Brandon Twice
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Secret Agent's Secret Weapon
🕑 Added 2020-07-01 04:39:34 +0000 UTC[Custom 2500 word request: guy has to fuck the rich and powerful to save the world!]
The burly guard pressed the barrel of the gun right into the forehead of the average-sized man--”Demetri” it said on his nametag--before ordering him to empty out his briefcase.
“I swear,” Demetri said as he blinked a few times at the pressure of the barrel between his eyes. “I’m just a telecom guy. I’m here to work on your intranet.”
The swarthy guard--6’3” tall and easily 260 thickly built pounds--spoke into the radio in his non-gun-holding hand. “He says here’s here to do repairs. Do we have anyone doing repairs?”
The voice that barked back was shrill with annoyance. “Gunther, you bumbling fool! How did he get onto a station hovering in Earth’s outer atmosphere--and on the day that we activate the device even! Clearly he’s with the idiotic spy we apprehended. Shoot him in the head, now.”
Gunther looked around as he slid the radio back into his pocket. “I must be apologizing,” he said. “My orders are my orders. They said to kill you even though…” He glanced down at thesmall tools that tumbled out as Demetri upended the briefcase. “...you do seem to be a repairman.”
“Your boss,” Demetri said, surprisingly calm despite the fact that a bullet in his brain was a mere finger-wiggle away. “Is he named Dr. Cameroon? He’s the one who ordered the repair. I’ve got the work order documented. If you do this, he’s going to be angry…”
“He’s the one telling me to kill you!” Gunther argued.
“Clearly in haste,” Demetri said. “It sounds like he’s dealing with a lot. Imagine how hard your job is going to be when your networks shut down. Do you have enough porn saved on your computer to get through the night with no internet?”
Gunther’s thick trigger finger wiggled. His other hand brushed against the front of his jumpsuit, casually grazing his groin. He sniffed, then shivered.
“We go somewhere private,” he said in his thick German accent. “This hallways is a high traffic area. Can’t be shutting it down to wash brain out of the ceiling.”
He gestured with his brawny hand and Demetri walked out with his arms held up.
“Do you… wear cologne?” Gunther asked after leaning in and quietly inhaling a whiff of the little repairman. He waved the little guy into a storage closet, then closed the door behind them.
“No,” Demetri said, lifting his arm and taking a long sniff of his armpit. “Why? Do I smell?” He wafted the air gently and Gunther closed his eyes and swooned. He slowly lowered the gun, the other hand grabbing his crotch and roughly massaging it. “Are you okay?” Demetri asked, but Gunther just softly moaned.
Demetri heard the familiar sound of Gunther’s jumpsuit starting to swell, as well as his buttons starting to pop off.
“What is… happening…” Gunther said, reaching up and grabbing separating halves of his jumpsuit and roughly tearing them away with his thickening hands. The big guard was getting bigger by the second, inflating like muscle like someone was pumping him full of air, and it didn’t seem to be stopping, either.
Growing faster than his swelling body was Gunther’s bulge. The overstuffed crotch of his pants looked like it had doubled in size, and the big guard set his gun down and tore his pants off so he was completely naked. A huge dick flopped forward. Sweat was pouring from Gunther’s now nearly nude body as Demetri looked down on him with a smirk on his face.
“Aren’t you going to be shooting me?” Demetri asked as Gunther fell forward, his inflating pecs cushioning as his torso slapped the floor. He reached behind himself to grab his huge ass cheeks, which rose like bread dough as the guard gained muscular pounds by the minute.
“My ass… oh god,” Gunther said. He yelped and seized like he’d been bitten from behind, then whimpered. “God, it needs… I need…”
“I know what you need,” Demetri said, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. “Let me take care of it…”
Gunther’s eyes went wide as he saw Demetri’s cock. A dollop of drool fell from his mouth as he reached toward it hungrily, dragging the little “repairman” closer to him. He grabbed Demetri by the sides and lifted him right up to his face. Demetri laughed as the huge man lifted him right off the ground. He moaned as Gunther inhaled his dick.
