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Jungle Fever, Much?	By : Azrukhal Category: +S through Z > Totally Spies! Views: 14694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Totally Spies!, nor the characters from it. Lord knows it would be a lot more interesting if I did. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Jungle Fever, Much?
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Somewhere inside the Spratley island chain, South China Seas– 6:37 PM, Local Time
                The hulking creatures emerged from the waves in pairs, marching to the steady beat of the ocean waves breaking against the beach. Towering above the height of most men, the creatures were a strange amalgamation of man and animal. Covered in fur, and faces pointed with snouts, they dragged their unconscious captives behind them, or slung them over their shoulders. In the distance, the mast of the wrecked sailboat was just beginning to dip under the waves. The creatures paused on the beach for a moment to heft their captives onto their backs, and saddled up for the trek through the thick jungle. The mistress was always very strict about ensuring new arrivals did not succumb to the various escaped experiments that lurked in the jungle, and they were eager to cur her favor.
One of the captives began to stir in her slumber, her torn blouse heaving as she coughed up a small portion of water and groggily awoke. She opened her eyes to see three half-canine, half-human creatures staring down at her. She opened her mouth to scream, but there was no-one to hear her cries. In an instant, they were upon her, and knocked her unconscious with a swift blow to the back of her head. One of them hefted her up onto his broad shoulders, and the group began their march once more.
WOOHP Headquarters, Somewhere beneath Los Angeles, California - 1:30 PM, Local Time
                “… not much we can be certain about unfortunately,” Jerry replied to the assembled agents.
Sam, Clover, and Alex, WOOHP’s top field agents, had (as usual) been rudely pulled from a school function to be given a briefing regarding a potential mission. Clover, as usual, was barely paying attention, while Sam seemed to be intently examining the map of the Philippines projected onto the screen behind Jerry.
                “And you say all of the missing ships lost contact inside a five mile radius of that island in particular?” she asked, furrowing her brow as errant strands of red hair slid across her forehead.
                “Yes. It’s why the disappearances have gone un-investigated for so long. The neighboring countries can’t send in maritime forces, military or otherwise, to investigate, for fear of creating an international incident with the other surrounding countries.”
                Alex just rolled her eyes and fell back onto the landing pad the entry chute had dumped them onto. The prospect of an island getaway did sound nice, but WOOHP missions had a tendency to be anything but relaxing for her. Just three weeks ago, the pair had busted up a counterfeiting ring based out of a gum factory, and Alex swore she could still feel bits of the sticky stuff in her hair from time to time.
“When do we leave?” Clover asked with a twinkle in her eye, “I’ve been dying for a little sun!”
“Tonight,” Jerry replied, matter-of-factly, “You’ll be entering the islands after nightfall on a Zulu raft from just outside the disputed region to avoid detection.” Jerry’s pencil-thin moustache curled upwards into a wry grin as he turned around and sat once more behind his desk. “Ta!” he snipped as he took a seat. The landing pad under the girls gave out underneath them, unceremoniously dumping them into yet another chute that dumped them onto another pad in the armory.
“You’d think WOOHP would be able to spring for an elevator by now,” Alex sighed as she lay on top of her friends, crumpled and disheveled.
Itu Aba Island, South China Seas – 10:09 PM, Local Time
                The evening moonlight illuminated the coral reef that surrounded the island, glimmering against the surface of the sea. A tiny inflatable boat slid across the shining surface of the water until it bumped up against the beach. The three girls aboard climbed off. Clover ran a gloved hand through her blonde hair and huffed.
                “When Jerry mentioned a tropical island, I was thinking we’d be seeing a bit more warm sun and boys wearing nothing but speedos, not bug-infested tropical jungles,” she muttered in frustration.
                Sam gave her a wry grin and a slightly condescending pat on the shoulder as she started off towards the row of trees that marked the entrance to the tropical forest.
                “That’s just because you don’t pay attention during the briefings, Clo,” she teased. Clover growled in frustration and marched stiffly to catch up with Sam. Alex fumbled with the belt that held up the tight latex pants she was wearing. Something tingled in the back of her mind, something halfway between a premonition and a feeling that things were about to get very bad, very quickly. Seeing that her friends had already started off without her, Alex jumped out of her seat on the Zulu and quickly made her way after them.
                Thick and humid, the dense jungle seemed to bear down on the girls. Thick, dense vines hung from the canopy, while the undergrowth threatened to trip the girls with every step. Alex jumped whenever the wind rustled the hanging vegetation. The creeping sensation that they were being watched never seemed to go away.
After a good thirty minutes of wandering the jungle, the girls took a breather, sitting down in the undergrowth and putting their backs to a tree trunk. Sam pulled some field rations from their kit, while Alex checked her belt for her compass. Clover, meanwhile, stood up and motioned to a tree several yards away.
“I’ll be right back,” she stated, “I just have to take care of some business. You know.”
Alex nodded. Things weren’t as comfortable or luxurious out in the field as they were back in Beverly Hills.
