, soaking her tight cunt wet while lifting the hem of her skirt with a trembling finger, a dexterous set of arms raised to her face as she giggled in an extremely raunchy manner, pink aching nipples atop her squishy tits tenting the sweat stained clothes that had come undone, revealing her bountiful cleavage to the smug man standing before her.<br /><br />"That was like, so amazing daddy! Could you like, fuck me now? Pretty please?"<br /><br />Seemingly possessed, the former detective's mind struggled to return to a functioning state, becoming increasingly harder to do so as she was lifted off the bed by her muscular partner, pumping into her dripping wet slit with ease as she clung to him on auto pilot, moaning and screaming in unrestrained delight as her heart shaped eyes rolled into the back of her head, Giselle's mind destroyed by the unfamiliar drug coursing through her body and the screaming nerves in her vagina as they savoured each thrust of Ben's manhood as it knocked up against her fiery womb repeatedly.<br /> <br /> Soon, Giselle stopped trying to fight as memories of acing law school and training to be a cop are replaced with that of a life spent as a local born prostitute raised by the local gangs. Memories of how to handle a pistol replaced with how to pull off the perfect handjob, lessons in vocal warnings replaced with hands-on demonstrations of the biggest dick that could fill her throat, physical training sessions in boot camp warping into the many men she'd slept with as they tempered everything about her; from her juicy cunt and wobbly tits, into the perfect sex toys.<br /><br />By the time the CIA and the police had arrived, they were greeted with an empty, dishevelled room that reeked of sex, the only thing remaining was a letter scrawled in crude handwriting with a lovemark on it:<br /><br />"Thanks for the gift"<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />A caption story i had a small idea for after coming across this picture. Been enjoying Elden Ring lately so sorry for the low posts.<br /><br />Image by Neibi :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/7381611">www.pixiv.net/en/users/7381611</a>