Desperately the once-formidable double agent assessed her situation and tried to come up with any alternative course of events than joining her friends in brutal rape and permanent impregnation. The great ape towered over her, twice her height and several times her weight. Once she would still have had backed herself in hand-to-paw combat with even such a threatening adversary; thousands of hours of arduous training meant that she could be confident of subduing even the most powerful opponent.
But seeing the shocking reversals of the equally confident and skilled May and Skye had chastened her somewhat. Normally she faced down her opponents in full uniform, and with her trusty batons in hand. But now she was no longer equipped with the luxury of even a stitch of clothing, and her only weapons were her bare hands, soft and slender hands that she couldn't prevent quivering with fear.
And as she glanced down at herself, it was hard to imagine that those soft hands could now achieve anything to remotely hinder the ministrations of even the least capable opponent. How could she be confident of fighting this beast? She looked at her impossibly slender arms, every ounce of muscle removed, and she couldn't see her much of her wobbling legs but they were in similar condition. She couldn't see her legs because of the giant inflatables that she had once called breasts, twin zeppelins that were freely lactating. Her once-toned tummy could once have taken solid blows from Mac and still shrug them off; now she was beginning to bruise just from her huge tits bouncing unfettered around her chest.
And her loins gave her the greatest cause for concern. Why was she so impossibly horny? Now more than ever she needed a clear mind. And why was her bladder failing her? She was supposed to be a warrior, not a, a wetter! She grimaced and tried to stem the flow, but instead felt the steady stream of shame continue to pour down her legs.
Once Bobbi had been fast, powerful, and lethal, but now she was awkward, fearsome, and helpless.
Still, she had to try to at least make a semblance of a fighting pose, awkwardly trying to shift one sodden leg in front of another, ball up her hands into fists, and try to reach round the barrage balloons that were proving a most unwelcome hindrance. Even her face found itself undergoing unexpected and unwanted changes; she attempted a forbidding sneer, but actually came out as a fuck-me glance; her lips slightly apart and moist with drool, bouncing off her swollen udders. And tears poured down her beautiful face.
All in all, the impression was truly pathetic, but the Ape definitely liked it; his mighty pork sword becoming ever more spear-like
"N-nice monkey", she whimpered, her once-commanding voice also changing from authoritative to a squeaking victim. "Y-you back away. I-I don't (pant) want to (huff) hurt you". Even speaking exhausted her depleted energy reserves, her arms slumping to her sides, gasping for much-needed air as her chest bounced crazily.
Annoyed that she was trying to think too hard and offer resistance to what it deemed a most worthwhile suitor, the alien invader that was now in near-total control of her voluptuous body decided to hinder her still further...
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