Hands Across the sea - Prologue - As alien 'invasions' go, the 'Invasion of the nite-lites' was fairly benign. Thousands of luminescent globes floated over the world, stopping here and there, knocking hundreds of people out, who later woke up with strange powers. Some of them were miraculous, such as the ability to cure diseases, and make people smarter, and some rather obscure, like the ability to make sexual organs grow at will. This is not a story about the miraculous powers. Randy found himself stuck at the edge of the bed, in Ginny's room. A medium-set man in his 20s, blond haired and green-eyed, his naked body was trapped by the largest cock this side of a whale. Four feet long, and a foot around, it was too heavy to lift, unless he carried it like a sack of cement. Fortunately he'd already gone to the bathroom before Ginny turned him into the bedroom torpedo, or he'd be in serious trouble. He gazed around the government-issued furniture, curtains, and the too-thin door leading to the hallway, and his room. It was all 20 years out of date, and a more cosmopolitan person would have sworn you had to go to school to make furnishings look this ugly. Thank heavens there was a carpet on the floor, or the tile would have shrunk him to about two feet. Maybe it was an idea He leaned forward, and tried to get his hands around the enormous shaft, but he couldn't get enough purchase to lift it without rising off the end of the bed in the other direction. It was like that 'center of gravity' trick where women can reach down to a chair next to a wall, and lift it, while the men couldn't. It was all centers of gravity, and gravity was keeping him here. Gazing testily at the angry purple head, he wondered if there was a way to roll over, and shimmy to the bathroom. Maybe with some towels, he could cover it up.... He closed his eyes and sighed....one, two...and suddenly snapped them open when he heard someone knock. "Ginny, is that you? This isn't funny anymore" "No, it's Rhonda. Is Ginny in?" came the muffled voice of someone in the hall. Oh great, as if things couldn't get any worse. "Ginny's not here. If you could find her, would you please tell her to come back to her room?" "No, she'll be out for about another hour. Can I come in?" "NO!" he shouted. "That's...uh, that's not a good idea right now" "Well, Ginny said..." she started "No, please don't come in right...." he began to say, when the doorknob turned. "Well, what's so impor...." she ran down, looking at his mammoth organ. Her mouth dropped, and she stared at him like a mouse just before the snake finishes lunch. She shut the door, walked forward, and... Broke into peals of laughter. She howled, tittered, giggled, gasped, and cried with laughter, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Her whole body shook as she sank to the floor, her eyes closed with glee. This wasn't the reaction Randy had anticipated, but he could fell the giant column of flesh start to shrink somewhat, since everyone knows that laughing at a man's penis is the surest anti-aphrodisiac there is. Maybe if he got embarrassed enough, he could scoop the wondercock up, and make it back to his room. She was starting to wind down, gasping for breath as she simmered with giggles like a boiled-over pot. "Omigawd, omigawd", she wheezed. She'd take another look, and snicker again, until she finally sat down. "I can't believe she did that. I'd heard she could make them grow, but oh, my, GAWD!" and then she started to laugh again. "It wasn't my idea" he snapped, which just set her off again. "Oh, stop it, I can't take it" she rasped, as she struggled to control herself. "If you're quite finished?" he muttered. "Yeah, it's just...omigawd" She looked at him, with a more appraising look. "Uh, can I touch it?" He smiled weakly and nodded. She came over slowly, and stroked it like a pet. "I know its way overboard, but it's sorta, y'know, hot" she whispered. Tingles of pleasure began to race up and down as she put her palms over the most sensitive parts. A small part of him was noticing it was getting longer again, but a bigger part of him told the small part to shut up. She moved her hands over the tip. With both hands, she couldn't encircle it, but she began to stroke the front of it, moving both hands back and forth. She watched it visibly grow, fascinated to see it creep past the pillow, and over the edge of the mattress. "Uh, Rhonda?" "Mmm?" she murmured. "I'm sorry, but this is just so cool" She looked at him, blue eyes framed by her red hair. She had her shirt slightly undone, and he could see her nipples start to poke through the thin material, as she began to be turned on. "Is there anything I can do for you?" She grinned. "Not unless you can make things grow" Looking at him, she never stopped sliding her hands over him, her chest straightening as she fixed her gaze on him. "Funny you should mention that. As a matter of fact, I can" Her eyebrows rose as she slowed down. "Are you the guy who does