“Okay this was fun and all but I think it's about time I head home!”

“Suzie, hon, we just got here.”

“That's plenty of time!” Suzie flailed slightly. She had developed a bad habit of doing that of late, though in her defence she had good damn reason to. “Look, Miranda, I think it's perfectly fair that I'm uncomfortable going to a strip club for my birthday party!” Ideally she'd not be having any kind of party at all. She wasn't quite brave enough to tell Miranda that to her face, though.

“That's exactly why it's so important, though! When was the last time you had sex, babe? Oh right! Never.” Suzie groaned, once again thoroughly regretting allowing that particular secret to slip to her co-workers. “Look, it doesn't hafta be a big deal. You don't even gotta have sex if you really don't wanna. But, like, it's not healthy. You never hang out outside'a work, you're always doing overtime, and you've never fucked! You're thirty-five and as far as I know you've never even jerked it!”

“I don't have anything to jerk, Miranda.”

“Jesus fuck, hon, don't be pedantic right now.” Miranda threw her hands up in exasperation. “You're a bunny! It's not like you're a virgin turtle or a virgin giant panda or something, y'all buns got libidos. Like, I'm a fox, I know what it's like to have an overactive libido and it's nothing compared to the buns I've known. It's actually legitimately unhealthy for you to have as little sex as you do.” She grabbed Suzie gently by the hand. “Look, I promised you you didn't have to participate or anything, just be here. And I meant it. Come on, you can find somewhere relatively quiet and just enjoy the show. Please? If not for me, then for you.”

Suzie sighed. Really, Miranda was overstating how big of a deal it was. It was true that she had a rabbit level libido, but she was hardly the only rabbit in the world without an active sex life. Saying it was unhealthy to be a virgin was absolutely an exaggeration. She just wasn't interested in sex, and that had always been fine. But the way Miranda pouted at her was just too much. “Okay, okay, fine.” She had thoroughly lost this battle. Best to just hide in a corner and try not to let herself get too worked up. “But I'm just gonna watch. No touching, no closeups, and absolutely no sex.”

Miranda nodded. “Fair, fair. Would be kinda awful for me to strongarm you into hiring a prostitute. I don't even know what you're into anyway, but they've got stages for pretty much everyone's tastes here. They got girls, boys, shit, they've even got a stage for hypers! C'mon, babe, pick your poison. What kinda stripper do you wanna see?”

None of the above was the real answer, but Suzie knew that wouldn't accept that. “Okay, uh,” She said. It wasn't a subject she'd put much thought into before. It felt odd as a thirty five year old woman to admit that she didn't know if she was straight or gay or bi or whatever. She honestly wasn't even sure what 'hypers' would entail – she'd never paid that much attention in sex ed. “I guess hypers?”

“Really? I hadn't expected you of all people to swing in that particular direction.”

“Well, I, uh, I'm not really sure which direction I swing. Never put that much thought into it.” Suzie shrugged, in an attempt to look nonchalant that she strongly suspected wasn't working at all. “I figure hypers have both sets of bits, right? So it's a safe bet I'll find something I enjoy looking at.” She wasn't a child, of course. She at least knew the basics, if not the specifics.

Still, the way Miranda raised her eyebrow gave her brief pause. “Well, I mean, if you're sure, babe. C'mon, the hyper room's this way.”

From what Suzie could tell, the club was divided into several rooms, each with their own stage. Presumably the division was based on the dancers you would find in them – males, females, males and females, rooms for particular bodytypes and rooms for just about anything else you could think of. But, oddly, there was only one room for hypers. That, she found odd. There was so much variety on offer for every other sex, but the hypers got stuck in their own private ghetto in the back. Though, on further thought the hyper stage wasn't exactly hidden away, nor did it look like any less effort had gone into it. But then why only one, if not for some kind of prejudice?

“Well, here we go. You're on your own from here, hon.”

“wait hold on what no you said-”

“Hey,” Miranda snapped, raising her hands defensively. “Hypers are really not my thing. You can pop in for a minute, see if you like what you see, and if you don't you can find me in the femboy room.” She didn't give Suzie a chance to respond before turning and leaving.

