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The Search for Agent 603
🕑 Added 2020-09-08 03:48:13 +0000 UTC[2500-word commission: a spy has the ability to turn men into enormously muscled bottoms with huge cocks]
Rez spotted his mark leaving the old church around 9 PM. He had kept a low profile, circling the block casually without being spotted, but now, with the mark in sight, he raised his wrist and whispered into the communicator, “Agent 603 has been located. Approaching to get identity confirmation.”
Rez was 91% certain the mark was actually Agent 603. The man in question was 5’11”, 180 pounds and an average build. His dark hair had a small streak of white by the sideburns. There were slight imperfections in his right orbital bone, as well as the structure of his facial musculature; possible evidence of the surgery used to mask the unique scar Agent 603 had over his right eye.
Rez, dressed to appear as a businessman, approached with his best approximation of a non-threatening smile. The mark stood with a man with a similar build in a sweater vest. Rez assessed the other man’s threat level--minimal--before approaching.
“Are you Alex Wyndham?” Rez asked as he approached the mark. Rez glanced at the church. From his reconnaissance, “Alex Wyndham” (Agent 603’s fake identity) ran a meeting for alcoholics on Tuesdays and Thursdays at this church, with his husband Wayne.
The mark smiled, an eyebrow raised. “Depends who’s asking,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re not here to assassinate me are you?” He smiled. Rez didn’t match his mirth.
After a quick glance, Rez extended a hand. Skin-to-skin contact would allow Rez to run “Alex’s” DNA through his scan to assess the mark’s true identity. But “Alex” just stared at the offered hand.
“Look,” said the mark’s companion, stepping between the two of them. “I have to point out that this whole interaction is off to an awkward start, so I think a little explanation would help. Otherwise, we’re both hungry, and--”
“My apologies,” Rez said, forcing another labored smile. “I was actually hear to attend your meeting tonight. A friend recommended it to me, but I got here late.”
The mark, and his companion, regarded Rez suspiciously. “O-okay,” said “Alex,” who reached out and took Rez’s hand. “If you’re looking for some fellowship, a lot of us go to Burgerdom to get a bite to eat after. Could be a nice meeting-after-the-meeting.”
The dermware running just beneath Rez’s skin instantly confirmed that this man was, in fact, Agent 603. Up close, Rez’s scanners picked up about thirty inconsistencies with the information he had on file about Agent 603: the chem-composition of his sweat, his retinal patterns, the frequencies produced by his vocal cords… none of what Rez perceived from the man before him even remotely matched the data he had on Agent 603. When the Commission decided to hide an Agent, they pulled out all the stops.
Rez leaned forward. “Silver-chromium-five-one-seven-alabaster-monotony,” Rez said. Alex took a step back, confused by the nonsensical mutterings. Wayne put his arm around Alex and started to escort him away from Alex. Rez was confused: that sequence should have disabled the false identity and reactivated his spy persona.
The two men walked away from Rez toward their blue Tesla. Rez immediately picked up on a signal generated by a device on the car. “Excuse me,” he said to the men, who hastened their step as he followed them. “I have to warn you about getting in your car,” he said. “I saw some men messing around with it earlier.”
Wayne spun around. Rez noted that Agent 603’s normally dominant and reactive personally was entirely suppressed while he believed he was Alex. “Look, buddy, I dunno what you’re up to, but we’re about ten seconds away from calling the cops.”
“Wayne,” Alex said, grabbing his taller husband by the arm. “If he’s an addict and he needs help, we should at least talk to him…”
During the conversation, Rez scanned the area. He located a signal matching the device under the car. It was an explosive, and the person with the remote was less than a kilometer away. “Gentlemen, could we walk back to the church for a moment? Just to have a few words.”
The two men looked at each other, then at Rez. “Okay, fine,” Wayne said. Rez stepped back ten paces, just enough to lure the men out of the blast zone. As they left the car behind, Rez sensed the signal triggering the device. He grabbed Wayne and Alex and yanked them out of the way, holding them down to shelter then from the kinetic wave of the explosion.
