Von Klay

The Flux Master gestured at their bodies. "Is all as you desired?" he asked.

Von Klay looked down at her body and smiled. "Um shorter and bigger breasts please."

Rachel rolled her eyes as the changes occurred. Von Klay hefted her larger breasts with pleasure then turned to look at Rachel. "You don't approve," Von Klay asked, a hint of anger in her high cute voice.

Realizing her mistake Rachel shook her head nervously, looking at the Flux Master and realizing that her body and mind were utterly mutable here. "No my lord... Er my lady. I was just worried about my mission. We are both at a physical disadvantage like this," she tried to cover her foolish display.

"Oh, you are not meant to have any physical advantages in a Fluxgirl body..." Von Klay said turning to the Flux Master. "She is too tall and her sex drive does not appear high enough."

The Flux Master nodded and gestured towards Rachel. The room suddenly grew for the girl and she gasped with a blossoming sexual need.

Von Klay looked Rachel up and down and nodded, "remember from now on we are both Fluxgirls expected to service the customers here. If you spoil my fun or expose my fetish I'll make sure you stay in Anchor Zulu as you are now," she smiled wickedly and slipped a hand into Rachel's top and caressed her naked flank. "You'll spend the rest of your life on your back getting screwed or giving birth. You probably wouldn't enjoy it..." she gauged Rachel' response to her touch, "but then again you might."

Rachel reddened at her words but nodded holding her tongue to prevent any further changes. She wondered if Von Klay took pleasure in thoroughly emasculating and degrading her? She didn't want to think about it.

"Are you ready to begin?" the Flux Master asked.

Von Kray nodded.

"Excellent," he clapped his hands and the Valet entered. "Take these Fluxgirls to the Military Commissar," he ordered.

The valet looked them up and down and smirked. Seeing that the valet knew who the pair had been the Flux Master waved his hand and the valet froze, held rigid by the masters power. The Flux Master needed the identity of the Fluxgirls to remain a secret. He could dispose of the valet, turn him into a Fluxgirl and sell him, but that would be a waste of resources. Instead he erased the mans memories of the entire day. "Take these Fluxgirls to the Military Commissar," he ordered again.

The valet frowned in confusion, "um, yes master," he agreed.

Rachel reluctantly left the Flux room. This was the only place she could regain her manhood. In Anchor she was truly nothing but a Fluxgirl. Even if she explained her situation at best they would listen sympathetically but do nothing but treat her like a lowly Fluxgirl and disabuse her of any notion she was male - no one cared for the fate of a lowly Fluxgirl - some men might even find her more interesting if they knew she had been a man. She didn't yet realize that her fate was sealed, that she would never set foot again in Flux, that soon she would never want to - she merely feared it at the moment.

She and the former Prime followed the Valet to the Military Commissar's rooms. This was her assignment, to spy on the new Commissar and report her findings to the Prime.

The valet knocked politely and then ushered them into an antechamber then left. There were muffled cries and groans from the room beyond. Strangely attracted by the noise Rachel hesitantly approached. She gasped when she beheld the Commissar with two Fluxgirls on the bed. She grew moist and excited by the spectacle, and felt an overpowering urge to join the three.

The Commissar looked up and smiled at the two new Fluxgirls and waved them over, "come, join us, we have been expecting you..." Rachel quickly obeyed, the Prime by her side. She lay down with one on the Fluxgirls.

"Hi, may name is Wendi," she said.

"And I'm Brenda," the other girl declared.

"Rachel," she responded and started to explore Wendi's body whilst Brenda continued to rub up against the Commissar.

The Commissar slapped Von Klay playfully on the rump and ran his hands admiringly over her generous curves. "Perfect," he muttered. Soon the Prime had her head buried in his lap and was happily using her deft mouth to pleasure him.

As the four girls lost themselves in carnal bliss the Commissar chuckled. "I do so love turnabout. Rachel I know all about your plot to spy on me." He slapped her on the buttocks.

Next he lifted Von Klay's chin and looked down into her eyes, "I also know who you are Von Klay and your unusual pastimes. Hardly fitting for a man or a leader, but I promise you shall be neither again. I suspect that you will all enjoy the fates I have planned for you... It is unfortunate that the Deputy Prime and the industrial Commissar will be unable to save you. But they will both be preoccupied with their new Fluxgirl needs."

Rachel looked at the two other girls and the shame in their eyes. It was then that she realised that Keneddys plotting was done and he was the ruler of Anchor Zulu now... funnily enough it didn't seem like such a bad thing.