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For many, a chance to go overseas was nothing more than a chance to relax and enjoy themselves, see the sights and generally get away from their usual fare. For Brett, it was part of his job, so he didn’t get to get away from business as much as others...but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take some time to enjoy himself.

His cab pulled up to a rather large hotel in the middle of the city. Outwardly, the appearance matched the rest of the city, a bit dingy and grey, not exactly the nicest façade he’d seen...though, perhaps the weather was having an effect, since it was cold, cloudy, and rainy. Some cities looked a lot nicer when they felt a lot nicer...Brett didn’t know why that was, and if someone tried to explain it to him his eyes would probably glaze over. It wasn’t his thing...leave that to the people who thought about that stuff.

As he walked in, he found that the interior of the hotel was significantly nicer than the outside. It was fairly modern, even a bit upscale, comfortable and pleasant...he wouldn’t mind staying there for a while, which was good because he was going to be there for a few days. He’d been afraid for a while that he’d be shacked up in some run-down slum by his employers in a money-saving bid...that had happened before, and it always made him nervous, he didn’t like standing out in a place that didn’t look safe and secure. Tourists were always easy marks, and even as experienced as he was traveling, he didn’t trust himself not to have a bulls-eye on his back.

Checking in and dropping off his stuff was thankfully a quick and simple task, the clerk he had approached spoke English well enough to prevent any confusion, and the hotel was easy enough to navigate. He could’ve just settled in, spent the night in his room to rest and relax, but he wasn’t tired and wasn’t in the mood to just do nothing yet. Besides, he’d seen the bar in the lobby area, that was where he wanted to unwind, get a few in him to help him sleep...and maybe meet some interesting people.

Perhaps, even some who would be interested in him.

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The bar was sparsely populated but not entirely empty when he got down there. It made it easy for him to scan them and figure out what they were like, without approaching and being intrusive, or too obvious. They comprised a definite mix of types and cultures, and, unlike a public bar, they all seemed to have everything together, no clear low-functioning alcoholics or destitutes. Some of them were clearly American tourists, others were perhaps tourists but not American...you couldn’t always tell just by looking.

As he scanned, one person in particular caught his eye...not that it was difficult at his size. Sitting at the bar was a mountain of a man, an armadillo by the looks of it. Not a common type anywhere in the world, and thus one of the most interesting prospects to Brett. He seemed to be pretty chill, sitting there and watching a soccer game playing on the television, a rather large mug of some drink in his hand. Although he didn’t look mean, his size likely would have intimidated many, keeping them from approaching...Brett, however, was not so easily deterred. He slid into the next seat over, ordering a beer, and then turned to the armadillo with a grin. “Good game?”

The armadillo looked back at him, grinning back in a friendly way. “Depends...you one of those Yanks who gives a shit about football?” He sounded quite fluent in English, a good thing considering that Brett hadn’t even thought about that...that might’ve been embarrassing if he hadn’t been. He did have a noticeable accent, something vaguely like Russian but not quite, perhaps from a former Soviet nation. Brett was never able to fully tell them apart.

“Sure, I do. Only thing is you’re watching soccer.”

“Not when you’re over here, you’re not.” He held out a huge hand. “Ganz.”

“Brett.” Brett took it, thankful that Ganz didn’t have a tight grip - a hand like that could’ve crushed his with ease. He wasn’t a small guy, above average in height and fairly fit, he’d been a college athlete and had kept in shape afterwards, but three of him together wouldn’t have been a match for the dillo. His clothing was very casual, a huge t-shirt that barely hid the bulk underneath and simple jeans; he looked like a laborer of some kind, but didn’t have the air of one. “What’s a big guy like you do in a place like this?”

“Anything I want, it seems. Everyone steers clear, I’m pretty much free to do whatever. You?”

“Just in town on business. Gotta go all over the place...least I get to see the world, but I can never spend too long in any one spot, and I don’t get to see the sights as much as I’d like. But at least I get to meet interesting people.”

“Hope I qualify.”

“Well, we’ll have to see. You’re certainly one of the biggest people I’ve ever seen, I work with a polar bear but you’d even put him to shame.”

Ganz nodded. “Sounds about right...that’s what people notice first about me. Can’t complain much, the world’s built for guys way smaller than I am but there are advantages. Easy to get work that involves a lot of weight and muscle. Of course, I do more than that...where I work, I have clerical duties as well as labor duties. Nice that they need me for my brain occasionally, but I know why I’m really there, it’s because I can move the equipment without needing machinery.”

