Agent XX

 I considered failure a remote possibility, but against an enemy as cunning and dangerous as The International Terror Syndicate,  it was only sensible to prepare  for the worst.

So I trained my body and mind  to resist even the most extreme interrogation.  No matter what they did to me, I swore T.I.T.S would not turn me against the Agency.

Only after the mission went south, and I found myself trapped in the secret Volcano lair of Professor Tori Grey did it begin to dawn on me how truly ruthless they could be. 

The Professor taunted me as her TG serum stripped away my manhood. Softening my combat-hardened muscles into soft curves. Robbing me of 8 inches in height and the proud 10 inches between my legs, as perky breasts swelled on my chest.

But it wasn't the loss of my balls or Tori's firm, correcting hand on my plump new behind  that ultimately broke me. It wasn't even the incredible  pleasure she expertly wrung from my transformed body as I begged and moaned beneath her. 

No, the thing that made me betray my colleagues, my country, the whole world was when my mistress finally relented after more orgasms than I could count. Leaned in close and whispered the two simple words in my ear to seal my fate, "good girl."