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The Rex

By: reignophelia



I would like to take a moment to thank Chris Xavier for his input and edit. Thanks to both Chris and HornyBabe1965 for their encouragement and support.

This story was inspired by a nightmare I had a few months back. The symbolism is personal, but some of it is also rather obvious. That dream shook me to the extent that it stuck with me for several days afterward, and so I mused that it might make for a decent story.

I hope you enjoy it, and are entertained.

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The Rex

He was fucking his wife again when I walked into the lab. The only thing blocking my view was the steel refrigerator door, and unfortunately there was nothing blocking my auditory sense. I adopted my usual apathetic yet slightly annoyed stance as I waited for him to finish. Finally the sound of zippers and the lack of grunting allowed me to surmise that all things were back in their rightful places.

I opened my mouth and said, "You're going to get an infection if you keep that up. "

The Doctor peered over the edge, and partially closed the door, while looking at me in surprise. Despite our scheduled meetings, he seemed to be afflicted with a "chronic" condition, as he never could seem to anticipate my arrival.

"Oh! I've got that squared away. No worries, no worries!" he said in his usual excited manner. "Do you want to know how I do it?" he eagerly inquired.

"Not particularly," I replied while sighing and rolling my eyes. "Do you have it?" I still asked him, while knowing full well that he did indeed have it in his possession. I spied it on the counter.

With utter disdain he gave his typical response. "Why do you have to give it to them? Those cannibals outside deserve nothing! They should all perish and cleanse the earth and be done with it! If I had another bomb I'd do us all in the way we should have been the first time! What's the point in carrying on when there are no new people? If I could have a child, I would not any way! Do you know why? Because this is no place for a child to live! We were all saved the day The Rex came! Do you know that? We have nothing to live for, but The Rex gives us something to die for! "

I shifted the weight from my left foot to my right and waited for the second part of his rant. His wild hair stood on end as if his eccentricity was shot through each strand like currents of electricity. The Doctor was working himself up into a most typical frenzy.

"Those fucking flesh eaters deserve the pain they feel! Why must we make things easier on them? They hate and destroy! There is no love left in this world! Why do we live? Tell me that! Tell me!"

He was really getting on my nerves. "You know why I have to give it to them Doctor. As for why I live, I have just about as much purpose as you."

I peered over at his wife through the gap in the partially open door, and made an observation.

"I see someone's been snacking, eh Doctor? Those 'cannibals' are just trying to survive like you and me. I blame them for nothing. I wouldn't blame them if they killed me a few minutes from now. Don't worry though; dozens are being converted by the day." 

At that I dropped several bags of produce at his feet, grabbed the elixir, and brusquely walked out the door.

I hurled myself into the warm autumnal outdoors. Being in the city and barring inclement weather, you could never really tell what season it was; not that anyone cared to keep track of time anymore anyway. I was suddenly glad that I live outside the perimeter of this hellish place. Still seething, I scoffed at the idea that I had been in love with him at one time. 

The sun shone red through the haze, and I squinted, while adjusting to the change in light. I made out the shape of a man before me. He was of typical appearance, and clad in the typical rags you see on city dwellers; no teeth, no hair, and his skin wasn't looking particularly savory either. I sighed again as I knew what was coming.

"The Rex is your salvation! The mouth of The Rex is the gateway to heaven, the eye of The Rex is the key to oblivion! So sayeth us all!" he canted.

I dismissed him with a gesture of my hand and walked on despite him clinging to my overcoat. He let go eventually. They always do. I pulled my hood on, and over that my sunglasses, and determinedly walked the last stretch of the journey to The Overseer.

***

"The Messenger is here Sir," an attendant declared, announcing my presence.

I removed my glasses and hood, placing them in the pockets of my large coat. I was left in a room with three people: The Overseer, a naked girl tied to a frame in a very compromising position, and one guard. The Overseer always liked to try to impress me with shocking sights; however, my apathy was unwavering.

I patiently awaited his acknowledgement. His back was turned to me, but even with his shoulders slouched, he was undeniably large. The Overseer, always clad in black was a large, bald man, and of a disturbingly mean disposition. It was well known that he had a special affection for me, despite me taking his eye the previous year. He is the reason why I started shaving my head.

Roughly one year ago I was in to see him. He was feeling particularly impatient that day. I was yanked backward by my hair, and pulled into his chest. He took the opportunity to grossly molest me before I managed to snap my hand back and assault his face. I took his eye as payment. Since then I've had somewhat of a reputation.

The guard stood near the door way. The girl was clearly drugged, her eyes were glazed over, and she had a foolish grin on her face. Her skin lesions gave her away as being a city dweller. The Overseer slowly turned to look at me with the most dramatic flair, and with only one eye of course. He smiled.

"You're early. Good. I guess it's just as well. I have much need of The Elixir these days, and I suppose you have a great need of that which I am willing to give you." Smirking lewdly, he picked up a knife with a short blade. Gesticulating with his spear, he started speaking of the incident in which he lost his eye. Of course the story fell on bereft ears. I was the only one who listened to his words, and I had no need to revisit the experience.

"I don't blame you though," he said. "I don't blame you because you are just trying to survive despite the futility. I would have killed you, I may even still if I get the chance. You are human and your only objective is to survive. You reproduce, and you eat, and shit, and breathe; or at least there was something worth living for when we could reproduce."

"You don't know why you do it then, do you? You don't know why you keep on, but you just do. That is your biological imperative. I am happy to say that I am free of that nonsense. Do you see this girl? She like many of the others has sold her ovaries to science. She has sold her left kidney for food. She has sold her cunt for shelter. She eats the flesh of her fellow man. She is base and vile. There is no joy for people like her. There is only pain. So we will bask in it. There is only joy in death, so I will give this gift to her. I will give her ecstasy, the ultimate ecstasy!" At that he slashed his left arm with the blade. I think this was supposed to shock me.

I coughed. I'm cold, I'll admit it. The trauma of everyday life takes its toll, and I've seen a lot of violence. I looked at him with steely eyes. "Well, I thank you humbly Overseer. The Elixir is yours, and if you don't mind Sir, I think I will be going."

"Of course," he leered. "Go ahead; this guard will take you where you need to go, but are you certain that you don't want to watch me dissect her? She's gonna be a beaut if there ever was one. I think I might fuck her and carve her at the same time."

"Thank you humbly Sir," I replied. "But I really must decline."

I followed the guard out of the room. The only thing that followed me was the sound of a woman screaming and laughing, screaming and laughing...

The guard brought me to a stockpile guarded by an older gentleman. He appeared to be in good health, and unattractively inquisitive. 

"So, what are you going to do with all of this?" he whispered to me. "You're going to make a bomb aren't you? I've heard rumors of you."

I looked at him, and grabbed what was rightfully mine, retrieved my weapons at the door, and stalked out.

***

When I finally reached the clearing of the glen I allowed myself to relax a bit. Being enveloped by such earthen beauty always makes me nostalgic for the old days. I never fully let my guard down though. As soon as I feel the first emotions start to break through the surface of my being, I suck them back down. I've survived this long because of my cold and calculating ways. 

I don't know why I keep on. I just keep going. I have very little to live for, but I survive because I don't think about it. I don't think too much about things, but on days like this, a memory or two creeps through, and I indulge...

The last stretch of my journey home from the city reminds me of my last lover. We used to walk under the trees, hand in hand. She was so soft, and lovely, and I loved her. I loved her dearly.

We loved in the days before the biological agent from the other side of the world caused all of our men to become sterile. We loved in the days before our side of the world became aware of that first strike, and thusly destroyed the other half with the fires of hell.

We clung to one another as our families died out and faded away. We only had one another. Protected by my lab, we were fairly unscathed by the radiation sickness that followed.

She developed a different kind of sickness, despondency became her lover. Now I push away the pain, and remember her as she was on her last day, before she gave herself to The Rex.

She came to me that day, and it was roughly this time of year as well. I had no idea of what was to become of her. We visited our friend The Doctor and his wife earlier on in the day. He was working with some scientists from another city to see if we could combine our DNA, and have children despite our sex. He had been unsuccessful in his latest attempt. I think that is what the "final straw" was for her.

She was sad, but this was not unusual. We walked under the trees hand in hand. When we arrived home, I grasped her face in my hands. I tried to soothe away her loneliness with my kisses. 

I led her to the apple tree under the dome of the arboretum. It was late, the stars shone brightly, and I kissed her like I was mad. I kissed her mouth, her beautiful, soft succulent mouth. It was a perfect fit on mine. I slid my mouth down over her neck and down the cleft of her breasts.

We managed to grab a blanket and throw it down on the floor, and lay down while never missing a beat. Ever so gently I brought her wrists up over her head; this always does such wonderful things for a woman's breasts. She knew to keep her hands where I left them. She was my consummate love; I wanted to breathe her into me. I never wanted to let her go. 

Making quick work of her clothing, when her left buttock was lifted, I took the opportunity to bite and savor her. I brought my hand down and playfully slapped the same place that had been bitten. She giggled, and we both knew that this time was going to be gentle. 

Splayed open for me, and for the heavens above to witness, I slid my tongue over her succulent flesh. I planned to make quick of her pleasure as well. I licked the insides of her thighs, and then moved over her lips. I probed her with my tongue, tasted of her sweetness, and touched on her most tender of spots.

I then probed her with my fingers also, stretching and filling. She writhed and squirmed. I was as unrelenting as she was hot. My tongue touched down once again, and she was on fire. My heart raced, and pumped blood mercilessly through my veins. Moaning, she started to make time to my beat, lifting her hips to greet the command of my greedy hand, and my needy mouth...

I was suddenly startled from my reverie as I heard shouting and voices in the distance. I dropped my bags at the base of an old oak, and unsheathed my shotgun from its place under my coat.

Moving as stealthily as possible over the dry, covered ground I came upon three city dwellers attacking another hooded person such as myself. They took one look at me and scattered like leaves to the wind. The person on the ground was clearly injured. I pointed my shotgun and said "Remove your mask and hood immediately." Obeying my wishes, a man not much older than I exposed himself for what he was.

"Please, please have mercy!" he begged. "I mean you no harm! I was attacked by those men; I think they were going to eat me!"

I smiled. "Yes, they probably would if given the chance. I am merciful on occasion, if you would like I will bring you home and see that you are fed and washed."

"Oh thank you Ma'am, thank you! I am at your mercy! Thank the heavens!" 

"Can you walk?" I asked.

"I think my leg is broken Ma'am." He grimaced as he tried to move it. Upon further inspection, I surmised that it was most likely a fracture. 

My instincts rarely fail me, and there was something very earnest, and almost naive about this young man. I put my gun back into my coat, helped him up, grabbed my bags of plant fertilizer, and supported him as he hobbled back to my home.

***

Although merciful on occasion, I am not stupid. As soon as I got him home, I chained him to the wall by his good foot. It was quite the sight to behold. He had medium length corn silk hair, eyes like clear pools of water, and one very succulent cherubic mouth.

Men don't normally do much for me, but I've always had a thing for the pretty ones. I immediately concluded that he might be fun to play with. I think it was the chain that set my wheels turning, if only momentarily.

The part of my abode that exists above ground consists of an enormous botanical garden. In the center is a large Apple tree. I chained him to part of an inside wall as not to be in direct sunlight all day. 

Before the times of worry and sadness, I was a botanist. I was a research scientist. There are several layers of reinforced living space under the ground below the garden. The underground portion was built to protect against most radiation, and survive earthquakes. 

On the sides of the UV protected dome, there are solar panels. There is also a protective cover, and lights to simulate sunlight in the event that such things would be necessary. The solar panels provide minimal power, but are sufficient enough to give life to some water filters The Doctor and I had made in the beginning of the fallout.

I think my friend was a bit surprised at his captivity, but I think he was smart enough to know that I was his best chance for survival. I gave him some clean water, and hearty vegetables to eat. I let him bathe himself in private, and when he was done I set his leg just in case it was necessary. I tended to his scrapes and cuts. For the very little training I've had, I must say that I do a decent job.

"Ma'am," he implored. "Please know that I am not a threat to you. I owe you my life, and I would gladly pledge my undying loyalty to you. I would give my life if that is what you wished, I only ask one thing."

"What is that?" I glanced up from packaging up the remaining materials of dressing his wounds.

"I only wish to be set free long enough to slay the beast, then I am yours forever."

I smirked. "Oh, and so you'll come back and live out your term as my slave huh?" He was so incredibly serious I couldn't help but smile. "What beast do you plan to slay my dear Hero?"

"Why The Rex of course Ma'am. He is a false idol, and a harbinger of great evil."

I sighed. "What do you know of The Rex? Is he a man, or a beast? What is he?"

"Well Ma'am, they say that in the days of many scientists, when they were trying to make new people through cloning, the scientists declared themselves greater than God. They took the life force of a great and colossal Tyrannosaurus Rex and created a monstrosity instead. I've heard from many sources that it is just a mouth, an enormous mouth with razor sharp teeth. It doesn't have eyes or much of a brain. It just eats, and consumes in a gluttonous frenzy. He has an affinity for young maidens, and expels their bones as waste into the valley. All of the followers worship this thing! They actually say that the mouth is the gateway into Heaven." The Hero seemed so exasperated that he actually started to sob.

All of this emotional outpouring was really too much for one day. I stood awkwardly near him and robotically patted his shoulder. I think I may have even said, "there there." 

"Well dear, no need worrying about it right now," I said "You have much healing to do before you can face such a nemesis."

"Yes Ma'am," he replied softly. "Ma'am? May I sleep near you? I will remain gentlemanly and never try anything; it's just that I've been alone for such a long time."

I don't know why I gave in; it could even be seen as empathy which really wasn't one of my strong suits at the time. Maybe the solitude was getting to me; in any event I led him to the lower level, and chained him to a wall roughly twenty feet from my bed. I gave him a blanket and a pillow, and he slept peacefully on the floor.

Thinking of this beast eating my lover was enough to keep me awake for many nights. There are so many followers of The Rex that a lottery is held once per month in order to decide who will be allowed to "transcend" this life and live on through The Rex. 

My lover left me on one such night. I awoke during the witching hour to realize that she was gone. I ran out doors and towards the city, tracking her footprints in the thin layer of dewy frost.

I came upon the city, and it was beautiful and ethereal. Darkness contrasted sharply with the many followers bearing candles, torches, and lanterns. They all wore white robes, and I never saw my lover again. I only heard her name called above the throng of the crowd as being worthy of greeting The Rex.

I searched the crowds for her, but I never found her. She simply disappeared into the night. I asked everyone I saw what became of her, but no one could seem to remember her name, or of ever hearing of her. I held out hope for a while, that she would come back to me, but she never did.

***

Over the course of the following weeks, Hero and I became more comfortable with one another. He was very insistent on indulging me. By the third week, he had accomplished the status of being allowed to sleep at the foot of my bed. I in turn, fed him, clothed him, and encouraged him to improve his literacy. 

It was not long before he started to look at me with that intensity that is so common of men. Several times I caught him looking at me, only to have me look him directly in the eye, and for him to immediately look away, casting his eyes downward.

On one such occasion, Hero was reading a book. He repeatedly looked up at me over the edge of his tutorial while I pretended not to notice. I had just bathed and was mending a small tear in my overcoat. Finally having enough of the game, I walked over and planted my face directly in front of him. Startled, he fell backward off his chair landing softly onto the flooring behind him. I laughed, we both laughed, and harder than either of us had in a very long time.

Hero insisted on pampering me in such a strange way that often times I was made uncomfortable. One day after working many hours pruning some tall trees, he approached me and asked if he could cleanse and massage my feet. I reluctantly consented.

"Is the water warm enough Ma'am?" he inquired, adopting that lecherous twinkle to his eye.

I cleared my throat. "That's fine Hero, my calves are especially tired today. Please do not neglect them." I held my head high, feigning haughtiness.


The Rex



"Yes Ma'am," he replied with a soft smirk unfolding at the corner of his mouth. He really was quite a sight to behold.

I was in a particularly mischievous mood that day. Hero was balancing himself on the balls of his feet over a bowl of water. My feet were immersed in the bowl, and I briefly pushed him with my big toe. He tipped and accidentally splashed a good portion of the water onto the ground.

Apologetically he said, "I am so very sorry Ma'am."

"Oh Hero!" I admonished. "This is egregious indeed. Water is such a scarcity these days, perhaps I should punish you in order that you will not be so careless again."

Fear occupied his face now as he looked up at me. This was going to be fun.

"Stand up," I ordered. He did as I said which only encouraged, and aroused me further.

"Strip." He looked at me briefly, nervously disrobing. His turgidity was a strong indication of his consent. 

"Stand up straight. I want to inspect you. Turn around." 

He turned away from me, and faced the wall. 

"Spread your feet shoulder width apart, arms out at sides." Readily, he complied.

"I think that a spanking is in order Hero." 

He looked at me with lusty, starry eyes. "Yes Ma'am." 

"Bend over and hold onto the chair dear. This won't be too difficult. I understand that this will be your first punishment, but it will also not be your last."

At that I brought my hand down and vigorously thwacked and smacked the fine meat of his buttocks. I enjoyed the sound of the "smack" just as much as I enjoyed releasing my frustrations on his rear. Hero moaned softly with each point of contact. When my hand became numb, I stopped, and he turned and looked at me inquiringly. I was tempted to impress on him by using the wide array of floggers that I had stored away, but my want of him led me to other things.

I gently ran my hand down over the cleft of his buttock, and down around to his manhood. Still facing the wall, Hero moaned. Admiring his beauty I spent a minute or two running my hands over his rear. I eventually worked the fingers of my other hand back towards his center. I penetrated myself with my index finger, and transferred the moisture to Hero. I gently penetrated him with that same finger, while still maintaining my grasp with my other hand. Hero was clearly enjoying himself, so I decided to press further, and explore him with another finger. Warmth spread over my fingers, and his body clenched and released my fingers once before I pressed further.

"Oh Ma'am. Oh Ma'am. Oh Ma'am thank you. That is so good." Hero moaned and hissed and begged for more. I was more than happy to oblige him. When my knuckles were only left outside of him, I gently retracted. Hero turned to look at me with confusion and an air of disappointment.

"Turn around dear," I said. 

I pushed him down flat on his back. I untied my robe and straddled him, holding myself just above the point where I would be able to envelop him. I looked down into his eyes with intensity, and longing.

"Would you like it if I took you into me?" I lustily inquired. 

Averting his eyes he replied,"Yes Ma'am." 

I brought myself down and rode him with vigor. I derived great pleasure from his body. His cock filled me and seemed to touch on all the right places. I started to lose myself in the heat of the moment. My pulse beat in time with Hero's throbbing. He thrust upward each time I came down. The impact was incredible, and I tried my best to grind into him. Quicker and quicker our pace and our urgency grew. I felt my body lose all control, clamp down and grab Hero. It was ecstasy. I was riding, I was flying, and this was the only concept of Heaven that my brain could conceive of.

I firmly planted my palms on his chest. "Come for me Hero, I want to feel you; I want to take you into me." At that he released his frustrations into his warm life force that filled me with pleasure. 

He looked at me differently after that. He was quiet while we bathed and basked in the afterglow.

"Ma'am, what is your name?" he cautiously asked while washing my back.

"Well, they call me The Messenger, or The Bearer because I transport things for profit."

Uncomfortable silence followed. I turned around and looked at him. "What's wrong dear?"

"I was wondering what your birth name was Ma'am." He lowered his eyes.

"Oh!" I said surprised. "I haven't been called by that in a long time. My name is Regina. Funny, it sounds so strange even coming out of my own mouth." I chuckled.

"Oh, I think that's a lovely name Ma'am. Do you like it?"

"I don't mind it I guess." I shrugged. "What is your birth name Hero?"

"Tiran Ma'am."

Tiran went on to tell me the story of how his father was a colonel in the armed forces, and had been kept safe in a bunker. Eventually leaving due to a ration shortage, he realized that there was so little of humanity left. 

"It was just me and these two other guys. We all went our separate ways. It was so stupid really. We would have had a better chance if we stuck together."

Tiran and I spent our days enjoying one another's bodies, and one another's company. We found happiness and bliss in times where happiness was sparingly doled out. We were fortunate, but the time came when he was healed, and I decided to let him fulfill his last wish. I was reluctant, but I understood that to keep him like this meant that he would forever be unhappy. So I let him go, and prayed that God would keep him safe, and that he would come back to me.

***

Several weeks passed and I feared the worst. Not only fearing the loss of Tiran, I was experiencing frightening changes. I was becoming more and more aware of the other life that I carried, and that fear was overwhelming. I was alone, and ill for a good portion of the time. I was trying to muster up the courage to go after him, but risking loosing such a precious gift was difficult for me to swallow.

I fell in love. I fell in real love for the first time. No man or woman before or after could make me feel love like this. I placed all my hope on my child, and could only think our safety.

I cared for Tiran, and my survival without a mate would be difficult in a few months time. Ever so cautiously I planned a trip into the city to inquire of his whereabouts. 

I figured that my best bet would be to see The Overseer. I brought him fresh produce as I would only be asking for information.

When The Overseer received me this time, he was clearly surprised to see me. He looked at me quizzically while asking "Strange seeing you so soon Messenger. To what do I owe this visit?"

"I have brought you fresh vegetables and fruit. I seek information regarding a man that came into the city over two moon cycles past."

"What do you care of anyone other than yourself?" He laughed. My face fell, and I think that threw him off. "You're serious aren't you?" "Who got to you? I'd like to know. Not much gets through to you."

"Sir, this is of the utmost importance. He is my mate. He left to slay The Rex, and..."

The Overseer pounced upon me and grabbed my face in his hands. He kissed me wildly, and clamped down on my lower lip. He growled, and I would have been unable to release myself without losing a large portion of my lip. 

After a few seconds of it he let me go, and I managed to squirm away except for his hands lingering lightly on my shoulders. The taste of blood intrigued my taste buds. I placed my hand over my mouth and looked up at him.

"You've changed girl," he said. "You didn't even try to attack me. What's got you on the defensive? No, I think you're going to stay here with me and be my consort. You aren't going anywhere." 

I imploringly replied, "Please Sir I must find him, I am going to bear his child."

Time and space stood at a standstill while The Overseer tried to digest all of the information.

"I've never known you to lie, but I find that difficult to believe. How is this possible?" He looked down at my stomach. My bulge wasn't noticeable to anyone but myself.

"Maybe nature just always finds a way, or perhaps divine intervention? I don't see how he escaped the biological agent, but his father was involved with the government, so I suppose it's possible." Once released from The Overseer's grip, I managed to keep myself at what felt to be a safe distance from him.

He softened a bit. "Well, if you really are with child, then you need to be protected. This should be a time of great rejoice. I used to be human you know? Now I put these horrible wretches out of their misery, and I wish that I could say that I enjoy all of it. Ah never mind. I will set up a search party, and see what my person on the inside has to say. We will set out in the morning."

The Overseer lived in what would be considered regal, indulgent, and luxurious conditions. I was put up well for the night. I had a suite in an old hotel all to myself, and the finest linens available. The finery and physical comfort of my surroundings did little to calm and comfort my nerves.

First thing in the morning, word was brought to us that Tiran had been brought to an old two story near the valley by Rex followers. They were concerned that he may have wanted to attack, and made a preemptive strike.

The Overseer had an arsenal of weapons, soldiers, and vehicles. He gave them all a pep talk before we left, stressing the importance of my wellbeing, as well as following my orders unless they directly conflicted with his own. I was even assigned one of his own living "shields".

