GTS Agent Ch 17: A New Agent, Agent 101

She stood on all fours, her knees sinking into the ground, crushing the landscape beneath them, while her hands demolished parts of the micr

She stood on all fours, her knees sinking into the ground, crushing the landscape beneath them, while her hands demolished parts of the micro city below. Entire neighborhoods were reduced to rubble in an instant beneath her fingers. Agent 101 breathed heavily, her immense body casting a shadow that plunged the once thriving metropolis into darkness. Her face lowered toward the panicking citizens, closer and closer, until she could see their desperate movements below like ants scattering from a collapsing hill.

Small explosions erupted against her cheeks, the work of the micro fighters, their weapons firing in vain at her colossal form. The blasts were nothing but faint tingles on her skin, not even strong enough to cause a scratch. Her eyes twitched, her brows furrowed, and to her horror, tears welled up. They trickled down her face, falling like unstoppable boulders, crashing into the streets below, obliterating everything in their path.

Agent 101's vision blurred with sorrow as she looked between her fingers, at the smoke and fire swirling around her colossal hands. The city was being consumed by chaos and ruin, its people fleeing in every direction, trying to escape a fate they could not outrun. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed down at the micro fighters, the defiant specks still firing up at her, unaware of how little their resistance mattered.

She didn't want to do this. But it was her job.

With a deep breath, Agent 101 brought her face even closer to the broken city, so close that her warm breath caused the fires below to flicker and dance. She extended her tongue, the smooth surface glistening in the light of the destruction around her, and let it sweep across the city. The buildings crumbled instantly against the wet surface, lifted away like dust in a breeze. What once stood tall and proud was reduced to nothing, dissolving on her tongue as though it had never been.

She withdrew her tongue, feeling the gritty remains of the city against her taste buds, before swallowing everything with a hard gulp. The weight of what she had just done sank into her, the sense of guilt settling like a boulder in her chest. She wiped at her face, but the tears fell faster now, each one plummeting to the earth like meteors. They hit the ground with the force of bombs, flattening entire blocks beneath the sheer volume of the liquid, creating craters where the city once stood.

Agent 101 sat back on her knees, her immense form towering over what little remained.

***

The Zherakians ran in terror, their legs carrying them as fast as they could through the streets, but no matter how far they fled, they couldn't escape the looming presence of the enormous face hovering just beyond the clouds. Her eyes, larger than the city's tallest spires, watched them with a mixture of concern and duty. Her immense fingers hovered in the distance like the walls of a prison, her skin forming barriers that stretched impossibly high, encircling them from all directions.

The ground beneath them quaked with every subtle movement she made. Her musk, an overpowering scent of flesh and sweat, hung in the air, filling the streets like a thick fog. Some choked on it, their bodies unable to process the stifling atmosphere of this living, breathing colossus. Her breath—each exhale a gust strong enough to blow entire crowds off their feet—pushed aside the very clouds, stirring the air in violent gusts that rattled the windows and sent debris flying.

And then there were her breasts—massive, unyielding forms that had already crushed a large portion of the city under their weight when she leaned down. Entire districts had vanished beneath the sheer mass, flattened instantly without resistance. Skyscrapers that had once stood proud were reduced to rubble, nothing more than splinters beneath her.

The Zherakians' military, known as the Vharak Battalion, fought desperately, their aircraft swarming like angry insects around her face. They launched everything they had—missiles, plasma bombs, energy beams—but nothing penetrated her skin. The blasts exploded harmlessly against her smooth cheeks, her colossal nose, and even her lips, which stretched into a line of regret and concentration. Her tongue flicked out occasionally, a quick movement that sent waves of destruction below.

High Commander Zho'rath, their esteemed leader, stood on a nearby platform watching the futile attacks. His people's greatest weapons, their most advanced technology, all amounted to nothing against her. His voice trembled as he stared up at her face, watching in disbelief as the explosions did nothing—didn't even cause her to blink.

"None of it... none of it is working," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of battle. "This isn't good." He watched the fireballs dissipate on her skin as though they were mere sparks. His eyes traveled up to her enormous nose, where even the largest of their missiles couldn't leave a mark. Her cheeks were unscathed, her tongue flicking out as if tasting the destruction below. Even her eyes, those enormous orbs of focus and regret, didn't flinch from the assaults.

Suddenly, the ground shook harder than ever before, sending the Zherakians stumbling. High Commander Zho'rath gripped the railing in front of him as the rumbling intensified. The colossal face moved closer, the tremors growing in intensity with every inch of her approach. Her lips parted slowly, and a warm, thick gust of breath escaped, knocking over soldiers and sending vehicles skidding across the ground.

In that instant, a massive pink pillar—her tongue—emerged from her mouth and slammed into the city below with the force of an apocalyptic weapon. The ground quaked violently, buildings crumbled into dust, and screams filled the air as the massive, fleshy wall barreled through everything in its path. Entire blocks were swallowed by the unstoppable wave of destruction, as her tongue lifted the debris like it was nothing more than dust.

For many Zherakians, the last thing they saw was a gargantuan wall of pink flesh, filling their vision and blotting out the sky, crashing toward them with devastating force.

***

Agent 101 slowly rose to her full height, her colossal form casting a shadow that stretched for miles. Dust and stones cascaded from her swaying breasts, which had leveled entire sections of the city beneath their weight. She stood amidst the ruined landscape, her massive body towering over the shattered remains of what had once been a bustling metropolis. The distant horizon trembled under her sheer presence, and yet, in that moment, her towering stature seemed insignificant compared to the weight of her emotions.

She looked out across the ruined landscape, her eyes brimming with tears that shimmered like stars. Each tear threatened to fall, massive enough to cause destruction on its own, but she held them back for as long as she could, blinking slowly, trying to contain the sorrow that filled her heart.

"Agent 100..." she whispered, her voice a soft rumble of thunder that echoed across the desolation. Her lips trembled as she spoke the name, a name that brought with it an unbearable ache. "I miss you."