Alex, Clover, and Sam were standing in WHOOP headquarters. The three spies were arguing about the plan for their latest mission, and couldn't decide on who would handle what job.
"Fine! That's it! I'm thinking of a number between one and twenty! The closest person gets to choose all of our roles," Sam said. She wrote her number down on a piece of paper and put it face down on the table between them. The Green Spy raised her eyebrow, daring the other two to disagree.
"Ugh, whatever. This job is going to suck either way," Clover complained, rolling her eyes. "I say ten, even split."
"Bleh. This is better than arguing. I'll go with nine, then," Alex mumbled.
"Hey, that's a cheap trick! Pick something else!" Clover loudly complained.
"Nope. Too bad, but Alex wins," Sam said, flipping over the paper. The other two spies looked over and saw the written 'nine' staring them in the face.
"No! That's even less fair!" Clover squealed. "Come on, Alex, I should win this one."
"No way, Jose. And for complaining so much, I've decided you get the hard job. I'll take the gadgets, and Sam can be the distraction," Alex said, laughing a bit.
"Alright then, we're all set! And I don't want to hear it, Clover. You lost, fair and square," Sam intoned. The three headed to their lockers to get all their gear, Clover complaining all the way.
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Alex licked her lips and smiled at Dan. It had taken all of her womanly charm and trained spy techniques, but she had finally lured their target back to her hotel room. He was a truly cautious man and with good reason.
"So, big guy, are you ready to have some... fun?" she asked in her sexiest voice.
Dan gulped. "Ummm, yes, of course," he said.
Sam walked around the corner, wearing an extremely skimpy green outfit. She winked at Dan and handed something to Alex. After the handoff, Sam slinked over to the hotel bed and spread herself across the covers.
Alex smiled even larger and opened the box. She reached her hand in and pulled out a roll of rubber and plastic.
"We've got to use allll of these up. I hope you're ready," Alex teased, swinging the rubber back and forth.
Dan started sweating as he saw the roll of red condoms in Alex's hand. His thoughts darted to the ladies before him. He started smiling too and pulled at his belt.
Clover was shocked as she saw the target in front of her. The roll of condoms couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't even beg. She had no idea this was what Alex had meant by the "hard part." But the rubberized spy was deeply regretting the number she had claimed days before.
There was nothing she could do now as Alex led Dan over to the bed, with a waiting Sam. The spies would get their man and what they needed from him. All it would take was a little teamwork.
Tags: inanimate transformation, latex, tv
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Story by Omgicanthinkofaname |
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Artwork by Octo |
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