“Ugh.” Suzie briefly considered leaving. She didn't even want to be here in the first place, and if the person who'd dragged her here had abandoned her, well, what was the point of staying? It was, ultimately, raw stubbornness that prompted her to open the door to the hyper room and step inside. Miranda had been so confident that she would enjoy herself at a strip club, in spite of her adamant insistence to the contrary. And now Miranda seemed equally confident that she wouldn't enjoy a hyper stripper. The entire evening had consisted of Miranda casually discarding Suzie's input, like she wasn't even there. Well, fuck Miranda. Suzie was gonna make one decision for herself tonight and stick with it.

Suzie's brief worries about discrimination were thoroughly assuaged the moment she entered – there was a very sizable audience in the hyper room, all eagerly awaiting whatever was going to happen on the surprisingly large stage. The whole room was quite big, actually. Suzie had caught a few glimpses into the other rooms and they had all seemed much less vast. Perhaps, due to the fact that there was only one stage that featured them, the hyper room drew a bigger audience? Whatever, Suzie had no particular interest in the details. She doubted she'd even do much more than sit at the bar and drink while some person or other danced on the stage.

“Hey there, short stuff. What's your poison?”

That struck a nerve. Suzie had always been something of a shortstack – she'd had a fairly generous puberty but had never grown past four foot five. Everyone she knew towered over her, which had no doubt contributed to how easy it was for the five foot ten inches tall Miranda to strongarm her into going to the club in the first place. Suzie clambered up onto a barstool and gave the bartender a glare that hopefully communicated that it was a subject not to be joked about without being too venomous. “Just... something not too strong for now. I don't really drink a lot and it's my birthday so I'm planning on, uh. Drinking. A lot.”

“Oh!” the bartender replied, her long tabby furred tail swaying back and forth lazily behind her. Of course, Suzie had known enough felines in her life to know exactly what that body language meant.“Well, then! Guess I'll have to make some real special drinks for the birthday girl.”

“Ugh.” Suzie sighed, leaning forward onto the bar to properly sulk. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she'd been to enough bars to know that two thirds of any given bartender's job was to be vented at by frustrated drunks. And so she vented. “Sorry if I'm bitchy, not in a good mood. Kinda... didn't really wanna come here? But like I got dragged here and then she just sorta fucked off to a different stage.”

“Wow, Jesus, what an asshole.”

“She was like 'hey what stage do you want?' And like I don't really know? So I thought well, hypers have lady bits and boy bits so if I'm not sure there's prolly gonna be something to look at that I'll like if I bother looking at all, which I probably won't. And then she just fucked off.” The words came flowing out in an easy, steady stream of consciousness. Christ, and she wasn't even drunk yet.

Still, Suzie didn't particularly like the look that the bartender was giving her. “Wow. Okay. I think I'm starting to get a grasp on what's going on here and, uh. You're friend's an asshole, kid. I'd consider maybe finding new friends. In the meantime, tell ya' what, all you can drink, on the house.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.”

“You've got plenty of time before the next show begins, so don't worry on that front. Hopefully by that time you'll be drunk enough that you'll be able to sorta enjoy yourself. Here y'go, kid.” She slid Suzie a tall, thin glass filled with amber liquid and ice, topped with a straw and a cocktail umbrella. “Fruity and weak so you can drink a shitton of 'em.”

“Thanks,” Suzie muttered, sliding the straw into her mouth and grouchily sipping at it idly. It was nice that something was going her way this evening. The drink was, as promised, very sweet and fruity. She took the bartender's word that it was alcoholic at all, because she didn't so much as feel a slight burn. It went down quickly and easily, and there was another ready for her the instant that she finished her first. She quickly settled into a routine of sullenly drinking a steady supply of booze while heavy electronic music thudded in the background.

She didn't immediately notice when someone slid onto the stool beside her until the bartender spoke; “Hey, Jessi, don't you got a show later tonight? You really shouldn't be drinking if you do, you know.”

“I'm done for the night and you know it, Maxie,” the stranger chided, though there was a playful tone to her husky voice.  “If anyone should be being told not to drink before a show it's you, mister~”

“Hey, that only happened once and like ninety nine percent of the time I'm behind the bar anyway so I would probably have put on a shitty show even if I wasn't drunk.” The bartender – who, contrary to his generous curves, was apparently a man – huffed. “That's enough of that though. The usual?”

“Gimme a rye on the rocks, actually. 's been a long night and I wanna unwind.”

