Valerie's Career Undercover

A redheaded FBI agent lands in some sticky situations.

Sex content: M+/F, F/F, oral, anal, gangbang, breast expansion, tattoo, hair modification, impregnation, mild weight gain, lactation, exhibitionism, humiliation

WAM content: wetlook, pies, desserts, fruit, mud, manure

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Hello, everyone. I can see we have quite a crowd today. It seems Valerie was one of our most popular agents and just about everyone wants to see her one last time. Yes, I know we were all shocked when news of her retirement was announced, but she has been with the agency for 25 years and was eligible for early retirement. Her retirement is especially well-deserved in light of her record of exemplary service. The undercover missions she has completed have gone down in FBI lore as some of the most daring and innovative ever accomplished. I was her immediate supervisor when she joined, and I've been her supervisor in one way or another ever since then, so they asked me to make this little speech and summarize her career. Of course, I will also discuss in detail the tradecraft of her missions, so this can serve as a learning experience for newer agents, and I've arranged for a camera to be put on a tripod so we can save these remarks for future training course. Just so you know, you will be recorded. Now, on with the speech I prepared. I'll try to keep it quick. I know you're all eager to eat from the dessert buffet they've put on the stage behind me. My thanks to the kitchen staff. The have really outdone themselves in terms of both quantity and quality. The frosting on the extra-large cake is exquisite, and it looks like there are over a dozen varieties of pie on this table!

I put together a little slideshow with some pictures I found in our files. This picture is of Valerie the day she joined. Yes, she looked so young then. She was just 20 years old. Of course, you can easily tell it's her by that beautiful smile and bright red, curly hair. This next picture is Valerie at the office Christmas party her first year on the job. Boy, were people trying to get her under the mistletoe! She was such a cute little thing. Everybody was drawn to her petite frame and sparkling personality. But I bet you've noticed one thing that's changed. Yes, Valerie's hair is still the same shade of red, and yes, she's just as happy-go-lucky as ever. But in her first two years at the agency, she was very flat chested, barely an A-cup. Not the buxom Valerie we all know and love! Well, there's a story behind all that, and it has to do with her first undercover mission.

Valerie had been working as an analyst at the local office. She wasn't initially a candidate for field work, but you know how undercover is always looking for fresh faces. Anyway, they recruited her to infiltrated a local motorcycle gang. The Devil's Angels gang was notorious at the time. People suspected them of smuggling, illegal gambling, money laundering, you name it. But we could never pin anything on them because they were very careful about who they talked to. All their business was conducted out of the gang's bar. If you were a man, you had to be a well-known member of the gang to gain entrance, and none of our field agents could pass as a grizzled biker. However, ladies seemed to have no problem coming and going. So, our idea was to set up Valerie as a customer at the bar and have her see if she could listen in on any discussions of illegal activity.

Now the thing about bikers is, they have a certain "type". In a word, they like bimbos. So we knew that it would take a bit of work for Valerie to become the sort of woman the bikers would trust. There was a big biker convention coming up in just a few days when Valerie was recruited, so we didn't have much time to brief her. I think she would have said no if we had explained all the details up front, but by the time she realized what she had signed up for it was too late.

We told Valerie that prepping for the mission would be like a day at the spa. Well, it was, in a sense. She just had to lay there while the disguise team went to work. They finished in less than an hour, and it was such a flurry of activity that she didn't get a good look at herself until they were done. I came in just as they brought her a mirror, so I witnessed her reaction firsthand. I think Valerie almost cried when she saw what they had done to her hair. It was bleached platinum blonde and straightened to within an inch of its life.

But that was just the beginning. Artificial tanner had been applied to give her the signature bimbo look, and she was obliged to stand naked in the middle of the room while it dried. Yes, that was a bit embarrassing, and Valerie was extremely shy back in those early days, but I appreciated her willingness to put the mission before her modesty.

As you can see here--yes, we took pictures, it's standard procedure to document the disguise for these kinds of operations--Valerie's pubic region had also been shaved and waxed. We wouldn't want her natural red pubic hair giving away her real identity. It's that kind of attention to detail that really makes me appreciate the team we have here.

Now, the changes I've described so far were temporary in nature. Fake tan wears off after a few weeks, and hair will eventually grow back. But we also made some inadvertently permanent changes to Valerie's body. First, as you can see here, a lower back tattoo--I believe the street term is "tramp stamp"--was applied. We had meant to use temporary ink, but there was a mix-up in the supply department. I'd like to draw your attention to the design chosen. A simple geometric pattern--a heart between some curlicues--was selected, on the basis to avoid any possible resemblance to logos of rival gangs, while the location of the heart in the center, with its lower tip descending below the panty line and into the top of the intra-buttocks cleft, was believed to be alluring enough to pique the attention of the bikers and make them talk more freely. I think we chose well, and Valerie doesn't seem to mind the tattoo. As you can see from this collage of bikini pictures at our annual beach party, she has displayed it with pride ever since.

