"Big!"

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Hey, all. Long time lurker, first time posting a story, though I can't take credit. The following short story, "Big!", is from Chili Palmer's Free Story Annex and the work of an author identified only as "mortecanard@yahoo.com". I have always been a huge fan of the story, but the poor punctuation and lack of capitalization always distracted from the wonderful storytelling, I felt. Thus, I took it upon myself to edit and re-post it here. Let me be clear: I take no credit for the content.

Having failed to contact the original author after several attempts, I decided to clean up the punctuation, capitalization, grammar, verb-tense agreement, etc. I maintained as much of the original wording as possible, save for where I felt it absolutely necessary to change (and may have added a phrase and/or description here and there to spice things up a little).

Please enjoy. And remember, the author is "mortecanard@yahoo.com".

BIG!​

Why a well-tenured physician like Esther picked me, a lowly x-ray technician, as her daily lunch partner was a mystery to me. She was about 35 years old, but looked younger. I’d have guessed late twenties, like me. Her youthful appearance was from the hours she spent in the gym each week. Her short, dark hair topped a beautiful face with stunning brown eyes and flawless skin. I knew she had no family and she never mentioned a boyfriend. Her life centered on her work at Detroit General Hospital. Today, like most days, I pretended to be interested in her topic of conversation that was, as usual, way above my head. I politely nodded and asked an occasional question to make her feel as if I understood.

"Jason," she said excitedly, "it is probably the greatest development in burn treatment medicine in the last hundred years, and certainly since I became head of the burn unit. Cytogen remains inert in the body until damaged or stressed cells emit a chemical trigger that calls it into action. When that happens—look out!—it can replace those damaged cells in a matter of a few days, and with greater doses it can duplicate tissue. Imagine a burn patient being able to grow masses of their own skin for grafting! Once it gets ‘blessed' by the FDA it can be taken out of experimental status and begin to do some great things.”

I continued to nod. She finished off the last few bites of her daily salad, dabbed a white paper napkin to her delicate mouth, and stood. "Well," she said as she looked at her watch, "gotta get back. See you at lunch tomorrow?"

"It's a date!" I replied.

That night I kept thinking about cytogen. An idea hit me as I rested in bed and reached down to my crotch to adjust "the boys." Why couldn't it be used to enlarge body parts…like a penis? Some rich guy would pay a lot of money for a penis enlargement, I thought. Why shouldn't that money come my way?

At lunch the next day I asked Esther if she could give me some information on cytogen.

She looked at me with those big brown eyes and said, "Since when did you quit just pretending you were interested in all the junk I talk about, and become truly interested?"

"That obvious, huh?"

"Jason, one of the reasons I enjoy lunch with you is that you let me ramble. It's good therapy for me. But why do you need information on cytogen? It's still in the experimental stages...not many people know much about it."

I lied. I told her that it intrigued me and I merely wanted to read up on it. She fell for it and that evening handed a large folder of papers to me in the parking lot. I muddled through them best I could, but I needed an expert's advice. Esther was the only one at General that was intimately familiar with cytogen, so she was going to have to be the one I asked about it. Our relationship was very superficial, but what would she think of me if I asked her how to pull this off? She's not my closest friend, but I don't want to alienate her, either. I tossed a mental coin and decided that I'd bring up the subject the next day and show her the notations I had made from what I learned about it.

"Say, Esther," I said. "I've got an idea that could make a lot of money for anyone that gets involved. You interested?"

She looked at me over the top of her glasses.

“Oh, no, an Amway salesman,” she quietly moaned though a mouthful of salad.

I shook my head. "No, no, no. This has to do with cytogen."

Her eyebrows rose on her forehead. I leaned a little closer and dropped my voice to a whisper.

"Penis enlargement.”

Esther continued an expressionless look for about five seconds, and then said, "I better leave now." She started to stand and collect her tray when I lightly grabbed her wrist in a symbolic gesture to keep her from going away.

"Please, Esther. Don't go. I'm not a pervert. I've been thinking about this for a few days, but I need your advice. There is a pile of money to be made if it would work, and we could retire real early and enjoy life, instead of working eighty hours a week here at General. Listen to me for a little bit. I’ve never asked you for anything before, so give me a chance."

"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked, sinking back down into her seat. She still looked at me suspiciously, but there was also a glint of curiosity in those brown eyes now, too. Okay. Don’t blow this. I exhaled slowly and gently laid out the tentative plans I had mentally constructed the night before.

"You're also nuts," she stated when I finished. "But if it means that much to you, I'll check it out. Don't tell anyone else. I don't want to get laughed out of a job."

"Cross my heart.”

I slid the folder full of files she had handed over to me only a few hours before back to her. She looked at it the folder and cautiously opened it. She scanned my notes for several minutes, a puzzled look growing across her face. When she finished, she went back over my notes again. Slower and more intently. Finally she said, "You may not be as crazy as I thought. I'll look all this over tonight and let you know what I think tomorrow."

The next day I was at our regular table quite early. Esther, as usual, was right on time. Nothing was said by either of us for a couple of minutes. I pushed some hamburger casserole around on a plate with a fork while she neatly consumed her lunch. Without warning or looking up she said, "It should work. Let's do it."

"Damn! What a deal. When do we start?" I said.

"Whoa, there. We've got to get a few things straight. First: I’ll be a technical advisor and help gather the needed supplies, but I’m not getting involved in any goofy mad scientist stuff. You're going to do all the work. I like my job too much to get fired."

“You: management. Me: labor. Yes, ma’am,” I said, saluting.

Esther rolled her eyes. "Second, who is going to be the guinea pig? We need someone to experiment on."

"Never thought about that, but you're right. Also, we need to keep this close to our vest so no one else will find out and steal our idea. We two are the only ones that are aware of it so far, and since I'm the only guy...it seems logical that I be the 'test pilot' for the experiment."

"Gotcha!" she said, pointing her fork at me. "You want a monster between your legs and you need my help to do it. A little insecure with what we already have, are we?"

"Ouch! That hurt!" I retorted. "Personally, I have no problems with my God-given attributes, thank you very much. But I do take offense at your insinuations."

She grinned. "Just kidding, Jason. Don't be so stuffy. You're the one usually cracking jokes here, so now you know what it's like."

"I'll take that as an apology, then."

"Whatever," she said, smirking. "Anyhow, I truly don't care who you use. That's your problem. Now, meet me at my off-site office two nights from tonight. I'll have the stuff ready for you."

 

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Two nights later I sat next to her office desk as she studied some more papers and occasionally glanced up at me in thought. When she finally broke her silence she told me that originally she wanted no part of this other than as an advisor, but the financial prospects really intrigued her.

"You're right, Jason. I think there is money to be made here, and I’ve thought about this a lot since we last spoke about it," she said in a very professional fashion, "and I think that to be sure it works, I might have to assist more directly."

"Gotcha!" I said. "You want to get your hands on a monster penis and you need me do to it!"

"No, you jerk. That's not it! You need to be examined in order to assure it won't kill you or make you sprout antlers or something, and the intricacies of cytogen will require a knowledgeable person be involved. Now that doesn't mean I’m going to be playing with your privates, got it? Whatever we grow down there,” she said, nodding to my crotch, "you keep it in your pants. Figuratively speaking. I don't need that kind of complication in my life. Understand?"

I snapped a smart salute. "Sir, yes, sir!"

"Okay, soldier," she said, rolling her eyes. "Drop those trousers and get on the examination table."

This was what I had been dreading. What if I get a hard-on? Man, that would be bad. I prayed silently that for once I could control my crank. My prayers and Esther's professional approach to the exam allowed me to maintain my dignity and not come to attention. When the examination was over, she instructed me to stay on the table while she got the equipment. With her back to me she muttered, "Personally, I don't think you need any treatment."

"Hey, doc. Is that a compliment or a come-on?"

"Neither," she said flatly. "Just an observation."

God had given me a 10-inch erection. I'm no John Holmes, but I've stretched my share of all sorts of holes with my cock. Soon she emerged with a cart full of equipment, including a vacuum pump and a large glass tube that was, she instructed me, 3 feet long and 6 inches across.

"Holy shit, Esther! You think we're going to need one that big?"

"Get the shocked look off your face. I figured we'd better get something that we were sure would do the job. You're not going to fill this thing, but according to my calculations there is no problem at least doubling your dimensions, and to triple them isn't much of a stretch—no pun intended. It will take about eight weeks to double it, another eight weeks if we try to triple it."

"Dang! I had no idea! I figured a few inches, but…that much is incredible. Y-You really think I could have a 20 inch erection in eight weeks?" I stammered.

"Well, since I know what half of 20 is, that secret is out of the bag. No matter, though...I was going to find out your size here soon anyway." I felt my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "Gotcha again!" she said.
"Anyway, 20 inches is very likely. Even larger if we go the entire 16 weeks."

The thought of a hard-on that large was nearly unbelievable. I could have any woman I wanted once she saw what I had in my trousers. Maybe I could even lure Esther into a relationship. She had caught my eye the day we met in the hospital gym last year, but I assumed she was out of my league. This situation might change everything.

She explained that her plan was to use the vacuum to stretch and pull my penis to its limits...and then some. This would cause minor trauma to all the cells and allow the massive doses of cytogen to reproduce penile tissue. She also noted that a similar treatment to my testicles was in order.

"This is a package deal," she said. "It would look odd to have such relatively small testicles suspended under a huge penis. You'll be able to produce a proportional volume of ejaculate then, too. It's all or nothing."

"Makes sense to me. Let's do it."

"Your testicles can produce more sperm than you realize, but the seminal vesicles, which produce the fluid, and the small glands around the testicles that store the semen is where we need to pay most attention. In other words, we are going to improve your semen 'manufacturing capacity' somewhat, but more importantly, we'll drastically increase your 'warehouse.' Using equipment for pulverizing kidney stones, we can slightly stress them all and hit them with cytogen. It will probably cause you to have more intense and longer orgasms. Jason,” she said, leveling her gaze at me, “we could make you a virtual semen fountain if you want. Are you okay with all this?”

I could only say, "Duh. What guy wouldn't want that?"

"Now," she said with her hands on her hips, "when we're done, you're going to have, oh, shall we call it a 'concealment' problem with all the extra mass in your pants. It's going to be pretty obvious to the world that you've got something stupendous down there. I don't care how baggy your pants are; even a flaccid penis over a foot long is going to be noticeable. It isn't too late to back out."

"That's a problem I willing to deal with,” I chuckled. “I imagine there will be a few positive side effects that will offset any downsides."

And then the process began. Esther held the tube while I snaked my cock into it. The vacuum made it immediately rise to full staff. The tube made my cock look small by comparison, but it was apparently interesting enough to Esther. I caught her staring at it, her lips slightly parted and her breathing shallow. She must not be the ice-maiden that she likes to portray! After a few minutes she turned up the vacuum a few notches, causing my cock to swell past it usual proportions, and making the head and veins enlarge even more.

"You alright, Jason?"

"It hurts,” I groaned. “But I think I'll live."

After a total of thirty minutes of stretching, we removed the vacuum equipment. My dick was sore.

"Here is some lotion that ought to soothe it," she said, tossing a bottle to me.

"My hands are kind of tired...will you do it for me?"

She shot me another scathing look over her glasses.

I shrugged. "Never hurts to ask.”

I realized that I was about to rub a bunch of cream all over my deflating cock...in front of Esther. I couldn't determine if it was a turn on or if I was going to be embarrassed. It turned out to be a little of both.

Next, she bombarded my testicles and the surrounding glands with the ultrasonic waves. The pain was slight, but dull. It almost made me ill, like getting kicked in the groin. Then she administered the cytogen and said, "We need some measurements now. I want to know how big you are when flaccid as well as erect. I'll measure you soft, but you go to the bathroom and get yourself ready for the erect measurement."

I jokingly argued that I could use some help, but she was steadfast in her refusal.

"This is business, Jason. Nothing more."

Yeah, right, I thought, remembering how she’d eyed my hard-on in the tube only a half hour before. There might be a chance yet. I headed to the bathroom, but just as I reached the door, she stopped me.

"One more thing. I want a semen specimen. Since we're dealing with your testicles, I want to make sure we don't do anything wrong. Here's a paper cup." Before I could get a word out, she put up her hand and said, "And, no, I won't do it for you."

I shrugged my shoulders and went to work all by myself.