“Fair enough!” Maxie slid a rocks glass with a significantly less fruity deep amber liquid and a large hunk of perfectly clear ice to Suzie's new neighbour.

“Thanks, babe. Who's your grumpy friend?”

Suzie grunted in frustration. She didn't have the energy to remain anti-social, so a conversation with this random stranger was inevitable. With a mildly irritated sigh, she pushed herself up off the counter somewhat laboriously – the alcohol that was definitely in her drink in spite of appearances had already snuck up on her, her head swimming ever so slightly and her vision turning fuzzy around the edges of objects.

The end result being that Jessi almost seemed to glow with an angelic light.  Like a halo. Which contrasted sharply with the fact that she was wearing exactly no clothing. Wait, no, she had pasties covering her nipples, heart shaped and bright pink, which contrasted with her chocolatey brown fur. That her breasts were more than twice the size of her head added another layer of confusion – she wasn't built like what Suzie would have pictured when she thought of an angel. Angels, in her mind, didn't have breasts at all, much less ones more than twice the size of their heads. Angels didn't have such thick thighs, wide hips, or gigantic fat asses capped with an adorable cotton ball tail. Angels didn't have endlessly long legs, making them seem like ten foot tall amazons – as it was, she was only a piddly seven and a half feet tall. Angels didn't have such sexy, confident smirks, full eyelashes, pouty lips, or perfectly styled shoulder-length white hair with bangs combed to cover one eye seductively. Angels typically wore more clothing than just a pair of heart-shaped nipple pasties.

And, most notably, angels certainly didn't have two-and-a-half foot long drooling penises, complete with a set of fat balls. “Like what you see, kid? Remember, hands-on fun costs extra~”

Suzie realized that she was staring, and promptly stopped that, moving her eyes sharply up to meet Jessi's smouldering gaze. “Sorry.”

“Hey, don't tease the kid too much, Jessi. Apparently she got dragged here against her will by some cunt coworker who abandoned her and I'm pretty sure she doesn't even actually know what a hyper is.”

Jessi's expression soured. “Wow, okay, not the time for flirting. Is she doing okay?”

“She gets bottomless free drinks all night,” Maxie said matter-of-factly. 

“At least. Tell you what, kiddo, if you decide you're in the mood for fun after all, it's gratis.”

Suzie grunted. “I know what a hyper is, I'm not an idiot,” she managed to say, doing an admirable job of not slurring her speech into an unintelligible mush of words. “'s like a guy and also a girl at the same time, right?” Even as she said it, she could tell there was more to it just by glancing slightly downward to the enormous slab of meat that hung heavily between Jessi's legs.

Suzie had a hard time processing Jessi's expression in response to what she said. It was like the kind of expression that you would have in response to a small child loudly asking why those people are so fat in a public place. Insulted by the blatant ignorance mixed with understanding that it wasn't her fault and some degree of pity.

“... Well, you're not wrong there, hon, but there's a lot more to it than that.” Maxie sighed. “Jessi please be the one to explain the birds and the bees to our poor confused friend here so I don't have to I'm not good at it.”

“Don't you foist this on me!”

“You're better at it than me.”

“Ugh,” Jessi groaned. “Okay so like outside of the occasional exception, people are born with either cocks or cunts, right? Two sexes, male or female. Hyper comes into things later. Like, you hit puberty and for most people it's just puberty, but for hypers it tends to hit sooner and hit much harder, right?”

Suzie nodded slowly. She could certainly identify with blooming early and copiously. She'd hit puberty far earlier than any of her classmates, and while she hadn't been the number one curviest girl in school, she'd certainly always been in the top ten. Of course, her figure was practically boyish when compared to Jessi. Most people would have been, really. She took some small amount of pride, though, in being slightly curvier than Maxie. Which felt like a consolation prize – she at least had bigger tits than the boy in the room.

“And like from there,” Jessi continued. “From there we go back to being mostly identical until like around eighteen, and then it's sorta like what happens with macros – you've gotta know what a macro is at least, right?”

“Yeah, duh,” Suzie replied, before continuing after a pause – clearly she needed to clarify just to be sure. “They're like, folks who suddenly get really tall, like a hunnerd feet or something.”

“... 's a bit more complicated than that.”