“Jesus, wow,” Demetri moaned as Gunther pulled Demetri away from his face. Demetri’s big dick slipped from the mouth with a pop, then slapped Gunther across the face. The now-400 pound 6’11” guard flexed his huge pecs and threaded the coveted dick between them. Demetri just put his hands on the swelling muscle and went along for the ride.
Then big Gunther groaned again, reaching toward an ass that he had swollen too big to reach. “Please,” he moaned, his face pressed into the floor. “Please fuck me. Oh God, I can’t… oh god…”
“Are you even gay?” Demetri said as he crawled around behind the elephantine man. He looked at the giant hole between the enormous cheeks--the target was at chest level, so he would have to jump up and hold on tight--and Gunther pounded gigantic fists against the floor, raving with need.
Demetri pounded Gunther hard and fast, his big balls slapping against the inconceivably huge ass. Gunther was so big he couldn’t even get all of the big man in his vision at once; he slapped the rock-hard muscle undulating around him as he pumped away, eliciting high-pitched squeals from the largest man in the world.
“My cock,” Gunther moaned as he arched his back. Demetri could see the massive meat getting bigger as well, starting to stick out to the left as it grew in length and thickness. A giant hand reached toward it, but Demetri spoke up.
“Don’t touch your cock!” he ordered. “Touch your cock and this is over.” Gunther whimpered again and put his hands over his head. The huge dick--now well over a foot, and growing--throbbed in time with Gunther’s thumping heart beat. “That’s it,” Demetri said as he pounded away. “You’re a big bottom bitch and you just want to get bred, don’t you? You can only cum from being fucked. Take it in the ass like the proud pile of meat you are! You wouldn’t be built so big and strong if it wasn’t to take huge dicks.”
When Demetri came, Gunther roared. The orgasm seemed to hang there for ten seconds. The two collapsed as it subsided. Finally Demetri pulled him off the sweat-slick back and slid out of Gunther’s surprisingly tight hole. He walked around to the front of the titan, laying a soft kiss on the man’s lips as he muttered incoherently, his brain totally fried.
“See, I don’t need a gun,” Demetri said, grabbing Gunther’s fallen weapon. “I’ve got my own tricks up my sleeve. But who knows, I may need it! Sweet dreams you big oaf.” He grabbed the set of keys from Gunther’s shredded clothes and a keycard, then sprinted from the room.
He glanced at the small device strapped to his wrist and tapped its surface. Agent 99 was nearby--luckily he’d been apprehended close to the control room by that dumb cluck security guard--but Demetri hoped it wasn’t too late to shut down the doomsday device.
Demetri saw the access doors to the control room and prepared to leap in, but he paused. He had no idea what was on the other side--enough guards to apprehend Agent 99, at least, if not the mad scientist and the wealthy maniacs behind this device as well. He examined the small panel aside the sliding chrome doors, tapped its surface, and overrode the door opening mechanisms. He flashed Gunther’s keycard, then made some adjustments. One of the sliding doors quietly moved inches to the right, just enough for Demetri’s dimunitive frame to slip through before it slid shut again.
Demetri kept close to the floor as he navigated the control room. Luckily nobody had noticed him. He saw Agent 99--blonde, studly, filling out his tuxedo like a champion, his chiseled jaw tilted upward defiantly--as Dr. Cameroon strutted confidently past a holographic map of the world.
Cameroon’s lab coat was the end of his resemblance to a “Doctor” of any kind. He was 6’5” tall, blonde and nordic with broad shoulders and a nice tight ass Demetri couldn’t help but take note of.
Two swarthy guards stood on either side of Agent 99 brandishing weapons--they would be an issue--and seated on a velvet couch across the room were Prince Remington and Angelo Stryker, two of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world.