“H-holy shit…” Wayne said, his glasses crooked on his face. “Did you fucking do that? Did you blow up our car?”
Alex, shocked, stared at Rez, then back at Wayne. “Honey, he was trying to get us away from the car.”
“But how the fuck did he know?” Wayne said. He crawled away from Rez on his hands and knees. “Get the fuck away from us!”
Just before Alex was out of arm’s reach, Wayne reached out and pressed his thumb at the space behind his right ear. Alex gasped, his whole body twitching.
“What the fuck did you do to him?” Wayne shouted, grabbing Rez by the arms. Rez easily broke the hold, leapt to his feet, and restrained Wayne in a headlock before the other man could react.
“Listen closely,” Rez said. “I want to release my restraint, but you will need to cooperate. Alex Wyndham, you are a secret agent living in a constructed identity for your own protection. The people your identity was supposed to protect you from have located you and have come to assassinate you. I am Rez, a cybernetic agent sent to reactivate your dormant persona and to protect you from your assassins. It’s in my mission parameters that I protect anyone you deem essential. I’m assuming this man here is essential?”
“What the fuck are you--” Alex began. Rez sensed the projectile even before it was near--heard it whistling through the air, felt the kinetic disruption as it hurtled toward Alex. But before Rez could react, Alex suddenly spun on his heel and snatched at the air. He seemed shocked as he turned and held forth the blade that had been launched at his neck. “What… what the fuck?” He was as shocked as Wayne.
“Despite your reprogramming, your self-preservation skills remain,” Rez explained. “Is this sufficient evidence to supplement my story? Can we make an escape now?” He sensed another blade, but this time Rez grabbed it before Alex could. “They can see us and they’re nearby. We’ll need to leave quickly,” Rez said, holding the blade between thumb and forefinger as he presented it to Wayne.
“This is… fucking crazy…” Wayne said, grabbing at his shirt. He seemed uncomfortable in his clothing, but Rez had no time to address that.
The cybernetic agent smashed his elbow through the driver’s side window of a nearby Acura, then placed his hand on the dashboard. Immediately he had access to the car alarm--which he deactivated--and the car’s ignition system, which he commandeered. Wayne and Alex were shocked as the car started seemingly on its own.
Rez was relieved when they joined him in the car. He had only estimated a 61% chance that both would go with him. As he peeled out of the parking spot and accelerated down the street, Alex sat in the passenger seat, examining the blade he had caught without even thinking about it.
“Back there,” Alex asked. “When you poked me in the back of the head…”
“I was reactivating a dormant skill we may have need of,” Rez affirmed.
“Were you, like… turning on my ability to just, grab knives in mid-air?”
Rez sensed Alex needed affirmation so he orchestrated a smile. “Your training was always present, despite your lack of consciousness of it. What I reactivated is…” Rez looked in the backseat, where Wayne was now yanking at the collar of his sweatervest and unbuttoning his belt. “...a very unique skill.”
“Honey, I…” Wayne’s voice was noticeably deeper. Rez could see that he had already gained 24 pounds, two inches in height and his bodyfat had dropped by 6%. “Pull over,” he said. “I feel like I’m… I dunno, having an episode of some sort... “
“You’ll need to shed your clothes soon,” Rez instructed. He turned to Alex. “Agent 603, the only way to sate your husband’s discomfort will be to fornicate with him. Would you prefer privacy or would you do it anywhere?”
“The fuck are you--” But Alex turned around to see a man built like a football player in the back seat of their car. It took him a moment to recognize Wayne’s face on the hulking body, tearing his clothes off with big muscular hands.”Why is this happening?”
“This happens to all men in your proximity,” Rez said in a flat voice, cutting the wheel sharply to make an abrupt turn at 80 miles an hour. “He’ll be insatiable soon, although instigating an orgasm will reduce his libido to functioning levels…”
“Why isn’t it happening to you?” Alex gasped.
“I’ve got subdermal implants that generate a field that disrupts your natural ability,” Rez explained. “Otherwise, I’d be growing larger and begging to be fucked just like your husband is right now.”
