Driving home after the debriefing of today's killer-mission, I still had to giggle
about how I had suffocated this hunk Vito Cardamone with my little, lethal
killer-boobies. Aaahhaha, that felt so good!
And this boneheaded Jackie had reacted exactly like I had expected:
He was literally enslaved by my little show... And, of course, he didn't
dare to mention a word in the debriefing. Now then, another zombie
of my mammaries. Hahaha.
I gave a sweet hug to my secret twin-weapons and turned into the driveway
of my home. After my private security system had scanned my left pupil, the
automatic garage door opened and drove my company cabrio in.
I grabbed my secret agent stuff and the shopping bags from the Mall
and went into my own little command center. Motion detectors activated
the lights and some nice music. And my electronic home system reported,
that an unexpected package had been inserted into my postbox by an
authorized member of the local postal service.
"Well, doesn't sound like a bomb!" I thought, while I put some vegetables
into the fridge and a lasagne into the microwave. Nevertheless, I assured
myself of my handgun, before I went in the garden to check my postbox.
After a fast security scan I opened the postbox and fetched a little package
from it. "Feels like a book", I thought and looked for a return address.
It read "Richard Simon", but I couldn't recall to know this name.
So I strolled back into the house and took the lasagne from my microwave.
Enjoying my tasty dinner, I opened the package and, in fact, found a book.
An old, somehow magic-looking book. And then it came to my mind, that I
had placed a fun-bid on this one some days ago.
Well, I almost threw it to the trash, when suddenly I noticed a strange glow
around the book. So, I couldn't hold back. But as soon as I had opened it,
a bright violet light or energy or whatever flashed over me... and just at the
same time the alarm of my private security system went off.
Very confused, I switched it off with a voice command, before the police
or my agency would be informed. Then I turned to the mystical book again.
It was still glowing a bit, but the bright light had disappeared. I looked at
the opened pages and saw a strange scripture. But I couldn't make
anything out of this.
I started to get angry about the person, who wrote all this, and I wanted
to trow this book to the trash once more. - But then I realized this glowing
again. And then another surge of violet energy shot from the book and hit
me... just into my cleavage.
Again I looked at the mythical book, stunned, but then I had to giggle.
"So, you like my sexy boobies?" I asked the book with a grin.
And it hardly surprised me, when the book's glow intensified
as if in agreement.
"So, what kind of book are you?"
It glowed again. Then the pages of the book started to turn by themselves,
until it reached one of the first pages, which surprisingly I could read:
"ASgurauld's Tome of Possibility… or Disaster".
I was shocked. That had really been a direct answer...
"So... what am I supposed to do with you, AS...gurauld's Tome?"
I asked the book.
Again it scrolled through the pages, until suddenly another burst
of violet energy shot into my cleavage.
"Naughty book!" I grinned, but took the book and pressed the actual pages
really onto my bosom. Then, as if driven by a mad idea, I unbuttoned and
opened my shirt and unclasped my tight bra, so that I could free my huge,
bouncing breasts from the large cups of the bra.
And then I pressed the book on my full breasts again. And I could hear
a loud crackle of energy.
Uuuuhhh, that felt so incredible!
With jolts of pure lust my large nipples sprang to full attention and I had to
cry from the strongest feeling of ecstasy, that I had felt for quite a long time.
"Youu naaauughty booookk!" I repeated - and then I was surprised by an
even another new experience: Without seeing this, I realized, how the letters
of the actual pages were sucked through my nipples to invade my huge tits.
I couldn't believe this, but as soon as this process was over, I slammed
the book back onto the table - and I saw with amazement, that truly all
the letters of the actual two pages had vanished.
I turned to the next pages - and they were still full of letters - as were
the ones before the empty ones.
I was amazed - and my amazement grew, when suddenly the knowledge
of a single, sinister spell of magic manifested itself into my mind.
Now I really got excited. I immediately had to test this spell.
Without loosing any time, I took my phone and decided to call my newest
zombie, Jack. He ordered him to come immediately - and serve me as my
guinea pig.