Naturally, that first night of treatments caused us to rapidly break down many barriers and taboos. Up until thirty minutes previously, Esther had merely been a friendly co-worker that ate lunch with me. I didn't know much about her, nor did she have many details of my personal life. But within the hour, that "casual friend" had fondled my cock and balls, discussed my penis size, talked about my semen production, watched a machine give me an erection, saw me rub lotion and measure said erection, then had me jerk off into a cup and give it to her. The entire situation was a bit surreal. It was almost like one of those outlandish stories you see posted on the internet!

 

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The next day at work was bad. My privates were sore! When I told Esther, she almost apologized, but I explained that it was a consequence, not a punishment. If this is what I had to endure for the project, I’d do it gladly.

For seven nights we repeated the procedure. Stretch, bombard, inject. Esther insisted on a daily semen sample, which she promptly took to her lab for testing. On the seventh night she measured my soft cock. It was 5.5 inches by 1 inch thick. Testicles were 1.5 inches in diameter. I was growing!

"Okay, Jason. Hit the bathroom and see what we've got. Don't forget the daily sample. You've started to produce more semen, so keep up the good work."

"Wonderful!” I said. "I haven't jerked off this much since I was in high school."

After proper manipulation I measured 10.5 inches long by 1.75 thick. Not bad for one week's work. I was able to amply cover the bottom of the Dixie cup with semen, too.

Week two yielded even more: soft, I was 6.25 long and 1.5 across. My erection expanded to 11.5 by 1.75 inches, and my testicles were 1.75 inches each. It was nothing to put a good quarter of an inch of semen in the cup now.

Week three: soft, 6.75” by 1.75”. Erect 12.75” x 2”. Balls 2”. Semen output was up substantially.

To date, Esther had done nothing more than she did the first day, but I still thought she was fascinated with my growing cock. At better than a foot long, it was quite a sight. And the way she seemed to be mesmerized by it was evident. When she would measure soft, she let it linger in her hand a little more than necessary to get the job done. She claimed that she needed to exam it and my testicles daily, but I was growing more confident that she just wanted to touch them. Sure enough, one day when I wasn't able to control myself, I started to get hard. Not a lot, but my cock was openly growing as she examined it. She gave it a couple of almost imperceptible strokes—very slow and only a fraction of an inch, but there was no doubt in my mind what she did. Suddenly she dropped it and looked at me in disgust.

"Stop that! That's enough!” she said. “If you can't control yourself you can do this all on your own from now on."

“Sheesh, Esther. I didn't do it on purpose! Sometimes these things just happen.” My cock was draped off to my side, resting like a pliable summer sausage across my thigh. She picked it up with two fingers, like she was picking up a revolting insect, and dropped it between my legs.

"There. Now go play with yourself,” she huffed. She was trying to act upset, but it was just a matter of time before I got her to come my way, I resolved.

Week four: soft, 7.5” by 1.25”. Erect, 13.75” by 2". Balls, still 2 inches. Nearly an inch a week!

Week five: soft, 8.25” by 1.5. Erect 15 x 2.25”. Balls now 2.25”. My cock was becoming enormous!

Even when it was soft I found that it would burrow its way out of my underwear and down my pant leg. Wearing flimsy scrubs at work didn't help hide my new friend either. I was receiving stares from many of the women at the hospital, so I made sure to stand or sit so the fabric was drawn tightly across it, giving them a good show.

Week six: soft, 9” by 1.5”. Erect 16.5” x 2.25”. Balls 2.5”.

This was absolutely fabulous. I now sported what was probably one of the largest human cocks on earth. Even limp it hung heavily from my groin, and swung majestically when I walked naked. After a shower I often stroked it hard and then gazed at it in the mirror from various angles. Its size and shear weight prohibited it from standing out straight like it did six weeks ago. Now it formed a large arc partially supported by my huge balls with the head pointing slightly downward. It was becoming uncomfortable to sit unless I arranged my testicles just so and wormed my cock down my trouser leg. If I was in public and got an erection, it was all over. I might as well have had a sign that pointed to my crotch that stated "huge hard-on!". There was no way to hide my tree trunk.

Week seven. Neither Esther nor I had any inhibitions when it came to my nakedness by now. I trotted around her office naked as a jaybird, huge cock slapping my legs, balls bouncing. She did her best to keep from eyeing my wonderful new equipment, but she wasn't very good at it. She looked at my cock almost as much as she looked at my face when we talked and worked. When she held my soft member, her tiny hands barely encompassed it. It took both of them for her to properly hold it because it was like trying to control a long water balloon. It was so hefty that it flopped over her single fist when she checked its dimensions. Finally, she wrestled it into submission and was able to gauge its growth.

Soft, 10 inches by 1.75 inches. My soft cock was now officially as big as my hard-on used to be!

It was time for the erect measurement and for me to produce my weekly semen sample. Standing in the bathroom, I rested all 10 inches of my limp cock on the cool, marble counter top and gazed down at it with awe. The shaft was smooth with the exception of the curved zigzags of some veins. The head was as big as a pool ball and had a soft, satiny look to it. It was almost like looking at something that wasn't attached to me, since I could move my hips a bit and a majority of it didn't even wiggle. It was so big it didn't seem real. With both hands I scooped it up and began to slowly stroke its full length. It helped me get aroused to think of Esther just outside the door. When it was about 15 inches long, I let it plop back on the counter top and rolled it with the palms of my hands like a sculptor with a large chunk of clay. Though not fully erect, I made sure the cup was in the bottom of the sink and began jerking off. Soon it was hard and throbbing. I measured it.

Erect 18” by 2.75”. Balls 2.75”.

Now that my arms weren't long enough to comfortably stoke my cock straight out in front of me anymore, I had to point my hard-on at the ceiling. I hauled my cock upward…and suddenly realized that my giant cockhead was just inches from my face. I had always loved having my cock sucked, so I figured I’d give it a try. I asked myself what the difference is between giving myself a hand-job or a blow-job. None…right? Slowly, I guided the purple head of my throbbing cock up to my lips and gingerly massaged my face against it. It was hot as fire, and felt, well...rubbery. Suddenly, a large drop of clear, glistening precum formed at the 1/2 inch long slit and I touched it with my tongue, enjoying the salty sensation. I clamped my lips around the opening, sucking up the fluid. Then I stretched my mouth wide and pushed the head in my mouth. Looking in the mirror, I saw myself with my lips wrapped tightly around the head of an impossibly large cock. The invasion distorted my face enough that I looked comical, even though it was a tremendously erotic experience.

My cheeks bulged as I rapidly stroked the huge flesh log that spanned from my crotch to my face. I jammed my mouth down on my swollen cockhead until it hit the back of my throat. I concentrated and overcame the slight gagging feeling. After a few more full length strokes with my hands, I dropped my head further and forced my cock into my throat a couple inches. Immediately I started to gag, so I withdrew it from my throat but kept it in my mouth, sliding it in and out the best I could. In a few moments I was nearing orgasm, so I let it fall from my mouth with an audible pop and took a step backward so that I could properly aim my hose at the cup in the sink. Within seconds my legs began to tremor and my stomach muscles started to spasm. I leaned my head against the mirror and looked down at the business at hand. Then came the tingling release as the first of many spurts of cum burst into the cup. My left hand held the cockhead over the cup while my right one frantically ran back and forth the length of the shaft. At least fifteen heavy spurts came this time. Semen practically poured from the tip, barely stopping between each pump. The wonderful feeling seemed to last forever, but eventually the spasms that wracked my body subsided and the cum quit flowing. I caught my breath as I squeezed the last of it from my still engorged cock. The cup was well over half full; at least 5 ounces.

I didn't wait for my cock to shrink before leaving the bathroom this time. Esther was going to get a show tonight. I waltzed out immediately after orgasm with my gargantuan meat still bucking with spasms of pleasure. A few drops of cum dangled from the tip as I held the cup out for Esther. Her eyes widened at the sight of an 18 inch dick coming straight towards her, swinging from side to side as it bobbed and bounced, semen still clinging to the head. She quietly gasped and fell into her chair as I stopped with my manhood just inches from her arm. She never broke her stare at it as I put the cup of warm fluid into her hand.

"Oh, lord," she breathed. Esther began to inch the cup of semen toward her face as she gawked at my slowly deflating hard-on. Her mouth slowly began to open.

“Hey—what are you doing?" I said, catching her wrist.

"Shit! I-I don't know,” she said, snapping back to her senses. She quickly glanced at the cup and set it aside. “I guess I thought it was a cup of coffee or something. I better get this to the lab. Would you put that thing away before someone gets hurt?" With that she regained her composure and trotted off to her lab as I dressed. That episode surely got her juices flowing, I thought proudly. No way she could have ignored that performance.

 

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One week later, the end of the eighth week, she did her routine examination of my cock and balls, and then pointed to the bathroom. I felt that it was now or never if I was going to get Esther to break out of that shell.

"Esther, are you sure you don't want to see this thing in action? You're responsible for it; you should at least see how well it works. I can sit right here and get myself hard for you. Call it clinical curiosity if you want, but you really ought to see this. I’ll jerk off into the cup so you can see the semen as it pours out."

At first she acted shocked, but that lasted for just a few seconds. She hemmed and hawed as I continued to coax her, and soon a confused smile grew on her face.

"Okay. I have to admit I am quite curious—but from a purely scientific standpoint!" she emphasized. "I'll sit at my desk and made notes while you, uh...while you do your thing, okay?"

I nodded and sat my naked butt in the chair next to her desk. Maneuvering my massive 3-inch balls so I wasn't crushing them, I spread my legs and draped my cock off the edge of the seat. I put both fists around it and brought it upright. When I slid my hands down to my pelvic area, the length and weight of it made it bend almost 180 degrees. Within twenty or so strokes my behemoth began to respond and swell. Esther's eyes were fixed on it, so I proceeded rather slowly to tantalize her. I stopped working my meat when it was about halfway erect and let it drop, its head and shaft curving over the edge of the chair towards the floor.

"C'mon, Esther. Help me out here. You handle it all the time when it's soft, but you should check it out when it’s erect. There might be something you could learn from it. You created it. You should feel it, too! You can't tell me that you really don't want to hold it and feel its weight and strength in your hands. It'll grow for you, Esther. It'll get much bigger. Admit it. Let go and indulge yourself. Christ! It's the biggest human erection there is!"

She ran her fingers thought her short black hair, shook her head and smiled.

"Jason…I don't know. I'm a professional; I shouldn't be masturbating my patients, but...jeeze. Just look at that thing! It would tempt any woman." She paused, took a breath, and then sat back in her chair. She looked me in the eyes, and with an air of great confidence said, “No. No, it wouldn't be right.” before she meekly added, "...would it?"

She sounded so sure of herself until she paused to add 'would it' to her statement. Her voice changed at that point to that of a little girl wanting someone to make up her mind for her. Esther wanted so badly to hold it, she just needed some moral support, someone else to say it was okay…someone to justify her decision to do it. So, I picked up my huge member and tossed it up and down a few inches, letting it slap back into my palm with the sound of a single clap.

"Oh, hell, Esther. Why not? You want to hold it. I want you to hold it. It won't hurt anyone if you do. Go ahead. Anyone else in your position would do it."

With it pointing at her like a one-eyed hunting dog, she took another deep breath, and after a couple of seconds said, "Okay. I will—but no funny stuff." She looked visibly relieved, like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Her eyes perked up and she nervously grinned. "Any woman would be crazy to pass up the chance to at least touch this incredible organ. I’ll help you get hard...I'll even measure it. But no more.” With that, she reached out and cupped the head ever so lightly with one palm, steadying it, the heat from her hand soaking into my enormous cockhead.

“It won't bite," I reassured her.

She smiled and squeezed the large knob. Her other hand lifted my cock up in the middle so it pointed upwards. "Oh, Jason! This is so massive...so heavy!" she said as she double-fisted it and slowly started to slide the skin from my knob to my heavy balls. I was in heaven and Esther was obviously enjoying herself. She couldn't get the grin off of her face.

"This is beautiful. Just beautiful. We did a good job, huh?" she remarked as my member hardened from her manipulation. One of her hands gripped the thick shaft just below the cockhead while the other hand gingerly ran up and down its length. With my cock now quite stiff, she moved her chair closer so that she was able to use both hands to aggressively slide the satiny skin from top to bottom until my cock was at its incredible peak. A determined expression formed on her face, her teeth lightly clenching and her brow furrowing. I simply sat back and enjoyed watching her delicate fingers give me a fine hand-job.

"Esther, it’s as big as its going to get. You got the tape?"

"In a minute," she replied. "Just a little longer. I'm, uh, still examining it."

It wasn't going to be much longer and she was going to get quite the cum drenching.

