This choice: You emerge to examine your cover ID, for this next stage. • Go Back...Chapter #7You emerge to examine your cover ID by: Cardio   After the booth clears the nanites out of the air, it opens to finally reveal your new (hopefully) future Lingerie football league star body to the world. You were a bit thrown of as you now realized you had to look up at your agent Franky who you used to tower over. "What the hell? I thought you were just gonna slap some breasts on my perfectly sculpted body and that'd be it?! You completely turned me into some short bitch with big tits."
Franky took a step back from you to get out of punching range, "That would have been too obvious, people would have figured out who you were so I made the changes more extreme. Don't worry, you're still my meal ticket so you're plenty athletic enough for the Lingerie Football League."
You groaned, you'd worked hard and paid good money for the nanites that had made you the best player in the men's league for a decade, but with this body it felt like you were starting from scratch. To test what Franky said you did some stretched, as you bent over to test your bodies limits you could feel Franky's eyes just staring at your new big ass as you felt the thong slip back into the wide expanse. Once again you picked it out of your crack feeling a bit embarrassed at what you were wearing. But if you were going to be the new biggest star of the Lingerie Football League you'd have to get used to it, after all what you were wearing now was considered close to the standard uniform.
Franky finally stopped staring at your ass long enough to grab some paperwork, "All right, here's your cover story, your name is Raameen Badir. I signed and recruited you from an international amateur lingerie football tryout. And now we're going to meet up with the owner of the Big City Bombshells Tony Rollins to get your a contract.
"Tony? That blowhard?" You complain, you knew the man, after all he had been the owner of your team the Big City Bombers, and for PR purposes he also owned the LFL team the Bombshells although it was common knowledge he only owned the Bombshells so he could just have a team of sexy athletic women under his thumb.
"Yes that blowhard, now lets get to the meeting."
"Fine, give me some pants or shit." You said as for the third time you tried to pluck at the back of that pesky thong.
Franky couldn't hide his leering smile as he said, "Actually, he wants to meet with you in uniform."
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And so Franky escorted you in your new nanite gifted body and underwear to the owner of the Big City Bombshells and probably your new boss. For years you'd gotten used to walking down the street and feeling the eyes of jealous men and lustful women as you passed them by and you reveled in that feeling, but now the opposite was true with women looking with envy at your perfectly crafted curvy body and men undressed you with their eyes, not that there was much to undress.
Finally arriving at a skyscraper you and Franky made your way to the top floor where Tony Rollins was waiting. Tony was an old man, but thanks to the wonders of nanites he only looked it in his silver hair which he though made him look classy. "Ah Franky, I take it this is your new client you want me to sign."
"Why yes it is sir, she is going to be the face of your franchise and..." Franky started talking but Tony held up a hand to shut him up. "I want to talk to the dame myself, leave us be for a bit."
Franky knew when he wasn't wanted (which was most of the time) and left leave you alone with your prospective boss. Tony was giving you a long look up and down, but you didn't want to let him control the pace of this, after all you had been the best of the best for the last decade and wanted to still be treated like it. Now listen here boss man." You said but Tony just smiled and said, "Call me Tony doll face."
"Sure, whatever Tony. I'm thinking I'm gonna be the best thing that happened to the Bombshells so why don't we start off with a prove it deal and just go 1 year 20 million. Then after I win you the championship and myself the MVP we can talk extensions."
You were pretty sure Tony wasn't listening to a word you said as he walked around you to stare at your gigantic ass. You could swear his vision was making that stupid thong slip deeper inside of you. Finally after Tony got his eyeful he finally got to business.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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