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Officer (Rebirth.exe)
🕑 Added 2025-04-09 22:47:21 +0000 UTCYou’re alone in your room, hunched over your glowing monitor, the hum of your PC the only sound cutting through the silence. You’re supposed to be gaming tonight, but instead you’ve stumbled onto a strange, glitchy website called Rebirth.exe. It looks like a relic from the early internet—black background, lime green text, strange animated icons flickering. You scroll through a long list of files.
Your eyes land on one called Officer.exe.
You smirk. “Why not?” You double-click it. The screen flashes bright white—and everything changes.
Your body lurches back in your chair as a wave of heat crashes through you, electric and sensual. You try to stand, but your legs feel like they’re melting and reshaping beneath you. You moan—unexpectedly, uncontrollably—as something tight pulls in your chest, then swells outward with a burst of pressure. Your shirt strains, then splits, as two full, round breasts push forward, impossibly sensitive to the air now brushing against your skin.
You reach up instinctively, and your fingers brush long, straight strands of hair spilling past your shoulders. Your face tingles as your cheekbones rise, your jaw softens, and your lips plump into a naturally pouty shape. Even blinking feels different—more delicate, more seductive.
Another moan escapes your lips as your hips flare out suddenly, your thighs thickening and your legs reshaping into long, curvy pillars of strength. Your manhood tingles, shrinking, folding inward as your body fully gives in to its new feminine form. There's a final pop of blissful heat as your ass plumps out, stretching the tight new uniform forming over your skin. You run your hands over it, gasping—it feels incredible. So full. So perfect. So wrong, but so right.
Black boots rise over your calves, laced tight and thick-soled. A navy-blue zip-up bodysuit hugs every inch of your new figure, emphasizing your breasts, your tiny waist, and your rounded hips. A thick utility belt hugs your hips, holding a badge, cuffs, and a pair of sleek gloves. You feel strong, but undeniably feminine, like power wrapped in allure. A dark police cap settles on your head just as your transformation completes. You instinctively tip it, flashing a sultry smirk without even thinking.
You stumble up from your desk, only your desk isn’t there anymore.
The world around you has changed completely. You’re in a modern, stylish apartment—neutral tones, sleek furniture, and a few decorations that scream professional woman with a wild side. A large mirror on the wall lets you see your full reflection. She’s beautiful—no, you’re beautiful.
Your thighs rub together slightly as you move, the curve of your ass swaying behind you with each step. You feel so good, so sensitive, every little movement sending tiny thrills through your new form. The air itself feels thick with female energy, with desire. There’s no trace of the man you once were.
And that realization makes you ache with need.
Your thoughts are shifting. You should be panicking. But instead you’re admiring yourself in the mirror, biting your lip, fingers slowly trailing down your body as you murmur, “Officer on duty…” You feel hot, powerful, irresistible.
