“So Agent Martins, She is the most recent of your cases assigned to us?” the Factory’s current case handler remarked to the financial investor agent over this ponytail light-brown haired and green eyed Caucasian woman in her mid-30s wearing a standard gray skirt suit currently handcuffed to said agent. “Natasha Relends. As of the end of last week the CEO of the dissolved High-Diamonds Tech Company” Agent Martins introduced. “THIS IS ILLEGAL AND YOU BLOODY KNOW IT YOU IMPOSTER” Natasha insisted while trying to get away from the agent but the extra cuff to her right wrist to his prevented that. “Not at all miss Relends... a number of governments, yours included in terms of origins, fund us and by the new laws if a company is declared ‘severely overdrawn’ in funds areas like ours can be handed over the dept holders in place of payments. Most assured in events of companies in pure red with no hope of black again” the case handler countered “This way for evaluations”.
A litter later within the process sector of the factory “Ah Laura... what have we here today?” This bright but unusually strong-looking male staff member asked the case worker. Laura then provided to go over the file Agent Martins had given her “Natasha Relends. Ex-CEO of dissolved High-Diamonds Tech Company from results of investing the company reserves funds into an illegal investment overseas-”. “We never sent a single penny” Natasha argued. “Not what investigators uncovered” Laura countered before saying to her college “looks of it Scott we’ll be needing an adapter helmet”. “Ah damn it... Laura you know how much I hate those” Scott cried out “Hell this place wasn’t created to tear away humanity completely you know”. “And yet the board demands a great count of women to match the men in our counterpart divisions at least for the main phase and merely willing subjects has so far failed to get that” Laura argued.
Before she knew it Natasha was being pulled through the famous tank room that women taken here are kept between the main process and release. Hocking her more as opposed to most of this ‘Factory’s’ victims just being held submerged in tanks most of them also had these wired helmets on with wires leading to devices just outside the tanks. “Look this’ll not work out... besides the lies of this fraudster agent I can’t swim very well... I failed 100 meters at as kid” Natasha pleaded. “And we’ve sent women here who float like anvils who are now among the best mermaids turned out here” Agent Martins countered.
“Now... about the name... volunteers are often asked and accepted but it will be your last ‘legged’ choice?” Laura inquired while tapping her pen to her mouth. “I AM NOT GOING THROUGH THIS” Natasha protested while groining agent Martins. “Nixie should do based on your soon to be former name” Laura then stated while writing it down on the forms. “And you’ll be betting I’ll be suing you” Natasha continued. “Sadly for you, you won’t remember” Scott apologised as he helped Agent Martins “See those helmets... for those very resistant to the process are subjected to brainwave rewriting” he then gets an injection needle out “while your body adapts your mind will be altered to better fit your new lifestyle”. “No... PLEASE DON’T” Natasha pleaded as Scott forced the needle into her and knocked her out. “We’ll take it from here Agent Martins” Scott then assured. “You know the drill with this by now Dr Max. I’m to monitor the subject until the tail has fused and she’s tanked” Agent Martins countered.
Before long in the Lab “Fully naked this time huh?” Laura pondered as she noticed Natasha coming into place above the moon pool “79th this year”. “Have had all volunteer ones stripping off their bras and tops once in the ocean and the brain rewriting has the forced made to embrace the sisterhood” Scott reminded his college. “Right, well... very least we’ve been in very little trouble with the environmental divisions for discarded clothing lately” Laura accepted.
Before long the three just watched as this deep red fish leaped from the water and engulfed Natasha’s lower body, it’s eyes then dissolving away as they closed up while the tongue wrapped itself around where it had grabbed Natasha’s waist and melded down leaving a flawless transition from skin to scales. As seen many times before by Laura and Scott Natasha’s breasts expanded, from modest B cups to great D cups while her now loose hair lengthened and turned red from roots to ends. As the process finished two new staff members appeared carting a tank connected to a rewrite device “And now the brainwashing” Scott emotionally called as he and Laura worked with the new staff members to get Natasha in the tank and attach the helmet: