Agent michael conway... preview

Chapter 3

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Deciding to follow the only possible opening lead he had, Michael used the Bureau's intelligence data base to locate the adress of his old training buddy Brian and his supermodel like wife Michelle. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of pity and envy as he paroused through the photo"s showing his once thin friend blossoming into a dad bod, to down right fucking humongous within a few years' time.

Sure, he felt bad for Brian, as well Michelle as she was probably forced to take care of his most basic needs, from the look of the most recent photos. "Hell, that's if she even decided to stay with the fat bastard", Michael joked to himself. However, as much as he tried to blow it off Michael simply couldn't ignore his raging boner.

At first he tried to tell himself that his throbbing erection was due to the roads being extra bumpy in downtown Brooklyn, but his recurring thoughts, or better yet fantasies of he himself growing fatter and fatter, until he couldn't even reach his own cock any longer grew more and more pervasive the closer he was to his destination.

After what seemed like hours looking for a parking spot and finally locating the Brownstone in question, Michael took in a deep breath and rang the doorbell. To Michael's surprise, an extremely fat but well dressed blonde opened the door with a flourish. The rapid movements of opening the door caused her tightly clad and massive belly to conspicuosly jiggle and shake before her, drawing the secretly fat loving agent's attention to be drawn away from her lovely face and towards, what he really wanted.

"Fuck! Get a hold of yourself!", he admonished himself before the fat woman interupted his thoughts with, "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in", teased the fat woman while making gentle and hynotic swirls around her belly.

Fighting a raging erection, the flush faced Michael asked if he had the right address, reading it off to her, while flashing his badge.