GTS Agent Ch 11: Coincidence or Something More

Douglas stood behind the counter, doing his job since the morning, but he couldn't help but look at Traci. He would never say it out loud, but she really filled out that outfit very well.

Traci ran around the store helping customers and putting up stock. It was her second day, and yet she already knew where everything went perfectly. It was a good thing too because Douglas didn't really like playing babysitter.

The day carried on without worry, and soon Douglas found himself ending his shift. It was late in the afternoon, and he had a class at the college that he had to get to.

Douglas stepped out of the store, ready to walk towards the college.

"Douglas, wait!" a voice called.

Douglas turned around and saw Traci running towards him, wearing a casual uniform.

"Oh, what's up, Traci?" Douglas asked with a smile.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that I have a class at the college, and since you're going the same way, I figured we could walk together," Traci said with a smile.

"Uh, yeah," Douglas said with an awkward smile. He wasn't used to having a pretty girl wanting to walk with him.

They walked side by side, not saying a word. Douglas slightly turned and looked at Traci, wondering what to say.

"So, uh... how do you like the job so far?" Douglas asked.

Traci looked up at Douglas with little emotion before smiling. "The job has been interesting," Traci said as she looked ahead. "Really interesting. It's a good change from the work I usually do."

"What kind of work do you usually do?" Douglas asked, raising an eyebrow.

Traci hesitated for a moment. "Oh, I work for a big company that focuses on expansion," she said, trying to sound casual. "We're involved in a lot of different projects."

Douglas noticed her hesitation but decided to let it go. "That sounds... interesting," he said, not entirely convinced.

They arrived at the school, and Douglas turned to Traci. "So, what class do you have?" he asked.

Traci laughed. "I think we're sharing the same class," she said.

Douglas's smile slowly began to fade away. "Huh," he said, a bit surprised but also curious about what else he didn't know about Traci.

***

Far, far away on an alien planet deep in the reaches of space, a world lay cloaked in a gray atmosphere. On this planet, she towered over everything, looking down with arrogance as those she considered lesser beings scurried through the broken streets between her legs.

Her pink hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring her face from those below.

They couldn't see the giant lick her lips, nor the lust in her eyes. What they saw was the valley of flesh on both sides of them and the immense crotch that held the foundations of three skyscrapers deep within its folds.

Agent 10 let out moans of pleasure, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her body spasmed as she forced the small, twig-like skyscrapers deeper into herself with her left hand, only for them to crumble to dust.

She didn't need to see the destruction she was causing; her imagination was enough. She could already picture the tiny aliens falling out of their weak skyscrapers and landing in the folds of her pussy, drowning in her love juices, or being crushed by the huge rubble that was nothing but dust to someone as big as her.

These thoughts drove her wild, making her crave more and more of this sexy destruction. Yet, there was one thing that settled deep within her thoughts. Agent 100 and the mission she had been sent on.

"Hmm, maybe I should pay that little wimp a visit," she mused, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

***

Douglas sat in his classroom, trying to focus on the lecture, but his eyes kept drifting to Traci, who sat in front of him. She seemed so engrossed in the lesson, jotting down notes effortlessly. Douglas, on the other hand, couldn't shake the feeling of awkwardness.

"How did she know I was in this class?" Douglas thought, glancing at Traci's back. "I never mentioned my schedule to her. Did she somehow find out? Or is it just a coincidence?"

He tapped his pencil nervously against his notebook, the rhythmic sound barely registering in his mind. "I mean, it's not like I'm hiding anything, but still... it's weird. She just started working at the store, and now she's in my class? What are the odds?"

The professor's voice droned on, but Douglas couldn't focus. Every time he looked up at the board, his gaze would slide back to Traci. "Okay, maybe it's just a coincidence," he told himself. "There are only so many classes available. It's possible we just ended up in the same one."

He tried to shake off his unease and listen to the lecture. The professor was discussing something about economic theories, but the words were just a blur. "I need to stop overthinking this," he thought. "She's just another student. Maybe she transferred from another class, or maybe she just picked this one at random."

Douglas let out a small sigh, trying to convince himself it was nothing. "I've got enough on my plate without worrying about how Traci knew my schedule. It's probably just one of those things. No big deal."

Finally, he forced himself to look away from Traci and focus on the lecture. "I can't let this distract me. I've got to keep my grades up."

Douglas spent the rest of the class taking notes and doing his best to pay attention. Every now and then, his mind would drift back to Traci, but he pushed the thoughts away. "It's just a coincidence," he repeated to himself. "Nothing more."