Now, the last change is the most remarkable of all. As you can see from these profile pictures, Valerie's breasts grew much larger over the course of just an hour. Referring to the scale on the picture, it was a growth of just over 4 inches, or for those not familiar with bra sizing, from an A-cup to a generous double-D. Now, how did we do it? Time was too short for implants, and those are not always natural-looking enough. Fortunately, we had acquired an experimental cream that the research division was working on. Topical application was observed to cause temporary growth of mammary glands, with a rapid onset and half-life of around 1 to 2 weeks. The enlarged breasts were found to be perkier than average, but indistinguishable from similarly sized and perky breasts of naturally endowed women. However, in Valerie's case, the growth was not just rapid but also permanent. We're not sure why it was in her case. Perhaps it was an interaction with the tanning spray or maybe it was just a fluke. Unfortunately for those in the audience wanting to give your wives or girlfriends a little "enhancement", the active ingredient in the cream has been classified a national secret and is only available with department approval for essential intelligence operations, not recreational cosmetic use.

We completed Valerie's disguise with jeans, a white crop top, gaudy jewelry and makeup that the field notes describe as, and this is a direct quote, "whorish". You can study this photograph and judge for yourself. Valerie was dropped off at the biker bar just after 2000 hours.

Records indicate that shortly before 2200 hours, she was awarded first place in a wet t-shirt contest. Here are some pictures of the contest recovered from cellphones of bikers who were later arrested.  You can clearly see why she won. It wasn't just a matter of size. It terms of shape, aureola, and nipples, she outclassed all the other women. Also, witnesses report that she had a highly magnetic and attractive personality. I know, Valerie is usually so timid around the office here, but when she was dressed in slutty, wet clothes in front of dozens of raucous bikers, she really came out of her shell!

As the winner of the contest, Valerie was the only woman taken backstage to entertain the leadership of the biker gang while they talked business. A microphone hidden in one of her hoop earrings transmitted their conversation, and at 0027, the decision was made to send in a team to arrest them. This operation resulted in 17 successful prosecutions, including the leader of the gang, who is currently serving a lengthy sentence in federal prison. He has tried to appeal his conviction, arguing entrapment because Valerie gave him and several other gang leaders blowjobs. Photographs taken shortly after the arrest show a thick white liquid on Valerie's face, chin and breasts, but so far judges have accepted her testimony that she spilled some yogurt she was eating at the time of the arrest, and they have denied his appeal.

After the conclusion of that operation, Valerie returned to work as an analyst in the financial crimes division. In the 5 years that followed, she rose in the ranks and garnered respect for her skills at analyzing company finances. Here she is accepting an award for outstanding work in computer-assisted forensic accounting at the internal conference a few years later. As you can see, her beautiful, curly red hair grew back just fine, and I think that dress fits her new chest well. It was shortly after this picture was taken that she was recruited for her second undercover operation.

It was actually Valerie's own analysis that determined that a local bakery was actually a front for a notorious organized crime syndicate. They were using it to launder millions of dollars per year. Wiretaps indicated that they were planning to make a huge transfer on New Year's Eve before abandoning the front and going underground, where we would never be able to find them. It was already September when we intercepted those communications, so we knew we had to act fast.

Valerie had already established herself as an agent capable of rapid infiltration, and she was the one had originally detected suspicious financial activity in the front, so she practically insisted on being the one to go undercover and gather evidence. The plan was that she would apply for a job in the bakery and use her access to gain information that could lead to some arrests. As with her previous undercover mission, I'm not so sure she would have been so eager if she knew how things would turn out.

Once again, it was necessary to disguise Valerie's appearance as much as possible, and once again it was necessary to sacrifice her hair. Intelligence indicated that the front business was in a bohemian neighborhood and most of the locals had an arty or punk-rock aesthetic, so Valerie's hair was cut short in a pixie cut and dyed electric blue. She got several new piercings in her ears, as well as a nose ring and a tongue piercing.

Just like last time, her pubic hair was removed. Just before Valerie was sent into the field, senior leadership reviewed these photographs of her. They were concerned that the short hair made her too androgynous and potentially intimidating to the suspects. I know--a chest like that and they thought she wasn't feminine enough. Sometimes, I think they complain just for the sake of it. But to address their concerns, we added another tattoo.  Most of you have seen some of this tattoo at our annual beach party, but now you will get to see the whole thing. This picture was taken shortly after she got the tattoo. The tattoo is a floral design that emphasizes her feminine and unthreatening nature. The design and placement were also chosen to maximize her sex appeal. The tattoo depicts a flowering vine that appears to sprout from the top of her vagina, near her clitoris. The vine travels up her pubic mound and stops at her belly button. She was given low-cut jeans and crop tops to wear in the field, and we felt that the allure of the tattoo would mean she was certain to get a job a the bakery.

As expected, the bakery operators thought with their balls instead of their brains, and they couldn't resist hiring the sexy woman who interviewed for a job. Over the months that followed, Valerie was tireless in her pursuit of evidence to build a case. Not only did she work 80-hour weeks at the bakery, she also dated two other employees--a man and a woman--in the hopes of gathering files they kept at their residences. That last detail was surprising for us to find out, especially since we didn't know Valerie was into women. But it seemed either Valerie was very dedicated to her job, or we didn't know everything about her. Slowly but surely, we were building a case.