"I think you'd better quit right now....if you get my drift,” I said softly.

She looked at me and stopped, her face acknowledging why I wanted her to quit. One hand still gripped below the huge knob, the other halted halfway down the shaft. Her gaze shifted to my magnificent manhood that was begging for release. It jumped a few times from being so close to orgasm, plus I purposely made it throb a few times.

"God," she marveled. "It's alive!”

She gently released her tender grip so I could hold it up for her to measure.

"20 and 1/4 inches long and 3 inches thick! Goddamn, Jason, we did it! It is truly magnificent! It feels so hot and smooth, too. Look at that huge head…that long, thick shaft! It's as big around as a soup can! Watch—my hand barely goes half way around it." Stretching her fingers as far as they'd go, she put her hands directly under mine. She paused and looked at me like she hadn't ever before. We had emotionally connected. I could sense it as we both held onto my throbbing log. Eventually she looked away and said, "And your testicles! They are so big and round!"

She let go of my hard-on and cradled a huge ball with each hand, rolling them around in her palms. It felt good to have them supported instead of hanging heavily from my groin. With a smile, she stood and grabbed a Dixie cup, letting me hold my amazing hard-on up for her to gaze at.

"Jason, I propose a toast to your fantastic erection, and our success," she announced with the empty cup held high.

"But you don't drink, Esther."

"Not alcohol, I don't.”

I gazed around her office. "Well I don’t see any soda around here either, so…”

Esther's expression morphed from elation to sadness. Something was wrong.

“Okay. I knew it would come to this. I knew I couldn't avoid it." Her arms dropped to her sides and her shoulders drooped. She glanced about the room trying to muster up the courage to tell me what was wrong. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped before a sound came out, then inhaled deeply. Her eyes locked onto mine and after a short pause she started explaining.

"I've had the hots for you for quite a while, Jason. I've done nothing about it because when a man comes into my life, things get all fouled up. So, I just avoided getting close to you. Then you approached me with this crazy idea and the next thing I know I'm playing with your genitals on a daily basis. How nuts is that? What makes it worse is now you have the most stupendous penis on the planet and I get to fondle and hold it. I’m a flesh and blood woman and I have desires. This was all too much for me."

I was speechless. I simply looked back and her with a stymied look on my face.

"You see, Jason, I’m an obsessive-compulsive in many ways. I smother men until they run away. I didn't want that to happen to you, but I still wanted to be close somehow. So I figured out a way to do just that. I could be very close to you, but not change our current relationship. You know all those sperm samples you've been coming up with?"

Esther paused, crossed her arms, and nervously tapped her foot. She looked in every which way except directly at me.

"Yeah, what about them?"

She took a deep breath, looked me square in the eyes and said, "I drank them."

“You…?"

"I drank them. I swallowed your cum. I ate your semen. I ingested your seed...every drop of it."

I struggled to think of something intelligent to say.

“How come?” was all I could manage.

"Your semen is about the most personal thing about you. It carries your genes, it comes from deep inside you, it is part of you. When I took that very first sample to test, I looked at it for a little while, and then touched it. Feeling your cum gave me goosebumps. I stirred it up with my finger and watched as it dripped back into the cup. It felt good to rub it between my thumb and forefinger. It was like having a part of you all to myself. I stuck my finger in my mouth and cleaned the cum from it. I dipped another finger and repeated it. Then I tipped the cup to my lips and poured it into my mouth. The sticky warmth felt wonderful on my tongue. Then I swallowed it. Each day now I hold it in my mouth: I swish it back and forth, I open wide and look in the mirror so I can see your cum all over my tongue and sticking to my teeth. It has become almost a ritual. I need your semen."

We both stood silent for a few seconds, neither one of us knowing what to say.

"Jason, that's why I did it. I wanted to be close to you somehow, and this seemed like the easy answer. I’ve consumed about a gallon of your semen in the last eight weeks, and it makes me feel as though a part of you is coursing through my veins, making you a part of my very soul."

"I-I'm dumbfounded, Esther. I’ve always been attracted to you, too, but I had no idea that you felt this way. I don't know what to say, except…that it’s okay with me.'"

She was almost in tears. "But what are we going to do? Is this going to ruin our friendship? I think I'm in love with you, but I'm so afraid I'll screw it up and you'll end up hating me. I’ve got to eat your cum. I want to swallow your semen every day, but I don't want that addiction to push you away!”

I explained that when a woman tells a man that she wants to swallow all of his semen, it is not a turn off. Finally I told her, "You can have all the cum I can make...but you have to get it yourself."

Her eyes brightened up and a smile spread across her tearstained face as she said, "Gladly! Can we do it right now...right here where you are sitting? I'll sit on the floor between your legs and have you cum in my mouth. I'll drink your semen right in front of you if that's alright with you?"

My grin was the okay for her. She kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt, and sat cross-legged on the floor. Smiling widely at my now limp cock, she grabbed it at the base with one hand. Her other hand picked it up behind my cockhead, brought it to her face, and she looked it right in the “eye”. She gave it a light kiss and then winked at me. I smiled in approval.

She moved it to her face and opened her mouth wide, keeping eye contact with me as she crammed and stuffed until she had the knob completely in her hot, moist mouth. She put tremendous suction on it and dropped her hands from my shaft and wiggled her head back a forth a few times for show. Like a fat suspension bridge, my cock went from my lower abdomen, curved downward slightly, and then rose to meet Esther's face. Her lips were taut and her cheeks were puffed outwards. There was still a majority of my half-hard cock protruding from her angelic face.

I took her hands in mine and guided them back and forth on my shaft until she nodded to me in understanding. I dropped my hands and sat back as she continued the process. I could feel Esther working her jaw open even more and pushing against the cockhead. This lady was trying to get more of it in her mouth! She pushed and squirmed onto my pole as she looked into my eyes. She was almost frantic, and let go with little whimpers and grunts as she tried to impale herself farther on my growing member.

Once more I leaned forward, but this time I put my hands behind her head and gently pulled it to me. She adjusted herself so her face and neck had a straight shot at my hard-on. Breathing heavily through her nose, she pushed and I pulled until we got a couple more inches inside. She maneuvered herself up on her knees and jammed her head towards my crotch. I suddenly felt the pressure against my cockhead release—and realized that my cock had forced its way past her mouth and into her throat!

Her hands went to my thighs and she pulled herself closer. I watched in astonishment as more and more of my cock disappeared past her lips and into her throat. I had to move my hand that had been supporting my semi-erect cock so she could continue engulfing it. Veins began to bulge on her forehead and tears trickled from her eyes as she resisted her gag reflex. Her neck visibly distended as the head and shaft passed through. A few more pushes and shoves and her chin bumped against my swollen balls. Though it wasn't fully erect, she had actually deep-throated my whole cock.

Esther pulled it in and out a few inches, each time ramming her face against my pubic area. Obviously running out of oxygen, she slowly drew her head back and allowed my hardening cock to fall into her waiting hands. Once it was out, she sat on her feet and looked right at me, breathing deep and hard as her mascara ran down her reddened cheeks.

"Goddamn, Esther! Where did you learn—I mean how did you—well, I mean...I thought you were kind of...?”

"Hey, I’m not a virgin,” she said as she panted. "This isn't the first cock I’ve sucked, nor is it the first cock I've deep throated...but it's definitely the largest." She smiled again as she wiped the runs from under her eyes. "Now, Jason, quickly measure yourself. I want to see how much I was able to deep-throat. C’mon—before it gets bigger!"

I measured. “Cripes! You swallowed 15 inches of cock!"

"A record!" she cheered. "But let's move on. This thing is growing and I want it to make it feed me. Get with it, Jason. Get hard and give me your cum.”

 

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I was seeing a side of Esther that I didn't know existed. She had always been neat, tidy, and quite conservative in dress and mannerisms. But now she was rubbing a saliva-covered cock over her face, smearing her make-up, and talking dirty to me. I liked this version of Esther.

My log responded to her continued masturbation and became completely erect. She reinserted the head of my cock in her mouth, but that was all. It was now much too large for her to even try to swallow. Soon I felt the warm feeling welling up in my crotch.

"This is it, Esther! Don't stop now, whatever you do!”

She shifted into high gear and she jerked me even faster. My cock was long enough that I was able to stand up without dislodging Esther's lip-lock on it. She raised her head and kept her eyes fastened to mine as I stood. Her hands were traveling the length of my shaft like a ripsaw. My breathing became rapid; my legs began to tremble; my stomach muscles contracted. Then came the flood. The cum had little place to go in her incredibly stuffed mouth, so the first couple of spurts oozed from the corners of her lips and ran down her neck, soaking into her collar. My body convulsed as she pulled my cockhead from her mouth and got a facial hosing from the next several squirts. She immediately formed a seal around the tip of my cockhead without missing a stroke on my pulsing giant. She swallowed once or twice, but wasn't able to keep up with the deluge. Semen leaked down her chin and onto her skirt and blouse. Spurt after spurt shot into her mouth as she massaged the huge tube that nourished her. Eventually I began to come down from the dizzying high of a fantastic orgasm. Esther slowed her assault on my dick, but didn't break the seal between my knob and her lips.

When I was done, she pulled her mouth from my organ and kept her lips shut tight to retain the fluid that caused her cheeks to bulge so. She rubbed my sticky cock all over her eyes, cheeks, and forehead, smearing semen into a thin film that covered every square inch of her face. Still lovingly holding on to my withering member, she tilted back her head and opened her mouth for me. It was completely filled with warm, thick cum. She dropped my cock, closed her mouth and swished the semen from one cheek to the other several times, and while looking right at me, she swallowed twice and consumed the entire load.

"Oh, Jason, that was perfect!" she said, smacking her lips.

My cock dangled loosely between my legs, hanging past my knees. One long string of cum stretched from my cockhead to her bottom lip. She broke its connection at my end and suspended it above her mouth like a strand of spaghetti, and then lowered it into her waiting mouth. I gripped my softening cock and held it to her face. She used her tongue to lick it completely clean and her fingers scraped the semen left on her face into her mouth. Then, as if she was squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from a nearly empty tube, she clenched her fists around the base of my half-flaccid cock and worked them hand over hand toward the head. As more large gobs of semen appeared at the huge slit of my cockhead she brought it to her mouth and sucked the thick fluid into her mouth. Finished, she pushed my cock aside and cradled both tennis ball-sized testicles in her hands, caressing them and then kissing each one.

"We can make these bigger, you realize. Lots bigger," she said as she nuzzled them with her soft lips. I paid no attention to her statement.

Little did I know that I would later find out just how true that was.

I finally reached down and picked her up so she could stand. Her arms went around my shoulders and she planted a big, sticky, cum-covered kiss on my lips. She stepped back and smiled at me with a face that looked like a glazed donut. Her hair was matted on one side where she received a jet of semen and her bangs were stuck to her forehead. Her clothes looked like she had been attacked with a squirt gun.

"You look like a mess," I remarked. "A very happy mess.”

"Oh, Jason, I've never felt like this before. Eating your cum almost brings me to orgasm! I love the feel of your cum. The taste. The warmth. I love it inside of me, on my skin, in my hair. I want to drink it until I'm full. I want to smear it all over me—I want to be a sloppy, cum covered mess!”

She suddenly crumpled into a fit of giggles.

"This is so unlike me. Normally I don't like anything untidy or out of order, but when it comes to semen, I don't seem to care. It feels good to 'let go' and feel dirty."

"Esther," I said. "That’s what we call ‘horny’.”

"Your perception is quite accurate, mister. And now it's my turn. I'm about to pop, I’m so turned on."

"Then get out of those clothes, lady."

She was soon standing naked in a pile of clothes. Esther had a very athletic build, but still had the curves in all the right places. She was soft where she should be and hard and tight in others. Her breasts were not at all large, maybe even on the small side of normal, but she had an ass that would make a mountain man come home! It topped of a pair of slim, muscular legs that looked much longer now than when she was dressed.

"I hate to say this, but it's going to be a little while before I can get this thing up and working again,” I said, gesturing to my immense shaft swinging between my legs. “We can fool around a bit and wait for it to get hard."

"Well, buster, I don't think that's necessary right now. I couldn't accommodate that incredible organ anyway. We better try something else."

I hoisted her upon the examination table and pushed her down on her back. She was already fingering her pussy, but I instructed her to stop so I could get to work on her. Her snatch was in perfect position for me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and kissed the inside of her legs, working my way to her crotch. My tongue teased her a bit by flicking the lips around her clitoris. Every few licks I would dart my tongue inside and give it a couple touches that made her shiver and jump.

