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From the public perspective, no one would expect that the two most successful automotive companies, Thorn and Cacti, were engrossed in a long-standing feud against each other. No, this was not a battle of who had the most customers or earned the most sales, but it was a conflict between life and death. Until now, they had been in a state of physical war, each sending skilled assassins to subvert their rival. This antagonism, however, was hidden from the public, so no one knew exactly what was happening except a select few. Even retired employees were obliged to stay quiet by contract, or they would be assassinated immediately should they reveal their secret.

As years passed, physical weaponry was becoming less and less effective. To maintain their lead, Cacti resorted to biological weaponry, which was debatable in terms of ethics but dependable. Nevertheless, ethics meant nothing in the world of business. They hired venerable scientists from all over the world to create a deadly weapon with virtually no cure. Before they knew it, it was already ready for deployment, colorless and odorless poisonous gas.

An experienced agent was sent to Thorn to distribute the poison, packaged as a timed bomb, into their ventilation system. After exactly two hours, it exploded, and the gas circulated throughout the entire building, causing mass coughing. Many employees evacuated before further symptoms manifested, but the owner's son, Jayden, was locked in the bathroom. Since it was a fast-acting poison, he did not have enough time to save himself as weakness quickly engulfed his body. He tumbled onto the floor, gasping for air, but for some reason he felt relaxed.

That was when he noticed his body was morphing in the mirror. His hair elongated to just below his neck, whereas his nose shrank into a petite size. His tanned skin acquired a lighter tone as if it had been revitalized. As the fat in his stomach was relocated to his thighs and butts, increasing their size, the feminine curve around his hips became more prominent. Albeit barely visible, the whole time his breasts had been growing too. Meanwhile, the mysterious warm sensation in his crotch was a prelude to the birth of a new vagina that was replacing his crumbling manhood. With that, he had completely turned into a girl.

Jayden elbowed her way to a stall as a stomachache suddenly attacked. She unzipped her pants trying to urinate, but was shocked by her manhood's absence. In panic, she tugged her jeans down, then perched on the bowl. After unloading her filth, she was relieved, but soon an itchy sensation pervaded the area near her vagina. Unable to withstand the compulsion, she began rubbing her sensitive parts. She was moaning like crazy, overflowing with pleasure. She seemed to enjoy everything so far, and she could not even control her hands anymore.

Days passed after the incident, Jayden was reported dead in a car crash, but it was just a whitewash to curb the public's incessant inquiring. The real Jayden was still breathing yet stuck in her room, brainwashed. She was unable to suppress her urge to masturbate, and she would often pose in erotic positions. Only time would tell whether Thorn would launch a counter-attack.

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From the public perspective, no one would expect that the two most successful automotive companies, Thorn and Cacti, were engrossed in a long-standing feud against each other. No, this was not a battle of who had the most customers or earned the most sales, but it was a conflict between life and death. Until now, they had been in a state of physical war, each sending skilled assassins to subvert their rival. This antagonism, however, was hidden from the public, so no one knew exactly what was happening except a select few. Even retired employees were obliged to stay quiet by contract, or they would be assassinated immediately should they reveal their secret.

As years passed, physical weaponry was becoming less and less effective. To maintain their lead, Cacti resorted to biological weaponry, which was debatable in terms of ethics but dependable. Nevertheless, ethics meant nothing in the world of business. They hired venerable scientists from all over the world to create a deadly weapon with virtually no cure. Before they knew it, it was already ready for deployment, colorless and odorless poisonous gas.

An experienced agent was sent to Thorn to distribute the poison, packaged as a timed bomb, into their ventilation system. After exactly two hours, it exploded, and the gas circulated throughout the entire building, causing mass coughing. Many employees evacuated before further symptoms manifested, but the owner's son, Jayden, was locked in the bathroom. Since it was a fast-acting poison, he did not have enough time to save himself as weakness quickly engulfed his body. He tumbled onto the floor, gasping for air, but for some reason he felt relaxed.

That was when he noticed his body was morphing in the mirror. His hair elongated to just below his neck, whereas his nose shrank into a petite size. His tanned skin acquired a lighter tone as if it had been revitalized. As the fat in his stomach was relocated to his thighs and butts, increasing their size, the feminine curve around his hips became more prominent. Albeit barely visible, the whole time his breasts had been growing too. Meanwhile, the mysterious warm sensation in his crotch was a prelude to the birth of a new vagina that was replacing his crumbling manhood. With that, he had completely turned into a girl.

Jayden elbowed her way to a stall as a stomachache suddenly attacked. She unzipped her pants trying to urinate, but was shocked by her manhood's absence. In panic, she tugged her jeans down, then perched on the bowl. After unloading her filth, she was relieved, but soon an itchy sensation pervaded the area near her vagina. Unable to withstand the compulsion, she began rubbing her sensitive parts. She was moaning like crazy, overflowing with pleasure. She seemed to enjoy everything so far, and she could not even control her hands anymore.

Days passed after the incident, Jayden was reported dead in a car crash, but it was just a whitewash to curb the public's incessant inquiring. The real Jayden was still breathing yet stuck in her room, brainwashed. She was unable to suppress her urge to masturbate, and she would often pose in erotic positions. Only time would tell whether Thorn would launch a counter-attack.