Target: Agent Amber Burke

Status: M.I.A.

Objective: Make contact and evacuate.

Observations: Proceed with caution.

He couldn’t help but sigh as he leaned against the handrail. Amber was one of his oldest contacts and acquaintances, close enough to call her an actual friend and even treat each other on a first name basis. And he knew first-hand that she was not one to simply vanish into thin air, always keeping a way to communicate as vague or unorthodox as it could be.

And she had, in her own usual, or rather, unusual ways. Which had brought him here, a mansion by the seaside in one of the southern countries of the old continent. Good food, good climate, an exuberant and long tradition of culture… what was not to love? Plenty of reasons for some nouveau rich to purchase and indulge in a lavish life. And it was just the case.

Bella Innes. Rich heiress, media magnate and science patroness. All-around socialite that thrived around gossip and galas. Potential target to keep tabs on, more so after some… disturbing parts of her file, but to have an agent disappear… It had not been difficult at all to sneak in the mask gala, in fact, a false identity had been enough.

“Easy, maybe too easy…”

However, he shoved those thoughts aside. They were not going to leave any time soon, but he had to focus. He made his drink swirl, eyes fixed in the liquid that glistened under the dim light of dusk.

“What’s her deal? Media and science… mass mind control? Nah, too cliché.  Hypnosis maybe? Not that different from the previous choice. Some subliminal messaging maybe?” His mind tried to squeeze any plan that would make sense, something that could make Amber disappear. But the only thing he had clear was he was running in circles. “Think, Aron, think.”

Music and voices faded to an almost indistinguishable tune, not that different from white noise or static. It allowed him to concentrate and think, although it did leave him completely oblivious from the rest of the world.

“Well, well, well. Nice to see you again.”

Saying that he jumped out of his skin was an understatement to his reaction. Luckily, there was no one around to see. Well, no one with the exception of the woman he had come looking for. He quickly straightened himself up, standing with the usual professional attitude and confidence expected of him.

“Same goes for you.” He nodded. “Rather impolite to disappear without a word, if you ask me.”

Amber leaned backwards against the stone handrail, giving him a confident smile. She looked radiant in her attire. A single piece sleeveless dress that left little to imagination, the form fitting gown making sure enough was revealed. Her athletic body was lean and nimble, as her line of work often required, but he couldn’t feel that there was something… off. He always welcomed the sights of attractive women, but something about her just didn’t quite feel right.

“Feel free to look.” She smirked. “Although, it is rather impolite…”

“O-oh… apologies” he averted his eyes, trying to look elsewhere. “But back to the topic, what happened?”

“Nothing special. I was given an assignment and carried it out.” She explained.

“And cutting all contact was part of it?” He said, almost accusingly. “I came to bring you out of here, thinking something had happened to you. Maybe even the worst...”

“Oh, that’s charming.” Smiled the woman under the mask. “Thank you for coming for me, you saved me some time in captivity, or even an escape attempt. That would have been quite the hassle…”

He had expected many things from her, but mockery was not one of them. It had caught him off-guard enough that he simply kept quiet. How should he react? Should he offer a reaction at all? Maybe they had jumped the gun on this one, and now risked blowing her cover.

“Although, the findings have been… extraordinary, to say the least.” Said the woman under the mask.

“Fine, I’ll bite. What did you find?”

“Bella Innes, she has set up a research installation of her own. Top of the line and cutting-edge technology that can look like miracles.”

“Really now?” He said with his best deadpan tone. “Surprise me.”

“Advanced robotics, the bare minimum being prosthetics that can perfectly mimic real human tissue.” She commented, earning a low whistle from him.

“She’s aiming high, isn’t she? Did you manage to find out what her goal is?” He took another swig from his drink.

“Correct, but she will explain in more detail herself.” She answered. “Mistress does not appreciate external interference.”

Mistress? That caught his attention, more so coming from Amber. He lowered his drink, turning to his supposedly missing peer. An odd choice of words, and one that gave light to a whole new slew of questions.

“Mis-”

He never got to inquire further, as suddenly his world faded to black and his body fell limp to the floor. However, there was an image that embedded itself in his mind, a woman in silver, donning a single piece dress and a fancy mask, before a flash of light caused everything to go dark.

