Dominatrix Android

Stacy, the cybernetic humanoid which holds the mental patterns of Doctor Stephen Jennings, has developed dominatrix tendencies which are very troubling to her research team. Doctor Jennings had always been a bit of a tyrant in the lab, but Stacy would literally crack the whip. Plus she was at least 10 times as strong as an athletic man. Of the researchers, only Gerald, the bio-chemist seemed to work well with her, groveling and playing the submissive as if born to the role.

So when Stacy called a general meeting of the staff, there was quite a bit of tension when they filed in the room. But, she seemed on her best behavior, telling everyone that she was determined to improve team relations and get everyone pulling together again. That’s when Gerald released the bio-agent he’d been working on thru the air vents.

Various team members fell to the floor in pain as their bodies began to transform. Male members became weak feminized sissies, with muscles shrinking and their dicks shrinking down to nubs. The two female members became younger, their bodies firming, losing flabby stomachs and gaining breast mass. But all of them went to their knees and bowed down to Stacy.

“Well done Gerald,” said Stacy, stepping to the center of the room. “All of you are mine now. No more playing around, only obedience.”

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Alien Possession

“Stacy, we’ve got to get out of here. I just read on my Intel web-site that Los Angeles is the epee-center of the alien attack. They say that the aliens are possessing young women, who then overcome their men and prepare the ground-work for the landings.

Come on, time’s a wasting. Pack an overnight bag and let’s split. I’ll get the car ready. Just grab our pills and some bottled water and get out here. You don’t have time for anything else.

They said the signs of possession in the women are a high libido, increased breast size, and violet colored eyes. Stacy, what’s taking you so long?”

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Ancient Scrolls Don't Lie

Doctor Jefferies finished her translation, and then looked down at the jewelry lying before her. The scroll told of a high priestess of Isis wearing the jewelry, and taking on the attributes of the goddess; a priestess who at the time must have been ninety years old. Obviously, the writer must have exaggerated in here somewhere, and yet.

Jefferies put aside her glasses, and put her wrinkled hands on the headband. Sheer folly she knew, yet she went ahead and fastened the headband beneath her own thinning white hair. She then took each silver wristlet, and draped and fastened them on her own boney hands.

Standing, with an effort, she walked towards the mirrored closet door, and pronounced the phrase of power, just as a high priestess would. A surge traveled up her frail body, like an electric shock. She watched, stunned as her skin smoothed and the hair on her head filled out and turned the red of her youth. Her breathing eased, and she felt her breast lift and swell on her body. Taking off her clothes, she stepped right next to the closet and put her hands above her breast.

The scroll had not lied. Jennifer Jefferies stood in the body of an elder goddess; a goddess of sex and fertility.

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Rosa Klebb Agent of SPECTRE

“Well Colonel Klebb, we've managed to revive you in a new body. I’m sure SPECTRE can count on your best efforts to deal with James Bond.”

“Yes Number One, I will be more than happy to subdue 007 and find out everything he has on us. In the past, I've had to work through other operatives, but now I can give it my personal attention.”

“You see no problems in breaking him?”

“Bond is a man,” said the Colonel, adjusting her glasses. “He cannot resist the charms of a pretty woman, any pretty woman. I have pursued his file and know his weaknesses. And if he does give me any trouble, I’ll just give him the toe of my shoe in a couple of tender places.”

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