From: Leer King [bigkingleer@yahoo.com]
Sent: Tuesday, June 20, 2000 8:57 PM
To: Wren@Wren-spot.com

This may be the start of a beautiful friendship.
I wrote this as the possible beginning of a series,
and it may be some time before I contact you again.
Additionally, the text file is rather... dishevled,
and I would most appreciate a quick look-through
before you post it. Thankz.
       Da King

     This might be the first             
_________story in a series, if I get
(_________)enough favorable reader response.        |
        |  I know that it takes a minute to       |
|\/\/| |get to the good stuff, but I+m       ____| 
|____| |____writing a story, not just a         /   
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|    \sex scene. -Bare+ with me, I        |   
\_________/    |won+t have to reset the scene
\___________________/in the next few stories and we   
       |         |can get on with it. Welcome
to           | /\   /\ |my madness.                   
          | \_\ /_/ |     King LEER
(bigkingleer@yahoo.com)      |    _    |(M/F, anal,
oral, and straight sex,      \   /|\   / breast, body
and ass inflation)          \       /                
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\___/Chapter 1 - Des     The
scene is a nightclub in a city, sometime in the
future, or the past, it does not matter.  Loud, funky
tekno music, with the backbeat that sounds like an
eighteen wheeler on a bridge, or an orgy on a
timpani drum.  Wide ethnic diversity.  A lot of women,
very few clothes.  Most of the dancers
have very large breasts, and tiny shirts.  Think fresh
fruit department, melon section.  Large
asses in small skirts, or no skirts at all, are also
prominent.     A tall, rather thin man, dressed in a
gray suit and burgundy shirt,  sits at a table,
peering intently into the crowd.  He spots a black
woman in her mid twenties, maybe 5'3". His gaze
travels from her perfect feet up to her wide,
plump thighs, then to her rapidly pumping
two-foot-wide ass in a one-and-a-half-foot-wide
spandex skirt, barely doing its job, upward to her
thin waist, and then on to her B-cup breasts,
almost, but not quite, escaped from a  matching
strapless spandex belly shirt that must have
shrunk in the wash.  Her face is baby-round, large
brown eyes, lips the color of a chocolate
covered rose, bug-cute nose, bouncy brown ringlets of
hair.     This one should be.... amusing, he
thinks.  Standing, he slips gracefully through the
undulating throng until he is behind the young
woman.  Tapping her on the shoulder, she turns to meet
his devilishly handsome grin.  She
suddenly feels... warm...  His voice is a smooth
baritone, reminding her of the hot fudge sauce
her auntie would smother the ice-cream with at her
family reunions with.     -You aren+t really
enjoying this, are you?+ He says, already knowing, but
not really caring about the answer.     -
Well, I... Nothing else to do around here!+  She says,
with her most enticing innocent voice.     -I
can think of a few things we could do,+ he says, and
although he stands stock-still, the dance
continues around him, though never seeming to touch
him.  -Shall we?+  He offers her his arm.
Why not? she thinks, not even stopping to ponder the
possible dangers as she takes his arm.  -I
have to be home before my... bedtime...+ she says, not
quite so innocently.     -I don+t think you
have to worry about your bed time.+  You have no
idea... he thinks.Fade to black as they leave
the club.  A quick and silent flight via dragonfly
through the shimmering city night brings them to
a large building, maybe three stories tall, the girl
(whose name was Odessa Durwin, though that
doesn+t matter) is not quite sure. The place is a
nondescript concrete gray, and it covers the
entire block on the outskirts of the city.  This is
not unusual, for a someone rich to make one of
their homes in an undesirable neighborhood, sealing it
off with barriers and automated weapons,
and other things too nasty to name.  The dragonfly, a
hovering vehicle built for speed and agility,
lands on the roof.  Odessa, or Des as her friends call
her, suddenly feels very uneasy, and clings
to the man who had given his name as Bryan on the
short flight over.       -Scared, little one?
You have nothing to fear in my house.+ His voice is
oddly reassuring, and she relaxes a bit,
though she doesn+t let go of Bryan.  A slight
mechanical whirring sound announces the opening
of a pair of doors under the dragonfly, and it drops
beneath the roof on a mechanical lift, after
which the doors close again, leaving Des and Bryan
alone.  She wonders momentarily if this is
where it will all happen, but another whirring ends
those thoughts and brings an elevator from the
roof, with a plaque on the door reading -Welcome to
the home of Bryan Tobinado Stanfield.+
They walk quickly to the elevator, and as they drop
for what seems too long a time for three
floors, Des decides to make her intentions known.    
