The Mammarian Candy Date: Part 2 By Zuiderzee: zuiderzee@yahoo.com Super-equipped, Super-endowed She-Spy continues on her Secret Mission to turn a a developing Boy into a Good Egg--and vice-versa! m, F, size, BE, PE, reluc, ScFi, fembot, virg, voy, and a smidgen of incest Disclaimer: Intended for non-bioengineered forms who have reached the adult stage in their life-cycles. Hi! This is my story, so if you're like reading this, you're like reading my story. And it's like a real story, as in not made up, but I had to change some things for security reasons and junk, so no one gets found out, 'cause it would be like, totally embarassing and that fat guy with the beard and the baseball cap who made that movie about the school shooting and who's like right now goofing on the President with another movie might try to interview some of the people who were involved and a lot of them don't want to be on film and something really bad might happen to that guy, and he might wind up dead and people would get suspicious if they found his camera and not him. And I like already have cameras inside my body, but they're like really really SMALL cameras and I can see what's going on inside me in case something goes wrong, and I'm not allowed to go to doctors 'cause they don't know about my body, and I have to see the doctors at the place where I work and no one else, so I have to be totally careful and not wind up in a normal hospital. And something really special and beautiful happened to me, but I wasn't expecting it to turn out the way it did, but it like, y'know did. And that led to other things, but...So, like, name is Kiki Vale, so I like, like being called Kiki Vale, not Kinky. A lot of boys and some girls like to call me Kinky rather than Kiki, but they're like, so totally jerky and bitchy, and I'm like really a nice person, even though I'm a spy. And we all have to be careful, 'cause spies are like, really dangerous people because of what they know, and if I say anything to you I'm like not supposed to say, I might have to come and kill you someday and that would be way uncool, 'cause it takes time to eliminate someone and they'd probably make me do it myself. But I'd really have to hate you and what you'd did, 'cause I'm like, really mellow and junk and that's supposed to be good for your system, and most of the time, I'm like, really mellow except during certain times of the month and if you're a girl, you'll know what I mean, and if you're a girl who's reading this, you'll like, really know what I mean, 'cause I like fluctuate, and it doesn't mean making a poop-poop noise, it's just a big word for shifting between things and I do that a lot, and sometimes I get grumpy and when I get grumpy, I get grouchy. And then other times I get Super-Duper horny, I mean REALLY HORNY, and I get weird feelings 'cause I like have one of my eggs moving through me, I mean not like an egg I ate somewhere, but like an egg that I made out of my baby-making organs and junk, and depending on how fresh the egg is, that's how I feel. I'm 25 right now, which isn't that old, but I remember when I first became a spy, I was 22 and younger by a few years. I knew I was special, but not enough to become a spy, but I like to watch people and I have this way freaky body that's more bendy and stretchy than a normal girl which might be good for a spy if she has to do something that makes her have to bend and stretch. I don't know what. So, one time when I was feeling horny because of my newest egg, I came on to my brother, Lee. Lee isn't my brother brother, 'cause I was adopted into his family when I was a baby, so I grew up with him as my little brother when he was born and I took care of him for a while, but we went to different schools and didn't see a lot of each other until I came back to visit and we were both growing up and he was looking really good, really foxy, sexy good and he had this long, thick, peepie-thingie, 'cause I'd seen it when I changed his diapers when he was small and I kinda knew that when he grew older, it would be big, and it was BIG, like FRANKENPENIS big, but I wasn't a virgin and he wasn't either because he'd been with all these other chicks and he knew what was what and I kinda did too and I did it on a dare with myself, but when I saw how big he was when he got hard, I knew he wasn't my little brother, he was my younger brother, and I wasn't related to Lee by blood as they say, and I even had a different last name than his, and didn't look like him really,but we were both white, but I was like, really white and he was sorta darker and had this super sexy tan all over his body from where he'd gone to Arizona, except where his swimsuit had been and that was all white and untanned and his peepie-thingie and his balls and his butt and the sides of his legs and a little bit of his belly (he had a really great six-pack) were white and I thought that was a real turn-on. And when we got naked and started to do it, I was like, totally unguilty about it, 'cause he was a little shorter than I was, but his peepie-thingie got way totally big, not like a little boy and his balls were big too and he had muscles all over, and even though he was 4 years younger than me, he was like this....MAN and junk and