-- Apologies for the size of this one! The plot seems to becoming bigger than I expected :S --
The fight is intense, the sweat running down Kum Nao’s thighs as she brawls with her opponent. Nestled against her pussy, Jack tastes the sweat soaking into his thongified form. The single strip of fabric gives a silent groan of torment as Nao’s spinning kicks stretch it taut over her hips, each of her acrobatic dodges and feints wedging it deeper between her buttocks and tearing its fragile threads.
It looks like this is the end of Jack Bounder, the thong thinks almost in relief. At least I die as I lived - between the legs of a beautiful woman.
With a dazzling kick from her rhinestone heels, the diamond thief Gemma Cullinan knocks the Chinese scientist out cold. Gemma crouches over Nao, pulling down the woman's leggings and clipping a device to the pink thong concealed beneath.
“Never thought I’d see you in a chinese laundry, Jack,” she quips.
“Gemma?!”
“No need to shout. I hear you just fine,” she says, tapping her earpiece. The panties remained silent, though his electronic voice came through loud and clear. A nifty device from Q branch - perhaps the only thing capable of identifying a transformee.
“MI6 sent you?”
“They realised what had happened the moment you bombed the UN… while pulling off a Parisian bank heist at the time. Seems your clones have inherited your talent for creating havoc, Jack. But they’re only half as good in bed.” Gemma gives her ex-lover an affectionate stroke, eliciting a pleasured moan from the comatose cantonese woman still wearing him. “Normally I don’t do freelance work. But when they offered me my pick of the crown jewels…” she says dreamily.
She slips the ex-superspy from Nao’s crotch. He makes a sorry sight, ripped and soiled. That sadistic scientist had literally worn him out. It is hard to believe the world’s greatest lover is now a few scraps in the palm of her hand, suited only for being thrown in the trash. She just hopes enough remains for the nanites to work on, as she uncorks a vial of serum, dunking the thong before placing it on the ground.
Jack heaves a sigh of relief as billions of nanites reassemble his molecules. After months of torture, he’ll be a man again! Yet, as the effects abate, he remains immobile at the feet of the giantess.
“Sorry to disappoint, Jack. They only told me to bring you in, and right now you’re the most wanted man from Beijing to Beirut. I suppose some things never change,” she winks. “You'll be much easier to smuggle as my underwear."
Lifting the hem of her sequinned dress, she exposes her bare, vajazzled pubic mound, and Jack Bounder realises his humiliation is far from over. His unbritish expletatives at the indignity are silenced as she unclips the device. She grips him gently, slipping her legs through his holes. Her skin is still warm and beaded with perspiration from battle. The sweet scent of her body pervades ever fibre of his being as she slips him into his place against her womanhood, wiggling him snugly between her asscheeks.