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Mission: Enormous Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2022-08-26 20:00:04 +0000 UTC“Good to see you, Colonel,” came the firm and feminine voice of Jennifer Corsely, perched from the comfort of her hotel bed. The glare from the laptop highlighted her slim and toned frame. Her dark hair rested on her shoulders, almost disheveled from travel, but never unkempt. If she was tired or jetlagged, you wouldn’t know it from the way she looked. She was always a professional.
“You look like you’re ready for a mission, Jennifer,” the Colonel said slyly. The two of them had always had a catty relationship. He always saw her as a sort of daughter, someone he thought could one day take his position.
“Always, sir,” she replied.
The Colonel chuckled. “At ease. Will should be arriving any moment. I have sent for his ride. I need you to meet him at the hotel bar. Test him. He’s new, but he’s good. There’s something special about that kid, and I need you to find it.”
“Is that my super secret mission?” she asked gloatingly. “To bring out the agent in the new recruits?”
“You know I respect your skill, Jennifer,” the Colonel assured. “I’ve seen you take on the world and not break a sweat. I’ve seen you succeed where 90% of our best agents have failed. Will needs you. I need you.”
“If this is what you need, I’m more than happy to help,” she said warmly. She was always a team player, at the end of the day.
“Thank you,” he said. “And god speed.”
-
A man sat alone in a giant office. The dim light barely illuminated the darkness of the room as the sun fell below the window. Barely visible were his numerous books, model planes, and pictures of family, including his most recent vacation with his grotesquely obese wife. He had no qualms about smoking a cigar indoors; in fact, he felt it gave him power. The light from the tip stood out like a lone star in a dreary night.
His phone rang, its strong ring cutting through the silence like a knife. His black eyes slowly shifted towards the phone on his desk, with one small light blinking on and off. His hand holding the cigar dropped to his side, and with his free hand, he reached calmly for the phone. His voice was gravelly.
“Yes,” he said.
He listened to the voice on the other end. After a few brief moments, he stated “Excellent. And he’s got the computer with him?... You know the computer I’m talking about, does he have it with him?”
Another pause.
“Perfect. He’s on his way to the convention, yes?”
Slight pause.
“Very well… good day.”
He placed the phone back on the hook. He took another deep drag out of his cigar and leaned back in his chair.
-
Will stumbled off the plane and into the airport. His ride was anything but ideal, positioned next to an enormous and flatulent girl. He had thrown up several times on the ride, and barely had the opportunity to breathe. He kissed the sky knowing he had survived such a disaster of a plane ride.
He rushed to the bathroom and washed his face, clearly wanting to do so much more. He felt his stomach still turning, needing to expunge more but lacking the volume to do so. After a few dry heaves, he decided he was all but ready to get to the hotel when he received a text message.
UNKNOWN: Hey, this is Jennifer. Meet me at the hotel bar at 6. I’ll be wearing a green dress with white flowers.
Will saved her number.
WILL: You got it.
It was already getting late, and he feared he wouldn’t have enough time to shower before getting to the hotel. He would just have to go as is and hope for the best. He wasn’t exactly dressed to impress; he was wearing general business clothes, long pants and a long, collared shirt. Not for nothing, but Jennifer was a beautiful woman, and was no doubt crushing it in her green dress. If he couldn’t change out of his business clothes, he decided to just unbutton the top button of his shirt to show a little of his chest. He felt the air rush through his clothes and felt satisfied with his decision. Happy with his new, edgy look, he moved past the airport checkpoint.
A limo driver held a sign with his name on it: WILLIAM. Will knew there would be someone waiting to pick him up, so he approached and the man escorted him outside to the fancy but small limo. He wasn’t used the nice stuff, so it was cool to see this department spared no expense for its agents.
-
Ada looked to the left and to the right. It was dark in the jeep, and the rumble of the wheels careening over the rocks didn’t help much, but she liked to stare into the eyes of people. She found comfort in knowing they were all much weaker than she was. The two in front of her were no exception. They sat proud and straight, and they were men, armed to the teeth. But they were weak.
Her arm flexed ever so slightly, and her bulging muscles, trapped inside her strong dark skin, looked ready to burst from her body and explode. The men noticed, and there was the unmistakable color of intimidation painted on their faces. The cold hard truth was they were trapped in the back of this jeep with a monster. She knew what they knew; that if she so chose, she could get up from this seat and tear them both limb from limb, at the same time, without even breaking a sweat.
And they might even like it.
Indeed, as terrifying as she was, she was also majestic and beautiful. Her body, while terrifying in its stature, was also curvy in all the right places. If they weren’t afraid of being ripped in half, they might actually enjoy being pressed up against a body of her calibur. But no man was dumb enough to try something like that.
“Do you feel safe?” she asked the man to her left.
“What?” he asked, not fully understanding the question. The jeep continued to plow through the country side.