"Quit teasing me! I’ve waited months for this. Do it to me, please!"

I succumbed to her begging and dove right in. She pushed her snatch up against my face and I moved my hands under her behind for a better shot. With several motions of my head, I spread her pussy lips apart and gently sucked her clit into my mouth. From the way she was convulsing it was apparent that was the way she liked it. Her hands grabbed my hair so she could guide my tongue if needed.

I rapidly wiggled her hot spot with the tip of my tongue when she began making high-pitches squealing noises. She bucked and thrust, making it difficult for me to follow, but I was able to get her to orgasm in just a few seconds later. Esther practically sat up when the first wave of ecstasy hit her. She bit her lower lip and clamped her eyes shut while she did what appeared to be crunches. After about a dozen of them, she let out an unintelligible scream and collapsed on the table.

She pushed my face away from her pussy, saying it tickled too much now, and that it had to rest. I walked to the side of the table as she stared at the ceiling. She looked at me with a satisfied grin, reached down to my flaccid cock, lifted it to her breast and held it there.

"Jason, what a wonderful time we are going to have," she said quietly.

She motioned to me to move to the head of the examination table. Esther pushed herself up so her head hung upside down over the edge and reached back and gripped my half flaccid cock and brought it to her face.

"I'd like to swallow your cock again, Jason. It's shrunk enough now."

"Damn, girl. I won't be able to cum again for a while. I just got done unloading this thing."

"Not a problem," she murmured. "I just want to love it for a while. Hold it in my mouth and massage it with my throat as a 'thank you' for the treat."

The fat head passed her lips and met her tongue. It took all four of our hands to steady the thing, but she finally eased it past her throat and I slid the entire length of my partially soft cock into her face. With her nose buried in my balls, she twisted and turned her head, made some swallowing motions, and masturbated me with her mouth. I began slowly fucking Esther's throat, which swelled each time I pushed in further. I could see exactly where the head was until it disappeared into the upper part of her chest. All of that caused me to have little aftershocks of an orgasm. Every other moment or so I’d pull out enough so she get some air through her nose, but my cock didn't leave her mouth for at least ten minutes.

It was a long time before she set my organ free. It was completely deflated when she let if fall from her lips. We were both exhausted and decided to clean ourselves up and go to her apartment for the night. When we got into bed we kissed and hugged for a long time. No sex, no foreplay, just good old fashioned smooching. Esther whispered little secrets into my ear, telling me how much she wanted me and of the things she was going to do for me. I replied by nibbling on her neck and shoulders as I held her close. We slept long and hard that night.

 

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About six months had passed and we had done a number of enlargements on some wealthy men. We didn't tell the clients the full potential of cytogen, either. The largest hard-on we let out of the office was 18 inches long. As long as they didn't know that more growth was possible, they wouldn't ask for it.

We had begun to invest the money and through some wise and/or lucky transactions we were able to quit at General and start our own practice. Even though the ad in the Yellow Pages said we were open, we took no regular patients. The office was really just a front for the enlargement process. Word of mouth was our sole source of advertisement and we dealt in cash only. I felt a little like a crook, but it was something we decided we could live with.

"Jason, I've got some bad news and some good news," Esther announced one day. "The bad news is that cytogen's effects start to wear off after about six months. The good news is that a small weekly dose stops any decrease. So this week we need to start giving you a maintenance dose to preserve those huge balls and that enormous dick. What's even better about it, though, is that all our patients will need to come back for some very expensive weekly treatments if they want to maintain their size."

"No kidding? So, if we didn't do the weekly thing, I’d…go back to my old size?"

"Well, not exactly,” she said. “Research indicates that one would retain about 20% of the growth. Since you added 10 inches to your erection, 20% of that would be 2 inches. You'll never drop below a 12 inch hard-on, even without any more cytogen."

"Gee," I sighed. "What good is a puny 12 inch cock?"

"Shut up, you goof!” she said, slapping me on the arm. Then she got silent. I knew she had something to say, but was contemplating how to say it.

"Just spit it out, honey,” I said.

"Okay, I have an idea. Well, two ideas, actually. The first one is to use cytogen on me. I think that with some custom equipment I could expand my vagina enough to handle your whopper,” she said, gently patting the huge form in my trouser leg.

"Shit! I never thought of that, but it would be great! I've always wanted to simply screw you to the wall, but have had to rely on getting jerked off instead."

"Second idea,” she said. She bit her lip. “…I'd like to try to enlarge my breasts. I've always wanted bigger boobs, so now is the time to get them. What do you think, hon?”

"Cool idea, Esther. Think about it! Lots of women get implants that look good, but they are fake. If cytogen works on breasts, they'd actually be natural. No silicone, no saline—just honest to goodness big hooters!"

"Outstanding!" Esther cried. "But first I want to get myself ready to accept your tool. Here is what I have planned..."

She brought out a small hydraulic pump attached to a long, slender latex tube. She told me that the tube would be inserted inside her vagina and the pump would force it to expand. Her theory was that since female genitals stretch wide during childbirth, the ability to force it open anytime must be there. Cytogen would make the change more or less permanent.

"No time like the present to start a new project," she said as she dropped her pants to the floor and jumped up on the exam table. "Lubricate that thing and insert it for me. I'll tell you when to stop."

It was only about 1.5 inches in diameter now, but easily a foot long. I eased the end into her snatch and pushed it in about 5 inches. She motioned to continue and I was able to hide another 2 inches inside before she told me to stop.

"That's it for now. Give the pump control to me. I’d better run it. I don't want you to get carried away and tear me up inside,” she said, smirking up at me.

The whir of the machine quietly forced the tube to expand. Her pussy lips started to thin out and stretch slightly as it grew inside her canal. She gave the control another bump. It was well over 2 inches across now, probably close to 3, when she began to whimper a little.

"Are you okay, Esther?"

"Yep,” she groaned. “It hurts a little, but no pain, no gain."

I recalled how sore my cock had been after my first session and smiled a little, hoping her pain would result in as much gratifying pleasure as mine ultimately had. Slowly, the expanding form in her vagina pushed her clitoris up and into view. Her eyes were closed, and figuring it might be worth a try, I moistened my finger and ever so slightly touched the throbbing clit. Her eyes fluttered open in shock.

"What are you doing, buster?”

"Couldn't help it! I looked down and there it was…just begging for attention."

"Whatever,” she said. “But I don't think it will work right now."

I went to a drawer and took out a mini-vibrator that we had bought months before. We had used it a few times and Esther seemed to like it. She saw me with it in hand and gave me a look like that said, "Well go ahead and try it then. Can't hurt." I touched the vibrator’s well-lubed surface to her clit and watched her face melt into a warm smile. After about thirty seconds, I stopped and clicked off the vibrator.

"Well, looks like it won't work. Guess I'll put it away."

"Damn, you!" she snapped. "You know good and well that it was starting to feel good. Finish it!”

I grinned, clicked the vibrator back on, and buzzed her for another minute until she began to gyrate her hips. I stopped again, telling her I needed to go to the bathroom.

"You son of a bitch! Quit teasing me! This huge thing in my crotch has got me all worked up, you keep getting me to the brink with the vibrator, and now you want to go pee and let me stay here all hot and bothered."

I tossed her the vibrator, and she caught it with one hand.

"I gotta go real bad. If you want to get off, there it is."

This ought to be interesting, I thought. She had made me jerk myself off so many times all by my lonesome when we started our not-so-little project, it was about time she had to diddle herself and see what it was like. I rounded the corner and stopped. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes I heard the vibrator start. I peeked around the corner to see her grinding the machine against her clitoris. When she was really getting hot, I tiptoed up beside her and loudly cleared my throat.

"Damn it!” she gasped. "This is embarrassing, but I ain't stopping now."

She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as she reached the brink. All at once, her body quivered all over as that magic feeling went from her head to her toes and back again. She opened one eye and looked at me, moaning as she ground the vibrator against her button. When her body finally relaxed, she lay spent and exhausted on the table, the latex tube continuing to push her internal muscles to their limits.

Each day, we gave Esther her expansion treatment and the cytogen shot, and each day one of us made sure she had an orgasm during the stretching session. Sometimes I'd eat her; sometimes she'd get off with a vibrator or simply masturbate with her fingers. Each night before bed Esther would get me off so she could drink my semen. Truthfully, I was anxious to have her stretched out soon as possible. I was tiring of only getting jerked off with a little mouth action on the side. Concurrently with her vaginal stretching, we had started her breast enlargement process. She told me she didn't want to be so big that she'd look freakish, but she did want to be "tremendously voluptuous”. We had two Lucite globes fashioned, one for each breast, and connected them to the vacuum pump we had previously used on my cock. Esther seemed to enjoy the breast treatments. She was usually quite turned on afterwards and demanded sex.

Within a week there was a noticeable increase in her tits. A few more weeks and she had a real shirt-full of boobs. Since these were 'new' tits, they didn't sag or droop and wouldn’t succumb to the forces of gravity for years. The damn things practically stood out straight. Absolutely beautiful! But, at week five of her treatments she wanted to stop.

"Damn, Jason! Each one is as big as a soccer ball now! Look, I can barely hold one with one hand. Yeah, they're wonderful, but I'm getting stares from people on the street now. I like them, don't get me wrong—in fact, I'd prefer them much bigger if it wasn't for all the looks I’d get—but it's embarrassing out there with two huge hooters dancing around in my shirt. Don't you think we should quit?"

She had been handling them through a t-shirt that was about to burst from being drawn so tight, but now she pulled the shirt up and over them so they were loose from their confines. Her unholstered boobs sprung out and swayed for a few seconds. Once they settled down, she lifted each one with a hand and juggled them for me.

"Can we stop now? Isn't a pair of 44D boobs on a girl with my slight build good enough?"
I frowned. "You're complaining about looks from strangers to a guy who can't leave the house without a bunch of women starting to follow him because of the arm-sized cock in his pants? You're going to continue the treatments, young lady."

"Good point," she said. "You're right. If you can handle being that huge, I can have equally large boobs.” She turned to face me, her huge boobs filling the space between us and flattening against my chest. “Sorry I was so selfish."

After eight weeks her breasts were of incredible proportions. There was no way to accurately give them a bra size. It was easier to say that each one was the size of a basketball. The great part was that they were still perky and firm. They didn't spread out and fall to her belly button when she unleashed them from her blouse. Her nipples were in exact proportion with the enormity of her breasts. No large blue veins were evident either, as are often seen on very large breasts. They were literally perfect. So large and firm that when she stood straight they were the widest part of her body and were visible from behind! Her bust line went from 34 to 58 inches and they stood out a foot from her chest. We had some custom bras made, but she preferred to go without since they seemed to defy gravity the way they were.

Generally she wore extra-large t-shirts, but her boobs still filled them to the point of exploding, so tight that they threatened to tear through. As she moved, the enormous boobs would jiggle and sway, giving onlookers the show of their lifetime. Any hint of self-consciousness that the old Esther may have had was long gone. The new Esther seemed to enjoy being seen with her tits straining against her clothing.

"Man, these are heavy," I said one evening as I reached around from behind her and scooped them up. "We ought to weigh them."

"Don't tell me how heavy they feel,” she said, placing her hands on mine. “You should feel them the way I do. I love them, but they are very awkward to have."

"You’re preaching to the choir again. My schlong is just as much a nuisance as your hooters."

"I suppose you're right,” she said. “But before we put them on a scale, how about a little fooling around with them?"

She swung around quickly, her boobs jiggling and bouncing until she propped them up with her small hands and offered them to me. Her melons covered those tiny hands, so I put mine next to hers and together we massaged the massive gloves. The dark nipples became erect and stuck out about an inch. I put my lips to one and ever so gently rubbed it back and forth, eventually moving my head so I could caress my whole face with it.

"Hey, how about you fucking my tits for a while, and then let's see if I can get that humongous wiener of yours inside of me? It's been eight weeks of stretching. I think I'm ready."

 

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She dropped to her back on the carpet. Her monstrous boobs, as firm as they were, spilled to her sides and covered her arms. She corralled them up on her chest and began to taunt me by slapping them together as she licked her open lips.