Demetri had read in the dossier that the hunky beefcake Prince and the smoldering Italian stud Angelo were likely financing Cameroon’s machine, but Demetri was shocked to see the two billionaires holding hands. Angelo reached up and gently caressed Remington’s face as the two watched Cameroon lay out all hte details of his maniacal plan to Agent 99 before he did away with him.
“And then, after the device has tilted the planet’s axis and knocked every satellite out of the sky,” Cameroon said, pausing to leer at his captive agent, “the world’s most powerful governments will have no choice but to submit to my demands. And just think, Agent 99, if not for your incompetence, you could have stopped it. I want you well aware that you were the only thing between me and the world, and you failed, before I kill you.”
“Really?” Agent 99 said with a surly tone. He spat at Dr. Cameroon’s shoe. “Because it seems like you’re just trying to bore me to death.” He flashed his perfect smile, exuding his usual massive confidence.
Demetri wondered if the Agent had noticed him coming in. It was so hot in the control room! Demetri noted his sweaty pits. His pheromones had to be pouring out of him full blast There was a vent nearby. Demetri army-crawled over to it, eyeing the clock above the Doomsday device: eleven minutes before it fired. He unbuttoned his shirt and aired out his pits, trying to spread his scent via the vents.
“Now, for the delight of my esteemed guests,” Cameroon said as he handed out glasses of brandy to the wealthy men embracing on the nearby couch, “I would like to give them a warmup to the big show. Assassinate this waste of an agent.”
The guards near Agent 99 raised their rifles, poised to shoot.
“Wait, no last words? What kind of a villain are you?” Agent 99 glanced up at the two big men about to fill him full of bullets. One of them groaned and adjusted his stance. The other fidgeted, like something in his suit was tickling his rear end.
“The only thing I want to hear from you is your lifeless body hitting… the…” Cameroon cleared his throat and took a sip from his brandy. He looked down, licking his lips, then let out a soft moan, bending at the middle.
Agent 99 glanced over to Demetri’s direction, tossing him a wink. The guards tried to shrug off their discomfort, the warmth coming over them, the tingling in their asses, but when they tried to squeeze the trigger, they each found their fingers had swollen too large to pull the trigger.
“Something… smells, interesting…” Remington said, looking around. The top button of his shirt popped off as his torso expanded. Meanwhile, Angelo was focused on both his and his lover’s groins, each of which was filling out rapidly. Angelo couldn’t believe it was happening--and he couldn’t break his attention away from either cock.
“What’s the matter?” Agent 99 asked as Cameroon’s hands traveled over his body, finally resting on his butt. “Clothes feeling uncomfortable? Libido spiking a little? I feel it too, if it makes you feel any better.” The two guards dropped their weapons and tore awkwardly at their jumpsuits, eager to be free as their muscles popped even bigger. Each of them hulked out of their clothes, tossing the useless fabric away as their naked bodies increased at an even more rapid rate.
“What are you two…” Cameroon began, but he felt an insane tickle up his rear end. His whole was hypersensitive all of a sudden--and incredibly needy--and the warmth that was spreading over his body seemed to be making him get larger as well.
“Angelo, dear, I fear I’m…” Prince Remington fell from the couch, suddenly going to all fours as his glutes blew up so quickly his expensive suit couldn’t handle the strain. Angelo rose to his feet, bigger and more muscular than the lean hunk had ever been in his life. He flexed his newfound biceps and made pecs he’d never had before bounce and pop.
Remington was HUGE now--and Angelo eyed him hungrily, but every urge he had to top his royal companion was overruled by his hypersensitive, twitching hole.
Dr. Cameroon looked like Mr. Olympia now--but, after Agent 99, was still the smallest in the room as the guards and the billionaires turned more into ridiculous muscle freaks with every passing moment. The scientist, feeling a feverish haze settling in over his massive intellect, stumbled to a control panel on the wall. He placed his palm on it and the palm-scanned flashed to him, “ACCESS DENIED.” Cameroon stared at his dinner-plate sized hand, then found himself focusing on the size of his fingers, like plump sausages that were still fattening. He bent over and ripped the last of his pants off, then struggled to twist himself around. He tried desperately to shove one of the fat fingers up his own ass, but his broadening torso just wouldn’t allow it.
