The next day standing on stage a man in a formal suit spoke to the media, he was a public official with large dark lines of exhaustion under his eyes. As he addressed the world, the man's eyes lingered on the camera as he spoke with a deadpan tone. Behind him stood a large american flag with a picture of the former US capital hung solemnly.
A reminder of the tragedy that shook the nation, a symbol of never losing hope in this world.
It was an unfortunate normal thing in this modern day with the future looking ever bleak that many towns around the world looked this way. Speaking directly to the point, with zero emotion mixed into it he cut to the chase.
"It is confirmed both people sent in by accident into dungeon 305 are alive, and are in complete health. From now on a twenty kilometre ban has been issued for all unapproved personnel going near this dungeon, certain women can visit under supervision."
"Can anyone enter this dungeon?"
"No, only women can enter it. Further investigation will explain more."
"Why can men not enter?"
"Yeah, why only women?"
Raising his hands to silence the reporters, the man shot a glare at the reporters. There was many places people had to be sealed away from for their own safety all over the united states, adding one more to this list was nothing special. Rolling his eyes at the people demanding to know why only some were allowed near it, he didn't respond to their questions either.
The older scheming agent woman looked at him, watching his performance fully aware it was her holding the strings. She was the one who pushed the task of explaining onto him in exchange for a date with the new hot survivor Isabella from the dungeon. Isabella was a stunner that was on the tip of every man's tongue, a woman too sexy to ignore.
To prove the deal was legitimate, Isabela had already sent to his cell phone several nude photos. Fueling his temptation to get his hands upon this borderline superstar of a woman, he could see her in the audience winking at him. Answering their questions while dreaming of her body, his focus was never on anything else.
"The dungeon wants to protect women as far as we know. We will fully investigate any other reasons as well."
"What about that other girl! Isn't she being held hostage, how can the United states accept the words of a terrorist so easily!?"
"We are not accepting their word, this is only us establishing basic communication with a friendly entity that is complying with the law."
"How was it complying with the law when they kidnapped citizens!?"
"This is an injustice, shut down the dungeon 305!"
The man had zero answers to their rightful questions, instead he simply ignored them. Their concerns were valid but it wasn't a priority to anyone in power. The government had begun adopting a much colder stance towards the public without the past care they once had. The world was changing rapidly under pressure, one that was even eating away at the fabric of the government.
Entire cities had been sealed in with only essential workers allowed in or out, or in some cases nobody at all. Nearly every major bridge, every railway and all direct ways of transit east to west coast or north to south in the US were under total military control. Painful experience had taught them that their new enemy felt nothing targeting civilian logistics to cripple the USA.
The masses couldn't grasp the simple concept that the government was also composed of tired and beaten people. Blatant corruption wasn't just tolerated, it was simply ignored now by investigation. It didn't take much investigation to see the conflict of interest, but that didn't matter to anyone who could stop it. A perverted government worker who did his job fine was never going to get fired or removed right now, replacing him under these circumstances would be impossible.
To the external world still trapped in the delusion of living in the old world such things were beyond acceptable. This stark divide in society was reflected in the news media portraying the government as responsible for every incident. Fuelling the flame to this fire was the journalist feeling unwelcome in the new leadership, so they each took their own spin on this situation.
Nearly instantly from all these social pressures it became a viral situation online. Viewership all around the country tuned in to the broadcast. Soaring in views, what should have been a small incident became something bigger while the official broadcast was ongoing. People locked away in their homes too afraid to leave, had nothing else to do besides tune in.
Continuing his speech, he briefly touched another topic without any care in his tone. He wasn't being bribed to up-sell this one so he barely even bothered to read it aloud.
"There were a few friendly dungeons to humans found on our west coast. We are planning to investigate them as well."
"Are men allowed?"
Hearing the rude reporter cut into his speech he fought back the urge to call him a slur. Crumbling up the paper with his prepared speech in his hand, the agent stared down at the reporter.
"Sure why not, why don't you get in the dungeon and tell us?"
