“There is the lab with the transformation chamber you were born in,” we looked in at the chamber once again filled with fluid.  She walked me in, so I could get a better look.

“I’m not sure if I like being on this side of the glass better, or the other side,” I admitted.

“Wh…  Wha…  What did you say?” Diane asked very confused.

“I’m here to tell you, floating around in there is wonderful.  It was almost hard to care, what was being done to me,” I told her.

“You really liked it in there?” she asked incredulously.

“About the only thing missing is the sound of a heartbeat,” I told her.

“Now you have me really confused,” Diane told me annoyed at my vagueness.

“Think about it, warm, wet, weightless, with and umbilical cord…” I prompted.

“We’ll do it.  Maybe it will make our subjects more relaxed through the process and even help in what is to come for them,” she said excitedly, “Damn I wish we could have had you from the get go.”

“I’m just trying to earn my keep, darling,” I told her.

“As far as I’m concerned you already did that, the rest is gravy.”

“You might have the sides of the tank tinted fairly dark too, so just enough light goes through to provide a sense of reference but only have a small ‘interview’ area where you can interact with the patient,” I suggested.

“Well we made the tank clear so we could observe from any angle, so I don’t think I like the last suggestion,” she determined.

I smiled, “That would be a good point for Dr. Frankenstein, but this is the twenty first century.  Install cameras situated all around inside the tank, with zoom, infrared, UV, and everything.  Just consider the psychological impact on the transformee making it more womb-like,” I reasonably pointed out.

“Good point.  We could always install a tinted panel that could be removed, if need be.  Shit, I wish we could have had this in place for Sophie.”  She was all excited again, “I knew you were worth your weight in gold.”

“That’s not saying quite as much now, as it was a while back, but I’ll take it,” I chided her.  “So what’s next on the tour?”

She kneeled down in front of me so she could look me in the eye, “I have to prepare you for what you will see next.  Remember number one, that we have a two-fold purpose here.  The CIA wants us to help them with spies and terrorists.  The justice department wants us to help with witness relocation.  Sophie was in charge of the spies and terrorists.  She had to ‘break’ them and get them to reveal, every secret they had.  So steel yourself before we tour through the detention area.”

“Sophie was in charge,” I said, “Are you sure I’m not too young to see this?”

“I think I’m too young to see it too,” she confessed.

We entered an area that was pink.  Pink walls, pink carpet, pink lights, I mean pink!  As we strolled down the corridor, there were rooms off of both sides of the aisle with large thick Plexiglas windows on each one.  Inside each room, was a girl even smaller than Sophie was, and with bigger boobs, than either of us have.  Every girl was either finger banging her self or unconscious due to too much orgasmic pleasure.  Most of them were covered head to toe in their own cum.

“I take it these were all male spies at one time?” I asked.

“Almost all of them, two were women,” she told me.

“So, are women tiny men, with gigantic penises?” I assumed.

“Nope, tiny girls with over-powering libido’s,” was her answer.

“Oh, now that’s not fair,” I complained.

“You should know the reason by now.  Female orgasms are more powerful, and females feel inherently more vulnerable than males.  So leaving them girls, but super-tiny, super-nymphomaniac girls, leaves them more vulnerable to interrogation,” she informed me, “Unfortunately the interrogator has been retired to nympho status herself.”

“So you want me to take over for Sophie,” I assumed.

“No, I want you to take over my end of things, basically you are good cop, I am bad cop,” she informed me.

“Can you be bad cop?” I wasn’t sure.

“Didn’t you see me practicing in Las Vegas?” she informed me.

“Sophie was better I’ll bet.  One scary bitch,” I claimed.

“You got that straight.  Just walking into their rooms she had them loosing their bowel control,” she admitted.

“You realize that at noon we are going to be adding to the crew, someone who might be able to help us out with our debriefings.  Maybe we can be good cop and better cop,” I suggested.