“Nice to be needed. They don’t really have much use for my level of brawn when there are much bulkier guys around. If I didn’t have certain skills I’d have nothing...glad I didn’t slack off in college when some of my buddies thought they could coast on their muscle.”

“Heck, even my size, you can’t count on your body forever. One wrong move, and you might not be able to do any physical work for months, even years...I try to be careful, but it’s worrying. I’d like to be able to do something with it, not just be eye candy.”

“Fair enough,” Brett agreed. “Though, you’re pretty good at that, I’ll give you that.”

Ganz chuckled quietly. “You think so, do you?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re not even teasing and you’re still making me salivate. Maybe it’s just because you’re my type, but it wouldn’t take much to get me all over you.”

The armadillo paused for a moment, looking Brett over. “Hm...sounds to me like you’re angling for a taste of dillo roll.”

Brett smirked. “I’d come for more than just a taste, if you know what I mean.”

“You sure about that? It’s not just an appetizer, it’s a full meal, most humans wouldn’t try the whole thing.”

“You’ll find I’m more prepared for it than most others would be.”

That earned a nod from the armadillo. “Well, then, how could I say no? Just hope you’re ready to be walking funny tomorrow.” He turned to the bartender just in time to catch his enormous eye roll at their blatant flirting, before dropping some bills on the counter. “For him and me, and keep the change.”

“Buying my way already? Looks like I chose right,” Brett snickered.

“Better watch your mouth or the next round’s on you,” Ganz retorted playfully.

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As Brett expected, Ganz’s room didn’t look all that different in terms of layout or décor. However, he had an oversize room, so everything was a good bit larger than he was used to. Such was the way of accommodating so many different physiques, it had to be tough for hotels to fill rooms like these. He wondered how much the upcharge was.

Ganz had pulled his bag out and put in on the bed, and was now rummaging through it. “Gotta say, of all the people I might’ve expected to hear that from, you would’ve been low on the list.”

“Didn’t think I could pull it off?”

“Well, you’re tiny compared to me, and I wasn’t joking around.”

“Believe me, I’ve seen pictures, I know what guys like you are packing. For some of us, that’s right up our alley.”

“You’ve probably got an alley if you can handle it.” Brett burst out laughing at that line, enough that he had to sit down on the bed to keep from falling over. By the time he’d gotten a hold of himself, Ganz had gotten what he wanted from the bag: a small plastic tube, which he laid down next to Brett.

“Ah...you’re a funny guy. No wonder they sent you.”

“Well, I do a good job. And I’ve got a good figure for this sort of thing.”

“Yeah, I don’t think many people are gonna mess with you. This is everything then?”

“Yep. Several paper documents and a couple of drives, I don’t know that it’s all the data but it should be more than enough for you guys to get what you need from it. It’s probably not as exciting as the rumors that have been flying around, but I’ll bet you’ll find it useful anyway.”

“I have little doubt.” Brett eyed the tube...so innocuous on the outside, so critical within. How fortunate he was to be trusted with things like this, secrets that some might kill for...some might have been tempted to betrayal, but he’d never been that loose with his code. That was one of the reasons the US government trusted him in foreign affairs investigation - a fancy term that essentially meant international spy. “Amazing that you were able to get your hands on these...you don’t think anyone suspected anything, did you?”

“Didn’t seem like it. It seems counterintuitive, but being like I am makes me less suspicious - I’m so big that it seems like it would be stupid to make me do covert stuff, plus they think I’m dumb muscle and couldn’t even do anything intelligent. So I could pretty much fly under the radar despite casting a shadow over everything. It was all too easy to make copies and then put things back like nothing ever happened...they never really know what I’m doing, I can come up with plenty of tech bullshit and wait for their eyes to gloss over.”

“Good to know that some strategies still work.” It still amazed Brett that they were even tried. Ganz worked for a computer tech business that contracted with the Russian government for their IT services, but they were also doing backdoor deals with the US government to secretly feed relevant information back to them, state secrets that would never otherwise become public or even private knowledge. It was a huge risk they were taking, and Brett knew it. “I’m just worried about what’s going to happen if they find out. You guys’re putting so much on the line...are they making it worth it to you?”

