Compromised

When the call came, Christy Carlisle knew what to do.

She and two other deep cover CIA agents in Paris had been compromised. Unable to leave France due to the escalating war, they each had one hour to completely terminate their mission: bank accounts closed, pertinent intelligence faxed home, papers shredded and burned, car and belongings dumped in the Seine outside of town. It was risky in broad daylight, but there was no alternative. On the river bank, Christy stripped naked and tossed her clothes in the water.

Erasing herself was all that remained.

The CIA issue pill worked quickly. Within seconds, her stomach and breasts inflated rapidly, nipples and belly button poking out. Her ass, then her back, followed suit. As her abdomen surpassed her arms' reach, Christy rechecked the area for onlookers, not yet at her ease. Her limbs began to stiffly swell while her curvy hips rounded out. Her breasts, now giant hemispheres on her chest, flattened as they grew wider. Her torso began to overtake her arms and legs. As the formerly slender agent became increasingly spherical, she floated off the ground, finally breathing a sigh of relief. “They can't capture me now.”

Rising rapidly, the wind buffeted Christy's dirigible form, blond ponytail whipping about. Looking to the southeast, she saw two other inflated shapes above the river less than a mile away: her fellow agents Krantz and Hauser, both higher up than she. Agent Krantz was the highest up, already completely round except for his distended, cone-shaped penis. As he rose into the lowest layer of clouds, Christy lost sight of him before she too passed into the fog. Seconds later, a loud explosion shook the sky, vibrating throughout her taut body. Although she didn't see it, she knew Elliot's fate.

Breaking through the clouds, Christy then observed Agent Hauser, who had somehow retained her breasts despite her body being spherical otherwise. Nipples still erect (possibly from the cold air at this altitude) amid the twin domes, Christy could make out a brunette head dimpled into Valerie's side.

The air pressure was dropping; Christy could feel herself expanding faster, and knew that Valerie had to be too. Angry stretch marks began to lacerate Valerie's smooth surface, cutting across her tanned skin. She soon reached her limit, a tear ripping her open in back and cutting forward through her left breast. Not an instant later, as Valerie's burst form fell limp, the volatile gases within mixed with the nitrogen outside and ignited, spawning another deafening boom that incinerated Valerie's remains.

It was getting hard for Christy to breathe; there was not much oxygen this high. She couldn't move, and now her head was sinking into her body. She was listening to the wind blow hollowly against her mass when her first stretch marks slithered into her field of view.

Feeling a sharp pain slice through her belly button, Agent Carlisle swelled with pride for serving her country... before the explosion erased her forever.