We monitored radio chatter and in December intercepted some discussion between members of syndicate who had some suspicions that Valerie was a mole. Unfortunately, due to many analysts taking annual leave, the messages were not processed in a timely manner. That mean that that, although we were in frequent communication with Valerie, we did not warn her of the danger to her mission. On December 31, we lost all contact with Valerie.

Now, I knew Valerie was not in any real danger. The members of the syndicate have a strict code of honor, and none of them would even think of hurting a woman. But it never feels good to lose contact with one of your agents. I was worried they would get her to tell them everything we had. Then, they could delete anything incriminating and abscond scot-free. We were planning to send in a SWAT team at 0500 on January 1, just after the money was transferred between couriers, but at 2248 on December 31, I ordered them to move in early and rescue Valerie. I also activated the one-way emergency communication channel to her an ordered her to prevent the suspects from leaving the premises until the arrest team could arrive. I predicted that in less than half an hour, we would have the suspects under arrest and Valerie safe and sound.

Unfortunately, there was a series of mishaps that night. First, because the arrest team was sent out early, they hadn't yet equipped their cars with sirens or lights, and they were forced to contend with heavy New Year's Eve traffic. Arriving at their destination at 0015, they then realized that they had been given the wrong address, to a property across town. They left at 0047, and again were delayed by traffic, this time due to people leaving New Year's Eve parties. They arrived at the correct address at 0301, nearly 4 hours later than expected. What they saw when they arrived shocked all of them.

Valerie was tied to a chair in the middle of the bakery, surrounded by 4 men and 1 woman who worked for the syndicate. She was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of what we later learned to be a mixture of pie crust, pie filling and whipped cream. DNA tests taken from her vagina and other parts of her body found semen from all the men in multiple locations. The following narrative has been assembled from hundreds of hours of interviews and a painstaking examination of the physical evidence.

Valerie figured out on her own that the members of syndicate were suspicious of her, but thought she could maintain her cover by assuming a nonchalant attitude. On New Year's Eve, she showed up at the bakery as normal, but was so closely watched that she was unable to send any outgoing messages to us. She received my message asking her to keep the suspects on the premises at the same moment that one of them went through her purse and found her FBI badge. They were outraged, and tied her to a chair while they figured out what to do.

The suspects wanted to interrogate Valerie to find out how much she knew, but, as I said, the members of syndicate have a strict rule against harming women. However, they have no rules against doing things that are harmless but unpleasant. First, they doused her with cold water, but she would not talk. Then, they mixed flour with the water. This made a thick paste, which is uncomfortable and very difficult to remove, especially from hair. In fact, after Valerie was rescued, she had no choice but to completely shave her head. After Valerie still refused to talk, they started throwing pies at her. The bakery was a front operation, so there were hundreds of unsold pies lying in the storeroom. When Valerie's clothes became saturated with the contents of the pies, they cut off her clothes and threw pies at her naked body. When they finally ran out of pies, they had sex with her.

Now, when the SWAT team burst in and found Valerie tied up like that, we all suspected that the suspects had forced themselves on Valerie. During interrogation, the suspects claimed that Valerie had consented, that she had come on to them, that she had practically begged them to have sex with her. Of course they would say that, and we didn't believe them. But we were surprised when Valerie confirmed their account.

What had happened was this: when they ran out of pies shortly after midnight, and it was clear Valerie wasn't going to give up any information, they decided to leave her tied to the chair and abscond with the money. The day shift at the bakery, who were not aware of the illegal backroom operations, would find her in the morning, sticky but otherwise no worse for the wear. By the time a pursuit could be put together, the criminals would already be in Switzerland and out of our jurisdiction. Valerie overheard their whispered deliberations, and, desperate to keep them there until the SWAT team arrived, she stalled them the only way she could: she offered sex. Of course, these criminals were pretty rough customers, not the kind who are on the receiving end of much female attention, especially one as attractive as Valerie, so they couldn't resist the chance to score with a beautiful woman, even one tied to a chair and covered in desserts. They took turns, ordered by seniority, and she was so good they decided to go for seconds. Finding her charms undiminished, they were in the middle of round three when the SWAT team apprehended them. Giving in to Valerie's temptation had been their undoing.

During her debriefing, Valerie confessed she had an ulterior motive for her actions. The woman and one of the men present that night were the bakery employees she had dated, and in her interview she said that she knew they were both was going to prison, so she just wanted to, and I quote "lick that sweet pussy and fuck and suck that long, thick tool one last time." That's not the kind of language we usually hear from Valerie around the office! To this day, I am not sure if her lustiness was part of her getting into character for her undercover identity, or if the chance to assume a new identity unleashed something inside of her. Regardless, it was important to Valerie that, although the suspects would be going away for a long time on various racketeering convictions, we not also charge them with rape when nothing of the sort had occurred. I know it was hard for Valerie to tell us that she had initiated the sexual encounter, and it was hard for her to reiterate it under oath during a deposition, and it was hard for her husband to hear it when the court records were released to the media. But that kind of honesty and integrity is one of the reasons why Valerie is such a highly-valued agent.

