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🕑 Added 2022-12-30 00:18:50 +0000 UTCSounds of glass breaking fills the vast warehouse as Nick’s tactical boots step onto them. The dim industrial lights swing in the wind from broken windows as beams from torches occasionally lights up dark spots. Holstering his pistol, Nick approaches a group of officers standing guard around a few handcuffed men shouting profanities and death threats.
“Captain, all gang members are accounted for. We’re not too sure about the women though.” A young officer says to Nick.
Nodding in response, Nick gives the gang leader a smirk as he walks to the group of girls huddling together barely clothed. Trying to keep his eyes from drifting to their massive breasts, he begins to question the girls desperate to know if his squad managed to save all the girls in the sex trafficking raid. Surprisingly, none of them answers him, only looking down to the ground whilst others stare blankly into the distance. Noticing a girl fidgeting at the back, Nick turns his attention and approaches her eager to get a response from her.
However, as Nick nears her, she launches her hand forward tossing a shimmering powder all over him. “I’m sorry… I… can’t… control myself” she girl moans before falling unconscious to the ground. Darting backwards in alarm, Nick quickly brushes the powder off his face and hair before the team medic runs up to inspect him. After a few minutes, the substance is considered to be harmless and the raid concludes, as the girls are driven to a shelter whilst the gang members are escorted to the local police department.
On the way back, Nick begins to feel nauseous and sweaty, “I think I have a cold; can you drop me off at my house?” he says to the officer driving. Entering his apartment block, Nick hobbles into the lift as his vision begins to blur and stomach gurgle. Fumbling for his keys, he finally enters his room and slams the door shut just as his knees buckles and he falls to the ground. “What the fuck is going on…” Nick groans, crawling on the ground and dragging his feet behind him.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots up from his legs causing Nick to scream out in agony. Looking back, he sees his feet and hands cracking inwards becoming smaller as his legs contort and shrink dropping his height. Ripping his clothes off in horror, he watches the changes continue up his leg as his entire body begins to heat up even more. “Shit… am I tripping? The fuck was in the powder…” he groans, as his calves shrinks and thighs begin to expand with fat jiggling with every movement.
Nick begins to panic more as he notices his skin beginning to darken and tan as it smoothens with no blemishes. Blinking a few times in disbelief, he flinches as he strokes his new sensitive skin, just as his hips cracks outwards to child-bearing proportions. Seconds after, pressure begins to build up in his ass as they start to balloon out into a bubble butt matching his thick thighs. Breathing deeply from the recent changes, Nick inspects his lower body to see a sexy womanly ass and thighs enough to make anyone cum in a few seconds.
Before Nick can look again, he falls to the ground from his gurgling stomach as it quickly flattens and becomes toned, leaving a thin layer of fat and hour-glass figure from his thin waist. Nick grimaces in pain as he starts to feel incredibly nauseous again, feeling his thoughts becoming hazy. “Shit… I need… to report this to the police chie--- master…” he moans, as saliva pools in his mouth. Drooling uncontrollably, he feels his lips plump up and widen perfect for sucking dicks, whilst his neck thins and smoothens changing his voice to a more seductive soprano. His hair begins to cascade down to the middle of his back and turn wavy light brown, slightly tickling his sensitive skin. Blinking a few times his irises turn dark brown as his eyes widen taking on a foxy Asian appearance.
Sitting upright, Nick looks at a nearby mirror and shrieks, “Oh fuck… I’m an Asian chick…” clutching his throat hearing his alluring high Asian accent. Hearing his phone ring nearby, Nick crawls to it and answers.
“Nick, are you alright? The girl from before confessed about the powder” a squad mate asks.
“Nnoo---yesss… get hel--- let master know Naomi will be waiting” Nick pants into the speaker with his sexy voice.
“uh… who’s this?” the officer responds
“Ni---Naomi… send office---boys to my room” Nick moans, tears streaming down his face as his memories fade away whilst naked images of men begin to fill his mind. Memories of spending time with his squad are replaced with bouncing on the cocks of every gang member. Nick starts to drool even more as the thought of deep throating dicks comes up, pushing the last remaining existence of Nick into oblivion.
Blinking a few times and wiping her drool from her lips, Naomi begins to squeal with excitement as her areolas start to darken and double in size. “Mhhmmmmm yeeesss” she moans, pinching her nipples and shivering from the new sensations. With her feminine hands, she cups her budding breasts, feeling them push and jiggle in her grasp as they balloon out to C cups glistering in her sweat. “Morrreeeee… master loves them bigger” Naomi giggles, feeling her breasts pulsate and jump up another cup pushing against her small hands. With a sigh of satisfaction, she squeezes her tits together, remembering how all the guys loved to suck on her nipples while pounding her.
The thought of getting her pussy filled causes Naomi’s dick to shoot upwards and unload the last remaining male essence all over the floor. Moaning and rubbing her throbbing cock, she feels it beginning to shrink and invert into her crotch as the fluids spurting out slowly becomes transparent like pussy juice. Digging her feminine hands into her swollen pussy, she screams out in ecstasy as it brushes against her new sensitive clitoris, feeling pussy juice coat her entire hand. Eyes rolling back, she uses her other hand to scoop her balls through her tight slit, feeling them travel up her body becoming ovaries, immediately pumping out estrogen.
“Oh godddd” Naomi moans as she continues to finger herself while a pool of her fluids begins to spread underneath her. After a while, she gathers her senses and with deep breaths, she picks up a nearby phone and dials a number.
“Yes?” a voice answer.
“Ohh master… the police got the decoys… where should we move the next shipment?” Naomi giggles into the phone.
“Good job. I’ll handle it. Where are you so I can reward you?” the voice replies
“Hehe you know… that captain’s apartment” Naomi coos. Tossing the phone away, her crotch begins to burn in anticipation to be filled as she walks to the balcony hoping to catch a sight of her Master as he enters the building. Today might be the day where she can finally bear her master's children.
