Published: Mar 8, 2025

My one-hundred and ninetieth caption, featuring a former KGB agent and his American "partner"…

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Anisim Belov was a former KGB agent, living in 1990s Western Europe. When the Soviet Union had dissolved, Anisim had been put out of his old intelligence job overnight, leaving him with little except what he had in his head. So, using contacts he had gathered over the years, he began working as an arms dealer, exporting surplus Soviet weapons, vehicles, and equipment all across the globe. His “partner” was a stubborn American, a former CIA agent called Callum Mills who had been “let go” by his own organization in 1991. Anisim really hated Callum’s guts, but combining their talents and contacts together made them a force to be reckoned with when it came to international dealings. Well… most of the time it did.

One day, Callum brought a crate into Anisim’s “shop”. Inside of the crate was an old “storage tank” of some kind, stenciled with old Cyrillic characters that were chipped away and missing in many parts. It was obviously Soviet in origin, but Anisim couldn’t tell what was written on it or what it even was as Callum wheeled it inside. Callum had a bad habit of finding things that were “cool” or “unusual”, then dropping them on Anisim’s doorstep.

“What is this shit?” Anisim exclaimed as Callum slowly lowered the hand truck, resting the rusty hunk of junk right in the middle of the shop.

“Not too sure… one of my contacts found it inside some old research facility in Kosvinsky Mountain. Your old communist friends used to run some kind of “special project” out of that area in the 60s and 70s.” Callum answered, scratching his head. “What do you think?”

“I think it looks like old, rusted junk.” Anisim dismissed, voice dripping with annoyance as Callum crossed his arms, none of Anisim’s anger seemingly registering to him. “I told you to stop bringing shit here. You still haven’t moved garbage you brought here last time.”

“Relax, compadre. I’ve already got a big client lined up for this thing. Some kind of up-and-coming biotech company in the good’old U.S. of A.” Callum reassured, giving his “friend” a few good pats on the back. “Not sure why they want it, but money is money, right? Anyways, I’ll be back around 8am tomorrow with my client to pick this thing back up. It’ll only be here overnight, so keep your panties on.”

“Capitalist pig…” Anisim exclaimed under his breath as Callum left, leaving the thing in the middle of his shop. Anisim didn’t want it out in the open, given how he needed to move a crate of AK-74s through tonight, so in a huff, he pulled back sharply on the hand truck to move it somewhere else, out of the way. However, Anisim did it too fast, causing the hand truck to tilt, the odd-looking tank sliding right off onto the floor.

As soon as it hit the ground, a sharp screech rang out as the tank’s pressurized contents were shot out into the air. Before Anisim had a chance to react, he was engulfed in a cloud of gas, both blinding and choking him. He instantly lost all strength in his body as he tried to cover his face, falling to the floor as it overtook him. Anisim’s breathing became shallow as his body rapidly shrunk, taking on smaller, thinner proportions as his face became more androgynous in tone. His high-and-tight brown hair instantly grew out, permanently becoming white as well. His once above-average manhood shrunk down to little more than a highly-sensitive clitoris at the tip of a moist, virgin vagina. Anisim grabbed at his, now her, crotch in a vain attempt to “find” it, only for their brain to be wracked by an explosion of new, feminine sensations. That was only the beginning though, as her pants began to strain and rip under the pressure from her growing hips and ass. Her pants finally gave way with a pop, two doughy, fleshy cheeks getting their first exposure to fresh air. Anisim’s waist caved in, giving her a brief sense of nausea, before the biggest change occurred. Her shirt and jacket practically exploded as two, massive jiggly globes of premium, J-cup tits grew outwards, sensitive to touch and even the smallest movements.

The gas that had been inside of the tank eventually dissipated, allowing Anisim to breathe normal air again. The former man was already several fingers deep into her new pussy, completely overcome with female sensations that were only further amplified by her heightened hormone levels. She didn’t care if she was sprawled out on a cold, concrete floor at that moment, she needed release and she needed it more than anything else in the world. As if some cosmic force was hearing her thoughts, the last person Anisim would have normally wanted to see walked back in.

“Hey, I’m back! Sorry, I forgot my… what the hell is that smell? Smells like berries and acetone…” Callum absent-mindedly commented, the gas now far too diluted by the atmosphere to affect him at all. “Is there some kind of chemical spill or somethi-”

Callum was cut off as Anisim pounced on him from above, her tits and other naughty bits still fully exposed. Callum’s training kicked in as he tried to counter his assailant, only for him to come face-to-face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And she looked borderline feral.

“There you are, American bastard!” She exclaimed, eyes wide with lust as she tried to take his pants off. Callum could hardly believe what he was seeing. “I hate you, God I hate you, but I need you, badly! Fuck me, Callum! Fuck me like a cheap whore! I want it!”

“A-Anisim?! What happened to you? You’re a babe!” He muttered, trying to come to terms with the situation as his dick grew rock hard.

“I don’t know, some kind of gas… who cares?! Fuck me already, you pig!” She began to explain before dismissing it entirely.

Callum briefly weighed his options, knowing a better man wouldn’t accept demands like this from someone who was, just moments ago, one of his business partners. But… Callum wasn’t a better man. He was an opportunist, one with a hot woman in front of him, begging for sex. Callum gave into his former “friend’s” demands, taking off his pants and pounding her as hard as he possibly could. Her moans echoed through the shop for hours, long after Callum had run out of positions to try. He and “Anisia” both passed out in bed together, having satiated each other’s lusts.

Months later, both had entered into a more “formal” relationship, with Anisia and Callum now working directly for a weapons manufacturer to promote their goods. Anisia was more than happy to shill for them, as long as Callum was nearby to give her a good dicking afterwards…