I straddled her waist, she pushed her tits together, and I dropped my bulky cock on the crack between them. Esther slowly let her boobs part and my stiffening cock began to disappear into the heavenly crevasse of her cleavage. When it reached bottom, she squeezed her boobs together again and covered my cock. The head of my gigantic shaft poked out from the top and pointed at her chin. I began slow thrusting movements. Each time I went forward my long cock hit her chin and ricocheted off to one side of her face, rubbing her ear. Esther turned her head and kissed and licked my fat member as it passed her tender mouth. She kept her boobs in check by clasping her hands together in front of them, essentially giving them a big hug, and pulled up and down opposite my strokes. Once in a while she would rapidly jiggle them and press in towards my throbbing hard-on. It felt like a big, soft vibrator, and I shivered with pleasure. I was content to keep on screwing her tits, but she wanted to have me in her snatch. She finally convinced me to get off of her so we could fuck properly.

"Jason, let's put your monster inside me now!” she exclaimed. “I want it so bad I ache. I can take your thickness, but I'm anxious to see how much of your length I’ll be able to poke up there. If you want, we can finish right where we are now with you fucking my tits and coming all over me, but right now I need your cock in my pussy!"

Esther had planned out in advance how we were to do this. I was to rest on my back and hold my 20-inch flesh-log while she lowered herself over it. Once on the floor she began to kiss me heavily. Her kisses soon migrated across my chest, down my stomach, and to the fat root of my hard-on. She nuzzled it with her neck and ran her hands up and down its length, and then sat up and lavished my throbbing knob with her mouth and tongue, getting it wet with saliva.

"Now's the time," she said with a gleaming smile.

She straddled my waist with her crotch just above my cockhead. I could feel the heat radiating from her snatch and my cock bucked in eager anticipation. I had seen her expansion equipment bring her pussy to almost 6 inches in diameter; she would have no trouble encompassing my girth. I steadied my manhood and Esther spread her pussy with her fingers. It almost looked like she was trying to put a shower cap on my cock as she pulled her vaginal lips around my meat. Once the head was almost covered, she let her pussy lips snap tight on my cockhead, and began to put downward pressure on my hard-on. Wider and wider her cunt spread until it popped around the huge knob. The heat of her body was wonderfully blissful around my cock…and I wanted more of it.

"Damn!" she gasped. "That wasn't bad at all! And shit it feels good!"

She bounced up and down a bit to give the tip of my cock a taste of more to come. Her vast breasts bounced with her movements. More downward pressure allowed her to slip several inches of the shaft inside. I could see the bulge my cockhead made through her tight lower abs and it wiggled with her motions. Impressive as my enormous cock was, she was practically sitting on now, and I was having trouble keeping it from bending under her weight.

"I want more, Jason,” she cried. “More!"

Without warning, she bounced hard several times and 2 or 3 more inches forced their way in her steamy tunnel. The bulge above her cunt was even more pronounced and she rubbed my cockhead through her muscled abdominal area. She had almost half of it inside her…but that was it. Push and shove as she might, it simply had filled her up.

"I think I know how to get more inside of me," she said. "If we can dilate and stretch my cervix to accept your monster cock, and do the same to my uterus, there isn't any reason I couldn't get it all in me! Hell, a uterus can hold an eight pound baby with ease, so maybe we can shove this baby in there, too."

"Hey, if you think it will work, let's do it," I said eagerly, gazing up at her.

"We can't do it today. It'll take weeks of treatments for that, too."

Esther told me we'd worry about that later, but presently she was going to fuck me. Her legs dipped and bent, sliding her pussy up and down the first half of my behemoth. She'd bring herself up over the head, so just the very tip was still buried in her snatch, then drop violently until she hit bottom. Over and over she skewered herself on my hard-on. Her well-trained vaginal muscles clamped tight on my shaft. At one point she stopped her up and down motions and simply massaged my cock with the muscles in her snatch before starting to fuck me again. That alone would probably get me off, I thought. I watched the obscene bulge my cock made in her abdomen as it invaded her insides. She rubbed it from the outside while never missing a stroke.

Esther started feverishly pumping my dick again, faster than before. The tremendous globes on her chest flailed wildly, slapping loudly against one another. In a few minutes it was time. I recognized that she was nearing orgasm because she went into overdrive and began fucking me harder than ever. That far-away look appeared in her eyes, and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Small guttural sounds came from deep inside of her. Her little whimpers and moans became louder. Her orgasm erupted violently.

She shuddered and stopped moving for a couple seconds, then pushed herself down as far as her body would allow. I reached up to her thighs and began pushing and pulling her deeper down my rod. She started fucking me again and I was barely able to maintain my handhold on my tree-trunk of a cock to keep it from buckling under Esther's attack. Her boobs looked so inviting that I palmed one with one hand and squished it up and around her chest. Even though she was in the throes of a fierce orgasm, she grabbed her other breast and pulled it up to her face and feverishly licked and kissed her nipple. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes. She slowed her pace as she descended from her sexual ecstasy…until she simply stopped with my stiff rod still crammed up her snatch. Simultaneously we let go of both tits, letting them fall heavily. They dropped and swayed like two bulbous pendulums.

"Holy shit!" Esther moaned breathlessly.

"Ditto!"

"You ready to finish? I'll get back on the floor and you screw my tits until you cum. When you do, I want it on my face and boobs. Get it in my hair, too. Cover me with the stuff!”

"Whatever you say, babe. Whatever you say."

We returned to our spot on the floor and I stuck my throbbing shaft between her heaving breasts. She wrapped it with her giant glands and I went to work. My cock hit her chin as it poked its nose out from the mounds of flesh she held tight around it. Like before, she adjusted her head so my manhood skimmed the side of her face, occasionally tilting it so she could kiss and suck the sides of it as it made its pass. A couple minutes of that and I was ready to hose her down. She sensed my pending release and allowed my cock to spring free of her breasts just as the first of my cum spewed from the huge knob. As I grabbed my cock so I could aim for her face and boobs, the first of it landed on her chin and splashed back and to the sides of her neck. Without completely stopping between bursts, more cum found its mark on her face. A few more spurts and her face was completely covered with white slime from my balls. She opened her mouth and thick strings of semen spanned her lips, fell into her mouth, and disappeared. I shakily stood and essentially pissed a solid stream of semen on her tits. She couldn't open her eyes to watch because of the cum that was puddled up in them. Each stroke caused me to shudder, throwing off my aim some. A fair portion hit the floor next to her, but most of it hit her somewhere.

"My hair!" she shouted through semen-soaked lips, making cum bubbles as she spoke. “Don't forget my hair!"

My orgasm hadn't stopped yet, so I was able to quickly step around and straddle her head and continue to jerk off all over her. Huge gobs of cum hit hair, the contrast striking against her jet-black locks. As it soaked in, she let go of one boob and worked my cum deeper into her hair. She had about 12 ounces of cum on her now, and she started spreading it all over. She sat up cross-legged, almost falling over as her supporting hand slipped on the cum-soaked carpet. Once she was situated, she fingered the goo from her eyes so she could see again. Big strings of cum dripped from her chin and nose onto her already drenched hooters. Even larger strands of semen started to fall from them and she worked frantically to try to catch each one and bring it back to her breasts or her face.

"Ohhhhhh…” she moaned softly as she massaged my splooge into her skin, face, and hair. At least half of her hair was totally saturated with the stuff. She looked terrible, but erotically so. "I love this, Jason. We need to do this more often. Oh, man. Look how it slides down my boobs—I wish there was more!"

She reached out for my cock with slimy hands and brought it to her face and neck and nuzzled it hungrily. Her craving for cum and her fucking and sucking abilities made me think that perhaps I had created a monster...and I not just my cock. Esther as well. Most of the time she was so demure and modest, but once we got naked she transformed into a sex machine like none other.
"You surprise me, Esther, with the way you transform into such a dirty little girl.”

She smiled up at me with a crafty grin and said, "We all have our dark side, don't we?"

Both of us satisfied, we hit the shower and then went to bed.

 

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The next morning, as we sat at the table sipping our morning coffees, Esther announced that she felt I should undergo the second eight weeks of cytogen treatments.

"I don't know, sweetie. Isn't this big enough already? I mean it is the world's largest human cock.”

"Sure it is, but if we plan on expanding my cervix and uterus, I’ll be able to get a heck of a lot more in me than you have now. So why waste all that space inside me? Let's get you absolutely, grotesquely huge, and I’ll take every inch of it up my snatch."

We argued for a while. To make a long story short, she won. Her success had something to do with a blowjob, but I won't go into details. Anyway, the next week we started the second phase of treatments on me, and began working on Esther's cervix and uterus. We employed a drug used to dilate women for childbirth, opening up her cervix. Her vagina had been stretched enough that it would easily accept my hand and forearm, and once the drug took effect, I inserted a balloon-like device past her vaginal canal and into the cervix. The hydraulic pump forced the balloon to expand within her and begin to fill her womb. As she increased the pressure, her lower abdomen swelled proportionately. Within seconds she looked like she had swallowed a small melon.

"This is the oddest sensation I have ever experienced,” she said as her normally tight, flat stomach turned into a small potbelly. She pumped to the point of discomfort and left the balloon there for twenty minutes or so, then let it deflate, and we removed it from her insides. She administered the dose of cytogen to herself and then we worked on enlarging me some more.

It was the same routine: stretch, inject, measure. Each night we'd get each other off in one way or another and we often collected my cum in a beaker so we could determine the increase in production. Once the amount was noted, Esther would put the beaker to her lips and gobble the semen like she was dying of thirst and this was a cool jug of water. Other times she'd have me pour it over her head and tits. Sometimes she'd have me do it while she had her clothes on. During one of these sessions, I recalled a primarily Japanese trend called bukakke, in which a girl sits on the floor while thirty, forty, or more men jack off all over her. It seemed a perfect recreational activity for Esther. I made a mental note of that fact for future reference.

Esther's womb and abdomen responded remarkably well to the stretching. As the weeks passed, she began looking very pregnant when the pump was doing its thing. She was able to immediately snap back to her slim figure, due no doubt to her rigorous fitness routine that consisted of several hundred sit-ups a day, among other exercises. No-one could ever guess that she could accommodate something the size of a basketball by looking at her.

My progress was equally noteworthy. Esther increased the doses of cytogen from the first session. My already stupendous cock and balls became absolutely unbelievable. The tallies for the second session were this:

Week 1: soft, 11.5 inches by 1.75, erect 22 inches long by 2.75 thick, balls 3.00 inches in diameter.

Week 2: soft, 13 by 2 inches, erect 23 by 3 inches, balls 3.125”

Week 3: soft, 13.5” by 2”, erect 24” by 3”, balls 3.75"

Week 4: soft, 14” by 2.25”, erect 24.5” by 3.125”, balls 3.75”

Week 5: soft, 14.25” by 2.25”, erect 26” by 3.125”, balls 4”

Week 6: soft, 15” by 2.5”, erect 27.5” by 3.5”, balls 4.25”

For the seventh and eighth weeks, Esther gave me the maximum dose she felt comfortable with.

It obviously worked…

Week 7: soft, 16.5” by 2.5”, erect 29” by 3.5”, balls 5.5”

My hard-on was almost 2 1/2 feet long, and we had one week left! It takes a lot of fluid to fill such a beast, too. It didn't get terribly stiff anymore, though it was still fully functional. When I stood with my erection it drooped nearly straight down from its enormous weight. My scrotum was as big as a cantaloupe from the increase in the glands storing the semen as well as my tremendous testicles. Now when I ejaculated, I produced roughly 18 ounces. Esther did some research for the stiffness problem and decided that a daily dose of Viagra should do the trick. It worked. Most of the rigidity returned. The head of my hard-on was just inches from my ankles when I stood. And damn was it heavy! My mammoth meat weighed about 10 pounds and my balls were another 6 or 7 pounds. We manufactured a "ball bra" that supported my scrotum and designed a long piece of fabric with Velcro that wrapped around my leg and soft cock. It kept my equipment from moving about, but did very little to conceal anything.

Two ejaculations in the same day provided about 28 ounces of cum and it took some doing on my body's part to “refill” itself. My scrotum was noticeably smaller after an orgasm and after a second one it was about half the size it is when "fully loaded”, though still much larger than an average man’s. We began a regimen of hormones, vitamins, and hydration for me to stimulate semen production, allowing me to completely replenish myself within 24-36 hours of a total draining.

There was no way to hide my huge penis, even with the baggiest of trousers, and Esther's giant breasts were equally obvious, probably more so than my cock. We had been thinking about whether we should go out of the house anymore. People had begun to stare and make rude comments when we were out in public. Both of us enjoyed being so big, especially because it pleased each other, but it was also a burden. The deciding moment for me came a few days before the end of my last treatments, when I was sitting in the mall and noticed a bevy of giggling college-aged girls watching me from the other side of the mall fountain.