I made love to him like a man, I mean, not like I was a man, I didn't stick anything inside him, but I made love to him as if he was a man and he made love to me like he was a man, not a little boy and he wasn't scared to shoot his stuff into me and I wasn't scared to have him shoot his stuff into me, and that was cool. And it was really a turn-on for Lee, 'cause Lee got to see how my boobies blow up big when I'm having sex, and he couldn't believe it, but he wasn't scared, just turned-on and I never felt like I was taking advantage of him, even though he was 14 and I was 18, he was just one of those studs and that was so cool to have a stud for a brother, 'cause it's so convenient when I'm horny and the great thing was, Lee wasn't really my brother, and I still try to write to him, but I think the spies are getting into my mail and shredding it. So like, one time these people who said they knew all about what I could do took me with them, and I was like freaked out, but my real parents who I hadn't seen in a long time were there and told me not to worry and junk, so I didn't and they said we were going to London, but like, they had another place to go, and they didn't come with us. The people who were with me were dressed up neat, but they were like, too neat and I couldn't relate to them, 'cause they were like, kinda cold and didn't want to talk and didn't want me to talk, and that me uncomfortable, 'cause I sorta like, like to talk. And they said we were going to Jethro Airport or something in England, and I thought that was really funny that someone would name a really big airport after Jethro on the Beverly Hillbillies, but it kinda sorta made sense, 'cause the Beverly Hillbillies had like gone to England for a few episodes and they were really funny and junk and the way Jethro was, he liked everything big and loud and he was always saying, "Yee- Dawgies Uncle Jed" and when I looked down from the airplane I saw how big Jethro Airport was and I said it kinda like Jethro did, but nobody laughed, and I kinda felt like a jerk. So they've got this place called London and everything, and that's where they tried to kill me and junk, but I don't really know if they were trying to kill me, cause you can like go to London if you want to all by yourself and get killed without someone trying to kill you, I mean like, kill you, kill you. I guess if you're like, y'know English and everything, then London is sorta okay and you'll get it and everything, but I'm like, totally not from London and that's like, kinda how I nearly got killed and junk, cause everything in London is like super totally retarded and they drive their cars and trucks and buses and motorcycles backwards--I mean not backwards, but like, the other way they do it in America, which I guess is backwards, y'know, kinda sorta. And they got all these castles right in the middle of the city, well not castle castles, but they look like castles, kinda sorta. Their White House looks like a castle, and a lot of the places where their trains stop look like castles, and their bridges and clocks and churches all look like castles, well, not all of them, y'know, but like, too many, and it's like easy for someone who doesn't know all the castles to get lost and that's like why I had this guide with me and everything and he was going to show me how to get to the HQ place, 'cause that's where we were like going to and junk, but we really should have been driving, 'cause that would have been like better, especially when we went to cross the street and we got hit. I never knew the guide-person's name which was kinda sad, but he met me at the airport after the people who were supposed to be bringing me to London suddenly disappeared one by one only to get replaced by people I didn't know, but they were Super-Duper nice to me and that was such a relief, 'cause I don't like travelling AT ALL. I asked about the people who had been with me before, and the newer people told me not to worry, it was routine to change guides and let people who were more rested and familiar with the city take over the job and I said that was cool. What wasn't so cool was that the guide person wore thick glasses and didn't talk as much as I would have liked him too, but he said that was because he had an important job to do and that he had to stay focused and junk like the robots that guard the Queen and stuff like that. He knew my name, but he wouldn't like, give me his and he was holding my hand all the time, which I thought was nice for a guy to do, only he held it too tight and didn't look into my eyes and I thought that was kind of a creep. I have really nice blue eyes and I'm kinda really tall, like Las Vegas showgirl tall, like as tall as six feet is, and for a girl, that's tall. My skin is really light and people who know me can like, recognize me from a long way away, 'cause I have other features too. And when the people I was with saw me, they gave me this gaggy long trenchcoat to wear and a scarf to cover my hair and brown-tinted glasses and that made me mad, 'cause I was just beginning to feel horny and I wanted cute guys to look at me, and I wanted to do some shopping at Jethro Airport 'cause they all these neat shops right there, but the people I was with