"I don't even feel comfortable taking you with us you know. I also know that you won't hear of not coming, so I'm allowing it," he said in a grave tone.

"Thank you Sir," was all I could muster of a reply. I was quiet the entire journey to the building. I was fearing the worst.

The building was made of typical city building materials. There were many windows which were covered in layers of dust and soot. Weeds had grown up and taken over the outside. We were very close to the valley.

Upon arrival several soldiers with guns kicked through a side door, and cleared the way for The Overseer and myself. 

"The lower level is clear Sir, but we believe that there are more in the layers above us," a rather young man reported.

"Okay, I want four of you in pairs of two to head up the hallway and the stairs before the woman and myself." Following The Overseer's orders, four men readily complied and fell into place.

My heart was racing at this point, and a knot had formed in my stomach. I was jumpy and nervous, but I was well, and still in one piece. Few others could say the same, and so I considered myself fortunate.

The first two men stopped at the top of the stairs and indicated for the rest of us to wait. They disappeared for a few minutes. One of the men came back and whispered something into The Overseer's ear. 

"Thank you soldier," he said in a dim tone. Turning to me, The Overseer said "From what I can tell they've found your man, but it is a grave sight. I want to give you the option to stay here." Ice spread out from my heart, up into my throat, and down my arms. The coldness strangled me. I could not scream or speak. I indicated "no" with my expression and by nodding my head. I tried to focus on breathing.

"Fine, so be it," he said. He placed a gentle but firm hand on my arm and we walked up the stairs together.

There was a large room behind heavy double doors. I could see the shape of a man, or of most of a man lying on the floor. One of the soldiers was standing over him with a pistol aimed at his head.

"He is barely alive Sir; shall I put him out of his misery?" The young man inquired.

"No! This man carries living seed. We will do our best to rehabilitate him, but in the event that we can not, remove his testicles and put them on ice. He does still have his testicles? Correct? Bring him out to the truck." The Overseer waived his hand dismissively and started to walk away. He looked back at me and waited for me to follow.

"Wait! I want to see him." I ran over and crouched over Tiran. "Tiran, Tiran be strong for me!" I reached out and brushed his blood stained hair from his face.

Tiran moaned softly at the sound of his name. I surveyed his body. Both legs had been removed from the knee cap down, and the remaining stumps were bandaged, but looked as though they hadn't been changed in a few days. I touched his arm, and anger seethed up and heated the cold in my chest. I looked up at The Overseer. 

"Let's find this son of a bitch," I growled.

"Yes, let's. I have not killed enough cannibals today in order to satisfy my urges," he replied.

There was a loud ruckus behind us. We turned to see Rex followers spill into the hallway. Soldiers fought to clear the way for us to pass the stairs. Several soldiers hastily grabbed Tiran in order to bring him outside. My adrenaline was pumping now. I took a gun off of a fallen soldier and ran past the stairs falling in line behind The Overseer.

A scout approached us. "I believe The Rex is behind that door Sir." Only my living shield survived out of the two. The Overseer gestured for him to maintain his protection of me. Cautiously, The Overseer grasped the handle of the door. Our scout was caught, fighting in the fray behind us.

The room behind the door was cavernous. The floor was stained a dark rich colour, and a most putrid smell accosted my nostrils. I gagged and spit on the ground. A follower raced at The Overseer and he was caught in combat. My shield ran to the aid him.

The rest of the room appeared mostly empty with the exception of a makeshift stage set up amongst the shadows on the other side of the room. The stains on the floor were the only evidence that people had been here, and that horrible things had occurred.

I walked a short distance in the direction of the shadows. My index finger never left my trigger. There were windows on the south side of the room which overlooked the valley. The valley looked so peaceful, and I imagined being outside and away from all of this...

A familiar voice penetrated my thoughts, and rang out from behind the veil of the shadows. "I'm surprised to see you here Regina. Normally you don't care to leave home."

I spun around and cried "What are you doing here? This place isn't safe!" I was concerned as he appeared to be injured. There was blood all over his clothing, and his face.

He smiled. "It's been awhile hasn't it? I forgot to tell you when we last met; I have finally found love in this world Regina. There is still some left."

"I've found love as well, although I don't think we're talking about the same things. I'm pregnant. Can you believe it? I'm finally with child after all this time, and I wasn't even trying!" I trembled at the sound of those words coming out of my own mouth. My eyes adjusted to the light and my stomach dropped. He was holding a crimson drenched knife, and was taking little care to conceal it. A few feet away in the shadows was a body on the ground. I realized that the blood at his mouth was not his own.

"I know," he replied. "I have ways of finding information as well you know."

I took a step backward and screamed "How could you do this? How could you be like this? I knew you were eccentric, but this is insanity!" My brain could not comprehend this. I could not seem to think fast enough. This was just too surreal. "My girl, you fucking ate my girl! How could you? I loved her, she was all I had!" I had to focus on keeping my breakfast down. "All these people, all these people, you killed them? How could you? How, how could you!" I thought my lungs would burst out of my chest, and my mind out of my head.

He looked at me with a blank expression. "I'm saving them dear. I don't use them for food like those cannibals do. I have heard the voice of a higher power. I cleanse them by taking them into me. Inside me they never die. We are The Rex. We are king, we are salvation, and we will love you most of all. We will."

All I saw were his eyes widening as he bared his teeth, and lunged for me, only to have The Overseer jump in front of me. Stricken, The Overseer fell to the ground. I pulled my gun and backed up several feet.

"I am their wise man Regina. I was their all knowing Doctor, and now I am their God, and I will be your God too. We will finally be like the lovers we should have been. When you are inside of me..."

"No!" I said with conviction. "If you were a wise man, you would know better than to mess with a pregnant woman, and you should certainly know better than to fuck with me!"

At that, I shot him point blank in the face. He made quite the mess.

I heard soldiers rush the room. I crouched over The Overseer to assess his wounds. He was fatally injured, and was struggling to speak.

"Regina!" he gasped. "Regina, my liege..." His voice trailed off. I sighed. The scout and the same young soldier approached me.

"What would you like for us to do now Ma'am? Our leader has named you his successor. What would you have us do?"

"Get this place cleaned up," I said. "And take me home. I just want to go home." 



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This is my second story that I was working on before my injury and edited as best as I could. I am in search of an editor and if this would be something you would be interested in, please contact me. 

Sitting at a bar, nursing a margarita, Elena is in deep thought. 

The day started well. She got up, got dressed and went to work like any other day.

When she got to work, however, it just went to hell.

As she walked through the doors of Tre Bien, the restaurant where she worked as a chef, she was immediately grabbed by Brian, her sous chef and pulled into the kitchen.

"Jeff and Carlos just quit like a few minutes ago! That just leaves you and me to prep and 200 reservations for tonight! I need you to get started!" Brian lets her go long enough for her to get her Chef's Coat and head wrap on. 

"Did you try to get in touch with Chris?"  

"His wife went into labor tonight and he can't make it in! I got to go check on the chicken!" Brian shouts as he rounds the corner to the kitchen. 

After she gears up, she takes a deep breath and walks into the kitchen. She walks around the kitchen and talks with Brian to form a strategy to go forward. She knows the perfect remedy. She reaches down into her knife bag and pulls out her MP3 player, connects it to the radio and presses PLAY. Immediately, the sounds of Five Finger Death Punch's Under and Over It comes over the speakers at full blast. 

Brian looks up from the flour, scattered over his body, smiles, and goes back to prepping the dough. Not one word was said as the metal continued to drive them till the serving crew came in two hours later. 

Some of the crew knew how to prep simple side dishes so a couple of people were pulled to help in the kitchen and the others went about setting up the tables for the reservations. When it came time for family meal, Brian blessed the food and addressed the crowd.

"First off let me thank you guys for coming in and helping. I know some of you stepped out of your comfort zone to help and for that, I thank you. Also, Chris's wife went into labor tonight and he will not be joining us, so we really need to pull together and work as a team tonight. Ask for help if you need it and above all, stay calm. Near the end of the night, we have three large reservations: ten, twenty and twenty five. Divide the work well, ladies and gentlemen and lets get through this night!" 

We all hoisted our glasses and screamed, "YARRR!" 

As we began to eat. Brian sat down by Elena. "We need another cook tonight, Brian." Elena leaned into Brian. Brian thought for a moment. "Jace! Come here a minute!" 

Jace was a kid still in Culinary School, but you could tell he had a knack for wanting to get in the game. He was a server now, just because he said he wanted to wait till he got further into school, but Brian knew he was ready to step in.

"Jace can I speak with you a minute?" 

Jace trots over, plate in hand, and sits down. "What's up man?"

"We need a person to work salad station tonight and I think your ready. Elena and I will be on deck to help you with what ever questions you will have but she believes you are good and so do I. What do you think?" Brian smiles, winking at Jace.

Shocked, it takes Jace a few minutes to shake out of his trance. "Hell yea I'm ready! Let me go get my stuff!" The young man replies, happily running towards the locker room.

The night begins and everything starts off okay, until an irate customer storms to the cash register.



"I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER NOW!" Elena could hear him roar all the way into the kitchen. Brian and Elena look at each other. 

"I don't wanna go out there." Brian jokes. 

"Neither do I, but what do we do?" Elena smirks. 

They play rock, paper, scissors, best two out of three, and Brian wins. Elena glares at him, flipping him off, growls and leaves the kitchen. Before she goes out in public, she takes off her coat and apron, takes a deep breath and walks into chaos.

The customer storms up to Elena and before she can get out a 'Sir, may I help you?', he begins to rant about his bill. He is drawing attention to himself as he goes on about the wine and steak he was charged for and never got. 

His girlfriend, embarrassed, is trying to calm him down, but in his blind rage, he turns and smacks her. She begins to cry and one of the servers goes over to help her with her bloody nose. The man is now even more furious.

"BITCH!!! DID YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" The customer blares in Elena's direction

Elena is in the middle of trying to calm everybody down, when Brian runs from the kitchen. 

"You...your the reason I broke her nose you slut!" Without any warning, he charges towards her at full speed. 

Someone shouts LOOK OUT as he raises his hands to Elena. She ducks just in time, but she loses her balance and slips on her back. As the customer is about to stomp down upon her, Brian steps over Elena just in time to shove him violently out of the way, flying into an unattended table. 

"Sir you need to leave now. We cannot allow you back into this restaurant." Brian stands at the ready, The customer takes a swing at him, Brian blocks, grabs his wrist and quickly side steps behind him. He then shoves the guy into the wall, causing him to lose his breath. Holding his wrist behind his back, Brian holds him till the police get there and arrest him.

Most reservations had left in the middle of the debacle, but they did get the last three reservations since they were the last of the night. Elena was still shocked over the night, but played her MP3 to keep her hopes up. Always a Final Fantasy fan, the extended version of Snow's Theme from FF13 plays as the duo cleans up and gets ready to go home tonight.

"Brian, you wanna go out for a drink? I owe you for saving my ass in there." Elena looks over at Brian, hoping for a positive response. 

"Na. I got a girl I'm meeting up with later, but we can do it some other time. Is that okay?" 

Elena bites back the disappointment in her voice. "We'll do it later. I do owe you though, my friend." They both hug each other and go their separate ways. 

Now she sitting on this bar wishing she had someone to comfort and hold her at the end of a day like this.  



"I know guys usually don't go for big girls like me but damn!" 

Elena finishes her glass of Riesling and walks through the dance floor to the bathroom. After she relieves herself, she took a good look in the mirror. Brushing back her Afro and washing her cinnamon colored skin, she reaches into her purse and reapplies her lipstick. She never wore foundation, her skin smooth enough to not need any. 

She looked down at her arms, a little pudgy and scattered with burns from her battles in the kitchen, making sure she had no residual flour on her skin. "Might as well go home and take a shower. Thank God I have a day off tomorrow." She thinks to herself as she walks out of the bathroom and back through the dance floor. 

As she walks through the throng of sweaty bodies, the song All Nite, Don't Stop by Janet Jackson calls to her, asking for just one dance. Her body becomes swept up in the beat, the sensuality of the music as it holds her in its drowning embrace. She puts her hands on her hips and starts swaying back and forth, closing her eyes, raising her hands to the ceiling, this energy coursing through her veins. 

Luke had been sitting in the back, sipping on a rum and coke, enjoying a night where he could just be to himself. He loved to people watch, seeing how people interacted with each other. As he glanced to the dance floor, his gray eyes fell on this luscious big boned cutie. She was still dressed in her chef pants and Rurouni Kenshin t shirt, but she still looked carefree. She wasn't trying to attract anyone and with the smile on her face, she looked as if she didn't care if she did. She was in her own little world, and he wanted in. 

Finishing his drink, he placed the glass down and makes his way towards this gem before she gets away. 

Her underwear is already damp from the notes fondling her body. No concern can get to her head about the possibility of her body being sore after her long day. She is so entrapped in her world that when hands grip her from behind, she is drawn out just for a moment. 

Stormy Grey eyes gaze down upon her, filled with such naughty secrets. This bulky Italian temptation observing lips that just screamed to be kissed. His lips speak in silence. 'May I dance with you, my beauty?' 

Her mind glazed over with lust, the beat summons her inner flirt. She winks, smiles and backs into his arms. As they connect, her backside to his groin, the bond sends a bolt of arousal to her pussy, crying for need of release. His body responds in kind, his swollen dick pressing into her ass. 

As the song switches over to Lil Freak by Usher, her trance gets deeper as she starts a slow grind, as her hips talking to his dick a secret message that only these two share. Luke can't believe that he is so close to losing it with a woman on the dance floor barely kissing or touching her! Encompassing her soft curves, he glides his hand into her pants and begins to feather her clit with the rhythm of the music. 

She gazes up, watching his lips move lip syncing with the song............

'Be my lil freak, be my lil freak, let her put her hands in your pants, be my lil freak'. She wants to be his lil freak, even if its just for one night.

He reaches one hand in her shirt, playing with her nipples like a conductor, flicking and caressing the breast he wanted to suck on all night long. His other hand deep into her now dripping pussy he slides one finger in. 

"She's so tight!" Luke growls as Elena reaches one hand, hanging on to his neck with the other in his pants to meet up with whats been talking to her horny mind. She can barely put her hand around him, stroking up and down, feeling his precome drizzling over her hand. 

The dance floor, loaded to the brim, now became just the two of them, at this point more concerned with this connection that they did not want to break. This erotic dance becomes too much for Luke as he grabs her waist, bringing her close. 

He leans over her, his hand shooting three fingers deep in her pussy and gives her kiss, setting off an explosion starting from their toes and echoing through their minds as they groan in unison, squirting all over their fingers. As the song ends, the people start to leave the dance floor, but they still stand,or rather Elena's frame is supported by this dashing mystery man. 

Luke pulls Elena back to a booth and they both sit, trying to calm down from this wonderful experience. Luke savors the taste on his fingers, tasting this sweet nectar from this chocolate goddess. 

Elena is shocked. She was used to being the nerdy one who didn't fit in. Now she's grinding on the dance floor with a guy, fine yea but a stranger none the less! She starts to panic and tries to leave, but this guy won't let her go. 'Oh God!' Her mind cringes as she turns around to see what fate had in store.

Luke can feel the unsure emotions coming through her body. 'She's so cute when she cums. I wonder what else I can find out about her.' Luke ponders as she finally turns around and their eyes meet. He smiles at her, leans her over and kisses her, softly. 

"Madam, my name is Luke Barrington. May I get a chance to get to know you?"

Elena blinks twice. 'He can NOT be thinking about me'. Her face tinting a light crimson as the shyness rushes back to her at full force. "I don't know...I'm not usually like this. Um,my name is Elena James. Can we go outside for a while? I really need to cool off!" She gives him a timid grin as he laced his fingers with hers, strolling out of the bar, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. . 

All comments are not only welcomed but appreciated and hopefully you will enjoy this. For those who read my first story Even Scars Are Beautiful, I am working on the second chapter right now and will soon be ready to put that out. 

I can see how these other authors have problems putting things out now, especially when you have other projects dancing in your head and fingers. 



For those who have supported me throughout this testing of the waters, thank you.(italics)

The Dark Phoenyx (italics)



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Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors have accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one week from today.

Disclaimer: Because part of the fun of this challenge is the secrecy of the partners I would like to ask that readers and fellow authors alike refrain from posting their guesses in the comments section as we would like the scoring to be as fair as possible.





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The bright sunlight streamed down onto the cool spring morning, awakening Charlotte early. Jeff arose and left her apartment shortly thereafter, suddenly announcing that he was going to be away for the rest of the weekend. In truth she was glad about that. They had little in common except their work, and she wondered once again why she stayed with him. Even as she had the thought she banished it. He was everything she aspired to be; rich, successful and popular, both professionally and personally.

Feeling restless, she decided to go out for a drive and spend some time working on her journal. She had first started writing in it as an exercise at college, where her boyfriend had insisted she keep one. She smiled thinking of him. He had been her teacher, her mentor, and her lover, and had taught her more than just the science involved in viticulture and oenology. He had taught her about the passion of life, and finding the things she was passionate about.

She packed some apples and a couple of cookies into a small backpack and headed out the door. She drove south through the outskirts of the small town to where an open field bordered a creek that she had found when she had first moved here to work at the winery. She pulled to the side of the road and parked her car on the shoulder, just before the tiny bridge that passed over the small span of water. Grabbing her backpack, she climbed between the wooden bars of the fence and crossed the corner of the field to a weeping willow that beckoned her like an old friend.

She had gotten herself settled on the mossy bank and taken out her journal when she heard the whinny and smiled. She hadn't seen the old horse when she arrived. Taking an apple from her bag, she got up from the hidden spot that she favored and stepped back out into the sunshine. The old horse stomped his foot at her, causing her to laugh. "I didn't forget you," she said softly while feeding the horse his apple and rubbing his nose.

"I'm sorry I haven't been down here for a while," she said as she stroked his long neck. She was rewarded with a snort and nuzzle at her shoulder. Running her fingers through his mane, she untangled the worst knots and gave him the attention he seemed to enjoy. She had been frightened by the big roan when she had first started coming to this spot and had brought him apples in an effort to bribe him into a pseudo friendship. She now realized how much she enjoyed their little ritual when she came down to the creek.

The horse's ears pricked up as if he heard something she couldn't and he turned his head. Charlotte had never seen an owner come to see the horse when she had been here, but as she patted his neck once more she had no doubt he was well looked after for an aging horse. The horse snorted and turned, moving away from her. Charlotte looked to see what had caught his attention, and she saw a small figure at the other end of the field. Not wanting to be accused of trespassing, she slipped back into the shadows and hoped she had not been seen. She went back to where she had left her things and quickly grabbed her backpack, wanting to head back to her car.

She could see the horse's owner jogging at a light pace toward her as she emerged from under the tree and headed toward her car. Turning as she maneuvered through the wooden posts of the fence, she saw the big man and the horse close the distance between them. As she looked with wide eyes, the man stopped in his tracks and the horse cantered happily toward her, leaning over the fence to nuzzle at her empty hand.

"I'm sorry," she began to say, "I didn't mean any harm." Charlotte's mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wider still as she looked into the dark, brooding face of Ralph Watson. She backed up toward her car as he advanced. "I just gave him an apple to let me sit near the creek," she tried to explain in a small frightened voice. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, repeating herself and getting into her car and driving off. Ralph had not said a word.





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Ralph glanced at the paper with feigned indifference. He wasn't at all shocked to be paired up with Charlotte. Since the death of his parents, Ralph had come to expect the worst. He had yet to consider that his mood and demeanor may well have been what delivered problems to his doorstep, but he seemed to be on the verge of learning just that. 

With lunch finished and her concerns about Suzette still lingering, Charlotte walked down a set of stone steps along with her coworkers, headed down to the cellars. She had sought out Ralph and walked beside him. Nervously, she spoke to the beast.

"I like to get in early and get jump on the day," she said to him. "Would you like to join me, or should I just meet you in the foyer at your normal starting time?"

Ralph glanced over at Charlotte, noticing for the first time her captivating green eyes. "I don't start before eight," he replied. "I'll meet you in the foyer."

Charlotte nodded, breathing a small sigh of relief. She felt she had to ask, but was quite nervous about the prospect of being alone in the cellars with Ralph. She turned to say something else, but her heel caught on a jagged edge of stone on the stairway and she started to fall forward, about to tumble down the stairs. In an instant, and in a single fluid motion, Ralph's hands shot out, grabbing Charlotte around the waist and effortlessly righting her on her feet. He didn't release her until she had regained her balance and composure.

"Thank you, Ralph. I guess I really shouldn't wear heels like this to work in the castle. I just thought with the meeting and all," she said, trailing off.

The big man nodded at her, but didn't say anything. In his head, he thought that although those heels were foolish to work in, they certainly did make Charlotte's legs look quite lovely. Quite lovely indeed.

Later, down in the cool cellar, Charlotte replayed the incident in her mind. It was as if she could still feel Ralph's strong hands wrapped around her trim waist, and how easily he had picked her up. It frightened her, but at the same time, sent a little thrill through her body. Checking the temperature on the wall thermometer, Charlotte wondered why it felt so warm down in the cellar all of a sudden.





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"Sounds good," she replied with a smile.

As they reached the main floor, Ralph turned to Charlotte. "We don't officially switch places until the afternoon. Why don't you drive us to lunch?"

"Oh. Sure. Let me just go upstairs and get my keys," said Charlotte as she started up the next flight of stairs.

Ralph breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had dodged a bullet. There was no way he wanted to have her join him in that filthy wreck that he rode around in. She thought little enough of him as it was. He didn't need to add to that. A minute later, Charlotte was back down the stairs, leading him to her car in the parking lot. Ralph walked a few feet behind her, admiring her shapely little ass as she walked. Charlotte caught a glimpse of him watching her as she glanced over her shoulder, and she blushed and broke into a little smile. She nearly giggled, picturing her being Faye Wray to his King Kong.

Charlotte unlocked the doors with her key fob, and the two of them got into the car. She drove a mid-sized Ford Fusion which felt quite roomy to her. However, Ralph seemed to consume the empty space in the car, making her feel as if he were nearly on top of her. Suddenly feeling quite nervous, she started to drive. It struck her that her nervousness was no longer a fear of him. Not exactly, anyway. His presence was instead giving her butterflies in her tummy. Recalling her early morning dream, she wondered what it would really be like to be kissed and manhandled by the beast. Blushing yet again, she maneuvered the car into a parking spot and opened her door and got out.

They walked into the busy restaurant and got in line. There was a menu board written in chalk behind the ordering counter, and Charlotte stood looking at it, trying to decide what she might want. 

"I'm not sure what I want to get," she said to Ralph.

"You're getting the pulled pork," he replied as he walked up to the counter. 

"Can I help y'all?" the counter person asked.

"I want two of the pulled pork sandwiches, two sides of fried pickle chips and baked beans, and two medium sweet teas."

"That will be sixteen eighty-two, sir."

Ralph handed the clerk a twenty, waving Charlotte away as she offered to pay. "My treat today. You go find us a seat at one of those picnic tables outside."

"Okay. Thank you, Ralph," she said, then headed for the side door leading out to the tables. She found a table with room for them and sat, waiting for him to bring the food. She was thinking about how decisive he had been with the ordering. She chuckled to herself, thinking that Jeff would be more of a girl about ordering than she. They would have stood there for a half hour trying to decide.

Ralph arrived at the table, removing the food from the tray and placing it in front of each of them. He walked over and dropped the tray into a rack near the garbage pails, then returned to the table and sat down across from Charlotte. 

"Dig in," he said to her with a grin.

