Corporeal Morpher (Patreon)

As Agent Michael Reynolds emerged from the Corporeal Morpher, he was still very confused by his new look. The tailored black skirt that was well fitted, accented his feminine curves. It was realy humilating clothes for Michael to dress up like this. But he was professional FBI agent, his standard was always to be ready for undercover operations, but he still can't believe that now he become real women.

Michael looked down at his breasts, which were on full display, nipples just barely concealed within the vulgar leopard top with a very open neckline. He was wearing very attractive white high-heeled boots, and as soon as his boobs moved in them, he just realized how humiliated and dressed up slut he look right now.

"Agent Michael Reynolds," said the voice of his assistant. "You are requested to report to Mr. Lee's office immediately."

Michael, with great difficulty, barely balancing on high heels and feeling his tits and hips swaying, slowly reached the elevator, noticing the strange looks of his colleagues, who seemed not to expect to see a girl in such a depraved outfit here. Michael even had to show his pass because the guards didn’t believe him, although everyone saw him leaving the transformation office earlier today.

He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. As the doors closed, he could hear some whispering among his female coworkers.

"Did you see her? I mean, did you see the boobs?"

Michelle Reynolds, now becoming Michelle Rodriguez for undercover operation, tried to focus on the elevator doors opening and trying to hide his embarrassment when the men all turned to stare at her. He really wished that they would stop staring at his boobs so much, it was really embarrassing and humiliating for his.

He stepped into the Mr. Lee's office to see how the boss looked at him as if he had not expected to see this new person in front of him.

Lee was sitting behind the desk with two other people standing beside him. One was a woman with red hair and a large bust. She wore a red blouse that emphasized her cleavage and gave a glimpse of her round butt under a short skirt. The other man was a tall blond guy with piercing blue eyes. Both were dressed in suits and their ties were loose around their necks.

"Oh my gosh!" Lee said. "Here's your bitch! We were waiting for you, Miss what's your name there?"

"M...Michelle." Michael said, feeling frightened by the unexpectedly developing situation and almost saying his real male name, but stopped in time, realizing that his cover had been blown.

"Michelle." Lee nodded, and his two colleagues also smiled. "I guess I need to tell you what's going on."

"I'm here for an undercover operation." Michael said firmly.

"What?! Ahahaha. No!" Lee laughed loudly, discouraging Michael with this answer, who did not understand such a reaction, because he was really here for an undercover operation. Michael did not yet know that because of the device, reality had changed and while he was going up in the elevator, he now became Michelle for everyone. "This is a very funny joke from a whore out on bail for my friends."

"But I'm..."

A woman with red hair intervened in the conversation "Sweetie, just shut up... thanks Mr. Lee, I think we should go. You don't have to talk to this stupid whore. We are leaving, thank you again for your cooperation"

Michael could not believe that his boss had just said such words. He didn't want to give up on the assignment, he didn't want to fail at the first attempt, but the reality around him didn't care what he wanted. He felt helpless, not knowing what else he could do to get back on track.

The woman pushed Michael out of the room. Michael did not understand what was going on, why was everyone treating him like this? Why is he not being taken seriously, why are they acting like he's not here, or why are they talking about him as if he wasn't right in front of him?

"Dirty hooker." The red-haired woman spat in her face, when Lee's office door closed behind them.

"Listen, I'm not a..." Realizing that something wrong was happening, Michael said, noticing how his heart was beating wildly, and a man’s hand was squeezing his ass, which made everything inside him clench with strange feelings.

"Shut the fuck up, puta, everyone knows you'll be s***g more cock than all bitches in Mexico." The blond whispered, making Michael scared

...

That evening, Michael found himself in a cheap motel room. Having changed into a tight corset and a short skirt, Michael, now Michelle, looked in awe at her cell phone, which lay nearby. He hadn't gotten any messages since leaving the FBI building, but he tried to contact a few agents who knew about the secret undercover operation. But everyone he spoke to did not believe a single word he said.

Having not received a single call for a long time, Michelle decided that now it was time to act, and try to recover the information left behind. She planned to break into Lee's office and try to figure out what had happened. Although he felt sick and sorry for himself, it was beyond Michelle's understanding that there was now a new reality in which everyone saw and treated her differently.

At that moment the phone rang and the name was displayed on the screen. It was an anonymous number. At first Michelle thought she shouldn't even answer, but the persistent tone of the incoming call was annoying, and finally she picked up.

"Hello," said Michelle timidly.

"Are you the bitch who calls herself Michelle?" the caller rudely asked without introductory formalities.

"I ... I think ... that I," Michelle stammered.

"Listen, bitch." The voice interrupted her, cutting her off and startling her. "I want to fuck you in your dirty mouth right now. Are you at the room?"

"Who are ... I mean... what..." Michelle answered in fear. "...do not understand ... I do not ..."

"Shut up, you bitch," the guy interrupted her, answering rudely. "Yes or no?"

"Y...yeah."

"Oh, a bit timid. Okay, I will be there immediately." And the line went out.

After putting the phone on the table, Michelle realized how scared and ashamed she had been when hearing that tone. She realized that she really had become Michelle, a hooker.

The door behind Michelle suddenly opened and Agent Andrews, who worked in another department, but was well-known to Michael, walked in. Seeing his old friend, Michael smiled, hoping for a chance to explain to him.

"I'm so pleased that you're here." Andrews smiled, and the smile unnerved Michelle. "I hope your mouth is ready and you're ready for real pleasure."

"Whaat?" Michelle said nervously. "But what... You must... listen to me!"

Michelle's appeal fell on deaf ears. With a smile, Andrew pulled his belt off. Michelle backed away and put her hands out, as if to push him back, but his physical strength was greater, and he easily drove her onto the bed. He kissed her full red lips greedily, his fingers holding her tiny head and his free hand grabbed the belt, pressing his knuckles to her mouth.

"Well, be a good girl and take this cock, and suck it with that stupid mouth of yours." He ordered her.

Michael did not realize where he was. Everything happened so quickly and so horribly. Everything he saw and experienced that day was confusing. Suddenly the huge cock was at his mouth, he didn't want this. But as a result, his lips involuntarily parted.

"Ummmm yes baby, yes," the guy moaned, pumping Michelle's lips, moving back and forth.

The gag reflexes kicked in and almost caused him to throw up. But the cock was too huge, she was hardly able to squeeze the base. Suddenly the phone started to ring, h hand reached for the phone and hit the accept button.

"Mmhmm mghh," she grunted, the cock bobbing in her mouth and pushing towards the entrance to the throat, making her throat tremble. "Mmhmhm mghh mhmg," she tried to speak, but only "mmm" escaped her.

"Go deeper," said Andrews, "to the balls, you little slut."

She tried to say something, tried to tell him who she was, but she couldn't speak, because it was already difficult to breathe. Tears began to well up in her eyes, she was choking and she was losing air, and Andrews pumped deeper and deeper into her throat. She thought she would faint.

But then she heard his cell phone ringing again, and hoping that it was  someone who knew the undercover operation, Michelle trying to push Andrew away.

"Stop, stop, mmmmhhh!!!" she pleaded, but couldn't help herself. "Mhhhmmmh mm hmm!!! Mhhh!!!" She kept shouting as she pressed a hand against Andrews' stomach to push him away, but his grip was iron.

But after he removed his dick and her coughing subsided, and then she saw the number, her heart started pumping faster. It was a different number, written in her phone as "Big Daddy" and her phone looked different now, like a cheap slutty one that should not be on an FBI agent.