kept hurrying me along and finally made me sit in a wheelchair even though I'm not sick or tired or anything and that was really jerky of them do make me do that, and I couldn't complain, 'cause they like, told me not to say anything. It's funny, 'cause even in America they blame me for fender-benders when I'm like, just out walking, 'cause like, I have these Super-Duper HUGE BOOBIES which I grew when I was a teenager and they stick out and people look at them for longer than they should and if they're driving and junk, they forget to look at the road and instead, they're like, looking at me and my boobies bouncing, 'cause they really bounce when I'm walking, I totally don't know why, but there was this guy at HQ who was like, supposed to tell me when we got there why I had these HUGE BOOBIES and what they were for and junk. London is kinda like Seattle and San Francisco, not 'cause it's filled with grungy rockers or queers, and I'm pretty sure they have grungy rockers and queers and in London, but they're like, y'know, London grungy rockers and queers and they would have totally talked different, 'cause in London they speak English English and it's way different from like, normal English. I mean, I could like read it and everything, but sometimes that didn't help, 'cause they like, y'know make up words for things that don't make any sense. I don't know who did it and junk, but someone must have been really kind and had a lot of spray paint cans and time on his hands and did it way early in the morning when there was no traffic, but if you look down at the curbs and gutters and junk, he spray painted (which you're not supposed to do, really) on the cement LOOK RIGHT. So people who don't live in London don't look the wrong way when they cross the street. I thought that was really sweet and nice, and I think he may have written the same thing only in French in a couple places, 'cause the French read too and they have to cross the street like everyone else, so that was good for him. So, it was kinda like foggy at the street corner which kinda reminded me of Seattle and San Francisco, but their weren't any steep hills or cable cars or Starbuck's coffee places, but I knew they had them somewhere, just not where we were, and I'm getting all freaked out nervous 'cause we're like getting to the street corner and the traffic on the far side of the street was going the wrong way and the traffic on the near side was going the totally wrong way too, not like backwards, they weren't in reverse gear, but the cars and buses and junk were like coming from the wrong way really fast and it got confusing even though they've got these traffic lights that are basically like the ones in America. But what made it all screwed up was, they have these whackadoo black iron rails and junk to protect people, but they can block your way if you have to move in a hurry, and like, that's what we had to do and they didn't work and I'm not sure what happened, 'cause it was like, foggy and junk, but this black car went through the red light which means STOP just like in America, only he didn't like, y'know STOP, like he was supposed to and we got hit and I went flying when the front part of the car (which they have this weird name for) hit me. I didn't get hurt, 'cause I'm made differently from other people and junk, but the normal man guide who was trying to get me to the HQ place got all twisted and crumpled like a pretzel, 'cause I guess the driver of the car, was a taxi-driver and he should have been more careful, 'cause like, y'know he had other people in the taxi and they were like Super-Duper upset and junk that they'd been involved and stuff like that. And I think he was looking at my boobies. If you've never been to London, don't go, 'cause it's like WAY dangerous and junk and if you live there for some reason, be like, totally careful, 'cause they drive like idiots and junk, I mean, not as bad as they do in Paris, but pretty bad and there's a lot of visitors from Paris driving around and they drive Super-Duper bad 'cause they bring their bad habits all the way over from France and now they have to drive backwards which makes it even harder to do it right and they make a mess of everything. They're really religious in London, 'cause the taxi-driver guy jumped out of the cab through the wrong door and said "Mother of God!" and "Bloody Hell" and "Oh, my Christ" and other churchy words and he got down on his knees in front of the guide person who was with me and tried to wake him up, but he wasn't asleep. He was all bloody and mangled and dead. And when someone from London says "bloody" which they do a lot, it's not a medical thing, it's like, religious and everything and it means God's blood, not man's blood. So, like all the traffic around us was stopping and all the other drivers of all the other cars were sticking their heads out through the passenger-door-windows (which was funny to look at). And then the police came and they really looked strange and talked strange and they asked questions and I was like, really on the spot and didn't know what to say, but I was pretty sure the taxi-driver was just a taxi-driver not a bad guy in disguise, 'cause a bad guy who was trying to kill us would never never ever