 

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They pushed one of the girls out of the group and towards me. She hesitated a couple times, looked back to her friends who were signaling her to continue, and eventually ambled toward me. She nonchalantly sat on the edge of the fountain and edged toward me.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked, as if I didn't know what she wanted.

"Well,” she said slowly. "My girlfriends and I…we just wanted to know...I mean we wondering if...wondering if..." She turned to her friends again. They urged her on, and she suddenly blurted it out: "We wanted to know if what you have in your pant leg is real."

"Only one way to find out, isn't there?" I slid closer to her and put her trembling hand on my knee. Her cohorts stopped dead and watched with mouths agape as their friend got close to discovering whether I had a rolled up towel or a cock in my pants. I guided her hand to the inside of my leg, positioned it behind the knob of my flaccid cock, and let go. Her hand was still shaking when she put her fingers around its girth. She gasped and turned to the other girls, silently mouthing, "It's real!" They all squealed and jumped up in delight. Very quietly I said, "If you follow it back, you'll find balls...very large balls."

She inched her hand along my cock until she came to my testicles and fumbled about until she had singled one out. She tried to hold it, but it was simply too large for one hand. "Now go back and tell your girlfriends what you found,” I said, through gritted teeth. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain soft as her hand jostled my balls around. “If they would like to have a chance at it, let me know and we'll find a spot for show and tell.”

She reluctantly withdrew her hand from between my thighs and skittered across the floor, past the fountain, and stood in the center of the group of girls. They chattered excitedly. While she talked, I realized that I had just propositioned five young ladies that couldn't be over 21 years old. I loved Esther dearly, and I'd never leave her, so I figured it wouldn't hurt if I gave these girls a thrill. I just wouldn't tell her and it'd be fine. Suddenly, one of the girls caught my attention, shook her head 'yes,' and waved at me to come over. I rose and casually strolled over to them…or, as casually as a cock that hangs to your knee allows you to.

"Can we see it? How big is it? Me first!" they chirped excitedly.

I held up a hand. “Whoa, ladies! Is there a place near here...a place where we could be alone?"

"My apartment is three blocks from here,” one girl blurted out.

I followed them in my jeep. Inside, they lined themselves up along the couch and stood motionlessly, not knowing what to do or say. I told them to sit down, and like trained dogs, they all sat at the same time.

“Now, stand up," I ordered. They did. "Turn around with your back to me," I said, and they did that, too. They’re on sensory-overload thinking about what they’re about to see, I thought proudly. This should be fun. "Simon says…you've got to take off your clothes if you want me to drop my trousers.”

The deer-in-the-headlights look faded from their faces and they glanced reluctantly at each other a few times before, one after one, they pulled their t-shirts over their heads. Immediately the air was filled with shirts, bras, panties, and shorts. When all the clothes hit the ground, there stood five naked, slim, youthful girls.

"Okay, ladies. Prepare yourself for a sight like none other," I barked like a carnival worker as I took of my shirt. I slowly unzipped my trousers and began to release my beastly cock. “It’s big...it's stupendous...it's magnificent—”

"It's huge!" exclaimed the tall blonde. "Oh, my god! And those balls! Unreal!”

"Ladies, here it is. Time to grab hold,” I ordered.

Ten hands shot out and grabbed my cock. They fumbled for position, but eventually they all got a section of their own, looking like a group of adventurers from some nature documentary, who have found a huge snake and are struggling to hold it up for the camera. It was just starting to grow and the sudden attention they lavished on it hastened the process. Within sixty seconds my cock was at its maximum.

"This can't be real," one of them breathed. "Cocks don't get this big. Am I dreaming?"

Two girls suddenly abandoned my cock, knelt at my sides, and began massaging my massive balls. The others continued to masturbate me, and began kissing and licking the broad head and shaft at the same time. Such intense stimulation was bringing me close to orgasm, so I had them stop.

"Here's the deal,” I explained. “I can't screw any of you. It simply won't fit, right? And it would take too much time for me to eat each pussy, right?"

They nodded in agreement as they eyed my meat that dangled almost to my ankles.

"So, I want all of you to masturbate. The first one to have an orgasm gets to jerk me off. The lucky girl gets to do what she wants with it. She can try to drink my cum or smear it all over herself. I don't care as long as I get my big ol’ rocks off. Okay? Ready—set—go!”

They just stood there.

"Well get going, damn it!”

That got their attention. They all hurriedly found a place to sit or lie down and began fingering their pussies, timidly at first, but soon they were each really going at it. I swung my killer cock back and forth as I meandered from girl to girl, watching them like a drill sergeant watches his recruits. I hoisted my huge organ around and let the head bump and rub the face or boobs of each girl as they furiously worked their snatches. They gasped and grabbed and tongued at it desperately.

All at once it looked like the darkest haired girl was going to win the contest. She started to buck and shake, and she crammed fingers from one hand in her cunt as the fingers from the other hand did a number on her clitoris. During her orgasm she looked at the others and realized she was first.

"Hot damn!" she said between spasms of pleasure. "I get the cock!"

Within minutes the other girls finished. All over the living room lay naked females, all with incredible grins on their faces. The winner stood and approached me.

"How in the world do I do this?” she asked. “It's as big as my leg!"

"Okay,” I said. "You four sit next to each other on the couch. I'll kneel and face you. You, the lucky one, you sit on the footstool and drape it across your lap. You'll be able to support it and jack me off that way."

Everyone got into position, and she put both hands around my shaft, just behind the head, and started to stoke me. Her hands were just a fraction of an inch short of completely encompassing my girth. The four ladies on the couch moved closer together and put their arms behind each other's backs. They made a terrific target for what would be my cum cannon. I smirked at the thought of the four of them being clueless as to what was about to happen. The dark haired girl toiled tirelessly and soon I was ready to shoot my load.

"Get ready! Aim! Fire!" I shouted when the fiery fluid began its journey from my scrotum to my cock.

Like I said before, I didn't cum in spurts anymore—it came out in a solid stream with only a slight decrease in pressure between spasms. My semen flew through the air and landed on several of their legs, but the jacking girl adjusted her aim and went for their faces. They jumped and ducked from surprise, but within a few seconds they realized that it was futile to try to avoid getting drenched.

She stroked and stroked, moving my immense member back and forth, hitting all of them. Cum hit their tits, it stuck on their faces, and soaked into their hair. One girl got a huge squirt directly in her mouth. I stood when I was about half done and stepped close to the cum-covered wenches on the couch. They passed the head of my still spurting cock from one to the other, showering themselves with my semen as they helped jerk me off. It was a fantastic orgasm. When my cock began to soften, the girls started to massage it and my balls.

"Lick it clean, ladies. Don't leave a drop."

Most of my cum was, of course, on them, so there wasn't a lot of janitorial work to do on my rod, but they were most appreciative and gave the entire thing a good tongue-washing. The dark haired girl, who didn't get much on her, noticed more semen dripping out of my inch-long slit.

"Hey! More is coming out!" she said as she wiped it off with a finger.

"Yep," I said. "It's got quite a bit left inside. You squeeze it out and you can swallow it, if you want."

She thought for a second. “I don't know. I’ve never tasted cum before."

"Lick what you have on your finger and see if you like it. If you do, then go for it."

She tentatively raised her finger to her lips and then rammed it into her mouth all at once.

"Hmmm,” she said, slurping her finger. “Doesn't really have a taste at all. It sounds kind of nasty, but what the hell."

She lay down on the floor, directly beneath my suspended cock. She guided it to her mouth with one hand, and squeezed my member near my balls with the other, sliding it towards the head. Several ounces of thick semen oozed out and fell into her mouth. Her tongue played with it for a while before she swallowed and triumphantly smiled.

"Ta da!" she sang at the other ladies. "I ate some of his semen! Neeener, neeener, neeeeeener!"

Her taunting struck a chord with her friends. Not to be outdone, one of them put her hand behind another girl's head and pulled her towards her. With a quick lick of the tongue, she slurped up a big blob of cum from the cheek and chin of her friend and held her mouth open for all to see. She closed her mouth and down it went, deep into her stomach.

They all began licking semen from each other's bodies and faces. Boobs, necks, faces, stomachs, legs, arms, hands, and fingers all got proper attention. But once all the cum was removed and consumed, they didn't stop. They piled into a tangle on the floor and began eating each other and inserting fingers in various openings. In minutes they were so involved in what they were doing, they seemed to forget I was in the room. Pleased with myself that I may have started something for these little ladies, I quietly got dressed and snuck out the door before they knew it. I made sure to remember the address, thinking I might come back someday.

It was a glorious experience, but it did reveal to me that with a cock and balls as fantastically big as mine, I was going to be constantly singled out by people around me. That night at home, Esther and I made up our minds that while we were this 'big,' we would have to become hermits. We had each other, and that was most important.

"We can always stop cytogen for a while and get smaller," Esther said. "When we reach a more manageable size we can start the maintenance doses and stay that way."

 

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One more week passed. We were done. Final measurement:

Week 8: soft, 17.25” by 3”, erect 34” by 3.75”, balls 6.25”.

We determined that the dramatic increase of the last week was probably due to the Viagra. The extra pressure simply made it that much bigger. During the last treatments we didn't try any old fashioned fucking. We thought it best to leave well enough alone until all the treatments were done, and then try it. On the last day, instead of jerking me off, Esther said she was ready to try to properly fuck me once again.

"Let's not waste this beautiful hard-on. I’m going to do my best to get the whole damn thing in me tonight. Jason, you lie on the rug and I'll fuck you until you can't stand it."

She positioned herself over my waist again, and after a few moments of rubbing and stroking it, we held my cock steady as she lowered herself. She easily took my cockhead into her cunt and slid down until it hit the back of her canal. For several minutes she screwed that much of my cock. When she was all worked up and well-lubricated, she announced was ready for more.

"Okay, this is it," she said in anticipation. "If we can get it past my cervix its home free."

Her weight dropped and my cock buckled. We supported it the best we could and with a little more wiggling and squirming on her part I could feel her internal opening start to give a bit. The tip of my huge helmet nosed into her womb. More pressure, and it went in another inch. Esther looked at me and nodded. I knew what she was going to do without her uttering a word.

She literally lifted one foot from the ground, which put most of her weight on my cock. An incredibly tight ring of pressure slipped around the head of my cock, and after a couple bounces from Esther, it burst past her cervix. She instantly dropped about a foot, and her eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure. Her lower abdomen distended and her stomach bulged obscenely.

"Oh, God, Jason. Look at my stomach! I can see your cock in there!" Her hands found her belly and massaged my manhood through her abdomen. "More—I gotta have more!" she insisted.

"Take it easy, lady. You've got half of it up there now. You ought to get used to that first."

"Hell no! If we can just get your wonderful cock to bend inside of me, we should be able to get the whole thing crammed up there."

With about 18 inches of cock still exposed, and the other 16 packed inside her cunt and womb, Esther started to attack. As she pounded on my rod, she poked and prodded her stomach, trying to get my cock to move or bend inside of her. She'd rise up about 6 inches and drop violently. I could feel my cock succumbing to the forces and it eventually gave in. It must have started to roll itself up in her because she fell another foot. Her previously flat stomach now protruded like a pregnant woman’s.

Esther's eyes were closed, and she started to rub her clitoris as she bounced even more. Every little while, she would move both hands to the bottom of her stomach and support it and the cock inside it, like a man holding his potbelly. As she shook it and massaged it, she continued to sink on my massive member. Her stomach grew with each inch she dropped. In seconds she had all but about 4 inches inside of her. My cock must have been doubled over several times judged by the numerous bumps and bulges pushing against her well-muscled abdomen.

"I don't think I can get another inch in me," she gasped. "I'm absolutely stuffed!"

"Well, you've got 2 and 1/2 feet of cock inside of you. I’d say that is enough, wouldn't you?"

"For now, anyway,” she said. “It's time to get you off—and me, too."

She steadied herself by holding on to the nearby arm of the couch, and lifted herself up about a foot, unreeling a portion of my cock that was buried deep in her womb. The bulges in her stomach area changed with the withdrawal. Then she let herself down again, and my slick cock slipped right back to where it was. She continued this motion, and I watched in fascination as her abdomen swelled and shrank as my monster slid in and out. It wasn't long before she quietly announced that she was nearing orgasm.

"Oh, shit! This is gonna be good!" she panted.

