“Your leadership and tactical talent are undeniable, you have been designated as an asset of the Supreme Authoriry”
If you could muster the strength to spit you would, “I would never lead Supreme Authority enforcers in your reign of oppression.”
“Oh, I’m afraid you won’t ‘Captain MacStone. But lieutenant Lili most definitely will.” The leering scientist says as he presses a button, knocking you out.
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You awake a while later. Naked and in a cold grey room. At first you think it’s a prison or re-education facility, yet this didn’t match any you have raided. Instead it reminds you of the officer quarters you’ve robbed, claiming their intel for the resistance.
“So is this you plan huh? Just stick me here and hope I just accept it?” You hell to no reply.
Looking down at yourself it’s pretty clear though you need some clothes. The harsh environment is unkind to make travelers and even if you do escape this place the acid storms or ember winds will make sort work of you without anything covering your skin.
Looking around the room the only item of clothing to be a found is an officer’s uniform.
The pitch black uniform and stash carries the symbol of the Supreme Authority and strikes fear into all those who gaze upon it,
“Of course..”
You think on your current predicament. Those insane bastards seriously think this is all it takes to get you to join them? Of course they may have more up their sleeves, but something in you felt not skepcial of this. Your nose has not even noticed the chemicals in the air making you more susceptible to this all as a the odourless gas permeates your mind.
You think, you could pretend to slip on the uniform then get out the first chance you get. You might even be able to learn some important infoamtiom about their operations while you’re here.
Smiling a wicked smile you slowly pull the pants over you legs, the chemicals which had been stealthy injected into you eariler making the tight pants push the fat up your body and your dick back witnout you feeling a thing. The cost then went next, the fat continuing to be rearranged as two molds of flesh began to consolidate from all the movement as the stomach shrunk as if held by the tightest corset. It was almost making you kind of pale.
You then take the cap, pulling it over your head as the hair growth serum sprinkled over your head.
Next we’re the boot, with notcisvle heels “Huh, it always was odd how some Supreme Authority officers wore these, just another aspect of their frivolous decadence I suppose” you say, not noticing the collar of your coat squeezing your throat causing firm to rise in pitch as you spoke.
You pull the right boots, barely fitting them on as they shrink your legs and send a wave of fat upwards into the developing breasts.
Statsided you nervously step out into the cold halls of the base, wobbling in your heels hoping no one notices how out of place you assume you seem. Your unfamiliarity with the heels seems to lessen with each step and soon something clicks as you shift into a stride.
Subliminal messaging and influence from chemicals in the clothing take root as you stride through the endless corridors, your hair slowly growing out as it changes to a dark crimson. You see real officers ahead, they have not seen you yet but the sight of them causing another click in your head.
‘An office of the Supreme Authority carries herself in a dignified posture’ echoes so far back in your mind you don’t even consciously notice it. But you do note that you can’t let them see anything is odd with you if you don’t want to get caught out so you swiftly change your lanky undisciplined posture gained from a lifetime in the wastes to something straighter and orderly, more akin to someone raised in the Supreme Authority Safe Zones.
You give the two offices the same salute you’ve spied Supreme Authority officers giving each other in the past, they do the same and soon you pass them. Sighing internally I’m relif you nonetheless retain the posture to keep appearances up, it almost feeling natural.
As you confidently stride forward your legs slender down under the tightness of your pants and boots as chemicals dissolve any hair out on your head, which in turn continues to go beyond the cap while also straining out and becoming clean instead of the dirty disease ridden mops typical of waste dwellers.
Waking forward, you continue to try to find your way across the base.