As far as Rez could tell, they weren’t being pursued, so he cut the wheel again and pulled into a darkened parking lot behind an abandoned warehouse. Before either of the confused men could react, Rez had already opened his door and hauled Wayne, now 6’5” tall and built like a strongman, out of the car.
“Babe, what’s going on?” Alex asked as Wayne grunted and ripped off the tattered remains of his sweater. His upper body was ENORMOUS, bulging and veiny. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his hulking muscles.
“Despite the fact that your husband is a lawyer,” Rez informed him, “his IQ has dropped considerably due to the change.” Wayne groaned and tore off his pants. Underneath, his briefs were tightly hugging a massive bulge up front, with two swelling mounds of gluteal muscle in the rear. The expanding man remained on all fours as he started to grow faster, now outside the confines of the car.
“Holy shit, he’s huge! When’s it going to stop…” Alex asked.
“Fuck, need… you,” Wayne said, pawing at Alex’s crotch. “So… horny…” The big brute clapped a hand on his giant ass and let out a low, guttural rumble.
“Fuck, babe, are you… purring?” Alex said, daring to put a hand on Wayne’s enormous bicep. The confused Agent rubbed his hand over the hard, shiny muscle, marveling at its size, before he became courageous enough to put a hand on the throbbing lat muscle bulging beneath Wayne’s armpit.
“You’ll need to fornicate soon, before, he is reduced to…”
Red and blue lights accompanied a siren as a police car pulled into the lot. Wayne’s eyes remained focused on Alex’s bulge, but Alex glanced to Rez, desperate for guidance.
Rez raised both of his arms. “If we can simply stall them, they won’t be an issue soon,” Rez informed him.
The first cop to get out was a husky man with a pronounced gut. He advanced on the three with his gun drawn.
“Imbeciles,” Rez droned. “Leaping into the unknown with violence as their Plan A. It’s tiresome to watch such amateurs operate.”
“Keep your hands in the air!” the cop said, his hands shaking as he surveyed the situation. His partner, a lanky black man, got out to join him, his gun also drawn.
“Exactly what are you guys doing out here?” the beefier cop said, sizing up the scene. Wayne was bigger now, nearly 6’8” tall and well over 300 pounds of heaving muscle, desperate to be fucked. He whimpered and moaned, biting his lower lip and slapping a hand on the ground insistently.
“What does it look like, officers?” Rez said, holding his hands high.
“We were, uh… being pursued…” Alex said. “And my husband had a, uh… seizure…”
As the two cops approached, Rez observed their distraction as their bodies started to swell within their uniforms. The beefier cops belt popped and his pants fell down. He nearly dropped his weapon as he fumbled to pull it back up.
His partner licked his lips, his eyelids starting to droop as his long, lanky body slowly inflated. The let out a groan in tandem.
“Excuse me, officers,” Rez asked politely, “what are your names?”
“Andrews,” the chubbier cop said--although now, with his muscles growing, he looked more like a football player or a strongman.
“I’m Officer Wynn,” his partner said, groaning as his buttons popped on by one.
Andrews’ baggy boxer shorts were now stuffed with the man’s thickening thighs and his lengthening cock, while his swelling buttocks quickly split the back of his underwear apart.
Meanwhile, Wynn’s sleek uniform pants tore down the sides as his quads got thicker and wider. He reached up and tore his shirt off, then followed with his pants. Andrews initially seemed shocked at his partner’s sudden nudity, but then he was hit with another wave of growth. The man fell to all fours and gritted his teeth as he burst through his uniform, now a 300 pound beast of a man. He glanced down at the heavy meat swinging between his legs--the first time in his life he’d ever had such a piece of equipment, Rez surmised--but then grabbed his ass and yelped.
“Nerve sensitivities deep within his anus are activating because of their proximity to you,” Rez informed Alex as he lowered his hands. He walked up to the police car and put his hands on it. Suddenly, the flashing lights died, as did the electrical systems within.
Officers Wynn and Andrews were both nude by the time Rez returned from the deactivated cop car. They were each the size of a rhinoceros, starting to heave and arch their backs, their big asses waving expectantly in the air.