“Maybe, of course I’m not such a bad, bad cop.  Check this out,” she opened the door to the closest room, “Finger banging your pitiful little gash, hey mister super spy?  Just laying there covered in your own pussy juice, how pathetic.  I got a Doberman right outside who has got a huge boner he wants to share, should I let him in to hump you, you little pussy?  Dog sperm wiggling around inside your uterus and dripping out of that gooey cunt, and then maybe he’ll want to fuck your ass.  If he’s still up for it I’ll have you held down while he fucks your face and fills your little mouth with wiggle slimy gooey sperm.”

The feminized, micro-sized, nympho-ized, super-spy started crying and shit herself.

“It is so nice of you to provide something for my puppy to eat before he fucks you.  I’ll bet with the ovaries I provided you, you’ll have a whole litter of puppies each with pretty, little faces just like yours.  Each of them wanting to bite your boobs to suckle milk from you and each one will expect you to keep their butts clean with your tongue.”

The poor little thing was just frantic.  She tried to block her pussy with her gigantic breasts, “Noooo, noooo, please I…  I…  I can’t please, please,” the tiny high-pitched voice was getting even higher as she begged.

“Would you rather act like a lesbian bitch and tongue fuck a pretty girl instead?” she offered.

“Oh, yes make me a lesbian bitch, make me tongue fuck a pretty girl until she cums all over my head, please can I, please?” she begged.

“Well I’ll send one in, you’ll have to convince her to let you tongue fuck her, you wait right here, and don’t play with your pussy until I send her in.  If I see you, I won’t let her visit you,” she walked out.

“Ooh, you are mean,” I told her.

“I give her about ten minutes max before she starts back up finger fucking her self,” she said.  “If you went in and offered your pussy to her, in eight minutes, she’d give you her mothers home number and address.”

“Now with your special chemistry, after a week without you, she would tell you launch codes, who she went to the prom with, when she lost her virginity, and if she ever gave another man a blowjob.  If you asked her to give a Doberman a blowjob she would, just for another taste of your cunt,” she informed me.

“The downside to that is, you have another person addicted to my pussy, and sooner or later I won’t be able to produce enough vaginal lubrication for everyone.  Then people start dying, I won’t do that,” I warned her.

“I would rather be bad cop, if it came down to that.  At least if they eat your pussy they won’t die without more.”  I was determined that only those who could be accepted into our family were going to be addicted to my cunt and that is final.  “You come up with an antidote, and we’ll talk, until then no way.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, I told my superiors you would.  They insisted I ask, but have no fear, no one expected you to accept that.  The alternative you will like a lot better.  We go over to the room across the hall snag another nymphomaniac, and offer one to the other.”

“We sort of trade, visitation privileges?  That will work.”

“Are you willing to give it a try?  I’ll go terrorize another one.  You try and squeeze some info about what the Russian mafia is up to in Las Vegas from that one in there.  If she gives you something, don’t worry you won’t have to remember it, they are all under 24 hr. video surveillance.  When you are done, come out and I’ll go in, then you see what the one across the hall can tell you about a weapons cache in San Diego, got it?” she put the tasks to me fairly quickly, we knew that the girls couldn’t last long.

I entered to see the tormented little beauty fighting off diddling herself.  She had her little legs over the top of her breasts, while her breasts were tightly being pinned against her hot little snatch.  She had a hold of her ankles, holding her legs down and trembling all over.  Perspiration was running down her little face.

“Oh, you poor little darling.  SHE sent me in and told me I have to keep an eye on you, I promise if you can tell me anything, about the what the Russian mafia is up to in Las Vegas, I won’t let her send in the doggy.  I’ll bring you the cutest, horniest little girl you ever met in your life.  She will do things to your hot body that you can,” I shuddered here, “only imagine.”  I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as though remembering a very hot sexual encounter.

“Ah,” she was rocking back and forth on the floor, obviously reaching overload, “they plan a armed hit on the Circus-Circus vault on… ah what day is this?”

I told her it was Monday.