get out of the car and he would have kept right on going or backed up and run over us if he could have, and if he'd been caught, he would have shot himself or taken poison so he couldn't be interviewed and no one would know who had sent him. The police were nice at the beginning but started getting really personal and looking at my boobies and some of them were smiling as if I'd caused the accident, even though I was dressed pretty heavily, 'cause London can get pretty foggy and drizzly and yucky. But then some other police people in business-meeting suits came up and told the leader of the police to "let them handle this" and so they handled it. So maybe the taxi-driver had been a good guy in disguise and my guide person had been the bad guy, I didn't know and it was totally confusing, but now I was getting a ride to HQ in a van and that made more sense than just walking there. A lot of stuff happened once I got to HQ and I like, spent months and months there trying to learn all this stuff about them and about me and lots of it I forget which kinda sorta was good for them and kinda sorta good for me. One thing I remember was the doctors and nurses were always giving me examinations and I always seemed to go in there for one thing and wind up naked with my ankles hoisted up and doctors poking into my PLACE with lights and instruments looking for things like I was at the groin-o-cologist. They scraped me with empty ice-cream sticks and made me pee into jars and squeezed my boobies under glass plates which kinda hurt and made me feel weird and violated even though they said they were like, doing it for a good cause and that I was really special. The Director at the HQ (which stands for Head Quarters) wasn't a movie director, he was just the big boss in charge of all the other spies. He told me I had very, very special D's & A's. And I was sure he said "Dees and Ays", not T & A like all the other guys like to say. I asked him what was so special about my D's & A's, 'cause sometimes my grades in school were more like B's & C's, kinda sorta, y'know, average. And he like, told me really slowly that D's & A's were like ingredients in every living thing and that I hadn't been made like other girls and boys, I had been really, y'know, like, PLANNED. So he said, okay, and I said, okay, and then we both said okay, so that was okay. And he didn't care so much about my huge boobies and that was cool. One time though, I got into trouble right outside the Director's office, 'cause his secretary was named Miss Donatelli and sometimes she wouldn't be at her desk, 'cause she was like in the bathroom right around the corner and no one was there to tell me to wait or go in, and lots of the other spies there laughed and called her Miss Drop-a-Penny, like in James Bond, and they told me not to call her Miss Drop-a-Penny where she could hear it, but one time I got my wires crossed or some junk and I called her Miss Drop-a-Penny when she got back from the bathroom and she got really mad and called me a cow. And I found out later on that Drop-a-Penny means go to the bathroom in London, which was kinda funny, but Miss Donatelli didn't think it was funny and they put her on leave until her bladder got better and later on I found out the woman in James Bond wasn't Drop-a-Penny, but Moneypenny, and that was my bad, even though I hadn't made that up. So, they tried to turn me into a spy and it didn't work, 'cause I don't have a killer attitude, I mean, like killer killer, like murder someone, even a bad guy. But they had to do something with me, so they eventually trained me to be a diver and go after sunken ships and things, 'cause my boobies are somehow connected with my lungs and that means they blow up when I breathe a certain way and I can hold Super-Duper amounts of air in them and I don't need air tanks when I'm underwater and can't get air. They sent me to train as a diver in this place called Scotland which was really gaggy, butt-ugly and miserable and they all talked like Shrek the Ogre and I laughed at this guy called the Sergeant Major who yelled at me a lot and said I'd get to hate him, which I did, but I'm sure he way totally hated me more than I did him, even though he kept reminding me of Shrek the Ogre. He even said he didn't know who Shrek the Ogre was, but he said it really, really rudely in bad language I can't repeat and told me he didn't care and that he was here to teach me to dive. And there were more troubles, 'cause I can at least understand what Shrek the Ogre is saying, but I couldn't follow what the Sergeant Major was saying 'cause his English wasn't really fully English and it was way worse than London. I can get really stubborn when someone shouts at me, but I don't cry and that was made the Sergeant Major really mad, 'cause he wanted me to break down so he could build me back up again. After a while, he gave up and I was sent to almost back to America to dive in the Caribbean where the Pirates once were and junk and that was fun and that was where I had my big barfing fits. I probably already said I don't like travelling, 'cause I get sick. Y'know how Winnie the Pooh always says, "I've got a rumbly in my tumbly?", well, it was kinda like that for me all the time when I got on a