"Oh my God. There is no way I'm going to be able to eat all of this," she moaned.

"You'd better. You're going to need the energy this afternoon. We have a lot of work to do."

Charlotte demurely bit into her sandwich, struggling to stay as neat as possible. In contrast, Ralph took a huge, messy bite of his. After he chewed, he looked at her and chuckled.

"It's barbeque, Charlie. You're supposed to get dirty eating it."

She frowned at him, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Please don't call me that. I had to listen to that all throughout school. I really don't care for it."

He gave her an evil grin, filing that fact away for future reference. "Hey, at least your name isn't slang for puking. Imagine going through that for your entire life?"

"Did kids make fun of you growing up?" she asked.

"Not to my face. I think they were afraid of me. Kind of how you are afraid of me, you know?"

Charlotte blushed. "I...I'm not afraid of you, Ralph. Wh...why would you say that?" she stammered.

"It's okay. I'm used to it. Sometimes I even like it. It makes people keep their distance."

"Oh," replied Charlotte, looking down. She took another bite of her sandwich, then looked up at him with her big green eyes. He was watching her with interest. "Can you tell me about your horse?"

Ralph paused, popping a couple of the pickle chips into his mouth before answering. "Sir Charles?"

"Is that his name? I like it," Charlotte said with a smile.

"Just don't call him Charlie," Ralph laughed.

Charlotte giggled and rolled her eyes. "I never pegged you for a wiseass."

Ralph shrugged. "My dad bought Sir Charles when I was a kid. He had a good pedigree, and was supposed to be a champion racehorse. That never happened, so he ended up being my pet."

"Did your dad ever buy any other horses?"

"No. My parents died about ten years ago. Car accident."

Charlotte put a hand to her mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry, Ralph. I had no idea."

"Yeah, well. There's a reason I'm stuck with such an illustrious career as a cellar rat."

Charlotte sat there in silence, finishing her lunch and feeling angry with herself. It was quite easy to judge people when you knew nothing about them. She really needed to keep that in mind.

They finished up in relative quiet, as neither felt the urge to break the awkward silence that ensued. Then they headed back to the winery. After a quick trip to the restroom, they met in the foyer and went back down to the cellar together. Ralph checked in with his cellar master, then returned to Charlotte.

"We have a couple jobs this afternoon. We need to move some barrels over to the filtration room, and then take some empties back out and clean them."

"Okay. How do we move them?"

"We move them around with a forklift, but we will have to move some of the empties by hand. C'mon over here and get into the forklift. My turn to drive now."

Charlotte followed Ralph, getting into the cab of the forklift next to him. It was close quarters, and she found herself pressed up against him in the small space. It made her breathe funny as she thought about how rock solid his body felt against hers. Ralph backed up the vehicle, then expertly guided it in front of a rack full of barrels. He guided the forklift into place and fiddled with the mechanism, and a moment later they were moving the rack into the filtration room. They made several trips into the room, and after the last they got out of the forklift to deal with empties. 

April was busy showing Jeff how to pump wine from full barrels into the filtration tanks. Once the barrel she had been working on was empty, she asked Jeff to move it to a rack where the empties were being gathered. Jeff was struggling to move the empty barrel, prompting April to nudge him out of the way. "For Christ's sake, put some muscle into it," she snapped. She grabbed hold of the barrel and lifted it up over her head, sliding it into an empty spot on the top of a rack.

Jeff blushed, and looked quite displeased when he saw Ralph snickering at him. Charlotte turned her back to him, bringing a hand to her mouth to conceal a bit of a smile. Ralph effortlessly added a few more empties to the rack, filling it to capacity. He and Charlotte got back into the forklift, capturing the rack full of barrels and moving it over to the cleaning room.

"How much do those barrels weigh?" Charlotte asked him.

"About one hundred twenty pounds when new. Once they've been used, they weigh more because the fluid soaks into the wood."

"There's no way I'll be able to lift those," she said.

"I'll take them down, and I'll show you how to roll them. See those drains in the floor? We want them close to those."

Charlotte nodded her head in understanding. Ralph took several barrels down off the rack, then stood behind Charlotte. Bringing his arms around her, he took her hands and placed them on either side of the rim of the barrel. He tilted the barrel back towards her.

"When you tilt the barrel enough, it will reach a point where it will seem weightless, with each half of the barrel counterbalancing against the other. Do you feel that now?" he asked her, releasing her hands.

"Yes. Wow. It's like it weighs nothing."

Returning his hands to hers, he started to turn the barrel, making it roll. "You move it like this, just rolling it, but you need to move slowly enough to keep it balanced. Understand?"

Charlotte nodded. She was listening and watching, but she was also acutely aware that she could feel his breath on the side of her neck as he spoke. It caused her heart speed up, and made her feel flushed.

Ralph stepped back as the overwhelming urge to taste her neck rose up in him and watched as Charlotte rolled the barrel over to the drain. 

"Good. You did really well. Let's get a bunch over there, then we can start to clean them."

Charlotte slowly rolled the barrels as Ralph grabbed them two at a time and carried them over. She couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms as he moved the barrels around as if they were empty plastic trash cans. Once they had moved a couple dozen barrels, Ralph picked up some odd looking thing with two hoses attached to it.

"This is what we'll clean the barrels with, Char. We connect this to the top of the barrel, and this hose fills the barrel with hot water. The other hose is the drain hose. See how it is relatively short? We lay this down by one of the drains. Once the barrel is full, we flip this other switch on the pump, and it will allow water to run out of the drain hose into the drain on the floor. We keep the water running until the drain water runs clear. We'll empty the barrel then, and move it to that other rack over there. Got it?"

"Yeah. I'm ready," Charlotte replied with a smile. It wasn't lost on her that Ralph had called her Char. It unsettled her that she didn't mind. In fact, it made her smile inside. He wasn't at all like the man she had pegged him as. The image of her old neighbor flittered through her mind and she wondered how she could have ever thought they were similar.

They worked through the afternoon, once again falling into long awkward silences between Charlotte's questions and Ralphs comments on how she was doing. Ralph was surprised that she had not acted like the princess he thought of her as. By the time they had finished, she had been splashed all over by the dregs of the lees that had lined the dirty barrels. Her diminutive height had not given her the reach of the mostly male cellar rats, and splashes that normally failed to reach even the legs of their jeans had soaked her. 

The final straw had been when she had accidently knocked the hose filling the barrel, and it had reared up in an uncompromising arc, hitting her in the face and making her cry out in both shock and dismay. She just stood letting the water rush around her feet, feeling totally out of her depth doing this job. She didn't have the size or strength to be able to manage the equipment.

Ralph held back a chuckle as he picked up the splashing hose and inserted it back into the barrel. "There are some towels over by the lockers," he mumbled, trying to hold back his mirth and nodding his head in the direction of the lockers and adjoining bathrooms. "Go clean up. I'll finish up here. Most of it is done anyway."

She felt so dejected at that point she didn't even considering arguing with him and walked off, her shoes sloshing with the water that had filled them. Taking a greying towel she walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, glad that Stuart couldn't see her now. He would definitely not approve of the drowned rat look she had going on. She gave a derisive half laugh. At least she had managed to be a rat of some description. Charlotte removed her shoes and socks, dumping them into the grimy basin. She then stripped off her jeans, trying to ring some of the water from them.

She spent time trying without much success to fix her hair and repair what was left of her makeup so she didn't look quite so bad. Looking at her watch, she realized that the afternoon had gone by and that she had probably delayed Ralph by making the seemingly simple job of cleaning barrels take twice as long as usual. Having done as much as she could, she tried to drag on her wet jeans but found it almost impossible. She went to look for an old lab coat the assistants sometimes left down here in case of spillages and found several in the cupboard beneath the sink. Choosing the larger one, she wrapped it around her half-naked body like a dress and buttoned it up. Discarding the wine stained socks, she slipped on the shoes she would have to throw away once she got home. Leaving the bathroom, she could see April, who had been with Jeff, on the other side of the cellar helping Ralph move the barrels back onto a rack and clean up the area.

"Oh man. I wish I could have seen it," April laughed loudly. She proceeded to speak with a high voice and an affected pose. "I'm meant to be a princess. Seriously I don't do this shit!" then burst out laughing again as Ralph joined her in making fun of Charlotte with his loud chuckle. In that moment all of the good will she had felt towards Ralph throughout the day evaporated and she straightened her back, determined to be pleasant and get this day over and done with quickly.

"We're about done here," Ralph said with a half-smile, noticing her standing there with her jeans and shirt draped over her arm and wearing only a lab coat.

"Good," Charlotte said abruptly, approaching a barrel and attempting to tilt it as Ralph had shown her earlier.

"Leave it," Ralph said, taking the barrel from her. "You did well. I can finish this." Truthfully she was grateful, but she hated that they had been laughing at her and she felt so foolish so she bristled and snapped.

"I'm supposed to work with you," she said with an edge to her voice.

"Actually," Ralph said, clearly confused by the reappearance of her bitchy attitude, "you were supposed to shadow me. So you have done that, you can go now." He turned his back as if dismissing her. 

"Tell you what," she said in clipped tones. "I'll leave when you leave, but I will do you a favor and stand over there and check the temperature on the barrels so you and your friends can continue laughing at me. She turned and tried to walk away with some pride, but rather than the heels that would normally click with authority across the floor, her sneakers squelched with every step, making her feel even more foolish.

Ralph was glad he had his back to her as she spoke and she could not see the look of remorse that came over his face as he wondered how much Charlotte had heard of what April had said. In truth, all he had said was that she had gone to clean up, but he had not defended her either when April started do her princess impersonations. He wasn't about to apologize or make excuses. This was the real Charlotte, the bitch he had always known. The girl he had spent the day with was just an aberration, an act, he told himself.

April had left after hearing her words, not wanting to be caught in the middle of trouble during these team building exercises. Charlotte and Ralph proceeded to ignore each other until they were ready to leave. Walking up the stairs in silence once again, Charlotte felt overwhelmed by his huge brooding presence and she walked faster until they hit the foyer. 

"Goodbye Ralph," she said stiffly. 

"You're not leaving?" Ralph asked equally stiffly.

"I'm just going up to get my things and check on that barrel we had the problem with today. You go, the official day is over now," Charlotte said.

"I'll come. You can blame me for how you look. I don't care," he mumbled. "It shows you actually tried, even though you are obviously far too small to do my job." He watched her as she seemed to bite back an angry retort.

"I made the mistake. It's fine I can handle it. Just go please Ralph," she sighed, obviously exhausted from the day she had. "The day is over. Honestly, I'm just grabbing my stuff and checking the test results. I won't blame you for anything. You have my word."

It was Ralph's turn to bristle. He had said she could blame him; he wasn't fucking worried about it. He was not one to surrender so easily, especially to women. However, he no longer wanted to deal with the bitchy Charlotte that he was so accustomed to, so he shrugged and walked out of the castle. He got into his car and drove to the honky tonk bar. The parking lot was nearly empty, and he walked in and sat down at the bar. Tammy spied him and came over with a big smile.

"You're early, Ralph. You must have had a hell of a day."

"Give the woman a prize," grumbled Ralph. "How about a burger and some fries, Tam. I'm hungry as hell. Make the burger a double with bacon, Okay?"

"Sure, sugar," Tammy replied with a smile. She poured him a beer and placed it in front of him, then went through a swinging door leading into the kitchen to give his order to the cook.

Like many roadside joints, the bar had a limited menu. Ralph would come in for dinner once a week or so, which is how he got to know Tammy. Once the place got busy, there was no time for small talk. Ralph took a pull of his beer, then turned and watched the evening's band set up on the small stage on one side of the room. Needing to pee, he got up from the barstool and walked over to the bathroom, stepping through the small door and going inside.

Charlotte turned off her car and sat there a moment, the humiliation of the latter part of the day consuming her. Holding back her sobs, she opened the car door and stepped out into the dusty parking lot. She was relieved that Jeff had whined that he was too exhausted to come over tonight. She really just wanted to be alone. Feeling fortunate that she had a bag of old clothes in her trunk that she was going to donate, she had changed into something dry and clean. The Salvation Army could wait another few days, she told herself. Locking her car, she walked over to the door of the building and walked inside.

The place was nearly empty, which shocked Charlotte. She had never seen it like this before, but then, she had never been here this early before either. She marched right up to the bar and sat down at a stool. Tammy walked over and smiled. "What'll you have," she asked.

"Hi. I'd like a vodka and soda with a twist of lime please," replied Charlotte. With the day she'd had, she needed a drink. She was really beginning to see Ralph in a new light, and then he had let his true colors show. She was angry with herself for letting her guard down. 

Tammy turned and placed the drink in front of her. "Here you go Hon," she said. "You want to start a tab?"

"Thanks. No tab," Charlotte replied, handing Tammy a twenty. She turned to watch the band setting up as Tammy placed her change on the bar.

Ralph barely noticed the woman sitting at the bar with her back to him when he came out of the bathroom. He settled back onto his barstool, waving at Tammy for another beer. She poured him another, then went into the kitchen, returning with his food. She placed it in front of him along with a napkin and a bottle of ketchup.

"You wanna talk about it, Ralph?"

"No. I just want to forget it," he replied with his deep voice, taking a bite of his burger.

Charlotte's eyes went wide as she recognized the voice behind her. She slowly turned on the stool and faced the bar, glancing in his direction. Ralph sensed her gaze and turned, catching her green eyes with his. He gave her a little nod and went back to his burger. 

Charlotte blushed and fumed at the same time. All she wanted was a drink. Did she really have to be subjected to him again? She decided that she was going to stand her ground and not rush out of the bar. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She sipped her drink, trying to look calm and relaxed.




The Rhythm of the Heart



There is no name for a woman like me. Most people would prefer to keep me chained in their fantasies than admit there might be a real chance of meeting me in the street one day. Life has been good to me. I have it all - looks, money, university accolades, a great job, a top range sports car, and several penthouse apartments around the world. Some might say I'm a great catch, but those who know me would be more inclined to say that I'm the one who does the hunting. My sexual appetite is voracious. More importantly, there isn't a single woman in this world, lesbian, bisexual or simply curious, who can resist my charms. Love doesn't enter into the equation. I am not a romantic. What I crave and provide is the kind of breath-taking sex that can change a woman's outlook on life forever. This is what makes me dangerous. You can call me what you like, but to my friends, I'm simply Tanya. 

At 5 foot 11, with long dark hair, emerald eyes and a figure that's bronzed and toned, there is never any shortage of willing partners. Most women aren't even aware of their preferences before meeting me. Doctors, lawyers, film stars, store clerks - my list of conquests is varied as it is endless. My world is a bed of oysters, and the women who inhabit it its pearls. 

They have all been good in their sweet and vulnerable ways, but there was one in particular who came dangerously close to breaking the defences of my heart. What made her special was that I had no knowledge of her name, profession, nationality, background, or any of the other little details through which women like to define themselves. She was beautiful in her own terms.

It was a sultry night in the summer of June, 2001 when she drifted into my life. A club deep in the heart of London's Soho area, ablaze with the flashing lights and pounding bass of Europe's dance culture. I am standing amidst a sea of people, swarming and surging to the beat, yet she stands out from the crowd. The second I spot her in the centre of the room, I feel a familiar tightening sensation between my legs. I am mesmerised.

One thing is for sure, she knows how to move. She is at one with the music - the inspiration behind every erotic lyric of the past, future, and smouldering present. As she dances, a single beam of light catches her ivory face, illuminating it and drawing me in closer. I smile at the attempts of others to win her heart, or at least her favour. At first glance, the secret rhythms of her soul seem impenetrable, but to me, there is nothing more satisfying than a challenge. She is the moth, and I the flames of her desire.

The corners of the room are already packed with horny couples, kissing, touching, and licking in the confusion of shadows, their moans of ecstasy drowning in the music. As I approach, I notice how she glances over at some of them, the lust evident in her sea-blue eyes. At this range, I am able to appreciate every sexual detail of her fantastic body - the softness of her lips, the gentle curves of her breasts, and the way her nipples harden beneath her thin top when she catches my gaze. She blushes slightly, allowing her long, thick eyelashes to fall in submission, before turning away. 

Making the most of the push and shunt of the crowd, I edge in closer still, until I can almost smell her perfume on the breeze. Soon, I am moving to the music right in front of her. For a split second, our eyes meet, and a million things pass unspoken between us. There is hunger in her gaze, but also a fragility that stirs something unfamiliar inside my heart. What it is, I don't know, but I sense immediately that there is no longer any reason to be subtle in examining the firm outline of her nipples. I lean forward to breathe a few words of enchantment into her ear, but she is already one step ahead of me.

Breaking the mould of all previous seductions, she inclines her head in a way that brings her lips into contact with mine. I am rattled, but determined to stay in control of the situation. Putting my arms around her, I pull her into the heat of my body. Her reward for blowing my preconceptions is a kiss intended to shake the foundations of her soul. I suck slowly and gently on those sweet lips for an even sweeter eternity, massaging them with my own until I can feel her melting under my touch and her heart threatening to pound free from its cage. Breathless, we break away, and for the first time I see a hint of fear in her eyes. The animal lust that exists within every one of us has apparently won her over for the first time. It makes no difference that we are in a room packed with people. It makes no difference that our public display might provoke censure from some of the narrower minds present. She wants me more than she has ever wanted anyone before, and I find myself longing for the moment when she accompanies me back to my hotel room.

Reassuringly, I resume the kiss, sliding my hands down to curves of her butt cheeks and beginning a deep massage. It's amazing how much pleasure can be derived from such a simple action. Without realising it, she has spread her legs in subconscious invitation, causing her short skirt to tighten like the skin of a drum. I am left with only one option and take it, my fingers creeping underneath to explore the abundance of flesh provided by her thong.

We grind together for a little while under the guise of the music. When I am aroused, my clit becomes swollen to the point of protruding through the fabric of my panties - when and if I happen to be wearing them. On this occasion, I'm not, and as she feels my wetness soak through her thong, my clit probing hers, she gives a low moan.

"Relax, sweetheart," I whisper, directing my soft kisses to her neck, "I'm going to take very good care of you..."

I make no pretences to be anything but a pro in this game - I am always open, and always prepared. Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a small pair of nail scissors. She flinches at the feel of the cold steel against her pussy, but stands obediently as I snip my way through her undergarment. It falls to the ground, and with another crowd surge is left metres behind us.

For a while, I leave her to enjoy the flow of cold air against her naked pussy, directing my attention to her lips for the umpteenth time. Strobes are now ripping through the air, distorting everything in sight, and reducing those around to us to jerky silhouettes. The atmosphere is unreal, and suddenly I feel caught in a fantasy of my own. Seizing the opportunity, I take her hands in mine and pull them inside my blouse. She offers no resistance.

As her inexperienced fingers come into contact with my bare breasts, she freezes. My body has been blessed with a firmness that requires little extra support. The bras that I own are merely for the sake of display, part of designer two-piece sets that are suitable for raising the pulse of chambermaids worldwide. Left to my own devices, I rarely bother with the constrictions of underwear. The thrill of being naked beneath my clothes is just one of my many pleasures in life.

The strobes fade and stutter away, her hands still resting uncertainly over my breasts. It feels as though we just lost our golden opportunity. Once again, we are in the glare of a spectrum of flashing colours, lit up for the world to watch. But once again, I have underestimated her. With a mischievous smile and a boldness far from her demure appearance, she takes the weight of my breasts in her hands, feeding off the incredulous stares of those closest to us. The queen of erotica, not even I would have considered going so far in so public an arena.

My nipples tingle as her thumbs circle lightly around them, no millimetre of skin escaping. I hold my breath, spellbound. Without even looking down, I know that my nipples have become rock hard under her gentle touch. As her fingers close around them, we sink into a kiss of awesome intensity, our tongues colliding and twisting over one another, no ounce of passion spared. I feel her breath coming faster and shallower as she squeezes and rolls my nipples, and struggle to maintain my own composure. It is a situation I have never encountered in my entire life - the ice queen is beginning to melt. 

A sudden indignation overcomes me and pushes my lust further than I could have dreamed. She is for the taking, and if she wants that process to take place in the company of hundreds of people, then so be it. With tantalising slowness, I trail my fingers towards the front of her body, and begin to work them up the soft insides of her thighs. Her eyes spring open, panic-stricken but unfocussed. There is no stopping me now.

I place a gentle hand behind her neck, on the off chance that she might pull back and disappear into the crowds, but it proves unnecessary. As my fingers approach their sacred target, I realise that she is dripping wet, her sticky thighs giving me all the encouragement I need.

In one slick move, my hand is holding her pussy firmly. It is my possession, and she knows it. Checkmate. Her legs wobble slightly as she fights to comprehend what is being done to her. It's wrong, it's inappropriate, but no reasoning could ever eclipse the thrill of this moment. 

I feel her hands enclose my breasts as I push my own hand upwards. There can be no escaping my stubborn hold, and she rests her forehead against my shoulder in utter submission. I massage the back of her neck, and we slowdance, her movements emanating more and more from her hips. She parts her legs a little further - enough to cause my middle finger to slip between her pussy lips. I give a chuckle at her impatience, and slide it slowly forwards, passing over her throbbing clit right up towards my mouth.

For a split second, she looks up and appears on the verge of passing out. I run my tongue over the tip of my finger, before taking it completely into my mouth and sucking off every drop of her nectar, my eyes not leaving hers. Her pussy tastes every bit as sweet as I had imagined.

There is little time to waste. Although the club will be open for a while longer, and my patience is eternal, I can sense that my new lover is close to exploding. Making love is an art form in which I am one of the grand mistresses. When it comes to women, I pride myself on being able to judge their state of arousal from initial eye contact to the point of no return. Furthermore, I can tell at just one glance the type of orgasm a woman craves - whether it's the result of slow seduction, erotic play, or downright domination. The first is a gift, the second a result of years of experience. While my gift is serving me true on this occasion, my experience is useless, for the beauty standing in front of me is a law unto herself - just like me. 

I reach back under the hem of her skirt, relying on the bond of female intuition that is growing between us. She thrusts herself immediately towards my fingers. Placing two fingers firmly on the outer lips of her pussy, I spread it wide open, and hold it in that position. She moans softly into my shoulder as the seconds tick by. It must feel like a waiting game, the ultimate tease. She gazes up at me desperately, burning in lust. 

I am walking a tightrope, and I am all too aware of it. Ahead of me the ambitious goal of arousing her even further, and either side of it the possibility of pushing her to an orgasm that has yet to reach its full potential. To add to the challenge, this woman has the most sensitive and receptive body I have ever come across. By now, women are usually moaning and writhing and asking me where I've been for the duration of their lives so far. This time, the stiletto is on the other foot. I never want this moment to end. 

Slowly, I ease my middle finger up towards the centre of her pussy, stretching it out along the length of the soft, moist flesh. I feel her clit throb against my knuckle, and my own pussy beginning to flood. She rocks back and forth in time with the music, her clit caressing my finger and sending wave after wave of rapture through my body. 

Before long, her movements are so intense that I feel my fingertip beginning to slide inside her. I pull back. There is still some ground to be covered yet. Locking my finger into a position that's just teasing the entrance of her pussy, I begin to tickle her, trailing my finger with a feather-light touch over all the sensitive nerve endings in that area. One by one, I feel muscles of her pussy relax. If I were in a situation that allowed me to lay her out on the floor and spread her legs, I am sure that the entrance of her pussy would be gaping in readiness for my long fingers.

