Don't Lose Your Grip! Part 1
In an abandoned factory Agent Westchire must battle a massive steroid loaded bull. His only weapons turn out to be his hands and an industrial meat grinder.
"What in the hell is Onyx doing in a place like this?" Agent Westchire asked himself aloud. He walked around the factory where the notorious supervillian was supposedly holed up. Agent Westchire was a 25 year old tabby who was the governments number one special agent in charge of stopping supervillians. His current target was Onyx, a black panther who was constantly testing new drugs on his lackeys.
Currently he had been developing a powerful new form of steroids which allowed some of his minions to bulk up to absurd size. As well it supposedly made them nearly impervious to pain. Westchire knew that he had already used the drugs on three people already. A wolf, a lion, and a bull.
It didn't take long before the first minion realized that he was in the factory. The bull lunged at Westchire from behind a large piece of machinery. With one punch Westchire was knocked several feet away.
"Fuck!" he screamed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handgun. He fired it directly at the bull's chest. "Take that you...aww hell!" The bullet wasn't even capable of piercing through the bull's hide. It didn't even do as much damage as a rubber bullet would have to a normal person.
"It will take a lot more than that to stop me," the bull laughed.
Westchire realized he stood no chance of of fighting him with his own hands and got up and started to run. The bull ran after him, quickly catching up to him. Westchire turned around and looked closely at his opponent. The bull was enormous. His biceps were easily the size of cantalopes. His full pecs each had a ring through the nipples. The bulge in his pants indicated that the steroids were making him larger down there as well.
Running out of other ideas Westchire reached out and started squeezing the bull's cock. "Mmph, what are you doing?" the bull asked. Despite his protests his cock was soon growing even more massive.
"I see Onyx's latest creation hasn't shrunk anything down here," Westchire said as he pulled out the bull's cock and continued stroking it.
"Stop that!" the bull yelled and tried to hit Westchire again. Westchire easily ducked out of the way. It is hard to perform well in a fist fight when someone is jerking you off. After a few more tugs the bull's body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. Thick ropes of cum sprayed out of his dick. Afterwards he fell to the floor feeling significantly weaker.
Westchire saw his opportunity to escape and ran. The bull looked up and saw him getting away. After getting back to his feet he returned to his pursuit.
After running through the factory for a while Westchire finally saw something he could use. A large industrial meat grinder. But if he was going to make hamburger he would have to find a way to get the bull into it. He turned on the machine and listened as the blades started spinning. The thing was about six feet off the ground with a metal walkway allowing people to reach the area to throw the meat into it. He climbed the stairs and hoped to lure the bull into it.
The bull finally caugt up to Westchire and was more determined than ever to kill him. He climbed up the stairs onto the walkway. Then he charged at Westchire who once again ducked out of the way. The bull nearly fell into the grinder but managed to grab ahold of the metal guardrail He started to pull himself up.
Westchire was starting to panic. He knew that if the bull managed to pull himself completely up there was no longer any hope of escape. The bull already had one foot back up on the metal walkway. Then Westchire had one last idea.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"
"What?" the bull asked. Westchire noted the tell-tale look of fear in the bull's eyes. He started to slowly stroke the inside of the bull's exposed armpits. The bull let out a small snort and the leg that was on the walkway jerked back. He was only hanging now.
His hands started to pick up speed and began to dig deeper into his pits. "Ha ha, stop!" the bull pleaded. His body was much more sensitive as a result of his recent orgasm. But Westchire just kept on going. The bull's laughter increased in pitch "Ha, ha, please!" He was starting to lose his grip.
In a panic the bull tried to ignore the tickling and pull himself back up higher. This was a mistake as it now left his belly exposed. The bull had always been excruciatingly ticklish on his stomach. The agent immediately spotted his opportunity and dug his hands into the bull's weakest spot. The bull immediately let out a shriek. "Uh oh, looks like I found a tickly spot. Kitchy kitchy coo."
The bull was now in hysterics. Tears of laughter were blurring his vision. Finally he reflexively let go of the guardrail to cover his belly. He screamed as he fell into the sharp blades. Westchire watched as the bull was ground up.
"Well now that that's taken care of I'll have to stop Onyx and the rest of his chorts."
To be continued...