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Eyir zipped up her skin tight suit, narrowly managing to fit her huge G-cup breasts without breaking the zipper. Luckily the material of the suit is stretchy enough to fit around her chest. It's barely a consolidation though since that time she had to quarantine a memetic breast expansion hazard. She was one of the lucky ones too and had only caught a small glimpse of someone's naked breasts. Two other agents had not been as lucky and were caught out staring, entranced for several minutes. The two of them were now being kept on a farm, **** to be milked like cows to not burst at the seams. Despite having been lucky that time Eyir was still really annoyed. The corps. had promised to find a cure and revert her and the other agents to their old form, but it had been several weeks without any progress. At least there had been no memetic outbreaks since then. Until now that is. Frey had been tasked to investigate first...and now her emergency distress beacon had been activated. This is not a good outcome. Eyir had been tasked to assemble a small taskforce and eliminate the memetic threat hence why she was putting on the suit in the first place.

The problem with memetic hazards is not knowing what it is you need to avoid without being exposed to it. If one knew it was based on sight, audio or sensations one could adapt with proper preparation. Thankfully she had been informed this one was based on sight, and also seemingly required a verbal component spoken by the victims too. Should be fairly easy to avoid influence. However making assumptions about safety is how agents end up as another victim of the memetic event. It's probably what has happened to Frey by now. At least she was lucid enough to send for back-up. This is of course only what Eyir assumed is what had happened. It wasn't completely unheard of that people managed to accidentally press the button. Eyir kind of wished this was the case. She had no interest in being turned into...Eyir looked down on the briefing to remind herself. "A pornstar? Really? Would her breasts get even larger?" She sighed. Why were all of the memetic hazards she always encountered so fucking lewd. It was as if there was some presence always trying to find ways to turn everything as sexual as possible. She had dealt with hypnotic cocks, profanity inducing compulsions, transformative fetish clothing and many more, what was a pornstar creating note really going to do different?

Eyir sighed and put on her helmet, limiting her sight to her visor that she could press a button to completely block her vision should she need to. She was taking no chances. Better to stay safe than sorry when it came to the visual effects. The big breasted yet skinny girl took a step out of her quarters and was met with two fairly new recruits standing at attention. "Privates." She analyzed their gear. They both seemed properly set-up. "Hmm...adequate." Her hands pulled on their suits and pushed their helmets to test their rigidity. "Perfectly acceptable. Remember. Our mission is to find Agent Frey and bring her back for cleansing. The containment of the memetic hazard will be carried forward by a much larger **** after we've assessed the state of the infection. As of right now we believe the memetic hazard is only limited to this off the grid bar in an abandoned industrial park. This will allow us ample time to properly scout out the situation since the infected area is fairly far away from other people. We still have to be on our toes though. Minimizing the spread of the memetic is of utmost priority. Luckily the spread seems to be limited to a combination of visual and vocal components which should slow the spread significantly too. Any questions about our mission? You have both familiarized yourself with Frey's looks I hope. Remember that she most likely has changed in ways that we can't really expect."

The two recruits nodded slowly, clearly a bit nervous since this would be their first time dealing with this sort of memetic outbreak. "Very well." Eyir broke a small smile, sensing their doubt and gave them both a salute. "You'll be fine privates. I was just as green as you once. With experience you will gain the confidence and strength to protect people from the unknown. Now. Let's move out."