I release the sides of her pussy, allowing them to fall together around my finger. Slowly, I slide my finger towards her clit, and begin a steady, but firm massage. She lowers her head further so that I can feel her lips against the top of my breast. As I touch the most intimate part of her body, I am aware of her weight bearing down heavier and heavier upon me, but with my ultimate goal in sight, I have more than enough strength to support her.

My hand moves down to the centre of her back, steadying her while I play a rhapsody on her clit, but it doesn't stay there. As my fingers brush over her perfect butt, I feel the tension in the muscles that's begging release. I follow the curves, suddenly stopping the movement of my finger over her clit so that she can appreciate what is about to take place in the opposite end of her pussy. She shudders when my fingers make contact with the soft wetness, moaning into my breast. I can feel the pulse racing through her clit and the early contractions of a colossal orgasm.

I run my finger over her clit once more, and feel her pulling my two fingers inside. Never one to disappoint, I thrust them all the way inside her, right up to my knuckles, before pulling them back out again and doing the same thing once more. My pace increases, and soon I am fucking her fast and hard, giving her clit more attention than it has ever received in its life, no doubt. She climaxes with the first penetration, her pussy muscles squeezing against my probing fingers in uncontrollable ecstasy, but I continue to fuck her, pumping in and out of her tight pussy in the rhythm of love.

Orgasm after orgasm racks her defeated body, the contractions in her pussy so powerful that soon I can hardly move my fingers. People are now staring openly, not quite able to see the details, but aware that something out of the ordinary is taking place before their incredulous eyes. I stop only when I feel her body slump into mine. At first, it seems that she has passed out, but soon I feel her shaking like a brittle leaf in the breeze. She is sobbing her heart out.

I slide my fingers out of her exhausted pussy, and hold her for a slow, sweet an eternity. The post-orgasmic female - fragile and in need of tenderness. Where the woman in my arms is concerned, I have it in abundance. No longer part of a well-rehearsed ritual, I feel it coming from my heart. Placing one hand against her back, I run my fingers through her soft hair. My entire life flashes before my eyes - my conquests, my restlessness, the stones around my heart that are beginning to crumble... 

She looks up at me and I see peace in her steady blue gaze. She speaks for the first time - a low mumble, something about getting a drink. Starstruck, I release her, placing a final kiss on her forehead. I take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze, and as her fingers slip from mine, she disappears into the shadows forever.

That brief encounter plays over and over like a movie scene in my mind. It haunts my nights and disquiets my long, lonely days. I have no idea what happened to her. Part of me would like to think that she became lost in the crowd surge, disoriented by the flashing lights, and is still searching for me to this day. I'm certainly searching for her. In the meantime, it might be worth keeping your eyes open for me. I'm still around and I still have my needs. Who knows? One day I might even be fulfilling your darkest fantasies.



The Rhythm of the Waterfall



The end of the summer was Darla's favorite time of year. The weather was just cooling down so that the temperature outside wasn't too hot or too cold, it was just perfect. Tonight the weather was especially nice. The sky was partially cloudy, just barely blocking the light of the sun which was about to set. Darla decided that it was the perfect evening for a dinner picnic. 

She packed a simple supper. A serving of her favorite pasta salad that she had made the night before. It was a family recipe that Darla liked to call Chameleon Salad because it used three different colors of spiral pasta noodles, green, orange, and plain. She also packed a tomato and cheddar sandwich on French bread, a fruit salad for dessert and a small bottle of white sparkling wine. When everything was packed, she got in her car and drove to a fairly secluded park where she knew she would be alone.

Once Darla reached the park, she made her way to her favorite spot, a small hidden waterfall that poured into a short stream that ultimately emptied into the St. Croix River. Not many people ventured to this waterfall since there were no clear walking paths that lead to it, and it was a fairly short yet challenging hike over large rocks and small cliffs to get to it. She knew she would be fairly alone. She chose a little cubby hole under the sandstone cliff that made sort of a little cave and laid out her picnic blanket and set out the food to her liking. 

The sun had been long set, all the food had been eaten, and the bottle of wine had been shaken of its last drop of liquid. Darla was feeling slightly intoxicated as she laid on her back and turned her head to watch the crystal waters of the waterfall. Before to long, the rhythmic sound of the rushing waters had lulled her into a meditative haze. She began to daydream about the shy guy at work she had an infatuation with. 

Everyone else at work thought that Tim was a goofy computer nerd but Darla knew he had a sexy side to him. She often wore low cut tops that showed her ample cleavage and Tim was always making excuses to go to her desk so he could look down her shirt. Some people would consider this sexual harassment but Darla loved the attention. She would often go to the ladies room and pleasure herself thinking about him, wishing he would follow her into the ladies room and make her his whore. Darla was now having that same fantasy as she laid upon the shore of the stream in her hypnotic trance.

In her dream he was looking up at her as he played with her dripping wet pussy, first caressing her swollen clit and then inserting just one finger inside her begging hole. He explored the inside of her cave, feeling all the walls of her little cunt, searching for the one spot that would drive her over the edge. 

The feeling in the dream felt so unbelievably real. Little did Darla know that during her daydream she had undone her shorts and really was fingering herself in reality the way Tim was feeling her up in her daydream. The sound of her own moaning had detoxified her just enough to make her aware that she was pleasuring herself, yet she was too enraptured in her own pleasure to stop

Suddenly she heard a man's voice speak to her.

"Need some help with that?"

Darla's hand stopped moving and he became startled. Not just startled because she had been caught, but because she knew that voice. Her eyes flew open and sure enough, there stood Tim, the object of her desire. 

Darla sat up and tried to cover her nether region by crossing her arms over her legs, she felt so dirty.

"What are you doing here Tim?"

"Oh, I hike up here every once in awhile, I love this waterfall."

"Me too," Darla replied, "Funny I've never ran into you here."

"Imagine my luck then that I run into you here today." Tim stated as his eyes caressed Darla's partially exposed body. 

Darla was speechless and could only blush in embarrassment.

"May I sit a moment with you?" Tim asked

"Um...alright"

Tim made his way over to the blanket where Darla was sitting and sat right next to her so that there arms were touching. 

"Don't feel embarrassed Darla," Tim began "I've done the same thing here a few times."

Darla giggled "Really?"

"Yep, and want to know something?" He asked

"Sure."

"I think about you when I do it." He said sheepishly

Darla's eyes grew wide and bright as she lifted her eyes to meet his.

"Really?" She asked, in a quite excited tone.

"Yes, I've had a bit of a crush on you for quite some time." He said.

Darla smiled. "Me too."

Tim smiled back at Darla and instead of saying another word; he lowered his face down to hers and touched his lips against hers. Darla parted her lips and allowed him to slip his searching tongue into her mouth. They savored each others kiss for all it was worth, and soon Darla felt fingers once again dancing in her clit, only this time, it really was Tim's hand touching her. 

He explored her pussy for a while, rubbing her clit and pressing a finger inside her for a short time until Darla couldn't take it anymore. She took off her shorts the rest of the way and eagerly ripped off the track shorts that Tim was wearing. She took just a moment to admire his thick seven inch uncut cock and ran her finger lovingly over the head causing Tim to let out a short gasp.

As Tim was sitting up, Darla positioned herself on his lap and began to impale herself upon his hard cock. She lowered herself upon him slowly, savoring the feel of each inch entering her pussy for the first time. Once his cock was completely inside of her, Tim dug his fingers into Darla's ass and began to assist her as she fucked him. 

They allowed the sound of the waterfall to determine their rhythm as they made love out in the open on the shore of the stream. Each of them had their lips in the others ear, moaning in pleasure for each other as their bodies and hearts were intertwined, releasing all the lust and sexual frustration that that they had held for each other for so long.

"Tell me when you're going to come," Darla whispered into Tim's ear "I want to come the same time that you do."

That alone was enough to send Tim into oblivion and he called out "I'm going to come right now!"

Darla then released the orgasm she was holding back and felt her body convulse, her pussy clamped down on Tim's cock holding it tightly inside her as he began to shoot his cum uncontrollably inside her pussy. She threw her head back and let out an animalistic cry as they both released as Tim deposited every last drop inside her. For that moment, nature was quiet and still.

They stayed in that position, holding each other close as they came down from their orgasms.

"That was fantastic!" Darla whispered

"You're telling me." Tim said as he looked into Darla's eyes. "I hope we can do that again sometime." He added.

"We will," Darla replied. "Anytime you want."

Once they composed themselves and put their pants back on, Tim helped Darla pack up their things and they hiked back to the walking path. Once they reached the main walking path, they walked together hand in hand back to the parking lot.

At Darla's car they quickly exchanged numbers and one last passionate kiss.

"See you tomorrow at work." Tim said.

"Yeah, hopefully you can fulfill my fantasy." Darla said.

"What's that?" He asked.

"You following me into the ladies room after everyone has left work."

"Mmmmm, I'm sure I can help you with that." He said with a small laugh.

Darla drove away, anticipating the next day with Tim at work.



The Rialto



2004

He wasn't Irish. That was the main thing. He was Austrian, from Amstetten, a town Gina had never heard of. He came to them highly touted, a profile-raising catch for the school who could now boast a native-speaking German teacher alongside their French one. 

Solange, however, was out on maternity leave that autumn. Had she been there, they would have -- with their usual anti-flair for tact -- assigned her to his orientation. Gina, who had some rudimentary German, was Brother Shield's solution to the problem. 

'Just till he settles in,' he said. 'Show him the sights, take him for a jar, you know yourself...No better woman.' 

He squatted behind his desk, an obscene and sensual friar from some wages of sin painting. Twenty years as principal was written upon his skin like pox-craters. Yet he looked like an impostor in plain clothes, vaguely contemptible. The soutane, at least, used to mark him out him among men...

'What's his name?' 

'Maximillian Wirth.' He declaimed, a born ham. 'I never cared for the sound of the German...' 

'I haven't spoken it in years.' 

'Sure it's like riding a bike.' He handed her a foolscap page of details. 'It'll come back to you...'





The Rialto



She put her foot down, ate up white lines with further haste. Her stomach felt bloated, queasy. Plus she was sweating again, cancelling out the shower she'd had. 

Is it your...?

Fuck him, anyway. He knows me too well...

She wasn't due until the following week, though. Hopefully they'd hold off until then...

But she was spotting by the time she arrived in Limerick. She bought pads in an all-night chemist and put one on in the bathroom of a hotel before going out to the lobby and ordering coffee. Her elongated reflection in the glass of the table was pleasing. For once, she acknowledged that she didn't look too bad, even if the slenderness was an optical illusion... 





The Rialto



She hesitated before lining her lips. The last time she had overdone it and ended up resembling a guilty child at a chocolate fountain. She made her lips thin and dispatched an exploratory pencil stroke before deciding against it. 

What if it looks ridiculous? What if he thinks you're ridiculous? 

Fuck off, Sister...

Yet it was better not to risk it. Gloss would be plenty. The pink one, frosted with crystals like grains of sugar. It fattened them up, like sugar would. She didn't need reminding...

'You look nice.' 

'Jesus, you took the heart out of me.' 

'I knocked.' Mike held up his hands. 'You were away with the fairies.' 

He sat down on the bed with a sigh, careful not to sit on the clothes she had laid out. 

'Are you meeting Briege there?' 

'I'm picking her up...What time is George coming?' 

'He didn't say. Said he'd ring when he's on the way.' 

'How do I..?' 

She turned around to show him her face. 

'I already said you look nice. I'm not saying it again.' 

'Hand me that bag love. No, the make-up bag...'

His hands were shaking but that was nothing new. Yet his frequency was weird... 

Does he know? No, sure how would he? Don't be so paranoid...

'I looked up that play,' he said. 'She sounds like a right wagon.' 

'Oh? Does she remind you of someone?' 

'Don't flatter yourself...Anyway, I think I'll wait for the film.' 

'Be the best thing. Be easier to swallow.' 

'Have I done something on you, love?' 

'Oh Jesus love, don't start. I'm sorry, okay? It's the time of the month.' 

'I didn't want to say anything...'

You have to be right, don't you? Every fucking month...

'I'm an easy read, so.' 

'Some of the time. I like trying to figure you out.' 

'You're usually wrong...' 

She returned to the mirror, mock-gracious in defeat. 

He hasn't a breeze. He never had. 

She brushed her hair, watching his reflection pull a thread from the cuff of her blouse before attempting to conceal the damage. 

'Will you get us a glass of water, love?' she said. 

'For a tablet, is it?' 

'Yeah.' 

Her temples were pounding...





The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 01: Hannah



Author's note -- this is my first time writing on this site, so please leave lots of feedback. This story is the consequence of my mind being gradually warped by japanese hentai, and contains scenes of futanari, lactation, breast expansion and cum inflation. It is the first in a series which I currently plan to extend to 5 instalments.

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In a large town in the midlands of England, Hannah walked up the stone steps to the heavy wooden door and knocked three times. She had been brought to this door by the quest for a perfect body. Many would say that she was already in possession of a flawless physique, and indeed when she stood in front of the mirror she was proud of how she looked. She ate well, mostly fresh food, and went to the gym regularly, so her body was toned, with just enough fat in the desirable places to give her a feminine roundness, and just enough muscle to add a pleasing amount of definition. She knew how to dress herself, and apply makeup, to achieve an elegant and desirable result. Her straight dark hair was smooth, the tips spreading lightly on her shoulders. But when she looked at her body, she was never able to completely appreciate these positive attributes, because her eye was always drawn back to one shortcoming that she couldn't ignore. She wanted large breasts, and nature had endowed her with barely anything at all.

At the gym, every time a girl walked past with pert round breasts packed into a sports bra, Hannah couldn't resist a sly glance at her cleavage. She'd look down at her own flat chest, the sports bra more for modesty than support, and feel a great jealousy. Even most of the guys at the gym had bigger breasts than her, be they podgy middle-aged men sweating away on the treadmill, or ripped meatheads with pecs that bulged and glistened.

She'd spent a fair amount of time on the internet, window-shopping for perfect breasts. She'd seen all manner of magnificent bosoms in various sizes and colours, but for her she felt that a DD would be ideal. Of course, size was only a small factor. It was essential that they sit right on her chest, not up high like two inflatable balls underneath stretched skin, nor sagging low, but in between. They must curve smoothly away from her body, not sticking out abruptly, they must bounce gently when under the influence of external forces, and they must drop only slightly when her bra is removed. She knew that it sounded like a lot to ask, but she knew that there were women out there who had been naturally blessed this way, because she'd done her research.

She'd done research into augmentation surgery, and ruled that out. Her quest for perfection meant that only the finest surgeon would suffice, and there was no way that her budget could stretch that far. With what she had, there was too great a risk of ending up with a bust that looked like two pineapples in a pair of socks, and then she'd be worse off than when she started.

Alternative enlargement methods had also been attempted. Hannah had expected them to be a load of snake oil, and her prejudices had been confirmed. Pills, creams, and even some utterly ridiculous propositions -- everything had been a total waste of time and money. But she had never given up the search, which is why she found herself now standing before this door, hearing footsteps approach from inside. She'd seen a tiny advert in the newspaper, no flashy images, just text in one consistent size. It promised breast enlargement, totally natural, and to any size. The price was in the mere hundreds of pounds, it gave absolutely no detail as to how the process was carried out. To any sane individual it looked like a scam. Even to Hannah, it looked like a scam. But she called the number, took down the address, set a dead man's handle on her mobile phone (she was quite proud of herself for thinking of this -- the app would track her location, and unless she cancelled it within 2 hours, it would send it to her friend Abi, from the IT department at work. As soon as she was back on her home wifi connection, it would be automatically cancelled, which made it less likely that she'd forget) and walked to the given location.

It was mid-evening, and the light was beginning to dim. She was dressed in blue denim jeans, a dark grey cotton t-shirt with a light grey fitted cotton jacket over the top. Nothing flashy, but it fitted her well, and was appropriate for a dry, cool evening.

The door opened a crack, and through the gap Hannah could see the left half of a face and a slender arm. They belonged to a woman, taller than Hannah, with a slightly darker complexion, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. Behind her, the room was very dark.

"You are Hannah?"

"Yes."

"Follow me. Close the door."

With that, the face was gone. Hannah stepped inside into the gloom. The figure was already moving away into a corridor, so Hannah quickly closed the door behind her and rushed to catch up. The woman's voice sounded severe and had an Eastern European sound -- it wasn't the same voice that she'd heard on the phone, which was bubbly and effusive.

In the corridor, the light was slightly better and she could see the woman from behind. She was very slender, wearing a short-sleeved black t-shirt. Her legs were naked, but around her waist she had some sort of silk scarf or sarong tied. She walked with a seductive sway in her hips. As she turned a corner into a room, Hannah could see that there was something tied up in the scarf, something fairly large and heavy-looking.

Inside the room Hannah looked around. It was decorated in autumnal tones, browns and reds, every bare patch of wall covered with a hanging rug or an abstract artwork. The room was lit softly, the light coming from behind bookshelves and lamps on low tables. Curtains were drawn across all the windows. There was another door leading through to what Hannah thought might be a kitchen, with a slightly worn-out looking sofa next to it, and in the centre of the room was an unfamiliar piece of furniture that looked a bit like a large footstool -- it was about 2 feet high, 5 feet square, and upholstered in dark brown leather. The tall woman was standing beside it, fixing Hannah with an intense stare.

"Welcome. I am Maria." She spoke with a very flat tone, little warmth in her voice.

"Hi."

"You have payment?"

Hannah took the money out of her pocket. She had brought no more than she needed to, and counted it out beforehand.

"On the table."

Hannah was still standing just inside the doorway. There was a chair and table next to her, upon which she put the money. Maria looked at it for a few seconds.

"Looks about right. So, to business. Show me what you have."

Hannah stared blankly for a few seconds until she figured out that Maria was wanting to see her breasts. She slowly took off her jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. Then, feeling a bit more awkward, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and slung that on the chair as well. The room was comfortably warm, for which she was grateful. A few seconds passed, Hannah watching Maria watching Hannah. Eventually, Maria nodded, but said nothing. The silence grew and Hannah was compelled to break it.

"So, how does this work?"

"It is... unique process. I will show you something now. Do not be alarmed."

Maria moved her right hand to the right hand side of her waist, where the sarong was knotted. With her left hand, she supported the weighty object that was wrapped up in it. With one tug, the knot came undone and the sarong fell away. Hannah looked at what was resting in Maria's hand for a second before understanding struck her. Resting in Maria's hand was a large, coiled, flaccid penis. And it was attached to her body -- it was her penis. It was larger than any that Hannah had seen before in her life -- easily twice the thickness and probably twice the length as well. She thought that might be as thick as her wrist. Below it swung two very large testicles in a smooth, hairless scrotum. Eventually she managed to draw her eyes away from it and looked up at Maria's face, her mouth open with blank incomprehension.

"It is impressive, yes? It is also part of the process. My semen makes things grow. I cum on a thing, it grows. I cum on your breasts, they grow. But by itself, it is only temporary. By tomorrow, your breasts would be back to little iddy biddy... how you say in English... bee stings?"

Maria smiled at Hannah, a cruel smile. Hannah's indignation at being insulted helped her to gather her wits and make sense of what was going on here.

"Okay. So how do you make it permanent? I'm paying you for a permanent change. And, where did it come from? Were you born with it?"

"Calm down, my little angry bee. My cock, I was not born with. But I do not wish to talk about that right now. For making the change permanent, that is where Megan comes in. Megan!"

Through the other door trotted another woman, and she was a sight to behold. She was fairly short and blonde, her skin pale. She was wearing a tight, bright pink miniskirt and a tight, bright pink boob tube into which were fitted a pair of impressively large breasts. Hannah couldn't tell whether they were natural or enhanced, and wouldn't be able to until she removed that top and allowed them to fall free, but they looked outstanding. Certainly not the largest that Hannah had seen on her various research sessions on the internet, but definitely far in excess of a handful apiece. Hannah couldn't help but be a little jealous -- they were far larger than what she had in mind for her own body, but they did look like they might be fun. Megan had a huge, mischevious smile on her face.

"Megan and I discovered how to make it permanent by accident. I noticed that sometimes after fucking, my cock was larger. As it grew and grew, we tried different things and eventually worked out the exact cause. There are four steps. Are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening."

"Because it looks like you are staring at Megan's boobs. You must listen to this, it is very important."

Hannah turned her focus back to Maria, and Maria resumed talking.

"First, your body must be prepared by putting as much of my cum as possible into it. The more that's in you, the more likely it is to stay permanent. That's step one. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Steps two and three are to cover your chest -- the area we want to grow -- in my cum, and Megan's cum. Okay?"

"Okay."

"And the final ingredient is Megan's milk. It was only when I was drinking the milk from Megan's breasts that my cock stayed big. Without her milk, it does not work. Okay?"

"Okay." gasped Hannah. Her gaze was back on Megan's chest, looking at those beautiful soft round breasts, realising that she'd be suckling from those before the process was complete. The thought was exciting, and she felt a flutter through her body.

"Come, little bee, it is time for step one."

Hannah looked back at Maria. Maria had started to slowly caress her cock with her right hand, and as the blood flowed into it it was starting to uncurl and thicken.

"Strip. And lie down."

Hannah was suddenly nervous. The excitement that she had felt looking at Megan's breasts was now elevated to a shiver running through her body. Step one was for Maria to cum inside her, and she'd be using that enormous thing. As she peeled off her jeans and knickers, she kept glancing back to Maria's cock. It reminded her of that huge dildo that Abi once bought her as a joke birthday present. They'd both laughed about it, but when Hannah had got it home she'd tried to use it and had no success. Every now and then when she was masturbating she'd remember it and retrieve it from the back of the wardrobe, but she'd never once been able to fit it inside her, no matter how hard she tried. Maria's cock was looking bigger than that, and it was only yet semi-erect.

Hannah dropped her remaining clothes onto the chair and sat down on the edge of the large leather stool. In the corner of the room, Megan sat herself down on the worn out sofa, and got herself comfortable, watching the other two women intently. For now, she was nothing more than a spectator. Hannah's mouth suddenly felt very dry.

"If you're planning on fitting that inside me, I can tell you right now that it's not going to happen."

"Ah, funny little bee. Watch this."

Maria stroked her right hand up to the tip of her cock where the pre-cum was glistening. She drew two fingers across the wet surface and then held them up for Hannah to see. Before Hannah's eyes, those two fingers throbbed, swelled, and grew. Not a huge amount, but enough to be perceptible.

"Now lie back and watch this."

Hannah leaned back on her elbows and watched with bated breath as Maria reached down and placed her fingertips on either side of Hannah's slit. With one short movement Maria deposited a stripe of her pre-cum onto Hannah's labia, then took her hands away. Hannah couldn't believe her eyes as her labia plumped up before her eyes. Maria, as if she felt like she needed to do one more thing to convince Hannah that her claims were truthful, then reached back in, used her fingertips to part the skin around Hannah's clit, and applied some of the viscous fluid directly to the clit. Hannah shuddered under Maria's bold touch. The results were equally impressive, Hannah's clit swelling and growing to twice its original size.

"You believe now, don't you?"

Hannah could only nod. Maria took a step back and Hannah's breath quickened as she saw that Maria's cock was now surely fully erect, and the size of it was incredible. It was as long as Hannah's thigh, and the shaft was nearly as thick. The head of it looked to be nearly as big as a rugby ball -- if she'd tried to wrap both her hands around it, she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to touch her fingertips together. Maria slowly lowered it until the head touched against Hannah's swollen pussy. Hannah didn't know what to think -- she'd seen the power of Maria's cum, but it was just inconceivable that that thing would fit inside of her. As she felt Maria gradually applying pressure with her cock, Hannah closed her eyes up tight and prepared herself for unbearable pain.

