Brenda’s Agenda

Brian Jones, undercover on a pink x-change pill as Brenda Case, adjusted her tight top self consciously. It had been only a few hours since her change and she still found her full rounded breasts and constantly aroused nipples the most confronting part of her new body. Her new sex was generally out of site - but not out of mind.

Her large nipples were clearly outlined beneath the flimsy fabric which reinforced the presence of her tits. She pulled her eyes up and surveyed the film set, a spacious loft apartment in full orgy. She tried not to stare at the couples and groups of people about the room. They were generally of African ancestry with a scattering of Asian and Hispanic woman. She swallowed nervously, knowing she must join them.

A leanly muscled man was slowly screwing an athletically built girl on an expensive designer sofa. At their feet two girls were hungrily entwined on a purple shag pile rug. Nearby a woman was bent over a glass topped coffee table being rammed from behind, her big breasts squishing into the glass with each thrust. Spread eagle behind them on the marble inlaid kitchen top a woman furiously masturbated and played with her small breasts. Others were pressed in moaning pleasure to a mural wall, frolicked in the Jacuzzi, played on the pool table or humped on the balcony.

Everywhere she looked was wanton sex and it excited her, but where before the women alone had drawn her interest, now the men had an equal allure. The scene was like a trashy gangster rap video gone to hardcore porn and despite her unease she felt strangely in her element, particularly since she now looked and dressed the part.

A camera crew with boom panned about the room while a second crew worked on the close up money shots. Industrial lighting bathed the room and gave the dark naked flesh on display a beautiful sheen.

In truth she was Officer Brian Jones, undercover officer re-investigating a string of missing person cold cases. Using a DNA and body altering medicine she had become Brenda, a young African American beauty, short, curvy and well stacked. And she suspected that some of these women had been given illegal custom plus pills.

Some of the faces she thought she recognized from the cold case files - girls that had appeared with false identities after the men went missing. No one had made the connection then because they couldn't. X-change wasn’t on the market then.

She'd blow her cover if she just stood there - she had to get moving and find the leaders of this body trafficking ring - there might even be ties to corrupt police.

An attractive and powerfully muscled man smiled warmly and beckoned her to him. She looked him up and down, noticing he was very well hung, which was pleasing. She didn't have time to question her reaction as she approached him with a virginal hesitance to her step. She was so much smaller, and her reaction to him was so unexpected. She wanted him.

And it happened so quickly. Her panties were around her dark chocolate ankles, his manhood pressed the gates of her new sex and then he slid swiftly inside her from behind. She was already moist with excitement as she fell to her hands and knees, her body and instincts taking over. She looked up into a camera. She was surprised for a moment but then the pleasure in her loins distracted her. She moaned and thrust back willingly. She looked down between her large swaying breasts to see his powerful manhood sliding in and out of her full vagina lips. The vision filled her with pleasure. It was all so perfect, so right. This was what she was meant for. She arched her back like a satisfied pussycat, clenching her new muscles about him. She looked lazily about the room, eyes almost glazed with joy, not really paying much attention to the others until she locked eyes with someone else she recognised.

He smiled cruelly and winked making her heart beat faster. It was her control officer, the only person that knew she was undercover, that she was investigating the cold cases.

The porno director gave him a massive wad of cash. Even in her distracted state she knew a pay off when she saw one. She had been betrayed. Now she knew why no one had followed up those cold cases. And she was going to become one of them.

It was hard to think out all the implications of this betrayal with the ever present distraction of a cock pounding into her pussy. Was she stuck!? Trapped! It was a classic pill her handler had given her. But… she figured it was an xtra. And probably a bimbo… or something worse. Compliant maybe…

And why did these thoughts of being trapped and manipulated into the role of a submissive sex toy turn her on rather than scare her? To be like this forever against her will was everything she wanted now. She moaned in pleasure. If the others thought like this no wonder they disappeared into these lives of hedonistic submissive sex! It was addictive and mind consuming.

The director called out "Cut!" and she realized the scene was over. She was filled with both disappointment and relief as the man pulled out of her. She felt empty without him, her new body craving more. He zipped himself back into his trousers and gave her a gentle pat on the ass. "Good girl," he said, and she felt a warmth spread through her. She was a good girl, she was Brenda, a good submissive slut.

Her control officer sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with something other than the sweat of the room. "How's your first taste of the job, Brenda?" he sneered, the cash in his hand flapping in the cool breeze of the loft's air conditioning. She didn't know how to answer him. The words she wanted to say, the accusations she wanted to hurl, all stuck in her throat, replaced by a **** need to be filled again.