“Sunday evening, ten fifteen.  Did I do well huh?  Can she come play, please, please?  I’ll, I’ll lick your bottom for you, anything just please let me cum,” the little super-spy begged.

“Oh, thank you cutie, now I can keep the bad lady from doing something nasty.  I’ll go get you a girl friend.  Quick, while she’s not looking, go ahead and give yourself a quick diddle, so you can hold out until I get back,” I told her in a conspiratorial whisper.

She gratefully complied, and came all over her breasts.  She could hold out now until I returned with the other spy, “Tha…  Tha…  Thank you, you are really nice.”

I met Diane in the hallway she updated me, “Pretty much same as the other one except with travel plans.

I went in and the little girl in here was huddled in a corner, with her hands covering her crotch.  “Oh, poor thing.  I think I can keep her from coming back with the big, mean, attack Doberman, and I might even be able to find you a beautiful horny girlfriend, if you can tell me anything about the bad weapons, in San Diego.  If you don’t tell me I won’t be able to keep her from doing unspeakable things to your tender hot body after you finish blowing the Doberman.”

“Weapons are…” she trembled all over, “weapons are one hundred feet northwest, down slope from big cross, high on hill.  Can you save me from Doberman now?  I can meet pretty lesbian girl?”

“Oh I’m so glad.  SHE won’t be back for you now.  Give me your hand.  Can you stand up?” I asked her and she stood up on her tiptoes, as I have to without my high heel shoes.  I helped her across the hall and when the first spy saw her, he started crying like a baby.  So did the one I brought with me.  I brought them together and they wrapped their arms around each other and cried a while.  Almost a full thirty seconds, then the sensations of their breasts rubbing together, and all the vaginal juices drenched over them.  They were sliding and squirming all over the floor giggling like little girls and pleasuring each other with tongues and hands and nipples.  Ten minutes later they were both unconscious from orgasmic overload.

Diane had Bert carry the second spy back to her original room.

“A couple more visits, and they see you, and anything they can babble about, that might have you put them back together, is yours,” Diane congratulated me.

“I’m not sure I can do this to them for long.  I can’t stand to see the pain in their eyes, the unmitigated terror, over what we made them.  It’s… too close,” I grabbed onto her.

“I understand dearest, even play-acting is just against your nature.  You just are not able to cause pain, even remotely.  Just know today, you solved a major crime, in which they would have killed a lot of innocent people.  You potentially saved thousands of lives in San Diego.  I’m not trying to convince you to continue doing this, understand that please.  I just want you to be able to live with what we did here today.  Oh, and one more stop on the tour,” she took my hand and led me farther down the corridor to the room on the end.

“This is one I’m kind of proud of.  Meet Osama Bin Laden,” she swept her hand as she said this.

There before me was a total freak.  She was about eighteen inches tall, arms four inches long, legs in a permanent splits, four and a half inches long, a cluster of three clits in her vagina just spewing cunt juice like a little river.  Breasts the size of beach balls, nipples five inches long on hub cap size areolas, milk dribbling out of both, huge distended lips wrapped around an enormous motorized realistic dildo, ramming in and out of her mouth contacting both clits at the corners of her mouth on each down stroke.

Diane explained, “That giant dick is feeding her right now, it spurts a mixture of sperm and pork baby food into her mouth, the only thing her body can process, the only thing she craves.  Feeding time is done, so now, the milking apparatus attaches itself to her nipples and viola, Osama moo cow, now watch this, I used your idea,” she smiled sadistically as the huge dick came from her mouth with a pop.  Next, on screens covering her entire field of vision, you guessed it, 24 hours of Barney the Dinosaur.  “We figure she will live another fifty or sixty years, just like this.”

I could hear muffled screaming coming from the cell and shuddered.

“Oh don’t worry every once in a while we have a huge mechanical realistic dildo that comes out and fucks the hell out of her hot womanly pussy, she will yearn for that dick to fuck her, for the rest of her days, she will eat only sperm and pork, be milked four times a day, and her mind will go to complete mush from Barney.  Those arms and legs are worthless she can barely touch her tit, let alone move.  The rest of her days will be spent as a totally wanton, sperm and pork eating, slut.”