“For starters, my cousin's a macro and lemme tell you, a hundred feet would barely come up to-”

“The point,” Jessi interrupted Maxie, shooting him a sour look that seemed to roughly translate to 'only one worldview-shattering per evening'. After a good solid moment, leaving Maxie sheepishly shrinking away, she continued. “The point is that a hundred feet is really small for a macro, but you've mostly got the gist. Around then you sort of like hit a specific point and then after that point, the first real sexual experience you have triggers like a second puberty. For macros they just get bigger all over, for hypers we grow the other relevant bits.”

“Fun fact! In case these puppies fooled you, I was born a dude~”

“And not just that, but you grow bigger. Like, not nearly macro levels of bigger, but I still put on like a foot and a half when I hit my second puberty and my tits got like twice as big. And this little bugger happened, of course,” she said with a slight grin as she stroked her cock.

“How much you grow depends on the person,” Maxie added, his voice tinged slightly with a small amount of venom. “We can't all be as lucky as you, dear.”

Jessi rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes. Usually hypers who don't work in the sex industry take special hormone blockers that keep them more family friendly, which is why Maxie here is proportionally slightly less stacked than you.”

“Normally my tits are bigger than Jessi's~”

Suzie nodded again. As drunk as she was, there wasn't really anything hard to follow about the conversation, though she questioned how much of it she would retain come tomorrow morning. At least it served to explain why everyone had reacted to her brief expression of casual interest in hypers the way they had – it was like something out of someone's weird deviantart gallery only real life. If it weren't for the seven and a half foot tall amazon with a two foot six inch slab of meat being the one telling her about it, she'd have assumed she was being messed with. As it was it still stretched the limits of credulity, though not as much as what Jessi said next;

“Honestly we really need to overhaul how America handles sex ed, considering here I am sitting at a bar in a strip club, explaining what a hyper is to a hyper.”

“Excuse me?” There was an awkward silence as her two impromptu companions stared blankly at her. “I'm not a hyper,” she clarified after a moment.

“I mean,” Maxie said with a shrug. “It's like Jessi said, hypers are just as varied as boys and girls in terms of height and attributes, we just tend towards being big. Just because you don't have a forearm-sized penis stuffed in your panties doesn't mean you're not a hy-”

“I don't have a penis at all!”

There was a crash as Maxie dropped the glass he was holding, his eyes wide with shock. Jessi's expression was similarly surprised, her jaw hanging open slightly before she took a brief moment to compose herself. “Oh my god,” she eventually managed to say after another long, awkward silence. Slowly an eager grin spread across her face. “You mean you're a virgin hyper?”

“I'm, um-”

“Don't go saying you're not a hyper at all, hon. Trust me, I basically do this for a living. After a while you learn to pick up on the subtle cues that differentiate us from the normal folks even when we're on hormone blockers. And trust me, babe, you are as hyper as they come.”

Suzie wanted to reply, again, with 'no I'm not,' but she couldn't quite bring herself to do so. It felt dishonest. She wasn't, of course – she felt like she would know better what her sex was than some random stripper. But her mind drifted back to what Jessi had said. A hyper's second puberty was triggered by a proper sexual experience. And, as much as she hated to admit it, her last sexual experience had been a very long time ago. “I dunno,” was all she managed.

“How old are you, hon?” Jessi asked, gently placing a hand on Suzie's shoulder.

“Thirty five today,” Suzie muttered in response, prompting Jessi's eyes to widen again.

“Jesus. And, uh, when was the last time you had sex? Or even just like masturbated. It can't have been that long ago, so maybe my senses are off or-”

“I, um. Masturbated once when I was twelve and then felt real bad about it so I never did it again.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Maxie exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Well, that sure fuckin' explains a lot.”

“I mean, I might still be normal, right?” Suzie had a hard time admitting that there was the possibility she was anything other than normal. It was an increasingly glaring possibility, but there was still a chance that Jessi was wrong.

“Well,” Jessi responded with a smirk. “Only one way to find out~”

“What way is tha-” Suzie started before quickly being cut off as Jessi leaned in to give her a kiss.

It felt like every single nerve in her body was on fire. Jessi's gigantic breasts pressed firmly against her own relatively modest swells, dwarfing them and practically engulfing her entire goddamn torso. A slender feminine hand slid its way under the sensible business casual skirt she hadn't bothered to change out of after work, gently rubbing against her mons through the soaked cotton. Suzie briefly made a noise of objection, but at that touch it devolved into a low, lewd moan as, for the first time in over a decade, she came.