"What kind of response is that? Are you really a public servant responsible for our safety?"
"Can you shut up or am I going to have you arrested?"
Silencing the reporter under his threat he humped in pleasure seeing the meek reporter lower his gaze. Nothing protected the reporter from his threats in this new world, it was simply the new basic reality of collapsing law.
His tired eyes stared down the room, as he half mumbled out his paid for speech. He lifted a small booklet up in the air and spoke with a half baked tone.
"The dungeon, or should I say mastermind inside of this exact dungeon has also decided to aid us in informing us of the true nature of dungeons. All the details contained in this booklet will be located online at www-"
Finished with his end of the deal the man didn't delay and quickly left the room without turning back. There was nobody left to hold down the morals of rank and file within anymore. Personal desire and lust were the deciding factors for every person's decision. Besides this small world focused on satisfying one man's lust, the world had already begun to change via consequences of this speech.
The government site for the booklet was so overloaded with requests, it crashed every time the site went back online for the rest of the day. Information from the other side, the side that invaded and took so many lives already was scarce.
The little bit the public knew of the subject was expanded greatly by this one event yet it was biased in a very obvious way. A clear polar divide was created from the readers of the manifesto with gender being the biggest decisive factor in forming their stance upon it.
The booklet pointed the blame at men while downplaying the role women had in the role of creating the terrible situation. Even going so far as to exclude males from the perimeter of the author for 'self protection.'
The failure to protect the citizens was blamed on male ego and feeble strength to protect people. Men were supposed to protect the people of the world in these dangerous times, not hide and cower like weaklings. Where were the fearless men who dived into the unknown to save them from this era? Why were they still playing video games and laying around as the world burned to ash?
It was a blatant untruth that was painting a false picture since countless men had already died trying to stop the situation but it wasn't improbable either. For many people living in their sealed off bubble isolated from the rest of the world did see many refuse to help or even participate in these dire times.
The service men who paid the ultimate price were going largely unseen in the world, neither reporters nor the media covered their sacrifice. The average man simply ignored the alien booklet once news spread of the anti male stance it had, since the author was clearly biased.
To a certain group of women of the world they instantly sparked interest in the main person of the hour Isabella, the individual who left this marvellous dungeon and spoke to the author of the booklet. She was a symbol of bringing truth to the situation, to save the world in the terrible situation it was in.
Isabella, the same woman who was taken captive in the dungeon was also now in charge of it and the fate it would have. This news wasn't surprising since she clearly was the best choice knowing the place.
Unseen to the cameras was the fact she had decided to have sex with anyone to achieve her goals and get rid of the near constant horny feeling in her. She made promises and plans with men who eagerly fell for her honey trap. Using her newly acquired goddess appearance she was a weapon of extreme lust aiming for men of high position.
Her skin was eternally smooth without conditioner, her face lacked dimples or wrinkles with soft pink plump lips. Curves that weren't too exaggerated, smooth tight skin with a softness to the touch, with a powder sugar scent that enticed any man. She is willing to sleep with the most grotesque of men, if they had any power to influence her mission.
Her lust was a burning flame that wasn't able to be satisfied by the tiny cups of water from the men around her, but that didn't mean the men weren't feeding it. Several days later after Isabella found a TV station director on a dating app, she was getting a prime time interview with the exact reporter she wanted.
On a television broadcast discussing the morning news as usual a blond haired woman with a polished suit was speaking eloquently while facing the camera. Her lips curled up slightly, her hands squeezed together with anticipation as she forced herself to remain calm. It was the most important news guest she has ever had on her small town local show.
Ever since their small town had a dungeon appear and two women disappeared down it, everything was changing for the better. Their place was forcefully evacuated but with the recent changes a new population was returning, which brought hope to the local reporter. Even better was the fact they now even had their own local celebrity that was beloved by the people in the community.
"Now joining me today is Isabella, the hero of the United States who has helped us all and survived through many hardships. She is a hero for women everywhere and is my personal inspiration in this dark world."
"Thank you for having me on at such short notice, as well as for the compliment. Unfortunately the men of this nation don't seem to agree with us since I just left my cell."