“That is truly a horrible fate.  It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.  Let’s leave her to her own ‘devices’,” I took her hand, “We have a luncheon date.”

I peeked in on the first girls on my way by.  They were both lying in their cells with smiles on their unconscious faces.  As we passed through the tank room, I noted workers installing tinted panels, and someone was working on the audio systems, “Damn Diane, you don’t let any moss grow on you.”

“I wanted it ready for this afternoon, just in case,” she sounded excited to get to work on another ‘volunteer’.  Of course, this just might be her first ‘voluntary volunteer’.

The little shit I am, I blew a kiss to the guards as we passed by.  One of them actually waved back.

“Cock tease,” Diane called me, “and stop wiggling your ass at him.”

“I have to admit it’s a lot funnier, from a girl’s perspective, do all guys look like that when you turn, it on?” I was amazed how transfixed the guards had been.

“De Anne, you seem to keep forgetting.  You are pumping out more pheromones that a Miss USA locker room.  You walk to within a foot of those poor guards, shit I’m amazed they didn’t start fucking each other,” she swatted my butt.

“If you aren’t careful I might ravish you right here,” I threatened.

“No time for that,” she said regretfully, “Kellie,” she yelled.

Kellie popped up from almost right in front of us.  Fully dressed, and looking delicious.

I told her, “Damn Kellie, we have an appointment, will you get ready?”

She tweaked my nose, “Let’s go beautiful.”

We took off toward the main entrance, and left our building, going out to the ‘interview’ building in a non-high-security area.

Before going in, I stopped Diane, “Hold up…  Kellie you go ahead and we will join you in five minutes.”

“Okay, she’s gone, what do you want to talk about?” she sounded a bit impatient.

“I just thought the hot New Mexico, afternoon sun was just beautiful today, see how the heat makes the air all wavy along the horizon?” I babbled.

“Give twerp!” she was getting steamed.

“She hasn’t seen him in over a month.  If you were Kellie, and I was, Frank…” sometimes she could be a little thick.

“Come here you,” she picked me up and hugged me with my head over her shoulder.  When she put me back down, she had tears in her eyes.

“We can go in now,” then I took her hand, and lead her into the building.

Kellie and Frank were standing in each other’s arms across the table.  Frank wasn’t a large man by any means.  He was barely taller than Kellie was.  He was balding with light brown hair.  He weighed about one hundred and sixty pounds.  He had on a pinstripe business suit with a white shirt and red tie, loosened around his neck.

“Is that her?” Frank asked Kellie.

“Do you have to ask?  How many other full-grown women are forty-six inches tall, with 30 M cup hooters.  Close your jaw dear, you’re drooling,” she teased him.

“Please sit down,” I offered in my chipmunk voice.

Everyone found a seat.  Nonverbally I indicated that we sit, Kelly, Frank, De Anne, and then Diane.  With me next to Frank, our proposition might have a better chance.  That is if he could keep from raping me.  He was sporting a tremendous woody.  At least, he probably felt it was.

Diane was to be the spoke’s person, so she started, “Frank I apologize that we could not tell you more about why we asked you here.  The facility you are visiting is one of the highest security sites in the world.  I caution you, that anything you hear today, is not to be discussed, and if you can manage it, even thought about, outside this compound.  Were you to do so, shortly thereafter, you would most likely view your internal organs explode from your body, a full minute before you could hear the report of the rifle.  Do you understand this?”

All the blood had drained from Franks face.  I placed my little hand in the middle of his back and the other on his right arm to steady him.  It must have worked his color came back, in fact now he seemed quite flushed.  I removed my hands.

Kellie leaned close to him and whispered, “Pretty hot huh?”

He quickly nodded his head answering both questions at once.