Dimly, she registered that Jessi wasn't rubbing anymore so much as she was squeezing a sizable bulge that hadn't been there before. The larger bunny broke the kiss, slowly leaning back with a thin strand of drool connecting her mouth to Suzie's lolling tongue. “Well, that answers that question. Do you wanna continue this in private?”

“Mngggg~” Suzie moaned.

“... point taken, you're in no condition to move right now. Plan b, then. We can pretend that this is a part of the show~”

Suzie tried to respond but all that came out was another moan as Jessi gave her swelling member another squeeze. “Shhhhh, don't try and speak,” Jessi whispered gently as she placed a finger on Suzie's lips. “Just let it happen. 's easier that way.” She wrapped her fingers around the growing tent in Suzie's increasingly tight pink panties, gently stroking up and down and up and down. “I hope you aren't super invested in these clothes by the way, babe, because they're prolly not gonna survive this. I could prolly take 'em off for you but like even if I did they're not gonna fit when you're done here. And anyway, this way is much more fun~”

Jessi's words echoed through Suzie's mind. The whole world seemed to be moving in slow motion, and trying to think of anything through the haze of alcohol and arousal was like swimming through a lake of fucking molasses. Her breaths came quickly and erratically, her chest  moving with the rhythm, rising and falling and rising and falling and rising and rising and rising. Her simple white blouse groaned audibly as it strained against the growing swells of her fat tits.  At some point it had been custom tailored to her – one had to look her best in the business world at all times, of course. Still, Suzie found herself regretting not getting one size up. The first button to pop came far too soon for her taste, opening up a gap in the shirt and showing off suddenly much more generous cleavage. And getting more generous by the second.

There was another sharp pop as another button went flying – Jessi adeptly dodged without missing a single beat – and then a loud snap. It took Suzie a moment to process that the noise was the result of her bra's latch no longer being able to contain her significantly more than D-cups any longer. Good riddance, she thought. Who needs bras, anyway? A third pop, and Suzie realized that her blouse didn't just feel tight in the chest. There was a loud ripping noise as enormous holes tore in her armpits, the result of broadening shoulders. In a brief moment of lucidity, she kicked off her sensible shoes, which were starting to feel ominously tight. She grunted, curling her toes up in pleasure, then stretching them out and out and out as her paws began to swell to match her growing frame. Her panties were the next to go, rather unceremoniously snapping. They would have flown off into the audience that she dimly registered was watching her had Jessi not still been firmly grasping her cock through them.

“Mmmoooooore~” she managed to force out as more of the buttons on her sensible blouse popped in quick succession. A thin strand of drool ran its way down her chin, and another much less thin strand of absolutely not drool erupted from her still-growing cock. Suzie couldn't really get a good look at it – her skirt was in the way, for now, as was Jessi's hand. She could feel the soft cotton fabric of what had at one point not too long ago been her panties, gently rubbing against the hot hard flesh of her new penis.

“There's a good girl,” Jessi cooed gently. “Just relax. We can take this at whatever pace you're comfortable with. You don't have to rush things. Let it happen.” She gave Suzie's cock a gentle squeeze, and it responded by lurching bigger. What felt like a full foot of size piled on in one fell swoop. Suzie's whole body lurched bigger. Her skirt snapped along with the remaining buttons of her blouse, the former floating gently down to the floor while the latter rocketed violently into the audience. Suzie's breasts, now well beyond cup sizes, flopped out of their confines, free to grow without any restraint. The remains of her blouse draped uselessly over head-sized tits, the sleeves now entirely detached from the rest of the garment.

“Here, lemme get that for ya',” Maxie said, though Suzie's mind barely registered his presence as he slipped off the remains of her top and bra. “You might grow enough to destroy it the rest of the way? But trust me, I speak from experience when I say that it's not really a very comfortable experience.”

Suzie let out a squeal as her body lurched another foot bigger all over. With her skirt out of the way, she could get a slightly better look at her new member – though her breasts obscured quite a lot of it. Still, she could see enough to know that it was fucking massive, easily as big as Jessi's already and still growing. She outright couldn't see her balls, between Jessi and her own chest blocking the view, but she could feel them. Big and heavy and oh so very full. And getting bigger and heavier and fuller at a steady rate. “Oh god,” she managed to force out in between grunts and heavy breaths.