Like getting hit with a bag of sand, her orgasm came almost instantly and forcefully, causing her to arch her back and grind her pelvis round and round as she dipped up and down. She bit her lower lip and actually drew blood as her entire musculature quaked and shook with intense pleasure. The spasms she was having made her firm muscles contract upon my pulsing cock, increasing the sensations I was already experiencing. Her titanic tits shook like two enormous water balloons and ricocheted off in different directions from each other as she hammered on my rod. It looked like it might have been painful for her to have that much mass moving around on her chest, so I reached up with both hands and steadied them for her. When she descended from the ecstasy of her orgasm, she stopped fucking me and leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders. Her fat, cock-stuffed tummy touched mine, and her breasts rested heavily on my chest and neck.

"I’ve had some remarkable orgasms with you before, but nothing like this," she said with a smile. "And I'm not just making it up, either. I thought I was going to pass out. Your cock was stimulating my clit, my vagina, and my womb all at once. The only thing I could imagine that would be more fulfilling would be to have your cock right where it is now, plus a cock down my throat, and one up my ass."

It sounded like she might have been serious about more cocks, but then again she might have simply been exaggerating. As she wiped the sweat from her forehead I said, "Well, we could get a couple of the guys we have enlarged recently. I’m sure we could 'fill your needs' that way." I watched to see what her reaction would be. If she acted disgusted, I would say I was only kidding. If she seemed interested I’d tell her we could discuss details later.

Without looking up she panted, "Okay, but let's worry about that later. We can choose some of the men when we get done here."

Aha! She wants a gang-bang! She was right when she said everyone has a dark side. If she does have sex with other guys, then I might let her know about my evening with the girls. I hated keeping secrets from someone I love.

Without another word she started her onslaught of my tree trunk-sized cock again. For several more minutes she silently assaulted my hard-on until another orgasm neared the horizon. Tears formed in her eyes and sweat dripped down her face and across her heaving breasts. She screamed a few unintelligible words and worked my meat faster. This time I felt that I might cum with her. My whole body tensed and my cock started to buck and throb in the deep dark confines of Esther's body. I was able to grab a ball in each hand and squeeze them as the fire from their depths shot up my cock.

Esther never missed a beat. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she pressed my cock through her abdomen. When her muscles began to strangle my hard-on, I let go, too. Cum raced the length of my cock, out the huge head, and immediately filled her womb to overflowing. Semen literally poured from my cock now, when I came. The spurts slowed, but never stopped. It didn't take long before the hot goo squished its way out and down my shaft to cover my balls. I kept cumming for a good thirty seconds. I felt like I was in heaven. I’d force my hips up as she dropped down and each time gobs of cum would squirt from her tight cunt lips and drench my crotch and the floor under my ass.

All good things must end though, and so it was now. When we both were able to breathe again we stared at each other and laughed with joy.

“It was worth the wait, wasn't it?!” I stammered.

She put her knees to my sides and her hands on the floor above my shoulders and started to crawl forward, pulling my shrinking cock from her slick cunt. Her stomach shrunk as she went, and she eventually shuffled right over and past my head, at which time about 25 inches of half flaccid, cum-drenched cock popped from her snatch and smacked onto my chest, chin, and nose. The sticky semen from her pussy dribbled out and onto my face, too. I didn't know exactly what to think as my cock scooted off my face and onto my shoulder. Should I lick my own cum from my face or not?

Esther made the decision for me. She turned around on all fours and put her face above mine, then licked me clean. Her tongue delicately lapped up sperm from my cheeks, lips, nose, and chin. It was wildly erotic. She moved down further and pressed her mouth against the head of my cock that was covered with cum and her juices. Without using her hands she vacuumed all the slime from my cock and balls, then, like a kid slurping up spilled milk from the counter top, she cleaned up the puddles of semen from the floor. With both hands grasping my half hard member, she opened her mouth so say something—but instead, a huge truck driver of a belch shot out.

"Brraaaaaaccckk!"

She seemed just as surprised as I was and quickly covered her mouth.

"Oops! Sorry! Nothing as embarrassing as a good ol' semen belch, is there?"

I could only laugh. Seeing a petite lady like Esther fire out a belch like that was comedic at the least. Once we stopped giggling, she mentioned that she'd like to try to deep throat my cock now that it was getting to a more manageable size. I supposed my cock was less than 24 inches long and getting softer by the second. She opened wide and guided her mouth to my purple knob and stuffed as much in as she could. Her lips were stretched to their limit. She squeezed the shaft of my softening cock down to the size of her mouth as she pressed against it. If I had been hard at that diameter, she wouldn't have been able to even begin to get it in her throat.

The incredible shaft was still slick with saliva and traces of semen, making her descent on it easier. A couple of deep breaths through her nose and she went for it. Down, down, down she went, shaking her head side to side to help work it in. Her cheeks were drawn tight and her neck swelled as the head and shaft passed. In one long, smooth motion she pushed until her chin hit my 6-inch balls. Occasionally my cock would twitch with pleasure since it had only been a few minutes earlier that I had experienced the orgasm of my life. She pulled it in and out a few inches, then reversed herself and ever so slowly withdrew my manhood from her mouth.

"Damn! Almost a 2-foot deep throat! I could feel it all the way down to my stomach!" she said with deserved pride.

When we both had caught our breath, we cleaned up for the night. As we often did after a romp in the hay, we snuggled and kissed each other. I caressed her mammoth breasts while she laid on her back with her eyes closed. She finally fell asleep, with her hands still gripping a most appropriate handle...my cock.

 

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Over breakfast the next morning I mentioned what Esther had said the night before.

"You mean about a couple other guys?" she said. "Well, at the time it seemed like a perfectly good idea, but I had other things on my mind then. I don’t know. Do you think it would be something we should try? Would you be jealous?"

"Oh, I suppose I’d be a little jealous, but it would be interesting to try. Maybe just once."

"How about Jake and Carl? Jake is, what, about 18 inches long? And Carl is...how big is Carl? I don't remember," she said as she moved her hands apart, trying to visualize his size.

"I think Carl's cock is a foot long. No shorter than that, for sure. If you want to do it, and you think you can handle them, I’ll give them a call."

“No, let me call them,” she said, grinning impishly. “I’ll bet it would be more of a surprise to them if a lady called and she said she would like them to screw her.”

"Deal, “I said. "How about next Saturday?"

Well, guess what? Jake and Carl agreed. They each called me before Saturday to make sure it wasn't some kind of joke and I assured them it was legitimate. When the day came they showed up at the house and Esther met them at the door.

"Hi, guys. Guess we know why you're here, so let's get comfortable,” Esther said, leading them into the living room. “Take off your clothes and sit on the couch. I need to examine your tools."

They obeyed and sat down. Both men were semi-erect already from anticipation. Jake was the larger of the two, but Carl had requested we treat his testicles for maximum output. Jake's balls were a handful, but Carl's were at least as big as mine...maybe larger. I’d have to check the notes we kept on each patient. He could pump out cum like a fire hose. Now naked, Esther knelt in front of both men and kissed and stroked them until they were hard.

Carl looked around and shouted, "Hey, Jason! Come on out! We hear you’re enormous!"

“Yeah, how big is ‘enormous’, anyway?" Jake echoed.

I had been in the adjacent room undressing and stimulating myself in order to get a head start. It takes a while to get a 34 inch hard-on all pumped up. With a 25-inch, partially soft cock, I entered the room. Both Carl and Jake just about shit.

"Damn, man—it's below your knee! You are huge!" Carl muttered, astonished.

"You ain't seen anything yet," Esther said. "He isn't completely hard."

"Bullshit," Jake said. "You're kidding me."

I told them the truth: that I was 34 inches long when erect. Esther switched her attention to my cock and it grew as she loved and kissed it. Both men stared in awe of my incredible manhood.

“Where are you planning on putting that thing, anyway?" Jake asked Esther.

She grinned back. “You just watch.”

I quickly added up the length of cock Esther was about to take on. If my math was correct, my whopping meat, plus an 18-inch cock, and a 12-inch cock equaled 64 inches—over 5 feet of cock!

She turned her attention to Jake and Carl, who were still sitting on the couch. Carl's balls got a tonguing he'll never forget, and then Esther focused on his foot long hard-on. After a few cursory licks and sucks, she opened wide and took his entire length down her throat in a single thrust. She pushed her face hard against his pelvic area and lightly teethed the base of his shaft. Carl was astounded. Just as quickly as she swallowed his rod, she pulled it out.

"Okay, Jake, you're next," she announced.

"Fine, but I’m a lot longer and bigger than Carl,” Jake warned. “Good luck.”

Little did he know that his cock was no problem for a deep throat queen like Esther. She lubricated his head and shaft with saliva, adjusted her position in order to get a straight shot down his raging penis, and popped the head in. She looked Jake in the eyes and slowly, but deliberately, inched her way to his pubic hairs. The entire time she kept eye contact with him, giving him a non-verbal, "See, I told you so!" Once his cock was entirely hidden in her mouth and throat, she reached over and grabbed Carl's cock and began stroking it.

"Jason," Carl said, "you have one amazing woman here."

Esther dropped Carl's steel-hard dick and slipped Jake's hose from her throat and stood. She explained that Carl was going to fuck her in the ass, Jake was going to fuck her throat, and I was going to cram my cock in her snatch. We all discussed the logistics and gymnastics that were going to be necessary to accomplish such a feat and then got down to business. Esther got on the couch and put one leg over the back and the foot of her other leg on the floor, making a perfect target of her pussy. As a team, all four of us guided my titanic cock to her crotch, which was now sopping with her juices. The head popped in with ease and I pushed to the back of her vaginal tunnel. Jake and Carl stood back to watch the impossible. I had to hold my hard-on in the middle and Esther held it at the entrance to her snatch. I pushed hard. Several lunges later her cervix gave way and allowed my massive cockhead to find its way in. More went in, about 2 feet of it as it doubled over in her womb.

"Carl, look at this!” Jake shouted, pointing at her potbelly. “Esther is pregnant!"

My cock was forcing her abs out again. Esther poked, prodded, and massaged the huge mass of cock inside her. The rest of my cock took advantage of her ministrations and slipped all the way in. Her stomach stuck out obscenely with the big lumps of my folded cock. Together, we thrust our hips until my enormous balls were squished against her thinly stretched lips.

I scooped Esther up to my chest and she wrapped her legs around my waist the best she could with her big potbelly and enormous breasts between us. With Jake and Carl's assistance we got to the floor, me on my back. She arched her back and pushed her butt hole up in the air.

"C'mon, Carl. Stick it to me!"

Carl had greased himself up with KY-Jelly already. He knelt behind her and poked his knob around her back door until it was as slick as his cock.

"Okay," Carl said, "push out like you're going to take a dump and I’ll shove it in. If you don't relax it won't go."

"I'll try, but I've never had anything up my ass before. Give me a chance to relax."

Carl increased pressure against her anus and it started to open. Esther squealed a little, then his whole cockhead popped in her butt.

"That feels fine, so give me the rest of it, Carl."

His foot long dick eased in. I could feel it sliding against my hard-on through her tender internal membranes. When it was all the way in she told him to give her a few full-length strokes to loosen her up.

"Damn!" cried Esther. "I'm stretched thin back there! I feel like I could explode because of all the stuffing in me!”

Jake had come around and put his feet on either side of my head and held his 18-inch rod up to Esther's face. She sat up and rubbed it against her mountainous breasts, then brought it up to her face. "You boys ready? Before we go, I want to let you know that I’ll swallow Jake's cum, but Jason and Carl—you guys are obligated to shoot yours in this container. I've got plans for your cum. I'm looking for better than a quart from you guys, so you'd better perform.”

Looking straight up, I saw her open her jaw and stick out her tongue to accept Jake's huge member. The soft tissue under her chin bulged out as the head went to the back of her throat. Jake pushed some more and his meat passed the threshold of her throat, causing her neck to swell. I watched the length of his cock slowly creep into my lovely Esther. The huge, finger-thick vein on the bottom of the invading monster throbbed as she devoured his cock. She moved her jaw and pulled at the shaft with her lips as the length of his manhood disappeared in her throat. The swelling of her neck went clear to her chest cavity. I could only imagine the form of his cockhead and shaft once it passed that point since it was now hidden deep within her, stopping only inches from her stomach.

Esther's hips began rhythmic movements, small ones at first, but once we got coordinated she started really pumping our dicks. She didn't dare move more than a foot, lest Carl's cock fall out, so most of my 34 inches stayed inside and got properly fucked. Jake moved opposite of Esther's thrusts, shoving his cock in her mouth as she pulled our cocks partway out.