But there was no pain. Smoothly and wetly, she felt her body stretch, and then there was just a feeling of satisfying fullness. She opened her eyes and looked down, and could see that the head of Maria's cock had disappeared into her body easily. What's more, the surface of her flat stomach was now disturbed by a rounded bump where that enormous head was pushing out from the inside. Hannah breathed hard, it felt amazing, and the sight of that swelling on her lower belly was surprisingly arousing.

She cried out, "Oh, yes! Please, fill me! Fill me with your cum now!"

"Not yet, my eager little bee. Not for a while yet."

Maria pushed down hard, and Hannah saw, and felt, the bulge on her belly moving an inch higher up.

"We must grow you a little more first."

Hannah yelped, as Maria withdrew an inch, and then pushed again. The bulge advanced another inch. Maria moved her hands to rest on Hannah's thighs and then started up a slow rhythm, pulling her cock out until only the head remained inside Hannah's body, and then thrusting smoothly and slowly up, each time a little deeper. Hannah watched, transfixed, as the bulge oscillated back and forth, with each thrust the apogee moving further and further up her body. She felt her insides rapidly changing, her internal organs moving aside to make space as her vagina lengthened inside of her, while all the while that satisfying feeling of fullness became more and more pronounced, more and more of her body being affected by it with each push. She fell backwards onto the cool leather and rested her hands on her belly, feeling the bulge moving in waves beneath them.

As the bulge reached the top of her belly, Maria was now halfway inside her, and showing no signs of stopping. Hannah could see that below the bulge of the head there was also a long, slightly smaller bulge being created by the shaft of Maria's cock. Maria was no longer withdrawing as far as she was before, she was pulling out six or seven inches with each stroke, and going in a little deeper each time. A film of sweat was showing on her body, and she removed her hands from Hannah's thighs, and replaced them on the leather on either side of Hannah's torso.

The bulge was now gradually making its way up under Hannah's ribcage. She could now feel, with each stroke, the air being pushed out of her lungs as her chest cavity had to make way for Maria's enormous cock. Looking down, she could see that the vast majority of Maria's length was now inside her, a rounded ridge running down the centre of her body from her chest to between her legs, and she watched those last few remaining pushes, fighting for breath, until Maria finally could push no deeper, and her balls came to rest against Hannah's thighs. The head inside Hannah's body felt huge, and she wondered briefly if it was pressing on her heart.

"Now, " began Maria, the words coming out in a drawl, her accent thicker than ever, "now, my little horny, sexy, cock-loving bee..." Hannah moaned with delight. "Now let's fill you."

Maria was obviously already at the cusp of orgasm, because she gave only a few hard thrusts before her body tensed and her eyes creased shut. Hannah felt the huge cock throb inside her as the first jet of cum exploded inside her. Instantly she felt a very odd and unexpected feeling of slight bloatedness.

The cock pulsed again and again and Hannah could feel it along the length of almost her entire body. She noticed that with each pulse, Maria was slowly withdrawing an inch at a time. Hannah looked down at her own body again, and realised that though Maria was clearly withdrawing, the bulge was still there. Hannah's hands were still rested on her lower belly, so she moved them upwards to check that she wasn't seeing things. She could feel the head of Maria's cock at the top of her belly, gradually retreating, but above that there was still another bulge. She touched it and it felt different -- softer, more... liquid.

With that, she realised that she had vastly underestimated how much cum Maria was planning on filling her with. With each squirt of cum, Maria was withdrawing her cock only enough to make space for the next load. Hannah had no idea where these quantities were coming from, but they were definitely there. She also realised that Maria wasn't so much deliberately withdrawing her cock, so much as having it be forced out by the accumulating pressure of liquid within Hannah's body.

Soon, Maria's orgasm subsided, and she allowed her cock to slide out the remaining few inches until once again only the head was inside Hannah's body.

"Does it feel good, my little bee?"

Hannah nodded, she knew she was far from being capable to word a coherent sentence.

"Good, good. Now, when I remove myself from you, you must try very hard to stop everything from flowing out. The more you can keep in there, the better. You'll probably need to use your hands. Ready?"

Hannah moved her hands back down and placed them at the tops of her thighs. She took a breath, and nodded.

Maria then pulled the head of her cock out and moved it away. Hannah quickly moved her hands between her legs while trying to clench her muscles as much as possible. When her hands reached her pussy, she was startled by how unfamiliar it felt. A combination of the weird growth effects of Maria's cum, and the fucking that she'd received by that enormous cock, meant that it was vastly changed from how it usually was. Her pussy lips were enormous and swollen, and incredibly soft and stretchy. As she try to position her hands to keep the fluids inside her, she felt as though if she pushed too hard, her pussy could easily just open wide and allow both her hands to sink inside. Despite all her efforts, Maria's enormous load of cum was seeping out between her fingers.




The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 01: Hannah



"It is leaking, little bee! Stop it! Stop it!"

Hannah repositioned her hands to try and block the flows. The more she moved them, the more her sensitive pussy responded, and her arousal grew. Eventually she managed to control the leaking, and the flow stopped, her hands pressed hard to her engorged flesh.

Maria stood up, supporting her enormous cock in her hand, though it had lost some of its turgor. She started to walk around Hannah's body, moving up towards the top end. Hannah stole a quick glance over at the corner, where Megan sat with her legs spread, staring at Hannah intently and massaging her pussy through the fabric of her underwear. There was a damp patch on her knickers, and also two damp spots on her boob tube where milk was starting to leak from her erect nipples. Maria took up position above Hannah's head, her enormous phallus hovering dominatingly over Hannah's body. Hannah mentally recalled step two -- Maria was going to cum on her chest now.

"Open your mouth."

"What?"

"I said open your mouth, hungry little bee."

"But... why? I'm full of your cum, that's step one, isn't it?"

Maria laughed. "You are not full. I have a lot more to put in you before you are full. Now, open your mouth."

Hannah complied.

"Lick the cum off of my cock. Make sure to swirl it around in your mouth. And swallow it all."

Hannah extended her tongue and Maria lowered her cock to touch it. It filled Hannah's vision, the glans seemed to be nearly as big as her head. The smell was overpowering, a mixture of cum and Hannah's own juices, and in such large quantities. Dutifully she followed orders, cleaning all the semen off, and making sure she washed it around in her mouth and swallowed it as directed. She tried not to think about what was about to happen -- she knew that with Maria's cum working its magic on her mouth, the enormous cock would be able to fit in there, but it was too much for her mind to actually conceive. She could already feel the change in her throat, a strange looseness.

"That should be enough. Open as wide as you can. And please cover your teeth with your lips, if you'd be so kind."

Hannah opened her mouth and Maria wasted no time. She pressed the enormous head of her cock to Hannah's lips and with one forceful shove, forced Hannah's jaw wide and slid it right in. Hannah's eyes bulged at the unbelievable size of it, this enormous object filling her mouth. She could feel it pressing against the roof of her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, pushing her cheeks outwards, and nudging against the back of her throat. It was everywhere. In her vision, all she could see was the thick shaft of Maria's cock bearing down on her from above. She could feel the warm wet pre-cum trickling down her throat.

"Very good. This shouldn't be a problem. Take a deep breath."

Maria adjusted her stance slightly, and then Hannah felt her push. With one long, fluid motion, Hannah felt the head of Maria's cock enter her throat, and then descend further, stretching Hannah's neck out to an unimaginable thickness, before eventually gliding to a stop at the top of her rib cage. Maria held it there for a second before withdrawing again, leaving the head inside Hannah's mouth. Hannah could breathe again, but her mouth was still crammed full of the huge object. Supporting the shaft with her left hand, Maria stroked her cock vigorously with her right.

"We're off to an excellent start. Take another deep breath."

Once again the cock slid its way down Hannah's throat, stretching her neck open wide. This time it penetrated deeper, and Hannah felt the head rubbing alongside the top of her long vagina, packed to the brim with Maria's cum. With her hands, she felt a little cum start to ooze out of her pussy from the increased pressure -- she adjusted her hands to compensate, and the flow stopped. Maria once more withdrew her cock until just the head was in Hannah's mouth, and Hannah breathed heavily again. Maria once more stroked her cock with her right hand, the motion far more ragged than before. Maria was breathing very heavily now.

"Okay, thirsty little bee. Biggest breath of all!"

Hannah took as deep a breath as she could, closed her eyes, and then Maria pushed down hard. The enormous cock slid quickly down her throat, into her rib cage, rubbed once more alongside that thick cum-filled canal inside her, and then kept going. Hannah felt Maria's testicles land on her face and knew that the huge cock must be all the way into her stomach by now. Maria gave a few small thrusts and then Hannah felt it start to twitch inside her. The next load of cum was coming, but Hannah was running desperately short of breath. From the corner of the room a voice said "Remember, save some..." - Hannah simultaneously recognised this as the voice she'd heard on the phone the previous day, and also registered that it must belong to Megan.

Hannah felt Maria's body tense up, and then the first jet of cum erupted down Maria's cock and straight into Hannah's stomach. Instantly she felt full. The cock pulsed a second time, and a third, with each shot the feeling of fullness intensified. Hannah didn't feel whether there was a fourth pulse or not, because she finally lost consciousness.

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As Hannah came to, the first thing she was aware of was that her throat was now clear of obstructions, for which she was thankful. She was also aware of feeling very heavy, as if a huge weight was pressing down on her. Some hands -- not hers -- were pressed against her pussy, holding in the huge column of cum from earlier. She could hear murmuring from Maria and Megan down somewhere between her legs. Opening her eyes, she looked down towards the source of the voices, but her vision was blurry and obscured. She squeezed her eyes momentarily to try and clear things up a bit. It helped, a little.

"Hey, she's coming to." said Megan.

"Ah, so she is. Take it easy, little bee, you were out for a few seconds there."

Hannah could see Maria standing over her, but Megan's voice was coming from a little lower. She felt like she should have been able to see Megan's face, but there was something obscuring her line of sight. Blinking once more, things came into focus, though it took a few seconds for her head to process what she was seeing.

Her belly was enormous, a swollen round smooth hill. It was sticking out much further than it should have -- it looked like she was 6 or 7 months pregnant. She realised now that this was the source of the weight on her -- her stomach was full of litres of Maria's cum. Running down the centre was a small ridge, tracing the shape of her elongated vagina crammed full of Maria's ejaculation from earlier. Whoever's hands were pressed against her pussy now, they had clearly managed to get them into position before too much cum escaped. Hannah emitted a small moan and closed her eyes again.

"Relax, little bee. You are probably still feeling a little faint. That might be for the best, right now."

Megan giggled in response. Suddenly Hannah felt a wet finger touch her anus. Even in her bleary state, she could figure out that this meant that Maria was planning on fucking her up there too. The finger circled her asshole twice and then slid in easily.

The finger continued to toy with her asshole for a few minutes. The sensations were changing -- she suspected that there was at least another finger in her now, but it was hard to keep track of what was going on, with her head the way it was at the moment. Nor could she see what was going on -- when she tried to look, she could only see her huge swollen belly. She could feel that her asshole was dilating under the influence of Maria's cum -- that must have been what the wetness on the finger was. However many fingers were inside her right now, it felt pleasurable and comfortable, her body was accommodating it with ease.

Megan said, with a giggle, "Look at that. I reckon you could get your whole hand in now."

Hannah felt another change in sensation and struggled to gather a sentence.

"Is that... whole hand..."

"Yes, little bee. My whole hand is inside you. Don't try to get up, Megan will keep her hands there, we won't spill a drop. Just relax and let me do my work."

Maria's voice was soothing and Hannah allowed herself to drift away and leave her body in the hands of these two, who apparently knew what they were doing. Gradually she felt the hand withdraw from her ass, leaving a very hollow, empty feeling low, low down in her belly. It didn't feel good, she wanted to be full again. Fortunately, it didn't last long. She felt something warm and slick pressing against her anus and knew that it must be time for Maria's huge cock again. Maria pushed herself in, and Hannah's asshole spread wide and allowed the head inside.

The head of Maria's cock was much larger than her fist, and as it settled inside Hannah's body it was almost enough to shock her into full wakefulness. It certainly made her feel a lot more alert. Maria held it there for a few seconds to allow Hannah to acclimatise to it, and then started to push deeper, slowly and steadily, one smooth motion. She had both of her hands wrapped around her cock, stroking it gently. Hannah's arms were down by her sides -- she lazily moved them up to above her head, where it felt more comfortable.

Hannah felt the slow intrusion into her body and loved the sensation. It felt so crowded inside her body, and she could feel no pain at all, just pure undiluted pleasure. All the cum that Maria had pumped inside her felt like a valuable gift, not just a means to an end.

Maria's cock advanced until about half its length was buried inside Hannah's body and then stopped pushing, though she continued to stroke it with her hands, gradually picking up pace.

"This is as deep as your body will take me. I will go no deeper than this. And after this, you will be full."

Hannah gasped and her body twitched with ecstasy.

"Yes, please. Please. I want to be full, so much. Make me full."

Maria moaned with pleasure. Her hands moved faster up and down the shaft of her cock. Megan squealed with delight. Hannah wondered if she was doing something down there to help Maria along. Her hands were otherwise engaged, but her mouth was free, and very close to the action.

"Yes, yes, you are good little bee. Lovely body. Very... fuckable."

Hannah moaned once more. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. Maria hissed, urgently: "No. Open your eyes. Watch this. You will want to watch this."

Hannah complied. She opened her eyes just in time to see Maria open her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. Maria's hips were bucking, her cock twitching and throbbing inside Hannah's body. Then abruptly she stopped stroking, and Hannah could feel that huge cock pulsing inside her as the first load of cum sprayed into her. Her eyes were on Maria's face, that twisted expression of orgasm, and then noticed something in her peripheral vision that drew her attention. Moving her gaze down to her belly, she could see that with each spurt of cum, her belly was wobbling and swelling out a little more. With each gush from Maria's cock, her cum-filled body grew rounder and larger, the horizon of her belly creeping higher and higher and concealing more and more of Maria's body. And alongside that was an ever-increasing feeling of blissful fullness, until it finally came to an end.

Hannah's belly was now so large that she could barely see Maria's face over the top of it, and it swelled out and rested on either side of her as well. The size of it was far, far larger than what a pregnant woman could ever expect to carry. With each of Hannah's breaths it wobbled and rippled, betraying the liquid contents within. Maria gently withdrew her cock until just the head was still inside.

"Now, little bee, I need Megan to go and fetch something for me, so you need to take over with your hands."

Hannah felt rudely shaken down from her high, but obediently moved to follow the instructions. Her belly was enormous, she knew that her arms wouldn't reach over the top, but she managed to curve them around the sides, tucking them a little underneath the edges of the wide, wobbling mass, until her hands found Megan's, buried within her engorged labia.

"Ready?" asked Megan.

"Yes." replied Hannah.

"Good. One. Two. Three."

Megan took her hands away and Hannah quickly whipped hers into place. As fast as she was, the cum started pouring from her pussy. She staunched the flow as quickly as she could, and hoped that it was quickly enough.

"Well done, little bee. You didn't lose much there, not much at all. You've been a very good customer. Ah, thank you Megan."

Hannah heard a slapping sound as Megan placed something heavy in Maria's hands.

"Do you want me to hold this up so you can see it?"

"Yes please."

Maria lifted her arms above her head and Hannah could see what she held. It was a butt plug of truly ridiculous proportions. It was a monstrous behemoth, squat and fat, thicker than Maria's cock and with a flared base of a similar diameter.

"You'll be fine, little bee. Relax."

Hannah's mouth felt very dry, but she forced out a small, quick nod. Maria returned the nod, lowered the butt plug back out of Hannah's sight, and then very quickly and efficiently whipped the head of her cock out of Hannah's anus and delivered the butt plug into its place. Hannah could feel her asshole being stretched as the butt plug tried to find its home.

"It is not quite fully in. Megan, some help please."

Hannah felt her body shake as Maria and Megan both pushed at the butt plug. Eventually her anus yielded, and she gasped as the plug sunk into her body and her asshole contracted around the stem, forming a tight seal. Maria stepped away to the side and Hannah could finally see her whole body for the first time in a while. Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat, her hair was tousled and unruly, and her cock was limp and dripping with cum, not completely flaccid but far from fully erect. She was breathing heavily, exhausted from all the exertion.

"This is good. I think we can proceed to the next stage. Megan, you're up."

Megan exploded into life like a greyhound from a trap. She wriggled out of her tight pink miniskirt, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, pulled them down in one motion and then threw them carelessly across the room. In just a couple of seconds she was on top of Hannah, straddling her upper body and looking down at her with that devilish grin. Hannah looked up at that semi-naked body with more desire than she had ever felt for a woman. Scanning her body from bottom to top, she saw a neatly waxed pussy with just a thin blonde strip centred above it. Continuing upwards, a smooth belly, not completely flat, but with a gentle roundedness that seemed to invite Hannah to sink her teeth into it. Then those two impressive breasts, bundled into a tight pink boob tube, with stiff nipples threatening to wear a hole in the fabric, and dark patches around them where Megan's milk was leaking out. And on the top of those tasty shoulders was Megan's perky face, a naughty grin framed with soft short blonde hair.

Hannah's mouth felt dry as she looked upon this cheeky beauty, she wanted to do something to her but she wasn't quite sure what. Megan maintained eye contact as she moved her right hand to her pussy and spread the lips a little. Hannah could see how wet she was, and knew that after watching all this fucking, Megan was ready to get her own conclusion. The scent of Megan's pussy drifted over to Hannah's nose and her mouth now started to water.

Megan could see that Hannah was enjoying the show, and started to move her fingers, stroking her pussy lips and drawing circles around her clit. Her left hand moved to her breast and squeezed gently. As she played, her breathing grew heavier, her left hand squeezed more vigorously, and her right hand was now no longer stroking and circling, but kneading and pinching.

Hannah was then aware that Maria had reappeared in her right-hand peripheral vision. She was stroking her semi-erect cock and her focus was intently upon Megan, watching her to see when her orgasm was imminent, matching her pace so that her own orgasm would coincide.

Megan's body started to rock and twitch, and her right hand was now rubbing her pussy as fast as she could, covering as much of her slippery wet lips and stiffened clit as fast as possible. Her orgasm fast approaching, she moaned and groaned and tossed her head back, thrashing her pussy with her hand at a furious rate, until finally a tremble ran through her entire body and the orgasm coursed through her. Hannah watched with glee as clear watery fluid squirted from between Megan's legs and splashed onto her chest. Meanwhile, Maria had been working towards her own orgasm, and over Hannah's right shoulder arced three or four generous lines of viscous white cum, the final trails of her spectacular reserves, coming to rest among the puddles of Megan's own liquids.

Megan was still shuddering as her orgasm subsided, while Maria took a step back. Hannah looked down at her chest -- she thought that she could see the influence of Maria's cum already, a small swelling of her breasts, perhaps? When Megan finally opened her eyes again, Maria was there holding a small towel. Megan gathered herself in a very businesslike fashion, the cheeky grin on her face now just a remnant, and using her hands massaged the mixed fluids on Hannah's chest around until it was an even coating. She took the towel from Maria and used it to mop up any bits that had splashed onto Hannah's neck or chin, then tossed it to the ground. Maria flopped down into the sofa, looking utterly drained. At last, Megan looked Hannah in the eye once more.

"So, sweety, you remember what we have to do for the last bit?"

Hannah had forgotten, but now she remembered. Without any fanfare or slow seductive tease, Megan whipped off her boob tube and exposed her breasts for Hannah's approval. Now unsupported, they looked even more impressive as they swayed over Hannah's head. If her hands hadn't been doing a very important job of stopping a huge load of cum from draining out of her body, then Hannah would have definitely wanted to use them to caress the magnificent boobs dangling above her. There was no evidence to suggest that they had had any sort of surgical augmentation, and Hannah wondered whether they had been grown using the same process that she was going through right now. They were majestic, and suddenly Hannah wanted them on her own body, not the DD's she'd originally asked for, which by now seemed like a pathetic request.

Megan leaned forward and angled her left breast towards Hannah's mouth. Hannah opened wide and allowed the nipple to fall onto her tongue, whereupon she latched on tightly and started to suckle greedily. The taste was exquisite, so sweet and heavenly. Hannah's throat was still feeling loose from earlier, and she noted that it allowed her to consume the delicious milk in huge quantities. Megan moaned with pleasure as her body was flooded with endorphins -- she'd have happily allowed Hannah to drink at her breast for hours, but she knew that this was, ultimately, a business relationship. After a short while she pulled her breast from Hannah's mouth, and Hannah whined quietly at the loss. Megan sat up and leaned back a little.

"How're they looking, sweety?"

Hannah looked down at her breasts, trying not to allow herself to be too distracted by Megan's sleek pussy just beyond them. They were definitely a little bigger. From the sofa in the corner, Maria barked "More!" and in an instant Megan's right breast was stuffed in Hannah's mouth and the feeding resumed.

This process continued for a while, the breaks in the feedings getting more and more frequent as Maria judged that Hannah's breasts were approaching the correct size. Every time Megan took her breast away, Hannah moaned -- she would have happily just drunk and drunk, more and more of that succulent nectar, until her breasts were as large and soft as Megan's. She wouldn't even stop there, she'd keep on drawing that sweet liquid as they grew and grew in size, until each one was the size of her phenomenal swollen belly, and she couldn't even fit through the door any more. She wasn't sure that she'd even stop then.




The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 01: Hannah



But her arms were pinned by her side by Megan's thighs, there was nothing that she could do but drink what was offered. Eventually, when Megan sat up to allow Maria to inspect, there was a long pause before Maria finally responded.

"No more."

Hannah moaned in anguish. Megan bounced off of her body and disappeared through the door. Gone, in just a few seconds. Hannah felt like she had lost everything. She watched the doorway, but it stayed disappointingly empty.

Maria stood back up and started to tie the sarong back around her waist.

"We are done here. Go home."

Hannah looked down at her chest. Her breasts were bigger, but they didn't look like DDs. But then, it was a bit hard to judge, when they were dwarfed by her swollen body.

"Go home. And you don't need to be keeping that cum inside you any more." repeated Maria, sternly.

Hannah had gotten so used to having her hands between her legs that she had forgotten they were there. She took them away and the cum started to pour out, collecting in a puddle underneath her bottom. She pushed herself up, supporting herself with her elbows.

"What... now?"

"Yes. This is not a hotel."

"But... look at the state of me! I'm huge, and I'm a mess. I can't walk home like this!"

Maria just fixed her with a stern look. It was clear that this woman was not going to budge. Maybe she even had another client coming along later, who knows? Maria strode over to the chair where Hannah had carefully left her clothes, picked them up, and tossed them carelessly over to her.

Hannah paused for a second and then extracted her knickers from the pile. She tried to sit up, but it was impossible.

"Can you at least help me get dressed?"

Maria rolled her eyes, then walked over and took the knickers from Hannah's hand, before dropping to the ground and threading Hannah's feet through the holes. She pulled them up as far as Hannah's knees, at which point Hannah reached down to take over.

"Ahem. Aren't you forgetting something?"

Hannah stared blankly.

"You have something of mine." Maria held a hand out in front of her, palm up.

Hannah racked her brains, trying to figure out what Maria could mean. And then she remembered the huge butt plug that was still snugly nestled inside her ass. Maria just stood there, her facial expression utterly neutral, hand held out.