Morgana came and she came hard, her pussy being licked by this extremely hot girl in a lewd police officer outfit. She had been chatting with this girl who calls herself Tittybang, clearly her pornstar name. "Ahhh fuck....y-yes right there...mnnnnn...." Morgana squirted her juices onto Tittybang's face. Watching the girl pull back and smother the goth girls juices into her impressive chest. Morgana giggled, her hands locked to the bedframe by a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. This girl she was fucking was kind of kinky, just the way she liked them. "Wow...never actually done a lesbian before. That was fun!" Morgana tilted her head, a bit dazzled from her orgasm. "Wait...really? The way you licked my cunt was...fucking perfect. You are clearly an expert cutie." The former agent turned pornstar blushed slightly with a giggle. Squeesing her tits together to make her cleavage push out even further. "Well...i've wanted to do it for ages and i've done some research into it. But with tits like these....yeah my producer only keeps putting me in titjob scenes. My fans are basically all breast addicts hoping they could cum onto this soft rack. Do you feel me?" Morgana knew perfectly well the annoying fact of having to pander to the audience. She sometimes wished they'd all be pornstars too so they could understand how hard it can be to not get to do the sort of content you really wanted to. But that was just it...why hadn't she thought of that before? She might have spread her advertisements to the entire bar but...might as well try and get them out to the common people.

Morgana leaned in and pulled Tittybang down into a nice long kiss, breaking it only after they both moaned with excitement. "You're a fucking genious Tittybang...I know exactly how you feel! But I think I know what to do about it. We just have to spread our adverts to our fans too! Then they'll understand, and we can do the scenes we really want to do!" The former agent looked a bit shocked, not quite following. "Uhm....wait.....I don't really follow." Morgana pushed Tittybang aside and grabbed her phone laying on the bedside table. "Here..." She walked up to one of the posters on the wall with their signature slogan written in bright pink sparkling letters. Morgana opened her camera and took a picture of the poster, goign into her gallery and cropping it so that only the poster was showing. She then opened a wide variety of online content creation sites she was using. Onlyfans, Fansly, Pornhub, Instagram, even Facebook because why not. It didn't take too long before she had uploaded her advertisement on every place she had any sort of following. "There...now we just have to wait~"

Eyir and the two recruits had been dropped off by one of the corps. service vehicles fairly close to the bar in question, at the outskirts of the industrial area. Eyir eyed her pistol with sedatives, checking it quickly for any faults, finding none. In case they had to go in hot she was ready. She turned to the two recruits and did a single sign with her hands. It was time to move and act. No more time for speaking. They had agreed to split up upon arrival to maximize the search area for Frey. The less time the three of them spent inside of the infected area the better. At first Frey assumed she would need to use the map that had been uploaded to the holographic interface on her visor to find the bar by following the ping of Frey's distress beacon. However it became very clear as they came closer to the bar that they simply had to follow the public. A stream of people were all walking in a single direction. Eyir didn't take a closer look at any of them. She had seen this sort of behaviour enough. The people were flocking, clearly under memetic influence. Trying to engage with them was only another risk of infection. She whispered over the intercom to the two recruits closely following her. "Don't engage...the event is spreading faster than we initially expected. We might have to quarantine a much larger area. Stick to the plan. Find Frey, sedate her, and get out as quickly as possible." The recruits both said in unison. "Affirmative..." Sounding even more nervous this time.

The three turned a corner as the congregation of people only got more and more concentrated. Eventually they make it to what they assume is the entrance to this bar. A huge queue of people standing outside, waiting to get in. They would see a few people exiting too. Every one that made it outside was dressed in extremely slutty clothing, showing off various amounts of skin and make-up. There was a wide variety of body shapes. Some small and thick, some tall and muscular. This memetic virus clearly was taking the liberty to turn anyone into a more slutty pornstar version of themselves. It seems to be more sofisticated than Eyir thought. She remembers reading about a memetic virus that turned people into bimbos during her training. This virus apparently changed almost everyone to look exactly the same way. Blonde hair and big fake tits with huge plump lips and a fat ass. Such were the ways of more simple memetic viruses that only follow a single transformative routine. The wide variety of people that came out of the bar proved to Eyir that they were probably way in over their heads. But Eyir did not dare back out now. Cowardice was not taken lightly by the corps. If they stayed focused they'd be fine. First however they need to find an alternative way inside. This queue is an infection hazard and would take way too long.