tits? I've heard about you" She turned a skeptical gaze at him "or maybe you're just wanting to cop a feel" Rolling his eyes, he smiled. "I can prove it" She looked at him, smiling, and he could almost see the gears turning. Her face brightened, and she started to undo the buttons on her blouse. "Ok, the girls could use some attention. This monster is starting to turn me on" Randy watched with impatience as the 'v' of open flesh grew as she undid button after button. When she finally got to the last button, she shrugged off the top as she revealed a set of medium-sized tits straining at her bra. She watched his eyes intently as she teased him. With a deft movement, she did that magic trick that makes a woman's cups just drop off her body without the shirt coming too, and her breasts were in front of him, large areoles tipped by hard nubbins pointing outward with pride. She glanced down, then back up at him. "You like?" "Uh, yeah" he whispered. He reached his hands towards her, the light beginning to glow as his fingers neared her pert globes. She lost concentration as she felt his power start to swell the firm flesh in front of him. "Omigawd, it really does work" she moaned, pushing his hands onto her body. She looked at him with surprise, as his fingers slowly drew apart over the expanding tits, her eyes closing in pleasure. "You never told me how good it feels. Don't stop, please don't stop" "How much do you want?" he asked her, grinning as she moved her hands on him, now fully hard. She was going to get him off if she kept it up. "Uhh...I want 'em big, just keep doing that, and I'll let you know when to stop. It's sooo good" He watched as her hips began to move back and forth, her breasts continuing to swell, the nipples hard against his hands. He concentrated, increasing the pleasure, as she groaned in ecstasy. The two perfect breasts began to inflate, moving closer to each other, finally touching in deep, succulent cleavage that just needed a man's attention. She pulled away, then looked down at her new endowments. "Fuck! It really works! Can you just play with 'em, not make them grow any more? I'm going to sink into the concrete if I get any bigger. But you do have a slow hand. Get me off, and I'll get you off" She moved her hands over him in a steady rhythm, making him start to move on his own. His organ began to throb, which they could both see as she pleasured him. "Oh, fuck, if this was a little smaller, I'd fuck your brains out. Or go down on you. But you'll have to take an arm job. I wonder if Ginny can resize you for the human race" she giggled. "I'm on fire, I want this between my legs, but it won't fit. It's so warm, and smooth, I love playing with it. Wait, I have an idea" She stood up, and pulled her pants down, throwing her panties beside them. He could see her moist lips, full and ready for a hard fuck. She grinned at him, then struggled to lift his cock from the end. Slowly she slid her legs around the end, arching her hips forward so the round curve of him slid up and down over her whole pussy. She put the rest of him between her melon-sized tits, and slid them up and down over the top part, her sweaty skin providing lubrication as she started to ride him from underneath. She was hugging his cock like a body pillow, her ankles locked over the top of the immense flesh. She sighed as she felt him grow harder, hugging him and moving against him. Randy was in heaven as he felt her body touching every sensitive inch of the huge rod. This was kinky in a way, but he knew that he was building up to a huge load, and she was in for the surprise of her life. "Rhonda?" "Uh huh?" "My balls are to scale; I just wanted to warn you" "Oh really?" "Yeah, I, uh, I think I'm uh...oh fuck, I'm going to come a lot" "That's hot, I want to see that" The head of his dick was right in front of her face, his pre-cum flowing in a steady river over her tits. She was rubbing the slick liquid all over them, coating her body with it as she stimulated him, sliding up and down him from underneath. She could feel him throbbing through his hot meat as she slid up and down. Her clit stood tall and proud, sliding against the bottom of his cock, turning her on even more. Her pussy was dripping, both from her own secretions as well as the flowing pre-cum that was turning the room into a squishing, slurping sound, turning her on even more. "Uh..." she stammered "What's wrong?" "This is just so strange, I'm about to come, and I don't even know your name", she snickered. "It's Randy. I'm about to come too" "Come for me, Randy. Come all over me, let me see your cum" She squeezed him harder between her thighs, and he could see her enormous boobs bouncing back and forth over the top of him. Her hips swayed back and forth against him, dragging her liquid cunt over his erection, her breath coming in short gasps as she rode him. "Oh, oh, Randy, oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna...I'm...IEEEOOHHHH!" she cried as her orgasm took her. "Come, come for me now!" She squeezed her legs together, her spasming body sliding up and down. He felt his own orgasm burn through him, and saw her eyes widen as she felt the sperm race down through the shaft, and shoot out over her head, and to the wall behind her. It felt like gallons of cum were splashing over her head, as she put a hand into the stream and directed some towards her mouth. "Mmmmm.." she smiled as she got a good mouthful, while more mouthfuls went flying past her. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to take in more, but finally she closed her eyes, and swallowed. Aside from a streak that made its way through her hair, she was relatively unscathed. She got up and licked her lips, catching a few stray drops. "Gawd that was hot. You were right, I couldn't take that load, but I've never seen so much cum before" She stretched as she maneuvered herself out from under him. She reached out and brought the head up to her lips, then lightly pumped a smaller load out the end, where she licked it like a cat. "Good to the last drop", she smiled, then lay the thick tube back on the bed. "You and Ginny aren't hooked up, are you?" "It's a little late to wonder about that" said a voice behind them. "Rhonda Rhonda Rhonda. I can't leave a guy five minutes without your getting him all hot and bothered. And I thought he'd be safe in here" Ginny walked into the room, trying to look upset, but the hard nipples, and laughing eyes gave her away. "Well, if you hadn't turned me into the Starship Dickerprise, I don't think she would have climbed on board" muttered Randy. The two women laughed. "I supposed so. Ginny, why'd you make him so big? Why'd he make YOU so big?" Ginny turned to Rhonda and winked. "We were just trying out our powers. He had me the size of...uh...well, I was huge. I just tried to see how big things could get. I had to get to a meeting with Larry the Explainer. We both have a mission" Randy perked up. "Mission? What's the government going to do, turn us into porno spies or something?" "Not exactly," Ginny said. "It's sort of a diplomatic thing. All the countries are sending people with our powers around the world to stir up goodwill. We'll be 'enhancing' various people in other places" "So travel to foreign countries, meet nice people, and give them tits to die for" "And cocks to match" "Only the government could come up with something this crazy" "Hey, don't you want to see Europe?" "Well...." "For Free? " "Now you're talking" In a short while, Ginny had Randy back to normal (well, normal for a porno star), as Rhonda watched, a little sadly. "It just doesn't seem right Ginny. All the work we do getting them up, and you're bringing it down" "Well, I think customs wouldn't let us borrow a wheelbarrow. Beside, I want some more use out of this" Randy tried his most devilish smile. The two women looked at him, each other, and then started laughing again. "Oh Rhonda, I never got to ask you. What's your power?" Rhonda's eyes rolled. "I make assignments for supermen and women like you. Someone's gotta be normal around here". She buttoned her last button, then stalked demurely out of the room. Randy shrugged, and started to get dressed himself. Later that afternoon, they were issued passports, money, and some good clothes. A nondescript taxi picked up Randy, Ginny, and stopped off at a motel. A beautiful woman got in the front seat, turned back to them, and smiled. Even though Randy had never seen her, he couldn't have created a better pair; she was enormous, with large, prominent nipples straining against her blouse. There was a round, smooth slope to her breasts that would have made geometry even fun. She had an intelligent face (once he got that far up), with a whimsical expression as if she knew precisely the route he'd taken to meet her eyes. He felt a nudge from an elbow next to him, with a less-than-pleased expression on Ginny's face. He wondered about that for a second, until the woman bobbled slightly in front of him. "Hi, I'm Gwen. I'll be working with you on a whirlwind tour of Europe. All we ask is that you stay relatively anonymous; believe me, you don't want to wind up on the news. You're now officially part of the Operation" "Operation? Are we spies or something?" Her eyes closed for a second, as she seemed to struggle with a sarcastic remark. "No, here's the deal. You know that a lot of people were changed when the aliens arrived. Approximately 2,407." Randy and Ginny looked at each other "And all of them have powers like us?" Gwen shook her head. "Not really, they're all over the map; from people like you, to Jerry and Natalya" "What can they do?" "Jerry can cure AIDS, Natalya cures cancer" Ginny's face dropped. "Oh mi gawd. How often can they cure people?" Gwen's face became grim. "Only about 3 a day. They're young, but that means that only about 18,000 of each can be cured. Aren't you glad you don't have that assignment?" Randy spoke up. "Well, maybe they can find out how