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His ears rang and buzzed, his body felt sore and a notorious headache was taking front and centre as he came around. There were muffled sounds around him, and a bright light that blinded him the moment he opened his eyes. He immediately closed them out of reflex, but slowly the daze dissipated. Slowly opening his eyes, he was met with a less than ideal sight.

“Ah, Mr Might. Finally coming around I see.”

It was a smooth voice, and one that made clear that his cover had been blown to bits. He was cuffed to a simple and clean table, not too different from the ones found in labs, if one overlooked its silver surface and cuffs that is. The room was otherwise sterile and rather spartan in its design, although what elements were definitely caught anyone’s eye.

Where to start? The command console that was nearby maybe? Even though he could not see it directly, plenty of blinking lights were reflected on the goggles the man behind it wore. And there was no shortage of beeps and buzzing sounds coming from it, as it was most likely calibrating the only massive arm the machine had, one that ended in something that looked unsettlingly similar to a cannon’s barrel.

The man behind it was… unique, to put it mildly. A man with plenty of years as the wrinkles on his forehead and lack of hair showed, what little he had being a mess of grey. Dressed in a white lab coat while wearing two dark goggles that concealed his eyes, his hands went from one place to another while he murmured and humming something. However, the eager giggling from time to time was quickly becoming annoying.

And finally, there was the main attraction, a woman sitting in an elegant and cushy armchair, identifiable at a glance. Bella Innes, dressed in her white gown and looking down on him while she gently petted a cat on her arms. It didn’t come as a surprise, at all. However, his eyes immediately went to the figure next to her, refusing to believe what he saw.

“Amber?”

The question rang in his mind, his façade trying to hold up, but as he was, some was bound to slip through the cracks. And the woman in white revelled in it, her lips drawing a wide and cocky smile.

“As you can see, Mr Might, your peer has… found a new calling in life, yes?” She said, glancing to the side.

Amber, or what used to be her, kept deathly silent. A bombshell of a woman, wearing a single piece sleeveless dress. A familiar and attractive sight, and one that was silver from head to toe, as if a bucket of paint had drenched her on it.

“That is… a lot of paint.”

His dazed head worked around the clock. Just how much paint had they used for the looks? Because it was paint… right? A question that had an answer he only dreaded more and more, as her glowing eyes looked down to him with cold indifference. She could have easily passed as some fancy decoration had it not been for that glow… or the dress.

“Alas! For all your fame and prestige, Mr Might, you now stand in the same position she did!” Said loudly Bella, standing up with almost theatrical antics that earned no reaction other than her cat climbing to the seat.

“Oh, please, tell me she’s not…”

“But! I do have my honour and forms to uphold, and as such, I’ll let you know about the plan you tried, and failed, might I add, to foil!”

“Scratch monologue from the bingo card...” He did not say a word aloud, simply trying to look around the room with a modicum of confidence. Her antics and oh-so-tragic backstory might actually give some breathing room.

“You see, I, Bella Innes, had not always harboured such resentment within me. In fact, I was quite the active philanthropist. Science should be for the good and betterment of all! Treat others as you would like to be treated! And such grandiose was commonplace in my life, and I was content to go along with it.”

“Nah, the old geezer won’t be of much use…”

“I was to use my wealth to push forward science, my reach in the media to have the people grow a conscience! And I did my best, as the generous patroness I was… and I am. We achieved magnificent and wonderful advances, enough to have them seem like magic. Under my direction and funding, we would write pages of History filled with prosperity. Truly a golden age!”

“What are these bloody handcuffs made of?”

“But… I was naïve, and younger. One of my colleagues stabbed me in the back, taking all the work and presenting it as her own. I should have been wiser, since people are greedy and vain…” She said, the clacking of her high heels stopping. “…are you listening, Mr Might?”

“Doctor Amaira Sandala, correct? She got quite the renown after her breakthrough with the affordable prosthetics.” He said. “She is also reported missing along with her research.”

“You have done your homework Mr Might.”

“All part of the job.”

“That little b… weasel. She took all, and has long been serving a fitting penance.” She said, smugness oozing in her voice. “But back to the topic at hand. I was left betrayed and with a bleeding heart, having lost it all and with no one willing to vouch for me.”

“One wonders why, Ms Innes… Hm, Amber doesn’t seem willing to help… Maybe the cat in the chair?”

