Stick to the Mission (TG)

     Agent 37 was one of his agency's best assassins. He had travelled the globe taking out targets of both high and low profile. This newest contract however was one of the toughest Agent 37 had ever seen. His target was a man by the name of Alex Stevenson. He may sound normal to you, and to the world he is. To the world he is a successful CEO, in charge of dozens of different companies that he had bought up over the years. His companies include everything from cars, to crypto, to social media and everything in between. Truly a wide and varied portfolio. But look inside that portfolio and you would see Stevenson's shadier dealings. Corruption and crime ran rampant, under the table deals with governments and politicians, lobbying against bills and laws. Hell, Stevenson even had gangs and drug cartels on his payroll to target opponents and business rivals, or those government officials so stupid they would dare oppose him. Because of these reasons, the Agency put out a hit on Stevenson and sent their best agent to take him out. 

    Agent 37 had scoped out the place for weeks. Stevenson had many homes and villas, so tracking him down to which was no small feat. But finally, Agent 37 had caught him. Stevenson was on his island villa in the Mediterranean. The Villa and its compound sat on much of the island, it'd be difficult to infiltrate. But Agent 37 wasn't just some rookie. With some effort, Agent 37 made it into the villa, sneaking from room to room. He had the layout and had studied it for hours. He knew exactly how to get to areas where Stevenson might be present. The difficulty came from dodging and sneaking past guards and staff. In fact there were so many it took Agent 37 much longer to get into the inner sections of the villa. At long last, Agent 37 had cornered Stevenson. He was in his study, back to the door, and looking over his desk. Quietly and gently opening the door Agent 37 stepped in and raised his silenced pistol. One shot and this would be over. But as soon as Agent 37 took one step, two speaker looking contraptions shot out of the floor and blasted Agent 37 with some sort of sound waves, freezing him in place under tense pain. 

Stevenson turned and sighed, "Really? Another one? When will your agency learn that I'm untouchable? I only let you get this far because I wanted you too" Stevenson walked up to Agent 37 and easily took the gun from the frozen agents trembling hands. "I must say, you got much further than any of the other assassins sent after me. I should commend you for that." Stevenson walked to his desk, placing the pistol on it and sitting down in an armchair. 

"Ah perfect. I know the perfect thing to reward such a skilled assassin with. You see I have been developing a new technology, well I haven't personally, some scientists I kidnapped have but that is beside the point. This technology can supposedly rewrite someone's DNA. Yeah, hard to believe right?" Stevenson took out a drink from underneath his desk as Agent 37 struggled, looking around for any chance of escape. "I think you'll make a good test subject don't you think?" Stevenson knew Agent 37 could not respond and pressed a button on his desk. "Glad to have such a willing participant!" 

Agent 37 stood there, still frozen in place from the booby traps as some sort of dart shot itself into his forehead. The dart injected a cold liquid into Agent 37s bloodstream, his body instantly reacting by sweating. Agent 37's black suit felt tighter and tighter, and he was surprised to see it had somehow morphed into a skintight, leather catsuit.

"Ah yes, some nanobots can easily shape and transform clothes like that. They had been swirling around you since you stepped into my office." Agent 37 still couldn't speak out in return. But could only squirm as he felt the cold liquid course throughout his entire body. But he would quickly find out just what exactly this liquid's purpose was. The first clue was curly red locks of silky hair falling into his vision. Blowing some, or trying to out of his face, the once bald-headed agent, now sprouted womanly, stark red hair, down to his shoulders. His bushy brows transformed, becoming thin and well maintained, his eyes becoming framed by long, perfect and heavy eyelashes. His facial features lost their sharp edges, becoming softer and feminine. Most embarrassingly, Agent 37's lips plumped out, more and more, more and more puffed out into two massive bimbo lips, perfect for sucking on cock and giving sloppy kisses. Agent 37 was shocked at the thought that had just shot through his brain. His eyes trembled a bit all the while Stevenson laughed. 

"Did I forgot to mention this little serum also has mental conditioning?" He showed Agent 37 a little remote where he was typing down things. While he couldn't see the exact details of the text on the little screen, even Agent 37 could realize it was the mental changes that would occur to him. "I can't exactly have the world's best agent keep their skills and mentality now can I?" 

With a now hyper feminine head on top of his manly body, Agent 37 felt the nanobots buzz around his head, willing into two golden hoop earrings on newly pierced ears. Makeup was heavily applied to his eyes, face, and lips, putting even more emphasis onto his massive bimbofied dick sucking lips. Agent 37's neck slimmed, and while he couldn't tell at the moment, his once grisly voice had become soft spoken, angelic sounding, but also with a sultry side, dripping with lust and want. With small cracks, Agent 37 felt his back begin to pop in and out. The room and world around him changed perspective, and 37 realized that he was in fact shrinking. The once towering 6'6 Agent 37 was now much closer to 5'1. His arms were now thin, having lost muscle and mass. Agent 37 watched as his hands shrunk down, finger by finger, digits slendering and nails growing out, the nanobots quickly applying nailpolish to each long, manicured nail. 