"A cell? Were you held in captivity against your will?"
"Unfortunately the men who rule the federal agencies are hampering the progress of society, but that is not the focus of my discussion."
The camera facing Isabella showed she was sitting in a van with her hair cleanly pulled to the side. She was wearing a white blouse that was too small for her with the buttons bulging them together, with the camera intentionally looking down the gap from a top down view.
Her nipples were erect pointing out of their location on the tight fitting top, while her crotch could be seen as well. Light red lipstick on her lips slid upwards into a smirk while her eyes hid a deeper meaning as they squinted together.
"So can you share with the world how the dungeon experience has affected you?"
"I would be glad to~ To be quite honest I struggle to find where I should start, it was so transformative for me after all."
"Can you focus on something in particular?"
"With pleasure, ask away"
Pushing out her breast, Isabella wiggled slightly to her shoulders to put attention on them. The female reporter glanced down upon her own modest body and bit her lower lip. Squeezing the paper in her hand, she crunched them slightly while staring at the other woman's Isabella nearly exposed top.
"Then I will ask the most pressing of questions, were you physically changed by this experience? You claim in your own notes that this place was transformative and able to enlighten the body in a natural process?"
"Of course, are you interested in also getting it done? There are many options for a young girl like you. I recommend it since you currently lack…some aspects."
"Young? Thank you, but that is hardly what I am anymore.. But could this work for me?..
"It wouldn't just work for you, it would be the ideal cure. The perfect remedy to remove the years of work and stress bringing out your true glow."
"Maybe I will consider it then, is there any cost? Viewers and myself have been wondering what you paid in exchange for this treatment."
"Zero cost or hidden fees, everyone in town is invited to try it. The only big cost is that it takes a solid one month to get the process done, but I was told by the woman who made it that she might be able to shrink the time span."
"I think I will then, I am sure our viewers would be interested in an interview with this dungeon creator."
"Oh that would be wonderful, just make sure you bring others to see the results."
"Noted… Ahem, what we know about the Chinese dungeon that grants powers is that it shaves the heads of everyone who enters it. Were there any weird negatives like that?"
"Oh heavens no, never anything that dreadful. I did have bodily enhancements done to me though."
"Which parts exactly do you mean by that? Are you referring to that breast implant?"
"There are no implants, it is all natural. Please don't mix up those charlatan's and what I have."
Isabella leaned back from the position she was in and slid a pair of fingers between her two breasts. Pulling out a photograph, she held it close up to the camera. The reporter gasped as she felt her jaw go unhinged as she dropped the papers in her hands.
It was a photo of Isabella in a bikini smiling at the camera at the beach. Her chest was flat, her body lacked curves, her head was filled with stress marks of years at work. Tired grey bags were underneath her eyes, with an emotionless thousand yard stare in her eyes. There wasn't much to say besides, many women watching could instantly relate to that image.
Any career woman who had spent their early working and was now entering the middle age bracket was able to see themselves in the photo. The viewers of the show were ballooning upwards with housewives texting one another and mothers calling their daughters to watch the morning broadcast.
"This is me before I went into the dungeon, four months ago"
"No way…Is that really you? Can we have more photos to see the difference?"
"Sure I would love to share them, it is quite hard to believe it right? The woman in this image with more stress marks on her forehead than some old office jockey and flat as a billboard with zero sex appeal was me."
Letting the image sink in, Isabelaa lifted a second newly taken image up the camera. The photo was newly taken with her wearing a simple pair of underwear taken inside a public restroom. However few noticed those details, everyone was glued to just one thing.
Her breasts were well developed with a natural shape to them, with her shoulders being smaller and more feminine. Her lips were slightly bigger with nice thick vibrant hair that wasn't grey at spots anymore. Her hips were wider and her butt had developed into a softer rounder shape that gave her an hourglass shaped body.
"How in the world did you become younger? Was there some sort of botox…No, that isn't botox.."
"I think it would be best to experience it in person to understand the process~"