Rez turned to find Alex riding an absurdly gigantic Wayne, who was now as big as the car they had stolen. Wayne’s massive muscles heaved as Alex rode the elephantine man. Wayne kept his face low to the ground. He pounded the pavement in ecstasy, biting his lip. His entire upper body flexed every time Alex plowed. Agent 603 seemed to be having a hard time riding the gigantic ass, but his training made him an expert in fucking enormous men, so he seemed to be subconsciously navigating the situation smoothly.
“Excuse me, officers?” Rez asked, addressing the still-swelling boys-formerly-in-blue as they crawled toward the rutting couple, each desperately hoping to have his needy deep-down itch attended to. “Were you two sexually intimate with men before any of this transpired?”
“F-fuck!” Andrews said, biting his lip and wincing under the weight of his sexual need. “Who’d you tell, Wynn?”
Their cover blown, Wynn, whose dark muscles looked like polished stone, grabbed Andrews, whose insane musculature now shown through his small layer of fat. The two men kissed each other as if their lives depended on it, each of them struggling for dominance, their tongues wrestling wildly as they pressed their hugely muscled bodies together. As they pawed at each other, the flexed their hips, rubbing their enormous cocks against each other wildly.
“Sadly, gentlemen,” Rez interrupted, “I’m afraid the effects of my associate’s aura have reduced you both to bottoms. You’ll be unable to find release without something buried deep in those large asses of yours. But if you will…” He reached out and forced the two men apart, his cybernetic implants granting him enough strength to overpower their huge physiques. He guided Andrews, still on all fours, by his gigantic shoulders over to Wayne.
Wayne was half-again as large as Andrews, but the two behemoths immediately started passionately making out while Alex buried his cock deep inside Wayne’s hypermuscular guts. After the two beasts seemed frustrating with just kissing, Rez turned Andrews around and let Wayne bury his face deep within Andrews’ ass.
The gigantic officer’s reaction was silent, but dramatic, his face contorting as his tiny brain was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of pure pleasure. Meanwhile, Wynn seemed insanely frustrated by the fact that both of his massive hands jerking his enormous cock weren’t doing anything to soothe the raging fire within.
“Your nerve endings have been restructured,” Rez explained, certain the man couldn’t understand what he was saying. “But if you’re eager for some sort of gratification, come over here.” Rez roughly dragged Wynn over to Wayne, whose big cock was spewing precum into a giant puddle beneath him. Rez pointed at Alex, whose ass was still pumping away at his giant husband. Wynn knew what to do.
Alex shrieked as Wynn’s huge tongue wormed its way between his asscheeks--possibly the only thing that would have snapped him out of the relentless plowing of his husband’s ass. Rez saw something glint in the Agent’s eyes at that moment--his face looked resolved, far more determined. Had his programming been finally overridden?
As much as Rez wanted to bask in the thick testosterone funk pouring off the literal ton of muscles going at each other in a mindless frenzy, he couldn’t ignore a sudden frequency he suddenly detected nearby.
He backed away from the fucking men, jogging past the police car until he got to the street where he sensed the abnormality. It wasn’t something he detected, mind you, but a sort of “blank space”--someone was trying to mask his presence.
Rez intentionally walked past the blank space, looking around as if he couldn’t detect it. Clearly the assassin was nearby, and cloaked, but he had to goad him out of hiding. Rez had to look like his guard was down.
Moments later the “cloud of nothing” moved, and Rez responded by activating the bio-electric systems of his dermware. Electricity flashed from his hand, disabling the attacker, who became visible suddenly.
Rez looked down at the man, shocked to be looking at a man with short cropped hair, an angular face and a plain black suit. The man was his identical twin. As Rez’s silver eyes flashed, the attacker’s silver eyes flashed back. “Good lord,” Rez said, sparks starting to jump between his hands as he prepared to deliver another attack. “Cyberagent 919,” he said, immediately identifying the cybernetic man born in the same clone pod as Rez. “They send defective Cyberagents on wetworks missions now?” he said. He let loose with another blast of electricity.
