Great...at the start

"...One...Go!"

Valerie exploded forward with practiced efficiency, her body moving through the first series of hurdles like liquid mercury. She was buzzing with energy, yet her heartbeat remained calm and her mind focused.

The catsuit felt amazing on her skin, stretchy and supportive in all the right places. Even though it was made out of several panels of material seemingly glued together, she did not feel any seams at all. The suit seemed to flow like honey over her body, coating her skin evenly in a thin layer and complementing her shape beautifully. It perfectly hugged her ample breasts, accentuated her narrow waist and gripped her toned ass as she vaulted over barriers, gracefully flowing from one obstacle to the next.

A couple of minutes later, she had already made her way through a significant portion of the course. This is going to be my best time ever, she thought confidently.

That's when she felt a slight pull at her left shoulder. She ignored it, chalking it up to friction and vaulting over a barrier. But then came another tug, this one more insistent. And alongside the tug was a troubling sound - a soft riiiip.

She looked at the source, and noticed a small gap in her suit along her shoulder. A faint sliver of her glowing skin, slick with sweat, was peeking through.

She didn't stop, though, continuing her stride. Her eyes widened as she noticed that the rip was getting larger with every step. Her sleeve was peeling back from her bicep, exposing more of her bare skin. Cool air hit her arm, and she felt how the suit was now loose around that shoulder. She tried to pull it back into place while running, but it only made things worse—more of the sleeve tore away.

In a few seconds, her left sleeve had unraveled completely, leaving that arm fully exposed. To make matters worse, she could feel the same thing happening on her other shoulder.

Valerie gritted her teeth and redoubled her efforts. She had to finish the course as soon as possible.

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Gloria stood alone inside the observation deck above the course with a pair of binoculars. She watched with barely concealed glee as Valerie moved through the course. She hated how the exhibitionist slut strutted around the agency with her goods on display like she owned the place.

Well, that confidence was about to get a serious reality check. Gloria had spent hours carefully applying a chemical compound to strategic points in the suit's fabric. The chemical agent was designed to react with sweat and friction, causing the material to break down rapidly without trace once the right conditions were in place.

And judging from what she saw through her binoculars, the conditions were just about perfect...

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Valerie reached the wall-climbing section and began to ascend the wall rapidly. But then she felt it - the legs of her suit loosening around her thighs. She glanced down in a mixture of confusion and alarm, and indeed, the seams of the suit had slipped, exposing her flesh from her thighs to her knees.

She couldn't do much, for she was too busy finding the next handhold in order to scale the wall. She needed to use both her arms and feet, and couldn't afford to change her posture even a little for fear of falling. She continued to scale the wall, and by the time she had reached the top, her shapely legs were bare starting from mid-thigh. Her bottoms now resembled booty shorts - hardly appropriate clothing for a professional, let alone for a spy of her caliber.

She inspected the edges of the fabric. The seams seemed to be...dissolving? She couldn't be sure, but she didn't have a lot of time. Every millisecond counted.

She set off further into the obstacle course.

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