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A Young Business for Rayoelgatubelo by Draconicon

It wasn't the first time that Galina woke up in a tube. After all, the motherland didn't take kindly to promiscuous agents, and re-education was more of a thing than the West might believe. However, it was the first time such had happened outside of her homeland, and certainly the first time in Japan.

She realized that she was naked immediately, but didn't bother covering herself. Galina knew that her body was perhaps her greatest weapon at any time, and if there was so much as a single straight man in the lab, she had a chance to get out.

Collecting herself, the Soviet agent placed her hands gingerly on the thick glass tube around her, feeling it in the darkness. The smoothness could be nothing but glass, but even as she leaned forward, she couldn't see through it. It was too -

Schick.

The sound of sliding metal nearly made her jump back, but she stopped herself in time. The retreating metal plate around the glass allowed some light in, but not much. She could barely see in silhouettes through it. How did they -

She glanced up on instinct, and saw the tiny holes for cameras at the top of her tube. Clever, she thought. Keep it too thick to break through, but don't lose your ability to watch what is going on.

A quick glance down revealed similar holes along the bottom, including one that she was standing on. The others, however, probably had views similar to what her lover last night had been enjoying. She chuckled slightly at the memory, but suppressed it immediately. It was more important to find out how to get out of this in one piece. She tapped on the glass again, this time louder.

"Hello? Hello, is someone out there?"

"We know that you know there is, Galina."

She bit her lip. So, they knew what her name was; she'd been posing as Bella, a girl from Central Europe for this trip. If they knew that...

"In our country, we don't take kindly to liars. Not only is it a problem for our bureaucrats, but it leaves most of us trusting each other a little bit less. Our courts have decided that you shall be treated in the same way that you have treated us; deceitfully, and secretly."

Explains why I don't get a phone call; I thought the West was supposed to have changed this place.

"After some debate, it has been decided to give you into the hands of Dr. Katashi Harasaki. He has some new ideas for jumpstarting our economy after the long depression after the war, and the government supports him. Doctor, if you would?"

"Thank you, my honorable friend. Hello, my dear lady. Goodness, but you are overdeveloped, aren't you?"

Galina didn't bother answering. She had a feeling that whatever was planned for her was going to happen regardless of what she said. The only hope she had was that it wasn't something instantaneous. If it was something dragged out over time, she could eventually get a message home, and then -

One of the silhouettes outside the tube stepped over to a darker shadow by it. A control console, she imagined, particularly as he seemed to be typing commands into it. Doctor Harasaki's slimy voice came over the intercom again.

"Did you know that there is a vast demand for little girls in the world?"

"I hope you don't expect me to roleplay, doctor."

"Not at all. I just plan to bring out your inner child."

"I killed her a long time ago, about the time I got these."

She nudged her breasts, and got a pleasant - though strange - feeling of satisfaction at seeing Doctor Harasaki's silhouette shudder.

"Do not do that again. You are far too overdeveloped for my tastes."

"Really? And what is your taste? Little girls? Or little boys?"

She chuckled, only to bite her tongue as a current of electricity ran up her legs. The sudden shock left her in more than a little pain, and she was left shaking a little bit after it disappeared. She swore that the doctor was looking at her when she glanced back at him.

"Don't test me, little girl."

"I'm not one of your narrow-eyed blushing slaves, Harasaki. You might as well tell a bear to stop growling."

"A bear is a bear, a cub is a cub. And you, Galina, are no bear. At least, you won't be for long."

He pressed a button, and the tube suddenly began to fill with gas. Galina coughed as the first spray of it hit her right in the face, and unconsciously sucked it in. Almost immediately, she was overcome with a feeling of heat running through her body, and the Soviet agent shook her head.

Not good. Whatever this is, it's dangerous.

She closed her mouth and held her breath, but no sooner had she done that than the electricity started again. Galina screamed at the sudden jolt, and sucked in another breath of the gas. Every time she tried to hold back, she was zapped again and again until she gave in and took another breath.

The gas was settling deep within her. In addition to the heat, she could feel something else. Through all her limbs, it felt like hooks were settling into her bones, scratching at them and shaving them with invisible claws. Each time they went over her, pulling from her ankles and her wrists towards her shoulders, it felt like there was a little less left behind. She couldn't be sure, but it actually looked like her extremities were growing closer to her body.

And that wasn't the worst thing. Even as she looked at her hands, she saw something impossible. Black fur, the same color as the hair on her head, began to sprout from the backs of her hands, and her nails, painted and crafted so wonderfully, darkened and browned.