“Don't cum just yet, babe. Trust me, the longer you can hold off from finishing, the better it feels when you do.” Jessi had reached the point where she had to use both hands to continue to jerk Suzie off. And even then, it was a bit of a stretch. “Goodness, you've gotten big. Bigger than me, even. And you're not even done yet!” Suzie let out a pained moan as, abruptly, the stimulation ceased. Jessi removed her hands from the growing pillar of meat and pulled back, towering over the smaller bunny – though towering much less than she had just a moment earlier. “Hm, that said, this has been awfully one-sided so far, no? You're the only one who's been getting any attention. And that's just not fair, no? Especially considering that we've got an audience to please.”

The fog that had enveloped Suzie's mind dissipated slightly, if only for a moment, as she finally registered the audience her transformation had attracted. The sizable audience. The Hyper Room was, as she had noted earlier, larger than any of the other rooms in the club. Likely by necessity of hypers being so inherently big. And, while it hadn't exactly been at capacity, there had been enough spectators to form a sizable crowd. A sizable crowd who, she realized, were all looking at her. Every single fucking one, to a man.

Five minutes ago she'd might have been mortified. Hell, right now she'd probably be mortified if it weren't for the fact that the fog very quickly returned itself to her mind. Not that she really minded being watched, mind. She'd never really liked being the centre of attention much before, but that was because usually when she was the centre of attention it was because she'd done something wrong. She had never really stood out otherwise. She was too short and too much of a wallflower to attract this kind of positive attention.

Of course, she was now decidedly no longer short. Whether she was still a wallflower was entirely up to her – she could always take the hormone blockers Maxie had mentioned in order to retain a relatively normal figure. The question was, did she want to. Her life before now hadn't exactly been stellar. It hadn't been bad, either, but she still couldn't help but think about how she'd ended up in this situation in the first place. Dragged to a place she didn't want to be by a person she didn't really like and then abandoned without a second thought. She didn't hate her job, but she sure as hell didn't like it.

And if being a sex worker meant getting looked at like this, hundreds of people staring at her with awe bordering on being reverential, well-

Well, then she'd just have to seriously consider a change in career. “Maybe you should give them a show, then,” she managed to force out.

“That's an excellent idea. How do you feel about a lap dance?” Suzie attempted to respond in the affirmative, but she'd used up her allotment of coherency for the evening. All that came out was a lewd groan as her cock swelled a few inches longer, thicker, bigger, accompanied by another spurt of precum. “I'll take that as a yes,” Jessi continued with a chuckle, turning around. “Maxie, if you would be so kind as to set up the lights and the stage and such? I'm thinking Lapdance Scenario 185.”

“Yes, ma'am!” Maxie responded with an eager grin, scuttling off to wherever the lighting controls were. Sure enough, a few moments later, the house lights dimmed and the stage lights brightened. A single spotlight illuminated a large bar stool, almost identical to the one Suzie was sitting on at the moment.

Her mind dimly registered Jessi gently grasping her forearm and pulling her into a standing position. “Come on, babe, you've just gotta hold the rest in for a second.”

Slightly less dimly, Suzie's mind realized she was looking Jessi in the eye. “Holy shit,” she murmured in quiet awe as her body was led over to a small stairway that led up to the stage, the crowd parting like the red sea faced with Moses to allow the two massive women to pass through. Scattered applause and cheering sent shivers down Suzie's spine even as she ascended the stairs and made her way to the stool.

“Holy shit is right, kiddo.” Jessi gently positioned Suzie in a seated position on the stool. “Look at yourself, you're huge.”

Huge was an understatement. Suzie's figure easily rivalled, of not outright outmatched Jessi's in almost all respects. Her breasts were slightly bigger, ass slightly fuller, they were even the same height. The only aspect where she wasn't on par with Jessi was her cock and balls.

Not in that she was less endowed, but in that she significantly outclassed Jessi on that front. “Forgive me for bringing up specific numbers, estimating exact sizes of things is kind of an important skill in my line of work. It's a bit hard to not do it at this point.” Jessi smirked eagerly, turning around and straddling the behemoth. “It's my expert opinion that at this point, after your growth has stopped, you're seven feet six inches tall, with a five foot long cock. Very impressive~”

“Gnnnnn,” Suzie responded as her balls, each one big enough to almost reach the floor in her current position, lurched. She wasn't entirely sure that was the right word for the situation, but it sure felt right. They didn't grow, she somehow instinctively knew she was done with growing, but they lurched, accompanied by a jet of translucent precum.