Hannah wanted to cry. Any trace of affection or caring that Maria had shown before was gone, she was businesslike and curt. Tears came to Hannah's eyes as she rolled over slightly onto her left side, slipped her right hand down behind her back, and started to tug as hard as she could on the flared base of the butt plug.

"You might need to push a bit to help it along."

Hannah looked away, she couldn't bear the shame of this. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pushed down on the plug as hard as she could, while yanking on the base with all her strength. As the plug flew out of her, it slipped out of her grip and fell on the floor, while being pursued by a thick fountain of cum. As quick as she could, she clenched her muscles to stop the leak, but couldn't prevent it completely from trickling slowly out of her unplugged asshole, to match the constant flow from her cunt. Her bulging belly still felt as big as ever.

Maria just stood there, leaving the butt plug on the floor. Hannah now finished pulling her knickers up. She could lift herself off the bed to slide them over her hips, but they were damp and cold, soaked in the puddle of cum that she'd just pulled them through, and being continually refilled by the flow from both her holes. At the front, the waistband tucked low under her bump.

She managed to put on her jeans with similar begrudging help from Maria. Again, she was unable to zip them up at the front, and had to make do with allowing them to remain open underneath the bulge. The crotch immediately darkened when it made contact with her cum-soaked knickers.

She managed to push herself up to her elbows to dress her top half. Her dark-grey t-shirt was difficult to put on over her new, larger breasts, and of course it was impossible to pull down over her belly, but she decided to make do with having her breasts covered -- it gave her some semblance of decency, at least. Her boobs were still slick with the mixed juices from Megan and Maria, and this moisture caused the entire front of the t-shirt to darken. She could fit her arms into her jacket, no problem, but it was forced to stay unbuttoned at the front, leaving her enormous belly on display.

Now dressed, or as much as she would ever be, she stumbled to her feet. Supporting her huge round body with her arms, she could feel the cum now pouring from her pussy and ass and running down the legs of her jeans. She stepped into her shoes and could see the cum pouring down and coating the tops of them too.

"Leave now. You are making a huge mess."

Maria bustled Hannah towards the door, paying no attention to the girl's crying. With each step, the huge bulge bounced in her arms and squeezed more and more cum out of her body. She was soon out on the dark, deserted street, gingerly picking her way down the stone steps, and stumbling home as quickly as possible before anyone saw her.

By the time Hannah got to her front door she had left a long trail of cum behind her, and the size of her belly was noticeably smaller, but there was still more pouring out. She struggled to fish her door key out of her pocket, let herself in, and then made straight for the bathroom, kicking off her shoes and feverishly removing her jacket and t-shirt on the way.

In the shower, she tried to remove her jeans and knickers, but was unable to bend down far enough to get them any further down than her knees. So she stood there, took a deep breath, and relaxed the muscles that had been clenched for the whole walk home, allowing anything that wanted to fall out of her, to fall.

* * *

Half an hour later, she felt a little better. She'd managed to get all her clothes off, cum had stopped flooding from her body, and she was standing underneath a hot shower cleaning herself all over. She still had a stomach full of cum, which made her look 6 months pregnant, but she would deal with that in the morning. And she still had that strange loose feeling in her throat. Before going to bed, she looked at herself in the mirror, trying to appreciate her larger breasts, but it was hard to enjoy them, with all the other weird stuff going on. She could see that her pussy was still enormous and swollen -- she experimentally put a finger to it, and sure enough, one, two, three, four fingers, her entire hand, disappeared into it disappointingly easily. For the first time, the thought crossed her mind that she only had Maria's word that these changes were temporary. She went to bed, lay restless and uncomfortable for a while, and eventually fell asleep.

* * *

In the morning, Hannah inspected herself in the full-length mirror. Her body was spectacular. The bulge had disappeared by itself, leaving the smooth flat stomach that she knew and loved. Her breasts were everything she had dreamed off -- she cupped them in her hands, feeling the weight, watching how they bounced when she let them go. She lowered her right hand to her groin, sliding a finger between the lips and into her pussy, and gasped as she felt the familiar grip around that single digit. She laughed, blew herself a kiss, and did a coquettish little dance.

"Right, " she said out loud, to no-one in particular, "time to go buy a bra that fits."

In the wardrobe, she put on the loosest t-shirt that she could find, a white cotton v-neck. Cramming her breasts into it, a magnificent cleavage manifested itself, and she knew she'd get some looks today. Once dressed, she grabbed her keys and skipped out of the front door.



The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 02: Kelly and Gemma



Author's note – this is the second instalment in a series of 5. In addition to the breast expansion, futanari, lactation and cum inflation featured in the previous instalment, this story ups the weird with the addition of nipple penetration and macrophilia. More of that corrupting Japanese hentai influence.




Kelly and Gemma fell into the dark laboratory, piercing the silence with their drunken laughter. It was a miracle that they were still upright. So far tonight they'd poured enough cocktails down their necks to flatten an elephant, and had been in the process of migrating to another nightclub when Kelly's suggested shortcut led them past a mysterious-looking door that they couldn't resist the urge to investigate. Well, Kelly couldn't resist the urge. As usual, Gemma advised caution, but as usual, Kelly's sense of adventure won out.

Both girls were dressed for a night of drinking and debauchery, their bodies packed into tight tops and short skirts, both of them perched precariously on heels that would have been tricky to handle even when sober, wearing push-up bras to make their B-cup breasts look more impressive. On the whole, they were both very similar in appearance – a little shorter than average, pale skin, dark hair. Years of drinking booze, eating fast food and getting not enough exercise (except for sex) meant that neither of them were what you would describe as thin, though neither were they obese. Just a little on the plump side.

"We really should leave. We don't know what this is." slurred Gemma.

"Ssssh" replied Kelly, staggering around the tables, inspecting the various scientific equipment and idle computers. She found one with a mouse, gave it a wiggle, and the screen blinked to life.

"What are you doing? Maybe you should be not doing... what you're doing."

Kelly ignored Gemma. A user interface had appeared on the screen, prompting her to click a button to start the RIBRUNT experimental program. How could she resist? She clicked the button, and a warning popped up. It looked really important, so she ignored it and clicked continue. Another warning popped up, twice the size of the previous one. Continue.

To both of their surprise, a figure appeared beside the desk with absolutely no fanfare whatsoever. A blue, hologrammatic woman. She glowed so brightly that she illuminated the centre of the room, and she spoke.

"Good evening. I am Wendy, the program interface module. To begin the program, all subjects and controllers must ingest a single measure of the nanosoup."

On the desk, a large piece of apparatus hissed open in a cloud of dry ice, revealing a number of perspex cylinders containing a benign-looking red syrup.

"Wheeee!" trilled Kelly, "shots!"

Quick as a flash she snatched up two, passed one to Gemma, popped the lid on her own, and tipped it back. Gemma, caught up in the moment, did likewise. As the red liquid poured down her throat, she briefly came to her senses and thought to herself "why the fuck did I just do that?" Too late now, though.

After a pause, the lid closed on the syrup shots, and Wendy resumed.

"Please identify the controller."

"Me!" yelled Kelly.

"Controller identified. Awaiting instructions."

Kelly stared at Gemma. Gemma stared back. Kelly cleared her throat.

"Uh... where are we?"

"This is the RIBRUNT laboratory."

"What's RIBRUNT?"

"RIBRUNT stands for Research Into Biological Reprogramming Using Nano-Technology. It's an experimental program."

"Cooool. And you're WENDY, yeah? What does that stand for?"

"Nothing. It's just Wendy."

Kelly uttered a noncommittal noise of disappointment. Gemma took her turn to speak up.

"Nano-technology? Is that what was in those shots?"

"Indeed. Your bodies now contain a fleet of nanobots, waiting on the controller's command."

Gemma stared, open-mouthed. This was... big. This was terrifyingly big. They should leave right now.

"Give us bigger tits!" hollered Kelly, who clearly had other plans.

"Command received. Implementing changes."

In an instant, both girls felt their clothes grow uncomfortably tight as their breasts expanded a couple of cup sizes. Looking down, they gasped in amazement at the change. Their push-up bras left nowhere for their now-ample breasts to go, but up, and they spilled out of the top of their clothes luxuriously. Kelly wasted no time in relieving her discomfort by removing her top and her bra, and flinging them into a dark corner of the lab.

"Fuckin' 'ell, Gemma, look at these babies! They're gorgeous!"

Kelly cupped her hands under her breasts and gave them a small squeeze. Gemma looked on, conflicted, on the one hand impressed by the transformation, but also knowing about Kelly's capacity to get the two of them in trouble when they were drunk.

"Come on Gemma, take your top off too!"

"No, I don't think I should."

"Awwww, come on."

"No, we should really leave now."

Kelly sighed with exasperation. If Gemma wasn't going to take her top off willingly, then she'd have to force her to play along.

"Wendy, make Gemma's tits bigger again."

"Command received. Implementing changes."

Gemma screeched as her breasts grew another two cup sizes, and her clothes became even more uncomfortable. The seams on her top started to split under the pressure. Kelly watched for a few seconds to see if Gemma would take her top off now. But Gemma made no move to, and Kelly reissued the command.

"More. Make her boobs bigger."

"Implementing changes."

Gemma's breasts grew once more. The seams on her top pulled a little further apart, they were barely holding together any more.

"No, no, stop this!" Gemma protested.

"Will you take your top off?"

Gemma thought for a second. "No, come on Kelly, this is stupid, you've got to stop!"

"Wendy, again. Bigger tits for Gemma."

"Command acknowledged. Changes initiated."

Gemma yelped as her top finally yielded to the immensity of her breasts and ripped asunder. Kelly looked on proudly at her work. Gemma stood before her, her enormous breasts perched on top of a tiny-looking push-up bra, the shreds of her top draped around her shoulders. Seeing her best friend stood in front of her with this magnificent new bust stirred a strange feeling of arousal in Kelly. She'd never been attracted to her before – never really been attracted to women at all – but something was different here. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was some side-effect of the nanobots, or maybe it was the way she'd watched Gemma's breasts grow and burst out of her clothes, at her command. But she couldn't take her eyes off of them.

"Oh Gemma, your boobs are amazing. They're bigger than your head! I just want to slide my dick between them and fuck them."

"Uh, Kelly... you don't have a dick."

Kelly looked down her body. Gemma was right – she didn't have a dick. Where had the words come from? They'd just sort of tumbled out of her mouth, unbidden.

"Wendy..." said Kelly.

Gemma stared into Kelly's eyes.

"No... that's crazy. I know what you're going to say, Kelly. Don't do it."

"Wendy, I want a dick."

"Command received. Implementing changes."

Kelly felt something shift in the front of her skirt. Reaching down, she lifted the hem at the front, revealing to Gemma the front of her exiguous thong. And indeed, out of the top poked a new growth, 6 inches long flaccid but quickly hardening.

"No, Kelly, this is mad. Stop it now."

Gemma was babbling now, protesting non-stop.

"Oh for god's sake Gemma, shut up. Wendy, can you make Gemma shut up?"

Mid-sentence, Gemma was suddenly cut off. Her mouth continued to move, but no words came out. As the realisation of this sunk in, her eyes opened wide in fear. Kelly smiled a devilish smile, and began to advance upon Gemma's mute body, her erect cock in her hand.

"That's better. Now, this is just going to get lost between those huge breasts. Wendy, make it bigger."

"Changes initiated."

Gemma froze as the erect cock pulsed and throbbed before her eyes, then suddenly grew two inches longer and proportionally thicker. She shook her head, silently mouthed "no", and made a dash for the exit. She had to cradle her huge breasts in her arms to prevent them from bouncing painfully as she ran. She stumbled and lost her balance in those awkward high heels, but continued to head for the door as fast as she could.

"Oh Gemma, that won't do. Wendy, stop her."

Against her will, Gemma froze, mid-step.

"Maybe it would be best if I controlled your body for now. Wendy, give me control of Gemma's body."

"Command acknowledged. Changes initiated."

Kelly tested her new control over Gemma's body. Awkwardly, in a somewhat robotic fashion, Gemma turned slowly round and staggered towards Kelly. She stopped just in front of her new controller, and fell heavily to her knees. Her eyes were wide and frightened, her mouth still silently mouthing "no, stop" over and over again.

"That's good. Now, let's take a look."

Kelly allowed her dick to rest in the space between Gemma's breasts. Still, it was too small.

"Wendy, I want you to make my cock grow slowly, and keep going until I say stop. That's good... good... keep going... stop!"

By the time the slow, steady growth had completed, Kelly now held in her hand a gargantuan member, definitely much bigger than any that either of the girls had ever seen in person, and probably even bigger than any than they had seen in porn. It was easily a foot long, but it was certainly true that it was a perfect fit for Gemma's colossal breasts. Kelly concentrated on manipulating Gemma's hands up to cup her breasts and squeeze them together, trapping the enormous cock between them.

"Hmmm. It's a bit dry." said Kelly, noticing a small amount of pre-cum glistening on the head. Mentally, she directed Gemma to loosen the pressure, opening up her cleavage to reveal the enormous cock again. "Wendy, we need lube. Can you change this dick so we get loads?" As a random after-thought, she added, "oh, and make it... like... fucking rainbow-coloured or something."

"Acknowledged. Changes initiated. You pervert." Wendy said with a hologramatic smile.

With that, a huge bubble of pre-cum surged up her cock and erupted from the head. Kelly was transfixed by the sight – the bubble was constantly shifting colour through the spectrum! As it ran down the length of her cock, the layer left behind was fixed in colour, causing a very odd, but strangely attractive rainbow effect. Running her hand slowly up and down the length of the shaft, she also observed how it mixed down to a delicate purple colour. She was pleased. Using her cock as a brush, she painted purple swirls in Gemma's cleavage, and then widened her canvas to draw a purple circle around each of the succulent nipples. Glancing up at Gemma's face, it was apparent that Gemma's resistance was failing. Kelly smiled a tight smile and once more turned her mind to controlling Gemma's body. Gemma was unable to prevent her hands pushing her enormous breasts together once more, and Kelly's huge cock was lost to sight again.

Kelly groaned with pleasure as she felt her cock enveloped deep in a warm, slickened embrace between Gemma's soft pale breasts. She experimented with a tiny slow thrust, and her entire body shuddered with the wonderful unfamiliar sensation of her dick sliding through Gemma's cleavage, the head peeping out of the top. She drew back and then pushed forward once more, the pleasure just as exquisite the second time.

Kelly went slowly to try and prolong the encounter, but it was no use. So aroused was she that only half a dozen slow strokes between those luxurious breasts were enough to bring her to orgasm. Her body convulsed as she felt the cum surging from within her groin and erupt from the tip of her penis into a warm cavity deep between Gemma's breasts. Four strong pulses, and the ejaculation subsided, leaving Kelly panting with delight. Mentally she instructed Gemma to release her breasts, and as they swung apart and her cock fell away she was treated to the wonderful sight of Gemma's purple-painted cleavage with a healthy deposit of white cum in the middle.

"Oh, Gem, that was so fucking good. You look... just amazing like that."

Under Kelly's control, Gemma's head turned downwards to look. She could have closed her eyes, but she didn't want to. Kelly was right. It did look good. And it hadn't felt bad either.

As Kelly's erection waned, she became aware of a new need. While she had been fucking Gemma's tits, her cock's desires had been the most prominent, but now that those requirements had been fulfilled, she could feel her pussy aching for attention. She hitched her skirt up and quickly removed her sodden knickers, throwing them aside carelessly. Looking around the room, she spied a low seat that looked comfortable, and walked over to it. She then sat herself down, facing Gemma with her legs akimbo and her skirt bunched up around her waist.

"Come here, Gemma, you're going to eat me out."

Gemma was unable to prevent herself from dropping to all fours, and slowly crawling across the floor towards Kelly. She could see Kelly's pussy behind the now-flaccid cock, glistening with wetness. It was shaved completely bald – that was the way that Kelly kept hers, Gemma preferring to maintain a tidy triangle of pubic hair, like an arrow directing guys where to stick their dicks. The thought crossed her mind that she was still in control of her mouth, and could do Kelly some serious damage with her teeth, which might be enough to bring this craziness to an end. But no, she'd probably just make Kelly angry, and who knows what sort of retaliation she'd face.

Gemma's face must have betrayed her thoughts, because Kelly stopped her just outside of snapping distance and fixed her with an intense stare.

"You're planning something, aren't you?"

Gemma mouthed "no, no."

"Yeah, you are. Wendy, might be safest if you give me control of her mouth as well."

"Changes initiated."

Gemma's eyes opened wide with fear as she felt yet more of her body become lost from her control and turned over to Kelly. Kelly, now confident that she was in no danger from her stubborn friend's protests, leaned back on her hands and allowed Gemma to resume her slow advance. Once close enough, Gemma's lower body dipped down on her elbows, her head moved into position between Kelly's legs, and extended her tongue to get to work.

After a few seconds of such attention, Kelly pounded her fist on the chair beside her in frustration.

"No, no, no! This is no good! I'm doing all the hard work! It just feels like I'm wanking. Wendy, can you help out? Like, control Gemma's body for me, or something?"

"Cunnilingus is not part of my programming, I'm afraid."

"There's loads of videos on the internet. Can't you watch one of them or something?"

A few seconds passed, then Wendy replied.

"Done."

"That was quick! Which one did you watch?"

"All of them."

"What? You're joking, surely."

"No. I have watched all the pornographic videos available on the internet at this time. Some of them were a bit... unrealistic. But based upon those that appeared to be plausible, I am satisfied that I can perform well at this task."

"Awesome, Gemma's all yours then. Go for it."

Kelly felt an enormous burden lift as the duty of directing Gemma's body no longer fell on her shoulders. And then she felt something completely different, as Gemma's tongue, under the expert control of Wendy's now-universal pornographic research, started to probe her body.

It took a few seconds for Wendy to find Kelly's favourite spots, but once Wendy had found them she was able to dance between them with perfect control. Using a combination of Gemma's lips, tongue and teeth, Wendy worked perfect magic between Kelly's legs. The experience, for Kelly, was mind-blowing. Prior encounters of this nature had been with drunken lads who had no idea what they were doing, and just wanted to get on to the next course. But Wendy seemed to know exactly when to stay in one spot and prolong the pleasure, and when to move on and bring delicious feelings elsewhere. Gemma, still locked inside a body that she had no control over, was overcome with the taste and smell of Kelly's juices, and combined with the moans of supreme pleasure that Kelly was exuding, meant that Gemma could feel her own knickers becoming damp through her arousal.

Wendy could surely have brought Kelly to orgasm very quickly, but she took her time, teasing Kelly to the very cusp before snatching that moment of bliss away. As the pleasure progressed, Kelly's arms grew unable to support her weight, and she lowered herself bodily to the seat. When Wendy finally did allow Kelly to experience that heavenly moment of ecstasy, it was superlative. Kelly felt like she was floating outside of her own body, wholly insensitive to the world around. The clouds finally cleared and she became aware of herself sweating and panting, Gemma sat back on her heels and obediently waiting for the next command. It took a while for Kelly to recover the ability to speak.

"That... was... wow... so what next?"

"Awaiting your command."

"You watched some fucking awesome porn, Wendy."

"I watched all the porn."

"Fucking hell. So, out of all the porn, what was the best?"

"I am unable to have an opinion on that matter."

"I guess not. But some of it must have stood out, surely?"

"Some content seemed particularly artificial. There was a lot of animated and computer-generated content that was remarkable for being biologically impossible."

A slow smile creeped across Kelly's face.

"Biologically impossible... but not for me, right? Not with... this?" She raised her arm and cast a sweeping gesture to take in the contents of the room.

"Indeed."

"Come on then, tell me about it! Tell me about the weird impossible porn."

"Well, for example, there is a fetish for nipple penetration."

Kelly just stared blankly. Wendy continued.

"The breasts have a hollow channel running through them, similar to a vagina. The nipple can be penetrated, by a phallus, or a tentacle, or some other object. The fetish usually incorporates lactation as well."

Kelly felt an involuntary rush of blood to her cock.

"Holy fucking shit. That's pretty far out. But I want to do it. To... her." Kelly sat forwards and gestured towards Gemma's enormous breasts. "Change her. Give her... weird nipples I can fuck."

"Command received. Changes complete."

Looking at Gemma's breasts, Kelly saw no noticeable difference. She reached out with her right hand, and placed the index finger on Gemma's left nipple. Pressing gently, her fingertip found an indentation that yielded to her touch, then opened, and parted to allow her fingertip to enter. Gemma was electrified by the sensations and being unable to respond in any way just made them even more overwhelming. Kelly's finger slid in easily – once it was buried up to the second knuckle, she stopped pushing.

The interior of Gemma's breast was warm and moist. Kelly withdrew her finger, and noticed that it brought out with it a trickle of thin, white fluid. Lifting her finger to her nose, she inhaled, and licked it. The liquid was sweet and warm, but unmistakeably milk.

All this time Kelly's cock had been hardening and was now fully erect, and once again she found herself consumed by the need to sink it somewhere warm and accommodating. Taking it in her hand, she moved it the small distance to Gemma's left breast and pressed it to the nipple. For the first time in a few minutes, Kelly looked at Gemma's face and saw something different in her eyes. The muscles around her eyes had relaxed, the look of fear was gone, replaced by... something else.

"Wendy, give Gemma back her voice. I want to talk to her."

Gemma gasped loudly as she regained control of her mouth and lungs.




The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 03: Abi



Author's note – this is the third instalment in a planned series of 5, and serves to tie together the events from the first two. Contains breast expansion, futanari, nipple penetration, macrophilia and microphilia.




When Hannah turned up at work one Monday morning with much bigger boobs, most people had been unable to extract much information out of her. She'd deflected their questions with veiled suggestions of a sexual harrassment lawsuit, which had shut them up pretty quickly. Abi, however, was the one person at work that she considered a genuine friend, and to her she had confided the whole unbelievable story.

Which is why Abi now stood in front of a heavy wooden door in an old part of town, raising her hand to knock against the weather-beaten surface. The story that Hannah had told seemed too far-fetched to be believed, at first, but the evidence could not be denied that Hannah had somehow managed to go from being completely flat-chested to healthily-endowed over the course of a weekend, and the residents of this building were the cause.

As Abi's knocking echoed around inside, she heard footsteps approach the door. The door opened a crack and a face peered through the gap, a fairly tall, thin woman with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes.

"You are Abi?"

"I am."

"Follow me. Close the door."

The face disappeared and Abi pushed the door open and walked in. She could see the woman walking away from her – this must be Maria. As Abi followed her through the corridor and around a corner, she watched carefully for proof of Hannah's story. It was true that Maria had something large bundled up in a sarong wrapped around her waist. According to Hannah, that large something was Maria's cock, but the thing that Abi could see was far, far too large. Or, was it?

Abi followed the corridor into a room, where Maria was stood, waiting for her. She had a stern-sounding voice, with an Eastern European accent.

"Welcome. I am Maria."

"I guessed. Hannah told me about you."

"Ah yes, a satisfied customer. You wanted to grow as well?"

Maria looked Abi up and down. Whereas Hannah had been clearly flat-chested, Abi actually had a rather well-proportioned figure, and Maria wasn't sure why she would be so desperate to be endowed with larger breasts. Still, each to their own. Abi was fairly thin, which was surprising, because she spent most of her life sat in front of a computer, but for the time being her physique did not betray her lack of exercise. She wore her blonde hair tied up, black plastic-framed spectacles, and minimal makeup.

"Actually, I must admit, I came here under false pretences."

Maria's glare could have cut glass. She was not a woman who was used to being manipulated.

"Out. Now."

