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Mission: Enormous - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2022-07-22 21:00:01 +0000 UTCChapter 1
“Alfredo… could you come here for a second please?” came a chilling voice from the other side of the door. Alfredo paused for a moment, then looked down at his shoes. As a 40 year old man, he had dedicated himself to servicing the Grand Tom. It was amazing money, but it came with its fair share of headaches, and by far the worst was on the other side of the large wooden door.
He placed the small garbage bag he was carrying on the ground and summoned up his remaining courage and patience. His hand gripped the door knob, and after a slight tremble, he twisted it open and pushed forward.
Before him was the largest woman anyone could imagine. A fat behemoth, well over six hundred pounds, maybe beyond seven hundred. There wasn’t a great scale for women of this size. A vision of opulence and greed and gluttony, sitting on her custom made bed meant to support her weight as if it was a throne of envy. Her black hair fell to her beefy shoulders, and her giant cheeks were made all the more giant with all the food she was stuffing into her greedy mouth. There was enough food spilling into her vast cleavage to feed three hungry people. She was wearing a very nice and very custom red dress; she was obsessed with how she looked, which seemed a mighty contradiction. But she was actually proud of her size, and flaunted it with every dress she wore and every bit of makeup she applied. With one fat finger, she beckoned Alfredo closer.
He gulped then stepped forward. “What can I assist you with, Madame Ingrid?”
She lifted a 20 oz bottle of soda in front of her green eyes. “I was about to drink this soda, when I realized something interesting.” She continued to stare at it closely. “Do you see this? It says DIET on it. Alfredo, do I look like I need to go on a diet?”
Alfredo paused and searched for the right answer. “Mr. Tom said I was to get diet soda from now on. He said-”
“Come here Alfredo,” she said sternly.
“Madame, I have to-”
“COME HERE NOW!” she commanded, her face turning red.
Alfredo shuffled forward and stood next to her bed, within arm’s reach. She snatched his head with her huge hand. She arched her back, which was still in tact somehow, and with her other free hand, she pulled up her dress so her massive belly was showing. His eyes grew wide, but he was powerless to do anything about it. She shoved his face in her belly, his face disappearing between the folds. She cackled maniacally as he strained to break free, clearly getting off on her power. He couldn’t fight back against her immense strength, try as he wanted to.
“Go back to the store and get some GOOD FUCKING SODA! One more misstep and I’ll finish you off for good twiggy!”
She let him go, and he weakly crawled out of the room, closing the door behind him. She smiled staring at the door, drinking the soda anyways. After finishing it all in one swig, she let out a loud burp. She stroked the jewel around her neck as she went back to eating, forgetting about the whole ordeal.
-
Agent William Carter stared intently at his laptop. He wasn’t distracted by the hustle and bustle of the airport, or even worried that someone may see his classified screen. He was excited, as this would be his first official mission for the government. He was small but handsome. At only 5’5, he didn’t tower over most women, but he had a nice face and was able to get some action that way.
The mission must have been urgent, considering he was never given even a briefing on what this mission was and what was happening. Maybe this is how the Colonel operated. He was simply given a plane ticket and pushed out the door. He was informed the information would come any minute now. He was a little surprised by how slapped together this felt, but he wasn’t about to complain about his first mission. Excitement exploded in his chest when he saw the email box change from 0 to 1.
He hastily clicked on the message, and a window popped up. It read “SECURE INFORMATION. PLEASE BE IN A REMOTE LOCATION.” Will picked up the laptop and moved towards the bathroom so he could be in the corner of the room. He scanned the vast lobby, then clicked the confirm button. The message cleared and a symbol of the Agency, an Eagle with a machine gun, showed on the screen. After a few seconds, it faded into the stern face of the Colonel.
“Good Morning, Agent William Carter. I hope this message finds you well,” he said. “Congratulations on becoming an Agent. I have taken the liberty to arrange your travel and board, and assign you a mission most dangerous. All of our agents are currently busy, and this pressing matter was too important to wait. I have full confidence that you will be up to this most daunting task.”
William felt a swell of pride in his chest, but he continued listening intently.
A picture of a man popped up on the screen. “This is Tom Vernici, aka, The Grand Tom. He runs a European Cartel and is extremely wealthy and extremely dangerous. But his extravagance will be his downfall. He holds, on his person, or at least out in the open, a very important jewel. The jewel, known as the Magata Brooch, when placed in a certain computer, will reveal the location to an all powerful weapon, a weapon capable of mass destruction. Your mission is to find the Magata Brooch, use it on the computer, and destroy this weapon.” He paused to let the gravity sink in. “Understandably, this is a big task for a brand new Agent, and I can’t expect you to do it alone. We have already assigned another Agent, Jennifer Corsely, to this case.” Her picture showed up on the screen, a beautiful brunette with stunning brown eyes. “She has been working on this for weeks and found all of the intel, but we feel she needs back up in completing this mission. That’s where you come in.” Next, a picture of a magnificent hotel appeared. “You will check into this hotel and rendezvous with Agent Jennifer. There is a big ceremony going on that is lasting a week, and the Grand Tom will be attending. The two of you will devise a plan to obtain the Magata Brooch and complete the mission. This file will corrupt at the end of this recording. Good luck, Agent William Carter.”