Ganz shrugged. “Maybe. It’s hard to say. You always hope they’re gonna honor the promises they make to protect us and bail us out if things go south...but there’s always that wonder in the back of your head, you know? Especially these days.”

“Yeah...there are some people who’d take advantage and then look the other way when things go bad. Not everyone, but I just hope that the ones who would aren’t in charge.”

“Same. But, I think it’s worth it to try.” Ganz’s expression had gone thoughtful and serious, a change from the more joking tone from earlier. “There are some people who think that war will solve our problems and that our leaders are bringing us back to glory...but a lot more aren’t so foolish. We’re struggling, and part of it is the arrogance of those in charge, thinking they can go it alone and do everything they want without consequence...we have fewer allies and more limited resources than we act like we do, and going into combat will simply drain those from the people. All-out war would bankrupt us, send us into turmoil...even the proxy wars they want are a strain. Perhaps we are undermining our government, but we’re doing so to preserve our future, and hopefully bring us around to something better.”

Brett nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I understand that...though, I’m not gonna be that one who acts all high and mighty. Hell, look at who’s in our government, and who wants to be...Jesus, some of the people who get into places of power, you wonder how we’ve managed to last as a country. I’m lucky that there are sounder minds in the spot I work in...at this point we’re almost as much resistance as assistance, but we have to keep it so on the down low, it might as well be the bottom of the ocean.”

“Heh, it does end up being a source of amusement to some of us...though, I think we’d be less amused if we thought it would actually happen.”

“Yeah, no kidding. But not even that, the lower races, too...I mean, some of them are just as bad, but not in a position of power, but then...I dunno, I see these people who are basically running on a platform of ‘government sucks, everything they do is bad, let me be part of that.’ Like, how can you possibly trust them? How can you expect them to do a good job are care about you? The other main side may not be great but at least they TRY, you know? They want to help, don’t always do it right but want to use it as a tool for good...and then there’s the ones who see it as nothing but a weapon and a power trip. And these are the people you want to lead us? No wonder there’s so little trust in our government.”

“Well, at least things are in decent shape over there. There are issues, but I would say in general you have it better than we do.”

“Yeah...but it’s not gonna stay that way if we act stupid about it. And taking it for granted it one way of acting stupid about it.”

“Good to think that way. Taking action is better than standing still...that’s why we’re doing what we’re doing. Even if we don’t have a safety net, it’s my hope that it’ll all be worth it.”

“That’s good to hear...I hope it is, too.” Brett smiled at Ganz. “So...there’s no need for me to rush off, right? I don’t think anyone’s going to think anything of me being here...if you’re interested in some companionship for the night, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

Ganz perked up a bit hearing that. “Heh, I do like spending time with others, it’s a lot nicer than being alone. I wouldn’t mind you sticking around.”

“Good, good. I can think of some other things that are nicer with others than alone, too…might’ve been on our minds a bit.”

“Maybe...it was an interesting code phrase idea, wasn’t it?” Ganz couldn’t help but chuckle; the bar conversation had been a suggested code of contact for them, so that they would know for sure that they were the people looking for each other. Code phrases had been nothing novel but they wanted to avoid the kind of nonsense phrase that usually stood out more than being secretive. “Way better than ‘the eagle flies at midnight.’”

“Agreed, and it feels more natural, too. But who says it has to stop at code? Maybe I really do want a taste of dillo roll.”

“Well, now, I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but...you do know what you’re getting into, right? You said you’ve seen pictures, so you know how we’re built...last thing I’d want to do is hurt you.”

“Glad to hear it, but you don’t have to worry about me. Like I said, you’re my kind of guy...and the others I’ve played with were packing a fair bit in their own rights. I got the procedures to let myself handle that long ago, I should be able to take anything you want to give. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s why they sent me in particular, because I could pull off that kind of suggestiveness very easily.”

Ganz’s brow went up. This changed things quite a bit; he’d figured maybe they’d be able to do some simple stuff at best, but if Brett could actually handle his length and girth...well, perhaps this would be a fun night after all, he’d never had a human before. “You’re making a pretty compelling case, Brett. I might just have to prove to myself that you can really handle it...what do you think?”

Brett grinned wider than ever. “Lay it on me, Ganz. And then in me, if you would.”