they do it, and then things would be better" Gwen smiled sadly. "Not yet, we can't. As far as we know, it's magic" "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" That got Gwen's attention. "Clark's third law. Very good. Hey, enough gloom and doom for now. Just be glad you're not sitting in a lab somewhere, being poked and prodded. I could tell you stories..." They arrived at the airport, and took the first plane to England. One of the privileges of flying Government was getting first class. For some strange reason, no one was sitting in the first 3 rows; they had them all to themselves. Gwen opened up a ladylike valise, and handed them some papers. "We'll be meeting Bart when we land in London. He has powers like you do, only his are directed farther, uh, 'south' " They opened the papers, which were mainly lists of things they weren't allowed to do. Their faces grew increasingly long as they finished, and Gwen took the papers back. "Altogether, there are about 5 of you; you two handle breast and penis, Bart does the gluteus area, Minette does vaginal sculpting..." Ginny interrupted "vaginal what?" "Well, it's a lot more descriptive than increasing clitoral, labial, and vaginal sizes and sensitivities" Gwen looked around. So far, except for her, they were being ignored. She sent some staring salesman a look that would have fried asphalt, and he slumped back into his business magazine. "So we're doing a sort of makeover for rich and famous people?" Randy said. "Not so much famous, but rich and powerful. After we became aware of the phenomena, the governments of the world got together discretely and started doing each other some 'favors'." "So you're going to have a lot of old people with big titties and cocks?" Ginny blurted. "Well, that has to be arranged with the recipients. Obviously we can't have the German minister for Cultural affairs looking like....well like me." Gwen bit her lip. "I was wondering, when we're alone, just the 5 of us. I’d like you to do something about these" she gestured at the vast expanse of warm flesh. "Well, I think it would be a crime, but if you insis..." he grimaced slightly as someone's shoe hit his ankle. Gwen brightened slightly. "That'd be great, it's not so much the size, but the...the lactation" "I can fix that too, I just ha..." he grimaced again as the shoe caught him. Was Ginny getting jealous? Had he missed something? Gwen looked at Ginny with an expression he'd never seen before. Gwen leaned forward, hooked Ginny's arm, and somehow got her to her feet with no effort. If that was kung fu, he'd have to learn how that worked. Gwen looked at Ginny, then at Randy. "And now, Ginny and I are going to have some girl talk. Alone." And with just a slight grip, Ginny was being moved delicately but firmly to the restroom at the rear of the plane. Randy woke with a start as the plane's wheels touched down. He looked around, and found Ginny...looking at him. If eyes could talk, he'd be getting a long dialog about something. Gwen was already awake, looking out the window. They taxied to the gate, then were met by a young woman with short, black hair, and flat chest. Next to her was a sandy-haired overweight man in his 20s, who could only be described as a redneck, or possibly the last surviving mullet of the 21st century. Another man, who evidently knew Gwen better than they did, gave her the 'air kiss' so popular across the pond. He was tall, dark and handsome in a Mediterranean way, and Randy knew when he was outclassed. He stole a glance at Ginny, who seemed to be captivated by the guy. He resisted an urge to kick her ankle, but the thought did cross his mind. Gwen and Ginny exchanged one of those looks that women understand only too well, and men are grateful not to be the object of. They were whisked to one of those tall-roofed cabs that still exist in parts of London, and deposited in a very expensive hotel. Gwen gave them a half-hour to freshen up and change into some very nice clothing, then they were back into the cab for a long drive into the countryside. Two ring roads and a lot of woodlands later, they drove up to what can only be described as a castle. They were all amazed at the rows of trees, crenellated buildings, and well-dressed doormen who opened the thick oaken doors with large brass doorknobs. Above them were two enormous knockers, and as his mouth opened to state the obvious line from Young Frankenstein, Gwen hissed 'don't even think it'. Slightly deflated, he shook his head as they walked into the marble hallway. Gwen pulled them into an interior drawing room, then nodded to the help, who carefully shut the door. Gwen lined them up. "Here's how it goes. Everyone, the person you meet is named Lord AM-mercy. That's AM-Mercy. If I hear anyone say Lawd a-mercy, there's going to be hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?" They all did. "Second. I know all of you have practiced your crafts, some on each other" She cast a meaningful glance at Ginny, who