Watered down agents

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Agent Pier, searching the yard

“What am I doing down here again, HQ?” you grumble into your earpiece, taking some time to map out the villa’s yard while you wait for a response “There have been rising cases of compound B1-mb outbreaks in the country’s water systems. We have reasons to suspect that our target is behind these cases, so get looking for anything suspicious” the static ridden voice on the other end replies, 20 years in service, and they couldn’t provide you with your intel before drop off or a half-decent communications device “Another dead end…great” you sight while padding your standard issue suit, having snopped through every corner of the yard for a clue, a containment zone, anything really yet your search was fruitless, no sign of any wrong doing despite the suspicions of H- “Shit” you curse as a familiar click resounds under your sole, a trap most likely, yet as you prepare to jump back or loose that foot in the process “Huh?” a shower head springs up from the ground, followed by a rush of cold water.

You gasp the moment it hits your face, delicate hands coming up to clear your vision, lightly passing by your softer jawline and coming up to clear your round eyes of any liquid impairing your vision “Well that was, like, underwhelming” you giggle like an airhead, amused by the traps apparent harmlessness “HQ is, totez overblowing this water stuff” you smile with puffier lips, blissfully unaware of the liquids effects even as it runs down past your now blonde locks, easily cascading down your smooth neck, past the melting fabric of your suit, tracing around the curve of a cleavage swiftly outgrowing the capabilities of your tattered clothes “Mmmmh~” you hum with satisfaction, arching your slender back to let the water flow over your delectable cleavage “Ooh~” you whimper as your exploring digits brush against your nipples, hardened and pleading for attention beneath the cups of your reformed bikini top “Gosh I hope nobody is, like, looking. I just look soo baaad right now~” you let out an exaggerated purr once you eye a stud heading your way, hovering your smooth palms down your wet tummy, along the fabric of your thong and over the curvaceous form of your bubble butt, digging your nails into the twin meaty cheeks just for his hungry eyes.

“Ma’am, please come with me, you are trespassing. If you’d like an official invite in, you just need to come see my boss” your mushed brain doesn’t register his words, only the way his gaze focus on your voluptuous body, responding in the only way it’s fogged up state is able to “Like, totez, cutie lead away” he smirks, delighted with how your sexy body presses into his, how your fingernails run circles over his abs, gosh you just love a man in a suit.

Agent Carmen, infiltrating the pool party

“Mostly women in the pool, actually, there are only women in the pools… Yeah, nothing else on my end, just a bunch of-” you close your eyes at the telltale feeling of a hand on your ass “-dumbasses, call you later” nothing new for you, it's pretty common to take advantage of your body when on the job, but goddamn if it isn’t annoying when you are not the one taking initiative. You just sight, cutting off the transmission as you turn to face the handsy stranger, cocked hips and challenging eyebrow at the ready “Hands off the merchandise buddy” you scold back who appears to be just some frat kid “Don’t be like that, you should have some fun like the other girls” he barks back, you are just about done with this idiot, ready to end him cover be dammed when your arms are seized at your sides “Wa-!” though not another protest can come out as those same hands toss you back and onto the blue surface of a nearby pool.

“Mrmrm!” you instinctively struggle the moment your body breaches through the water, limbs flailing wildly in an attempt to resurface, yet it won’t let you go “Mmrm!” your struggles grow in desperation, your whole body fighting an uphill battle as the same arms reaching for freedom grow slimmer, the defined muscles earned through rigorous training sessions melting away into a smooth shape continuous with your delicately manicured hands “Mrraaah!” a gasp and precious bubbles of air leave your throat as your waistline caves in favor of an exaggerated hourglass, perfectly accentuating your widening hips and flat tummy “Haaa” a choked gasp leaves your perfect cocksucking lips when you resurface, holding on to the edge of the pool for desperate support as you regain some strength “Hmmm~” you whimper, discomfort pooling in your chest as it remains submerged within the water, slowly pushing you off the tile wall as it exerts some added buoyancy “Gosh this thing is tiny” you complain, missing the whole point of why you are exploring your chest in the first place as your finger slips past the edge of your bikini top and sinks into wet pillowy flesh “Haagh~” a slutty moan comes out when you squeeze into your ballooning tit, a hard nipple pressing into your palm as it continues to blossom past what you can squeeze “Yes~” you can’t help yourself, lost in the delightful feeling of the massive overflowing tits right under your digits, only to be interrupted by a set of whistles clearly set in your direction “Enjoying the show boys? Want to see the real thing?” the group responsible for your fall quickly nods, dumbfounded by your sexy display. Their reaction makes you giggle, encouraging you enough to prop your arms on the edge; prepared to display your curvaceous body “Take it all in then~” you purr at them as you lift yourself over the water and, just as planned, a hefty set of boobs comes jiggling into their view, flopping together with a wet smack of moist tit flesh as they wobble into place barely contained by your flimsy blue top