“Well then, I think we’d better get in the proper uniform for the task.” Ganz was quick at work for that, drawing off his shirt and tossing it aside rather quickly, giving Brett a full frontal view of the incredible muscle the armadillo was packing. The enormity of it was wonderfully enticing to the human; something about muscular anthros had appealed to him from a young age, and naturally were the type he coveted for partners as he matured. He’d really pushed his limits in high school, taking things that probably could have done some damage, but he’d fixed that in college with some financing from his draconic college roommate. To him, big was fun, not a concern.

Yet, it was impossible not to feel a pang from what Ganz was starting to show. The dillo had doffed his jeans and was now working himself out, a shaft that grew, and grew, and grew...Brett was scrambling to catch up on his disrobing, his nicer clothes requiring a little more care and attention to remove, and it seemed like every time he looked back up at it it had gotten bigger. By the time Brett was as nude as Ganz was, it seemed to have stopped at an intimidating size, a length and girth that put all others he’d ever had to shame. “Wow…”

Ganz snickered a bit. “You seem a little TOO impressed...I thought you said you’d seen pictures?”

“I have, yeah. It’s just a whole different experience having it...right in front of you like this.” The enthralled human reached out to hold and rub it in his hands, getting a nice raw feel for the beast. Compared to their feral counterparts, Ganz’s kind had traded some length for girth, while still having plenty of the former to spare; despite his best stretch, Brett couldn’t meet his fingertips with both hands trying to encircle it. And there was a LOT of that girth, the end was a bit more pointed but it filled out rapidly, and seemed to thicken a bit more near the base. Curious, he licked a bit at the tip of it, making Ganz let out a deep moan and start to dribble a bit of precum, which he lapped up; it had a raw, musky flavor to it, similar to yet distinct from other mammals he’d coupled with.

“Whoo...you might not wanna do that too much, or you might set something off,” Ganz said, voice slightly shaky. “Gonna bet you’re not as, uh, compatible up there.”

“Not a chance...have you ever had full-on oral before?”

“Once. A snake. Would totally do it again.”

“Probably the only thing able to open their mouths wide enough. I’ll have to settle for the other end, though.” Brett released his hold on the cock and turned around, bending over on the bed and spreading his legs wide. “Bet you don’t even get many chances at this, with a behemoth like that.”

“It’s limited for sure, but there are some who’re designed to handle it, the way you are or for other reasons.” Ganz was testing the human’s hole, his thick fingers prodding at and pushing into the pucker; it was giving way remarkably easily, definitely like Brett had suggested. Still, the human was the smallest partner he’d ever had, and was still going to feel it… “I don’t have to sink the whole thing in, if you want.”

“Yes, you do,” Brett replied flatly.

“Heh...well, okay then, I guess that settles that. I can always ease back if you’re feeling trouble, though.” Ganz didn’t bother waiting around for a response from that; Brett seemed determined, and he was game as long as the human could handle him. He poked the tip at the pliable hole and then surged forward, steadily forcing Brett’s body to accept him in. His huge hands held the human body onto the bed as he drove in, stretching him insanely deep and wide, up to the point where his hips made contact with that distended ass. “Fuuuuuck...didn’t think anyone could be this tight after getting treated…”

Brett was a bit too breathless to respond. Ganz easily beat anyone else he’d taken, and his body still had to really work to adjust to what it was feeling...for a brief moment he worried that it was going to be too much, but the protest died down once the full thing got stuffed in and stilled for a moment. Pressed against the bed, the bulge in his body wasn’t evident, but he could sure feel it...a bulge more pronounced than anything before, yet thematically very familiar and welcome. Hell, he hadn’t allowed a single thing inside him in the last decade that didn’t make him bulge, that was how much he loved it...and he was sure he was going to love this one, too, now that he was ready for it.

“You okay?”

“Y...yeah...man...you’re fucking huge.”

“So I hear every time. You want me to go easy?”

“Fuck no. Slam me hard, stud. I didn’t get treated just to be treated like I’m fragile.”

“Loud and clear. Just tell me if you need me to stop.” Ganz dragged his cock out of the human’s body, inch by glorious inch, until he was most of the way out of Brett, and then punched back in, harder than before, pounding into the human’s body with amped-up force. Brett let out a louder groan, the force of the stretch was almost as delicious as the stretch itself...his stiff cock was pinned to the bed, impossible to touch, but with treatment like this, he was sure contact wouldn’t be necessary.