Demetri rose from hiding at this point. Remington and Angelo were wrapped around each other, writhing, but every few moments they would twitch, their massive muscles flexing as their hungry holes demanded more. The two guards astride Agent 99 had devolved into enormous, mindless brutes, one dragging his sensitive pucker across the floor, the other moaning and braying like a farm animal in need of milking.
Agent 99 was just starting to blow up as Demetri approached. The debonair agent flashed a smile to Demetri. “I was going to ask you to undo my ropes but in a moment…” He grunted and flexed. The ropes popped off. “Never… mind…” he said in a much deeper voice. His tuxedo was shredding as he blew up like a balloon, arms looking like meaty cannons, legs like huge tree trunks, pecs hanging like giant melons, his dick swinging freely like a baseball bat. “Fuck…” he moaned as he bucked and twitched, his needy hole starting to override his brain.
“Let me deactivate the doomsday device first,” Demetri said, “and then I’ll take care of you.” He winked at the Agent and slapped his huge hard ass. The Agent’s face flushed and he pulled his little associate right off his feet, planting a massive kiss on him. It took a moment for him to regain his senses enough to pull himself away. It was clear, as Agent 99 set Demetri back on the ground, that the super spy was being overcome by Demetri’s pheromones--but for the moment, he had just enough mind to let the little man do his job.
“What… are… you…” Dr. Cameroon was on all fours like the others, groaning in a deep bovine voice. He growled. “Please, god… fuck me…”
“Deactivate the device,” Demetri commanded, folding his arms. Remington and Angelo were starting to crawl his way as well. The three men were now as big as buffalo, their giant, giggling asses bouncing as they crawled.
Cameroon, his hands shaking, looked up at Demetri, unable to focus on anything but the hardening cock in Demetri’s pants. From either side, Remington and Angelo grabbed Demetri’s pants, tearing them cleanly off. As his disproportionately big dick flopped free, all of the hulking men let out a collective moan of rising need.
“You! Guards!” Demetri said, strutting over to the two hairy brutes, together totalling nearly 900 pounds now. “Hold Dr. Cameroon still.” He wagged his hard cock at the men. “If you want any of this, you’ll do what I say…”
The men crawled toward Cameroon frantically. Despite having grown to massive proportions, he was helpless to his two gigantic guards. “Please!” Cameroon groaned. “Please fuck me! Please please please…”
Remington and Angelo each latched on to one of Demetri’s legs, desperate for his cock. “You,” he said to Remington, sensing from their relationship that Angelo had been the top. “Fuck him,” he said to Angelo. Angelo almost put up a fight as the man who had bottomed for years tried to flip him over. “No,” Demetri said. “Titty-fuck him.”
Angelo, just barely able to understand, flexed his big pecs and drew his arms together, forming a tight canyon that Remington slid his huge, throbbing cock through. Both muscle monsters groaned at the contact, Angelo’s own massive dong twitching and spewing precum in response.
“H-hurry,” Agent 99 moaned, but Demetri couldn’t tell if he was talking about the Doomsday clock, still counting down, or his own insatiable hunger for Demetri’s dick.
Demetri hopped up behind Remington, certain to make the mad doctor watch as he started plowing away at the Volkswagon-sized ass before him. Remington let out a soprano squeak as he was penetrated. He wrapped his gigantic arms around his lover and pulled him into a hard muscular bearhug, fucking Angelo’s pecs even harder. Poor Angelo, usually the boss of his princely lover, was helpless to the assault, overwhelmed by powerful sensations he’d never felt before.
“Oh, God,” Cameroon moaned as he watched Remington’s huge ass stuffed full of Demetri’s cock. Watching that big muscular clydesdale of a prince dissolve into pure ecstasy was too much for the doctor, who would have sat on a flaming torch if it meant getting something up his insanely empty hole. The two guards bucked their hips, their two-foot long dicks flopping back and forth, as they pressed their glutes back into the air hoping for even a molecule of friction to ease the insane tickle up their asses.
