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Mission: Enormous Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2022-12-16 17:59:02 +0000 UTCAs Will exited the restaurant and headed for the elevators, he realized his body was continuously getting worse and worse. He knew that waitress had roughed him up good, he just didn’t realize how bad it was. What once felt like Jello was now turning into a limp, and a painful one. His abdomen was bruised, not to mention his ego, and not to mention most of his body. His tattered clothes were catching too many eyes, so he knew he had to be expedient in his journey to his room, up on the 8th floor.
He looked back at Jennifer, who was watching him walk away out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she dipped her head back, as if she was suffering from whiplash. Will didn’t understand the hint, but did almost immediately as he crashed into a wall. He landed on his butt on the floor, dazed and looking up, only to see that there was no wall, there was just the hallway leading to the elevator. Confused, he looked behind him, only to see an enormous black woman, almost as big and muscular as that waitress, walking away from him. She was very regal looking, with a flowing red dress that exposed her gigantic, muscular thighs and strong curves.
“Watch it, wimp,” she said, not even looking back at the man she bulldozed to the ground, and she disappeared around the corner.
Will looked back at Jennifer, who had her face in her hands. She was clearly embarrassed to be in the same company. Will managed to pick himself up, really feeling the pain in his legs and core. He wasn’t going to let her down anymore. Tomorrow was a new day, and he was going to be successful, no matter what. He headed for the elevator and pressed on the up arrow. He could sense people gathering around him, preparing to go up as well. He hoped they didn’t notice how completely disheveled he looked, but he knew that was impossible.
Tomorrow would be better.
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A business man at the front desk of the hotel was almost finished getting his room key. The woman at the front desk inserted the keycard into a slip and handed it to him. She was friendly and polite.
“Here’s your room key sir, anything else?” she asked.
“Nope, that should be-” he paused. The worst smell that had ever hit his nostrils in his life had just shocked his system. It was like a fart, but with ingredients he couldn’t begin to imagine. What in the world could be causing this? He turned his head and looked up, the shadow of a figure completely covering his body.
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Jennifer checked her watch. Five minutes seemed a lot longer in times like these. As the clock counted down to zero, the massive waitress reappeared in the booth next to her, the booth where Will was sitting, to pick up the check. As she stood in front of the table, Jennifer couldn’t help but try to compare herself to the monster before her. She was convinced the woman’s leg was bigger than Jennifer’s entire body. She appeared to be chiseled from stone, and while years of agent training had kept Jennifer toned and fit, their bodies defied comparison. The waitress was huge, and she was not.
The blonde mammoth looked at the check, and after a moment of looking it over, made a smirk. Her left hand’s index finger tugged on her curly blonde hair, and she tilted her head to one side, a slight blush on her face.
“You sneaky little boy…” she muttered under her breath. Afterwards, she turned and headed back to the front.
Still somewhat in awe of the waitress, Jennifer rose out of her booth and began her trek out of the restaurant, when her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and checked the notification on the screen.
COLONEL: 214
Jennifer knew exactly what this number represented. She was expecting the man holding the briefcase to be here, she just needed to know what room number he was staying in. Room 214 was it. Second floor, easy to reach by stairs. Hopefully there was a potted plant or something nearby so she could drop a camera and get out.
And so she headed up the stairs and to room 214. Her eyes were peeled for other agents. Years of benign an agent had given her a sixth sense; she knew when she was being watched. Certainly she was on high alert, as this hotel was surely swimming with agents from countries she couldn’t even find on a map. Everyone was a suspect. She never made eye contact with anyone, looking straight ahead while surveying the area perfectly. She was not going to get caught today.
And at Room 214, there indeed was a plant. She pulled out her tube of lipstick, applied it to her lips, then clicked a small button on the side that detached the base, revealing to no one a small camera that sent a live feed back to headquarters. Casually, after smacking her lips, she placed it in the plant, pretending to not notice the plant was there and being startled by it. She placed her hand on her heart to imply being momentarily shocked.
“Aw, the old lipstick camera trick,” came a man’s voice.
Jennifer spun around to see Deron Allbright, a German agent whom she had prior experience with. He was tall and handsome, with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was very well built, around 220 pounds. The two of them had had some adventures in the past, when their journeys crossed. Her heart pounded a bit, but she always kept her cool. She wasn’t interested in him in that way… at least not anymore.
“Can’t you come up with anything original?” he asked mockingly.
“Deron…” she said.
“Jennifer,” he replied. The two had a friendly stare down. It was clear they were once again on opposite sides, though had no intention of hurting the other. He was still under the assumption that they had fire between them, a chemical reaction that elevated heart rate and enabled rash decisions, known only as romance. He looked her over. She had taken care of herself, he wouldn’t mind another fling.
“Look,” Jennifer said, looking away. “I’m on an important mission. I assume you understand what’s at stake here.”
“I do,” he said coolly.
