Transcript Start<br /><br />Elisia had ignored the words of her elders that night after word spread that Remmy, the trainee agent working under her that had vanished a few weeks ago, had been found barely alive in some warehouse downtown. Hearing of the terrible condition she was in, Elisia couldn&#8217;t see reason as she sped off into the night still in her school uniform. Trap or not, she was going to save Remmy.<br /><br />The seasoned spy had to second guess herself as she double checked the coordinates provided to her on her phone before referencing the very obvious whorehouse she found herself looking at with neon-lit signs and the heavy smell of alcohol in the air as she snuck around the back, keeping to the shadows as she snuck up the pipes leading to the window she could remember from the single still image of Remmy lying on the floor in ropes taken from the informant. Gritting her teeth as she snuck glances around the darkened room, slipping in once she was sure the coast was clear.<br /><br />Only for the lights to turn on as she whipped out the loaded pistol in her school bag, armed and ready in nanoseconds as her eyes bore through the intense glare of the neon pink lighting, only to find no one around as she lowered her weapon, gazing at the spot she remembered Remmy lying on in the photo as a thin layer of makeup cakes itself over her face, finding it empty with no signs of human habitation in the room besides the camera and laptop setup on a desk in front of the bed as she holstered the weapon, the faint taste of strawberry on her lips as she began her investigation.<br /><br />But something seemed&#8230;&#8217;off&#8217; to the seasoned fighter, frowning as her head begins to throb with a pounding headache, failing to notice the roots of her ordinary chestnut brown hair begin to take on a platinum blonde hue as her bob cut begins to drape down her rear in a silky curtain with studs piercing her soft earlobes, her wide eyes curling into a foxy stare.<br /><br />By the time she had shook the pain away with light slaps to her face with a manicured hand, her hair had grown long enough to reach down to her shapely butt, the meager mounds having inflated into perfectly squeezable cushions as her trained legs begin to lose definition, eventually looking like she barely exercised as her plump thighs jiggled with each step toward the bed, tight stockings cinching her flesh as she let her shoes slip off her feet. The concentration in her mind long broken.<br /><br />&#8220;God&#8230;it&#8217;s like, getting really warm in here&#8230;need to find Remmy&#8230;&#8221;<br /><br />Not noticing how ditzy her speech was becoming as her ingrained stealth training begins to wane with her unnecessary remarks and throwing the bag onto the bed, Elisia&#8217;s hands unconsciously rise up to her chest, undoing buttons in quick succession as a happy giggle escapes her lips at the sensation of her tits flopping out with their restrains unlocked, the previously pert yet modest assets having grown into a pair of absurdly fake breasts with hardened pink nubs glistening in the light, the straps of her struggling bra giving way as the barely recognizable agent begins to crawl over the soft sheets, entranced with how her gelatinous tits bobbed below her as she undid the straps on her skirt, smiling as they slid down and under her shapely legs, giving them a firm slap as the light in her eyes faded away.<br /><br />If she knew better, then Elisia might&#8217;ve realized how her prim and proper uniform had loosened up into an altered set designed to show off as much of her body as possible even when standing, her ordinary pink panties having shifted into crimson lingerie with naughty floral patterns embossed into the thin fabric, the outlines of a well-used pussy pressing up against the tight underwear as memories of being used in every way imaginable by faceless men begin to subsume the many missions she had undertaken after the gruelling training required of every agent that worked under her father&#8217;s organization, the keepsake pistol that jutted out of her bag now nothing more than a pink plastic dildo she could clearly remember having used for years now. Both her innocence and strength swiped away from under her nose in one fell swoop.<br /><br />Already, Elisia was beginning to forget her very identity as she kneeled on the bed, losing more and more of herself under the ominous pink light as her dulled irises filled over with purple corruption, eager eyes watching through the camera as a half-dressed slut begins to take shape before them. Smiling wickedly as the last vestiges of Elisia the spy faded away under the deluge of lust and debauchery brought on by the awakening of her new identity. Remmy, her family and friends were no longer of any concern.<br /><br />Born and raised under a trashy family, Leena had taken the profession of whoring herself out for easy cash for as long as she could remember. Swapping stories about the men that bedded her with her fellow sisters during the times she spent without a dick filling one of her holes, feeling her innards loosen up at the memory as the final adjustments set in. Instead of sneaking in to rescue her protege, Leena was here to put on a show for her benefactors, treating the camera aimed right at her as her audience as she raised her slender arms above her head, sticking her sculpted fakes out to give the men she knew were on the other end a good show as she swayed her hips hypnotically, thrusting every so often as she shot a wanton stare right into the lens.<br /><br />&#8220;Good evening boys~ Does anyone wanna like, come down and play with pretty lil me? I&#8217;m feeling so lonely in here~&#8221;<br /><br />Running a hand over her soft belly as she cooed the last words, Leena could barely wait for the men she knew were running up to her room by now, licking her lips as her eager walls squeezed around the imaginary cock she couldn&#8217;t wait to feel pounding away at her.<br /><br />Elsewhere in the city, Elisia would fail to report in, the beginning of a string of disappearances as top agents and spies were snatched away. Leaving crime to spike to an all time high as the red light districts saw an explosive boom in popularity. Where they managed to find the amazing harlots that aided in their expansion though, was another mystery altogether&#8230;<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />Just a tiny idea I had after coming across an image online as always&nbsp;<br /><br />Image by Aiue Oka :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/7535540">www.pixiv.net/en/users/7535540</a>