The message broke and a clunky failure sound came from the file. Will closed the laptop and put it back in his luggage. His mission was clear, and he was ready to fight for his country. A very fat girl wearing pink booty shorts and a pink shirt, each of which was way too small for her, walked in front of him out of the bathroom. She scratched her butt, then let out a big fart. When the smell hit Will’s nostrils, he immediately decided to relocate.
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Deep in the jungle of Nigeria, a group of men dressed in military garb were sitting around a table. The black men were arguing back and forth.
“Send Omagu! He’s the best we’ve got!”
“No idiot! Send Jarrish! He can do it.”
“What about Ada? She is the strongest here, by far.”
A man across from him spoke out. “She is a woman. She is not ready to live in a man’s world. She will be crushed.” A shadow enveloped his body, but he didn’t notice. Everyone before him sat silently with eyes wide open as he yammered on, unaware of the powerful force behind him, listening.
“First sign of trouble, she will flee. I’m telling you-”
With one hand, he was lifted in the air. A giant of a woman had him dangling, pleading. “Please Ada! Please let me go! I am so sorry!”
The tall black woman with long flowing black hair and black eyes stared into the soul of the man she was holding. Her muscles were hulking and intimidating. With every breath, her body grew and shrank, from her large breasts to her powerful thighs. She was beyond intimidating.
“Do I look like someone who will flee?” she asked him calmly. He shook his head, and she launched him behind her. He crashed into a table and broke it, screaming in pain. She sat in his seat, which buckled under her immense weight. She put her hands on the table and looked at the rest of the men. “I’ll find your jewel, boys.”
-
Agent William Carter sat down in his seat. It was a window seat, much to his delight, and he was at the far end of three seats. He hated being in the middle, since he felt cramped, and he hated being in the aisle, since everyone walked by all the time. The window seat was perfect. So far so good. He made himself comfortable, when he felt a finger tapping aggressively on his shoulder.
He looked up, and to his horror, it was the fat girl from before. She was leaning forward, since she was also pretty tall. Her breasts looked like they were trying to escape from her shirt, and her body blocked the rest of the plane from view.
“Excuse me, could you lower your arm rest please, I need as much room as I can get, you know?”
He realized he was resting his arm on the arm rest, you know, because that’s what you do, and he removed it and pulled it up.
“Thanks hun,” she said in a chipper voice. She then proceeded to shift around until she could fit in the seats and plopped down, taking up both of the other chairs. She must have been pretty experienced at this, because she was totally right, her ass was now pushing him against the window. Her wideness could not be understated. He tried to calculate her weight, but that would be impossible, she was too big. Just one of her ass cheeks was probably close to me in weight.
The plane took off and for about ten minutes everything was fine, if a bit cramped. Then, out of nowhere-
PPFFFFFFFFFT!
She ripped a huge fart. She didn’t even move. She was completely unphased by the huge fart she just let out. Will almost guessed she didn’t even know it happened. And then the smell hit. He was sure something died inside of her, the smell was impossibly bad. He didn’t want to be rude, but he couldn’t help but plug his nose. The smell was seeping into his mouth, so he was now struggling to breathe. Making matters worse, he was boxed in and trapped behind this behemoth. Before, he was able to move somewhere else. Now he was stuck in this smelly prison. She scratched her left ass cheek, the one closest to me, then lifted it in the air ever so softly and-
RRRRRRRPPPPPPP!
This one was somehow worse than the first. He heard murmurings in front of him and behind him. These farts were so bad they were causing arguments in other seats. He wanted to die here in his torture chamber.
From then on the farts just kept coming. Will was learning how to hold his breath better than any special forces training he had participated in. This fat girl should try out for Guantanamo Bay, an hour with her could get anyone to submit intelligence. If Will had a secret right now, he'd be spilling it all over the plane, to anyone asking. As far as the first tests of the mission were going, this was unexpected and painful.
After about thirty minutes of torture, the stewardess arrived with her cart of snacks and beverages. She had a disgusted look, but he only caught a brief glimpse as most of his view was blocked by this fat girl.
“Would you like anything?” he heard her ask.
“Ooh, let me see…” the fat girl said. She wobbled for a bit, then said. “Give me a second.” She stood up and turned toward the aisle, her massive ass now directly in Will’s face. She bent forward to look at the cart, pushing her ass towards him. He was now pinned against the wall, her giant ass pressing into his chest. She let out a big juicy fart, shooting shit air up his nostrils. It was all he could do to not gag.
Unfortunately for him, someone else felt the same way. “Please move!” they said as they slipped by the cart. In response, the fat girl had to back up away from the cart. This sudden movement slammed her huge ass into Will’s face, burying his nose into her ass cheeks. He tried pushing out of it, but he was completely pinned against the window and couldn’t escape. Making matters worse, she let out the juiciest fart yet, and he instantly threw up. All of his lunch poured out into her shorts. He was smacking her but with his hands, trying to tell her to move, but she wasn’t moving at all. Eventually, she would sit back down, and the stewardess wouldn’t see him because of her big size. He wiped the vomit off his mouth and tried his best to wipe off his shirt, and the fat girl didn’t notice her ass was covered in his vomit.
This was not how he wanted this mission to start.