actually blushed. "You will work on those areas of your expertise (she gave the word a crisp emphasis), only. No one stares at anyone else’s' work. We're here to do some fence-mending, and some favors we'll likely call back in the future. We're to make the two of them feel at ease, no snide comments, BART, you will respond with 'Yes Lord', and 'Yes Lady', and give them what they want. In case they can't restrain themselves, I or Yves" she motioned to the Eurostud that they met at the airport, "will suggest to the parties concerned that discretion is indicated" Someone knocked on the door, and a middle-aged couple walked in. No, she was middle aged; he was almost out of it. Randy looked at Bart, who shrugged, and then the couple approached them. "Lord and Lady Amercy (Randy heard the syllable accented), may I present Randy, Bart, Ginny, and Minette. I regret that Janice couldn't make it this trip, but you'd expressed no interest in your legs. We'll have her available by this afternoon" Lady Amercy smiled. "No worries, I'm quite satisfied with what's there. You sure they can be trusted?" Gwen smiled, with just a hint of an edge to it. "Anonymity is very much in their interests. Otherwise they'd spend the rest of their days being fed a steady diet of their specialty. Their freedom would obviously be lost to them. They're serving their countries, something admirable for young people their age" She grinned at them in a way that made a shark seem friendly. "Very well. I hope it won't be too much of an imposition, but I think we'll both undergo the treatment together" Lord Amercy did a double-take towards his wife. "Well, dear, if you insist" "I do Roger, I do. You know how power can go to a girl's head." Gwen looked away for a second, as the three wondered what to do next. Gwen motioned to Randy. "Then perhaps we'll start with the breasts. Randy, here's a list of what she would like done. Read it, and then confer with Lady Amercy as to any refinements she wishes." Randy nodded. This was so weird. He read the document, and looked up suddenly. He didn't come out and say it, but the words 'smaller?' formed on his lips. Gwen smiled in that imperious way she could, and he nodded. It just wasn't right. Lady Amercy began to undo the buttons on her blouse, and pulled it away from her bra. With quick motion, she reached inside and took her bra off without removing the shirt. This move always fascinated him; evidently it was an international secret. It always looked like a magic trick to him. He focused his mind, and brought his hands up towards her breasts, when suddenly he heard someone next to him clearing his throat. "Excuse me, but is it actually necessary to touch?..." "I'm sorry, Lord Amercy, but I'm afraid it is. You can watch if you'd like" "Oh I shall. Brenda, if he gives you any trouble" "Why Nigel, I thought you didn't care" "Well, we must keep up appearances." "Oh bother. Young man, get busy" He worked on getting the breasts to shrink, touching as little as possible. Then he heard the cough again. "What is it, Nigel?" "Well, I think something's wrong. They're shrinking" "As well they should. If you've been carrying around this great weight all these years, you'd shrink them too" "But Brenda!" "Don't 'but Brenda me'. You know why I'm doing this" "Great weight, Brenda, you're barely a..." "Nigel, if you announce my unmentionables size in mixed company..." "Very well. But I'd always wanted them larger" "No doubt. Clarice, the maid. Inga the Mistress of Horse, Celine the Cook..." "Well, it's expected!" "Expected! I saw the look you gave to that woman when she brought them in here. You're obsessed!" Randy took another look at the paper, and made some finishing touches. They would barely fill a teacup. He hoped that was the last downsizing he had to do. He took a quick glance over, and Ginny had his trousers down, and was applying her magic to him. Brenda, the Lady Amercy, was not to be denied here, and was giving Ginny the same treatment. Except he was going to be a lot bigger than before, while the wife was giving directions on shape, testicle, and a lot of details he didn't know women noticed. Finally, after Lady Amercy was satisfied, they turned to go. Ginny was grim, he wasn't much happier, Bart didn't even get to work, and Minette had been dismissed with something pretty pungent in French, to see her face. Randy watched Gwen to see if they were going, but instead was told that she and Brenda had gone into a private study to talk. They killed time by taking a short tour through the castle, when Gwen came and tapped Randy on the shoulder. "You're not finished yet. Lady Amercy's had a change of heart, after discussing it with her husband. Follow me" Together they hurried back to the room they'd just left. Lady and Lord Amercy were both there, Lady Amercy looking quite flushed. As soon as she saw him, she motioned for the door to be closed. "Young man. You can increase breast size, but what about shape? What about musculature? Can you make them young and strong?" "Yes ma'm, I can do that" "You can make them stand up firmly?" "Yes ma'am, I can do that" "You can increase sensitivity, make it more pleasurable?" "Yes ma'am, I can do that" "Then stop wasting time, and do that" She hurriedly unbuttoned again, and dispensed with the bra. Lord Amercy was watching closely. She thrust out her breasts as if she was qualifying for an ice-breaker in the Arctic ocean, and he brought his hands up to enfold the tiny breasts in each palm. The familiar glow began. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but slowly, he felt the pressure increase against his palms. As the glow increased, his hands were slowly forced to take a more and more rounded grasp as the warm flesh swelled under them. He concentrated slightly, and felt the nipples begin to poke between his fingers. Another adjustment, and the dark ovals of her aureoles filled out, as his wrists were being pressed back against him. He looked at her face for a second, the permanent wave of her auburn hair framing her glazed, blue eyes and slightly open mouth. "You never told me how good it would feel" she whispered, as her expanding tits became rounder, and firmer, as he adjusted hem to stand up in front of him. "Don't stop yet. Just a little bigger" He looked at Lord Amercy, who was nodding dumbly beside him. He watched as her breasts filled out between his hands, growing closer and closer, until a wonderful valley of cleavage began to form. More and more of her globes pressed against each other as they took up all the available room on her chest. Despite himself, Randy started getting hard, as Lady Amercy's eyes closed. This time, it was Gwen who discretely coughed, that snapped Randy out of it. He let go, and his charge dissipated, the glow faded, and Lord Amercy started to reach for Randy's handiwork. The lady came to, and smiled seductively, and mouthed the word 'later'. She tried to get the bra on, gave up, and managed to get most of the buttons on her blouse buttoned, though it was and even bet as to which would go first; the blouse, or her composure. Gwen grabbed Randy's arm, and gently guided him towards the door. "We'll see ourselves out, Lord and Lady" she said, perhaps a bit too loudly. Lady Amercy peeked around the corner. "Thank you for everything. We're eternally grateful". Then she disappeared as someone grabbed her other arm, and they heard footsteps and giggling as two people ran up the stairs. Gwen looked at Randy. "Nicely done. They'd been fighting for years, he was always found in the company of rather buxom women. I think we did some good here" Randy grinned back "I'm glad it worked out. If I'd left her with those tiny...." Gwen put a finger to his lips. "Not another word. What happens in the operation stays in the operation" "Yes ma'am" The ride back to the hotel was quiet for the most part. Ginny snuggled next to Randy, and they whispered about what had happened. He told her about what had happened, and how it seemed he'd helped them get back together. Ginny smiled, then kissed his cheek. "I hope you left some fun for me. I'm 2 doors down on the right. I'll be waiting" When they got back to the hotel, a fifth person was waiting for them. Obviously this must be Janice. Janice was originally from Jamaica, but a longtime resident of London. It really freaked Randy out to hear someone from the islands with an upper-crust British accent, but he could get used to that. She was dark, sort of 'cream in the coffee'-colored, as she chatted with the other women there. Long, slender legs seemed to be sculpted for the high, 'fuck me' pumps she was wearing. Her green eyes seemed out of place on her face, but strangely and alluringly exotic. Long, dark hair fell halfway down her back, and she was a stunning beauty. He found himself thinking the typical 'you know, I've never done it with...' thoughts, until he noticed Ginny looking at him. She was already doing the math, and came over and dropped a not-quite-possessive arm through his. She whispered in his ear "look, but don't touch." He nodded, and she went over to talk with the new woman. Before he knew it, they'd all disappeared into Janice’s' room, and he heard lots of giggling, as he imagined a slumber party getting started. Ah, to be a fly on the wall. He looked at Bart, who smiled ruefully. "Cain't get anywhere with Minette, she does girls" "Ah" "Welp, I'm gonna see if the bar has any cold beer. Just can't get used to lukewarm. You coming?" "Why not?" After a couple of (thankfully) cold beers, Randy trudged back up to the 'lift', to his room. He found a note on the door, saying 'come by Janice's room'. Well, that sounded promising. Maybe the beers had mellowed him, but it beat sitting around alone. As he walked up to the room, he heard incessant giggling, things being bumped around, followed by the glass-like sound of bottles being bumped around. An occasional sigh or gasp could be heard as he got closer, until he knocked. "Who