Oh, yes, Valerie had a husband. And still has one. They were high school sweethearts and got married shortly after she joined the force, so I guess their silver anniversary is coming up. Congratulations to the couple! It's too bad he couldn't be here today. But as a classified talk, attendance is limited to FBI members only. I have met Valerie's husband on several occasions, and he is a great guy. Very supportive of his wife, and completely understanding of the sacrifices she makes for her job. All things considered, he was a very good sport about this undercover mission, and also the next one--but I'm getting ahead of myself.

After achieving a bit of fame for the "Big Bakery Bust", as it's come to be known, Valerie returned to running numbers for the financial crimes unit and seemed to put undercover work behind her. Well, with a couple exceptions. The first is kind of funny. It turns out, there was a security camera running in the bakery all night long. So, everything from the night was recorded, in color and with sound. The video was widely distributed as a shining example of how to not only resist interrogation but also use your wiles to manipulate suspect behavior. A couple years later, the video was screened for all members of the FBI, and Valerie was asked to provide a commentary, letting us know the sensations the camera couldn't capture, and also providing explanations for her actions. Well, by that point, not many people knew it was her in the video, and almost no one would have suspected her of such wanton actions. As the video and her talk went on, she got more and more embarrassed by seeing how she had acted and how much she had, judging by the loudness of her orgasmic moans, enjoyed stalling the suspects. She started blushing, and by the time the video finished, her face was as red as her hair!

The other lasting consequence of Valerie's mission is much more serious, and it highlights the toll that undercover work can take. In the weeks that followed the completion of the mission, I became increasingly concerned about Valerie's well-being. Her performance, usually excellent, had deteriorated enormously. Her clothes were often disheveled, and she received several reprimands for acting inappropriately in the workplace. I had a candid discussion with her about these issues, and under my advisement, she saw an agency counselor.

The counselor spent several days evaluating Valerie before giving a diagnosis and treatment plan. Valerie was diagnosed with, well the technical term is "acquired associational hypersexuality." In layman's terms, it's like this: Valerie had what she enthusiastically described as the best sex of her life under very unusual circumstances, namely being covered in pies. That combination mean that she would associate being hit with a pie with sex and get aroused. For most people, the stimulation is very specific and causes heightened but manageable arousal. However, Valerie's case was one of the most unusual they had ever seen. The reason is unknown: perhaps because they had used so many pies, or because her orgasms were so intense, or because she had had so many orgasms in such a short amount of time. But the result is that Valerie would be aroused not just by getting messy from a pie, but even just from seeing a pie. And not just pies either: her hypersexual response could be triggered by almost any kind of baked good or dessert food. Even noticing that someone had left donuts in the breakroom would be like watching an X-rated film for Valerie.

So Valerie would respond with arousal to a wide variety of sweet foods. But her response was not just an ordinary level of arousal. She would be afflicted with such an intense desire for sex that she would temporarily meet the diagnostic criteria for sex addiction. I say temporarily because she could return to normal after one--or during severe attacks, several--orgasms. But the problem was the interval between being triggered and achieving release. Valerie would be overcome by a compulsive desire to have sex. Obsessive thoughts of sex would interfere with concentration, which explained her deteriorating job performance. Also, she would become increasingly tempted to disrobe or touch herself, which explained her disheveled clothing, and she would even feel compelled to proposition her co-workers, which explained the complaints to HR.

It was explained to us that there was no cure for Valerie's condition, only strategies to manage it. The main course of therapy proposed was a variety of meditation and counseling to help her control her thoughts and resist her urges. It was thought that if Valerie responded well, she could live life normally and even eat dessert with friends without experiencing distress. However, this treatment would take months, if not years, to complete, and there was no guarantee of success.

So in the interim, a stopgap measure was needed. The list of foods that might set her off was too large to ban them all, and even if we could, even saying the name of a food could be enough to trigger one of her episodes. For example, I remember a staff meeting where someone mentioned making a pie chart. A few minutes later, we heard a moan and turned to see Valerie fingering herself to orgasm under the table. So, how could we accommodate her condition and ensure she could remain a member of the team?

Eventually, we came up with a solution. We set aside one of the utility closets as a privacy chamber for Valerie. If she felt her compulsive feelings coming on, she could duck in and masturbate to relieve herself. Then, she could return to work as normal. Initially, this seemed like it would work, but we soon noticed that Valerie was spending several hours a day in there. Apparently, it sometimes took her a while to achieve orgasm, and sometimes she needed to have multiple orgasms to fully relieve herself. We went back to the counselor, who suggested that, because Valerie's experience in the bakery featured actual sex, she would respond better to actual rather than simulated sex. Some experimentation confirmed this was the case. If Valerie was exposed to a pie, it took her an average of 53 minutes to relieve herself through masturbation. However, when Valerie looked at a pie at home and then had sex with her husband, they both achieved a simultaneous orgasm after less than 5 minutes, and Valerie reported a complete relief from compulsions.

Now, we had a dilemma. Valerie's husband couldn't stick around all day to have sex with her. First of all, he had a job of his own. Second, he wouldn't be permitted in the FBI building, due to a lack of security clearance. And finally, Valerie could experience 6 or 7 episodes in one day, too much for one man to handle. After much discussion, we came up with a solution, and after some persuasion, Valerie's husband gave his approval.

