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Big companies were always at risk of having their privacy breached. Corporate secrets like shady dealings, confidential blueprints and formula, details on employees. All of it was never truly safe from prying eyes no matter the way it was kept. Store it in a vault and anyone could either break in or get the keys and/or password elsewhere. Encrypt it in a server, and some cybersleuth could easily hack their way inside before copying the data over.

One might say smaller groups ran an even greater risk and that was true to an extent…because a certain security systems firm proved to be the exception, seemingly free from such problems while boasting products that were generations ahead of what others could make, a thorn in the sides of their competitors. So it wouldn't be long till a mole would be sent to find out just what made them tick.

Where most companies simply tossed spies out with a hefty million dollar fine and a ticket to jail. This little known powerhouse wasn't as soft hearted as its rivals, using any opportunity available to them for testing experimental off the production line gear…and in this case; a highly sophisticated machine that could split something into its base constituents before reforming them into whatever its user desired…

Mr Allen was once a sophisticated gentleman and master spy even in his late 60's with a roster of successful espionage missions under his belt. Many in the field considered him a 'courtesan', a joke referring to how many of the biggest names in the world constantly looked to him when they needed a job done. Seeing the job put out on the innocuous security firm as an easy cash grab, the gravelly agent had taken it without a second thought.

Once the machine was done with him after being caught off guard in their mainframe however, the triplets standing where Allen once stood bent over a console were more than confused with what they were doing in the middle of some fancy suite with immediate chatter from the left and rightmost gal, each one clad in a mockery of women's office attire so tight the skimpy underwear they wore beneath pressed against the curves and crevices of their juicy young bodies.

By inverting Allen's gender before splitting her into three and dousing the particles in a heavy dosage of IQ dropping radiation, libido pumping chems, and an ingrained loyalty towards the man behind the trigger, the result was 3 ditzy girls in their early 20's who all thought they were Alison despite the separate quirks that set them apart. Leftmost Alison seemed to be inquisitive yet reserved, squeezing her creamy breasts before stopping to nudge at her sister upon sighting the man coming in from behind while Rightmost Alison appeared to be the most affected of the three in terms by the severe loss of brainpower and self control, undoing floral black panties that were already soaking wet while hiking up her skirt at the sight of their 'Boss'.

Whatever remained of Allen seemed to have translated well over to Middle Alison, who was still bent over the console trying to fix something she felt was a mistake, struggling to read words she could no longer remember the meaning of while slipping on buttons with long manicured nails, unknowingly giving the man behind her a show with her firm bubble butt bouncing to the rhythm of her popped collar sending perky D cup tits flopping about, fat pink nipples peering through the whites of her blouse.

But just like her other selves, Middle Alison was instantly put into a hypnotic trance once her eyes land on the tall gaunt figure of the man that had transformed…no…hired her…officially she was a computer engineer, as were her sisters, but they all knew they didn't have the brains for that. So instead of fixing complicated stuff involving wires, electronics and code, the Alison sisters 'fixed' the men of the office whenever the time came for their services. After all, they knew what made the male body tick better than they did a computer…not a single trace of the veteran spy was left in the 3 pairs of vapid blue pearls eyeing up their stud, lust burning strong in their empty little heads.

As the last thoughts of resistance flicker and dim within the collective minds of Alison, the chosen girl braces herself against the cool metal surface with both hands while making sure the nape of her lovely neck was left exposed, standing on the tips of her heels before freezing in place; A succulent gift eagerly awaiting the touch of her man to undo the wrapping before getting at her soft and warm insides, gazing right into his eyes with a wanton look slapped on her gorgeous face.

With the product a proven success, all that remained was a little tweaking to ensure the results were more streamlined. Once that was done, then maybe a side venture and eventual market in the underworld would be a reality. But a victory was still a victory, and the lucky man would certainly enjoy his three newest hires to the fullest, laying his hands on Middle Alison’s handlebar hips much to her delight and the coy disappointment of the others as they begin to jostle and push, eager for a cut of the action.

“Patience girls…there's enough of me to go around for everyone…”

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