is it?" "It's Randy. Can I..." The door opened slightly, and Ginny poked her head out. "Do you have Bart with you?" "No, he's still in the...." "Get his ass up here, and we'll make it worth your whiles....now go!" The door shut in his face, leaving Randy only slightly less confused. A gale of laughter could be heard on the other side of the door, and he quickly turned and headed back downstairs. Five minutes later, the two of them knocked, and the giggling stopped, or at least slowed down. He saw the lights go off under the door, and then the door opened. "Get in here, quick!" he thought he heard Ginny say. "Uh, I can't see..." he began. This started some more giggling, and he found himself pulled in along with Bart. "I guess you'll have to feel your way around" he heard from someone, and more laughing. "What the fuck?" said Bart, as the door shut and locked. He turned to Randy, then both of them took a look around the room. It looked like tryouts for WWIII had happened. There were wine bottles all over the place, clothes, bedspreads; the decor was set to 'rock star, the next morning'. Janice and Minette were half-naked; their boobs were bobbling slightly as they giggled. Ginny looked at Randy with an unmistakable expression, and Janice raised a questioning eyebrow at Bart. "So, the T&A twins have finally arrived" Ginny said, which brought snorts of laughter to the women. "Don't tell me that" Randy complained. "I love it! You're the T&A guys now" chortled Janice, as she grabbed Bart and pulled him closer. "So we decided..." Janice began. "Yeah?" "We're doing total body makeovers tonight!. All the tits and ass you can shake! Gwen says we need the practice. I want the big boute`, I've got the legs, and darling Minette has done wonders below stairs. And Randy?" "Yes?" "I want big, honking, stupendous, super-sized tits! Big enough to lick my nips, break my bra straps, stop conversation, and bring them running." Randy took a look at Ginny, who gave him the thumbs-up. Evidently this was ok with her. Minette was shaking her head enthusiastically, so evidently there'd been some pairing-up already. Ok, he could deal with that. "And everyone else?" "I'll tell you what I want" murmured Ginny "I want to be tres gran, like Janice too" Minette "So who's first?" Janice looked coyly at the group. "Me. Why not all at once? Has anyone ever tried that?" Ginny and Randy exchanged a quick look, and suppressed their smiles. "Ok, but you'll have to get naked. It works best skin-on-skin." Janice wasted no time, but started throwing clothes in all directions. Her breasts were of average size, with deep, dark nipples that stood out a good half-inch from the rounded chocolate breasts. She swept back her hair and pushed her top towards him, grabbing his hands and pressing them firmly onto her body, so he started to work. His hands began to glow, as he felt the familiar sensation build up in them. He was surprised to see Minette slide below his legs, and reach out towards Janices' already soaking pussy. Her glow began too, as the French woman began moving her hands over every inch of Janices' labia, pulling and pushing slightly as she began to transform the female flesh. "Randy, pay attention. It's boobies I want. You can play with that later" she smiled, as he bent back to the task. He moved his hands in slow circles over her warm flesh, feeling the warmth of the transformation start to flow into her body. He felt a swelling pleasure as his hands held more and more of her, the nipples already rock-hard and fighting to get through his fingers to the open air. Janice was starting to pant slightly. "Oh, you didn't tell me it felt so good. I'm getting soooo horny. Minette, whatever you're doing, don't stop. Bart, back my thing up" Randy took a quick glance, as Bart's glow suffused her entire curvaceous ass. He could see it swelling, and being the competitive guy he was, started working to make Janice’s' boobs catch up. Janice gasped in surprise, her hips already moving back and forth as the three did their magic. Her tits were inflating into the upper reaches of the alphabet; his hands could only cover about a third of the juicy, liquid flesh. They already stood about a foot out from her chest, shading Minette as she continued to do whatever it was she was doing. Suddenly the lights went off, and Ginny sat down in a chair next to the switch. The room was bathed in a fluorescent glow from 3 different transformations; Janice softly moaning, hunching up against Minette, who evidently had taken a break to get in some cunnilingus. "Oh fuck! I'm going to come from this! Don't stop. Randy, I want 'em bigggerrrr!" she cried as her breasts (thought they'd gone way beyond that to something in the juggs range) wobbled on her chest. Randy concentrated on sensitivity now; the nipples grew rounder and longer as he continued to pour his transformation into her. He was hard as a rock, and he almost hoped she'd stop so he and Ginny could get to it, but part of him