Still clinging to him, she begins to rub
against him, softly at first, until the soft humming
in the background is accompanied by Des+ soft
moans and the thousand kisses they shower on each
other.  Bryan+s hands are slightly cool
against Des+ hot skin, and she leads one of his hands
to her breast beneath her straining top. As
he slowly strokes her ample chest, his other hand
moves downward to her firm round ass,
squeezing and caressing through the spandex.  Des+
moans become slightly louder, Bryan+s
strangely slow breathing becomes slightly quicker as
the door opens, revealing a huge room,
sumptuously decorated.     Fanciful creatures from
legends play across the tapestries hung on
the walls, and the twenty foot high vaulted ceiling is
painted in a dark blue, with occasional points
of gold and silver that twinkle in the dim light from
the fireplace on the far wall.  The wooden
floor is dark ebony, with deep rugs and furs spread
out, begging to be rolled upon.  The king size
bed against the left from the elevator is draped in
dark red-wine coloured sheets with a small
table to one side, and the Holo-projector in the
center of the room is a stylish black and steel,
with two overstuffed sofas on either side.  Other than
this, and the small bar-kitchen in the near
right corner, there is no other furniture in the
thirty by thirty room.  There are no windows, and the
firelight is accented only by candles in wall sconces
every few feet.     Des+ attention is
momentarily caught by the dark grandeur of the room as
they exit the elevator, and Bryan strides
to the kitchen, returning with an unlabeled wine
bottle and two glasses.  Pouring the rich red wine
into the glasses, he hands one to Des.  She warily
sips the wine, and the power of the liquid adds
to the heat filling her mind and body. She drains the
glass in one pull.     -More?+ He says,
chuckling.     -More!+ She says breathily.  After
another two glasses for her, and one for him,
Des can not contain herself any longer.     She drops
the empty glass to the rug, and closes the
short distance between them.  Throwing an arm around
his shoulder, she kisses him deeply,
tasting the wine on his lips. He embraces her, his
hands wandering up and down her back, then
slowly rising beneath the wholly inadequate top to her
perky round breasts and taut nipples.  She
moans, louder, and raises her arms above her head,
arching her back slightly.  He quickly lifts
her shirt off and over her arms, and her breasts
spring free of the restrictive garment, seeming to
swell as they jiggle against one another.     "Suck
them, kiss them... ahnnn" She moans as he
lowers his head to her nickle-thick nipple, running
his tongue around her aureole.  Caressing her
left nipple with his tongue, he softly squeezes her
right breast with his hand, and she writhes with
anticipation.  A sudden wave of pleasure washes over
her chest, and she feels her panties start
to stick to her moist pussy.  She throws her head
back, groaning, as another more powerful
sensation fills her breasts.     He continues to lick
and suck her rock hard nipples, his left hand
now squeezing her right breast, as she notices that
her breasts seem slightly larger than before.
Her hot skin seems warmer around her breasts, and she
panics for just a moment, then a voice
in her head says that everything is fine and there's
nothing to worry about.  Her breasts continue
to grow to about two feet in diameter, though she
feels no extra weight.     He looks up at her
with his devilish grin and says, "That's big enough
for now... on this end, anyway..." Taking her
hand, he leads her to the bed, where she lies on her
stomach.  He pulls her skirt down off her ass
and drops it by the bed, leaving her clad in only her
tiny, soaking wet silk panties. He removes
his jacket and vest, then cracks his knuckles, climbs
on the bed, straddles her on his knees, and
begins to massage her back.     Taking a small bottle
of oil from the nightstand, he rubs, gently
and firmly, all over her back and shoulders, noting
her perfect chocolate-cinnamon brown skin,
not a single blemish anywhere.  Moving back until he
sits above her knees, he rubs the fragrant
oil into her legs, then her thighs, his hands soft,
smooth, and strong.  He strokes the inside of her
thighs, making her groan again with pleasure.  His
hands begin to caress her large, round
buttocks, and she feels the wave of heat pass across
them, more intense.  Her bottom starts to
swell, her hips flaring out more, and her thighs
becoming more and more plump.  Her panties
become very tight, riding up her crack and rubbing
against her pussy, which is dripping a steady
stream of juice onto the bed.  Her ass reaches two and
a half feet wide, then three, then three
and a half before it stops its rapid swelling, and by
this time her panties are straining to the limit,
the silk completely sopping wet with her juices.    
"Take them off me! Please!" She says, as they
start to cut into her sides.     "I thought you'd
never ask," He says, grinning again.  Instead of
trying to pull them off over her now three and a half
foot wide ass which curves out from her
back almost one and a half delicious feet, he rubs a
little more oil onto his hands, and begins to
squeeze and rub her ass even faster and harder than
before.  She begins to worry about her
situation, but before she can move, she feels her ass
enveloped by a blazing though painless
heat, and her panties snap at the sides.     "Let...
