Taylor Galen Kadee
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James Bond: Double D7
🕑 Added 2024-12-22 05:00:06 +0000 UTCBond's breasts walked into the meeting. He followed shortly thereafter. The men smirked appreciatively at the sight of his impressive bust, his blouse unbuttoned to offer a glimpse of his shadowy cleavage. The women could all tell he wore a push-up bra and struggled if they should be jealous or amused that the one time womanizer now had a bigger rack than any of them and not just wore a bra but needed one.
"Late again," M said. "Thank you for joining us Miss Bond."
"Yes, of course," Bond said as he pulled his compact out of his purse and checked his makeup. He'd missed her sarcasm completely, his mind still dwelling on the night of ferocious love-making he'd had with 009 and 005.
"Now that your mission is over, I expect you'll be wanting to have those implants removed. You must have terrible back-aches."
Bond's eyes went wide. "Maybe I should keep them," he said, swiveling his shoulders from side to side. "For the good of the agency, of course."
M smiled. "Of course, dear. For the good of the agency." Bond had been a woman for just over a year now, and M couldn't get over how rapidly he'd begun to think and act just like a blonde ditz. He loved having d cups, and everyone knew it.
