Conduct Au Revoir's physical (Time -1)

Goodbye had told you to fill in all of the dossier information that she and the other Ciaos hadn't been able to collect. You noticed that none of the Goodbye Girls had any measurements listed... pretty strange, considering all agents received a physical before entering the ****. You thought that seemed like an easy place to start, although it didn't seem especially likely to give you any clues as to the mole's identity... But it irked you, as a professional, to see that information left blank.

Plus, it would be interesting to know, wouldn't it?

"Ga ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, oh! You are quite the pervert, Mister New Ciao! But I do not mind it!"

Grumbling, you tried hard to convince both Au Revoir and yourself that you had serious reasons for needing this. Especially in the case of Au Revoir, who had such a fantastically different body type than the average female agent, you needed her measurements in order to make the proper supply requisitions.

"Oh, is that so? It is no problem if you do not know them, though. You can deploy Au Revoir nude and she will still take out every foe in the terrorist forces, this I guarantee you. Just try it!" It sounded like a joke, but you had to admit, you were tempted... Then again, your credibility with the other spies probably wouldn't last, if you gave that command. Still feeling as though you were being teased or somehow emasculated, you started by using your measuring tape to measure from the top of her golden blond hair to the tips of her bare feet. 6'2"... over the height of the average male. You gulped again as a wide grin spread across her face and her eyes turned into happy crescents. "Ooooh! New Ciao bit off more than he can chew, geh heh heh... Poor New Ciao."

As if to get a one up on her, you roughly drew your measuring tape across her massive breasts, squishing into the thin t-shirt covering them and brushing her nipples as you took the bust measurement. In response, she laughed deeply from her belly and raised both arms above her head to allow you full access. Your measure came away with a truly intimidating 40DD... She had big boobs, sure, but it was actually the measurement across that trunk-like torso that created such a large number. She was one of those rare bodybuilder types with a wider chest than hips.

Rather than discussing that with her, you moved on to her waist, bringing up a 29" reading, then hips, coming up 32". If her waist and hips didn't come with those broad, top-heavy shoulders and bosom, she could be an athletic type. Instead, she looked like some sort of monster out of a Japanese combat sports manga. "Your physical is just taking measurements? You do not want to see anything else? Let us head to the gym; I will bench press you, little New Ciao." You didn't doubt it... "No biceps measurements, hm? I guess you do not need them? That is my best trait, though. I cannot wear sleeves!" Again, you'd assumed as much.

Testing your luck, you told her that studies had shown that the bodybuilder frame wasn't the healthiest way to focus one's training. A large bodied type like herself ought to have a gut to go along with the rest of her musculature.

Her eyes squeezed into a tighter grin as she began to slowly crack her knuckles. "Ooooh? You want to test these results? You have a big pair of balls, New Ciao! Or is that the past tense? Should I use the past tense, for when I crush your big balls, Mister New Ciao?"

This was becoming a dangerous conversation. You laughed and told her you were just kidding, before retreating as fast as your average human legs would allow you to escape.