We set up a system in which any time Valerie felt her compulsions coming on, she could ask a man to have sex with her in the utility closet. Several men were chosen for this duty. As her supervisor, I felt an obligation to remain "on-call" for most of these, but backups were also designated in case I was unavailable. They also came in handy because if an exposure to a baked product was especially severe, such as the cupcake platters distributed on Employee Appreciation Day, Valerie would require the attentions of two or three men at once. On a few occasions, none of the designated men was available, so Valerie ended up grabbing the first man or woman she came across, who often happened to the same person who had inadvertently brought in a desire-inflaming dessert food to begin with. Fortunately, all of her "conscripts" enjoyed helping her out, although a few of them had jealous spouses to explain the situation to.

I'd like to take the chance to thank those who went above and beyond by helping Valerie with her problem. First of all, Brady, Dontay and Lyndsey. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Cardone. Then there was Irvin and his twin sons; I am sure they did not regret their decision to spend the summer working here for our college intern program. Occasional assistance was also provided by Dania, Letitia and the Willibrand sisters.

From time to time, we were also assisted by civilian members of the community. Although none of them are present, we should acknowledge their service. First, the members of the local fire Department, who were summoned when Valerie accidentally pulled a fire alarm as she struggled to control her body after she saw that two people had both brought in birthday cakes on the same day. Second, members of a lucky tour group. We used to let select groups of adults tour a few rooms of the building, as an public outreach effort. We knew that ice cream was also a food that could trigger Valerie's condition, so we should have added ice cream cones to the list of items not allowed to be brought in by tourists. It probably wouldn't have been an issue, but it was a hot day and almost all of them had bought a cone from an ice cream truck parked outside shortly before beginning the tour. Regardless, I am glad so many of the tourists were willing to step into action and help Valerie get some relief from her condition. Finally, we are all grateful to the entire senior class of local high schooll. Again, it was an oversight on our part that allowed them to bring in ice cream sandwiches as part of their pack lunches. But I am sure their visit to our building was a career day activity they will never forget!

Of course, I shouldn't understate the emotional toll that Valerie's condition had on her, both physically and mentally. Being used by some many people every day left her so sore I often saw her walking bow-legged to her car at the end of the day. She had to wear certain types of clothing for easy access, and I could tell she wasn't comfortable always dressing "like a cheap hooker" as several people described it. Sometimes her panties got ripped or lost, and there was rarely time for condoms, so she was often embarrassed by semen leaking from her vagina at inopportune moments. Things were hard for Valerie's husband too. Valerie had to go on the pill to avoid getting pregnant from any of these encounters, and that was disappointing to him because he had wanted to start a family. He was also worried about her safety, so we agreed to set up a livestream from the utility closet so he could make sure she wasn't being treated too roughly. But I can only imagine the torment he felt seeing his wife be taken by so many other people so many times.

Meanwhile, Valerie's other treatments continued. Gradually, her condition started to improve. She began to be able to tolerate the sight of desserts while maintaining control of herself. After 4 years, she could eat dessert with a group of people and act completely normally. We were all happy for her recovery. But a year after that, there was a major incident. Over the weekend, Valerie was shopping at the mall, when another shopper coming from the food court tripped and accidentally spilled their milkshake all over her. It turns out that although Valerie could resist the sight of sweet foods, getting messy with them provided a stronger stimulus that overcame her usual defenses. In addition, the interval of several years since her last episode meant that her urges had built up cumulatively, causing a relapse that was even worse than her usual attacks. When she felt the milkshake drenching her clothing, Valerie could feel her old condition returning. She frantically called me, begging for help, and then dropped the phone. I requested backup and rushed to the mall. By the time I got there, she had already caused a major scene. Ultimately, it took the efforts of 10 strong men, and 2 brave women, to subdue Valerie. Fortunately, the other shoppers and mall staff were understanding and willing to sign non-disclosure agreements.

Valerie had a few more relapses after that. A few junior agents accidentally-on-purpose spilled custard on her, in order to get laid. They were reprimanded for their actions, and the incident was not repeated. I am happy to report that it has now been well over 10 years since the last time Valerie had an episode. That being said, we should try to make sure we do not set her off again. Experts have advised us that her pent-up urges have accumulated and grown exponentially over that time. If nothing disturbs her subconscious, she will be fine. But a strong stimulus, like a pie to the face, would be like a gunshot that triggers a sexual avalanche. So, once dessert is served, let's be careful around Valerie. I'd hate for anything untoward to happen on her last day.

Speaking of dessert, it looks like the kitchen staff has arrived with some more pies.  Yes? [INAUDIBLE] ... just put them on the same table over there. [INAUDIBLE] They said that when they saw the crowd was larger than expected, they baked some more to make sure nobody goes hungry. We are in for a treat, folks! This table is quite literally sagging under the weight of so many pies. I'll try to wrap up my speech quickly, so we can eat them while they're still warm. I'll just summarize Valerie's final undercover mission, which is the most daring and successful operation she executed, as well as an excellent capstone to her career.