“Looks like I don't have much time left until Vesuvius blows. If we're gonna give these good folks a show, I'd best hurry up!” Her smirk once again turned into a confident grin as she slowly leaned forward.

Suzie had never had a lap dance before in her entire life. It was an experience she was absolutely not familiar with in any way, so she didn't really know what was normal and what wasn't. But she was still fairly confident that normally lapdances didn't occur with the dancer still standing. Given their relative heights, all Jessi had to do was bend her torso forward, stand on her tip-toes, and let gravity do the rest. Suzie let out an involuntary gasp as all of Jessi's ass smashed into her tits. The mounds of flesh, freshly freed from the confines of her blouse, were once again restrained. This time by several hundred pounds of bunny, ass-first.

She didn't get the chance to properly process this first bit of overstimulation when she suddenly got hit by another in the form of Jessi's bowling-ball testicles resting against her cock, pressing down heavily on it. Mere inches above, Jessi's respectable member drooled its own stream of pre directly onto Suzie's swollen head. She could feel each individual droplet of the warm, translucent fluid against the turgid mass of her cock, slowly drooling its way down around her flesh. It was almost too much for her to bear. She grinned eagerly, mindlessly staring at the soft cotton ball that topped Jessi's ass. Her face burned from the sheer force of her blushing, drool and sweat trailing down her chin.

“Ready for the main event, sugar?”

Suzie's mind didn't quite process exactly what happened next. Jessi began to move her body, slowly and gently rocking and grinding against her. If those three points of contact had been almost too much, those three points of contact only now they're moving and she also had a good glimpse of Jessi's breasts jiggling and swaying to the rhythm of her dance was enough to shove her headfirst over the edge of orgasm.

She didn't make any kind of noise. Usually you were supposed to make some kind of noise, she assumed – a pleasurable moan or cries of ecstasy or “I'm cumming!” But all that came out from her open mouth as her head slowly rolled back to face the sky was a strangled croak of bliss. Not that she needed to make any kind of vocalization in order to make her orgasm known to the world – her orgasm did that for her. It felt like a fucking firehose growing out of her crotch, pumping out gallons of cum at a time in one big steady stream. The volume was so immense as to stretch credulity – sure, her balls were quite large, but they weren't quite so large that she could believe they were producing this seemingly inexhaustible supply of spunk.

Suzie felt a bit bad for blowing her load so soon into the show, but she supposed she more than made up for it in terms of volume. She hadn't exactly been paying too much attention to the time, but it sure felt like a good amount of time passed once her output finally slowed down and came to a stop. And Jessi swooped in quickly with confirmation. “Well. That sure was a half hour of non-stop orgasm. I'm almost jealous!”

Suzie slumped. She couldn't quite relax, given the lack of a back on the stool, but she felt the tension that had been building up slowly wash away. Her breath came slowly and heavily, like she'd just run a fucking marathon. “That was... that was... wow.”

“First time's always the most intense. Never stops bein' good, but you get used to it enough that you don't end up wiped out after the fact.”

“God, I'd hope so,” Suzie groaned, less speaking and more exhaling. She subsequently let out an actual groan as Jessi pivoted around and sat on her lap properly. She leaned forward, wedging her cock between two pairs of giant bunny boob and drawing another moan from Suzie. She felt so tired, and hot, muscles sore and tight.

“Oh, we're not done yet though, dearie. You've gotten off, But I'm still hard as fuck. It would be very rude of you to leave a lady hanging~” She leaned forward further, mashing their breasts together. She moved her body up and down, grinding against Suzie and thrusting her cock in and out of the tight embrace of boob. “Don't worry, you won't hafta do any of the work, just sit there and be well endow-”

“OhfuckohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuUUUUUCKKKKKKK!”

Jessi's confident grin slowly faded away as, abruptly, Suzie came again, with equal force to her earlier climax. “Wow, usually there's a bit more of a refractory period after that kinda orgas-” Whatever Jessi had to say was abruptly abandoned in blind panic as Suzie began to grow again. “Oh fuck, you've gotta be kidding me, she's a macro too?!”