wanted to see how big he could make her. Janice had her legs locked around Minette, who didn't seem to mind at all. Her body stood out two feet in both directions, as a massive, meaty ass started only inches below the end of the titanic globes that reached down to her bellybutton. Her nipples were the size her breasts were before he started, and he looked up at Janice, who was moaning with short, sharp breaths. "Oh, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Minette, lick me you sweet bitch! Randy, suck my nipples, they're sooo sensitive!" Randy opened his mouth to try to get the wonderful tit-flesh in his mouth, and just for fun, put her into lactation. Soon he had a reward of her milk, flowing into his mouth and dribbling down his shirt. He felt Ginny behind him start to undo his shirt, surprised that she wasn't mad, but the whole room seemed intoxicated on the changes taking place. "That's it! that's it! IIIIEEEAAAAA! Oh gawd I'm coming, yes, yes, yes!" Janice grabbed his head and pushed him against her erect nipples, feeling her express blast after blast into his mouth, as her hips jerked wildly back and forth as she orgasmed into the hands, tongues, and fingers that probed her body. Janice hunched forward and back, as he heard Bart’s' large belt buckle hit the floor. He felt confident female fingers undo his own, and soon he was naked, Ginny's fingers closing over his cock. From the light below, it was obvious she wanted to join in the fun. He pulled back, as the three collapsed away from her, and Janice sat back on her newly-increased buns, her tits wobbling and sloshing in front of them. "Ohhhhhh, that was heavenly. I'm tempted to leave them this way. And the milking, I like that. Bart, either that's a gun behind me or you want something" "I'm only human. I want to fuck ya" "Good, I want to be fucked. Slide it in" He complied, slamming himself into her with a force that make her huge milkers shake with each thrust. Soon the room was filled with the squishing sounds of a hot, horny pussy being pumped full of hard cock. Whatever Minette had done, she was getting twice the sensation, and the young Jamaican was soon pushing herself hard against him, while Minette watched with a slightly disappointed detachment. Meanwhile, Ginny had turned Randy sideways from the wildly fucking couple, and started increasing his cock size, as Janice watched it inflate in front of her eyes. Ginny slid her hands over it, increasing the size and shape as it stood farther and farther from his body. She made a quick pass, and his balls began to increase as well, until he felt like a tomcat. Ginny kneeled down in front of him, and slid her tongue over the tip, causing him to shudder in delight. "Ginny, I'm not going to last long" he whispered "I know, but remember, we've got all night" she smiled, then pinched his butt as she slid his hard meat past her lips. He almost lost it right there, but Ginny was toying with him, getting him to the edge, then back down again. "If I come right now, you're going to drown" he threatened. "Don't worry, I have something planned" She rubbed his cock back and forth as she bobbed on his cock, until he couldn't stand it. "Ginny, I'm gonna come!" he said, and she pulled off of him to start jacking him in the direction of Janice. He felt his balls draw up, and as the hot semen started to travel up his enhanced member, Ginny shouted "Janice!" The young Jamaican was quick on the uptake, and moved her mouth in front of him. She opened her mouth, and whooped in delight as he sprayed into her mouth, over her tits (which were now hard to miss), and her face. Ginny let him spurt for a while, then put her mouth over the end, gulping and trying to keep up with her own handiwork. Randy was about to collapse, it was as if his whole body was shooting out into her waiting mouth. Spurt after spurt shot out to slide down her welcoming throat. The sensation was incredible; he hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Next to him, he could hear Janice orgasming again, with Bart not far behind her. Ginny pulled off of him, and gently put the head down to rest on his knee. "You know the process always makes me horny. If Ms high and mighty hadn't been there, I might have been tempted." He nodded weakly. "I really like you, Randy" she whispered in his ear. "Sometimes I wish I could have you all to myself. You're a nice guy, and a great fuck" He reached around her and began to kiss her. Soon he was up and rigid again. The rest of the night was a blur. He remembered Minette doing her magic on Ginny, who 'wasn't that kind of girl' at the beginning, but 'might be' by the end of it. He remembered Ginny doing a double-hand job on him and Bart, as their cocks grew past their heads, and Janice helping until both came, showering her dark skin with hot come. They'd drawn the line when the girls wanted a 'cock fight' with their own cocks, but by the morning, each of them were taller, enhanced, and deliriously exhausted.