“What do you think~” you coo out at your audience, arching your back to tantalizingly dangle your heavy udders as you tug at your bikini, promising a peek at the exquisite set of jugs hidden just beneath its flimsy cups that just seems to drive them wild with cheers and whistles “Oh my~” a cold breeze makes you gasp and look down, no wonder they were cheering, your top couldn’t take the pressure and snapped during your modelling session, baring free your hard nipples and jiggling tits into their hungry gazes “Mmm First stud to fetch me a new top gets some alone time with me” there’s always solutions to any problem and, as the men dashing to earn that reward prove, your body is nearly always the answer to most “Mmm” you relax back against the pool’s edge as they leave you for their quest, sinking your body back into its depths, basking in its refreshing hold and the growing weight on your chest, you doubt any top will fit you when they come back, specially now that the top half of your cleavage seems to float over the surface, oh well sucks to be them. Maybe you’ll get them to run some more errands before they get another peek.

Agent Andrew, sneaking through the gym

“Mission’s simple Andrew, sneak through the gym and hold position in the bedroom. The others must have gathered the intel we need to arrest this guy by now” you pump yourself up as you lock pick the gymnasium’s window, quiet save for the sound of your feet planting down on the wooden floor “Alright let’s get this over with” right as you finish the sentence “Wha-” a contraption pops up, sweeping you off your feet and onto a seat, a bike seat “Huh?!” you desperately try to get off only to be stopped by your ankles, tightly strapped and planted around the pedals “Fuck” you curse in protest as the device whirrs to life, forcing your legs to pedal at an impossibly fast rhythm “Dammit!” you grit your teeth and steady yourself on the handle, panting as your metabolism breaks down from the excessive heat built through the exercise. That’s when the next step in your torture comes into play, a bottle, a conspicuously normal water bottler rises on a little plate right besides you “I am not drinking that” you huff out through tired pants, looking around for any sign of your torturer. Yet, as the session goes on, you can not deny the allure of the bottle, eyes stuck to the clear liquid within, it just looks so fresh, so perfectly soothing for your heated body.

“Ahhh” you sight in satisfaction once the cold liquid hits the back of your throat, journeying down your esophagus as a defining bump disappears from your neck, slutty mascara crawls over your eyes and prickly hair tips brush against your shoulders “Uwaah~” a girlish gasp comes out as your puffy red lips separate from the refreshing water, yet “Hot…” it does little to cool you down. Then, a genius idea comes to you while you tilt the bottle around, pulling your blonde locks together behind your head, you arch your body as you begin to spray the remaining liquid over yourself “Aaah~” a soft whimper escapes you when the spray hits your upper chest, diluting your suit into flimsy fabric cups held by strings around your shrinking shoulders “Soo good~” you moan, happily indulging in the cool sensation hitting your now exposed skin as it makes its way over the swelling curve of your breasts “More~” you plead, leaning further back, so the water can fall from your greedy ballooning tits and onto your flattening tummy, leaking directly into your puffy lower lips as it puddles under the repurposed shorts squeezed tightly around your expanding hips “Girls! Let the others, like, cool down~” you complain through happy giggles, sinking your fingers into the meaty expanse of tit barely concealed under your bikini top “Aaaagh~!” you let out a loud wantonly moan as you playfully squeeze the soft fatty orbs, lifting their heavy weight onto your arm so they can move out of the way “There~” you sigh, happy with your efforts as the water can finally land on your seat, lifting you higher on the bike as your ass plumps out under your jiggly frame “Mmm~” you purr with satisfaction when your tits come back down, slapping together with widespread jiggles that threaten to rip off your top as your hands come down to rub and squeeze the remaining water over your thickening thighs, sore and aching from the work-out you are putting on through your steamy display.

“Hey there boys~” you lean forwards on the bike as two men approach, jiggling your tits with purpose as you pedal a bit rougher than required, although with the added bonus of displaying a milky cleavage for the newcomers “Miss, if you are done, let us escort you to the pool area. You wouldn’t want to miss the party now would you?” you giggle at his offer, stepping down from the musk ridden bike to squeeze your tits into his side “Lead away hot stuff, Mmgh~” excited whimpers and yips come out of you as you are led away, his greedy hand squeezing every bit of tit and cheek within reach as you are lead to a wide outdoor pool, already filled with various voluptuous bimbos shaking their bubble butts while a group of men sprays them with water guns “Join up blondie, there’s room for many more!” you smile, delighted when one of them calls out for you, whistles and cat calls echoing through the outdoor area as you strut over to the pool, shaking your fattening ass for their pleasure with the other. Now this is a party, all that’s missing is a good ride and by the look on the crowd’s faces, they are not far from claiming your soaked cheeks for one.

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We are back in business with a shorts styled story. Expect a remote-centered pool story and another work from the suggestion box before the new scheduled releases. Hope you enjoyed : )

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