“However, I refused to roll over and be put down! I would return, triumphant and victorious! And after cutting all ties with the previous project, I continued on my own… and a breakthrough was made.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, keep yapping…”

“My dearest former colleague was the first volunteer… and a failure. She does make a fantastic piece of decoration though. But then, your peer came in. A second volunteer, and a flawless result.” She explained. “It was then when a revelation came to me. I had… I have the power to stop such acts. Betrayal, greed and any other hinders will be cleansed away! And replaced with loyalty and dedication to achieve a brighter future!”

“Under your direction, isn’t that right?” He asked, a deadpan voice stopping the monologue in its tracks.

“Well, of course.” Answered Bella, looking positively confused. “Who else but me to usher in the golden age?”

The honesty in her voice sent chills down his spine. The woman was completely off her rocker, and Amber was proof of what she was able to do. He shuddered to think what had happened to the missing doctor, new chills shaking his body. Or it could be that the table was cold. Yeah, that too.

“But that’s enough chatter! You will soon understand that I am correct.” She said, making her way back to the armchair and picking the cat in her arms before sitting. “Viktor!”

“Da?” Answered the old man with a thick accent.

“Of course, he’s from the east…”

“Start the conversion process! Today, Aron Might is taken down for good!”

“As you wish.”

Entering commands on the console, Amber took the spotlight. The silver woman moved with otherworldly grace, each movement, each step she took being mesmerizing and enthralling. In fact, he was so fixated on her that didn’t notice she was by his side until it was too late. And yet, the silver woman remained silent and motionless.

“Viktor? What’s the delay for?”

“There seems to be some problem… Give me a moment…” said the man in lab coat, making the gynoid walk to him. “Let’s see…”

“Don’t make me wait too much…” Warned Bella.

The man hunched over the console, humming as he typed all sorts of commands. He could not see what came in the screens, but all sorts of beeping sounds came from it, sometimes in short intervals and other times in melodies that certainly were not a good omen. However, Aron only had eyes for the silver woman, and a short glance revealed that Bella did too. With each beep, Amber’s expression changed.

Annoyance.

Beep.

Shock.

Beep.

 A perfect poker face.

“Was she able to do that before?” His mind wondered. “So, she could have been cheating at poker…·

Beep.

An arrogant smirk

Beep.

Confusion.

Beep.

A blank stare.

“Viktor?” Asked Bella, her voice dangerously calm and antic-free.

“Da, da. Working on it.” The old man answered as he worked hurriedly, trying to find out what was wrong before it was too late. Although, it was more truthful saying that he punched the commands on the console, occasionally swearing loudly.

Beep.

A light frown.

“Maybe if I override the safety…”

Beep.

A sultry gaze and a flirty smile.

Suddenly, the silver woman stiffened and remained completely still, her seductive expression vanishing and a blank stare. “Warning, security measures disengaged, unit unshackled.” She said with a completely monotonous and robotic voice.

“Bingo!” The old man shouted triumphantly.

However, this success was short-lived, as the moment he turned around to face everything faded to black. With grace and precision, the silver woman spun in place, delivering a brutal kick to the side of the old man’s head, her high-heeled silver foot impacting with a loud crunch. It was a single and fluid motion, almost mesmerizing for the trapped agent, as he saw the old man fly sideways for a single moment, before he crashed on the console, the thing crackling with sparks before dark smoke started coming out of it.

A deathly silence set in, as both Aron and Bella watched the scene, eyes going from the silver woman to… what remained of the old man, now embedded on the console. And the silver woman stood as still as previously, looking at Bella as if she was waiting for her to speak.

“Why…” sighed Bella, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Why the brightest minds turn out to be so goddamned idiotic as a general rule?”

“Orders, Mistress?”

“Yes, yes. Give me a minute, dear.” Sighed Bella, caressing the cat in her arms that looked completely unamused at the room and what had transpired. “We’ll have to dispose of… the former good doctor. But for now…” Bella turned to the trapped agent. “Please dispose of our esteemed guest here.”

“Understood Mistress.” Answered the silver woman.

Her footsteps clacked loudly, the sound of her metallic feet coming closer and closer. It was like hearing the doom clock about to strike midnight for him. Although she was damn good looking, her silvery body displaying her curves fully even under the dress, And the movements of her legs….

“God damnit, focus!”