boat, and I had to get on boats a lot and go out in the ocean so I could get close enough to dive down to whatever the heck it was they wanted me to dive down for. They gave me medicine to keep me from being so tumbly-rumbly and nausea-feeling, and it sorta helped, but when I got really sick, they had to wait and no one liked to wait and a lot of the guys on the boat started giving me dirty looks and that made me feel bad, even though I had these cute bathing suits on and my boobies really showed. It's different when a girl barfs than when a guy barfs, 'cause when a girl barfs too much, they think she's doing something crazy to lose weight, but I wasn't trying to lose weight, even though they weighed me every day and were worried and mad I might get weak and they always wanted me strong. And they were worried I was having a baby, 'cause when a girl gets, y'know, pregnant and junk, she, y'know gets...barfy a lot. But I wasn't pregnant and I told them that 'cause I hadn't slept with guys or anything, but the doctors kept going between my legs and asking if my periods were on time, and when they weren't they got Super-Duper upset and ran tests on me and made me take vitamin pills and pee into more jars. And then they found my BCP's and got even more upset and threw them away and asked if I had any more hidden, and I told them I didn't, but they didn't believe me and searched my room and told me I was never ever to take BCP's because I was special and pills might do something to my system and they always wanted to know how my baby-making organs and stuff were working. They didn't want me working or training too hard, 'cause that would affect my periods. And whenever I had a period they wanted all the blood and gunk that came out of my PLACE so they could run tests on it and see if I was changing and junk. And I was changing, but they were looking in the way wrong place, 'cause my boobies were getting bigger all the time 'cause I was like, using them more and more to hold air and they stretched and stayed stretched and even without air in them, they were like GAZONGA-BOOBIES, I mean, really huge and round. And they didn't have milk in them, so I knew I wasn't like, y'know...going to have a baby. I'm not supposed to tell you a lot about what happened--but there was this year that I turned 25 and I felt worried that I was going to spend the rest of my life alone because other men on the job weren't supposed to date me and I wasn't allowed to date outside the job, so that was Super-Duper stupid and a drag and inside me, my baby-making organs and stuff were getting restless and loopy and I really wanted to have a man, but I couldn't, so, I usually ended up having sex with myself. The trouble is, my PLACE knows when it doesn't have a real peepie-thingie going into it, and the feeling isn't the same and when I come, I don't come as good as when I have a real peepie-thingie in me, and I really missed Lee a lot. So when they told me there was ANOTHER specially made person in the world, I got really excited and they told me it was a boy, I got way, over the top hyper inside and I got all restless and loopy and couldn't eat, and that made the doctors Super-Duper upset and they had to force feed me and give me vitamins and I think I made my next couple of eggs early and that upset them even more and they looked between my legs even more than usual and gave me all these implanted things to inhibit my system from doing things like that, and they called those special things, inhibby-somethings, I'll remember it in a minute, but they said that once they had prepared me, I could go meet this other boy with special D's & A's, but I had to watch out, 'cause he was on the "wrong-side" and junk and I had to make him change to our side and I said I could do that, 'cause guys who are cool go out of their way to do things for me, and that's how I felt. And I could date him, cause he had kinda sorta been with our company for a while, or us with his, so he wasn't completely like, y'know on the outside. So now, I'm like on this boat in the middle of the sea and this boy with the special D's & A's that I'm going to date is down underneath the water in a way big submarine thing, but it doesn't move around like a submarine so it won't be gone when I get to it, and when I get there, I'm going to be both really Super-Duper friendly and at the same time Super-Duper careful, 'cause like, I'll be alone and stuff like that and there's only one of me in the world and if I was captured, it would be bad, so I can't let my guard down. And like, I've already had sex with Lee who is kinda sorta my brother and they tell me this new boy is my brother too, but in a different way, and if we get cuddly and romantic, I won't get turned off if he like, touches me and junk and I won't push him off if he tries to act like a man, 'cause that would be really jerky and uncool and I haven't had a date in a long time, and I need this for my health. And if something really bad happens, I have all these things implanted in me that I can use to keep from being used for bad purposes, like being cloned and junk, 'cause like y'know that's sick and wrong and stuff like that and I don't want to be used that way. TO BE CONTINUED zuiderzee@yahoo.com