Clover trotted off behind the tree and sighed. She began to unzip her catsuit when rustle of some vines in the canopy caught her attention. She looked up and gave the skyline a curious stare. Nothing but tangled vines and thick tree-leaves greeted her gaze. After a moment, her curiosity was sated, and she continued to undress.
The slithering vines that slowly descended towards Clover had sensed her heat, and the subtle pheromones she gave off told the creature that she was female. Were the thing capable of higher thought, it would have thought itself lucky to find a female victim without the presence of the beasts that usually guarded them. The long, spindly creature had ends that looked like massive, four-pronged bulbs that slowly slithered down just above Clover’s neck. One of them opened, revealing an interior lined with pink, fleshy nubs, and a single ebony spine at the very center of the open “flower”.
Clover felt the sting of the spine an instant later, and reached back to swat at what she thought was a mosquito. She was shocked to silence to feel the chitinous surface of the spine protruding from the back of her neck. She opened her mouth to scream, but the creature was already dropping on top of her, forcing a thick segment of its vines across her mouth, muffling her screams. The spine embedded in the back of her neck quickly pumped a unique cocktail of chemicals into her bloodstream. Within moments, Clover’s cries for help had faded away, and her eyelids began to droop.
Pure ecstasy flowed through her body. She couldn’t help but smile deliriously as the venom coursed through her slender frame and quickly went to work. Huffing softly as her flesh began to slowly shift and expand, Clover felt her breasts began to swell. At first, the growth was pleasurable, and her gradually inflating bust made her smile. She reached up with a pair of gloved hands and fondled her expanding breasts, giggling as her fingers ran over her nipples through the latex and bra.
‘Wait till Sammy and Alex get a load of these bad girls,’ she thought to herself.
Of course, after a few moments, her breasts had expanded beyond the limitations of her catsuit and bra, and her gentle satisfaction with her bust quickly turned to a panicked fumbling with her suit’s zipper. Her massive breasts had quickly expanded beyond a simple C-cup into double Ds, and showed no sign of stopping. The blonde let out a long, slow sigh of relief as she pulled the zipper of her suit down from her neck to her belly button, and pulled her bra down to let her massive tits pop free.
This was what the creature had planned for. The end not busying itself with pumping intoxicating poison into the girl’s blood quickly opened itself up and latched its sucking end onto the girl’s massive breast. The creature’s poisonous fang began injecting a new chemical, one that sent a shiver down Clover’s spine. She groaned as the pressure in her breasts grew and grew, until, at last, thick, white milk began to leak from her nipple. The sucking tendril of the vine-creature quickly began suckling at the teen’s lactating breasts, while its twin disengaged from Clover’s neck and joined its brother on her other breast.
Somewhere inside her mind, Clover knew what was happening was wrong, and that she should be struggling to break free… but she was far too deep in the throes of the drugs coursing through her system to care. Her tongue slid between her lips to lick devotedly at the thick vine that covered her mouth. Her hand finished undoing the zipper to her latex outfit, and slid under her panties to run her fingers rapidly over her clit.
Between the rabid sucking of the tentacles latched to her tits, the feeling of being half-smothered by the vine draped across her mouth, and her own fingers battering at her clit, it didn’t take long for Clover to cum. Her back arched as she planted her feet on the ground and lifted her hips off the ground. Her huge tits, easily J-cups by now, tumbled over and hung just under her chin. Her eyes rolled back under half-closed lids, and a debauched smile spread across her face. Milk erupted from her tits and into the creature’s sucking vines as she came. Her whole body shook as her toes curled and the powerful orgasm washed over her.
After a few moments of bliss, that seemed to stretch on forever, she collapsed, shuddering and cooing to herself as she slipped off into a supremely satisfied slumber. The creature latched to her breasts just continued to suckle, greedily sucking up every last drop it could.
A few minutes later, after wondering what was taking Clover so long, Sam and Alex rounded the tree to find their friend entangled in a heap of vines, the massive suckers still drinking from her engorged breasts. Alex covered her mouth and stifled a gasp as Sam quickly pulled the bulbous suckers off of Clover. Pulling itself quickly back up into the canopy, the creature seemed reluctant to go. It had found quite the delicious morsel, and there was plenty more milk to be extracted.
Sam sunk to her knees and grasped Clover’s shoulder, jostling her as she tried to wake the dazed blonde up. After a moment, the spy in the red latex suit slowly opened her eyes and gave Sam a warm smile, and a look that burned with unslaked lust.
“Bet you wish you had a pair like these, don’t ya Sammy?” she mumbled as she groggily groped at one of her own massive breasts. A bead of milk ran from her nipple to drip against the forest floor.
Alex just stood back and watched as Sam tried to talk some sense into Clover. She desperately wanted to help, but was held back by a single, guilty fact.
Watching her best friend get pinned and milked by the vine creature had gotten her so turned on, and so wet, she was afraid she was going to start squeaking in her yellow latex outfit whenever she walked. Mulling the image over in her head, she had to struggle not to masturbate to the sight then and there. She just bit her lower lip and took a deep breath.
This wasn’t going to be a normal mission, she thought to herself.
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