His rationale was screaming for him to take action, more so as her hand slowly shifted and morphed into a razor-sharp blade. It was like watching water flow and swirl, only it was silvery metal, and it had solidified into a lethal weapon. And it was coming straight for him. The cuffs wouldn’t budge, so he was stuck; the silver woman only had Amber’s looks, making a change of heart very unlikely if not impossible; the old geezer had proved to be of no use, at all; and there was no one else in the room.

“One moment, my dear” said Bella, the silver woman stopping by his side. “Mr. Might, despite our differences, and that you suck among the guests when you had not been invited, I’m a generous woman.”

He remained silent, giving her his best cock sure glare while the woman stood up while caressing the cat.

“You certainly are an individual of notable skill, so I make this offer: join me, and you will help me achieve this new age!”

Silence took over again, as he glared at her. She glared back, arrogant and full of herself, while the silver woman merely waited in silence. There was no source for any other sounds besides them, well, them and the cat that yawned in Bella’s arms, but he could make the ticking of a clock in his mind.

“Well?”

“You expect me to talk?”

“I expect you to obey.” She answered nonchalantly. “Oh well, I’ll drag you to glory whether you want or not. Proceed, darling”

The silver woman walked around the table, stopping at the end of it and next to his feet. He would have tried something to escape, but his rationale was left to the side as the silver woman revealed her body fully. She untied the dress, which slid downwards and to the floor as the woman gave him a flirty smile. He would have loved it if it had been her instead of this silver lookalike of her.

“Do not worry Mr. Might. Mistress will take very good care of you. Take it from your most trusted companion…”

With mockery in her voice, the silver woman leaned forward, giving him a first-row view of her metallic breasts as she caressed them. He also prayed that the bulge on his pants wasn’t too noticeable. However, all that was set aside when two golden lasers shot from her bust.

“E-eh?”

It was… mesmerizing, as the two golden beams of light made contact with the shoes. The fabric slowly disintegrated, creating a small could of ash that obscured the view before it dissipated. And once it did, a metallic foot emerged, a blend of foot and high-heeled shoe with an alluring golden colour. Same deal for both feet, as the golden laser slowly kept moving forward.

The pants followed suit, turning into nothing but a small cloud of matter, as the golden beams slowly crawled upward. And the end result was beautiful, as two long and lean golden legs were revealed, befitting of a top model. In a sense it was similar to those of the silver woman, just with a different metallic sheen. Still, they were a beautiful pair of legs… his legs.

“Wh-wha?”

For the first time he was brought out of his stupor, as the silver woman slowly stood up, the golden rays that came from her tits advancing the more she stood up. The bulge in his pants was rather noticeable, and Amber’s beams were dangerously close. He shot a padding look at her.

“Please tell me it’s all an act. Please, Amber… tell me you have a plan…”

The silver woman’s face was as impassive as before though, although Bella’s giggle could be heard in the room.

“Do not be afraid, Mr. Might. If the reactions of your former colleague are anything to go by, the conversion is far from painful…”

He would have shot a murderous glare at her, but he threw his head back as he panted. The beams had finally reached his crotch, and it felt good. Horribly good. He could feel it throb and harden, and although he hated to admit it, she was right. It felt good… Looking down, visibly flustered and with his face reddened, he watched how the smoke covered everything. Out of sight, out of mind, the saying went, but it was wrong. Oh so very wrong.

In fact, he could feel the bulge becoming smaller and smaller, the size decreasing as it shrunk back into him. He let out a moan, perhaps a bit too loud and passionate, as he became a she, a slit opening in the new golden crotch. Bella giggled loudly, clapping as she threw the cat aside, the feline hissing before scurrying off. And the silver woman remained as cold and distant as before.

The hips widened, becoming part of a curvy figure as the buttocks inflated and became round, gold taking through fully as the beams moved over the torso. The former toned belly shaped and morphed, taking the golden sheen and texture as it developed an hourglass figure to rival that of the silver gynoid. All accompanied by a tone of gasps and moans of pleasure.

“See! I told you, didn’t I?” Gleefully said Bella. “Submit and I’ll make sure you have more!”

“I-it… feels good…”

Submit. It was not the right thing to do, but letting this go… why had not she presented this before the world? Framing the traitor as what she was and herself as the victim? It would have greatly helped her cause, and maybe even garnered her new allies in her quest.

“T-traitor…”

Yes, she had been betrayed. And she could not trust anyone beside herself. Easy to understand, wasn’t it?

