[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Mind Control, and Non-Consent]
The bag over Agent Rio's head smelled like sweat and perfume. How many women had been forced to wear it before her? Had they ever even bothered to wash the damn thing?
Agent Rio refocused her attention. 38 steps since they had turned left, 75 steps before that had been a stair case. The route played out in her mind. Rio would escape, and put down the men who had dared put handcuffs on her like fucking dogs. A leash was connected to the handcuffs, dragging her along towards a destination she could not see.
Rio had no idea how she had been caught. One moment she had been listening to a conversation between Mafia Capos, and then the next the vents were flooded with a pink gas. Rio had woken up who knows how long later, handcuffed and, more importantly, pissed.
The leash pulled on her cuffs, causing her to stumble forward. A gruff voice pierced through the darkness of the bag. "Keep up whore, the boss wants you processed and ready to talk in an hour." She heard a chuckle. "Plus, I want to have some fun myself..."
Rio grimaced. This particular Mafia group supplied every brothel in the area with a constant stream of flesh. It was an impossible feat, there was no way there was that many women willing to be enslaved by the lowest of the low. Rio needed to find out what they did to the women they kidnapped to make them so...compliant. Once she had seen enough, she would break the handcuffs and leave.
Rio heard a door open, and the gruff man grabbed her by the shoulder. She was shoved into the room, and to her surprise, the handcuffs unlocked the moment the door to the room closed. Rio immediately tore the bag off her head and looked around.
The walls of the room were a pure smooth white, making her think of a hospital or an insane asylum. One wall was taken up entirely by a mirror. Rio looked at it, curious. What did this mirror have to do with being "processed"? Rio was the only thing in the mirror, her medium length red hair a mess due to being shoved in the bag for far too long. Rio sighed at the state of her black and yellow body suit. It was torn in several places, exposing the toned muscles on her arms and stomach.
Boredom was starting to take over. Just as she was about to look away from the mirror, she did a double take at her face.
The mirror image of Rio was smiling. Rio put a hand to her lips. She wasn't smiling at all, and yet the mirror image of her continued to grin at her. Every other movement and aspect of her was the same, all except for that damn empty-headed smile. Rio rubbed her eyes and looked back at the mirror. She gasped.
The Mirror Rio's tits had doubled in size. Not only that, the torn suit showed that her toned muscles had been replaced by soft pudgy skin. The mirror Rio had become soft, and she was smiling even wider then before.
Rio looked down at her own body and sighed in relief. Her muscles were still present, and she flexed her arms just to comfort herself. What the hell was going on?
Rio looked back at the mirror and immediately wished she hadn't. The Mirror Rio was completely naked now. Her abs were gone, replaced by a soft belly. The Mirror Rio had departed from Agent Rio's movements, and had begun finger herself. The empty-headed smile was broken up by silent moans and heavy breathing.
That made Rio step back. Her own breathing was getting heavier. She shook her head. Had they given her something? Was this a drug induced hallucination? It felt so...*real*.
Agent Rio looked around the room. She needed to find a way out. There were too many unknowns to allow herself to go along with this "processing".
While looking around the room, she tried to keep her eyes away from the mirror. However, movement at the edge of her vision made her instinctively turn towards it.