“Oh, fuck,” Agent 99 said, drool pouring from his mouth as he played with his nipples. His beautiful face had swollen, looking blockier, like a caveman, but he was still an incredible looking man, especially now that he was over 300 pounds of muscle.
Despite their gigantic dicks, not one of the men was to be satisfied without Demetri’s dick up his ass. It was the nature of the smaller man’s pheromones.
WHen Demetri finally came, Remington squealed, his hulking form flexing, veins rising out all over his massive physique. Buckets of cum spurted up and over poor Angelo, who looked like a glazed donut when it was all over--and when he wiped away the load from his eyes and saw his peaceful bliss on Remington’s face, he was driven wild with jealousy. He needed Demetri’s dick too!
“Deactivate the device!” Demetri commanded. Cameroon, now looking like three WWE wrestlers had been squashed into one, crawled on all fours to the Doomsday Device. He stared at it, trying to access braincells that may have blown apart after watching Demetri’s fucking of the prince.
Cameroon stood at the panel, eyeing it, sweat pouring down his face. He needed to be fucked so badly! His beefy hand shook as his fingers hovered over the keys. He knew how to do this--didn’t he?
“C’mon, doc,” Demetri teased from behind, rubbing the head of his cock gently up and down the doctor’s crack. (He had to enlist the Agent’s help in lifting him up just to reach.) “You can figure it out. Or else you’re never gonna feel this cock inside you…”
Cameroon whined in frustration as Demetri’s cock teased his hole, then exploded with rage. He swung his massive arms at the device--demolitioning it. He crawled back to Demetri, looking defeated, but stared up at the much smaller man, desperate to worship his huge cock.
“You… did… it…” Agent 99 said, stomping over to Cameroon and shoving him away from Demetri. The massive spy lowered his huge ass down to meet Demetri’s cock, spearing himself on it. Demetri didn’t even have to move as Agent 99--who had been transformed by Demetri’s pheromone before--bounced up and down, fucking himself silly on Demetri’s big dick.
Behind him, a cum-soaked Angelo crawled up, tonguing Demetri’s ass hungrily and rubbing his big dick--WAY too big to even think of shoving into Demetri’s very normal human-sized hole--against Demetri’s perky cheeks.
“Fuuuuuck…” Agent 99 moaned as one of the guards pulled up behind him, sliding his big dick right into the Agent’s cinderblock-hard glutes.
Demetri looked around as the room devolved into a furious melee, desperate for release. Only Prince Remington was pacified; having taken Demetri’s seed, he was now sleeping soundly, shrinking back to his normal size. No one in the room even paid him any heed.
“No, no wait…” the Agent said, suddenly coming out of his stupor. His incredible brainwash-resistance training gave him an intellectual fortitude to resist even Demetri’s super-powerful scent, on some level. He had to use all the strength in his body, but he finally pulled himself off Demetri’s dick. Then he grabbed the mad doctor, lifted his Herculean body into the air, and plunged him down on Demetri’s cock.
Cameroon was squealing and moaning like a bitch in heat as soon as Demetri was inside him. It didn’t take long for the furiously bucking Doctor to milk Demetri’s dick to completion. When Demetri came, the Doctor’s eyes comically crossed and he went limp, mumbling and drooling as Demetri slid out of him.
Agent 99’s massive chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing and heart rate. “Fuck… others…” He ordered as the Doctor shrank back down to his normal human size. Angelo and the two guards were still hulks, though, and still desperate to get fucked. “Then… I… Take… Us… Home…” Every word was an effort for the Agent to get out.
“Don’t worry,” Demetri said to the mountainous Adonis. He had to jump high to pull it off,but he planted a kiss on the Agent’s lips as he worked his deflating cock back up to full mast. He had work to do.
