This choice: try to get out and cancel the assigment • Go Back... You explain, “Oh, uh- It isn’t what it looks like. I-” but Jill raises her hand for you to stop.
Your boss is quick to fix his pants and acting nonchalant, greets, “Jill Hickman, I presume?”
She answers dryly, “Holman. You do this on purpose, don’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, she turns to you and orders, “And you, out. Faster we go, the faster I can go home for today.”
You glance to your boss. He shrugs and says, “Good luck out there.” You nod and hurry out as quickly as possible while stuffing your breasts back into your bra.
As the two of you walk up to the main gates, you feel more and more this is beyond your capability and eventually build up the courage to ask, “Hey, uh Jill. Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all. Are there any other candidates that can take up this assignment? I-”
Jill quickly turns to you and answers with grit in her teeth, “Look, I don’t want to be here to babysit hoes either, but I assume you’re read all that paperwork you had to sign through for this job. This is an expensive high stake assignment and you pulling out will end your career today! Regardless how many dicks you think you can suck to get out of this! If you want out, take it up with your boss’s superiors.”
You shrunk back after that. You might be stuck in this longer than you thought. Maybe you’ll get a hold of someone else who can help you after wherever you two are heading to now. Grumbling to yourself, you trudge along with her, eyes down at your tits. Guess you’ll lose these too, but maybe the sooner the better given how behaved you are with these.
Passing the open massive gates, you enter the courtyard. The agency’s main offices and it’s many subsequent faculties operates like an immense bustling campus with other nodes of campuses around it, with the two of you among many workers heading across the wide courtyard towards against the crowd to the east side where the training facilities begin. You can’t help but look Jill over while following from behind. She has a cute brunette shapely secretary look with a sizable ass for someone who knows how to be one. Maybe you’ll have better shot at her once male after the mission.
Jill card swipe you in a three story building side entrance labeled ‘Recon training hall Specialist office’ and after verification with the receptionist, enter an elevator. Jill gets a call while waiting, which snaps your attention to her breasts vibrating where her phone was as Jill fishes out and answers, “What?! I’m busy… Yeah, well I got someone… No. I’m not waiting around just to escort hoes. Don’t waste my time next, you hear.” When the elevator stops, she gestures down the hall where to your surprise a line of young woman in sexualized social attire as you and says, “Well, here’s our stop. Wait with them to get evaluated. See you later maybe.”
You exit and realize to late that she doesn’t follow and call back, “Wait, aren’t you suppose to be my trainer? Who do I go to for my assignment?”
“You’re a hoe, aren’t you? Just use your pretty head again and you’ll work it out”, Jill answers with a wave as the elevator doors closes.
You notice a burly security officer coming down the hall and not wanting to get in trouble, you reluctantly join the line. You didn’t mind being at the end last however as you can ogle at them more and definitely hitting on them if you weren’t in this disguise. All of them were smoking hot curvy babes you’d find at a beach party and dressed in professions stereotypical of ones you find on a porno set, from sexy secretaries, nurses, etc, and yourself being the cheerleader. The time flew by with you imagine yourself with each of them until you were called in. The office small intermediate room cramp with desk, fan, computer, file cabinets, medical devices, another exit in the back where the other women must of went and a chair for you to sit across a rather heavily pregnant yet attractive brunette woman in a short light blue maternity dress and sagging massive tear drop shape breasts framing her massive belly like watermelons on beach ball.
She looks up and greets you warmly with hand extended for a handshake, “Hello, I’m Catherine, I’ll be evaluating you today, Ms…”
“Jack- Uh, I mean... Angela. Please to meet you”, you fumble over your words as you seated and take her hand which she abruptly pulls in to wrap a blood pressure wrap around your arm.
“Is Jackie a pet name? It’s cute. You don’t mind if I call you that, Sweetie?”, Catherine answers, as she pulls a syringe on standby while she waits for the monitor to get the reading. Eyeing your concern look, she giggles causing her taut belly jovially bounce and jiggling her barely contained breasts out of her pink bra visible in her v-cut dress as she leans over towards you, reassuring as best she could, “You’ve finished G.E.L. surgery, no? This is just the enhancer from the debriefing. Now hold still, honey”
Your eyes lit up, mostly hearing this from water cooler chat. “Wait, So these are the fame nano-machines for those super agents high end missions? I’ve heard they can make your skin like steel, heal even internal wounds, give incredible strength for fights and to jump high, among other things. I can’t believe I made clearance for these.” you gush, barely noticing the pinch.
Catherine stares at you for a few seconds, trying to get a read on you before finally busting up laughing, her taut belly jovial bounce nearly sending her boobs flying. “Why yes, they do, Snookums. There’s an agent that’s suppose to get those today but was a no show. We’re also screening the ‘Hoe’s Moles’- or um, if you prefer, ‘undercover honey pot trainees’, Sweetheart.” You feel your face blush in embarrassment, but quickly realize it was more from the serum as the warmth intensifies in your breasts, ass and crotch as to your shock feel their curves shaping out more, making you fluster and tug with your clothing in uncomfortable arousal. Catherine grins cheerfully noticing the effects and continues, “This covers everything an agent undercover as a slut can hope for, near endless stronger libido, fairer skin, hair, and pedicured nails, nicer breadth and overall scent even after lots of sex, improved vitamin retention and shorter naps for night walkers, fuller curves, puffier more vibrant pussy, wider birthing hips, and perkier larger breasts, stimulate fertility and lactation production and taste. Depending on the boosters you get, this can eventually increase busts and curves on command, ovulate on command, faster gestation, add addictive healing or sedative properties to your lactation or cum, penetrable nipples, and even allow for dick implant, and/or pheromones to forcibly arouse others around you, like this”, Catherine concludes with pulling open her v-cut top to show a sizable amount of breasts, blows a kiss to you.
You’re too dumbfounded of this revelation to process what she said last (nor would you believe it as you thought he didn’t have a think for pregnant woman) when by instinctive reflex your hands flew up to your breasts as your nipples and clit instantly become rock hard as if attentively by her command and you yelp, “Hey- What did you-!” in protest before being cut off with a sweet feminine moan slips from your lips as you arch your back from your soaking wet pussy cumming hard. Catherine proceeds to type on her computer, print, and file papers likely relating to you while you try to recompose yourself. Everything clicks together for you of what Jill was saying earlier. You weren’t suppose to be here and she sent you here because she mistaken you for one of these hoes!
Catherine snaps her fingers in front of you, drawing you back to reality. “Hope you enjoyed yourself, but we got another trainee waiting”, and points you towards another hot babe entering where you came from, this one straight up in a bdsm costume. Oh God, what did you get yourself in… Standing up from the wet chair, Catherine hands you the papers she printed now set in a binder and a backpack and instruct, “Here’s your papers, there’s a new card in there, and instruction manual in the bag. There’s a schedule in there with directions to your assigned rooms. Take these and head through that back door. Good luck out there, hun!”, she ends with a wink as she pats you on the ass as you exit the room. You realize you didn't get the chance to ask her to help you change assignments...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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