Both girls come to a complete halt in front of Ms Hawke and catch their breath from all the running. Faye is in good shape, so she isn't breathing too hard. Jen, on the other hand, is sucking wind. She bends over and places her hands on her knees, desperate to get some air. In all of her heaving, she forgot that you're still plastered to her breast, forced to feel the full weight of it as it wildly bounces and sways against your helpless body. Both girls look up at Ms Hawke, eagerly anticipating her evaluation.
She adjusts her glasses before speaking, "Well, that was certainly...unorthodox. It's clear that you all need more training." Both girls wince. "But, I can't argue with the results. You pass."
Upon hearing the good news, both girls squeal in joy. Forgetting her fatigue, Jen suddenly stands back up and hugs Faye, still oblivious to you as you got crushed between the giant, soft breasts of both girls. You'd like to celebrate with the girls too, just not like this. After a few excruciating seconds of that, Jen lets go and starts to jump up and down in glee. You're pounded repeatedly by the full weight of Jen's breast as her massive chest wildly bounces up and down. Amidst all the movement, Jen doesn't even feel your muffled screams tingling against her breast. "Yippee! We did it, guys! We did it!" As she celebrates, few buttons fly off her extra-tight suit as her colossal melons effortlessly fight back against their confines, revealing more of her deep cleavage.
A stray button hits Ms Hawke, drawing her attention to Jen's huge breasts, and she takes note of you. "I was especially impressed with how well you used your teammate's small size to your advantage." Jen's jumping comes to a slow stop. She looks on, confused by what Ms Hawke meant exactly, before she continues. "Using your feet or your chests to quickly and covertly smuggle Tim through the office was a clever idea." After hearing that, Jen suddenly remembers where she left you and looks down at you against her breast. Feeling guilty, she meekly peels you from her chest and holds you in her palm as you cough for air. Faye softly giggles, knowing Jen had simply did all that on accident and completely forgot you. Jen mouths a silent apology to you as Ms Hawke continues, "In fact, I see a lot of potential in this tactic. Our larger operatives can provide the perfect cover for our diminutive agent by hiding him somewhere on their bodies until his skills are required. If we fully explore to possibilities of this type of infiltration, it could be quite the boon to our organization."
Jen looks up at Ms Hawke a bit nervously but tries to roll with it. "Uhhh, yeah! Exactly what I was thinking." Faye smirks and rolls her eyes. You're a little uneasy. Sure, this idea might work on paper, but no one seems to be considering how you feel. Being plastered to any part of a woman's body isn't exactly the most comfortable situation for you. Heck, it can be downright painful sometimes. What's more, if someone like Jen hides you, they could easily forget about you, and it could be a loooooong time before your're freed.
You're about to voice your protests, but Ms Hawke has already made her decision. "Very well, then. It's settled," she declares. "Before we move on to our next training session, you all will take time with Tim to determine more efficient ways of hiding him with your bodies. Jen, since this was your idea, you and Tim can spend some time practicing together first back at our facility. We'll have an array of outfits, for any possible mission, at your disposal that you can use as you see fit. I'm eager to observe the fruits of your labors." She walks off as the three of you process what just happened.
You give an annoyed sigh. So far, being a spy hasn't quite been like you hoped it'd be, and it's not looking like it'll get any better. Unlike you, Jen is ecstatic at this news, happy to try on cool spy outfits while spending more time with her cute little buddy. Faye eyes you knowingly, like you had just hit the jackpot.
"Isn't this great, Tim," Jen sings. "We get to try on a bunch of stylish spy outfits together!"
"Well, more like you get to try on outfits," you correct Jen. "And try me...in them..." Anxious, ashamed, and embarrassed, you blush, thinking about how easily you cold get lost in Jen's outrageous body. "If we have to do this, could you just take it easy? Like maybe find an outfit that's loose, baggy, and has a lot of pockets? You could put me in one of them and call it a day."
Jen cringes at the thought of putting on such a horrible-sounding outfit. "Ew, gross, Tim. Where would the fun in that be? Like, we're spies now, so we have to wear outfits that are sleek and sexy. Besides..." Jen smirks. You suddenly notice Jen's gigantic breasts eclipsing you again as she brings you closer to them. Before you can yell out, she plasters you to her tit, firmly pressing against your back with her palm. The thin fabric of her office shirt does nothing to hide the softness and warmth of Jen's breast as it easily engulfs your tiny body. "You're not actually telling me you wouldn't want a chance to better infiltrate these babies, like, are you?"
You try to yell at Jen to let you go, but, silenced by her yielding flesh, all your muffled yelling does is send tickling vibrations through her breast. Jen giggles, assuming you had just said yes, and heads back to the car with Ms. Hawke, keeping you firmly pressed against her soft melon. Faye giggles at the little display just then and follows.
When you all arrive, Jen is directed to a giant room filled with an endless array of spy outfits and disguises to choose from, and it looks like she wants to try on as many as possible.
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