"Wait, wait, hear me out. Just a minute, please. Hannah told me about you, and I wanted to know more."

"I am a private person, I do not wish to talk."

"Please, don't throw me out. I find you fascinating. Ever since Hannah told me about your... body... I've been barely able to sleep. I'm itching to know."

Maria thought for a second, and then spoke. Something about Abi seemed sincere, and for once she found herself inclined to talk.

"Hannah is a good girl. If you are a friend of hers, you are probably okay too. Sit."

Maria gestured to a large leather footstool in the middle of the room, and the two of them sat down next to each other.

"A few years back, I came to this country with my boyfriend. He was a scientist, a biologist, working in an experimental field. I didn't know much about it. He was never the nicest guy, but as time went by he treated me worse and worse. But there was nowhere for me to go, I could not leave him. One day, he invited me to his laboratory. When I got there, he was drunk, and alone. He gave me a little glass of something to drink, and once I had swallowed it all he told me that it was full of little robots that could redesign the human body, right there."

Abi was stunned. This was like something out of science-fiction. Was Maria teasing her?

"I just looked at him. A part of me didn't believe it, but then another part of me knew that if he was telling the truth, then he was now capable of doing something horrid to me. I begged him to stop, I got down on my knees. He slapped me, spat at me, told me I was worthless. He told the computer to give me a dick so I could go fuck myself, and then told me to leave before he killed me. I had no choice, I left. As I ran out of the laboratory, I could feel it in my clothes, he was telling the truth."

"And was it always that big?"

"No, it was a normal size at first."

"But your cum makes things grow. Hannah never explained how that happens."

"I don't know either. It was an experimental research program, maybe something went wrong somewhere."

"Where's your boyfriend now?"

"I don't know. I never went back to him. It took me a long time to get back on my feet, and since I met Megan I've never been happier. I stay away from where we used to live. I don't want to ever see him again."

"Would you change back, if you could?"

Maria sighed and sat quietly for a short while. It wasn't something she'd really thought about.

"No, I would not. Things sometimes happen the way they do for a reason. I wouldn't change a single thing."

Maria waited for Abi's next question, but Abi merely looked at her feet. Eventually, Maria spoke again.

"So there, that's my story. Why do you want to know so badly?"

Abi steeled herself – she knew that the next question was a big one, but it had to be asked sooner or later.

"Maria, I want to go to the lab. Will you take me?"

Maria thought for a long time before answering.

"I do not know if it is even still there. But I would not go. I don't want to bump into him again. And why do you want to go, anyway?"

Abi knew that this question would come. It was hard to answer, but after hearing Maria open herself up, Abi was aware that it was only fair to do likewise.

"I... I want to change my body. Like yours. You've been honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. I'm a rich woman, but it's money that I can't spend. I'm a bit of an internet Robin Hood, but instead of stealing from the rich and giving it to the poor, I'm squirreling a heap of it away for myself. But I pretty much can't spend any of it. The money I earn in my day job, that's fine, that's legit, but it's not enough to pay for... surgery. And if I were to get my body altered, I'd want it done by a proper doctor. You see my problem?"

"I see. If you spend the tainted money on the surgery, then questions get asked."

"Exactly. So here's what we'll do. I've got my laptop in the car. You tell me everything you know about your boyfriend and the lab, and in five minutes I'll be able to tell you how things are now."

"Five minutes, eh? You think you are pretty good with computers?"

"I'm the fucking best." replied Abi.

* * *

True to her word, the first cup of tea wasn't even cold before Abi had discovered that the lab was still operational – in fact, the national grid's private database reported that just a day or two ago there had been a huge electricity draw, which terminated abruptly. Of Maria's boyfriend, the trail was clear – a year back he'd fled the country under police pursuit. Abi passed this information on to Maria, and Maria agreed that Abi's claim to be "the fucking best" was not unsubstantiated.

* * *

Abi drove through the less salubrious districts of the town centre, under Maria's guidance. Though Abi knew the precise location of the lab, Maria had assured her that it was well hidden and would have been nigh-on impossible to find by herself. Abi was a little miffed, and a part of her wanted to kick Maria out and find it by herself, just for the challenge, but she also appreciated having someone along for the ride, so she stayed quiet.

"Slow down. Reverse into this alley. Leave the car facing out. Just in case."

Maria glanced across at Abi, a flash of fear peeking through her usually calm facade. Abi nodded, and manouevred the car into position as directed. She killed the ignition, and the car was silent. Around them, they could hear the chatter of activity as the town went around its business. Maria gestured towards a non-descript looking door.

"There it is."

"It looks like... nothing."

"Like I said. Well hidden."

"Okay, let's get on with this."

* * *

The room that Abi stepped into was dimly lit, but was clearly a laboratory. As her eyes accustomed to the gloom, she started to pick out details. There had been some sort of commotion in here, a lot of equipment was upset. There was a smell, as well, a strong pungent smell that seemed familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on. However, the most perplexing thing of all was the enormous statue of a woman reclining against the wall. It was incredibly realistic, it was about four times life size, it was naked, it had two enormous cocks sprouting side-by-side from its crotch, it was looking right at Abi, it was breathing.

"Holy fucking fuck." was Abi's assessment of the situation.

"I'm Kelly. Can you help us?" replied the giant.

"Us?"

The giant raised her gargantuan hand and gestured towards a chair, upon which sat a regular-sized girl, also naked, with her arms crossed under her breasts and her knees tucked up to her body. Abi revised her initial judgement – this girl wasn't entirely regularly sized. Either her legs were abnormally short or her torso was abnormally long, Abi couldn't quite tell which. And her breasts, while not inhumanly large, were definitely at the top end of the spectrum for what a woman would naturally be endowed with.

"This is Gemma." responded Kelly. "We came in here by accident. We were messing around and then we got... a bit stuck."

"So I see." said Abi, looking around at the computer screens displaying error messages. "Looks like you've had some sort of power failure."

"Yeah, something like that. We need help, we need to get back to normal. We can't go outside like this."

Abi lived for these sorts of challenges. She was at her happiest when confronted by an unfamiliar IT system, and the more obscure the problem, the better. She looked at Kelly, smiled, and then turned to Maria.

"This might take a little while."

"You need food and coffee?"

Abi beamed. It was as if Maria had read her mind.

* * *

While Maria was out getting provisions, Abi started to familiarise herself with the computer systems. When the power had failed, things had gotten a bit icky (that's the technical jargon), and a lot of stuff needed straightening out before she could bring everything back up cleanly. At first, she managed some stilted conversation with Kelly and Gemma, but after a little while she found herself so engrossed in the computers that she didn't even notice them speaking. She didn't notice when Maria returned, with blankets and immense quantities of fruit and vegetables (Kelly had quite an appetite, and Maria luckily knew someone who could obtain enough food to satisfy a giantess at a decent price). She didn't notice the pizza and coffee that appeared by her hand, and she didn't even notice as she consumed them on autopilot. She didn't notice when the sun went down and Maria excused herself, she didn't notice when Maria returned in the morning.

"How is it going?" asked Maria.

"Hmh?" replied the form hunched over the keyboard.

"Is it going well?"

"Uh, yeah. Actually. Nearly there. I think we're just about ready to have a crack at bringing everything back online."

Abi hit a few keys with a flourish, and every screen in the room went briefly black, before they blinked back into life and started spewing debug text. She nodded in approval, it was looking good so far. After a few minutes, the text all disappeared, to be replaced by friendly-looking graphical user interfaces. By a desk a few metres away from Abi, a blue hologramatic person popped into life.

"Good morning. I am Wendy, the program interface module. To begin the program, all subjects and controllers must ingest a single measure of the nanosoup."

On the desk, a large piece of apparatus hissed open, bathed in a cloud of dry ice, to reveal a number of perspex containers full of red syrup. Abi stood up, walked over, and picked up one of the cups. She looked at it for a second before popping the lid open and consuming the contents.

"Please identify the controller." said Wendy.

"I am the controller." replied Abi.

"Controller identified. Awaiting instructions."

"Change us back!" yelled Kelly and Gemma in unison. There was a few seconds pause.

"Why is nothing happening?" asked Gemma, a note of panic in her voice.

"Because," began Abi, "you're not the controller. I'm the controller."

"So change us back then! Give the instruction!" implored Kelly.

"Hang on, hang on." said Abi. "I can change you back, don't worry about that. The thing is, it's not very often that you walk in on a giant woman with two dicks. I'm intrigued to know what you two were up to."

"We were playing with the... thing... and then everything got... sexy." replied Kelly.

Abi's pulse quickened at the thought.

"Any chance of a quick show?"

"Come on, don't do this to us!" replied Gemma. "We've been sat here, terrified that we'd be stuck like this for ever. We just want to be normal again."

"You've got your whole lives to be normal! What about one, final, fucked-up fuck, while you still can?"

Kelly and Gemma both had to agree that Abi made a good point. The system was up and running again, Abi could turn them back, they were safe now, surely?

"We're not going to get another power fail are we?" asked Gemma.

"Nope, I've fixed that little bug. Classic buffer overflow. The kind of mistake that only a colossal twat would make." replied Abi smugly.

Now that Abi was no longer focusing on the computers, she noticed something a little odd about Gemma. In all the time that she'd been here, Gemma hadn't moved. She was still sat in the same place, still with her arms folded under her enormous breasts and her knees tucked up to her stomach.

"Is there something wrong with your arms and legs?" she asked.

"Not wrong, exactly." replied Gemma. "When Kelly was bouncing me up and down on top of her, I was kinda flailing around a bit. So she fixed my arms and legs in place. It seemed like a good idea, at the time."

Abi nodded, while desperately fighting off the mental image of Gemma flailing about on top of Kelly. There was a logic there, but it didn't add up. Kelly was enormous. For a few seconds she tried to turn things over in her mind, but couldn't make sense of it. Finally she gave up, and had to ask.

"I can't figure out how it works. Show me. Show me how you do it."

Kelly and Gemma looked to each other, waiting to see if the other had any objections. After a brief silence, Kelly wrapped her left hand around her huge cocks to hold them together, while with her right hand she effortlessly grabbed Gemma around the waist and lifted her up into the air.

Abi's curiosity was running rampant by now, and she moved around to where she could get a better view. With her new perspective, she could see something that she hadn't seen before – Gemma had two cocks as well as Kelly! Fairly normal in size, and positioned one above the other rather than side by side like Kelly's, but plain as day. Yet more evidence of the strange games that the two girls had been playing in the lab, it seemed. Maria was clearly intrigued as well, and was watching the proceedings with unwavering interest. The two of them watched as Kelly adjusted her right hand grip, allowing two free fingers to approach Gemma's pussy. Gemma moaned softly as two giant fingertips dipped inside of her and began to spread her lips. Abi's mouth hung open as she watched Gemma's pussy spread to an anatomically impossible extent. In only a few seconds, all of Abi's questions were answered, as Kelly lowered Gemma onto her cocks and began to slide her smoothly downwards.

Abi could see for herself that the two were a perfect fit. Gemma's body had been totally transformed during the girls' experiments – there were evidently no bones or organs inside her torso, just one supple vagina running the full length of her body. Her body bulged as the giantesses enormous twin cocks slid deeper and deeper inside. Abi could see as well that the reason why Gemma's torso seemed abnormally long was to fit all of Kelly's length – Kelly was able to pull Gemma all the way down before the bulges reached Gemma's shoulders.

Abi took a few seconds to remember how to breathe.

"That's... impressive. Bravo! I commend your sexual deviancy!"

She began to applaud. Maria didn't join in, but did smile wryly, which, coming from her, was equally enthusiastic praise.

"Do you want to see more?" purred Kelly.

"Yes! Yes!" whooped Abi. "I want to see everything!"

Abi watched wide-eyed as the giantess began to pull Gemma up and down on top of her like some sort of toy. Watching Gemma's body bulge and contract as the two huge cocks slid in and out of her was strangely hypnotic, like watching waves on the beach. As the sound of the two girls' pleasure reached her ears, Abi unthinkingly moved to touch herself, one hand disappearing into her jeans to play between her legs, the other roughly massaging her breast. Just as Gemma had said, her arms and legs were securely fixed in place, but as the speed of Kelly's hand began to increase, Abi noticed that Gemma's substantial breasts were starting to bounce heavily.

"That looks painful. The bouncing, I mean." Abi noted. Kelly's pace slowed slightly.

"Oh yeah, we have something for that, too. Watch this."

Kelly brought her right hand up so that she could hold her little fuck toy in both hands. She positioned a thumb over each nipple, and Gemma moaned in anticipation.

"Yes, yes, I want them in me."

"In you?" murmered Abi in incomprehension. However, she only had a second to ponder, before Kelly applied pressure with her thumbs, and Gemma's nipples opened up and swallowed them up to the knuckle. Abi yelled in delight. She'd seen something like this before, but she couldn't place it immediately. She wracked her brains before suddenly a light came on.

"Hentai!" she exclaimed. "I've seen something like that in hentai! Come on, which one of you is into that kinky shit?"

"Actually, " replied Kelly, seeing that Gemma was now way too overcome with ecstasy to speak, "Wendy did all the research. It was her suggestion."

"Wendy? The computer? Well, that's something new. Come on, don't leave Gemma hanging there. You can see that she's desperate for it."

Kelly had started stroking Gemma up and down, and now picked the pace back up again. Gemma's breasts were indeed held securely by Kelly's thumbs, and instead of bouncing up and down they now merely rippled with each thrust. Abi glanced over at Maria, who was sat down watching the show. Her enormous cock had started to stiffen and she had been forced to untie the sarong. So far Abi had only had Hannah's account to go on, but she could see that Hannah hadn't been exaggerating. It was enormous. It was still only semi-erect, but Abi could tell that it was closer in size to one of Kelly's giant cocks, than that of an average man. Abi still had one hand down her jeans, trying to sate her own rising urges.

"Oh, yes, " gasped Kelly. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."

Gemma wailed in delight and Abi felt her own body fluttering, as Kelly closed her eyes and welcomed her orgasm. Abi kept her eyes open, and was glad that she had, because what happened next was something that she would not want to have missed.

Kelly whipped her thumbs out of Gemma's nipples, and they were immediately pursued by torrents of thick white fluid, which poured out and splashed on Kelly's stomach. The same strange fluid was also erupting from Gemma's two cocks in much thinner jets, that arced through the air and landed between Kelly's breasts. Abi watched in awe as pulse after pulse blasted from Gemma's body and painted the giantess below her. By the time it had slowed to a halt, she thought she had figured it out.




The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 04: Kelly and Siobhan



Author's note - this is the fourth installment in a planned series of 5, and is a bit of a change of pace from the preceding chapters. 

It's taken a while to get started on writing this - I wasn't happy with my original plan for part 5, and so I put the series on hold while I considered totally rethinking parts 4 and 5. At long last I've had a flash of inspiration, and it complements my original plan for part 4 perfectly. 

***** 

Kelly sat alone at the bar, contemplating her cocktail and contemplating life in general, how one day you can be out getting drunk like it's any other night, and then suddenly the universe does something totally unexpected and you no longer recognise yourself. 

For Kelly, that event had occurred two weeks ago, and this evening, like most evenings, she found herself reminiscing. After the peculiar incident at the RIBRUNT lab, and her fortuitous rescue, Kelly had returned home to find herself a changed girl, in more ways than one. Firstly, there had been the question of what had happened to Gemma. Kelly wasn't worried about Gemma's safety, per se - there were plenty of reassuring emails to set Kelly's mind at rest - but Gemma wouldn't say where she was, or what she was doing. The only clue was that Gemma had specifically asked Kelly to hold off on looking for a new flatmate, for now. 

Once Kelly had managed to stop worrying, she decided it was about time to check out her "souvenir" from RIBRUNT. In the lab, the two of them had been utterly swept away by the powers of the equipment there, and their lust had caused them to transform their bodies beyond imagination. Before leaving, Kelly had had herself returned to normal, but held onto two small changes, the first being just a slight breast augmentation, the second something a bit more spicy. So she had undressed and lay down on her bed. She ran her hands slowly over her new boobs, gliding them across her belly to the vertical scar-like slit on her pubic mound. Bracing herself, she closed her eyes and clenched those new, unfamiliar muscles, feeling the change in her body that it triggered, a change that brought a smile to her face. She opened her eyes, and screamed. 

Kelly shook her head to try and clear that memory, and focussed very hard on her cocktail, tried to shift her thoughts away from that detail. She pondered, for the millionth time in the last fortnight, whether it was the events in the lab or her new physical attributes that had turned her from being a totally heterosexual woman, to one who was now spending time in LGBT bars. Her memory of that evening at RIBRUNT was hazy, she had been incredibly drunk. 

She swirled the ice in her drink as she reviewed more recent events. It hadn't taken long before her new desires had brought her to this place, in the hope of finding someone who could accept her as she now was. She'd had a one night stand with a fairly cute girl - they'd had some fun, but Kelly hadn't been comfortable enough to bare her secrets, and when the girl asked about the scar, Kelly just dismissed it as an old operation scar, and offered no further details. 

Even if it amounted to nought, Kelly liked this place. People were friendly, and that was enough. Right now it was still early in the evening, and she scanned around the place looking for someone to talk to, someone who didn't seem to be too immersed in a conversation already. You could tell a lot about a person by how they dressed and their body language, but Kelly was also acutely aware that her secret was a strange one, and the kind of soul who could be trusted with it might be living beneath the most unlikely facade. 

Kelly found her attention grabbed by a loud, but not harsh-sounding, female laugh. Looking towards the source of the sound she saw that it had come from a small group sat at a table that she had noticed earlier. There was a slim redhead in a brilliant scarlet dress with her back to Kelly, but even from behind she was clearly giggling. Kelly correctly judged her to be the one who had laughed, and instantly hated her. She reminded her of the popular girls in school, who were impossibly good-looking and always gave Kelly a hard time for being a bit awkward and overweight and unathletic. For the hundredth time in the last fortnight, Kelly sighed and added one more item to her mental list of things she should have done before leaving RIBRUNT - why had she walked out with this slightly pudgy body, when she could so easily have said "oh, and can I have a supermodel body and amazing hair". If she'd done that, then people like that laughing redhead wouldn't be so sickeningly far out of her league. 

Kelly realised that she'd been staring, and one of the redhead's male companions had noticed. She quickly snapped her attention back to her drink and tried to suppress the feeling of frustration that was bubbling inside her now, the depressing thought that it's hard enough to find "the one" for normal human beings, let alone physical freaks like her. The odds just got exponentially longer. 

The conversation over at the redhead's table had dropped to a murmur. Kelly stole a quick glance, and her insides twisted into knots when she realised that they were all looking at her now, every single one. It was like school all over again, the popular kids all huddled round, whisper whisper whisper, Kelly's so fat she blah blah blah. Shit. Head down. Grab drink. Gulp. Steal another glance. Oh fuck the redhead is actually physically laughing now, looking at Kelly and joining in with their cruel insults. Time to blow this joint. Drain the glass. Peripheral vision detects movement, the redhead is stood up, walking over. Grab purse. Muscles so tense, Kelly reckons that she could reach the door with one leap. 

"Hi." 

The softness of the voice caught Kelly off-guard. She froze on the very cusp of exploding from her barstool, and after half a heartbeat, the tension just melted. Attempting to reevaluate the situation, she came to the conclusion that it would be rude to leave right now, and so she racked her brains for a suitably polite response. 

"Hi." 

It would have to do. 

"My friend said you were looking over at our table, and he thinks it was me you were looking at." 

This could still go either way. Was this the setup to some torturous gag at her expense? Should she use the old "I was just kinda staring off into space" excuse? Kelly looked up at the girl's face, she had pale skin and green eyes, and was smiling softly. There didn't seem to be any malice in her voice either. It was a pleasant voice, sweetly musical with a strong Irish accent. With one huge force of willpower, Kelly threw off the burden of her school years. 

"Yeah, he got me. Kelly." She extended her arm for a handshake, and then immediately felt slightly awkward about it, but hey it was already out there, so might as well own it. 

"Siobhan," came the reply, as a pale, slender hand moved in to accept the gesture. Kelly felt that it made her own hand look clumsy and masculine by comparison. "Can I sit here?" 

"Mmm, please do." 

"You look like you were about to leave." 

"I... kinda was... sort of... I wasn't sure if you were friendly." 

Siobhan looked a little hurt, but when she saw the panic and embarrassment break out on Kelly's face, she just threw her head back and laughed, not a cruel laugh, but a disarming laugh that soon had Kelly laughing too. 

"I'm sorry, I'm quite new to this." continued Kelly, once the merriment had subsided. 

"Oh?" Siobhan lowered her perky derriere onto the barstool next to Kelly. 

"Yeah, I'm still figuring stuff out. I've recently had a sort of... awakening." 

Kelly looked Siobhan up and down as she talked, trying to be as discreet as possible. She really was a sensation to look at, her silky red dress clung to her body and advertised everything, from the curve of her breasts down to her slender waist and rounded buttocks. Sat up on the barstool, the slit up the side of the dress revealed long, toned legs which tapered down to dainty feet in matching red shoes, with toenails painted in the same shade. Kelly imagined having a body like that, a body that could make any clothes look good, instead of having to try on dozens of outfits before she found something that suited. Her and Gemma used to call such outfits their "sexy disguises" because they hid all the imperfections so well, and they so often ended up being just a fairly plain black top and skirt, like she was wearing tonight. That said, she was far happier with her cleavage than she used to be, and loved to flaunt it. 

"Do you want to talk about it? Your awakening, I mean." 

"Maybe. There's some stuff in there that is hard to talk about. I sometimes wonder whether I'll ever find anyone I can talk to it about." 

"Oh, babe, everyone feels like that, but in truth, there are probably a million people out there who have been through the exact same thing as you." 

At this, it was Kelly's turn to laugh out loud, but Siobhan didn't join in. 

"Sorry, that wasn't mean to sound dismissive. But trust me, I'm not exaggerating, my situation is unique." 

Siobhan thought for a while, then her smile returned. 

"Okay, well I can accept that you have to wait until it's comfortable for you. In the meantime, let's get something to drink." 

Kelly stared down at her empty glass, and flushed with embarrassment before pushing it away from her. 

"Yes, let's." 

* * * 

The two girls sat and drinked and talked for a while, gradually learning more about each other. They were shocked by how similar their tastes were, in music, film, books, food - the list went on and on. Siobhan didn't talk much about her career, but what she did say left Kelly feeling a little daunted by her successes in life, her years of university followed by a start in a career as some sort of financial contractor. But the subject swiftly moved on, and they talked about their friends and families and found common ground once more. Kelly asked about Siobhan about the friends that she was out with tonight, and Siobhan admitted that she'd only just met them this evening. 

"Do your parents know you're a lesbian?" asked Siobhan quite suddenly. 

"I... no. I didn't even know that I was one myself until recently. And I think I'm more bisexual. What about you?" 

"My parents? Yeah, they know." 

"No, I didn't mean that." 

"Oh, that. Well, I..." 

There was a pause, while Siobhan stared into her drink. She looked up at Kelly, her eyes seemingly asking exactly how far along their friendship was now. 

"Go on, you can tell me." Kelly implored. 

"And then will you tell me your secret?" 

"Maybe." 

"Okay, here goes. For the most part, I'd say I'm a lesbian, through and through. Men do nothing for me - I don't like the way they approach sex, and their bodies do nothing for me. Except for one part of them." Siobhan raised her eyebrows suggestively. 

"Their dicks." interrupted Kelly with a smile. 

"Exactly. What can I say, I still sometimes want a living, hard cock inside me. And... and I want their cum. In me. And on me." 