Slowly Ganz picked up the pace, his concern dissipating with each thrust that Brett took without complaint. It wasn’t a lot of guys who let him go full-force like this, even bigger guys had reservations about something like him battering their hole apart...but clearly, Brett had a good bit of familiarity with situations like this, and wanted Ganz not to take it any easier than he had to. And if he didn’t have to...well, he preferred it hard anyway. Soon the bed was creaking as he rocked in and out, keeping Brett immobilized under his grip, a necessity with his smaller size. He wasn’t a fast guy by nature, but there was a decent clip to each driving impulse, faster than he expected to reach...and it felt fucking amazing, wonderfully tight, gripping his cock and rubbing it viciously with every motion. His precum wasn’t even really loosening anything up, it was so tight in there that he couldn’t get any to slip around the walls, it all got pushed inside, keeping it raw and harsh and divine.

Whatever breath Brett had to use went to moans and gasps of pure pleasure. He was held so still that it seemed like he’d been latched to the spot, every bit of the force applied to penetrating him driving into his body, making him see stars every time his gut was stretched. It was pure, continual euphoria all the way through - by now there was very little that could give him pain back there when stuffed in, and Ganz’s pole was fortuitously proving not to be an exception. His options for adding to it were pretty much cut off - he was stretched too far to try to clench down, and he couldn’t rock back when he was pinned like he was. All he really could do was take it, and that was good enough for him.

The dillo had planned to ask whether he should shoot inside or out, but at this point in, he was certain it was unnecessary; Brett seemed to want everything, and he was more than happy to provide. His dick was leaking constantly, already giving the human a nice filling, but something nice and thick was coming to replace that...he was trying to hold it back, but Brett was really putting his stamina through its paces, it had been a pretty long time since his last romp this thorough. “Hope you’re...ready...it’s gonna be...soon…”

“M-more...than…” Brett’s words just escaped before his cry as his orgasm struck fiercely. He felt a wetness squirting against his stomach, a copious amount of his own seed making a mess on the covers. Oh, being filled like that always made him shoot more...and it stood to reason that this immensity was going to boost him up even more. It felt almost endless, like each ram in made his balls churn out another round, and he would have been more than happy for it to go on for an eternity.

But Ganz didn’t have an eternity, and with a deep yell he drove in and went off. The first thick pulse almost winded Brett, there was so much forced into such a tight space...thankfully, Ganz eased off on the pressure on his body, allowing his gut to stretch out more as more fluid pumped into him. He was moaning quietly and continuous as that stretch built up more, the stretch getting more and more prominent by the moment...his hands were rubbing against it, loving the sensation of the fullness inside and out. His own had come to a close, though he was still dribbling a little seed out...barely anything compared to what he was getting.

Finally the load tapered off, as Ganz’s peak came to its end. The armadillo was panting heavily above Brett, who was almost trying to match him breath for breath. “Hoo...damn...that was some lay. You’re pretty fucking impressive...didn’t really think you’d be able to handle that…”

“Heh...told’ja…”

“Yeah, that you did. Guess I won’t doubt it so easily anymore. You want me to pull out, or stay in?”

“Ah...in...no rush…”

“If you say so.” Ganz lifted Brett up, holding him firmly to his body, keeping himself hilted inside as he clambered onto the bed to get more comfortable. As soon as he was sat, one of his big hands joined Brett’s on the distended belly. “Holy shit...never seen a stretch like this before in the aftermath. That feels good to you?”

“Yeah…” Brett nodded, feeling a bit flushed. “I’m a bit weird, I guess...I’ve enjoyed it for ages. My college roomie who helped me get the treatment...he’s a dragon, a big one with a nice thick knot...he’d make me swell every time he fucked me. Not nearly this much, though.”

“I don’t think I’ve met a human who liked it like that before. Guess I just haven’t been lucky enough.”

“Heh...well...I’m happy to be a bit of, ah, luck for you. If you’re game, I’m happy to be a bit of luck as long as we’re both sticking around here...you in town for a few days?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah, I got a few days...I think it’d be a shame to have this, ah, compatibility, and not make full use of it.”

Ganz laughed a bit. “I’m with ya on that. The cleaning ladies are gonna hate us.”

Brett chuckled at that as well. “I guess we’re gonna have to leave them a tip as big as the one you got in me.”