Curtis was standing outside of the building of HPM Technologies. He was a little nervous about going in for he had never done anything like this before. The only thing that put his mind at ease was that if they didn't want him to have it, then they wouldn't have agreed to show him their selection. On that note, he entered.
He stood in front of the receptionist desk. At the desk, an attractive, dark-haired woman was chatting on the phone. As she chatted away, Curtis stood there patient. The woman looked over and hurriedly wrapped up her conversation. "Margaret, I have to go. Look, there's a client here. I'll talk to you later, girl. Bye."
She hung up the phone and faced front. "I'm sorry about that, sir. How may I help you?"
What caught Curtis's attention was a bountiful amount of cleavage that was peeking out from underneath her blazer. For a moment, Curtis was spellbound.
"Sir?" she asked. "How may I help you?"
Curtis snapped out of it and regained his composure. "Yes. I'm Curtis Morrison. I have an appointment with Ms. Childress."
The receptionist checked her log. Curtis stared at her bountiful bosom again. But when the receptionist looked up this time, he quickly snapped out of it.
"We've been expecting you, Mr. Morrison. Ms. Childress's office is on the second floor, room 214."
"Thank you." He started to head for the elevator.
"Mr. Morrison?"
"Yes."
"Next time you want to look at my cleavage, try to be a little more discreet about it."
"Sorry."
"It happens a lot. No big thing."
Red with embarrassment, Curtis went to the elevator and took it to the second floor. When the door opened, an older woman was standing there waiting with a clipboard in hand. Her boobs caught Curtis's attention for they were bigger than the receptionist's.
"Mr. Morrison, I presume. I'm Anna Michelle Childress, head of sales for HPM Technologies. I understand that you were interested in our selection."
"Yes, I am."
"Good. We shall proceed to the fifth floor, our sales department."
She got on the elevator and they proceeded to the fifth floor. As they rode up, a look of curiosity plagued her face.
"Mr. Morrison, how was it that you heard of our products?"
"David Jarrett recommended them."
"Ah yes, Mr. Jarrett. I understand that he was very satisfied with his LS500."
"VERY satisfied."
Curtis and Ms. Childress got off on the fifth floor. The floor looked like one big showroom. But rather than cars, the place was full of mannequins. At least, they looked like mannequins.
"So, Mr. Morrison," Ms. Childress said. "What kind of women do you like?"
"I love women. White, black, Hispanic, Korean; I love women."
"Maybe this one." She took him over to one of the mannequins. But on closer inspection, the mannequin looked like a real woman. HPM Technolgies specialized in selling robotic women. Even though they are technically robots, HPM was making them as close to real women as possible. That's why Curtis was here. If he couldn't find himself a good woman, he was gonna buy himself one.
"This is the Mahalia 300DX. This is one of our top selling Latina models. It has an authentic Spanish accent and it is programmed with all knowledge of Spanish cooking. It also boasts a tremendous sex drive. This model is geared towards "the man that go all night long."
"What else do you have?"
"Maybe this one." She took him to a black mannequin. "This is the Tameka 200SL. It has in-depth memory capacity, so it can remember anything and it has been programmed with all knowledge of soul food cooking. It also features an enlarged posterior for those who like a little 'junk in the trunk.'"
"I don't particularly like this one."
"Here's another." She took him to the next mannequin. "This is the Rosie 300GT."
Curtis gave Ms. Childress a funny look.
"Sorry. We've been trying to get rid of these for months."
Ms. Childress showed Curtis a few more models and he said no each time. Finally, she got an idea.
"I think I may have something that you'd be very interested in. Come with me."
Curtis followed her to the back of the showroom. She took him to a model that was covered by a plastic cover. "This is one I think you'll like." She pulled off the cover to reveal a model that was only 4'10".
"I'll like THIS?"
"Watch." She picked up what appeared to be a laptop and pressed a few buttons. Curtis watched as the model grew in height up to about 5'4".
"How did you do that?"
"With the cutting edge of technology, Mr. Morrison. This is the Shannon DX5000. It has been dubbed the 'tailor-made woman'. The owner programs everything about her; you can alter body shape and size, ethnic background, vocal patterns, you can even alter her sex drive and what turns her on and off about sex. If you like a little bit of variety Mr. Morrison, the Shannon DX5000 is perfect for you.
"With the model, you recieve this remote unit," she said, showing him the laptop, "which controls everything. For an extra 300 dollars, you can get a special plug-in which amplifies the power of the remote unit fourfold. That means that once you reach maximum capacity on the remote, you can use the plug-in to get even more."
"What about maintenance?"
"It would be wise to bring her in once every six months just to make sure everything's in check. You can also bring her in if there are problems. But otherwise, she can take care of herself."
"How much?"
"With plug-in, 27.5 (thousand) is the sticker price. But if you like, we can set-up a payment plan with only 7.5% interest."
"No. I'll pay all up front. Do you accept personal checks?"
"Yes, we do. You can't leave the building with her; that would bring up too many questions. We'll ship her to you at minimum size and you should recieve her tomorrow."
Curtis tore off a check and handed it to Ms. Childress. "Thank you, Ms. Childress."
She looked at the check and puffed out her chest. "No, Mr. Morrison. Thank YOU."
Part 2:
The next day, Curtis decided to play hooky from work so he could have all day to play with his new "toy." Around 10 AM, the doorbell rang.
