The infiltration went even smoother than she had expected. That wasn’t to say it hadn’t been defended. The facility had a bunch of traps meant just for agents such as her; human-sized vents that would probably lead directly and only into a prison or worse. An undefended skylight and roof access with blatantly obvious alarms that were decoys for hidden sensors. A guard yelling at her apparently half-deaf coworker the code for the back door.

Agent Justice, heroic spy, wasn’t so stupid. All the obvious ways to sneak into her enemy’s facility were blatantly trapped. It was like he’d played a dozen stealth video games and taken notes on the places spies were likely to go. So what was a spy to do to get into this veritable fortress in the mask of a corporate factory?

Walk right through the front door.

Because the thing was, whoever the villain was here, they had a particular set of tastes. Each and every one of their minions was an airheaded bimbo with more sex than smarts in their head. She could tell them the full truth and it would go in one ear and out the other without meeting any resistance.

Agent Justice strode into the facility right through the front door, dressed as herself. Admittedly, unlike the heroes you see in comics and the like, hers garb wasn’t shouting her profession with each nylon fiber or inch of spandex. Instead, she wore a flattering but quite professional business suit, with her short brown hair cropped close to her head. The outfit was more than it seemed, with hidden armor and weapons, and a coating to make it hard to grab onto in a melee (which was the same reason she cut her hair)  - it was hardly a suit of powered armor, but in her experience being underestimated by megalomaniacs was a far more effective defense than two inches of steel.

She walked right up to the desk at the hall. It was manned, like every other post, by an empty headed sexpot. This one was doing her nails and, from the sounds of it, watching pornography on her monitor. She didn’t bother to turn it off or even lower the volume as she noticed, eventually, that Agent Justice was standing there.

“Like, hi there, cutie~” she giggled, leaning over in a way that deliberately displayed her impressive cleavage.

The agent grimaced. Sure, it’d make it an easy job, but she did wonder what kind of man made all of his minions like this. Little was known of the mysterious villain who went by the name “Serenity” - nobody who’d seen what they looked like walked out of the encounter with their mind intact. The idea that it was a man was pure speculation based on the large harem of harlots they’d created.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m here to see your boss… the name is Justine.”

“Aww, don’t have time for a round with me first, Julie? We could do it right here, I’m sure the other girls would love a show~”

Agent Justice waved her off. “I have an appointment, I’m sorry.” she said.

“Oh, they’ll probably want you first, duh. Feel free to come looking for Tami after though, if you’re still up for it~” the bimbo spent entirely too long looking for the right button, and let her through.

Without even having to produce the fake identification she’d prepared, Agent Justice was in.

While there were guards - armed with strange melee weapons that looked rather more phallic than the usual nightstick and wearing skimpy parodies of uniforms - they didn’t bother her as she had the run of the place, taking pictures of the facility. It’s outward factory appearance gave way to almost sci-fi looks as she took a freight elevator to the lower levels, a true underground base. Secret plans, records of who had been taken and what crimes committed, Agent Justice had access to everything and the guards waved her through like a coworker.

She was studying an automated production line when someone actually spoke to her. It was another big breasted bimbo, from the look of her, although this one in a snazzy suit. “Enjoying the tour, sexy?” she asked teasingly.

“I am, thank you.” Agent Justice replied, returning to her work.

“Bet you’re wondering how the boss gets all these bimbos, huh?”

“I admittedly am. He’s an enigma.”

“He?” the bimbo asked. “Well… I know one way.”

There was danger in that tone. Agent Justice reached for her hidden gun, but not fast enough.

“Taking advantage of silly spies’ assumptions~”

The secret agent was launched off the platform by something from the wall. She landed with a grunt on the strange machine’s input belt as iron arms reached down and grabbed her, bringing her spread eagle in the air.

“Serenity, I presume? Well, now that you’ve caught me, I suppose I must-” Agent Justice started, but was interrupted as something from the machine came out and forced itself into her mouth.

“Nope, none of that monologuing!” the villainess giggled. “Be happy! You get to learn why I call myself Serenity, soon~”

With that, Agent Justice was in the machine. The arms holding her spread-eagle remained, along with the one gagging her, but they were joined by new ones. Ending in saws and blades rather than grasping claws, for a half second Agent Justice thought they were planning to rip her apart. But as they went at her, she realized they were doing no such thing - they were instead cutting her suit off her body. She struggled as best she could, but there was only so much she could do if she didn’t want to lose a limb to the machine.

Soon, they’d cut her suit off completely, leaving her in her undergarments. Simple, functional brown panties and their matching bra was all she needed, but the machine seemed to decide she needed less. The wicked saws were replaced with thin scalpels as they gently sliced her remaining clothes off of her, leaving her buck naked and at the machine’s mercy.

As she moved to the next section, a plume of pink smoke was thrown in her face. She tried to hold her breath, expecting poison - but when the mechanical arm that was gagging her pulled out, she wasn’t prepared to close her mouth. She found that the gas didn’t suffocate her. It smelled and tasted… oddly sweet, actually. “Good girl~” A voice echoed from around the chamber, as a small screen with Serenity’s face on it appeared from the top of the machine. “Breath it in~”

“When I get out of here, I’m going to bring you down.” Agent Justice said calmly to her captor.

“I’m sure you will. In one way or another at least.”

Agent Justice felt a strange tingle in her head all of a sudden. Or on it. Or both? It was hard to tell. She couldn’t crane her neck to look around, so for a few moments, she was left in ignorance - until she felt her hair brush against the back of her neck.

She was being transformed. Her hair had grown out, and as a few locks fell in front of her eyes she realized it wasn’t just that, it was getting lighter. “Brown isn’t a very sexy color, now is it?” Serenity giggled, “I think blonde looks better on you~”

Agent Justice’s hair kept growing and growing and growing, already reaching down her back and showing no sign of stopping. As the heroine turned to the screen to give the woman a piece of her mind, it flashed so brightly that the room blurred. By the time she blinked the sparkles out of her eyes, there was already a spiral on the screen.

Agent Justice was trained to recognize the tools of brainwashing and resist them. That was why her brain hadn’t turned to mush already. But she wasn’t strong enough to force her gaze away from the intoxicating light. “I… I won’t break…” she managed to say.

“Aw, the last hero said that too.” Serenity said. “She’s working reception now. I’m sure we could fit you in next to her. Or maybe under her desk.”

The transformation brought on by whatever was in that smoke continued as Agent Justice’s now blonde hair reached her bottom, and more changes began. This time the burning was around her bust and her bottom. She couldn’t look away from the screen, or else she’d have an excellent view of her modest bust ballooning outwards until they were nearly as big as her head. She definitely wouldn’t be seeing the nice bubble butt she’d gained to match them. She could feel both, and to her horror she found she not only wasn’t upset, she was… excited?

“Get… get out of my head…”

“Now, now, Justine… that was the name you gave, right? It was an alias, I’m sure, but it’s your name for now…” Even though Serenity’s image wasn’t on the screen anymore (nothing was but the… pretty colors… spiral… no!) Age- Justine could imagine her smug grin. “That’s no way to respond to my gifts!”

“G-Go fuck y-yourself…” God that sounded good though. Justine was fighting the battle with her own mind and was quickly losing.

“That’s going to be your job, not mine, hun.” Serenity said. “You’ll love it. I’ll make sure of it. But that’s a bit too much lip out of you - why don’t we make you quiet down until you’re done?”

The mechanical arm returned to shove itself into her face, this time coated with a slick fluid. It forced itself between her open lips (had she been… drooling?) and got to work. It didn’t stay inside this time, instead thrusting in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. Justine felt her lips tingle, as they thickened in response to the fluid.

“Nice pair of cocksuckers you got there, Julie~” Serenity complimented.

Julie - that was her name now, she just couldn’t think of anything else - could hardly bring up a rebuttal even if she didn’t have her mouth full. Because she was starting to enjoy it. As her body was corrupted and changed - years of hard work and training fading from her skin, leaving it smooth and unmarked, as her hips widened, her waist narrowed - she was having trouble remembering why this was bad.

It was hard to think at all really. She could feel her brains draining out, fueling her body’s transformation. And she loved it. She wouldn’t need to think, if she could just feel like this all the time. No more worrying about good and evil, just about a good time.

She never consciously realized that her arms had been released from their restraints. The only thing she thought to use them for was to touch herself as she sucked on that delicious phallic tendril…

The woman who was dragged off the production line was unrecognizable from the woman who’d entered it. Gone was the dashing, boyish spy heroine. In her place, was a giggling bimbo nearly indistinguishable from the rest of Serenity’s minions. “Welcome to the family, Julie.” Serenity said, waiting for her once enemy at the end of the line.

“Ehehe, thanks boss~ How do I look?” Julie giggled, doing a little twirl to give Serenity a good view of her body. She’d been suited up shortly before leaving the machine, now in the black and pink bodysuit common to all of Serenity’s combat-minions. It hugged her figure tightly, nearly more revealing than full nudity would have been.

She could hardly remember what she’d been doing before being thrown onto the line. Maybe she’d just asked to join?

“Stunning, like all my minions~” Serenity said, pressing close against Julie. The newly minted bimbo moaned at the touch, especially as Serenity’s hands travelled downwards. “Now, Julie, I have a simple question for you… why do I call myself Serenity?”

“Like, duh,” Julie said. She might not have had many brain cells left, but her knowledge of her Mistress was perfect! “It’s ‘cause you help silly girls like me not think!”

“That’s right.” Serenity said. “I bring people serenity. The kind that can only be achieved without an independent thought cluttering up your pretty little head. That was a very good answer, Julie. We can go to my room tonight, as a reward…” She tugged on a discreet zipper over the woman’s crotch. Of course, she wouldn’t be wearing any lingerie. “Or we can just have some fun here first…”