“Then you must understand, I have no time for shenanigans. Our little back and forth will have to wait for another day.” She gave him a passing glance, then walked past him, back towards the stairs.
“Hey, Jennifer,” he said, not looking back at her.
“Yes,” she said, pausing but also not turning.
“Stay safe out there,” he replied. She nodded, but didn’t say anything. The two parted in the hotel.
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Will managed to get on the elevator first. Ragged and beaten down, he was ready to rest in his bed. He was sure he would pass out within seconds of touching his bed. He pressed 9 on the number pad and then headed to the back of the relatively large elevator, ornate and modern, with a steel look with marble lining the walls. This whole resort was certainly one of the nicest ones he’d ever been to. Perk of the job, apparently. He never thought he would get paid to stay in a place like this.
A few people piled on behind him, all dispersing to different parts of the square. Then, a gigantic figure entered, barely able to squeeze through the door frame. She had a white shirt on, with enormous breasts bulging out of them. As that part managed to get in, her wide butt and thighs with pink booty shorts barely covering them squeezed through. Will instantly recognized this behemoth: it was the fat girl on the plane, the same girl that had farted into his face. Panic set in, and he tried to avoid it, but his worst fears were coming true, again. She moved towards him and managed to shift a full 180 degrees, so her giant ass was now chest level with the small agent. He wanted to move, but there were people to his right. She was incredibly tall, but also incredibly wide. He couldn’t see around her, or even which floor they were on.
As more people got on, she took a step back with both feet, pressing her soft but heavy ass into his chest. What made it worse was that, just like before, she didn’t appear to even notice. She took one more small step back, and Will was not stuck between her ass cheeks, trapped between her fat flesh. He couldn’t even see the woman to his right, as her back fat was now pressing into him too.
“Umm, excuse me…” he tried to say, but he didn’t think anyone could hear him, not to mention the most oblivious girl he’d ever seen.
And then it happened. A huge fart erupted out of the girl. It was loud and wet, and the unfathomably bad smell immediately shot up Will’s nostrils. He wanted to hurl, and bad, but he had to control himself. The rest of the people in the elevator began to murmur, as the elevator door closed.
“Jesus Christ…” one of them muttered as he pulled his shirt over his nose. He wasn’t alone, most of the people in the sealed square box were covering their noses and being outright rude towards the disgusting display of gas. Luckily for them, they weren’t trapped in a prison of fat like Will was.
The elevator began… elevating, and the murmuring grew louder. Will could hear them complaining and coughing, and it seemed panic was starting to take over. A mere ten seconds after the first, the fat girl’s ass erupted again, and another louder, juicier fart blasted Will in his chest. If anything actually came out of it, he was sure it would have hit him like a shotgun blast it was so strong. And the putrid odor was overwhelming. The murmuring grew louder, and somehow this fat girl didn’t notice.
Will heard the ding of the elevator, meaning the door had opened. It sounded like a stampede as people piled out. Surely she would move since they had more room. This was not the case. It was just the two of them in the fart box, and she had no idea he even existed. He put his hands on her back, careful not to touch the extremely round and voluminous ass in front of him, but not only did she not register his touch, but she ripped an entirely new fart, one that made the last two seem miniscule in comparison. Will immediately heaved, throwing up all over the side of the elevator as he was trying to face his nose anywhere but in front of him. She reached behind and scratched her butt, unleashing yet another fart, echoing off the walls of Will’s smelly prison.
And then his legs gave out. His body could take no more. After a day of abuse, both from her and the waitress, his energy was now completely depleted, and he dropped to his knees. Unfortunately, that placed his face directly in the fat ass in front of him. His hands reached up instinctually to try to push her away, but it was no use. At the next stop, a group of people entered the elevator, and she backed up even more, crushing Will’s head against the steel wall. His face was now firmly in place between her fat butt cheeks, the only thing separating it from her flesh was her thin pink booty shorts.
He couldn’t hear anything, but he could only assume the other riders were now freaking out from the smell. Could they even see him? Probably not. She was so wide and her legs so thick that they probably didn’t even notice there was a man behind her at all. A man suffocating in the same stench that was engulfing the elevator. At the next stop, they all got off, leaving them alone again. How long was this girl going to be on this elevator?
He realized he didn’t even notice if he had reached the 9th floor. He no longer knew where he was going. He was actually losing consciousness. He felt everything spinning, and it was impossible now to dislodge himself from her ass. His shoulders and arms were now pinned against the wall.
Finally, after god knows how long, the elevator dinged one last time. The door opened, and the fat girl stepped forward, her giant ass still maintaining a grip on Will’s face for a few steps before letting him go, filling his nostrils with at least a less offensive fart smell. She continued to walk forward, scratching her ass and letting one last fart out, crop dusting the hallway before her before rounding the corner. Will had to get out of the elevator, it was pure poison. He sensed the doors closing, which would trap him in this smell that he couldn’t endure for another second. He reached his hand forward, blocking the door from closing.
