A/N: I got the idea for this silly short one-shot when reflecting on the disadvantages of wearing skin-tight outfits. Written from Sam's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Totally Spies!, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
It is true working for WOOHP has its advantages : traveling around the world (one day in Paris, the other in Rio de Janeiro), state-of-the-art gadgets (sometimes camouflaged as fashion accessories), frequent exercising (it keeps us fit), and really sexy bodysuits.
At first it was really thrilling, but we quickly lost our illusions. With the frequent travels we often jet-lagged, we get used to receive new gadgets for each mission, many missions left us worn down, and because of the bodysuits we could not eat as before...
Some time earlier...
As we were all sited at the local Taco Bell eating chili, we got WOOHPed by the plastic cactus near our table.
The objective of the mission was the same as usual: stop some psycho to wreak havoc with a strange weapon and find their intention.
While crawling in an air duct to infiltrate the enemy base, the effects on our digestion of the sudden WOOHPing kicked in. But stomach cramps could not distract us from our objective and we went on.
At one point, Clover who was on the front could no longer hold a terrible gas and let it go. But the fart was trapped in her bodysuit, inflating it so much that Clover was stuck in the air duct.
To not delay the mission we decided to left her there and to take another less direct path to our objective. This path led us to a storeroom. Slowly opening the door we checked that nobody was coming, and got out of it.
Slowly and stealthily we arrived to our objective, the main command room, a big circular room with a domed glass ceiling. There we hid in a metallic closet waiting for someone to come. Someone came, but as I was about to slowly open the closet door, Alex, who was in the back let go a terrible gas, and like Alex inflated. This sudden inflation pushed me forward and sent the closet's doors banging.
The enemy left me just time enough to active my SOS beacon and was on me. As I was fighting, I felt an enormous gas building in my belly, and what was bound to happen happened.
My loud fart inflated my bodysuit like one of those sumo suits you can see in funfairs, greatly impairing my movements. But fortunately, my dumbfounded adversary, had no time to snap out of his surprise as the WOOHP intervention squad crashed trough the glass ceiling.
Alex and me were quickly deflated, and we went to rescue Clover from her air duct...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this stupid drabble as much as I enjoyed writting it.