After Valerie had sufficiently recovered to control her sexual urges, she worked diligently and rose in the ranks. Over the next 10 years or so, she was promoted, first to Deputy Chief, then Associate Director and finally Head of the Organized Crime Unit. She was approaching her mid-40s, but, as you can see in this official portrait, could pass for much younger. Yes, she was still as beautiful as ever, but now had accumulated much dignity and maturity.

Valerie had achieved many things, but one, or rather two, things eluded her: the leaders of two gangs, the Rollin' G's and the Vicious 9's. Those were the two biggest organized crime syndicates in the country. Their leaders lived on either side of town. Generally, the two organizations stayed in their territory, with only occasional conflict. But both were constant sources of crime. Despite years of effort, we could only convict low-level members, never the higher-ups. In her leadership role, Valerie became dedicated--some would say, obsessed--with arresting both of the bosses. She had them under constant surveillance, and received an intelligence briefing every morning with reports from our people inside.

Now, as it turned out, the leaders of G's and 9's were different in many ways, but, our spies found out, they had one thing in common: both of them had a redhead fetish. Both were married, but stakeout teams noticed a steady stream of redheaded hookers and mistresses coming and going from their residences. And both were very picky: they wanted only natural redheads of a certain shade.

As it so happens, Valerie's hair is just that shade of red. And, as someone who had worked their cases for years, Valerie knew every detail of their lives. She knew their likes, their dislikes, their every hidden desire and fear. She probably even knew them better than they knew themselves. Therefore, she made the unconventional decision to go undercover herself. Usually, a high-ranking administrator, as Valerie was at the time, would delegate the task. But Valerie's physical attributes and in-depth knowledge of the suspects made her the perfect person for the role. Nobody else could do it.

Prior to going undercover, Valerie spent many months in preparation. We laid the groundwork for two separate undercover identities, both tailored to each leader's tastes. One had a linking for ass tattoos, while the other preferred inner thigh tattoos. So, Valerie had to have both a butterfly tattooed on one cheek, and a long-stemmed rose tattooed along the inside of one of her thighs. The two men also had different tastes in clothing: one preferred his women to wear thigh highs, especially white ones with pink bows on top, while the other had a predilection for traditional garters, with a belt; one liked his women in low-cut dresses, while the other preferred women to wear short skirts; one preferred thongs, while the other preferred full-cut panties that were either sheer or crotchless; and so on. Valerie had to get two separate wardrobes. She was due for some new clothes anyway. Intelligence had determined that both suspects would likely prefer a more full-figured woman, so Valerie put on some weight to add curves to her butt and thighs. Over the course of her preparation, she went up a few dress sizes and her panty size increased from Small to Large. You can see from these comparison pictures that her large bust no longer contrasted with her otherwise petite figure; instead, it was complemented by a thick lower body that gave her a classic hourglass physique.

The other commonality between the two men was that both liked their women to have full, untrimmed pubic hair. They were really into the natural redhead thing. Valerie confessed to me that her husband had come to like her pubic area completely waxed and hairless, but she decided to grow out her pubic hair again for the sake of the mission. I commend Valerie on her dedication to the task, and I also appreciate the sacrifices of her husband. It must have been hard to see his wife make so many changes to her appearance for the sake of two other men, but I am sure he appreciates that it was all for a good cause.

Once Valerie had established her two cover identities, she set about dating both men simultaneously. She presented herself to the leader of the G's as an executive seeking to launder a large sum of money she had embezzled from her company; to the leader of the 9's, she presented herself as a rogue software engineer who could hack into banks and stock markets. Of course, both men mixed business with pleasure, so her rendezvous were often romantic, or booty calls, rather than pure evidence-gathering sessions. Still, Valerie was rapidly building a rapport with both suspects, and we were sure that soon we could move in for a double arrest.

During this time, there were a few close calls where Valerie almost got caught. Both suspects were married, and it was imperative that Valerie avoid a wrathful wife, as that would disrupt the relationship and compromise the mission.

In one case, Valerie was attending a formal cocktail party on a boat with one of the suspects, when she spotted his wife across the crowd. Apparently, the wife had been suspicious and snuck onto the boat just before it left the dock to verify her husband's activities. In order to avoid detection, Valerie jumped off the boat. The party was under surveillance at the time. You can see, in this video, Valerie jumping off in her best evening dress. The dress balloons upwards as she hits the water, and then Valerie submerges and begins swimming towards shore. Fortunately, the boat was only a short distance from the mainland. Ten minutes later, Valerie made contact with a team on the coast. Here's a photo of her, with her soaked dress clinging to her figure, drenched but otherwise unharmed.

Another instance of Valerie acting quickly to avoid detection came when she was spending the night with one of the suspects in his apartment. The suspect's wife, who had been on a girls' night out, returned earlier than expected. The only exit was the window, which Valerie jumped out of. Fortunately, the apartment was only on the second floor of the building, and Valerie's fall was cushioned by a fruit stand below. Unfortunately, the fruit stand was full of spoiled and overripe fruit that the fruit-seller had left out overnight to be taken by trash collectors in the morning. It was a soft, but very messy landing for Valerie. This photograph shows what Valerie looked like after she landed. The dress, in case you can't tell underneath all that mess, was originally powder blue, but we were never able to get the stains out. We had hoped that the underwear and stockings could be salvaged, but because she landed feet-first, the fruit went up inside her dress. You can see the results here. So much lace and silk, stained forever. Don't worry about those two overripe bananas you see wedged into her vagina. They were surprisingly easy to remove. And they made great banana bread to be served in the break room the next day!