Mmmmm.. Let me stand up," She says, and he
climbs over her mountainous ass and sits on the edge
of the bed.  She rolls over slowly and
carefully, swings her legs off the edge, and stands
up, staggering slightly.  She looks down at
herself and her breath catches in her throat.     Her
flat stomach is untouched, but her hips flare
voluptuously, having widened out to around four feet,
and her thighs have filled in to match the
two foot curve of her ass.  However, as she was lying
on the bed, her breasts had continued to
slowly grow, until they were almost three feet across
each.  Her swollen pussy drips down her
leg, and her nipples, now each three inches thick and
two inches long, are wonderfully, painfully
hard.     "Mmmmm.... Beautiful...." He says, eying his
work.  His trousers bulge out prominently
at the crotch, and he takes off his shirt and pants. 
Laying back on the bed in only his red silk
boxers, he grins at her again.  "Time for you to pay
me for what I've done," he says, and there is
no room for argument.     She slinks over to the bed
and slowly pulls his boxers off his legs,
freeing his pulsing member which stands erect, six
inches long, two inches wide.  She cocks an
eyebrow, grinning.  "You're out of your league, ain't
ya, little boy?"     "This is only the beginning,"
he says, grinning himself.  She climbs on top of him,
her pussy needing anything right now, no
matter what size.  He stops her before she gets to his
dick.  "Six inches may be enough for you,
but I'm not even horny yet.  Suck it for a while, see
if you like it better."     She swings over to
one side, her enormous ass wiggling, her swollen
breasts softly slapping together.  Kneeling over
him, she lowers her face to his cock, slowly tracing a
hand around the base.  She begins to lick
his tip, sliding her tongue over the silky soft head,
tasting pre-cum.  Grasping his rod tightly, she
starts to kiss and lick his tool faster as it begins
to grow.  Soon it is eight inches long, three
inches thick, and it throbs as she doubles her
tonging.  To her surprise, he hasn't made a sound
since she started, and his face is calm.  She raises
her head slightly.     "More..." He says
breathily.     "I want it in me!" She says, moving her
left hand down to her sopping pussy.     "I
want all of it in you! Keep going, there's more to
come!" He says, barely audible.  She lowers her
head back over his cock, and begins to suck lightly on
the tip.  He finally groans slightly, sitting
up, and grabs her ass, lifting her over his face as
she continues to suck.  "Can't... mmmm... let
you have all the fun," he says as he raises his head
into her crotch, licking her shaved pussy,
tasting her deeply.     She moans loudly around his
now twelve by three inch cock, and begins to
suck harder, her lips pulling at his head, her tongue
running around his tip.  As his dick grows
from fourteen to sixteen to eighteen by four inches,
she rolls his now seven inch round nuts in
her hand, feeling them swell in her grasp.  She moans
louder and louder as he continues to run
his mouth around her cunt, nibbling on her clitoris
and thrusting his tongue deep into her.  She
goes down on him, taking as much of his engorging
twenty-two inch cock into her mouth as she
can, sucking powerfully.  She cries out, cumming hard
as his tool reaches twenty four by five
inches.     Breathlessly, she crawls off of him,
turning to face the two foot monster she just deep
throated.  "Out of my league indeed," He smirks. 
"Where do you want me to put it first, hmmm?"
Wide-eyed at the thought of tackling this throbbing
demon of a rod, she instinctively moves her
hand to her still dripping twat, slowly rubbing her
swollen clit.     "Front side first, then."  He
gently
but firmly pushes her back on the bed, her huge ass
lifting her pussy closer to him.     "Not all the
way... please..." she says, scared, but extremely
exited.     "All right, I'll be gentle," He says,
pushing just the tip of his head into her slippery
pussy as she gasps in pain and pleasure.  He
slowly lowers himself into her, his cock burying half
of itself in her before she cries out for him to
stop.  He gently caresses her face and begins to
thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster as
she writhes and screams in pleasure.  He fondles her
breasts as he fucks, sucking her nipples
and squeezing and kneading her boobs as she bucks her
hips beneath them.     Suddenly, he
stops, and with one smooth motion rolls beneath her. 
She sits on his cock now, and drops down
on him until she feels herself filled with eighteen
inches of silk-over-steel, rock-hard shaft,
pulsing and throbbing in her tunnel.  She begins to
buck her hips again, and he matches her
rhythm, thrusting into her.     "I....uhn! I
want...ah... all of it!!! NOW!" She screams, and he
grabs
her ass tightly, pulling her down hard, burying
himself in her throbbing cunt to the hilt.  This is
all
it takes, and she cums all over him, spilling what
seems like gallons of her juices all over the
bed.     Panting, she says, "You are amazing... and
you haven't even come once!"     "Wait about
three seconds and I might! You're not so bad
yourself," he says, grinning, his breath ragged.