"Soooo, what you're saying is... your ideal partner would be a shemale." 

"Yes. No. They always have guys faces, and guys hands, and that turns me off. It doesn't feel genuinely feminine, does that make sense? And anyway, given the choice between a dick and a pussy, I'd still prefer the latter. Besides, I've watched those videos, they've usually got these tiny little dicks that don't get erect, and fake tits as well. It's just not sexy." 

"Okay, but someone who's completely and unarguably a woman, but with a dick - one that works properly, I mean - as well as a pussy... what about that?" 

"Stop it, you're making me wet." 

Kelly looked down into her drink, trying to hide the huge smile creeping across her face. 

"So, are you ready to tell me your secret yet?" 

Kelly kept her head down, but even when someone is looking down, you can still tell from their cheekbones if they're smiling, and Siobhan wasn't unobservant. 

"No. Fucking. Way." 

Kelly looked up, and their eyes locked for a second. Then Siobhan leaned forward out, locked her lips against Kelly's, and kissed her - a long, intense kiss that was full of passion, and both girls' eyes sparkled as they finally pulled apart. 

"Your place or mine?" purred Siobhan. 

"Wait, wait. Before we go anywhere, you have to know that there's something strange about it." 

"Strange? How so?" 

"I can't talk about it here. But it's weird. It scared me at first, but I got used to it." 

"I'll try to stay open-minded. Let's go." 

* * * 

They took a taxi back to Kelly's flat. Kelly imagined that Siobhan probably lived in some incredibly posh apartment with a spectacular view, and hoped that she wouldn't be too disappointed by Kelly's humble accommodation. In the taxi, the two girls were all over each other, kissing and stroking each others bodies through their clothes. Siobhan tried once more to get Kelly to spill the details, but Kelly looked at the back of the taxi driver's head and refused to say anything. Siobhan then tried to subtly slide her hand between Kelly's legs to see what was there, but Kelly pushed it away and whispered "not now". She knew that she hadn't been entirely honest with Siobhan, and needed to get this all straightened out before Siobhan's hands got any more bold. The journey was not long, and soon Kelly found herself walking up the stairs to her door, with Siobhan behind her murmuring little words of approval at Kelly's swaying hips. As Kelly fumbled for her key, Siobhan pressed up right behind her, cupping her hands over Kelly's breasts and nibbling at her earlobe, which didn't make the process any easier. Eventually she managed to get the door open, and the two tumbled inside. 

"So, this would be your place?" said Siobhan, looking through doorways. "Is that your room?" 

"No, that's Gemma's." 

"I thought you said she'd moved out." 

"I don't know whether she has. She's said to keep the room for her, for now." 

Kelly quickly pulled the door closed, to put a lid on that subject. 

"Can I offer you a drink?" 

"Sounds good." 

Kelly went through to the kitchen, her nerves fluttering. Fortunately she had a bottle of not-shit wine which she could open. She poured two glasses and brought them back through to the sitting room, where Siobhan was casting an eye over the CD collection. The sight of that fantastic body wrapped in its smooth scarlet covering took her breath away as if it had been the first time. The two girls stood toe to toe as they sipped the wine, watching each others chests rise and fall with their breathing. Siobhan was a bit taller than Kelly, though some of that would be down to wearing higher heels. 

"I still can't believe you're here" breathed Kelly. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, you're absolutely gorgeous. And I'm so... ordinary." 

"If you think you're ordinary, you're a fool. From the moment I saw you, I was... captivated. You may not believe me, but it's true. And anyway, now we're here, I think it's about time you showed me how unordinary you really are." 

Kelly felt Siobhan's left hand between her legs before she could react. There was a brief moment when the smile froze on Siobhan's face, and then it disappeared entirely. Without a word, Siobhan took a step backwards, put her glass down, and turned towards the door. 

"Wait! I've got to tell you..." 

"Save it. The thing is, you didn't need to lie to get me here. I wanted to fuck you anyway. But this... fuck you." 

"No! You can't..." Kelly spluttered. Siobhan was picking up her purse, this was a nightmare, how could things have gone from so good to so bad in a split second. Kelly was so afraid of losing this chance, that a strange calmness seemed to come over her. 

"Don't you fucking dare leave." said Kelly in a cool, measured voice. The authoritativeness of her tone froze Siobhan in her steps, but she didn't turn around. 

"Don't you dare walk out now when we're so close to something amazing. I didn't lie to you, not a single word. You're going to stay, you're going to hear me out, and you're going to be glad you did." 

Siobhan turned round at last, her expression devoid of warmth. Kelly gestured towards the sofa, and reluctantly Siobhan walked over and sat down, though she still looked ready to leave at any moment. Kelly remained standing. 

"It was a biological experiment, of a sort. The reason why you couldn't feel anything when you touched me is that it's hidden. Look, let me show you." 

Kelly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. She then pulled down the front of her knickers slightly. 

"Look, do you see that?" 

Siobhan leaned forwards, inspected with apparent disinterest, and then sat back again. 

"Looks like a scar from an operation." 

"Well, it's not. My... my dick comes out from there, when I want it to." 

"Show me then. I'm sorry, but I still don't believe you. Your story sounds like so much bullshit." 

"I will, but first I need to prepare you for it. I don't want you to be surprised by this. The thing is, there's something wrong with it. It doesn't exactly look like you'd expect it to." 

"Well what does it look like?" 

"That's the thing - it changes, and I never know in advance." 

"That's fucking ridiculous." 

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's the truth. So I'll show it to you now, but I just wanted you to be warned. Expect... anything." 

Siobhan grunted. A small part of her secretly wondered if maybe Kelly was telling the truth, but for the most part she expected to be out that door within the next minute. 

Kelly's nervousness was off the chart. She hadn't wanted it to go this way, but she hoped that once Siobhan believed her again, they'd be able to make up for lost time. She closed her eyes, silently hoping that whatever form her cock took tonight, it would be as unembarrassing as possible, and with her breath held she clenched the muscles that would open up the crack and push her cock out. 

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Kelly heard Siobhan laugh, a laugh that was hard to interpret. With her eyes still tightly shut, Kelly asked "what does it look like?" 

"Oh my god, " laughed Siobhan, and Kelly was relieved to hear that the smile had returned to her face, "it's a cucumber." 

Kelly opened her eyes at long last and looked down at the dark green appendage that was hanging flaccidly from her crotch. 

"Yep, had that one once before." 

"I'm sorry for laughing, this is just a lot to take in." 

"On the plus side, at least now you'll agree that my story checks out." 

"Yeah, though being banged with a cucumber wasn't really what I was hoping for." 

"That's only the way it looks. Close your eyes." 

Siobhan duly did so. 

"You're right, now there's no cucumber." 

"Don't be sarcastic. Keep your eyes closed, and touch it." 

"I shall touch your cucumber." 

"Oh for fuck's sake!" shouted Kelly, and stomped off into the bathroom. 

* * * 

After a few minutes, Siobhan knocked sheepishly at the door. 

"Look, I'm sorry." 

"I know I'm a freak," sobbed Kelly, "it's all a joke to you, but this is my life. This is real to me." 

"I know, I know. I laughed because... even with your warning, it caught me by surprise. I want to try again." 

Kelly sniffed away the tears. 

"I can wear a condom if you like, that might help." 

"No, you don't have to. I'm ready for this. Come back through." 

The girls sat back down on the sofa and had a drink of wine. Siobhan moved up next to Kelly so that their legs were touching, and with her fingertips began to trace a line up Kelly's inner thigh, closer and closer to Kelly's crotch. Both girls held their breath as Siobhan's hand edged inexorably nearer, until it could come no closer, and Siobhan took Kelly's cock into her hand. 




The RIBRUNT Series Pt. 05: Sota and Sheila



Author's Note - this is the final instalment that I have planned for this series. Writing of this series stalled for a while after episode 3, because I wasn't satisfied with my original plan for episode 5. After much racking of brains, inspiration struck, and I knew how to end the series! Hurrah! 

Like the other 4 parts, my aim was for this story to be an enjoyable read whether or not you've read any of the others. However, I think that the pay-off at the end won't make full sense unless you've read them all. 

This story incorporates various fetishes of mine including tentacle sex, cum inflation, panty stuffing, exhibitionism, and maybe even some other stuff by the time I've finished writing it. 

***** 

Abi was going to change the world, but not today. She had a lot of things to take care of first. With the RIBRUNT facility now in her control, the sky was the limit. The nanobots had already proven that they could effortlessly change people's bodies and control their minds, the question was - what was she going to do with it? Should she use her powers for evil, enslave mankind, take over the world? It probably wouldn't even be that hard. No, she would resist the temptation. She would use RIBRUNT for good, develop a program that would direct the nanobots to self-replicate and spread, while reprogramming the brains of all the people they encountered to be more compassionate, more generous. Imagine a world like that. Of course, she knew that self-replicating nanobots was the stuff of science-fiction nightmares, and not something to be done lightly. 

First step was to move the hardware from its current location to her own premises. Right now, there could be a knock on the door any day, and she wouldn't be able to relax until it was safely under wraps. She'd already made a start - the equipment for building the nanobots was fairly self-contained, and had been easy to transport, but she'd need to be a lot more familiar with the transmission units before she risked taking them apart, lest she be unable to rebuild them at the other end. 

To kill two birds with one stone, she had decided to use RIBRUNT to repay some old favours. She'd be able to gain familiarity with the system at the same time as giving something back to a guy who'd saved her ass more than once in the past. She was reluctant to tell anyone about RIBRUNT, but her and Sota knew so much about the skeletons in each others closets that she knew they'd always keep each others secrets. 

At first, Sota had thought she was having a laugh at his expense, but eventually she convinced him that this was for real - she could quite literally make all of his sexual fantasies come true. 

There then followed a period of a few days where Sota sent a bunch of links to Abi - videos and drawings and computer-generated images, that outlined some of his perversions, and Abi spent those days sat in front of her computer masturbating pretty much continuously. This is all well and good, she wrote, but you'll need to find someone to fulfil the other role in this activity. Can't you do it, he asked, and she replied that no, she was going to be the director, controlling the computer, handling matters both trivial and critical as and when they arose, making sure that everything went perfectly. To do that right would require all of her attention. 

Abi heard nothing from Sota for a few days, and then an email out of the blue. I've found someone, he said, I haven't told her any details, but she's into all that stuff too. She'd be up for it. What do you think? It didn't take Abi long to dig up some dirt on the proposed participant, an American woman called Sheila - the sort of personal information that would ensure that the secret of RIBRUNT would definitely be safe with her. She gave Sota the okay, and very soon flights and hotels were being booked to bring both of them back to England. 

Just in case, Abi arranged to meet the two of them in a neutral and reasonably unpopulated location. Once they were in her car, she blindfolded them as a precaution, so they wouldn't know the exact location of the facility - not that she was planning on keeping the equipment there for much longer. As she drove, Abi checked that both parties knew what they were consenting to. She was conscious of the fact that these two people were effectively putting their lives in her hands. She had made a few changes to the RIBRUNT system's programming to guard against a fatal scenario, but she knew also that her own vigilance would be paramount. Another addition that she had made to the system was to provide a mental interface - using the nanobots in her own body, she could communicate commands to Wendy, the program interface module, non-verbally. This meant that she could respond faster, and without breaking Sota and Sheila's immersion. That was the plan, at least. 

Abi pulled into the alley where RIBRUNT was located, and killed the engine. As usual, there was no-one around, though you could hear the hustle and bustle of shoppers from the high street nearby. Carefully she guided her passengers through the non-descript door, and into the main room. 

"You can take off your blindfolds now." 

Sota and Sheila did as instructed. The room was still pitch black, except for the searing harsh light of one computer monitor. 

"Wendy, bring the lights up slowly." 

Gradually the darkness was replaced by a gloom, and soon details began to emerge. The three of them were alone in a large laboratory, with many desks around the perimeter, some of them carrying arcane computer equipment, some of them empty. The centre of the room had been cleared. 

"How are you guys feeling?" 

"Terrified," replied Sheila. "It's starting to feel real." 

Abi smiled. "Sota?" 

"I feel like I'm standing on top of a very high building." 

"Let me take your coats." 

Abi took their coats and hung them up on some pegs by the door. Sota was tall and gangly and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the Atari logo on it, both of them looking very well-worn. Sheila had made more of an effort - a snug leatherette halterneck dress, with an plunging neckline that exposed her cleavage. By contrast with Sota, her body would probably best be described as curvy, with ample breasts and hips, hefty thighs and a plump round belly. She was confident with her body though, unlike Sota who seemed to walk with a constant stoop. 

"If you're feeling nervous, I brought this bottle of vodka to help you relax." 

"That sounds like a good idea." replied Sheila. 

There weren't many chairs around, but Abi managed to gather three around one of the desks, and poured out two generous measures for her guests. 

"You're not joining us?" asked Sota. 

"No, need to stay sharp." 

The three of them sat and talked about the flights, how was your flight, and the hotels, how are your rooms, and the weather, yes this is normal for the north of England at this time of year, until Abi judged that they'd made a sufficient dent in the bottle. She stood up and walked over to a nearby desk. 

"Right, let's get started. Wendy, open the nanosoup box." 

A large piece of apparatus hissed open in a cloud of dry ice, revealing two perspex cylinders containing a benign-looking red syrup, and space for about a dozen more. Abi brought them over to Sota and Sheila and placed them on the desk in front of them. The two of them just stared at the small vessels. 

"Second thoughts?" asked Abi. 

Sota looked up at Abi, then back at the nanosoup. He straightened his back, and then quickly whipped a hand out, snatched up one of the drinks, and knocked it back in one. He looked at the empty container contemplatively, set it back down, and then the two of them looked at Sheila. She looked uncertaintly at the remaining measure of nanosoup for a second, and then with a broad smile she leisurely picked it up, tilted her head back slightly, and devoured the contents. 

"Let's do this." she whispered. 

"Excellent, go and stand in the middle of the room." 

The two of them went to the space indicated, and stood face to face, breathing heavily. Abi remained in her seat - she could see everything she needed to from here, though she might move around later if necessary. 

"Ready?" 

"Ready." 

"Ready." 

Abi had already planned out how this encounter was going to start. She hadn't told Sota or Sheila the details, because she wanted them to be surprised, but she was pretty certain that Sota would love it. As far as Sheila was concerned, she didn't know about her fetishes in quite the same level of detail, but that was secondary. Her job here was to repay a favour owed to Sota, and choosing the right partner was his responsibility. She had to assume that what worked for one of them would work for both. 

Abi took a deep breath, and sent the first command to Wendy. Instantly, Sota and Sheila started looking around themselves in stunned, open-mouthed silence. Abi knew what they were seeing - as far as the two of them were concerned, they were now stood in Piccadilly Circus, by the Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain, surrounded by tourists, black cabs and pigeons, hearing the noise of the crowds and the traffic, feeling the breeze on their skin. 

"Is this... real?" asked Sheila. 

"No, it can't be real." replied Sota, "No-one batted an eye when we appeared out of thin air." 

"Feels real though." 

"It does." 

When Abi had first thought of using the nanobots to provide them with the illusion of being exposed in a public place, it had also crossed her mind that she could also provide the entire encounter via the same means. It would certainly be the safest method, that was true. No need to change their bodies - they could just sit there and experience a shared hallucination from start to finish. But she'd promised Sota something real, not just a mental trip, and he'd asked her to set up a video camera so he would be able to watch again later, in the comfort of his own apartment. Had it been anyone else, Abi would have point-blank refused to have anything that might leave a trace of hard evidence, but she knew that if anyone could keep it secure, Sota could. Rather than saving it locally, the footage was being sent back to her place over an encrypted stream, which had the added benefit that Gemma could watch along in real-time. 

She now moved onto the next step, and this time the change was real, and happened simultaneously in the lab and in Sota and Sheila's perception. Sota began to transform, as Sheila stared on in steadily rising fear. He grew taller, and more muscular. His skin darkened, and hardened. His facial features began to contort, the shape of his head changed. The change only took ten seconds in total, and Sheila gaped in terror at the monstrosity that towered over her. Sota was now more than eight feet tall, and instead of skin he was now covered from head to toe in jet black scales. His face was hideous, no longer human but the head of a terrifying reptilian beast with long, sharp teeth in his snarling mouth. His clothes were in tatters - they had burst from his body and fallen to the floor as his torso and limbs had thickened with the muscular growth. His hands were changed - instead of each one having four fingers and a thumb, they had four long digits, each one tipped with a razor-sharp claw. Sheila panted and gasped - she had known that Sato would want to transform into a monster, it wasn't a surprise in that respect, but the reality of seeing this beast in front of her so soon was terrifying. Abi smiled - this was going exactly to plan. She needed to get Sheila as scared as possible, as quickly as possible. In none of Sato's videos had the poor damsel's response to the enormous monster been anything less than sheer horror, to start with at least. She sent a command to Wendy to moderate Sheila's heartrate - keep it high, but not so high that the poor woman was in danger of having a heart attack. 

"Is this... is this real?" Sheila managed to stammer. 

The huge billboards on the corner of Shaftesbury Avenue and Regent Street suddenly winked out, and were replaced with an enormous representation of Abi's face. 

"Oh yes, this is real," she said, her voice booming out from invisible speakers. "And there'll be video evidence to prove it." 

Sheila turned back to the Sota-beast that stood before her. She looked around - the crowds had noticed, but they weren't running in terror, which would be the expected reaction to the appearance of a hideous monster in the middle of one of London's busiest intersections. Instead they stood around, keeping a polite distance. A few held up their phones, and each time they snapped a picture, Sheila saw a little bubble appear over their heads, showing the photo that they had just taken, and in this way she beheld the creature from all directions. She stood, frozen to the spot in fright. 

Then, quietly at first, she could hear a sickening cracking sound. The people standing behind Sota began to take pictures furiously, and in the pictures that floated above their heads she could see that Sota's back was opening up, and from the darkness something was emerging, though it was difficult to tell what exactly. And then she could see for herself, a thick black tentacle rising up above Sota's head. But not just the one - she could see dozens of them emerging, all looming threateningly over Sota's head, ranging in thickness from fat snakes that were as thick as her wrist, to slender filaments that were barely even perceptible. They hung in the air, moving slowly in random patterns. They were not scaly like Sota's skin, but smooth and muscular. 

Sheila and Sota stared at each other for a few seconds - Sheila was panic-stricken, unable to move, while Sota just snarled. Abi watched, wondering what they were waiting for, until it suddenly struck her. She sent a small jolt of adrenaline into Sheila, which had the desired effect of inducing the terrified woman to scream, a high-pitched scream like something from a cheap horror B-movie, before turning around and trying to run away from this beast as fast as she could. 

This was exactly what Sota had wanted. Quick as a flash, four wrist-thick tentacles snapped out and wrapped themselves tightly around Sheila's wrists and ankles, lifting her off of the ground and turning her to face him. By rotating his flexible appendages around the anchor points he increased the number of coils and pulled her in simultaneously, until she was directly in front of him, cowering beneath his hideous visage, with her forearms and calves completely wrapped in his strong grasp. With that, she was totally immobilised, and would have wet herself had Abi not already taken the precaution of emptying her bladder, and the rest of her digestive system to boot. So far, everything was pretty much on-script, but as this encounter progressed, there'd be more and more need to think on the fly. 

Sota inspected his helpless captive from head to toe, and was pleased with what he saw. Abi, once again anticipating his fantasy, knew that it was time to start shifting the balance away from sheer terror to sexual lust. With another deft adjustment to the chemicals coursing through Sheila's system, she suppressed her terror just enough that the woman's innate longing to partake in this altercation could return to the fore. It was a masterful stroke, if she did say so herself. Sheila continued to struggle, but her fear was now mixed with arousal, and she could feel a stirring of desire begin to form in her body. Sota could also see the shape of her nipples stiffening inside her tight dress, and growled with approval. He was ready to continue. 

Moving her slightly away from his body, he brought his hands up so that they could both see them clearly for the first time. Abi had intended the claws to be mainly decorative, for the purposes of helping to scare Sheila at the start, but Sota clearly had other ideas. Extending one digit on his left hand, he gently touched the point of it to a space between Sheila's breasts. She whimpered as a small drop of blood welled up around the tip. Abi's pulse surged - this was the first unexpected event, and it was time for her to seriously start paying attention. 

Smoothly, Sota drew the claw downwards, slicing the dress open down the front as if it were made of warm butter. The claw also cut through to Sheila's skin, not deep, but enough to draw blood. Sheila winced with the pain, and watched as a wet red line appeared down her front. Abi responded immediately though, sending a command to the nanobots to repair the wound, a perfect fix that would not leave a scar. The dress hung off of Sheila's body, revealing the pale skin of her body and the front of her lacy blue knickers. With two more small snips across the front of her shoulders, Sota cut through the straps that supported the scrap of fabric that had once been Sheila's dress, and it fell to the floor. 

The Sota-monster looked at Sheila's near-naked body and growled with desire, his tentacles wriggling and writhing in the air above his head. His trapped victim was moaning with lust, to have had her dress cut off of her by this powerful beast was sending shivers through her body. The gathered crowds went wild with their cameras again, and Sheila looked around at pictures of herself, some showing her entire body, and some zoomed in on little details like her hard pink nipples, the red line of blood down her front, or the damp patch on the front of her knickers. 

Sota now brought a tentacle across in front of his face for Sheila to inspect more closely. It wasn't as thick as the ones that held her immobile, this one was probably just a couple of centimetres across. Sheila immediately noticed that the surface of it looked glossy, and after a second she spotted that a clear viscous fluid was flowing from a hole in the very tip, and also from smaller pores around the shaft. The smell of it was intoxicating, she could feel herself becoming dizzy as she breathed it in. Abi's face appeared on the big screen again. 

"It's an aphrodisiac, not that I think you'll need it. Have fun." 

The tentacle now slowly snaked its way down until it hovered near Sheila's crotch. Her head cleared slightly now that the overwhelming scent was no longer so close to her face. The tentacle lingered there for a second, before it moved forwards and the tip touched to the fabric of Sheila's knickers, directly on top of her pussy. 

Sheila gasped, and then a few seconds later, once the pungent fluid had soaked through the fabric and made direct contact with her skin, she felt a sudden lustful urge as the aphrodisiac finally kicked in. She felt an insatiable need in her body, and looking at all of those tentacles that waved above Sota's head, she wanted them all inside her, from the thin wiry ones to the very thickest, she wanted her cunt to be filled with them. The one that still pressed against her body started to push to and fro, spreading more and more of that thick gelatinous syrup on her, rubbing the rough fabric against her labia. She felt it push into her, trying to stretch the sodden fabric inside of her pussy, and moaned with disappointment that it wasn't able to stretch more. Every spot that was touched by the tentacle's juice bristled with arousal, and she wanted that feeling deeper. 

"Please, " she begged, closing her eyes. "I want you inside me." 

Sota's response was immediate. Sheila felt a searing pain on either side of her hips and looked down to see twin red lines betraying the beast's latest cuts. Her knickers were now a blue shred of fabric, and as Abi leapt into action to repair the incisions in Sheila's body, the tentacle pushed inside, wearing the wet garment like a sheath, and sliding in deep. Sheila wailed in delight at the mixture of sensations, the roughness of the knickers being pushed into her pussy also taking with them a trail of slimy fluid that set her on fire and went slowly deeper and deeper. When the tentacle was finally as deep as it could go, she had a moment to look around at the pictures that the surrounding bystanders were taking, the tentacle disappearing into her body with what was left of her knickers dangling from her pussy.