This choice: Feigning indifference, you slide one picture towards the Doctor. • Go Back...Chapter #4Feigning indifference, you slide one picture to... by: Mr. George   Hiding the snarl from your smile, you slide one photo back towards the doctor. Telling yourself, it's only while you're in hiding... It's only until the trial... You can tolerate this humiliation to stay alive. Once you've testified, you'll relocate, and end up with a permanent body.
Clearly the agents have had their fun. Limiting the options to the types of women you targetted in your work for the boss.
Feigning indifference, you don't even turn the picture face up.
He looks from you to the picture and back again.
"You're sure?" he asks. A tight nod of the head is all you can manage, your throat feeling impossibly tight. You don't want to lose face in front of the agents. However, you do wish he'd put the picture back down facing upwards. You do want to see your future body.
He holds the nanite-loaded syringe up, and gets you to tilt your head to the side. The needle slides home into your neck. Keeping your reaction to a low hiss, you feel the nanites enter your body a chill burst, that's soon warmed to body temperature. Then warmth flushes through your body as the nanites spread and multiply beneath your skin. The warmth becoming uncomfortable, and an almost burning heat.
The two agents lift the photo, as curious as you, but without losing face they smile broadly as they take it all in.
"You'll be a cutie..." Agent Smith offers.
"It's just a shame that male body mass has to go somewhere." Agent Jones says completing their speech. His hands miming a huge chest swelling, with his hands.
You restrain the urge to spit in their faces, keeping an eye on their name badges. The names and pictures blur, as you feel the nanites pass through your face, altering your eyes. A tickle passes over your nose, and ears, as you feel them take on their new dimensions.
Surely as Agent Smith observed, they'll be cuter now.
Your lips feel positively bloated, compared to a moment ago. But, the crack from your hips snatches your attention elsewhere. Running your hands over hips that are suddenly wider, your arms bump against your budding bust.
Looking down, you think they already look too big.
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Hoping it's just the unfamiliar angle, or the tailoring of your clothes making it look wrong, you watch with horror as Agent Jones' taunt comes to life.
Your bust swells even bigger, a gasp escaping those lush lips, as their sensitivity spikes too. Glad you can't see your nips. Knowing only that they feel a mile wide, and far too feminine.
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Allowing your shoulders to collapse, you tell yourself. This is your choice, you knew this was coming. You accept this. Hoping if you embrace the change, if you take control and accept responsibility it won't feel as if your life is escaping your control. That your life isn't being erased before your eyes.
Taking a slow, deep, calming breath, you give the agents a smile. More for bravado than genuine. It's Agent Jones that unsettles you.
He silently mouths the word 'More'...
You can't help but shake your head 'no', disbelief beyond nightmare. Already your shoulder ache from the girls. Surely, they can't get bigger.
"B..But, they'll be too eye-catching... I'll be too eye-catching..." you answer as you blush.
Agent Smith smirks, "Yeah... but nobody will connect you... with the weasely girl trafficer Joe Kennedy..."
"Will they, toots?" Jones adds, his gaze lingering on your bust as he talks.
As you feel your body start to chill as the nanites work is completed. The disguise is complete.
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You look like a wide-eyed bimbo. All teeth and tits... Nothing like the Joe you saw in the mirror this morning as you shaved and washed.
A deep chuckle from inside your head, suggesting you look good enough to traffic yourself. A joke that really doesn't feel as funny at the moment.
Turning sideways, you check out your profile. You're blessed with a counterbalancing ass to keep you in proportion.
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