"What -" She coughed. "What is this?!"

"The start of a new business for the Land of the Rising Sun. I told you, men everywhere want little girls to play with, but the laws forbid us to sell actual children. But a blend of children and animal...yes, that gets around the law rather nicely."

"But I'm not a child!"

"You will be."

The gas continued to work her over, and as the black fur spread across her body, she saw that it brought other changes with it. Her legs shrank further and further up her body, her ankles rising up with her legs as they shifted and twisted from the strange gas. She'd lost almost two feet of her former height, bringing her to slightly less than four feet tall, and she was still shrinking.

She twisted her hands around, looking at the pads that were growing on her palms. Her nails were twisted outwards, turned from womanly talons to wretched claws. She could only stare in shock, particularly as her muzzle grew in, the black furred distortion of her face leaving her cross-eyed before she reached up and grabbed at it.

"No...no this can't be happening. I'm a woman! I'm a beautiful woman!"

Even as she shouted it, her chest began to shrink. She brought her hands to her large breasts, feeling them empty under her hands. The fat disappeared first, and then the skin tightened, leaving brief moments when the flesh hung like empty balloons over her chest. Each time they tightened, she whimpered - a horrible, bestial sound to her ears - as she hoped that it was done, but instead it happened again, and again, and again, each time taking away more of her breasts. With the number of times she'd taunted other agents with them, bought herself time, used them to get out of a situation, it was like being disarmed of her best weapons.

But there was another problem. As she shrank, her body compacting itself into a smaller and smaller shell, she could feel that her insides weren't shrinking quite fast enough to keep up. Oh, her heart and her lungs were alright, if cramped as they hurried to catch up. So was her liver and her kidneys. However, there was one organ that was rapidly being squeezed, and there was no way that she could hold back for much longer if it didn't stop.

"Please...No! Don't make me do this! Stop it now!"

"There is no mercy for Soviet spies."

She couldn't even say what she was talking about. Her body was too tiny to be taken seriously, barely over three and a half feet tall. Her hips had lost all curves, and her chest was flatter than a boy's. A tail curled down over her flat ass, and she whimpered as she squeezed her legs together.

"Please! You've taken everything! Stop!"

There was no response, no mercy. And as her bladder was squeezed to the limits of its capacity, Galina screamed as she was forced to let it loose. Her legs heated as her piss flowed out in a golden shower, staining her fur and matting it down from the constant flow. There was no way that she could stop it, and though there was some sense of relief at the pressure and pain in her going down, there was no stop to the shame of being on camera, in sight of these scientists, as she was humiliated so thoroughly.

It had even been caught on tape, she realized as she looked down. One camera lens was still being hit by her piss as it kept flowing out, but she couldn't stop. Galina finally covered herself, embarrassed and shamed beyond all that she had ever imagined.

Slowly, the tube rose up, and several strong security officers stepped in. She tried to lash out at them, but they picked her up by the arms and lifted her right off the ground. She got her first look at Doctor Harasaki. He was short, barely five feet tall, but he still towered over her new height. Galina swore that he was bulging his pants, too, but she didn't want to think about that as she was pulled over to him.

He touched her, prodding and poking her from head to toe, though he snapped on a glove before going below her waist. The feeling of his finger inside of her immature pussy made her want to snap at him, but she was held back too firmly for that.

Finally, he pulled back, throwing the glove in the trash.

"Take her to the training ward, and tie her down. A size two vibrator will be good to start her off on."

"Yes, sir."

Galina had no idea how long she'd been tied up, but she knew how many vibrators she'd gone through in that time. Four. Four different sizes, each one scaling up to a new strength in vibration and a new size to spread her tiny little pussy open. The black lab - she'd found out her breed yesterday - groaned, her toes curling and her face curled up in a grimace as she tried to adjust to the latest one, fully two inches wide with the vibrating tip pressed precisely against her cervix. Something about it left her feeling stirred up rather than pained, as though it was pressing a button to start her cycle.

Ridiculous, of course, her body was too young for that. But...She looked down at herself. Then again, this whole thing was ridiculous. Who knew if they planned to sell her or use her to breed more of their 'child slaves', but whatever it was, she knew that she was in hell.

I need an owner...preferably one easy to manipulate. Just give me that instead of breeding, and I'll be fine.

She told herself that again and again, even as someone came in to change the toy once more. Galina gritted her teeth, and continued to hope.

The End