“Now, on to apology number two, due to an unpremeditated mishap, your wife is, unfortunately going to have to spend the rest of her life, with us.  She will only be able to go where De Anne goes.  Luckily that cute little twerp sitting next to you is just so damn lovable, it’s hard to be angry about it.  Just look at her.”

Frank took his eyes from Diane to look at me.  I gave him my cutest little sweetie smile and batted my eyes.  He gulped hard and quickly looked at Kellie, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“We are here due to my mistake, I want to try to fix this, but it will require a huge sacrifice from you.  This all came about when I discovered my husband was being, executed for my murder.  I was unaware this had happened, due to a superior’s actions trying to keep me from knowing this.  When I tried to save him, she used her position to influence the way I would be able to save him.  She then tried to turn him into an absolute freak, in order to finish the job she had started.  I caught her.  She will never hurt another, ever again.  Lucky for her, my husband is the most loving and forgiving person I have ever known.  He would not allow me to exterminate her.  She is alive, well, and flourishing.  She is even, one day, to become a loving member of our little family.”

“I am telling you this to explain why I did what I did.  I hadn’t intended to destroy your marriage.  I am offering to give you more than you had, sort of.  If you refuse you will be free to leave, but you will most probably never see your wife again,” she couldn’t go on.  She stood up and walked into the back room saying, “Give me a moment.”

I stood up to go to her but as I walked by Kellie she snagged me, giving me a big hug and kiss on the mouth, then said, “She’ll be all right go paste that lovely butt back on your chair.”

Franks eyes went wide, “Uh, Kellie is what she said all true?”

“Oh my, yes Frank.  I cannot leave De Anne for more than a couple days, even if I wanted to,” she admitted.

“Do you still love me?” he asked uncertainly.

“Oh Frank, how can you ask that?  Of course I do!”

“But, you won’t leave her to be with me?” he whined.

“You weren’t listening very well, were you?  If I leave her, I die.  It can’t be said any simpler,” she was almost yelling.

“Kellie, go easy on him.  This is not his fault.  These are hard things, and they are going to get harder.  Put yourself in his place.  You know what is coming, how would you react?  What would you be feeling?” I admonished her.

“Damn,” Frank said, “I really wanted to not like you.  I just can’t do it, and I don’t know why.”

Kellie threw her arms around Franks neck and hugged him, “You just might catch on after all.”

Diane returned, “Sorry, this is hard for me, but it’s harder for you.  I know you don’t understand it all yet, so I’ll get on with it.  You might want to stay here, figuring that with a job, you could live here and Kellie could split her time between you two.  We all considered it.  You would last maybe a year, and then your relationship would self-destruct.  You may try to argue the point but you probably know even better than we do that it will happen.”

He actually nodded his head here.

“If you were allowed to live with us, you might last six months, by which time your self esteem would be shot, and physically you would be a wreck.  You will just have to trust us on that, I think.”

“That covers the obvious ways for you two to stay together.  I think I will let my husband finish the proposal,” she concluded.

“We really want you two to be able to stay together, I for one would be very hurt if I am the reason your marriage is destroyed,” I paused to let his mind catch up, “The only viable solution we could come up with is that you join us.”

“Husband…” he stammered, “You mean you have a… a… dick?”

“Nope.”

“You were, surgically, sexually reassigned?

“Nope!”

“How…  What…  Why…” he wanted to bring his head around, but to his knowledge it was just not possible.

Diane brought it home, “I am the worlds foremost genetic engineer.  What your mind is having a hard time grasping is that he was genetically re-engineered.  Hell, he’s now even more woman, than I am.  De Anne has periods, she can get pregnant and there isn’t a physician on the planet that would tell you she hadn’t been born that way.”

“That is if he could keep from eating that sweet, sweet pussy long enough to complete the exam.  Those are real female breasts, so much so she is lactating as we speak.”

I interjected, “Want to see?”

“Knock it off you’ll have him ejaculating in his Jockeys,” Diane scolded me

“Too late,” Kellie informed us, “De Anne maybe you better sit a little farther away, Hell I’m creaming my panties and you’re on the other side of him.”