"No! Don't cum yet!" She quickly raises herself off
him.  "An orgasm like that deserves special
treatment!"  climing off the bed, she walks over to
the large white-bearskin rug in front of the fire,
and bends over, wiggling her round, tight, perfect
skinned ass at him, her brown skin glistening
gold in the firelight, wet with her sweat and cum.    
"I think I can hold it a little longer for that
ass," he says, practically running to the rug.  She
goes down on all fours, sticking her ass out as
far as she can.  He puts a hand on each of her
buttocks and slowly drives his monsterous rod
between her two foot round cheeks.  Spreading her ass
apart, he pushes just his five inch thick
tip into her hole, causing her to cry out.     "I'm
sorry.. I'll stop," he says, sorry to have hurt her.
"NO!" she cries, "DEEPER!" Her hand moves down to
finger her again dripping cunt.
Grinning, he pushes further and further into her, as
she screams and moans in pleasure.  Filling
her with sixteen inches of his cock, he lets her
ass-cheeks go, and they jump back to place with a
resounding SLAP!  He takes a firm hold on her waist
and immediatly begins to thrust in and out
of her pulsing hole.  She moans again, pulling one of
her nipples to her mouth, sucking and
biting it as he pounds against her, the rythmic
slapping sound accompanieng her moans and his
grunts.     Bryan grunts louder suddenly, and she
feels a warm fluid motion inside her, as though
a stream of hot chocolate is rushing through her
waist, past her stomach, and pooling in her...
boobs!  The now familiar wave of fire washes over her
as he continues to pound against her
swollen rump, and looking back, she sees his balls
getting bigger and bigger as they slap into her
thighs.     "He's cumming!" she thinks as the warm
rush continues. "He's filling my tits with cum!"
Her breasts are swelling again, and she hears a
sloshing sound as the warm liquid continues to
collect in her tits.  Her areaolae puff out, her
nipples swell, and still he keeps thrusting into her
relentlessly.  Her breasts are now five feet each in
diameter, and continue to fill as he humps her
firm buttocks.  Her brown skin shows no signs of
stretching, though her breasts still swell.
"I'm... about... to.. blow!" he says, and the warm
rush increases.  They stand together as her
nipples brush against the rug beneath her seven foot
breasts, her feet not even touching the
ground now as he doubles his speed.     "I'm going to
pull out!" he says, withdrawing his cock all
the way.     "No!" she cries. "Please! Fill me with
it!  I want all of your cum up my ass!!!"     "If
you insist," he says, and slams back into her hole.   
 She can feel his cock getting thicker, the tip
mushrooming out until he couldn't pull out if he
wanted to.  She feels a sudden bulge at her hole,
which travels slowly down his dick, doubling its
thickness,  filling it out like an animal balloon.
She clenches her ass in anticipation as the bulge
nears the tip and freedom.     "Here.... it...
COMES!!!!"  She feels a force like a tidal wave slam
into her ass, and the hot liquid fills her,
gallons and gallons of it rushing straight to her
breasts which tower seven feet in front of her.
She writhes and twists in countless mega-ton orgasms
as he buries his now three foot rod in her
to the hilt.  Her areaolae bulge out a foot, looking
like breasts themselves, and her rapidly
swelling soup can sized nipples suddenly gush forth
with hot brown liquid that smells of chocolate
and roses, spewing onto everything, filling the
spacious room to Bryan's knees before her breasts
empty themselves back to three feet.     He picks her
up as she passes out, carrying her to the
bed where he lays her down gently.  He fills his
forgotton wineglass on the bedside table with the
liquid still streaming from her shrinking nipples, and
sips it carefully.  The chocolate washes over
his tongue sweetly, though just slightly bitter, and
he puts the glass to her lips.     Coughing
slightly, she opens her eyes.  "Wow," she says,
"that's good.  What is it?"     "You tell me. You
made it." He grins.  "So, now you have two choices.
One, I take you anywhere you want to go,
give you a good sum of credits, and you never see me
again, or two, I give you a room like this
to do what you want with, and a dragonfly of your own.
 In return, we do this whenever I want,
you do what I say, and you tell me about any... likely
guests I might enjoy entertaining... and you
can still walk out of here forever, whenever you
want."     She thinks about it for approximately
one sixth of a second and says "Bottle some of this
stuff up and bring it to my room."          And
so ends the first chapter in the chronicles of        
 Bryan Tobinado Stanfield.  All this may be
explained          in further stories, but only if I
write them, and I          won't know what to write if
nobody tells me.  e-mail          me if you want to
suggest something.               -King LEER
(bigkingleer@yahoo.com)

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