He grabbed her by the wrist, his grip firm and unyielding, leading her to a side room that was quieter, more private. The heavy velvet curtain swished shut behind them, and she found herself in a plush, dimly lit space with a king-sized bed in the center. The smell of sex hung in the air, musky and thick, but it didn't repulse her. If anything, it made her even wetter.

Her control officer, now her dominant in every sense, looked down at her with a mix of hunger and amusement. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Brenda?" he said, his voice gruff with lust. She nodded, unable to speak as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, revealing his fully erect cock.

He reached for a leash and collar that had been lying on the bed, and without hesitation, she lowered her head for him to fasten it around her neck. The leather was cold and unyielding, a stark reminder of her newfound subservience. He tugged on the leash gently, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and she went willingly, eager to please.

"You're a natural," he murmured, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. She felt a rush of submission, her body responding to his touch with an intense arousal. He guided her to get on all fours, her ass in the air, and she knew what was coming next. The power dynamics of the situation thrilled her, the idea of being used and dominated by this man she had once trusted were exquisite. Even the size and strength differences between them pushed her buttons.

He stepped behind her and grabbed the leash, pulling it tight. "You're going to be nothing but an obedient little slut now, aren't you, Brenda?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding. She nodded, her pussy clenching with anticipation. He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against her wet folds. It felt incredible, like a promise of pure pleasure. "You're going to love serving me," he continued, his hand on her hip, his other hand holding the leash taut.

The tip of his cock circled her entrance, teasing her with just the barest hint of penetration. "You want this, don't you?" he said, his tone taunting. She nodded more fervently, her voice a **** whine. "Say it," he ordered.

"I want it," she murmured, her voice low and obedient.

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Good girl," he said, still not pushing the head of his cock inside her. He pressed against he clit and she gasped at the sudden pressure, the feeling of his hot, hard flesh pushing against her.

"Please," she begged, the word slipping out before she could stop it. "Please, let me have it."

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Not yet, my sweet little slut." His breath was hot and heavy, his words sending shivers of anticipation through her. The head of his cock remained outside her, gliding over her clit and the sensitive folds of her pussy. She could feel her own wetness pooling beneath her, making everything slick and tantalizing.

The room was a cacophony of moans and sighs, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the occasional squeak of the bed springs. Yet in this private corner, it was only the two of them, with their twisted dance of power and desire. Her control officer, now her master, continued his relentless teasing, sliding the head of his cock in and out of her, never breaching the entrance of her sex. She felt like a caged animal, **** to be released and claimed by him.

Her large breasts swayed with each movement, the fat, unbearably erect nipples poking through her top, begging for attention. He noticed her distress and took full advantage, using the opportunity to toy with her even more. His strong hands grabbed her tits, squeezing and kneading them like dough. The feeling was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her body and making her pussy throb even more. "These are mine now," he said possessively, "I can do whatever I want with them."

Her breath hitched as he pinched and pulled at her sensitive nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She felt so exposed, so helpless under his touch, but the arousal was too intense to resist. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement.

She couldn't deny it. Her body was on fire with need, every nerve ending begging for release. "Y-yes," she stammered, the word leaving her lips in a breathy moan.

He chuckled, his grip on her nipples tightening. "You're going to beg for it," he said, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to beg like the slut you are."

And she did. With every twist and pinch of her sensitive flesh, she felt the need growing, a **** ache deep within her that could only be satiated by his cock. "Please," she whimpered, "please, I need it. I need you inside me. You don’t understand- I need your cock… master. Sir… please. I need it so bad.” She whined helplessly.

He smirked, enjoying her squirming, her **** pleas. "Is that what you are, Brenda?" he said, his voice a purr of satisfaction. "A slut that can't control herself?"

Her breath was coming in short gasps as she nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," she moaned, "yes, I'm a slut. Please, sir, I need it. Fuck me."

He chuckled darkly, his grip on her breasts tightening even more. "Look at you," he said, "begging like the whore you are. It's so hot." He twisted her nipples, watching her face contort with pleasure and pain. The sensation was intoxicating, making her pussy drenched and begging for more.

The camera crew had gathered around them, eager to capture every moment of her degradation and pleasure. The director shouted instructions, but she was beyond caring. All she could focus on was the man who had become her master, the one who held her sexual fate in his hands.

Her control officer took his time with her breasts, savoring the feel of her soft flesh in his grasp. He pinched and pulled her nipples, watching them stretch and bounce with every movement. "Look at these," he said to the camera, "aren't they perfect?"