Preparations for arrests were in place when something unexpected happened. All of a sudden, we lost contact with Valerie, and surveillance teams lost sight of both suspects. Frantically, we mobilized teams throughout the country, and then internationally. Six weeks later, we had tracked down Valerie and the suspects to a remote farmhouse in rural Mexico.

What had happened was this: the two gang leaders had been in secret communication with each other, in order to coordinate their illicit dealings. During their conversations, each had started bragging about the hot redhead they were seeing. Comparing notes, they realized that they were in fact seeing the same woman. It turns out, having so many distinctive tattoos gave away Valerie's identity.

Fortunately, Valerie is a quick thinker. When the two men confronted her, she maintained her cover. She was, she explained, a software engineer who could both provide hacking tools and who was also embezzling from her employer; she had just contacted the two men for separate jobs as a way of hedging her bets. Fortunately, they bought it. Now, these two gang leaders are not exactly holders of the moral high ground, so as long as they don't think you're a cop, they can forgive just about anything, especially a transgression as minor as sleeping around. What's more, Valerie had really captivated both men. Their affairs with her had become more than just physical or business--I truly believe that Valerie was so attractive to them that they felt something like love for her.

News began to trickle in from our network of informants. When the two gang leaders realized that they shared a mistress, they decided to set aside any jealousy and begin a polyamorous relationship with her. Furthermore, they decided to merge the two gangs. This considerably raised the stakes. If the G's and 9's merged, the resulting entity would be the largest criminal enterprise in the history of the country, and it would be almost unstoppable in its ability to carry out illegal activities.

Further intelligence revealed that the reason for the departure was to have a "leaders' retreat" of sorts, at which the details of the merger would be hashed out. The culmination would be  signing ceremony of the agreement of the merger, followed by a wedding ceremony where Valerie would be declared the shared wife of the two leaders. No church or state would recognize such a marriage, of course, but it would at least hold the force of law in the eyes of the gang members.

By the time we pieced all this together, the signing ceremony/wedding was schedule for a date just a few days in the future. Now, you may be wondering, what was Valerie doing all this time? Well, she had her hands full, attending to her two amorous husbands-to-be. After each day of negotiations, they would retire to a shared room and explore all sorts of threesome arrangements with Valerie. Here are some photos we recovered afterwards. In this one, you can see the classic "spit roast" position. As a high performer in the workplace, Valerie excelled at multi-tasking and working on multiple projects, but I bet she never thought she would get so much practice at balance the tasks of sucking a cock and taking another cock from behind!

And in this picture, you can see her sandwiched between the two gang leaders. Yes, that's simultaneous vaginal and anal penetration. Valerie is very dedicated to her job, and was willing to give up her ass for the sake of the mission. As a matter of fact, Valerie was an anal virgin before she was spirited away to the farmhouse. She says she never learned who exactly took her anal virginity. When the two gang leaders learned, early during the time at the farmhouse, about her inexperience, they tossed a coin to determine who would get to pop her anal cherry, and then Valerie was blindfolded when the popping was done. Just so you know, Valerie said she enjoyed the experience and came to relish the addition of a new dimension to her sex life.

One more picture. Double vaginal penetration. And Valerie is giving it a double thumbs up. I have to say, I always worry about my undercover agents, but Valerie always manages to enjoy herself. Oh, almost forgot about that picture. The aftermath. Her vagina is stretched open almost as wide as the grin on her face. And that's a lot of cum! In her pussy of course, not on her face, although I think we have another photo where--well, I better get back to the point.

The day of the signing--and wedding--ceremony came, and we had a full team in place to swoop in.

The gang leaders had a camera rolling--everyone wants a video of their wedding, even hardened criminals. I'll play the video now. Here comes Valerie down the aisle. Look at that beautiful white wedding dress. Now, just before she reaches the altar, the SWAT team comes in.

Well, the video is a bit hard to follow after that, so I'll summarize. Basically, all hell broke loose. It was complete pandemonium. Actually, if you zoom in here, you can see Valerie's training take over. She executes a tactical jump out of an open window--it was a ground floor window--to remove herself from the situation and make her way to an exfiltration point. As it turns out, that wasn't necessary; two minutes after our team came in, all of the gang members were subdued and in handcuffs, with absolutely no casualties. It was a textbook operation and couldn't have gone smoother. But Valerie didn't know that.

What happened to Valerie? Well, here's footage from a surveillance camera outside the window. You can see Valerie jump out and land in a big mud puddle. Nice vivid color on this surveillance camera. You can see the bright red hair and pristine white dress as she jumps out, and after she lands--well, it's all brown. Then she crawls out of the mud and tries to find the exit.