“Do you feel safe, with all of your weapons?” she asked more assertively. Her fingers gripped her seat. The vibrations of the jeep were rippling through her body and turning her on. You could say she was feeling flirty.
“I… uh… yeah I think so,” he said, not sure how to answer. He looked at his partner, and they both shrugged.
She puffed out her chest and flexed her muscles as hard as she could, showing off her incredibly ripped physique, her tank top lifting and revealing the most chiseled set of six pack abs outside of a professional bodybuilding competition. She was truly a vision of physical dominance. The man she was talking to dropped his gun, which he scrambled to pick back up as quick as he could, and the other one stared in awe, not noticing his partner’s stumble. It was clear they were both in awe of this woman, and it wasn’t hard to see why, even in the darkness of the jeep.
She smiled and cackled as the bumps rode on.
-
Jennifer arrived downstairs at the bar. The environment looked like a pub, with loud debauchery and songs playing and drunk people singing. For her tastes, it was far too early for all that nonsense, but when in Rome. Unfortunately for her, the bar was crowded and all of the seats were taken. Even if there happened to be a free couple of seats, their discussion would be far too private to be held when all of these people were around.
She decided to sit at the tables. If he was as good as the Colonel said he was, he would find her. She sat down at one, noting the table behind her was open. If he was truly great, he would sit behind her and whisper ‘Jennifer’. That was what a super skilled agent would do. That’s what she would do.
A waitress approached, wearing schoolgirl garb; a white, collared shirt unbuttoned all to hell and tied below, showing excellent cleavage and a smooth abdomen. She was a decently busty girl, maybe a D cup, certainly larger than Jennifer. She had nice blonde hair, and approached with a bubbly personality that probably garnered her a lot of tips from the local degenerate men.
“Welcome to the Pub! What can I get ya?” she asked with a smile that seemed to stretch for miles across her face.
“I’ll have the house ale,” she said nonchalantly.
“You got it!” she said in her chipper voice. She hopped away and headed to the back. The waitress touched on some dishes, then wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. The fake smile she wore just a few seconds ago evaporated, and she looked to her right and saw someone she knew. A wave of relief rushed over her.
“Oh thank god you’re here,” she said. “This day just didn’t want to end. I can’t wait to put up my boots!”
“I’ll take it from here,” came a feminine voice.
“Thanks! House ale in the back table, brunette in green, can’t miss her. Other than that, nothing else going on!”
Back at the table, Jennifer looked for who William might be. She had never seen him before, but he knew what she looked like. He would be the one to make the move. More and more people flooded into the bar, and she was worried someone might snatch up the seat behind her if he didn’t hurry up.
A slightly disheveled looking man, really small in stature roamed towards the bar. He was clearly looking for something, or someone. He was a lot smaller than most, if not all, of the men there. As he peaked around, his eyes met hers, and she instantly dropped her gaze. But her instincts told her that must be William. She could sense the man approaching. And he was not going to the table behind her, he was in fact heading straight towards-
“Hey are you-” he said.
She painfully jerked her head backwards, silently motioning that he should sit behind her. He immediately made an ‘Oh’ sound and climbed into the seat behind her.
“Hey so you must be-” he started again.
“JUST say my name,” she said. “And look forward. Act like you’ve been an agent for longer than twenty seconds.”
He felt she was cold, but he was excited to learn from the best. “Jennifer.”
“That was your first test, and you failed,” she said harshly, still looking forward.
“Oops, sorry!” Will whispered.
“Your next test will be much harder. As a secret agent, you will need to use your guile and charisma to get things done, especially since you’re clearly not a muscle. So you’re next test is… you will have sex, tonight, with the waitress that approaches your table. If you are truly skilled, this should be no problem, yes?”
“But Jennifer, don’t you think-”
“Yes?” she asked, clearly upset but not trying to raise her voice in this highly secretive meeting of spies.
“Yes,” he said.
Just then, Jennifer heard a feminine voice to her left that was unfamiliar. “Here you go, ma’am!”
She looked to her left, and much to her horror, the biggest, most muscular woman she had ever seen was in front of her. The woman had to be seven feet tall, and wider than a refrigerator. She was wearing the same outfit as the last one, but Jennifer’s head barely came up to the woman’s waist. Her abs were exploding out of her body, easily an 8 pack. Her breasts were so massive it was hard to see her face, though she was clearly blonde as her pig tails were poking out on top of her head. She had on a plaid skirt, and each of her thighs were several times as wide as Jennifer’s hips. Perhaps the most impressive were her arms, which were as big as any bodybuilders’ she had ever seen, if not bigger. She had bulging muscles and veins popping out of them. She was decently tanned, at least moreso than the last waitress, who must have left for the day.
“Th-thank you,” Jennifer said. She was not ready for such a mammoth of a woman to be her waitress. Then her heart sank.
“Hey there Cutie, what can I getcha?” she said to William behind her. Oops.