She had arrived. Curtis signed for the package and set it in the middle of the living room. He opened the box and after digging through some styrofoam peanuts, he took her out. When they said that they would ship at minimum size, they weren't joking. The model was about 4'9", and though she was cute, she was flat as a board. He felt around inside the box for the laptop remote unit and picked it out. He powered the unit on and his heart skipped a beat when the Shannon DX5000 came to life.
Her eyes blinked and she started looking around, in an attempt to familiarize herself with her new surroundings. Curtis, unsure how to react, said hi. Shannon jumped, suprised by the sound of his voice. Her eyes were now fixed upon him.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Curtis. What's your name?"
Shannon's lips moved, but there was no sound. Curtis was puzzled until he realized that he had to set her vocal pattern. He looked at the listings on the control unit and selected number six, "Southern drawl."
"Thanks, love," she said. "I'm glad to have a voice. My name is Shannon, your new pleasure device."
Curtis smiled and eyed her up and down. "I'm sure we're gonna have some fun. But I have to give you a body first."
Shannon looked down at herself. "Would you, please? Damn, I'm flat."
Curtis picked up the device and made all the necessary changes. After a couple of hours of playing with the buttons, Shannon stood before Curtis as a goddess. Shannon was now six feet tall, with a big round ass and huge perfectly shaped tits. Her body was muscled enough to be "tight and tone." Curtis decided to make her body hairless, except for the hair on her head, which produced long blonde hair that hung down to her big round ass.
"Well, love," she said. "You like 'em big, don't you? But I love this body, though. Sure is a lot better than that minimum size crap I was before."
Shannon looked down at Curtis's crotch and smiled. "I like 'em big, too." She immediately went down and yanked off Curtis's pants and started sucking him off. Curtis was shocked that she was so forceful, but he was too lost in the pleasure of her warm mouth and silky tongue to worry about it. After a few minutes, he came and shot a load of creamy cum down her throat.
Shannon stood up before him and licked her lips. She saw that Curtis was done for a while. "I'll give you some time to rest, then I'll be back. You know what I can do, now I wanna see what you can do."
Curtis lied down on the couch while Shannon entertained herself. After an hour, she woke him up, wanting sex. Curtis, feeling refreshed, took her to bed and the two of them fucked into the night, taking breaks to recharge. Near the tail end of the sexual adventure, Curtis bucked a little too hard and Shannon's head slammed against the headboard. Curtis came and then he rolled off and went to sleep, not knowing that he had jarred some of Shannon's circuitry loose.
As Curtis slept, Shannon was awake, mainly because of the loose circuits. She got out of bed and went into the living room, where the remote unit was kept. She activated the unit and in no time, cracked the password. She found the plug-in and plugged it in.
The loose circuitry in Shannon's head caused to have a need to grow bigger and for some reason, the sex with Curtis didn't seem to be enough. She wanted more, a lot more.
Shannon played with the device and after 10 minutes, she reached the size she wanted. She was now ten feet tall and her body was so muscular that she could put the biggest bodybuilders to shame. She flexed her huge arm and it peaked at an awesome 68 inches of rock-hardness. Her huge bicep was dwarfed by her huge tits, which combined by her massive back, made her chest measure just over 150 inches. Her big round ass was now two iron-hard spheres. Shannon smiled at herself. She was so big and bad, no one could do a damn thing to stop her. But the cool part was that she could still get bigger. There was still some space left on the plug-in, so she could get bigger if needed.
She entered Curtis's bedroom (barely) and looked down at him. She pulled the covers off of him and she took his flaccid cock in hand. With some sort of energy coming from her hand, Curtis's dick hardened at its full size of 7 inches. But that wasn't enough for the giant known as Shannon. Turning up the energy flow, she made the cock even larger, making it grow beyond its normal means. When it reached a maxed-out 21 inches, she smiled and mounted up.
Curtis woke up for there was now a tremendous weight on his crotch. He looked up and screamed for his new fuck toy was the size of a Mack truck!
"Shannon, what the fuck!"
"Shut up! I've satisfied you, now it's your time to satisfy me."
"Shannon, don't!"
"Shut up, dammit!" she said, as she started riding him. "I ain't stopping until I'm satisfied."
>From the house, blood-curdling screams could be heard if you listened closely enough. But Curtis's house was out in the country, meaning that the closest neighbor was three miles away.
Part 3:
Detective Jose Martinez and Detective Rita Fontane were at Curtis's house the next day. They were standing in Curtis's bedroom. They looked down at his lifeless body and grimaced.
"Look at this," Fontane said, pointed at his huge, yet limp dick. "What a fucking waste."
"I don't get it," Martinez said. "Look at the bruises and all the blood. The sheets are dripping with blood and cum. It looks like the guy was fucked to death. And looking at the frozen look of shock on his face, it wasn't fun."
"Check this out," Fontane said. "See all the lines on his dick? It looks like it was stretched out, like something made it grow bigger or something.
"The question is though, what happened? And who or what was big enough to sex him to death?"
Meanwhile, on Fifth Street, a beautiful, stacked girl is standing on the side of the road trying to flag down a ride. Finally, a guy in a black Accord stops and picks her up.
"Thanks," she said. "I didn't think anyone was going to stop."
"No problem," the guy said. "Where you going?"
"Wherever you wanna take me."
"How about to my house?"
"That would be great, handsome. But I gotta warn you. I can be a little too much woman for you to handle."
"I'll be the judge of that. By the way, my name is Jason. Jason Scott. What's your name, gorgeous?"
She patted the laptop unit she had with her and said breathily, "Shannon."