"You know I've always preferred my women short" Stevenson stood up and walked up to Agent 37. Stevenson was now towering over the agent by well more than a foot. "I also like my women short and stacked. Think you can do that for me doll?" Stevenson grabbed a hold of Agent 37s face, kissing his plump lips. Agent 37's skin, which had been slick with sweat since the injection, was now silky smooth and creamy. Agent 37s squirms intensified as pangs of pleasure began to grow and grow, centered throughout his entire body. Most embarrassingly, Agent 37 grew a raging boner, well defined in the tight leather catsuit. This caused Stevenson to merely chuckle at 37, hurling taunt after taunt at the defeated agent. Fat began to grow behind enlarged nipples, spiking pleasure and forcing out lewd moans from between 37s lips. But even as they grew tighter and tighter into the leather suit, the new sex mounds refused to stop growing, slowly yet surely unzipping the suit just from their massive size. The bountiful bosom finally stopped growing, now two massive jugs, larger than anything other than a custom-made bra. While his chest had grown exhaustively large, 37s waist had narrowed, stomach losing its muscle and abs to become soft but toned. There was a loud crack, 37 winching in pain as his hips jutted outwards into childbearing proportions. 

"Looking mighty sexy so far, wonder how further these changes will go. I must say I am quite intrigued, aren't you?" Stevenson had walked up to 37, tauntingly rubbing along the agents' thighs and softly sinking his manly hands into 37s soft tit fat. What had happened in Agent 37s chest began to repeat in his ass, fat and flesh rushing to his tight, but flat ass, expanding both cheeks outwards and outwards. Laughing, as if his question had been answered, Stevenson slapped the growing booty, watching it wobble even constricted by the tight leather suit. While nowhere near in size to his massive rack, 37 was sporting a glorious booty, ready to be twerked and spanked. Agent 37 even found himself daydreaming of just that, licking his lips before catching himself. 

37's cock was tight and straining, and now struggling even more as his thighs began to thicken and fatten up. The pressure proved to be too much, Agent 37 crying out in a shrill, lewd moan as his cock emptied into his leather catsuit, a large wet patch of the cum growing around his crotch, the smell wafting around the room, much to Stevenson's enjoyment. But now emptied, Agent 37s cock, once just another tool of the trade, used to seduce men and women alike for the mission was receding back into his body. Slinking back and back, a pair of lips opened in its place, his insides rearranging with a fertile womb and all the indoor plumbing a woman could need. The last changes moved to 37s legs, becoming long and slender, each foot finally fitting perfectly into the high heels that were built in with the leather cat suit. 

Stevenson stood up and clapped. "Marvelous, you look breathtaking darling" Stevenson procured a mirror, allowing Agent 37 to look over his new, sex bomb, bimboish form. 

The machines holding Agent 37 in place retreated back into the floor, the Agent now free to move. But he simply didn't. His head was at war with itself. His decades of agent training and missions were being bombarded with thoughts of cocks, sex, cum, dressing to the nines, makeup, high heels, and most importantly, Alex Stevenson. Agent 37, no, he needed a real name. A name that would be perfect for Alex Stevenson's trophy whore. That's all she was now. Not an Agent. Not a highly skilled assassin. She was just a whore. A talented whore perfect for taking cock and looking pretty. 

"Alex~" she moaned in her sultry voice. "What is my name~? Agent 37 doesn't fit more anymore, does it?" Agent 37 rubbed her body over her man, her life devoted to pleasuring him and following his every whim and command. 

"You are quite right dear. How about I think up a good name for you while you use those fat lips of yours" Alex smiled down at the new woman, cupping her chin. The woman got visibly excited being told to do what she knew best. She quickly sat Alex Stevenson down in his office chair and dropped to her knees. The sound of a belt unbuckled rang through the room and then the sound of kissing and sloppy sucking as Agent 37 eagerly began blowing her boss, man, daddy, whatever. Whatever she called him it didn't matter, just that she could listen to his every command. She eagerly sucked away, bobbing her head up and down along his big shaft for many pleasurable minutes. Forcing her head back Alex smirked down, drool and precum dripping from her lips. With a wink his cock erupted shooting up all over her tits and skintight leather suit, staining it further. 

"Your name will be Candi Sugar. A perfectly slutty name for a bitch like yourself." Alex stood up and wiped his cock clean on Candi's face cheek. She just loved it, and now she had a name all to her own. 

Months passed, and Candi Sugar naturally found herself a regular part of Stevensons life. She spent her days tending to her man, whether that be at parties, at his various villas around the globe, and more recently at work as his secretary. Well secretary in name only. She wasn't really bright enough to do paperwork, so she spent the day sitting pretty, and fucking and sucking not only Stevenson but other employees who needed a boost to get through their day. Candi Sugar instantly became quite popular, and on most days, she spent more time in the supply closet or bathroom stall than at her desk outside Stevenson's office. 

Many more months passed, and the agency that had been tasked to take down Stevenson had gone underground. Men hired by Stevenson had killed many of the agency's assets and agents. This called for a celebration so, Candi Sugar dressed in her finest red lace lingerie, bought just that day using her daddy's credit card. She waited in horny anticipation for her man to come home, rubbing her thighs together and groping her own tits as her pussy became soaked in need and want. When she heard the door to the room open she posed in front of the mirror, making sure her assets were on perfect display to Alex. 

"Alexie~ You're home~" she moaned, as her pussy dripped down her thighs. "Now come over and fuck me! And if we're lucky you can pop a bun in my oven~" Stevenson didn't need another word. He did as his fuck toy asked, taking her and giving her the cock she so desperately needed. Stevenson smirked, knowing that Candi Sugar was just one of now many former agents turned into sluts, all equally eager for his cock and seed. This was the life. He was lucky that so many agents chose to stick to the mission, even as their numbers continued to dwindle into horny, brainless sluts. But no matter how many women joined on as fuck buddies, or secretaries, or maids, Candi Sugar remained his top broad, spending the most time underneath her man, taking his cock and cum like a perfect slut.