“Shit!” The startled, slightly petulant, exclamation pulled Jessica’s eyes over to her best friend Carol, and she found a smirk forming on her own overinflated lips, it looked like Carol had managed to jab herself again with those long nails they’d given her.
Jessica then found her head shaking in disbelief; it was hard to believe that even WAS Carol over there. Carol had insisted that she was going on the mission, but due to her public identity and high profile they had REALLY taken the boat out on her “disguise”; most of it was due to incredibly precise applications of Pym Particles, first they took a whole foot off her height, then they played with her muscle mass, shrinking muscles and increasing her other soft tissues to compensate, this turned her from a commanding 5' 11" amazon with a definite hardbody, to a soft, petite pixie with curves and only 4' 11".
Then they dipped her in a special “smart depilatory” removing every hair on her body, even her eyelashes; they then carefully applied an “activation serum” to the top of her head and where her eyebrows and eyelashes should be which caused it all to grow back in the space of an hour, while leaving the rest of her body “permanently” devoid of hair and baby smooth...only the hair all grew back in dark brunette, indeed basically raven’s wing black, just as they’d intended.
One hair treatment later and they’d turned a naturally blonde Amazon into tiny little peroxide blonde pixie...and they still weren’t done.
They inflated her lips, plumpt up her ass and slapped a pair of utterly fake E-Cup tits on her chest; they pierced both ears multiple times, as well as two studs through her tongue which combined with her lips and the way they’d tightened her vocal cords, gave her a little girl voice with a cute little lisp. There was a little heart tattooed above her pierced clit, and “Slut” tattooed across her expanded right ass cheek in large cursive script, along with a cute little hummingbird on her left ankle.
They’d then wrapped all this in a tight, fire engine red PVC tube skirt, with a neck line so low it revealed a foot or more of cleavage, a hemline so high only just missed out on exposing her crotch and pick-a-boo window revealing the underside of her considerable rack...someone who looked less like Carol Danvers could barley be conceived...
But it went beyond even that, Carol was a former “intelligence office” (i.e. Spy, Spook etc) who was very...method in her approach to a cover. That meant that since she’d come in the room, she’d been jiggling around on her skyscraper heels, acting like a brainless, overlay friendly little tart...the effect was actually so “good” it was a little disturbing...in fact if she didn’t know better she’d swear that Carol was getting off on this whole situation...