Eyir signals for the recruits to follow her as they start moving around the bar, trying to find some sort of back entrance. Circling around the run-down building they eventually come across a rusty metal door that she tries to open. To her surprise it seems to lead straight into the backstage area of the bar. Had nobody really tried to make it in this way? Then again that makes sense...if all of the people coming here were infected with a memetic virus they could all have been programmed to enter the bar via the main entrance. This is both good and bad...it makes it easy to see who is under the influence since they would all most likely be following the exact same pattern of behaviour. It also means that Eyir and her crew will stick out like a sore thumb even more, as if their gear didn't already make it painfully obvious that they didn't belong. Eyir sighed and grabbed her gun, pulling it out. It was probably better to go all out from the very start. No sense in trying to blend in at all. "Alright. You two take left down that corridor and try and find the main area...i'll clear the backstage rooms. Got it?" Her recruits nodded, shaking a bit as they head off in front of Eyir. Sticking tightly together with their sedative pistols drawn. Eyir took a deep breath before closing the door to the outside behind her, facing the corridor of various rooms. Trying to keep her sight squarely locked on their handles. She had trained for this for ages. Her eyes scanning for only the things she needed. Everything else became almost a blur to her. She could spot hints of strange posters...images of probably lewd varieties, and of course the occasional slutted up woman or man hanging out in the corridors as she started clearing rooms. She ignored it all, shutting it out of her mind. She cleared room after room, finding some of them empty, some of them filled with naked people fucking. Frey was sadly nowhere to be seen. She felt her frustration growing. Not wanting to spend much more time in this place as she could already feel herself slightly flustered. Was the place already affecting her? She hoped not. Maybe she was just nervous as she felt her g-cup breasts strain against her suit. She really didn't want to change anymore than she already had.

Frey came to a door that was actually locked. She looked up and read a sign that said "Office". She braced herself and with one swift motion, raised her heavy boots and kicked at the door right underneath the lock. The door broke easily, clearly being quite run down. She pushed the door open with her shoulder and walked in with her weapon drawn. Finding two surprised naked women cuddling on a bed underneath some blankets. They seemed to have been sleeping as they both looked a bit groggy and surprised. "Hey what the fuck are you doing?! You can't come in here! It's locked for a reason you idiot!" Screamed Morgana. Why had some idiot knocked down her door...someone who seemed to be into some really strange fetishes too since she was wearing such a skin tight suit with a helmet and....a gun? Wait....was this the police or something? Was she getting arrested or was this just part of a really strange bit? Tittybang, the former agent, looked up with a strange look as she analyzed the situation. Her face contorted a bit strangely as her mind was blasted with memories of Eyir who she had trained with. Strange...she knew Eyir and her had trained together....but Tittybang was a hot pornstar. Eyir wasn't. She frowned. That was wrong....and there was one way to make it right.

Eyir noticed one of the women making a strange expression. She analyzed the face of the one who hadn't said a word yet. It looked familiar. She aimed her gun and got ready to fire. The sense of recognition usually meant one thing. That her mind was being assaulted by the memetics and that this naked woman in front of her most likely used to be Frey. Her hand squeezed the gun tightly as she started pressing down on the trigger and-....

Eyir yelped suddenly as she felt something prick her ass. A sharp pain spreading across her skin. She turned around suddenly with a very surprised face and was met with her two recruits, giggling ass they pointed their guns towards Eyir, smoke flowing up from the barrels. They were both barely clothed, one of them had a huge pair of thighs that could crush watermelons. The other a huge pair of breasts that could smother someone to ****. "Uhm...you're not allowed to take anyone in silly cop...." The first recruit giggled. The second one smiled, her immaculate make-up glistening in the light. "Yeah! This is our bar! You can't just come and knock down doors..." Eyir should be feeling dread. She had underestimated this place. The two recruits having fallen this quickly to the memetics she had not expected. However a double dose of sedatives had a warm dull sensation spread across her body. She needed to run, to fight. To get out before she was changed too. But she couldn't...her legs were spaghetti. Folding as she fell too the ground. She wanted to open her mouth and scream for help, or try to reach for her own distress beacon, but it was too late. As she fell to the ground she saw blurry visions of four smirking women towering over her. Darkness quickly claiming her mind due to the double dose of **** in her system.