“If I have to, he smells nice though,” I said as I moved three chairs away.

Kellie leaned close to Frank, “Was it good for you too?” she teased.

“I don’t suppose you have a spare pair of underwear handy,” Frank asked.

“Oh, sure I’ll get them,” Diane gave me a quizzical look.  I winked back.  I sprinted back to our rooms.  (Yes, even in those super high heels).  Then I sprinted back.  I handed him a brown paper sack and Kellie escorted him to the bathroom.

When they were out of the room Diane asked, “Did you get a pair from the guards?”

“Nope, they’re yours,” I confessed, “You know those pretty, frilly, teal, French cut ones?”

“Oh you are a bad, bad, girl,” she giggled.

When Frank returned we all pretended we didn’t notice he had a hell of a boner.  Kellie held up the bag, so he didn’t see, and winked at me.  He was wearing the panties.

“So when you said join you, what exactly did you mean?” Frank looked uncomfortable.

Diane asked, “How do like those panties?”

He cleared his throat, “Ah, very nice.”

“Well exactly what we mean is you would get to wear panties, all the time, and they would actually fit you,” Diane finished, “And bras, pantyhose, slips, and Baby Dolls all pretty and silky.”

She had him panting like a dog.

“To top it all off, nearly continuous lesbian sex, with seven incredibly beautiful babes, me included, tell me you don’t want to know what these taste like,” I hefted both of my huge hooters as though offering them to him.

“Oh Frank, you have to taste them to believe them.  They’re unbelievable.  De Anne can he just taste one?  Just a little bit?” she begged.

I looked over to Diane.  She shook her head.

“Sorry Kellie, if he tastes it, he looses his choice as to whether this is what he wants or not.  You don’t want to force him to do this do you?” I felt bad having to put the question to her.

“Yes, sort of…  No, I don’t really, oh…  I…” she just started crying, and I really wanted to go to her, but Frank needed to comfort her more.

“It’s all right Kellie.  I understand how confused you must be,” Frank held her.

All I could do is, sit in my chair and cry.  Diane started to come over to me but I waved her off.

When Frank finally let her go he noticed my face, “You really love her too don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak I just nodded.

Kellie dragged him with her so she could console me, Frank moved to help her, but Diane wisely stopped him.

He pulled away from her and said, “I’ve made my decision, I don’t want to be without Kellie, and if I can be with people that love her this much, so be it.  Just promise me I’ll be at least half as beautiful as your husband is.  You know, on the outside?  I realize I have the responsibility for the inside.”

I smiled up at him and Kellie hugged us both saying, “Can he taste you now?”

I giggled, “Well Diane?”

“He might as well.  He’ll be doing it a hell of a lot, in a couple days anyway,” she shrugged and joined the hug.

Kellie used her finger and snagged a tear, offering it to Frank.  He didn’t look too certain, he’d tasted tears before, but when he opened his mouth, she touched his tongue with it.  He looked like she just used a nine-volt battery on his tongue.

“Wow!  If I didn’t just see you take that tear from her face, I would never have believed it was a human tear.  That was incredible.  Can I have another one?” Kellie snagged one from the other side and gave it to him, “If you bottled this, Coke, and Pepsi would be out of business.”

I laughed at him, “Along with most of the heroine dealers.  Diane tells me I’m more addictive than heroine.”

Kellie popped in with, “Her kisses are so sweet too.”

She latched onto me.

“Kellie noooo,” Diane squealed.

She was too late.  I was orgasming like crazy.  Kellie reached into my panties wetted her finger and stuck it in Franks mouth before he could object.

“Shit, she’s not real is she?” Frank was still sucking on Kellies finger.

“Kellie, now you are going to have to carry her back, covered in cum, you’ll never get more than two steps inside the place before your mobbed,” Diane laughed at her.

Frank just turned and looked at her in disbelief.  It turned out she was wrong.  Kellie made it ten steps inside the door.

See Pt 10