The voice took on a higher pitch as another loud moan filled the room. After sculpting the torso into an hourglass figure, the silver woman had reached the chest, the fabric of the clothes ripping and vaporizing as it quickly took on the golden sheen. However, it also became feminine, as two massive breasts inflated like balloons and partially obscured the sight below them.

“Yes! Yes! You are beautiful! You will be as fine as your silver sister!” Celebrated Bella, gleefully rushing over to see everything first hand. “Oh! Let me make it a bit easier!”

From a hidden pocket, she brought out a small remote, the table reacting at her command as both cuffed hands moved above the head of the converting prisoner. The moaning and panting, however, soon stopped, as the beams spread the gold over the face. Sharp and elegant features and full lips were followed by a longer hair, as well as the voice falling silent as the passion and pleasure oozing voice were replaced by a blank expression.

Finally, the silver woman transformed the arms and hands with her beams, leaving Bella with two alluring metal women as she giggled to her heart’s content. With the conversion over, the cuffs set the golden woman free at her command, the two gynoids standing side by side in complete silence. And she would happily ogle their forms, as they were quite the feast for her eyes.

“Yes! Perfect! You two shall be my eyes and ears, and my most trusted servants! my right and left hands! She giggled, gently giving each a playful caress on their cheeks.

Bella basked in her victory. Not only had she taken down Amber Burke, but Aron Might himself! Now a beautiful and alluring golden gynoid waiting to comply with her every command! She had a clear path towards her goal! …mostly. However, the sound or cracking sparks rained on her parade, as the woman scowled at the remains of what had been a console and a brilliant mind.

“Now, listen well darlings. Your next command…”

Bella closed the door behind her. Finally, that lengthy trip was over, and she could return to her humble abode to rest. The house, a luxurious and modern single floor building, sat in an isolated patch of land by the sea, which included its own small inlet. A fitting reward for her efforts, and she knew it was well looked after.

“Welcome back, darling Mistress.”

Loud clacks announced the arrival of Silver Beauty, one of her closest servants. She was as gorgeous as always, with a lovely physique teased by her sundress. She greeted Bella with a warm smile and a playful gaze, looking sideways to fully display her new hairstyle. An old-style haircut, a slightly puffy piece of metal that curled down at her neck. It had some fancy name, but she couldn’t quite remember it. Not that it mattered though.

“Indeed, it’s nice to be back.” Bella smiled, handing the silver woman her purse as she threw the shoes aside. It was much better to walk barefooted at home. The silver woman set the purse aside too, giving her mistress a tender hug.

“Shall we head towards the kitchen? I’ll prepare something for you momentarily.” Said the silvery gynoid. “Or maybe you prefer some refreshments on the terrace?”

However, loud clacks sounded before she could answer, Bella feeling Silver Beauty tense against her as her peer and rival entered the stage. The golden gynoid was a bombshell of a woman, clad in a dark latex corset that had a cat tail she toyed with in her hands. Her hair, or part of her metal head, was moulded so that it mimicked a bob-cut hairstyle, two triangular antennae giving her feline ears and completing her motif.

“Welcome home, meowstress.” She purred, making her way to her.

“Thank you, g-”

She was not able to finish the sentence, as she was taken from Silver and pulled into a passionate hug by her golden servant, her immense breasts threatening to asphyxiate her. Luckily, the silver woman came to her rescue, pulling her off from the golden cat woman.

“Now, now, be careful.” Silver beauty said, latching on to the left side of Bella and glaring at her peer.

“Not meow fault you can’t compare.” Answered the golden woman, glaring back.

Bella held back a giggle, thinking of the history both gynoids had, both with each other and herself. Had it not been for their hairstyles, they could be indistinguishable from each other in public, down to their single-piece dresses, but in the privacy of home, they were like day and night. They had turned out marvellously.

“Now, now girls” She said in a conciliatory tone “no need to fight. Silver, you know she means well. Gold, show a bit of restraint, will you?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Of course, Meowstress.”

“Good, obedient and compliant.” She smiled. “Now let’s go, I really want to relax on the terrace. With lovely company and something to eat.

They followed her lead, making their way to the open terrace, a place to enjoy the sea breeze and good weather. Silver Beauty and Gold Pussy each knew what to do, and they would make sure it was done as demanded. Her goal was still way off in the horizon, but she would get there eventually.