919 rolled out of the way of the attack, countering with a laser blast from a small device on his wrist. It singed Rez’s face, revealing circuitry underneath. “I believe what you mean,” the assassin said, “is DEFECTORS, not defective,” he corrected.
“My linguistic systems are functioning perfectly fine,” Rez retorted. He grabbed a nearby parking meter and yanked it out of the ground, swinging it like a bat. It smashed against 919’s face. Quarters sprayed everywhere.
In a surprise move, 919 threw a punch at Rez. He wasn’t expecting such a primitive form of attack--but when the fist made contact, he felt his defensive systems shut down. No longer able to mount any sort of counterattack, Rez rolled out of the way of another laser and sprinted down the building.
With 919 in pursuit, Rez leapt up and grabbed a hanging fire escape. He climbed a few rungs up, then swung down, delivering a flying kick to 919. 919 staggered backward, reeling.
“If you’re curious why my attack had so much impact,” Rez said, undoing the buttons on his black suit, “it’s because my mass is expanding.” It was undeniable. The 6 foot tall man’s athletic build looked like it had been pumped up suddenly. He quickly shed his shoes and pants, turning to face 919 in just his underwear as his muscles bulged and swelled. “You used an incorrect frequency when disabling my systems,” Rez said, flexing his growing muscles and grabbing at the swelling cock in his briefs. “You disabled my immunity to Agent 603’s abilities, then allowed me to get within range of him.”
919 fired three lasers, each of them missing their target as Rez rolled out of the way. He grabbed a heavy trashcan and hurled it at 919 with his newly enlarged muscles. Now built like a gorilla, he turned around to see two enormous meaty buttocks behind him. He couldn’t deny the deep-down ache; soon he would be incapacitated by the situation until Agent 603 were able to pacify him. He leapt into the air with his powerful leg muscles and came crashing down on 919, smashing the assassin’s face into the ground.
“And that,” he growled, “should shut down your systems as well,” he said. He hoisted the stunned assassin off the ground and threw him over his shoulder. As he walked back around the building toward the desperately fucking behemoths and the agent in his charge, he heard 919’s black suit starting to split at the seams. He grabbed a handful of 919’s ass and felt it swell up, hardening into a massive hamhock of solid muscle beneath his fingers. Then he reached around and grabbed the now-massive cock on 919’s front.
Had Rez not been growing himself, the expanding assassin’s increasing mass would have hindered him, but Rez was so huge by the time he returned to the others that his now 300 pound twin, slung over his shoulder, felt like nothing to him.
Rez tossed the assassin, who was now built like a pro bodybuilder and still swelling with size, to ground before the three giants and the relatively tiny Agent dominating them all. 603 had moved on to Wynn now, plowing his ass mercilessly as Wayne offered his huge ass for his husband to bury his face into.
It was clear, with the ease at which the agent was in control of the situation, commanding the three muscle-bloated hunks, that Agent 603’s personality had awoken. He glanced over at Rez, who was no a hulking beast of muscle, and winked. Rez flexed his hips, his huge cock bobbing up and down, drooling precum down Rez’s ripped abdomen.
919 slowly rose from the ground, unable to obey his prime directive now that the agent’s powers had taken over. Rez grabbed his clone, pulling him into a muscular embrace, their huge cocks pinned between their heaving, massive chests. Rez new, even through the fog of lust that was falling over his senses, that they would not be getting off with their dicks tonight.
Luckily, he felt Andrews strong hands grab him by the thighs. Rez glanced behind him as the thick-necked powerhouse went to town on his ass. His tongue was a poor substitute for the agent’s godly cock, but it would do for now.
As Rez’s eyes rolled around at the sensations of Andrews rooting through his backside, he glanced over at Wynn, who roared as he and the agent came simultaneous. The officer’s enormous cock blew a massive load all over his veiny abs, soaking the pavement underneath. Rez and Agent 603 made eye contact as the spy slowly pulled out of the nearly brainless cop.
Suddenly Rez remembered why he took this job.