As I mentioned, the compound was on a farm, and the closest way to the exit was through the pig sty. There were more cameras monitoring almost every part of the farm. Here, we can see Valerie crawling through the pig sty. Excellent form on her stealth crawl: she keeps low to the ground to avoid detection. It's too bad we had lost contact with her, or we would have told her such measures were unnecessary.

After going through the pig sty, Valerie still had to crawl across the main field, which had just been freshly manured. It was about a mile of crawling until she reached the road. At that point, she walked to the nearest field office about 20 miles away. It was close to noon by the time she arrived there, and she was ripe from the warm sun.

This picture was taken on her arrival. You can see how the muck is just caked on. And you can imagine the smell! Of course, the wedding dress was completely ruined. When she took it off, as shown in this picture, it was clear that her nice bridal lingerie set was ruined too. And you can see from how the panties bulge that somehow a large amount of slop got *into* her undergarments. Ah yes, there's the video of her taking off her bra and panties. She's so dirty, you can barely tell when she's naked. Look at all the muck flowing down her body. You better believe Valerie had a loooong shower after that. Not that it did much good. Her husband later told me that even a month after she returned from her mission, he occasionally caught a whiff of manure on her.

Despite the messy ending for Valerie, the mission was a huge success. We successfully arrested and, in the six months following, prosecuted not only the two largest criminal masterminds in the country but also more than a hundred of their lieutenants. The last trial concluded a few weeks ago. After all that, Valerie announced her retirement. It would be natural to end one's career on a high note like that, but there was another factor at play. You see, Valerie is going to be a mother!

Now, I had mentioned that, due to her condition, Valerie was on the pill. But when she was whisked away to the farmhouse, it was in such a hurry that she left her birth control behind. Add to that the large amount of sexual activity, and it's almost inevitable that she would end up pregnant. Of course, the next question is: who is the father? Well, there are actually two fathers. Valerie is going to have twins, and DNA testing has revealed that the twins each have a different father. One was conceived by the leader of the Rollin' G's and the other was conceived by the leader of the Vicious 9's.

Well, it was humiliating for Valerie's husband to learn that his wife is carrying another man's child--two other men's children, in fact. But he came around to things when he learned that he and Valerie would have full custody. Turns out, he had wanted to start a family for so long that he was just happy to be a dad, regardless of how it came about.

And as for the biological fathers of Valerie's children--well, they have both been sentenced to federal prison and are unlikely to be released any time soon. But Valerie sees the best in everyone and holds out hope for their reformation. In fact, as the mother of their children, she is entitled to conjugal visits with them, and she has told me that she plans on making as many visits as possible, in the hopes of making the two former gang leaders into productive members of society.

OK! That pretty much wraps it up for Valerie's career. Now, before we eat, let's hear a few words from the lady herself. Oh, before she comes up, just a quick note about Valerie's appearance. She is pregnant with twins, you know, and she's pretty far along. Her breasts, which were on the large side to begin with, have really swollen up and are already lactating. She's told me that their growth has been so rapid, she hasn't had time to buy a bra that fits, so she's braless today. And she's fairly self-conscious about the changes to her body, so please don't make any lewd remarks and please try not to stare, even if you can see her nipples poking through her dress or the fabric is wet with breast milk.

Without further ado, Valerie, come on stage! OK, Val, over here, [INAUDIBLE], careful of that cable--oh! [INAUDIBLE]

It's OK, folks, Valerie has just tripped and fallen into the cake. I guess her big, pregnant belly is making it harder to balance. It's OK, Valerie. Just focus and breathe deeply. You can do it. That's right. Wow, I've never seen her get this messy and control her urges. That's great, Valerie!

She's going to be fine! When you're ready, Valerie, come over to the microphone. No, don't lean on that table! Oh, no! [WALKS AWAY FROM MICROPHONE; AUDIO IS FRAGMENTARY] ....huge mess...like a catapult...pies everywhere...covered in them...banana cream...right on her face...past the point of no return...

[RETURNS TO MICROPHONE] We have a bit of a situation here. I'm afraid Valerie is in the process of having a major relapse. There goes her dress. And her panties. Did someone catch them? Just hold on to them until they can be returned. Valerie---[SOUND OF A SCUFFLE] No, no, don't be alarmed. Valerie's hypersexuality is just taking over. She has me pinned to the ground, but it's just to ride my cock. I'm not in any danger. No, Ted, don't come up here. Well, now look you've done. You might as well let her suck your cock now. But no one else should approach--well, too late. That's OK, Rodrigo, just let her guide your cock to her ass. Don't worry Jake, she's just giving you a handjob. Same for you, Dan. I never knew she was ambidextrous. Wow, her tits are leaking all over the place. Can someone take care of that? OK, Kim, you take the one covered in chocolate; Alex, take the one covered in raspberry sauce.

I've seen Valerie do a lot of things, but this is the first time I've seen her pleasure 5 people at once. Seven, if you include the two sucking her tits. This is really spectacular. Who knows how many orgasms we'll need to give her before she returns to her senses? OK, everyone, form a line. All of you, men and women. You have a duty to your fellow agent, and we're not going to abandon her in her time of need. And can someone call her husband? Tell him that she'll be coming home late.

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