[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Mind Control, and Non-Consent]
If there was one thing being a private investigator had done, it was solidify Gabriella's hatred of people. Whiny clients, the same stories of "Is my wife cheating on me?", and "What do you mean you don't find missing pets!" had slowly cranked her pessimism up over the years. It was a job that she loved, but lord did Gabriella hate it.
Today was one of those jobs she hated, but the money was good. The most recent request of "Is my husband cheating on me?" had brought her to a sketchy warehouse at three in the morning. The client in question was worried about why her husband kept leaving the house at this ungodly hour, which was fair. The cheating angle didn't make much sense; unless the husband wanted to be caught. Leaving constantly with no excuses wasn't exactly subtle.
It tugged at her nosy nature. The man had been inside for over two hours. Several other cars were parked outside the warehouse, lazily hidden in the trees. A group meeting then. Was he being blackmailed? It would certainly explain why he left in such a hurry every night.
Sitting in the car was getting Gabriella nowhere. She stepped out into the cold night air and pulled her coat tighter. The cold often made her regret her french bob cut, which left her neck exposed to the elements. She grimaced as her nipples hardened under her push up bra. Self sexualization was a great way to get an extra 20 dollars added to her hourly rate, but God was it uncomfortable.
Gabriella kept to the shadows and made her way up to the building. Her camera hung off of her neck, bouncing softly with every step. She peaked through a window and winced through the bright lights.
She gasped.
It was a goddamn orgy. Or at least the start of one. Five naked men and seven naked women stood in the room. Their clothes were neatly folded and placed on a table against the wall. Gabriella blinked a few times while looking at the women. Their proportions made no sense. They had the largest tits she had ever seen. Shapely asses and ridiculously thick lips. They almost felt like parodies, a flock of advertisements for scummy men's magazines. A well of disdain and disgust formed inside of her.
It appeared she had caught them at the foreplay stage. Even that was strange. They were using purple paint on eachother, though she couldn't exactly tell what they were painting. She pulled up her camera and used it to zoom in more. *Aw, there here he is* she thought. Her target was giving her a nice angle of a whore kneeling in front of his...cock...
She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The thing was massive! Impossibly so. A foot long at least, thicker then a soda can. How the hell did he have enough blood to pump into it? A brief scan showed that all of the male members had similar sized cocks. Her eyes almost fell out of her head when she saw one of the female members did too.
Something twitched inside Gabriella but she pushed those thoughts away. She took several pictures, making sure to get a good shot of her target holding the bimbos head.
"Oh? What do we have here? A nosy little pervert?"
Gabriella turned towards the feminine voice. Before she could see the source, there was a flash of purple light, and then nothing.
Gabriella came to slowly, the world taking shape around her. She was strapped to a table, wearing only her underwear. Why? Her head was fuzzy and she wasn't sure how she got there. A naked woman with huge tits painted with purple tendrils stood over her, and it all came back.
Gabriella strained against the cuffs holding her to the table. She looked around frantically "Who do you people think you are! My roommate knows I'm here, so you better let me go or expect the cops real soon!" A complete lie, but nobody would ever risk that right?
The woman smiled. Her hair was red, and she had stunningly green eyes. "I don't think so. Even if what you say is true, the police chief's wife is in the next room. A few sultry words and all of this will go away." Her smile widened, mocking Gabriella.
Gabriella paled. "OK OK, I'm sorry, you can keep the camera! Just let me go and we can pretend none of this ever happened." Also a lie. She was reporting these people for kidnapping as soon as she got out the door.
The green eyed woman sighed, "I can't in good conscience let you go. There's a very deep sense of unhappiness inside of you."
Gabriella's fear mingled with confusion. Was this woman trying to recruit her into something? "I can handle my unhappiness on my own thank you, though I'll take a pamphlet if that'll help." Being casual was the only thing making her feel strong in this situation.
The woman chuckled softly, a wonderful musical sound. "No no, that won't do at all. I mean, just look at these" the woman grabbed Gabriella's tits, causing her to gasp sharply. "Pathetically small, and you know this. Why else would you wear a push up bra?"
Gabriella wanted to scream. All of this and the bimbo wanted her to have plastic surgery? "Respectfully, I'm happy with my body. The bra is just a tool to make men give me more money." Gabriella blinked. Why had she admitted that?
The woman giggled, "Of course sweety, but imagine how much more you could make if you had *these*!" The woman lifted up her tits and dropped them onto Gabriella's stomach. They were heavy!
She had no answer. The woman was working on a sense of logic that Gabriella couldn't begin to understand. The only option left was to endure until she could escape. "I-i see.." she said softly, that twitching feeling appearing inside of her again.
The woman clapped her hands together "Hooray! Let's get you prepped then sweetie!" Without skipping a beat, the woman began painting purple tendrils onto Gabriella's arms and legs. "My name's Mckenna!" she said "Whats yours?"
