Published: Aug 18, 2024

My one hundred and forty-sixth caption, this time featuring a police detective who's decided to go deep undercover…

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All things considered, it was a simple assignment, even when taking the risks into account. I was police detective Joe Marcuzo, working in the Vice Squad. I was involved in a long-term investigation involving the Mafia and their illegal dealings inside and outside of the city. This involved things such as murder, drugs, and human trafficking. I had made a few dents in their operations the last few months, getting two of their Capos arrested and sent to prison. I heard from a few reliable sources that this made their boss, Don Pantoliano, quite furious. He had gone so far as to put out a hit on my head, one that every punk in the city would be eager to cash in on. To keep me working on the case and to protect me until he was busted, our Lieutenant came up with a bold plan: I would go deep undercover at a local Mafia-owned strip club, which we believed acted as a front for both their drug dealing and their human trafficking operations. There was only one catch to the job.

I’d have to go undercover as one of the club’s “girls”. I’d need to become a woman to get inside and stay around long enough to find dirt on their operations.

This was possible through the use of eX-91, a chemical compound developed by the U.S. government to create better spies to send overseas. The compound was a gene therapy solution that completely swapped the chromosomes, causing the subject to become… well, the opposite of whatever they currently were. It was a controversial thing to use, considering my manhood was on the line, but if I did my job properly, the reversal formula would be waiting for me at the end. So, I kept my objections silent as I went to the hospital and underwent the procedure. As the needle entered my body, first nothing happened, then I got really warm.

As I laid in my bed, held down by restraints, my body painfully began to pop and crack. My above-average height shrunk several inches as my bones rearranged themselves, taking on the proper female proportions and shapes. As my waist popped inwards, I could feel my chest and ass rapidly gaining mass, sending new, unusual sensations up and down my whole body. I threw my head back, letting out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan as I could feel my own face reshaping, becoming thinner and more feminine as a large mass of hair exploded from my scalp. Strangely enough, orange “highlights” also appeared in my hair. As the changes subsided, I looked back at my body to see the two new mountains of flesh I had grown, looking like something I’d see in a trashy porno rather than something a woman would actually walk around with every day. I expressed my doubts about my curves, but I was reassured this would work to my advantage.

A few days later, I had effortlessly secured the job at the strip club. The “application process” involved a lot of leering eyes from several of the Mafia guys who ran the place, but thankfully none of them recognized me. I had to deal with one of them being a little handsy, but I bit my lip and put up with it for the sake of my assignment. I was given a “uniform” to wear, one of those “leggings and long gloves” getups with the “bra and panties” that don’t really cover much at all. It also had a “cat” theme going on with it, meaning I had to wear one of those collars with the stupid round bell on it. I was sent to their hairdresser who gave me a proper hairstyle to maintain, along with some orange highlights. To my shock, a stylist and a younger-looking girl came out while my hair was drying. The stylist told me I was also receiving piercings before proceeding to give me a gold hoop earring and a piece of naval jewelry right below my belly button. I found getting these to be quite painful, but I continued to grit my teeth and fight through it. This, however, paled in comparison to the other girl, who happened to be a tattoo artist. Without even saying a word to me, she started adding various “tats” to me, including ones on my arm, breasts, and a really embarrassing one right above my crotch.

Sauntering back over to the club after letting myself heal a few hours, I meekly went into the back where the dressing room was to get ready for my “set” that night. The other girls here were… quite pretty, and as a man with a girlfriend waiting for me on the other side, I felt really bad for gazing at their naked bodies as I did my best to apply makeup. Half an hour later, I was called out to begin my set by my “new” name, “Pussycat”. Feeling my face go red, I began to strut out onto the stage, doing my best to put on a good show for the… less-than reputable patrons. Something strange began to happen in my gut as I grabbed and threw myself around on the poles. I was feeling… hotter. I didn’t want to admit it, but somehow showing off my voluptuous body for all these men to see was… turning me on. Thankfully, my set ended not long after I came to this realization. As I entered the backstage, still dripping with sweat and with dollar bills shoved in my leggings, I was forcibly grabbed by two of the bouncers, led towards the rooms in the back. I had no idea what was happening, but I did know this wasn’t normal.

“What’s going on?!” I asked out loud as I was dragged, swiftly receiving a smack to the back of the head in retaliation. The painful sensation was amplified by how sensitive my whole body still was after the procedure, and it took all my self-control to keep from moaning out loud like some sort of cheap slut on the streets.

“The boss said you were going to be the ”entertainment” for the foreign boys tonight.” One of them grinned, grabbing one of my tits and giving it a squeeze.

They pulled me into a private room with a large bed, where several naked men were already waiting for me. They were older Asian men, and it didn’t take a detective to know what was coming next. Against all protests, I was forced to “service” all of them with all of my holes. Treated as little more than a piece of meat, I was made to suck them off as they took turns “sampling” my whole body. As this was happening, I could feel myself shaking and quivering, neither it nor my brain able to fully comprehend what was happening. I hated it, all of this, but I was feeling such pure pleasure the whole time that I began to not care anymore.

Eventually, the men finished with me, leaving me a sweaty, ruined mess on the bed. As soon as they were gone, the bouncers rushed back in grabbing me again. This time they took me into the Boss’s office, where more men were waiting. As soon as I saw who was sitting at the Boss’s desk, my heart sank into my stomach.

It was Don Pantoliano. He stared daggers into my eyes before standing up, a smirk replacing his stern frown as he walked towards me with something in his hand.

“My my my, I honestly wouldn’t have known…” He gloated, dangling my police ID card in front of me as I kneeled on the floor. “The detective… now a slut.”

“Please! I-I-I d-don’t know w-what you’re talking about, s-sir!” I tried to deny, only to get a swift slap to the face from one of his men. I was so dead.

“There’s no use lying to me, ”Pussycat”. Your little charade was doomed from the start.” He began to explain, grabbing a phone from one of his subordinates. “Ah, Lieutenant? Yes, it’s me… uh huh… yep, she’s everything you promised. Good work. The money will be wired to your account shortly… yes, goodbye.”

He hung up the phone, taking a picture of me in my current state before picking up a thin, silver box. Inside of it was a syringe with a familiar, glowing substance.

“Fun fact about that eX-91 you were given, Pussycat… if you inject it a second time, it overwrites your previous form, making the change permanent.”

I tried to jump up and get away from him, but his men were all over me in the blink of an eye. Holding me down, he smirked as he leaned in, injecting the needle into my arm. My veins turned to icy fire as I screamed out in anguish, knowing I’d never be able to go back to normal ever again. The Don simply laughed at me.

“You’re going to make me quite the hefty profit, Pussycat.” He gloated, grabbing me by the chin. “I hope you liked that gangbang earlier, because those men decided they liked you so much that they’re going to buy you and take you to their home country. You’ll get to be their big-titted slut for the rest of your life.”