Pretty soon we operated as one smooth, well-oiled machine. Esther moaned and whimpered each time Jake pulled his cock out far enough that she could breath, and she put her hands on his butt cheeks to help him style his motions with her breathing. Her enormous boobs flopped back and forth, hitting Carl's legs and brushing my chin and nose as they went. Carl jammed his cock home as I did my best to pump her soaking pussy.

In minutes she was getting hot. Her motions became almost panicky and she worked even harder. She crammed her face against Jake's crotch and pulled with all her might against his butt, trying to get every fraction of an inch in her mouth. I felt her abdominal and vaginal muscles spasming feverishly as she neared an orgasm. With little warning, it came over her like a tidal wave. Her hips quit the long, smooth strokes she had been making and started making frantic, short strokes twice as fast as before. One hand left Jake's butt and found her clit. She massaged it heavily and then pulled Jake's cock clear out of her mouth and shouted.

"Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn! Ohh, shit!"

She quickly reached for Jake’s brutal cock and forced it down her throat. Her pelvis hammered my and Carl’s cocks as she sucked Jake's with insane ferocity. Her muscles put vise-like grips on the cocks that filled her ass, cunt, and womb. She was having a mind-blowing orgasm with over 5 feet of cock inside of her. Jake's cock went so far down her throat, and my cock went so far up in her, that I'll bet there was only a few inches between them. She was a true fuck machine.

Her motions began to slow as her orgasm faded, and then she stopped altogether. Carl and I remained still, too, but Jake began fucking her throat in earnest when she grabbed his balls and pulled them forward. She gagged a couple times from his violent onslaught of her mouth, but never broke stride. Jake was about to cum. His breathing and thrusting became more rapid. He took hold of Esther's short, black hair and banged his pelvic area against her face. I grew worried that she might get a fat lip or broken nose out of the deal, but she didn't seem to mind his actions.

Jake's legs shivered, he bellowed out loud, and the cum shot from his balls to his cock. He pulled it out only an inch or two as his semen coated Esther's throat and the entrance to her stomach, since his cockhead was way past the back of her throat. His butt muscles squeezed and his hips quaked. He must have shot a dozen spurts down her throat before he began to relax. After a few more spasms, he finished filling her with his sperm. Esther pulled his still-bucking cock out so she could get some air, then took it back to the root again and made swallowing motions on his now ultra-sensitive cock, making him jump with pleasure. She massaged his balls until he was soft, then pulled out his cock and it flopped down, almost hitting me in the face.

"Sorry about that, Jason," he panted as he shuffled to the couch.

Esther's eyes were red and watering from holding such a monstrous cock in her throat for so long, and she took in huge gulps of air. It had been one heck of a workout for her.

"Now, it's time for you guys to fill up this cup," she said as she looked down at me. "I hate taking you guys out of me, but I want it done this way."

 

[jesusbwep_07]

Carl pulled out of her butt, still hard as steel, and stepped back. She straightened out her legs, which pulled almost my whole length from her pussy. She and I held my monumental shaft as she worked the last inches out, and put in softly between my legs. I struggled to stand as my cock swayed from side to side in wide arcs, but finally managed. The cup she had prepared was a 64-ounce glass beaker, more than big enough for the loads Carl and I were about to provide.

"I coated the inside of it with cooking spray, so none of the cum will stick to the sides when I pour it out. And here is what it's going into." From behind a chair she pulled out a long, clear tube attached to a large funnel. A small valve was positioned at the end of the tube. "These are also coated on the inside. I'm going to drink all of the cum through this contraption. Every last drop of it. After you guys jack off into the beaker, I’ll hold this tube in my mouth and you'll pour the cum into the funnel. If I hold the funnel above my head it ought to slide right on down. When I'm done, I'm going to have a belly full of cum."

"You are a nasty lady," I told her. "And I like nasty ladies."

She smiled and handed the beaker to Carl, who held it as Esther and I got my cock into position for jerking off. As worked up as I was from being fully inside her just minutes earlier, it didn't take long for me to shoot my load. Esther's expert hands ravaged my monster cock and I did the best I could on the half that I could reach while I stood over the beaker. My toes curled into the carpet and my legs tightened up as the floodgate opened. Carl and Esther managed to collect every ounce of jizz that spewed from my bulbous cockhead. I simply closed my eyes and simmered in pleasure as she slowly stroked and plied my member, getting all of the residual semen from inside my huge tube.

"Outstanding, Jason! Right at 18 ounces of warm, thick, gooey semen for me. Carl, you're next. Get that dick over here and empty those immense balls of yours."

He obeyed and started sliding the skin up and down his foot long cock. Esther cradled his balls. She gently, but firmly squeezed them. Upon checking his file, we later found out his balls were bigger than mine, about 7 inches in diameter.

"I'm going to milk as much out of these as I can," he announced. "You can help by squeezing them when I shoot. That'll push even more out."

Three or four minutes past before he started to cum. A fountain of semen shot from his dick. The stream poured out like a garden hose. Esther pushed and squeezed on his gargantuan scrotum as he groaned in pleasure. When his orgasm began to subside he pinched his softening member at the base and worked to the tip to get all the cum from inside. He tapped his cock on the rim and the last few drops fell into the soup we had collected.

Esther held up her prize and noted the volume.

"Holy shit! A total of 42 ounces! Carl, you are amazing! You gave me 24 ounces yourself. Look at your balls, though. They look a lot smaller now."

We all laughed. His ‘shrunken’ balls were easily the size of oranges, easily still large enough to encompass ten average men’s loads. Looking at them, an idea suddenly struck me.

"Hey, babe. If you can wait another twenty minutes or so, we can all jerk off again and give you a real cum feast. You up for that?"

She agreed. As it turned out, it was thirty minutes before all three of us were able to get off one more time. We ended up with a total of 61 ounces of jizz. Esther was beside herself.

"God, guys. I can't wait. I’m thirsty for semen. Help me out with this, now."

She sat on the floor with her back against the couch. She stuck the end of the tube in her mouth and closed the valve. I held the funnel above her head, and Jake began pouring the mess into it. The cooking spray did its thing, all right. There was essentially no residue left in the beaker. Just short of a half-gallon of fresh cum filled the funnel. Bubbles floated to the top as the air in the tube was replaced with the sticky fluid.

"Here ih comf!" she mumbled because of the tube in her mouth.

She opened the valve. She sealed her lips around the tube and we all watched as the level of white semen started to drop. Esther's cheeks ballooned out with pressure and she quickly closed the valve halfway to slow the volume of cum entering her mouth. She swallowed the mouthful in several gulps and was able to properly handle the adjusted flow. Carl and Jake cheered her on as she chugged our cum. We watched the level slowly drop and gazed at the fluid as it snaked its way down the tube and past her lips, into her stomach, mingling with the jism that Jake had deposited earlier.

"I’ve got to rest a bit, guys," she gasped after she closed the valve. "That's quite a bit of stuff to drink at one time. Give me a minute to catch my breath and let the stuff settle in my stomach."

She had drank about 10 ounces already...only 51 more to go. I understood her predicament, though. Imagine going to a convenience store, buying a couple quart drinks, and trying to drink them all at once. Not an easy task. She signaled when she was ready again, stuck the tube in her mouth, and opened the valve once more. Our collective cum oozed down the tube, ounce by ounce, and Esther gobbled it up. We could see her throat working overtime to swallow the masses of semen. She rubbed her belly, pushing it in, trying to make room for more of our seed. Another 15 ounces or so went into her stomach before she stopped again.

"I’m sorry boys, but here goes—brraaaccckk!”

And she belched another one of her "truck driver" belches. We all looked surprised, but Esther just gave us a silly grin and sighed in relief. "Oh, boy, I needed that. I was getting pretty full of this wonderful stuff. I'm not quitting till I swallow it all, though. Let's continue now, shall we?"

"You're over halfway there, babe. You can do it!" I encouraged.

She reinserted the tube, opened the valve, and started drinking more semen. Each gulp made a squishing noise as it found its way down to her stomach. Swish, glup. swish, glup. Every so often she closed the valve for a few seconds so she could get some air, but quickly opened it up for more fresh cum. At only 12 ounces to go she began slowing down...but not stopping. Her swallows became smaller and slower, but her determination wouldn't let her quit.

In order to make more room, she slid her butt away from the couch a little way, letting her stomach straighten out a bit as she stretched. She was getting a potbelly from the load she was taking on. Both of her hands rubbed her round abdomen now. She was crammed full! I didn't know if she was going to be able to do it or not. With only 6 ounces to go, she stopped.

"I don't think I can do it, Jason,” she whimpered. “I'm absolutely stuffed!"

"Get up and walk around for a minute. That'll help settle your meal and make room for more."
She took my advice. Sure enough, her stomach stuck out like Paul Newman's in Cool Hand Luke after he had eaten all those hard-boiled eggs on a bet.

"Hey! It makes noise!" she said with surprise. She pressed in on her belly with both hands and we all could hear it squish around. “I’m uncomfortably full, but I love the feeling of being filled with cum. It's a great feeling to swallow that much semen. The sensation of the sticky goo in my mouth and throat thrills me to no end. But, I better get back to work. How much left to go?”

"Six ounces,” I said.

She grinned and sat back down and got ready to drink some more. She watched the last few ounces travel ever so slowly down the tube, taking small gulps, and forcing it into her belly. When the last drop vanished into her mouth, she dropped the tube and swallowed. Her eyes went half-shut and her mouth drooped open, letting a small rivulet of semen trickle from the corner of her mouth.

"Screw it…" she mumbled. “I can't swallow one more drop. I’ll bust wide open if I do.” She rested her hands on her swollen stomach as the drip of cum dribbled down her chin. “You know, if you asked me to do this again tomorrow, I'd say 'okay.' Isn't that stupid? This is about as uncomfortable as I’ve ever felt, but I love cum so much I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Maybe next time, though, I'll put it all on the outside instead of drinking it. A cum-bath would be good for my complexion.”

She plopped down on the couch and we three guys paid homage to our cum queen by caressing and massaging her from head to toe. I lingered on her fat little tummy, and her hand met mine. Together we felt the soft, plump mound made by the incredible volume of semen she had just swallowed. Afterwards, it was pretty mellow in the house. Carl and Jake relaxed for a short while, then dressed, thanked Esther for the good time, and left.

Hours later, Esther and I awoke on the couch. We put on some nightclothes and headed to the bedroom. We had so much fun with the guys that we had more sessions like it. She never drank that much cum again, though. There were several instances when we brought better than a dozen of our 'big' friends over for cum-baths. She'd sit on a big rubber sheet and suck and stroke us guys and we'd shoot our copious loads on her. There were times when she was literally covered with cum. I mean every square inch of her was drenched with semen. She actually had an orgasm the first time we poured a small bucket of jizz over her head. She deep-throated cocks, took them up the ass, and fucked some of them silly. Cum would be oozing out of all of her holes by the end of the evening.

…but, eventually she felt that it wasn't as exciting as it used to be. It felt wonderful, but there was something lacking. Emotion. When she was the center of a gang-bang, she had no emotional connection with any of the men. They were merely semen suppliers that made her have orgasms. We talked long and hard one evening and decided that we were going to quit having the sex parties and concentrate only on each other.

It was a mutual decision to stop the cytogen maintenance doses as well. Once the effects wore off, I shrank to more manageable 14-inch erection, Esther's boobs to size 38C. Her cunt shrunk as well, but was still be able to handle my hard-on quite well. We both felt real good about our decision. There were no regrets about the experiment. It had been fabulous to be that big for a while—and it made us independently wealthy! But being more normal size we could carry on with our life again. We could go shopping, see a movie, go swimming, or take a walk in the park without people pointing and staring.

"Besides," Esther remarked one day. "We've got a lifetime supply of cytogen in our lab in case we ever change our minds!”

I grinned. "You really think we might try it again and get as big as we used to be, hon?"

"No,” she said, “…bigger."

 

[jesusbwep_07]

That's it! Hope you enjoy!

 

[shadow28]

Thank you for the time and effort you took in making this story print-worthy. It's huge (no pun intended), and has so many elements, it is sure to appeal to everyone in some way. You don't even want to know what those ways are, for me.

 

[silentreader]

Ahhh, a classic. Nice to see it refurbished. Chili Palmer's Free Story Annex has a lot of good stories on it but many of them also suffer from grammatical and punctuation errors. Good work with this one.

 

[9InchGaz]

Love it!

 

[bigboy1986]

Thanks for putting the time in to do this! this is by far my favourite story and one of the ones that set me on my current path

 

[guypals]

that was a good one! thanks for posting!