Spacegal yawned. She stretched on the bed and sat up. She felt like she had slept for ages. She looked around, noticing four other pornstars sleeping in the bed with her. It's amazing all five of them fit into the king sized bed at all. Then again they all loved to cuddle and fuck. Being nice and cozy together didn't bother them after all. Spacefal smiled, pushing her breasts outwards. Her suit having broken down the zipper in the middle. Her helmet nowhere to be seen. This outfit really was one of her favourites. It was like she was a really lewd space faring mercenary or something. It was her favourite type of cosplay after all considering she had based her pornstar name on it. In a faint moment of sudden clarity as the other four of her pornstar friends slept, she looked around, feeling a bit strange. There was some sort of memory that was trying to push up. Wait...she...she was...gahh it hurt. She started massaging her temples. Fuck it was like a really painful headache. Something was trying to remind her of...what? She couldn't quite put her finger on it. A voice echoed in her mind. "Training, remember your training! Resist!" She stood up and got off the bed, stumbling around the room as her head kept pounding away. "Gahhh...what the fuck...why does it...." Spacegal....no....Eyir bumped into a wall. Her vision was blurry, she looked up towards it and noticed a poster with pink glittery writing on it and a very sexy naked girl in a bunny-suit right next to the writing. She read the words over and over. It didn't make any sense...she was...she was an agent. She was being controlled, changed through the memetics. She had to resist. She had to do anything she could to flee...yet she couldn't move as she kept staring at that poster. Reading the words over and over to herself silently. Zoning out completely. Eyir came too as a hand suddenly spanked her butt from behind. Giggling.

Morgana rubbed her hands over spacegal from behind. Caressing her as she pressed her naked body up against her. She was a little confused as to why her friend was struggling. Morganas hands moved up and pulled at the revealing suit, pulling it apart to make spacegals breasts pop out as she started massaging them. "What's wrong Spacegal?" Eyir flinched, the hands on her breasts felt so good. She wanted to be played with more. Fuck it felt so good to be a total slutty porn-.....Gahhh no! Fuck! Have to fight it! "I-...I-...." She couldn't find any words to try and fight it. No matter how hard Eyir tried...she couldn't speak or say anything. Morgana tilted her head. "Oh? What are you trying to say? Are you trying to say our slogan?" The goth girl giggled. "Oh...you silly girl~ Did the sedatives get to your brain that much? Can't even speak anymore? Come on...I believe in you! Say the words...it's just four tiny little words! You got this. I believe in you~" Morgana kept groping Eyir's naked breasts. Slowly working her way down her exposed flat stomach, eventually reaching the crotch of her suit. Pushing one hand down the tight opening and starting to masturbate Eyir. Morgana smirked as she felt how wet her friend already was.

Eyir's head hurt so badly. All those words were impossible to fight. She felt her pleasure rising with every word that girl spoke...that fucking hot goth girl that was so commanding. She didn't want to feel bad anymore. She had been taught to keep struggling to the very end...but if she was doomed to lose either way why fight it? Why feel pain and not pleasure? As Morganas hand plunged into Eyir's pussy she moaned loudly. Shaking where she stood as her eyes kept wandering across those four pink words on the poster. She took a final deep breath in. Fuck it. At least it would feel good to give up. She could feel the desire growing so high. Giving in would give her the biggest orgasm of her life. Spacegal knew this. This stupid Eyir girl had to go away. It hurt too much to try to become some stupid agent that didn't like to fuck and party. Spacegal smirked as she licked her lips, wetting them with her saliva, opening her mouth slowly as she savoured the moment of breaking her own mind. "I am a pornstar~". Spacegal came instantly. A powerful rush of euphoria coarsing through her entire body as she gushed. Her juices squirting all over Morgana's greedy hand. "Ffffuckk....c-cummming!" Morgana smiled, leaned in and nibbled on Spacegal's earlobe playfully, whispering into her ear. "That's a good little slutty pornstar~"